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kcthefirebreathing-bitchqueen · 6 months

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what’s your favorite scary movie?

summary: porn star eddie is doing a halloween film with his costar, one that involves a certain mask.

pairing: porn star eddie x porn star reader

word count: 5.9k

warnings: being filmed, daddy kink, use of a realistic plastic knife (nothing weird with it, though), unprotected sex, creampies, choking, brief oral sex (m & f receiving), mentions of anal, breast play, anal fingering (f receiving), degradation, rough sex, kinda dubcon

a/n: im aware halloween is over, but its always Halloween in my mind! also, sorry if anything like this has been done. I just returned to tumblr, and haven’t read many fics here in like 8-9 months.

18+ ONLY. minors do not interact or follow, or you’re getting blocked.

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Ring! Ring!

The phone next to you was ringing its familiar ringtone, and you looked at it with an eye roll. Unknown number, typical. You were acting the part of someone who didn’t like spam calls, but you hated them just as much in real life, too. You turned your attention back to the TV, ready to forget all about it and delete any voice mail they may leave, when it began to ring again. The same number popped up, and you killed the call. They called again, and again, and after the fifth time, you’d finally had enough.

“What do you want?” you asked irritably.

“y/n,” a deep voice came over the phone. “How nice to catch you.”

“Who is this?” you asked.

“That doesn’t matter,” he said, and you could hear a grin in his voice. “I was lonely, and thought I would give you a call.”

“Very funny,” you said. “Tell me who you are.”

“What’s the fun of that?” he asked. “Isn’t mystery supposed to be more fun?”

“Is it?” you asked. “You’re probably just someone I know, trying to play some kind of weird joke.”

“Am i?” he asked. “I don’t think I know you at all.”

“Then how did you know my name and my number?” you asked. “Answer me that.”

“Maybe I have my own methods,” he said. “Ever think of that?”

“Ha ha,” you said with an eye roll. You hung up, but the same number called again and you picked up. “Yes?”

“That wasn’t very wise of you,” he said dangerously. “You didn’t even let me ask my questions.”

“They’re probably something really fucking gross,” you said. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Now, now,” he said, tsking. “What do you take me for?”

“A pervert,” you said.

“You’re right,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “But that isn’t why I’m calling you.”

“No?” you asked with a chuckle. “Coulda fooled me.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” he asked, and you could almost hear the grin in his voice.

“What the fuck?” you asked, sitting up on the couch. “What kind of question is that?”

“Are you going to answer it?”

“No, now goodbye–”

“Hang up again, and you’ll regret it.”

The threatening tone of his voice gave you pause. “Who is this?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” he asked again.

“Whatever,” you said, and dared to hang up. It didn’t last long until he called again, and you rolled your eyes as you answered. “What?!”

“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” he said. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I’m not gonna entertain you,” you said. “You’re a fucking creep.”

“Just answer my question and I’ll leave you alone,” he said.

“Fine,” you said with a sigh. “I really like Psycho, Halloween, Friday the 13th, The Exorcist.”

“I know you like Friday the 13th,” he said, and he laughed evilly on the other end. “I can see that you’re watching it right now.”

You froze, sitting bolt upright. “What did you just say?”

“Never mind that,” he said. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No..” you answered automatically, looking around the darkness of your windows for any signs of life. “How do you know what I’m watching…?”

“Just a guess,” he said.

You got up and turned on all the lights, looking around again to see if you could spot someone. “Look, I need to go–”

“Don’t hang up,” he nearly shouted.

“Look, this isn’t funny or cute anymore,” you said. “I’m really uncomfortable, so if you could please–”

“You look really sexy in your pretty lingerie,” he said. “I mean, I think that’s what it is. You’re wearing that pretty pink babydoll with a thong. You like to tease people, y/n? That isn’t very nice.”

“Fuck you, creep,” you said.

“You didn’t ask what my favorite scary movie is,” he said.

“I don’t care!” you cried. “Leave me alone!”

“It’s The Strangers,” he said, and you could swear his voice sounded different now. More echo, closer somehow. “You know, that movie where those people break into that house.”

“I’m–” you began, and your back collided with someone as you backed away.

You played the part of terrified really well, and you could see the cameraman giving you a thumbs up as you kept the facade. You turned around slowly, shouting in surprise when you came face to face with a man in a mask. He was in all black, and the rest of his mask was black as well, except for the face. It looked like a ghost, its mouth agape in some kind of eternal shock. In his hand was a knife, but you knew it wasn’t a real one. It was plastic that was made to look like the real deal, something the director found at a joke shop for a little bit of nothing. You shrieked and tried to run away, but he grabbed you and held you against his back as he stroked your hair in a near-loving gesture.

“Shh,” he said in your ear, trailing the knife down your arm. “It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Could have fooled me,” you said, feeling yourself already starting to get wet as you felt him hardening against your ass. “Why are you here, then?”

“I was hoping maybe I’d get lucky,” he purred, moving the knife between your breasts as you shivered. “You’re so much hotter up close.”

“And what do YOU look like under that thing?” you asked, your voice conveying the whole “stall him” vibe that the director wanted you to go for. “It’s not really fair that you see me and I can’t see you. If you’re really not gonna hurt me, then why won’t you show me?”

“I’ll show you,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “If you do one thing for me.”

“What?” you asked, turning your head so that you could look at him slightly.

“Show me those pretty, perfect tits,” he said in your ear, running the knife between them again. “Outside of that baby doll.”

“And what would you do for me in return?” you asked, turning around in his grip and looking into that mask. “Let me live?”

“Maybe,” he said, looking you up and down. “But first, I’ll just show you my face if you do. Let’s start there, yeah?”

You smirked at him, lowering the thin straps of the baby doll and biting your lip. “You’re probably some total asshole under there. I mean, who calls random women at nine on a Friday night, stalks them, then breaks into their house?”

“Keep going,” he said, his eyes on your breasts. “Show me.”

“You’re a real pervert, you know that?” you said.

“And look what you’re doing,” he said smugly. “Giving into me.”

“You came here to kill me,” you said. “I know that to be true, but it seems like you changed your mind. Why?”

“Because why would I waste such a good set of tits?” he asked. “And I know that pussy of yours is also perfect.”

You swallowed, but smirked as you pulled the baby doll down. You exposed your breasts to him, and heard him suck in a breath. That wasn’t scripted; it was his genuine reaction. You bit your lip again, smiling as you stood before him. He took the knife and dragged it over one erect nipple, causing you to shiver and moan slightly. That also wasn’t scripted or an act, and you knew that whatever happened from this point onward, it was going to be genuine. Well, aside from the basic acts they wanted you to perform on each other, but the reactions? It would be all you, and him.

“Like what you see?” you asked, shaking them a bit as he groaned.

“Fuck yes,” he said, his ringed hands coming up to grope them. You moaned a little, head tipping slightly as he massaged them in his hands. “I guess I need to hold up my end of the bargain, too, huh?”

“Mmm hmm,” you said, mewling as he gave your nipples a soft pinch. “Shit…”

He stepped back, and you whined at the loss of contact. He lifted the mask with one hand, revealing his face underneath. You acted as though you were surprised to see just how sexy he really was, and his pierced tongue came out between his lips with a devils-horn gesture at the top of his head. You smiled, moving closer to him and running your hands down his chest as he looked you up and down again. Soon, he was grabbing your head forcefully, and drawing your lips to his in a passionate, hard kiss. It turned sloppy, your hands wandering and his, too, finding purchase on your hips as he squeezed. Your tongue played with his piercing, and you could feel the presence of the cameraman in front of you both as you made out. One hand tangled in his hair, the other palming the big bulge that was forming in the front of his pants. His hands came up, grabbing your breasts hard as you moaned into his mouth. He tugged your lower lip between his teeth, moving away to start kissing down your neck.

“You feel so big,” you breathed, mewling as his teeth found your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You have no idea,” he said, pulling your body to his before grabbing your ass. “I want you so bad.”

“Come on,” you said, taking his hand and leading him into the living room. You pushed him down on the couch, straddling his lap before grinding against his dick. “You know what I want you to do?”

“What?” he panted.

“Want you to rip this thing off of me,” you said in his ear, tugging the lobe in your teeth.

“Oh?” he asked, grabbing the back of it and tearing it down the middle. “Like that?”

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, kissing his neck as he moaned. “And I want you to put the mask back on.”

“Okay,” he said, smirking before his face disappeared beneath the Ghostface mask again.

“You know what else I want?” you asked, moaning as you continued to glide along his clothed erection.

“Hm?”

“I want that big, thick cock down my throat.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, and it would have infuriated you under any other circumstances. Right then, though, you were too turned on to care. You moved from your spot on his lap to slide to your knees, keeping your eyes on him as you did so. You palmed the bulge in his pants again, feeling how hard he was and suppressing a moan. He watched you from beneath the mask, both of his arms stretched along the back of the couch as you pulled his pants down. His breathing picked up a bit as you put your mouth over his cock through his boxers, and soon, you were pulling those down, too. He was exposed to you now, all nine inches of his thick, pierced, flushed erection at your mercy. As per the script, you teased him a little, sucking on his piercing before swirling your tongue around his slit. He mewled, panting as you took the tip in your lips and sucked eagerly. His arms remained on the back of the couch, not moving yet as you started planting messy, noisy, open mouthed kisses all over the entire length of his cock. You moved farther down to take his big balls into your mouth as well, sucking on them with a moan as you jerked him off skillfully. He was panting a little more heavily now, and you traced his large vein with your tongue as you made your way back up his length.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” he growled.

“Sorry, uh…” you said. “I don’t know what to call you.”

“You can call me Daddy,” he said, reaching down with one hand to stroke your cheek. “And what shall I call you, huh?”

“Anything you want,” you said with a wink, spitting on his cock and jerking him off. “Such a big dick, fuck.”

“What did I say about teasing?” he asked, tilting your chin up with the knife.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you said, opening your mouth and taking his entire cock.

You gagged for a moment until you got your reflex under control, which was something you’d gotten good at in the business. You could feel him in your throat, stretching, his piercing at the back of it as you drug your head up, then back down. He was moaning above you under the mask, his head tipped back as he tangled a hand in your hair. You looked up at him, bobbing your head slowly as you gripped his base in one hand. You began to jerk him off in time with your movements, ignoring the camera man as he came around to get some close up shots. It felt as if he wasn’t even there, that’s how into it you were starting to get. You could feel your pussy throbbing, wetness settling in the thong you still wore as you sucked him off.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, tugging on your hair as you hollowed your cheeks. “You’re so fucking good at that. You’re a filthy little cock slut, aren’t you? I mean, who else just gets on her knees for a man she’s just met, especially one who broke into her house to hurt her?”

