#eddie just loves to toss women out of his home lol

[cinematicnomad]

9-1-1 ▸ 2.10 merry ex-mas || 5.03 desperate measures || 7.05 you don’t know me

[ur-not-reddie]

Never Satisfied

a/n: it’s finally here! the reddie smut i’ve been working on for forever because i changed the scenario like five other times lol. anyway, i hope you end up enjoying it <3

pairing: reddie

warnings: heavy smut, slight daddy kink

word count: 1.7k

*punk/rock richie and shy eddie, somwhere in their 20′s*

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Eddie sits at the back of the bar as he watches his boyfriend perform on stage with his band. Eddie hums along, swaying a bit to the music as he mouths the lyrics. This is a new song Richie is performing, although Eddie has heard and helped with some of the lyrics - knowing it like the back of his hand. 

Eddie then realizes his cup is empty and walks over to the bar to refill it. He chats a bit with the bartender, making small talk with her while his drink is being made. Eddie is about to pay for his drink when someone snakes his arm around the small of Eddie’s back and dropping some money on the counter. He claims it’s ‘on him’ as Eddie pulls away quickly, feeling a bit panicked as he realizes it’s not Richie. 

“Umm, it’s okay. I got it.” Eddie gives a nervous laugh as he slides his money closer to the friendly women who made his cocktail. Eddie tries to quickly walk back to his seat and watch the rest of the show when his arm is pulled, nearly stumbling backwards. 

“Hey there, pretty boy.” a tall, pale looking man whose face is littered in stubble tries to flirt. Eddie gives another fake laugh as he tries to walk away again. “Oh, c’mon. I just wanna talk.” the creepy man tries more. 

“I- I, umm…” Eddie’s unsure of what to say, now frozen with fright. 

“What’s going on?” a familiar voice asks. Eddie whips his head around, finding overwhelming comfort as he throws himself into Richie’s arms, not caring that his drink has spilled. The other man looks Richie up and down, scoffing.

“We were just talking,” the pale stranger flashes dark eyes as he grabs Eddie’s arm and tugs him back again. Eddie shrieks, pulling away quickly and hides behind Richie. 

Richie’s body fills with complete rage, taking it out on the other man’s face - knocking him straight to the ground. Eddie looks at Richie, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Richie turns to look at Eddie, a smirk also playing on his lips as he grabs Eddie’s jaw and pulls him close. Eddie lets out an escaped moan, blushing as Richie crashes their lips together. Eddie is surprised at first, but kisses back immediately and just as intensely. Richie slips his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, grabbing his ass as he proves his point to the creep that remains flat on the ground. 

“He’s with me,” Richie says as he breaks the kiss, grabbing Eddie’s hand and leading him backstage. “You okay?” Richie asks with genuine concern as they enter Richie’s dressing room. 

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, nodding his head. “I’m a little shaken up, but I’ll be okay.” Richie embraces Eddie closely again, their lips reconnecting. Eddie sighs happily as he wraps his arms around Richie’s neck. He’s glad that he’s safe and alone with Richie now. 

Richie slips his tongue back into the smaller’s mouth as he backs him into the wall. He then starts attacking Eddie’s neck in kisses and love bites. Eddie lets out another moan, his knees starting to feel weak. “You know,” Richie purrs against Eddie’s tanned skin. “If I could, I would have fucked you in front of him.” Eddie shudders at Richie’s words. 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s cheeks flush red. “Well I kind of wish you did…” 

“Oh really?” Richie chuckles. 

“Yes,” Eddie grabs Richie’s shirt, pulling him closer. 

“C’mon, let’s go home.” Richie pecks Eddie’s lips as he backs away and starts packing up his guitar and other belongings. 

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” Eddie whines, rolling his eyes as he follows after Richie. 

“Babe, I think you can wait.” Richie laughs as he keeps his focus. 

“Richie,” Eddie whines as his jeans start to grow more and more uncomfortable by the second. “I really can’t wait.” 

“Eds,” Richie warns. 

“Now!” Eddie demands as he grabs Richie’s shoulder and tugs him back. Richie straightens himself out, glaring at Eddie before walking to the door, locking it and turning back to face Eddie again. Eddie knows he’s in for it by the way Richie’s looking at him. He stays cemented in place as Richie slowly approaches him. 

“Oh, you want it bad, don’t you?” Richie’s tone is low and ice cold. Eddie giggles nervously, trying to form words but is unable to. Richie grabs at Eddie’s hips, rubbing his back softly before grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s hair and yanking his head back, causing Eddie to gasp. “I’ll give it to you. Right here, right now. Just like you want.” Richie pulls harder, another moan leaving Eddie’s mouth. “I wanna hear you beg,” 

“Please?” Eddie asks weakly. 

“Oh you can do so much better than that,” Richie taunts, letting his hair go as he drags his thumb across Eddie’s lower lip. “Now, do it correctly.” 

“Please? Please fuck me, daddy. I want you so, so bad. I need you… Please? Please!” Eddie whimpers and cries. 

