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Falling asleep with Older!Eddie crammed into a comfy recliner because you both tried to stay up and watch a marathon of your favorite show or movie series. But it was after a long week of adulting where everyday felt like a horrendous Monday and the weekend was full of errands.
So the comfy fun of watching things together just knocked you two right out. The TV is now watching you two. Both of you are suffering from some limbs getting that pins and needles feeling.
But he likes having you this close, and you finally found the sweet spot where only one leg is miserable. Both of you being too tired and lazy to move.
The phone rang several times and Eddie just holds you tighter and mutters "let it go to voicemail, this is the good part." even though his eyes are clearly closed, and he's barely awake.
You'll probably wake up with a crook in your neck and a charlie horse, but for now, it's totally worth it.
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Bite my lip just for the taste
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Blurb: Eddie isnât only good with his hands. He worships the ground you gracefully walk on and he is determined to satisfy you in every way that he can. Your pleasure is his pleasure and thanks to your mutual friend Steve, he might just have a chance to give you what you deserve.
Pairing: Older!Mechanic!Eddie x Reader
Warnings: 18+, lust at first sight, rough!dom!Eddie (careful what you wish for, right?), oral (m receiving), p in v sex, sloppy kisses, naked bodies and underwear description, reader referred to as girl, pet names, praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), alcohol, characters are of ages 25+ and 30+
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divider by @cafekitsune
Not only was Eddie Munson phenomenal with his hands when it came to mending cars and tinkering around with bolts and nuts⌠but he knew a trick or two with his strong muscular tongue and his long skilled fingers; and they werenât associated with playing guitar or singing a epic chorus.
Eddie knew how to fuckâ and he was fucking great at it.
But he couldnât just come out straight with it and tell you thatâ he had to ease into it. It was like a dark lustrous dance of longing and need and he didnât mind if he were in it for the long run.
Eddie wanted you but he knew that perfection took time.
It all began on a sweltering summers day. The metal head was very well educated on how car batteries and engines reacted to intense heatâ but no amount of study could have prepared him for the way your car trundled into his garage.
Wiping the sweat from his thick brow he watched how you swung open the door with a tired groan and a chesty grumble. Full of merciless rage as you rattled your hands against the metal plating of the evidently old vehicle. Swearing like a sailor on a sinking ship, âPiece of shit!! I hope they crush you!â
Eddie couldnât control the way his jaw nearly hit the dusty courtyard floor as your heeled foot struck against the cars front tire multiple times. Your rage wasnât what surprised Eddieâ he was accustomed to watching customers let out their pent up rage onto their dying automobiles. But what stunned him was you. You presented yourself in a way that made Eddie question why you decided to bring your car all the way down to this side of town when you clearly could afford to go elsewhere.
Not to toot his own horn, but Eddie was one of the best mechanics this town had to offer. However, he did hold a reputation that much of the community did not agree with. He had a look that made people uncomfortableâ that made them run away.
But not you.
You charged toward him fiercely and determined. You made Eddie shrink in his boots.
âHi, Iâm looking for Eddie? Eddie Munson? Iâm told this is his place.â Your sugar coated tongue had Eddieâs mind reeling. The contrast of your actions and your personality made him want to laugh aloudâ but he managed to keep his humour to himself. For now. You hoop your keys around your index finger, swirling the metal so they would clank and chime against one another.
âYouâre looking at him, princess,â He wipes his large oil covered hands against the dark denim of his jeans, toying with the chunky silver rings that graced his fingers as he drank you in furtherâ having a better view of you now, âHow can I help?â He briefly glances over to your car, his two front teeth puncturing his bottom lip as he recalls the way you were attacking it just moments earlier.
âMy friend Steve said if anyone can fix this hunk of shit then it would be you.â You offer Eddie a tight lipped smile, your hands resting comfortably on your hips as you also gaze back over at the rust bucket your father gifted you 4 years prior, âShe isnât much to look at, but she meant a lot to my old man so⌠I sort of have to keep her around, Yâknow?â You roll your eyes comically and Eddie hums in acknowledgment, crossing his heavily tattooed arms over his plump chest that is clad in a tarnish white tank top.
âI get it.â He grins and winks at you, walking over to where you had abandoned your prized possession, âI hope Harrington put a good word in for me, his car wouldâve been scrapped last year if it werenât for my talent.â
âHe said you were the best⌠alongside some other things that I best not mention if you wanna keep your friendship with him on good terms.â
Eddie laughs as he leans against the bonnet of your car, his wandering eyes flickering from your skirt that is stretched across the fullness of your thighs and up to your face and all over again. He couldnât seem to pull his attention away from you.
âItâs unlocked, if youâd like to have a look inside.â You gesture toward the hood of the car which the metal head is leisurely draped on and Eddieâs cheeks warm at the inkling that he was caught gawking at you.
âYeah, Iâll pop it open. It might just be the heatâŚâ
It was now your turn to rake your eyes over Eddieâs frame as he peers into the organs of your nearly dead vehicle. He was only older than you by a couple of years and yet he seemed much more experienced in life than you did. The tattoos against his pale skin had you nibbling on the plush flesh of your bottom lip. His jeans hung loosely on his hips, held up by a studded black leather belt and above the hem you could see the waistband of his boxer briefs peering out at you.
One thing Steve had failed to mention to you before your arrival was how smoking hot Eddie âthe freakâ Munson was. If you had known sooner, you wouldâve dressed up a bit moreâ maybe you wouldâve gotten changed out of your PA office attire.
But still, your tight fitted blouse and shiny black heels would just have to suffice.
âWhat are you doing right now?â Boldly you move around to meet Eddieâs line of vision. His eyebrows knit together in slight confusion and he flicks his fingers toward the open hood of the car, âNo, I mean, after this. What are you doing? Do you.. have plans? Maybe going home to a girlfriend, perhaps?â You werenât very subtle, but screw it! You saw the hunger in his eyes when you first showed upâ he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him and you hadnât been taken care of in a long time.
You were needy. Desperate. And Eddie may as well have been served up to you on a silver platter!
âPlans? Oh uh⌠no. Not at all. I uh⌠I was going to go home and have some shitty wine,â His pink lips perk up into a toothy smile, a knowing smile, and you bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your own, âDoes that maybe interest you? You donât seem like a shitty wine girl.â
You shrug your shoulders and a transparent smugness settles deep into the apples of your cheeks, âI like shitty wine.â
âThe good thing about being your own boss is that you can finish whenever you want.â He slaps the bonnet of the car shut and dusts his large hands against one another, âHow about I look at this tomorrow and we can take my car back to mine? Or would you like to check out my ass for a bit longer?â He slyly winks at you and your face tilts toward the ground as you make a feeble attempt to conceal the blazing fire that was torturing your skin.
âHmmm that dependsâ can you guarantee that youâre not some psycho and that I wonât end up on the front page of the paper tomorrow?â For someone whose body may as well be a ferness with how hot it is, you sure are making Eddie work for what you both want. Something about him made you brave, but it also made you⌠timid. Quiet⌠obedient.
And boy oh boy, Eddie was enjoying every second of the power he had over you.
âHow about I let you drive? You have the keys⌠you have the control.â His husky voice drops an octave as he takes a few steady strides toward you. His gaze penetrates yours and his dangerous eyes have an addictive allure. Captivating and intimidating. Revealing little but knowing much⌠it was exciting. He excites you.
âThat could workâŚâ your voice betrays your facade of confidence and Eddie grins wider at the soft falter in your tone. He could read you like a book. Your inviting body language, the blown darkness in the centre of your glossy eyes and the way you donât back away from him as he stalks even closer to you. You were his prey⌠and he was the hunter set on a target.
One of Eddieâs rough calloused hands gently takes yours. He positions your palm flat out toward the sky so he could drop his keys onto it all while his focus on your face remains unwavering, âThe keys to the castle.â
âFitting, since you called me a princess earlier.â
âMaybe I orchestrated this from the beginning?â An entertained eyebrow perks up behind his stringy damp bangs.
âIs that so?â The sound of your hushed voice echoes back at you and your lips part longingly at Eddieâs close proximity. He is close enough to kissâ tasty enough to devour. A banquet of all of the most desirable and finer things in life.
âI saw you in those heels and with those legs⌠I couldnât resist. They donât call me a Eddie the freak Munson for no reason, princess.â There is a clip to his voice, a new intensity piercing through his words like a pin to a voodoo doll.
âYou might just have to show me how freaky you really are then, Mr. freakâŚâ
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Eddie was right. The wine did taste like shit.
You were currently draped across Eddieâs large sofa, the soft suede fabric welcomed the mould of your body as you sunk into airy cushions and you sipped hesitantly from your stemmed glass. Smearing your dark lipstick across the pristine rim as you did.
Eddie was perched on a chair across from you which was cut from the same material as the couch. His feet were planted to the floor and his legs were spread wide; like a King on his throne. There was a coffee table separating the two of you and part of you questioned why he was so far away.
You and Eddie locked eyes, a welcoming and long stare. It was comfortable, patient but growing. Neither of you looked away, but none of you made the first move, either.
Eddie was assessing you. He was trying to figure out how this would go. How it would play out. Who was going to be the dominant one and who was going to submit?
You wanted it to be him. You wanted him to know that you needed your decisions made for you tonight.
You bring your glass of wine back to your mouth, taking a small drink and proceeding to lick and bite your lip afterwards. An unspoken invitation that Eddie silently accepts.
The warm light that glows from the table lamp next to you illuminates Eddie in a gorgeous orange hue, darkening his tattoos and brightening the metal around his fingers and his neck. You envision how he would look above youâ glistening in sweat with his necklace shimmering as it dangles atop of your face. The image nearly causes you to whine aloud.
Nearly.
You surveyed your surroundings, âThis is a nice place you haveâ very cozy.â You place your wine glass on a coaster, coming back to snuggle into the pillows of the sofa and Eddie hums, pleased.
âItâs no bachelor pad but itâs home.â He tilts his nearly empty glass toward you and a mischievous smile toys with the edges of his lips, âThank you.â
He finishes his drink with one swift movement before he is leaving his post from across from you. You watch him with blown eyes, eyes that are bright and eager. He settles his lean and sturdy physique against the door frame that leads into his kitchen space.
Your heart rate quickens with anticipation and your hips squirm beneath you as you try and remain confident under his abysmal and sinful demeanour.
You were overly aware of the lewd events hurtling toward you and the excitement of it causes your face to flush with colour.
âIâve never fucked a girl in heels before⌠I think you should keep them on.â He prowls toward you, his body language animalistic and focused.
Heâs been wanting to pounce on you from the moment you stepped foot through the doorâ but Eddie is a gentleman and gentlemen take their time.
Eddie was in front of you now. His eyes such a deep shade of chocolate brown that they seemed to swallow the light rather than reflect it. They were adorned by long dark eyelashes that you were envious of and strong clean eyebrows that framed the chiselled structure of his face. He looked like a painting. Like he wasnât real.
âI⌠I can keep them on.â Your face tilts toward your feet as you try to remind yourself of the appearance of the shoes that you chose to wear that day however Eddie is quick to tensely grab you by the flesh of your cheeks and snatch your attention back to him.
âEyes on me.â His voice is a hushed purr as his nose teeters on the edge of brushing yours, âI wanna see your pretty face.â
His grip remains tight and it forces your lips into a cute pout which Eddie coos at, âI wanna kiss you. Is that okay?â You nod your head feverishly. Without wasting a single second your lips finally met, tinged with impatience. His lips were magnificent, full and defined and soft. His tongue tastes of alcohol and mint and you moan at the contact of his wet tongue wrestling against yours. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and your eyes are lidded as your fingers touch the exposed skin of his shoulders with a feathery graze; causing goosebumps to arise on Eddieâs inked skin.
âI need to know that you want thisâŚâ He breathes heavy laboured breaths, âThat you want me to take control. I like it rough, baby, so we need to have a safe word⌠okay? Safe word is Cherries. You got that?â His domineering mask slips for a quarter of a moment as his black hues sweeten. You nod again, your mind clouded with lust and desperation.
âRepeat it back to me.â
âCherries is the safe word.â
âClever girl.â Without a beat Eddie is dragging you up and onto your feet. You are wobbly on your legs for a moment but you are fast to regain composure. As Eddie goes to lead you through to his bedroom you stop, your body set alight.
âEddie can I⌠can I taste you first?â You are a blushing mess as the words drool from your lips. You hadnât stopped thinking about it since you seen him man spreading in front of you in his armchair earlier. You wanted to dip down between his thighs and make his cock twitch with need, âPlease.â
The metal head looked bewildered for a moment however he quickly welcomed the request. How could he possibly deny such a sweet girl when she asked him so politely?
He walks the both of you over to the comfortable chair, sitting himself down and allowing his hands to have free roam of your ass and hips, âAsk me as nicely as that and Iâd give you anything you want, princess.â The pet name was now tainted with naughty intention as it rolled off of his slick tongue and your knees weaken at the sight of him gazing up at you.
It was nice to be able to study a man features without any shame or embarrassment. You were so used to stealing glances at attractive men but the visual feast sitting in front of you was enjoyed without any guilt.
You offer Eddie an intoxicated smile as his eyes venture over your face, your neck, your breasts and your exposed legs. You werenât worried about the way your body lookedâ there was something so calming about Eddie that struck a match of confidence within you and he seemed to like what he was looking at.
âSuch a pretty thing, arenât you?â He rips down your skirt from around your waist, letting it pool around your ankles and leaving you stood in the pile of bunched fabric. His hands work quickly on your blouse and Eddie growls at the sight of you. Nothing to you but your matching lace underwear set and your heels.
Your nipples peak at the change of temperature in the room and the sly man pinches them with the tips of his slender fingers, rolling the buds mercilessly and smirking devilishly as he does. The action causes a soft whine to emit from your throat and Eddieâs lips perk into a grin at the sound. He was obsessed with you.
âKneel.â
And you do. The bones of your knees meet the floor with a pathetic thud and Eddie smooths the palm of his hand across the softness of your hair; enticing you that he will be gentle at first but he yanks the strands seconds later, causing you to yelp.
âOpen up. I wanna see if Iâll fit.â
Bracing yourself with your hands on his jean clad knees you unhinge your jaw, opening wide as Eddie slots two of his fingers onto your tongue and they slide deep in the crevasse of your mouth. They tickle the back of your throat and your thighs clench together at the thought of him fucking of your face.
âItâll be a tight squeeze, but Iâm sure you can handle it. Right, hon?â
âYes. I can take it. PleaseâŚâ You babble around his digits.
There you are again with your manners and your begging bambi eyes. It awakens something within Eddieâ something that had been sitting dormant but has now stirred from its slumber. A darkness. A line he had never crossed but he was so close to it now. He wanted to own you. He wanted you to belong to him⌠to be his and only his.
âGo on then, baby. Heâs waiting.â He winks at you and your adrenaline shaken hands find the zipper of his jeans. Eddieâs thick bulge strains against the stiff denim and you chew on your bottom lip furiously as his long and full shaft springs from his boxer briefs.
Your mouth salivates at the sight and you look to him for permission, which Eddie gives, before you are popping his throbbing tip into the hot cave of your mouth. A vibration travels down Eddieâs cock and reaches his balls as you moan around him. He felt so goodâ so natural to have him in your mouth. Like sucking on your favourite treat.
âFuckâ that feels so good.â Dark curls spill onto the back cushion of the chair and Eddieâs hands fist your hair into a ponytail, guiding your slobbering mouth up and down the length of his aching cock.
Your mind was blank of anything except for Eddieâs body and the way he felt inside of you. He hadnât even penetrated you yet and your panties were dampening with slick more and more with every passing bob of your head.
âShitââ Eddie seethes through clenched teeth, his hips rocking up to meet your sloppy movements and he punctuates each thrust with a rewarding moan. âI need to feel you.â It was abrupt, the way he ripped your mouth away from himâ but you understood. You needed to feel him too. You hadnât felt this desperate for anyone before; this sultry and seductive. This needy and submissive. You didnât want this night to end.
You cant contain the soft pants that leave your throat, a mixture of excitement and arousal as you climbed onto straddle Eddieâs thighs. His body felt hard and masculine beneath your touch and you shivered at the way he laid a harsh spank to the meaty flesh of your ass.
âAs innocent as you look, you really are just a dirty little slut, huh?â He slaps you again, this time harder than the last and you nearly collapse against his chest. Eddie laughs mockingly, forcing you to sit upright as his fingers plunge down into the soaking fabric of your panties.
You gasp, your already primed body becoming slippier as his fingers thrust softly into youâ testing the waters.
âSuch a wet pussy, all for meâŚâ His fingers twitch inside of you and you release a sound which can only be described as a moan combined with a helpless whine. With his free hand Eddie rips your breasts from the confines of your bra, allowing the skin to spill free.
His tongue bathed your breast while he used his teeth, giving you peppered bites that shot pleasure through your body like a lightning bolt. He drew your coiled nipple into his mouth and he let his teeth roughly drag over the tip. You moaned loudly. He leaves your breast and looks up into your face.
âTell me how badly you want my cock.â His voice is a clipped and cool demand.
