It All Started With Pizza
Summary: It’s 1988 and Eddie is in his first year of college. You can’t really stand him but he’s been picked as your partner for a project so you’ve both been spending a lot of time together the past month to work on your project. Study sessions have somehow turned into movie nights and suddenly you start to forget why you dislike him so much.
Warnings: 18+, Sexual themes, body image insecurities, swearing.
Note: This is a super long one, so get your popcorn, grab a drink and brace yourselves. Enjoy :) I also really appreciate feedback! Comments and re-blogs are cherished dearly!
“Okay - No, stop stop. I can’t watch this anymore. What are you doing?” Eddie asks from his spot next to you, where he’s sat closer than he needs to be.
He’s glancing from your naked pizza slice, then to your face with an incredulous expression.
You look to your pizza slice and back to him. “Knitting a sweater, what does it look like I’m doing?”
He rolls his eyes, wiping some sauce from the corner of his mouth away with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it. “Smart ass. Look, I was able to look past the pineapple on pizza thing - you psycho, but I can’t sit here and watch you eat the topping and then the base like some lunatic.”
You just give him a blank stare so he continues his rant, “it’s like watching someone take a bite out of the middle of a burrito, or taking a bite out of a whole Kit Kat instead of breaking it apart - were you raised by savages?”
This seems to really be bothering him and you find it fantastic.
You watch his face as you turn your empty pizza slice around, bringing it to your mouth as you take a bite out of the crust first and watch him look like he’s about to have a mental breakdown.
“Some people just wanna watch the world burn, Eddie.” You shrug, fighting the urge to cackle at his mouth hung open with wide eye mortified eyes.
“You’re gonna eat the rest of your pizza like that now, aren’t you?” He looks disgusted by the thought and you love it.
“Absolutely.” You agree without missing a beat and turn your face away to watch the tv again, ignoring Eddie who’s staring at you while you continue to bastardise the simple act of eating pizza.
You continue to watch the movie whilst Eddie sits his pizza box on the coffee table before asking if you were finished with yours; to which you nodded and he placed the box from your lap and onto the table.
As you continue to watch the movie, you realise you much preferred it when you were eating, having something to distract yourself and stop you from fidgeting with your hands, because now they’re just fidgeting in your lap which isn’t being helped by Eddie’s periodic stares at you.
“You’ve got an interesting way of watching movies..” You dig at him with a dry tone, when his eyes are focused on the side of your head instead of the tv.
“You’ve got an interesting way of eating pizza - we’ve all got our quirks.” He throws back, refusing to look away and you want to squirm on the spot with how anxious it’s making you.
“Watch the movie, weirdo.” You huff, barely able to pay attention to what you’re watching on the screen; wanting to bite your tongue off when you accidentally glance at him and your eyes go to his mouth before snapping away.
“Far more interested in what I’m watching right now actually.” He says with a tilt of his head, and you close your eyes with a drawn out frustrated sigh.
He leans closer, barely keeping an inch between the side of your face and his nose, you feel his breath against your cheek. You just keep your eyes firmly planted on the screen and dig your nails into the palms of your hands to soothe the way your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.
“You okay (y/n)? Something you want?” He asks with a suggestive amused drawl that makes you clamp your teeth down on the inside of your cheek.
“I want you to watch the movie.” You blurt out with your voice hitching in your throat, which only makes him smile and look even more pleased with himself.
He hums a disbelieving “mm-hmm.” But leans back; facing the tv again. You fight to nearly throw yourself off the couch when he shifts to lay down all of a sudden.
He throws his feet up over the arm of the couch, laying his back to the pillow, his head on your lap; lacing his fingers together to rest on his chest as he watches the tv with a casual expression.
“Um, what are you doing?” You ask, hovering your hands above him with no idea where to put them, while he tries to hide his lips twitching up at the corners.
“Watching the movie like you told me to do.”
You don’t know what to say, or what to do with your hands so you just stay rigid; swallowing down the dry feeling in your mouth as you opt to rest your arms along the back of the couch to avoid touching him, which only makes him grin.
The rest of the movie was like being in hell, you couldn’t even concentrate on it.
