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romantique-dreams · 11 months

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Let’s Play

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous game of who can make the other break first.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi toxic relationship, exhibitionism kink, teasing, begging, praise, oral (m and f receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), choking, spanking, slapping, breeding kink, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 4.8K

(this was kinda rushed in the end, but i hope y’all enjoy!)

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You looked in the rear view mirror one last time before taking a breath and stepping out of your car.

Corroded Coffin was playing a show (if you could call a small crowd of local drunks and cougars a show), and while you were still mad over the stupid argument you had with Eddie earlier in the day, you still wanted to show up and support him.

You walked into the bar, a small group of patrons scattered around it. Your eyes scanned the bar looking for your boyfriend and of course, he was talking up some women with big tits. You knew exactly where tonight was headed just by looking at him. This is the game he really wanted to play? You were here to be nice, but seeing him talking to the bartenders had smoke blowing out your ears.

Eddie saw you by the front door and immediately pushed the girls aside, striding over to you. “I’m glad you came, sweetheart.” His smile was big and bright, but he had that mischievous look in his eyes.

“Oh, are you?” You pushed your sunglasses to rest on your head, your arms coming to cross against your chest.

You made sure to wear Eddie’s favorite outfits. It always left him drooling after you, staring at you like a starved man. Two can play this game, it was all about who would break first.

It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. You and Eddie always did this, fought, had mind blowing make up sex, and did it all over again. It was a never ending cycle. The two of you loved each other, were in love with each other, but that didn’t stop the fights you had.

You heard it before, from your friends and family, that you fought this way to keep each other close, to have that spark always lit. No matter how many fights or nights where you almost went to bed angry, the spark was always there, always fully lit between the two of you. The two of you just couldn’t resist each other

“You gonna do this,” he looked around the bar, showing how now wasn’t the time to bring any of this up, “now?”

Your eyes rolled at him being a tad bit over dramatic. He was acting all innocent, but that glint in his eyes told another story.

You placed a freshly manicured hand on Eddie’s hard chest, feeling his heartbeat under it. It sped up when you touched him, sending shockwaves throughout his body, and all the blood straight to his cock.

“I see that look, Eddie.” You stood up on your tippy toes, your lipstick stained lips pressed against his ear. “You wanna play just as much as I do.”

Eddie had to bite back a groan. Feeling you this close to him, touching him, always sent him into a daze. You had this hold over him, and he didn’t want you to let go.

He tried to compose himself, cleaning his throat. “Maybe I do,” he pulled your body flush against his, his arms snaking around your waist. “You better watch yourself tonight, sweetheart.”

You pulled away from him, slowly walking backwards to the bar. “It’s you who should watch yourself.” You winked at him, licking your lips. “I always win.”

Soon enough, Eddie and the band took the stage. They looked comfortable up there, and as they should. Corroded Coffin have been playing at The Hideout for years, always hoping for the day that some huge record label person would walk in and sign them.

The bass quickly slithered its way into your body, making your heart beat out of your chest. It felt like you were vibrating, but you loved it.

Many songs were played as Eddie kept flirting with the cougars by the stage. Getting on his knees in front of them, slowly licking his lips, practically humping the mic stand. He did all this knowing that you were watching, hoping the jealousy was bubbling up inside you.

You couldn’t deny the need you had for him as you watched him, though. He was sweaty, beads dripping from his hair to his forehead. The bulge in his tight fitted pants was big enough for you to see where you stood, and the winks he kept sending your way had you weak in the knees. He was making it hard to focus, to breathe.

You two had the other wrapped around your fingers.

The set ended and just as Eddie jumped down, you turned your back to him. You were putting on a front and flirting with the bartender that had been making your drinks. Batting your eyelashes, letting your fingers linger over his when he handed you your drink. You even let out a few giggles, tossing your head back. You made sure that you were being loud enough for Eddie to hear.

And Eddie definitely heard, he walked up to you and pressed his sweaty chest into your back. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, but you weren’t sure if it was from just playing his heart out or the sight of you flirting with some stupid bartender.

Eddie didn’t say anything to you as he stood behind you, he just grabbed your ass and walked away. He had something up his sleeve, you knew it.

You watched him go over to a girl who was leaning up against the wall, smoking. Even though you couldn’t hear what was being said, you know he was asking to bum a cigarette. Eddie was always losing his somewhere.

What took you by surprise was when the girl popped it into his mouth, slowly running her fingers down his neck and chest.

Your fists balled at your sides as your eyes shot daggers at them.

The girl leaned forward, her forehead almost touching Eddie’s. She was smiling in his face and you swear you heard her ask, “do you have one brand of cigarettes you love… or are you open to other options?” Her hand went lower, almost reaching the top of his belt.

You couldn’t take it any fucking longer.

She popped open her lighter and went to light the cigarette dangling from Eddie’s lips.

Seeing red, you pulled him away, straight to the bar's nasty bathroom. At this point, you didn’t care where the two of you fucked, you just wanted him.

Eddie lost it the second you pushed the door close, pulling your body closer to his, and grabbing you by the back of the neck. “Who’s the winner now?”

You rolled your eyes, already working on undoing his belt. “You’re joking right? She was almost kissing you!” Your voice was raised, sure to be heard over the music playing outside the bathroom.

Eddie chuckled darkly, his grip getting tighter on you. “How about we talk about all that giggling you were doing with the bartender?” He leaned down and caught you in a feverish kiss, his teeth biting down in your bottom lip, and making you gasp. “Fucking pathetic to see you throw yourself at him like that.”

“Oh, so drunk girls can throw themselves at you all the time but the second I talk to some cute guy you have to act like this?” Your hands dropped from his belt and came up to rest confidently on your hips.

“Cute?” Eddie cocks his head to the side, his teeth gritting, and his jaw clenched. “You wanna find another choice of words?”

“No, I don't.”

“You’re really digging yourself a hole?” He walks you backwards, pinning you between him and the wall, your back hitting the tiled, cold wall with a slight thud. “Are you really sure you want to go down this route?”

Deciding to push Eddie’s limits further, you shrugged. “What are you gonna do?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he ripped your shirt right down the middle, the ripping off the fabric echoing in your eyes. “I’m gonna make sure you know that you can’t have anyone but me.”

He took you by surprise, the cold air surrounding your body and making your nipples immediately harden.

Eddie looked up at you. His big, brown eyes are filled not with innocence, but lust, jealousy, and need.

You couldn’t deny how wet you were at this moment. Your thighs were sticky as you clenched them together, and your skin felt hot. All you wanted was Eddie, all you needed was him.

“Please…” Eddie knew what you wanted by your tone of voice, but he was going to make you work for it.

“On your knees, pretty girl.” He undid his belt quickly, letting it clank as he pulled down his jeans and boxers just under his ass.

His cock was already hard, leaking with precum, and his balls heavy with the need to be drained.

Slowly, you dropped to your knees, your eyes still looking up at him. His cock right in front of your face, just waiting for you to put that mouth to good use.

“Open,” you quickly obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

Eddie grabbed the base of his cock and slapped the leaky tip against your tongue. The salty precum flooded your tastebuds and you closed your eyes to try and savor the flavor longer.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue licking over the slit before taking more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck- it’s always so easy to shut you up like this.” Eddie’s hand rested on the back of your neck, holding your head still so he could fuck his cock into your throat. “Just fucking take it.”

You gagged and your eyes started to tear up, but that didn’t stop you from opening your mouth more.

Eddie’s balls slapped wetly with each thrust of his hips against your chin, drool dripping down it. You were sure your throat was going to be raw after him fucking your face, but it was all worth it. “Doing such a good job for me, baby.”

You tried to speak, tried to thank him but your voice came out muffled. His cock was stuffed fully in your mouth.

“Shhh, don’t try to talk.” Eddie ran a thumb over your cheek soothingly, wiping your tears away before gently slapping you. “Just let me fuck your pretty face.”

His hips thrusted, the tip of his cock nudging at your throat. Your lungs burned from lack of air, but you could stay on your knees for him forever.

Your nose was pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of Eddie’s cock, his balls wetly pressed against your chin. His cock throbbed in your mouth and against your tongue. You swallowed around his cock, gagging each time it hit the back of your throat.

Eddie wrapped a hand around your throat, feeling his cock bulge in it. He couldn’t help but groan, knowing you took all his cock in your mouth like the good girl you are.

“God damn it,” he pulled you away, your spit webbing between your lips and his cock.

He didn’t stop there. Instead, he pulled your head closer to his balls, dragging them across your waiting lips. His cock was pressed against your face, precum smearing across your forehead.

You did want you know he wanted, you opened your mouth and sucked the heavy sack in. Your tongue rolled against the velvety skin, your teeth nibbling here and there.

“S-shit,” Eddie’s blunt nails dug into your skin, creating crescent moon shapes in their wake.

You kept sucking, pulling on them. Having them in your mouth was enough to have your hips rolling against the air, looking for any type of friction against your clit. He knew what a slut you were for his balls.

“Yeah? You like having my balls in your mouth?” He smirked down at you as you tried to nod your head with your mouth full of him.

You grabbed his cock and moved your hand up and down in a twisting motion. More precum bubbled out of the slit and over your knuckles. Your spit and all the precum made it easy for your hand to move in swift motions.

While moving your hand up and down, squeezing at the tip, you gargled around his balls. Each lick and nibble making Eddie shake with pleasure.