âI want you to fill me up so bad. I need it, Eddie. Please⌠fuck, I want it more than anything.â Your hips grind against his fingers and your words mustâve struck Eddie in a pleasant way because before your brain has any time to catch up to his ever changing movements, his fingers are pulling your panties off to one side and his cock is teasing and toying with your dripping hole.
The eye contact between the pair of you was intense as Eddieâs entire length slowly slid inside of you. Your breathing catches in your throat at the stretch of him. Before long, Eddie settles inside of you and your eyes remain shackled to one another. Sex with a stranger shouldnât be this intimateâ so you screw your eyes shut.
Big mistake.
âOpen your fucking eyes,â He snarls, his hand grabbing your throat harshly as he pulls your body down toward his, âI want you to watch me as I fuck you.â Your eyelids snap open and Eddieâs features are slack but intimidating as he looks at you. The feeling of being brutally and totally full was almost too much for you to stand. Too much for you to handle. He pulls back from you and begins to thrust.
âWaitââ You plead and your hands find Eddieâs chest as you support yourself on top of him, âI just need a moment to adjust⌠youâre so big.â You squirm at the pulsing of your walls around Eddieâs shaft and he grins egotistically up at you.
âPerfect thing to say.â
He repositions his grip onto the back of your thighs, slowly readjusting himself beneath you and easing himself in and out.
âOkay,â you breathe with a soft nod, âYou can fuck me now.â
Eddie sensed that your body was ready for his size and he then started to brutishly slam his body into yours. Unbelievably erotic sounds hit your ears as you feel and hear his hips slapping against yours. Sticky skin meeting sticky skin.
âFeels like someone is fisting my dick.â
âWettest little pussy Iâve ever fucked, yknow that?â
âShit, I could cum from just the sight of you.â
âListen to that, baby. You hear how much your pussy is loving my cock?â
âKeep those stunning fucking eyes on me.â
Eddieâs deep grunts and moans mixed with his dirty commentary only heightened the erotica. Youâre gentle to take his hand into yours, timidly welcoming two of his fingers back into your mouth as you bound up and down to meet the crack of his hips against yours. Eddieâs eyes gloss over from the view of you above him and his thrusts get snappier and more intentional. Harsher. Quicker. Deeper.
As his cock fucks your sweet hole, his fingers are busy fucking your mouth as well. He took note of how much you liked to have him in your mouthâ no matter what part of his body that may be. Eddie got an inkling that this would be the first of many nights together. And he wasnât mad at the ideaâ he was actually thrilled by it. It spurred him on.
âRub your clit for me, sweet girl.â It was as if you were in a trance and the only thing you were able to do was obey Eddieâs every beckon and call. Your finger tips find your sensitive bundle of nerves and you sigh out in complete bliss at the euphoria that shocks up every vertebrae of your spine.
âThatâs it, baby. I want you to cum so fucking hard. Iâm getting so closeâ want you to cream all over my cock.â
The speed in which your fingers circled your clit increases and your eyes fight to stay open. You could feel the desperation punctuated in every one of Eddieâs quickened thrusts and you feel that familiar build coming to build in your tummy.
âFuckâ Iâm gonna cum. Keep rubbing that clit, baby. Youâre being such a good girl for me.â His tired pants fill the air and your mind whizzes and bubbles as you whine out loudly.
âOh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck!â Your mouth gapes open wide, mirroring the sweaty sex symbol below you and your eyes widen as your orgasm floods your every cell. Shaking your body from head to toe. You feel Eddieâs cock swell inside of youâ causing your high to continue
âShit!!â A yell breaks past Eddieâs swollen lips as his orgasm hits. You watch as his face contours as he cums inside of you. His eyes squint shut and his mouth is pulled into a grimace. The veins on his forearms bulk and tense. It was the sexiest thing you had ever fucking seen.
Your heart paced rabidly in your chest as you both breathed heavily, trying to control the heaving of your chests as you both came down. Youâre relying on Eddieâs body to keep you from collapsing and Eddie is wise to this. His strong arms wrap around your body as he pulls himself out of you, bringing you to rest on his chest.
Too tired and sated to do anything else, you press yourself against Eddieâs bare and empty sack, grinding lightly down onto the tender flesh of his balls and the noise that leaves Eddieâs throat is indescribable.
You shoot up to look at him and itâs now your turn to smirk and itâs Eddieâs turn to flush a shade of bright red.
âIgnore that.â He coughs to clear his oesophagus, followed by a light hearted chuckle as you come to lay back against his limp body and a knowingness fills your mind.
This wasnât just going to be a one night stand⌠and this wasnât the last time you were going to be laying on top of Eddie âthe freakâ Munson.
This was just the sweaty, sexy beginning.
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Show Me | Older!Eddie x F!Virgin Reader
Anonymous asked: I loved your post about Eddie x virgin!reader so muchđDo you think you could write older!Eddie x virgin reader?
Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?
Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.
CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short
Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?
You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.
As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadnât seen this man before.
He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.
Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.
âPlease be single, please be single, please be single,â you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.
You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didnât want to overwhelm himâŚ. And whoever else might be moving in.
God, you hoped he didnât have a wife or whatever.
You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. Youâll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you bakedâŚ
You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasnât into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.
To say you havenât had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You werenât into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.
You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but youâve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.
Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.
Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.
So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.
With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.
"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.
"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.
"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.
"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.
"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.
"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.
"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"
He shakes his head no.
"Your partner?"
Another no.
"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.
"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.
"Thank you, that's very kind."
"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.
"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.
"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.
"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.
"So you said you live next door?"
"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.
"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.
"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.
"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.
"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.
"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.
"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.
"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."
"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.
"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,
"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.
"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.
All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.
After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.
"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,
"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.
If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.
"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.
"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.
Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.
"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."
"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didnât scream âI work for corporate America.â
You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.
"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.
"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.
"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.
"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."
"Thanks."
As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.
"Good, you made yourself at home."
"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.
"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.
"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"
It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.
"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.
"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.
"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.
"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.
"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."
"Ruby?"
"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."
"That's cute; it suits you."
You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.
"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"
"A girl like me?"
"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.
"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.
"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.
"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."
"Yeah, I'd really like that."
After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.
Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.
You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.
As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddieâs big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.
You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.
You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldnât take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.
Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.
âOh, Eddie!â You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.
Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.
When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.
It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldnât take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.
Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.
Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out about a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.
Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.
"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.
"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.
âA date, huh?â You smirked over your shoulder.
âYes. A dateâ
âOkay,â you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.
Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.
Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.
Eddie couldnât keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.
When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.
You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.
You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.
Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldnât keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.
Your mind was racing. Why hadnât you told him youâre a virgin? You invited him in. Heâs probably expecting sex⌠oh god, what if heâs turned off by the fact that youâre not experienced?
âWe can slow down if you want.â he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.
âIâm sorry. Iâm just a bit nervous⌠Iâm -uh just out of practiceâŚâ you shied.
âThatâs okay we can take it slow.â He stroked your cheek.
âAre you sure?â You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.
âOf course. We can go at your speed.â
âI need to tell you something.â You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you werenât looking at him.
âIâve never⌠I uh. Shit. Iâve never been with anyone before.â
âWhat?â Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.
âIâm a virgin.â You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.
âoh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but thatâs okay. We donât have to do anything you donât want to.â he comforts you.
âBut I do want to,â you rush out. âItâs not like Iâm waiting for marriage; it just hasnât happenedâŚâ
âWe will go at your paceâ Eddie smiled.
âThank youâ
You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.
You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.
âYou sure, sunshine?â
âYeaâ you sigh into his mouth.
Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.
Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.
âWoah, hold on, sunshine.â He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.
Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. Heâs rejecting you.
"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."
"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.
"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"
"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.
You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.
You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.
Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.
You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.
"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.
"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.
"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.
âFuck thatâs it, use meâ
Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.
"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.
Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.
You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.
"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.
"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.
You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.
Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.
"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.
"You want me to guide you?"
You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.
"Kay," He smiled.
Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.
"Oh my god," You gasped.
"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.
"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.
"No, quite the opposite, baby."
"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.
As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.
âYou sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.
You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.
You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.
"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.
"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.
"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."
"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.
"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."
"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.
Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.
"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.
You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.
"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.
"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."
Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?
Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.
"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.
"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.
You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.
"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"
"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.
"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?
"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."
This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...
"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.â
"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."
"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"
"You're not even that old," you mumbled.
"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.
"I'm embarrassed," You pout.
"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"
"Okay." You shy away meekly.
âYou want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?â
âI-i-wantâŚâ
âItâs okay. I know youâre nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.â
You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.
âI want to be taken care of,â you whispered.
âAndâ
âI want you to be the one to do itâŚâ
"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.
Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.
"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"
"Please?"
"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.
Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.
"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.
"You can do whatever you want"
"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.
"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.
"All this f'me?"
You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.
"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.
"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's calf, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.
His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.
"You mind if I?"
"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.
"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.
"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."
You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.
Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.
His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.
"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.
"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.
Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.
"May I?" He asked.
"Yes." You sigh.
Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. Youâd never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldnât get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.
âEddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!â
âYou taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.â Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.
âPlease, Iâm coming, oh god Iâm cuming!â You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didnât let up until your body was spent.
You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.
âWe are only just getting started babyâ
Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.
âI know what youâre thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.â He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.
"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.
"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."
Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yes, I think so." You nod.
Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.
"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.
"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.
You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.
You saw starts as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?
"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.
Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.
"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.
Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.
"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.
"Oh, yes! Eddie!"
"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.
"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.
"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.
"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.
"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.
"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.
"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"
This snapped you back into reality.
"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.
"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.
"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"
Part 2
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Around her finger
Even though Eddie is older than his girlfriend, he's wrapped around her finger
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Eddie wasn't getting any younger and his lack of serious relationships was starting to freak him out. He didn't want to live alone and grow old with no one by his side. He didn't want to end up like Wayne.
Eddie didn't think he would find the girl of his dreams in a bar. He met many girls from bars, but not the same one twice. He never saw the girl who made his heart race and his palms sweat.
Until she started to work there.
Y/N, his amazing and young girlfriend. He was initially nervous about the age gap, but years proved it was not an issue. Their love had nothing to do with their age. She was twenty-five, ten years younger than him. But that's how she liked it. She liked men, men with experience. And she liked men who kneeled down to her.
Eddie was used to having the upper hand, and he figured he would be in this relationship at his age. But he lost count of how many times she had him begging for her touch. She loved having Eddie wrapped around her finger and he loved obeying her.
With her being attractive, young, and a bartender Eddie grew used to the jealousy. But she came home to him every night so he learned to shrug it off.
Eddie was playing pool with his friends, determined to beat Steve. Y/N was working at the bar, sneaking glances at her boyfriend. Eddie would look back, throwing her a wink before he smashed balls into the nets.
Steve groaned as Eddie made another shot.
"Yikes Harrington, looks like the next round is on you," Eddie said smugly, landing a slap to his shoulder.
"Yeah yeah," Steve mumbled, shrugging off Steve's hand. Eddie looked over at the bar, his eyebrows clenched together. Steve followed his look, smirking as he saw a young guy talking to Y/N.
"Uh oh, gonna step in?" Steve said, edging Eddie on.
"Nah, she can handle it," Eddie said, he trusted her, and plus she was just doing her job.
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"What can I get for you?" Y/N asked, talking loudly as the sound of the bar raised.
"Anything for birthdays?" He asked, leaning forward.
Y/N eyed the boy, he looked young. She tried to guess what age this boy was celebrating, but he honestly looked like a teenager. He had curly brown hair, much shorter than Eddie's. He had dark eyes and tan skin. She could smell his cologne when he leaned in, and it was a husky scent. She hummed at the smell, it was a good one she had to admit.
"Shots," she said with a smirk, "how old are you turning?"
"Twenty-one," the boy said with a smile.
"Fresh blood," she joked with a wink, "Happy birthday, hun." She handed him the list of shots and went to help another customer.
"Any interest you?" Another bartender asked, the boy bit his lip as he looked up. A bit bummed it wasn't the girl he saw first.
"The BS, and could I request it from her?" He nodded his head in the direction of the cute girl.
"Let me ask her," the girl said as she walked over.
"Want to do a BS?"
Y/N looked to see Lauren standing there.
"I don't know, my boyfriend is here and I feel like that's wrong," Y/N admitted as she shrugged her shoulders.
"He's here so just ask him," Lauren said, Y/N nodded and slipped out from the bar as she walked to Eddie.
"There's my girl," Eddie smiled, opening his arms. She rolled her eyes but walked into his arms.
"Question for you," she said as she looked up at him.
"Hm?" Eddie hummed, leaning down to kiss her red lips.
"Kid ordered a BS, but wants it from me. Felt like I should talk to you about it."
Eddie laughed and pecked her lips again, "You don't need my permission for nothing. I trust you, baby girl." He whispered as she gripped her ass. She held back a moan and pushed Eddie away with a smirk.
She walked back to the bar and prepared the shot
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"What is a BS anyway?" Eddie laughed, preparing to hit his ball
"Seems to be a boob shot," Steve said, his eyes on the bar
"A what?" Eddie said, snapping up straight. He turned around to see Steve so shocked. Eddie turned around and instantly felt his jaw snap shut.
That twig from earlier was taking a shot from his girl's boobs. The crowd cheered and hollered, pissing Eddie off more. But he took a deep breath, it was part of her job and he paid for the shot.
But then the boy went too far. He threw back the shot and then smashed his lips on Y/N. After that, all Eddie saw was red.
Y/N didn't have time to react when the young boy was ripped away from her. She watched as Eddie slammed the boy against the bar.
"Eddie!" She warned, but all he could hear was his heart pounding.
"Apologize," Eddie demanded
"For what? It was on the menu," the boy argued
That seems to piss Eddie off more, causing him to slam the boy against the bar again.
"Disrespecting my girl and kissing her was not what you paid for," Eddie snarled. The boy seemed to get more scared as he connected the dots.
"Eddie, let the boy go," Y/N demanded
Eddie wanted to ignore her but then she snapped her fingers. He turned his head to the sound, letting the boy drop to the floor when he saw the demanding look on her face.
She grabbed his hand and yanked him to the back room. The crowd oo'ed like he was getting dragged to the principal office.
"I'm sor-" but Y/N cut him off
"That was so fucking hot," Y/N moaned, her hands already going for Eddie's pants.
Eddie was shocked but smirked at the switch in gears.
"Yeah?" Eddie asked
She answered by shoving her hand into his pants. He immediately moaned, his eyes clenched in pleasure. Then she dropped down to her knees
"Fuck baby," he moaned, he opened his eyes to look down at her. She was already looking up at him, her mouth stuffed full of his cock. He moaned at the sight and placed his hands in her hair. He bunched her hair into one grip and began to fuck her throat.
His thighs shook in pleasure as he hit the back of her throat. He held it there until she started to gag. The sound sent a shiver right down his spine.
She popped off him, replacing her mouth with her hand. She jerked him off as she cleaned off her lips.
"Oh, Eddie, always so delicious," she purred, knowing the effect of her words.
Eddie felt his stomach tighten as the words went straight to his cock in her hands.
"Showing that boy who I belong to, huh? I can't tell you how many times I wanted to do that when those sluts eye fuck you." She growled, moving her hand faster around him.
"Always think about shoving you right against that pool table and making everyone watch you cry for me," she taunted. Eddie whimpered at the thought. He loved the image his brain was creating.
"Feels so good," he moaned, bucking up his hips to add more pleasure. He looked down at her, watching her mouth move as she continued to tease him with her words as her hand moved fast around him.
"Yeah? Who's making you feel good?" She edged. "Who's little bitch are you?'
Eddie felt tightness building in his stomach as the nickname left her lips. He bucked his hips faster as he felt his orgasm approaching.
"Your bitch," he whined. "Need-" he cut himself off with a loud moan.
Y/N smiled as his cock released spurts of cum all over her hand. She rubbed him through it.
He panted as he finished all over himself. A fucked out smile on his face as she stood up. She washed off her hands before she helped him clean up.
"I love you," she said, softly pecking his lips.
"God, I love you" he whispered against her lips.
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eddie throwing his back out giving you everything he has and ofc it hurts like a bitch the next day and he wants you again and again and again
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ITS GIVING OLDER EDDIE HELLO
18+ â MINORS DNI
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the next morning eddieâs making breakfast and he dramatically groans whenever he reaches up to grab something from the cabinets until you finally crack and ask, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â
he just jokingly glares at you and goes, âyou destroyed my back, thatâs whatâs wrong. the last time i had this much sex was in my twenties, iâm not equipped for this.â he grumbles, reaching back to rub at his lower back.
you roll your eyes, stepping forward to slink your hands around his waist, pressing your body up against his back and kissing the bare skin between his shoulders, âfor what itâs worth, even though youâve got a shitty back, your refractory period makes up for it,â you joke, patting his stomach and kissing his back once again, pressing a smile into his skin when he grunts in response.