There’s a moment when you swear on purpose, Eddie moves one hand down to pull up the hem of his shirt over over his stomach; acting like he had an itch he needed to scratch but then just left his hand on his exposed soft stomach and carved hips that his pants had shifted dangerously low on.
He rested his other arm hung above his head, the top of his arm rested against your thigh while his hand rested against the couch and his fingers made a habit of grazing against the side of my bare thigh occasionally.
By the time the movie was over your stomach was in that many knots, you swore it was practicing to be a sailor and your muscles ached in your body from how tense you’ve been that whole time.
Eddie acted completely oblivious to your distress, moving up off the couch and asking how he should go about putting some music on and when you explained how to; you gave him another suspicious look when he put The Smiths on from your tape collection to play into your stereo speakers.
He returns to the couch to sit next to you, raising a brow and pointing a finger in your face. “Don’t act like you’re the only one with ‘good’ music taste.”
You roll your eyes, but Eddie just looks over your figure, “You seem tense.”
It reminds you of the night you two played pool at the Bar last week, and your heart thumps at the memory of him leaning over you and pressing his body against you.
You don’t say anything, too distracted from the memory and Eddie grabs your attention by grasping your hand, “I want to try somethin’, loosen you up a bit.”
You look at him with panic flashing across your face, which makes him clarify what he means straight away, “I just meant give you a head massage -I’m really good at them.”
You shake your head, leaning back, “Oh no, I’m good. I don’t like massages or people touching me. It’s torture, not relaxing for me at all.”
It’s true. You hate physical contact for the most part, you’ve never understood how people got massages or things like pedicures as a form of relaxation because to you, a stranger touching you is the worst thing you can possibly think of. You’d literally pay someone to not touch you.
He pulls his lips to the side with a disbelieving look, and tugs at your hand again, “If you really don’t want me to touch you, i wont - but i’d like if you gave me a chance, I might surprise you.”
You press your lips together in a flat line when he gives you the most pathetic begging puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. Oh for fuck sake, you think. “Fine. But i’m telling you, I’m going to hate it.”
His solemn expression turns into a bright smile, and he gestures between his legs spread apart where he is sitting, “Just say the word and I stop whenever you want - come on, sit on the floor between my legs.”
You roll your eyes again, “Bet you’re gonna love that, getting me on the floor between your legs.” You sigh, pulling yourself forward up off the couch and moving to sit on the ground between his legs with your shoulders against the back of the couch and his knees either side of your head.
“Doesn’t do much for me unless you’re on your knees, sweetheart.” He jabs back, and for some reason it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. It’s like you’re just becoming accustomed to his crass sense of humour.
At least, you though he was joking, right?
“It could be a cold day in hell before that happens.” You quip and hear his laugh under his breath as he starts to run his fingers through the top of your hair to pul it back away from your face.
“Oh I dunno,” He grins, shifting forward on the couch so his thighs are either side of your shoulders; how he manages to spread his legs in those jeans, you’ll never know. “If you knew the shit I’ve seen - miracles happen every day.”
“In your dreams.” You scoff, feeling your muscles constrict when his long fingers slide into your hair up from the base of your neck.
You’re fighting your natural instinct to recoil away, and panic over someone being so close. You don’t know how this is anxiety is ever meant to feel good.
You still don’t rightfully know why you’re even letting him do this.
…You know the answer is buried deep down, you’re not stupid but you’re refusing to acknowledge it because it will tumble you off a cliff that you’re not ready to go down. It’s better to keep those doors closed in your mind, you’re just humouring him.
Eddie stays silent, as his fingers begin to work against your scalp; massaging his fingers in slow motions as he moves up your head. You’re shocked by the feeling, it’s like you had strings pulled taught on every limb in your body that have just been cut and your body slumps; and the more his long fingers work it starts sending waves of tingles radiating down your spine.
Goosebumps prickle over your skin, and your head lulls back while your eyes close. “Just relax.” He coos, keeping his voice soothing and you think to yourself, this doesn’t feel terrible at all.
“How about we share some secrets?” Eddie asks, and even though your eyes are closed you can feel his eyes fixed on you as your head slumps further back.
You feel like a limp doll, like all of the tension in your body is melting away and to be perfectly honest you’ve never really had that. You’ve always been wound up too tight to let it happen, let alone have anyone do this.