“Shit-shit,” Eddie’s stomach muscles tightened and he was close to cumming.

You could feel his cock twitch and throb in your hand, the precum dripping continuously down your knuckles.

As much as Eddie wanted to cum on your face right now, he couldn’t couldn’t let that happen yet. He had to cum in your pussy tonight. He wanted to fill you up until he had nothing left to give, breed you nice and full.

Eddie pulled his balls from your mouth and looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, looking perfect, had him in awe.

Your lipstick was smeared across your chin, eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks with tears. You looked pretty like this. A pretty mess that he had made.

Eddie helped you stand up, and turned you around. His chest was pressed up against your back as his hands roamed over your body. “Let’s get you out of this pants.”

His fingers made quick work, unbuttoning your jeans, and sliding his cold fingers inside your panties. “Who’s got you all wet? I know it isn’t that bartender.”

“Y-you.” Your voice was quiet and shaky, his fingers barely brushing against your clit.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you?” Oh, he heard you alright, he just wanted to hear you say it again. Eddie always wanted to hear how he was the only one who could get you soaked. No one else held such power over you.

“You, Eddie.” You wiggled your hips, his fingers pinching at your clit. “I’m wet for you.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Just as quickly as he slid his fingers into your panties, he slid them back out.

Eddie helped you shimmy down your jeans and panties off in one go, pooling around your ankles before you stepped out of them.

His rough hands grabbed at your supple skin. Digging into the flesh of your ass, feeling your body mold into his hands. He had you just where he wanted you.

“I don’t know whether to tease you,” he trailed a blunt fingernail up your back, goosebumps forming over your hot skin. “Or give you so many orgasms that you’re crying by the time I’m done with you.”

You shook your head rapidly, breath hitching each time he touched you. “Please don’t tease me, I can’t handle it.”

Eddie chuckled darkly in your ear, his teeth grazing against your earlobe. Every part of your body felt hot, the need for him almost becoming too much. “You think you have a say in this? You don’t, sweetheart. Remember, I won.”

“I make the rules,” his hand came down with a hard spank! across your ass cheek, causing you to let out a high pitched, breathy moan. The crack of his hand against your ass was loud enough to echo against the dirty walls. “You just sit there, look pretty, and take what I give you.”

Spank! Spank! Spank! His hand came down hard against your ass, over and over again. Your head was reeling, and you knew Eddie was enjoying it by all the chuckling he was doing.

The stings of the initial spanks and Eddie's rings made you hiss in pain and pleasure. If you weren’t wet before, you’re certainly dripping now.

Eddie walked you until your stomach was pressed against the sink, trapping you in. Both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing you.

God, you had the most perfect cunt. It was the prettiest color he had ever seen, was always so fucking wet, and it fit his cock perfectly. Each part of you, no matter the part, was made for him.

He groaned from behind you, licking his lips. “You’re fucking dripping.” His finger ran up the back of your thigh until it ghosted over your cunt, collecting some of your slick.

You gripped the edge of the sink, trying to compose yourself.

Eddie’s dark eyes looked at you through the mirror, smirking at you. He popped a finger in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making sure it was nice and clean. “God, I can’t get enough of how you taste.”

Behind you, he got down on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower back, bending you over the sink.

You let out a shocked moan the second you felt Eddie lick up from your sopping wet cunt all the way up to your puckered, pink hole. If this sink wasn’t made out of porcelain, it might have been broken with the tight grip you had on it.

“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head just as Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your clit. “Yes- Eddie!”

You reached a hand around and held into the back of his head, grinding your hips back against his exploring tongue.

“Mmm, mhm.” He couldn’t say much, but Eddie was showing just how much he loved the taste of you. Letting his tongue dip into your cunt for a moment before licking up towards your ass, getting it all nice and wet with his spit.

Eddie was slurping, licking, and sucking. He was doing everything he could with his skilled mouth and tongue to pull those pretty, pornographic moans that he loved so much coming from you.

Each moan sounded like an angel singing in his ears to him. If he could have your moans on repeat forever, he would.

The hand you had in Eddie’s hair pulled at his curls, his own moans sending vibrations through your body. “So good, Eddie, so fucking good!”

It was hard to keep your balance and not fall straight to your knees. The pleasure was growing and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, making your toes curl in your shoes.

Eddie knew you were close too, and he wanted to feel you cum all over his face. He pulled your pussy lips apart and suckled your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head side to side, letting his teeth barely graze it.

Your clit throbbed in his mouth as your orgasm kept building and building until you finally let go.

“I-I’m cumming!” You were afraid that Eddie would stop, edge you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But he let you cum, kept sucking at your clit like his life depended on it, making obscene slurping noises.

You squeezed your eyes shut and slammed your hand on the sink as your orgasm ripped through your body. It was taking its time running through you, letting you feel every bit of pleasure it had to give. “Fuck, fuck!”

It’s safe to say that no one could eat pussy like Eddie. He was a god at it. You knew it, he knew it, and so did all those girls that could hear you screaming in the bar.

Eddie pulled away just as you finished cumming, standing back up, and looking at you through the mirror. His lips were swollen, covered in the mess you had made on him, practically dripping in your cum. “You wanna taste?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, just grabbed you, and forced your head to turn. His lips felt sticky, hot, and wet. His tongue danced around yours, both of you moaning into the kiss. You both lingered in the kiss for a moment, melting into each other.

You pulled away, letting nothing but strings of salvia connect the two of you together. “Jesus Christ, Eddie.” Your breath was still labored from before, never fully catching it.

“I’m just getting started,” he grabbed the back of your thighs and sat you on the surprisingly sturdy sink. Your legs dangled above the floor and your ass barely hung off the sink.

“You look so pretty all fucked out.” Eddie didn’t let you argue with him, shoving two of his thick fingers in your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down them, letting your tongue lick between them. Eddie and you held eye contact the whole time his fingers were in your mouth, you getting them all nice and wet.

He kicked your legs apart and took his spit wet fingers from your mouth.

“Eddie,” you bucked your hips into the air, already needing something touching you again.

“Hmm?” He trailed his fingers up your thigh, licking his lips. “You want something?”

“You know I do.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand closer to your cunt. “Don’t do this to me, please.”

“Look at you begging,” two fingers slowly slid into your cunt, your mouth falling agape. “What? nothing to say now?”

Eddie held his fingers still, watching as you became greedy and fucked yourself against them. Your hips lifted off the sink a little each time you bucked your hips, trying to get Eddie to fuck you with his fingers.

“Fucking move.”

He grabbed you by the throat, squeezing it, and cutting off a small amount of your air supply. “Ask nicely and I’ll think about it.”

Your chest heaved as you tried to take in deep breaths, your heart starting to beat rapidly. “Shit- Eddie… please fuck me with your fingers, I need it.”

Eddie smirked at you, resting his forehead against yours. “C’mon, that was nothing. I know you can do a lot better than that.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, please! You’re the only one who knows what I love, how to make me cum.” Your eyes welled, tears threatening to spill over. One orgasm wasn’t enough, your body craved more.

He curled his fingers inside your cunt, pumping them in and out. His eyes never left yours, watching as they filled with pleasure. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

“Y-yes,” your breath came out hitched as his thumb started to toy with your clit. “I’m your good girl.”

“Yeah?” His fingers fucked you harder, your body shaking each time he fucked them into you. “Just my good girl, right?”

“Yes! Just- holy fucking shit!”

Eddie caught you off guard, wrapping his lips around one of your swollen nipples. He pulled at it with his teeth before moving to the other way, doing the exact same thing. He hummed against your skin.

Your head fell back against the mirror as your cunt squelched around his fingers, gushing as his fingers grazed against your g-spot. Your head spun as you let out silent screams, your body shaking the more you came.

The breath felt like it was punched from your lungs, your throat raw. You didn’t want this feeling to ever stop. You felt purely euphoric, everything tingled in the most perfect way.

“Holy fuck, baby.” Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away you, his fingers still fucking into you harder and harder. He was in complete awe at the way you squirted from his fingers. “Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of you, watching the way they were dripping in your cum. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie helped you off the sink, holding you steady as your legs wobbled. “You get to cum on my cock this time.”

You bent over the sink, pushing your ass out, and wiggling it in the air. As sensitive as you were, you craved his cock. “God, please. I need it.”

Eddie slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, letting them pool. “I can see how badly you do, sweetheart.” He rubbed the throbbing top of his cock around your clit, slapping it a few times. “Want me to fill you up nice and full of my cum? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you turned your head to the side, making eye contact with him. “Please fill me up.”

He barely let you finish talking before he slid his cock inside your soaked cunt, balls pressing right against your clit. Your body fell forward against the sink, your hand resting against the mirror. You were so full of cock that you couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“I- Eddie- oh my,” your brain was shut off and the only thing it could focus on was the throbbing of Eddie’s cock stuffed tightly in your cunt.

“God dammit, baby,” Eddie pressed his body over yours, engulfing you in him. He dropped his head against your shoulder blade, his breath coming out in short pants. “Your cunt was made for my cock.”

You reached behind you, digging your nails into whatever part of him you could grab. “You feel so fucking good!”

Eddie chuckled, “bet that bartender, or anyone else, couldn’t fuck tou like this huh? He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing until you opened your mouth to catch your breath. “No, no… only I can fuck you this good.”

Your lungs burned for hair, but Eddie kept adding pressure. He smirked each time he squeezed your throat, making you whine.

