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Joel Miller: Why Can't I Breathe?

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (afab; she/her)

Excerpt:

"You were a woman--a woman with a body, feelings, heart, and intellect way beyond his caliber. You were fiercely loyal to him, almost to a fault, never hesitating to stick both your neck and trusted knife out for him, but at the same time, you were kind. You had been so good to him, too good to him, and all the while looking like that.

As you ducked under the water once again, fully scrubbing your body of grime, he realized that you were nothing less than a belle, a seductress, a venus flytrap set just for him to fly into and crush into a million pieces, and he wanted it. He wanted you.

You were so goddamn beautiful, and you had been his this whole time, he was just too dumb and slow to realize it."

Warnings: minor finale spoilers, Joel gets harddd, bathing, references to nudity, guns, Ellie makes a cameo, descriptions of alcoholism, blood, knives, and Joel doesn't know what a feeling is.

A/N: Happy end of The Last of Us! Who can't wait for Season Two!? *salutes before falling backwards off bridge.* But seriously, thank you for all the love on Joel. I can't explain how much it means to me.

If you'd like to leave a like, ask, comment, or reblog, it would be very appreciated <3

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The first thing that hit the forest floor was your boots, bouncing off the swollen grass loud enough for him to hear. The next thing was your socks, based off of the slight grunt you gave when one got caught. Next was your jeans, indicated by the metal pull on the zipper of your crotch clanking down swiftly. You then paused with a huff.

"Are you sure about this?" you said from behind him.

He sighed. "Yes, for fuck's sake. You were just sayin' how badly you wanted a bath."

"Yeah but--" you sighed, frustrated. "What if somebody--or, something--comes along?"

He raised his riffle over his head in reply before settling it back in his lap, his fingers curved firmly around it, screaming try me. He was sitting on a rock, yes, but he was ready. His body always seemed to settle when he guarded you anyway. He tried not to think about that.

"You know what I mean, Joel," you replied. "My hearin' ain't what it used to be."

He hated the smirk that always managed to wriggle its way onto his face when you mocked the depth of his voice and the thickness of his accent, but in reality, it had been the first time he had smiled in a while. All he could do was shake his head in reply, his typical indicator of you win this round.

You sighed again, the running water of the stream behind you filling the air, before saying, "I'm just worried about her."

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the girl curled up in the cave ten feet away from him was the "her" you were referring to. She had been different, distant, quiet. Adjectives that had never suited her before, but after whatever the hell went down after Joel woke up, they all seemed to describe her perfectly. Her chest rose up and down in an even rhythm, indicating to Joel that she was long gone, but he understood you nonetheless.

"I know," he said in reply, a drop of unease in his voice, "but I've got her."

You took a deep breath, inhaling through your nose and out your mouth, before the scratch of cloth a shirt makes when it's removed filled his ears instead. "I'll be quick. Get me if she needs me."

"I will," he responded, "but take your time. Please."

He knew why he was delaying bringing her to the Fireflies, and he knew that you knew why he was delaying bringing her to the Fireflies, but like many things between the two of you, it remained unspoken.

"Alright," you said, and dropped two more pieces of cloth onto your pile before stepping away, down into the stream. Joel had never seen one quite like it. All the water flowed from a great waterfall at the end, the perfect place to rinse off after miles of hiking in a humid forest, and Joel saw in your eye how badly you wanted to wash it all away. He stopped the three of you and proposed an early dinner--rabbit, water, and chef boyardee--and Ellie passed out soon after, leaving Joel here, keeping watch for the both of you.

He would never admit how much he likes it--watching you both, keeping you safe, protecting his girls. It was something primal, but also something broken, desperate to be glued back together again.

You could recognize that in him, that need, but you weren't much different from him. Twenty years in an apocalypse, constantly watching your six, always on edge. You two were one in the same in that regard, so when your need for control would bubble up to your irises, he would gladly take the night to rest.

