Eddie fucking you so good that all you can mange to say is ‘thank you’ repeatedly😫
Oh you KNOW he’s a little shit about it too.
“What’s wrong, angel? Cat got your tongue again?”
Your lips part, a series of whimpers claw their way out of your dry throat. You want to speak, you really do, but your head is lost somewhere between his mattress and the piece of heaven he’s making you see with every drag of his hips.
Eddie chuckles, and without stopping his movements, he leans forward. His hand cup your neck from behind, lifting your head just enough to place a kiss on your forehead. The gesture is so sweet it makes you break even more.
“Come on, give me something,” he drawls, “you know how much I love those pretty sounds, but use your words, sweetheart. How are we doing?”
He highlights his question with a particular harsh trust, a contrast to the way his ring clad fingers rub soothing circles on the sides of your soft skin. You finally bring yourself to look at him, wild curly hair and those impossible brown eyes that reflect not only mischief, but his undying adoration for you.
You all but exhale, knowing you won’t be able to conjure more than the two words circling your head in that moment.
“…Thank you.”
Your words are so soft, yet they hit him like a truck. He stalls only for a second, before that devilish grin spreads wide across his face.
“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart, you can’t give out on me now,” he shakes his head, fastening his pace. “Not when you’re so fucking pretty like this. Look at you–all dumb on me.”
Your head falls back, and his mouth gladly finds the side of your neck. Dragging his teeth teasingly over the skin before closing his lips around it.
“Come on, you’ve been doing so good for me. So goddamn good,” he praises between kisses. “Gotta give me one more. One more, and I’ll tuck you in and sing you a lullaby after, yeah?”
You can’t answer at this point, but your body does. Eddie sees it in the way your breath hitches, the way your hips tilt even closer to him, the way your nails drag across his back, all of it says yes, yes, please, Eddie.
“Say it again,” he orders against your skin, when he feels your walls clenching around him. “Say thank you. Say it while I make you come on my cock.”
“Th-thank–“ you gasp, unable to finish the sentence before your whole body snaps.
He laughs, before his own movements become erratic as he spills thick, hot ropes of cum inside you with a groan.
Once the waves of pleasure are over and you stop seeing stars, your lashes flutter but your eyes can barely stay open, your breathing still shaky and uneven. You couldn’t get up even if you tried.
Which is why the bastard is thriving.
“Well look at you,” he teases, brushing a finger down your jaw, tracing the edge of your lips. “Not a single thought behind those eyes, huh?”