âdonât have much of a choice, do i? iâve got a succubus for a girlfriend.â
you hum, âthatâs weird, last i remember it was you asking for one more round, wasnât it?â
you stretch onto the tips of your toes to rest your chin against his shoulder to peer down at his skilled hands hard at work preparing your meal, and eddie doesnât bother glancing at you as he responds, ânot sure, things start to blur after the third big-O.â
you hum as a teasing smile spreads across his lips, âwhatever you say, big guy.â you playfully nip at his shoulder and he hisses, batting you away as you giggle, turning to lean against the counter beside him so youâre facing him, âwhen youâre done with this, come and iâll give you a massage for your achey old man back, hm?â
eddie glances away from his task to look at you, âthat pretty little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.â
you tilt your head with a sly grin, voice smooth and sultry as you speak, âis that a threat, musnon?â
eddie letâs out an exasperated noise and looks at you with narrowed eyes, âcan a man cook in peace, please? or at least without you trying to get in my pants like iâm some harlot,â
you raise your eyebrows and motion down to his crotch, the unmistakable print of his hardening length pressing against the seam of his sweatpants, âseems like he enjoys it.â
eddie playfully shoves you away then, muttering for you to get out of the kitchen and you giggle, yelping when he swats at your behind, âow! what was that for?â you whine, rubbing at your sore cheek. eddie grins, dicing a few onions and dropping them onto the stove, âfor being such a goddamn minx. get out of here before i accidentally set this house on fire.â
and even though his back hurts like hell, he still ends up drilling your shit, but you have to take over midway because eddieâs poor back really might just croak on him and he swears if that happens, youâre paying for his medical bill <3
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The Fight
Older Eddie x Reader. reader is mid to late twenties, and Eddie is thirty-nine.
You and Eddie get into your first big fight and aren't speaking, work is terrible, and you're running a fever and coming down with a cold.
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"I'm not fucking speaking to you when you're being a brat. I don't know what is up with you today but I'm sick of it"
It wasn't really like you and Eddie to argue much but earlier you had gotten into an argument and the two of you were still not speaking.
You were being a brat, you felt off all day and had wrongly snapped at Eddie when he asked if you were feeling alright, the argument escalated from there and the both of you said stupid things.
Now it was radio silence between the two of you.
Anxiously you head to bed only to find him turned away from you, avoiding talking and big space between you, usually you fall asleep wrapped up in Eddie's arms but that wasn't going to happen tonight.
"Eddie?" You murmur softly but there's no response, he isn't asleep but he's not talking either.
Blinking back tears you get into the bed and burrow into the covers, it takes you longer to fall asleep than normal and when you do you're still tossing and turning, shivery one minute then hot then next.
Now you have woken up with a bad headache, and Eddie isn't there. He has left medicine and a glass of water on the bedside table but you wish he was here and holding you close, you feel terrible and just want him with you.
When you try to call into work your boss is a dick and won't let you have time off. He's ranting on the phone so you take the medicine and water and bundle up in warm clothes.
Work is a nightmare. It's a double shift that Austin can't get cover for and you're struggling to get through it. Austin is his usual "cheery" self and even though he can see you're sick he's still a dick.
On top of that, you haven't heard from Eddie and that is making you anxious. Do you text him first? He's super busy at work today so you don't know if he will reply or even if he will if he's still mad at you.
Nearing the end of your shift, you're tired and aching all over, you're pretty sure you have a fever. It's making you irritable and you have to bite your tongue when Austin is moaning about yet another thing.
Thankfully all is calm in the store and Austin leaves you in peace for the last half hour as you tidy up and get things ready to lock up.
It's so quiet that you rest just for a minute but that minute ends up being ten and you're jerked away by Austin.
There are cups to clean in the staff room which he's too busy to do and once again you bite your tongue and get on with the job.
You're tired, dizzy and really need to sleep so your reflexes aren't the best and one of the cups drops out of your shaking hands, it nicks your skin and stings harshly. Fuck.
"For fuck sake, you better clean that shit up, can't you do anything without fucking up?" Austin snaps and you freeze at this, heart pounding. You open your mouth to retort but nothing comes out.
"It was an accident" you manage to say but he's not listening and muttering expletives, well muttering them so loud that you can hear but quiet to anyone else.
It's a relief when the shift ends and you head back to Eddie's. Your hand is throbbing and everything that's happened during the last day has you close to tears.
Eddie is home when you get it and waiting on the couch, his expression anxious but it clears when he sees you.
You really don't want to argue again, you're so tired and sore at this point. "Where were you?" he asks softly and you slip your jacket off, desperate to change out of your clothes and get in a relaxing bath or shower.
"Austin sprung a double shift on me...what is it Eds?" He's gazing at you in panic.
"You're bleeding" he's up at once and taking your hand in his, eyeing the cut worriedly and then rushing to get the first aid kit. Shit you didn't think it was that bad.
"I dropped a cup" you explain and Eddie's eyebrows knit in anger. "Oh yeah, what did that dickhead of a boss of yours say about that?" he tenderly cleans your wound and bandages it up.
"Oh, the usual, insults and yelling" You sigh and vow that you really need to look for a better job. Eddie growls low in his throat and presses a kiss to your head then pauses, presses his palm to your forehead and swears.
"Fuck, you're burning up. He seriously let you work like this!" He's fuming and you soothe him.
"It's okay, I just need to sleep" You close your eyes barely being able to keep them open and resting your head on Eddie's chest. He's still tense but softens when you nuzzle into his chest.
"Hurts" you sigh and he swallows as he holds you close to him, you're dozing in and out in his arms as he carries you to bed and helps you out of your clothes.
"You're shivering, do you want to go for a shower baby?" That sounds like heaven and you agree, then begin sneezing.
The warm water is heaven on your aching bones and Eddie joins you, wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him.
"Why didn't you say you were feeling so shitty? Is this why you were so grumpy yesterday?" he caresses your cheek and then leaves soft kisses on your neck as you nod.
"Yeah, I was bratty though" you mumble and desperately just want your bed and maybe a few more cuddles from Eddie.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I've felt like shit all day about arguing with you. I wanted to talk to you and apologise when I got home from work, shit I thought you were mad when you didn't come straight here after your shift but it was that dickhead boss of yours keeping you"
"I'm sorry too Ed's" he kisses you, holding the kiss for a few seconds but his smile fades when your lip wobbles. Being sick always makes you feel emotional and out of sorts.
"I could kick Austin's ass for having you work like this. He's probably made you even worse and I swear if catch that prick anytime soon, he's going to get his balls ripped off for yelling at you" he mutters under his breath a few choice words and it makes you giggle.
Eddie's arms wrap around you and he presses soft kisses over your forehead. "I'd do anything for you, I love you so much, you know that princess. I'm sorry for being a jerk" he kisses you until you're laughing again and beaming at his goofy antics.
Unfortunately, the giggling erupts into a coughing fit and Eddie patiently helps you out of the shower and as you dry off, he finds your comfiest pjs which you change into and feel yourself relax for the first time today, even if you do feel like shit.
Your nose is all stuffy and you must look a mess but Eddie stares at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world to him.
"Beautiful, I love these PJs" he toys with them and you snort. These are your favourite PJs and a little ratty, not sexy at all.
"Liar" you tease and he holds you close to him, "You're going to get sick too if you keep this up" you warn him and he shrugs unbothered.
"Don't give a fuck, need to make sure my princess is okay. I'm gonna get you some water and more flu meds, maybe some soup because you need to eat something"
Eddie makes the soup that his uncle made for him when he was sick, chicken soup and little stars. It's very sweet and delicious, he seems less anxious once you've eaten and had some meds and fluids.
"I'll call Austin tomorrow for you and you are going to rest, Brian can cover my shift, he owes me anyway and we'll just relax and do nothing, make sure you're all better" That sounds good, to be honest, you do feel a lot better but it would be nice to just rest and catch up on sleep.
The rest of the night is spent in Eddie's arms with his own brand of special medicine, kisses and cuddles to chase the cold away.
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A Love That Will Survive (Eddie Munson X You)
A/N: I seriously have no idea where this came from but I worked really hard on it and I think it's the longest story I've ever written.
Please enjoy <3
Warnings: Husband Eddie & Fem Wife Y/N, The timeframes shift from young to older with 20 years of Marriage between them, SMUT, lose of virginity, dirty talk, lots of needy energy but all of it is with the love these two have. FLUFF, dad Eddie loves his kiddo and wife and vice versa.
ANGST, reader has an unexpected pregnancy her senior year of high school, she's from the richer side of Hawkins so her parents hate Eddie causing problems multiple times, Eddie and Y/N are in therapy, reader feels Eddie pulling away, Flashbacks with fights between the two of them (verbally), Eddie gets into a fight defending Y/N when some asshole grabs her arm. Y/N defends her husband against her parents. Eddie talking about fears of becoming his dad.
More than anything this is about a couple who's struggled with trials and tribulations of life and marriage but still love each other immensely.
Word Count: 12,541
Eddie Masterlist/ Donate to Me
1986
âDooooo you love me more thaaan Henderson?â
âYes. That was the easiest question youâve ever asked me.â, Eddie chuckles as he blows the smoke from his cigarette towards the window.Â
âDo you love me moooore than D&D?â
âUh oh. Theyâre getting harder now. Of course, baby.â, he smirks as he kisses your forehead.
âMore than your guitar?â, you giggle as he heavily sighs and tosses the stick between his fingers out the window before flipping you onto your back as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.Â
âHow dare you bring my guitar into this!â, he lightly scolds as he nibbles at your skin making you laugh harder as you wrap your arms around him. âY/N, I fell in love you the moment I met you. I was waitinâ for a girl like youâŚâ Your eyes roll as he laughs through his teeth before singing, ââŚto come into my life.â
âYouâre such a dork.â
âI love you to.â
***
2006
âSoâŚhow have things been this past week?â, the therapist asks as her gaze shifts between the two of you.Â
Neither you nor Eddie says a word as his eyes penetrate into the floor as if hoping it would open and swallow him up. You two had been married for almost 20 years and to some that would be an incredible milestone of love but little did the people around you know how mind-numbing marriage had become.Â
When you two met there was a fire within him that you absolutely adored. He was always so animated about things he enjoyed like playing guitar or D & D. Even when he spoke about you, his hands would flail as he desperately tried to get the words to leave his brain to accurately describe how perfect you were to him.Â
You werenât sure when it happened but at some point that light and the romance justâŚdisappeared. When Eddie came home from work smelling like motor oil and beer, he barely said two words to you before showering and crashing in bed. If he didnât promptly fall asleep, he would pound his feet against the mobile home floors in his sweats and slight beer gut with his bare, tattooed heavy chest on display as he headed out front again to smoke a cigarette. You still thought he was incredibly attractive with scruff along his chin and the way his lose strands of hair hung around his face when he pulled it back for work. Unfortunately, the two of you hadnât been intimate in quite some time, barely even holding hands anymore when you went out somewhere.Â
The few times you did have sex, you both only took off the clothing required and he thrust into you with barely if any foreplay until you both came. Afterwards, there was no cuddles or soft kiss. You two would roll over and just go to sleep.
âY/N?â
âHuh?â
âHowâs this week been?â, the therapist asked again but softer as if treading water.
âOh, uh, itâs been alright. Caleb went back to school on Sunday so that was hard. I miss him when heâs away.â
âI can imagine. Having any child away from home is hard but when its your only childâŚoof.â, she chuckles. âHow about you, Eddie? How did you feel when your son left?â
âUm, I meanâŚitâs fine. I miss him to but Iâm proud of him for going to school soâŚâ
âNeither of us got to.â
His eyes close slightly before focusing on the woman in front of him.Â
âWhy did you say that just then, Y/N?â, she asks in her inquiring high pitch voice that tells you, you just stepped into a âlessonâ.
âI just meant that Iâm proud of him to.â
âBecause he got into college or because you two didnât?â
âWhatâs the difference?â
âThatâs what Iâm asking you.â
âJesus fucking Christ.â, you growl. âIâm proud that my son doesnât have to struggle like we did. He can go out, live his life, and do whatever he wants. Thatâs all I ever wanted for him.â
âBecause of me you werenât able to.â, Eddie grumbles.
âThatâs not what I said.â
âNot in so many words butââ
âDo you blame him?â
Everything became silent as your husband leaned back on the couch and heavily sighed.Â
âNo, I donât.â, you responded sternly as you folded your arms. âMe getting pregnant wasnât his fault.â
âBut you resent him a bit?â
Without waiting to hear your answer, Eddie got up and stomped out of the office.
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1986
The metalhead paces back and forth with his hands on his hips as you sit silently on his bed with your head hung.Â
âI donât understand. We were so careful and we used protection. How could this have happened?â
âThe nurse suggested that the condom may have broken.â
âIt didnât look that way.â
âOh, because you checked it thoroughly before throwing it in the garbage?â, you respond sassily as he angrily glares your way. âWhat are we going to do, Eddie?â
Hearing the pain in your voice breaks his heart and he promptly places himself beside you to pull you to his side.Â
âEverythingâs going to be alright, sweetheart. We can do this. We graduate in a couple of months and then I can get a job at the shop over here. I know cars so it shouldnât be a problem. You, of course, can stay here till we find a house and then we canââ
Your lips cut him off as you cup his face in your hands to hold him to you. When you pull away, his palm laces around the back of your neck to keep your forehead on his.
âWill you marry me?â When you giggle through your tears, he canât help but laugh as well. âIâm serious. I can take care of you, babe. Plus, you know Iâve wanted to marry you since I first met you. Weâre just kind ofâŚskipping a few steps hereâŚâ
Your eyes watch him as he yanks off one of his rings and kneels down on one knee in front of you with your hand in his.Â
âIâm gonna get you a better ring, princess, I promise but like you this is special to me and I mean it when I say I want you to be my wife forever.â
Smiling, you kiss him again as you slide his ring on your finger.Â
âOf course, Iâll marry you, Eddie Munson.Â
***
The entire ride back home he didnât say a word; chain smoking his cigarettes along the way.Â
âEddie, wait. Can we talk?â, you plead as soon as you enter the front door.
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
 âI donât resent you or the life we have!â, you scream as he tried to disappear down the hallway.Â
âOh, great. Thanks, sweetheart. Now that I know that I can fucking sleep tonight.â, he responded with a tone that had you huffing as you ran after him into your bedroom.Â
"What I resent is this!" His intense, brown eyes follow your hands as you gesture absently between the two of you. âWhen did you stop fucking caring?!â
âI do care.â
âDo you?! You barely talk to me anymore, we donât spend time together, and when you are here physically you seem gone mentally. You always have a cigarette or a fucking beer in your hand⌠I mean we donât even really fight anymore. Itâs always me shouting at you while you stare at me like you are now!â
âWhat do you want from me, Y/N?â
 âI just want you to show some kind of emotion! You used to be so animated, Eddie, and now you justâŚI donât know. Youâre not as passionate as you used to be.â
âIâm not in my 20s anymore, babe. Iâm sorry Iâm not as spry as before.â
âLike you would know. You donât even try or anything. We arenât old, Eddie, and nowâs our time to do everything we wanted.â
âBecause I ruined our youth by knocking you up?â
Your eyebrows furrow together as you blink back tears that try to push forth.Â
âNo, you asshole. Because you said, you wanted to spend forever with me.â
With that, you turn around and stomp out the back door.Â
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1988
âEvery rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Yeah it does, Caleb.â
 Eddie softly smiles as his sonâs tiny palm taps the guitar his fingers were strumming on. Your own grin paints your lips as you watch him pet his unruly curls before continuing to play. His voice was a bit more rugid than normal but you assumed that was because he had been at work all day and had yet to rest. Even now his jumpsuit hung around his waist and he had patches of dirt clinging to his skin but he missed Caleb a lot when he was away.Â
Eddie as a father made you fall even more in love with him as you watched them play or do anything together. He had been working back-to-back shifts to help pay for certain things your son needed and you missed him every day.Â
âHey, baby?â
âHey, princess?â, he cooed back making you giggle.Â
âHow was your day?â
âIt was alright. Angry customers and stupid people so ya knowâŚHawkins.â, he beams your way as you come over to sit beside him and pick up the baby to sit on your lap.
