The evening cast long shadows along the ground. A warm orange light casts from the sky into your quaint trailer as you set down the last of your belongings on the counter and looked around. Recalling the fond memories that tainted each square inch of this place you once called home, now empty and cold to the touch. You never truly felt like you belonged anywhere, always an outcast searching for a home. But this place was as close as you ever got. Half of your things were already settled in, and the other half scattered in boxes along the hallway; you decided enough had gotten done today, and plopping yourself down on the couch with your favorite tea was more than deserved. Just as you were about to grab a book from the shelf and let it whisk you away into a world far away from the depressing reality you now sulked in, a knock rumbled at your door as you went to answer it. Tom. 

"Ya told me to come at 6; I can come back if ya-" You quickly cut him off, assuring him it was okay and motioning him to come inside. You nearly forgot you'd invited him over after running into him in the trailer park earlier that day as you arrived at the park. Tom gave you a grateful smile before entering and shutting the door. You recalled the day you met Tom all those years ago. There were no facades, no preconceptions, no expectations. It was as if you'd known each other for a lifetime; time constantly blurred when you were around him. He made you forget everything wrong in the world and consumed your thoughts effortlessly. " 's a bit of a mess in here, eh? Need some help?" 

"Oh, because your trailers all neat and tidy?" You teased, and he let out a small chuckle.

"I'll get round to it dreckly. 'M sure of it." You scuffed while setting down some clothes from your bag into the small dresser and walking back into the living room.

Tom took a seat on the couch, stretching one arm out on the backrest. He tried to distract himself from the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach from being around you after so long by glancing around your trailer. Your books were stacked neatly on a small shelf, tabs, and stickies poking out from all the notes you inevitably jotted down as you became encompassed in each story. He didn't even notice he was fiddling with a cream blanket beside him, the scent of you still so prevalent on it; he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself in it. Being surrounded by you was unsettling and comforting in the best possible way. His mind couldn't help but wonder what evenings with you would look like, laying with you on the couch with your favorite book in hand while he stroked your hair and soothed you after a long day at work. He yearned for it more than anything. 

"Why do you always look at me like that?" You questioned as he sat up and leaned his head back towards the couch.

"Like what?" 

"Like that." You gestured toward his face hoping he'd get the point.

"Don't think I can look at ya and not smile, birdie." His words made your heart swell. It was true. Tom couldn't remember a moment he looked at you and didn't have a smile painted on his face; he couldn't help it. He missed this; the way he felt when he was around you was like nothing else. Like the aching void inside of him, he didn't even realize was there had been finally filled after all this time.

Tom sank back into the couch, getting more comfortable and eyeing an old polaroid stashed in a small box on your coffee table with photos of an old flame he faintly recalled peeking out from the side.

"Still on about that emmet, eh?" He teased and pointed towards the box, but you physically cringed at the memories of regrets from three summers ago, trying to lodge themselves in your head again. 

"That was a long time ago, Tom. Plus, think I learned my lesson, hm?" You snapped, your back now turned to him. Tom's smile faded, and regret washed over him. The memory coming back to him now, how you looked that night you showed up at his trailer, heartbroken and tears streaming down your face over a summer fling with a tourist you barely knew. He recalled the anger inside him and how he pushed it to the side in order to be there for you, to hold you through it. He vowed never to let anyone hurt you that way again; he would've stuck to his words too if you hadn't picked up and left in pursuit of that so-called better job without warning all those years ago. Who knows what he's failed to protect you from now. You cleared your throat, making Tom snap out of it, not letting himself dwell on what could've been any longer.

"'M sorry, bird." He muttered almost to himself. You turned towards him with a bewildered look. "I know I been a bit of twat. Didn't mean to upset ya an' all." 

"It's fine, Tommy." -- "Did ya have something you wanted to talk about? You asked to come over and all..." 

"Yeah, well, I-I guess I-Shit." Tom's mouth opened, but the words ceased. He was ready; he told himself he was the second he saw you waltz into that trailer park again. He couldn't let you slip through his fingers again without telling you how he felt about you; he wouldn't. "After Ruth-after I realized-I jus'" His mouth went dry, and he forgot everything he craved to tell you as soon as he felt your eyes on him. But now you were here, in front of him in all your glory, looking pretty like you always did, and he was stuck. You could tell he wanted to say something important by the way he fiddled and chewed on the inside of his cheek. His breathing seemed to quicken, and by his adoring gaze, a slither of hope bloomed in your chest at the possibility that maybe he felt the same way you did after so long. You moved to sit by him on the couch, waiting for him to say something, anything, but there was just silence as your eyes explored his. "Jus' wanted to tell ya about tonight; everyone's headin' to the bar from work, 's all." 

"You're full of shit, you know that, Tom?" You spit venom in your words, and your voice raised higher than you realized, which made him wince at your words.

"What's that supposed to mean? 'M full of shit?" Tom's demeanor immediately shifted as he moved a little further from you on the couch. "Maybe if ya didn't snap at me, I'd say it..." He muttered under his breath, barely audible enough for you to hear.

"Well, go on then, hm? Ruth's not here clouding up that head of yours anymore, so what is it, Tommy?" You didn't mean for it to come out as enraged as it did, but you couldn't help it. It had been years of bottled-up 'what ifs' and 'what could have been,' and you were sick of it. This isn't how you pictured it. It's supposed to be easy. Comparable to lulling to sleep. This was hard. You took one last pleading look at him before speaking. "You were gonna say something else. I know you were...please." 

"Bleddy, ya not gonna make me say it, eh?" He rubbed a hand on his jaw in frustration. You noticed how his jaw clenched and his breath caught in his throat. "Birdy..." You stepped closer toward him until you could feel his breath fanning your face. Tom's deep chestnut eyes bore into yours as you took him in. Your fingers craved to trace the small lines that had appeared on his face since you last saw him, no doubt traces of how the time you had been away from each other having taken a toll on him. His curls had grown slightly longer, unruly, and practically dangling over his face; you had to physically fight the urge to run your fingers through them. You took his hand in yours, giving him space and allowing him to continue if he felt the need to do so. "Worried I’ll be shit at it 's all. 'Cause of the whole Ruth stuff, ya know." Tom mumbled. "Jus' fancied ya for ages, never thought I was good enough. Then ya left, and I dunno." He paused briefly, catching himself in his own ramblings. "I love ya, bird...think I always 'ave." You beamed, but something told him your response was half appreciation and half disbelief.

Before you knew it, your mouth was on his. Tom's lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside and deepen the kiss. Your breath quickened when you felt his hands slide across your waist and cup your face on one side as he sighed into the kiss. It didn't take long for Tom's hunger for you to become apparent, with feverish hands bringing you closer until you were straddling his lap. Your hands finally tangled in his curls, breathing in as much of him as possible before he pulled away slightly. 

But you couldn't stop. Not now. Not when you had him withering away into a blubbering mewling mess right under you. You snapped back into it when you felt the straps of your top fall below your shoulders, exposing your tits to him. Large palms began to knead them, pinching one already stiff nipple while his mouth worked on the other. His hips bucked towards yours, desperate for any friction you were willing to give him while he placed wet kisses on every piece of skin he could get to and soothed every bite with the warmth of his tongue, a promise of what was about to happen if you let him in. Your moans echoed off the far walls of the trailer, unable to regain control of yourself once he began to roll his hips in sync with yours. His bulge hitting your clit every time had the both of you desperate for release. You felt your wetness seeping past the thin seam of your panties and onto your inner thigh as his fingers dug into your hips to guide you.

Tom's head is thrown back onto the couch, giving you access to bring your lips to his neck, making him choke back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut, trying his best to gather thoughts. "Fuck bird, ya keep that up, and 'M not gon' last much longer." He practically mewled as you picked up your pace while his lips went back to tasting your skin. The sensation of his hands roaming your body and your swollen clit, getting precisely the pressure and friction it craved. Soft heat flushed through your veins as you pressed yourself closer to him. Tom's lips never left yours, taking every whimper and guiding your hips to grind on him steadily.

Tom cradled your face in his hands, his lingering stare and blissed-out look making you shiver against his touch. His eyes were still burning with lust as he pulled himself from the kiss and glanced up at you. His face flushed and lips swollen pink. Your eyes diverted to where you had been grinding on his lap, the obvious tent in his work pants making you bite down on your lower lip with a smirk. Tom took your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your gaze back to him before moving you to sit on the couch as he sank between your knees, throwing your legs over his shoulder, nibbling on the insides of your thighs. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest as you felt Tom's hand push your skirt up to bunch around your hips; he held your gaze and placed a delicate kiss on your already-soaked center before hooking his fingers on the sides and sliding them right off. 

Tom's tongue ran sloppily along your slit, gathering your wetness only to tease but never quite get to your needy clit. Your head soon lulls back when you feel his tongue firmly press into you. One of his hands leaves your thigh to bring a thumb to your newly abandoned clit, giving skilled circles to the slick flesh.

You moaned borderline pornographically at the sensation and squirmed, but he didn’t relent. Tom just concentrated on making you fall apart under him, reveling in the soft cage of your thighs. Your chest heaved as he inserted a finger inside you, pumping and pressing against that tender spot. Tom can’t stop himself from groaning into you, drunk on the feeling of making you feel this good. Voice muffled as his cock strained in his work pants, desperate to ease the pressure; he could cum from just devouring you, and he was sure of it. If he knew you’d make these pretty sounds for him, he’d have done this much sooner. 

"Right there. Don't stop." His lips circle and suck at your clit, making you moan and mewl in an entirely different way. An arch of your back is the signal he earns to keep doing what he’s doing. Tom doesn't relent as he inserts another finger when he suddenly feels you clench down on him and practically sob as your orgasm rips through you. He drinks you in and continues his ministrations. Once he knew you were sated, Tom pulled away, his chin and mouth coated in your juices as he licked his fingers clean before pulling you to stand with him.

Tom carried you from the couch and laid you on the bed before removing his shirt, pants, and boxers as he climbed over you. His cock bounced against the tuff of hair covering the lower half of his tummy, the length was definitely more than you were used to, but it had your mouth watering at the sight. Aching and red, leaking droplets of precum from the slit. Tom had you splayed out under him, hooded eyes, and already fucked out from just his mouth. 

"Your fuckin' beautiful bird. 'M never gonna get 'nough of you." His fingertips traced the clasp of your bra, and you nodded, signaling him to get rid of it. He wasted no time mouthing on the soft tissue of your breast, his other hand kneading the neglected one, wet lips enveloping your nipple and swirling until your hands tugged on his soft curls. His lips moved along your neck and the skin on your collarbone, sucking and etching a trail before pulling away. Tom admired his work; he lightly kissed the purple marks adorned your body to soothe the skin.

Tom was absent-mindedly sliding his length along your slick, the tip of his swollen cock catching on your clit with every swipe that had you whining under him. He lined himself up with your entrance, eyes flickering to yours to make sure this was okay, make sure you still wanted this, still wanted him. You could sense the doubt inching into his mind, so you pulled him down into a bruising kiss, pushing your hips up to assure him, making the head of his cock slip inside. A hum of appreciation rumbled deep inside your throat. 

"Fuckin’ hell." A hot jolt of energy spread inside your tummy as Tom continued to push inside you. Your heart fluttered, air leaving your lungs as you exhaled in contentment, watching Tom's eyes squeeze shut and mouth fall into a perfect 'o' at the feeling of finally bottoming out inside you. His grunts rumbled through you, growls that sent a wave of desire spiraling through your body until you were burning up with need. 

"You feel 's good." Your warm, soaked walls are like velvet around Tom's cock as his hips thrust in and out of you. Groaning softly in your ear while you clawed your nails into his back from the pressure. He can feel your cunt begin to throb, wishing he could just take a second to sit back and watch you take him so well. A golden curl dangled from his head, the chill from his chain pressing on your forehead with every thrust as he picked up his pace making the coil in your center tighten further. 

"Tommy.." You could feel every ridge of his cock and the heaviness of his balls slapping against your ass every time he slammed into you. An endless string fills the room as you buck your hips to meet his. Your walls clench, then flutter. "Hmph-please." Tom sees how you're struggling to string together words as your mind goes numb, slowly losing yourself to the bliss as he slithers a hand between where your bodies meet to swipe methodically at your clit, making your thighs quiver around him.

"Go ahead and cum for me, yeah? Need to feel ya, bird. Please." 

That was all you needed. White hot pleasure built in your core and snapped as you writhed under him. Completely lost in the euphoria, the intensity of the sensations coursing through you, increasing pleasure with every touch, every caress, every whisper of encouragement. Tom continued to fuck you through your orgasm as he chased his own. "Fuck. 'M gonna cum. W-where?" 

"Inside, Tommy. Please. I want to feel you." Something inside Tom splintered at your words, and he cascaded into his own ecstasy, spilling himself into you. He made sure to lean on one side, wary not to put his entire body weight on you before carefully pulling himself out and sitting back between your legs.

Closing your eyes, you relished the feeling of Tom's cum slipping out of you, already knowing that you were making a mess on your clean sheets. You barely noticed how he was almost admiring his work, gently taking two fingers and pushing whatever dripped out of your overstimulated cunt back inside, making you squirm away from him. Tom couldn't help it; he was proud of himself. Proud that he'd been the one to make you come apart like this. He wanted nothing more than to make you lose control again and again, to know that he was the cause of it. 

"Come here." You pull Tom to lay next to you and nestle close to his chest as he puts an arm over you. "So what now?"

The image of you lying on your stomach across his bed with a D&D book flat and open before you as you innocently flipped through the various drawings mesmerized him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his breathing quicken as you leaned forward slightly, giving him a better view of your chest. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to shove his face in your tits and never come up. Worship them, suffocate between them until he died a happy man.

Eddie tried to focus on the unplanned campaign before him. But it was useless. Every single one of this thoughts consumed with one thing. Your tits. The way they'd look kneaded in his hands, laved and littered in marks as a reminder of his claim on you. Eddie shuddered at the thought, feeling like a gross pervert just knowing how worked up he was over you, mindlessly pressing your tits together and gawking whenever you threatened to spill out of your shirt. How were you supposed to know that your decision to wear a low-cut top on a scorching day would make him want to bust in his pants at any moment. Eddie was suddenly very grateful for the leather journal on his lap, concealing how hard he was growing in his jeans.

"Eds? Everything alright?" Humiliation washed over him when he realized you were following his line of sight to your chest, making you smirk. "Eddie Munson, are you staring at my tits?" Eddie visibly tensed at the accusation; although true, he couldn't bear the sound of it out loud. What if you hated him for it? What if you never wanted to come over or see him again, all because he was being a sick fucking pervert who couldn't keep it in his pants? He couldn't fathom the thought. With your gaze burning a hole right through him, he knew there was no denying it now. He knew you were never one to shy away from anything like that. If there's anything Eddie learned about you in the time you'd been dating, there was scarcely a filter on that mouth of yours.

"All you had to do was ask, baby." You watched as he became frantic and clutched the chair beneath him. Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, and his hands felt clammy against his bouncing knee. You could tell he was lost in his own thoughts as he pursed his lip. On the other hand, you were determined to take matters into your own hands. Carefully, you set the book to the side and situated yourself on the bed, kneeling at the edge of it before pulling at the hem of your shirt and swiping it over your head. Eddie felt himself twitch in his already constricting jeans. He strained to commit everything to memory, each of your tits cupped perfectly in a simple black satin bra he'd gotten glimpses of so many times before. He had to stop himself from lunging toward you and ravaging them.

