Sat on the Sidelines
Summary: Eddie punishes you and you call the safeowrd, queue the fluffy aftermath!
Pairing: rockstar!Eddie x reader
Trigger Warning: smut / safe word using / pushing past limits
Content Warning: viberators / semi public / embarrassment / pet names / nudity / belittling / sir title /sub-dom dynamic / subspace
This is quite a long one! Enjoy!
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Eddie knew you were being off, he wasn't dumb. he's been with you for enough years to be able to read you clear as day. So when you started going quiet at times, pulling away, being short and snappy, he had his suspicions.
But when them actions turned into him having to repeat himself multiple times, and after countless offerings to get you to open up only to be met with an overly dramatic "im fine" or "nothing" or "would you stop asking" he was seriously starting to lose his patience.
"Honey?" That deep warm croaky voice broke the nice silence that fell in your hotel room, you looked up from your book, he continued "You're not being honest with me lately. And you keep acting out: not listening, not replying, not being nice." He got up, silently taking your book out your hands - dog earring the page because he still cared. "I don't like telling you off, Honey, so I'm going to ask once more: What's wrong?"
You sigh at him, he was knelt on the floor next to the bed, but still you shake your head. "Nothing Eddie."
"Nothing: you don't wanna bother me. Or Nothing: you can't bring yourself to stay it. Or Nothing: I'm just feeling off all together?" You look at him flat - you can feel your own dead pan expression. "Baby," shaking hushed, he gets up and walks to his suitcase, still talking to you, "You know I don't like doing this. Lay down, please."
"But-t"
"Nah-ah" He's not looking but you could feel him switch, "You've had more than enough chances Babe. Now, lay down and be good for me." He continues after the sound of rustling stops, and walks back to the bed, "Good. Okay, I'm going to put this on your clit, and you're going to take it until I say you've had enough and maybe then you'll want to talk." As he talks in a slightly deeper much, more sterner voice, he wave the object in his hands. "Can I get a colour?"
"Green."
"Good. You part them legs for me and keep them hands above your head, yah?" Something about that condensing tone and how he's stood above you goes straight down south. "Good." And how he practically purrs at you too.
You didn't really think your week of mild weird emotions would lead you to being emotionally pinned to a king size bed in some random hotel in some random state in just a t shirt. The all too familiar buzz fills the room. Your body jumps and whines at the feeling "Oh now you want to speak?" Oh, that devilish teasing tone was back. "Pitty i'm not in the mood to hear it anymore."
"I'm- Sorry."
Eddie was stood at the foot of the bed shaking his head at you "Don't want to hear word from you, Pet, got it?"
You nodded, using a lot of self restraint to hold in the annoyed groan - you couldn't work out why he was getting under your skin. Eddie leant against the desk opposite just watching. You knew even with your eyes closed your every move was being monitored. Your whimpering, gasping, rolling of your hips, tummy tensing, bitting of your lips: all being watched.
You knew this was a punishment but when you could feel the wave in your groin growing it was hard to not be selfish.
"You need to cum?" You nodded vigorously "I asked you a question."
"Yes."
"Good. Cum as much as you can. Don't want you holding anything in." He jumped of the desk as he was sure you were cumming.
You were struggling to keep your legs open. You managed but your knee did start to face inwards. The struggle to keep quiet was painful enough, all you wanted was to talk to him, tell him how you felt, beg for him, ask him things, anything.
Upon hearing him get up, your eyes shot open to seeing him walking toward the door, "Eddie?" You repeated yourself a few times thinking you must have been speaking in your head, "Orange!"
He retracted back front being unseen due to a corridor, "You okay?"
"Please don't leave me." You almost jumped at how sorry and almost teary your voice sounded.
Eddie did too, he felt his heart crack. You had a pout accompanying the sorrow too, "Oh Sweet, I'm just going to Piss."
Your eye squeeze shut for a moment trying to fight the urge to making some sort of noise from viberator bullying you, "P-please dont- please-"
"I'll leave the door open, okay?" You nodded, "Good girl, remember to be silent" You nodded again, he blew you a kiss.
From the bathroom, he could see your legs slightly kicking out from the mirror. There was something he could never put his finger on when seeing and having you like this for him because of him, whatever that something was it made his heart tick over, like you were his own porn magazine come to life.
The sound of his phone ringing pulled you back into the room after your orgasm, you were sure your stomach muscles and thighs were going to feel all of this in the morning. Looking over at Eddie, he acknowledged the phone and put two fingers to his lips for you.
"Yeah?... Gareth, what?... Tonight?" His eyes were glued to you and you tried your everything to stay silent but the look was enough to make you dribble. "Dude! These shows have been so metal! Exactly man, did not think we'd ever to do this..." The intense eye contact and similarly intense vibrations... you could feel another orgasm approaching.
