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Her beauty, her sadness. A sweet angel girl who puts her boyfriend first, and let’s her little head get all fuddled. It’s a good thing Steve knows you like the back of his hand.
Warnings: p in v smut! not very vivid descriptions. Subdrop, daddy kink. Reader is just tired and lets herself get into a scene when she should j rest. Soft!Dom!Steve. use of 'dada' in subspace.
18+! enjoy!
Main Masterlist ! Kinktober 2023
It’s normal for you to cry during sex. During anything, really. Steve’s used to your glimmering eyes and trembling pout, the little whimpers that leave your lips. He’s always called you his little crybaby, used to wiping the tears away from under your eyes and kissing your tear-stained cheeks better. Sweet little you, so innocent and purehearted, even the littlest of things set you off. That one time you saw Dustin stand on a spider, when Darth Vader died (‘He’s literally the bad guy, baby.’ “so!’), when your food was too hot and burnt your tongue. Some people would have surely found your sensitive soul irritating, but it was one of the things Steve loved most about you. That, and his chest swelled at the thought of being your saviour from the tears.
But these tears, these were different.
It had started the same, a little wail when his finger circled your puffy little clit, a trickle of saltine tears falling down your cheeks. He’d cooed and mocked your sweet little pout, just as he normally would. But the tears got worse when he flipped you onto your front and pushed inside of you. You’d given a sob as he pushed his cock inside of your dripping hole. Again, it wasn't unlike you to cry and whimper at the burn of the stretch. That’s why Steve hadn't thought much of your little sobs at first.
They just kept on coming. With every thrust, every time the front of his thighs slapped against the back of yours, you let out a pitiful cry. Your head stays flat against the ruffled mattress, tears collecting a puddle beneath you. Normally, in a position like this, you try your hardest to sit up against him, to be closer to him, to kiss his lips. Yet, you're as still as anything, hands bunched up besides you.
Steve allows his thrusts into you to slow, pushes the thoughts of his own pleasure aside to run a hand soothingly down your arched back.
“Where are you baby, huh? You with daddy?” He asks patiently, thumb running slowly across your warm skin. He’s too good for you, and your mushed up mind can’t handle it
you shake your head with a sob, one that wracks your chest and breaks his heart. “‘m gone, daddy.” And then the river flows, sobs wracking your little form as Steve eases himself out of you. He gives a gentle hush as he pulls you up by your underarms. You instantly cower into him, naked and shaking.
“Hey, shh. You're okay, sweet girl. You're so good, you know that?” He tucks your head underneath his chin. Massive hands run up and down your arms soothingly. “My best girl, using your words. So proud of you, baby”
“Dada.” It’s how he knows you're so gone, so lost in confusing thoughts and just being so much smaller than him that you cant even get the right words out – you only ever call him this when youre so far deep in subdrop.
“Daddy’s got you, daddy’s here, baby.”
“‘M sorry.” His heart aches, because you think that he’s mad at you. You think that he’s angry that your tears got in the way of sex. He’s not, never would be. “‘M so sorry, dada.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, angel.” He kisses at your hairline. “‘M so glad you told me. Such a good girl. My good little girl. What’s got you all in your head, huh?”
You whine, pushing your face further into his naked chest.
“You’re okay. You can talk to daddy, brave girl. It’s only words.” It’s then that you realise that he’s rocking you both gently, helping you in your heady, little-like headspace. He’s warm, hes so warm, just like he always is. It grounds you, makes you want to dive into his skin where its safe, where you know he’ll watch over you and care for you forever.
The words come out muffled when you finally speak them, pushed against him and mumbled. “So tired, dada. J-Just wanted to be good for you, wanna be a good girl. Wanted you to,” A choked sob leaves your lips, “f-feel good!.”
Steve huffs through his nose, arms wrapping harder around you and he pulls you close, holds you to him like a vice. His precious angel, putting him and his pleasure first even when it gets you like this. He hates that you let yourself get to this point without telling him, hates that he didn't notice beforehand.