"Should I take this off?" You gestured towards your bra as Eddie's chest puffed in and out with labored breaths, processing every piece of skin exposed to him before he interrupted.

"Um, ca-can I?" Eddie shakily responded as he rose from the chair and cautiously approached you. You nodded up at him, his musk and the scent of weed invading your senses, when you felt his trembling hand behind you, struggling to unclip your bra and remove it with inexperienced fingers. You could've sworn you saw Eddie's eye pop out of his head, his mouth drying at the sight of your tits baring before him.

"They're perfect." Was all he could muster. Eddie felt lightheaded; he was sure he could feel every drop of blood in his body rush straight to his cock.

"Yeah?" Your mouth curved into a smile when you felt him cup your face with one hand and run a thumb along your cheek.

"Yeah. C-can I?" You nodded as Eddie's fingers lightly traced along your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your nipples pebbled as his hands skimmed over the sides of your tits, taking his time to memorize every curve before you felt him cup the supple flesh. The chill of his rings and the warmth of his palm made you arch your back and lean further into him. With every touch and feel, Eddie became more and more confident, drawing out sounds from you he'd never heard before. His breath hitched as he kneaded one tit and then moved on to the other. Eddie was addicted. He wanted to record every single sound and whimper and replay it in his mind forever.

The setting sun cast an orangey hue across the afternoon sky. Golden rays of sunlight lit up the scene and illuminated the van as you drove across the state and down the desolated highway. You were sitting on the far end of the front seat of Eddie's van staring at the desert and bland scenery out the window as he tapped away to a Metallica song blaring the speakers. You didn't know how it came to this. But when you mentioned the colossal opportunity that presented itself for Corroded Coffin to play for a representative of one of the most lucrative metal record labels in the country, the band scrambled last-minute travel plans together to Indianapolis, and somehow you and Eddie had no other choice but to make the trip together. 

You have been managing the band for a little over six months, a job description that only consisted of being front row for their shows at The Hideout and passing the time on Hellfire nights which turned out to be your favorite part of the week. It came with little to no pay grade, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. The day he asked you to manage his band after coming across you at several of their shows and seeing your enthusiasm for the music, you beamed at the opportunity; you had feelings for Eddie for as long as you could remember. Admiring him from afar had always been your norm, but you'd take any chance to be closer to him, even if he never really showed signs of feeling the same way.

Eddie continued tapping away in an attempt to drown out his own thoughts with the piercing music, but it was useless. You were practically pressed up against the window and sitting as far away as possible from him. Still, even in this proximity, his breathing felt uneasy, and he couldn't stop himself from fidgeting the entire time. He should be used to it by now; after pining silently after since high school, you always had this effect on him. Soothing him while also setting every nerve in his body on high alert, he couldn't get enough. He struggled to keep his eyes on the road and off of you; the warm arrays of the sun reflected off your eyes in the most captivating way; he wondered if you knew how beautiful you were. Eddie would tell you every second of every day if he could. A sound erupted from the van's hood, breaking him away from the turmoil in his head as you slightly jolted from your seat beside him.

"What was that?" You said as Eddie carefully pulled over to the side of the road and stepped out to assess the van before coming back around.

"It's not good. Looks like we're gonna have to crash at the next motel for the night and look for a mechanic in the morning." You nodded, trying not to let your frustration show. Not only did you have to endure this trip alone with Eddie, but now this was just torture. 

You came across a small motel off the nearest exit and pulled in as Eddie went to the front desk to get everything sorted out. You sat quietly inside the van for what seemed like forever until he returned, opening your door and motioning you outside. "Good news is we have somewhere to crash, and they even got us a mechanic to pass by early in the morning." He paused momentarily, glancing down towards the keys jingling in his hand before continuing. "Bad news is they only got one room, and it's uh one bed, so I guess you're stuck with me, sweetheart." Eddie forced a chuckle, a feeble attempt at teasing you, but his nerves bled through as he cleared his throat.

"One bed?" That part rang in your ears, and the disdain was evident in your voice and made Eddie slightly wince. Guess the torture continued after all. You were already losing your shit over having to be in a car with him; now, you had to spend the night in a room alone on one bed. Great. "Whatever, it's fine."

"Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll get the bags." Eddie's tone was scarcely discouraged while he quickly gathered your bags and followed you inside the room. The room was retro and simple. A clunky chipped-away wooden nightstand with a golden lamp sat on one side of the queen bed covered in a worn-out floral bedspread and a bland dust-covered desk in the far right corner. Eddie set your bag on the bed while slinging his to the other and flopping down dramatically on the mattress, making the springs creak under his weight. "You hungry?" 

"Sure, I could eat."

"I'm gonna head to the gas station for some smokes. Honeybun and pretzels or?" Your heart warmed at the fact that he recalled your go-to snack; you flashed him a smile without realizing it and nodded.

Eddie quickly leaped out of bed and grabbed his wallet to flee the room. You settled back into the pillows and unwound a little as soon as the door slammed shut. You'd been going stir-crazy in the van being so close to Eddie, observing how his knuckles flexed under the glare of his rings or how the stretched-out collar of his tank top showed glimpses of his toned chest every time he leaned over to change the song. You had to stop yourself from clenching your thighs together whenever he got close to you, and the scent of weed and musk engulfed you the best way. Either way, you had to get this tension out somehow before Eddie returned. Your hand slithered down your stomach as your thoughts were trained on Eddie. You figured if you were going to be troubled all night, you might as well make it a little easier for yourself.

After some time and gathering everything, Eddie made his way back to the room, deciding to take a quick smoke before going back inside. A faint light bled through the various curtains in the long hallway, and soft moans echoed from somewhere inside. Eddie was sure it was coming from another room until he approached your door, but it wasn't. It was coming from you. A slant in the corner of the curtain gave him a look inside while going undetected. You were splayed out on the bed, one hand moving inside your underwear and the other kneading your tit. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and that's when he heard it. "Eddie." His name falling from your perfect lips. You were touching yourself while thinking about him. Eddie almost hunched over, choking back a moan; he could practically feel the blood rushing to his already painfully hard dick. His hand instinctively ran over his jeans, attempting to ease the pressure beneath the denim, but it was no use. He needed you, and he could tell you needed him too. Before he could talk himself out of it, Eddie put the cigarette out, turned the door handle, cautiously walked inside, and approached the bed as quietly as possible without startling you.

You didn't notice Eddie's presence until he practically stood beside you and took your wrist in his hand before you could withdraw it fully from your shorts. His eyes darkened as they scanned your body, taking in the way your t-shirt bunched up above your tits, no bra underneath to cover them, and a wet patch already staining your underwear. 

"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart." Eddie's voice was low and stern and dripping with lust. Your glance fell to the prominent strain in his jeans as he sat beside you. You continued to draw circles along your clit, drawing out your pleasure, imagining how his hands would feel, how his fingers would fill you up better than yours ever could.

Eddie couldn't take it anymore, and before he even realized it, he was unbuttoning himself and sliding his jeans and boxers down until his cock sprang free. Your movements slightly halted when you caught a glimpse of him, hooded eyes watching your every move, sweat beading on his forehead, ring-adorned hands sliding along his leaking shaft as muffled moans escaped him. You abandoned your own movements to grip his cock, absent-mindedly moving to sit between his legs and lick a stripe along the underside of his cock; the salty tang of the precum coating your tongue had you moaning against him. 

"I’ve wanted this for so long. God, you’re so beautiful.” You reveled in Eddie's admittance. Knowing he wanted you the same way you wanted him all this time lit a fire within you. His breath hitched when he felt you take him all at once until he was pushing against the back of your throat, your nose brushing against the dark patch of hair at the base, your hands massaging his balls lightly. You'd never felt so full and so empty all at once. Drool dribbled down his length and coated your mouth and chin as your cunt clenched on nothing every time you slid him down your throat. Eddie writhed underneath you, trying his best to ground himself. The warmth of your throat constricting around him every time had him bucking into your mouth, the knot in his core tightening further with every thrust. 

"Just wanna make you feel good, Eds." He practically whimpered when he felt you pull away from him, looking down at you, ready to take the reigns and taste you like he so desperately needed before he realized what you were doing. Shock spread across his face when you removed your shirt and placed his aching cock between your tits, and began moving up and down at a languid pace.

”Mph, just like that baby. Feels so good.” You groaned at the nickname, looking up at him with doe eyes, urging him to use you for his own pleasure. Eddie instinctually adjusts himself to hold your tits together for you and begins rolling his hips as you let spit dribble down his cock. "You're so fucking good for me. Letting me fuck you like this." Eddie's words were split in between a string of moans and wails. His thrusts quickly grew frantic, chasing his release. 

It wasn't long before Eddie's hips stuttered, your name falling from his lips while releasing a guttural moan. Spurts of warm release painted your chest and chin, some landing on his belly and inside your mouth as he continued to fuck your tits through his high. You didn't pull away until his cock was spent, taking some of his spend from your chest onto your fingers and licking them clean with a smile. Eddie observed you briefly before pulling you into a bruising kiss, his cum damp between your bodies, but you didn't care. 

"Your turn." A devilish smirk spread across his face as he turned you over and hovered above you, laving at your neck and tits. "Gotta return the favor, sweetheart."

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The static-filled mic radiated through the small space. The Hideout seemed to be more packed than usual, well, more than the five regular drunks that used to hang around, that is. Tuesday nights were always your favorite. Always hanging around the bar, twirling a cheap plastic straw in your watered-down drink until your favorite band took the stage. Corroded Coffin and a particular lead guitarist that always managed to catch your eye. 

Eddie Munson. Despite being a total asshole most of the time towards you as far back as you can remember, you always considered him sort of a friend for some reason. Suppose you could even call it that. To be honest, you didn't know what to call it; apart from the secret meetings in the forest a couple of times for some weed and an occasional smoke every summer, it was like you didn't even exist to one other. But despite the bickering and unintentional flirting, Eddie made his way under your skin. It was a rarity to see past his harsh exterior, always having his walls up around everyone else, but Eddie offered you glimpses every now and then. Each stolen glance and smartass remark had you falling more and more for the metalhead over the years.

"If you wanted an autograph, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart?" A voice jolted you from your thoughts when you noticed Eddie leaning against the bar beside you.

"You wish, Munson." His sly grin pierced through your tough facade as he chuckled under his breath.

"Well." He paused and slid closer to you; the scent of weed and post-concert musk intoxicated every last one of your senses as you tried your best to keep steady and focus on the drink in front of you. "Aren't you gonna tell me how badass I looked up there?" 

Eddie's tone was arrogant and obnoxious as usual, it should've annoyed you, but you found yourself turned on by it. Asshole, you thought to yourself. Eddie leaned in closer, barely grazing the side of your body, forcing you to direct your gaze toward him. His hair was slightly matted under his bandana, a clearly worn-out Metallica shirt clinging onto his chest and ripped somewhat in the middle, offering a view of his chest and the ink that adorned it. He knew exactly what he was doing. Damn him. Eddie's hand waving in front of you broke you out of your haze. 

"Still got that guitar, huh?" You were desperate to change the conversation to keep Eddie from seeing the effect he was having on you. But Eddie brushed it off.

"I overheard you talking with the bartender. I can give you a ride, you know?" You glimpsed towards the bartender, who gave you a shrug and smirk as he looked at Eddie. "I just gotta get my keys, and we can head out the back." He walked towards a door behind the stage to see you still standing by the bar. "Come on. Stop being a brat; let's go." You reluctantly sighed and nodded as you followed Eddie through the back area of the bar, pretending as if those words didn't just affect you. "So you wanna grab some coffee or something?"

"Now?" His question caught you off guard. "Why would you wanna get coffee with me?"

"I mean, we're friends, so it wouldn't be such a crazy idea.....and who knows, that doesn't sound too bad for a date either." Eddie chuckled to himself while keeping an eye to ensure you were still following him.

"Friends? That's a bit of a stretch." You snickered as Eddie stopped suddenly and turned towards you, clearly irritated with your tone.

"Oh, don't play games with me; you came to my show in this shit hole bar, and you're coming backstage. I don't know about you, but that sounds like you might have a thing for me, sweetheart." The words coming out of his mouth annoyed you more than you cared to admit. 

"I can't stand you, Munson." Your tone was stern as you stopped walking behind him in the narrow hallway, but the way Eddie was staring back at you instantly had you softening under his touch. Your cocky stance faltered long enough for him to step closer toward you making your back lean against the wall behind you. 

"You're lying to yourself. And you fucking know it." He moved closer, pressing his chest against yours, sliding his hand to grab your ass, and then moving down to your thighs. "I still remember what you felt like, tasted like. Even those sounds you used to make just for me." He whispered softly. You were pressed against the wall, the heat between your bodies filling the air between you, making it difficult to think straight as he consumed every single one of your senses. "I bet if I touch you right now, you'll soak my hand with how wet you are for me." You bit back a whimper, threatening to escape when you felt his hand slither around your waist, teasing at the waistband of your panties under your skirt while his lips ghosted over your neck. 

"Beg. For. It." He whispered in your ear through gritted teeth, lingering briefly between every word. The low tone of his voice and the warmth of his breath on your cool skin sent shivers through your body. You didn't say a word, your pride preventing you from begging for the thing you wanted most at that moment.

"Hm. A shame. You're so pretty when you're desperate for me." He continued as his hands withdrew from your body. A slight panic surged through you when you realized he was pulling away—your back arching slightly towards him out of pure instinct, practically burning for his touch again. Before you knew it, you gripped his shirt and drew him back towards you into a bruising kiss.

"Stop teasing and touch me already, Munson. Before I change my mind." The smirk that spread across his face was captivating; he really had no idea how beautiful he was. But there was no time to dwell on that now, not when his hands were already hiking your skirt above your hips and pulling your panties clean off in one move. 

Your hands tangled in his flowing curls when you felt his fingers skim over your folds, gathering up the slick. Slowly, he slipped two fingers into your cunt, making you groan at the stretch as his thumb worked your clit. Eddie began pumping in and out of you as you mewled and squirmed against him.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this. All fucked out on my fingers. Needy little slut. I can just imagine how good you'd look taking my cock so well." He groaned at the mere thought of it. 

Eddie's ring-adorned fingers wrapped around your neck, pressing harder with every thrust of his fingers. You could feel the imprints of each ring already making their mark on you, which only made your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.

His fingers moved inside you as he dragged them along your walls until you were mewling, clamping down on him, showing just how close you were.

"Eddie..I feel like...I fuck." 

Eddie couldn't believe the sight before him, you of all people letting him touch you like this; it felt like a dream. A dream he never wanted to wake up from. Your clit throbbed, aching for attention as you began to gyrate your hips on him, desperate to feel more. He practically moaned in your ear at the feeling of your cunt pulsating around him, fluttering as he curled his fingers toward that tender spot inside you again and again. 

"Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?" You would give anything to wipe that cocky smirk right off his face, but the building pressure inside was too much to bear. All you could do was nod and whimper, desperate for him to give you the relief you so desperately needed.

"Fucking slut wants to cum all over my fingers, huh? Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum for me." Your vision went blank as you felt yourself finally let go. Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you up as you leaned against him, moaning and body jerking from the force of your orgasm. Your juices sloppily leaked over him and covered your thighs and his forearm as you came down from your high. When you finally gathered the energy, you glanced up to see Eddie adoringly gazing back at you, chest heaving with the biggest smile on his face. 

"So, what now?" You breathed out as you adjusted your skirt, and Eddie readjusted but still kept you nearly pinned against the wall.

"Oh, I'm not letting you go just yet. You still owe me a drink."

