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sinnerlillith · 3 years ago

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Morning backwood

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Includes: voyeurism, male masturbation, slight exhibitionism, praise kink, smoking, slight sub/dom dynamics from both reader + eddie, some dirty talk, Eddie begs [3.3k words]

Eddie wakes up before you do. Stretching, then walking over to his desk with heavy steps. His rolling tray sits on his cluttered area, and he drops to his chair infront of his desk mirror with his guitar hanging from it, quietly starting to roll up something for himself. He yawns, tired despite his obnoxious morning wood in his pajama pants. It was uncontrollable, just something he woke up with.

He rolls his blunt at his desk, occasionally turning his eyes to your sleeping frame on his bed, tucked under his sheets. His eyes go back to his little morning project, and when he's finally done, he pushes his wheely chair away from his desk, swiveling the chair to turn towards his bed and window.

When your tired eyes open and adjust, you see Eddie tucking a blunt between his pink lips, lighter in his opposite hand flickering to life with a rusty sparking sound.

"g'morning." you say to his face, voice raspy.

The blunt sizzles, his eyes dart to yours, then back. He inhales and circles his lips to blow smoke out. His brown eyes stare at the weed while he speaks, "Mornin'. You're up." He says tiredly, examining the blunt in his twisting hand as the smoke leaves, then putting his lighter on the desk. His eyes look back at your own, softly smiling with his dark messy hair framing his face.

Your eyes trail down his bare torso, illuminated by the morning sun. You stare at his tattoos under his collarbones, vision moving down to his happy tail above his sagging plaid pajama pants. He's sitting back into his desk chair, his posture slouches and he man spreads.

His wrist comes down to rest at his thigh, some inches next to his - oh shit, very noticeable bulge in his pants.

Your eyes smile at the thick hill, "And good morning..." you jokingly speak to it. Eddie is confused at first, thinking you're repeating yourself until he sees your glinting eyes stare at his lap.

Oh. He thinks. Then he smiles.

"heh, yeah," he softly chuckles. "Just woke up like that."

You stretch your arms while you lay in bed, waking your muscles. "Too bad I'm too tired to help." You say honestly.

He inhales once more, some smoke escapes from his mouth in thick white strings. "Nah, don't worry." He says, now exhaling. "Maybe I'll wait for it to go down," he shrugs, curls moving on-top his pale, broad shoulders, "not too worried about it-"

"-Eddie, you and I both know you wanna get rid of that a different way." You interrupt. Eddie's morning wood lasts a little while. And even when he isn't necessarily horny, it still ends up irritating him since it feels like forever until it goes down.

You both share a sleepy grin. His head tilts to side as his chin lifts directly to you, a smug yet handsome look on his illuminated face. He stares just barely above his lower lashes.

"And what way would that be, oh smart one?" His voice is practically smiling more than he is with that flirtatious tone. His large, and veiny hand, comes up to his parted mouth, pressing his lips around the blunt while his eyes stay fixed on you. His Adams apple moves under his thick neck.

Your eyes look down to his pajamas, the fabric outlining his hill under them with a faint smile on your face as you come up with a response. “You could always just... show me how you take care of it when I’m not here...”

A lewd suggestion. Just a simple one, but only simple to you. To Eddie, it was heart racing. His face gets warm, slightly tingling from the buzz his weed has given as well as your words.

A quick string of memories flash through his brain. It’s the memories of waking up hard, not having you with him, only fueling his lust with the thoughts of you.

He had to envision your body under him, squirming and shaking while he stares down between your parted legs, where your bodies connect and a ring if white fluid circles around his base from fucking in and out of you. He imagined your body on top of him, bouncing and shining with sweat while your hands squeeze at his chest and neck - all while rubbing one out.

He’d say things out loud while his eyes shut, and his imagination races. Things like “fuck.. so pretty, baby..” , “shit, gimme more...” ,“so fuckin’ hot.” He’d whimper for you in your absence, jaw slack and brows furrowed, then cum all over his stomach with a whine. Sometimes a whine of your name, other times a whine of curses.

He comes back to reality, palming his bulge while staring at you. His elbow connected to his arm that’s holding his blunt, now sits on the arm rest of the seat. He’s cursing in his head as he gropes himself, burning up while you watch. Pretty face of his, hot from the sight of your eyes trained on him.

