19. angry sex in the middle of a fight
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*sweats nervously* idk who this would fit, it doesn’t feel quite like neighbor!eddie or roommate!eddie, but I NEED it 😤
this anon and a delicious prompt suggestion from @rebelfell teaming up to make me Insane. ANGSTY HOT SEX LOVERS WE ARE WINNING TODAY.
if you don’t know the roommate!Eddie x roommate!Reader vibes you can find the mlist here to catch up but all you’d need to know for this one-off is that R and Eddie have a list of rules for their sex romps (read: they are both crazy for each other and R’s got some real OCD. Eddie just finds it hot in general.) one of them being ‘indeterminate window of time before we can fool around if we’ve just fucked other people’ and ‘no kissing on the mouth’ (I TOLD YOU they’re Not Well okay???) this is written for that nebulous time shortly after the rules were introduced but well before the holiday fic where their shit is figured out.
cw: roommate!Eddie, roommate!Reader, R has breasts + vagina, pet names used (baby/sweetheart/princess), miscommunication, The Rules™️, light and brief angst, jealousy, fingering (R receiving), Eddie blows a load in his pants (yay!!!), unresolved longing
wc: 2.7k
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Eddie is fucking someone else by the time you return home with groceries.
The sounds coming from underneath his closed door couldn’t be placed at first, your head tilting in confusion as you let the plastic grocery bags slide from arms to counter.
And then like an etch-a-sketch picture filling out in rapid reverse, the real-life noises meld with the moving pictures in your head.
Eddie’s soft, muffled groans, some higher, feminine ones in response, their bodies moving in tandem on Eddie’s mattress, the very mattress where just last night Eddie’s tongue was mapping your body-
You blink hard. Try to disperse the scattered afterimages of some woman’s hips rolling against Eddie’s. Swallow down the spike of jealousy that makes your throat constrict.
It’s your fault, technically. You never said how long the waiting period had to be between his hands on you, and then on another person’s.
Doesn’t make the noises hurt any less.
Beer bottles clink with ominous volume against each other as you begin scrabbling around in the plastic bags, moving with the sole intention to get all the cold items put away as soon as possible- fuck the pantry items. You’ll leave those for Eddie to deal with.
You’ve gotta get into your room with headphones blasting over the other noises as quick as humanly possible.
Although your intentions weren’t to disturb the sexfest going on just on the other side of the wall, your well-trained ears notice the sudden silence after the fridge door is slammed shut. (Okay so maybe you closed it harder than necessary. But, really, it was a clumsy attempt to drown out the sounds.)
Some distant shuffling noises, Eddie’s heavier footsteps on the floorboards, and then his bedroom door is creaking open.
He appears around the corner, bringing a waft of sweet-smelling sweat and spiced cologne that has you throbbing against your best wishes.
His voice is husky with previous activity, a rasp that you know well as he questions- “What’s up, Doc?”
Your eyes stay trained on the fruit bowl, arranging fresh apples like your life depends on it. “Nothin’ much. No need to stop on my account. Was just finishing up unloading these and I’ll leave you to it.”
There’s not an ounce of playfulness in your voice.
From the corner of your eye, you see Eddie’s bare feet shift, the hem of his flannel pajama pants swaying with a just-got-caught gesture; the husk of his voice is shaped into slight embarrassment he replies, “Well shit. Didn’t expect you back so soon, babe, otherwise I wouldn’t’ve-”
The scoff works its way from your throat before you can claw it back down, something about Eddie using a pet name for you when he was just fucking someone else really leaving a sour taste in your mouth.
The apple in your right hand creaks from the force of your fist, tender flesh with dimpled bruises when you release it to spin to the cupboards, back turned to Eddie.
“Don’t even worry about it. I’m sure the unspecificity of the timeline for our rules is my fault.” The sour is quickly turning venomous, words hot as acid, just about the same temperature you feel coursing through your veins right now.
Eddie sounds vaguely confused, approaching cautious but earnest from behind your right shoulder, even as you hold your breath and beg the smell of someone else to not be caught by your senses.
“Wait, I thought- I didn’t think you’d be mad, sweetheart, I was thinking you’d join me-”
The heat turns to a shock of ice, jaw dropping open and snapping shut just as quick when you lock onto Eddie’s gaze; he’s close enough to reach out and touch his bare chest with your fingertips but instead, your jaw clenches, feeling crazed, refusing to let the wounded, sad feelings out before the anger.
“You thought I’d join you?”
Eddie has the good sense to look sheepish- the way his body betrays him, however, does nothing to quell your anger: there’s a blooming flush tingeing his chest, the same pink at his cheeks, bottom lip plump and shimmering with spit as if freshly bitten, his tongue darting out to swipe across the surface.
