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cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, soft dom!eddie, established relationship, mentions of marijuana use, thigh riding, spanking, masturbation (reader receiving), pussy slapping, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, praising, degradation, spitting, finger sucking, pet names, oral sex (receiving), sex while under the influence, unprotected sex, pwp, implied aftercare
You've lost count of how much you've smoked at this point. You also lost track of time, not realizing the sun had long gone down.
Hours have gone by, and the two of you have barely left the bed, stuck in a continuous cycle of smoking and fucking.
Eddie's lips feel so good against yours, you can't get enough. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back and deepening the kiss. You feel Eddie's fingernails dig into your skin, scratching down your thighs, making you moan into his mouth.
Eddie's hands started roaming all over your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin from the rings on his fingers when he slipped his hands under the shirt you were wearing. His fingers found your sensitive nipples, rolling them under the pads of his thumbs before tugging on them.
You bite down on Eddie's lip with a whimper and he laughs.
"What's the matter, princess?"
"I'm so fucking wet," you whisper against his lips while subconsciously rutting your hips against his thigh.
You weren't sure if it was all the weed you smoked or the number of times Eddie's made you cum today, but all you could think about was him touching you.
"Yeah, baby?" he placed his hands on your ass, starting to direct your movements, "You want me to do something about that?"
"Please.." your voice dies when he flexes his thigh, the denim from his jeans rubbing against your clothed clit just right.
Eddie crashed his lips into yours, swallowing your moans. Eddie's hand landed on your ass with a loud smack, and you whined into his mouth, clenching your thighs around his.
"Dirty fucking girl, riding my thigh like this," Eddie panted against your lips, "you're so fucking hot." he smacked your ass again.
"Eddie, please-"
Then the phone started ringing.
Eddie seemed to ignore the annoying ring, but your high couldn't help but lead you to overthink.
"Eds, the phone."
"I know, sweetheart. But you're close, aren't you?"
You bite your lip, unsure to answer the question because Eddie puts your needs above all else.
