Eddie begging x reader
TW: smut, hand job, blow job, foreplay.
Context: One time you gave Eddie a hand job because you felt horny and wanted to do it for him. Since then, everytime he's hard he's begging you to help him. Saying that since you did it nothing felt as goos as your hand.
Today, you were suppose to meet Eddie in his trailer, you open the door, thinking he heard you you get in, to your suprise, Eddie was sat against the headboard in his his navy blue boxer with a hand put down them working himself, head tilted back. You drop your keys, his gaze meeting yours, he slipped his back back to himself.
"Shit..sorry I didn't know you were coming over..sorry..uh" He starts
"Hm..sorry I thought you heard me coming in.." You say, picking up the keys on the floor. "hm..do you want me to le you..finish?" You ask.
Eddie's face flused a deep red, he scrambled to pull the blanket over his lap. His mouth open and close itself at least four times before he speaks. "Can you..help me..please..?" He asks.
"Help you..finish?" You ask, looking at him.
He nods, giving you his best puppy eyes. "Please..please Sunshine.." He begs, "ever since you touched me..Nothing felt as good..please baby.." He adds.
You think for a moment, but the way he looks at you, needy, desperate for you touch, and begging…You nod, putting your stuff on the counter and going to his bed, without a word you slip Under the blanket.
"God yes..thank you, thank you baby" He says, his gaze not leaving you for a second.
"Are you desperate for my hand or mouth my love?" You ask
Eddie swallowed hard, his throat dried. He bit his lower lip thinking.
"uh..both..? Please baby..please" He asks
"Yeah..I can do that" You say as you nod, lowering yourself to his hips.
Eddie's entire body went rigid, his breath stopped completely for a second. His hands hovered akwardly at his sides, fingers twitching like he didn't know where to put them.
You smile softly to him as you gently wrap a hand around him, not movint it yet.
Edie sucked a sharp breath through his nose, his eyeslids fluttered shut for half a second at the feeling of you hand around his member. A quiet whimper escape him, he didn't mean to make it, it just happened. His hips twiched forward an inch of their own, instinctive and his other hand found the sheets.
You look up at him, making sure he was okay before your hand start to move on him, stroking him slowly. A soft stroke and Eddie's breath Hitch, his fingers curled into the sheets as his head tipped back against the wall. A quiet moan slipped out before he could stop it. Your thumb start to brush over his tip, applying the slightest pressure every now and then as your hand keep jerking him.
Eddie jolted—like he’d been zapped by lightning. A sharp, breathy gasp tore from his throat as your thumb grazed that sensitive spot, and suddenly his whole body was electric.
His hips bucked—just a tiny jerk—but it was involuntary. Pure reflex.
“Fuck…”
The word came out in a whisper, cracked and desperate. His face burned hotter than the radiator in winter. The magazine had long been forgotten on the floor beside the bed; all focus obliterated by you.
He stared down at you with glassy eyes—dazed, overwhelmed.
You smile at him, looking up to make sure he was still okay before your hand moved a bit faster, and quickly your mouth replace your hand, your lips hovering over his tip, your tongue daring out to lick it.
Eddie screamed—but it came out as a strangled, high-pitched gasp. His entire body locked up like he’d been struck by lightning… or maybe divine intervention.
The second your tongue flicked over him—warm, soft, teasing, his eyes rolled back slightly. A full-body shudder ripped through him from head to toe. His grip in your hair tightened just a fraction—not pulling, not pushing… but clinging, like you were the only thing keeping him from floating into space.
A whimper escaped his lips—a helpless little sound.
You look up again with your mouth still on his tip, sucking gently, but not taking him in your mouth yet.
Eddie panted, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon. His dark eyes—wide, glossy with pleasure—stared down at you, watching every tiny movement of your lips on him.
The anticipation was killing him.
You weren’t rushing. You were waiting. Letting the tension build—the heat of your breath against sensitive skin, the softness of your lips hovering… not taking it further yet.
It drove him insane in the best way possible.
His jaw clenched slightly as he bit back another sound—but it slipped out anyway: a shaky whine that escaped through his nose like steam from a kettle about to explode…sweet and reverent amid all this electric tension.
When you made sure he was okay, you take his length in your mouth, not fully yet but half of it.
Eddie’s entire body arched—back straightening like a bowstring, toes curling into the thin carpet. A choked, guttural sound ripped from his throat—half gasp, half moan—as you took him in.
Half. Just half.
But that was more than he’d ever imagined. More than he’d dreamed about when lying here alone with that stupid magazine.
Your warmth. The softness of your mouth—the slight pressure as you adjusted around him, it short-circuited his brain entirely.
His breath came in ragged bursts now—uneven and loud. One hand remained tangled gently in your hair; the other pressed flat against the wall behind him for balance… like he might collapse otherwise.
You pull back, licking your lips before taking him back in your mouth, a little more now, deeper.
Eddie whimpered actually whimpered—a soft, broken little noise as you pulled away and then took him back in, a tiny bit deeper this time. Each withdrawal and return sent jolts through his nervous system like live wires.