“O-only you can!” His cock felt so good, sliding in and out of you, making you gasp and writhe against him.

Eddie pulled all the way out, leaving just the top of his cock inside you. You tried to grind your hips against him, but he let go of your throat to hold your hips still, keeping you in place.

“Say you’re mine,” his fingers on one hand dug into your flesh while the other cupped your jaw, forcing you to look into the mirror. “Fucking say it.”

You were a wreck, but you’ve never looked better.

“I-I’m yours!” Eddie slammed back into you, his hips slamming into yours at a bruising pace. “I’m all fucking yours!”

“That’s right,” Eddie could feel you getting closer, your cunt tightening around his cock. “You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?”

“Please, please, please.”

He wrapped a hand around your body, finding your clit, and rubbing fast, harsh circles. Your body collapsed against the sink as your toes curled and thighs shook. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, fully letting go and cumming around Eddie’s cock.

You saw stars as you squeezed your eyes shut and screamed Eddie’s name at the top of your lungs.

“Yes, Eddie, yes!” You tried to stop shaking, to calm down but you couldn’t, not when Eddie didn’t stop fucking you.

“Give me one more, I know you can.” He grabbed your shoulder and pressed his chest against your back. “Can you do it? You gonna cum with me?”

You weakly nodded your head, letting Eddie do whatever he wanted to you.

He was close, his hips stuttering as he kept fucking you. His fingers never left your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, making you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.

“My pretty fucking girl,” Eddie gritted his teeth. “Gonna fill you up and let my cum drip down your thighs so everyone can see.”

You focused on him in the mirror. His eyes were shut, mouth opened as he groaned, and his chest flushed a bright red. “Do it, please fucking do it!”

Eddie’s hips stilled as the both of you finally came together, your cum dripping down his cock as he kept his promise, pumping you full of his cum.

“T-take it all,” Eddie opened his eyes and looked between your bodies where he could see his cock twitch, cumming inside you. “Just like that, baby.”

Deep pants quickly filled up the now quiet bathroom, neither of you able to find your voice after cumming. The two of you stayed in the same position for awhile, savoring in the blissful moment of a jealous fuck.

It wasn’t until someone was banging on the bathroom door that Eddie finally pulled out of you, both of you wincing from the sensation.

You still had a tight grip on the sink, not trusting your wobbly legs to hold you up. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Behind you, Eddie was pulling up his pants, a smirk plastered on his face. “What can I say? I always know how to make you feel good.”

You quickly flipped him off before finally getting dressed yourself. Your panties were nowhere to be found, but you just shrugged it off, someone would find them later. Only then did you remember that your shirt was ripped down the middle. “I need your shirt.”

“Why?”

“Unless you want everyone to see my tits-“

Eddie tossed you his shirt, his jaw clenched just from the thought of someone seeing you in such an intimate way. “Put it on.”

You opened the bathroom door after getting dressed, noticing all the people staring at you. “Do you think they heard?”

Eddie found your panties under the sink, shoving them in his back pocket, making sure it was noticeable that he had them. “With the way you scream for my cock? They definitely heard.”

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romantique-dreams · 11 months

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GOOD LORD IM SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP

i need a eddie munson fic where reader is pretty bold. I had a dream where i texted him "i wanna blow you" and he just responded "hot." i need this so bad 😭

Hmmm. *cracks knuckles* Alright, allow me to extrapolate a bit here... Idk why Eddie is a mechanic, it just felt right. I believe he would find this ridiculously hot and would lose his silly little mind if his girl got all confident and cocky about giving him the schlurpy durp.

Hot Rod

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You send Eddie some dirty texts, he takes full advantage of your sudden boldness.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Sexting. Oral sex (it's sloppy toppy, guys!). Slight degradation. Face-fucking. Cum swallowing.

He heard the ping of his phone between the high-pitched whirs of Wayne’s pneumatic drill, though he’d ignored it on account of the grimy layer of black grease coating his fingers. Another ping and then a third let him know who it was texting him.

A sudden sense of urgency had him ducking out from under the hood of the latest vintage car his uncle had him helping to rebuild so he could reach for the rag on the workbench to clean his hands just enough to check his messages. The sight of your nickname splashed across the screen had prompted a small smile, but the content of your messages had his jaw falling slack.

“Eddieee…”

“I wanna blow you.”

Short. Sweet. Straight to the point. Eddie had licked his lips, fighting back a groan as he re-read the texts.

“Miss the way you feel in my mouth…wish I could taste you right now.”

The bold statement had caught Eddie off guard. While you’re far from a prude, it wasn’t usual for you to so blatantly express your desires. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but he knew a simple text wouldn’t suffice; he needs to give you precisely what you’ve asked for. Still, he couldn’t leave you hanging so he tapped out a lackluster response, knowing he’d make up for it shortly.

“Hot.”

Eddie has stopped giving a shit about his greasy fingers as he dragged a hand through his hair and tried to come up with an excuse to give Wayne so he could get home to you. Sure, he felt a little guilty about flaking on his uncle, but the constriction in his pants won out over the one tightened his chest.

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie called hesitantly.

His uncle popped up from his stooped position near the rear wheel of the cherry red Coupe, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I’m pretty beat,” Eddie lied easily. “Think I’m gonna call it a day, man.”

Wayne nodded as he stood, tossing a rusted bolt into a coffee can already half-full of discarded hardware. He wiped his hands on the stained material of his navy jumpsuit, wondering why his nephew had suddenly decided to pack it up for the night as he checked the dirty face of his watch.

“Alright, kid. I’ll probably be outta here pretty soon, too.”

Relieved that Wayne hadn’t questioned him, Eddie returned his tools to the rack and cleaned up his workspace so as to avoid any reprimanding from his uncle. His phone chirped again and he snuck a quick peek as inconspicuously as possible. He wished he hadn’t.

“Come home and fuck my throat.”

“Jesus goddamn Christ,” Eddie muttered, nearly dropping the device.

Wayne eyed him wordlessly, studying his shaggy-haired nephew as he fumbled with his cellphone and shoved it in his pocket for the second time in the last few minutes. He suspected the jingling electronic had something to do with Eddie’s sudden desire to leave, though he said nothing.

“See you tomorrow, Ed,” Wayne grumbled. “Tell your girl I said hello.”

Eddie’s steps faltered, unsure if his uncle’s words were intentional or if he’s just paranoid. Wayne noticed the hesitation but pretended he didn’t, instead burying his head in the engine of his car to hide his sly smirk.

And that’s how Eddie ended up racing home to you and making it there in record time.

Though he knew you’d kill him for it, he texted you on the drive; punching the keys haphazardly — volleying his eyes between the road and the screen — to let you know he was on his way. He has every intention of testing to see whether you have the balls to back up what you’ve said and he knows you know that even without him saying so. Still, you pretended not to see his text. You feign ignorance as his booted feet come clamoring through the door.

“Baby?” Eddie calls, his voice nearly as tight as his pants had been the entire ride here.

He rounds the corner and spots you. You’re lounging on the sofa and watching something mindless on the television. You look so pretty dressed in nothing but his tattered Tom Petty tee, your bare legs stretched out and your ankles propped up on the arm of the couch. He’d love to bound across the room and ravish you right there on the worn green cushions, but he’d much rather have you make good on the declarations you had made so confidently.

“Oh, you’re home,” you note with a smile, though your expression immediately darkens as you swing your body off the couch and begin to advance on him. “Finally.”

Eddie doesn’t even have a chance to say hello before you’re falling to your knees in front of him. His mouth drops open in disbelief and his arms raise at his sides; he’s not quite sure what else to do with them as your fingers deftly undo his belt and wrench his zipper down. You shove impatiently at his grease and oil-stained pants, shifting them just enough to get to what you want. There’s something so hot about the fact that you seem unphased that Eddie has come straight from work and hasn’t had a shower yet; his dick stiffens in agreement.

The warmth of your hand surrounds his half-hard erection as you reach under the waistband of his underwear and Eddie groans in bliss. Your texts already have him so torqued up, he fears he won’t last very long. If the jolts of electricity shooting through his body at the mere caress of your fingers are anything to go by, he’ll be lucky if his dick even makes it to your mouth.

“Been wanting this all day,” you purr as your little fist pumps Eddie’s length, coaxing him to harden further.

His legs waver when he sees how hungrily you stare at his dick in your hand, your desperation written all over your face. Your wide, wet eyes peering up at him makes his cock throb in your hand and you lick your lips. He barely hears what you say when you mutter something about needing to taste him because your comment is lost among the sound of his broken moan as your lips surround his sensitive tip.

“Oh shit,” Eddie whispers, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “That’s so…s’good.”

You suckle his swollen head, intermittently flicking your tongue across the weeping slit until Eddie’s knees nearly buckle. When you lean in to drag your soft lips further down his length, Eddie comes dangerously close to exploding. A muffled moan escapes you as you taste the heady flavor of Eddie’s skin mingling with his sweat. He sucks in air between his teeth, finally looking down at you again and delving his hands into your hair to guide your movements.

As much as you love when he takes control, you want to make Eddie feel good; specifically, you want him to relax and let you take care of him. Rather than heeding the pressure of his hands, you plunge your head forward and swallow as much of his cock as you comfortably can.

Your throat constricts and your eyes begin to prickle with tears; the metal teeth of Eddie’s zipper drag along your chin when you widen your jaw to accommodate the size of him. Gently rocking your head side to side, you manage the last inch before Eddie is pulling away from you. He stops when your mouth is midway down his shaft; taking in the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him, his girth stretching your lips wide.

