Reddie Smut | I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

sixteen - Full Moon

Warning: supernatural shit??
Song: Monster - Lady Gaga
Word count - 2,334
A/n: no, this isn't some a/b/o shit.
i am too damn old to be writing about
that weird shit 😭 not proofread

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It was nearing that time, again. That time where Richie grew restless and he couldn't stop whining for some attention. Where he couldn't stop pressing his ass back and spreading his legs for anything that came in contact with even just his thighs.

"Richie. Shut the fuck up," Eddie groaned from his bed, and Richie put his head down on his desk and bit down hard on his lip to try and suppress his whines.

"I can't help it, Eds," He cried, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"It's your fault. You said that you wanted to try to get through one without me fucking you. Look how that's going," Eddie threw his hand up and then dropped it, "You're being so annoying. Just let me fuck you, Rich."

"But what am I gonna do in the summer when you're not around? I'm gonna be so used to getting fucked, i'm gonna be so desperate i'll die." Richie pouted, and Eddie stood up to walk over to Richie.

"C'mon, Rich. You know you're not gonna be able to shut up until I fuck you. It's only the second day," Eddie purred, and Richie felt himself begin to give in. He couldn't fucking help it. Eddie smelled so fucking good, good enough to eat, and he wanted to be fucked more than anything. But not by just anyone, by Eddie.

He whined softly and Eddie leaned down to press his lips to his neck, hiding his fangs for later. Richie knew that Eddie would want to drink from him tonight, and he was completely fine with that. He wanted it, in fact. Eddie could drain him dry, for all he cared. He knew that Eddie liked to drink from something live, instead of going down to the blood bank and getting something cooled and sealed.

"Eddie..." He sighed, gripping his shoulders and trying to get him closer.

"Be a good boy," Eddie said, pushing his hands away from his shoulders. Richie whined softly but kept his hands away, letting Eddie lick softly at his neck.

Richie tilted his chin up and arched his back to try and get closer, already on the verge of panting just feeling Eddie's tongue against his skin.

"Can I?" Eddie asked, and Richie felt his fangs against his skin, just faintly.

"Yes. Yes, please, Eds, I-" He begged, and Eddie puncture two holes into his jugular, just enough for the blood to trickle out. He sucked softly and Richie moaned, grabbing his hips and trying his hardest to kept his claws from digging into his skin. He knew that Eddie wouldn't be hurt by it, but it still seemed a bit rude, anyway.

Eddie moaned softly against his skin, and Richie began to feel just a little dizzy. It was a good dizzy, like when you got tipsy.

Eddie pulled away, eventually. He didn't want any serious effects to take place on Richie, didn't want him to suffer too horribly from blood loss. He kissed softly over the punctures, and Richie whimpered and turned his head, nosing against Eddie's jaw.

"Eddie, please. Please, please, please. Please, kiss me, baby," Richie begs, and Eddie laughs softly against his skin and pulls back to look him in the eyes, fangs revealed.

"So that's what you want, huh, puppy? For me to kiss you?" Eddie purred, and Richie whined and nodded, pawing at his waist and pouting softly because he just wanted Eddie so bad.

He wanted Eddie in any way that he would give him, whether he was getting fucked, or kissed, or just simply paid attention to.

He would do anything for just Eddie's attention, for Eddie to smile at him, or feed on him, or scratch behind his ears. He wanted Eddie in any way he could get him.