it wouldn't matter that he's creepy and sweaty and awkward, you'd need him. he's so jaded he can't even react appropriately to your advances, he just goes quiet and timid, acting as if you're just toying with him. he's so scared of being picked apart: being seen for the perverted freak he is. your first act of intimacy with him was simply laying your head in his lap, which horrified him. so suddenly he was sharing body heat with another person for what felt like the first time in his life. it wasn't intrusive or malicious. your touch was inviting and safe.

so soft. he couldn't think of anything else besides how soft you were. how gentle and sweet you were with him despite how grotesque he had become. his legs were shaking at the thought as his fingers gripped your hair at the scruff of your neck, not knowing what "gentle" even meant, but needing to hold you. his heart stops, hearing you whimper at his grip on you, worried he's done something horribly wrong. though he expects you to pull away, you bury your face into his lap, feeling how his cock hardens in excitement from such simple touches. He doesn’t know if you’re even aware of what you’re doing, until your mouth brushes up over his clothed cock.

It might be way too forward, but he starts quickly undoing his belt with shaky hands. As he unbuttons his pants, yanking them down, he notices you mouth agape as you pull back, staring as he shyly pulls his hard cock out of his boxers.

Yeah? This what you want? he asks, trying to have an air of dominance in his tone, but ultimately sounding as if he’s pleading for you, but you don’t mind, as you wrap your fingers around his dick, replacing his hand with yours.

He’s freaking out internally, fully aware of the fact that you’re the first person to ever touch him like this. Suddenly, he worries if he smells, or if he was being too forward in exposing himself to you. Wincing, he whines as you grip his cock especially tightly. He throws his head back, ashamed in knowing he shouldn’t like this type of pain. His stomach does a backflip as your mouth hangs open, drawing your tongue out as you tease the tip of his cock.

He feels disgusted, as every part of his body knows his dick is repulsive. That probably no one deserved to see it, let alone put their mouth on it. It twitched and throbbed from the gentle torture. As your lips wrap around his tip, something consumes him, and he grabs your hair, thrusting deep into your mouth on instinct. As you gag, he lets go, horrified. He apologizes profusely, knowing he just ruined everything, but he’s shocked when you grab his hand, guiding it back to your hair, as you push your head back down on his cock.

Please, please, please, please, please, he whispers through sharp breaths.

it makes him want to cry: the way you swallow him hole. devouring him as if it gets you off as it does him. he can't look you in the eyes as you stare up at him as if what you were doing was innocent. you pushed him deep into your throat, reaching his base. he gasps loudly, throwing his head back as he thrusts hard. after only a few slow pumps, he's already exploding for you. he freaks out, pulling his cock out, but it's too late, as he accidentally cums all over your face. his orgasm is so intense, it almost hurts. even after it spurting across your face, his tip is still leaking as he grips his cock tightly.

I'm so sorry, he sobs, feeling the shame settle in.

There came a point where everything fuzzed together and blurred into one ecstatic haze. You'd lost track of the amount of times you'd felt the tight, knotted ball of heat burst and scatter in your gut, that warm fever shimmering throughout your limbs all the way down to your curling toes.

Eddie was normally sickeningly sweet and preciously soft, always so willing to get to his knees and bend to your will. He'd get into moods, though; it was like you could sense a bug had crawled underneath his skin, cravings festering in his blood cells, and the thirst couldn't be quenched until you were a trembling, sweat-slicked disaster.

Whatever it took, he'd do, even if that meant he had to enlist the help of a toy. The first time you'd brought up introducing toys to the bedroom, his stomach lurched with a wild species of...what was it, jealousy? He felt small and stupid, his heart growing green with envy because of a piece of buzzing silicone. But damn if that little guy didn't get the job done. He'd never seen your back arch or heard your syrupy moans pour from your mouth the way they had when he pressed the fluttering vibe up to your twitching clit. It brought you pure, unfiltered bliss, and he couldn't handle ripping that away from you because of his own insecurities.

Besides, it didn't matter what was making you soak his sheets...he just needed you see you gush for him. It felt so intimately dirty, to watch the excruciatingly pleasurable waves of shock roll through your quivering body. He'd hold you tight through the overwhelming, intoxicating euphoria. Though he did enjoy torturing you with nonstop currents, never-ending waves of orgasm after orgasm, he still was that sweet, soft man you knew deep inside. When each glimmering sheet of ecstasy washed over your body, he'd press the vibrator even closer against you and coo into your ear.

"There we go. Just like that. Good, good."

Despite how it looked (your nails clawing against the wet sheets underneath you, your poor, weak legs shaking, and the nearly pained moans escaping from your gritted teeth), it wasn't about inflicting hurt. It was about hand serving you so much pleasure, you wouldn't know how to consume it all in one serving without bursting.

Think of all the times you'd pumped at him with a steady, firm hand after he pleaded for no more, please, I can't take any more! Wouldn't you like to feel what it was like? Weren't you curious to experience those sparkling spirals of paralyzing paradise twirling around in the pit of your stomach, even just once? It was only fair that he got to toy with you a bit, too.