“That’s my good boy,” Richie praises as he grabs at the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. Eddie closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. He pushes his hips forward into Richie’s touch, closing his eyes as he lets Richie take complete and total control. 

Richie backs Eddie up against the couch that’s placed in the corner of the room. He gently pushes him down and hovers over him. Eddie’s tinted cheeks deepen as Richie begins to unbutton his jeans, pulling them off of Eddie’s legs. Richie tosses them aside and spreads Eddie’s legs. He pulls Eddie’s shirt over his head as well and goes back to feeling Eddie’s clothed, hard dick. 

“But what about you?” Eddie asks softly as he pulls at the hem of Richie’s shirt. Richie hushes Eddie, but obliges by taking off his shirt, feeling Eddie harder. “Fuck,” Eddie groans as he grips the edge of the couch. 

Richie keeps this up, slipping his hand inside and grabbing Eddie’s cock while his eyes are still closed. This makes Eddie to gasp, nails digging into the faux leather. Richie grabs at Eddie’s throat somewhat roughly and pulls him close. 

“I want to hear you,” Richie growls, Eddie opening his eyes wide. “I want everyone to hear you.” Eddie feels his stomach drop, trying to swallow. He nods, keeping his eyes locked with Richie. “Good boy,” Richie praises, letting go of his throat, stripping him naked and shoving his fingers in Eddie’s mouth. 

Eddie hums around Richie’s fingers, gagging himself. Saliva pools in his mouth, slipping past his lips and down Richie’s fingers. Eddie’s eyes start to water as he keeps gagging. After a few moments, Richie pulls his fingers out, spreads Eddie’s legs even wider and slides a first finger inside of Eddie. Eddie gasps, followed by a moan as he leans the back of his head against the couch. 

“Louder,” Richie demands as he starts pumping his finger. He begins at a fast but gentle pace only for him to add another finger and move quicker. 

“O-oh, fuck!” Eddie’s grip hardens, nails digging more into and probably tearing the couch. Richie buries his fingers deep, really working Eddie open as he grazes over Eddie’s sweet spot. “Richie!” Eddie wails, back arching as his eyes roll deep into his head. 

“Say it again,” Richie hums. “Sounded good.” he smirks, repeating the action over and over, sneaking in a third and final finger. 

“Daddy!” Eddie squeals. 

“Even better,” Richie growls, making Eddie cry as he edges him the closest that he can. 

“F-fu-fuck… R-Ri-Rich-” Eddie can’t finish his own words, about to release when Richie pulls his fingers out. Eddie opens his eyes, looking at Richie with slight disappointment as he pants heavily. 

“W-why did you-” 

“You didn’t think I was gonna make you cum without working for it, did you?” Richie drawls with haunting eyes. Eddie blushes as he giggles sheepishly. “On your knees,” Richie commands as he starts stripping himself from the rest of his clothing. Eddie does as told, getting on his knees as he looks up at Richie. “Don’t get me off, just enough for you to ride me.” 

Eddie nods as he takes Richie’s cock in his hand, pumping him a few times before taking the tip into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around a bit, about to take more of Richie in when Richie shoves his cock all the way to the back of Eddie’s throat. Eddie gags, gripping at Richie’s thighs as Richie starts thrusting into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie keeps his mouth wide open, tears filling his eyes and streaming down his face as Richie moves his hips faster, slower, slower, then faster and faster again before stopping. Eddie coughs, gasping for air. 

“You’re my good boy, huh?” Richie asks again sweetly, lifting Eddie’s chin as he wipes away the leftover drool. 

“Yes,” Eddie’s voice is raspy as he flashes a smile. Richie raises an eyebrow at him. “Yes, daddy.” Eddie corrects himself. 

Richie smiles as he sits down, pulling Eddie into his lap. Eddie giggles as he grabs Richie’s length again and slides himself all the way down. He moans happily, placing his hands on Richie’s shoulders. He starts off by circling his hips, Richie’s hands placed there but not directing him. Richie leans back, really watching Eddie as he starts to bounce slowly. Eddie’s noses are low and quiet but gradually get louder the faster he bounces. 

“R-Richie, oh, fuck!” Eddie mewls as he feels Richie’s cock ram right into his prostate. Richie moans as well, forcing his hips to stay still as he wants Eddie to work for it. “I’m s-so fucking clo-close,” Eddie’s words are choppy as his thighs begin to quiver. 

“You’re almost there, baby. I know you can do it.” Richie slips his thumb into Eddie’s mouth. 

Eddie slams down three more times before cumming all over Richie’s chest and stomach. Richie praises him, gripping Eddie’s hips tighter as he starts thrusting upwards mercilessly. Eddie screams, feeling overstimulated, about to hit subspace when Richie finally stops, filling Eddie up himself. Eddie leans forward, resting his forehead against Richie’s, mumbling happy, sweet nothings. 

“Satisfied?” Richie asks in a joking manner. 

“Partly,” Eddie smiles slightly, causing a chorus of chuckles from Richie. 

“Well, there’s more waiting for you when we get home.” Richie gives him one final kiss before cleaning up, getting dressed and heading home.