With your best puppy dog eyes and a dissatisfied whine, you silently plead with Eddie to allow you to proceed. You need to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue, need to bury your nose in the thatch of curls at his base until you’re gagging around him. You want it so badly.

Eddie shudders when you swirl your tongue against the thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock. Saliva gathers in the corners of your mouth as Eddie sits hot and hard between your parted lips, the slickness beginning to trickle down your chin. Something in Eddie’s gaze shifts in a way that both frightens and thrills you.

“You really want my cock that bad, huh?” he taunts, a hand circling under your jaw to force you to meet his eyes.

You nod your head carefully, your lips sliding against his turgid flesh with the movement. Eddie grunts in response as his thumb brushes along the corner of your mouth to gather some of the spit that leaks out.

“Why don’t you let me fuck your pretty little mouth then?” he adds. “Just like you said earlier. Bet you didn’t think I’d follow through.”

Eddie’s words are stern but teasing, challenging you to prove that you aren’t all talk. He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead shoves his pants and underwear lower, baring his cock and balls and the length of his pale thighs to you. He shifts his feet and brings his other hand to your face, each of his thumbs hooking in either side of your mouth as he pulls out.

“Look at me,” he commands, waiting until you obey before he continues. “Stick your tongue out.”

The wet flesh brushes against Eddie’s cock when you do, the heaviness of the appendage making your thighs clench. Eddie shoves his digits further into your mouth, tucking them between your teeth so you couldn’t close your mouth even if you wanted to. Saliva dribbles from your gaping mouth and he pushes the solid head of his cock through the moisture before shoving the stiff member back between your lips.

“You look like such a pretty little slut. Keep your eyes on me and breathe through your nose,” is all the warning Eddie growls before he thrusts his hips forward.

The first press of his hard cockhead against the back of your throat is alarming and you flinch and cough, but Eddie doesn’t relent. He thrusts with steady and smooth strokes, his hefty cock dragging over your tongue and bumping the sensitive spot that makes you gag until tears spill from your eyes. You gag and splutter and each noise only spurs him on, the pathetic sounds earning a grunt of pleasure with each slip and slide of Eddie’s slick cock.

“Stay just like that,” he snarls behind gritted teeth, making the demand as if you have any choice but to remain in his steadfast hold as he fucks your throat. “Be a good girl and let me use you.”

Just as expected, Eddie can feel his balls tightening with his impending orgasm. Adjusting your position, you brace yourself against Eddie’s forceful thrusts; cupping your hands around the backs of his bare thighs and hugging your body close to his so he can continue to fuck your face with ease.

You’re a mess of tears and drool and damn if he doesn’t wish he could stay here forever. Saliva falls in steady globs on your chest, soaking your shirt. The wet sound of his cock sliding through the abundant moisture is going to be ingrained in Eddie’s head for a long, long time. Not to mention the way you whimper as you struggle to take him.

A buzzing in his ears signals the nearness of his release and Eddie holds his breath as he buries every inch of his pulsing cock in your mouth. The swollen head slips just past the tightness of your esophagus and when the muscles squeeze him, Eddie loses it.

He begrudgingly pulls back, only for the satisfaction of coating your tongue with the creamy spurts. You sniffle and whine when the warm drops hit your taste buds and fill your mouth. Though you do your best to keep it all contained, Eddie just keeps cumming and the abundant seed overflows and begins to ooze over your lower lip and down your chin.

“Fuck,” Eddie sighs, fisting his cock and giving it a final shake to dispel the few drops that still seep from the tip.

Not bothering to fix his disheveled clothes, Eddie crouches in front of you. He studies your soaked face and your full mouth, his cock twitching slightly at the debauched sight you make.

“Show me,” he whispers hotly.

You widen your jaw and stick your tongue out, careful not to let a single drop of Eddie’s cum escape. He inhales deeply, satisfied with your obedience and telling you to swallow it all. A shiver courses through you at the heated tone of Eddie’s voice, but you do as he asks. Your tongue peeks out to sweep any remaining spend from your lips, though Eddie beats you to it.

His large hand cups the back of your head, pulling you in so he can capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The sweet taste of you mingles with his own saltiness and Eddie moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours until you’re breathless.

“What the hell got into you?” Eddie pants with amusement as he observes you with adoration and surprise.

#fic rec

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the duffer bros may have created eddie munson, but fanfic writers made him

happy one year of blessed eddie munson content my loves

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feel good?

word count: 467 (LOOK IM LEARNING BREVITY)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, literally porn but kinda fluffy, a WHISPER of dumbification, sorta degradation??, afab reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

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it was late at night, the moon was out in full, pale light filtering the room in soft white and blue, over you and eddie lying together in his bed. wearing nothing but a pair of white panties and a tank top, your body exposed in the low light of the room. eddie's hand ran up the curve of your stomach, exploring you with a gentle, lingering caress.  you felt your breath catch in your throat as eddie pressed a light kiss to your neck and slowly began to move his hands lower, guitar calloused skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. his fingers ran along the edges of your panties, tracing the shape of you in a way that sent shivers down your spine. slowly, his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric and you melted into his touch.  eddie's fingers stretched out, exploring every inch of your core as you moved with him, your moans of pleasure making the room seem more alive. eddie began to move faster, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your moans grew louder.  'does that feel good, baby?,' he asked, his voice low and husky.  you smiled and nodded your head dumbly, eyes tightly shut, and mind fuzzing over as you felt your pleasure rising to new heights. eddie chuckled, his hands teasing and tormenting you until your moans threatened to shake the walls.  eddie adjusted himself next to you, his hand still firmly in place between your legs, face now hovering inches from yours.  ‘oh, baby, it feels so good,' eddie said, his voice full of mocking pleasure, eyebrows scrunched up, mouth hung open - expression a mimicry of yours.

 'oh, fuck...' you groaned, your voice trembling with pleasure. cheeks blushing brightly as your pussy clenched, pleasure twisting deeply in your stomach at eddie’s mockery of you.

 eddie let out a low chuckle, ‘oh, sweetheart, you like that? you like when i make fun of you? my pathetic little princess’ he cooed. your fingers dug into the sheets, back arching as your pleasure reached its apex. eddie moved his hands lower, pressing deeper and rubbing you in just the right places until it was almost too much to take.  your breathing became shallow and eddie smiled in the dark knowing he had pushed you to the brink of ecstasy, moonlight casting a ghostly halo around him. with one final caress, eddie sent you soaring over the edge, your moans probably echoing in through forest hills. you lay there in a daze, body trembling.  'that was incredible, baby,' eddie said, lightly brushing his thumb across your stomach. you smiled and nodded, eyes still closed, savoring every last ounce of pleasure. eddie smiled back, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before you both drifted off to sleep.

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Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people:

(thank u for tagging me i love feeling included <3)

1. antarctica/ $uicideboy$

2. the adults are talking / the strokes

3. grapejuice / harry styles

4. six lines, two dragons, and a messiah / $uicideboy$

5. maple syrup / the backseat lovers

6. you’ve seen the butcher / deftones

7. bleed the freak / Alice In Chains

8. figure you out / djo

9. the ghost of you / my chemical romance

10. materialism as a means to an end / $uicideboy$

no pressure tags: @indouloureux @ehteamunson @uglypastels @chosovixen @queenimmadolla @insertcoolnameherethanks

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romantique-dreams · 1 year

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OH MY LORD.

nsft 18+

bff!reader sleeps over eddie's all the time. they've been close friends for years, so comfortable together that of course she sleeps in his bed when she stays over. eddie's always been respectful, not pushing any boundaries or making her feel uncomfortable even though he's secretly got a massive crush on her.

he's also got a massive hard on this morning. he's still asleep, but she notices. cause he's on his stomach, whimpering and grinding into the mattress.

she wakes up to the bed lightly shaking, eddie's not the most peaceful sleeper so she's used to it. but instead of his usual flailing limbs, it's his hips grinding hard like he's a fucking dog in heat.

she gasps, not sure what she should do, if she should wake him or not. so she lays there, her panties growing damp as she watches. listening to his whines and moans.

it's muffled a bit from the pillow but she swears she hears her name. but she can't, they aren't, he doesn't-

but clearly he does.

"pussy's so sweet," he whines your name again and you find your hand dipping below the band of your shorts. it's wrong, so wrong. but you can't help it. your fingers find your clit as eddie's curl into the sheets.

"fuck you full'a cum, baby," eddie huffs into the pillow. your moan is too loud, so is your pussy with how wet you are but who fucking cares. your staring at his closed eyes begging them to open, to see you, so he can finally climb on top and continue his frantic rutting inside you

your breasts giggle near his face as your hand speeds up in time with his thrusts. please, eddie, please wake up.

but it's too late, his hips stutter against the mattress and he groans long and loud as he cums in his boxers. you go over at the same time, watching his release is too much, too good to hold anything back.

he wakes a second later, groggy and groaning as he rolls away from the wet spot he just made. his eyes flutter open, the first thing he sees is you, sweaty and gasping for air with you hand still down your fucking shorts.

"wha happun?"

you pull your hand free and show him your sticky wet fingers. eddie's eyes bug out of his head and he almost leans forward to take them into his open mouth.

"you were saying my name. does that happen a lot?"

eddie looks down at his cum soaked dick and blushes furiously.

