Heyy i love your Eddie and Steve and reader fics and would love if you write something like Eddie being a lil insecure about reader fellings for him bc Steve came first maybe a lil angst but fluff at the end
Also I really love your writing
J.
Thanks, J! Here's a little insecure Eds for you <3
CW: 18+ , 2.7k, smut, fem reader, petnames bc i hate y/n , small angst, insecure Eddie, poly!Steddie ref, oral (m receiving) , so much cute fluffy fluff
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You didn’t notice it at first -
How when you were out with Eddie and Steve, you almost always gravitated toward holding Steves hand, letting Steve order for you, kissing Steve on the cheek.
Eddie would trail next to you, hands in his pockets, or even behind a little sometimes if there wasn’t enough room.
He understood - Steve was with you first.
But sometimes he can’t help the tug at his heart that tells him you only want Steve.
When you’re doing schoolwork, you always ask Steve to help you review. And who do you always initiate to when you want to play?
Yep. Daddy Steve.
So, to say Eddie’s insecurity has been building up some, is an understatement. When Steve has to leave for the weekend on a quick family trip, he leaves you and Eddie to your own devices in the big house.
In your mind, you and Eddie were going to finally have some fun alone time, for the first real time since this poly relationship started. And you were honestly really happy about it. But your dreams are quickly crushed only an hour after Steve leaves.
You had been doing homework, working on a huge essay that you’ve been procrastinating on for your final grade. Sure Eddie didn’t go to college, hell he barely graduated high school, but he cares about your education. It’s why there are rules implemented about your studying.
But, Daddy Stevie is gone, so you think mayyybe you can procrastinate a little more with Eddie.
“Eddieee,” you sing out, bouncing down the stairs to join him on the couch.
His head doesn’t even turn to look at you.
“Nope. Upstairs,” he replies coldly.
You’re stopped in your tracks at his tone. “But I was-“
“I don’t want to hear another word until you finish that essay,” he interrupts. The coldness in his tone makes your heart hurt, and has you shrinking away from him. Sure, you know there are rules and you’re grateful when they’re strict, but this felt different.
You turn to go back up the stairs, dragging your feet with you. “What do you say?” Eddie calls out.
You huff a sigh. “Yes Sir.”
You spend another hour on your essay, finishing that first rough draft that you had to get done. By this point, your head is pounding and you could practically cry from trying to focus so hard.
You make your way back down the stairs, not having heard from Eddie since you went up and locked yourself in your room an hour ago. Your nerves are built up due to your previous interaction. You don’t know what kind of mood he’s going to be in, and you’re on edge already after working so hard.
When you enter the living room, you see that it’s empty and you sigh, unsure where Eddie would be. You travel to the kitchen, but he’s not there either.
You start to feel nervous. Did he leave? He wouldn’t leave you all alone without telling you, right? He knows not to do that. Should you call Steve?
You start to think about heading toward the phone when you hear footsteps behind you. You jump when you see Eddie standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.
“Hi,” he says, eyeing you up and down.
“Hi,” you reply shyly, your nerves getting the better of you.
He doesn’t move closer to you, and you keep your space between him as well. Why was this so tense?
“Did you finish your essay?” He asks, his hand coming to rub the back of his head.
Your mouth forms a tight line. Of course that’s the first thing he asks you. “Yes Sir,” you reply, trying not to let your attitude slip, but Eddie catches your tone immediately, his eyebrows raising.
“Should I go upstairs and check?” He asks. It’s almost a threat the way he says it and starts to turn his body away from you.
“I don’t care,” you sass, and immediately regret it.
Eddie stops and faces you. “Excuse me?”
You stomp your foot, not caring anymore about how angry he gets. “You’re being so mean to me for no reason,” You whine. You’re frustrated and you hate how tense he’s making you feel.
“I thought we would have fun with Daddy being gone but you haven’t even checked up on me once. And when I try to talk to you all you care about is the stupid essay,” you complain, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
If there’s one thing you hate, it’s leaving things unsaid. You would rather lay it all out than have an awkward feeling in the air. So even if you’re being a little dramatic, you don’t care.
Eddie comes closer to you, his face softening at your expression. “I just wanted to spend time wif you,” you admit, feeling small and vulnerable, eyes big and watery as you look up at him. You feel so little and scared, unsure how he’ll react especially without Steve as a barrier.