“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t notice how tired you are. Bet you feel all foggy and confused, yeah?” You nod vehemently, sniffling slightly. It feels better to have the words out, to have Steve know. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. My beautiful girl. Too good to me.” You shuffle slightly, lifting your head to look at him. “There’s my girl.”
God, he’s beautiful. Handsome enough to have you forgetting all about your sticky tears and shaking limbs. His hair’s a mess and his cheeks are flushed. Steve’s golden brown eyes are focused on you, on only you, and they penetrate into the depths of your heart. You know he cares, know that he ;oves you, know that he would put you before anything else.
You’re the luckiest girl alive.
“Can daddy give you a little kiss, baby? Just a little kiss ‘n we’ll go get you cleaned up.”
The nod you give is small, but the twitch upwards in your lip gives his heart the pulse back to life that he needs. Gives him hope that all this will blow over, and his sweet little crybaby will be back soon.
Oh— oh I'm thinking about Eddie who smokes a cig in the middle of fucking you
Cw: nsfw 18+, petnames, Eddie being sexy and cocky, creampieeee, cunnilingus, tiny itty bit of anal play, smoking
He smells like vanilla on nights like this — the scent of pine and the wood seeping into his clothes and soft against his skin from sitting outside in the forest air too long.
He's still dressed — silver chain clinking as he thrusts into you at the foot of his bed. Auburn bangs stick to his forehead, and his brows furrow a bit when you squeeze around him. His rings bite into the plush of your thighs where he holds you open, pushing your legs back into your chest.
You're a mess under him; your eyes are watery, and mascara's smeared around your lashes. It's hard to breathe in the heady pleasure, the stretch of his cock pumping against your soft walls so deliciously that your head falls back onto the pillow Eddie'd put there for you to rest on.
Eddie's hand slips down to hold your ankle, pulling your leg up a bit to press a kiss to the sole of your foot. He presses another to your anklebone, the pad of his thumb soothing the warm skin there when he pulls back to watch you. his plush bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his dark eyes heavy with lust.
"Open your eyes."
you struggle with the command for a moment, forcing your heavy eyes open, a few stray tears trickle down your flushed cheeks. Eddie wipes the smudged mascara from under your bottom lashes.
"You're bein so good, y'know that?"
You inhale a shaky breath, nodding dizzily.
Eddie props your ankle up onto his shoulder and slips his hand down to where his cock pumps into your heat; his silver bracelet slips down to rest against your heat. The cool metal makes your thighs tremble.
Your eyes flutter a bit when the calloused pad of his thumb meets your rimmed hole. You immediately grasp his wrist to steady yourself and he chuckles at you.
"That feel good?"
"Mhm," you let your eyes fall shut, wet lashes tickling your cheeks.
Eddie hums, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, thumb still gently circling your rimmed hole.
The soft motions are over as soon as they begin when you feel Eddie reach for something in his jeans pocket.
Your mind still foggy, and eyes closed, relishing in the soft pull and pump of his cock stretching you open. A moan swells on your tongue when the girth of him pulses against your walls.
The soft clink of a lighter makes your eyes pop open.
It's hard not to cum on the spot just at the way he looks right now. Eddie looks fucking empyreal — frizzy dark hair framing his soft cheeks like a halo and the flame illuminating his plush lips where his cig sits.
His brows furrow as he lights the foot of it. A large ringed hand holds you open at your knee, thumb stroking your skin softly. Still leisurely pumping into your heat.
Tendrils of smoke swirl in the amber warmth of Eddie's room. The sight is absolutely delicious — Eddie tilts his head back to blow a billow of smoke from his lips, thick dark hair cascading down his shoulders to pair prettily against his decorated vest.
a small whine rolls up your throat and passes your swollen lips before you're able to catch yourself in your need.