He opens his mouth, “You wanna take those sheets off then?”

You’re in just a tee shirt with simple underwear underneath, but you don’t mind sliding the sheets down anyway. You kick them off your feet as you continue to lay horizontally and stare at him. Eddie takes a deep breath when he sees your legs- the same legs he loves having his curly head between, or crossed over his waist, or tucked at the sides of his neck when he fucks into you.

He cups his erection, not breaking his lustful stare, already breathing heavy only from seeing you covered in just a thin shirt.

“So...” you speak quietly, “gonna take it out for me, Ed?”

He snaps out of his stare, eyes darting to your own. They’re wide, and then soon wrinkle up from his boyish smile. He laughs weakly through his nose, suddenly bashful, breaking eye contact with you. He tucks his bottom lip under his top row of teeth.

His empty hand comes up to rub his cheek and jaw, covering his embarrassed, yet giddy face.

“Alright,” his hand comes down, grabbing the stretchy hem of his pants, “whatever you want.”

The smoke from his other hand with the blunt in it swirls around his gently moving frame, filling the space he’s in with a hazy glow. His body shifts in his seat as he tucks his pants barely a few inches down, and all you can do is watch.

He doesn't need to slip them that far, only going just above his top upper thigh before tugging his hard, pink tipped, faintly veiny erection out.

He looks at you, but your eyes are far too focus on something else, making you quietly gulp. It almost makes him giggle, the way you look so thirsty for him.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he asks, voice cocky because he already knows the answer. Your eyes stay focused, never breaking your stare, and when he finally glides his hand to give himself one pump, your eyelashes flutter.

His curly head twists, then cocks to the side. His dimples show as he speaks, “pretty girl... you gonna answer me?”

You feel your mouth nearly salivate, then you nod at his question, not wanting to fully speak. Not wanting to break the tension in the room.

He gives himself another few pumps, and fuck, the noises that fill the room from the wet sounds his dick is already making is enough to make your legs clench. It makes you bring your hand to your mouth, biting one side your finger.

Eddie starts to fuck himself slowly. Painfully slow, paying more attention to how you react rather than how he feels. His breathing is steady and deep, wide palms and thick fingers curling around his firm shaft, rubbing from base to tip.

He looks pretty like this. Man spreading for you while fucking his fist. His hand with the blunt in it is raised next to his calm face, and his curls lay around his neck and frame his sharp jaw, while his bangs hang just above his deep brown eyes. The same eyes that are slacked, heavy with arousal as they flicker from your face to your body, back and forth.

He licks his lips, and you feel your face get hot as you just lay there, watching him like a porno.

His raspy voice interrupts your stare. "Can you, uh..." He speaks, "lift your shirt?"

You feel a smile creep on your face at his shyness, or at least what you think is shyness. He’s actually feeling smug, especially with the way his lips curl when you start to glide your fingers to the edge of your shirt.

Your finger tips curl under the fabric and you slowly drag it up, brushing over your abdomen, waist, ribs, and then finally at the lower fat of your breast. The slowness of your movements makes Eddie impatient.

You finally lift the fabric over your chest, exposing yourself and leaving your shirt on, bunched up under your collar bones.

Eddie exhales a deep straining breath at the sight of you, laying half naked for him with a smile on your face while your eyes stare back at his dick. You don’t touch your chest yet, just wanting to let him see them bare and exposed.

"fuck babe, just like that." He pants, eyes heavy, starting to rub himself faster.

He tries to speak again, voice dominant yet suddenly shakey from touching himself, “Touch ‘em for me - yeah thats it sweetheart..” he groans as you squeeze your chest, tweaking your nipple every now and then. You start to feel stickiness coat your underwear, getting slick from his praise.

His raspy groans make your ears hot, suddenly reminded of the way his morning voice, laced with pleasure, turns you on. You start to squeeze yourself rougher, motivated by his vulnerable display.

"Such a good girl," he praises once more "my good fuckin' girl... you like watching me, baby?" he speaks, voice light and airy as his chest rises faster. His deep brown eyes look at your own as you nod, biting your lip and gently nodding a ‘mhmm’.

