He’d tried speaking a few times, but his comments and questions had gone mostly unanswered as you only made a few noncommittal sounds. It slowly started getting to Eddie and before he knew he was white-knuckling it on the drive home. As soon as he parked outside his trailer, you jumped out and headed towards your own. The intention had been for you to spend the night at Eddie’s but you weren’t interested in anything of the sort. You just wanted to get away from him.

“Babe,” you heard him call after you but didn’t turn around, instead waving him off. His long legs quickly caught up to you and you felt him attempt to wrap his fingers around your wrist, but you pulled your hand away. This time you turned around and glared at him, “what is going on?! You’ve been acting like a fuckin’ ice queen since the show ended.”

“Gosh, I don’t know, Edward,” he winced at the same sound of his full name falling venomously off your tongue. He recoiled his touch as you crossed your arm over your chest, “why don’t you ask your new little girlfriend? You seemed to like her just fine!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” his eyebrows narrowed in confusion as you remained silent, “what is your deal? You just flipped all of a sudden!”

“My deal?” your voice raised an octave as your emotions ran wild and you tried to keep it together. You were halfway between tears and just anger, “you were all over that girl at the bar! All over her! Why don’t you see if she can come over and keep your bed warm tonight?”

“That’s what this is about?” he groaned as he scrubbed a hand over his tired face, “why the fuck are you so upset over it? All she did was buy me a drink!”

“And you needed to be all in her space to say thank you?” you hated how your voice cracked as you blinked back your tears, “she was all over you! She knew what she was doing and you knew just as well! And you didn’t bother to tell her you had a girlfriend. Thanks a fucking lot!”

“You’re being ridiculous!” his voice had raised and you flinched slightly at the sound. You hated the sound of yelling and suddenly froze in place, “I was just being friendly and thanked her for a drink! You must be blind if you can’t see that you’re the only one I have eyes for! I don’t care about anyone else!”

“Eddie-”

“Why would you even think that?” he was yelling now and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole, “you think so little of me?!”

“Eddie…” you felt tears run down your cheeks but shook your head softly.

“Huh?!”

“N-no,” you sniffled and stared at the ground, focusing on the scuffed tips of your sneakers, “y-you’re right. ‘m sorry, I was being stupid. You were right and I was being dumb.”

“I…babe-” his tone shifted when he realized that something was going on with you, “I-”

“I-I gotta go,” you wiped at the tears in your eyes and turned around again. You all but ran to your car, wanting nothing more than to go home and curl up under the covers. You’d run away so quickly that you didn’t even give Eddie a chance to say anything. 

He watched you go, watched until your car was out of sight, wondering what had suddenly happened. Something had suddenly shifted within you and he had no clue why. But most of all, he felt guilty and disappointed with himself. Clearly his actions had caused your response and you regretted even raising his voice for a moment. He’d never hated himself more than in that  moment. He hurt the person he loved most in the world.

“Fuck me,” he groaned at himself, “fuck.”

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You avoided Eddie at school the next day, something you had never done before. But as soon as you’d see him you’d go the opposite direction or duck into the bathroom. It was pathetic, you felt pathetic, but you weren’t ready to talk to him. Knowing him he’d find you at some point and want to talk things through. He was good about that, about working things out and talking about them, and it was one of the many things you loved about him. But right now you would have preferred to disappear for a while. 

But ignoring him forever had never been an option, and he managed to find you in the library after school. You’d gone in the hopes that you could remain there for a bit after school in order to finish your homework. Eddie knew you well enough, however, and he walked in with a sheepish look on his face as he waved his hand in a small wave when you looked up at him. 

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispered, keeping his voice low so no one else would be disturbed by his presence, “can we talk? Please?”

You hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded after a few tense beats of silence, slowly standing up and shoving everything into your backpack. Eddie led the way out and you trailed behind him, keeping a bit of distance between the two of you. He didn’t stop until he was at the secluded spot in the woods. He turned to look at you and he could see the worry and trepidation written all over your face as you say atop the old picnic table. 