Those doey eyes are drinking you in, long sweeps of lash as Eddie considers his next move, a dangerous standoff that he’s walked into; his dark curls are loose around his shoulders, a distinctive frizz like a halo surrounding the back of his head.
So he let her top. Good. GREAT. Good for them.
“I didn’t think this counted,” Eddie says, carefully, head tilted like yours was just minutes ago. “For your rule. Our rule. I thought…”
Eddie’s floundering under your anger and you let him stew in it, knocking into his shoulder with just enough contact that your bare arm (because it’s summer and you’re in a tanktop and my god add it to the list of regrets for the day) sticks, every bit of tackiness from the fine sheen of sex sweat he’s worked up seeping into the molecules of your psyche.
Another cupboard is swung open with a bang, and you don’t give a shit anymore, if the girl on the other side of the wall hears it and jumps.
“Like I said, Eddie. It’s on me for assuming you’d wait longer than a day to fuck someone else. Feel free to get back to it.”
There’s an unsettling silence from the boy behind you, somehow louder than the obnoxious rustling of the chip bags you can’t actually see disappearing into the cupboard, what with your blind, seething rage and the tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes.
Still quiet after you smack the cupboard shut, still quiet as you press into your palms laid flat on the countertop, still quiet even when your head dips to hang between your shoulders.
The fight is starting to drain out, a small noise that sounds scarily like the lead up to a sob as you say, “I’m sorry for yelling. I’m just… this is just weird for me. And confusing. But it’s my fault to fix-”
Eddie’s wide, warm palm smoothes across your stomach, his pinky finding that stretch of skin between your tank and denim shorts waistband, a slight tickle just over your navel as he asks, “Are you jealous?”
Your eyes squeeze shut and so do your lungs, desperate to hold onto any scraps of denial you can maintain, nails digging into the formica as your last attempt at anger solidifies in a noxious “No.”
“Think you might be.” Eddie’s lips, the same ones that were just on someone else, drop to your shoulder, your torso stiffening in response, back pressing into his chest. “Seem a little mad, too, if I had to guess…”
His lips start to trail up, skipping over the fabric straps in favor of bare skin, to the nape of your neck, behind your ear, his voice deep- “Wanna know what I was doing in there?”
The next No dies on your lips as his pinky finger dips lower, to the top knuckle, brushing under your pantyline, the curve of his smile against your cheek as his whole form presses in closer.
You’ll admit, there’s a certain thrill that comes with the knowledge that you could be walked in on by Eddie’s latest conquest- he’s got you pinned to the counter. There’s the thick, hard press of his cock through his pants, settled in the cleft of your ass- no amount of jumping apart could hide it.
You’re focusing on the shock of the other person’s face, a quick, fumbling escape as she sees what Eddie’s doing to you, maybe a few threats or jeers thrown his way-
As if reading your mind, Eddie cuts in. “S’no one here but me and you, princess.”
He gives you a moment to digest this, your eyes snapping open to stare unseeing at the space between your palms, when Eddie’s other hand slides its way to your chest.
A choked whine leaves you alongside the pressure he rolls against your breast through the fabric, nipples stiffening to meet his hungry grasp.
“I think,” Eddie says, still so low in your ear, a sharp hiss when your hips roll back on instinct, “you could do with a little patience. Fortunately for you…”
He’s got his whole hand down the front of your pants now, cupping your pussy, fingers teasing through your folds and searching for the slick that’s sure to greet him.
“...I’m not feel particularly patient today, either.”
You notice distantly that his fingers working their way against your entrance are ringless; there are few and far between times when Eddie takes them off, one of them being for self-pleasure purposes, because the drag of metal on dick isn’t pleasant as he’s said before.
“Was so impatient, in fact,” Eddie continues, breath puffing out with the warm gush of his middle finger pushing slowly into your cunt, “-I couldn’t wait for you to get home. Had me flat on my back, just stripping my cock, thinkin’ about you. About doing this.”
The heel of his hand is positioned perfectly- when your hips jump forward, your clit is snugly rubbed by the indent at his wrist.
Eddie’s hips follow your lead, pushing his cock against you- even through the layers of fabric, you can tell he’s been working himself up. So hard and warm and wet, he must be leaking-
“Take me so good every time.” Even when he’s playing at dominance, there’s this softness to him that causes your breath to pick up, that makes your heart and clit beat faster with his touch. “Found the perfect video to keep me occupied. Wanna know why?”
With a click, you swallow down the saliva pooling in your mouth. Your pelvis sinks lower, his long, slender finger joined by a second, both of them pushing deeper as you gasp out, “Why?”
“Pornstar looked just like you.”