Your confirmation gives him butterflies, suddenly grinning at you wickedly, bringing his blunt to his lips again and never breaking his stare. His fist pumps slower as he exhales, rubbing his tip with more attention, stimulating himself as much as he can for now.

The wet sounds from his dick get louder and he produces more and more pre-cum, getting off just by staring at your tits, wishing he was the one squeezing them instead. He remembers how they feel in his hands, and the way you react when he pinches your nipples. The way you arch into him when he sucks marks onto your chest. The way your fingers tug his hair - fuck. He curses at the memory, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back onto the top of the back rest on the chair.

He starts to fuck is fist faster, from base to tip with more and more speed while his jaw is slack, parting his lips with small noises passing through them. You eye his heaving chest, decorated with his fading tattoos, then stare at his thick hand pulsing over himself.

“Slower, Eddie.” you gently command, making him slow his hand down. He obeys without hesitation.

He whines from the loss of the fast stimulation, now having to endure torturous, slow pleasure, igniting his sensitivity. But, now he can actually stimulate his entire dick.

He goes slow for a while, but then starts to get impatient, lifting his head and pleading at you with only his eyes.

“Aw,” your sympathy is fake, “you look like you need something, hun.”

Eddie inhales a short, trembling breath, “...more,” he whispers. “let me go faster..” his voice has lost it’s confidence from earlier, now completely at your mercy.

“Hm.” you pretend to think, eyes now off his own, looking back at his body.

“Please,” you hear him beg pitifully. “Fuck- shit, please y/n-” his voice is so light.

His face actually starts to warm up even more, turned on by begging for you, by being at your command, by you watching him fuck himself - he really is a pervert.

“You need to go faster, baby?” you taunt, already knowing what he wants. He nods quickly anyway, eyes trained on you, waiting for you to give him permission. He groans impatiently, forgetting all about the blunt in his other hand and only zoning in on you.

“Then go ahead.”

Eddie speeds up right at that moment, not too much but just enough to get him to buck his own hips up, almost meeting his pace. Praises leave your mouth, fueling his arousal more, getting off to your voice.

He moans up at the celling, then down at the floor. His wrist with the blunt nearly slams down on the arm rest of the chair, curling his fingers tightly on the arm chair with the blunt between them as his head lolls around as he continues to touch himself.

“Faster.” you tell Eddie, basically challenging him.

He looks at you, a corrupt look on his own face with a wicked half smile while he chuckles darkly, accepting your challenge. He moves even faster, making himself whimper.

It feels good at first, the speed he brings himself, knowing exactly what spots of his to stimulate, but he quickly starts to become too stimulated. His hand gets a little tired, and the pleasure starts to get too overwhelming - but he can’t stop. Not yet. He can’t disobey your orders, he loves when you have power over him far too much to do that.

So he has to beg.

“C-can I slow down... please?” he mewls, “It’s - fuck, s’too much..”

“Aw. What’s too much, baby?”

His teeth grit, he whimpers through them. “Hand... my dick-” he can barely speak straight, “nnggh- fuck! shit- please..” he stresses his words, truly pleading for you like he means it.

“Words, Eddie.”

“Jesus Christ,” a hiss leaves his mouth, “please, gotta let me slow down, it hurts-”

You chuckle a bit, “Okay, okay- you can slow down, hun.”

Eddies head immediately falls back, resting on the chair with his chin all the way up to the celling, allowing you full view of his bobbing throat while his fist slows down on himself.

He utters an out-of-breath ‘thank you’ while he pants. You just stay watching him, playing with your chest, staring through half lidded eyes

He breathes heavy from the returning pleasure in his body. His hand that's holding the blunt comes up to his lips, head still laying all the way back as he smokes and puffs the smoke up to the celling, eyes twitching and fluttering shut.

Fuck, what a sight. His legs spread open, smoke leaving his lips into a cloud over his *almost* fully exposed frame. Hard dick out, pink tip now heavily leaking and shining in the morning light while his large hand circles around it - he's just giving you a full on show.

Lewd noises leave his quickly rising and falling chest while you faintly squirm from the tingling arousal in your body.

