Sins of the Flesh | Eddie Munson
pairing: occultist! eddie munson x pastor's daughter! reader (F!)
description: Despite your father's teachings, you hardly believed it when rumors that your boyfriend, Eddie Munson was a devil worshipper began swirling around. but perhaps you should have been more careful and believed them.
content: this is kind of a dark! fic... you've been warned! ... if any of the following upset you, click away! SMUT, 18+ ONLY, P in V unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f! receiving), dacryphilia, innocence/corruption kink, some slight manipulation (but all sexual elements are entirely consensual) allusions to satanism and the occult, non-specific/non-graphic mentions of ritual self-harm, blood, religious themes, guilt, BLASPHEMY (like really, like a lot of blasphemy), loss of religion/faith... and excessive usage of the pet name "angel"... seriously excessive. some angst and also fluff
word count: 8119
Say that the night sings alone / and if there's a god then I'm letting him go / all for you, and you alone.
It was peculiar of you to be up so late, always good, always in bed before midnight- your eyes bore deep into the wooden frame of your analog alarm clock, watching the seconds tick by, and by, and by. Your arms clung around the soft white linen of your pillow, bringing the malleable material closer to your body in an attempt to bring some comfort to your sorrow-heavy bones.
You couldn't bring yourself to lift your head from that pitiful position, the place where it had hung all day. You couldn't even manage yourself away from the comfort of your bed to close your window now, you could hear the harsh pattering of the rain outside falling against your faded wooden floors, still- you couldn't leave.
It had made no sense- you'd always been good, even after meeting him you'd been good. You followed your father's word, you knew your scripture to a T, you prayed, you went to church, and lived your life by God's law- and still, this burden of great suffering had been placed upon you.
A tear that had been welling in your stinging eyeballs finally escaped down your cheek, no- you hadn't been good, you were far from it. You'd let yourself fall in love, in love with a boy you'd had no business ever being around. You'd heard the swirling rumors- the fervent ranting and ravings of your father; 'the imaginations of today's youth have become Satan's battlefield, he is fighting for your children's imaginations- he has sent up the musicians in heavy metal bands and put his word in fantasy games in order to teach your children his wicked ways and overcome their minds with evil'
Perhaps it was your naivety or simple teenage rebellion, but you'd hardly believed a word of it. Always a strong follower of your father's teachings, always wanting to learn from him and take his vast knowledge of God's word to heart- but this. It had all seemed like hysteria- men with long hair did not quite seem like the walking incarnation of the devil- you mean, after all, didn't Jesus have long hair? But now as you stare at that analog clock, it's numbers ticking closer and closer to dawn, you'd realized just how stupid you'd been. So terribly stupid- your father was a smart man, he knew what was best for you he knew, he knew, he knew- and you had been so foolish to push his teachings aside.
You suppose it had been his plan all along- Eddie- your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend? The truth had been so plain as day, how couldn't you see it? He'd been so sweet- so sweet since the moment you'd met him; it was clear as day in your mind, down to the split second you'd first truly laid your eyes on Eddie Munson.
The school hallway, your 18th birthday, your mother had bought you that dress you'd been itching for, a Gunne Sax- one with a long flowing silhouette and lace trim- of course you'd worn it to school that day. You couldn't remember exactly what the two cheerleaders who stood next to your locker had said about it- but you remember their laughter as they'd eyed you up and down, their fierce eyes still burned into your skin and their piercing shrieks still scratched at your ears. But the torment had ended rather quickly with the appearance of another man, one unlike any other man you'd seen before- with long curly hair and tattered clothes; he'd told the girls off, told them to get lost. You can remember your careful eyes as they flicked up to his- soft and brown, inviting you in with a warmth you'd never known before as he simply asked if you were okay. He'd been so beautiful, so enticing that the crude drawing of the devil on his shirt had failed to phase you at all.
He was the sort of boy your father had preached about, the sort who'd been possessed by the armies of Satan and was now doomed to carry out his bidding for eternity. But, you'd figured there was no way that could have been true. He'd been so utterly sweet in the months you'd gotten to know him- his always reassuring glances, and soft touches; you don't think you'd ever seen him angry, or heard him raise his voice- it couldn't have been true.
But it had been, it had all been true, every rumor spit his way, every little thing your father and the ranting televangelists of the 700 Club had said- he'd been possessed by the armies of Satan.
You'd found yourself wandering around alone in his trailer yesterday evening- with Eddie having gone to go pick the two of you up something to eat. You roamed around his room, looking over the familiar sight when a sudden glimmer of curiosity had been inspired about you. You did some light prodding, just some, innocent simple snooping into the habits of the man you'd grown so fond of- but you'd stumbled upon something that had seemed so unlike him.
Your fingertips grazed a wooden drawer, you moved to hook them into the flimsy metal handle- pulling back the drawer. Your stomach had fallen to the floor once you'd turned your head to peak inside; candles, crumpled papers with hastily drawn sigils- they'd looked to have been speckled with crimson flecks of drying blood, razor blades, matches, and an opened pocket knife, its rusted metal stained with bold sanguine streaks.
