I Don’t Know What Those Stains Are…

Everyone in the posh gated community of Forest Hills knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane.

The house was beautiful, as were all the houses in the upper-crust neighborhood- but the house wasn’t what people paid attention to.

Every housewife in the neighborhood knew that if they were lucky and timed their morning jog just right, they’d catch a glimpse of the toned, inked-up adonis who lived there while he shirtlessly mowed his lush green lawn. 

You might not have done much speaking with the housewives in your parents’ neighborhood, but you knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane- you had a perfect view of its front lawn from your lounge chair by the pool in your parents’ backyard. Luckily for you, all that separated your backyard from 1405 was a short wrought iron fence and a narrow stretch of road.

You didn’t mind living with your parents during the summers you spent home from college; they gave you plenty of freedom and while they were at work during the day, you got to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and soaking up the sun.  

As well as soaking up the view of the way that same sunlight glinted off Mr. 1405’s sweaty, ink-riddled skin. 

You didn’t speak to him- what would you even say? “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, my favorite part of the day is guessing what your tattoos mean.”? Or maybe, “Hey there neighbor, mind if I count the freckles on your shoulders? It’s for science.”

Eventually, the inevitable happened- he caught you staring. 

He didn’t make it awkward, though. In fact, from the way he simply smiled and waved at you, you wondered if he thought your eyes meeting him had just been a coincidence, and you hadn’t been ogling him for the past thirty minutes and some change. You’d smiled back, thankful for your huge sunglasses that hid the way your eyes had widened under his attention, and waved in return. 

An even bigger surprise had been that he spoke to you this time. 

“That book any good?” 

His voice, heavy with labored breathing under the exhaustion from finishing up his lawn work, had caught you completely off guard. You’d laughed nervously, sticking your bookmark between the pages and pushing yourself up from your face-down position on the flattened lounge chair. 

“Oh! Ah-ha, uhm, yeah!” you shifted your weight back until you were sitting on spread knees and looking up at the source of the voice. On the other side of your parents’ fence stood Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, sweaty and slightly sunburned on the tops of his shoulders. His curly brown hair had been piled into a messy knot atop his head, and you took note of the details that you hadn’t noticed from far away- a smattering of silver studs that decorated his ears, along with one on his nose. Five o’clock shadow that dusted his jawline. A more detailed view of his tattoos, some of which looked older than others but all of which looked very, very sexy on this man who had so much sex appeal already. 

The crinkling of his plastic water bottle as he squeezed about half of it into his mouth filled the silence between you. After a loud gulp he piped up again.

“What’s it about?”

Your brow wrinkled confusedly before you remembered that he had just asked you about your book. “Oh!” you replied dumbly, looking down at the book as if you had completely forgotten that books even existed- looking at him had taken up your entire mental capacity, apparently. “It’s, uh, it’s a memoir! It’s this cool old lady’s life story, she does not hold back, so the narration is pretty hilarious a lot of the time.”

The inked-up Greek god smiled and nodded, eyebrows raising in interest. “That does sound good.” he mused, and his voice took on a slyer tone when he added, “What’s your definition of old, like thirty-five?” He chuckled as if he’d just told a funny joke, but your smile had all but fallen from your face. 

“That’s not old,” you replied, not taking the joke, “This author was in her late seventies when she published this book, but even with that being said, this book is just told through such a youthful spirit- it’s easy to forget how old the author is when looking at her words.” You gripped the paperback a little tighter in your sweaty hands. “Plus, old people definitely don’t have the energy to mow their own lawns, and I have a feeling you’re not thirty-five.” 

That seemed to catch him off-guard. A surprised laugh escaped him, exploding from his lips before they formed an intrigued grin and his arms crossed over his tattooed chest. 

“Oh yeah? How old do I look, then?”

You grinned back, making a show of removing your sunglasses so that you could peer at him with greater focus. “Hmmmmmm…thirty-six?” 

Another laugh, this one heartier than the last. “You flatter me, sweetheart.” 

God, his voice is like brown sugar.

You tried again. “Forty, then.”

“Older.”

“No way.”

His grin became a smirk. “Are you patronizing me right now?”

You threw up a girl scout salute. “Scout’s honor, I would never.” 

He chuckled. “Well, girl scout, I’ll be forty-five next month.”

“I’ll be sure to warn my parents about the rager you’ll be throwing.”

He peered up at your house behind you, like he just now noticed its- and your parents’- existence. “Nah,” he said, “No ragers for me, that ship sailed when I was your age.”

You smiled sweetly, placing your sunglasses atop your head. “At least let me bake you a cake, then, wouldn’t be neighborly to let you have a boring birthday.”

“You’d bake a cake for ‘lil old me, sweetheart?” His tattooed hand splayed over his heart, sweaty and shining in the blaring afternoon sun.

You giggled. You could get used to Mr. 1405 calling you ‘sweetheart’. 

“Sure thing, just tell me what name to write in between ‘happy birthday’ and ‘forever young’.”

A flash of dazzling white teeth replied, “Eddie. Eddie Munson.” 

That was when you rose a step above the housewives of Forest Hills- to them, he was still Mr. 1405, but to you? He was Eddie Munson.

You entertained yourselves with little conversations here and there whenever Eddie worked out on his lawn. You, always in a swimsuit and him, never wearing a shirt. You would ask him about his tattoos- what they symbolized, which ones he’d drawn himself before they were replicated on his flesh. He would ask you about what you were reading- it was always changing. Sometimes nonfiction, sometimes romance, fantasy, lit fic… he seemed impressed by your insatiable reading habits. 

One day, however, he’d been particularly interested in a book whose cover bore a bare-chested  gentleman and particularly busty woman in a corset. 

“What’s today’s read, girl scout?” Eddie had greeted you with a nod toward the obviously risque reading material and a knowing smirk as he let his arms dangle over the black bars of your fence. 

You looked up, glowing from the sweat that’s gathered on your dewy summer skin and smiled tightly. “Oh, just a period romance. Ball gowns, forbidden love, the scandalous touching of hands without gloves on- things like that.”

“From the looks of that cover, I don’t think their hands are the only naked body parts touching in that story.” 

You laughed, glancing at the cover as Eddie waggled his eyebrows. “You’re probably right, but who knows? I’m only on the second chapter. I’ll keep you posted though.” you punctuated that last part with a wink. 

“Oh please do, princess,” Eddie said with a wolfish grin. “I love a good smutty romance novel.” 

You gawked. “No way you read this shit, you’re bluffing.”

Eddie raised a hand as if swearing on a bible. “Scout’s honor.” he said, mimicking your swear from the day you’d met. 

You shook your head, smiling ear to ear. “You must be the first man I’ve met who openly admits to reading smut, and I respect that.”

Eddie shrugged. “Easiest way to know what women want- they’re literally writing me an instruction manual. It’d be stupid not to read them.”

You bit your bottom lip before you could stop yourself, making a mental note of that little tidbit of information. “And you enjoy them?”

“It’s porn, sweetheart,” he said, gazing at you incredulously. “Who wouldn’t enjoy it?”

“It’s porn with a plot.”

“I’m a sucker for a good plot, especially if the plot involves sucking.”

You barked out a laugh. “And one could also argue that it’s more emotional porn than physical.”

“Are you insinuating that I don’t have a heart? Because I’ve got one, princess, and it bleeds, it yearns-”

Eddie pantomimed grasping at his own heart in his chest, putting on a fucking one-man show as he hung onto the fence for dear life as if his heart were truly bleeding out. You laughed- that was something that seemed to happen more when Eddie was around- you laughed more than usual, so much that you found your cheeks aching whenever he walked away. 

This time, something else ached as you watched him return to his lawn. As you continued to read, you were acutely aware of the heat between your thighs, the wetness that accumulated as you pictured corseted girls and muscled viscounts making eyes at each other across a sea of dancing courtiers. You imagined yourself, cornered in a rich rose garden bathed in moonlight, struggling to stifle your moans as a man in a tailcoat left a mark on your neck. You felt his hand hiking up your layers of petticoats until it reached your thigh, the only thing separating skin from skin being the white fabric of his gloves. You pictured his eyes, brown and bottomless as he moaned at the feeling of your hands tangled and tugging on his soft brown curls-

Uh oh. 