Eddie lolls his head a bit to the side to meet you with dark lidded eyes. He holds the cig off to the side so that the smoke doesn't drift your way.
"Eds," you mewl, breath hitching.
He looks rather tepid at your messy state; a small smirk forms at the corner of his lip when your lips part and your eyes flutter shut again at a particularly deep thrust.
"Yeah? Right there, huh?"
You can hardly breathe, digging your nails into the plush underside of your thighs to spread yourself wider for him. You nod, whimpering brokenly.
"Tell me, baby."
Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
"Yes, right there, Eds." You slip a hand down to circle your swollen clit, "Oh my god," you sob.
"Atta girl," Eddie muses. The smirk in his voice makes you clench around him.
You watch him, slack-jawed as he places the cig back in his mouth and uses both hands to press into the soft backs of your thighs, pushing your knees into your chest, opening you up for him.
Dark bangs fall over his brows a bit when he drops his head downward to watch the way his cock splits you open. He groans around the cigarette, dragging his cock out to where the red flushed head spreads your folds before pushing all the way to the hilt.
His rings are cold against your thighs, and the rough denim of his jeans rubs juuusst right against the fat of your ass, where you rest on the edge of his bed.
You already know you're not gonna last when he drops his hand from your thigh to take another drag, still watching his cock slip in and out of your heat.
"M'sorry, Eddie," voice quiet and subdued.
Eddie hums, taking hold of your thigh, cig resting between his lips again.
"What for, baby?" He asks around the cig, not even bothering to meet your eyes.
"M'gonna cum," You whimper tearfully, "Can't hold it."
Eddie shakes his head and moves his hand from your thigh to circle his thumb against your clit, leaning back a bit to add to the stretch of his cock pressing into your soft walls.
"Don't worry about it." his hand that still rests on your thigh moves to hold your ankle, pushing your knee deeper into your chest, "Y'r body's gonna operate on its own schedule, sweetheart."
The reassurance in his voice makes the wound coil snap, and you're immediately moaning and tightening around him as you cum. Walls flexing and contracting around his thick girth, you drop your chin to your chest and tense.
Eddie snorts down at you around the cig, shaking his head to move his hair out of his eyes, his snicker breaks off into a low groan when your pussy tightens around him again, "Christ, y'weren't kiddin'."
You're a fucked-out mess in his sheets, hair sticking to your temples, and face hot. You bring your hands up to your tits, squeezing and pushing the soft of them absentmindedly, soothing yourself as Eddie strokes you through the waves of pleasure.
"Oh—" Eddie happens to look up at you from under his bangs, rhythm faltering, "Yeah, play with y'r pretty titties fr'me."
His balls press up against your soaked folds, and you sigh happily, dragging your finger down between the clammy valley of your breasts.
"Y'gonna cum, Eds? Want you t'cum in me," You say softly.
Eddie chuckles at you, shaking his head dubiously.
"Yeah, M'gettin' there. Just gimmie a moment."
When he cums, it's a warm heat that sends shivers up your spine and makes your toes curl. Eddie only waits a second before pulling all the way out of you with a groan, watching the way his cum trickles down your swollen folds.
He kneels down and presses his mouth to the lips of your cunt, lapping at your shared taste and soothing your sensitivity all in the same. He holds the cig off to the side and uses his free hand to pull the lips of your pussy apart. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen," He presses a kiss to your clit on his way up.
You flush, averting your eyes when he stands up and shoves his length back into his jeans, silver chain clinking softly.
He's been watching you the whole time. He takes a drag of his cigarette and makes his way over to the nightstand next to where you're still lying on his bed.
Eddie runs his hand over your hair.
"Does gettin' your pussy called pretty make y'shy?" He coos teasingly, leaning down to press a kiss to your warm cheek.
He smells like vanilla and cigs. A warmth settles into your tummy. He smells like home.
You giggle and shy away, stuffing your face into his pillow. He entertains it for a bit, poking and prodding parts of your body until he decodes it's enough.