You responded by twisting your wrist, eyes still on him as you sucked him off messily. Drool cascaded from his dick and onto the floor below, and your throat was starting to hurt a bit from his piercing. But he was so hot, THIS was so hot, and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. His hips bucked upward with a loud moan, and you choked as more of his cock went down your throat again. He stroked your cheek tenderly, before yanking you off of his dick. Spit bridged your lips to the tip, and you looked up at him in surprise. Was this scripted? You couldn’t quite remember, but either way, it sent a fresh wave of arousal to your cunt.

“Rub my dick across your tits,” he said.

“Those are one of my biggest insecurities,” you replied, but did as he asked as he moaned filthily. “But you like them, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” he panted, watching as you sucked his tip again. “You’re so hot.”

“Thanks,” you said, and you continued to alternate between rubbing his dick over your breasts and sucking him off. After a little while, he forced you to stop by grabbing your jaw. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he growled. “Did I say I was ready to cum yet?”

“No, Daddy,” you said, reaching out to jerk him off. “But I can’t stop worshipping this huge, perfect dick of yours.”

He grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the couch, causing you to whine. “Let me make you feel good.”

“You already did,” he said, grabbing your spit-soaked chin in one hand and forcing you to look up into his mask. “Now, it’s my turn.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, trying to take him into your mouth again, but you were greeted by a light slap to your cheek. “What?”

“I said stop it,” he said, pushing you away as he got up off the couch. “Sit up here for me.”

You whined, but did as he said. You sat down on the couch, watching as he lifted the mask again. He kissed you hungrily, sloppily, one ringed hand squeezing your jaw before it found your throat. He choked you for a moment, and you moaned as his hands found your breasts. He massaged them skillfully, his rings cold against your heated skin, his fingers rubbing your nipples until they were hard buds. He pinched them, tugged on them, swiped his fingers across them, all while you moaned hotly in his mouth. He grabbed his plastic knife, running it over & between your breasts before dragging it over your waist and stomach.

“I’m going to show you just what I’m capable of,” he said, kissing down your neck after leaving a series of hickeys in his wake. He nipped at your collarbones, before he found your breasts. “You have the hottest body I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“All the other girls you broke in on weren’t as hot, huh?” you asked.

“Not even close,” he said, pulling one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking generously. “Such an amazing set of tits.”

“Fuck…” you whined, one hand in his hair as he tugged your nipple in his teeth. You knew the cameraman was probably getting a pretty good shot with that; Eddie was skilled, he knew what he was doing and how to work a woman’s body. You were reacting to him, wetness pooling in your thong, and you spread your legs for him as you grabbed one of his hands. “I want you to touch me. Please, I need it.”

“So needy, princess,” he said, giving your other nipple the same treatment as the last. He drug the knife down, running it over your cunt as he smirked. “I’ll bet you’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you? You’re such a depraved fucking slut, you know that? Putting out for me like this, soaking that pretty thong for me.”

“Touch me the right way and find out, asshole,” you challenged, and you could feel him grinning against your breast. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he said, smiling up at you as he started to kiss his way down your stomach. They weren’t gentle, tender kisses; they were needy, hard, bruising. You knew you’d have some marks there tomorrow. “Just that you think it’s so funny and cute to be calling me names right now, when I’ve got the upper hand.”

“Who says you’ve got the upper hand?” you asked, and he slapped your thigh hard as you yelped. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“Shut up,” he snarled, kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs as wide as they would go. He peeled off your thong, and the cameraman moved behind him to get a shot of your pussy. “Fuck, look at that. So fucking pretty and so goddamn wet.”

“I can’t help it,” you said, shivering as he ran the knife over your bare cunt. “Daddy…”

“I’m going to make you fucking scream, baby,” he said, and he immediately began to devour you.

You had never been eaten out like that before, either off camera or on. The way his pierced tongue moved through your cunt, so skillful and hungry, had you moaning loudly. You usually had to fake your moans, or at the very least, over exaggerate them. Not now; right now, every single noise that fell from your lips was genuine. He was devouring you, his tongue flicking your clit with every drag upward, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to leave more bruises. You reached down to grab his hair, and he moaned as you pulled it roughly. His piercing dragged through your saturated folds, slowly and teasingly, before he pressed it tightly against your clit. More wetness soaked his face, and his fingers soon joined the mix. The cameraman was getting some great shots, and Eddie began to fuck you roughly on his fingers while his mouth did its magic.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” you gasped, rutting against his face as you clenched around his fingers. “I need more.”

“More?” he asked, his free hand dragging the knife over your thigh. “How much more? I’m giving you all I can, you greedy whore.”

“I want more,” you insisted, your eyes nearly rolling back as he started sucking on your clit. “Please…”

“Is this what you want?” he asked, gathering some of your wetness on the fingers of his free hand and pushing a finger inside of your ass. “Huh?”

“Yes,” you gasped, looking down into his big brown eyes as he started to eat your pussy again. “Fuck, please…”

He took his fingers out of your cunt, instead focusing on your ass. He shook his head back & forth rapidly, growling, his eyes still trained on your face. You kept looking down at him, playing with your breasts as his tongue swirled your clit. You tugged your nipples, and soon he was slapping your hand away with his free one to take over. He squeezed it, massaging it, pinching the nipple as hard as he could. You cried out, and you could feel the familiar sensation in your lower stomach that indicated an orgasm was imminent. He kept going, lapping at your pussy as if his life depended on it, shaking his head occasionally, using his piercing to his advantage. He began to fuck you on his tongue as he fingered your ass, moaning as more of your taste flooded his tongue.

“So fucking good,” he mumbled, moaning as he reached down to jerk himself off. “I’m going to fucking cum just from eating your pussy.”

“I’d rather you cum inside of me,” you said. “I wanna feel that big dick in my tight, wet pussy right now. Wanna feel you pumping me full of cum, and feel how good you are inside of me. Please.”

“You’d rather cum around my dick?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“Mmm hmm,” you said. “But you gotta put the mask back on.”

“Tired of my face already?” he teased, pulling his finger out and putting the mask back on. “Alright, have it your way. How do you want me to fuck you?”

“From behind,” you said.

“Just like a disgusting fucking whore, huh?” he asked, slapping your ass as you stood up. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Then do it,” you said. “Stop talking about it and just do it already, asshole.”

He slapped your ass hard, leaving a large red handprint in his wake. You yelped but giggled, wiggling your ass toward him as he spanked it again. He held the knife to your throat, pulling you up by your head as his mouth found your ear. You could feel his giant cock throbbing against your ass, and knew he was close already. But if everything you heard about his reputation was true, you knew that didn’t mean anything. He could apparently hold off for quite awhile, even that close, and you were looking forward to having him inside of you. In fact, you needed it more than you ever needed anything. You were tired of doing films with men who had average or below average dicks; they didn’t do anything for you, and you always had to fake it. But with Eddie? You highly doubted you would have that problem.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll slit your fucking throat,” he said in your ear, pressing the hard plastic a little more firmly to your throat. “You’re in no position right now to be a fucking bitch.”

“I think I am,” you said, grinning smugly at him as you pushed back against his cock. “You’ve got me right where you want me, right? So, instead of making empty threats and being a douchebag, why don’t you just fuck me?”

He slapped your ass hard again, dragging the knife across your throat ever so gently. “You’re fucking lucky I think you’re so hot. Otherwise, I would be ending this right fucking now by cutting you wide open.”

“Fuck me already!” you said. “You’re–”

You were cut off by a loud moan as you felt him pushing inside of you. You cried out as his thick length stretched your pussy, and you could feel his piercing deep inside. He held onto your hips to anchor himself, bending you over the couch as he pushed himself deeper. You nearly screamed as you felt that piercing on your cervix, but it hurt so good. You reached down and squeezed his hand, and you could tell that he was trying hard not to break character to hold your hand. He had to know how it felt, and you could tell that he was holding back, even still. The director seemed not to notice, though; he just instructed his cameraman to get a shot of his cock buried deep inside of your pussy. He was almost fully inside, and it took you a minute to adjust to how it felt. Never had you been this full, never had anything felt so good, and you weren’t sure how long YOU would be able to last. He was moaning behind you, and you felt his dick twitch. That caused you to moan filthily, and you looked behind your shoulder into his masked face, a smirk on your own.

“What are you waiting for, Daddy?” you asked, biting your lip. “Fuck me.”

He started to thrust, keeping them slow and shallow at first. The cameraman looked up questioningly, and the director simply shrugged and instructed him to keep filming. You moaned, feeling that piercing against your cervix again with every movement inward. He kept hold of your hips, and soon, he was fucking you a little harder. You knew that he was making sure you were okay first, something that he seemingly didn’t do with any of his other costars. Maybe he found a soft spot for you, or maybe the rest of them were used to taking dicks his size. Either way, you thought the gesture of going off script was rather touching, and you looked back at him with a smile. You couldn’t tell if he was reciprocating, but the sharp thrust inside of you somehow told you that he was.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet,” he said, starting to absolutely DRILL you as you nearly screamed. “Listen to that, can you hear it?”

You could. As he fucked into you harder, you could hear just how wet you truly were for him. His fingers dug into your skin, his breath in your ear, and you just moaned as you clenched hard around him. That caused him to groan, and you smirked as you did it again. This brought another loud crack to your ass, and you yelped as the knife made another appearance at your throat.

“Stop doing that,” he growled. “You needy bitch.”

“Sorry,” you said, but did it again.

He stopped thrusting, putting the knife down to grab your throat with his hands. He choked you for a moment, chuckling darkly as you kept clenching around him. He began to move again but kept his grip, letting go only when you started clawing at his hands. He reached around to grope your breasts, rubbing the nipples as he absolutely pounded you against the couch. He was panting and groaning, the sounds filling the air as the cameraman got another shot of him fucking into you. You could feel your lower stomach tightening, but you weren’t ready for this to be over yet. Fuck, he felt so goddamn good; you never wanted it to end. You would have been content going on forever just like this, with him inside of you as you whined desperately. He knew you were getting desperate, too; he reached down, rubbing your clit in hard, fast circles as you cried out. You clenched again, his hands now on your shoulders as you braced against the couch. He drilled your needy, soaking cunt, each bump to your cervix causing you to moan even louder.

“Cum for me,” he said. “Show me just how much you fucking love what I’m doing to you. Show me what a greedy whore you are for my cock.”

You moaned, and were shocked to see that he was pulling out of you. The director was about to intervene, but Eddie was pushing you onto your back on the couch. He lifted your legs to his shoulders and pushed inside of you again, causing you to moan hotly as he filled you up again. The director stopped and instructed the cameraman to keep going, and you looked up into his masked face with a look of pleasure on yours. You arched under him, writhing, your hands finding his clothed back and digging your nails into the fabric. He pounded you hard, the new angle causing him to hit into your sweet spot. He didn’t use his entire cock this time; instead, he decided to get creative, and fucked directly into your G-spot. The feel of the piercing against it was so fucking good, and you tore at his dark shirt as he pounded against you.