Unspoken, yet so not.

He didn't know when the two of you got so good at it, reading each other. Maybe it was back in Boston, the night you two made your first job together, or the night he blacked out from too much booze, only to find himself in bed under a blanket the next morning. He still didn't know how you managed that one. Maybe it was when he got cut clean through the knee, or when you got one through the shoulder, or when he finally explained what the scar on his face was from, or who the scar on his heart was from, or--

Suddenly, the whoosh of a large splash hit his ear, along with the gurgle of air bubbles, and modesty be damned, he turned around. His riffle was immediately pointed down at the water, ready to fire at will, or he would dive the hell down there.

Except, what exited the water was no infected, no raider, no hunter, and no slaver. No, it was you. Hair flattened by the stream, back dripping with droplets of water, tracing the line your spine made down your back. Your head tilted back in relief, free from the prison of sweat and heat, and your shoulders flexed downward, highlighting that fucking line down your back once again. The setting sun illuminated you, basking you in an aura of orange, as you walked underneath the waterfall. The water soaked through your hair and down your body, causing you to lift up your arms to work your hair away from your face and massage your jaw with your nails. Your waist was that much more accentuated, your throat was revealed just so, and the outline of your breasts taunted him against the stone of the stream.

He could feel his eyes dilate, his jaw go slightly slack, his gun practically slip through his fingers, and buttons on the crotch of his jeans pull slightly tauter than they were a few seconds ago.

He couldn't feel his face, he couldn't hear the water flowing, and he couldn't fucking breathe.

Why can't I breathe?

You had always been a looker, he had no doubt about that--constantly getting looks from men on the streets, offered drinks at bars, and invitations for more than that--but he never viewed you that way.

At least, that's what he told himself when he woke up from dreams about you, covered in sweat.

He liked to think that he admired you, respected you. He knew how little of that you got in Boston, and in his own fucked up ways, he tried to show you that you deserved to be. You were more than just tits and eyes, you were capable, honorable, and a fucking badass when you wanted to be. You went through with a hell of a lot more jobs than he did, coming home with stacks of ration cards higher than the expanse of his hands, only to bring them home to his sorry ass. You could make a clean kill, barely batting an eye, and mere seconds later, help Ellie to her feet, and tell her she was okay. You were beautiful, yes, but he thought he saw that more as admiration, respect, and caring for the woman who had always stuck by his side.

But it was more than that. It had always been more than that.

You were a woman--a woman with a body, feelings, heart, and intellect way beyond his caliber. You were fiercely loyal to him, almost to a fault, never hesitating to stick both your neck and trusted knife out for him, but at the same time, you were kind. You had been so good to him, too good to him, and all the while looking like that.

You were so goddamn beautiful, and you had been his this whole time, he was just too dumb and slow to realize it.

The smirk that had formed from earlier had slowly become a smile as he let his eyes slide up and down your body, filled to the brim with emotion and longing, and just as he felt a tear begin to dribble down his cheek at the sight of the woman before him, you turned around, and Joel's stomach instantly fell out of his ass.

He turned on his heel faster than he ever had in his life, wiping at his eye and sniffling, and standing straighter than a soldier.

Of course, you noticed.

"Everything alright?" you shouted from the water below, and with as much dignity as he could muster, Joel responded with a cracked, "yep."

Nothing was, yet everything was.

"I'm almost done," you responded, ducking under the water. You let your mask crack underneath the waves--the smile on your face, the squeal of excitement, and the happiness in your heart.

He was looking at you.

Once again, your mutual understanding remained unspoken, only this time, you had a feeling it wouldn't be for long.

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strangerthedevil · 2 years

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i fucking hate you - e.m

part 2 part 3

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie fuck your anger out on eachother

warnings:enemies to fucking, hate sex, lots of degrading uses, of “bitch, whore, slut, fuck toy” lots of i fucking hate you’s, blow job, oral sex fem recieving, unprotected p in v, (irl wrap it :/), lots of dirty talk, ANGSTTTTTT, jealous eddie, angry eddie, eddie being an asshole at the end. i think thats it. (please do not read if any of this would offend you, it’s the last thing i want to do.)