" 'Kay, get up n'go pee so I can make us dinner," he gestures towards the door of his room.
With shaky legs, you scramble off the bed, but not before Eddie catches you by the arm and pulls you into his chest, pressing a wet kiss to your lips.
"I love you Eddie," you whisper against his lips.
''Love y'too, sweetheart."
You pull back with a squeal, and Eddie grins down at you before nodding towards his bedroom door again and landing a smack to your asscheek.
"You're just a tight piece of ass, ain'tcha?" Eddie hums and you shriek before running out towards the bathroom.
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“You like that, pretty girl?” Eddie whispers in your ear. With your position in his lap, he pulls back your knees even further against his. “You like it when your daddy fucks you like that?”
You can only whimper in response.
“She loves it, dontcha baby?” Steve grunts from above you. “Always takes my cock so well.”
It was too much. It was everywhere and everything all at once. And it was amazing.
“Pinch her nipples, Eddie.” Steve tells the boy holding you as sweat drips down his brow. “Her pretty tits get so sensitive.” His own pretty noises have you clenching around him, unable to control how your body reacts to him.
“These sensitive?” Eddie’s tone is almost condescending as his hands leave your knees in favor of your nipples, he pinches them roughly between his forefingers and thumbs. “He’s right though, prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. You should see ‘em from here, big boy. They jiggle every time you thrust. Pity I can’t reach down and bite them.”
Steve’s vocal, you’re plenty used to it. But Eddie? Eddie rambles. And it’s intoxicating.
“Daddy,” You whine. For what? You’re not entirely sure.
“Such a whiny little girl,” Steve pouts at you, “You want more?”
“Uh huh,” You nod, eyes squeezed shut. “More, more, please.”
“What d’you want, hun? Tell me. Use your words.” Steve pants. He’s got one hand on your knee and the other against the back of the couch you’re sitting on. “Be a good girl and use your words f’me.”
“My clit.” You beg. “Please, daddy.”
“Munson,” Steve looks at him, “Spank her clit for me, will ya?”
“Oh,” You hear the smirk painting his face, you don’t need to see it to know it’s there. “Slut likes it rough.”
You pout and furrow your brows. “No.” You shake your head against Eddie’s chest.
“Not a slut,” Steve speaks for you between thrusts, pretty eyes looking into yours reassuringly. “She’s a good girl. Isn’t that right?”
“Good girl, good girl.” You mumble as you nod. “Your good girl.”
“Oh, I’m sorry baby.” Eddie says as he kisses your temple, trying to rectify his mistake. “I’m sorry, you’re not a slut. You’re the best girl, I’m sorry.”
“Iss’okay.” You gasp. “You didn’t mean to, daddy. It’s okay.”
Eddie isn’t sure if he misheard you or if you misspoke, but the moniker makes his cock jump nonetheless.
“You want me to slap your clit, baby?” He asks, returning to Steve’s command. “Want me to make it hurt so good while daddy fucks you?”
“Yesyesyesyes. Please!”
“What was I thinking? Of course you’re a good girl, you use your manners so well.” His right hand leaves your nipple to reach downwards while his left hand stays put. “Didn’t know you two were into this kinda thing.”
“Don’t fuckin’ underestimate me, pretty boy.” Steve chuckles. He pulls back only slightly to stabilize himself as he brings the hand on the couch to your face. He strokes your cheeks so lovingly as he speaks. “You close, sweet girl?” You nod vehemently in response. “Eddie, I thought I told you to do something.”
“Your daddy’s a bossy pants, babygirl.” Eddie whispers in your ear conspiratorially. “Sir, yes sir.”
The hand that was unhurriedly circling your clit pulls away and comes back quickly, smacking your clit lightly. You let out a surprised ‘Oh’ at the hit.
“Come on, Munson.” Steve scoffs. “Our girl can handle much more than that. Harder.”