“Sweetheart,” he stood in front of you but left a comfortable space, refusing to push your boundaries and make things even worse, “I’m so sorry about last night. Really. I shouldn’t have raised my voice or yelled at you. That wasn’t right of me. I should have listened to what you had to say and respected that.”

“It’s okay,” you gave him a singular nod, allowing yourself only a quick glance at his eyes before looking away again, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

‘It’s not okay,” he insisted, crouching down so he looked up at you, raising a hand to gently brush his knuckles against your cheek, “I should never yell, especially not at you. Why…what’s going on sweetheart? I think there’s more to this than you’re telling me. And I respect if you don’t want to tell me, but I also hope you know you can tell me anything. But I do mean that I’m sorry.”

“Eddie,” you’d subconsciously leaned into his touch, comforted by the feel of his rough fingertips and soft palm, “I don’t like yelling. Last night reminded me…it reminded me of a not so great time.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, moving to take a seat next to you. He reached for your hand and took in his, threading your fingers together and giving it a gentle squeeze, “only if you want to.”

“Yeah…I trust you, Eddie. My old boyfriend, he…he was very controlling,” you confessed softly, “he used to…he never physically touched me, but he used to raise his voice when he was mad. He always had to be right, and if I ever disagreed with him or said something he didn’t like he raised he’d get so angry. He’d call me all sorts of names and throw and break things and it really scared me. He kept me convinced that I needed him and couldn’t do better than him for a long time.”

“Oh sweetheart,” you could feel him looking, that soft expression in those big bambi eyes. This time you allowed the tears to roll down your cheeks and he tenderly wiped them away, “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve that, and you didn’t deserve how I acted. I hope you can at least accept my apology.”

“I do, Eddie. I know…I know you better than that,” you nodded before resting your head on his shoulder, “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. I just…last night took me back to one of those moments, you know?”

“I can’t even imagine,” he sighed lightly, wishing he could go back in time to prevent what happened last night and to keep you from ever being subjected to anything bad. He just wanted to protect you, but he couldn’t even manage to protect you from himself, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What I said last night though, that I’ve only got eyes for you is true though. I love you so much, angel. I’m sorry.”

“I know you do, Eddie. I love you lots and lots,” you turned to look at him with a small smile, “thank you for listening to me and being so understanding. You really are the best, you know.”

“Even if I was a jerk?”

“Yeah,” you giggled softly, a sound that went straight to his heart, “I was being a bit of a jerk too. I know you would never do anything with another girl, but I saw her throwing herself at you and it made me jealous, I guess.”

“You weren’t being a jerk,” he promised, gently taking your chin in his hand, “I’m yours baby - yours and yours only. I think it’s kinda hot that you get protective.”

“Eddie,” there was a real smile on your face now, breathtaking and beautiful as always, “of course you do, you dork! I’m yours too, always.”

“Good,” he placed a gentle kiss to your lips, barely even a kiss but more of a soft brush of lips and against yours, saccharine and dreamy, “I love you, sweetheart. I promise this will never happen again.”

It started mostly normal, except that he was obviously in a worse mood than usual. You asked how his date went; he dodged the question. You pressed again, and he shook his head as he sat down on the couch, running his hands over his hair.

"It's starting to feel futile," he explained, speaking quietly knowing his kids were asleep down the hall.

"What is?"

"All of it," he breathed. "Dating, work, all of it."

You sat next to him, pulling your knees up on the sofa and tilting your head sympathetically. "Tell me about it," you offered.

Amazingly, he did. He told you about how each woman he went out with was worse than the last, and he didn't trust any of them with his kids. That made your heart skip; I'm his babysitter, he trusts me with his kids.

He told you about how rough the divorce had been, and then the custody arrangements. Apparently he was still dealing with that even though Mrs. Harrington had moved out probably almost two years ago now.

He told you about how hard his job was, how the hours killed him, how he could barely find time to spend with his family because he was putting out everyone else's fires at the office.

"That all sounds really stressful, Mr. Harrington," you cooed when he finished his rant. "You need to relax."

He chuckled a little. "Easier said than done."

"Maybe I can help you."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his eyes went wide as he watched you get on your knees on the ground.

