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urhoneycombwitch Ā· 2 months ago
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#17 from that prompt list about seeing the marks left on their partner and getting turned on has got me all kinds of šŸ˜µā€šŸ’«šŸ˜µā€šŸ’«šŸ˜µā€šŸ’« It feels roommate-eddie coded šŸ‘€ especially if they have their no-marks rule, but he just kinda loses control one night.
Then we torture him, walking around showing it off, telling him he canā€™t touch until he learns some self-controlā€¦okay, Iā€™m gonna see myself outā€¦
(most assuredly not @rebelfell sending two asks in a row)
foreword: Sarah Iā€™m being so fr how are you literally in my brainā€¦ I had a blurb on this very topic set on the back burner bc I couldnā€™t find a place for it so here it is spruced up!!! (prompt 17 from this list)
cw: Reader has breasts, visible marks, no skin tone/color mentioned, a wee bit of choking kink, not full smut but mdni as always. oh yeah and biting šŸ˜ˆ
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You can feel the weight of Eddieā€™s eyes on your form, even as you pretend to be oblivious, leaning into the reflection of the standing mirror in the corner of his bedroom.
A few swipes of your pointer finger and your lipgloss is perfect; with a smack of your lips, you straighten up again, tugging the hem of your tee down to meet the band of your jeans. ā€œAlmost ready?ā€
The friendly smile you turn to give Eddie is met with a glower, his dark brows slanted, a death-grip on both knees where he sits simmering on his bed.
ā€œDid you come in here solely to torture me, or do you have other plans up your vixen sleeves?ā€
Briefly, your eyes flick to the ceiling as you turn back to your reflection, fussing with your hair to keep your hands busy. ā€œOnly plan I got is attending our beloved friendā€™s barbecue. Which we shouldā€™ve left for, like, five minutes ago.ā€
Eddie huffs. In response, you sigh, landing just-left of condescending. ā€œNot my fault you want to fuck me regardless of what Iā€™m wearing. Itā€™s jeans and a t-shirt, Eddie, Iā€™m basically fit for a nunnery-ā€
Thereā€™s a whoosh of spiced air that wafts over first, chills cascading down your spine made worse as Eddie moves in. His left hand lands on your hip, rooting you to the carpet, while the other tracks up, skirting between the valley of your clothed breasts, your collarbone, your neckā€¦
He takes your chin between thumb and forefinger, silver rings biting cold against your skin as your neck goes lax, baring a long, tantalizing stretch of it as Eddie tilts your face up and to the side.
His lips press to the sweet spot behind your ear, then follows the slope of your neck down, stopping at your shirtā€™s collar that hides the rest of your skin. From your hip, his hand lifts to pull the fabric aside, revealing a scattered canvas of suck marks and teeth imprints that grace the top of your shoulder.
ā€œYou really gonna show up with these? Make all our friends wonder whoā€™s been marking you up?ā€
Eddieā€™s voice is low, but youā€™d be a fool to mistake it for softness.
Another shiver licks along the length of your body, and this time Eddie feels it; he presses in closer, hand sliding from your chin to hold just under your jaw as he meets your fluttering eyes in the mirror.
ā€œWhatā€™re you gonna say, hm? If Robin asks where they came from? If Steve makes a jock-y comment? If you get teased?ā€
Itā€™s not like you havenā€™t been in this situation before- attending events with mutual friends, having to act like your roommate hasnā€™t been the one checking all your boxes, making up excuses for being late or looking like someone had been using your body as their personal chew toy.
Youā€™ve always made excuses- pretty seamless ones, if anyoneā€™s counting. You donā€™t even try to squirm away when you respond, swallowing around the light pressure at your throat- ā€œIā€™ll tell them what I always do. Blind date hookup, one night stand, my dentistā€™s cousinā€™s friend that Iā€™ll never see again-ā€
Eddie bites into the soft flesh of your upper shoulder, hard, free arm wrapping around your midsection like a seatbelt while his other elbow digs into your chest, hand still wrapped around the column of your throat.
The air leaves your lungs in a rush, white-hot adrenaline surging with the sting of the bite, body stiffening against the restraints of Eddieā€™s arms as you grit out, ā€œAsshole!ā€
It sounds too whiny and pleasure-soaked to cause any real alarm, Eddie grinning into the curve of your skin (bastard) before tsking, kissing over the thumping mark in partial apology. ā€œMm. I think you like it. I think you get off on parading our little secret around the poor folks who donā€™t know any better-ā€
ā€œAs if you donā€™t.ā€ Eddie may be the one doing most of the biting but youā€™ve got the bark to match, glaring furiously at the reflection of his maddeningly-cool black-caramel gaze, even as the pressure on your windpipe increases with a minute flex of his palm.
ā€œYeah. Yā€™got me there, princess.ā€ His eyes flit across your exposed skin, like heā€™s trying to memorize all the shades and colors of you combined with the wreckage of his handiwork. ā€œMaybe you should cover up some more. So itā€™s just you ā€˜n me who knows whatā€™s under here.ā€
The cotton collar snaps back into place, covering almost all the evidence (save for the tail end of a day-old scraped hickey). Eddie releases your jaw and takes a step back, the warmth leaving your body all at once, frozen where you stand until sense returns.
You clear your throat before speaking, irritation prickling as you set to fixing your hair again from where Eddieā€™s interruption had stalled. ā€œWhatever. Fine. But Iā€™m only changing because itā€™s gonna be cold later, and a long sleeve will be better- not because you told me to.ā€
ā€œFine.ā€ Eddie adopts a neutral tone as he settles back onto the mattress with a bounce, tugging absently at the inseam of his dark jeans to relieve some of the mounting tightness. ā€œHave it your way.ā€
ā€œI will,ā€ you snap back, turning from the mirror on a socked heel, pointing an accusatory finger at the boy on the bed. ā€œAnd you better have your boots on by the time Iā€™m changed.ā€
With that, you flounce from Eddieā€™s room in search of a more conservative neckline, while Eddie pouts and pretends to have the will to disobey you for all of five seconds.
And then heā€™s up, trudging to the bureau reluctantly to source a pair of socks while scheming for the perfect excuse to take you both on the extra-long route to the barbecue.
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