“That’s it,” he cooed, the strokes of his cock remaining shallow and deep as your mouth fell slack. “Cum around my cock, princess.”

“Fuck,” you whined, your jaw still open as your head tipped back. “I’m gonna cum so hard, Daddy.”

“Cum for me,” he coaxed, his fingers rubbing hard circles on your clit again. “Do it for me. Show me how desperate you are to let some stranger fuck you like this.”

Tears began to leak out of your eyes. They weren’t bad; it was just so much, so overwhelming. You could tell that he was having doubts, so you sat up slightly to bury your face in his neck. He groaned, thrusting harder before pushing you back down. He pinned you to the couch, both of his large hands holding you down as he mercilessly pounded you. More tears leaked from your eyes, and he laughed wickedly under the mask.

“What’s wrong?” he taunted. “Is my dick too big for you, you disgusting slut? Can’t take it all?”

“No, i can,” you said, trying to get out of his grip.

“Then take it and cum for me,” he coaxed, fucking you as hard as he could. “Go ahead, show me you can do it.”

It didn’t take much more for you to cum. A few more strokes of his cock, a few more swipes with his fingers, and that was it. You screamed in pleasure, and none of that was exaggerated or fake, either. You squirted around him twice, and the director was staring in awe as the cameraman caught everything. You kept arching, moaning, bucking up against him as he continued to pound into you. He was panting above you under the mask, moaning as you felt him twitch inside of you. He was fighting hard to keep going, but you knew he was going to lose that fight very soon. You reached down and took his knife, holding it up with a smirk.

“You wanna hold this to my throat again?” you asked. “Maybe that would get you off.”

He took it and did just that, holding it on your throat as he pounded you. You moaned, clenching around him, bucking your hips up against his thrusts to aid him. He looked down at your breasts, then back to where the knife was held to your throat, and you felt him twitch twice. You knew it was coming and, sure enough, it did a moment later. He came hard inside of you, moaning through it, his head bowed as he allowed his orgasm to take him over. He continued to thrust until it was done, stopping and nearly collapsing on top of you before pulling out. But he wasn’t finished, and you already knew what was coming because of the script. He pulled you to a sitting position and opened your legs, eyeing your dripping cunt as he rubbed the knife between both of his hands.

“Look at that,” he said, running his fingers through your sensitive pussy before he knelt in front of you. “I made such a mess of you, didn’t I?”

“Mmm hmm,” you said, moaning as he lifted his mask. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I think you know,” he said, dragging the knife over your thigh again before he started eating you out once more. “I’m nowhere close to being fucking done with you, you fucking slut. If you think that I am, then you’d better think again.”

“So much for scary movies, huh?” you asked, moaning as he began to devour your pussy even more desperately.

“I think this is much better,” he said, eating you out more feverishly. “You know what we should try? You know, since you’re such a filthy girl.”

“What?” you asked, moaning as he fucked you on his tongue.

“Giving it to you up the ass,” he said. “I think that would be fun, don’t you agree?”

“And cut!” the director called.

You whined as Eddie broke away from you, standing up as he helped you. The director was coming onto the set to talk to the cameraman, both of them seemingly pleased with what they’d gotten. Eddie sat the mask and the knife down on the couch, grabbing a water as someone on set offered one. He handed it to you, and you accepted it with a big smile. You took a drink, and Eddie’s hand was on your shoulder in a comforting gesture. He pulled his pants back up and gestured for someone to bring over your clothes. You slipped them on once they did, and Eddie wrapped your jacket around your shoulders for you with a smile.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I mean, I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I? I tried to be as careful–”

“No, I’m okay,” you assured him. “Really. I just wasn’t used to someone that big.”

“A lot of the women aren’t,” he said with an apologetic grin. “I always ask them to let me go in slow and careful, but they never really let me. I guess they don’t want to shatter the illusion. It’s just…you were crying, and i was so scared that i was hurting you.”

“Well, I can promise you that I’m totally fine,” you said, taking another sip of the water. “Do you think we did well enough for them?”

“Oh, I think we did,” he said with a chuckle.

“Something tells me they’ll be asking us to do another one together very soon,” you said.

“In that case,” he said, smiling as he leaned closer to you and offered an arm. “How about I buy you dinner? I know I’ve worked up a hell of an appetite tonight.”

You grinned, taking his arm with a nod. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

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kcthefirebreathing-bitchqueen · 1 year

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About the suggestive prompt list, "that's it. that's my girl." with Eddie.

I picture reader and Eddie being good friends and he says that while doing a very normal thing, like you handing him something and you moan, he notices and... well, he absolutely repeat that phrase while having sex just to make you moan again like that 🫣

So I finally finished this. Three words. Writer’s block sucks. Pair that with an extreme lack of motivation and you have a recipe for disaster.

But hey, it's super long at least. That's something, right? Right?

Title: Touch Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: There’s been a lot of tension between you and Eddie and it finally reaches a boiling point one afternoon…

Word Count: 13.640

Content Warning: 18+ mdni. Unprotected sex (bit rougher near the end). Oral (m and f receiving). Deepthroating. Biting. Teasing. Swearing. Nicknames (sweetheart, princess, etc). Some name calling (nothing too bad). Perv Eddie. Eddie has an innocence kink. Slightly mean Eddie. No use of Y/N.

I think that I covered everything, but please let me know if I missed anything!

Notes: Thanks to @adrille88 for beta’ing this for me. You’re the best!

Prompt is in bold letters.

Eddie Munson was a pervert.

You knew that for a fact.

It was all the little things that made it painstakingly obvious. The little touches that were in no way casual. The way his hands would stay on your sides just a little bit too long at times. The conveniently dropped pens and pencils whenever you were wearing a dress or skirt.

And perhaps you should mind, any rational person would, right? But you didn’t. If anything, the reason that skirts had become an essential part of your day to day wardrobe was mainly because of Eddie. They’d been getting shorter lately, too. Just because you liked the way that his eyes would linger on your thighs and you could see the cogs turning in his head, wondering whether the hemline had gone up a bit since the last time that he had seen you.

It was happening again right now.

You were sitting right in front of him, sketchbook on your lap, tapping away at the page with your pencil. Eddie was on the floor with his back pressed into a white chest of drawers that you had stuck sparkly unicorn stickers on when you were about eight years old. He kept a respectable distance, as usual, peeling at a sticker that was half loose, doing his utmost to pretend like he didn’t have some kind of ulterior motive.

He honestly thought that he was being slick by offering to sit on the floor all the time, but you knew that he was only sitting there because a certain part of your anatomy was directly at eye level. His pupils would dilate a fraction whenever he thought that there was even the slightest chance of him catching sight of your underwear and let's be honest, you would uncross your legs way too much anyway, so there was ample opportunity for him to spot your panties.

It had all turned into a song and dance that the two of you seemed to have gotten caught in for a while now.

You gave a little and he took. It was all balanced perfectly, but he had never actually crossed that invisible line between you for some odd reason. You gave him little chances to act time and time again, but he never did and it was frustrating the hell out of you.

You were almost ashamed to admit that you had thought about going commando a little bit too much lately. Just to see what he’d do when he noticed that you weren’t wearing any underwear. Maybe he would lean forward, put his hand on your knee whilst looking up at you with those warm brown eyes of his, slide his hand to the inside of your thigh and move it up until he was-

“Can you come help me out a little?” You snap and grip your pencil so hard that it was a miracle that it hadn’t snapped in two. You push your bottom lip out into a pout. “I’m kinda stuck with this.”

“Do I have to?” Eddie looks a little bit confused over your slightly angry tone of voice seconds earlier, but blames it on the fact that you’d been trying to draw for at least ten minutes and haven’t managed more than a few lines at best. “Your floor is so comfortable.”

“I need you here,” you reply and you pat the empty space on the bed next to you. “You can give me better pointers when you’re looking at what I’m doing.”

“I can see just fine from down here.”

“No, you can’t,” you sigh with thinly veiled annoyance. “Come on, Ed, please?”

“Okay, fine.” Eddie tried to make it sound like it was a chore, but you knew damn well that he didn’t need much incentive to sit closer to you. His hand grazed your arm the second that he sat down after all. “Show me what you got.”

Tilting the sketchbook in his direction, you showed him the D&D monster that you had drawn on the other page, a Gelatinous Cube with a skeleton and weaponry floating inside it. Eddie hummed appreciatively and nodded and then you could feel his left hand settle on your shoulder as he leaned into your space.

“And what’s the problem exactly? I think that it looks wicked.”

“They always come out looking the same to me,” you shrug. “I want to put a bit more variation into it, but no matter how much I try to change the swords and shields, it tends to look similar to another sketch.”

“Hm.” He rubs his chin, seemingly deep in thought, but you can see how his eyes catch on the sliver of flesh that’s peeking out from behind the sketchbook, part of your knee. Just to tease him a little, you uncross your legs, thighs pressed together as they move side by side, and you can see him swallow heavily. “Okay.” There’s an almost imperceptible shake of his head as he tries to get his thoughts back to your question and he launches into it, spitting out whatever words come into his head. “How’s this…”

And whatever he’s saying is helpful, it really is, but you can’t exactly focus when he presses in even closer and tucks some hairs behind his ear. That tiny gesture makes his scent waft over you and you breathe in deeply.

The cigarette smoke that clings to him at all times which he tries to hide with Old Spice and the slight whiff of his Speed Stick deodorant underneath it all. It all mingles with the Sour Patch Kids, half empty packet currently laying discarded on the floor, that he had earlier, whenever he breathes out.

It’s a smell that’s distinctly him. It’s so familiar that you can conjure it up at will even when he’s not around.

You look at him from the corner of your eye, mid rant about some other D&D creature that you could draw, but the words barely reach you. You’re too focused on watching his lips move and the way his tongue darts out occasionally to wet them. Your thoughts drift again, wondering what it would feel like if he pressed them against yours right this instant.

Eddie clears his throat and you realize that you’ve been staring.

“There’s-uh-“ You point to his face and then at your own, trying to act like there was something on his cheek. He wipes at the thing that wasn’t there to begin with and you smile. “Yeah, you got it.”

“Okay, good.” His self-satisfied smile tells you that he didn’t buy your excuse at all, but he humors you nonetheless. “We could do something else,” he suggests.

“Like?” Your voice comes out as a squeak, wondering if it was going to happen now and you feel horribly unprepared even if you’ve steadily been building up to this moment for a very long time.

“I dunno,” Eddie shrugs. “Connect Four?”

“You wanna…” You deflate almost instantly. “Only you would suggest playing that,” you mutter.

“Hey, we played that last week.”

“We were stoned, Eddie.”

“So? You know I always have weed on me.”

“Yes, I am aware of it. You do realize that my drawings look awful when I’m high,” you point out. Your art tended to look decidedly abstract in those instances to put it mildly.