You'd closed the drawer as quick as you'd opened it, your brain moving faster than your body could work- you were stuck, your thoughts chanting; 'run, run, run' over, and over, and over again and finally your incessant thoughts won- and your feet picked up from that spot in his room, and you ran- hoping to never see that place again.
You turned your face into the pillow to stifle the scream that threatened to rip from your throat. You'd had no clue on how to hide the sick that trudged through your veins- no clue how to cope with just how stupid you'd been. Stupid, stupid girl- that's all you were, all you'd ever have been, and all you ever will be.
The sound of the rustling leaves outside had grown to a disturbingly loud volume, the cracking branches on the trees had sounded like they were breaking right against your ears. A loud thud had brought your face up from its suffocated spot against your pillow- the startle having canceled out your anguish for just a split moment.
Your heart drops, bile and stomach acid threatening your throat upon the realization that the sound had not been from the storm. You stare, stunned, looking at the looming, darkened figure of Eddie Munson standing just feet away from your bed. The pallid moonlight did little to aid in the brightening of your room, but still, even in the shadows, you'd recognize him anywhere. Your jaw clenches tight and a thick swallow falls down the length of your esophagus, begging for whatever had risen from your stomach to not find its way out. You suck a trembling breath inward as you sit up in your bed.
"You're never up this late sweetheart," There's an insidiousness to the way his words point toward you, he's angry. Perhaps rightfully so, you'd left him in the dust, no explanations last night.
"W-why are you here?" You sniffle, tears spilling down your burning cheeks- stinging the rubbed raw flesh.
Eddie takes a large inhale, filling his lungs before expelling them with an audible sigh,
"I think the better question is where have you been?" He begins to step forward, wood creaking under the heavy weight of his shoes.
"H-here," You stutter, watching his frame carefully as he inches toward you- the logical side of your brain is telling, begging you to scream, to let out a bloody screech of 'help!'- but you can't, despite your fear, you can't.
"This where you ran off to last night, home?" He asks, "That really hurt my feelings sweetheart, coming back to an empty house, my pretty girl nowhere to be found." Eddie shakes his head, his voice is teasing- it's unkind.
"Why are you here?" You ask again, your whisper clawing its way out against your aching throat.
"I needed to make sure you were okay sweetie," His pitch raises in feigned innocence, "Needed to make sure nothing happened to my sweet girl."
"I'm f-fine, y-you can leave now," You sputter, "I'm fine," You repeat, desperately, trying to convince yourself of the notion.
"No," Eddie shakes his head, a smirk falling on his lips, "I'm not going anywhere, pretty."
Eddie's body settles at the foot of your bed, and you flinch, pulling your feet towards you, hugging your knees to your chest.
"What's got you so skittish, sweetie." Eddie cocks his head to the side, his neck craning slowly as he makes unrelenting eye contact with you. "You're not scared of me, are you?"
You blink a few times, trying to rid yourself of his unwavering stare- but he persists, not tearing his eyes away from you.
"It's true," You shut your eyes, sniveling, "What they say about you," You open your eyes, and look off to the side- staring down the floor, unable to look at Eddie as you'd accused him of the same things everyone else had. Your claims had basis unlike everyone else's, and still the wicked vines of guilt wrapped themselves around your heart- he'd thought you were different, but you were just like everyone else, scared.
Eddie's mouth falls open as his head tilts to the other side and his head shakes slowly,
"Baby," He starts, his harsh voice now a whisper, "You don't really believe that. You've been listening to your father too much. You've told me yourself, he is a fool."
Your stomach writhed upon the memories of how often you'd forsaken your father's word for Eddie, how you'd called his fervent ravings paranoia.
"Don't talk about my father," You sneer, a harsh palm wiping down your face to rid your damp flesh of tears, "And don't you lie to me, I know it's true- everything."
"Stupid," Eddie mutters, "That's what you called those rumors, I guess you're just the same now."
Your chin twitches underneath your quivering lips, biting back a sob,
"No, those rumors weren't what was stupid," You mumble, "It was me all along, I should have believed them because they're true," You start to sob, "They're all true," You repeat, your voice breaking.
"Listen to yourself," Eddie tuts, "I thought you were different, I thought you weren't scared."
"I'm not scared," You sniffle, yes you were, you were terrified, completely and utterly terrified.
"No?" The corner of his mouth raises in a smirk, "Then at least have the decency to look me in my fucking face when you make these accusations." He spits. Eddie's voice was harsh, it barely raised above a low mumble but the anger was present in his low tone, and Eddie had never cursed at you before.
Your faces twists as you rip your head from it's position facing the floor. You're face to face with a sneering Eddie, and you take a deep inhale to work up the courage to stand your ground.
"I saw it, the blades, the candles, the sigils- I saw it all," You shake your head, "You're in allegiance with the devil."
Eddie flips to smirking once more as he begins to move towards you very slowly.