But there was something else on your mind tonight. Eddie had spent the entire day practically edging you at school. You weren't exactly sure if it was intentional, but your panties were soaked after a whole day of his lingering gazes and wandering hands. It didn't help that it had been a week since you'd had any kind of intimacy with each other due to finals and studying getting in the way. It had been unbearable, to say the least.

Eddie's hands were comfortably placed between your thighs, squeezing gently occasionally during his chat with Dustin. The cold metal of his rings pressing into your skin sent shocks through your entire body. Unable to pay attention to anything around you, you leaned in closer to him and placed your hand on his inner thigh; Eddie was so engulfed in the conversation before him that he barely noticed your fingers dancing along the hem of his dark jeans all the way to the top. He suddenly cleared his throat and leaned back into his throne when he felt your fingers trace the outline of his cock, taking your wrist in his hand under the table to stop you.

"Careful, sweetheart." He carefully whispered so you would be the only one to hear, making you laugh. 

"I'm not doing anything." The little mischief in your tone made him smirk to himself. You weren't going to lie; messing with Eddie like this was fun. It also made your skin heat up at the fact that the group was in their own little world of discussion, not paying a single mind to what you two were up to under this very table. 

"I think you know exactly what you're doing." He strains to mumble in your ear when you feel him adjust himself slightly in his jeans, his erection already pressing painfully against the constricting fabric. 

Eddie was always determined to make you beg for it, but that quickly deteriorated with every stroke of your hand where he needed you most. Especially when it had been so long, and you were wearing one of those short skirts he loved so much. 

"We'll be right back." Eddie offered no other context to the group as he took you by the hand and dragged you out the door and into the dark hallway. Before you knew it, he had you caged between him and one of the lockers, brushing your lips against one another, lingering for a moment before crashing them together. His leather jacket reeked of musk and weed, and you wanted to drown in it. 

You suddenly pushed Eddie off you and into one of the classrooms before locking it behind him. Like a magnet, his lips were pressed on yours again with more haste this time. His hands palmed your tits over your t-shirt, sliding along to your waist, then down to cup your ass harshly as if he was trying to take every single curve of your body to memory.

You couldn't take it anymore; the need to have him was practically aching at this point. Eddie swore his heart stopped when you pulled away and sank to your knees in front of him. Your skillful fingers toiled with his belt and pants until everything, including his boxers, were drawn to his mid-thigh. His cock was now laying heavy against his thick rings adorning his fingers as he stroked himself for any kind of relief before you swatted his hand away, making the corners of his mouth quirk up in a half smile.

"Tell me, Munson. Does it get you hard knowing our friends are ten feet away?" He pathetically whimpered, his ability to retaliate and tease suddenly blurred by how you moved your hand along his shaft and eyed him like this was your last meal.

He took a second to cup your cheek with one hand, lightly tracing your lips before your tongue slipped out to tentatively lick the droplets of precum beading at the tip, his cock immediately twitching at the warmth of your mouth. Eddie swore he could feel whatever blood was left in his body rush directly to his dick. But before he could respond with a smartass comment, no doubt, you were taking him into your mouth as far as you could go.  

You bobbed your head on his cock, taking more of him every time. Every little sensation was driving him insane. Hell, you drove him insane by just existing. Eddie was always one to enjoy making you feel good, bunching up your skirt around your waist and having his head pressed between your thighs until you were tugging on his curls for dear life and clamping down on him as he drank you in. But seeing you like this, worshipping him with your mouth, made him weak in the knees.

The way your throat gripped his cock, constricting slightly in sync with every moan. Feeling it slide down your throat inch by inch, saliva pooling at the corner of your mouth and dribbling down your chin. Eyeliner smudged and ran down your cheeks with tears when you felt him bottom out inside of you as your hands cupped his balls. You were utterly and entirely ruined by him. He was in heaven.

"Fuck, baby, I'm close." You nodded, and his fingers immediately tangled in your hair as he began to fuck your face. He bucked his hips frantically into your mouth; you felt him hit the back of your throat as you gagged and sputtered all over his cock. Guttural moans from Eddie and obscene sounds from your mouth filled the room as he sank all the way into your wet heat. He held you there for a second, nose pressed against the dark patch of hair at the base of his cock as he emptied himself down your throat. You swallowed all of him, making sure to only pull off of him when his cock eventually stopped twitching.

Eddie quickly put himself away and pulled you up to ensure you were okay. He kissed your lips, tasting himself on your tongue.

"I love you so fucking much." He said almost with gratitude as he chuckled while fixing the damage he had done to your hair. 

Freak.

Hearing that word made your skin crawl with anger, even if it wasn't necessarily indicated towards you. The scrutiny your lifelong best friend was under every single day at Hawkins High was enough to drive anyone insane. But not your Eddie; he always managed to dust it off, not paying it a single thought unless he was in one of his moods; of course, then retaliation was always in the cards. 

To everyone else, he was Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. A screw-up eternally repeating his senior year doomed to a life of being a loser. But never to you. Never to the ones closest to him. Eddie was caring, kind, and free-spirited in the best way. He had the biggest heart of anyone you knew, and it pissed you off that the rest of the world couldn't see that too. There was always a need inside of you to protect Eddie since you were kids from those who hated him but never bothered to understand him. 

Growing up wasn't any different. While all the other girls in Hawkins seemed to be more interested in hanging out at the mall or having sleepovers, you were far too busy riding your bike around town or downing beers by Lover's Lake and laughing until you couldn't breathe with Eddie by your side. Let's be honest, you two could sit around doing absolutely nothing, and it would still be the best day. Relishing in each other's company seemed to be your favorite pastime.

All was well with you and Eddie, well, all but one thing. Nothing big, just your unrequited love for your best friend. No big deal, right? Ever since you can remember, he had you wrapped around his ring-clad fingers. But the fear of ruining your friendship far outweighed any promising future you saw for the two of you. Admiring him from afar had2 become second nature to you at this point.

Snapping yourself out of your slight haze, you realized how late it was and where you were supposed to be.

"Hellfire. Shit." You mumbled to yourself as you gathered your things and headed out the door towards Hawkins High like you did every other Wednesday night.

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The dimly lit room had an eerie feeling before you heard Dustin shout "NO!" from inside as you turned the handle to open the door as quietly as possible. You shifted your vision to make out what he was yelling so passionately at. 

And there he was. Eddie fucking Munson. Looming over the D&D table in all his Dungeon Master glory. He gave you a quick wink which you involuntarily had to look away from to regain any composure you had left as you felt a warmth spreading in your core— growing annoyed with yourself for letting him get to you that easily.

You shuffled quietly, attempting to make your way through the room without interrupting the ongoing game. You took your seat right beside but slightly behind Eddie, pulling out a worn-out sketchbook from your bag and beginning to scribble on it.

Hellfire nights were your favorite. Not only was it a chance to hang out with your favorite people, but nothing inspired you to draw more than watching them play. It was always the highlight of your week.

"Hey, princess." Eddie gave you a quick whisper as he leaned back on his throne, giving the other players a chance to concur about whatever current situation they were trying to weasel their way out of.

"Focus." You rolled your eyes and gestured back towards the game board, which made him sheepishly grin into his hand and direct his attention back to the papers in front of him. The players returned to the table to execute their plan, and you resumed your doodles. 

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Before you knew it, the night had come to an end, and you found yourself under a large blanket and laying back against a worn-out picnic mat by Lover's Lake with Eddie going on and on about the night's gameplay. 

"I almost forgot; I have something for you." You interrupted without really meaning to, and Eddie's eyes instantly snapped towards you. "For your birthday." He grumbled at the mention of the one day a year he would do anything to avoid and dropped his head dramatically back onto the blanket. You giggled before hurrying back to the car to grab the large box you had obscured in the backseat and made your way back next to him. "Open it." Eddie seemed unsure at first but offered you a bashful smile when you set the box in his lap as he sat up and took it into his hands.

"A...record player?" He ran his fingers along the pristine box, marveling at it for a second in disbelief.

"Yeah, for your music. I know how much you've been missing it since your other one broke. Your place has been so quiet since, and maybe we can go to the record store this weekend and pick up some Metallica-" You cut yourself off when you realized he wasn't listening, his attention still entirely on the gift in front of him. "Eddie?" 

His eyes were glossy when they met yours, chewing on his lower lip, seemingly trying to find the words to say, when all of a sudden his hands were cupping your face and bringing your lips to his in a rushed but sincere kiss. It took you a second before you processed what was happening and kissed him back, lips gliding smoothly over his as he held you there for a moment before pulling back just enough for your noses to brush against one another.

"Is this okay?" You quickly nodded, drawing him back towards your lips, this time parting them to allow your tongue to slip inside his mouth, which he greedily accepted. Eddie's hands tentatively slid lower towards your waist, and you leaned closer. You took the opportunity to straddle his waist, sighing into his mouth when you felt the growing bulge underneath you. Your hands found their way to intertwine in his lustrous waves of curls and tugging slightly, earning a low moan from him every time. The chilling metal of his rings dug under your skirt and into the delicate flesh of your thighs and ass, making you writhe on top of him.

Eddie's lips continued to work their way down along your jawline and chest, leaving a path of marks on his way but quickly alleviating your skin with the warmth of his tongue. 

"Can I?" A murmured yes, and his hands slid under your shirt, pulling it directly over your head as you unclipped your bra and threw it off to the side. Eddie swore he could've cum right then and there. "Shit, sweetheart. Been dreaming about these tits since I can remember." He wasted no time and began palming one breast while his tongue lavished the other with attention and switching sides. Your skin warmed when you felt him nip at your pebbled nipple, then sucking on the flesh surrounding it until it was purple and plump. It wasn't long before he began to caress your waist, his hands skimming under your skirt to push aside your panties and run his fingers along your slick folds.

"Damn, baby. All this for me?" You immediately wanted to kiss that cocky smirk off his face. Still, you were far too preoccupied with the sensation of his fingers tracing tight circles on your clit and toying with your entrance, spreading your arousal back up to your throbbing bud.

"Eddie, please." The desperation in your voice made his cock twitch as he slipped a finger inside, making you moan loudly in relief. The aching emptiness inside of you finally soothed, but it wasn't enough; you needed more. As soon as you started riding his hand, he inserted a second finger, then a third, and pumped at a languid pace that had your head reeling while his thumb worked your clit. "Fuck, that's good. I've wanted this for so long." 

"Have you now? You think about having my fingers inside you, princess?" Eddie continued his pace, slowly building that pleasure that was tightly coiling deep in your core as he spoke. "Tell me." His tone was more demanding as he gripped your throat with his free hand, his rings pressing into your neck.

"All the time Eddie. Your hands just look so good; I imagined the way your rings would look covered in me." You began panting, finding it harder to form coherent words from the pressure building but managing to look down at him through your lashes. "God, please, I just wanted you to stretch me out, get me nice and ready for you," Eddie groaned, slowly losing his composure as he sternly pulled you closer, his lips barely brushing over your ear with his hand still wrapped around your neck.

"God can't help you now, sweetheart." He smugly chuckled before pulling his fingers from you completely, making you pout back at him at the loss of your orgasm. 

"Eddie!" Your whining only made him kiss you while grinning against your lips. It only took a moment before your motions became feverish; your bodies pressed on one another again, breathing heavily while feeling the thud of your combined heartbeats as you fumbled to remove any barrier of clothing.

Your fingers coasted along his arms to admire some of his tattoos; your mind wandered to those that adorned the parts of his body you longed to see. Eddie practically read your mind as he began to remove his shirt before you stopped him.

"No. This stays on." A guttural moan escaped his throat at your words. The fact that you wanted him to fuck you while wearing his Hell Fire shirt had his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. He quickly snapped out of it as you started to grind on his hardened erection moving your hips in sync with his. You began to undo his belt and push his pants down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring out. You couldn't help but break the kiss to admire it, the head angry and red leaking pre cum from the tip. He was big, not too big, but big enough to make you gulp and gape in awe (and maybe drool a little). You wrapped your hand around the girth of it, making Eddie's breath catch in his throat at the sight of it, stroking it before arranging yourself to hover above his cock. His aching tip rubbed along your dripping cunt; his eyes transfixed where you were joining together as you sunk onto him inch by delicious inch. Feeling every ridge of his cock slide into you until it filled you completely. It wasn't until you were fully seated on him that you released a breathy moan in unison at the feeling of being entirely enveloped in each other. Your pussy accommodated him so well, walls pulsating around him as you began to find a rhythm with your hips. 

"I've wanted this for so long. Fuck, you're so beautiful." Eddie couldn't help but watch you as you rode him, admiring how your tits bounced while he kept a tight grip on your waist and slightly lifted his hips to meet your every thrust. 

"Fuck Eddie, I'm so close." He could feel you tightening around him as he brought his thumb back to your swollen clit.

"Me too, baby. Me too." His face was flushed, hair already sticking to his face from the exertion of keeping his own orgasm at bay. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?" His words sunk deep into your core, making you clench down hard on his cock, spiraling over the edge and into the bliss of your orgasm. Your entire body quivered as Eddie made sure to fuck you through your high. His cock slammed into you relentlessly, taking over your motions when you slumped onto him, still trembling from the aftershocks of your high. You swore you could feel him in your stomach with how deep he was driving into you when you suddenly felt him thrust once, twice until his hips stuttered, and he poured his release into you, almost singing your name like a prayer along with a stream of praises while holding you close to him.

Once your labored breaths returned to normal, Eddie took the discarded blanket and draped it over your naked figure, still straddling him. He beamed with a pleased look on his face as he stroked your cheek and glanced at you as if to make sure you were real.

"Can we do that again?" His question made you laugh into his shoulder as your arms crossed behind his neck. 

"You're still inside me, Munson. And you're already asking if we can go again?" Eddie glanced down and then back up to you before securing the blanket around you a bit more.

The bell rang at two-thirty, dismissing the masses of school children out of Hawkins Elementary. You had bus duty, ensuring each child got on their designated vehicle home. It was a Friday before a long weekend, so the kids were extra excited. Bouncing off the walls, clamoring excitedly, and entirely too rambunctious for your liking. You were still patient with them, of course, you didn't blame them for being excited. You were just excited as they were, just as eager to leave the red brick building and go home to get ready.

Ready for tonight, date night, at your house with Eddie- the fourth date you'd officially had, not counting the daily lunch dates, when he's help you decorate your classroom after hours. You'd fallen for Eddie fast, quicker than you ever expected, a swirling, golden love affair that left your warm and light, eager to be with him all the time. To know more about him until you knew him better than he knew himself, reveling in the tiny details he'd tell you about himself, treasuring them protectively like it was only for you to know. You liked to think it was.

Your mind raced, detached from the children rampaging around you, scurrying and equaling as they got on the yellow buses. When you got off, you'd have a ten minute drive to your place, and Eddie got off an hour after you. He said he'd be over at five, but you knew by now he's be there early, he was always eager to see you.

Two hours. Two hours to get ready, shower, shave, prepare. You'd been preparing for tonight, taking drunken, wine drenched advice from your girlfriends about how to make the first move.

"Just tell him you want to fuck," Lisa, your best friend, laughed, sipping her merlot on the floor of your living room just a week earlier, after your last date with Eddie. "I've never met a guy who turned that down."

"Yeah, but what if he does?" You bit your lip nervously, hands wringing and twisting in your lap. "What if he says no? God, how embarrassing would that be." You groaned, face flushing at the thought.

Lisa shrugged. "I'm sure he'd have his reason, but I doubt he will." She tipped her head towards you knowingly. "He's probably trying to be a gentleman. Just tell him it's alright, that you want to."