“Okay, okay,” he says suddenly, hands held up in surrender as he concedes. “I’ll focus on this. For you.”

“Thank you,” you grin. “We can play Connect Four afterwards.”

“Yes!” Eddie punches the air in a display of victory. “I’ll beat your ass.”

“Course you will.”

When his hands come back down, one comes to rest on his knee, but the other settles on the top of your spine, right in the middle of your shoulder blades. You inhale sharply, doing your utmost to stop your body from going completely rigid, but Eddie doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are concentrated on the tip of your pencil and they follow it as you draw a shaky line.

You turn the pencil around so you can erase the hastily drawn line with the rubber eraser on the end. Eddie’s hand slides down to the center of your back and the red eraser shoots across the page. He splays his fingers out, stretching them as far as he can across your back, and you can feel the burn of his palm through the flimsy material of your shirt. It makes the eraser skid over the paper in such a way that it’s a miracle that you didn’t go through the page altogether.

“You okay?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, even the smile that accompanies it. “You seem a little on edge.”

“I’m fine,” you croak. “Just annoyed that I can’t get this to work. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” he replies with still evident delight. “Sure it is.”

You already knew that he didn’t buy that you were simply like this because you seemed to have lost your ability to draw, but to hear him point it out like that makes you want to protest and deny it. You’re seconds away from making it known to him, your mouth already open, when his hand moves down lower and reaches the bottom of your shirt.

Your mouth snaps shut instantly. Your shirt had ridden up slightly and it left part of your lower back bare.

Just a little bit more and then he-

Right as you’re thinking it, Eddie’s fingernails scratch at the sliver of exposed skin right above the waistband of your pristine white skirt and, inevitably, the elastic band of your underwear that lay just underneath.

Your breath hitches and you finally look up at him to find him staring at the wall, at some vintage poster of The Doors that had belonged to your uncle once, but when he noticed that you were staring at him, he stares back without saying a single word.

You shift back a little, in an effort to make his hand move down lower, hoping that his fingers would finally dip down underneath the fabric. Instead he pulls his hand away as if burned. His cheeks flush pink over having been caught out and he scratches at his scalp awkwardly.

As a means of distracting yourself after your completely failed attempt, you sketch something like you had been trying to do before, but there was no direction in your pencil strokes. You were merely aimlessly sketching something, anything, and the hastily made end result looked more like something that a toddler would crudely produce with some crayons that they could barely hold in their tiny hands.

The thing is that Eddie is welcoming this distraction as well and as his eyes fall on the sketchbook on your lap, his now free hand comes down on it. He starts tapping on the page with his index finger a little bit too hard by accident, as if he’s trying to go clean through the pages that are covering you.

“That’s it,” he says without really looking at what you had drawn at all. “That’s my girl.”

The noise you make in reply was something that was supposed to have been a gasp, but it comes out as a cross between a gasp and a moan. It was a little bit loud, too, not something that could be ignored in any way.

You swear that every single drop of blood in your body rushes to your head in that instant. Your cheeks are so hot that it feels as if they’re on fire. You can feel the heat all the way in the tips of your ears, almost as if you’ve just heard Eddie make that noise instead.

That thought makes you duck your head, thinking that he might be able to read the arousal all over your face. Your gaze is fixed downward at nothing in particular, but you start picking at a loose thread that you happen to see on your quilt bed cover, hoping that he might think that it was offensive enough to have caught your attention.

When Eddie doesn’t speak, you clear your throat loudly and then fake a cough. You start to lean forward, away from him, and get ready to move off the bed, but just as you manage to lift your ass up, you feel a hand on your arm and you’re pulled back down again.

The sketchbook thuds onto the floor loudly and the pencil rolls underneath your bed. Both are promptly forgotten.

Eyes darting off to the side, you catch your first real glimpse of Eddie since it happened, since you released your moan, and there’s such a huge feral grin plastered all over his face that you inadvertently gasp.

“Oh no, sweetness, what was that?” He tries to sound all sweet, but amusement is bleeding into his tone. “What just happened?”

“N-nothing.” Your voice comes out all high and squeaky which only makes you feel more embarrassed. “Nothing happened.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me,” he replies with glee. “Was that because I called you ‘my girl’?”

“N-no! W-why would that-“ His disbelief is written all over his face and it only makes you buckle down more because you’re somewhat sure that he’s making fun of you. “It’s true!”

“Sure.” He drawls out the word and his hand skims down your arm. The way that he’s touching you now could no longer be brushed off as accidental, because the pads of his fingers are pressing into your flesh harder than they usually do. “I believe you.”

“Eddie-“

“Totally believe you.” When his fingers reach your wrist, he skates them back up again. “Who knew that that would be what would make you break, huh?”

“I didn’t break.”

“You so did though, but you know what? It’s okay.” His hand reaches your shoulder and he slows down there, in such a way that you’re convinced that he’ll pull away. “I don’t mind.”

It’s like you’re suspended in time. Waiting for Eddie to put you out of your misery, but it seems to take hours. He must be able to sense your willingness and is only drawing it out for fun as far as you can tell. It wouldn’t surprise you to be honest, for Eddie did so love to tease.

He brushes your hair away from your neck almost reverently, still moving impossibly slow as if he’s afraid that you might jolt and pull away if he goes at it any faster.

Moving in closer, you can feel his hot breath hit you first. Your first response was to lean to the side, followed by the urge to tilt your head in the other direction to open up as much of your neck for him as you can. As all those feelings are swirling up inside of you, trying to decide what to do, you end up freezing entirely instead, and before you know it, you can feel the brush of his lips just below your ear.

It starts out light, but soon he’s pressing down harder, more forcefully, each press of his lips deliberate and setting your skin further ablaze the longer he continues.

“You have no idea how many times I thought about this,” he husks against your heated skin. “I’ve had to cover myself up so many times around you.”

“You-you did?”

“All the time.” He licks over the throbbing artery in your neck and you grasp at his hair, twisting the strands around your fingers and pulling. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know.”

“I really didn’t,” you whine.

“Really? After you’ve been trying to bait me for ages?” Eddie looks up slightly, his eyebrows arched as he catches you on another lie. “Like that time where your skirt accidentally flipped up and you flashed your panties at me? When there was no wind? And I suddenly told you that I forgot that I had to help my uncle?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble, but the memory flashes through your mind all the same. You really thought that you had him that time, too, but he had to ruin it by hurriedly leaving all of a sudden.

“Course you don’t, filthy girl.” He sinks his teeth into your throat until you squeal. “Or that one time where your hand grazed my crotch and you tried to play it off as accidental with that innocent smile of yours? You’re not fooling anyone, you know.”

“Like you’re any better,” you huff. “Always hugging me from behind with your fingers pressed up against the underside of my bra.”

“You like it when I do that though,” he smiles. “You always press your ass back against my dick, always so keen to play along, always trying to see who’ll crack first.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” you reply quickly, somewhat stunned that he had noticed what you had been doing all this time. “Your arms always graze over my tits every chance you get.”

“And you keep twisting your body to make sure that you get the maximum amount of contact out of it,” he shoots back. “I may be a perv, but you sure like to feed me crumbs whenever you can.”

“Do not.”

“Yeah sure,” he rolls his eyes and bites you again. “Who’s the one who left her panties over at my place during the last sleepover?”

A sudden wave of embarrassment hits you. You thought that you had been so subtle about it, too.

“I lost those,” you finally say, too ashamed to admit to the fact that it had not been an accident at all, because who could possibly ‘forget’ something like that? It wasn’t as if you had turned up at his place with a suitcase full of clothing.

“That was deliberate and you know it, but it’s okay. I don’t mind,” he grins. “I fucking love every second of this game that you play.”

“Game?”

“Uh-huh. Game,” he reiterates. “The real question is who’s been playing with who?”

Your brow furrows as you contemplate his words. You had never quite looked at it like that before. Yes, you had been trying all kinds of things in an effort to get Eddie to act once and for all, but you had never once considered that he might have been playing along with you.

But it all made sense now.

Before you had deliberately left a pair of your panties at his place, several had mysteriously gone “missing”, usually right after Eddie had visited. It hadn’t taken you long to put two and two together. It got to the point where you even left things out for him to take, which he always did.

Still, the fact that he never did anything else had thrown you for a loop time and time again. At one point you had settled on him simply not being interested in you like that, which definitely did not explain some of the things that he did, but for as far as you knew maybe he did the same thing to other girls.

His ability to be able to resist what you had been dangling in his face for quite some time now made you terribly unwilling to admit to it however.

“I wasn’t playing with you,” you answer with a hint of feigned embarrassment in your voice. “Seems to me like you were misreading some situations.”

“Like hell I was,” he says and his hands grasp your waist suddenly. “I think that I’m the one that started it, I’ll own up to that, but you have to admit to the part that you’ve been playing in this, sweetheart.”

You stay silent. You know full well that if you speak now that he’ll call you out on your bullshit so silence is your best and only option right now. Eddie chuckles in your ear and completely unexpectedly, he releases you and gets up. Panic sets in immediately and you reach out to grasp his shirt.

“Wait-”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He laughs as he drops down on his knees in front of you. “You thought that I was gonna leave?”

“No,” you pout.

“Don’t admit it then,” he shrugs. “I could see it on your face.”

“That’s n-”

Eddie doesn’t let you finish your sentence. He presses his finger to your lips in an effort to get you to be silent. He knew that if he would let you continue, that you would deny everything until you were blue in the face.

“This innocent girl thing,” he says suddenly, “can you keep it up? It’s really fucking working for me.”

“I am innocent though,” you reply as you bite your bottom lip.

“You’re a little cock tease, that’s what you are.”

Eddie plucks at the sleeve of your shirt and he doesn’t even have to say or ask anything, because you automatically reach down to grab the hemline, pull it up over your head and toss it onto the floor. It was starting to feel too constricting anyway so you were glad to be rid of it.

Those dark brown eyes widen considerably as he takes in the sight before him. You didn’t know it, but in his mind he was replaying all those times where he had seen your nipples harden underneath your shirts and actually seeing your tits framed in nothing but a thin layer of lace was doing his head in.

He finally licks his lips and tears his eyes away from your chest to ask, “Are you nervous?”

You realize that your emotions must be, once again, plain to see. “What do you think?” you ask softly as you avert your eyes from his intense gaze. You twist your fingers together in the fabric of your skirt.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He cups your chin and gently tilts your head back up until your eyes are focused entirely on him. “Promise.”

Eddie finally leans in and kisses you. But it’s too chaste. His soft lips barely make contact with yours, just a light press and then he’s gone. A smug smile materializes on his face instead, to indicate that even he’s impressed with how well he’s able to control himself.

“Bastard.” You shove at his chest in retaliation and he grabs your hand, presses it flush against his chest so you can feel how fast his heart is racing. “Why don’t you kiss me like you mean it, huh?”

“Innocent girl asking for kisses?”