Another harsher hit comes down on your clit and your whole body jumps. “Oh!”
“You like that?” Eddie smiles, his surprise easily melting into excitement. “You want some more?”
“More.” You confirm. “Faster. Please.”
“Fuckin’ love it when you say please.” Steve growls as he thrusts into you faster. “Oh fuck. Eddie, please. Gonna cum.”
Eddie’s harsh swats at your clit grow faster and faster along with your and Steve’s moans.
“Daddy! Daddy gonna cum!” You squeal at the stimulation. “Please, please can I cum?”
“Just a bit longer, honey.”
You damn near cry at the refusal, but you’re a good girl and you always listen to your daddy.
“Come on, Steve. You won’t make the pretty girl wait, will you? You’ve been fucking her so good, she can’t help it.”
“So good, daddy. Always so good.” You nod along with Eddie.
“How much do you like it, sweet thing? How much do you like Steve’s big cock in your pussy, stretching you so wide?” Eddie’s goading Steve and you know it. But the way he pants at his words shows just how much he’s loving it. “It’s a miracle it even fits, it’s so big. You love daddy’s big cock filling you up?”
“Love it so much. Want him in me all the-all the time. Can never get enough.”
“Fuck!” Steve grunts as he spills himself inside of you. But he doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, knowing you aren’t far behind him. “Fuck, fuck. Oh god. Come on, sweet girl. Come on, cum for me.”
“Come on, pretty girl.” Eddie moans, the scene in front of him almost too hot to handle. His hand smacks your clit even faster as you approach that precipice. “Cum for daddy.”
You tumble over the edge with a scream you barely recognize as your own.
It’s almost instant, the way you float away. Your eyes glaze over and you go limp in Eddie’s lap as the warmth of your post orgasmic haze washes over you.
“Oh, my sweet girl.” Steve murmurs as he gathers you into his arms, his soft cock slowly slipping out of your bullied hole. You unknowingly groan at the loss of him. “I know, I know. It’s okay.”
“Felt so good, daddy. Was so good, thank you.” You babble as your boyfriend dotes on you.
“It’s Steve, baby. Not daddy right now. Just Steve.”
“Steve.” You nod, nuzzling into his cheek. “My Stevie.”
“Yeah, baby. Your Stevie.” Steve smiles, completely lovesick. “Lay back, hun.”
Eddie watches in awe as Steve lays you down on the opposite end of the couch, his actions oh so loving. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. His own need for aftercare makes him feel alienated. It’s his first time doing this with the two of you and he no longer knows his place in the equation. Should he leave now? Was this it? How awkward would it be if he started getting dressed-
“Eds,” Steve calls to him softly, breaking the ugly cycle of his thoughts. “Lick her clean for me?” He asks as he spreads your legs in Eddie’s line of sight.
“Really?” Eddie asks, both in surprise and exhilaration. Your pussy is a leaking mess in front of him and he can’t take his eyes off of it. Eddie’s cum from his previous round mixes with Steve’s and your juices and it paints a glorious picture. “It won’t be too much for her?”
“Just a bit.” Steve nods as he smooths out the hair stuck to your forehead. “But it brings her back. Be gentle, though. Kitten licks.”
Eddie lays down on his stomach between your legs and kisses your inner thighs as he settles in. He slowly inches towards your aching center. “Such a pretty pussy.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss to your puffy clit.
“The prettiest.” Steve agrees, he gathers Eddie’s hair out of the way for him and squeezes his shoulder gently. “I’ll be right back.”
Eddie languidly kisses and licks your folds, gathering all the evidence of the night on his tongue. He makes sure to be gentle, just like Steve said. He knows you’ve come back when your hands tangle in his hair. You gently tug him up by his roots and he obliges to the wordless command, crawling up into your embrace.
“Hey, pretty girl.” He smiles at you softly and positively glows when you smile back. “Feel good?” You nod and close your eyes, content. “Did so good, pretty. So good.”