âYou know you donât have to work so hard, right?â
âI know, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you both have everything you need and to get us out of this fucking trailer.â
âItâs technically a mobile homeâŚa bit bigger.â, you smirk as he leans forward to kiss your forehead.Â
âBut you both deserve a house and I still havenât gotten you a proper engagement ring.â, he sighs.Â
âEddie, I love this ring. It was a part of you and it feels like youâre holding my hand throughout the day.âÂ
âI donât deserve you.â, he murmurs with a smile as he kisses your lips before Caleb swats at his cheek. âHey, hey, dude. She was mine first. Donât get jealous.â
***
2006
His boots bang along the wood of the back porch as Eddie steps outside to find you laying on the trampoline you had gotten Caleb for his 8th birthday. His son was so ecstatic when he opened the box, begging his father to put it together right that moment. They both spent the evening working as a team to put it together and they laughed the entire time.Â
The metal clanked against his belt buckle as he awkwardly climbed up to lay beside you, your eyes closing as you listened to the lighter shut as he lit a cigarette and breathed out the smoke. You would always associate that smell with him. The smell of smoke mixed with his breath that smelled the way he used to taste, intoxicating. The scent of gasoline and his leather jacket when he came home from work.Â
Eddie.Â
âDo you remember when Caleb broke his arm jumping on this thing and he didnât even cry?â
The trampoline underneath him shook slightly at your laughter.Â
âYeah, he came in holding his wrist and said âMom, I think we need to go to the doctor.â Scared the crap out of me.â
âWhen I showed up at the hospital, he showed me his cast like it was an award or something. He said he was going to be the coolest kid in class.â, he chuckled as you both continued to look up at the sky. âHe didnât need an injury to be cool. Kid was always badass.â
âDo you still love me?â
Taken aback by your question, his head snaps in your direction.Â
âOf course, Y/N.â
âIt doesnât feel like it sometimes. For a while I thought maybe this was normal, that we would grow distant as the years passed butâŚâ Your eyes turn to meet his. ââŚthis doesnât feel normal.â
âWhat are you trying to say to me right now?â
âCalebâs an adult now and like you said⌠you knocked me up. YouâŚyou donât have a reason to stay.â
Eddie blinked as his jaw tightened and you watched his anger flow through his facial features. Rolling off the trampoline, he tosses his cigarette and stomps back into the house, slamming the door for emphasis.Â
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1992
You gnaw on your thumb as you glance towards the kitchen wall clock. Your husband was supposed to be home at 8pm and it was now 11. You had an absolute shit day and wanted to crash early after a long bath but you needed to talk to him about something important. The longer you waited the angrier you became.Â
At 11:30pm, the door slowly squeaked open as Eddie tried to quietly sneak in.
âWhere have you been?â, you ask sternly eliciting a heavy sigh from him as he shuts the door loudly. âYou were supposed to be home four hours ago.â
âI worked late and then Steve invited me out for a beer.â
âIt smells like it was more than a beer.â, you sneer as you roll your eyes. âI needed to talk to you about something important but fuck me, right?â
âJesus fucking Christ, Y/N. What do you want? Whatâs so goddamn important you canât wait till tomorrow.â Without saying a word, you try to head towards your bedroom but he quickly reaches forward to grab your arm. âNo, hey, I want to hear it because obviously itâs a big fucking deal.â
Furiously, you smack the paper in your hand into his chest.Â
âYour son needs school supplies and other things for next week. I get a discount at my store but I still donât have enough for that and our mortgage payment.â
âOk.â, Eddie sighs as he scratches the scruff on his face and looks at the list. âOk, this isnât too bad. We canââ
âItâs not just this. Heâs going to need money for lunches and his teacher said they are going on a field trip in October and he needs to pay for the ticket. How are we going to afford that?!â
âY/N, calm down. Itâs August. We can cross that bridge when we get there.â Again, you try to leave but he tugs you once more. âWhat? What is it now?!â
âEddie, itâs like you donât care! We need to think of these things!â
âJust because Iâm not flipping out like you are doesnât mean I donât care!â
âYou always do this! You always make me the bad guy!â
âThatâs not what I said, Y/N!â
âYou donât think I want to go out and have fun with my friends to?! I wish I could have a beer with Nancy and Robin after work but I canât because I have to do EVERYTHING around here! And that includes figuring out how our son is going to be able to eat, have the things he needs, and also be allowed to have fun with his friends by going on that field trip!â
âWhen did you get so fucking uptight?â, he grumbled.Â
âWhen I married you, apparently!â
âYeah. Wellââ
âDaddy?â Calebâs tiny, sleepy voice cut through your argument as you both turned to face him as he rubbed his little eyes. âMommy? Why so loud?â
âIâm sorry, baby. Were we being too loud?â
âUh huh.â
As you step towards him, your son automatically extends his arms so you can lift him and he rests his head on your shoulder.Â
âHey, kid.â, Eddie smiled his way as he lightly tickled the boyâs neck with his finger making him giggle as he keened into you more. âCome on. Letâs get you back in bed.â
The metalhead followed close behind as you head for Calebâs room and place him under his covers.Â
âMommy? Were you guys fighting because of me?â
Tilting your head to the side, you sat by his legs as you turned to face him.Â
âNo, baby. Daddy and I werenât fighting. We wereâŚâ, you pause looking at your husband for help.Â
âWe wereâŚtalking incredibly excitedly. LIKE THIS!â, Eddie shouts causing his son to laugh. âSometimes adults forget to use there inside voice.â
âLikeâlike Jackieâs parents?â, he asks, you and your husband exchanging a knowing look.Â
Jackie was the little girl in the mobile home across the street and who Caleb played with on the weekends. At night, occasionally, you three would hear her parentâs fighting and sometimes she would come over for dinner just to get away.Â
âUm, yeah, buddy.â
âExcept not as mean. No mean names.â
âPfft yeah. No mean names. Mommy would kill me if I called her something mean.â, Eddie jokes as he makes a slicing motion with his finger and pretends to fall to the floor dead.
âI would.â, you widen your eyes playfully as he beams your way and you bend down to kiss his forehead. âAlright, go to sleep. I love you.â
âI love you to, mommy. Love you, daddy!â
âLove you to, freak. Ow!â, he chuckles when you lightly slap his chest before winking Calebâs way.Â
After closing his door and heading to your own bedroom, Eddie tugs you into his arms and hugs you to his chest.Â
âIâm sorry I was late and made you feel that way. I do care. Weâll get him everything he needs and Iâd be more than happy to watch him while you hang out with the girls. Heâs a cool kid and I know Wayne has been dying to see him.â
Pushing up on your toes, you tenderly kiss his lips.Â
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2006
âSo, tonight is the night, right?â, your therapist asked during your next session.
It had been a week since your conversation with Eddie on the trampoline and he had barely been home that entire time. You knew where he was because you passed the mechanic shop to get to work and his head was always stuck under the hood of a car he was repairing. Â
âYeah, my parents are doing their annual charity thing and weâre forced to be there.â, you sigh as your whole body deflates.Â
âNo one is really forcing you, Y/N. Youâre a grown woman who can tell her parents no.â The therapists head ticked to the side as your own hung. âWhy are you still afraid to stand up to them?â
âIâŚI donât know how.â, you whisper causing your husbandâs eyes to scan over you before glancing towards the therapist.Â
âShe did it once and it didnât end well.â, Eddie explained as he straightened his jacket and sat up a bit. âWhen she told her mom she was pregnant and marrying me, they told her she wasnât allowed and how âunbecomingâ it was for young ladies or some shit. She told her mom to fuck off and her dad got so pissed.â
You canât help but smile when he chuckles.Â
âI didnât actually say âfuck offâ but I did stand up for you. I just hated the things they were saying about how you were beneath us. Oh my God and then he came towards you like he was going to hit you.â
âYou jumped in front of me. I was so pissed off when we got home because you put yourself in harms way.â, he shakes his head before his eyes lock with yours.Â
âIâd do it again.â
When his toothy grin softened to a smirk, for a moment, you felt that spark again that ignited within you when you two first met. Did he feel it to?
âWhat happened after that? Why do you go to this event every year then?â, the therapist asks and the moment passes.Â
âHuh? Oh, appearances mostly. Since we got married, I wasnât viewed as much of a slut as some other single mothers in town. It was fucking stupid butâŚI wanted Caleb to have his grandparents and at least they were good at thatâ
âMhmm. But Caleb is 19 and in collegeâŚso why do you keep going?â
You blinked as you took in her words as if she just told you the weirdest thing you had ever heard. You genuinely hadnât thought about it, pretty much going on impulse at this point.Â
âI go for her.â, Eddie answers as he exhales and leans back on the couch. âI wasnât going to allow her to face that chaos by herself.â
âYouâve always been very protective over Y/N. Itâs definitely something I admire about your relationship.â
Your husband shrugs as his gaze shifts to the window behind her.Â
âSheâs my wife and the love of my life. Iâd do anything for herâŚeven leaveâŚif thatâs what she wants.â
To your therapist that seemed random but you understood. It was Eddieâs way of telling you that he didnât want a divorce but if you did, heâd understand.Â
âI donât want you to leave. I want you to fight.â
***
1997
âHey Grandma!â, Caleb shouts after you take off his jacket and hand it to the man your parents hired to work for the evening.Â
âShhhhhh. Now Caleb, how do we speak when at a social function?â
âWe use our inside voice and manners.â, he recited, your son smiling as your mother beams at him and leans down to kiss his cheek.Â
âGood boy! Oh my goodness look at you in your little suit. You look so handsome.â
âThank you maâam. My dad and I went to the store together.â
âOh? You never would have been able to guess with the ensemble heâs currently wearing.â
âMom.â, you scold as Eddieâs fingers twitch slightly around your waist.Â
âAlways good to see you, Angela. Would you look at that? Steve is by the bar. Excuse me.â
âMom, they both spent over an hour getting ready for this. Can you please be kind?â
âHm, I canât make any promises. Oh, Y/N, itâs Michael and his mother. Didnât you go to school with him?â
Pointing at something in the distance, you grab your sonâs hand and hastily make a getaway to where Steve, Nancy, and Eddie were gathering in a corner.Â
âHey, dude.â
âHi, Uncle Steve and Aunt Nancy.â, he grins as he leans in to give her a hug around her waist.Â
âAre your parents here to, Steve?â, you ask.
âOf course. Wouldnât miss a chance to show off their wealth for the world.â, the man sasses as he points to where they were mingling with other guests.Â
As the night wore on, you saw how it affected your husband as he continually either adjusted his uncomfortable clothes or did whatever he could to maintain a conversation with someone even though anyone that passed by usually only wanted to speak to Steve.Â
âY/N, you need to go talk to Michael before he leaves.â, your mom commands as she tries to pull on your arm.Â
âMom, no. Michael and I arenât friends nor will we ever be or anything else you try to push on me.â
Narrowing her eyes, she succeeds in pulling you away but instead of towards the other man, she guides you into your old bedroom.Â
âY/N, Iâm trying to help you here.â
âHow can Michael Wescott help me? I donât need anything from him.â
âYou need a better husband and father for that child.â
Your mouth falls open as her insult pierces your heart.Â
âMom, Eddie is a good husband and a wonderful father. He works hard for us both and I love him. Iâm sorry you canât see what an amazing man he is.â
âNo but I can see my only child living in a trailer with barely enough means to get by. Honey, he still hasnât even gotten you a proper engagement ring and itâs been 10 years!â
âIâm taking them both out of here right now! You never took the time to get to know him like I did. If you had you would see why I love him with all my heart!â
As you open the door, you were met with your husband chugging back the last of the liquid in his glass before tossing it onto the floor where it shattered.Â
âEddieâŚâ
Without saying a word, he grabbed your hand and collected his son so the three of you could leave.Â
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2006
âWhat do you think?â, you ask as you step into the living room and display your blue, spaghetti strap evening dress with your hair pulled up and away from your face.
Eddie tore his eyes from the mirror where he had been straightening his tie and when they landed on you, he felt his heart skip a beat.Â
âI thinkâŚwow, you look fucking amazing, princess.â
It had been so long since you heard him call you that and a heavy sigh left your lips at the sound.
âTh-Thank you, baby.â
Smiling softly, he extended his arm for you to take and guided you to your car. The entire drive to your parentâs house, you took an opportunity you hadnât in a long time and rested your head on his shoulder. His chest heaved but he leaned his head on your own as his palm rested on your thigh.Â
âI think you look handsome to by the way.â, you grin as he pulls into the driveway, flashing you a nervous smile with a little chuckle.Â
âThanks. Letâs see what sarcastic comment your parents have to say. Iâm guessing something about me not trying or maybe Iâve gotten too fat to wear a suit.â
âEddieâŚyouâre notâŚdonât say it like that.â
âLike what? Itâs true, I mean Iâm not as scrawny as I was 20 years ago.â
âI like the way you look.â, you sigh before turning to open the car door but his hand on your bicep stops you and your eyes meet his. âWe can go back home if you want. Steve and Nancy canât make it and Caleb isnât here soââ
âSo itâs ok for me to leave you to handle your parents alone while they talk shit about me?â
âUgh, nevermind.â, you huff as you step out and saunter towards the front door.Â
âY/N, wait. I didnât mean it likeââ
âY/N! Thereâs my little girl.â, your father grins wide as he wraps his arms around you. âWhere is my grandson?â
âHe went back to school a couple of weeks ok, dad.â
âAw thatâs too bad.â Ignoring Eddieâs extended hand, your dad drags you further into the house to find your mother who also ignores your husband as she gives you a hug.
âOh, baby, you look so beautiful.â
âThank you. Eddie looks really good as well tonight donât you think?â
âEdward, oh my. Didnât even see you there, honey, which is shocking given how much weight youâve gained since we last saw you.â
âMOM!â
âWhat!? Iâm just sayingââ
âNo, no, sweetheart. Itâs alright. I have put on a couple of pounds but in all the right places. I mean, Iâm not just slouching forward because Iâm lazy. You know what I mean, Norman.â, Eddie winks as he pats your dad on the arm while you try to contain your smile and for added effect he reaches down to adjust the bulge in his slacks. âExcuse me while I go mingle.â
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1984
âI think this is the best Halloween Iâve ever had.â, you beam as Eddie chuckles beside you, continuing to slowly turn the merry go round you two were sitting on with his foot. âI think this is the first year I havenât dressed up like a princess.â
âWell, Sarah Conner, youâre still a princess to me.â, he grins as he hands you another piece of candy. âAre you cold? You can wear my jacket if you want to.â
âNo, Kyle Reese. I think Iâm alright.â
His smile widens as you lay back and he does the same, placing his bag of treats and fake rifle that rounded out his ensemble above your heads.Â
âMy parentâs always do that masquerade thing for Halloween and I always hated it.â
âI can imagine. Being stuck inside with stuffy adults in those Victorian costumes would drive me crazy to. Then again being stuck inside with Wayne in a trailer watching reruns of Stephen King movies isnât exactly thrilling either.â
Eddie grins when you laugh before it tapers off and you both just lay there in each otherâs presence. You had been dating this metalhead for about a month and you appreciated him taking things slow with you but as your eyes scanned him over you suddenly wanted more.Â
âThank you for taking me out tonight and showing me a good time.â
âOf course, sweetheart. I like spending time with you.â
âI was wonderingâŚcould youâŚshow me something else?â
Eddieâs foot drags along the ground forcing the merry go round to jerk to a stop as he pushes up onto his elbow to look down at you.Â
âW-What, um, what would you like me to, uh, show you?â, he stuttered nervously making you giggle a bit.Â
âCould youâŚshow me how toâŚkiss a boy?â
âI mean, Iâve never kissed a boy myself butâŚâ, he laughs through his teeth and your smile grows. âYeah, I can show you.â
Your eyes remained locked on his as his palm comes down to cup one of your cheeks and he gradually lowers himself till his lips are hovering just above your own. His breath smells like chocolate and nicotine but thereâs also a hint of something else you desperately wanted to identify. As his thumb tenderly caressed your skin, his mouth finally connected to yours and as soon as they did you felt your entire body come to life.Â
It was a soft kiss at first but soon grew bolder when you figured out what that additional something else was, Eddie. That was the best way to describe it and it tasted so good that your hand snuck just below his ear to hold him closer.Â
Your hips twisted to be closer to him and he didnât miss a beat as his palm slid down you back to press your lower half harder against him.Â
âEddie.â, you whimper involuntarily as his mouth released yours long enough to catch his breath before diving back in just as eagerly. âEddie, Eddie, wait.â
At your firm command, his hand came back up to cup your cheek.Â
âAre you alright? Did IâŚDid I go too far?â
âNo, no. I justâŚthis is all new to me. I want to go slow.â
âIâŚI understand. I understand.â, he panted as he wiped your spit from his lips and winced slightly as he rolled over back onto his back.Â
It took you a moment but when your eyes glanced along his body, you noticed the large bulge pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.Â
âIâm sorry.â, you whisper with a slight crack in your tone that has his head shooting up to look your way before following your eyeline.Â
âHey, sweetheart, no. No reason to be sorry. Iâll be ok. Trust me, Iâm a guy with all the hormones. Iâve gotten boners in pretty uncomfortable scenarios believe me.â, he laughs hoping to make you laugh as well. âDonât ever be sorry about this kind of stuff. I can go as slow as you need me to and Iâll be here, babe. I, um, I really like youâŚa lot.â
Taking ahold of you, he maneuvers you by his side with your head on his chest.Â
âI like you a lot to.â
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2006
You watch with a small smile on your face as your husband talks with some of the other guests at the party and you couldnât help but think of your therapistâs question as you sipped your drink.Â
Why did you keep coming here?Â
Habit maybe? Until you met Eddie you really did do everything they wanted completely unsure of what else you should be doing. You went to all their events, smiled, and spoke to anyone they told you to, even wearing clothes they suggested because you had yet to really find your sense of self. When you met the metalhead, he showed you a completely different world that you absolutely enjoyed and loved experiencing with him.Â
Even when you both got married and had Caleb, you couldnât picture anyone else you wanted that life with other than him. Sometimes you wondered what life would be like if you hadnât met Eddie. You pictured an unhappy girl married to an equally unhappy man who was incredibly vain and never home to see his children.Â
Your husband was a wonderful father and a good man to you both. Even now with your marital problems, he still came to therapy with you and never once cheated or hurt you.Â
âY/N!â, you mother called interrupting your thoughts. âBaby, look who I found.â
You didnât even try to hide your sigh when she pushed Michael forward to shake your hand.Â
âMichael. How have you been?â
âOh, Iâve been good. I just closed a big case and made partner at my firm.â
Your eyes widened sarcastically as you nodded while your mom got a bit too excited, clapping her hands and congratulating him.Â
âThatâs so amazing! Isnât it amazing, Y/N?â
âSuper. Iâm, um, Iâm just going toâŚâ As you point towards the balcony, your mother grabs your wrist.