You took a deep breath, bookmarked your page, and slipped into the cold water of the pool. You sincerely hoped that Eddie hadn’t been serious about an update on the smut in your novel; you didn’t exactly want to let slip that at some point, you’d stopped picturing the viscount and started picturing him. 

But would he mind? Would he be upset to know that you’d pictured his hands on you, his lips on your pulse, your fingers in his hair? 

You weren’t sure he would. 

In fact, you had a feeling he might actually picture you in situations that weren’t too different. After all, you weren’t blind- you’d noticed the way his eyes would flit down from your face when the two of you were talking. He didn’t seem to put much effort into hiding his once-overs, his raking gaze that seemed more than pleased by the way your swimsuits hugged your curves, pulled your cleavage together, cut higher on your hip than your shorts ever would. Whenever you pulled yourself up from lying on your stomach, you’d seen how his eyes followed your ass hungrily as it left his line of sight. 

That was the moment that you realized- Eddie Munson, more than likely, wanted to fuck you. 

And you definitely wanted to fuck him. 

So the next time he came over to see you after mowing his lawn, you offered him a beer. 

“I’m already halfway through mine,” you said, leaning back to give him a full view of the way the sweat on your breasts shone in the hot sun. “don’t make me day drink alone.”

A salacious grin curled on his plush pink lips. “I could be tempted,” Eddie peered at the cooler beside you. “What are you drinking, sweetheart?”

You opened the cooler so that he could see the six pack of light lagers in shiny green bottles. Eddie wrinkled his nose distastefully. “Alright, young padawan,” he sighed, unlatching the gate to your backyard. “It’s time you learned your first lesson from Master Munson.” He didn’t enter the backyard, simply opened the gate and waited for you to join him outside your parents’ property. 

You quirked an eyebrow; this was new territory. That wrought iron fence had always served as a sort of barrier between the two of you, never occupying the same space and keeping each other at arm’s length- flirty banter, but with boundaries. 

Now, you smiled shrewdly as you slipped on your flip flops and crossed the threshold into Eddie’s space, following him across the narrow street to his driveway.

“Oh so I’m your student now, Master?” you quipped, launching him into a dark chuckle and a shake of his curls. 

“Christ,” he cursed under his breath low enough that he probably thought you hadn’t heard- but you did. “Well, your college friends are obviously shitty teachers if your drink of choice is a basic ass bottle you can grab at the goddamn gas station.” 

You scoffed, “Oh, what- are you trying to say you’re one of those pretentious beer snobs who only drinks micro-brewed IPA’s named after bad puns?”

Eddie laughed out loud, smiling ear to ear at you over his shoulder. “Oh that’s exactly what I am, princess!” The harsh sunlight finally relented as the two of you crossed into Eddie’s garage, and you followed him in a beeline to the old refrigerator in the corner opposite from his impressive-looking toolbench. 

You nearly moaned with relief when the cool air from the fridge hit you as Eddie opened the door and grabbed a couple of unmarked silver cans from the middle shelf. You eyed them cautiously, which Eddie saw and snorted at when he saw your expression. “Not poisoning you, sweetheart, no need to worry.” He opened a door beside the fridge that you guessed- judging by what you could see past the doorway- led to his kitchen. “A friend of mine is a home-brewer, he gives these to me and the guys for free. Way better than any cookie-cutter shit you’ll find at a college party.” He held the door open for you, nodding his head toward the doorway. “You coming inside? It’s hot as hell out here.”

You hadn’t expected him to invite you into his home; it occurred to you suddenly that you were still only wearing your swimsuit. Smiling shyly, you stepped through the doorway, the chill of the air conditioning rolling goosebumps over your damp skin. Eddie stepped into the kitchen and immediately began opening the cans, handing one to you. 

You eyed the can cautiously, raising an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know what I’m about to drink?’ 

He smiled mischievously, inclining his head toward you as he held his can aloft. “First lesson, padawan- trust your master.” He tilted the can in your direction, to which you sighed and tapped your can to his. 

Your eyes widened in surprise when the cold, bubbly liquid hit your lips. It wasn’t anything like you were expecting- instead of the tepid wheaty taste that you were used to. At first the drink was tart, but after a second it faded into a fruity dryness that reminded you of white wine. Its  flavor was so light that you couldn’t even tell you were drinking beer.

“This is beer?” 

Eddie chuckled. “Technically it’s a sour, but yes- it’s a type of beer. Dustin said it was a champagne sour, so if you like wine then hopefully this’d be up your alley.” 

You smiled as you took your second sip. “I do like wine.” you murmured, testing the flavors on your tongue. “Like this, too. Your friend ever think about selling what he brews?”

“Dustin?” Eddie asked, laughing as if the question were something funny. “Oh I have no doubt he’ll try to sell it one day, but he’s not going to even think about it until he knows he’s perfected his recipe.”

As you took another sip of the cold drink, you felt another wave of goosebumps run through you. Coincidentally, this was the moment that Eddie fell perfectly silent. You peered over your can- his eyes were fixed on your chest. You became acutely aware that the goosebumps had resulted in your nipples growing so hard, you thought if something-anything- were to accidentally brush against them, you might moan from the sensitivity. 

Stifling a smirk, you shivered and hugged your upper arms. “Brrrrr it’s cold in here!” you said coyly, “I guess my body temperature got a little too used to the heat.” 

Eddie’s chest heaved slightly at the way your tits bounced and squeezed together when you shivered. He cleared his throat, looking down at the beer can in his hand for a moment. “I’ve got a hot tub, you know,” He spoke up, peering at you to gauge your reaction. “Downstairs. You’re welcome to it.”

You took another sip. “Only if you join me.”

His dark eyes snapped up to yours, lips curling up at one corner. “Yes ma’am.” he said, his voice lowered an octave and a bit huskier than before. You held his eye contact, mirroring his lopsided grin with a charged, heavy-lidded gaze. 

Eddie led you to a staircase down the hall and said he’d be right back with a towel for you after he changed into swim trunks. 

“Aw, no speedo?” you smirked. Eddie appeared unphased. “Mental note,” he murmured to himself, “the princess is eager to see my thighs.”

You giggled, “There might be more tattoos there I haven’t seen yet,” you countered, “How am I supposed to keep figuring you out if I don’t know the meaning of each and every one?” 

Eddie placed his forearm above your head on the wall, leaning into it until he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your hairline. “You know, you seem to spend a lot of time staring at my body, kid-” You bristled at his blatant omission of the nicknames you liked. “-I’m starting to feel objectified.” 

You forced the smile from your face, looking up at him defiantly. “I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Munson,” you replied, “-and I’m not a ‘kid’.”

His position didn’t change as his eyes raked over your nearly naked body, drifting from your eyes to your lips and catching on your cleavage. “Don’t I know it, sweetheart.” he whispered, before pushing off the wall. “Hot tub’s already heated, just push off the cover and hit the green button. I’ll be down in a sec.”

And then he was walking down the hall to what you could only assume was his bedroom. For a moment, you thought about following him… but if you were honest with yourself, you were actually pretty curious about this hot tub. So down the stairs you went, carrying a silver can of sour in each hand.

Eddie’s basement was cozy, but he had utilized the space to its full potential. The majority had been filled with workout equipment to create a home gym, the walls lined with floor to ceiling mirrors that created the illusion of a larger space than it actually was. Sitting on stylish wooden slats was the hot tub, topped with a brown leather cover. To the right of the hot tub was a door with a small window that was just at your eye level. Upon closer inspection… yep, that was a sauna. Eddie had a sauna. 

Shaking your head in disbelief, you made a mental note to ask Eddie what he did for a living- as far as you could tell, he was the only one who lived here. How did a single guy in his forties have so much money to burn? 

Placing yours and Eddie’s drinks down on a nearby surface, you removed the cover from the hot tub and pressed the green button as Eddie had instructed, and settled into the hot, bubbling water. God, it was relaxing. Just then, you heard footsteps descending the stairs.