And you did. God, you really did. You just weren't sure how to go about it. You'd never been with a guy who didn't pressure you on the first date, let alone the fourth. Usually by then, they weren't even romancing you anymore, just lazy fucks that felt one sided and left you a little soured.

Eddie was different. Different than any guy you'd ever met. So sweet and kind, the type of adoration for you that you only found in your romance novels, fictional, perfect, flawless men- not real life.

He always opened the door for you. Always greeted you with a warm smile, like he was genuinely happy to see you, even on days when he felt less than great.

And that's exactly how he greeted you when you opened the door at four-twenty-two, brown eyes lit up and dazzling in the golden cast of the setting sun, a bottle of wine- the kind you ordered when he took you out to dinner- in his hand. His hair was still wet, damp curls making a slight ring around his t-shirt.

"Hi," Eddie's smile never dropped, only growing wider when you returned it. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek in the doorway, hesitating before his lips slotted over yours.

You pressed yourself further into him, hand snaking to cradle his jaw, tenderly and affectionate on your doorstep, where any of your neighbors could see.

Eddie blushed when you pulled apart, lips pulled tightly in a grin he tried to hide. "Hi," You giggled back. "Come in."

Eddie stepped in, setting the wine on the little table where you put your keys, shimmying off his jean jacket. He took in the entranceway, filled with photos he'd seen before but not quite memorized- not yet, anyways.

"Sorry, I'm a little early." Eddie muttered, leaning down to pull off his shoes. "I left early to get the wine so it'd be fresh and chilled, ya know? And I thought it would be busier, and I thought I timed it better, but it was dead for a-"

You laughed, sweet and light, stopping him, his breath catching in his chest. "Ed, it's alright." You smiled. "'M glad you got here earlier. More time I get to spend with you." You nudged him sweetly.

Eddie's cheeks flamed, setting his boots neatly next to your little house shoes. "That's right." He tried to answer cooly, but his heart hammered in his chest, palms sweaty. It still felt overwhelming that you would want him, want to spend time with him.

You looked at the label of the wine. "You didn't have to bring anything." You looked at him sweetly.

"Well, you said at lunch that the kids were wild today, so...figured you'd need it." Eddie stood, placing his hand over yours on top of the bottle.

"Good call," You scoffed lightly, giggling. You padded into the kitchen, the sweet, heavy air wafting into Eddie's senses. "I have beer or I think I still have some leftover merlot if you want any?" You offered, pulling out your wine opener out of your drawer. "Or you could share this with me, of course. Or not drink at all, if you don't want to. I just-I wanted to offer the other if you didn't want this..." You rambled, cringing slightly at yourself.

Eddie reached in the cabinet, pulling out the two wine glasses out for you. "I'll finish off that merlot." He said, setting the glasses in front of you. "That one's all yours, baby."

Your heart fluttered at the name, sweet and drawn out, with the same little drawl that leaves you wondering where he picked that up. You hoped you'd find out in time.

"I'm making some cookies." You said, voice echoing and drowning as you spoke into your wine glass, lifting it to take a sip. "Peanut butter chocolate chip. I-I remembered you told Steve those were your favorite last week at lunch."

Eddie's heart swelled. You had remembered. You thought of him and what he liked, and you made it for him. Eddie swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbling around his constricting throat. "That-That's really nice." He smiled. "You didn't have to do that, ya know. I'd be fine with whatever you wanted to make me."

You shrugged lightly. "Yeah, but it's something you like. I wanted to make it for you." You said simply. "I like baking. It's relaxing, ya know?"

"No, I don't." Eddie laughed, dimples deep in his cheeks, crinkling by his eyes. "I'm awful at baking. At cooking really. Unless you count, like, box mac'n'cheese." His giggles were infectious to you. "Maybe you could teach me, huh?"

You stiffened at the suggestion, blush blooming over your cheeks and the back of your neck. "Yeah, I could teach you a thing or two." You shrugged playfully. "But you gotta do something for me in exchange. Teach me something."

"Teaching the teacher? Sounds exciting." Eddie laughed, eyes lighting up when you giggled back at him. "I'm sure there's a few things I could teach ya." The words spilled out of his mouth before he could process them, a tiny, half grin that had you flushing.

Eddie's heart fell slightly, eyes widening. He hadn't meant for it to sound so suggestive. He didn't want you to think that's all he was here for. He enjoyed your company, enjoyed you. As eager as he was to fuck you, to get to experience you in such an intimate way, he was petrified of scaring you off, having you get the wrong idea and leave.

The shrill of the timer on the oven saved him. You scurried to find an oven mitt and pull the tray of cookies out, placing them on a cooling rack next to your little potted spices in the windowsill.

"Um, they need to cool for a while." You said, placing the mitt back in the drawer. You took a rather large gulp of your wine, downing most of it before topping it back off. "We can go ahead and watch a movie if you want? Or see what's on TV."

Eddie nodded, following your lead. Ever the gentleman, he let you pick the movie. He didn't even complain when it was a chick flick, like he would've in the past. You rambled about how the movie was one of your favorites, and he was sold. He wanted to watch it. Get to know you a little better, what you liked, what you watched in your free time.

You'd found his chest easily, head nuzzled into his shoulder, turning your nose into the fabric of his t-shirt. You could smell his after shave and deodorant, mixed with the cologne he's sprayed before leaving the van, desperately trying to mask the cigarettes he'd smoked before he came to your house.

Eddie's arm was around you, hand placed respectfully on your lower back, fingertips softly tracing the fabric of your shirt. With every sip of wine that passed your lips, you loosened up a little more. Got a little more relaxed, a little bolder.

You stared up at Eddie, eyes round and awaiting. He looked down at you. "Hi, sweet girl." He giggled.

"Hi," You whispered back, looking at his plump, soft lips, pink and enticing, begging to be kissed.

You didn't wait for his question, pressing your lips to his. Your hand finding the back of his neck, while your wine tipped dangerously in the other, sloshing over the rim carefully and onto the floor. You fumbled to find the coffee table, setting your glass down, lips still locked on Eddie's.

Eddie was startled by the kiss. The way you so confidently came onto him. He melted into you easily, like he always did, small clicks of exchanged spit and movement of lips muffled under the dialogue from the movie blaring on the TV.

Eddie's hand cupped your jaw sweetly, pulling you in closer to him, pushing your hair sweetly behind your ear. His cock lurched when you bit at his lower lip, just teasingly, a little playful nibble that had his stomach twisting in the most delightful way.

You moved, knees sinking into the worn, emerald cushions of your couch. You fumbled, clumsily, to straddle him, hips burning at the stretch to fit over his thighs. Eddie's eyes snapped open, breath hitching when you straddled him, grinding down onto his bulge.

"Wait, hold on-" Eddie pushed your shoulders back gently, detaching his lips from yours.

Your heart hammered, head spinning with the effects of the wine. Eddie searched your face, brown eyes wide and cautious with alert. "Baby, I-I don't want to pressure you or anything, ok?" He started. he could feel the sweat forming at his hairline, wetting the top of his bangs. "We don't have to-"

"Oh my God," You muttered, sitting back on his thighs, burying your face in your hands. "I-I'm so sorry." You stammered, and even through the glow of the TV, Eddie could see how red you were. "I just thought... I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done that."

Eddie shook his head, holding your hands gently when you tried to move. "Hey, hey, wait a second," Eddie whispered. "I didn't-"

"No, I-I'm so stupid, I'm sorry." You could feel your throat tighten and burn, the threat of tears coming in quick. "I just... I thought you might want to, but-but I should have asked. I should have checked with you or-or at least-"

"Baby, I-I want to." Eddie admitted, eyes widening. "Like, I really want to, I just didn't want you to think," He paused, hesitating. Your brows furrowed, head falling to the side in curiosity. "I didn't want you to think I was using you or anything." Eddie admitted.

"Using me?" You repeated.

Eddie sighed heavily. "I really like you." He admitted, cheeks blushing childishly at the admission. "I really like you and-and, fuck, I've wanted to be with you like this since the night at the Hideout, but I don't want you to think that's the only reason I'm with you. Because it's not. I really, really like you."

You bit your lip, smiling down at him, "I really, really like you." You whispered back with a giggle.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, face lighting up with excitement. "Really, really?" He teased.

"Really, really, really." You nodded with a laugh. The two of your so playfully childish, chirping all dopey and giggly at each other like the kids in your classroom did at recess, holding hands on the swings.

You moved closer, shifting so your clothed core was on top of his. You rocked your hips, slow up and down his zipper, the fabric of his jeans creating a small spark of friction between your legs. Eddie bit back a moan, breath catching as his eyes dropped between the two of you, watching you rock slowly up and down on his bulge, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

"And," You breathed out, your nose touching his gently. "I really, really want to have sex with you." Eddie's mouth ran dry at your admission. You blinked at him, batting your eyes flirtatiously. "Please?" You added with a small pout.

Eddie swallowed, nodding dumbly at you, eyes wide and trained on yours. He was sure his heart was in his throat, that he was choking on it and that's why it was so hard for him to breathe.

Sure, he'd had sex before. Not any brag worthy amount, but enough to know the basics of what he was doing, but they were never personal. It was always sex first, feelings follow- which is usually why the girls never stuck around very long after. With you, it was different. He wanted it to be special, full of love, and not rushed or rough or meaningless like his past ones had been. Even when he lost his virginity, an older girl with a tongue piercing that found a quarter on the sticky bathroom floor to get him a condom out of the dispenser.

Eddie smiled, but his eyes remained wide, a little frantic and wild. You ran a hand down his cheek softly. "Eddie, I don't want to pressure you." You whispered, squirming back on his thighs to climb off his broad lap. "I can tell you don't want to, and that's ok, really. I should've asked before making a move, I just-"

Eddie stopped you before you could push off, clammy hand on your hip. His eyes were wide when they met your gaze. "I want to," Eddie said quietly. "I just..."

You watched him carefully, tucking your lip, reading his expression for any sign of discomfort. "Are... Is this your first time?" You asked.

Eddie faltered, brows creasing, blinking rapidly. "What? No, no, I-I've had sex before." He blinked. "Is it your first time?"

You smirked, wiggling on his lap. "Obviously not." You giggled, blushing gently at the admission.

Eddie grinned back, hand running over the soft skin of your hip and up to your waist, slowly inching further under your shirt. He could feel the silk material of your bra graze his pinky.

"I just... I can't believe you, like, actually want to have sex with me." Eddie admitted.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, tilting your head to the side. "Whatdya mean?" You asked. "Do I give off... non-sexual vibes?" You tensed under his touch suddenly, a little vulnerable at the perception.

"No!" Eddie exclaimed, shaking his head hard. "No, no, not at all. Not even close." He breathed, heat rising up his neck with embarrassment. His mind raced, berating and horrible thoughts screaming in his own ears.

"I mean, like, not just sexually. Sexually, but just in general too." Eddie muttered. "I just don't know why you want to be with me, and-and it blows my mind sometimes. Feels like it's a dream, or-or a sick joke."

You pouted sympathetically, moving in to cup his cheeks gently, thumbs caressing his cheek bones. Eddie leaned into your touch, his own hands finding your wrists to hold them delicately.

"Eddie, why would I not want to be with you?" You asked simply. "You're sweet, and kind, and funny, and important."

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes. "'M not important." He muttered into your palm.

"You're important to me." You said firmly. His eyes lifted, eyeing you with a broken, beat down look that had your heart aching. "You're very important to me. And to your friends, Steve, your uncle. You're important, Eddie. Don't say that you're not. That's not true."

Eddie felt his heart swell, a familiar strangled burn of a cry deep in his throat. He felt soothed, a warm bath after a cold day kind of soothed. Familiar, and loving, and overwhelming; it made his head spin.

Eddie smiled at you, soft and bashful before he pulled you in close, lips capturing yours gently and sweetly, kissing you with so much affection and attention that it rivaled the characters on the screen, kissing in the rain after a fight.

Hands started to roam, tongues dancing and swirling, while Eddie moved on top of you, laying you down on the couch delicately, slotting himself between your legs. His hands were needy on you, clinging to you might evaporate into thin air if he wasn't touching you.

You felt him grind his hips, slow thrusts over clothed skin into your core, his lips moving from your lips to your cheeks, feeling his breath ghost over the trail of saliva he left from kisses. Your hands found purchase on the small of his back, gripping his t-shirt into your hands, rubbing slowly up and down his back, barely grazing his jean clad ass.

Eddie groaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist, taking note of every whine and moan that left your body, where he kissed, how he sucked your skin delicately. Eddie's hands pushed the top of your shirt up, lifting you gently to pull it over your head, leaving you in nothing but a silk, pale pink bra, a tiny rose in the center of the scoop neck fabric. His eyes zoned in on your breast, seeing the outline of your hardened nipples even through the material.

You blushed, reaching to cover yourself instinctively, his gaze scorching and uncomfortable, but Eddie grabbed your hands, holding them lightly. He breathed slowly, staring for a bit too long before he gave a lopsided smile.

"Fuckin' perfect." He muttered, hands sliding down your waist and up your ribcage. He hesitated when he reached the bottom of your bra, fingers ghosting over the wire, eyes flicking to yours gently as if to ask permission.

You bit your lip, nodding quickly, eyes on him, taking in every small quirk in his expression. How his eyes lit up, corner of his mouth ticking into a grin, when his hands rubbed gently over the silk fabric of your padded cups, squeezing them gently and massaging your breasts lightly while you moaned, head tipping back.

Eddie's hands shook, fumbling with the clasp of your bra when he unhooked it. He removed it slow, like it was a big reveal, a gift he wanted to savor before seeing for the first time. Goosebumps covered your body when he bared your chest, from the cold air on the exposed skin, and the look in Eddie's eyes.

His hands cupped your breasts gently, massaging them and pushing them up and around your chest, leaving you giggling. "What're you doing?" You asked, pulling him out of his trance.

Eddie blushed, gaze on your only for a moment before dropping back down. "They're just... They're nice." He admitted boyishly.

You laughed loudly, vibrations from your chest buzzing through his hands. "Nice?" You asked, giggly and blushy.

Eddie nodded, dried curls bouncing and hitting his shoulders. "Very nice." He breathed out with a laugh. "You got a nice rack, baby, what can I say?" He teased making you laugh even harder.

You looked down at his hands on your breasts, thumbing over your nipples making the heat intensify between your thighs. "I'm glad you like them." You grinned, wickedly sultry, lip tucked between your teeth.

Eddie felt his bulge grow even more. He wasn't even sure how that was possible, but he was sure if you looked at him like that again, he'd burst through his jeans. "I really like them." Eddie admitted dumbly.

You smirked. "Yeah? I can tell." You whispered, rolling your core down onto his bulge pressed against you.

Eddie groaned, eyes pinching closed in pleasure, squeezing your breast a little harder at the sensation. "Fuck, baby, p-please don't do that." He muttered. "I'll cream my jeans if you keep doing that."

You laughed, pulling him by the back of his neck closer to you, his hands on your chest still, melting into your kiss.

Your hands moved down to the waist band of his jeans, fumbling at his top button. Eddie pulled apart, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, unbuttoning his own jeans, shoving them off roughly. He was tented in his black boxers, faded with the elastic shot in the waist band. They were the only clean ones he had, that he could find on the mess of his floor.

"Wait a second," You said, sitting up before he could climb back on top of you. Your hands went to your own pants, unzipping and shimmying them down under the curve of your ass.

Eddie pulled them off slowly, carefully, eyes trained on your little high cut matching panties, ruched and silk with the same matching rose on the waist band. He could see the slight damp spot on the front of them, where your arousal seeped through.