His throat vibrates, a deep groan rushing into the air. "Fuck," he whispers under his breath, head still tucked back. "Fuck me..." You hear him whine pathetically.

He starts to pant and gasp, fucking his fist faster now, shoulders starting to twist and jolt from his new speed. You even catch his thighs pulse, twitching just a tiny bit... it's like he's completely forgotten that you're there. It's like he has no damn shame, completely consumed by how good he's feeling.

He truly is 'taking care of it' the way he would have if you weren't here.

He whines once more, and it's a whine of your name. It sounds so meek, it nearly come off as a beg, sounding different from his other whines. His head lolls to the side, eyes clenched shut tightly, and another whine of your name follows out his parted pink lips.

Oh fuck.

He's really in it now.

But what is he thinking about? What is he picturing that's making him whine your name differently than before?

You bite your lip, ready to ask him.

"Eddie baby," you speak gently, "what are you thinking about?"

His head raises off the back of the chair, eyes slowly finding your own, his hair falling back forward automatically, sitting above his pale broad shoulders.

"You." He says weakly. "Fuck-" his eyes close shut again, before reopening, "your mouth, your pussy, even your thighs," his face twists with pleasure, "shit- just you baby..." You keep watching him struggle to speak, "J-just you, fuck you're so hot-" his head immediately falls back again, like it's weak. It's as if keeping it up is just too hard.

You bite your lip as you keep watching him, unable to focus on anything else.

"Thinking about fucking me?" You ask teasingly, and he holds back a moan, the noise that leaves his mouth is something deep and short. He nods quickly.

"Thinking about me sucking you off?" You push further, and he can't hold back his noise. He whines, then nods shyly, with more of a rush this time.

His mouth parts, "yeah..." He huffs, "you're so fucking perfect with my dick in your mouth." Eddie speaks through very heavy and short breaths, the kind of breaths he makes when he's close.

"yeah? Bet your hand isn't as good." You're just teasing, but he shakes his head to the side, completely serious.

He hums, "No, not as good...you feel so much better," Eddie avoids your staring eyes while his stay shut, barley keeping them open. He's too overwhelmed.

You smile. "But you're still gonna cum anyway, huh baby?"

He hums - pretty much moans- a ‘mhmm’ while he nods mindlessly, curls swaying with him. His fist is stimulating himself perfectly, and the feeling of your eyes on him just pushes him more.

His empty fist clenches tight, even with the blunt between his finger tips, starting to feel himself get closer to cumming all over himself.

He whines and huffs through his gritted teeth, nearly sounding like he's gonna cry. His toes curl under his socks, his thighs twitch and his lips tremble. His eyes start to blink open, head falling forward, before his brown irises start rolling to the back of his head, mouth gaping wide before shutting his eyes again.

"Holy f-fuck," he curses, "gonna- shit, gonna fuckin'... damn it-" he can't even say it. He can't finish his sentence at all due to how out of breath he is.

"you're gonna cum, baby?" You finish it for him.

He nods at you, eyebrows drooping downwards and eyelids lazily hanging over his deep brown irises. His curls frame his lazy, pleasured face perfectly while his wet pink lips get tucked under his teeth, poorly hiding his pitchy noises.

His breathing gets faster with every next breath, and his moans get higher and higher until they finally stop, followed by a stiffled gasp.

He cums in several creamy white spurts, launching into the air before messily wetting his abdomen and covered thighs as he groans with relief. The fluid dribbles down his fingers and knuckles, rolling into the back of his palm, but he just keeps fucking himself through it. Making an absolute mess of himself.

You can't stop watching, no matter what. Your body won't let you tear your eyes away. He looks so fucking beautiful.

When his dick empties, he just sits there in his mess, huffing to catch his breath. He blinks at the celling lazily, head moving around like it's full of air. His blunt gets raised to his lips once more, starting to feel more buzzed when he takes another hit. His eyes are dizzy and unfocused from his orgasm, zoning out on anything but you.

"That was hot, Ed." You blurt.

He smiles lazily, eyes now able to focus, staring at you. His pink lips curl, "You don't seem so tired anymore." He jokes.

"You wanna find out?" Smile returning to your face.

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thank you to @poppy-metal for accidentally getting me out of my writers block

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