In your heart, you knew you didn't really want to cum again, you knew it was gonna be nothing but muscle spasms... the joyful feeling was starting to decrease. The fast approaching feeling was betting to pull strangled noises outta you.
Eddie removed his phone from his ear, eyebrows pitched to his hairline, "Why did I say?" Absolutely unfazed about being on the phone.
"Be quiet."
"What are you not being?"
"Quiet."
"And what will you be?"
"Quiet."
"Thought so." He nods, continuing his talk with Gareth.
Your head lulls back, you'd never felt so cloudy: unsure if you were enjoying yourself, unsure if the pain in your stomach muscles was satisfying, unsure why Eddie being so cold and stern felt so hot.
"Dude I'm so down to go out, but y/n's not feeling too hot... Yeah, still dunno what's up with her, I'm sure it's nothing, she's probably home sick, you know how the princess gets." Eyes still very much locked on you, he mouths 'colour' you mouth back 'green'. "Alright man, see ya in the morning."
The feeling of your orgasm had you tensing your face: brows knotted, eye clenched, lips rolled in. You were really trying your all to be good for him and follow the rules but you didn't know much longer you could go. The feel was so much that you hadn't even noticed you'd pulled your legs together.
Eddie jumped off the desk to part them, "Nah uh, you know the rules." It was a scoff if anything.
You knew Eddie was pushing you. You knew you wanted this, you both had recently spoken about it but you never thought exactly how intense it'd be for you to get used to. The feeling was immeasurable, it was a different sort of ache. Like a quiet numb. And you were slipping, you feel it.
Hands on your knees, he continued, "You got another one?" You shook your head violently no, "C'mon pretty, you've got one more in you."
You shook your head with more point, "No no no no"
"Yes yes yes yes"
"No no no no" Your voice was waving, all high pitched and broken - you were almost sobbing. It was all too much, Eddie was too much, the rattling between your legs was too much, the atmosphere was too much. You fought against him, pushed your knees back together and rolled yourself to the side, "No no- Red red red!" You howled, practically in tears.
At the sound of the word, Eddie felt himself zone back in. He took his hands off you, seeing you balled up. He felt like shit, how did he let himself get so caught up to not notice you not having fun anymore? He sat down on the bed next to you, removing the vibrator from your legs and turning it off, "It's over now, Love. C'mon, look at me."
You tucked more into yourself, crying, "I'm so sorry- I just- I wanted to be good."
"Hey" His heart broke, "Can I touch you?" He paid all his attention to you, spotting your nod, he rested his hand on your hair, stroking through it. "You did so good. So so good. I love you so much."
You roll over, peering over your arms, "Hi" He smiles down at you, tucking loose hair strands behind your ear, "So so good for me, you." He was speaking so quiet, so only for you and him to hear.
You look up at him, pouting your lips, he pouts back. "Wanna go for a bath?" The lack of verbal response is all he needed to know that you had fallen into your subspace.
A kiss to your hairline and he was getting up again. You couldn't help the way your brain shouted for him to stay, so scared he was going to leave, so in turn you couldn't help the way a tangled and whined "No" had the slipped through.
"What's wrong"
"No go."
He crouched down to meet you laying across the bed, "Got to go to run your bath, baby." You shook your head again, "Oh sad baby." His thumb ripped across the almost concrete pout. "You want to come help me?"
With a shy nod and small smile, he'd hiked you up in his arms and bounded towards the bathroom. Letting you sit on the toilet lid as he filled bath with water and bubbles, letting you mindlessly play with his free hand, rolling the rings and pulling his fingers, you had finally started to feel you brain simmer.
Eddie enjoyed just sitting and looking at you: you were that type of pretty he could never bore of, just simply plain captivating! "You did so good for me." He reminded, still a stupidly hopeless smile on his lips, "I'm so proud of you."
During his little moment, he'd pulled you in-between his legs, moving a hand to your jaw stroking your cheek. Moments like this were often for you both. Eddie's hectic life required small still to keep his feet grounded. But for you, they reminded you that his hash side was nothing but a sexual ego: that he still would lay over puddles for you to keep your feet dry; braid your hair when your muscles hurt; make the bed when you weren't feeling up for it; love you when you were struggling to love yourself.
"Can I take your shirt off?" Again, he spoke in this whispered tone not even the angels above could hear. You smiled, nodded and he was helping you.
When you got in the bath with Eddie knelt on the floor next to you, the heat hugging your tired muscles and the bubbles slightly tickling you as you moved: it felt like you'd died. Surely what had you done to deserve this?
You gazed your eyes from the space in the water to your boyfriend, unable to audible ask "Please come join me."
Eddie knotted his brows at you and you continued until he was able to understand. A small "ohhh- absolutely!" and he carefully pushed you forward so he could come sit behind you.
The feel of you both skin on skin, again the hot water hugging you, the cold wall Eddie rested his head on, you absently swishing the water and blowing the bubbles, him running his finger tips along your biceps: Eddie never though this was for him - written in stone in his family doctrine that soft sweet moments weren't even made for thoughts.