Eddie puts a crook in his fingers, angling towards that soft spot in your cunt that makes your legs tremble; as if he was expecting it, his knee fits to the upper back of your thigh, giving you room to lean some of your weight onto him. “Well. Not quite like you. Not near hot enough. But the noises she was making…”
In response, you moan, head tipping back onto Eddie’s shoulder, fucking yourself further onto his fingers, pushing and pulling at the counter’s edge as the pleasure tightens your lungs again.
“Yep. That’s the one I was lookin’ for. Dreamin’ of. Stroking myself to the whole time you were out.”
The tip of his nose presses to your neck as Eddie speeds up, fingers making an audible squelch as they fuck in and out; the pressure of your half-unzipped shorts must be hell on his wrist but Eddie is too busy rubbing his cock into your ass cheek to notice.
“Drive me fucking crazy.” The closer you get to orgasm, the whinier he becomes, like he’s desperate for it, like it’s his last mission to get you off. “Couldn’t stop. Didn’t wanna wait. Please don’t make me wait-”
“Eddie-” It’s the first coherent word you’ve made in awhile, tummy clenching in anticipation of the fast-approaching ledge, thighs trembling around the swift movements of his hand. “So fucking good, so good for me-”
Eddie whines. Ruts into you like a dog in heat, pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger, and clamps his teeth over the spot behind your ear.
It feels so animal and primal, something deeply and upsettingly possessive about the whole thing, that you’re gasping on the precipice before he’s even been in you five minutes.
You really doubt he cares, though, if his stuttering hips are any indication. Eddie licks over his teeth marks and begs once more- “Please, baby-” and you can’t deny him any longer.
Your cunt suctions around his fingers, pulsing hard as the orgasm crests and washes through your body, limbs spasming and hips jerking uncontrollably into his hold.
Eddie says “Fuck, fuck yes, like that-” and then he’s coming, too, cock spurting stickily against your low back through his pants, his hand previously on your breast snapping out next to your own on the counter to prevent himself from toppling you both.
Another curse is dragged from your lungs as Eddie doesn’t slow his fingers, or his hips, keeping the bright fizz of pleasure burning for as long as you both can stand it and then some.
You’ve got to clamp onto his forearm just to get him to ease up, chuckling breathlessly, “Jesus, fuck, Eddie, that’s- more than enough, good, I’m good…”
“So good,” he affirms, sounding wrecked and just as out of breath.
The sharp stab of pride goes straight to your head knowing you’re the only one that’s made him sound like that today.
There’s a collective catching of air, in the moments following. Eddie presses kisses to your shoulder as he slides his hand back out, careful not to leave a trail against your stomach, whispering “there won’t be a mark” in reference to where he’d bit you.
You half wish there would be- and then feel strange for that secret hope.
But there’s no time to really dwell, because Eddie’s shuffling back just far enough to give you room to turn, his arms still caging you in, your hands coming to rest naturally on his chest (now with a new, tantalizing layer of sweat you have the urge to lick from his skin).
He’s looking at you very softly for someone who just fingerfucked you within an inch of your life in the kitchen of your shared apartment.
“You know I wouldn’t fool around with someone else, right?”
Your brow raises at this, and Eddie amends- “I mean- after we fool around, I wouldn’t. Have sex. The hanky panky. Whatever. I wouldn’t make the rebound window so short, at least.”
It’s a tender kindness that you don’t really feel you deserve, but you take it anyway, really working to give him something to go on, too- “Thank you. I appreciate it. I appreciate you, I mean.”
“Mhm. Sure you do, now that you know I’m sticking to the rules.” He leans forward to nose at your neck again, not catching the roll of your eyes but picking up on the way your fingers twitch against him with the action. “You’re so hot for structure.”
“Whatever.” Your voice is too pleased to really pull off the snark you wish you could bring. “You’re apparently so hot for me you couldn’t wait thirty minutes to fuck yourself.”
“Guilty as charged.” Eddie pulls back with a grin the size of Tennessee, hands moving automatically to settle at your hips- he winces with realization. “Shit. We’re both messes. You want me to spin some laundry?”
“No.” Your response is immediate and honest, thumbs hooking in your own waistband to wiggle your shorts down your legs. “Last time you overfilled the soap tray and we smelled like the ass of a flower garden for a week. How ‘bout this-”
Shorts kicked off, your hands go next for the shirred edge of Eddie’s pants, a wet stain darkening the front. “You unload the rest of the groceries and I’ll do our clothes, but we may as well get another round of sex out of the way. Just so I can really feel like it’s worth it to clean later.”
Eddie’s grin, if possible, gets even wider. “Good deal. Great idea. You always come up with the best ones.”