"it hasn't in a while."

"it was hot."

"yeah?"

eddie looks up and chokes seeing you suck your fingers clean.

"next time, will you fuck me like that instead of the mattress?"

#fic rec

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romantique-dreams · 1 year

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hi i promise im alive im just going thru the ringer right now hehehe. im about to be a little vulnerable with you so bear with me.

i just recently restarted my antidepressants and have now developed really unhealthy thoughts about myself, and my eating habits etc. im finally trying to take care of myself though and get to all of the appointments i need to do so. i have been very manic lately and have been having episodes where i have so much energy i could explode, when other times i feel like just melting away into my bed and becoming a puddle of nothing. it’s been really tough lately, and i feel so so guilty about not writing because i do truly love putting my thoughts and ideas down into stories and fanfics, but it’s so hard when i have absolutely no motivation to even take care of myself.

i promise im going to continue writing soon, even tho the fandom might’ve died or ppl probably have unfollowed, but i will be back! i miss u all so dearly. it’s such a rewarding feeling when people find joy in my works and have ideas they’d like me to excite, it makes me feel so useful and appreciated lol. i will be back soon. i love u all <333 (for those of you who read this lol)

here is a picture of @ehteamunson ‘s chinchilla whom i miss dearly and cannot wait for the day until i see her again

#grace speaks #im being so vulnerable rn i might die #im so sorry if this is gross and you don’t want to hear about it but I feel like I need to explain myself #pls don’t leave me #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson

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romantique-dreams · 1 year

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happy 4/20 to them

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romantique-dreams · 1 year

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you wait till tomorrow to eat that candy, to put on that new sweater, to start that notebook, to use your best cologne, to read that book.

and suddenly the candy is five years out of date, the sweater is no longer matching who you are and how you wanna be perceived, the notebook has now yellow paper, the cologne lost the scent and only smell like alcohol and you already had enough spoilers about that book.

yet the tomorrow never came, the perfect day never happened. the sky isn’t getting any brighter, and then you realize a sunrise wont change your life.

- athena (myself).

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romantique-dreams · 1 year

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as long as you need

bestfriend!eddie x female!reader

summary: your hang out with eddie takes a different turn when you confess something big to him. your ex wouldn’t make you cum because he thought you took too long to finish. eddie's reaction of shock and disbelief is the last thing you were expecting. you feel embarrassed for a moment but lucky for you, eddie has a lot of patience and a hidden desire to take care of you.

word count: 7.4k

warnings: smut (18+ only), shy!reader, mentions of anxiety, mentions of insecurities, more realistic smut, reader takes a long time to cum/needs more time to orgasm, nipple play, clit rubbing, reader scratching eddie’s back, unprotected sex (pull out method), friends to lovers (implied at the end)

authors note: hello again! this piece was not only the winner of the poll i did a bit ago but something i’ve been wanting to write for a long time. fan fiction can be great but i think it’s important we focus on the not so fun moments that sex can have. the main focus here is on how it can take some women a long time to finish and not all of us can cum from penetration alone. it highlights the raw moments that can happen during sex and the feelings and thoughts that may go through one’s head during it! this piece is very personal to me and something i am extremely proud of and i hope you can all enjoy. a special thank you to @mysticmunson and @moonmistt for as always listening to me talk about this not stop as well as reading it over for me. i appreciate you both more than you know

Eddie was having a day today.

You noticed it when you first arrived at his trailer. You had already knocked on the door twice, making sure the second round of knocking was louder than the first.

You thought about just leaving. Thinking he must’ve forgotten the two of you agreed to hang out. You swallowed thickly, the cool breeze outside easing the heat that rose to the surface of your skin. It hurt to think that he might have forgotten about you, but you weren’t going to make a big deal of it. You would leave and pretend it never even happened.

Caught in your deep back and forth about what you should do, you didn’t hear the door open.

A dishevelled Eddie stood before you. His hair was messier than usual, the loose curls were covered in frizz, flyways surrounding his head. His pale cheeks looked as if the cold had bit at them for too long, the redness on them stretching up to his forehead.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Were you waiting long?” He muttered, opening the door for you. “The door was open, you didn’t have to wait for me.”

You stepped inside the warm space, feeling better now that you weren’t so cold. You couldn’t help but notice the place was a mess. Eddie made sure to clean before you came over, something you noticed over time. You wondered if this is what it looked like on a normal day.

“I’m not gonna barge into your house, Eddie. That’s rude.” You tell him honestly. The idea of that alone is enough to make a knot form in your stomach.

“Right.” He clicks his tongue, closing the door behind you both. “Here I was thinking we were friends.” His sarcasm doesn’t affect you how it used to. It used to make you dizzy, now it just makes you roll your eyes.

He walks around you, taking your tote bag from your fingers.

“Also.” He tilts his head at you, eyes squinting. “This is barely a house. And something tells me that you, sweet girl.” He looks you up and down, a fond smile forming on his face. “Couldn’t be rude if you tried.” He whispered the last part confidently, as if he were reading words from a page.

Your face burned at his words, nostrils flaring as a harsh breath left them. Eddie had a habit of giving you butterflies and you could never tell if it was accidental or something he did on purpose.

You followed him slowly, second guessing each step you took.

“I’m rude to Steve sometimes.” You remark, taking your jacket off.

“Steve probably deserves it.” He places your bag on his bed. “Actually…He totally deserves it.”

“Are you rude to him?” You ask, wondering if Steve is a smart-ass to everyone or if it’s just you.

“I’m rude to everyone, babe. Especially Steve” Eddie falls onto his bed, laying at the end of it. He holds himself up on his forearms.

You know what he’s talking about. It’s the way Eddie carries himself, the way he looks and acts around your friends. He is rude or seemingly rude to most people, but never you.

“Except you.” He says after a moment. He strips the thought from your mind, reading you like a book. “How could I ever be rude to you?”

Eddie does this a lot. This playful banter that is so close to outright flirting it makes your stomach hurt.

You smile at that, feeling some of the tenseness you were feeling slipping away. Crawling onto his bed you settle at the top of it, your back pressing against one of the two pillows he has.

“I thought you forgot I was coming over.” You admit, rubbing your palms flat against your pants.

“What makes you say that?” He questions, confusion playing on his features.

“You… you usually answer the door right away.” You hum, trying to be casual about the fact that you remembered his habits as if they were the lyrics to your favourite song. “If you’re not already waiting outside for me that is.”

Eddie liked that you noticed he does that. He had a feeling you noticed but to hear you say it out loud made him feel a sense of fulfilment.

You watch the gears shift in Eddie's brain. His tongue poking out and wetting his lips. He wanted to spare your feelings, to tell you confidently that he hadn’t forgotten.

It wasn’t that he forgot, per say. A small mix up happened, one that led him to nearly miss your hang out today.

“I didn’t forget.” He offers, laughing to himself. “I was at Rick’s picking stuff up last night and I lost track of time. Stayed there much longer than I wanted to” He sighs out the last word, his hand coming up to rub over his entire face.

“You just woke up, didn’t you?” Suddenly you noticed how swollen his face was. It explained why he and the trailer both looked different from what you were used to. Eddie wasn’t having a day like you thought, he just barely slept.

“Feeling accusatory today, are we?” He scoffed playfully, his eyebrows jumping.

“I’m not accusing you of anything!” You hold your hands up. “I’m asking, that’s it.”

“I didn’t forget you were coming, I swear.” He said through a yawn, eyes watering as his mouth closed. “I overslept and yes, just woke up.”

You suddenly felt bad for ruining his sleep, picking at your fingers in your lap. Eddie knew you well. He could feel your worries before you vocalised them.

“Don’t you dare offer to leave either.” He presses his pointer finger into your calf.

“I wasn’t gonna leave.” You lie, a shy toothy smile bubbling up. “But I'll consider it if you don’t get me some water.”

“Jesus.” He pretends to be hurt, putting a hand over his chest as he stands. “I take it back, you are a little mean.”

He’s joking and you both know it. His remark makes you laugh more than you thought it would. You nearly miss the way he squeezes your shoulder before he leaves to get your water.

You and Eddie did all sorts of things when you hung out. Sometimes you’d go out to eat, go drive around, show each other new music and discuss it for hours, you even were accustomed to sitting in silence with him while you both did separate things.

You enjoyed all those things, but nothing could compare to when you watched movies together. You liked how close he got to you, letting you lay on his shoulder most times.

It was no secret that Eddie made you feel different than your other friends did. You didn’t know if it was a crush or if you liked him and didn’t want to admit it to yourself. He made you nervous in the best way possible, a way that made you excited to be near him.

Eddie never tried to hide that he had a soft spot for you. From the moment Robin introduced the two of you he felt it. At first he thought he felt that way because you were really fucking cute.

After getting to know you more and more he couldnt put his finger on it. There was just something about you that made him want to be nice, to impress you, to take care of you.

There he stood at his sink, smiling like an idiot as he filled a mug with water for you.

You looked around his room while he was gone. You were used to his space, having spent many hours in it over the past year or so.

It was compelling how much Eddie’s room reflected him. The stacks of records, loose tapes all over, posters hung poorly on every inch of the walls, the folded clothes that had yet to be put back into their places. His room brought you a sense of comfort that was similar to the one he brought you.

“I rented like five different movies.” Eddie announced as he walked back into the room, mug in hand. “So I hope you didn’t have other plans today.” His smirk is mildly arrogant, like he already knows that this was the only thing you were doing today.