"Let me help you relax, Mr. Harrington," you pleaded, running your hands over his legs gently as they stayed slightly spread on the couch.

"Oh, uh— I— sweetie, we can't—"

You reached up to his belt, and even if his words were hesitant, he lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for you to unbuckle it.

"Are you— fuck— are you really—? Baby..."

It made your hips wiggle against the carpet hearing him talk like that. You got his fly open next, and started to rub his cock through his boxers underneath. His eyes followed your every move in disbelief.

He was just starting to get hard when you took him out, but he was already so big... your mouth was watering. You couldn't wait any longer: you looked up at him for just a second before you leaned forward and took his fat head into your mouth.

Groaning and tilting his head back, his hands found purchase in your hair instantly.

"Fuuuck," he breathed, "you're... you're so bad, sweetie, you know you shouldn't... oh my god."

You bobbed your head eagerly, feeling him swell and harden against your tongue until your mouth was stretched to its limit by his size. You hummed around him joyfully, revelling in the softly salty taste on your tongue. Stroking with your hand what your lips couldn't reach, you took a break after a few minutes to look up at him for approval.

"Where'd a sweet girl like you learn how to do that?" he asked with a long sigh. "Fuck, keep sucking... look up at me, baby."

You did as you were told, and he adjusted his hips slightly so it was easier for you to keep eye contact with him while you suckled at his throbbing head.

"Good," he praised, stroking your cheek as you worked. "Such pretty eyes... and that pretty mouth too, god. Take it deeper, sweetie, you can choke a little."

His hand helped push you down until his dick hit the end of your throat, and you gagged helplessly. He moaned loudest at that, eyes falling shut for a moment.

"Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he noticed. "Poor baby. Choke on me again."

You did as he said and noticed his hips rocking up to push his cock even deeper and gag you even harder. Tears welled in your eyes but he purred in satisfaction.

"Mm, good job," he praised, "you're so good for me, sweetie."

Needing a break for your throat, you pulled back and stroked him slowly as you made conversation. "How long has it been since somebody sucked your cock, Mr. Harrington?" you asked sweetly.

"Fuck, I don't even know— years? Before Allie was born, probably. She didn't... she never did it, really," he mumbled, and you tried not to bite your lip. Of course his bitch ex-wife never did this to him, he was probably so starved for affection for ages.

"That's such a shame," you pouted, "it tastes so good. I'd never be able to stop tasting you, Mr. Harrington."

"Then don't stop," he encouraged, pushing your head down again. You got back into the pattern, only taking breaks to lathe the shaft in long licks from base to tip; he seemed to like those a lot.

Sometimes you felt his cock throb and you hoped it meant he would come soon: you couldn't wait. You went on for a while longer, though, and started to get desperate for it. When his heavy breathing made you pretty sure he was close, you broke the pattern one more time to encourage him. "I want you to come in my mouth," you informed him. "M'gonna swallow it, sir, I promise."

"No, fuck no," he interrupted, surprising you. "No, I want that pussy. Fuck, I need your pussy, get up here."

You climbed onto the couch eagerly, straddling his lap as he started to pull your skirt up right away. He snapped your panties off like it was nothing, instantly groaning at the sight of your mound beneath; you felt so exposed in the best way, you worried you were going to drip right down onto his khakis with him looking at you like that.

"Fuck, sweetie, you're so gorgeous," he sighed, "such a gorgeous little pussy. C'mere..."

He held your thighs, petting them as he guided you down to his cock. He stopped looking at it once he was just barely pushing inside, instead starting to watch your face as you sank down onto his length with a moan. "Fuck!" you whimpered. "Fuck, too big, you're too—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, "gotta be quiet, baby, the kids are asleep."

Your gut burned from how stupidly hot that was, and you bit your lip to try to keep it down. His cock reached the end of you and you jolted, trying to move back up, but he shook his head and kept guiding you down.

"No, sweetie, you need to take all of me," he scolded gently. "You're gonna take all of me, fuck, so good..."

Finally, somehow, he managed to get it all inside until your thighs were flush with his. You were shaking, it was so deep you were shaking; there was a slight bulge in your tummy where his cock filled you. "Mr. Harrington, it's too deep..."