“Oh angel,” Eddie coos, standing in front of you. He tips your head up toward him, a gentle finger under your chin as a few tears fall down your red cheeks. “Honestly? I think I’m just a little nervous myself,” he admits.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why nervous?” You ask, feeling relieved by his admission.
Eddie’s face twists a little as he tries to find a way to explain it to you. “Well…I kind of didn’t think you’d be excited to be left alone with me,” he confesses. Your heart twists at his words. How could he possibly think that? You’re literally obsessed with him.
“What??? Eds I can’t believe you would ever ever think that!” You say, your own hands reaching out for his. “You know I love you, right?” You say, trying to get him to really hear your words.
He nods, but you can tell it isn’t enough. “Eddie, really,” you say, your voice becoming more serious, grabbing his attention. “I love you. And I love having you as such a big part of my life.”
You can’t help but get a little teary eyed as you look at his vulnerable face. It’s shocking to think he would ever feel insecure about your love for him.
“I just, I know you were with Steve first,” Eddie starts, but you hush him immediately.
“Nope, not even going to let you go there. I’m with both of you now. Both, Eds. And I love that I belong to Steve and you,” you say, letting your hands cup his sweet face.
Eddie wraps his long arms around you, letting his head fall on your shoulder as he buries his face into you. Sometimes doms need reassurance too. And you know that Eddie loves you so much, and you love him too, so it’s the least you can do to reassure him of your love and appreciation.
You pull back from the hug slightly to connect your lips with his. The kiss is soft at first, both of you tasting each other as if you haven’t in years, relishing in the moment. But Eddie starts moving his lips against yours more, making you lose your breath as he slips his tongue into your mouth hungrily. You gasp as he does so, letting your hands travel around his neck and pull him closer to you.
It’s not long before he’s pulling your hips into his, flush against his warm body, making it perfectly obvious how much he wants you, needs you. His cock is pressing against you through his jeans, and suddenly it’s the only thing on your mind.
Your hand roams lower, pressing your palm against his bulge, making him moan into your mouth.
“ Let me,” you whisper between your connected lips. “Let me show you,” you say, pressing into him firmly. Eddie just nods, his cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling as he tries to regain his breath, but it’s quickly lost as he watches you sink to your knees right there on the kitchen floor.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his hand coming to caress your sweet face as you commit such a sinful act. Your innocent eyes watching as you easily unbuckle his belt and pull down his black jeans, releasing his cock so it slaps upwards. You giggle as you wrap your hand around the base of him, and Eddie swears you’re a fucking angel.
You drag your lips up and down the side of his thick member, letting spit collect and deposit between your lips as you coat him, prepping to take him as far down as you could. He watches you with his mouth open slightly, only closing as he bites his lip when he feels you finally put his soft mushroom tip into your mouth. You moan around him, savoring his taste.
He still can’t believe how lucky he is, that you’re his. You’re his to share, to love, to fuck. He can’t believe it, even as you take his cock down your throat.
You take your time, letting yourself suck and lick, making obscene noises as you start to slowly bob your head up and down his thick length. You want him to savor the feeling. No rushing, no worries about anyone else, nothing. Just you and Eddie, connected.
One of your hands stays at the base of his cock as you continue to move your head in tandem with it, creating a slowly and steady rhythm, squeezing here, flicking your tongue there. Your other hand reaches down to cradle his balls, heavy in your small hand.
Eddie can’t help but throw his head back, steadying himself by shooting a hand toward the wall he’s leaning against. “Fuck sweetheart. You’re so fucking good to me,” he moans, his voice quivering under the precision of your mouth.
You keep sucking, picking up your pace despite the throbbing of your own core between your legs. Pleasing your boys turns you on so much, sometimes you think It would be enough to make you cum itself.
Eddie begins thrusting his hips slightly to meet your pace, making you choke slightly, but you do your best to keep breathing through your nose, letting him chase his high however he pleases.
He gives you a particularly deep thrust, hitting the back of your throat, but makes you hold it. He keeps his dick deep in your mouth, pushing and pushing. “You can take it, yeah baby you can take it,” he huffs, nearly busting at the feeling of your throat constricting around him.
But he pulls out quickly, leaving you a spitty, sputtering mess below him. He quickly reaches down and pulls you up so you’re standing in front of him, eyes watery and mouth drooly. He smiles lovingly at you as he wipes your mouth. “Thank you,” he coos, kissing your head.