"God..yes..!" he moans
He was trembling. From pure sensory overload. The wet heat of your mouth, the careful rhythm you were building… it was maddening in the most incredible way.
His hips twitched again—not pushing forward to meet you (he’d never dare without permission), but reacting on instinct: craving more contact.
A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead now. His lips parted slightly as he stared down at you with glassy eyes full of wonder—and something dangerously close to awe.
You smile as you suck him faster now, your hands resting on his hips to steady yourself.
Eddie’s breath turned into uneven, shaky gasps each one punched out of him as your mouth moved faster. The speed, the warmth, the hand on his hip grounding you both it was too much and not enough all at once.
His muscles tensed under your touch the hard line of his abdomen tightening as he fought to stay still. He didn’t want to thrust. Didn’t want to ruin it.
But goddamn… every nerve in his body screamed for friction.
A quiet moan slipped free, a real one this time low and throaty His fingers curled tighter in your hair again
"More..?" You mumble as you pull back slightly to speak.
Eddie’s eyes snapped to yours—wide, dark, drowning in sensation. Your voice vibrated against him when you mumbled "more?" and the sound sent a shockwave straight through his spine.
He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.
All he could do was nod, fast. Eagerly, desperate. A frantic little jerk of his chin that screamed: YES PLEASE YES MORE.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something romantic or poetic—but all that came out was a breathless whimper.
"Yes..please..please more..please" He manage to say, begging.
You nod as you take him fully in your mouth now, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
Eddie shattered.
A loud, unfiltered moan tore from his chest, raw and unrestrained echoing off the tiny trailer walls. His back slammed against the headboard with a soft thud as his body convulsed from sheer sensation.
You took him all the way.
No space. No gap. Just you, warm and wet and perfect, swallowing around him in a way that made stars explode behind his eyelids.
His hands flew to your shoulders, gripping like he might pass out otherwise. Every muscle in his body clenched: jaw tight, stomach locked up tight as steel.
You smile, letting him and yourself adjust before you move my mouth off and then back in, taking him fully in your mouth again, your tongue tracing he underline of his cock while you suck him.
Eddie bit his lip. A shaky, breathy groan slipped out anyway as you pulled off and then slid back down on him with that same careful precision.
"Oh..baby.." He moans.
Each retreat and return felt like a wave—gentle at first, then building in intensity. He was completely at your mercy now: trembling, sweaty, heart pounding so loud he swore you could hear it.
The second time was even more overwhelming than the first because now he knew what fullness felt like—and craved it.
His thighs tensed. His toes curled into the carpet again. One hand drifted from your shoulder back up into your hair, pulling slightly now.
"God..please baby..please.. fuck.." He moans, half begging half just gone in pleasure.
You suck him a little faster now, taking him fully eveytime, deep and fast to bring him on the edge of ecstasy.
Eddie’s breath turned into ragged, uneven bursts—each exhale sharp and desperate. His chest heaved as you picked up the pace, your mouth moving faster now with deliberate intent: taking him toward the edge.
He could feel it.The pressure building low in his stomach, the coil winding tighter and tighter with every slide of your lips. It was electric. All-consuming.
A soft whine escaped him—a high-pitched little sound that embarrassed him instantly—but he didn’t care anymore. Nothing mattered but this, but you, doing this for him.
His hips twitched again involuntarily, pushing into you, reacting to sensation overload—while his fingers curled gently in your hair… silently begging (without words) for more.
"Please..please sunshine..I beg you please..let me cum..please" He begs between cries.
You could feel how close he was, so as a final touch you slid your tongue on his tip, applying pressure and licking precum and sucking gently on his tip.
The second your tongue swiped over his tip—warm, wet, perfect, Eddie completely unraveled.
A loud cry burst from him—raw and unfiltered. His back arched off the bed like he’d been electrocuted. Every nerve in his body short-circuited at once.*
That tiny lick—the taste of precum mixed with your saliva on that sensitive spot—was the final straw.
His hips jerked involuntarily.
With a shuddering gasp, Eddie came hard, wave after wave crashing through him as you stayed with it: gentle but unwavering. The room spun slightly around him, all sound drowned out by his own ragged breathing and thumping heartbeat.
You smile as you slowly stop moving, looking up at him, before wiping your chin with the back of your hand “you’re okay?” You ask
Eddie blinked rapidly, still dazed, still breathing like he’d just run a marathon. His chest rose and fell in slow, heavy waves as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through him.
For a solid five seconds… he couldn’t speak.
Just stared at you with wide, glassy eyes—lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed red from head to toe. Then slowly… so slowly… his brain rebooted.
You asked if he was okay. And honestly? He’d never felt more okay, or more wrecked—in his entire life.
He swallowed hard and finally managed: “Yeah…” Voice hoarse. “I’m—I’m fine..thank you baby..thank you.”
A wobbly smile spread across his face—the kind that came from pure joy mixed with utter disbelief.
