Master of Puppets (Y/NxEddie One Shots)

Happy? (Part 2)

Ross keeps you with him most of the night, making random conversation with people around you so you'll look rude if you leave. You knew he was worried about the guys that just turned up, he kept eyeballing them and could see Eddie staring at you. It made him uncomfortable but nowhere near as uncomfortable as when he saw you staring back.
So when Pete comes up to you both and grabs Ross' arm, pulling him away to play beer pong you take your chance and slip away.
Your mind rushes as the night catches up to you suddenly, the alcohol and Eddies fixed stare, they all make your mind swirl.
You push through the ample amounts of bodies currently filling the kitchen and into the walk-in pantry to the side of the kitchen door, your usual hiding place for when everything's a bit much, shutting it and finally having a minute alone to clear your head.
Eddies gaze fills your mind, a gaze you'd grown so used to but in this setting and at this time it made you crazy. Your stomach knots and tears sting your eyes as you stand in the darkness, the only light coming through in small slivers from the open slats, hearing conversation buzz outside the door.
As you lean back against the shelves the door opens and someone slips through the door, shutting it behind them.

"Finally, I've got you alone" Eddies familiar voice whispers.
Your heart hammers and almost splits in two as he steps towards you, his body pressed against yours as his index finger hooks under your chin and pulls your face upwards, the outside lighting just enough for him to take in your features, your wet eyes gazing up into his as his sear into yours.
"I don't even recognise you" he says.
"I don't either" you say quietly.
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours and every part of you melts into him. His palm presses to your cheek as his lips part yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and flicking over your own.
"Eddie we cant" you murmur.
He laughs. "Why? Because of your jock boyfriend?"
"Yes, exactly" you snap back.
He pulls his lips away from you, your mouth already feeling empty without his pressed to it.
"I've been watching you sweetheart, he doesn't have you. Not the real you, not the one I had. Is this a coping mechanism? Creating a different version of yourself?" He asks, speaking directly to everything you currently fear.
"Does he make you cum like I do?" He whispers, his question passing through your body and soaking your core instantly.
"Eddie... please..." you whisper, your own words giving away how feebly you believe in them.
"Please what? Everytime You've begged me in the past its been when you've been so close to climax" he says as he leans into your cheek, kissing along your skin as his hand rests on your thigh, pulling them hem of your dress up your legs as he presses his hand to your cunt through your panties.
"I can already feel how wet you are, I've barely even touched you" he says, his lips moving down to your neck as he presses his index finger against your clit through the thin material, feeling it grow wetter against his finger.
"All this time and your body still reacts to me instantly" he whispers against your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he makes small circles on your clit through your panties.
A loud cheer from outside pulls you back into reality. You're in a kitchen pantry with your ex boyfriend while you're current one plays beer pong metres away. What the fuck are you doing?

You push Eddie away gently.
"We can't, I'm sorry, I just-" you say, cutting yourself off as you leave the enclosed space, pushing through everyone in the kitchen and rushing upstairs, past Abi, Jeff and Gareth who watch you go followed closely behind by Eddie.
"Y/N are you ok?" Abi calls, loud enough to be heard in the dining room as Ross leaves his game and rushes to the foot of the stairs in time to see you disappear and Eddie follow.

You rush into your room and close the door, only for it to open again violently and slam shut.
Eddie rushes towards you, throwing his jacket off and onto the floor, and as you turn he takes your face in his hands, his lips crashing into yours as he pushes you backwards against your bed, your knees bending against it and both of you falling onto it.
His lips fight with yours as his legs push yours apart, his hand returning to your panties but this time slipping them aside, his finger meeting your clit directly and sending a shockwave of pleasure ripping through your body.
"You're mine Y/N, you always will be" he hisses, watching the face he's missed so much contort with ecstasy at his touch.
"Eddie... please..." you beg.
"Please what? Stop?" He teases as his fingers slide down your folds desperately and into your soaked entrance.
"No, please don't stop" you gasp, gripping at the bed sheets as he plunges two fingers into you.
He watches you as you give in, your body writhing beneath him as he finger fucks you so hard the bed shudders underneath you.
"I have to say, your make up looks incredible, but all I've thought about since I saw you is how much better it would look running down your face as you choke on my cock" he growls, sending any reservation you had out the window.