âY/N, be polite and take him with you.â, she whispers.
âI donât want to be polite.â, you growl as you pull your arm out of her grasp. âIâm married mom. I have been for 20 years to the man I love and have a son with. Stop pushing Michael on me which by the way is super weird that heâs still single after all this time. Didnât that thought ever occur to you?â
âNo because all I thought about was how my daughter deserves better than a man she was forced to marry because he got her pregnant.â
Rolling your eyes, you hurry outside onto the balcony by the pool and inhale the night air as you try to calm down.Â
âHey Y/N.â Sighing, you turn to face Michael who was slowly walking towards you with his hands in the air. âI just wanted to come and apologize for all that back there. Iâve never been the one to ask your mom to introduce me. She does that on her own.â
âYeah, she does that.â Your eyes scan him over before giving him a polite smile. âThank you for coming over to apologize. I really appreciate that.â
âItâs no problem. My own mom is a bit pushy to so I get it then again I havenât gotten married yet so that could be the problem.â, he chuckles and you canât help but laugh with him.Â
***
2002
Eddie storms into the house after work and slams his keys loudly down on the table before heading to the fridge to pop open a bottle of beer. Slowly getting up from the couch you meet him halfway as his fury filled eyes meet yours.Â
âSo are you going to tell me why youâre upset orâŚâ
âDoesnât matter.â, he grumps as he stalks towards the sofa and hurls his body onto it.Â
âObviously it does so why donât you quit with the foreplay and just tell me.â
When he doesnât answer, you shrug and head for your bedroom, smirking to yourself slightly when you hear his boots bang against the floor as he follows.Â
âI came to visit you at work today. Thought maybe we could have lunch or something.â
âOkâŚand you didnât becauseâŚ?â
âBecause when I got there you were flirting with some asshole.â
âIâm sorry what?â, you ask genuinely confused with a hint of sarcasm.Â
âOh, you donât know who Iâm talking about? Tall, black hair, young, looks like Johnny Depp in Nightmare on Elm Street.â When you giggle, his eyes darken. âDonât laugh at me.â
âIâm sorry. I donât mean to but I just canât believe youâre actually fucking jealous of a twenty-year-old who has a girlfriend by the way. What the fuck is wrong with you? After all this time why would you think I would cheat on you now with some kid from work?â, you reply sarcastically.
âWell, Y/N, youâre not fucking me! SoâŚâ
Your eyes widen in shock and you wonder if he can see your heart break. Controlling any tears from escaping, your jaw tightens as you tilt your head.
âYouâre right Iâm not. Maybe I should fuck him. Wouldnât be the first time I slept with someone who was beneath me.â
It was an automatic reaction that had Eddie moving before he could stop himself. His hands were around your biceps and suddenly you were against the wall with his nose just inches from your own. His chest rose and fell as angry breaths escaped his nose.Â
As quickly as it came, it left with a blink as you saw the darkness recede and the man you fell in love with take over again. His mouth fell open as his eyes continued to run up and down your body as if he was trying to figure out what just happened.
âMom?âÂ
Both your heads turned to see your teenage son leaning in the doorway with a concerned look painted on his features.Â
âIs everything ok?â
âYeah, baby, Iâm fine. I just had the worst day and your dad was trying to make me feel better. Are you hungry, Caleb? Do you want something to eat?â
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie fold himself as he took a few steps away from you.Â
âUm, yeah, but I can make myself somethingââ
âOh, donât be silly. Just give me one moment, ok?â
Nodding, he turned to head towards the kitchen but when you swiveled around to face your husband, he had already disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door.
***
2006
Eddie loved watching you interact with people. He knew who you were before he even introduced himself having seen you skip happily around the school with your books close to your chest like Molly Ringwald in any John Hughes movie. You spoke with your hands and smiled as you nodded your head as you seemingly absorbed what people were saying to take a piece of it with you.Â
You had always made him feel heard.Â
The metalhead thought he didnât have a chance with a girl like you but when your beautiful eyes landed on him after bumping into him in the library, he knew he had to try.Â
Over the past twenty years, he felt like he slowly watched that light leave you and he knew it was his fault. Just like his dad did with his mother, it was unavoidable.Â
Going outside to get away from the people in your parentâs house, he leaned over the rail wishing he could smoke but knew if your mom smelled it on him she would have something to say and he didnât want to deal with all that right now.Â
Suddenly, Eddie heard a sigh in the air and as he peaked around the corner, he saw you exhaling into the night sky.Â
The way the wind moved your hair had him smitten all over again as he remembered cold nights of you two sitting on his bed with the window open after making love and you in one of his shirts as you leaned your head outside to feel the breeze while he smoked.Â
You would smile and he would randomly reach out to touch your face wondering what the fuck you were doing with him.Â
Eddie couldnât help but huff when another man came out to talk to you.Â
Michael; the asshole your mom kept pushing your way.Â
You seemed annoyed at first but then you laughed. God, he adored that sound more than anything in the world. The first time Caleb laughed he silently thanked the heavens it sounded exactly like yours.Â
âI said no.â, you shouted sternly with eyes filled with anger.Â
Pushing at his chest, you tried to walk away but Michael grabbed your forearm to turn you around and Eddie saw red.
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1986
As Eddie starts to take off his suit jacket, he notices you staring at yourself in the mirror above his dresser as you carefully untangle your hair from the veil you had clipped into it.Â
An idea crosses his mind and he digs through his records before popping in a cassette and waiting for it to play.Â
Meeting his eyes in your reflection, you giggle as the synth fills the room and he reaches for your palm that you eagerly take. Wrapping his arms around your waist, you do the same around his neck as you both begin to sway to the music.Â
âWhen you love someone It feels so right, so warm and true I need to know if you feel it too Maybe I'm wrong Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?â
As he sings along, your smile grows and at the chorus he scrunches his face as he obnoxious belts out the lyrics.
âI've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life I've been waiting for a girl like you, you're a love that will survive I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my lifeâ
âYouâre such a dork, Eddie Munson.â
âYeah, but Iâm your dork, Y/N Munson.â At the use of your new name, you tilt up on your toes to kiss his lips and lean your head against his chest. âWhatâs wrong, princess? Thinking about your parents?â
You nod as you continue to sway to the music.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/N. Iâm sure this isnât exactly how you pictured your wedding day butââ
âShhhhh.â, you shush as you tilt back and place a finger over his mouth. âI had a great day, baby. Yeah, I wish my mom and dad could accept us but I love you so much. I canât wait to see what our future holds.â
He sighs as he kisses you again and holds you to him once more.Â
âI love you to, sweetheart. Youâre safe with me and I promise Iâll do whatever it takes to give you a happy life.â
âAs long as I have you, Iâm happy.â
***
2006
âExcuse me?â, you ask the man beside you hoping you didnât hear him correctly.
âCome on. You heard me. You deserve better than the life you have and you we both know people like us arenât trailer trash.â
âDefine âpeople like meâ.â
Gesturing towards your parentâs house, he raises an eyebrow as if to signal it should be obvious.
âWow, no wonder my mother chose you. Youâre a fucking asshole.â
âThat may be but why donât you let me take you out to dinner and show you what youâre missing out on.â
âUm, no thanks. Iâll pass.â
As you stand, Michael suddenly blocks you with his body.
âCome on, baby.â
âI said no.â
While trying to walk away, the man grabs your forearm and turns you around, pulling you to his chest.
âIâm not a man you say no to, Y/N.â
âAnd Iâm not a woman you grab. Now let me go.â
When he doesnât release you, you raise your hand and hit him hard in the face causing him to let you go. You expected and braced to fall onto the concrete so when strong palms catch you, youâre surprised.Â
After making sure youâre on both feet and ok, Eddie turns to shove the man hard backward.Â
âDonât ever put your hands on my wife.â
âOr what?â, the man challenges and your husband accepts as he steps forward before you grip his arm to stop him.Â
Placing a protective arm around you, Eddie guides you towards the house to head towards the front door.Â
âShe could have had a good life, Munson! A big house, fancy jewelry, and anything she could want and more. She wouldnât even have to ask. With my last name things would be handed to her willingly.âÂ
You saw his jaw tighten as Michael spoke but he continued to ignore him as he grabbed your coat and held it open for you to put your arms through. Â
âWhatâs going on?â, your father asked as he came up from the side.Â
âIâm a respected member of Hawkins whose parents helped mold this town. You were just a trailer trash, burn out whose own parents were scum.â
Right as his palm touched the door, he froze and you both listened as the other man stepped closer behind you.Â
âGuys like you, Munson, are meant to be the âgood timeâ before women like her marry respectable men like me. Jesus⌠Your dad was a failure, youâre a failure, and if the accidental pregnancy is any indication so will Caleb. His whole fucking conception was a mistake.â
It was abrupt to everyone in the room except you when Eddieâs fist flew hitting Michael square in the jaw. You didnât even try to stop him as he headed towards him to hit him more before your parents intervened.Â
âThat is enough! I will not have this behavior in front of my quests in my own house.â, your mother scolded as she pointed her boney finger at your husband.
âI put up with a lot of bullshit. For over twenty years, Iâve let you ridicule and insult me, put down me and my family, and listen to you whisper in my wifeâs ear that she can do better. I have put myself through the ringer including getting on my hands and knees to beg you people to come to our weddingâŚâ
Your eyes scanned him over as tears began to fall from your eyes and your mouth fell open.Â
ââŚyet Iâm still just fucking trailer trash that ruined her life? Fuck. You. Yeah, you heard me. We may have had a son and gotten married a bit faster than ânormal peopleâ but I always loved your daughter. You think she doesnât deserve a man like me but over 22 years Iâve learned that she never deserved you as parents. We may have our problems but thank GOD we are nothing like you.âÂ
âGet out NOW before I call the police! You are no longer welcome here.â Your father shouts as Eddie searches for you, thankful when your hand intertwines with his. âY/N Y/L/N. If you leave with this man, you will not be welcome back into this house or this family. Any inheritance will be spread elsewhere.â
Chuckling under your breath, you turn to face them still holding the man you love.Â
âHonestly, you can take my inheritance and shove it up your ass.â People around the room gasp at your comment as your parents take a step back. âI havenât been a part of this family since I got pregnant and the only reason weâve put up with you is because of Caleb.â
âY/Nââ
âNo! Jesus, mom, think about it. Eddie may not come from money but at least he doesnât call my son a mistake.â, you growl towards Michael. âHeâs a good man but you canât look past your own selfishness to see that. If you want to apologize to me and my husband you know where we are. Until then, fuck you.â
As you both turn to leave, you pause to face them one more time.Â
âOh, and itâs Y/N Munson, not Y/L/N.â
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1985
âI have a confession to make.â, Eddie breathily laughs as he holds the condom between his fingers. âIâve never done this beforeâŚsexâŚlike actual sex. Iâve done stuff but not likeâŚfuck Iâm coming off like an ass.â
You smile as you sit up with his blanket wrapped around your naked body and lean your cheek on his shoulder.Â
âNo, baby, youâre not. Iâve neverâŚyouâre going to be my first to.â
Swallowing, he tilts forward to kiss your forehead.Â
âI just donât want you to be disappointed.â, he whispers.
âAs long as Iâm with you, I wonât be. I trust you, Eddie.â
Reaching over him, you take the condom from his hand and tear it open like they showed students in health class before sliding it onto his hard, leaking cock. The metalhead hisses slightly at your touch, holding his breath as your palm rubs along his shaft through the rubber barrier.Â
âHow does that feel?â, you murmur as your eyes watch his face.Â
âFeelsâŚgood.â When he finally opens his own eyes and sees your smile, he realizes you were asking about the condom. âOh, I mean, yeah. That feels good to. Itâs on there correctly. Iâm just going to stop talking.â
Shaking your head, you take hold of his biceps and pull him on top of you, adjusting the blanket over you both.Â
âDonât you dare. I need to hear you.â
âO-Okay.â
Opening your legs wider for him, Eddie reaches between your bodies to take hold of himself and run the head of his length between your folds.
You jump slightly, licking your lips as he occasionally grazes your clit.Â
âIâmâfuckâIâm gonna lean back on my knees. Is that ok? I feel like Iâll have more control so I donâtâŚI donât hurt you as much.â
After getting your ok, he pushes up onto his knees and continues to run himself between your pussy lips while his free hand massages your thigh.
âYouâre so beautiful, sweetheart. Iâm going to push in now, ok? If you want me to stop just let me know.â
Before this moment, Eddie had asked Steve a ton of questions about what he should do and how best to not hurt you. Nothing, however, prepared him for the immense pleasure he felt when he gradually began guiding his cock inside of you.
âOhâOh my God.â
âAre you alright?â
âY-Yeah, baby. Justâfuckâyou feel so fucking good.â
âI do?â
When he aggressively nods his head, you both feel your pussy flutter around him making you both moan; him much louder than you. You were doing all right as he continued, the stretch of him burning but not enough to want to stop. It wasnât until he had half his cock inside you that you sucked in a breath and his eyes shot up to see yours squeeze closed as your face scrunched in pain.
âDo you need me to stop?â
âN-No. No. Just hang on a minute.â
Nodding, he remembered something his friend told him and you listened as he licked his thumb and gently rubbed slow circles against your clit.Â
âOh f-fuck, Eddie.â
âYeah, honey? Does that feel good? Fuck me. Iâm gonna thrust a bit but I wonât go deeper till you tell me.â
You allowed him to do that till you felt the pain subside and pleasure begin to take over again. Reaching for his arms, you brought him down till he was hovering over you once more and you wrapped your legs around his waist.Â
âMore.â
âYou want more?â, Eddie whispered against your lips before placing a tender kiss against them as he pushed deeper inside of you. âFuck, Y/N. You are so tight around my dick. Iâm almost all the way in.â
âGive it to me, baby, please.â
âOh my god.â, he mewled as his lips attached to your neck and your arms wrapped around his shoulders. With a rough roll of his hips, you felt the head of his cock nudge something only his fingers had ever touched and your nails dug into his skin as he grunted into yours.Â
âJusâJust like that, Eddie.â
âLike that? Can I take over, baby? Is that ok?â
When you nod, his entire body falls flat against your own with his hand snaking behind your head to hold to him as your own hands slid to his lower back as if to guide his movements. His rhythm hastened and the grunts that were echoing in your ears were the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.Â
He seemed to get almost lost in the experience as his hips were hitting you so hard his bed underneath you began to shake. That familiar feeling built up in your stomach but much intensely than you had ever felt before.Â
âEddieâŚI think IâmâŚabout to cum.â
As your cunt clung tightly to him, you shuttered against him as the coil snapped.Â
âOh my GodâŚY/NâŚâ His pace sputtered as he a bit aggressively slammed his hips against your own as a strangled moan fell from his lips and his full body weight collapsed on top of you.Â
You both panted as you tried to catch your breathes, him gently kissing your cheek before carefully pushing up onto his palms.Â
âOw.â, you groaned as your hand abruptly flew to his back to stop him. âGo slow.â
Nodding, he kissed your forehead and allowed you to guide him as you pressed your palm to the lower half of his tummy while he gradually removed his now soft cock from your extremely sore entrance.
After removing and tying off the condom, he threw it in the trash and rose to his feet.Â
âDo you think you can walk to the shower?â
âIâŚdonât think soâŚit really hurts.â
Eddie blinks as he almost haphazardly picks you up and quickly scurries to the bathroom.Â
âOh, Y/N. Fuck. I was too rough wasnât I? Fuck!â
Following his eyeline, you see the light blood that was attached to your thigh and you canât help but smile as you grab his wrist to bring him to you.Â
âEddie, baby, thatâs normal. Or at least thatâs what the sex ed teacher says after girls lose their virginity.â
Relief paints his face before he guides you into the shower and stands with you under the hot water.Â
âWas IâŚto rough? I justâŚI tried to do everything so it didnât hurt you but I think near the end thereââ
âI love when you get all nervous and stutter.â, you giggle as you tilt up to kiss his lips. âYou werenât too rough. I have a feeling Iâm going to feel you the next couple of days andâŚI donât mind.â You smile when his breathing hiccups a bit at your admission. âDid youâŚwas IâŚdid you like being with me?â
Eddie chuckled a bit under his breath as if you had asked him the most ridiculous question he had ever heard.Â
âY/N, I loved being with you. I love youâŚso much, pretty girl.â
Circling your arms around him, you held him tightly as he does the same.Â
âI love you to.â
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2006
Silently, you both entered your home and Eddieâs eyes followed you as you disappeared before reappearing with the first aid kit you kept in the bathroom. After taking off his jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and automatically held his hand out for you so you could clean the cuts on his knuckles.Â
When he hissed loudly, you jumped as panic flooded your face before you realized he was playing with you and you lightly hit his chest with the back of your hand as he laughed through his teeth.Â
âDork.â
âI never stopped.â
âBeing a dork? I know.â
âNo, loving you.â When your gaze shifted to meet his, he continued. âYou asked me that night on the trampoline if I still loved you. Iâve never stopped loving you.â
Swallowing your tears, you threw the cotton ball onto the table at your side and reached for the gauze to tape around his cuts.Â
âWhy didnât you say that at the time? You just left.â
âI hated that I made you think for one minute that I didnât. That I made youâŚquestion it.â
Biting your cheek, you wonder if you should tell him whatâs on your mind but since heâs being so open, you wanted to return the favor.