“Even they long to be kissed,” you shrug. “But what, is this not working with your fantasy? You want me to beg for more instead?” You bat your eyelashes at him a few times and you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Please kiss me again, Eddie. I want more. Please?”

“You’re such an awful…” he mutters under his breath and then his lips are back on yours, hitting you with all the force of a speeding car. He actually knocks the breath of you from how hard he’s kissing you. “Such a- shit.“

It feels like he’s trying to eat you alive. You give as good as you get, trying to match his intensity, but it’s damn near impossible to match his hunger. So you grab at his hair again, pulling hard on the strands until he’s moaning against your lips, and that just makes you want to hear it again so you pull harder and then the fucker gasps and your brain short-circuits then and there.

His hands are on your shoulders suddenly, his fingers pulling the straps of your bra down your arms in a manner that’s in direct contradiction with the fire of his kiss. He moves slow, delicate, igniting goosebumps wherever his fingers touch.

When your arms are free, he pushes your bra down a little bit roughly, betraying his eagerness, and cups your breasts as soon as they pop out. You whimper into his mouth when his fingers pinch your aching nipples and that’s the moment where your lips finally part.

You stare at each other for a moment, both out of breath, and you suspect that your lips are as swollen as his are. You reach up to brush your thumb over his bottom lip and he parts them, allowing you to push it into his mouth. You feel his teeth first, biting playfully, before his tongue presses against the pad of your finger and then he sucks it deeper into his mouth. He releases the digit all too soon for your liking and you mutter a quick “Fuck,” as you stare at his lips, completely mesmerised.

Eddie chooses this exact moment to suddenly push you down onto the bed and he’s on top of you a split second later. His lips smash into yours for a few seconds and then he moves down swiftly until he’s level with your heaving chest. He quickly bites into the pliant skin of your breast and you squirm underneath him.

“Eddie,” you gasp hopelessly. He starts sucking hickeys on your skin, and you arch your back, pushing your chest up into his face. He hums his approval “Fuck, Eddie.”

His hands keep going up and down your torso, sometimes squeezing, sometimes tickling, like he doesn’t know what he wants to do now that you’re finally half naked in front of him. Every touch goes straight down to your pussy, which is literally throbbing with delight.

You grab his shoulders and huff when you can feel the fabric of his Hellfire shirt. You had forgotten about that. You pull at the collar one, two, three times until Eddie pulls away for a few seconds to whip the garment off before lavishing more attention on your breasts.

When he starts sucking on your nipples, alternating between them constantly, you do what you had intended to do before. Reaching down, you dig your fingernails into his bare skin and pull them outward over his shoulders. Eddie hisses and scrapes his teeth over the swell of your breast.

The urge to mark each other up seems to overtake you for a short while now that you both know that the other person does not mind one bit. Also, the idea that Eddie will have red tracks on his body that you gave him, effectively marking him up as yours, and that he’s letting you do this, only seems to fill you with a sense of pride.

Momentarily distracted by this, you don’t even notice how his hands disappear underneath your skirt until he hooks his fingers under the white cotton fabric and starts pulling them down your legs. He leans back to slip them over your feet and smirks at you.

“Hmm,” he muses while your panties hang from his index finger. “These are cute. Maybe I’ll keep these as well.”

“Eddie. I won’t have any underwear left if you keep taking them.”

“Even better.” His grin grows when you try to reach up to take them from him. “Ah, ah.” He wags his finger at you and then holds them behind his back. “You’re definitely not getting them back if you keep acting like that.”

“You’re annoying,” you sigh as you roll your eyes. Grabbing the front of his shirt, you give the fabric a rough pull. “Now get back down here and kiss me again.”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

Obliging with your request, his body covers yours once more and your lips find each other again. Only this time you’re very aware of the fact that his wandering hand skips your chest entirely, instead moving south so fast that it hints at his impatience.

His large hand grips your thigh, just underneath the hemline of your skirt, and that’s when he pauses, the fucking tease.

“Eddie,” you whine against his lips and you can feel him smirk.

“What?” He tries to sound clueless, but he’s not an idiot. “What is it?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“You’re such an insuff-oh.“ He doesn’t cover your cunt with his hand until you’re mid sentence and your words turn into a loud moan. “There,” you sigh. “Right there.”

“All you had to do was ask, babe.” You would have smacked him if you were capable of it, but it was kind of hard to focus now that he was finally touching you where you wanted him to. “What else do you want me to do, huh?”

“Just… just keep touching me for now,” you whine as you push your hips up into his hand. “Please?”

“Whatever you want.”

His touches are purely exploratory, but you could care less. You expected it to be honest, because Eddie liked building up to things, whether that was in his D&D campaigns or in songs, it was just something that he seemed to like so why should he be any different in intimate situations?

Eddie would probably call you the tease until the end of time though. You knew that much. And hey, he could call you whatever the fuck he wanted as long as he kept his hands on you.

Suddenly, he brushes a finger over your clit and you can’t stop the desperate whine that tumbles from your lips. He smirks, entirely self satisfied, like he just found the most precious thing, a treasure at the top of your legs, and you just know that he’ll keep teasing you until you beg.

So he keeps his touches light as a feather, no matter how much you try to angle your hips to get more contact out of it. You even try shifting forward a few times, thinking that that might work, but his hand disappears until you stop trying and decide to behave.

“C-come on, Ed.” It doesn’t take you long until you give in, but he still gives you a look like he has no idea why you’re so worked up. “Stop dicking around.”

“I haven’t put my dick anywhere near you,” he chuckles. “I will though.”

Deciding you had enough, you reach down and cup his cock through his jeans. He hisses through his teeth and when you feel his hips jerking upward, you pull away and give him a taste of his own medicine.

When he chases your hand, you say, “Not so fun when someone else does it, huh?”

“Oh, you are such a brat.” He doesn’t sound as amused as he did before. Good. “Is this what you want?” Completely unexpectedly, he slides two fingers into you and your walls clench down on him immediately. “Oh fuck,” he breathes out. “You’re sucking me in, sweetness.”

You’re too far gone to even think of replying. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is hanging open in a silent cry. Your hand still responds though, operating completely on its own, and your fingers start following the hard outline of his shaft through the thick black fabric that’s covering it and keeping it from you.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna have to stop doing that,” he says with difficulty and he tries to pin your hand between his groin and your mattress, trying to limit your ability to move, but you ignore it completely. “Shit. I’m not kidding, sweetheart, stop doing that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll blow my load in my pants.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” you grin. “Maybe I can steal your underwear when that happens.” His breathing stutters and his hips follow suit. “Oh? You’d like that?” From this angle, you can’t really move your hand much, but you keep trying to curl your fingers even as Eddie presses down more firmly. “Me keeping your cum stained boxers under my pillow?”

“Jesus fuck.” He’s really in difficulty now. “No. Nope.” And then he starts pulling away. “Not doing this.” Naturally you start whining so he presses one quick kiss at the corner of your mouth. “I want to blow my load inside you. Not in my fucking boxers. You know how messy that shit is?”

“I’d like to find out,” you reply as you wrap one arm around his shoulders to stop him from leaving. “Please, Eddie.” You can see his pupils dilate even further, which was nothing short of amazing since they were already nearly drowning out the brown of his irises. “I want it, Eddie.”

“No.” He sounds determined, but there’s still a spark of mischief in his eyes, as if he’s not ruling this out for a later date. “Cum inside you, not my boxers.”

You claw at him one final time before you reluctantly let him move away. He drops down on his knees next to the bed, his chest pressed against your shins, his hands gently gripping your ankles. He gives one squeeze before they start moving upward, his fingers trailing up your legs until they’ve reached your knees.

“You ready?” Eddie makes sure to ask first and it’s not until you nod that he slowly starts pulling your legs apart.

Your skirt, which usually barely seems to cover you up around him, does an excellent job of doing it now and effectively partially hides your most intimate parts from his prying eyes. When you feel him grabbing the pristine fabric, your breath hitches in your throat.

This is it.

Pushing your skirt up, your glistening cunt is finally revealed to him and he takes a moment to take in the sight. You spread your thighs open further and you hear his breathing stutter.

“Shit, baby,” he chokes out. “I’ve never seen such a pretty pussy.”

“She’s all yours, Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he groans under his breath. “Say that again.

“She’s all yours.”

A growl rumbles in his chest and then you feel his fingers on your folds, pushing them apart and gathering the slick that had formed there so he could spread it out. His thumb grazes your swollen clit and you writhe when he starts pressing lazy circles around it.

“Look at that,” he utters with audible amazement. “She likes that, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you confirm, even if you didn’t need to. “She likes that a lot.”

“I wonder…” Eddie trails off and you push yourself up with your elbows just in time to see his tongue make contact with your core. “Mmm,” he hums against you and the added vibrations make you mewl. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“Ye-yeah?” His revelation doesn’t come as a surprise, thoughts about what he did with your underwear had been on your mind often after all, but you had never been in a position to ask before. “You think about that a lot?”

“All the fuckin’ time.” His breath is warm against your cunt as he talks and he makes sure to keep licking as he talks. “You have no idea.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s like earlier, you’d be on the bed and I’d just want to pull your skirt up so I could stick my head between your legs. Just to smell you, you know?” To emphasize this, he breathes in deeply through his nose, and hums loudly to make his contentment known. “Your underwear doesn’t quite cut it. Kinda loses its scent after a while, too.”

It’s insane how much his words turn you on and you cry out when he slips two fingers inside you again, but this time he’s up close and personal, watching it happen and swearing under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell.” You can hear the awe in his voice as he starts finger fucking you. “That’s it, baby. You want more, don’t you? I’ll give you whatever you want.”

When he inserts another finger, you realize that he’s not talking to you. No, he’s talking directly to your cunt.

“Fuck. So fucking needy.” He slams his digits in until they can go no further. “Oh yeah. Found the spot, didn’t I?” Your arms buckle and you drop back down on the mattress right at the moment that your walls twitch. “I’ll just- right there.”

“God, Eddie,” you manage to choke out, “my god.”

It probably sounds like you’re equating him to god in this instance and when he chuckles, you realize that it hasn’t escaped him either. His fingers curl up, grazing that spot inside you that makes your hips buck up and makes you gasp loudly.

“Got it,” he breathes against your clit right before he starts sucking on it. “Got you.” He plunges his fingers in so deep over and over that you can feel the silver of his rings on your burning skin whenever he makes contact. “Let go.”

The muscles in your thighs spasm, tighten around his head as the lights behind your eyelids spark blindly white, and you keen out his name as your orgasm tears through you and you descend to a higher plain altogether, floating upwards and out of your tiny bedroom where Eddie Munson’s fingers and his tongue bring you such pleasure that you think that you might have died.