Halfway into the first movie you had already migrated closer to Eddie. His right arm was draped around you, your head tucked under his chin. You could hear his heartbeat, the soft noises filling your ear every second.

His shirt was soft where your cheek pressed against it. The faint scent of his musky cologne filled your senses with each inhale. The smell itself was almost nostalgic, bringing the memories that were in the back of your mind to life.

“Oh my god!” Eddie laughed loudly, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

You only assumed that his reaction had something to do with the current scene playing on the television. You felt a sense of discomfiture, not understanding that Eddie found so appalling about the characters on screen.

It was a rather intimate scene, two of the characters having sex in a hurried manner. They both looked to be enjoying themselves, only adding to your confusion about Eddie’s reaction.

“I swear they couldn’t make these things more unrealistic if they tried.” He sighed, making your eyebrows draw together.

“What do you mean?” Your voice sounds more timid than you thought it would have.

“These sex scenes.” He says unamused. “Look at her.” He points to the woman on the screen. “She’s probably having a terrible time and…” His voice trails long enough for the scene to come to a close when the man obviously has his release.

“There it is!” His sarcasm is evident. “The sex is over when he finishes, it’s fuckin’ ridiculous.”

You feel even worse than you did before. There’s a weird feeling bubbling in your abdomen. It’s a cocktail of confusion and unease, swirling around to make you feel sick. You hum in response, trying to collect your thoughts to form a coherent sentence.

“Why…” You clear your throat, pushing into him further. “Why is that ridiculous?”

He pulls his head into his neck, trying to get even a slight glimpse of your face.

“Sex should be good for everyone involved?” He says it like it’s common sense. “It shouldn't be over and done with when the guy busts.” You can feel him shrug. “I think half the fun is helping the girl…or whoever finish.”

You feel your heart stop beating. It’s like you fell through the thin ice on top of a lake, body going into shock as the air gets caught inside your lungs with no escape. Swallowing thickly you replay your question in your head over and over.

“What if she takes too long to finish?” You ask in a whisper, eyes locking on Eddie’s sweatpants.

There’s silence for a while. Eddie is confused now, your new question leading him to believe this is something more personal than you're letting on.

“Takes too long?” He repeats part of your question.

You sit up, crossing your legs. You want to see what his face is saying. He stares back at you, his eyebrows are drawn together slightly. He is obviously confused but trying to hide it from you, wanting to keep you feeling comfortable.

“Yeah…” You say, unsure this time. “You… remember I dated Matthew?”

He nods, sitting up himself. You can tell he’s listening intently, his gaze is stuck on you.

“He would never…you know…help me finish.” You laugh awkwardly, looking down at the tattoo that peaks out of his shirt. “Every time he tried he would give up and finally just told me that I take too long.” You hum, looking at him. “Which I mean he was probably right…”

The look of disbelief on Eddie’s face is something you’d never seen before.

“He never made you finish?” He whispers lightly. He was sporting a dazed expression, bewilderment apparent on his whole face.

“No, no one has.” Your face is hot with embarrassment. You pull on a piece of your hair, attempting to stop the shaking in your hands.

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He refused to believe it actually. How could anyone get into bed with someone like you and not want to do anything but make you feel good?

“That’s a fuckin’ shame, babe.” His meek smile is meant to comfort you, to offer a lifeline in response to your confession. “I-I can’t believe you’re being serious.” He’s not trying to be disingenuous, the surprise he’s feeling is overwhelming.

“It’s fine, really.” You swallow thickly, trying to save face. “I’m probably broken…or something.” The breath you take in is deep, coming up through your diaphragm and leaving as you roll your shoulders back.

“Hey.” He purses his lips. “You aren’t broken, Y/n. There’s no such thing.”

He tests the waters, extending a hand to rest on your knee. When you don’t flinch or move away he opts to keep it there.

“You obviously haven’t been hanging around the right guys, that’s it.” He suggests.

You’re both thinking the same thing, staring at each other in silence. There’s a peaceful aura surrounding you both. It helps your embarrassment fade into something else.

Curiosity.

“I don’t suppose you know where I’d find ‘the right guy’” You joke, wanting to make light of what felt like a heavy situation.

He’s wearing a knowing look. He pretends to think for a moment, no words leaving his mouth when he looks at you again. His chocolate eyes are pleading, begging for you to understand what he’s telling you.

“Have you?” You question timidly. “Made a girl finish?” The question feels so personal, as if you skipped a few steps. Slowly, you realise you are far past pleasantries now.

“Many, many times.” He admits, his smile turning into something more arrogant. “I might argue that I’m pretty great at it.”

You weigh your options momentarily, wanting to make the best choice.

That goes out the window when you feel how warm you are, the evident ache between your thighs clouding your mind.

“Eddie?” Your voice is as soft as your gaze.

“Yeah?” His ears perk up, waiting for your next move.

Only it doesn’t come. He knows the look you’re giving him, he’s seen it many times. Sometimes you get nervous, too shy to say what you want to.

Eddie wouldn’t consider himself a religious person, but right now he is praying to whatever higher power that he’s not reading this all wrong.

“I can show you. If you’d like that?” He proposes, looking at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen.

You only nod, licking your lips as you do.

“I need to hear you say it, sweet girl.” He whispers gently. The look he’s giving you is only making you want him more.

“I want you to show me, Eddie.”

He knew you wanted it, but hearing you say it had an effect on him he’d never experienced before. He had sex with a few people, made those same few people finish and it was never a big deal.

This was a big deal to him. He wanted to take care of you how you deserve. You meant something to him, you were special.

Special to him.

Eddie moved a bit closer to you, his big palms pulling your thighs and bringing you into him. He could see how tense you were, the way your body was barely moving. He brought his hands up, rubbing your shoulders before taking your face in his hands.

He smiled at you sweetly, thumbs rubbing long lines on your cheeks.

“Need you to relax a bit.” He hums. “It’s only me, just us here.”

His reassurance is what you needed to hear, a shaky breath slipping past your lips. Your shoulders slumped in, hands coming up to hold onto Eddie’s wrists. You play with the chain bracelet on his hand, the cool metal providing a good distraction to you.

There’s only one thing you want to do. One thing you know helps you relax.

“Can you kiss me, Eds?” You ask him. Your voice is dulcet, and those words might be the best thing he’s ever heard.

“Yeah.” He smiles, leaning to close the space between you. “Of course I can kiss you.”

He pecked your lips once, seeing how you’d react. As he pulled away you chased him, making him smile before he kissed you once more.

Eddie’s lips were somehow softer than they looked. Warm and pillowy as they pressed against your own. His breath tickled your skin, the warmth of it dancing across your chin every few moments. You felt like you were floating, the feeling of his mouth on yours was chasing away your nerves and replacing them with desire.

A pleasant feeling grew in your chest, the reality that you were kissing him was setting in. You had thought about kissing Eddie many times, too many to keep track of. You didn’t know what you expected, but it didn’t matter anymore.

If he kept kissing you like this, you were in no position to complain.

You gasp involuntarily when he pulls away from you, even though he does it slowly. He kisses beside your mouth, leaving wet kisses along your jaw. He’s taking his time with you, trying to get you to relax as much as possible.

When his lips attach to the spot under your ear a sweet sound leaves you. Eddie smiles on your skin, kissing the spot again before biting at it. Your eyes flutter shut, the feeling of his lips there was making your body light up.

“Your skins so soft.” His large hands rub against your bare arms.

“Is it?” You ask him, your fingers playing with the back of his chain.

“It is.” He confirms, pulling away from your neck to look at your face. “It makes sense, y’know?”

He’s smiling when he looks at you. It’s one of his best smiles. The one where his mouth is curling to one side, tongue pressed against the back of his teeth like he’s keeping a secret.

“Why’s that?” You’re smiling back at him, waiting for him to share the secret with you.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He’s being sincere. It makes your heart warm. “So it’s no surprise everything about you is so soft…and I'm assuming…” He moves closer. “You must be real sweet too.”

You’re painfully aware that though he may be talking about your personality and the way you look, he’s also talking about something else.

“You think so?” There’s a tone of doubt in your voice, a sound Eddie hates.

“I know so.” He replies, dramatics in full swing. “You’re the prettiest girl I know, sweetheart.”

You shake your head, a bashful look painted on your face.

This is a big reason Eddie is so sweet on you. He loves how shy you get, stealing the air from your lungs with only a few words. Not only does he find it adorable, he finds it charming.

“You wanna take this off?” He asks, his fingertips tapping on the cotton material of your shirt. He’s making his voice quiet on purpose, not wanting to overwhelm you or make you feel pressured to continue.

“Could you take yours off too?” You ask him, suddenly feeling stupid for suggesting it. “I-I’m sorry! You don’t have-” He cuts you off with a small chuckle.

“Hey now.” He brings you back to the moment, taking your hands in his. “Whatever you want, okay? As long as you're comfortable I’m game, babe.”

Eddie was good at reassuring you, knowing exactly what you need to hear to get you out of your head.

“Okay.” You whisper, squeezing his hands. He squeezes back before letting go again.

He takes his shirt off first, exposing his chest to you. His skin is mostly pale, bits and pieces decorated with dark ink. You’ve seen Eddie shirtless before, but this was different. This was intimate and personal, something you hadn’t experienced together.

You take yours off next, pulling your shirt over your head to expose your bare chest. You hear him suck in a quick breath, muttering something you can’t quite hear.