Eddie appeared, his hair let down from his normal messy bun so that it fell in dark chocolate curls that cascaded over his shoulders. His swim trunks, simple and black with little white skulls lining the cuffs above his knees, hugged his thighs in a way that made you salivate. Tattoos you'd become all too familiar with danced across his skin, and you suddenly felt the need to taste them.  

Eddie smirked when he saw you getting an eyeful without even trying to hide it. “How’s the water?”

You hummed, relaxing further into jets against your back. “Sooooooo nice.” You sighed. 

Eddie climbed into the hot tub to join you, making you squeal as he practically fell into the water, splashing you as he submerged his head just enough to wet his hair and shake it out like a golden retriever.

You giggled, doing your best to ensure that your hair wasn’t wet enough to make you look like a wet rat. “I’m starting to think you’re a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged man.” 

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, tattooed arms stretching out over the edges of the tub as he relaxed into the seat across from you. “Hey now,” he said, voice laced with warning. “Careful with the term middle-aged there, kiddo.”

You matched his gaze, challenging. “Kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gaze was heavy, cocky as he looked down his nose at you. “Practically a baby.”

You grinned. “That one, I don’t mind.”

Eddie’s smile grew in tandem. “Oh, she likes to be ‘baby’, but not ‘kiddo’, huh?”

You leaned back into the water, looking up at the ceiling with a smug smile on your lips. “That’s right, grandpa.”

Suddenly, you felt a tug on your ankle and you were underwater. You emerged, spitting chlorine out of your mouth, struggling to force it from your nose as Eddie’s cackling rang in your ears. You gasped, sputtering in shock as you tried to catch your breath. 

“You are a child!” you squealed as he tugged your ankle again- you hadn’t noticed his hold still grasping tightly- not forceful enough to bring you back under the surface but enough to remind you that he could.

“So not a grandpa, then?” Eddie teased, stroking the curve of your ankle with his thumb. 

You gritted your teeth together, strategizing. “No, that would be too kind. You’ve got the maturity of a teenager. Luckily for me-” 

Using Eddie’s grip on your ankle as leverage, you forcefully pulled yourself forward by your leg and launched yourself right into his lap, bending your knees so that a second later, you were straddling him. 

You watched triumphantly as Eddie’s eyes widened, looking up at you with breath that hitched in his throat as you finished your sentence. 

“-I know how boys like you think.”

The humor between the two of you dissipated in that instant, Eddie’s eyes blown wide and dark as he watched the way the water in your hair dripped down your neck and between your breasts, which were now inches from his face. If he leaned forward, he could catch that bead of water with his tongue. If he reached up, he could hold your tits in his hands, test their weight. Press them up, squish them together, squeeze…

You felt him growing hard beneath you, and smirked triumphantly. “See?” You said smugly, grinding against him teasingly. “Right on schedule.”

Eddie chuckled, his breathing strained as he shook his head exasperatedly. “Got me all figured out, do you princess?” 

You nodded, finding your rhythm as you continued to grind against his hardening cock through his swim trunks. “I think I’m starting to.”

You shivered despite the warmth as Eddie trailed his hand from your ankle up your leg, your hip, your waist…finally resting at the apex of your sternum to splay across your neck. You hadn’t been expecting that- you faltered, breath hitching as he tested out a gentle squeeze and hummed to himself.

“Mmmmm…” He looked you over with passive attention, taking account of the way your eyes widened and your pulse quickened under his thumb. “...you know, I’m starting to figure you out too.” His other hand cupped your hip, pulling you to sit directly on his erection and holding you in place so you couldn’t grind. “You’re used to getting away with shit you know you shouldn’t do, isn’t that right, baby?” You sighed softly in response, pinned into place by his lust-blown eyes. You balanced on a precipice- on one side, obedience, which you knew would satisfy him. On the other, eventual obedience with a little bit more fight; more of a gamble, but you were willing to bet that he would enjoy that best.

“You really thought you could eye-fuck me every damn afternoon,” Eddie said, his hand on your neck moving lower to fondle one of your breasts over your swimsuit. “-and there wouldn’t be consequences?”

You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling under his hand. “I mean…” you drawled, still smiling smugly despite his authoritative tone of voice. “...I was kinda hoping for consequences.” you brought both hands out of the water, gesturing vaguely to the room around you. “I’m here, aren’t I?” 

A second passed before Eddie’s hands suddenly grabbed both of your wrists, forcing them behind your back. You gasped, cheeks hot from the water and the position you were in, straddling his lap with both shoulders shoved back to force your breasts front and center. He saw the look in your eyes and leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“I can get rough sometimes, baby.” he said, voice low and husky. “Tell me it’s too much at any point and I’ll stop, okay?” You nodded, a shy little mm-hm escaping your bitten lips. Eddie crossed your wrists over each other, holding them behind your back with one hand as his newly free one reached up to caress your cheek. 

“Fucking Christ, you’re cute.” he mumbled. “Cute little baby, all alone in her parents’ big house all day, so bored she had to go and be a slut for the neighbor. That right, baby?”

Your eyes were wide and wet, mouth opened in a slight pout as you ground your freed hips on his hard cock once again, whimpering needily. You nodded your head up and down, eager to hear more filthy words tumble from his lips. 

Eddie wasn’t satisfied with that. A hand came up to grasp your hair at the base of your neck, tugging on it firmly but not painfully to force your head to nod up and down emphatically. “Use your words, baby, say ‘yes, daddy, I was a slut.’”

You gasped, surprised. You’d never called anyone daddy besides your actual father, and you’d certainly never called anyone that in the bedroom- or a hot tub, for that matter. However, his brazen demand that you call him that while you straddled him like this sent rolling waves of pleasure straight to the apex of your thighs. 

“Y-yes… daddy…” You struggled against your instinct to be embarrassed, arching your back against your restrained hands and looking down shyly at your cleavage. “...I was a slut.”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his, wide and obedient. He was smiling at you, beaming with pride and adoration. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling your face to his. “Good girl, baby.” he praised, “I’m gonna kiss you, is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

That earned you a chuckle. “So polite, baby girl, good job.” 

Eddie’s lips felt like the most comforting thing that a person could feel on their skin. His kiss felt like fresh sheets still warm from the dryer. His tongue was like a strawberry that was perfectly ripe, sweet and wet and a rush of relief. He explored you, he learned you, his lips devoured all they could reach and whenever they couldn’t reach, his tongue took over to fill in the blanks. 

As you whimpered and squirmed in his lap, Eddie cooed, “What’s the matter, baby, something wrong with your legs?”

You shook your head, moaning into his mouth. “I need something on my clit, Eddie.”

“Something? You’ll just take anything on that clit baby? Is that what you're saying?”

You panted, straining against his rock hard dick for some kind of friction. He was right, you would take anything. “Yes, please touch me, Eddie.”

He made no move to do so, only looking at you pointedly with his eyebrows raised. When you realized your mistake, you corrected, “Please touch me, daddy.”

He smiled smugly, a cat watching a mouse. “Good girl,” he praised, “but I’m not sure you’ve earned that.” 

Your face fell, eyes going wide as your lips formed a full-on pout. “But-” you began to stutter, but Eddie wasn’t finished. 

He let go of you, pushing you gently off you and guiding you under the water to one of the seats in the corner of the tub. The jets coming off it were strong, nearly too much on your back as you turned to sit, but Eddie stopped you before you could settle into the seat. 

“Princess, I want you to keep your knees open and ride your pussy on that jet stream until you cum.” 

Your jaw dropped open. Whipping your chin over your shoulder to look at him in his seat opposite you, you stared and waited for him to specify or maybe apologize for misspeaking- there’s no way you heard him right. But then he repeated himself, and you realized that yes, you had. 

“Press your pussy up against that jet stream under the water, and make yourself cum. Don’t use your hands. Don’t rush. I want you to fall apart in my hot tub, and I’m going to stroke my dick while I watch you do it. That okay, sweetheart?”

You were learning a lot of new information about your neighbor today. 

You smiled devilishly over your shoulder at him, taking in the sight of him lounging in the opposite corner of the tub as he took in the sight of you. “You’re a kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?” 