4.3k words of filth.

authors note: reblogging and feedback is appreciated, please don’t just like :/ i am planning on making this a series if this one does good ;) so please leave some feedbackkkk okay bye ily hope u enjoy.

everyone in hawkins high knew you and eddie hated eachother, ever since freshman year you were the new kid and became popular very quickly, you were the exact same as eddie, same clothing, same hair, same interests and yet he was the freak and you were the queen of hawkins high, and he hated you for that, and you hated him because he made your life a living hell.

he would try and make your life as miserable as possible, telling you that an assignment was due one week from now but actually it was due last night, mispronounce your name, and embarrassing you in front of all your friends, embarrassing you in front of your family, just basically making a fool out of you 24/7.

he was the worst possible human in the world and you could not stand him. everytime you saw him you would roll your eyes and he would flip you off, it’s just that, you hated him, and he hated you, and everyone knew that, so when your teacher paired you up for an upcoming project together everyone gasped and awaited both of your reactions to this new information.

“you cannot be serious.” you gape at your teacher and turn around to see eddie just playing with his pencil not a care in the world. rolling your eyes at his calm reaction, you turn back to your teacher “i’m afraid i am miss ‘i cant stand eddie’” she puts her hands up in quotation marks and gives us both a serious look. “i am exhausted of your bickering in my class, so i thought the best way for you to stop your childishness is to be at forced proximity-“

“but-“ you try to argue, “but nothing. you will both work on this project and you will give me an A+ worthy project and if you fail to settle your differences, you both will fail. try to work together and make the best out of this!” she smiled widely at us both and claps her hands together before returning to her desk to continue calling out partners.

you sigh and cover your face in your hands, fuck how are you going to do this…

the bell rings and you find eddie outside of his locker talking to gareth and jeff, you sigh knowing you have to walk up to him at some point, you’re not failing this project.

you slowly walk up to eddie and tighten your grip on your text books, you felt nervous being so close to him, the closest you’ve ever gotten to him is when you flip him off, and shove your finger in front of his face.

you were standing directly in front of all 3 of them and not one even noticed your presence, they just continued to talk about their d&d campaign they have tomorrow night. you sigh in impatience and snap your fingers in front eddie’s face “helloooo??? earth to moron? we need to talk about the project.” eddie blinks slowly and turns his head to look at you, he looks you up and down slowly, sighing, “what do you want,”

“i-“

“and make it quick sweetheart i really don’t have all day.”

you try to hold your composure and not smack the shit out of him at his arrogance, and his disrespectful attitude how dare he-

you break out of your internal rant when you see eddie start to walk away since you were taking so long to talk.

“shit- wait!” you run after him grabbing his arm and he immediately pulls his hand back like you burned him.

“fuck okay, first of all don’t call me sweetheart you pretentious asshole, second of all, can you please just listen to what i have to say because honestly i don’t want to be around you right now either, and frankly knowing you i’ll probably be doing this project by myself anyway, so just pretend that you’re doing somewhat something in this stupid fucking project so we can both get A+’s and move on with our lives and go back to continuing to hate eachother but right now we need to be normal because I can’t fail this project and I know you can’t too unless you want to get held back again. so if you don’t mind, can you come over to my house after school so we can just get this over with, okay?” you finish off your rant and catch your breath because you were talking pretty fast to keep his attention, it’s pretty clear he doesn’t have a long one. you give him a piece of paper with your address written on it.

“if you wanted to get me in your bedroom you could’ve just asked sweetheart.” he smirks and takes the piece of paper, “you know that’s not what i want-“ he cuts you off “yeah, yeah, i’ll see you later shit bird” he begins to walk away and you stand there dumbfounded.