Eddie was sure he was going to bust now.

You barely had time to register what he was doing when he dropped to the floor, hands on either side of your hips, mouth on the damp spot on your panties. You gasped, fisting his hair gently when he licked you, sucking the fabric of your panties, and nibbling at your clit through the silk ferociously, like a man starved.

Eddie moaned, sending waves and vibrations to your clit, heat building in your tummy intensifying. "Oh! Eddie, please, right there." You whined, head pressed back into the downy cushions of your couch.

Eddie's eyes were closed, devouring you like you were the tastiest meal on the planet. Maybe you were, to him anyways. He'd be fine eating you for the rest of his life, he was sure of it.

Eddie could taste your arousal, the tangy sweetness of you that left his mind reeling, start to seep more and more potent through the fabric. He hooked his finger around your panties, breath catching when he saw your puffy pussy, glistening at him- for him.

He looked up at you, eyes locked to yours when he lowered his mouth onto your wet folds, licking a long, slow stripe down your core, leaving you whining and crying out at the sensation. Eddie pulled back for a moment, letting the taste of you set in on his tongue, savoring it before his hands gripped on your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

You squirmed and squealed on the couch, thighs clenched around his head so tightly you were sure you'd squeeze his head until it popped. But Eddie didn't seem to mind, mouth suctioned around your clit, fingers loosening you up as your writhed and bucked beneath his tongue.

"Oh, fuck, Ed, 'm so close. So close-oh!" You shrilled, hips bucking, thighs tightening and snapping closed around his head when he curled his fingers, scissoring the lightly open and then curling up inside of you, making you gush around his fingers.

Your chest hammered and heaved with heavy, bated breaths, and you were sure you blacked out for a moment. You'd never had an orgasm like that. Not with your vibrator, certainly not with any of your ex's. Your eyes glazed, thighs shaking and quivering gently when they finally relaxed underneath him, freeing his head from your grasp.

Eddie licked his fingers when he stood up, looking down at you skeptically, lips twisted in concern. "You alright?" He asked, hand still sticky and wet with your release cupping your cheek.

You were sprawled back into the couch, limbs weak around you. You blinked up at him, small, steadying breaths leaving your parted lips. "Y-Yeah," You said, swallowing around your thick tongue. "I just... I need a sec, that was..." You closed your eyes, slinging an arm over them.

Eddie hesitated. He'd thought you'd enjoyed it, but now he was a little self conscious. "Did I hurt you?" Eddie asked carefully.

"No," You replied quickly, eyes bulging to look at him with wide eyes. "No, you definitely didn't hurt me." You laughed, shaking your head. "That was amazing, Eddie, really. I-I've never..." You shook your head, hiding your blushing cheeks in your hands at the admission.

Eddie grinned, sloppy and proud. His chest boasted a little, puffing out as he looked down at you. "Yeah?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yeah." You agreed, hazy eyes looking back at him.

His cock lurched, jaw gritting at the sight of you, exposed and flushed laying on the couch. He tried to memorize every part of your body, every curve and crevice in case it was the last time he saw it. God, he hoped it wasn't the last time he saw you, but it all seemed too good; too good for him.

You sighed heavily, pulling yourself up on shaky legs, his hand immediately reaching out to steady you. "I, um, I have some condoms in my room if you didn't bring any." You admitted with a blush. "Not that I have a lot of guys over or in my room. You're the only guy, I just- I bought them for you."

Eddie beamed. "For me?" He repeated. "You were planning this, huh?"

You blushed, deep crimson down your neck and chest, awkwardly covering yourself under his gaze. "Maybe," You muttered. "Wishful thinking, right? I was hoping we'd get to, eventually."

Eddie smirked, hand on your waist squeezing it gently, he pulled you close to him, his erection on your tummy through the cotton of his boxers. "I packed a few in my wallet." He nodded towards the front table. "Guess I had the same idea." He admitted sweetly.

You giggled, hands running down his inked biceps, lightly tracing over the etches on his skin, ones you'd never seen before because they were hidden by his shirt. "Um, how about you get that, and I'll meet you in my bedroom?" You suggested, batting your eyes at him.

Eddie nodded, swallowing thickly as he watched you turn, scampering to your bedroom, fat of your ass jiggling with every step you took. Eddie felt his knees tighten, sure he'd fall to them at any moment. For you, he gladly would.

Eddie fumbled through his wallet, fingers digging for the gold foiled condom he'd slipped in there two dates ago, just in case. He'd never planned to, but he wasn't sure how the night would go.

You were waiting on the edge of the bed, candle lit on the bedside table softly illuminating the room in a romantic glow. Your bare body exposed and kneeling, waiting for him. Eddie gripped the door frame tight, so hard he was sure he'd break the worn, paint chipped wood.

"Jesus, fuck, baby." Eddie muttered, eyes roaming over your body quickly. He worried he'd miss a detail, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He'd have this burned into the back of his eyelids if he could, content with seeing this image forever and ever.

You grabbed him gently when he got closer, pushing the hem of his boxers down until they slid down to his ankles, cock springing onto his belly, angry and red and already spilling for you.

"Oh," You whispered, eyes bulging wide when you looked down at his erection.

"What? What's wrong?" Eddie shifted, hands reaching to cover himself. Fuck, had he messed up the shaving that bad? He'd tried to follow the magazine article Steve had lent him on 'manscaping', whatever the fuck that was, but it ended up a little uneven.

You shook your head. "Nothing." You said quickly, reaching out to move his hand away gently. "It's just..." Your index finger traced the length of him with an airy light touch, tracing up the vein of his cock that had Eddie groaning. "It's big." You admitted, eyes rounding up at him with surprise.

Eddie stammered, reddening under your admission. "I-I mean, it's not-"

"It's pretty big, Eddie." You said, gripping it gently in your hand, stroking up and down his shaft lightly. Eddie shuddered, exhaling shakily, hands finding your shoulders for balance. "Biggest I've ever seen."

Eddie boasted, smirking pridefully. "You don't have to sweet talk me, angel." Eddie laughed. "You already got my pants off."

You giggled, looking up at him with a hidden grin, hands still stroking him lazily. You looked down at his leaking tip. "Can I...Can I taste it?" You asked, dewey-eyed with excitement. Eddie felt the breath leave his lungs. "Please?" You added sweetly.

"Oh, fuck," Eddie groaned before shaking his head rapidly, fingers pressing into your shoulders when you reached down, pumping him gently before your warm tongue swiped over his tip, gathering all his salty spend.

"Mmm," You moaned behind closed mouth, rolling your tongue around in your mouth, swallowing lightly. You looked up at him again, smiling innocently before you leaned back over him, wrapping your mouth around the head of his cock, tongue swirling gently.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Eddie rambled, cheeks clenching to keep his hips steady. "Wait, fuck, wait." Eddie huffed out, groaning at the loss of warmth when you pulled your mouth off him, looking up at him questioningly.

"I-I, that feels so good, but, baby," Eddie sighed. "I won't last. I'm already so fuckin' close, let me just," He reached over, tearing open the condom before rolling it down his shaft. "I just need to be inside you, ok. Is that alright?"

You nodded, watching him roll the condom over his length. You looked back up at him, scooting back so you were sitting on the bed. "How do you want me?" You asked.

Eddie smirked. "How do you want me?" He asked back, tilting his head to the side. "Whatever's best for you, sweetheart. You just let me know how you want it."

Your heart swelled, beaming and gleaming up at him as you scooted back, lying back slowly until you were on your back. "I wanna see you." You admitted.

Eddie's heart lurched, crawling in the space between your legs. He pushed your thighs to your chest, slowly, placing kisses on the inside of your knees. He looked down, lining himself up with your entrance, rubber tipped cock circling your sopping hole.

"You ready?" Eddie asked, one hand on the mattress beside your waist.

You nodded, sitting up for you could watch down your sternum as he pushed in. You hissed at the stretch, a little uncomfortable with his girth. Eddie stopped. "You alright? You want me to keep going?" He asked.

"Yeah, just go slow," You tensed, and Eddie let out a broken, shaky sigh. Your pussy squeezing his already aching cock, strangling it as his hips met yours.

Eddie waited for a moment, watching you carefully, feeling your hips rotate and move around him until you relaxed, little thrusts and grinds onto him. You looked up at him, removing your hands from your thighs, placing them on either side of his face, and giving him a small nod.

Slow, purposeful thrusts, hips meeting yours, curls falling and tickling your face as Eddie hovered you. His breath was hot on your cheek, nuzzling and pressing gentle kisses onto your skin, pace quickening with every slow, deep roll of his hips.

Your back arched off the bed, nails digging into his back when he snapped his hips, rather hard into you. Eddie tensed, looking back down at you carefully. You didn't wait to hear the question, clawing at him, legs tightening to bring him closer, deeper into you.

"Do it again," You rasped. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

So Eddie didn't. His hips repeated their ministrations into you, snapping against you, pulling out just to slam into you again, leaving you whining and dizzy. You felt full of him, filled up and given him every inch of space.

"Oh, shit, sweetheart." Eddie's breath was hot in your ear, voice low and breathy. His pace quickened, grunts louder and thrusts quicker. "You feel- mmmfuck- feel so good. So fuckin' good."

You whined when his tip brushed your sensitive spot, making your abdomen clench, tears pricking your eyes. Eddie pulled back out of your neck, resting his forehead on top of yours. Bangs sticky with sweat, matted against your skin, his nose brushing yours.

You could tell he was close, by the way his jaw clenched, thrusts getting tighter and faster, breathing ragged and rapid. His eyes stayed on yours, scorching gaze that left you burning and aching for more. You could feel his hips clench, the small whine falling out of his lips as he thrusted deep, jamming into your g-spot and leaving you crying out, head tilting back and grappling at his shoulders, while his lips found your neck, sucking and nibbling gently.

Eddie grunted into the delicate skin, whiny moans desperate and tired muffled by your skin. You sunk into the mattress, feeling his weight on top of yours. Hips burning with the stretch against your chest, but you wouldn't complain. Not if it meant he might stay with you like this.

Eddie shivered when he pushed off of you, rolling over to reach for the used condom, filled up and embarrassingly large amount that he tried to hide, hunched over and guarded when he tied it off. You rolled your head over to look at him, watching him stand and look around the room for the trashcan.

"In the bathroom. Next to the toilet." You said softly, letting your legs fall flat, spread out starfish style on the bed.

Eddie padded into the bathroom, rummaging through the drawers before he stuck his head out. "Do you have a cloth or something?" He asked.

"Second drawer from the top." You told him sweetly, pushing up on your forearms.

"I got it." Eddie said with a small smile. "I got it. Lemme take care of you, ok? I'll get you cleaned up."

Your heart swelled and fluttered at his words, the warm feeling in your chest intensifying when he came back, carefully wiping you, muttering apologies when you winced, pressing soothing kisses into your hair line.

You'd rolled over when he'd returned, one leg tucked under the sheets and the other extended down the bed. Eddie swallowed hard, eyes trained on your ass, the slope of your back, hair sprawled on the pillows next to you.

"I, um, that was really great." Eddie muttered, fumbling for his boxers on the ground, stepping into them carelessly.

You looked over at him, heavy lidded and dazed. "That was amazing." you smiled gently, his heart fluttering. "Better than I could've ever imagined."

Eddie laughed. "So you've been imagining me sexually, huh?" He teased with a lifted brow. "Dirty girl."

You giggled. "Can you blame me?" You smirked. You watched him step into the living room, his t-shirt in his hands. "Are-Are you leaving?" You asked with a frown, sitting up in the bed.

Eddie looked down at his shirt, he'd figured you'd want to wear it to sleep. His heart dropped at the thought that you wanted him to leave. He hadn't even thought of that. "I, uh, I-I can if you want me to."

You pouted. "I'd really like you to stay." You admitted quietly, pulling the sheets up to cover yourself, feeling too exposed, too vulnerable.

Eddie's heart leaped, fists clenching around the shirt. "Alright, yeah." He nodded, stepping towards the other side of the bed. "I-I, here." He extended the shirt to you. "I just figured you'd want something to sleep in. This is your house, I know, so if you want something else, just let me know. I can get you your pajamas or-or whatever you're comfortable in-"

You grinned, grabbing the shirt and slipping it over your head. You held the neckline close to your nose, inhaling Eddie's lingering scent, letting it was over you, leaving you hazy and gooey. Eddie gawked slightly, eyes wide when you met his gaze.

You pushed the duvet down, shimmying over so he had room. "C'mon in," You smiled, patting the mattress. "I promise it's a comfy mattress."

Eddie snorted lightly, sinking into the space next to you. He wouldn't tell you this yet, but he'd sleep on molten lave if it meant he could sleep next to you. You pushed your leg over Eddie's hips, snuggling into his side while his hands found your back, loving touches and stolen giggles shared between the sheets.

Eddie slept hard that night, better than he had in years. Content and happy to be next to you, even if you drooled, even if he snored, even if you hogged the blanket, and he kicked in his sleep. He couldn't imagine sleeping next to anyone else, being with anyone else.

He stayed with you the entire long weekend, hoarded up in your little home, helping you with small household tasks, stealing soft kisses, bending you over the kitchen counter when you made breakfast.

"I have something for you," He says, a grin on his face, you tilt your head in question, "Well, two things actually"

Your smile grows wider, "But you have to wait till midnight" He taunts

You frown, your head falling back against your headrest as he laughs lightly, "Only two minutes"

"Too long"

"Needy girl"

You turn to him, gazing at him with doe eyes, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, glancing towards the time on his watch.

"Close enough"

You smile, leaning forward in your seat, he reaches behind him, pulling out a white box and a small gift-wrapped object, handing you the decorated package first.

"What is it?"

"That question defeats the purpose of the paper"

You roll your eyes, fingers tearing at the paper, your eyes grow wide at the sight of a cassette,

"How did you? This doesn't come out for another week."

"Guy at the store owed me"

You furrow your brows in question,

"Do you like it?"

"It's perfect, thank you" You lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips, pulling back to slide the tape into the receiver on the dashboard, turning the volume up slightly.

"One more thing, close your eyes"

You do as he says, squeezing your eyes shut as a smile creeps on your face, you hear him shuffle slightly, his lighter clicking a few times.

"Okay, open"

He's holding a small cake, words scattered on the top in semi-legible writing, a mess of candles poking out from the top, he glances at the time.

"Make a wish"

You think for a second, eyes locking with his as you move forward to blow out the candles, the scent filling the area as he smiles.

"What'd you wish for?"

"If I tell you it won't happen"

"C'mon you know that's bullshit"

You bite your lower lip, heat rising to your skin, you're nervous under his stare.

"I wished" You stumble over your words, his gaze doesn't falter, "I wished that I wouldn't be a virgin on my birthday"

Your heart races, he just stares at you, he doesn't say anything and you feel your skin sweat. You're about to run away in embarrassment before he leans forward, closing the gap between you two and kisses you, his hand settling at the back of your head as his lips press into yours. He pulls back slightly,

"Are you sure?"

You nod,

"Use your words doll"

"Yes, need you so bad" Your skin flushes pink as he practically throws himself into the back of the van, throwing down a blanket he kept in the rear, you follow behind him, chasing his kiss as his arms snake around your waist.

His fingers roam your body, pawing at your skin,

"Tell me if anything is too much"

"Okay"

Your fingers rake through his hair as his hands lift his shirt from his chest, moving back to grip your waist, carefully laying you back, his hips slot against yours, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of his hardening length pressing into your thigh.