"Saw it?" Eddie asks slowly.
"Yes, in your room- d-don't lie to me I know what I saw."
"Oh," Eddie coos, "Silly thing, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Did curiosity kill my little angel?"
You place both of your palms steady into your mattress, letting your weight fall on your hands as you push yourself closer to the headboard, away from Eddie's creeping figure.
"You know nothing of angels," You rebuke, scrunching up your face in a scornful sneer.
"No," Eddie shakes his head, his eyes narrowing, "No, I know you're a perfect little angel." An eyebrow lifts, "Right?"
You don't respond, only continuing to push your body closer into the headboard as Eddie begins to close in on you.
"Come on," Eddie encourages, "You know it's true, say it, say you're an angel, my angel."
"No," You whisper, your hesitant breathes wavering in your chest. Tears continue to pour down your face as you try to ignore the growing warmth that fills your body at the name. Angel- you'd strived so long to be such, his angel.
Your body flinches when you feel Eddie grab ahold of your ankle, preventing you from moving any further backward.
"Say it," Eddie demands, his voice a spitting whisper as he tugs at your leg lightly. "C'mon baby," his hand begins to move up your leg, his calloused hands caressing your calf. You raise your head, staring straight at your ceiling praying to God to give you the strength to fight Eddie off, to not give in to his demands.
Your silent prayers fall on deaf ears and God rewards you no strength as Eddie's hand continues to slowly move up and down your lower leg. You lower your head, your eyes falling upon his- he's staring at you intently, the look in his eyes is almost loving like the Eddie you'd grown to know.
"Please?" He asks once more, but this time he seems so much more pathetic, looking almost like he'd lost the fight he'd so easily put up just moments ago.
"I'm..." You whisper, shaking, "I'm, I'm your angel." You nod, "Yours- Eddie." You're sobbing again, cursing yourself for being so weak, for giving in so easy.
"See? That's right, you're my angel," A small smile creeps onto Eddie's face, "Wasn't so hard, right baby?"
Eddie's hand rests on the inside of your knee, and he rubs a soft line under your thigh with his thumb. You wish you didn't like the way it felt, wish you could kick your leg and shoo him away.
"I- I did what you asked," You stutter, "N-now I want to hear it from you- you're o-of the devil- aren't you?"
"Baby..." He starts, about to defend himself,
"No," You cut him off, "Don't lie to me. Please Eddie, just tell me the truth." You plead.
Eddie moves his hand from where it lays on your knee, slowly dragging it back down the length of your calf before removing it from your skin altogether. It would be a great lie if you said that you didn't immediately miss his soft touch.
"You're right," Eddie sighs, "Too smart, such a smart girl-" He rambles.
"S-so you've been lying to me this whole time?" Your lip quivers, "It's all been a lie... were you just looking for some pretty virgin to sacrifice- is that why you never tried to touch me?" Your accusations came out quick, unable to comprehend the evils that had possessed the man you loved. You'd always admired Eddie's chasteness, how he'd never even brought up the idea of having sex with you- you'd always figured it was because he respected your decision to abstain until marriage, but now- his actions seemed so much more sinister.
"No," Eddie shakes his head, his face twisting as if you'd actually offended him, "No, no- I never tried to touch you because I knew you didn't want it."
You shake your head, deeming his words as faulty, clearly he'd been lying to you before, what was stopping him from lying again?
"I swear to God y/n," He pleads, "I would never hurt you."
"That's an empty promise- clearly God doesn't mean much to you," You begin to bend your knees, pulling away from Eddie once more, "I don't believe you."
In response to your movement Eddie begins to inch towards you again,
"I have no reason to want to hurt you, angel."
"You have every reason, Eddie." You whimper, "I was the perfect target... I was so stupid."
"No," Eddie affirms, grabbing at your leg once more, pulling you again, this time harsher, bringing you to land flat on your back. His suddenness takes the breath straight from your lungs, and your vision blurs as your head hits the pillow. "No, you're not stupid."
Eddie begins to lean over you, his hands coming to rest on either side of your body as he hovers over your shaking frame, his knees straddling your legs.
"Yes, I am," You weep, staring up into Eddie's careful eyes.
"No," Eddie shakes his head, his palm grazes over your cheek, and he wipes a few tears away with his thumb. He's so close to you it makes you feel dizzy, your whole body is burning up under him- it must be a sign of the devil trying to capture you. "You're not stupid at all," Eddie's voice is softer now, he's speaking carefully, sincerely- your chest heaves, anxiety growing stronger and stronger inside you as you're unable to decipher whether or not he's lying to you.
"I know that's what they want you to believe, your father, the church" He murmurs, "That you're stupid, that you're far too dumb to go through this life on your own and make decisions for yourself so you need to dedicate every fiber of yourself to a God in order to know how to make the right choices." Eddie stokes his hand over your cheek once more, "But that's not true, baby. You've been listening to the wrong people all your life, please just listen to me now."