“Thank you.” You peck his lips and he hums in gratitude. “You took care of me so well. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He grins, knowing that you caught onto the pun. “‘M sorry, by the way. For what I said.”
“No, Eddie.” You frown at him. “It’s okay, you didn’t know. I promise, it’s fine.”
“Okay,” He smiles softly and kisses you again, deeper this time. “I did good?”
“So good.” You nod at him, hands still tangled in his luscious locks. “Always knew you had a way with words, but damn.”
“Yeah?” He smiles pridefully.
“Mhm,” You hum and nod your approval. “Steve never finishes so quick.”
“He’s so easy to read.” He giggles.
“Tell me about it.” You laugh. “He gets this little furrow between his brows right here.” You thumb at the spot you’re referencing on Eddie’s forehead. Between the brows but a bit closer to the left one. “That’s when you know he’s close.”
“Stop exposing all my secrets.” Steve groans as he walks back into the living room. His arms are full of water bottles and a rogue pack of lemon biscuits he must have found in the back of the pantry. A towel wet with warm water hangs against his forearm like a butler in a fancy restaurant. “Gotta stay hydrated.”
“Thank you, Stevie.” You smile as you and Eddie sit up, your arms out in want of a water bottle. Steve hands you one and Eddie the other, placing his own and the biscuits on the coffee table.
“Lean back, baby.” Steve instructs Eddie, whose eyes stay on you as you guzzle your water.
“He means you, Eds.” You giggle as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, reaching over for the biscuits.
Eddie’s eyes grow wide as he looks at Steve, who only nods at him and gently pushes his shoulders back. Steve gets down on the floor and situates himself between Eddie’s knees.
He gently drags the warm towel over Eddie’s still semi-hard cock and down along his balls. “Want me to take care of you?” Steve asks, eyes all round and sincere.
“No, that’s okay.” Eddie shakes his head. “Twice is more than enough for one night, three times would be greedy.”
“No such thing.” You shake your head as you dust off your hands from the biscuit you stuffed into your mouth, coming over to drape yourself against Eddie’s side. “You did so well for us today, Eddie baby. If you want one more, we won’t say no.”
“Yeah, promise.” Steve nods as he cleans up his own cum from Eddie’s stomach.
“No, no, I’m serious. I’m not shy, I’d tell you.” He shakes his head. “It’s too sensitive right now. Besides, he’ll go down in a couple minutes.”
“Alright, if you say so.” Steve sighs, shuffling on his knees to come in front of you. “You too, sweet girl. Lean back, let me assess the damage.”
“Always so nice to me, Stevie.” You smile as you listen to his instructions. “Almost like you love me or something.”
“Yeah,” Steve huffs in amusement, “Almost.” He drags the other side of the towel against your inner thighs, the rough fabric getting cooler by the second. He cleans up what Eddie didn’t get and then some. “All done.” He pats your thigh and gets up, grabbing your hand to pull you up with him. “Go to the bathroom, then meet in my room, yeah?”
“Okay.” You nod happily, pecking Steve on the cheek and Eddie on the head as you happily strut off.
“Come on, let’s go.” Steve grabs Eddie’s hand this time and drags him upstairs to the bedroom. It happens so fast, Eddie barely has the time to think himself back into that spiral.
By the time the boys are settled in bed, curled up around each other, both in a pair of Steve’s boxers, you’re back.
“Oh,” You pause as you take in their outfits. “I wanna be matching, too.” You decide, and turn to rummage in Steve’s drawers. The boy in question only chuckles at your antics. You quickly shuffle into a pair of blue plaid ones to complement Steve’s choice of red and Eddie’s choice of black before climbing into the bed, making a place for yourself between them.
You curl into Eddie and nuzzle your face into his neck, Steve quick to follow and sandwich you between the two of them, his arm thrown out across your waist and onto Eddie’s to pull him closer.