âIâve been wondering for a while. I just feel like we arenât the same, you know? Iâve spent so much time going over our marriage wondering what happened. WonderingâŚwhat I did wrong.â
When your voice cracked, Eddie scooted closer to you and took his hand out of your grasp to lift your face.
âYou did nothing wrong, Y/N. Do you hear me?â, he replied sternly as his thumb tried to catch any lingering tears that fell. âIf anything, I did. There were times I saw myself becoming my father andââ
âEddie Munson, what the fuck are you talking about? You are nothing like your dad.â
Shaking his head, he released you from his hold as his eyes searched through the void, trying to find the words to express what he was feeling properly.Â
âYour parents and people in this town always said I was ruining your life especially after I got you pregnant. No, hey. Let me get this out.â, he scolded as your mouth opened to interrupt him. âPlease. I told myself they were fucking stupid because no one knew and understood you like I did. I loved my life with you. The first time I heard my last name attached to your first, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. The first time I held Caleb in my arms, all my fears of being dad just melted away.
It wasnât until I tried to find us a house but all we could afford and get approved for was this mobile piece of shit.â, he sighs as he gestures around you two. âThat was the first time I felt like I failed you but I pushed it down, you know? Then our 5-year anniversary rolled around and I still hadnât gotten you a proper ring. 10 years and we still couldnât get a house. When Caleb was nine and you wanted the three of us to go on vacation but that storm blew in and damaged the car so we couldnât afford it. With every fight and every sad look on your face, I blamed myself but I pushed it away untilâŚâ
âUntil what?â, you encouraged.Â
âThere was that night I came home and accused you of cheating. I said those things⌠and then I pushed you⌠listened to you cover for me with Caleb. I just saw my own childhood and everything my mom went through before she died⌠I didnât know how toâŚâ
âEddie why didnât you say anything? We could have talked about it. YouâŚâ, you sigh as you close your eyes and try to think. âWe both said some things that night andâŚyouâre nothing like him, honey. Youâve always been such an amazing father and husband. GodâŚI felt you pulling away and I didnât know how to get you back. Eddie, if for one moment I thought you were like him I never would have married you.â
âI just didnât want to hurt you again. I didnât realize by doing that and keeping my distance so to speak I was anyway. Iâm so sorry, Y/N.â
You wrap your arms around him, hugging him close to your chest.Â
âIâm sorry to.â, you whimper into his shoulder before pulling back to run your fingers through his hair. âI donât care about theâŚhouse and the ring by the way. As long as Iâm with you none of that matters.â
His chocolate eyes search your features before Eddie slightly nods and rises to his feet. You listen to him scrounge around your shared bedroom before he suddenly reappears and places himself beside you again.Â
âI was going to give this to you on our actual anniversary but I think now is the right time.â, he smiles and hands you a tiny box with purple bow on top.Â
Smirking his way, you remove the wrapping and time seems to stop as you open the box to see a beautiful ring inside. The red diamond stone was nestled into its nook making it look like a rose with vines circling around the silver band and skulls on either side. Your husbandâs gaze continually scanned over your face trying to gage if you liked it or not.Â
âI, um, it took me a while to save for this but when Caleb got that scholarship for his college I felt more comfortable putting more and more money away for this. I-I-I wanted to make sure it had the skulls since you like my ring so much and then I got theâthe red stone because you were always such a welcome contrast to my dark, nerdy lifestyle growing up.â, he chuckles as he watches you slide it slowly onto your finger. âDo you like it? If-If not, I can return it and maybe we can go togetherââ
Your lips cut him off as they crash to his own.Â
âItâs perfect, Eddie. I love it. I love you.â
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2005
âOh, mom, donât cry. Iâm not going away forever.â, Caleb teases as he tries to calm you while you cling to him with your arms circled around his waist.Â
âI canât help it. Iâm just so proud of you.â
Your husband laughs behind you as he steps forward and delicately pries you away from your son.Â
âCome on, Y/N. Kid has a plane to catch.â
Nodding, you release him fully before tilting up to kiss his cheek.Â
âNow remember if you need anythingââ
âI know, mom! I know. Just call.â, he giggles making you smile.Â
After taking a step back, Eddie takes a step forward and pulls his son into his embrace. It always amazed you how similar they both looked especially as Caleb got older. Even though your son kept his hair short, the brown waves had a mind of their own making styling a nightmare when he was smaller. As a teenager, he just decided to leave it be and let it run wild on his head. He seemed to have your laugh and nose but his smile and eyes were all Eddie.Â
âLet us know when you land and tell us how your first day goes. Iâm still curious what one does in analytical ethics.â, your husband laughs as Caleb smiles. âI love you, son. Iâm so proud of you.â
âI love you to, dad.â
Saying goodbye one last time, you lean into Eddieâs side as you both watch your only child head towards security.
âAre you alright?â
âI donât know.â, you answer honestly. âYou?â
âI donât know either. I know Iâm going to miss him but I think we did a good job raising him into an adult.â
Turning fully into his chest, he held you tightly to him and gently pet your head as he listened to you cry.Â
***
Your back hits the hallway wall hard as both your lips refuse to detach from the other. There was a needy, feverish energy between you and Eddie that had spent years building and was now exploding in a flurry of heated touches.Â
Your hand slid down his chest to the prominent bulge in his slacks and you both groaned as he rolled his hips against your palm.Â
âFuck, Eddie, please. Let meâŚlet me taste you. Itâs been so long.â
His lips donât leave yours but you hear the clanking of his belt as he unbuckles it and pushes down his pants. Leaving tender little kisses on his skin along your path down to your knees, your husband exhales heavily when your fingers wrap around him and your tongue licks the little droplets of precum that lingered on the tip.Â
âShit, sweetheart. Iâve missed your mouth.â
Pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail, you feel his eyes on you as he mewls and watches you take him all the way to the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down, relishing the sounds of him falling apart as he gradually thrusts his hips against your movements.Â
Your eyes lock as you glance up, knowing what youâre about to do will drive him crazy. Clinging to his thighs, you descend lower onto his cock, and freeze allowing your throat to constrict around him as you slightly gag.Â
âFUCK, baby! ThatâsâŚThatâs it.â When you pull back, you stroke your spit with your hand along his shaft before doing it again and feeling giddy when you see his eyes squeeze shut. âFuck, fuck, fuck. ComeâŚcome here, pretty girl.â
Pulling you up by your bicep, you still continue to stroke him while he licks two of his fingers and reaches down to rub your clit as his forehead falls on yours.Â
âJesus, youâre so fucking wet. Listen to howâmmphâhow fucking wet she is.â, he whispers as he guides two of his fingers into your entrance. âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N. Yourâfuckâyour little pussy just tightened around my fingers. Do you like hearing me talk to you while my fingers are inside you?â
âY-Yes. Fuck, yes Eddie. I missed it so much.â
Pressing his body against yours, his arm locked at the elbow as his rhythm hastened.Â
âCum for me, princess. I want you to drench my hand so I can smell you. I love the way you smell, taste, and feel. Iâoh my GodâI love that youâre mine.â
Your arms circle around his shoulders as you cling to him tightly.Â
âS-Say it again.â
His sexy chuckle has your eyes rolling as he tilts down to kiss the shell of your ear.Â
âYouâre mine, Y/N. Youâve always been mine. Youâre my everything, sweetheart.â
Your body trembles as the coil snaps and you grind your hips against his digits to elongate your high.Â
âMore.â
Eddie didnât waste a second as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom causing you to giggle when he light-heartedly tossed you onto the bed. After pulling off your dress and removing the rest of his own attire, he kissed up your back as you laid on your tummy waiting for him.Â
âIâm not too heavy right?â, he asks as he lays some of his weight against you.Â
Pressing your back up against his chest, you twist your head to reach his lips.Â
âNo, baby. You feel good.â Smiling, he reaches between your bodies and guides his cock into your cunt. âF-Fuck, Eddie.â
âI know, sweetie, I know.â, he murmurs as his hand intertwines with yours by your head. âStill so fucking tight.â, he babbles as he does little thrusts to help you get reaccustomed to his size.Â
You never needed much time; you loved the stretch and the slight delicious burn that followed before pleasure fully took over.Â
âPlease, baby. I need you.â
âYou need me, Y/N?â
âAlways.â
Trying to keep as much of his weight on his elbows, Eddie began pumping his hips and you both moaned at the feeling of each other again. Throughout the last few years of your marriage, there had been quickies with no real thought behind it, just the need for a release. The last year and a half you two hadnât done anything at all and it killed you.Â
Feeling him this close to you as he moaned and whispered in your ear was everything to you and more.Â
âHey. Hey, hey, hey.â, Eddie cooed as he brushed some of your hair away from your face. âWhatâs wrong, honey? Why are you crying?â
âI justâŚI missed you so much. I knowâŚyouâve been here butâŚyou havenât really beenâŚhere.â
âI know, baby. Iâm so sorry. Thatâs never going to happen again because you know how⌠I was always waiting for a girl like youâŚâ Your husband grins widely at the sound of your laugh as he lightly continues to sing. ââŚto come into my life. I love you, Y/N.â
After kissing the back of his hand, Eddie starts thrusting into you again, leaving little pecks below your ear as you moan his name encouragingly. Laying his full weight against your back, he rolls his hips pushing his length so deep inside you, your eyes practically roll out of your skull.Â
âFuck, Ed-Eddie. Just like that. Soâso deep.â
Tattooed arms wrap around you and your husband brings you with him as he falls onto his side, his palm digging into your thigh as he lifts your leg in the air.Â
âCum for me, pretty girl. Cum on my dick.â Licking your fingers, you bring them down to rub your clit in fast circles, matching his pace as he pounds into you. âAtta girl. You got it, sweetheart.â
When he felt your body begin to shake, he dropped your leg, hugging you flat against his chest and stomach as he slammed his cock roughly into that sensitive spot inside till you both felt the coil snap once more.
âAh my God. Good girl. Good girl, baby. Iâm gonna cum to.â
âMmphâplease, baby. Cum inside me. Please, Eddie.â
A strangled string of grunts left his lips as he rutted against you till his limbs squeezed you tightly and you felt him warm your insides.Â
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1984
âOof, Jesus fucking shit!â, Eddie shouted as something hard bumped into his back.Â
âEdward Munson!â, the librarian whisper screeched his way as he held up his palm to silently apologize.Â
When he turned around to see what asshole hit him, his intense eyes landed on your worried ones.Â
âI am so sorry. I was trying to get that book up there but I tripped. Iâm so sorry.â
Time seemed to freeze as the metalhead visually took you in. He had seen you around before talking with other members of the student body. You were in a school ran club like Student Council so you seemed to easily flow through each clique even going to the ones your âfriendsâ never seemed to want to talk to.Â
He remembered Gareth talking about you in passing saying that you were incredibly sweet for a âpreppy, rich girlâ. Looking at you now, he couldnât help but wonder if there was more to you than what was on the surface.Â
âUm, again. Iâm sorry. I hope I didnât hurt you.â
âHuh? Oh, no, excuse me. Iâm being an asshole. Iâm fine. No, physical damage.â
âBut thereâs emotional damage?â, you tease eliciting a soft smile from him.Â
âOf course. Itâs not every day a beautiful girl pushes me. Iâm going to be expecting that all the time and my hearts going to get broken when it doesnât.â
âHm, well, there are plenty of beautiful girls at this school so I promise it will happen again.â
âNone of them are as beautiful as you.â
You blinked, taken aback by his confidence as you blushed and smirked his way. Eddie would later tell you he had no idea where that confidence came from but it was always the truth.Â
The older boy smiled as he reached above you effortlessly to grab the book you had been trying to get before holding it out for you to take.Â
âIâm Eddie. Eddie Munson.â
After taking the book, you reach into your bag and grab a pen before taking a hold of his arm. When your fingers touched his skin, an electricity ignited through him that he had never felt before and he had to control the urge to hug you to his chest.
âThatâs my phone number, Eddie Munson. You should call me some time. Iâll be home after school today⌠around 4.â
âO-Okay. Iâll, um, I mean I should be free around that time.â
Eddie flushed with embarrassment as he tried to come off as nonchalant as you giggle lightheartedly at him stuttering over his words. He learned in that moment he adored the sound of your laugh.Â
âI canât wait. Iâm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.â
***
You stirred at the sound of your phone ringing, reaching over to grab the cordless from the receiver.Â
âHello?â
âShit. Hey, mom. Sorry, I didnât mean to wake you.â
âNo, baby. Itâs alright. Is everything ok?â
âYeah, I just wanted to check in since I know last night was grandma and grandpaâs charity thing. Everything go alright or were they rude as usual?â
âRude as usual.â, you sigh as you roll onto your back and grin at Eddieâs completely knocked out frame. âYour father punched somebody.â
âOh, go dad.â, he laughed. âIâm sure that person deserved it knowing him. Iâm really sorry. Grandma and Grandpa are old fashioned, you know? Maybe one day theyâll catch up with the times.â
âYeah but if not thatâs ok. I have you both.â
âYeahâŚI love you, mom. I loved my childhood and Iâm proud to be your son; you and dad. Fuck, Hawkins.â
âCalebâŚyouâre going to make me cry.â, you start to hiccup before he giggles again. âDid you want to talk to Eddie?â
âNaw, let him sleep and Iâll talk to him later. Iâd text him but he hasnât quite figured that part of technology out yet.â
âOh yeah no. When it comes to technology, he turns into Wayne. âWhy are the buttons so small? Why do I have to push it four times to get to one letter!ââ, you mimic as you and your son laugh.Â
âYou two are rude.â, Eddie responds groggily as he rubs his eyes with his hands.Â
âUh oh, Caleb. We got caught.â, you tease. âAlright, baby. Have fun and weâll talk to you later. I love you.â
âLove ya, kid.â, your husband mumbles as you try to tilt the phone closer to him.Â
âLove you guys to.â
After hanging up the phone, you roll onto your side and curl up into his chest as his fingers start to play with your hair.Â
âWhat did the butthead want?â
âHe was calling to check in about the charity thing last night. I told him you fought for my honor.â
âHm, yeah I did.â, he smiles. âAnd so did you. âItâs Y/N Munson.ââ, Eddie mimes in a high-pitched voice with his grin growing as you laugh.Â
As he settles, your eyes trace over his tattoos on his chest and the man softly sighs when your fingers trace over yours and your sonâs name.
âI love you, Edward Munson. I know weâve had our bumps but I donât resent my life with you. Every day with you and Caleb has been an adventure. Iâm excited to see where we go from here.â
His eyes that had previously been closed fluttered open when you finished speaking and he carefully rolled onto his side to face you.Â
âI love you to, Y/N Y/L/N. I meant what I said last night. I promise to be more open with my feelings and talk to you. I donât want us to go back to how things have been. We have the rest of our lives to be together and weâre going to make the most of it.â
You smile as you press your body to his chest and nuzzle your nose into his neck.Â
âFrom the moment I wake up 'til deep in the night. There's nowhere on earth that I'd rather be than holding you tenderly.â
Eddie chuckles in his throat as you sing, tilting your head back so he can kiss your lips again before whispering, âI've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life. I've been waiting for a girl like you, you're a love that will survive.â
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The Almost Breakup
note: short but i'm happy with it
also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3
y/nupdates
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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight
y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight
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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute
icarly_: Isla is so pretty
Metalhead_: she's such a slut
13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!
im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era
y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!
for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable
CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.
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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.
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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..
princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla
anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding
munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world
y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson
philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross
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Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddieâs relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any âI love youâs. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldnât help it. He loved her, yes. Not that heâd told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will.Â
Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they havenât talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids.Â
âIs Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?â Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.
âUm- Iâm not sure, kid.â The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.
âWhy not?â
âIsla-â
âCan you ask-â
âIsla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.â Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool.Â
âSo.. Whatâs with your attitude?â This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.
âLeo, we're not talking about this.â
âNo. We have to. I donât know whatâs wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please donât break up with this one, I actually like her.â
âLeo. I ca-â
âNo. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship youâve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that sheâs so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.âÂ
Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?
âLeo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?â
âYeah.â Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.
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Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. Itâs time. Heâs going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddieâs 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leoâs reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didnât cure her anxiety.Â
Because since she left for tour, they havenât talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, theyâre not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that.Â
Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.
âHey, Y/n-â God her first name, itâs really happening â-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I canât say it over the phone. So Iâll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasnât felt like it, and thatâs part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.â
At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess thatâs a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.