He couldn't give it to you right away, though. That wouldn't be a fair game. When you did this to him, your smirk was condescending and in your pupils swam a power-drunk swirl. He wouldn't forget how you'd make him beg for it, and he wouldn't let you get off the hook without asking nicely for it, either.

He'd wait until the high was so close, you could taste it on the very tip of your tongue. He'd help lift you up to grab it, sure, but not without permission.

"Why should I let you cum again, huh? Tell me, baby, and you can have it."

His voice was thick and husky, glazed over with scorching, scintillating lust. It all brought him just as much delight as it did you, you squirming, skin slicked with your own juices while his hand reached around to rub buzzing circles onto your throbbing clit.

"B-been so good for you. Please, please!"

You hardly recognized the squeaking squeals trickling from your open mouth. Jesus, that's my voice?

But oh, you really had been so good for him, taking everything thrown at you in such diligent, devoted stride.

The two of you had been married for only a week now, but churchly duties come first before any such… husbandly ones. Eli was saving that very duty for you tonight but of course, there was always a barrage of holy questions when he’d rather do anything else.

He rids himself of his shoes and unbuttons his shirt before kneeling next to your resting face, “Let me see your beautiful eyes, (Y/N).”

You stir, only waking as he squeezes your arm slightly. Eli grins as you squint sleepily at him and your smile grows, “Good morning…”

“Not quite, my love,” he gets up onto the bed, hovering over you. “I just wanted to see my pretty wife.”

Eli traces your cheek with a cold finger, and you shiver as you almost fully wake up, “I wanted to stay up for you, I wanted… tonight to be the night.”

His eyes widen, but his expression quickly turns to one of pure warmth, “I… have to admit, that was my true intention for waking you.”

You grin and pull him down by the collar to kiss him sweetly. He laughs into the embrace, but his hands begin to wander to caress your arms– rather roughly. It isn’t unwelcome in the slightest, you felt just as eager to ‘consummate your holy matrimony–’ that was Eli’s way of skirting around the subject, using the more flowery language to describe it. You would prefer ‘making love’ or, when in the proper mood, ‘fuck,’ but he’d have none of that as a man of God.

“I need you,” his hot breath tickles your ear as he makes his way to kiss gently at your neck, “Desperately, my love. May I?”

“Please, Eli.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice as he unceremoniously crawls off of you to rid himself of the rest of his clothing– he needs to be one with you, no manmade barriers would come between your embrace. You follow quickly, only needing to pull your white nightgown over your head and toss it onto the floor.

This wasn’t the first time he had seen your bare self, but this time, Eli practically jumped you once he saw your breasts, “Beautiful, so beautiful.”

You look down at his hardness grinding against you as he explores your body, and mewl at the idea of it being inside of you, “Please… get on with it, I can’t wait.”

“Just let me do this first, love.”

Eli leans down to lick at your breasts, nipping ever so lightly on their curves. You mewl at the time he takes with each of them, memorizing every aspect of them, lest he forget. His other hand kneads the other as he bites gently around your nipple– it feels amazing. Eli’s length continues to rock against your thigh, and you try your best to maneuver it closer to your own arousal.

His tongue flits over your hardened nipples one last time before he moves up to kiss your lips again, “Are you… ready?”

You nod rather quickly, the promise of pleasure after all these years of pining clouding whatever shame you could have possibly felt at this moment. The nervousness inside of you dulls when you see Eli smile as he kneels before your entrance– you feel loved and desired. You could see his hands shaking slightly when he positioned himself in front of you, the tip of his length so close, yet so far.

“I’m ready, Eli.”

He nods, trying to rid himself of any fears he may be holding onto. He pushes inside you, the wetness of your arousal only doing so much to lessen the stretch. You watch as his entirety fits inside of you– it is hypnotic as much as it is painful. A moan erupts from your throat as he’s sheathed to the hilt, Eli’s breathing ragged as ever.

“You’re so…” His eyes are shut tightly, “Warm, and tight, my love.”

Your hips move on their own, desperate to feel more of him. He begins to move slowly, in and out, little moans escaping his throat with even the most minor of movements. You spread your legs even further, wrapping them around his body– that’s when Eli’s eyes finally open to gaze upon the woman he married. His thrusts increase in pace as you meet his gaze, your blown-out bedroom eyes meeting his practically crazed ones.

“Oh, God,” Eli cries out as you clench down, “I don’t, oh– I don’t know if I’ll last.”

A part of you didn’t want him to. “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

Your gentle voice elicits a pathetic moan to crack out from his throat, and his head lolls back as he chases his promised pleasure. You move your hand down to rub at your unattended clit, wanting to see him fall apart– all because of you. Who could resist such a delectable power play?

Eli stutters in his movements, his expression looking almost pained– he was close, and you wanted him inside.

“Come on, come inside of me, love…”