He felt his stomach settle - that weird wash of calm that hits everywhere at once but only shows itself as a small smile - and he was sure he was falling in love all over again.
He'd lent over to get the sponge and body wash and started to clean where he could: back, neck, torso, arms. Everything was always met with a kiss on the head, "You wanna do your feet for me? And down there?" His kiss was met with a cheeky smile and bubbles blown at him.
Once he'd dried and clothed himself, his full attention was back to you. You brain was starting to reload again, everything looking a little less hazy. "Legs up, Sweet." Towel around you, you were scooped out.
He plopped on the bed, telling you he was going to get all your little 'pretty bits'. He was glad to be met with a small "okay" and coy smile.
He helped dry you, and smother you in moisturiser - usually he'd put too much on and you'd tell him you now felt slippery and he'd defend saying 'you smelt like a flower shop so where's the bad bit?', but today the too much was met with a little 'eww' giggled as you felt it go on - give you a handful of kisses and got you dressed. The disregarded vibe was thrown aimlessly into the suitcase, and he jumped back onto the bed, patting next to him.
When the smile looked a little more bigger - with your eyes creasing now - he smiled back. He loved you all cloudy, airy and lost in your head but he feel in love with the bigger, louder, cockier you.
You jump back into his arms, face in his chest, his hands rubbing your back, "Thank you."
Another kiss to your head, "You know I'm always gonna be here." For you're lost in your head or when you can't get back in it.
"Yeah, just means more when it happens, ya know?"
"Wanna talk about it?"
You groan, smothering your face with your hands, embarrassed, "I'm so sorry- I know I've been weird this week. Sorry- I- um-" The thumb rubbing circles over your hips reminds you of his previous words, "I didn't want to be selfish."
"What-?"
"Eddie," You sat up, "This is your dream. And I love seeing you play your heart out every night, and seeing you do all the weird things on the side. I didn't want to distract you or make you enjoy it less because I was-"
"Hey, no, I'm going to worry even if you tell me or not."
"I know- but-"
"Tell me." The angels weren't meant to be listening to yous.
"It's so dumb. But I think I felt lonely? Or maybe, like I was in the way? I don't know-"
He stretched up, putting a hand on your cheek, "Why did you feel like that?"
"You're always so busy and caught up in all this," You waved your hand around the room "Which is so allowed and expected-"
"And so are your feelings. You felt like you being here was stopping me from having fun?" You nodded, his thumb stroked more intently, "You tell me next time. Don't make me do all that just to get you to talk."
You let out a breathy laugh, "Sorry."
"It's okay, you know i'm not mad or upset with you, yes?" You nodded, "You can tell me anything and I won't get mad." You raised your brows at him, "Well almost anything."
You laughed, and so did he. Once a little more quiet, you nestled back down into his chest.
"Can I ask though..." He felt you look up, "Why did you call the safe word?"
"Um... I think I got inpatient, or overwhelmed. It was hurting and I couldn't tell if I liked it."
"Okay, that's okay." He nodded along, "Thank you for using it."
"Thank you for listening." You smiled at each other, sharing an overly too intimate kiss, "Besides, Some wise sex god told it's there to be used, soo" You shrugged, pulled a laugh and another set of light kisses from him.
"You tell me when you feel lonely, yeah?" You nod, "And I'll try remember to check in on you more." You liked that one a bit more, nodding again, "I think I'll have to have a chat with this sex god about how to get rid of this loneliness." His tone was low, rigid and flirty.
"I love you."
"And I love you"
"Wanna go to sleep, or do we ring Gareth back to see what they're up to?"
"Oh god-" You groaned into him, he laughed, floating his hands up into your hair, brushing through it. "I forgot about that- I don't wanna face him tonight. Or ever."
"We could just hide in here forever."
"You've got interviews and shit?"
"Not unless I dont go."
You pull back up "Eddie-"
"The girl's feeling lonely, then doesn't except the company, how does a man win?" Dramatic, theatrical, attention loving - 3 key Eddie qualities.
"Shut up" You swat his chest laughing at him.
He smiled at you, "Seriously, I will call it all off for you."
"I know, but this is your dream."
"Wouldn't be worth a thing without you being here."
Seriously, you couldn't help the deadpan expression, "That was disgusting Eddie"
He gasped, hand to his chest, metaphorically stabbed "You are impossible!"
You chuckled at him, "I love you but I'm not immune to the cheese!"
"eh, you get to deal with it all day tomorrow now sooo" He smiled cockily and patted his chest "come give Daddy a cuddle."
"Oh my god-" laughing but still caving in, you laid back down onto him.
He groans into you, "mmm you're warm."
You sigh a smile "You too."
A kiss was felt to your hair, he felt a kiss to his chest. "Nu'night Eddie"
"Night love"
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