“you’re a dick!” you sigh smiling, you cross your arms and he flips you off without looking back.

it was currently 7 pm and school ended 4 hours ago, jesus where could he be? he said he was coming so that means he’s coming right? i really hope so, your parents aren’t home, they’re at a business party, won’t be home till late, so it’s the perfect time for him to come, and yet he isn’t here.

you’ve been nervous all day, you’ve never hung out with eddie before, and you were pleasantly intimidated by him sometimes even though you hated him. you had all the things from the project ready and just needed to start at this point, so you did, fuck him, you could do this project without him

no you cant. fuck this shit was hard, luckily a sound of a knock on your door was heard and you ran downstairs to open it, you found eddie in his hellfire shirt and leather jacket, skinny jeans with rips at the knees and his curly hair atop his head. he honestly looked tired? bags under his eyes and he walked past you, a little slump in his step. you turned around to face him and crossed your arms and stared him down. “you’re late and you look like shit.”

“you don’t look too bad yourself there too shit bird” he takes out a blunt from his jacket pocket and tries to light it before you grab the drug and throw it on the floor. “absolutely not, you know my parents will know the smell of weed anywhere.”

eddie rolls his eyes “oh are you scared your perfect fucking parents are gonna find out your hanging out with the freak of hawkins.”

“yes, yes i am actually. you’re here because you have to be not because i want you to be now let’s start this project and get it over with,” you begin to walk away but eddie grabs your arm and pulls you back to him spinning you so your basically wrapped around him, your noses less than an inch apart. you’re both breathing heavily, neither of you pulling away, waiting for the other to do it first because the feeling of being this close to him didn’t feel all bad.

“you know what i think?” eddie whispers, and you nod your head encouraging him to continue. “i think you’re happy you got paired with me, i think you’re happy that this is finally the moment you get to spend time with me, you can be around me, joke with me, kiss me.. maybe even fuck me, because truly, honestly, if you really hated me like you say you do sweetheart, you would’ve done this project all on your own and didn’t even bother to reach out to me for help, but what did you do? ask me for help. you don’t hate me baby, you never did.”

you push him off if you and groan in disgust “that is so not true! why do you think every girl or boy who looks at you automatically wants to fuck you? you’re such a self centered douche bag!” you begin to storm off and don’t bother to see if he follows.

eddie sighs in anger before following you “don’t fucking walk away from me,” eddie grabs your hand and you pull back as if he stinged you like he did earlier,

“and don’t fucking tell me what to do! god you really piss me off you know? no one in my 18 years of life has ever made me as infuriated as you have” you huff and point at his chest pushing him back slightly,

“and nobody in my 20 years of life has ever made me want to yell at a person so much, you make me want to scream! your whole life has been given to you on a silver fucking platter, you’ve always gotten everything you’ve ever wanted and i am stuck in the low class and labeled as the freak, yet you are little miss fucking perfect!” eddie ends his rant with heavy breathing as he is out of breath,

you look at him with your eyes widened and you sigh not knowing what to say to that. you felt so bad, but it’s not like you could say anything to make it better, you didn’t know what else to say so.. “can we just… work on the project, please.” you sigh out.

eddie shakes his head in disbelief and his jaw clenches. “fuck you, and your project.” he storms out of your house slamming the door behind him. you wait for him to come back and keep talking with you but he doesn’t, he leaves you there in your empty house, alone.

you walk cautiously inside the only class you have with eddie, searching for him, you were planning on apologizing but he’s no where to be found today, usually you see him in the morning before class but he wasn’t there, so you were sure you would see him in third period but nope, maybe he just skipped today. did your words really affect him that bad?

you thought maybe you would find him at lunch but nope, it was just his usual table sitting there but eddie was no where to found, you risk your life and head over to that table to ask dustin and mike where he could be and they both gape at you the most popular girl in school wants to talk to them? you ask them where eddie is and they both shrug saying he’s not here today and you sigh giving up, you head back to your table.