Eddie doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but right now, he can’t bring himself to care.
Oh— oh I'm thinking about Eddie who smokes a cig in the middle of fucking you
Cw: nsfw 18+, petnames, Eddie being sexy and cocky, creampieeee, cunnilingus, tiny itty bit of anal play, smoking
He smells like vanilla on nights like this — the scent of pine and the wood seeping into his clothes and soft against his skin from sitting outside in the forest air too long.
He's still dressed — silver chain clinking as he thrusts into you at the foot of his bed. Auburn bangs stick to his forehead, and his brows furrow a bit when you squeeze around him. His rings bite into the plush of your thighs where he holds you open, pushing your legs back into your chest.
You're a mess under him; your eyes are watery, and mascara's smeared around your lashes. It's hard to breathe in the heady pleasure, the stretch of his cock pumping against your soft walls so deliciously that your head falls back onto the pillow Eddie'd put there for you to rest on.
Eddie's hand slips down to hold your ankle, pulling your leg up a bit to press a kiss to the sole of your foot. He presses another to your anklebone, the pad of his thumb soothing the warm skin there when he pulls back to watch you. his plush bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his dark eyes heavy with lust.
"Open your eyes."
you struggle with the command for a moment, forcing your heavy eyes open, a few stray tears trickle down your flushed cheeks. Eddie wipes the smudged mascara from under your bottom lashes.
"You're bein so good, y'know that?"
You inhale a shaky breath, nodding dizzily.
Eddie props your ankle up onto his shoulder and slips his hand down to where his cock pumps into your heat; his silver bracelet slips down to rest against your heat. The cool metal makes your thighs tremble.
Your eyes flutter a bit when the calloused pad of his thumb meets your rimmed hole. You immediately grasp his wrist to steady yourself and he chuckles at you.
"That feel good?"
"Mhm," you let your eyes fall shut, wet lashes tickling your cheeks.
Eddie hums, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, thumb still gently circling your rimmed hole.
The soft motions are over as soon as they begin when you feel Eddie reach for something in his jeans pocket.
Your mind still foggy, and eyes closed, relishing in the soft pull and pump of his cock stretching you open. A moan swells on your tongue when the girth of him pulses against your walls.
The soft clink of a lighter makes your eyes pop open.
It's hard not to cum on the spot just at the way he looks right now. Eddie looks fucking empyreal — frizzy dark hair framing his soft cheeks like a halo and the flame illuminating his plush lips where his cig sits.
His brows furrow as he lights the foot of it. A large ringed hand holds you open at your knee, thumb stroking your skin softly. Still leisurely pumping into your heat.
Tendrils of smoke swirl in the amber warmth of Eddie's room. The sight is absolutely delicious — Eddie tilts his head back to blow a billow of smoke from his lips, thick dark hair cascading down his shoulders to pair prettily against his decorated vest.
a small whine rolls up your throat and passes your swollen lips before you're able to catch yourself in your need.
Eddie lolls his head a bit to the side to meet you with dark lidded eyes. He holds the cig off to the side so that the smoke doesn't drift your way.
"Eds," you mewl, breath hitching.
He looks rather tepid at your messy state; a small smirk forms at the corner of his lip when your lips part and your eyes flutter shut again at a particularly deep thrust.
"Yeah? Right there, huh?"
You can hardly breathe, digging your nails into the plush underside of your thighs to spread yourself wider for him. You nod, whimpering brokenly.
"Tell me, baby."
Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
"Yes, right there, Eds." You slip a hand down to circle your swollen clit, "Oh my god," you sob.
"Atta girl," Eddie muses. The smirk in his voice makes you clench around him.
You watch him, slack-jawed as he places the cig back in his mouth and uses both hands to press into the soft backs of your thighs, pushing your knees into your chest, opening you up for him.
Dark bangs fall over his brows a bit when he drops his head downward to watch the way his cock splits you open. He groans around the cigarette, dragging his cock out to where the red flushed head spreads your folds before pushing all the way to the hilt.