He growled, actually growled, and held your hips tightly. "No, baby, it's just the right amount. You're taking me so good... all of my cock is in you, sweetie, you're doing so fucking good. Now just ride me."

Shaking and whimpering, you started to rock your hips on top of his; he sighed and watched you, looking wrecked in the best way.

"Yeah, fuck," he encouraged, "fuck, you know how long it's been since I had pussy like this? Tight, wet, young pussy like yours? You feel so fucking good..."

"You too," you moaned, "you feel so good, Mr. Harrington..."

He smirked a bit. "I think we're on a first name basis by now... but I want you to keep calling me that anyways. It's so fucking cute."

Pulling you a little closer, he whispered right by your ear.

"Maybe," he suggested, "you could even call me daddy."

"Oh, daddy," you pounced on the opportunity immediately, and he groaned in satisfaction. "Daddy, it feels really really good..."

"Yeah? Well then why don't you cream for me, huh? Let that cute little pussy come on my cock—"

You didn't even let him finish. You'd been worked up since he got here and it hit you all at once. He watched you proudly, thin laughter ringing in your ears.

"God, you're so sensitive," he groaned, "it's gonna take me a while, baby, I'm not as young as you... takes me all night sometimes."

You shuddered; "I don't have anywhere to be..."

"Yeah you do," he corrected, starting to guide your hips as your motions faltered from the exhaustion of coming. "Your parents are probably worried about you, sweetie. They don't know what a slut you are, do they?"

You shook your head. "N-no, daddy..."

"Fuck," he breathed, "you're so cute... show daddy your tits, sweetie— lift up your shirt for me and show me your tits."

He was more than capable of doing it himself, but he preferred to watch you roll up your tank top and let him see your tits, hardened from being so turned on by all this. You'd stopped wearing a bra around him months ago, and it was all worth it as he reached up and palmed one of your breasts.

"Mm," he hummed, "you've got great tits, baby— you show them off too much, though."

He slid his hand across your chest to touch the other gently. "I only did that for you, Mr. Harrington," you promised, "I just wanted your attention... wanted you to see how grown up I am..."

He smirked. "You got my fucking attention, sweetie."

With renewed energy, you started to take control again, riding him in earnest. "Really?" you confirmed hopefully. "Did you think about me, daddy? Did you ever jerk off and think about my tits?"

He delayed his answer by hissing a little, looking down at where your pussy slid up and down on him before tilting his head back again. "Yes," he admitted, "yeah, I thought about you. I would've done it a lot more if I knew you wanted me to."

"Of course I wanted you to," you giggled, "I have such a big crush on you, Mr. Harrington, I have for so long..."

"A crush, huh?" he laughed.

You nodded eagerly, whining when he held onto you tighter and started to thrust up into you off the couch.

"You know I'm more than twice your age, right?" he reminded you with a purr, and you nodded. "You know I'm older than your dad, right?"

Your head was spinning, but you nodded again.

"And you know I could get you pregnant... right?"

You moaned, head falling back, and he laughed.

"I knew it," he gloated, "I knew that was what you wanted— knew you needed some babies fucked into you, sweet girl. Daddy's gonna knock you up, s'that what you want?"

"Yes, yes!" you sobbed.

You weren't moving at all now, you were limp and useless as he thrust up into you hard and fast, making you cry and moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth. "I'll come, fuck, nice and deep," he promised, "and give you a baby, yeah? Get you so full and pregnant, just how you want it."

You were begging him for it, but it was all muffled into nonsense under his hand as he fucked up into you rough and fast. It ended with a groan, his head falling back and his body going limp under you as he came. You collapsed onto him, both of you sinking into the couch as you caught your breath.

His hands rested on your thighs still, sometimes petting them or moving up to your waist; you shyly hid your face in the crook of his neck, hardly believing that this really happened— and terrified you would wake up and realize it was all a wonderful dream. "Think I'm gonna need you to babysit for me again tomorrow night," he broke the silence suddenly. "I'll pay double for the short notice."