Eddie reached across the tub and wound an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss. “Yeah, I am.” he murmured into your lips before pushing you back toward the jets. “Now make yourself cum, I want you tight.”

He laughed at the pathetic little whimper that you let slip involuntarily as you situated yourself against the jet stream. You balanced your weight on your knees, spreading your legs enough to open your pussy further inside your swimsuit. Once the pulsing stream of water made contact with your clit, your automatic impulse was to flinch away; the stream was strong, almost too strong. However, with a little shifting and repositioning, you eventually found an angle that pulled a moan from your mouth that sounded almost pornographic.

“That’s it, baby girl,” you heard Eddie’s rough voice behind you, and you couldn’t help but sneak a peak over your shoulder at him. Eddie sat with legs spread open and one arm slung over the lip of the tub, his other hand palming the erection you knew was only growing harder over his swim trunks. This told you he was a patient man, a man who liked to be teased a little before taking what he wanted. A man who liked to play with his food before he ate it. 

You could play, too.

You pulled your eyebrows together, pouting your lips the way you’d seen him react to earlier. “Am I doing it right for you, daddy?” You moved your hips up and down against the jet, putting on a little show for him.

Eddie raised a brow, amused. “I don’t think I can answer that question for you, sweetheart.” he said, sighing heavily with pleasure as he tilted his head this way and that to take you in from every angle. “Don’t worry about me, baby, just make yourself feel good.” 

You smiled shyly, nodding in response and turning your attention back to the jets. You maneuvered your hips against them, grinding on the strong jetstream as it hit your clit at angles that you didn’t even know existed. You lost yourself in the sensation, letting your eyes fall closed and humming little sounds to yourself as your heart rate picked up, that familiar pleasure bubbling up in your lower belly  as your movements grew faster and more desperate. 

Eager to see if Eddie was enjoying himself as much as you were, you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. What you saw was breathtaking- Eddie, his wet curls clinging to his dewy skin, muscles flexing under his tattoos as he fisted his cock underwater. You couldn’t see it clearly due to the raging bubbles, but the flesh-colored underwater blur was enough for you to know exactly what he was doing. You had known he would jack off to you- he’d outright told you he planned to- but seeing it was enough to turn you on so much that it became the thing that pushed you over the edge.

“Daddy, I’m cumming!” 

You moaned, mouth hanging open as you rode out your orgasm against the harsh stream of the jets, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the physical feeling and the intense eye contact that you held with Eddie the entire time as your body gyrated and spasmed. He watched you with hungry eyes, lapping up the scene in its entirety and committing every second to memory. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl, keep fucking that jet, baby.”

You whimpered, hips jerking away from the stream as it hit your clit at an angle that was a little too intense, and your limp, still-needy body floated over to Eddie. He chuckled, still stroking his cock lightly in the warm water. “Aw, I’m sorry baby, was that too much?”

You shook your head, still eager for him- he’d barely even touched you, and yet you were so desperate for this man. “No, I can take more.”

His eyes had a darkness to them that made your breath hitch. “How much can you take, sweetheart?” 

You moved to straddle your knees on either side of one of his thighs, not close enough to grind against his cock, but certainly in a perfect position to rub your pussy along his leg, teasing him. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, daddy.”

A low groan sounded from deep in Eddie’s chest. “You might regret saying that one, babe.”

You couldn’t resist matching his warning with a challenge. “Bring it on.” you said sweetly, and it incited a little chuckle in him. He reached back and pressed a button on the hot tub, causing all of the bubbles to stop. 

“Get out, dry off.” he said, nodding to the neatly folded towels he’d placed beside the hot tub. “You look like you could use a shower.”

You stayed put, confused. “You… but…”

He cut you off, cupping his wet hands against your face. You could feel the pads of his fingers on your cheeks, wrinkled from prolonged time under the water’s surface. “Sorry, sweetheart, I forgot you don’t like following instructions unless you know you’re getting something out of it.” You scoffed at his condescending tone, but all he did was smile. “What I meant to say was- get out. Dry off. I’m going to fuck you in my shower. Mmkay?”

Your eyes widened, excited by his words and elated by a strange submissive, post-orgasmic euphoria. “Okay.” you replied, but when you saw his testy look in response you quickly amended, “Okay daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The two of you dried off before heading back upstairs. Eddie let you down the hall to his bedroom, which you were sure was filled with so many interesting mementos on the walls that you were sure it would take you hours to study all of it. The first thing to catch your eye was the golden record, framed and mounted beside his dresser. When Eddie saw you looking at it, he supplied an answer without waiting for you to ask. 

“Ever heard of a band called Corroded Coffin?”

You searched your brain but came up empty. “No, I don’t think I have.”

Eddie chuckled to himself, like you’d just participated in a joke you weren’t in on. “Most people haven’t. But I bet you’ve heard the song Upside Down on the radio, yeah?” He hummed a couple bars of the chorus, which you recognized instantly. 

“Oh yeah! I love that song!”

Eddie grinned. “‘Preciate it, babe.”

Shocked, you glanced up at the record and back to him. “Wait, you wrote that song?”

He shrugged as if to brush it off, but you could tell he was proud. “It was a group effort, my band and I wrote and recorded it together. After that, though, when the offers for record deals and tours and shit started pouring in, it became clear to most of the band members that this wasn’t what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives- band broke up on good terms, we just had some differences when it came to future plans.” He reached up and stroked the frame affectionately with his thumb. “But one-hit-wonder money was still enough to get my name out there, make some smart investments. I’m a music producer now.”

So that’s how he made all this money. The big empty house made sense now. “That’s pretty cool, actually.” you said, smiling at Eddie. You relished the sensation of his hands as they slid around your waist. 

“You wanna see something even cooler?” 

Before you could answer, Eddie was scooping you up into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed, laughing as his palm hit your ass cheek with a loud smack! He carried you into his bathroom, placing you on his vanity counter before kissing the laughing smile right off your face. You felt his hands as they worked your bathing suit off you, freeing your breasts from the confines of the damp fabric. Eddie wasted no time, pulling one of your tits into his hand and encircling your nipple with his mouth, sucking sensually. You moaned, hands fisting into his hair. He only left your skin to turn around and turn on the shower, giving the water a chance to heat up. 

Once the bathroom had sufficiently filled with steam, Eddie picked you up from the counter, pulling your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him greedily, wetly, and hungrily as he walked the two of you into his spacious tiled shower, which was larger than your dorm room closet back at school. 

You relaxed your legs around him in a silent ask for Eddie to put you down, which he obliged. The moment your feet hit the wet tiled floor, you began to sink to your knees until…

You snorted. 

“Why do you still have your swim trunks on?” 

Eddie had taken the time to take off your bathing suit, but you hadn’t even realized that even after carrying you into the shower, he hadn’t even taken a second to undress himself. 

He looked down, noticing this for the first time, same as you. “I, uh… I don’t know. I was-” he flashed you a smirk that was equal parts embarrassed and sexy. “-preoccupied, I guess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you knelt before him, now eye-level with the drawstring of his swim trunks. “Well let me fix that, then.” you said softly, working your delicate fingers into the waistband and pulling his trunks down until they hit the floor. 

God. He was a sight to behold. And you were right, he did have thigh tattoos. They were large, twisting images of hellish creatures, undoubtedly older but still in good shape since- judging by the paleness of the skin they decorated- they probably never saw the light of day. 

You reached up, lightly tracing them as you turned your gaze to his cock. It was at full mast, eager and waiting for your mouth to encircle it and, hopefully, make Eddie moan your name. 

Which he did. 

The way your lips covered the head of his cock, the way your tongue generously licked the shaft under, over, around, the way your hands were warm and welcoming as they lightly played with his balls- all of it made him moan, gasp, groan your name. He called you baby, called you princess, moaned and pulled your hair as he fucked your mouth, and you just about burst into flames when he shoved his cock so far down your throat that you swallowed on it accidentally, pulling a growled “Goddamnit, sweetheart, fuck-” from his lips. 

When he pulled you off his dick by your hair, his eyes were humorless and hungry. He crouched down, leveling your eyes under the hot water from the showerhead. 

“Are you on birth control, sweet girl?” he asked. 