chrissy gives you a weirded out look at the fact you went over to the freaks table and but she smiles at you and takes your hand. “ahhh you would not believe who wants to ask you out to prom!! eek!” she exclaims.

you sigh not really interested in anyone at the moment, “oh yeah? who?” she smiles widely and says “billy hargrove! he’s coming over here right now pretend i didn’t say anything” she squeals and claps her hands.

you sigh and turn around to find him right next to you, “hey gorgeous” you’re surprised at his sudden appearance and giggle nervously.

“umm hi?”

“you’re a shy one aren’t you?” he smirks and grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger grabbing your cheek rubbing it back and forth.

“i guess you could say that.” you hum.

“yeah well maybe i can get you outta your shell? maybe at prom?” he takes your hand and kisses it waiting for your answer.

“i-i don’t know-“ you think quickly, you didn’t want to go with him.

“she’ll go! she’s so excited!” chrissy cuts you off and answers for you. you snap your head towards her and back to billy who smiles and claps his hands together “great.. date tomorrow at 7?”

you’re dumbfounded at the situation and chrissy answers for you again “she’ll be there!” chrissy pats your back harshly.

billy gives a cheeky smile and kisses your cheek before walking away as the bell rings and lunch is over.

you’re confused and star struck at what just happened and you go to yell at chrissy but she’s already gone. you look around looking for billy to tell him it’s just a misunderstanding but instead you find yourself holding eye contact with eddie. he looked angry? upset? he looked like he was about to kill someone.

eddie walks away the second you look at him and walks quickly down the hallway, you follow him and see he walks inside an empty classroom, you open the door to the classroom looking around before walking in hoping nobody sees you both going inside, luckily it’s passing period so nobodies paying attention.

you walk inside slowly and find eddie with his hands on a desk leaning forward, his eyes closed as he looks as if he’s trying to keep his composure and stay calm.

“are you okay?” you inch forward to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

eddie flinches and takes your hand and moves to pin you on the wall harshly, you gasp and your mouth is open as you groan in pain at him man handling you like that, he puts both of your arms on either side of your head and his breathing is heavy. “like you fucking care. what are you doing going out to prom with billy hargrove. you know he’s just trying to get in your pants.”

“and why the fuck do you care who’s trying to get in my pants, are you jealous that’s it’s him and not you?” you bite back.

“you wish you fucking whore” he growls back. “you’re so fucking desperate you’re settling for someone who doesn’t even respect you.”

“and what are you gonna do about it?” you smile at him and he stares back and forth between your lips and eyes breathing heavily trying to figure out what to do.

“fuck it.” he closes the distance between your lips and you moan into the kiss, you’ve been waiting for him to do that for so long. eddie let’s go of your hands and his hands trail from your neck down to your chest grabbing both of your tits harshly and hungrily as he bites your lip and you open your mouth allowing him to shove his tongue inside your mouth. you grab onto his hair and pull and he groans.

your tongues dance together and you pull back staring at him waiting for whatever is gonna happen next, is he gonna walk away?

“get on your knees.” he orders and you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at his words,

you get on your knees grabbing eddie’s belt smiling at the handcuffs there, you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans reaching your hand inside and palming him through his boxers. looking up to his eyes as you do so, his face contorts in pleasure and he moans out loud at you finally touching him. “i f-fucking hate you…” he sighs out as you take his cock out out of his boxers and it springs out slapping his stomach.

“i fucking hate you more” you drool at the size of him and grab his length and spit on it your drool dribbling down on to his cock and you lean down to suck on the tip.