âAndrea?â Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. âEds⌠Wha- what are you doing here?â
âDid you not get my voicemail?â He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers.Â
âYeah, but.. It was pretty vague.â Her reply caused Eddie to smile.
âYeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.â Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.
âYouâve been avoiding my calls.â
âIâve been avoiding your calls.â The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, âIâm sorry. Itâs just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.â Here it comes the âitâs not you, itâs me and my commitment issuesâ âBut that didnât happen with you.â Oh. âWith you, you met Isla and Leo no woman Iâve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And thatâs fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, yâknow break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldnât so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you donât have to say it back, but I need you to know that Iâm in, and this relationship itâs not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.â
Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.
âEds, I love you too.â After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddieâs tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/nâs lips grant Eddieâs tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
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The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddieâs legs to warm them.
âAh! Get your feet off me. Theyâre cold.â Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.
âI know! Thatâs why I want you to warm them.â The short woman says in a âduhâ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities.Â
âHi.â
âHi, darling.â
âGood morning.â
âGood morning.â The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek.Â
âI love you.â This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.
âI love you too.â
âSo.. Now that weâre in love or whatever.â ââWhateverââ âI want you to meet my parents⌠In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?â Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.
âI would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?â
âI would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. Iâll have to thank him yâknow. A lot.â
âOf course, he did a great job.â
âOh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?â
âWell theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. Theyâre a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then thereâs Steve. He has a kid Leoâs age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she wonât admit it. Theyâre all great, and I canât wait for you to meet them.âÂ
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âI want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?â
âYeah, itâs beautiful.â
âIâve always wanted to go.â
âIâll take you.â
The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places theyâve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it.Â
âI wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.â She added the last part quickly after her pause.
âAnything bad about me?â Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.
âNo, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.â
âThen good thing we didnât.â He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.
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let's go, don't wait | part three
the end, y'all. thanks for waiting a year and some change for this. there are scenes in here that've been planned since april of 2023.
inspired by this prompt by @edsforehead series masterlist chapter summary: after two and a half successful dates, eddie's feeling pretty sure about your connection. but skeletons from his past rear their heads from the deep end, and some of your old wounds need some healing. fluff/angst/comfort. also, beach episode. cw: 18+ pls. smut (p in v, oral both receiving, blah blah blah). not full body mention but some insecurity for reader. reader does wear eddie's clothes but they're sleep clothes. miscommunication. some mild drinking and smoking.
Eddie stands tall on the diving block above the pool, looking down at his legs covered in hair, seeing the end of one of his tattoos peek out from the bottom of his trunks. He wiggles his toes, running a hand through his long hair. No longer eight, but thirty-two, standing on the diving block while the tinny metallic sounds of the YMCA pool echo around him. The chlorine and subtle must of the room wafts through him, over him, the sounds of the water moving while his swim lesson classmates slowly kick their legs back and forth plays in his ears. But itâs not his classmates from the 90s. Itâs his friends now; Gareth, Jeff, Steve, Robin, Alycia, Tati, Nance, Dustin, Lucas â the rest. Theyâre all watching him get ready to dive. Some look impatient, some look annoyed, some look curious at what heâll do next.
âYou can do it, kid!â Eddie hears Wayneâs gruff voice call from the seating overhead, âYou can do it!â He turns to see Wayne in his old Carhart jacket, at least ten years older than Eddie is and with not one thread out of place. Ed smiles and waves at him, a shot of confidence pumping through his chest at the sight of his uncleâs worn and weathered smile. But there you are behind him and his confidence wavers. You smile shyly from your seat on the bench, waving small from your chest. Eddie blushes pink when he sees you sitting there, he doesnât wanna belly flop if youâre watching. âH-hi,â he calls out, waving back with an awkward toss of his arm. Your mouth says âHi.â back but he canât hear you; the echoes of the pool becoming too loud for whatever youâre starting to say to him.
âWhat?â he calls out again, cupping his ear. His best friend classmates kick their legs faster, a rush of splashes drowning you out. âYou can do it!â he finally hears you encourage alongside Wayne, âShow me you can do it!âÂ
At the sound of the whistle he turns his attention back to the water, seeing Miss Tiffanyâs bright red swimsuit straps on her shoulders. But Miss Tiffanyâs head has been replaced; Chrissy stares back at him treading water with the whistle between her teeth. âReady, Freddie?â she asks, hand on the whistle again. Ice runs through him now, nerves, watching while Chrissy watches him. Suddenly he isnât sure what the position to dive is, where to put his hands, how deep he should bend his knees. Itâs been so long since heâs done this, since heâs had to prove himself like this in front of so many people â and now youâre watching too.Â
âUh-umâŚâ he stutters, shuffling awkwardly, âY-yeah one second.â âCâmon Ed,â Chrissy says from the water, âYouâre gonna get cold up there. Arenât your feet cold?â âWhat?â he asks from the block, another chill running through him. âAre you really not gonna dive, dude?â Steve asks from the edge of the pool, âIâll dive again if youâre not gonna dive.â âCâmon dude, just do it!â Gareth smiles, âSheâs watching!â âUhâŚâ he swallows hard, eyes darting from the water to the stands back to his feet on the white plastic of the block.Â
âEd,â Chrissy sighs, âSeriously? Donât be boring. People are watching.â âIâm not boring,â he bites back, âWe werenât boring.â âDo you think you can really do it? You couldnât do it for me,â Chrissy blows the whistle again, âEd just dive. God, just grow up.â Grow up⌠Eddie wakes up with a thumping heart; his throat tight with anxiety while he slowly turns onto his stomach. His room is still dark, the apartment a wash with silence with no light coming through the shades on his windows. Still night, still more time to dream. And you were there, you were watching. Watching him waste time on the block instead of showing you what he can do. Watching him fumble over himself in front of Chrissy who can only feel more annoyed. How much longer were you open to waiting for him to jump? Was it already getting boring? Is the fun part over? He swallows hard in real life, letting a breath out through his nose while he tries to calm himself back to sleep. Eddie reaches for his phone with a flailing search under the covers and pillows; finding it wrapped in his sheets by his hips. His brown eyes squint into the light when he clicks the screen awake; four in the morning. Your name shines back at him in his text notifications, you messaged him two hours ago â he hates that you have so much trouble getting to sleep some nights.Â
hey, i know youâre sleeping but i just wanted to let you know ahead of time that thereâs a wrench in our sexy plans this weekend. i just got my period so i donât think i can be very sexy. :( iâm sorry.
He doesnât mean to, but he lets out a disappointed sigh that heâs glad youâre not around to hear. Getting older doesnât mean the teenage boy in him that just wants to fuck isnât disappointed to hear that there wasnât going to be any fucking.Â
This weekend was supposed to be different â you finally had a weekend where you werenât on call for your boss. Eddie planned to spend every single moment of it in between your sheets so he could show you what heâd been thinking about since that first steamy phone call you had when you went to Arizona. And he knew you were thinking about it, too -- if your texts from last night had anything to say about it. Sending him Saweetieâs Back Seat on Spotify and Aaliyahâs Rock the Boat to give him an idea of where your headâs been since his own was between your legs.Â
But he could only imagine it for now, both of your schedules not lining up again â either being too tired or not having time to settle in at each otherâs places. Hiding away for a quick drink or two at the bar, kissing softly in the back where no one could see. Acting like two oversized kids who were trying to hide from their parents. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât spending his nights since Steveâs birthday playing the sound of your moans in his head over and over. Trying to remember the way your thighs quaked around his head, the way you gripped his hair, the way you tasted on his tongue. He can wait, he can totally wait.
Eddie wakes in the morning to the cool glow of a rainy day shining through his windows; feeling a giddy excitement reserved for 8th grade crushes on Valentineâs Day. Despite knowing that the weekend wonât be tossed in the throws of passion, he still spends at least forty five minutes in the bathroom, scooping body scrub out of Tatiâs old tub of it when she got bored with the scent. In this life where Eddie always got someone's leftovers and hand-me-downs, these are by far his favorite ones. His body is a new level of soft and smooth when he comes out, the closest shave of his face heâs ever gotten. As he spritzes his cologne, Tom Ford Ombre Leather, a gift from Steve, he looks himself over in the mirror before getting dressed. Two silver chains, small rings, a chain bracelet, skin nearly shimmering â tight black boxer briefs hugging his hips and upper thighs. He looks good. Hair waving perfectly, lips full and hydrated, lashes long and dark â heâd have a crush on him, too.Â
Eddie stretches a bit, tugging on a pair of black chinos, still jingling with a layered wallet chain he forgot to remove before he washed them. He tucks the remainder into his back pocket when he hears his phone let off a âding!â on top of his dresser. He ignores it for a second, rifling through his closet for his favorite cut off tee that fits him just right. In his search he comes by a half empty box of condoms, boyishly sneaking two into his wallet with a snicker -- just in case. Eddie grunts when the phone dings again, walking over to see your name up on the screen.Â
hey⌠His heart sinks, dream coming to reality â youâre gonna change your mind and say you donât wanna see him anymore. Youâre gonna tell him this was a mistake. Youâre gonna tell him you donât actually like him like that. Youâre gonna tell him you have a crush on Steve. Youâre gonna break his heart ten times over.
He lets out a breath or two to steady himself, fingers shaking while he texts you back.
whatâs going on? you gotta work or something?
He watches while the bubble pops up of you typing back â disappearing and reappearing like you donât know what to say. no, itâs not that. He sighs again, sweat forming on the back of his neck, heart thumping in his stomach. He never shouldâve fucking dove, he never shouldâve fucking kissed you outside the bar. He never shouldâve bought you that fucking throw for your livingroom. whatâs wrong?Â
He watches the bubble start up again, dot-dot-dot, disappearing and reappearing. you didnât respond to what i sent last night. i get it if you donât wanna come over anymore. He laughs, nervous release, running a hand over his face â heâs so fucking stupid. The release settles into guilt in his chest, you must be feeling as nervous as he is. He thinks about you waking up and seeing that he hadn't replied. Eddie chews on his lower lip while he types back.
oh no, no! iâm sorry. i saw your texts when i woke up in the middle of the night and forgot to respond. iâm not mad, you donât have to be sorry. i still wanna come over.
is it okay if we donât have sex? i just sort of feel like ass and like, tmi but itâs really heavy the first couple days why am i telling you this? wtf sorry
please stop being sorry, itâs okay if you want to just be by yourself thatâs fine but i really would love to still come over, is that alright? iâd love to take care of youÂ
ew, you donât need to take care of me
The speed that you send that makes him roll his eyes. He wonders if you know how clear it makes it that you want him so bad, how you're hoping he comes over and babies you the way you want him to.
i want to
đ gross, fine see you soon i guess key is behind the mailbox on the wall
He wastes no time getting in the Honda after he finishes getting dressed but a stir in his chest keeps him sitting in the driverâs seat while the car runs. As he holds the key to the ignition, Eddie takes pause. He swallows, a whisper of fear sitting in his heart â should he even like you this much? He knows you both said it, that you really like each other. But is this too much too fast? Is this too many cards on the table? He thinks to the dates before he met you where things fizzled out early. Maybe he should pull back a little, he doesnât want you to get bored. He doesnât want to be boring the way things started to feel boring with his ex-wife. He huffs, remembering his dream, Chrissyâs face in the water. Chrissyâs face while he helped her pack before she left. Chrissyâs face when she told him maybe they should start trying and he said maybe it was still too soon. Chrissyâs face when she told him sheâd think itâd be better if they got a divorce.
He pulls in his cheeks, heart sinking while he thinks ahead to a fake memory heâs already convincing himself will happen. Imagining the day you pull away when he tries to hold you, the day he sees you in the morning and his heart doesnât flutter. The day you tell him -- no matter how encouraging you'd been in the car, how interested you seemed in his life, how much you liked that he was so passionate about his friendships -- that he needed to grow up, too. What if he never grows up? What if he never dives again?Â
He lets out a breath that still slightly steams in front of him in the cold air of early spring, giving his face a once over in the rearview before the car whirs to life. Megadethâs Weâll Be Back jolts him back to the present moment, knowing that at least this weekend you really fucking like him and he really fucking likes you.Â
âHey Thumbelina,â he teases from the door frame of your bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with his overnight bag dangling off his shoulder. Your apartment is small and cozy, the radiator in the corner hissing quietly while your light curtains flutter in the breeze of your slightly open window.
âHm?â you ask, looking up. Your sleepy face sends his heart hurtling, even more so when you make the connection of whose there â a smile breaking across your face. It makes his cheeks blush a boyish pink while he resists the urge to climb on top of you and smother your face in kisses. When you look at him and he looks at you, the fear he felt in the car feels like a false flag. The dream a reminder of hard feelings long past. When you're in front of him like this, nothing has ever felt more right in his whole life. He could get used to this.
âYouâre laying down in the middle of a leaf,â he says, forehead tilting toward the monstera leaf print of your duvet while walking forward to sit at the end of our bed. He reaches out to grab your fuzzy sock covered foot and gives it a squeeze, âLike Thumbelina.âÂ
You roll your eyes and laugh, turning to your other side and looking at him. Your perfume or body spray wafts through the room, mixed with the scent of dryer sheets from your freshly washed bedding. Itâs clear from the state of things that you spent most of your night last night making sure the place looked like it was never ever messy.Â
âYou look handsome,â you say softly, his blush reddens, âI feel ugly.âÂ
âYou donât look ugly. If you want, I can downgrade the âfit,â he offers, looking you over and smirking at your oversized menâs sweatpants and home-made cropped sleep shirt, âWant me to change? We can be twins.â You nod and laugh the way he likes, "Twins? You got a crop top in that bag?"
"Nah, I'm fresh out," he scrunches his nose, "It's at the cleaners."
"Lame," you shrug, "Well, m'sorry you gotta see me like this. I look like a troll."
âTrolls actually have a pretty high natural armour class so -- it's not the worst thing you can be,â he explains while opening his bag to grab his sleep clothes. "Oh, wow," you start, with a pitying voice, "You're like, really a nerd huh?" "They also can regenerate which like, for a monster of their type is pretty cool. Pretty great perception too -- which like, would make sense y'know considering their surroundings? Good for survival sk...I should stop," he turns pink when he sees your smile, lower lip tucking into your teeth to hold off a giggle. "I'm really cool," he says, "I swear." "I know," you nod with an assured look, laughing, "Go change."
He leans forward, running a hand over your back while he surveys your side tables. Eddie didnât think the movies always had it right about the 'time of the month', but the litter of candy wrappers, snacks, Advil, and three different drinks made him stand corrected. He presses a kiss by your ear, murmuring a quiet reminder that heâll be right back.
When he does, youâre back on your side, scrolling through videos on your phone, snuggled under the green throw blanket he bought you when you went on your Target date a few weeks ago. He apprehensively sits on the edge of the bed, watching you, teeth gleaming in a smile when you beckon him over with your hand. He molds to you expertly, knees curling in to tuck behind your own, arm snaking around your waist to pull your back to his chest.
âIs this okay?â he asks quietly. You nod, sinking into him while your body relaxes. He swallows when your body pushes back a little, your hips wiggling in a way that brushes against him just the right way â and heâs not wearing pants that can hide what that might do to him anymore. When you settle, he does too, taking you in. Your body heat, the way you feel against him, how you smell. You smell so fucking good. How do you manage to smell so fucking good all the time? He could eat you and never feel full. âWhatâre we watching?â he asks, chin resting on top of your head.Â
âThe scoopability of this weekâs slimes,â you laugh. He reaches over to push your hair slightly out of the way of his view. Your neck stretches when his fingertips graze it accidentally, a wave of goosebumps appearing on your arm in front of him. Your neck, huh? He thinks to himself, a subtle smirk flicking onto his lips. He knew from last time you had a spot, but learning the intricacies of you was even more exciting. Where did you really like to be touched? How did you like to be held? There was still so much more to learn, there was no chance he could ever get bored.
âWhat does that even mean?â
âThey make slimes, they scoop them, they rate the scoop,â you shrug, âIt doesnât get any more complicated than that.â
âUh, okayâŚcool,â he nods, itâs clear he has no idea what youâre talking about. He watches while the soothing music plays, an ice cream scoop goes through multiple multi-colored and different textured âslimesâ with a rating â1/10â flashing on the top of the screen. Some are smooth, some crunchy, some full of weird little add ons that he doesnât understand. You play one video after another on your phone, thumbing through them on Tiktok like this is a regular pastime for you.
âThis is actually kind of nice,â he says after the third clip, âSoothing.â
âRight?â you reply, âI think this account is my favorite, but, Iâm never really paying attention to whose videos they are â just that theyâre pretty.âÂ
âYeah,â he agrees, hand slowly caressing the dip of your waist, âBut also like, wouldnât all those little glitters and stuff get stuck in your teeth?â
You pause, putting your phone down and turning your head to him slowly. He lets his hand slide further over your diaphragm while you turn to face him, your face contorted in confusion â you almost look concerned.
