Master of Puppets (Y/NxEddie One Shots)

Dr. Feelgood

A dull ache throbs in your neck, it's one you try to ignore but the longer you sit still the more it feels like it stiffens up, so slowly you rotate your head to try to stretch the muscle but instead a sharp pull follows and you wince.
"Hey, you ok?" Eddie asks quietly, careful not to distract the others sat around your living room, some studying, others watching the TV.
"Yeah, sorry. I think I hurt my neck in gym today, it's really sore" you reply with a pained expression.
"Want me to rub it?" He asks and you smile, a neck massage did sound really fucking good right now.
You shift off the couch onto the floor in between his legs and he rests his hands on your shoulders and begins gently kneading his thumb and fingers into your muscles as he works his way up towards your neck and the second his fingers dig into it the pressure releases and you groan in appreciation.

The sound pulls Hannah's attention from her book and over to you both and she frowns.
"Is your neck still sore?" She asks sympathetically.
"Nothing I can't work out" Eddie grins, prompting her to get back to studying while he applies even more pressure and you gasp.
You feel Eddies grip tighten but the massage continues and as he moves further around your neck, the looser your muscles become and the throbbing that had plagued you all afternoon slowly starts to lessen and you can't help but sigh at how relieved you feel.

Eddie leans down to your ear, momentarily stopping his hands to give you a warning.
"Keep making those noises and I won't be held responsible for my actions"
You gulp, you hadn't even realised the kinds of noises you were making but clearly Eddie had and now your neck was starting to feel better, you wanted to have a little fun.
His fingers start to work into your neck and shoulders again and as they do you breathe heavier and sigh softly and with each new noise his knee starts to bounce, a telltale sign you're winding him up.
You lean your head back and look up at him but he keeps his eyes fixed dead ahead on the TV, knowing if he looked down at you now his already stiff cock would ache for you more.

"Eddie that feels so good" you whisper, a slight moan to your voice, and your mind soars when his jawline clenches, another sign you're getting to him.
He finally looks down at you and mouths 'stop' but the sly grin you give him assures him he won't get his wish.
Instead you close your eyes, your lips parted and your chest pushed out, giving him a perfect view down your top, as he digs the pads of his thumbs into the base of your skull and you gasp a little louder than you meant to... and Eddie sees red.

He pulls his hands away and slaps his thighs as he stands and steps over you. Suddenly he bends and pulls you up by your waist and over his shoulder and within seconds he's carrying you from the room and up your stairs.
"I fucking warned you" he growls as he kicks your bedroom door open and throws you onto the bed but instead of the apology or sheepish look he's grown to expect from you, you laugh.
He remains calm, he simply stands in front of your open door and stares at you.
"Strip" he demands, his voice sending a tremor through your body that prompts you to follow his command as you remove all your clothes and lie back down, ready for his punishment.
"Funny is it? Teasing me like that" he asks in a low voice.
"A little" you offer and he lunges on top of you, his hand quickly wrapping around your throat as he pins you to the bed and his face looming over yours and letting you see the fury in his stare.
"Eddie careful, it's still sore" you wince and he sneers.
"Not as sore as you're going to be, Princess" he grins.

He pushes your legs further apart and holds them there with his thighs as he kneels between them, and he shakes his head when he looks down at your spread cunt and sees the vast wetness that's already collected there.
"You're so fucking easy, you know that? Always so ready and willing" he mocks.
"Fuck!" You gasp as his finger suddenly slips down your folds and delves into your core.
"That's it, keep making those noises" he urges as he hooks his finger up into your sweet spot, making you cry out in ecstasy.
Suddenly his grip on your throat tightens a little further as he makes his next demand.
"Louder, I want everyone downstairs to hear you" he hisses, nudging his head back to gesture at your open bedroom door.

He pushes a second finger in and they flatten, he slowly draws them out and you gasp softly, your hands now wrapped around the forearm holding you down by your neck and you grip it tightly as you wait, he won't be this gentle for long, and sure as hell he gains momentum. His fingers force their way in and out of you faster and harder, each drive in speeding them up until every muscle in his arm is tensed as he uses them to fingerfuck you harder than you can remember him ever doing before.
"FUCK!" You cry louder, your entire body shuddering with each thrust and Eddies fury ignites more and more.
"That's it slut, you're taking it so fucking well" he praises.
You grip his arm tighter and close your eyes and as soon as your vision turns black his movements stop, causing you to stare up at him in horror.
"Everytime you close your eyes it stops. Keep them on me" he demands.
You keep your gaze on him and he picks up right where he left off, his hand driving into you faster and harder while his stare burns into you, his temper obvious behind his dark eyes and your own burning builds in your stomach.

"I'm so close" you gasp. His movements soften and instead he hooks both fingers upwards again and with a few strokes of your G-Spot you crumble.
"Scream for me" he growls as he feels your walls contract around his fingers and you're only to willing to oblige.
You cry out his name so loudly you both hear the TV downstairs mute and Eddies mind sings when you let your obvious ecstasy show in your voice. Screams and moans of his name echo around him as you cum, your body shuddering and jolting with each rush of white heat through your veins.

As your cries grow quieter and your body calms he pulls his fingers from your pulsing cunt and sucks them clean, groaning deeply as he tastes you all over them.
He finally releases his hold on your neck to undo his jeans, just enough to release his throbbing cock, he didn't have the patience or the willpower to do anymore than that. He has to be inside you now.

He takes hold of your wrists and pulls your arms tight above your head and holds them there as he positions himself at your soaking entrance.
"Eyes on me" he barks and he forces your eye contact as he slowly enters you, each inch opening you agonisingly slowly, somehow the prolonged gaze making it feel longer and far more intense.
"God you feel fucking good" he groans when he's fully inside you and he gives your pussy a moment to mould to him before he continues the aggressive motions his fingers had earlier, his hips thrusting against yours so violently you can feel your bed shudder at the sheer force.

Without thinking you close your eyes and, true to his word, he stops.
"You can't just follow a simple fucking instruction can you?" He barks and your eyes fly open again, prompting him to carry on.
He lets go of your arms and kneels up on your bed, pulling your ass up onto his thighs and you gasp when the position allows him in even deeper.
He keeps his focus on your face, your expectant gaze staring up at him with so much trust. You tease and provoke him at any given opportunity yet when you're splayed out like this, your body accepting anything he dishes out, he can't even be mad that he plays into your hand every single time.

You press your palms against his stomach and you feel his muscles clenching with each hard drive into you, his chest heaving as he throws every ounce of energy he has into his motions until he gasps suddenly as your nails softly dig in to his flesh, the sudden act of defiance pushing him over the edge.
"Fuuuuuck" he groans as he thrusts into you once more and you grin when you feel his cock twitch inside you as he releases is load deep into you, his furious expression changing to relief as the tension leaves his body.

He steps off your bed, letting you recover as he does his jeans back up.
"How's your neck now?" He asks and you sit up, slowly moving your head to see how much damage he's done but to your amazement the pain is gone.
"It's fine, maybe you have the healing touch" you smile as you get to your feet.
He reaches out to your hands and pulls you towards him sharply, his lips crashing into yours as he holds you close to him.

"I think we know my touch is anything but healing" he whispers.