You’re always tensing some part of your body every second; whether it’s subconsciously clenching your teeth or jaw, tensing your shoulders or clenching your fists, you’re always on edge. Even in your sleep.
“Okay” You agree, feeling far too compliant at the moment with these warm waves washing through your body as his fingers somehow unravel every bit of tight pressure in your body.
“That was easy.” Eddie points out in surprise, but doesn’t hesitate to take up the opportunity to ask the first question. “When was your last relationship?” He asks, smoothing his fingers up from the base of your neck.
You swallow, wetting your lips. “three years ago.”
You wish you could go back to who you were before you met your ex, he damaged you almost beyond repair.
Eddie gives you an acknowledging hum and you decide to start your own prying, “What about you?”
“I was with someone for two years, ended five months ago - is this ex the reason why you haven’t been with anyone else?”
You let out a long sigh but it’s not an anxious one, its almost a pleasured one from the feelings flickering around your body over how nice this feels.
You’re barely even paying attention to what you’re talking about.
“Partly, but not entirely.” You drag out, relaxing your head back further as Eddie keeps his fingers laced in your hair and moves them to massage the side of your head. “Do you miss your ex?”
Again his answer is simple and fast, but he doesn’t even sound like he’s concentrating on what he’s saying as his own voice becomes slow “I don’t. Don’t you miss it though? Someone making you feel good?”
“Can’t miss what you’re never had.” You reply under your breath without though, feeling your breathing shallow and you could literally moan at how incredible this feels.
It’s the truth though, it’s a large part about why you’re so complacent about sex. Sure it feels okay but if you’re being totally honest, you don’t think you’ve ever loved a single hand that’s touched you. It’s never been about you enjoying it, it was always about you being enjoyable for the other person.
It was never about you or how you felt, it was always about them. Your pleasure only mattered if it benefit them but for the most part they wanted you to inflate their ego, not actually make you feel good.
You could’ve won an oscar with some of your performances.
Eddie’s fingers pause in your hair and it makes you slowly blink your groggy eyes open, jumping when you see his face much closer to yours that you expected.
His pupils are blown out, with his lips hooding his eyes but his brows are pinched together as he darts his gaze over your face.
There’s several mixed emotions mixing together over his face that are confusing you; there’s sadness, irritation and to be honest you don’t know if hungry is an emotion, but he looks that too.
Eddie’s fingers slip from your hair as he slides his hands to hold either side of your face, and he leans closer flicking between your eyes.
It’s getting harder to breathe, it feels like everything else in the room has evaporated - you can’t even hear the music.
His tongue darts out to dampen his lower lip, and his voice is soft but low as he speaks.
“I could show you, you know… I could make you feel good… if you let me.”
Your chest tightens at the same time your stomach jolts when he dips his head down to lean close enough that his nose nudges your chin. “Can’t stop thinking about it to be honest.” He murmurs, hovering his mouth over yours but not going further.
His long fingers are around the underside of your jaw, tilting your chin up more till there’s barely a hairs width between your mouths and you can almost feel his lips touch yours as he speaks.
You don’t think your heart knows whether to give up or beat a hundred mile an hour, it feels like it’s trying to do both and your breathing is so shallow you barely feel it.
Eddie takes the fact that you haven’t smacked his or yanked yourself away from him as a positive sign, because he nudges your lower lip with his own before murmuring “Dyin’ to kiss you - but that’s up to you… Do you want to kiss me?”
Both sides of your brain are screaming at each other while your skin heats over your whole body, and you can barely make out what the war in your head is arguing about.
Eddie sighs, slipping his tongue out to ghost against your lower lip and every organ you have clenches while you ball your hands into fists. “Go on (y/n), do what you want…” he dares in a low whisper.
It’s a split second before I’m sucking in a breath and closing the fraction of a distance between the both of you, pressing your lips against his; feeling completely out of your mind.
As soon as the pressure of your lips touching his happens, Eddie takes a firmer hold on your jaw; drawing in a sharp breath through his nose before he starts to mould his mouth against your own.
Everything feels like it goes from this frozen tense moment, like cracks slowly splintering in glass until the pressure gets too much and it shatters.