You nodded, “I have an IUD.”

He kissed your forehead firmly, one hand still fisted in your hair. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now I can grab a condom, they’re right over there in the cabinet under my sink.” he continued, nodding vaguely in the sink’s direction. “But baby, I have been fantasizing about the way your pussy’s gonna feel for a long ass time and I hate to ask you this, and you’re allowed to say no, but-”

“Fuck me raw Eddie.” You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. “I fantasize about it too. I think about it every day, I touch myself to you before going to sleep and wake up wishing your cock was the thing waking me up. When I’m lying by the pool reading those stupid smutty novels and some lord is fucking a lady in waiting up against a wall, I can’t focus on it! I can’t because I want it to be you and I want to feel your cock inside me, and I want it to be your cum that drips down my thighs and your lips on my-”

He cut you off there, splaying his free hand on your neck and kissing you until you were laid horizontally on the hot, wet floor. He climbed on top of you, and in a moment your mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock splitting you open from the inside. He didn’t spend a moment waiting for you to adjust to his size or murmuring praises into your ear- he knew you wanted all of him, and you knew he wanted all of you, and that was all you needed. You moaned, you practically screamed, and above all you clutched him for dear life.

“Dirty girl,” Eddie growled into your ear, thrusting into you deep and hard. “Dirty books, dirty mind-” 

He leaned back so that his face was directly above yours and grabbed your cheeks, squeezing to force your mouth open. Your lips parted, and Eddie spat harshly into your mouth before shoving your mouth closed around it. His eyes were feral, wild with lust and dominance. “Swallow.” he commanded, you obeyed in an instant. He felt your throat moving against his hand and smiled deviously. “Dirty mouth, too.”

He picked up his pace, spearing into you at a pace so relentless that you couldn’t even keep track of the noises coming out of your mouth- an incoherent stream of sounds and swear that would have made a sailor blush. He matched your dirty noises with his own, all the while dicking you down into his shower floor as your brain went haywire at the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the bathroom. 

“God, this pussy is so fucking tight,” Eddie groaned, “good girl, cumming so hard for daddy back there. You gonna cum on my cock this time?”

You moaned, “Need something on my clit, daddy.” 

Eddie pecked your lips with his own, and the way it made your heart skip a beat was like a reward. “Good girl, always tell me what you need, okay?”

You nodded, smiling giddily from the sudden subby euphoria. “Okay, daddy.” You made a mental note that kissing Eddie Munson while his cock was inside you gave you your new favorite kind of high.

Eddie reached down and began drawing small, soft circles with his fingertip on your clit. The richly gentle sensation was decadent, pulling deeper, louder moans from you as Eddie continued to fuck you. “Oh I feel you getting tighter, baby girl, that feel good?”

“Yes!” you practically yelled it. 

“Yes what?” He taunted.

“Yes daddy!” you cried, arching your back against the tile. He was fucking you ruthlessly, ravaging you mentally, and the way his dirty words melted into you made your brain go so hazy that you weren’t sure if your vision was clouding or if it was just the steam in the air. 

Your release was growing closer, that heat in your core coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum soon, daddy.” you whined. 

Eddie’s dick hit you in that perfect spot inside over and over, and you leaned your face against his hand as he cupped your cheek affectionately. “Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over daddy’s dick?” You pouted, nodding ‘yes’ in response. Eddie smiled at the way you could be so cute and so filthy at the same time- he fucking loved it. “That’s probably gonna make me cum, sweetheart, you want that? That pussy’s gonna grip my cock so tight that it fills you with cum, huh?”

You were whimpering and pouting and letting the sluttiest little sobs fall from you now. “Yes, daddy, fill me with cum, please!”

“You want me to fill you with cum? Fuck all that cum inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what, sweetheart, gotta tell me whose dick you’re cumming on-”

“Daddy!” you cried, “Daddy’s dick, I’m cumming on daddy’s dick!”

“Fuuuck, yes, cum on daddy’s dick you little slut-”

Eddie’s filthy words tumbled from his lips as your pussy pulsed around him, fluttering walls squeezing him tight from the aching pleasure that shot through you. His cum filled you, and the size of his load reflected just how long it had been since he’d cum into anything that wasn’t his own hand. When he finally pulled out, a stream of both your releases oozed out of your hole and onto the floor. Eddie stared at it, fascinated, and he silently used his finger to catch the milky liquid and push it back into your hole. You whimpered, overly sensitive and puffy, your pussy lips inflamed and screaming, but Eddie was gentle as he sheathed his finger completely inside you, ensuring that his seed stayed exactly where he’d put it in the first place.

He pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling gently. “Hi.” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your temple. 

“Hi.” you giggled, a giant smile stretching out across your face, blissed-out and more than satisfied. 

Eddie stroked your wet hair out of your face, gazing down at you adoringly. “I’m sorry if that was a little… much,” he winced. “I may have gotten carried away, usually I would talk to you to see if that kind of stuff would be okay, but I was just so fired up-”

“Eddie,” you interrupted softly. “I loved it.”

He grinned, grateful and relieved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Eddie pulled you against him, your body fitting itself nicely against his naked chest as water poured over the two of you from above while you sat holding each other on the floor of his shower. He sighed, completely and utterly content. “Yeah.”

***

The rest of the summer days in your parents’ neighborhood went like this: 

Wake up imagining what you and Eddie would do today. Touch yourself when necessary.

Do whatever chores needed doing around the house, sometimes making batches of lemonade for Eddie when you knew he would be working on his lawn that day. 

Lounge by your pool and read a book- this part hadn’t changed. 

Spend the rest of the afternoon at Eddie’s. These afternoons usually consisted of activities like discussing the whatever book you were reading, drinking whatever strange new beer Dustin had come up with, and fucking each other’s brains out. 

The next month, Eddie celebrated his birthday. He didn’t throw a rager (true to his word) but he did have a little get-together. To your surprise, he invited you. 

You got to meet his friends, their kids, their dogs- and see the way Eddie smiled for hours without reprieve when they were around. This whole summer, you’d been figuring this man out bit by bit, but it wasn’t until that night that you truly felt like you knew him. 

You baked him a cake, as promised. Three layers of funfetti sponge, vanilla frosting and decorated with oreo crumbs and rainbow letters that spelled out “Happy birthday, Eddie, forever young”.

He wasn’t this way with the rest of the neighbors. To them, he would always be Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, but with these people? With his friends? He was Eddie Munson. Now, you were included in that group of people who were allowed to know him, and how wonderful he really was. 

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It had been a long day at Hellfire Ink, the tattoo studio that Eddie co-owned with his friend Chrissy. He loved his job, but today had been a long one. Especially with band practice after work. He and his band Corroded Coffin were working on a new song, the video for which they planned to upload on Friday. His band had had mild success in Hawkins, and they had a decent online following. Sometimes people even came from out of town to see them or came into Hellfire Ink to get something from Eddie. He didn’t like to say he had fans because he felt like that sounded too snooty, but he enjoyed what he did and he liked that other people did too.

After a long day like today, though, Eddie was looking forward to going home and relaxing. In fact, relaxing had been on his mind all day. Mostly because his favorite streamer did lives on Mondays, and one of Eddie’s favorite things to do was chill in his bed and watch the omega pleasure himself. The guy was quite possibly the prettiest omega Eddie had ever seen. With his soft, slightly tanned skin peppered with cute little moles and freckles, his fluffy chestnut hair, plush pink lips, and those huge dark eyes. Not to mention the way he sounded when he used his fingers on himself or showed off an outfit or a toy that one of his subscribers had bought for him. He was beautiful. Lovely. And Eddie was low-key obsessed. Ever since he’d stumbled upon the omega’s page a few months ago, he’d been watching his lives religiously. They’d become part of his routine.

So it was safe to say that he was eager to get home and get himself settled in bed with his laptop, logging on just in time for the stream. Eddie smiled as the guy appeared on screen, his sheer presence relaxing the alpha and making him feel happy. God, he really needed to go out and get laid for real. Stop pining over someone he didn’t know that probably lived hundreds of miles away. But alas, as soon as Eve spoke, all thoughts of anything else went out the window. Sometimes his fans called him Evie, or even princess. 