“Shit…” He mumbles. “S’pretty, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t touch you yet, instead moving his pillows to be against his headboard. While he does that you push your sweats down, letting them gather under the blanket at the end of the bed.

When you look back at Eddie he’s sitting against the pillows. His legs are open, his briefs peeking out of the band of his pants.

“Come here.” He encourages, extending a hand to you. “Come sit against my chest.”

You move towards him, kneeling between his open legs. Eddie can sense your uncertainty, he can see it sparkling in your eyes. He opens his legs wider, grabbing your hip and guiding you down onto the bed.

“Like this?” You ask when your butt is flat on the sheets.

“Almost.” Eddie corrects you, pulling you flush against his chest. He moves some of your hair out of the way, giving him access to your ear. He wants to be able to see a bit of your face, hoping it’ll assist him in knowing what you like and don’t like.

“Is this comfortable?” One of his hands is on your waist, the other is rubbing your arm.

“Very comfortable.” You tell him, leaning into his chest further. You place a hand on Eddie’s thigh, fingers holding onto him. “Is this okay?”

Eddie laughs and it makes you second guess touching him.

“You know you were laying on me earlier, right?” He asks you, obviously trying to break the tension that you’re feeling. “And I’ve held your hand before and I’ve even held you before.” He cranes his neck to look at you.

You move your head to get a glimpse of him, letting out a barely audible ‘yeah’.

“You can touch me. I like when you touch me, Y/n.”

Once again you're reminded that you’re in safe and capable hands. It’s only Eddie.

“I like when you touch me, Eddie.” You whisper. “Really like when you touch me.”

He beams at your words. He moves his hand along your side, his fingers tracing over your skin. His touch is featherlight, finger tips ghosting over your skin in a way that makes you get goosebumps.

“What else do you like?” His voice vibrates in your ear.

You know what you like, you’re just not used to anyone caring this much or even asking. You have to think for a moment, but your thoughts turn up empty. There’s a hollowness in your mind that works into your chest, leaving you wordless.

His fingers drag down your side down to the elastic band of your panties. They come back up eventually, but he takes his time.

A sigh falls from your parted lips. Eddie can hear the sound of defeat in it, something he knows all too well.

“We can stop if you want to, sweetheart.” He reassures you.

“No! No… please dont stop.” It comes out as a rushed plea. “I’m sorry. I-I’m just.” You let out a deep breath. “Feeling a bit shy.”

It takes a lot for you to admit it to him, insecurity running through you. What you don’t know is that this is what Eddie wants. For you to talk to him, to help him help you.

“My shy girl…” His voice is saccharine, it drags on like he’s trying to comfort you. “You can talk to me, it’s okay.”

The sigh you let out this time resembles a moan.

“I like when you talk to me like that.” You confess, holding onto his pants tighter. “I like your voice a lot.”

Eddie’s fingers trail up under your breast. His fingers trace the curve of it, trailing up towards your collarbone.

“Yeah, sweet girl?” His words make your stomach flip, another soft sound falling from your lips. “Want me to keep talking to you?”

“Please.” You beg, pushing into him further. A sudden rush of need floods through you. The urge to press your thighs together was thought consuming.

“I’m gonna try something, okay?” He checks in with you.

“Okay.” You nod. “I trust you, Eddie.”

Both his hands come up to your chest, cupping your breasts in his hands. He squeezes the flesh, holding it firmly before loosening his grip. His thumbs catch on your nipples, slowly rubbing them.

“Need to get you ready.” He explains, still rubbing the now hard buds. “All nice and relaxed.”

The feeling of him touching you is sending surges of pleasure straight to your core. You can feel your panties getting damp.

“It’s not fair you know?” He pulls on them as gently as he possibly can.

“What’s not fair?” Your voice is hushed, mainly because you’re trying not to moan as loud as you want to.

“Every part of you…” He goes back to rubbing your nipples, taking note of the fact that you’re pushing your chest out to meet his fingers. “Every part is so perfect.” He kisses the spot below your ear again. “So pretty.”

You let out the sound you were holding in. It’s loud and you would’ve thought it was pathetic if it weren’t for the way he was talking to you and the way his hands were on your body.

He sees the way your thighs are pressed to one another. You’re clenching them, clearly seeking out some kind of relief. He moves a hand down, pulling on the top of your pink panties.

“Do you always wear such cute stuff when we hang out?” He’s teasing you now, but it’s not mean.

“Mm.” You giggle softly and it’s music to Eddie’s ears. “I just like them.”

“Of course you do.” Eddie nods, his fingers smoothing them down. “Such a gentle girl…with your soft eyes and cute panties.”

Has Eddie always felt this way about you? You entertain the thought for a moment, letting yourself indulge in the idea of him thinking such sweet things about you.

“Eddie.” You say under your breath, loud enough that he hears it. You pull your legs up into your chest slowly, making it easier for him to reach where you want.

“That’s it.” He beams, proud of you for showing him what you want. His hand rubs your thigh, he massages the skin every once in a while. Both your hands are on his knees, steadying yourself as you watch his hand touch you.

He rests his head on your shoulder, allowing himself to watch his movements.

“Is this all you wanted, sweet girl?” He whispers. “Wanted me to touch your thighs?”

You shake your head, fingers squeezing his knees.

“No? Hm…” His fingers shift over, cupping your covered pussy. “How about here? You want me to touch you here?”

“I’d like that.” You nod your head now. “Please…” You don't think you’ve ever wanted anything more.

His fingers slide up your panties, moving back down once they reach your clit. He rubs your folds slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of him touching you. He can feel how warm you are, the sensation making his stomach knot.

After a few seconds his fingers stop at your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves in slow circles. His touch is gentle, much more gentle that you are when you touch yourself. It makes your pussy flutter, your body obviously enjoying it greatly. He does this for the next little while, whispering sweet things to you as he does.

It feels good, but it’s not enough to make you cum. You feel embarrassed by it, wishing you were someone who could finish from barely being touched. The embarrassed warmth returns to your body, making you want to curl up and cry.

“I’m sorry.” Your jaw is clenched as you whimper out the words, frustrated tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Taking so long.” You shake your head and close your eyes.

“Shh, my sweet girl.” His voice is soothing, comforting you like warm water on sore muscles. “You don’t need to be sorry, it’s okay to need more.” He stops his movements on your panties, rubbing your thigh instead. Despite the awkward position he manages to kiss your cheek repeatedly.

“I’m here, okay? This is all about you.” He whispers. “I wanna help you, I want to be here with you.”

“I want you too.” You whisper back to him. “M’ just embarrassed.”

“No need for that.” He tells you. “I’m gonna take good care of you, Y/n.”

“I know..you always do, Eds.” You feel yourself calming again, sinking back into the comforting atmosphere that was created.

“That’s right.” He hums, fingers rubbing your panties again. “Can we take these off? Would you like that?”

You nod wordlessly, lifting your hips and helping him push your panties off your body. You feel exposed, but you don’t feel weird about it.

“Gonna do what I did before, yeah?”

“Yeah yeah, okay.” You shudder as his fingers drag through your folds, collecting your slick. You can feel how wet you are, the warm stickiness collecting between your thighs.

“That’s sweet.” Your breath catches at his words. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“It’s cause of you, Eddie.” Your huff. “Told you I like when you talk to me…when you touch me.”

“I can feel that.” He laughs softly, dragging his wet fingers up to your aching clit. He applies a light pressure on it, drawing circles on it slowly.

“Can you go a little harder?” You whisper lightly, hoping he heard you.

“Yeah?” He asks, applying more pressure. It’s too much though, not quite what you want it to be.

“A little softer, Eds.” You direct him, swallowing your nerves.

“Good girl.” He praises, softening his touch slightly. “Keep doing that, tell me what you need, sweetheart.” He loves that you’re opening up to him, it’s making him reel with pleasure.

He keeps his fingers pressed against your clit, circling it at a comfortable pace. Your eyes are closing a bit, mouth falling open at how good you feel. You feel it, the waves of pleasure building up in your stomach. You can barely believe it, no one had ever gotten you there that quick, nevermind this easily.

You feel the light shake of your legs, the pleasure starting to get to them. Your breathing is unsteady, each breath being longer or shorter than the one before it. You’re burning with pleasure. His fingers on your clit, other hand pulling gently on your nipple, his lips pressing and nipping at your neck.

“Oh Eddie.” You hiccup, struggling to find the words to say. “I really like that, that feels good.” Your moans are the prettiest thing Eddie has ever heard, your laugh coming up a close second.

“That's’ it, baby.” The low whisper of his voice is hoarse, only making your satisfaction grow. “Needed someone to take care of you, huh? You deserve to be taken care of.”

You sink further into him, letting your body grow limp against his. No one’s ever made you feel this good. There was a fire blossoming all over your body, awakening senses and nerves that you didn’t know were there to begin with.

“You sound gorgeous.” Eddie groaned, the chorus of your moans and small noises filling his bedroom. “You like letting me play with you, baby? I think you like it a lot.”

“Don’t stop, Eds.” You beg him. “God please keep going.” You cry, your eyes shutting tight. One of your hands comes up to hold onto his bicep, nails digging into his pale skin.

“I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart.” He whispers, “Gonna give you what you need.”

Your head gets foggy, body hot as you feel yourself getting closer. The only sounds leaving you are soft whines and shallow breaths. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly, it’s almost there, about to hit you any second. You’re desperate for it, wanting nothing more than to have him make you cum.