The kiss only lasts a few seconds, then his mouth is being torn from yours while he grabs under your arms to pull your up to your knees; turning you and tugging you up until you’re crawling onto him, but the second you’re facing him again his lips are connecting with yours as you struggle to keep up.
You’re not even thinking, your body is just doing whatever the fuck it feels like apparently. It’s almost like you’ve blacked out, your mind going blank and all you can do is feel.
He keeps pulling you towards him until your knees end up either side of his hips; panting out low moans into the kiss that just become more intense the second he taunts your lips with his tongue and you welcome it with your own.
Your skin feels like it’s on fire, boiling your insides along with it while you have your damn reality shattered and his hands roam around your body like he can’t decide where to put them.
He breaks his lips away, only to nip and kiss at your lower lip between his words “Tell me what you like.” He takes your lip between his teeth, to give it a gentle tug before releasing it and teases his tongue over it, “I’ll do whatever you like - tell me.”
Eddie waits for your answer but insecurity cripples you because you don’t know what to say to that, because well, you don’t know the answer.
You’ve had plenty of sexual experience but it’s never been about what you liked, you’ve never even thought about it.
Eddie pulls back at your hesitation and his brows crease, “Don’t be shy, you can tell me.”
“I, uh…” You clear your throat, feeling flustered, “I can’t tell you because… I don’t exactly know.”
His brows scrunch even further in confusion and you shrug your shoulders “No one’s ever asked me that before.”
His expression falls with a sigh as he presses his lips into an annoyed flat line “We need to have a serious talk about the kind of assholes that you’ve been with - but we can do that later.” He taps his fingers on your thigh as an indicator for you to get up. “C’mon, hop up.”
You give him a confused look, with your stomach dropping as you stand; thinking that the fact you told him this has made him change his mind and not want to touch you.
But he stands when you do, grasping your hand and starts walking you both towards your bedroom; looking at you over his shoulder and notices the insecurity on your face when he matches with a soft but determined look. “You don’t know what you like, and we are gonna do something about it. I’m gonna help you figure it out.”
Your eyes widen at how matter of fact he sounds, but he stops just as you reach your door and you hear wheezing and trotting footsteps behind you.
Eddie looks behind you to see your dog following, then looks to your face cocking his brow. “I know you love that dog - but he can’t watch, doubt he’s gonna wanna see what I’m gonna do to you.”
You give him a flat look that makes him bite on his lip with a cheeky grin, a look that makes you want to kiss him again instead of slapping him, like it used to.
You look at your dog and point to the couch, ‘Sorry, couch tonight - I’ll make it up to you I promise - go on, off you go.”
Your dog huffs and whines before turning and hanging his head; walking away with slow sad steps and you immediately feel terrible.
Eddie noticed the guilty look on your face, and pulls on your hand; tugging you into the room and shutting the door behind him before you can protest.
As soon as the door click shuts his hands are grabbing your face; crashing his lips into yours to kiss you so hard that you would’ve fallen over if his hands didn’t immediately let go of your face and grab behind your thighs instead; hoisting you up until your legs wrap around his waist and you squeak in shock at the action.
He walks you both towards the bed, stumbling while he tries to blindly find his way and you’re surprised that you both made it without him tripping and eating shit, hitting the ground when he turns and falls on the bed.
You throw your hands out to hit the bed as he does this, to stop yourself from nearly head butting him; but his mouth continues to attack yours while he moves your legs either side of his hips and grabs the hem of his shirt; tugging it up and only breaking the kiss to tear it up over his arms and head before he’s tossing it and latching his mouth onto yours again.
Both of your chests are heaving while the air in the room feels like it shoots to a thousand degrees, and Eddie grabs your hands to place them on his bare warm chest before his own hands explore over your torso in greedy, frantic touches.
His hips roll up from underneath you, grinding his centre against yours with a whine in the back of his throat and you’d snap your legs together at the sound, if you could.
His fingers grab the hem of your shirt as he starts to tug it up but then pauses, “is it okay? Can I take this off?” He checks, his words muffled against your lips.
You’re nodding before you can stop yourself, mumbling and agreeing “mhmm.” Against his lips; and next thing you know the material is being pulled up and torn off you, thrown aimlessly and his hands go back to exploring all of the new exposed skin that they can. His hands feel like they’re scorching every inch of skin they go over. Your head is spinning faster than a thrill ride at a funfair.