His hands move under your top, bunching it at your collarbone before you help him remove it,

"So beautiful" His words come through kisses, he moves down, trailing his kisses over your bare chest, his hands kneading at your breasts as you elicit a sigh.

He moves further down, his breath ghosting over the hem of your pants, he looks up at you, you nod in silent permission. His fingers work at the button of your jeans, you lift your hips to help him slide them off, your arousal pooling in your core.

He leaves wet kisses over your inner thigh before his face settles in front of your weeping sex, you take a deep breath, your eyes on him as he pushes his tongue out, licking a stripe through your folds, you clench your thighs around his head, his hands gently moving to open your legs for him. He snakes a hand up your stomach, laying his palm flat so you can take it, threading your fingers through his as you squeeze the digits.

His tongue flicks over your clit causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, your heels digging into the floor of the van, your free hand moves to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at his roots causing him to grunt, the vibration going straight to your core adding to your arousal.

He's circling your bud while his fingers tease at your entrance, gathering some of your slick before he pushes in slowly, you let out a moan at the intrusion, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"So tight baby, gonna have to work you open a little"

You arch into him as he pumps his fingers into you, curving them to hit your sweet spot, he sucks your clit into his mouth and you tug harder at his roots, the action making him hum around your bud.

"Please Eddie, so close"

He speeds up his pace a little, fingers pushing into quicker as his tongue flicks over your sensitive clit, he's groaning into your pussy as you feel the coil inside you stretch, threatening to snap.

"Shit baby, taste so good, want you to cum for me"

You squeeze his hand with a deadly grip, strings of moans falling from your open mouth as the coil inside you snaps, your orgasm taking over your body as you writhe under his grip, he removes his fingers, his tongue moving lower to lap at your slick, cleaning every drop as you ground yourself.

“Eddie” You whimper

“What do you need angel?”

“Need to feel you, please” You chest is heavy as you stare at him with doe eyes, he sits back on his calves, undoing his belt and pants before sliding them off, crawling over your form. He grinds his length lightly against you, a sigh escaping your lips from the contact, you’re overwhelmed by the state of him, his lips pink, his hairs a mess, all you can smell is him, his presence drowning out the sound of the music playing.

He braces his elbows next to your head, his mouth connecting with yours, his tongue prods between your lips as you open allowing him in, the kiss is feverish, your breath heavy as you melt into him.

He pulls back resting his forehead on yours,

“You ready?”

“Yes, please” Your hands roam his bare skin as he lines himself up, your breath hitched as he pushes the tip in. The stretch burns, your pussy swallowing him as you clench down,

“Shit, you’re so tight, so perfect”

He bottoms out with a grunt, the feeling making you scrunch your brows,

“God you’re squeezing me angel, gonna mould this little pussy to my cock” He waits a moment for you to adjust, “S’that what you want, you want me to ruin this little pussy?” He pulls back slightly, dragging his tip along your walls as you moan,

“Please Eddie, need you so bad”

He thrusts into you, his breath shaky,

“Don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop baby”

“Don’t, fuck, please don’t stop”

He looks at your face, your mouth open as you stare at him with hooded eyes, his list envelops him as he starts pumping into you, his hands grabbing your thighs to pull them around his waist.

He swallows your moans with his kisses, the windows of the van now fully fogged from the heat between you two, all you can feel is him, stretching you out, his breathy moans fill your ears.

His hand moves to trace over your clit, rolling the bud between his fingers, you clench down on him, the action adding kindling to the fire that’s burning inside you.

“Need to feel you cum on my cock baby”

He grunts in your ear, his noises shooting straight to your core as he leaves wet kisses on your neck, you arch into him, his cock driving deeper into you as his fingers press into your clit, the calloused pads giving just the right amount of friction that it has you seeing stars.

“Cum for me baby”

And you do, the fire in your abdomen consumes you as every nerve in your body ignites, your nails digging into the skin of his back as you come apart underneath him,

“Fuck, feel so good, so wet for me”

You’re a mess of moans and whimpers as you come down, your eyes locked on his as you ride out your orgasm.

“M’not gonna last long baby”

You can’t form words, your eyes conveying enough to him as he pumps into harder, his hands digging into your waist sure to leave marks as he chases his high. His hair sticks to his forehead in a thin layer of sweet, the chain around his neck swaying above you as your hands roam his chest, nails scratching over his tattoos.

He pulls out of you, you whimper lightly at the loss and his hand shifts to his length, pumping a few times before he shoot’s ropes of cum over your stomach, painting the skin in his spend. He finished with a grunt, milking his cock for every drop as he tries to catch his breath, rolling over onto his side to grab something to clean you with.

He settles on his shirt, gently wiping your stomach before snaking his arms around you, pulling you into him, he leans down to kiss you, it’s softer this time, full of love.

You trace patterns over his tattoos, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your skin,

“Are you alright?”

“Perfect” You smile at him, he mirrors your action, leaning down for another kiss before nestling his face against your shoulder, soft lips meeting the skin of your neck.

You could feel your fists clench, knuckles tight and whitening when you shoved your key in the door, agitation eating you from the inside out.

Today had been a particularly horrible day to work retail. Spring always meant prom season, which meant whiny teenagers spilled in with their bossy mothers, demanding shades of foundation for the spray tan they didn’t have yet, slamming them on the counter furiously when it inevitably didn’t match- because you were supposed to be mind reader. But you couldn’t say that to them, couldn’t snap at them the way you wanted to, only taking deep breath in, giving a dazzling customer service smile, and apologizing for your mistake.

The knots in your neck were agonizing from straining all day, feet aching from the little black boots you wore, a sweat breaking out on your neckline. All you wanted to do was go home, drown yourself in the cheap bottle of wine you had in the fridge, and sink into a bubble bath until your skin pruned away entirely. But you knew you wouldn’t get to do that.

When you’d got off, you sat in your car, scrolling through messages, your lips pressing further together into a tight line. There sat the string of TikTok notifications from Eddie on your screen, constant and too many for you to look at. It wasn’t the videos that pissed you off, it was the fact that he had sent them all day. All day, and you knew- you just knew he hadn’t done anything you asked him to do.

You’d left him that morning, sweet kisses pressed to his cheek, fingers trailing down his tummy, still soft and warm from sleep. “I started a load of laundry, can you just switch it over to the dryer please?” You asked softly.

Eddie nodded, pulling you back in for one last kiss before you left, still propped up in the bed. You’d slipped out, going to work. When you returned, you were greeted by Eddie on the couch, blunt rolling smoke in the tray beside him, hunched over with his headset on, screaming into the mic and eyes trained on his PlayStation. He’d muttered a greeting, tongue out in focus playing some fantasy type game, eyes never leaving the screen.

You could feel your shoulders tense, jaw setting when you slammed the door behind you. You didn’t take off your shoes, didn’t set down your purse, stomping straight down the hall towards the small closet where your washer and dryer sat. You lifted the lid, the mildewish, soured smell of wet towels filling your nose.

The bubble of calmness you’d kept all day popped, exploding in hot rage out of you. You dropped your purse, reaching in to grab one of the still soaking wet towel, heavy and wet on your hands.

You marched in front of Eddie, blocking his view, fuming with the towel in your hand. “Baby, one sec, I’m almost-“ Eddie stopped, eyes trained on the towel.

He flicked up the mic to his headset just in time for you ball up the towel, throwing it so it thudded against his chest. You jammed your finger in the button of the PlayStation, powering it off furiously. Eddie grimaced slightly, slipping the headset off.

“I asked you to do one goddam thing!” You screamed, throwing your hands out.

“Baby, I forgot-“

“-You always forget, Eddie!” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. His eyes rounded slightly, pleading and sorry. You snarled, shaking your head and stomping towards your room.

You plopped on your bed, angrily ripping your shoes off. It was a constant fight since he’d moved in. Towels left on the bathroom floor, not putting down the toilet seat, forgetting to start the dishwasher, putting the coffee cups up too high.

You bristled with anger, jaw grinding and huffing. All you’d asked him to do was one thing. One. You didn’t give a shit that he stayed on your couch, that he played his game all day, only leaving to get food or do a deal. You didn’t care, really. But what you did care about was when he disrespected your space; you. You’d had this fight already, about him helping you around the apartment- your apartment.

You tried to be understanding, it was clear he wasn’t doing it maliciously. He didn’t have a good home life, and his uncle raised him the best he could, but Wayne was too busy working to make sure their lights stayed on to worry about if Eddie’s room was clean. As long as Eddie was clean, he didn’t care. That was clear when you’d gone into his room once, staying at the trailer one night only, scared by the ecosystem growing under his bed.

But on days like today, days when your nerves were shot and the last thing you wanted was to deal with things like that, it infuriated you. There were no clean towels for a bath, so your afternoon plans to soak were destroyed, which made you fume all over again.

You could hear Eddie starting the laundry, the small trill of the chimes on the machine starting. You rolled your eyes, pulling your shirt off, balling it up and tossing it in the hamper.

The door’s hinges squeaked softly, Eddie’s footsteps soft and muffled against the carpet. You ignored him, pushing down your black jeans into a puddle on the ground.

“Baby, ’m sorry.” Eddie whispered softly from behind you. You felt his fingers ghost over your hips, trailing over the silky material of your panties.

You huffed, wiggling out of his grasp. “Don’t.” You snapped. “I had a really shitty day and all I wanted was to take a bath. I’m disgusting and-and… just don’t touch me right now.” You hissed, holding your hand up.

Eddie nodded, eyes trained on your chest, watching you unclasp your bra, breasts falling free. He swallowed hard, putting his hands in front of his sweatpants. “I’m so sorry, baby. I forgot, really.” He cooed sweetly, taking a step towards you.

You rummaged through your drawers, pulling out a big tshirt, soft with wear, and a pair of fresh underwear. Eddie took another step forward. “Did you have a bad day?”

You huffed, slamming the drawers. “Yeah, I did.” You snapped. “And this didn’t make it any better. I got bitched at all fucking day, and I just wanted to come home and relax.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie sighed sympathetically. “I’ll go run to Target and get you a towel if you want me to. You can get in the bath and I’ll be right back.”

“No,” You huffed, pushing your underwear down. His eyes widened slightly. “I just- I want you to do shit when I ask you to.”

“I know,” Eddie nodded, stepping towards you again. “I know, I’m sorry, baby, I swear I didn’t mean to. I just- I forgot honestly.” He hesitated, reaching out to touch you, slow and soft. You were bare in front of him, arms crossed over your chest, glaring angrily at him but you didn’t push him away.

He pulled you close, your crossed arms in his chest, chin resting on your shoulder, pressing sweet kisses into your cheek. His hands rubbed up and down your back, slow little circles that had you relaxing slightly, melting further into his chest.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, sweetheart.” Eddie muttered into your cheek. You huffed, pouty and breathy into his chest. “Let me take care of you.” His hands trailed down your spine, squeezing the fat of your ass.

You whined, pulling back. “I’m gross, Ed, no.” You protested lightly, his hands still kneading your cheeks. “I’ve worked all day. I’m sweaty and gross.”

“You’re not gross.” Eddie muttered, nose nuzzling into your hair line, breathing in your scent deeply. “C’mon, let me help you relax, baby. ‘S least I can do. Make it up to you.”

You hesitated, the kisses he was trailing down your neck were making you relax enough already. You whimpered when he sucked lightly into the nape of your neck, his hands still grabbing your ass.

“C’mon, lay down, baby, I got you.” Eddie coaxed gently.

You melted into the mattress, letting him lay on top of you, hips rolling and grinding into you. You blamed the sweatpants, they were your weakness. You could always see his dick outlined in them, so casual and innocent. You were always dropping to your knees when he wore them.

Eddie wedged his body between your legs, sliding down the mattress, trailing kisses between your breasts, down your sternum, towards your core until his shoulders had your thighs spread wide around him. He could feel the heat off your pussy, radiating and warming the tip of his nose before he ever touched you. His hands ran up your torso, smoothing over the skin of your tummy, squeezing your breasts before sliding back down your waist, pressing wet kisses to the inside of your thighs, over your mound, teasing.

“Stop,” you whined, high pitched and nasally,  wiggling your hips towards his face. Your brows creased, pouting when you looked down at him.

He grinned softly, hand pulling your thighs apart further, tongue running over his bottom lip before he licked you, slow from your hole to your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub. Eddie moaned loud, enough to have vibrations sending shockwaves to your bundle of nerves making you arch.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck.” Eddie rasped, licking another long stripe, eyes closing and fingers digging into your thigh.

You whimpered, hands threading through his curls. You loved that he kept his hair long. He looked so different from all the other guys, wild curls that always seemed to have your hands in them, playing with the ringlets sweetly. You loved when he'd let you style it, load it with products and diffuse it, or put a mask in it in the bath, clipping it up sweetly while you soaked. Eddie loved it too, he loved that you loved it, loved that you'd scratch his scalp and coo at him, so sweet and giggly.

You were a whirlwind, an enigma of personality. Sweet and sour, he called you his little 'sour patch kid' and while he always played it off like he was joking, you both knew deep down he was being serious. He knew you were just high strung, wound a little tight, and the snapping and snarky comments were a defense, a default when you felt out of control. He knew you could be sweet, knew you were sweet, you were so sweet to him.

You whined, wiggling your hips closer and closer to him, sighing heavy when he sucked at your clit. “That feels good…” You mumbled, hips jumping towards his mouth.

Eddie grinned, another long lick to your slit that had you reeling. “Mmm, I’m glad.” He kept his lips against your core when he said it, he knew you liked it like that. He knew you liked the vibrations, how they’d tickle your clit and make you clench. He didn’t even have to use his fingers, could have you coming undone with his tongue alone.

You whimpered, feeling his hand press against your lower tummy, thighs tightening when he ran a soft hand up and down your belly to your chest, rolling your nipples just barely in his hands. “Feels so good, Eddie, fuck.” You whined. “Oh! Right there! Do it just like that, please!”

Eddie repeated the action, fingers pressed in a ‘v’ over your puffed lips, exposing and revealing your throbbing clit to him, sucking the bud at a pace that had you seeing stars. You cried, hands fisting in his hair to bring him closer and closer, his nose was pressed against your mound, inhaling your scent deeply, lapping away until you gushed hard around him. His eyes fluttered up to yours, licking you through your orgasm while you bucked and writhed, his arms locked around your waist to keep you still. He loved watching you come undone for him, get you in that hazy headspace that always had you needy and clingy afterwards.

“That good?” Eddie asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he moved up.

You nodded, chest heaving slightly. “Very good.” You looked at him with glassy eyes, smiling slightly. The blush on your cheeks was enough for him to know you meant it. He was always wanting to please you, especially after you were upset with him.

He shoved his sweatpants down, kicking them off until they pooled at the end of the bed. You could feel his erection between the two of you, rutting his hips into yours, whining slightly at the friction.

“You wanna be like this? Or you wanna be on your stomach?” Eddie asked, his nose touching yours. You could feel his curls around your face, making you giggle at the tickling feeling. It made your heart swell slightly, any feels of irritation disappearing with every soft kiss of his pillowy lips on yours.

"This is fine," You sighed contently, eyes shutting when he pressed his lips to your neck. "Wanna see you." You muttered.

Eddie fucked you slow, your legs wrapped around his waist, fingers intertwined with his. He grunted lowly in your ear, reveling in the little whines and gasps you'd let sneak out sweetly, muffled into his neck.

You'd curled up beside him, he'd used his boxers to clean you up before dropping them back into the floor, your head on his chest, his hands stroking your hair softly. You could feel your eyes droop, heavy with the stress of the day. Eddie put on New Girl for you, he knew you liked to watch it when you were falling asleep.

