eddie fucks you in corroded coffin merch
⤷ cw: 18+ only, piv sex, f!reader, praise, creampie, 0.4k
“go on, baby,” he cooes, gazing up at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes. “finish the rest of the song.”
you shake your head, lids closing in a dramatic fashion as the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot deep inside of you. “i-i can’t,” you choke, small tear droplets prickling at the corner of your eyes.
“you can,” he demands softly, “and you will.”
when eddie came home that night, you hadn’t expected him to react the way he did to your little surprise. to the corroded coffin top you had made earlier that day. you figured he might’ve gotten emotional, probably just a little bit turned on even, but you didn’t expect this.
the rough, possessive side of him you had yet to see, showed itself fully. he took you right there on the couch, told you to put it on and nothing else, all while he buried his cock in your tight, wet little cunt and had you singing the lyrics to their most popular song — the one eddie had written about you.
the catch? if you stopped, he stopped.
while in the beginning it seemed fairly easy for you to get through, with each drag of his cock through your tight walls, and the filthy words of praise spilling from his plump lips, it became increasingly more difficult.
his thrusts slowed, waiting for you to start reciting the words again. the soft whine that clawed it’s way out of your throat made him smirk. “come on, pretty girl. finish those last few verses and you can cum. i know how badly you want to.”
that was all you needed to keep going. as you got closer to the end of the song, his thrusts sped up, hips pounding into you with fervor, chasing his own release.
with the last line rolling off of your tongue, eddie brings his hand to your cunt, rubbing harsh circles against your throbbing clit. “fuck, baby. cum for me. go on, it’s okay. let go. let go for me, baby.”
you cum right before you’re supposed to finish, the feeling so intense it has your vision blurring and hearing going fuzzy. eddie’s release soon follows yours, hot spurts of cum painting your spasming walls.
“jesus,” he pants, partially collapsing on top of you. “that was so hot.”
you giggle, entangling your fingers through his unruly hair. “i take it you really like the shirt, huh?”
“i love it,” eddie chuckles breathlessly, carefully pulling out of you to lay on his back, bringing you with him against his chest. “shit, if you wear that to our show on tuesday i’ll prolly fuck you on stage. wouldn’t be able to control myself, sweetheart.”
“oh yeah?” you look at him with a raised brow. “i don’t believe you.”
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