His lips kiss down your throat where he latches onto it, sucking the spot above your collarbone with his ragged breathing hitting your skin; making you whimper as he sucks and laps at the spot while his palms smooth up your back and his fingers stop at the back of your clasped bra.
“Can I undo this?” He rasps, snapping the band of the back of your bra against your skin.
You feel like you’ve been possessed because you didn’t even recognise your voice before it answered.
He swallows as he continues to pant, dragging his warm slick tongue up your neck to your jaw as his fingers undo the clasp with impressive ease.
The material of your bra starts to slip from your body; and you gasp in surprise when his hands go to your shoulders, grabbing you and flipping you both quicker than a crack whip and he’s hovering over you.
He pauses looking down at you with his face flushed and unruly hair draped around his face, glancing to your bra laying loose over your chest and he takes hold of it; not taking his eyes away while he slips it down your arms and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.
As soon as he drops your bra next to you both on the bed, your instinct is to cover your chest; looking away from him and cursing yourself in your head that you’re so ashamed.
You don’t know how to feel comfortable or proud of your body and the confidence Eddie has is something you envy, you can’t even look at yourself naked in the mirror.
“Don’t you dare.” Eddie scolds out of breath, grasping your arms to pull them away. “Don’t hide yourself.”
You close your eyes when he removes your arms from in front of you; wishing it made you invisible because you could curl up in a ball with how self conscious you feel.
“Fuck…” he cusses under his breath and you don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. “Look at me, honey.”
You keep your eyes closed and his voice gets more stern. “Look. At. Me.”
You force your eyes open, sucking all the air into your lungs the second you see the look on his face; it’s enough to make you want to shrink back into the bed as he stares at you under his brows.
He licks his lips, placing his palms against your stomach and you try not to cringe.
You often wonder what sex would be like not caring about your body, not spending the whole time wondering if the other person is disgusted by you or not.
“I don’t know what the hell you think is wrong with your body… because I can’t for the fucking life of me figure out a single problem with what I’m looking at right now.” He says, slipping his palms higher. “But I’m not you. I don’t see what you do - but we’re gonna work on that too… Because wanting to hide this,” his fingers knead and grope at the skin as they go higher, and he gestures his face down referring to your bare torso, “hiding this is just unacceptable.”
You swallow the harsh tightening in your throat, a mix of your own personal discomfort from feeling so exposed and the tension from his humid hands sliding up your skin.
He leans down, keeping his eyes on your face; kissing between your sternum and then drags his lips up over your left breast with his breath heating on your skin. “If I had it my way you’d never wear clothes again - I’m hooked now.”
You don’t know how something that was meant to be a compliment also sounded like a warning, but all you can do is watch helplessly as his mouth tastes and teases all over your chest.
You think you’re about to hyperventilate, you’ve never had something or someone be so intense.
To be fair, usually the sex would be over by now from your past experiences. Very in and out, over and done with. But he seems like he’s in absolutely no rush at all.
He pulls away just after he kitten licks at your nipple making your back arch up, and crawls off of you to stand at the edge of the bed; keeping his starving eyes on you as they dart all over your body like they can’t decide where to stay and he starts to undo his jeans, tugging them down once they’re open.
He lets out a relieved groan, once they’re down past his hips, which you’re assuming is from the lack of restriction he has now and you try not to look while he shuffles them down his legs to kick them off but the hard bulge, begging to get out of his briefs is hard to miss.
He brings his fingers up to push his hair away from his face and sighs, looking like he’s in pain, “You’re making it real fuckin’ difficult to have self control right now, (y/n).”
You just stare at him with your brows twitching together thinking, how? You haven’t done anything?
You chew on your lip, not sure what you should say while your chest rises and falls in slow but harsh breaths.
Eddie rubs his hands over his face, groaning a strained ‘fuck’ into his hands, before dropping them and stepping forward to hook his fingers under the material of your shorts; flicking his intense eyes up to yours. “Can I take these off? I want you to get under the covers after I do - if it’s okay?”
You give him a shy nod and he gives you a warning look. “You’ve got a voice, use it.”