When you awoke, the screen on the TV with the Netflix logo, asking if you were still watching. You could hear Eddie in the living room, the soft glow of the kitchen light down the hallway. You felt heavy, warm, a little disoriented with the nap. Your phone on the bedside table read eight-twenty-two.

Eddie looked up when you walked in, pausing his game and pushing the headset off his curls. "Hi, baby," He greeted with a small smile. "Did you sleep ok?"

You nodded, stretching and rubbing your eyes. You started for the closet with the washer and dryer. "I already dried them." Eddie said proudly. "I put them up too, so you can take a bath now if you want."

Your heart swelled, smiling with a soft, sleepy smile. You walked over to him, straddling his lap, still warm and soft. Eddie's hands rubbed down your back, grabbing on your hips gently. "Thank you." You whispered, pressing your lips to his sweetly.

"No problem, baby." Eddie hummed, a soft smile on his lips. "'M sorry I didn't do it earlier."

"That's alright." You muttered, sitting down in his lap. Your legs on either side of his, arms around his neck, head tucked under his chin. His hand found your back, rubbing small circles down your back, sneaking under the fabric of the shirt- his shirt.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day." Eddie pressed small kisses to your hair line.

"'S alright." You pouted, huffing slowly against his chest. "I hate prom."

Eddie laughed softly, chest vibrating with laughter. "Yeah? I wasn't a fan of it either."

You craned your neck to look up at him. "Who did you go to prom with?"

Eddie scratched his neck. "Uh, my first senior year, I went with this emo, alt chick. Her name was Haley." He grinned slightly and you frowned. "Then my last senior year, I just went with the guys. Only went for a little bit, then hit the after parties to sell." You scoffed slightly, and he smiled down at you. "What about you?"

"I went my sophomore year with this guy names Parker. He was a friend and he needed a date, so we went, talked shit the whole night it was fun. Then I went my junior year twice, because the guy I was with at the time went to a different school. Then senior year I went with the same guy but just to mine, because he had graduated." You explained.

Eddie snorted. "Seems like you loved prom if you ask me."

"Hated it. My mom made me go." You wrinkled your nose. "I looked so different too. Weird when I look back."

"Bet you were still hot." Eddie grinned. You scoffed loudly. "What? I bet you were. What's that Drake song... high school pics you were even bad then?"

You laughed, cringing slightly while you covered your blush. "Eddie, oh my god, that- you're so lame." You giggled, shaking your head.

"What? It's a good song. I thought you'd love that song." Eddie jested, poking your side sweetly. "Gotta be nice for what? That's practically written about you."

"I'm very nice." You pouted playfully, eyes narrowing at him.

You’re running through the kitchen doors wrapping your apron around your waist with your waiting pad between your teeth. You glance up at the clock and grin as you realise you’ve made it in with 2 minutes to spare. 

You quickly confirm which section you’re taking over from and head out into the dining area, thankfully everything is running smoothly so you’re not required to clean up messes, put out fires and take orders all at once, which is a nice change of pace from your usual shift starts. You run your first order to the back and make eye contact with a new pair of eyes on the other side of the gantry, before you can speak you’re introduced to the new guy by the larger chef he’s working with,

“You working the close tonight?” 

“Unfortunately yes, really cutting into my packing time.” You groan and are offered a sympathetic smile,

“Well, this is Eddie. He’s working the close with you tonight so please be gentle with him.” You laugh and flash a smile at Eddie,

“I can’t promise that, we’ll have to see how I’m feeling at the end of the night.” You offer up your name to the new guy and he nods, a little awkwardly. You grab the plates in front of you and take them out to your table, checking everything is running smoothly once more. It gets steadily busier, it always does on Friday nights, you head into the kitchen and catch the dessert chef starting to flap a little bit with his orders. 

“Hey, take a breather. I’ve got the sundaes.” You’re met with a grateful nod and handed the whipped cream canister. You’re so focused on your task that you don’t notice you’ve attracted an audience of one, Eddie’s watching you from the other side of the kitchen, until he receives a gentle flick to the back of his head,

“Don’t even think about it. She's the boss man’s daughter.” 

As he speaks your finger slips on the nozzle and you spray whipped cream over the counter, making Eddie chuckle softly, and then groan inwardly as he watches your tongue dart over the cream on your thumb. You catch him watching you and offer him an embarrassed smile, everyone in the kitchen has trouble with those canisters, its not just a ‘you’ thing but it’s embarrassing nonetheless.

The rest of the shift passes quickly and without further incident, and in fact you’re able to finish your closing jobs fairly quickly, so you decide to see how Eddie’s doing in the kitchen,

“Hey! Need any help?” Eddie is placing the heavy grill panels into the cleaner for the night. He shakes his head,

“Nah, I got this.”

“Eddie, right? I’ve seen the schedule, this is your first solo close, please let me help. What can I do?”

“Uhh just the counters need wiping down and the fryers need draining. I’ve got the floor.” 

You nod and get started with draining the used oil from the fryers, taking care not to splash any of the oil. 

“So, Eddie, how are you finding it here? You can be honest, I’m not gonna go running to my dad.”

“Hmm, well I don’t hate it.” He laughs and so do you, “Honestly, gun to my head, I would have never placed myself in chef’s whites. Prison overalls maybe. But I’m really enjoying it, is that super lame?”

“No it’s not super lame, its lovely when someone comes in and is able to work and feel accomplished with that work.”

“Oh you are definitely fitted with a wire that is feeding back to your father.”

You roll your eyes, “No, I mean it. It’s important to do something you enjoy.”

“What about you then? The guys say you work here on breaks from college? I’m guessing you’re not studying Advanced Waitressing?”

“Not exactly, more like Education.”

“So like teaching?”

“That’s the one, always like the thought of fascinating tiny minds, kids hanging off my skirt by the end of the day because they enjoy my lessons so much.”

“That’s cute, as long as they’re small kinds and not like 14 year olds.”

This makes you laugh, “Yeah, screw working with teenagers.” You finish wiping down the last counter as you speak, then shifting your weight to perch on the counter while Eddie finishes mopping the floor, he playfully swats at you,

“Man, c’mon no asses on the nice clean counters!” You hop down and wait by the back door as Eddie finishes up mopping the floor. You can’t help but make a bad joke as he removes the hair net holding his curls,

“Nice mop.” Eddie snorts at this and follows you out, walking you to your car once you’ve confirmed the building is locked up. 

“Well, I’ll see you over Thanksgiving weekend.” Eddie nods,

“See you then.”

The Thanksgiving schedule gets sent out the week before you return home, typical of the managers to leave it until the last minute. You eye the shifts you’re going to be on for the 2 days you’re covering. Both are closes with Eddie, a small smile plays upon your lips as you register this.

“Okay, babe. Last chance, are you sure you don’t want to spend Thanksgiving with my family instead of slaving away in your family’s restaurant?” Your boyfriend pokes his head around the door to your bedroom, you shake your head.

“I’m sure, its too late to change plans now anyway. I don’t want to put your family out by surprising them.”

“Alright, I’ll let them know you definitely can’t make it.” You catch an edge to the tone of his voice, clearly frustrated with you and roll your eyes, you’d had plans to see your family and help out at the restaurant for far longer than the 2 months you had been dating your boyfriend, you weren’t about to dip on those plans.

The week seems to snail by and even the drive home feels like it takes longer than usual, in fact time crawls up until the second you are back in the restaurant. You catch Eddie’s eyes again as you enter the kitchen,

“Hey stranger, looks like we’re spending a lot of time together these two days.” You don’t mean to sound so flirty in your tone but it just seems to naturally sink in when you speak to Eddie. 

“Seems that way, should I expect a friendship bracelet?” Eddie is equally alarmed by the tone of his voice as he calls back to you across the kitchen, and its not unnoticed, he receives a few “dont you dare” glances from his colleagues and quickly turns back to his plating. You notice the tension you’ve caused and quickly duck out to the dining room, focusing on your job. It’s Thanksgiving so of course it is atrociously busy this evening, you barely have time to shout orders over the line before the previous 3 are ready to go to tables. But you make it through the shift, and you decide to do your last job in the kitchen, taking one of the dining room chairs and resting it opposite the counter. Cutlery wrapping is a mindless enough task that you and Eddie manage to hold a conversation, you congratulate him on how well he’s doing and he politely asks how college is going, keeping the conversation casual enough to distract himself from the tension he’s feeling. 

The second night and your last shift follows much the same pattern, you ending up wrapping cutlery in the kitchen, complaining to Eddie about how pointless it is to spend so much of your time wrapping the cutlery in the napkin, when nobody actually notices it, its not like your customers are fawning over the craftsmanship of it. Eddie laughs,

“Isn’t it part of the experience? Fancy wrapped cutlery by a grumpy waitress at midnight?”

“You think I’m grumpy?” You raise an eyebrow at him, amused by his assessment, he stops wiping down the counter and leans over it, his face moving closer to yours, you can’t help the way your eyes quickly dart down to his perfect pink lips for a split second before returning to his eyes,

“I think I’d hate to get on your wrong side.” 

You don’t respond, you can’t think with him this close to you and he seems suddenly aware of his proximity so slinks back, returning to cleaning the counter, cheeks a little pinker than before.

“So, um,” You clear your throat hoping to sound casual, “Your girlfriend must enjoy the improvement in your cooking at home right?” You do not sound casual, you sound insane. Eddie guffaws at you,

“No girlfriend, been single since birth practically. Smooth, though, very subtle.” He can’t help but smirk at the blush that ignites your face, “What about you?” He leans back on the counter behind him, folding his arms, flashing you glimpse of tattoos that his sleeves usually hide,

“There is someone at college.” Oh. Eddie can’t help but feel a little stab in his chest at this, he’s good with women, he knows when they’re flirting and he’d been fairly sure you had been, but maybe he’s not as perceptive as he thought?

“But…” Eddie likes the sound of a but, as cruel and selfish as that might make him sound. He tilts his head, indicating for you to continue. “But sometimes he makes me feel shit. Like I’m a disappointment or something.”

“Any man who makes you feel like you’re less than, is not good enough for you. You realise that right?” You look up, surprised at the boldness of his statement, “And that’s all of psychoanalyst Eddie you get for free tonight.” Eddie quickly shuts the conversation down, aware of how it might sound to someone on the outside if he was overheard, aware he’s being way too familiar with you and that he doesn’t know you well enough for this kind of conversation. The silence left in the kitchen is only broken by the sound of wrapped cutlery clinking into the trays before you. 

“I’m guessing you’ll be back for Christmas break?” Eddie’s voice makes you start slightly, and you nod,

“Of course, the best tips are at Christmas. Plus I can’t leave you to close this place down. I’d come back in the New Year to find the place burnt to cinders.”

“Oh you heard about the-”

“Yes I heard about the toaster incident.” 

The Christmas schedule looks to be fairly relentless, and you notice a few empty closing shifts needing cover. So you volunteer after sneaking a look at the chef on those nights.

The first shift back after Christmas you’re not closing, a small mercy as you ease back into the pattern of working. Eddie himself had booked the afternoon off to start his Christmas shopping so gives you a smile and a wave as he walks through the dining room, he lingers a little while longer when you’ve returned to your patrons, watching the way you flash a smile that he could only consider to be heartbreaking, watching as you bat your eyelashes at a man old enough to be your father as you hand him the check. He bites back a laugh as he sees the fistful of cash the man puts down as your tip. She gets them suckers good. You glance at him as you walk to the bar,

“See you tomorrow?” He shakes his head,

“Afraid not, do you not check my shifts on the schedule?” You definitely do but must have missed the alteration, “Don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back to play therapist the next day.” Stop fucking flirting idiot.

“I look forward to it.” You give him a genuine smile, one that would reduce him to putty in your hands if he stayed a moment longer. He suddenly feels bad for the men you disarm on the regular while working, they never stood a chance.

“Okay, I’m not an expert but something is bothering you.” Eddie hisses over the line at you as you grab plates,

“It’s nothing, just tired.” You plaster on the smile you wear in the dining room and head back out. Truthfully, it's not tiredness, but it's not something you want to discuss in a busy kitchen of gossips. Eddie chooses not to pester you further as you finish up dinner service, not wanting to cause you any stress that might make that smile falter.

“Alright, sit down and tell your therapist all that troubles you.” Eddie comes out of the kitchen as your lock the doors to the dining room. Eddie takes a seat at the table you’re yet to clean so as not to create more work for you. You don’t take a seat and instead start to stack plates, Eddie keeps his gaze trained on you until finally you break and make eye contact,

“Fine, fine. I am tired, I’m also sad.” Eddie waits to see if you’ll clue him in, not keen to pry too much,

“You know the boyfriend I was telling you about?” A nod, apprehensive. “Well, I was invited to go to his over Thanksgiving, but as you know, I was working. So obviously, heartbroken by the lack of my presence he decided to hook up with one of his sister’s friends. And I had to find out by his sister phoning me the second I was back in dorms.”

“That’s really scummy, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? You’re not the one who cheated.”

Eddie takes the plates from your hands,

“I’ve got these, do you want some help out here?” You shake your head, grateful for the change in conversation,

“I’ve got it.” He nods,

“Come keep me company when you’re done? I’ve got a shit load to clean.”

You crack on with the front of house closing, practically flying around the dining room, determined to get out at a reasonable hour tonight. When you enter the kitchen it’s almost spotless, you can spy two jobs that are still outstanding so perch yourself on the counter and clean down the metal trays from the salad bar.

“Hey! How many times do I gotta say no asses on my counters?” You stick your tongue out at him and hop down, 

“Thought you’d go easy on me, given my heartbreak and all.”

“I’m not as easily manipulated as your customers, you’ll have to try harder.” 

“Watch yourself, if I really turned my charm on you’d be a goner.” Eddie doesn’t doubt it for a second.

“Go easy on me then, if you want to help the grill needs spraying with the degreaser." You nod, putting the trays away in their cupboard. Eddie is mopping the floor with his back to you as you step up to the grill, grabbing the spray with one hand, you stumble slightly in your worn out shoes and put out a hand to catch yourself,

“Shit!” You curse loudly as you draw your hand back from the surface of the grill, Eddie practically throws his mop down and drags you over to the sink, running the reddening surface of your palm under cool water.

“Well this is fucking embarassing.” 

“Yeah, it is like a day one lesson, don’t touch the grill.” Eddie smirks, “I think you’ll live though.” In spite of yourself you can’t help but notice how good his hands feel on yours, smooth, gentle. Eddie insists on keeping your hand under the water for a full ten minutes, until your hand feels numb and your fingers are all pruney. While he holds you in place, once he’s done teasing you for your accident, he asks what you do in town when you’re not working. 

“Study I guess.” You shrug, “That and sleep?”

“No, like for fun.” Eddie makes a face at you, as though what he’s asking should be obvious,

“Never heard of it.” Eddie snorts at the joke and responds in kind,

“Clearly.”

“What about you, what do you do for fun?” You peer up at him, taking in his deep brown eyes, letting yourself drink in his features before you catch yourself,

“Well, uh, I have a band, we play at The Hideout.”

You wrinkle your nose at the memory of many a bad date at the bar he’s describing, “There? It’s a total dive!”