What pushes you past your tipping point is when you feel his hardened length pressing into your tailbone. You can feel it push into you every once in a while, Eddie subtly trying to calm himself down.

“Eddie…” You cry out loudly, unable to control yourself.

“I know, I know.” He praises, determined to keep his pace exactly the same. “Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? You can cum for me, I’m right here.”

A sob rips through you, chest heaving as your body tenses up. The delight you feel is unexplainable. It was a feeling of bliss that was foreign but at the same time it felt like you knew it for a lifetime. It was unlike any orgasm that you had given to yourself, it was far more intimate and you felt it much deeper than you had before.

Eddie helps you through the orgasm, shushing and praising you as his fingers continue working on your spent cunt. You draw your lips shut, muffled sounds leaving them as you let yourself come down from the high.

Your eyes are still closed, chest heaving as your head catches up with your body.

You just came all over Eddie’s fingers. Eddie was holding you, helping you through the orgasm that he brought upon you.

“Sweet girl, you there?” You hear him whisper through the haze you’re in. You lean back against his shoulder, letting him get a view of the fucked out look you’re wearing. Eddie swears you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now.

You sigh before you giggle, opening your eyes to be met with him staring at you. He grins when you look at him, eyebrows raising up and then down.

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes looking at his lips.

“Hey, come here often?” He replies, his dorky remark making you sure of what you were about to ask next.

“Eddie?” You hum, attempting to lean up so you can turn your whole body to him. His words replay through your head, his voice telling you to tell him what you need.

“What is it, baby?” He’s being soft with you, hand coming up to hold your face. He worries that he did something, that you’re about to get up and leave without another word.

“I need you to fuck me.” Your sweet voice saying such dirty words has a horrible impact on him.

Eddie’s eyes widen, staring at you like he must have misheard you. His jaw goes slack, blinking slowly as your words register in his head.

“Are you…are you sure?” He feels clueless, like words are rolling off his tongue with no other thoughts.

“You told me to tell you what I need and I need you to fuck me, Eddie.” You pout softly. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

There’s a feeling of anticipation weighing on you, waiting to hear what he says next.

Without another word he pulls you into him, your thighs on either side of his waist. He kisses you hungrily, much messier than he kissed you earlier. It was needy and lustful, his hands grabbing at your skin while yours grabbed at his hair.

You grind your hips along his bulge, feeling your wetness pooling all over his pants. His hands move down, helping you rub yourself against him. His reward for letting you ruin his pants is the way you moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck.” He groans when he looks down, your slick staining the grey cotton. “Aw that’s real pretty, don’t ya think?”

“Eddie…” You whine at his cruel words, pressing your hands against his chest. “I want you to fuck me, please.”

“I’m gonna fuck you, sweet girl.” He holds your face, kissing your forehead. “Lay down for me” He urges you, helping you rest on your back.

You watch him get up, pushing his pants and boxers down quickly. He climbs back up on the bed, opening your legs and pressing his weight between them. He pumps his cock lazily, hand slowly working over the length.

He looks pretty like this. His collarbones are more prominent than you remembered them being, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. His whole body is on display for you, the scars on his abdomen stand out against his white skin. You lean up to touch them, running your fingers along the scarred skin.

“Really handsome, Eddie.” You breathe, looking up at him. His eyes warm when he senses you’re being genuine. “Can I touch you?”

“Please.” He lightly grabs your hand, bringing it from his stomach to his cock.

You wrap your hand around it, palming the thickness of it slowly. There’s a thick vein running along his length, his whole cock twitching when you rub against it. You rub a thumb over the tip, collecting the beads of precum before rubbing them into his skin. Eddie’s breathing went ragged, the sight of you touching him like this making him need you more.

He reaches to hold your chin, grabbing it gently as he watches you.

“I want you.” You tell him, reminding him as if he could ever forget.

“I want you.” He says. “Lay back, let me get on top of you.”

He pushes you softly, helping you lay against his pillows. He holds one of your thighs up, slotting himself between your open legs further. His other arm rests beside your head, allowing him to lower his face close to yours.

You aren’t expecting him to nudge the head of his cock through your folds. You let out an unexpecting gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lets the tip of his cock get wet with your juices, rubbing it over your still sensitive clit.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay? Gonna go nice and slow.” He promises. His softness makes your heart swell.

“I’ll tell you.” You confirm, lifting your hips a bit to help him.

He pushes against your soaked entrance, getting you to open up for him. He slides in slowly, letting your gummy walls expand around him. It’s a deep stretch, much more than you were used to. It wasn’t painful, it was rather pleasurable if you were honest. You let out a long whimper, your body relaxing to let him in further.

“Takin’ me so well, sweet girl.” He kisses your cheek, pushing the last few inches in.

“That’s good, Eddie.” You pant. “Mm so full, feels so good.” He bottoms out of you, slowly pushing back in. It takes a few thrusts for you to fully open up for him, washing away the remaining discomfort.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He moans through gritted teeth. Your walls had a vice grip around him, hugging his cock and keeping it warm. “Pussy feels so good wrapped around me.”

You drag your fingernails down his back, scratching his skin hard enough to make him hiss. He bites at your jaw, kissing the raw skin from where his teeth were. He starts fucking you harder, hips pulling back only to fill you again.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours are echoing through the room. His heavy balls hit below your entrance with every deep thrust. It’s an intoxicating noise paired with the soft squelching of your cunt.

“Shit.” He lifts his head as he growls, continuing his brutal pace. “You’re pulling me in, baby. So greedy, aren’t you?”

He thrusts into you harder with those words, barely pulling out as he snaps his hips against your hard. Your moan comes from the back of your throat, a sound that is so pornographic you can’t believe it came from your mouth.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Attaching your lips to his neck you bite at his alabaster skin, leaving red marks all over the column of his throat. You're holding him close to you, his thrusts making your head bump against his head board.

“God, I’m sorry.” He laughs, moving a hand to the crown of your head. He protects your head from hitting the wood anymore, making you giggle in response.

“S’okay, I’m okay.” You swallow. “I’m really great actually.” You nod frantically, reaching to hold his face in your hands.

He presses his forehead against yours, cock still dragging in and out of your walls. The new position allows him to reach a spot he was missing before. He’s deep inside you, cock brushing against the soft spongy spot inside you. Your eyes flutter shut, a string of incoherent noises coming from your swollen lips.

“That’s the spot, huh?” He smirks, watching you fall apart beneath him. “Such a pretty girl.” His cock continues to hit the spot, each push of his cock making you tense around him.

“Uh-huh.” You manage to get out, a loud but happy whimper following it. You can feel his pubic hair brushing against your clit, the sensation lighting every nerve in your body on fire.

Eddie knows the noises you're making from thirty minutes prior. The sighs and babbling sounds telling him you were close. He manages to get a hand between your wet and sticky bodies, fingers messily rubbing your abused clit. The feeling makes you pathetically moan, jaw going tight as you feel your second orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, baby. Cum on my cock.” He urges you, whispering directly into your ear. “Be my good girl, Y/n. Let me have it.”

The pleasure you feel makes your first orgasm feel like nothing. You swear your ears are ringing as you cum again, blood running hot with ecstasy. Your walls clench around him, beating against his cock as your pulse was against his lips moments ago.

He’s still stuffing your cunt, only faster this time. Eddie’s a mess of sounds, concentrated on getting himself off.

“Want it so much, Eds.” You encourage him. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Your admission brings Eddie to the edge whether he wanted it to or not.

“F-Fuck, sweet girl!” He pulls his cock from your heat, hand stroking it fiercely.

The white strings spurt out, dripping down onto your stomach. The warmth they leave on your skin is delicious, only adding to the beautiful sight in front of you.

Eddie rests on you for a second, both of you fighting to catch your breath. He reaches to hold your cheek, smiling down at you.

“You with me? He hums, rubbing your skin.

“I’m with you.” You confirm, holding his wrist.

“Gonna clean you up…” Eddie winces, reaching over to grab a tissue. He wipes your stomach clean, kissing the spot where his seed just was. It makes you giggle, smiling at how attentive he is. He wipes his hand before throwing the tissue on the nightstand.

Eddie lays next to you, encouraging you against his chest. You oblige, pulling his covers over your naked bodies.

“That was…” You chirp, biting back a grin. “Incredible, Eddie.”

“You were incredible.” He replies, looking down at you. “So so good.”

There’s a comfortable silence while you both look at each other. Both of you are thinking the same thing, someone has to say it eventually.

“Did you mean that?” He’s hesitant to ask, but your words are hanging heavy in his heart.

There it was. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn’t tell if it was you coming down from the sex or if it was your nerves coming back with a vengeance.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You nod. “I think I like you, Eds.”

“I think I like you too, Y/n.” He whispers, an evil look behind his eyes. “This isn’t just because I made you cum right?”

You nudge his shoulder, laughing wildly.

“Absolutely not!” You defined, tilting your head. “Might have sealed the deal though.” You joke, making him snort.

“Wait until you find out I plan on making you cum in many different ways.” He whispers dramatically, crawling on top of you again.

“How am I ever gonna enjoy making myself cum again?” You ask him, stretching your hand over the expanse of his chest.

He shrugs and smirks.

“Eddie!” You gasp, squeezing his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger…or whatever.” He mumbles, making you laugh wildly.

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