You don’t, of course, but your body is burning so bad that it feels as if you just managed to crawl out of a freezing body of water and your body starts warming up as a way to fight the cold. There was some first hand experience with that, when you and a friend had been dared to swim in the local swimming pool in the middle of winter, and the burn right now was similar to what you felt back then.

It felt nothing like the times where you had made yourself climax, probably because it was the object of your desires that was making you come now. And the best part was that this was simply a prelude, a little taster of what was still to come, because you’d be coming all over his cock eventually.

When you finally come back down to Earth, Eddie’s seated next to you and your skirt has been removed. You wonder when that happened and why you didn’t even notice. The first thing that you see is the smug grin that’s spread over his face. You long to wipe it off and you were already raising your arm, hand moving in the direction of his face.

It freezes midair when you’re halfway there, because Eddie manages to take your breath away when he sucks the fingers that had just been inside you into his mouth, even when your taste must still be on his tongue.

It’s enough to make your body surge back to life and you’re straddling his lap in a flash so you can press your lips on his. Your hunger is multiplied by tenfold when his tongue slips into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

“Easy there, tiger,” he chuckles when your teeth nip at his bottom lip. “Innocent. Remember?”

“You really expected me to keep acting demure all the way through?” Eddie must have known that you would fall down at the first hurdle. “Fuck that.”

“Wrong answer.” He makes a buzzing noise, like one of those game show buzzers. “Try again.”

Breathing in deeply through your nose, you try to calm yourself down. So he still wants this weird fantasy of someone that holds back a little out of shyness. That really wasn’t like you at all if you were completely honest and Eddie knew that, but still, if this is what he wanted… you could try again.

It wouldn’t last, not in a million years, but you would try.

You kiss him again, though it’s a lot more chaste than before, and from the way that his hands slowly wrap around your back, to pull you closer against him until you’re both sighing contentedly, you know that it’s working for him.

“Could you get up for me?” you ask him. Eddie tilts his head to the side, as if he’s trying to figure out if you have something planned, but you don’t even know yet. It was a pretty spur of the moment decision after all. “Please?”

“Anything for you, princess.”

Standing next to the bed, you pull him in until his legs touch the side and you sit up on your knees in front of him. You bring your hand up to his chest tattoo, the demon’s head, and you start tracing it with your index finger. You keep your movements slow, tentative almost, your fingernail scratching at his skin lightly at times.

Leaning forward, you press your lips against his inked skin and let them linger for a few seconds. You can feel Eddie’s breath hit the top of your head, warm and comforting, as he lets you continue without saying a word.

Moving down lower, you find the tattoo at the bottom of his ribcage. His mother’s name with her date of birth above and the date of her passing underneath it. You kiss that spot, too, a couple of times in fact. Eddie’s hand comes up to the back of your head, his touch loving.

It was a sharp contrast to what you were building up to, because your intentions weren’t quite as pure. Neither were his. But this was a moment of calm before the inevitable storm would tear everything to shreds.

Your touches and kisses were a lot more timid than his had been, still trying to play the part of the innocent, but you didn’t shy away from it either. Moving down ever lower, your fingers finally slipped underneath his belt and curled around the leather.

“You want to-?” The question was left unfinished, but the intent was clear enough. You knew exactly what he was asking you. “We can still stop.”

It was comforting to know that he would be perfectly satisfied if you wouldn’t want to do anything else, but that simply wouldn’t do. You could tell that he was straining away in his tight jeans. Hell, it looked like he was seconds away from bursting out of them.

“I don’t want to.” You undo the clasp of his belt and then move onto his jeans. Pulling them down his thighs with marked determination, you look up at him to add, “I don’t want to stop.”

“Well, shit,” he groans. “If you change your mind about this-“

“I won’t.” Your eyes remain focused on his plaid boxers and he’s so hard that he’s practically pitching a tent in them. “Wanted to do this for a long time, Ed.” You’re not even trying to hide the fact that you can’t stop looking at his groin and Eddie swears under his breath when you lick your lips hungrily. “Want you so bad.”

“Move back on the bed.” He pulls his jeans off swiftly. “Give me some room.”

Moving to the other side of the bed (that’s just about big enough to accommodate two people), you make sure that he has plenty of space. When he gets on the bed, he can’t resist grabbing the back of your head, more forcefully this time, so he can give you a kiss before he lays down.

“Now.” His fingers weave together and he lays his hands on his chest, with a look in his eyes that was very similar to one that he’d have in Hellfire, usually right before he would be making things very difficult for the players. “Because you’ve been such a bad fucking girl all this time, for treating me this way and for trying to make me jump your bones, how about you fuck me, huh?”

“I- you-“ You stare at him, completely dumbfounded. You had not expected him to say that, so you were having trouble processing it. “What?”

“Come on, genius,” he teases. “You’re usually so smart and you can’t figure this one out?”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yep.”

“I guess I’m just a bit confused,” you admit. “You don’t want-?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant. I want to fuck you too. Desperately in fact.” He sets to reassuring you immediately, even though it shouldn’t be necessary at all after what had transpired between you. “But I also want to punish you for riling me up this long.”

“So what… I’m supposed to just get on top and ride you?“

“That’s exactly what I’m asking.” You catch the naughty pitch of his voice and know that something else is coming as well. “But how about you suck me off a little first. I mean, I ate you out after all. A little quid pro quo and all that shit.”

“Oh. Okay. I can do that.” As soon as you say that, Eddie spreads his legs wide open so you can fit between them. “I can definitely do that,” you mutter under your breath as you sit between his thighs and finally start stripping the plaid fabric off his slim hips. “Definitely,” you repeat as your eyes finally fall on his bare cock.

You already knew that he was big. You had been pressing yourself up against him long enough for you to know that, but seeing him laid out on your bed, like the best present that you had ever gotten, all ready for you to work your magic… Well, it was a little daunting, wasn't it?

You had dreamed about doing this plenty of times, fantasized about it as you plunged your fingers into your cunt as far as they could go, but it didn’t compare to seeing this in real life. Your imagination was vivid as hell, but not quite vivid enough.

How were you even supposed to fit that in your mouth? Let alone your pussy?

When you finally manage to tear your eyes away from his nether regions and your eyes dart up to meet his, you can see that he’s calmly watching you and following your every move. You practically counted on him to make some kind of smartass remark, something about how you looked intimidated by his size, maybe even a funny pet name for his dick, but he kept his silence (for once in his life).

Keeping your eyes on him, you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, your grip light. You jerk your hand upwards once, reflexively, clearly testing the waters and checking what would elicit a response. Sadly, Eddie gives you nothing in return. Not just yet.

Spreading your legs, you lean forward until you’re hovering over him, making it look like you’re about to take him into your mouth, and you can see Eddie hold his breath, trying to anticipate your next move. He inhales sharply when you let a string of saliva drip down from your lips instead, making contact with the tip of his cock, and that’s what connects you to him for a few seconds until the string breaks.

The fluid collects at the root of him and you reach out, fingers encircling him again, as you spread it over his silky shaft to lubricate him. His eyelids flutter closed, enjoying the sensation of your fingers dancing up and down his length, showing no sign of stopping for now. He settles into it, allowing you to have your fun as you properly acquaint yourself with his cock and figure out what he likes. Your eyes stay trained on his face, taking note of every little microexpression that flits over his features when you do something that he likes, when you squeeze him or twist your hand just right.

It’s not until you hear him utter one slightly irritated huff, presumably because you’re not exactly giving him what he asked you to do, namely putting his dick in your mouth, that your tongue darts out to lick a bead of precum from his slit. His reaction is instantaneous. His eyes shoot open, the sharp intake of air and his hips jerk upward to chase your lips.

You lick a fat stripe up the underside slowly and teasingly. To extend his suffering (just a little bit, you’re not a total monster), you dip your head down lower, blow hot air on his balls, only to move down lower still and press your lips to the inside of his thigh. When Eddie groans, you bite his pale skin just hard enough to leave a mark and he swats the back of your head in retaliation. The swat was more of a light tap, but you say “ouch” regardless and then bite him again, on his other leg, just above the knee.

“You want me to keep going or are you going to hit me again?” you talk against his leg as you drag your lips up his skin slowly.

“You’re making it sound like I hit you hard.”

“You did,” you chuckle. “Really hurts, too. I might have to go to the hospital.”

“Like hell you do,” he says, but he chuckles along with you. “Stop playing around.”

“Aye, aye, sir.” You can feel the muscles in his thigh spasm as soon as you utter the last word. Now that’s definitely something that you’re going to store away for later use. “You ready?” He tries to hit you again and you hold your hands up until his hand settles on his stomach. “Alright, touchy, jeez.”

“I’m not-“ His sentence cuts off abruptly, because you pick that exact moment to twirl your tongue around the ruddy head of his cock. “Fuck.” Your lips envelop him, your head bobbing down halfway and you make eye contact with him again. “Christ yeah, like that,” he moans. “Keep looking at me. You look so good with my dick in your mouth, sweetheart.”

Eddie nods almost imperceptibly and you take that as your cue to start moving. Your eyes are locked together as you take him in a little bit deeper every time you bob down, your jaw opening further to accommodate him. You turn it into a little show, humming and moaning around his length. The appreciative sounds that he keeps making only spur you on and for a while that’s all he’s able to do, releasing little moans and groans and the occasional swear word.

It’s not until you lick up and down his shaft, that he finds his words again.

“Fuck yeah,” he mutters. “Lick it like those popsicles that you were teasing me with all summer.” It makes you chuckle and brings back memories of you attempting to deepthroat a cherry flavored popsicle until Eddie excused himself. “Yeah, didn’t think I noticed, huh?”

“I noticed, Ed,” you purr as you press an openmouthed kiss on his balls. “Your jeans looked mighty tight every time that I did it.”

“I hardly had to touch myself when I got back home,” he admits. “You’d get me so fucking worked up.”

“Oh yeah?” You continue your kitten licks and seeing his blown out pupils follow your every move makes you want to know more. “Tell me,” you whisper, “tell me about it.”

“Fuck, you want me to… damn, okay.” It’s finally his turn to be at a loss for words. You had never thought that you’d live to see the day. “I’d just-“ He bites back a moan when you take him into your mouth again. “I’d pull my pants down far enough so my dick was out, barely make it to my room, and I mean barely, before I was coming.”

“Really now?” You sound indifferent to his, rather short, version of events. “Do better.”

“Better? Fuck’s sake.” He truly is struggling. This guy, who had such a way with words that he could conjure up just about anything at any given moment, was reduced to nothing simply because you were giving him a blowjob. “Okay,” he continues and you fully expect him to put in a bit more effort into his story this time. “I’d- fuck- you’d make such a goddamn mess of yourself. Always sucking on those things in such a way that the melting syrup would drip down your chin and onto your tits.”

When you release him, he whines, but you sit up a little so he can see what you’re doing. Some saliva oozes from your bottom lip down your chin and a string of it finally drips down until the fluid connects with your chest. Eddie hisses through his teeth when you rub at it with your finger.