“It’s okay.” You blurt under your breath, your ovaries feeling like they’re strangling themselves over the stern demanding tone of his voice.
His mood flips again as he smiles, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth - which looks far too adorable of an expression to have while he’s getting you naked and starts pulling your shorts down along with your underwear, but keeps his eyes on your face.
You hold your breath when he slips them off your legs and drops them to the floor next to the bed, gesturing his chin towards the pillows. “Under the covers.”
You will your body to move, shuffling up the bed as he watches your face and once you tug the covers back and climb under he moves to follow you.
“You’re leaving those on?” You question, glancing to his briefs and have no idea where you even got the guts to ask that.
Intimate moments are when you’re most insecure and not even your wit can save you.
He slides into the bed next to you, nudging you to lay on your back then urges you to roll on your side with your back facing him. “Trust me, much better for my self control if I leave these on this time.”
This time? You think. So he’s already on the next time assumption thing.
You scrunch your face up in confusion but then jolt when he scoots up behind you; wrapping his arm around your waist and slotting your shoulders flush against his firm chest that radiates heat through your body.
He rests his mouth near your ear and starts to trace patterns over your abdomen with his fingers. “I know it was a lot, letting me see you, so I thought we could try something else… I want you to be comfortable - we don’t have to rush anything…” 
There’s a strange tug in your chest, over how observant and thoughtful of that he was and how foreign it is that someone is being so attentive towards you.
“I’m gonna ask you some questions, you can answer however you want - there’s no wrong answer but I need you to use your voice, okay? Nodding isn’t gonna work for me.” He says in a gentle tone, flattening his hand against your stomach.
“Okay.” You breathe, biting down on your lip so hard you nearly taste blood when he leans up and his mouth goes to your neck again.
“Don’t be offended - but you’ve had an orgasm before, right?” He asks between slow kisses down your neck, making his way to your shoulder.
You think one word answers are the best you’re gonna be able to drag out, because you’re even struggling with just those. You have no idea where this is going.
He lets out a thoughtful hum, nipping at your shoulder as his hand moves higher to massage over your breast. “Has anyone else ever made you come? Or just yourself? Be honest.”
“Thought as much.” He sighs in a mutter, sounding annoyed but not towards you, your answer just seemed to frustrate him but he doesn’t sound surprised. “So you’ve never come during sex? Or from someone else touching you? Ever?”
“No.” You clear your throat, deciding to add, “just assumed I was defective or something, because I couldn’t.”
Eddie pauses and leans over to look at the side of your face, but you just stare at the wall. “There’s nothing wrong with you, understand me? If you can make yourself come, so can someone else. Whoever you’ve been with either didn’t know what the fuck they were doing, or didn’t deserve to touch you in the first place - the idiots never stopped to to ask you what you liked or tried to find out - they’re the fucking problem.”
His words are firm and direct, and you’re so used to his cheeky light nature that hearing him sound so harsh and serious makes your muscles tense. You don’t know why all of this has struck such a nerve with him, but he obviously feels very strongly about it.
“Point taken. I don’t have a broken vagina, good pep talk.” You quip with your voice tight, and the tension from Eddie’s speech breaks when a bright chuckle vibrates in his chest.
“Definitely don’t think it’s broken… maybe a little neglected but not broken” He teases, and you’re just about to fire back at him but he slides his hand down to grab your thigh to lift it; running his fingers up the area where your leg meets your groin. “Only one way to find out though.”
Your belly coils that tight you just about choke, your muscles twitching when he tickles his fingers over the hair on your pubic bone. “Can I touch you?”
You bite down on the inside of your cheek, hard. Your hips have the urge to shift forward of their own accord to encourage him, and you’re trying to adjust to constantly getting asked permission.
The normal side of your brain would have been sarcastic, but the hormonal one is the part that murmurs a shy “Yes.”
That three letter word has Eddie’s fingers ghosting down; making you grit your teeth when his careful fingertips drag a slow stroke between your folds; a deep long exhale leaving his mouth as he does.
His fingers move back and forth, exploring every slick bit of skin he can and you feel him shift on the spot behind you, like he’s trying to get comfortable.
“Feels pretty perfect to me, (y/n).” He murmurs, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to your jaw, “Just relax, want you to do something for me.”
