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.