“Exactly like that, fuck,” he breathes. “Jesus Christ, you have no idea how much I wanted to lick that shit off you. I’d think about doing just that when touching myself.”

“Anything else?” You ask with a smirk as you lower your mouth down on him again.

“You always stuck those things in way too deep,” he continues and you let the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. His hips buck up then, driving him in deeper, and you gag around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his hand moves to the back of your head and he holds you down for a few seconds before allowing you to come back up again. “Like that, baby, just like that. I fucking knew what you were doing, knew that you were trying to-“

“Mhm,” you moan around him as you take him in so deep that your lips make contact with the thatch of dark hair at his base. Your throat pulses around him and you can feel Eddie’s cock twitch. “Mmm.” Every noise that you make comes out all garbled, because your mouth is full of him.

“Fuck.” You let him slip from your lips and his eyes are filled with nothing but lust and awe. “You used those popsicles to practice, didn’t you, filthy girl?” You nod and attempt to flutter your eyelids shyly. “Show me. Do that again.”

You don’t need him to tell you twice, so do exactly as he asks and take him in just as deep again. You can feel tears stinging your eyes as you keep looking at him and when he notices, his finger wipes at the corner of your right eye to drag it over your temple.

“Goddamn, I’m making you cry?” You hum in an affirmative manner. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’m so fucking impressed with you.” You try to relax your throat and keep breathing in through your nose, but it’s not that easy. “I love that you’re struggling to do as I asked.” Where Eddie was having difficulty finding the words before, he doesn’t seem to be doing that badly now. His tone is higher than usual, more interspersed by him taking in sharp breaths of air as he tries to steady himself. “As much as it pains me to say it…” He pauses for a few seconds before finishing his sentence, “…but you can move.”

And you do. Only this time whenever you go down on him, you take him in as far as he can go every time until you can hear him pull in a ragged breath before coming back up again. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking a bit harder, your tongue moving along the bottom of his shaft. The more noise he makes, the more you want his cum and you can feel a heat emanating from your core.

You don’t even hear Eddie when he tells you to stop.

“Stop,” he hisses.

You don’t.

“Stop,” Eddie repeats more forcefully as he pulls you off his cock, which you release with a wet pop. “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he explains. “I told you where I wanted to put my cum before.” He looks down between your legs when you sit up. “So get on top of me.”

“Fine.” The word comes out sounding like a whine, because you’re disappointed that he wants you to stop, but there’s also a degree of excitement present that directly contradicts it. You’re on top of him in no time at all, knees planted next to his waist, and you position him in front of your entrance. “Now say please.”

“Excuse me?” His hands come down on your thighs with a loud smack. “Maybe you should be saying that to me instead.” When you don’t answer him right away, you feel his fingernails digging in your skin just hard enough to leave little crescent shaped marks when he finally removes them. “Ask.”

“Please?” Too bad that the word comes out all wrong, your annoyance clearly audible.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gloats. “You can do better than that.”

“Please?” You repeat the word and it sounds a bit better this time, virtually bordering on sincere.

“Really?” It was still a million miles off from what Eddie wanted to hear however. “If you’re going to keep giving me this attitude, maybe we should call it quits.”

“Please?” His eyes make it clear that it’s not enough, but you can tell that you’re close. “Please, Eddie?” Desperation bleeds into your voice, conveying how much you want this, how badly you’re willing to do as he asks, that you’re not above begging for it. “Please?”

His expression softens just a fraction and he pats your legs before rubbing circles into your skin. Your breath hitches and you reach down again to notch his head between your folds. You don’t move until Eddie nods, until he gives you permission.

Finally you lower yourself down onto him.

You go slow, fully expecting to struggle, and it’s nothing short of intense to feel him sliding into you. The eye contact that you kept up this entire time becomes too much and you close your eyes, your face contorting as you take him in deeper. His touches on your thighs become more soothing and you can feel the corner of your mouth twitch upward into a crooked smile.

It’s like there’s no end to him. You have no idea how many inches you stuffed inside you already, but he just keeps coming. Sweet inch after sweet inch. The burn as he stretches you open, your walls struggling to accommodate him, is amazing. You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth and suddenly realize that your hips are pressed together.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Eddie uses the same words that managed to pull a moan from you earlier when you heard them, the words that started this whole thing to begin with. You flush with excitement, a timid smile tugging at your lips which he answers with one of his own.

Finally you rock your hips back and forth once, the movement makes your breath hitch. He’s in so deep and you’re so impossibly full. You don’t even realize that your expression has twisted into a grimace until you feel his hands on your hips and you reach down instantly, twisting your hands until your palms are touching his and your fingers are laced together.

It takes you a moment before you move again and when you do, you can feel the first small ripple of pleasure inside, as if you’re on the edge of a lake and running your hand along the surface of it, trying to decide whether you want to get in or not. And you do, of course you do. You want to get in and float on the glassy surface of these symbolic waters, make some waves of your own, until you’re sucked into the depths of pleasure to the point of no return.

“You okay up there?” Eddie doesn’t sound cocky or teasing, but rather more curious since you haven’t vocalized anything when you sank down on him. His hands squeeze yours and you answer it with a squeeze of your own. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m okay.” You shift a little and it inadvertently makes your mouth fall open into an almost perfect ‘O’ shape. “More than okay,” you gasp. “Fuck.”

“It would be better if you moved, you know.”

“I know, I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

“On my dick?” You release one of his hands and swat at his chest. “I’m not a chair.”

“No, you’re definitely not. You’d be quieter for one,” you say before sticking your tongue out.

“Hey, you wanted me to talk earlier. I’m not shutting up now,” he retorts. “I’m gonna be talking all through this so get used to it.”

“Liked you better when you were quiet,” you shoot back, but he knows that you’re lying. Eddie could talk your ears off for all you care, it wasn’t like you would suddenly decide that you didn’t want to fuck him anymore.

“Momentary lapse, sweetheart,” he grins. “That’s all that was.”

“Shame.” You roll your hips and your movements aren’t quite as unsure as they were before. You’ve grown slightly more accommodated to his size, though in the back of your head you knew that it might always be a struggle. “Such a damn shame.”

Eddie has barely moved at all, indicating that he had not been joking when he told you that he wanted you to fuck him. You had never known him to possess a lot of self-control, but he was showing amazing restraint right now.

“I’m not going to move,” he says in a low voice as if he had just read your mind. “You’re going to have to do all the work. Let’s call it penance.”

You want to voice your disappointment, but it excites you as well. This thing between you had been built on seeing how far you could push the other person until they would crack and it looks like there’s no reason for that subtle balance to shift now.

“Penance?” you parrot back. “You’re making it sound worse than it was.”

“It was to me.”

“Ugh.” You lean forward a little and cover his mouth with your hand. “Shut up already.”

It’s what finally makes you move and you grind your hips down on his, dragging your clit over his wet pubic hair, your body jolting from the contact. Eddie lets you cover his mouth for a bit, moaning against your fingers, his perfect brow creased as your walls spasm around him.

You’re not so much moving, but more keeping him inside as you try to get the maximum amount of friction out of him and your hips twitch whenever you manage to angle your hips just right.

That wasn’t the deal however. Eddie cups your ass roughly, pushes you upwards and pulls you back down again with a loud smack. You’re reluctant to let him break your concentration, but he’s making it impossible for you not to cooperate with him.

Your hand slips from his mouth, down to his neck, where you grab at his throat, your nails seeking purchase and instead clawing red lines into his skin. It doesn’t look like Eddie minds however, if anything he only angled his neck more so you could mark him up some more if you so pleased.

“Come on, you little tease,” he says as soon as his mouth is free. You drag your hand down his chest, settling on his stomach and pressing down just as hard as his fingers which dig deeper into your flesh. “Work for it.” You rock back and forth, trying to set a slow pace, hissing through your teeth as you move. “That’s it. Show me how much you want it.”

“S-shut up,” you choke out as you move again. You knew that it was useless to say that, because Eddie was never going to stop talking. “Just- fuck.”

“No. I won’t,” he replies teasingly and he pushes his hips up then, pressing inside deeper than before. You can’t help but let out a surprised little yelp. “Keep moving.” His palm connects with your ass roughly, the sound of the slap reverberating through your bedroom and it inadvertently causes you to rise up and then slam back down again. “Like that. Do it like that.”

“God, Eddie.” You comply with his request and start bouncing up and down on his cock, raising yourself up on your haunches just high enough for him to almost slip out completely before you come back down again. The sensation of his length sliding back in roughly makes your insides twist into a knot. “O-oh fuck.”

“Feels good, huh.”

“So good,” you keen. “You feel so good.”

“Touch your tits.” You grab your breasts roughly and since he doesn’t make any other request other than that, that’s all you do. “Damn,” he rasps, “can’t believe how amazing you look. You’re so fucking thirsty for my cock, aren’t you?” When you nod helplessly, his hand whacks you again. “With words.”

“Y-yeah, Eddie,” you cry, “your cock f-feels amazing.” It’s a miracle you’re even able to speak at all. “Love feeling you in-inside me.”

“Look at you.” His voice is laced with reverence and you whine when you hear it. “Taking what you need from me like a good little slut.”

“Uh-huh,” you answer, still chasing the feeling that only he’s able to provide. “Yours, Eddie, your little slut.”

“Yeah, you are.” There’s a subtle shift of his hips then, obviously spurred on by what you just told him, and you’re convinced that he’s seconds away from fucking up into you with fervour, but he catches himself and goes rigid again. “Mine. All mine.”

“I am, Eddie,” you gasp, frustration edging into your voice as you try to get him to move, “I’m your girl. Always been yours.”

“Always, huh?” He watches you move on top of him and he knows exactly what you’re trying to do, which only makes him more determined not to give you what you need. “My good girl, right?” You nod immediately, mouth twisting. “But you’re not that good, aren’t you?”

“N-no, Eddie, I’m-“ He pinches the meaty flesh of your thigh until you whimper. “I’ll be good,” you blurt out.

“Oh yeah? Don’t think you can be,” he says, voice wicked and teasing. “You’re trying to say all the right things now, because you want something from me.”

And he’s right, you do. You want it so badly that it’s making your insides hurt and since he’s all but spelling it out to you, you decide to simply ask, just to see what he would do.

“Eddie, can you-“ You whine, desperately wanting him to move since what you were doing simply wasn’t cutting it. “Please, Eddie.”

“You need something, honey?” He pushes his hips up roughly and the sensation makes you gasp. “This maybe?”

“Yes, Eddie, please, please, please.” You weren’t above begging and that singular word kept spilling from your lips. “Need it, please.”

“No.”

“You’re mean,” you whimper helplessly. “So mean.”

“You know it, sweetheart. Now fuck me harder.”