"I'm not gonna tease you too much today", Eve said while stretching his arms up, showing a little belly. "Because I missed you too much. All day just by myself, while you were hard at work." He moved back on the bed and spread his legs to start rubbing himself through his panties. The white fabric began to darken with slick and he whimpered. "But you're home now. And you can take care of me."

This was Eddie’s favorite part of the day, if he was truly honest with himself. Seeing Eve made his.. well.. eve. Ha. But in all seriousness, he’d been thinking about it all day. Was that pathetic? Maybe. Did he care? No. He couldn’t possibly care when the omega looked that good, big brown eyes looking right at the camera and batting those long lashes. And the way he spoke— as if he were talking to just Eddie. How did he manage to do that? Hundreds of people in the chat already— nearing thousands— and he managed to make Eddie feel like he was talking directly to him. The alpha’s eyes flashed when Eve stretched, a sliver of skin showing at his stomach. God, his figure was to die for. Curvy and soft, but still fit and strong, too. With thick thighs and a chest that Eddie wanted to lick. He rid himself of all of his clothes, save for his boxer briefs, and then trailed his hand down until it was resting atop his bulge. He was half hard already, and he pressed the heel of his palm against it as Eve continued to speak in that sultry, but also sweet way of his.

The chat erupted with comments, as expected. Other alphas typing out things like ‘gonna take such good care of you’ and ‘wanna get my fingers in that tight heat’ and ‘get on with it.’ Eddie snorted at them and rolled his eyes. He didn’t usually comment, but when he did, he tried to make it a bit more meaningful than just ‘show hole’. God, some alphas were so classless. But Eve seemed to find the comments amusing, and Eddie found himself stroking his hand lazily over himself as he watched the beautiful omega get situated on his bed and start running his fingers over his white panties.

While Steve's left hand rubbed his cunt, his right hand moved to dip under his shirt, giving a little peek as he touched his chest. His breathing picked up a bit.

"Mmm, yeah, yes. Don't make me wait. I've been thinking about you all day." He pushed his panties to the side just to give a brief glimpse of his wet lips before putting it back. Suddenly impatient, he took his panties off, then leaned back on one arm. His free hand spread his lips, starting to drip with slick. "Please. Don't you wanna put a baby in me?" His index finger began to rub his slit. "I wanna have your pups so bad. Give them to me~" His finger dipped inside, his mic picking up on the wet sounds as he stretched himself open. Steve licked his lips as he saw how much everyone wanted him. He almost wished he were fucking with a live studio audience. He groaned as his hand went faster. "Fuck me, fuck me, show everybody I'm yours."

Eddie’s eyes were wide and glued to the screen as Eve flashed the camera, teasing the audience with his words and the brief glimpse of his wetness. Eddie growled low in his chest, the noise almost involuntary as he let his hand slip underneath his boxer briefs. He’d often imagined what Eve’s scent would be like. Would it be sweet and fruity and floral? Or woodsy and spicy? Or herbal like mint and sage and vanilla? Or perhaps he’d smell like the ocean or a crackling fire or like the earth after a rain. Eddie knew if he was there right now, it would be incredibly strong and probably overwhelming. God, he wanted to know so badly. Wanted to be there with him. Be the one ripping Eve’s panties off and giving his pretty cunt the love it deserved. He licked his lips just thinking about it, mouth watering as his hand circled around his erection and gave it a few slow pulls.

Eddie moaned at Steve’s comment about pups, his hand moving faster. Fuck, that was hot. He could imagine what it would be like to fill the omega full of his seed and make sure it took. To be the one to knock him up. Fuck, it was such a heady thought. And apparently the rest of the audience thought so too as the chat exploded even more, bells and whistles going off with the sound of people sending Eve money and gifts. Eddie paused his self-pleasure for a moment to make his own donation, leaving a little comment as well.

PuppetMaster86: ‘Holy shit, you’re gonna be the death of me, Eve. You’d look so good all pupped, sweetheart. To let the world know you’re taken, and taken care of. You deserve an alpha who spoils you, beautiful. He’d be the luckiest alpha alive. So pretty when you beg for it.’

Steve's fingers slowed down just so he could read PuppetMaster86's comment. He'd never admit out loud to having a favorite, but this person's comments never failed to spur him on. Most left really brief messages. Things that could be read quickly during a chaotic stream. But PuppetMaster86 gave him fantasies, truly responded to what he said. He would have craved them even without the donation. But he appreciated that too. He pulled his fingers out and sucked the slick right off, moaning.

"Tastes so good", he sighed while reaching for one of his toys. A mid-size dildo with a knot. Big enough to satisfy but not too big that he'd be wrecked tomorrow. He brought it to his lips first, kissing the tip, although true to his word from before, he didn't tease for long. Steve brought it down between his legs and notched it to his hole, rolling his hips as he took more and more. He bit his lip and fell back completely against the bed as he pushed it right up to the knot.

"Alphaaa, alpha you feel so good. You're so deep~" He rose back up on one elbow, wanting to keep an eye on the chat. But most of his focus was occupied with fucking himself over and over. It only took a few thrusts for the dildo to get shiny with slick and slip inside easier than before. "I missed your cock so much. Did you miss my cunt?"

Eddie noticed Eve pause to read the comments right at the time he sent his message. And he told himself the omega was reading his. Even if it was silly to think his message wasn’t getting drowned in the hundreds of others. But he didn’t miss the way Eve’s eyes darkened just a bit and he imagined that in was in response to him. This whole thing was fantasy anyway, so why not suspend his disbelief just a little further? Watching Eve’s plush lips wrap around his finger, licking up his own slick, had Eddie’s head spinning. He was glad he lived alone so that no one would hear the loud moan he let out. His hand sped up on himself, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. And when Eve pulled out a knotted toy, Eddie had to squeeze his hand at the base of his dick to stave off his orgasm. The omega sure knew how to tease. And how to look pretty while doing it. Of course he did, he was a professional. But Eddie was just happy to be here to enjoy it. The alpha brought his hand up, licking over his palm to simulate the slickness of what Eve’s tight heat might feel like. He was so wet on camera that it was making his entire pussy glisten and shine with it.

Fuck, Eddie would give everything just to get his mouth on him. Or his dick in him. Anything, really. He let out another little moan as he watched the toy slip into Eve, coming out covered in shiny slick. God, he wasn’t going to last at this rate. But his wet hand on himself felt good. Though not nearly as good as he imagined it would feel to have Eve wrapped around him. Eddie was whining and growling now, bucking his hips up into his hand.

“Yeah, you like feeling how deep I am inside, sweetheart? Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and warm and perfect", he panted out, aware he was talking to no one. But with the way Eve was responding on the screen, it felt like they were talking to each other. Eddie could pretend.

PuppetMaster86: ‘Missed you so much, lovely. Think about you all the time’ he typed out, wanting Eve to know it. Even if he didn’t actually see the comment. Which he probably wouldn’t. But it was true. Eddie did think about him a lot. Looked forward to every day that he streamed, and had even canceled plans before just so that he could go home and watch his favorite creator go live. And okay, maybe it was getting to be a bit much, but Eddie didn’t care. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so into someone before. Certainly none of the people he’d dated in real life had ignited that spark in him the way Eve did. (edited)

Steve couldn't hold himself up anymore and he fell backwards again, obscuring his face but making it so all they could see was between his legs. His hand pushed and pulled while his hips undulated to meet each thrust. Steve was lost in the fantasy he had created. Of an alpha coming home after work and the first thing they'd do is fuck him. He'd say everything he was sure that chat was saying now. How hot he was, how tight his pussy felt, how he wouldn't be allowed to leave until he was knotted and pupped up.

Eddie was getting closer with each passing second, and he could feel the knot start to swell at the base of his cock. He squeezed his hand around it to stave off the orgasm, letting out a soft hiss and at the sensation and tossing his head back against the pillow. He was no stranger to edging himself, and he wanted to wait and come at the same time as Eve. He imagined that’s how it would be in real life. He’d make sure his omega received their pleasure first before letting his own overtake him.