You try ignore that voice in your head, the one that said you should’ve seen this coming and everyone wants something; because feeling him touching you feels exhilarating, even if it’s terrifying to finally be so vulnerable around someone.
You feel safe and for you that’s an unusual feeling in this situation.
He removes his hand from between your legs, taking your hand that you hadn’t even noticed was clamping the sheets and moves it down with his own, “I want you to touch yourself - what feels the best for you. Just place your hand on top of mine and move my fingers however you want.”
“Eddie I can’t - I can’t do that.” You stutter while you try and comprehend what he just said - you’re not confident enough for that, but he just tuts you.
“Yes you can.” He dismisses, placing both his and your hand between your legs and moves his fingers to rest against the sensitive spot that’s started to throb. “Just close your eyes, and breathe. You can do it, and I’m not moving my fingers until you do - it’s up to you.”
He applies more pressure but keeps his fingers still and you cuss under your breath, squeezing your eyes closed.
“While you’re deciding…” Eddie starts with a coy tone to his voice, still not moving his fingers that feel torturing at this point, “I’m pretty wrapped about the fact I turn you on, feeling how soaked you are. Enjoy kissing me that much do you?”
You can’t answer, you’re too distracted by the ache that’s getting worse between your legs that you haven’t felt in what feels like an entire lifetime ago.
Eddie just sounds amused now, and keeps talking with the smug expression evident in his voice “What else turns you on?”
You’re huffing out breaths through your nose, fighting to keep your hips still, and Eddie moves his lips to your ear. “What about dirty talk? That get you off? Let’s see if it does.” He drawls in a low voice that feels like it shivers down your spine from the drop to it.
“Wanna know how much you turn me on, sweetheart?” He breathes against your ear, his words slow and sound filthy enough from his tone; his hips press forward, his hard length clothed underneath his briefs circling against your behind and he moans - It has to be on purpose with how drawn out it is, before he continues to speak, “You feel that? Rock fucking hard for you, and it isn’t the first time either.”
“Know what I did last night?” He drags out, continuing to rock his hips against you while that ache between your legs makes you want to scream; and when you try to shift your hips he cups your hear, pinning you back against him to hold them still, “Just move my fingers, babe, you know what to do.” He taunts and you growl in frustration in the back of your throat which only makes him smile. “Now where was I? - Oh yeah, last night… I had a shower, know what I did while I was in there?”
You try to stop the strangled moan that echoes in your throat when he circles his erection against your behind in slow hard movements but your body betrays you like it has since you met this stupid boy.
“Was thinking about you, thinking about kissing you.” He murmurs, moving his head to press a kiss to your shoulder, “And I got so fucking hard; I couldn’t even concentrate. So I wrapped my fingers around myself… leant my other hand against the wall and started to fuck my fist; started slow and got faster and faster the more I thought about you, what it would be like to touch you… Have you in that shower with me… all the things we could do - and then you know what happened?”
You can even explain what is happening to your body at the moment, it feels like every nerve ending you have is screaming.
Eddie’s breathing gets heavier as he continues to grind himself against you, while his voice becomes thicker and he damn near moans his words out, “I came… really… really fucking hard. Could barely hold myself up, making filthy sounds I couldn’t control… if felt so good (y/n), so damn good.”
The image that is now burned into your brain is going to kill you, along with the sound of his voice.
You’re about to start wheezing, your throat feels like it’s closing on itself and you can’t take this anymore. You suck in a sharp gasp and use every ounce of non-existent confidence you have.
You grab his hand, placing yours over his and press his fingers against your aching nerves, whining at the relief when you start to move his fingertips in slow circles.
Eddie’s lips pull into a grin against your shoulder, and he hums to himself “Mmm, guess we can add dirty talk to the list of things that turn you on then.”
You circle your hips back against his fingers, whimpering at the feeling and christ, if you knew this is how food being with another person was meant to feel, you would’ve ended up like Eddie a long time ago. This is mind numbing.
“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Eddie coos, sounding breathless as his hips grind harder against you, “Didn’t know it was possible for you to get even wetter - making a mess of my fingers lovely girl.”
You’re going to have to get a priest to bless your shower head, so you can cleanse yourself under the water for a week straight after listening to that mouth of his.