You move with more force, bouncing up and down on his cock like your life depends on it, but it’s not enough. He keeps hitting the sweet spot inside you, keeps igniting sparks every time that you move your hips in a certain angle, but you need more.

Your hand moves down to your clit and you manage to get a few circular motions in before Eddie slaps your hand away. You keen out a noise, sounding akin to a wounded animal, and try again, undeterred. He squeezes your wrist and puts your hand on his chest instead where you scratch at his skin.

“I need it, Eddie,” you sob, “you gotta- gotta let me.”

“No.”

“Please, Eddie. I want to- wanna- ffffffuck.”

“No.” He’s more forceful this time and you just know that no amount of begging from your end is going to persuade him into allowing you to touch yourself, nor is he going to do it for you. “You’ll just have to get yourself off like this.”

The burn in your thigh muscles is damn near overwhelming. You don’t know how long you’ll even be able to keep doing this. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if Eddie at least worked with you a little, but he made it clear that he’s more intent on seeing you work for it, as if he wants you to prove yourself to him first before he gives you what you need.

If that’s what he wants…

It only seems to spur you on and you can feel a trickle of sweat move down your spine. You can feel the beads forming on your brow from exertion, but you work through it. The wet slap of skin against skin increases as you move harder, chasing your release which is so close that you can practically feel it, all that you need is a bit more… just a little bit more… just a little… more.

In your search- no, your chase for your climax, you push yourself up a little bit too high and his cock slips out. You whine over the loss of contact, immediately coming back down again, but it’s too late. You can feel his erection pressing against your ass instead of feeling him snugly between your walls. The fact that he slid out does not deter you from moving your hips however. You keep rocking back and forth, completely lost in the moment, desperate for release.

“Oh no, sweetheart, what did you do? Too much for you?” Seeing you in this state makes Eddie laugh cruelly. His hands tighten around your waist and when he starts lifting you upward, you sob, because some small part of you immediately thinks that it’s over now, even though you can still feel him rock hard against you. “On your stomach,” he then says. “Seeing how you can’t manage to keep my cock inside that tight pussy of yours.”

Sliding to the side to make room, you occupy the space that he was in before, laying down on your stomach. You look at him over your shoulder when you notice his weight leaving the bed just to see what he’s doing. It looks like he’s looking for something, but you’re unsure what he’s trying to find.

Your question is answered when he speaks.

“Where are your panties?”

“My what?” It’s yet another thing that catches you completely off guard. Eddie’s full of surprises today. You lean over to the side so you can look over the edge of the bed. Your discarded underwear is just peeking out from underneath his black jeans. When you hand it to him, you raise your eyebrows and ask, “Is that another pair that I won’t be getting back?”

“Maybe.” He makes a motion with his hand and you lay down on your stomach again. When you feel his hands on your forearms, which he moves upward, you think that you know where this is going. You feel him twist the thin material around your wrists and as soon as he’s done, he makes an appreciative noise. “How’s that?”

“Fine,” you reply. “You gonna fuck me now or what?”

“Impatient.” You find yourself breathing a sigh of relief when he gets back on the bed again. His hand taps on your ass. “Up.” You try to get on all fours, but you feel his hand move to the middle of your shoulder blades where he lightly presses down. “Just your ass.”

Pressing your knees down, you push your behind up until you feel his hand stop you. He dips his thumb between your butt cheeks, the pad grazing lightly over your other hole, purely exploratory, and then going further down until it’s pressed against your burning core. You push back, chasing his finger, and just as soon as you feel it, his hand is gone.

“Well, shit,” Eddie chuckles when you whine and you breathe a sigh of relief when you feel the press of thighs against yours. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispers so softly that you can barely hear him at all, “I’ll give you what you need.”

The only preparation that you’re given is the feel of the head of his cock against your entrance. Without realizing it, you hold your breath, waiting for him to push inside, waiting for him to comment on how needy you are or how greedy your pussy is, and the world seems to grind down to a halt as you await his next move.

Eddie doesn’t give you a lot of time to get ready however.

Seemingly tired of waiting himself, he simply plunges his cock into your wet heat and sets a frantic pace. You barely have enough time to draw a sufficient amount of air into your lungs, nevermind get used to this. If this was to be your ‘punishment’ for what happened earlier, you’d gladly do it again just to experience this once more.

All the teasing, which had been going on for far too long, had finally found an outlet. This was what the two of you had been building up to all this time. Something animalistic and raw, filled with a need that had taken root deep inside the both of you. His grip on your hips is so tight that his fingernails must be puncturing your skin by now. His hold is so tight that it’s ensuring that you can’t move, effectively turning you into nothing but his fucktoy.

His hips slam into your ass again and again, your skin connecting in wet slaps over and over. You let loose a slew of curse words, connecting them all into one continuous stream of gibberish. You feel his hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down into the mattress and you’re drooling on the fabric underneath you as he keeps pounding into you.

“Can’t believe you like this,” he barks. “Being fucked like you’re some animal.”

As he lets go of your head, you come back up to take in a huge gulp of air as Eddie keeps trying to fuck all the oxygen right out of you.

“Yesyesyesyesyes,” you whine. “Love it. Oh god. Fucking love it.”

“Oh yeah?” You find yourself wishing you could see his face, just to see what he looked like so you could store it away in your memory somewhere. “Such a whore.”

His fingers are back on your head again and you fully expect him to do the same as before. Only this time he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back as far as it can go instead. You sob as the burning embers in your core spark brighter, no longer drowning in pleasure, but scorched by ecstasy as the flames lick higher. You hear him swearing something about how you just got even tighter, but he sounds a million miles away.

All that you can focus on is the awkward angle that you’re being pulled into, the slight sensation of pain as he twists the strands of your hair and how his cock is practically trying to burst out of your lower abdomen. And fuck, do you love it.

The hand that had been gripping your hip slips down, pushed between your body and the mattress. He finally gives you what you had been craving before, his fingers rubbing that swollen button at the apex of your thighs until your body starts convulsing.

“Eddieeee-“ You keen out his name, higher and higher, stretching it out until your lungs are burning as hard as your insides. You take in a deep gulp of air and then blurt out, “Ohmyfuckinggod-“

You release another torrent of words, eventually trailing off into a series of gasps and moans as the coil in your belly snaps, the pleasure cresting and erupting into brilliant flashes of colors behind your eyelids. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your hands try to seek something that they can hold onto, hopelessly fighting against the bonds that they’ve been contained in and failing. All that you manage to do is claw at the bedding as your walls clamp down on him and milk him for all he’s worth.

“Shit. Holy fucking sh-“ Eddie’s words are cut short and he spills his seed inside you when your walls constrict on his quivering length. “Jesus fucking-“ There are a few more thrusts, slower as his balls empty themselves, and then he stills completely. “Fuck.”

His weight collapses on top of you and presses you deeper into the mattress. Neither of you move and you can feel his cock go soft inside you. When he finally seems to get some strength back into his muscles, he reaches a hand up to your wrists. He grabs at your bindings (blindly because his head hasn’t moved from where it was resting on your shoulder), undoes them with some difficulty, mumbles a quick “sorry” and rolls off of you.

You can feel his cum trickling out of you when he moves away.

“‘S okay,” you reply and you twist your head to the side so you can finally look at his face again. Lifting your hand, you bring it up to his jaw and gingerly brush your fingers up and down. “I wanna see your face next time.”

“You’re already thinking about next time?” His chest is rising and falling fast and he swallows hard. “Let me catch my breath first.”

“Not now!” You shove at his shoulder, but he won’t budge. “Jesus.”

“Eddie actually,” he laughs. It was a recurring joke that he still found funny. “But okay. I’ll make sure to hang over you next time so you’ll see nothing but my face.”

If you’d been able to, you would have loved to have served up some smartass remark. Maybe even something like another nudge at his shoulder coupled with some coy smile or something, more of that innocent girl shit that he seemed to love.

Instead your brain short circuits as soon as the words leave his mouth, because you’re imagining him doing just that, hanging over you as he fucks into you nice and slow. His face so unbelievably close that he’s all that you see and you’re unable to look away from him at all, because you want to see everything and then he…

The thought makes you giggle, all the blood rushing to your head in one go, and you press your face into your pillow so Eddie can’t see you acting like this.

You hear him chuckle next to you and then he says, “You’re cute, you know that?” You sneak a peek at his face and can see that he’s smiling brightly. “There aren’t a lot of girls who would respond in that way when the town freak says something like that.”

“Well, I happen to like the town freak,” you mumble. “So shoot me.”

“I know you do,” he replies. Eddie reaches down, tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his lips as he rummages around until he’s got his bandana in his hand. He sits up and uses the piece of cloth to gently wipe between your legs as he cleans you up. “I know you do,” he says again as he kisses your shoulder gently and lays back down next to you again. Holding out an arm to you, he taps his chest, urging you to move closer. “C’mere.”

You curl up against his side and his arm wraps around you, his hand lightly gripping your shoulder. Both of you lay in comfortable silence for a while, content just to be in each other’s company now that all the pent-up frustration had finally been released. There was no need to tease the other person into making a move anymore, it happened, it finally happened.

But you think that you might be unable to let go of it entirely, because you had to admit that you rather enjoyed winding him up and you’d like to think that he enjoyed it, too.

So an idea begins to form in the back of your head and you bite your lip as you try to think of how best to voice it.

You take a deep breath as you push yourself up. Eddie looks a bit surprised and curious, too, like he knows what's coming when you fold your arms on his chest and rest your chin on the back of your hands.

“You still have all those panties that you stole from me?”

“What kind of question is that?” he scoffs. “Got a whole box full of them under my bed.”

“I want them back.” The look on his face tells you all that you need to know, that the contingency of you ever seeing your underwear again was slim. You realized that you needed to change tack quickly. “Okay, something else then, a proposition of sorts.”

“What kind of proposition?” That definitely got his attention.

“How about you wash them-“ Eddie was ready to protest, but you shifted one of your hands so one finger was pressed to his lips, effectively shushing him until he bit back his reply. “As I was saying, you wash them, or I do, then you give them back to me, I wear them, do… I don’t know… whatever, and then you take them back again.”

“Whatever?” His interest is obviously piqued. “Expand on that.”

“Touch myself.” He releases a breath that you hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Imagine me doing that several times a day so that my scent gets into the fabric real good. So good that it doesn’t lose its scent in just a couple of days.” Eddie groans. Oh, he was definitely into this. “Maybe I’ll even let you help me out a couple of times. Maybe I’d let you touch me or you could lick my still covered pussy. You’d like that?”

“Baby, I love it. Who’d have thought I’d get myself a girl that’s as filthy as me? I’m one lucky guy.” He grabs your hand, which had slid down to his jaw, and kisses your fingers. “One thing though, if you’re going to keep teasing me like before, I won’t hold back, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply as you try and imagine how he’ll respond now. You have no doubt that it will be fun to find out exactly what he’ll do to you. “Looking forward to it.”

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