"H-how do I know you're not wrong?" You sniffle, trying to fight any persuasions Eddie was throwing your way- this was the devil's work, this charm, this façade of sincerity- it was simply the devil's work.
"Let me show you then, show you what you've been missing from your life." Eddie's hand slips from your cheek to your shoulder, his fingertips gently poking under the top of the thin sleeve of your nightgown.
"N-no," You refuse, shaking your head, "No-no I will not fall into the devil's trap. I will not submit myself to sin." You lift up a leg, pressing a pointed toe against Eddie's chest, trying to push him back and away from you. Your small action doesn't do much, instead, Eddie's hand moves from your shoulder, grabbing your ankle and moving your leg so it rests back on the bed, outside of his.
"Is sin so much worse than how you live your life now? Scared out of you goddamn skull- fearful that every move you make could send you into eternal damnation. Is that living well?"
"Don't take the Lord's name in vain,"
"His name gains no respect from me," Eddie sneers, "And it shouldn't from you either, angel."
"I-I have to- I- it's the only way I know how to live." You defend, "Y-your way of life- it's immoral- it's evil."
"And who decides what is and isn't evil, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, his voice surprisingly calm, and patient despite all your fighting.
"I-it just is."
You could feel yourself slowly giving into him, his words making sense. But the devil was keen, the devil is smart, right? This all had to be clever trickery, your way of life is correct- it just has to be.
"It just is?" Eddie tuts.
"T-the blood," You stammer, recalling the dried blood you'd seen on those crumpled pieces of paper and that pocket knife, "Killing is evil- a-and t-that's what your faith requires you to do."
"The blood?" Eddie asks
"O-on your knife, a-and the sigils."
"Oh angel," Eddie sighs, returning his hand to your cheek, "That is my own."
His response somehow filled you with worse grief than if he'd had admitted to a human sacrifice. The faint image of Eddie spilling his own blood faded into your mind and it was a horrible sight.
"That doesn't make me feel much better." You whisper, "Partaking in a faith where you must hurt oneself does not sound right."
"And the mortification of the flesh..." Eddie trails off, "Is not the same?"
Eddie had seemed to be just one step ahead of you, his quick remarks and soft-spoken voice had your mind reeling - were you truly following the wrong way of life after all?
"At least my faith doesn't require punishing oneself for simple acts of human nature." He continues.
You turn your head to the side, unable to face what Eddie had been saying any longer. Your stomach churned at the questioning of your own faith. It was becoming harder to put up a fight, you couldn't- not with Eddie so close to you, speaking so sincerely as he gently strokes at your cheek.
"Come on, angel," Eddie urges as you feel the tip of his nose fall against your neck and drag a line up to your jaw. His movement sent a shiver down your spine, and a small tingle begins to grow in your legs, urging up to your thighs as you feel Eddie's hot breath fan over your neck. You know it's wrong, you shouldn't feel like this. "Aren't you tired of the shame?" He mumbles as his mouth nears your neck.
You swallow thickly, unable to fight him any longer, it was wrong but you so desperately at that moment wanted him to just lower himself more- to put his mouth on you.
"Yes," You whisper, desperate as tears begin to well up in your eyes once more. But it was hard to focus on the guilt that churned in your stomach when the pulsing between your thighs was so much stronger.
"My poor angel," Eddie mumbles, his lips just barely gracing the warm flesh of your neck, "She shouldn't have to feel any shame." His head rises from its spot against your neck and you sigh from lacking his touch. You turn your head from its position on its side, looking straight up once more, right into Eddie's eyes. His thick locks fall around him, a cascading dark halo around the pallid complexion of his face. He was the picture of beauty, and if you hadn't known any better perhaps you'd think him to be an angel himself.
Of course, Lucifer had been an angel too, before he'd fallen from Grace.
"I would never let you feel any shame," Eddie insists, looking deep into your eyes. You believe him, completely and wholly, you believe him. In that moment, you're ready to give up God and join him, ready to rid yourself of all you'd ever known, to escape your oppressive household and the unrelenting hand of the church, and just as you once had with your father, you believed Eddie truly knew what was good for you.
Tears are spilling down your cheeks as you look up at Eddie's hovering figure,
"So sick of all my shame," You cry, "I-I want to be free from it all, I-if I truly followed a benevolent god, like they say, he'd just let me have you, he'd spare me from the pain of having to depart with you because of your faith. B-but my God w-would never allow that."
"No," Eddie shakes his head, "He wouldn't, but if you let him go, I'm all yours." Eddie's hand slips to your neck, a finger fiddling with the small golden cross pendant that sits hung around your neck on a thin chain.
"All yours," You repeat, "I'm all yours." You nod, unsure of what you'd actually committed yourself to. You had no clue of the logistics of Eddie's faith, if he truly worshipped Satan, if he himself had been possessed by some sort of demon- but you didn't care, all you wanted was Eddie.