"Aaaah, fuuuuck", Steve groaned as his cunt quivered, squeezing around the dildo and right as he came, he pushed the knot in. He gasped and his back arched off the bed, toes curling while he swirled it around like an alpha getting comfortable while he got filled. Eddie watched intently as Eve finally shoved the knotted toy fully into himself, coming on the spot. It streaked over his tan skin in little pearly drops that made Eddie’s mouth water. Slowly, Steve's body laid back down flat, the only movement coming from his chest as he panted. Then he pulled himself to lie on his side so that the camera could see his face again, cheeks flushed and hair mussed, lips red from being bitten. One of his legs was propped up so that he could stay spread and the base of his toy could be seen.

"I can feel you here", he said, bringing a hand to his lower belly. I'm so full~" Those words and the slight bulge of his lower stomach where the toy was nestled that made Eddie finally pop his knot. Fuck. He came so hard, imagining being so deep inside Eve. Placing a hand over his belly to feel it from the outside. Filling him up as nature intended, and not stopping until he was good and bred. Eddie twitched with the aftershocks and the thoughts of his little fantasy as he slowly came down from the intense orgasm.

Steve wished it were true, that he had an alpha to breed him full of pups. He already had several names in mind. He knew the time to end the stream neared when the comments began to slow and people started to leave. They usually did right after he came, having gotten what they wanted. Eddie stayed on the stream even as the view count drastically went down with people leaving after the show was over. Eddie wanted to spend every last second he could seeing the omega’s pretty face. God, he was down bad.

Sometimes Steve would simulate the real time it'd take for a knot to go down, talking the alpha through it. The boyfriend asmr was a part of it too. But for tonight, he'd keep it short. Carefully, he pulled the toy out and it was glistening with slick.

"I want you to think about me when you go to work tomorrow." Then his fingers gave a dainty wave. "Good night~" Steve blew a kiss and then the stream was over.

PuppetMaster86: ‘Goodnight, sweetheart. Lovely, as always ’ Eddie commented before the stream ended and the screen went blank.

The alpha sat there for a moment, sighing and wishing Eve was really here right now so that they could cuddle. He did enjoy a good cuddle sesh after sex. But alas, it was just Eddie and his hand left, as well as the mess he’d made all over himself. So a few minutes later he got up to take a shower and get himself cleaned up. And if he thought about Eve showering with him, sharing a few afterglow kisses, well.. nobody had to know. 

After Eddie took his shower, he headed to bed, exhausted from the day. He slept like the dead, almost sleeping through his alarm the next morning. But somehow, the notification noise for his Instagram is what woke him up. He often got DMs inquiring about his tattooing appointments, so on the days he worked, he tried to answer those as what he considered part of the job. Plus, he liked engaging with people who were fans of his work— both art and music. And mostly people were nice, so it was usually a pleasant start to his day. This morning, as he opened the app, his day started even more pleasantly, but in a different way. The notification was for a post from Eve McQueen, his current favorite.

Eve made a post that was just a picture of his mouth and his finger put to it like he was shushing someone with a simple caption under it.

Eve McQueen: Got a little surprise coming soon<3

Well, that was certainly intriguing. He wondered what it would be. Eddie thought about it idly as he got up, getting ready for work. Luckily, working at a tattoo shop— and being his own boss— meant he could wear whatever he wanted. So he decided on a cropped band tee that stopped just above the jut of his hips, and some dark jeans with a few rips. Comfortable and fitting for his line of work. He pulled his curls up into a half-bun, a nice little compromise between totally wild and somewhat professional, before he was off to Hellfire Ink.

He picked up some coffees for himself and Chrissy on the way, handing her dirty chai latte to his friend and coworker as soon as he arrived. She flashed him a smile before resuming her work at the front desk as Eddie headed back to his little studio area. When the bell above the door chimed, Eddie heard Chrissy conversing with someone at the front before calling his name. He stood, realizing that it was nine o’ clock, which meant this was probably his first appointment scheduled for the day. Right on time.

But Tommy’s worst fear is being outed, and Steve isn’t sure he cares. Not now that he’s noticed Eddie’s dimpled grin, or the way he talks faster and faster and with his hands when he’s excited about something. Do you know how long it’s been since Steve’s been around someone who let themselves get properly excited about anything beyond who’s dating who or what happened on the court? Which, fine, he gets into that stuff too, but that’s not all he wants to feel engaged in.

He starts getting Eddie’s attention with mild jabs in the hallway—the verbal equivalent of pulling the guy’s pigtails. Nothing particularly cutting, but Eddie’s made his way through most of the popular guys at this point so he zeros in on it like a shark tasting blood in the water. (Maybe he’s bored. Maybe he wants a challenge—Steve likes to think of himself as a challenge. All the girls vying for his attention seem to have the same idea too, judging by how they stop returning his calls after a couple of dates.)

Eddie does his thing: drive-by flirting in the halls, taunting with just enough innuendo to titillate while still retaining plausible deniability. He’s fishing, seeing if Steve will take the bait. And Steve, feeling the thrill of the game in a way he hasn’t in a long time, takes it.

They hook up, and (because Steve knows what to look for) Eddie isn’t even that slick about setting his phone up to record it. He sucks Steve’s soul out through his dick, then looks comically shocked when Steve sits up, says “I’ve never done this before, so feel free to call out any pointers you might have,” and inexpertly but enthusiastically returns the favor.

The next time Steve taunts Eddie in the hallway, Eddie tugs him into the bathroom despite the ring of the tardy bell and lays out his usual terms: cut it out, or the video goes all over social media. But Steve interrupts his spiel to ask, “Did you watch it?”

Eddie’s cheeks start to color. “Well. I mean. To make sure it was obviously you, yeah.”

Steve hums in faux sympathy. “So sometimes you have to do this more than once for it to work? If they’re not recognizable in the video.” Eddie’s jaw drops, and Steve laughs. “Hey man, don’t worry about it. It’s pretty funny, actually. And I had a really good time. Actually, could you send it to me? Or come over again sometime, whatever you’re comfortable with. My parents really aren’t around much, as long as the front porch light is off the coast is clear.”

“… You’re bluffing,” Eddie tries, flustered. Trying for but not really achieving his usual bad boy bravado.

Steve responds by locking the bathroom door, snagging Eddie’s phone from his jacket pocket (the obligatory “I already backed up the file” goes duly ignored), and setting it up to record before putting it back in Eddie’s hand. Then he gets on his knees with a wink and a cheeky “Be sure to get my good side,” before making surprisingly quick work of Eddie’s complicated belt and going gloriously to town.

By lunchtime, Eddie plops down in his usual spot in the cafeteria still feeling shaken to his very core. After blowing him, Steve had persuaded him to unlock his phone so the dude could send himself both videos, and saved his own contact info as “Steve 🍆😜.” In the middle of second period, Steve had texted him an “Eddplant” joke. After third, it had been, “Hey, do you want to hang out sometime? Maybe a movie. Let me know what you like.”

Eddie can’t tell if the game has been turned around on him or if Steve is for real. He doesn’t know if Steve is asking about his preference in movies, associated snacks, or sex. Part of him hopes it’s sex, because Steve is a real quick study. Maybe he should start carrying condoms and lube around, just in case—no, that’s just his horny brain talking.

Or is it?

(It’s not, and Steve thinks it was a genius idea when it pays off later in the week.)

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The very dildo Eddie uses nearly every night to fuck himself dumb…

…while wishing it was Steve's cock inside of him, filling him up completely.

"Eddie?"

Shit.

"Uh, yeah." Eddie clears his throat.

Steve stares at him for approximately six seconds, unblinking. "And it feels…good?"

"Mhm."

Christ.

"Okay." Steve nods slowly, looks between the dildo and Eddie. "Can you show me?"

"What?" Eddie chokes out. "Excuse me?"

"Eddie." Steve whines, uses his dumb fucking puppy dog eyes and pout that always makes Eddie weak in the fucking knees. "I wanna know."

"Steve." Eddie stresses, still stepping forward for some reason. "You know which hole it goes in?"

Steve scoffs. "Yes, Eddie. Clearly."

"And you want me," Eddie points at himself, "to put that," at the dildo, "in your," at Steve, "ass?"

