#srry again

eddie likes fucking you in front of a mirror, one that’s probably hung up on your bedroom wall. at first, he’d be fucking you missionary on the bed, pushing your head over the edge with his fingers at your throat to make you watch. as he would slam into you, an idea would pop into his head at the sight of you watching him through the mirror. he would pull his dick out of your leaking cunt and climb off of you, pulling you with him to your floor and placing you in front of the mirror. he would snake an arm around your waist to lift your ass into the air and when he’d have you just so, he’d tangle his fingers in your hair to pull you at eye level with the mirror.

his thighs would spread yours open, your kneecaps brushing against your rough carpet as he pushed his hips in yours, urging you forward. you would have to steady yourself with a hand on the mirror, a gasp leaving your throat when he pushes his dick back inside you. eddie would go slow like this at first, indulging in the way you’d moan out his name with each agonizing thrust. “faster, eddie, please, can’t take it” you’d breathe out, hips rutting against him to push his dick deeper inside.

“if that’s what you want, baby” he would pull all the way out, his tip ghosting over your folds. “consider it done” and he’d slam back deep inside your cunt. you’d scream out his name while he pressed at your g spot with each heavy plunge and the sloshing sounds of your bodies connecting echoed through your room. “mmm, yeah? you like that? watching yourself being fucked like a whore?” he’d ask between grunts and you’d cry out “yes! s-so good eddie!”

your body shaking with your nearing orgasm, your head would droop and your eyes would be gazing into the carpet below you. eddie wouldn’t like that; he’d tighten his grip in your hair, ensuring the makeshift ponytail was taut around his fingers before roughly tugging your head back up. you’d moan out from the pain, but you would obey his silent command, eyes locking with his in the mirror. “look so pretty like this, princess” he’d hum, pushing you further into the mirror. “give y’self a little kiss f’me, hmm?” you would feel his hand at the base of your skull guiding you closer to your reflection, your fucked out eyes hardly able to focus as you pressed your swollen lips to the cool glass. eddie would lose it at the sight, hips rutting into you impossibly faster and the sounds of slapping skin and your moans would push him over the edge. the sounds he’d make while his release coated your walls would be what had you seeing stars.

when the two of you would come down, eddie would sit back against your bed, pulling you into his body to sit lazily on his lap. “you are always so fucking good to me, my pretty little devil” he’d whisper and press a kiss to your warm cheek, nuzzling his face against yours. you would squeeze his arms that rested on your bare chest, your fingers drawing lazy circles up and down.