"That's right angel, all mine," Eddie smiles, "You're in good hands now sweetheart, I promise." He hooks his pointer finger into the necklace and yanks his arm back- hard. The action makes you gasp as you feel the metal chain snap around your neck before you hear the necklace being tossed somewhere else in the room. A devilish smirk falls upon his face for a split moment just before his mouth returns to your neck, his lips falling just upon your pulsing jugular as they meld to your skin in a hot, wet kiss.
You'd never been touched in this way before, the simple feeling of Eddie's lips on your untainted flesh leaves you in a trance. A voice in the back of your skull continues to drone at you that this is wrong, that you're committing sins of the flesh- but your God could not have been right about what it is sin, because this felt all too good- and no benevolent being would deprive his people of feeling this good.
You let out a pleasure-filled sigh as Eddie's lips continue to work at your neck. His kisses only become harsher and more forceful as time passes, and eventually his teeth begin to graze your skin- they gently gnaw at small patches of flesh before his tongue quickly glides over said spot to soothe the pain.
His hot kisses, as much as they fill your senses with utter bliss, are not enough. Your body feels incomplete- empty, like there's something missing yet you just cannot place what. You're desperate, but you don't know just what for.
"Eddie," You whisper, throwing your head even further back against the pillow, arching your back.
"Yes, angel?" He asks, his head barely picking up from its spot on your neck.
"Need you," you plead.
"Don't worry baby," He soothes, "You've got me, I'm going to take care of you, patience is a virtue."
"Okay," You mumble.
You find one of Eddie's hands crawling up your thigh, slowly lifting up the delicate white chiffon of your nightgown. The bottom of the garment is nearly sitting at your waist now, the cold breeze of outside hitting your exposed legs, causing goosebumps to dot along your skin.
"Aw, baby, you cold?" Eddie asks, lifting his head up and peering down at your shivering figure. You not quickly, confirming the blatantly obvious, "Poor baby," Eddie coos, "I promise, I'm going to keep you real warm," Eddie begins to smooth over the bumpy skin of your leg.
He reaches down once more, letting his chest fall on top of yours as your lips connect in a passionate kiss. You're seeing stars behind your lidded eyes- you'd kissed Eddie a million times over but each and every time it felt like the first. His lips, slightly chapped, still tasted divine- like cigarettes and a faint wash of stale cheap beer, relatively unappetizing flavors, but when they were on him, it tasted like heaven.
Your hips lift a mere few inches off the mattress, and they brush against Eddie's. A gasp escapes your lips at the feeling of the friction between you and the cool metal of Eddie's belt buckle. A pang of pure pleasure shoots through your whole body like a streak of lightning, and it's unlike anything you'd ever felt before. So you continue again, brushing your hips against Eddie's to continue that sensation, never wanting that sweet friction to ever stop.
"Fuck, baby," Eddie mumbles, gently pulling away from the kiss, "You really are needy."
You nod in agreement, you need Eddie terribly.
"That's okay," He smirks, straightening up a little as his hand slides further and further down your inner thighs, "Whatever you want angel, it's yours."
Eddie's gaze is hot against your body as his fingers inch closer to your panties, the feeling of his fingertips nearing the fabric slowly called your attention to the sticky feeling between your thighs. Quickly, you felt his finger brush over the fabric, the slight gesture making your legs twitch.
"Have you ever touched yourself before?" He asks, his words are careful, endearing despite the salacious topic.
"N-no," You shake your head, you'd been told all your life that any sins of the flesh were strictly forbidden under God's law, so you'd always suppressed those urges. Even as they got stronger, and they did, especially after you'd met Eddie- you often found yourself waking up in the middle of the night from lust-filled dreams- body hot, with thighs aching and damp, and you just had to let the feeling pass, closing your legs tight as you cried yourself to sleep in shame for even having the capacity to dream up those thoughts.
Those same thoughts ran rampant through your mind now with no hesitancy or care, your brain too fueled by its lubricious need to care about guilt or shame.
"Will you let me, then?"
"P-please," You beg, nodding wildly, your head trashing against the pillow.
"Of course, angel," His fingers swipe across the crotch of your panties before hooking themselves into the delicate lace trim, pulling them to the side. "Oh," He muses, a smile on his face, "So wet, baby."
You want to cry as Eddie's fingers find their way to your flesh, two calloused pads brushing between your soaked folds. Your back immediately arches into his touch as a shriek escapes your mouth.
"Shhh, baby," He quiets you, "Wouldn't want your daddy hearing what I'm doing to his innocent baby girl, hm?"
You shake your head, Eddie still proclaiming your innocence even as he touched you in this way made your heart skip a beat.
But your heart wasn't the only thing that was beating as Eddie's fingers slipped through your folds, bringing the pulsing between your thighs to a fever pitch. His fingers moved up further against the mound of flesh until they swiped past your swollen, sensitive clit, circling the nerve with a skill you had no clue he'd had.
"Eddie," You gasp upon feeling the enormous gratification you received just from a simple touch. It almost made no sense how Eddie just grazing your flesh could nearly move you to tears, and yet here you were, wetness pooling in your eyes as his fingers continued to circle around the small bundle of nerves.