“f-fuck your mouth is so good… billy doesn’t deserve your pretty little mouth.” he gasps and grabs on to your head to guide your mouth farther down onto his cock.

you hum around him and take him farther down until he’s hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag and eddie whimper, “if your mouth feels this good i can’t imagine what your cunt is gonna feel like fuck..”

you grab his balls in your hand and play with them, wanting them in your mouth you pull back from his length and take his balls into your mouth sucking, you scratch up and down his thigh.

“g-god you’re a fucking whore… where did you learn how to do t-this?” he sighs and leans his head back in pleasure.

you back up from his balls and stroke his cock with your hand and shrug, “guess i’m just a natural whore.” you lean back down to continue sucking him off.

“yeah? you like being called a whore huh, god you’re such a slut letting me use your mouth like this no questions asked, you’re my little fuck toy” he grabs your hair and pulls making you suck his cock faster.

you moan and cant help but reach down under your skirt and rub little circles on your clit, relieving some of the pressure there, you couldn’t believe eddie fucking munson, your enemy, was making you this wet, and you were so fucking wet.

“i’m g-gonna c-cum, please f-fuck” eddie grabs your head and you stop moving letting him just fuck your mouth violently. your eyes were watering, and you can feel the bruise forming in the back of your throat but you didn’t care.

“fuck are you crying sweetheart, does my cock feel that good inside your mouth g-god-“ he shoots his load inside your mouth and a few tears stream down your cheek as you swallow his cum. eddie grabs you by your neck harshly and kisses you, “you’re such a filthy little bitch, did my cum taste good baby?” you nod and he moves you backwards until you reach the back of a teachers desk, he wipes everything off it making room for you.

he grabs you by the waist and puts you on the desk getting on his knees for you rubbing your thighs up and down your skirt,

“did you wear this skirt for me today? fuck it makes me weak, it’s so short… everytime you wear it, i want to bend you over the first surface i see and fuck you so hard, i wanna make you scream.” he says while taking off your panties from underneath your skirt.

you buck your hips at his words and say “you’re all talk munson… shut the up and fuck me.”

“all talk huh?” he lifts your skirt up your stomach and finally sees your slick pussy. your wetness was leaking on to the desk now and eddie moans at the sight. “fuck i’ve been wanting to see your pretty little cunt for so long..” he leaves a kiss there and begins kissing up your thighs and biting leaving marks there.

“p-please eddie.” you beg him to stop teasing.

“shut the fuck up, and take what i give you” he slaps your thigh leaving a red mark.

you almost scream at the sting but bite your lip not wanting to get interrupted, eddie finally puts his tongue inside of you and you gasp grabbing his curls and pulling so hard, eddie moans against you and the vibration makes you shiver.

“oh f-fuck eddie right there.” eddie’s tongue hits your sweet spot and you bite your tongue letting out a whimper bucking your hips violently against his face.

eddie adds one of fingers inside of you and you cry out his name, this was the best head you’ve ever gotten and it was out of pure hatred.

“god i- i’m gonna cum already” you whimper.

eddie pulls his mouth off you, his finger still inside of you, “cover my face in your cum baby” he leans down back to continue working his tongue, he sucks your clit inside his mouth and that’s when your orgasm washes over you and you scream covering your mouth and bucking your hips against eddie’s tongue.

eddie stays between your legs licking up all of your cum and covering his face with it. he takes a finger to wipe it off his face and put it in his mouth.

“you taste just as good as i imagined sweetheart” he smirks at you being out of breath and totally fucked out, he grabs you making you get off the desk and he turns you around roughly pinning you on the desk, bending you over your ass in front of his crotch. you wiggle your ass rubbing yourself against him and eddie grabs your waist stroking his cock up and down your ass.

“i cant wait to be inside you… fucking you in this skirt is a dream.” eddie grabs his painfully hard cock and strokes himself a bit before bumping his tip against your clit teasing himself and you.

“yeah? i guess you got what you wished for..” you back your ass into his touch wanting him to be inside you, “f-fuck get inside of me already.”

“beg.” eddie bends over so he can kiss your neck.

