don’tcha, big boy?

“shh, shh. gonna stuff you full ‘a my cum, alright? ‘s gonna feel so good. gonna give my pretty girl a baby. that what you want? you want daddy’s baby?”

“shh, shh. gonna stuff you full ‘a my cum, alright? ‘s gonna feel so good. gonna give my pretty girl a baby. that what you want? you want daddy’s baby?”

“yes, yes, please. i want it, i do,” you cry, clawing at his chest; he pushes your knees to your chest, revelling in the way your puffy pussy swallows him whole, folds hugging him tight. your expression is dazed, jaw slack and eyelids shuttering with white hot pleasure.

“alright, sweet thing,” he groans, “gonna fill you right up.”

he collapses above you, pressing your back into the bed; you feel his cock twitch inside of you and then a pleasurable warmth floods your insides. eddie lets out a prolonged groan, forcing himself back up to cant your hips upwards. when he pulls out, your hole gapes and shrinks. you feel empty - too empty - after being stretched by his fat cock. you inhale sharply, gripping eddie’s forearm.

his thumb presses against your hole, scooping the steady stream of cum leaking from you.

“daddy, too much. ‘s too much,” you protest weakly. your cunt is far too sensitive and the added stimulation is bordering on pain. eddie groans, pinching your nipple.

“y’alright?” he murmurs. you nod. his hand grabs your thigh, pulling you even closer. “sure?”

“i’m okay, eds.” your voice is meek and quiet. he presses a kiss to your jaw and then one to your forehead. you circle his neck with loose arms and press your face to his neck, breathing in his oddly comforting scent of cigarettes and awfully cheap cologne; you told him you hated it when he first bought it but you’ve grown to adore it. it’s so him.

“y’know, there’s nothing to be worried about,” he says, not meanly. “promise.” you attempt a smile, lips pulled tight, and the subtle tremble in your hands has eddie stroking over your knuckles and pressing a kiss to each one.

“i know,” you whisper. “you know what i’m like. i get nervous. i’m a total dud.” eddie’s brows shoot up.

“no way!” he exclaims. “seriously, no way are you a dud. you’re just not a people person and that’s okay. doesn’t matter to me.”

you smile for real this time.

“sorry for being so clingy, though.”

“you’re not.” he smooths a hand over your head. “you just like to be close. i like you here, close, as well.” he smiles, pointed canines protruding from his plush lips. you peck him once, twice, thrice. dustin fax gags.

“ugh, get a room!”

eddie grabs an empty water bottle and hurls it in his direction.

“fuck off, henderson. you’re just jealous my girlfriend is so hot.”

“have you seen suzie?”

“shut up, like i believe your fake girlfriend is as hot as my real one!”

“i’m right here,” you laugh, swiping at his chest.

“what? you are hot…”