Your body writhes against Eddie's, every once of your muscles twitching as the sensation he was bringing you.
"That feel good, pretty?" He asks, clearly confident of your answer.
"Y-yes, yes Eddie- mghm- so good." If you'd known sin could feel this good, perhaps you would have considered abandoning your faith a long while ago.
Your hips snap forward, thrusting against Eddie's fingers as he plays with your clit,
"Mhm-mhm-mhm," Eddie tuts, sitting up further so he can use his other hand to hold you down at your hip, "Can't get too excited, we've got to make this last, haven't we?"
You nod, he was right, you wanted this moment to last forever, you didn't ever want it to end.
Slowly, Eddie's hand draws back from your clit, before falling off of your skin altogether. You feel your aching hole clench around nothing at the loss of contact, and you whimper, blinking the tears from your eyes as you try to deal with the lack of sensation.
"Don't worry, baby," Eddie leans forward, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, "I've got you, no whining."
Slowly, Eddie draws away from you, sliding down your body, pressing a quick kiss to your neck, your chest, and your stomach on the way down until his head is resting on one of your thighs. From where he lays, your nightgown still pulled up and your panties still pulled to the side, your cunt is perfectly on display for him. You swallow harshly, obviously, he'd never seen this much of you before. But before you can close your legs out of embarrassment, Eddie sticks a hand between them before dragging that hand to the waistband of your panties. He plays with the hem, brushing his finger over the small flower detail that sits upon the delicate lace trim before sticking his fingers in the waistband, causing you to gasp, and pulling them down.
Now you're really on display, the cool breeze from outside now having no restrictions as it drifts against your slick cunt. You peer down at Eddie who is eyeing between your thighs, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his soft pink lips.
You try not to think of the image of the crucifixion of Christ that sits just over your bed- the carved wooden statue looking down, watching you desperate and filled with lust. But you supposed, if Jesus had died for your sins, at least you were making his death worthwhile.
"Bend your knees, baby," He urges, and without a second thought you do just what he says, lifting your knees upwards, putting you on an even greater display for him. His eyes look you up and down as a small smile grows on his face, "God, you are gorgeous." He muses, eyes blowing wide.
Slowly, he brings himself to his knees and lowers his head towards your thighs. He begins to place slow kisses against the hot flesh on your inner thighs, carefully grazing your skin with his heated tongue. Your legs are already beginning to shake at the simple action, and you feel your arousal continuing to grow, afraid your slick might be dripping onto your sheets below.
Suddenly, the most intense wave of pleasure you'd felt thus far rocks your entire body, knocking your whole being completely off center as Eddie moves his tongue to lick a fat stripe between your puffy folds.
"Ah," you yelp, your fingertips clinging at your bedsheets for dear life as Eddie continues to work his tongue against your cunt. Your chest heaves at the feeling, his wet tongue stimulating your sensitive nerves, and the vibrations of his satisfied mumbles rocking against your core.
His tongue dips down, quickly entering your hole and swirling around before moving up to your clit, where he makes small circles round and round against the nerves.
The feeling is entirely overwhelming, the waves of pleasure that are nonstop rocking through you are almost too much to bear. Your legs begin to shake as you feel a tightness growing in your stomach. Each sudden movement Eddie makes only makes that tightness feel more intense, almost like you're about to collapse in on yourself at any given moment.
You try to quiet your incessant whimpering, but it feels nearly impossible to lock down the lewd noises that are escaping you- almost like they're an involuntary response to Eddie's stimulus.
Your legs begin to tremble, shaking back and forth around Eddie's head, you throw your head back in a sigh, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life and then suddenly- nothing.
Eddie raises his head from between your thighs, his lips now swollen and pink with his saliva and your slick.
"You taste just as good as you look baby," He smiles as his eyes lift to look at yours.
"Yeah?" you breathe out, your voice breaking, the lack of pleasure is almost painful, feeling like there's a week-old bruise between your thighs. You sniffle, tears spilling from your eyes, unsure of what exactly you were feeling as your legs continued to shake.
"No," Eddie shakes his head, "No crying," He insists, "Gonna give you what you really need now," He smirks, leaning forward and grabbing the hem of your nightgown, "Lift your arms up, angel." He instructs, and you oblige, letting Eddie hover over you and strip you of your last remaining garment. He lifts the nightgown over your head before gently tossing it off to the side. Eddie takes a moment, letting his eyes wander all over your naked body, hair tussled over your pillow, eyes wet with tears, cheeks red, your nipples hard from the cold, and your knees still bent, cunt still on display.
"Fuck," He mumbles, caressing your side with a delicate hand down to your waist, "Fuck, you're so beautiful."
The compliment brings a smile to your face, making you unable to feel any insecurity about being so bare. Eddie leans in, kissing your neck once more, down to your chest, and to your tits, where he gently latches onto one of your nipples, making you gasp as he flicks it's pebbled suface with his tongue.