You decide you’re not going to be the only one that’s a mess, and push your behind back against his centre as you start to work his fingers faster at the pressure and speed you know will unravel this painful knot in your gut that way you need it to.
Eddie grunts a low, guttural sound with a strained “Oh fuck.” following it, and thrusts his centre hard against you; dropping his humid forehead against your shoulder.
His fingers keep up the rhythm you have going, pushing you closer to that devastating feeling that’s making your stomach muscles start to tremble and you drop your hand away, unable to keep it there anymore and dig your nails into the mattress.
You haven’t even had a thought about what you should be doing, the sounds you should be making or how you should be reacting because that’s all you used to do - make sure you were reacting the way the other person wanted but right now you can’t think of a god damn thing, all you’re doing is relishing how incredible it feels. Your head is so quiet, and calm - it’s blissful.
His fingers continue to mimic the exact motions you showed him, playing your body like an instrument he mastered in minutes and you start to writhe against him while he grinds his centre against you like he’s consumed by his own movements.
“Oh god.” You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as that pressure starts to ripple out from your centre. “Faster- please, I need - please go faster.” You beg sounding incoherent, you just need that last little push to unravel everything.
Eddie moves his face to hover over yours, and you barely recognise his voice with how low and hoarse it is. “You gonna come for me, lovely girl?”
You bite down hard on your lip, scrunching your eyes shut tighter with a sharp desperate nod and Eddie nudges his nose against your cheek, “Kiss me - and I’ll go faster, I’ll make you feel so good, just kiss me.”
You turn your face, with his lips capturing yours as soon as they’re in reach and immediately the kiss is desperate. It’s wet tongues and careless lips while his fingers quicken against your sensitivity and he captures every single one of the choked moans that leave your throat.
Every muscle in your body tenses as the coil in your abdomen unravels and pulses out from your lower half through your body in shock waves; spasming your nerves and constricting your stomach as it does while your hips thrust and roll to ride the feeling as it washes over you.
Eddie’s fingers continue to drag the feeling out, pulling high pitched whimpers and strangled moans out of your chest while your kissing becomes uncoordinated until he spills his open mouth against yours when his hips jolt forward.
He chokes out a whimpered “Oh my fucking god.” against your mouth, his own body jolting and trembling while his centre rolls against your behind until you feel a liquid warmth against your skin soaked into the fabric of his briefs.
You jolt your hips away when you become too sensitive from his fingers, and his hand cups against your heat, pulling you against him like he’s trying to sooth the feeling while your body twitches from the aftershocks firing through it and you try to float back down from the high you were just on.
Both of you are panting, with Eddie’s forehead against your own and his long hair that’s become damp in places is tickling against your cheeks.
He presses several lazy kisses to your lips, sighing to himself and finally slips his hand from between your legs when your hips still; hugging his arms around your waist like he can’t get close enough.
“You feelin’ okay?” He asks with a tired but light inflection to his voice.
“M’good. Really good, I’m great.” You sigh sounding groggy, and can’t string a sentence together. You’re so sleepy now.
Eddie laughs under his breath at how spent you are, sounding pleased with himself.
“Thanks for letting me help.” He taunts and if you didn’t have pudding brain again you’d have a smart ass remark for that.
He lifts his face from yours, and your head drops to the side against the pillow like it’s a dead weight which makes him laugh again; but he just cuddles up behind you.
“You know, I haven’t come in my boxers since I was about twelve - so thanks for the nostalgia too.” He muses, sounding thoroughly entertained with himself.
“You’re welcome.” You hum, half asleep and barely playing attention to what he’s saying.
There’s a long silence as you both just lay there with each other, Eddie’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck and you get closer to drifting off into sleep from the sedated state your body is in; you just feel so damn content. He feels so comfortable and warm curled up against you.
“(y/n)? I need a favour - before you fall asleep.”
You murmur a sleepy “Mmm?”
He pauses for a moment, and then sighs and for once you hear the slightest hint of bashfulness in his voice.
“I need to clean myself up before I fall asleep - but uh, I kinda ruined my boxers… So you wouldn’t have any shorts I could sleep in, would you?”
You smile to yourself. “Yeah, I do.”
And you think to yourself, they’re gonna look fantastic on you, Eddie.
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