His rings are cold against your thighs, and the rough denim of his jeans rubs juuusst right against the fat of your ass, where you rest on the edge of his bed.
You already know you're not gonna last when he drops his hand from your thigh to take another drag, still watching his cock slip in and out of your heat.
"M'sorry, Eddie," voice quiet and subdued.
Eddie hums, taking hold of your thigh, cig resting between his lips again.
"What for, baby?" He asks around the cig, not even bothering to meet your eyes.
"M'gonna cum," You whimper tearfully, "Can't hold it."
Eddie shakes his head and moves his hand from your thigh to circle his thumb against your clit, leaning back a bit to add to the stretch of his cock pressing into your soft walls.
"Don't worry about it." his hand that still rests on your thigh moves to hold your ankle, pushing your knee deeper into your chest, "Y'r body's gonna operate on its own schedule, sweetheart."
The reassurance in his voice makes the wound coil snap, and you're immediately moaning and tightening around him as you cum. Walls flexing and contracting around his thick girth, you drop your chin to your chest and tense.
Eddie snorts down at you around the cig, shaking his head to move his hair out of his eyes, his snicker breaks off into a low groan when your pussy tightens around him again, "Christ, y'weren't kiddin'."
You're a fucked-out mess in his sheets, hair sticking to your temples, and face hot. You bring your hands up to your tits, squeezing and pushing the soft of them absentmindedly, soothing yourself as Eddie strokes you through the waves of pleasure.
"Oh—" Eddie happens to look up at you from under his bangs, rhythm faltering, "Yeah, play with y'r pretty titties fr'me."
His balls press up against your soaked folds, and you sigh happily, dragging your finger down between the clammy valley of your breasts.
"Y'gonna cum, Eds? Want you t'cum in me," You say softly.
Eddie chuckles at you, shaking his head dubiously.
"Yeah, M'gettin' there. Just gimmie a moment."
When he cums, it's a warm heat that sends shivers up your spine and makes your toes curl. Eddie only waits a second before pulling all the way out of you with a groan, watching the way his cum trickles down your swollen folds.
He kneels down and presses his mouth to the lips of your cunt, lapping at your shared taste and soothing your sensitivity all in the same. He holds the cig off to the side and uses his free hand to pull the lips of your pussy apart. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen," He presses a kiss to your clit on his way up.
You flush, averting your eyes when he stands up and shoves his length back into his jeans, silver chain clinking softly.
He's been watching you the whole time. He takes a drag of his cigarette and makes his way over to the nightstand next to where you're still lying on his bed.
Eddie runs his hand over your hair.
"Does gettin' your pussy called pretty make y'shy?" He coos teasingly, leaning down to press a kiss to your warm cheek.
He smells like vanilla and cigs. A warmth settles into your tummy. He smells like home.
You giggle and shy away, stuffing your face into his pillow. He entertains it for a bit, poking and prodding parts of your body until he decodes it's enough.
" 'Kay, get up n'go pee so I can make us dinner," he gestures towards the door of his room.
With shaky legs, you scramble off the bed, but not before Eddie catches you by the arm and pulls you into his chest, pressing a wet kiss to your lips.
"I love you Eddie," you whisper against his lips.
''Love y'too, sweetheart."
You pull back with a squeal, and Eddie grins down at you before nodding towards his bedroom door again and landing a smack to your asscheek.
"You're just a tight piece of ass, ain'tcha?" Eddie hums and you shriek before running out towards the bathroom.
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Fanfiction is so silly. I am playing with my dolls and people are coming over to watch. Some of them even clap and give me compliments. And when I'm done playing, I can go and watch other people play with their dolls.
But somehow if I had a second chance at that moment, I would do it all over again. Because I love you, in a way you can’t understand. Maybe you never will.
Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller
in THE LAST OF US
S02E06 | "The Price"
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