“fuck you eddie.” you roll your eyes, you’re not going to beg to be fucked

“pretty sure you already are sweetheart.” you can feel him smirking against your neck. he bites your ear lobe and you sigh into his touch. “c’mon baby i know you want me inside of you just say the magic word and i’ll let you be filled up with me…” he bumps his tip against your clit again and you want to cry, you’re so fucking wet for him.

“f-fuck i cant believe i’m saying this, please fuck me eddie.” you close your eyes in disgust at saying please to him.

“mm not good enough try again” eddie laughs into your neck and you smack the side of his head.

“what do you mean? i said the magic word!” you yell at him.

“i said beg, not just say please. try again.”

you sigh and give into his demands, you needed him inside of you “god eddie please fuck me you’re so big i-i just need you inside of me filling me up and calling me your little fuck toy, you make me so fucking wet like no other guy has, please get inside me, cum inside of me and making me walk around for the rest of the day with your cum inside of my panties running down my legs i-“

you’re cut off with eddie plunging inside of you and grabbing your hips to fuck you vigorously and roughly. he was not holding back, “god i cant believe i’m fucking you.. i hate you so much.”

“you’re not t-too great e-either, jesus you’re such an asshole sometimes i-”you choke on a moan and grab the desk for dear life trying not to scream. you moan loudly and eddie grabs your mouth trying to muffle your sounds.

“fuck baby i know im big but do you want us to get caught?” eddie moans when you clench around him. “fuck you’re so tight so fucking wet for me.”

“i-i cant, you’re so big” you try to say under the palm of eddie’s hand, he hears you anyway, and leans his head to whisper into your ear “you can take it, you’re my filthy girl, you can take it, my little fuck toy huh baby?”

you nod aggressively against his palm, “yes f-fuck.”

“you’re all mine, and you’re fucking stupid for thinking otherwise. you’ve always been my fuck toy, you’re the only thing and only person who can make me cum, when i jerk off you’re all i can think about.”

“y-you jerk off to m-me?” your eyes widen and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

“god yes, you’re so fucking hot. it’s unfortunate you’re annoying as fuck too… i would’ve made you mine already.” eddie fucks you harder if that’s even possible and hits your g-spot making you scream, eddie immediately puts his hand back over your mouth shutting you up.

“i-i didn’t know you thought about me that way…” eddie takes his hand off your mouth and smiles pulling out of you, and moving you so you’re facing him now, your legs are wrapped around his waist and he puts himself back inside of you quickly. “it’s the only way i think about you. you make me so hard all the time, just your voice makes me rock hard, which is why i always walk away from you…”

eddie looks at your face contorting in pleasure and he almost cums right there, he’s been wanting to fuck you for so long, he’s been imagining it since he met you. you clench around him and eddie falls forward his head buried in your neck moaning. “keep doing that. fuck you’re so tight,”

you squeeze around him in response and he asks “are you on birth control? can i cum inside you? fuck please baby? please let me cum inside you g-god.” you nod, “yes i’m on the pill, god yes please cum inside of me…” your nails scratch down his back leaving marks there.

“i-im so close eddie, fuck don’t stop.” eddie continues to hit that sweet spongy spot and you finally clench and cum all around his cock, the feeling of you cumming pushes eddie over the edge and he shoots his load inside of you and you grab onto eddie’s shoulders wrapping your arms around him, you were so tired.

eddie hugs you back and he leans forward to grab your panties and put them back on you, your cum and his cum swirling around inside of you. your cheek is pressed against eddie’s shoulder and he lifts your head to kiss your cheek and you could just fall asleep like this, but eddie doesn’t speak a word after that, he puts his boxers and pants back on, buckling his belt and you ask him “where are you going?” he smiles awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you.

“going to class?”

you nod shyly and look down your hands, waiting for him to say anything about what just happened but he doesn’t, he just walks out and leaves you in the empty classroom, alone.