You continue your act from before, brushing your hips against Eddie's instead, this time there was a new surface to gain your friction on. As your cunt ran down the harsh fabric of his jeans, you shutter at the feeling of his erection straining the tight black fabric.
You had no clue you'd ever had that sort of power over someone, to cause such a physical reaction in Eddie's body like that. Eddie had been so chaste with you prior, you doubted he'd ever even had fantasies about you- but now, knowing this side of you, seeing how he hungered for you- you knew he did.
Eddie's hands move to your hips, pushing them down to keep you from grinding against him, before he sits up once more. Eddie tugs his own shirt over his head, revealing the delicate pale skin of his chest and stomach. You'd noticed two tattoos sitting on the left side of his chest, ones you hadn't seen before, ones you didn't even know he had.
He looked like a dream, sitting there before you half undressed.
"You're beautiful too, you know." You say meekly, smiling up at Eddie. The praises catches him off guard as his head snaps back to you.
"You think so, sweetheart?" He smiles,
You nod, "Prettiest thing I've ever set my eyes on,"
Eddie's head falls to the side, still grinning, "Thank you, angel," Before his hands begin to fall to his belt, the metal buckle chimes as he tries to open its confines as quick as possible, not even caring to fully take it off as he gets it undone. Eddie stands up, beginning to wiggle off his jeans, shedding his boxers with them. A hard swallow hits your throat upon watching Eddie's cock spring free from the confines of his clothing as the fabric fell down his legs. Outside of anatomy textbooks and ancient sculptures, you'd never seen a man completely naked before- and the sudden implications of both of your nakedness hit you quick and hard like a speeding train.
He was gorgeous, a true piece of fine art- there was no other way to describe it. Your mouth watered at just the sight of him. He began to make his way back to the bed, cock sprung up, bobbing as he walked. You weren't sure what the average cock was supposed to look like or how big it was supposed to be. But even just the sight of Eddie's made you dizzy, the light flush of red on the tip of it, slick with precum at the slit- you needed him bad.
Eddie made his way back to you, his now naked body hovering over yours. Your thighs were aching, your whole body trembling with need as Eddie began to line himself up at your enterance.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He asks, noticing your shaking figure.
You peer down between your thighs, looking towards where Eddie's cock resides just mere inches away from your throbbing cunt. and you nod.
"Perfect,"
"Good, baby," Eddie grabs the shaft of his cock with one hand, guiding the head through your folds. The return of the stimulation makes you sigh, and you try hard to keep your focus, wanting to watch just what exactly Eddie was doing. Slowly, the head makes its way to your entrance, stopping just outside your aching hole. He pauses for a moment, before slowly pushing forward.
You bite your lip hard at the sensation, he's barely pushed himself in and you already feel like you're being split apart. It was a burning stretch, and you winced at the feeling of Eddie's cock just barely sitting inside your entrance.
Eddie breathes out hard,
"Angel," He brings your attention to his face, "You've got to relax, baby, or it's going to hurt- I know it's foreign to you, but like I said, you can let go of all that shame now, I've got you."
You nod, taking his gentle words to heart before leaning back down against your pillows. You close your eyes, and let a deep exhale out, along with it relaxing your tense muscles, before nodding, letting Eddie know you were ready.
Eddie's lips fall against yours, kissing you in a sweet distraction to keep you relaxed as he begins to push forward once more. As you let your lips melt on his, you feel his cock begin to enter you again, slowly. The feeling is still uncomfortable but the intense sting has worn away, all that is left is a deep stretching as Eddie bottoms out into you.
It takes a couple of strokes for you to get used to the feeling, before it's no longer uncomfortable and the pleasure begins to set in.
He bottoms out into you once more, and finally, you let out a soft moan, letting Eddie know you're now enjoying the feeling. Your eyes slowly begin to open, and you see Eddie hovering over you, his signature guitar pick necklace dangling in your face as he thrusts into you once more.
You feel like you can feel every minute detail of Eddie's cock, every vein, and every ridge as it glides against your pillow-y walls.
"Fuck," Eddie breaths, "You feel so good, baby. Fuck, I already love your pretty little cunt."
Eddie's words are pure filth, but you can't help but love it. You can't deny how it continues to add to the pressure that spills from your cunt and into your stomach.
"So lucky I'm the one who gets to ruin you," Eddie smirks, nearing his face closer to yours.
Ruin you- you liked the sound of that, what better way to mark the relinquishing of your prior faith than letting the newest object of your devotion ruin you.
"Only you, Eddie," You whimper as Eddie hits a spot inside of you that makes your body rattle with stimulation, "My Eddie," You sigh,
"That's right, baby, yours," He huffs, "And you're all mine, say it- say you're mine, baby."
"All yours Eddie, only yours," You stammer, your voice becoming loose and words slurring together as the pleasure begins to override your brain. "Only yours," You repeat again as you feel a few tears slip against your cheek.
"You're so pretty when you cry, angel," Eddie smirks, "So pretty when you cry for me."
And the tears continue to slip down your cheeks as Eddie continues to rock his cock into your cunt.