"No." Steve stares Eddie right in the fucking eye and smirks. "I want your dick in my ass."

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title from "sextape" by deftones :)

an: idk just a silly lil goofy fun moment between two guys who are totally not into each other at all

Steve loved big, and Steve loved hard. His heart operated on an all or nothing basis. He never loved anyone in half measures, and when it came to you, this was no exception.

It's funny to think you even ended up with Steve, especially when you think back to that fluffed up pretty boy who wouldn't have even thought to look your way in the school hallways. A boy who was so concerned with his own image that the thought that he would ever be seen with someone like you, someone your size seemed laughable to you.

And now, here he is, naked, in your bed, looking at you like he’s ready to devour every inch of you. A glowing hunger swirling in his honeyed hazel brown eyes. His big hands exploring the expanse of your soft skin, and you couldn’t be more sure that Steve was enamoured with you whole heartedly.

He’s cuddled up to you, his safe and sturdy chest pressed against your back, his explorative hands continue their trail, curving up the sweeping curve of your hips, the squish of a roll under his fingers, and you want to cringe when he brushes against the parts of your body that make you feel insecure, the bits of yourself you try to shrink down and hide away, but then Steve’s gravel-laden morning voice comes from over your shoulder and he says something that changes your whole perspective.

“I love holding you like, my morning isn’t the same when I don’t get to hold my favourite girl in my arms.”

“Steve..” you sigh, feeling shy under his praises.

“What? It’s true.” he continues, placing soft butterfly kisses to the curve of your shoulder. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Steve, come on now, I think maybe you’re being a little dramatic.”

“Does this feel like I’m being dramatic to you, huh?” he husks, pressing his hips forward and sure enough, there’s that thick nudge of his morning wood. His stiff cock grazing against the plump curve of your ass. “Does this feel like I’m just paying you lip-service?”

You want to protest, but Steve’s hands roaming over your body make a very convincing argument as they travel up to cup your breasts. His fingers circle the raised bud of your nipples, coaxing them to perk up even more under his ministrations.

“Lie on your back a minute, Honey, I wanna look at you, properly, I wanna see my beautiful girl.”

You do as he asks, and he carefully pulls at the thin blanket that had previously been covering your naked body. Carefully tugging at the material until it undrapes from your form like he’s unwrapping the most delicate of christmas present. 

“Steveee” you whine, stringing out his name as he takes his time with you.

“Don’t rush me, Honey, I wanna enjoy this. I wanna appreciate you the way I think you deserve to be appreciated.”

Finally he pulls the sheet away from your body and there you are, bared before him, naked as the day you were born, your body fully on display to him. Your hands and arms stretch out over your own body to cover yourself, to cover the bits that you don’t want him to see. 

The jiggle of your soft stomach, the rolls bunching around your waist, the crawling collection of vine-like stretchmarks that pull at your belly, hips, boobs and thighs. 

But there’s no hiding or shying away from his intense eyes. He takes your wrists in his hands and moves them above your head

“Can you be a good girl and keep your hands up for me baby, or do you need me to get one of my ties?” 

You shake your head as you grab a hold of the bars on your bed’s frame, doing exactly as Steve instructed you to.

“Look at you baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.” he whispers as he dives in, starting with laying tender kisses into the crook of your neck before trailing down the column of your throat. The way he kisses your skin is slow, methodical, he’s taking his time with you, making you try to guess his next move, and that excitement makes your heart race.

There’s a warm heat that rises like a flush to your skin as he sings your praises.

“Y’know, when I was a kid..” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips. “I went on a school trip to a museum and I remember there was this sculpture of a woman in one of the galleries and I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my whole life..”

He trails off with this thought, too lost in the divine pleasures of your body to form even the most simple of coherent thoughts. 

He then moves his kisses to the swell of each of your plump breasts, taking the time to strategically suck little love bites into your soft, as of yet unmarked skin, exactly where he knew it would be hidden beneath your bra. A little blossoming bruise that would be a secret for just you and him and nobody else. His tongue slips out from between his pretty pink lips, and swirls around each of your pert nipples, making sure to give each one the same amount of attention before he sucks each nipple into the warm heat of his mouth.

He pulls away from your tits with a wet pop, picking up the loose thread of his thought from before.

“..she had these gorgeous breasts, just like yours. An adorable tummy with all these pretty stretch marks, just like yours..” and, then, as it he was trying to prove his point even further, his huge hands skim down the sides of your body until he’s leaving fingertip indents into the sweeping curve of your hips, “..and perfect fucking hips, just like these…” hands.

“Steve..please..”

“I thought only angels and goddesses got sculptures made of them, and when I laid my eyes on you I finally understood why all those artists wanted to immortalise their beauty in art. Honey, you’re art to me. Your body, your soul, you’re everything to me, and if it takes forever I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if you’ll let me.”

He kisses his way down your body, slower and slower, until his mouth stops at your core. He noses into the thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs, the tip of his strong nose nudging at your clit so nicely. 

If he could suffocate between the plushness of your thighs, Steve would die a happy man. His headstone would read ‘he died doing what he loved most.’ and he means that. 

He licks into your cunt like a man starved. Drinking in each and every inch of you, following the curves and contours of your sweet pussy, knowing all the little things to get you squirming for him. He sucks on your clit whilst he slips a thick finger inside, crooking it up because he knows that’s what drives you wild, and when he feels your fingers winding into the scruff of his hair, tugging on the strands, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Come on, come for me Honey, give it to me…”

And just like that the floodgates burst, and the knot in the pit of your stomach that had been tying tighter and tighter finally snaps as you ride out your orgasm against your boyfriend’s face.

Steve pulls away from you, his lips glistening wet with you as his tongue sweeps across them to taste the essence of you that you left behind.

“You deserve more than this, but darling, I can’t wait another moment without feeling you wrapped around my cock.”

“I’ve been wanting to feel you all night, Steve, please, I just want you.” you plead.

Steve props himself up on his elbows, caging you beneath him as guides his thick cock into inch by inch, his tip, wet with pre-cum bumps against your clit, smearing a sticky trail over your entrance as his cock stretches you to fit himself snuggly inside you.

He takes a shallow, steadying breath, muttering a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath like it was a feat of human achievement that he didn’t cum as soon as he slid himself into you. His eyebrows drew together, focussed willpower etching itself on his pretty face.

“I love you so much, Honey, my beautiful girl…” he whispers softly as he leans down to peck your lips in a sweet kiss as his hips begin rolling into you. Drawing back until only his tip remains and thrusting forward to fill you to the hilt, sheathing himself home into you like it’s the place that he belongs.

It just feels so fucking good. Steve’s giving you all he’s got as he barrels himself into you. He’s angled his hips in just the right ways to have his slick cock hitting just where you need him most. Right the only thing you could focus on, the only thing you could think about was Steve, Steve, Steve.  

“So fucking perfect..I swear I never loved anyone the way I love you…”

He snakes his finger between your closely pressed bodies, thrumming quick little circles around your clit and it’s enough to have you clenching your fingertips into the corded muscles of his bicep as he pulls another shattering orgasm out of you. Moaning and gasping for him as the pleasure waves through your body.

Shuddering through your high, Steve talks you through it, muttering honey-drenched words as he watches you fall apart on his cock.

“That’s it Honey..I just want you to feel good…it’s just me and you…I’m here for you no matter what, I’ve got you…”

And it’s the sight of you, breathless and pliant, eyes fluttering to stay open, and your pouted lips parted in a soft moan that does him in. It’s you, it’s always you, that makes him feel like this, and once, twice, a final thrust and he’s pushing forward to spill his spend into you.

His kisses don’t stop, sloppily laying his lips on yours like he can barely stand to go one moment without his lips on yours. Kissing you like you were his one and only life source. 

“I love you so much, Honey, every last bit of you, and I’ll go the rest of my life trying my best to make sure you’re never in doubt of that, okay?” he reassures with one more soft kiss to your lips, his hands brushing away the strands of hair from your face.

Loving and accepting yourself might not always be an easy journey, but Steve loved you just the way you were and maybe, just maybe, that could be enough.