“Well, I’m sorry princess but everyone has got to start somewhere.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Eddie smiles at you, clearly unbothered by your comment,

“It’s okay, I’ll chalk it up to being in pain from the burn.” Eddie switches the water off and reaches for the first aid box,

“I’m sure it will be fine. We don’t need to go all out with dressings and shit.” Eddie shakes his head,

“Nope, can’t have your skin sloughing off all over plates of food tomorrow night, we’re using the burn cream and we’re putting a dressing on it.” You crinkle your nose at the imagery he describes while he gently rubs the cream in a soothing circle, with featherlight touches. The dressing is applied in a similar, overly cautious fashion, to the point that his first attempt results in the dressing immediately slipping off from your hand.

“And… there! Perfect.” Eddie says with flourish, taking a step back dramatically for you to admire his work,

“What’s the prognosis doctor? Will I ever be able to wait tables again?”

“I’m sure your hands will live another day to be burned in another stupid manner.” You slap his arm with your unbandaged hand, the outrage on your face makes him laugh. You really like his laugh. You really like being the cause of his laughter. 

The following night you step into the kitchen, ready to help Eddie with closing the kitchen only to find the counters practically twinkling at you, equipment all stored and a few damp spots lingering on the just-mopped floor,

“Wow! Someone was busy!” You look around, half expecting to see another colleague in the kitchen helping him,

“What can I say? I’m a dedicated worker.” Eddie comes around the line, and reaches into the walk in fridge,

“I have something for you.”

“A gift? But it’s not Christmas yet!” Eddie laughs at your theatrics, the mock horror you’ve put on your face,

“Not really a gift, you’re going to be doing me a favour. Now, close your eyes and open your mouth.” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously,

“Okay… But if you do anything weird I will have you fired, Munson.” Eddie rolls his eyes,

“Relax, just trust me, okay?” 

You do as he asks and open your mouth, albeit with a little hesitation. You feel the cold metal of a fork enter your mouth, the food is easy to recognise by taste and texture, you chew and swallow,

“I thought we’d stopped doing the brownies?”

“We did, this is my own recipe, I’ve been tweaking it. What do you think?” Your eyes are open now and you accept another forkful as it’s offered.

“Really good, like creaming in your pants good.” Eddie chuckles at this, dropping the fork and container onto the counter as he giggles. He finds himself leaning over you, sweeping his thumb over your bottom lip to remove the crumbs there,

“Food can be that good?” You lean into him, eyes dropping to his lips and then back to his eyes, your breathing hitches as you notice how his pupils are dilating, making his eyes look darker,

“Only when the chef knows what they’re doing.” Shit, what am I doing? Eddie steps back a little suddenly aware of the proximity and you notice the shift in atmosphere, maybe you stepped over the line with the creaming in your pants comment? Eddie quickly turns, tidying up the container and throwing the fork into the dishwasher.

“Okay, are we ready to lock up?”

“Mhm.” Eddie doesn’t make eye contact and prays you don’t notice his chef’s trousers sitting tighter around his crotch.

Eddie’s a lot more cautious of himself around you the next time you work together, keeping it so oddly formal that he’s coming across as rude to everyone else in the kitchen. You call him on it when you’re on break, storming out to the back of the restaurant where you know he smokes,

“Did I do something to you?” Eddie looks up from his chair, bewildered,

“No, why would you think that?”

“Then why are you acting like my existence in the kitchen is a personal insult to you?” Eddie pulls his hair net off and runs a hand through his hair, aggravated.

“That’s not, not what I’m trying to do.”

“Then what is it?” Eddie takes a long drag, mulling his answer over.

“It got weird last night, you know it did. I just don’t want anyone thinking I’m screwing the boss’ daughter for some kind of special treatment.” You kick at the floor, feeling guilty for the way you blew up at him, its valid that he would be concerned about that. You wrap your hands around your waist and offer a small joke,

“Well, just so we’re clear. The only way you would get special treatment is if you slept with my dad, and I hate to break it to you, but you’re really not his type.” Eddie laughs, taking care not to flick ash at your feet. “Eddie, I really like spending time with you, I just feel like we’re on a similar wavelength. You’re like my work husband.”

“I know what you mean.” He sighs, “You sure you’re not just being sweet so I’ll give you more treats?”

“Oh that is definitely why I’m being sweet, that brownie was-”

“Cream your pants good, yep, I remember.” 

You giggle at your terrible choice of words last night, “Okay, so are we good? No more weird formalities?” Eddie nods and follows you back into the restaurant, picking up where he left off in the kitchen.

Eddie starts making the food tasting thing a regular occurrence, though he never gets as close to you as he did the first time. He’s quick to improve and listen to feedback and the brownies were perfect after one tweak of using darker chocolate in them. 

“Alright I’ve got something new tonight. It’s a little out of season but I’m always up for a challenge. You know the drill, eyes closed, mouth open.”

“One day you’re going to make me regret the trust I’m putting in you, arent you?” You do as you’re asked as you speak.

“Whatever do you mean?” You can hear him chuckling softly, and cant resist trying to make him laugh more,

“Well, I’m trusting that the next thing going into my mouth is something sweet.” Eddie has to shake the thoughts you trigger out of his head before he caves and gives in to what he’s really wanting.

“No..I just like your honest feedback.” 

“Okay okay, what is this out of season culinary delight you’re hoping to improve?”

“I thought the game was you don’t know what I’m feeding you? But its a banana cream pie.

“Oh my god, I love cream pies.” You register what you’ve said milliseconds after the word leave your lips, your eyes snap open to Eddie’s looking ready to bug out of his skull, you hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before he’s doubled over, giggles wracking his body,

“You sicko! You set me up for that!” 

“I did no such thing! Here I am, a humble chef, with a delicious pie that I’ve slaved over and you’re here making it into something filthy!” Eddie clutches at his heart with one hand, “If anything, you’re the sick one!”

The sight of Eddie pretending to be so wounded and mortified just makes you laugh, you manage to choke out an apology and close your eyes once more, though your shoulders still shake with small giggles as Eddie feeds you. 

“Now, is that not the best creampie you’ve ever had?” The pie leaves your mouth in a spray, forced out by your laughter as you slap his arm,

“Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t resist! No violence in the kitchen!!” You glare at him as you wipe your mouth and clean up your mess. 

“So how was it?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you as he clears up the box,

“I don’t know, someone made me spit it out all over your nice clean kitchen!” 

“My bad, here.” He holds up another forkful, and you take it, noticing the way he tenses up as you wrap your lips over the fork. 

“It’s good, really good!” 

“But not creaming in your pants good?” You groan and walk with him to the backdoor, he pauses by the bin to remove the god awful hairnet and unties the bun he’s wound his curls into, you sneak a glance as he shakes out his hair, his eyes are shut so you can really gawk at him, unfortunately your staring is cut short by Eddie’s eyes opening and catching you, smirking as he does so, you speak up hoping to distract him.

“You’re never going to let that one go are you?”

“Fuck no.” Eddie reaches over you to turn the lights off.

You walk together to the carpark and Eddie raises his eyebrow at your usual space being empty,

“Need a ride?”

You shake your head, “No, its okay, I can walk.”

“Get in the van.” Eddie unlocks the passenger side and holds the door open for you,

“Were those the last words your last victim heard?” You climb into the van with as much grace as you can, which is not a lot at the end of a busy shift.

“No, she heard ‘stop making shit jokes about my cooking’.” Eddie winks as he shuts the door, sealing you in.

The rest of the week is early shifts for you, and since Eddie is not about to make a creampie joke in front of the whole kitchen you find yourself missing your ‘work husband’s’ banter. Wednesday the following week is the next time you're closing together, it would have been Saturday but you did a couple of swaps with other staff. Wednesday’s are usually quiet, even during the holidays, so you manage to close the front of house in record time, and Eddie manages a similar feat in the kitchen, he's waiting for you when you step in, you can tell by the way he straightens up against the counter he was slouching against.

“I made some tweaks, care to review?” Eddie produces a slice of pie from the fridge and you nod, letting him feed you again, only you can’t help the giggles that shake your shoulders as you taste the food,

“For God’s sake, stop thinking about creampies you deviant! Think, what’s different?” 

You focus, its definitely different, maybe even better and as much as you don’t want to tease him too much you really can’t place the difference,

“I don’t know Eddie, did you… creampie the cream pie?” You feign horror at this,

“You’re so disgusting.” Eddie’s smiling at you, clearly amused by how he’s got a tweak past you and you can’t place it. You grab the fork from his hand and take another bite, getting cream on your nose in the process.

“Aw, hell.” 

“What?” You attempt, unsuccessfully, to lick the cream from your nose.

“Look at you. Looking all adorable and messy like we’re in a damn romcom.” You blush, dropping your gaze to the floor,

“You think I’m adorable?” Eddie sweeps a finger over your nose to wipe the cream off, placing his finger in his mouth,

“Obviously I think you’re adorable.” You take a step forward, pressing yourself against him and looking at his lips, then back up to his eyes, he swears those doe eyes of yours will break him one day but this time he steps back and smiles a little ruefully,

“You know nothing can happen between us right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your dad.”

“Eddie. I am about to be a college graduate. Do you really think my father has or even wants a say in who I date?”

“But the other guys were sayi-” You cut him off with a wave of your hands

“Yeah those other guys were warned off because I was barely 18 when I started working here, it would have been wildly inappropriate for anything to have happened, also I wasn't interested in any of them, not like you” You pause for a breath, holding your finger up to indicate you’re not done, “Do you think I volunteer for closes every night? I hate the closing shift but hanging out with you makes it almost worth it.”

“You done?” You nod,

“Thank fuck.” Eddie sweeps you up in his arms and presses his lips to yours, pushing you back against a counter, its messy and desperate, your hands quickly yanking that stupid fucking hair net off his head, Eddie’s own hands come to your apron, pulling the loose bow and letting it drop to the floor, his hands travel to your thighs, lifting you onto the counter, he breaks the kiss first but never lets his lips leave your skin for a second, kissing down to your neck,

“I thought you said no asses on counters.” You breathe out as he sinks his teeth into your neck,

“I’ll make an exemption just this once.” He growls out, 

“I hope it’s not just once.” Eddie’s laugh tickles your neck, making you shiver against him, he pulls you closer in response, unbuttoning your shirt and planting kisses to the newly exposed flesh there. You take advantage of his distraction and start palming him over his trousers, but you don’t leave him wanting for long, your hand slips under the waistband and grasps his thick length making him hiss 

“Shit, you’re keen.” 

“I want you, Eddie. I want to taste you, feel you in my mouth.” He’s died. He’s died and gone to heaven. That’s the only explanation for what is happening right now. He nods wordlessly and helps you to push his chequered trousers and boxers down.

You’d felt it with your hand but seeing the way your hand can barely wrap around Eddie’s cock makes your jaw drop slightly, you push him back so you can slide off the counter and drop to your knees before him, you run your tongue in a slow stripe from the base off him before lapping up the precum leaking from his tip, never breaking eye contact with him, you have him clutching at the counter behind him, weak from the lightest touch. He’s a goner when you wrap your lips around him, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth without so much as a break for a breath, when your lips kiss the skin at the base of his cock he’s sweating, practically convulsing as he fights the urge to fuck your pretty throat, he doesn’t have to fight the urge for long, as you start bobbing your head, pulling back only to suck him back in, making him whimper as he wraps your ponytail around his hand, to give himself even a semblance of control.

“Shit.. how the fuck are you taking so much of it?” Eddie’s cock twitches in your thoat and tears prick at your eyes, making your eye make up run, you withdraw slowly, keeping your tongue pressed firmly to him until you release him with a lewd pop.

“Pretty sure I was taking all of it, big boy.” Eddie’s panting but he scoops you up off the floor, leaning you against the counter as he undoes your zipper, pulling your trousers and underwear down in one deft move, before he turns you around and pushes you to bend at the waist over the counter, you’re expecting him to fill you with his aching cock, and spread your legs in anticipation, but when his wet tongue licks a path from your clit to your soaked entrance, and carries on to your other tight hole you can’t help but yelp in surprise,

“You good?” Eddie comes away from your body,

“Yes, so fucking good.” Eddie’s big hands massage at your ass cheeks as he returns to his long licks that make your thighs shake, you whine as his mouth comes away from you but the whine quickly becomes a long drawn at moan as you feel his fingers slipping into your soaked cunt, stretching you out with a delicious sting, as you adjust Eddie starts to work his tongue around your tight ass hole, the sensation entirely new to you, but fucking blissful. 

Eddie’s messy as he alternates between eating your ass and pussy, drool and your slick running down his chin and your thighs, one hand still knuckle deep inside you, rubbing your g-spot and the other hand digging into the soft flesh of your ass. His groans create vibrations that increase your pleasure, making you whine and cry out, your words have long since ceased to make sense, its not just cries of his name, begging him not to stop. And he doesn’t, not until your thighs are shaking, walls fluttering around his fingers, and you’re practically sobbing as your orgasm knocks the air from your lungs. You feel him stand up behind you and stroke your back softly, an almost jarring change of pace, you turn your head to look at him,

“Okay so no pressure, but I don’t as a rule bring condoms to work.” There’s an apologetic smile, as if that’s going to stop you,

“So?”

A devious smile on his lips, “You want to take me raw? Bad girl.” He’s already rubbing the head of his cock through your slick, making you gasp anytime he brushes past your clit,

“Eddie, please, fuck me.” 

“Since you asked so politely.” He sheathes himself inside you in one fluid motion that has your back arching, he gives you a moment to adjust before his hips are slapping against your ass, grunting as he feels the vice like grip of your walls around him,

“You’re so fucking tight, and so fucking wet.” Eddie purrs as he slams into you faster, relishing in the way your body grips him, and the wet sounds produced by every thrust.

“Feels so good, Eddie, so, so, so good.” Your voice trembles as you try to speak, words coming out in time with every relentless thrust of Eddie’s cock into you. You can feel Eddie’s balls smacking stickily against your clit, making you tremble at the stimulation, Eddie himself struggling to hold back his own orgasm as he feels your slick running down his balls.

“Eddie, Eddie, ‘m gonna cum.” Music to his ears, he keeps his pace, relentless and well-timed until he has you coming undone beneath him, curse words flying from your bitten lips, walls holding him inside you, whole body shivering as the pleasure washes over you. 

“Good girl.” He soothes you, letting his thrusts still until you’re relaxed around him, “Does this good girl want a pussy full of my cum as a reward for being so good for me?” You nod, barely able to lift your head from the pool of drool on the counter top. 

“Think you can manage words?” Eddie is thrusting into you slowly, keeping himself under control,

“Want your creampie Eddie.” Eddie laughs at your weak voice making a joke and pulls almost out, until just the tip of his cock remains inside you before he slams back in, knocking you breathless for a moment, he keeps up this brutal pace, relishing in your moans and the way your hands search for purchase on the counter top, until he’s emptying himself into you, becoming lightheaded. Eddie stays inside you for a few minutes, letting you both catch your breath. Eventually you straighten up, turning to Eddie, who looks fucked out in the most beautiful way, cheeks flushed, hair barely held in the bun he had tied his hair into, bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“How was that?” He asks with a cheeky grin as you pull your clothes back on quickly, 

“5 stars. Shame about all the health code violations we just committed.” Eddie shrugs,

“Well worth it.” You have to agree with him there, you wait for him to pull his own clothes back on and pull him down to you to kiss him, there’s no lessening of the desire in it, in fact, the desperation of his kiss feels more intense, like he could go again in 10 minutes. Eddie breaks the kiss first, a dopey grin on his face,

“Okay, you can wipe the counter, I’ve got the floor.” You pout,

“Don’t look at me like that, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can go back to my place and do that all over again.” You nod, struck a little dumb that he could be ready to go again in such a short amount of time.

“It's real vanilla pods instead of extract, by the way. The pie.”