"Mhhm, keep letting those tears fall, my innocent little angel crying because I'm ruining her so nice and good."
"Yes, Eddie, so good," You sigh.
Your arms snake around Eddie, burying your fingernails deep into his back, their grip strengthening with each growing thrust.
"Can't ever go back to church again," Eddie pants, "Won't even be able to look at the congregation in the eyes, hm? Imagine if they knew their pastor's sweet daughter's been fucked hard and deep by the town freak."
"They'd be- they'd be mortified," You giggle, trying to focus and give him an answer, "Think they'd excommunicate me,"
"Mmmh," Eddie hums his face dipping down to your neck to place a few small kisses against the humid skin, "Maybe I should tell them then, saves you the trouble of having to leave the church on your own."
"M-my f-father would kill me," You huff
"Mhm-mhm," Eddie refutes, "M'never gonna let anyone hurt you baby."
A small smile falls on your face as your eyes begin to shut, screwing tight as that taut feeling begins to strengthen in your tummy.
"E-Eddie," You wail, trying to not let your voice get too loud, "I-I feel- feel like I'm going to burst," You ramble as the growing feeling rages inside of you, making you restless.
"Good, baby, means you're about to cum," Eddie praises, "Let go of that feeling, cum all over my cock angel, m'close too," Eddie urges, and his words are just about enough to throw you over the edge.
That tightening pressure explodes into a million pieces inside of you, the aftershock rocking your entire body with raging tremors. Small, staccato'd whimpers leave your lips while your limbs shake rapidly as your release spills out around Eddie, resulting in a lewd squelching each time he continues to enter you.
Eddie continues to thrust into you, rocking you through the remaining strains of your orgasm and pushing himself into his own.
Your eyes are wet with tears as they open and your orgasm comes to a close, all that's left is the remaining overstimulation from Eddie's continual thrusting.
Fucked half stupid, eyes almost rolled into the back of your head, you wear a stupid smile on your face while you look up at Eddie,
"Love you so much, Eddie," You begin to ramble, your sloppy, sobbing speech almost incomprehensible, "I love you, Eddie, my Eddie."
"I love you too angel,- mhm- 'boutta cum, sweetheart- fuck," Eddie begins to let go with a few more lazy thrusts, his hips slowing as you feel the warmth of his own cum spill inside your cunt. You're mildly aware of how stupid it was of you to let him do that, to let him fill you up with his seed. But it felt so good, you'd never felt closer to someone than you had when letting him spill himself inside you.
"Can't- can't get pregnant," You blubber mindlessly as Eddie's body collapses on top of yours. His naked skin is hot and sticky with sweat, his now damp hair tickling the underside of your jaw.
Eddie places a kiss against your neck, "Don't worry, angel," He grumbles into the skin, "Y're not gonna get pregnant, we'll go get those pills for the morning after when the pharmacy opens,"
"M'kay," You sniffle, wrapping your arms entirely around Eddie, embracing him entirely as he lays on top of you, "Can you stay with me until then?"
"Of course, angel." He begins to roll over, pulling out of you- the feeling only working to further push out the tears in your eyes. His body lands heavily onto the other side of your mattress, a small thud making your bed frame squeak. Your face grows pale at the noise, and the room falls dead silent for a moment, the pair of you both frozen in fear that you'd made too much noise.
A few moments pass and nothing seems to stir in the house, and Eddie leans his head back on one of your pillows,
"Shit," He mumbles, "Fuck, I'm sorry,"
A hushed giggle escapes your lips as you roll onto your side, cringing as you feel Eddie's release leak from your cunt and down between your thighs. It was endearing, to say the least, that despite Eddie's proposed evil-ness he'd still been cautious of getting you in trouble.
"It's alright," You whisper, staring at Eddie's worn-out face. His hair was unruly, bangs stuck to his sweat-stricken face, his mouth agape, seemingly unable to close. You dragged your eyes down further, marveling at the sight of his bare chest, watching as his collarbones stuck out with each labored breath, broad shoulders rising and falling.
You place a hand on the bed, pushing yourself up as you pull down the sheets, and find your way under them- giving yourself some modesty. Eddie seems to repeat you, shifting himself to wrestle the sheets out from under him and drape them over the top of his bare body.
You feel Eddie grab you, reaching both of his arms out wide, scooping you up, and pulling you towards him. Your head falls against his chest, and both of your bodies, slick with sweat, seem to stick together as they collide.
You'd never had Eddie in your bed before- never actually having let him inside your house, with you having to keep your relationship with Eddie a secret from just about everyone. But it was a wonderful sight, the way his dark, unruly presence contrasted with the soft and quaint nature of your bedroom. You never wanted him to let you go, never wanted to leave that bed with him.
You place a few stray kisses against Eddie's warm chest before letting your head relax against your pillow once more.
"Love you, Eddie- more than anything," You mumble into Eddie's chest. You feel him smack a kiss against the top of your head before speaking,
"I love you too, my angel, more than you will ever, ever know."
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