“I love you Sir,” you reply, lips swollen.
He connects his lips to yours.
That’s one thing you’ve always loved about Eddie, he never cares who or what’s been in your mouth, he’ll kiss you. And he does with passion and fervor as he guides you backwards, your back hitting the kitchen counter.
“Up,” he mumbles against your lips, his hands on your hips. You jump slightly as he guides you to sit on the counter. He breaks the kiss only to move to your neck, kissing and sucking as his fingers hook around your shorts and pull down, leaving you naked on the countertop.
“No panties?” He asks, smirking as he looks at your bare heat, dripping on the counter for him. You try to shut your legs in embarrassment, but he holds them open easily.
You shake your head. “ No Sir. Told you I wanted to have fun with you,” you say shyly, your mouth quirking into a small smile.
Eddie chuckles before dragging a finger through your puffy folds, eliciting a sigh from your swollen lips.
“P-Please,” you whine, gyrating your hips forward as you stare at his hard cock, just a mere few inches in front of where you want him most.
“Aw,” Eddie mocks you, taking his hand and grabbing at the base of his cock while looking down at you. “Is this what you want?”
You nod furiously. Eyes big as your chest pants. “Y-yes Sir. I want it so bad,” you say. “I’ve been wanting to feel you in me all day,” you admit, thinking of how badly you’ve wanted him since the second Steve left you two alone.
Eddie smiles sheepishly, loving hearing you beg for him, and only him. He presses his cock against your tight hole and you gasp, begging for him to split you open. “Anything for you, angel,” Eddie says, pressing his mushroom tip through your tight barrier, breaking into your tight walls, making you both moan out.
You make grabby hand toward him, wanting him close as he fucks into you. Eddie obliges, leaning over and wrapping his arms around you fully, holding you close to his chest as he continues thrusting into you, bottoming out so your tight muscles can adjust to his size. Your breathing is ragged as he holds you so intimately, filling you so well. “That’s it baby, just breathe,” Eddie says, rubbing your back as he starts to move inside of you.
You press your mouth into his shoulder, moaning as he continues to move inside of you, in and out, feeling every inch of him against your walls. He’s taking his time and you love it. It’s slow and intimate and all-consuming as you wrap your legs around him.
“My Eddie,” you mumble into him, letting your hazy brain go as pleasure takes over inside of you.
He hums as he continues to grind up into you. “ My sweet angel,” he coos, his thrust hitting particular sweet spot in you, making you gasp out, your body arching into his and your hands gripping at him.
“Oh that the spot? Yeah that’s it, Let me bounce you on my cock,” Eddie says, his thrusts getting harder as he hits that spot in you over and over again. You feel yourself getting lost in it all. All you can smell, hear, see, feel, is Eddie. He’s all consuming.
You let your hand drift to the place between you two, resting a hand on your clit as he bounces you back and forth, his thrusts picking up speed as you two become nothing but a synchronous mess of breaths and moans. The sound of your wet cunt slapping against his cock, the subtle feeling of your hand pressing between you two, the sweet nothing’s he’s moaning directly in your ear.
You start clenching tightly around him.
“Gonna cum angel? Gonna cum on my cock while I hold you?” Eddie asks. “I feel you- fuck - I feel you squeezing me baby,” He admits through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself together a his own orgasm approaches.
You nod against his shoulder. “Y-yes S-sir gonna, gonna,” you whine, unable to form the words as your orgasm begins to erupt within you. A warm explosion of bliss taking over your center, making your legs shake around Eddie as you fall apart in his arms.
It’s so consuming you barely even notice Eddie’s own thrusts fall apart, his orgasm chasing your own, releasing hot cum into your throbbing cunt as you both moan and release together, reaching your peaks at the same time in a way neither of you had done before.
Your heartbeats play as a subtle reminder to your existence as you both comedown together, huddled into one, Arm and legs intertwined. Who’s sweat is who’s? Who’s sweet scent is which? Is he breathing the In as you breathe out? Even you two don’t know.
You rest your foreheads together as you catch your breath.
“I love you Eds,” you whisper, so low you’re not even sure he heard it.
“I love you angel,” he replies back, in a whisper so low only you can hear it. A moment of lovely silence passes, before Eddie pulls away and looks at you with those big chocolate eyes and says,
“Thank you for being mine.”