âIâm sorryâŚâ you start with a furrowed brow, âDid you think they were edible?âÂ
âAre -- wait -- are they not?â he asks, genuinely bewildered. âItâs slimeâŚâ âOkay, well half of them have food names,â he shrugs, embarrassment building on his cheeks as he tries to explain, âLike, âmango peach slushieâ, how am I supposed to think itâs not..that?â
âItâs not food,â you laugh, âOh god, youâre so lucky youâre hot.â He gives you a little shove, laughing with you while you turn your whole body towards him under the blanket. Chest to chest. He breathes you in delicately, eyes coasting over your face in soft and sweet admiration.
âItâs sort of like silly putty.â âOh, like, to play with,â he nods in understanding, noses nearly brushing when he peers into your eyes, "I'm really 0 for 2 today." âDonât be embarrassed, itâs an easy mistake," your voice a calming rasp, pushing some hair out of his face,
Your fingers feel so soft against him that he shuts his eyes, trying as much as he can to savor the feeling of being so close to you. Finally a moment where he can hold you as close as he wants, kiss you as deep as he needs to, and thereâs no bartender or bystander around to make either of you feel weird about it.
âI like that Iâm here with you,â he says contentedly, âThis is really nice.âÂ
âI like that youâre here with me, too,â you grin. His hand comes up from its place on your waist to slide to the back of your neck, thumb running back and forth slowly over the edge of your jaw. Eddie falters a bit when you relax into his touch, moving in closer to him. One of your legs hikes up, your plush thigh resting over his hip â he holds back a groan as you wrap yourself around him.
âComfy?â he asks. His voice is gruff with the stretch of wrapping himself around you in return, nose tip to tip with yours.
You nod, hiding your face in his neck while he lays a short row of kisses by your ear where he can reach, âGood.â
You lay together like that for a couple of minutes in the cool dark of your room, semi-sheer curtains drawn on this cloudy day so you donât feel so bad about not going outside.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks into the quiet, âPlease?â
âYou can kiss me,â you nod with a giggle, âAlways." Always.
As he leans in, lips ghosting against yours as a precursor for a deep needy kiss, Eddieâs phone buzzes and he turns to your snack-ridden side table to check it. An unknown number glows back at him up at the top of the screen, âAh, shit...â
âWhatâs up?â you ask, pushing up on your arms to stretch out your back and sternum. He smiles at you while he gets up from off your bed.
âI ordered Indian food. You said youâre a saag paneer girl, right?â he asks with a tilt of his head before heading out of your room to the front door.Â
You lay there with full bellies, clicking through to soulDecisionâs Faded music video on your journey of âWeirdo Hits from the 90s/2000sâ. Back in your snuggling positions, he can tell you feel safe with him, your eyelids heavy while your head lays on his chest. âI canât believe I knew every word to this song,â you mumble, âI was like seven.âÂ
âLiquid Dreams is worse,â he barters, fingers running over the side of your head, just above your ear.
âOh my god,â you laugh, âI forgot about Liquid Dreams. Thatâs next.âÂ
You get through LFO and O-Townâs top hits, settling on Samantha Mumbaâs âGotta Tell You Tonightâ which bleeds into Mandy Mooreâs âCandyâ.
âOh wow,â Eddie huffs a laugh, âChris did this with her best friends for the talent show when we were super little. I think thatâs when I started having a crush on her.âÂ
He feels your head tilt up to look at him and he looks down, âWhoâs Chris?âÂ
âOh,â he says, his chest deflates, âMy um, thatâs my ex-wife. Chrissy.âÂ
âOh yeah, you said,â you nod, leaning up on your elbows. You flop to your stomach and stare up at him, the pad of his finger coming up to lazily tap you on the nose.
âI know you said things were like, okay â but do you guys still talk at all?â you ask, head dipping with an devilish smirk, âOr do we hate her? Whatâs the gossip?âÂ
Eddie lets out a hiss of a laugh, running his fingers through his hair from the temples upward, shaking his head, âOh no, I donât think I could ever hate her.â
âItâs not like she did anything wrong,â he explains, brows knitting together while he thinks about how to explain it, âWe just wanted really different things. She really wanted to settle down and like, yâknow, nest. She wanted to be a mom so bad and I wasnât ready for that. I wasnât ready for a lot of things she wanted. In a way, we just sort of outgrew each other â but yâknow, sometimes that happens.âÂ
âItâs funny,â he says with a slight smile, licking his lips, âI was so nervous about being on the apps thinking I was gonna see her profile â forgot sheâs fully engaged. Like, Iâve met the guy.â
âEngaged?â you ask with your brows raised, âScandalous. When did you guys divorce?â
âPfff, hmm,â he thinks, puffing a breath of air from his cheeks, âWe broke up and separated in September of 2020, divorce was filed â hmm, I think officially in January 2021? It was such a blur I can barely remember, we count our divorce as September at least.âÂ
âAnd when did she get engaged? Or meet this guy? Is he cool? Or is he like â lame?â you ask, rapid fire.
âIs this a soap opera to you?â he laughs.Â
âItâs your lore,â you say, flipping onto your back, âAnd letâs be real, your lore is kind of soap opera-y.â
âWhat about your tragic lore, hm?â he presses, âWhen am I gonna get some of that?â
âWeâll get there one day,â you say with a tilt of your head, lips tucking in breifly. You welcome his arms when they circle around you, his weight shifting as he mimics your cuddling from before. His thigh slings over your hips, wrapping around you like a koala while his lips press against your cheek.Â
âItâs gonna be hot next weekend,â he says, nose nuzzling at your temple, âSteve wants to get the crew together to go to the beach. Do you wanna come?âÂ
Your eyes flutter closed but you nod just the same. âGood,â he smirks, voice dropping to something a little husky, âYou can wear that little red suit for me.âÂ
âEw,â you let out before you can stop it, your giggles shaking you in his arms, âPerv.â âYeah?â he smirks, leaning in to kiss just under your ear, âEven though you sent me all those pictures?â
Your eyes shut when he kisses you there, a tiny gasp leaving your lips when he does it a second time. His tongue flicks out, tip of it drawing a thin line from the top of your neck to the hinge of your jaw.
âEd, I donât wanna have sex,â you pout.
âI know,â he smiles into your cheek, âI just like teasinâ you.âÂ
âWell donât,â you pout, gently shoving his face away from your cheek in faux frustration, âSo unfair.â
You ease up onto your side, leaning over back to your laptop to scroll through the recommended music videos until you land on Savage Gardenâs Crash and Burn. âOh, fuck me,â he laughs, âI donât think Iâve heard this song since 1999.â âThe music video used to freak me out when I was little,â you settle back into him when it starts and he welcomes the weight of you against him. âYeah itâs kind of freaky for a kid,â he nods, arm wrapping around you while darkness begins to find home in your bedroom, âI mean look how fucking blue this guys eyes are â terrifying.â The sound of your laugh bubbles like the girls at Forest Hills used to sound in the summer. The room starts to darken as the sun goes down, leaving you both in a glow of your laptop screen. âYou know, we could watch these in the living room on the TV,â you laugh, sitting up. Eddie pouts when you shift out of his hold, pulling you back down into him. âYeah, but I like this,â he mumbles, âI wanna hold you like this.â âOkay,â you snort, flipping back to your side to face him, âBut you never told me about the guy she ended up with. Is he cool? Is he weird? Does he suck? When did she meet him?â
âYouâre so annoying,â he teases with a shake of his head.
âSo cute though, unfortunately,â you shrug, âSo you have to tell me.âÂ
âItâs true, youâre so cute,â he nods, leaning in to offer you a soft kiss on your lips and forehead, âI guess Iâll tell you.â Â
âShe met Derek I think â errr â six months after we separated? One of those, âwhen you know, you knowâ type of things â she even called to ask if it was okay if she went on a date with him.â âThatâs kind of fucked up, rubbing salt in the wound,â you shrug.Â
âNo,â he shakes his head again, sitting up with his back against the wall, âYou donât know her, so like â it sounds fucked up, but she just wanted to be courteous about it. Didnât want me finding out through the grapevine or whatever. Anyway, they got engaged last May.â âIs he a tool?â you ask again, face scrunching like you might already know.
âNo, heâs â heâs very much her kind of guy now that I think about it,â he laughs, âThey live in Denver now I think, used to be Chicago, super outdoorsy. He cycles professionally, I think â works in tech. Sheâs running a yoga studio out there while she gets her masters.â âIn what?âÂ
âArt therapy,â he recounts softly, a gentleness in his tone, âSheâs a really gifted painter, it helped her through a lot of shit. Got her undergrad in psych so â sheâs always wanted to get her license. Sheâs just really meant to make people feel good about themselves and help them, Iâm happy for her.â
âOkay, so sheâs Mother Theresa,â you joke, âCanât relate.âÂ
âMother Theresa if you put some strawberry blonde hair on her and made her a cheerleader,â he laughs, pulling out his phone. He pulls up a few photos, one from prom, a few from after shows, one from early Covid, âThis is her.âÂ
âOh, wowâŚâ you say wistfully, the glow of the screen lighting up your face. Chrissyâs face and body reflecting back in your eyes like a mirror, âSheâs gorgeous.âÂ
âYeah, canât believe she was obsessed with a dork like me,â he teases himself, putting his phone back in his pocket, âI couldnât believe I pulled someone like that â still canât.âÂ
âHm,â you nod. The room creeps darker with the laptop screen blanking out to sleep. If Eddie was really listening, he wouldâve heard the tinge of something aching in your response.
âDo you um,â you start meekly, hesitating for a moment, â...do you still love her?âÂ
Eddieâs quiet, leaning to his side to turn one of your side table lamps on.Â
âIâll always love her,â he nods with a shrug, running his hands through his hair to make a makeshift ponytail before letting it go again, âSheâll always love me. But like, not in the way that we did when we were younger. Weâll just always have love for each other, I think.âÂ
âYeah, cool,â you mumble, taking out your phone, âThatâs a cool way to look at it.âÂ
âThanks,â Eddie grins, reaching out to put a hand on your head. You move out of his touch, leaning forward to wake your laptop back up to let the next music video auto-play. Fat Joeâs Whatâs Luv ft. Ashanti popping onto the screen. You both watch for a bit, still half on your phone and half keeping your eye on the screen. Eddie sees you open and close your texts, your thumbs typing rapidly before quickly closing the app again.Â
âItâs so weird how many people were so vocal about how much they donât go down on women,â you huff at the screen, âLike, thatâs not something to brag about guys.âÂ
âYeah,â Eddie chuckles, âWhat is it you said before? Oh yeah â canât relate.âÂ
You still donât turn back to face him, but he sees you nod and let out a breath, âThatâs true.â Â
He slides himself back down on the bed, getting close to you in the way he was before, molding to your body with an arm around your waist. The soft lingering scent of your perfume still on your skin when he presses his face into the crook of your neck â but itâs not there for long. The bed shifts as you get up, stretching again, enough for your shirt to right up to see the underside of your breasts. A blush kicks up in his cheeks.Â
âDinner and a show?â he quirks, âDonât spoil me, sweetheart.â
âSorry,â you squeak out at the end of a yawn, covering your chest, âIâll be right back.âÂ
Eddieâs lips tug into a small frown when you make your way out of the room, surprised that you didnât have a joke to throw back at him. He likes how easy it is to back and forth with you, he doesnât think he knows anyone whoâs as quick as him â not the way you are. He likes that you keep him on his toes like that.Â
He checks his phone again in your absence, shooting his group chat with Tatianna and Gare with a regular check in. They left early this morning for a two week long trip to Aruba and heâs kept his phone on the loudest setting possible so he can be ready when he gets âthe callâ. Theyâll come back as fiancĂŠs, but the only person who doesnât know that is Tatianna.Â
When you come back thereâs a grimace on your face, âUmâŚlook, Iâm sorry but ââÂ
âAre you okay?â Eddieâs heart sinks.Â
âNo, eh, yeah but, I um â I just really donât feel good,â you confess.Â
âCan I get you something? You want some tea? Or I can run out and get ginger ale or ââ
âNo Ed, no I umâŚâ you let out another long breath, âI think you should go.âÂ
âG-go?â he asks, sitting up straight on the bed, âLike, go home?âÂ
He watches you look him over, your shoulders sulking, âYeah Eddie, you should go home.âÂ
âOhâŚâ he thinks for a minute before standing up, âIs itâŚdid I do something?âÂ
âNo, I just really donât feel well,â you repeat, âI just want to go to bed.âÂ
âOkay, well, I canâŚI can go to bed, too,â he tries to bargain, âI can sleep on the couch if you â if you want the bed to yourself. I get it.âÂ
âJust go home,â you say with finality, not mean, not a yell â you just mean it, âPlease.âÂ
âUm, alright,â his voice is drenched in confusion, brows furrowing while he packs up his overnight bag in the corner, âYâknow if I â If I fucked up you can just say something.âÂ
âYou didnât fuck up I just,â you deflate, crossing your arms protectively against your chest, âI wanna be alone.âÂ
âI understand,â he murmurs, heart thumping in his chest, sending disappointment coursing through him. He slings the bag over his shoulder, not even bothering to put on his jacket or change. Cautiously, he approaches you, looking into your eyes trying to find the answer as to why you're telling him to leave.
"Uh, I'll uh, I'll see you soon?" he asks hopefully.
"Yeah, maybe," you nod, avoiding his stare. He can hear the beginning of a cry starting in your throat.
"Can I kiss you goodbye?"
"Uh, yeah, fine."
Eddie leans in, cupping your cheek to kiss you but you barely kiss him back. Lips like rubber even as he pulls away.
It feels like he belly flopped. His eyes start to sting when you walk past him, crawling into your bed and pulling your computer onto your lap.
"Get home safe," you mumble out. "Thanks," he whispers, giving you a half hearted wave before heading out the door.
I donât want to Miss Tiffany...Swimming sucks.
Eddie gets in the Honda and sits there for a moment in the dark, feeling his jaw tighten and his nose tingle. He rolls his shoulders, sniffling, trying to calm down but the feelings over take him, both hands coming down hard on his steering wheel.
"FUCK!" he shouts, smacking it again with a pained growl, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
He feels sick knowing that you slipped through his fingers just as quickly as you fell into them. He should've seen this coming, he should've taken the dream from last night as prophecy. What's the point of making it to level 3 if you'll never make it to level 4? What's the point of diving if you're not watching? If he's gonna belly flop anyway? Eddie's breath comes in shudders, tears spilling over his dark lashes onto his cheeks. You're only about 30 feet away still, he can always just go back to your door. He can fix it like he did on your first date, he can just get out, he can do something.
Grow up...
The unease from his dream blooms black in his chest, Eddie looks at your bedroom window and watches the light snuff out through the curtains. His chest deflates, shoulders rounding while he turns the key in the ingition, car revving on, seatbelt light blinking while the 'ding, ding, ding,' to put in on rings in his ear.
With a final thick swallow, he sucks in his cheeks and bites down to stop himself from crying. Eddie rakes his fingers through his hair, wipes his eyes, looks himself over in the rearview. He wouldn't have a crush on this version of himself, he can't imagine you would either.
With a sigh, he tugs on the seatbelt, puts the car in drive, and pulls down the street. Feeling further away from you than when you were across the country -- different planets, a totally different universe.
In the late afternoon the next day Eddie checks his phone for the twelfth time in an hour. You still haven't texted or called, not even responding when he told you he got home okay. All you did was send a 'thumbs up'. With a quiet sigh through his nose he shoves his phone into his back pocket, pushing open the squeaking wooden doors to Calamity's -- a dive bar that Robin's been working at every Saturday for the last five years. Her sandy hair is tucked behind her ears while she pumps the shaker next to her head, chatting with Nancy who sits across from her on the bar.
At the squeak of the door they both turn to look at him, Robin's brows quirk, "What're you doing here, loverboy?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," he mumbles.
"You wanna drink about it first?" she offers.
He nods, climbing onto the stool next to Nancy and leaning on his elbows on the sticky counter top, "Hey Nance."
"Hey Ed," she says, hand reaching out to rub his forearm, "You okay?"
"Yeah," he nods, "I'll be fine, I just -- yeah, I'm fine."
His phone buzzes, immediately reaching for his back pocket only to see an Apple News notification and no sign of you. He checks your socials for any sign of life, but you haven't even posted anything.
Another sigh and he can't help himself, resolve weakening as stubborn as he'd like to be.
hey, haven't heard from you. you okay?
He puts his phone on airplane mode, going a step further to shove it into the inside zipper pocket of his beat up leather jacket and keeping it locked up. The less accessible the better, he couldn't become the guy that waits by the phone all night aching for you. Not the way he did last night, tossing and turning in bed wishing so badly that you were next to him.
'Should I feel this bad so soon?' Eddie thinks, 'We're not even dating and we're fighting? Is this even a fight? Would this be considered a fight?' He listens to the drone of their conversation, the bar is open but normally no one really shows up until the sun goes down -- at least on the weekend. Robin slides a Jack and Coke in front him, tossing a tiny straw in with flourish.
"Here, sad sack," she teases. "Thanks," he murmurs, toying with the straw, making his silver chain bracelet tinkle against the hardware of his jacket. "Rob, c'mon," Nancy urges, "Don't mess around." "What, I didn't call him a loser," she defends, shrugging, "He's being a sad sack. Right Ed? You're a sad sack?"
"I'm a sad sack," he nods, "Nailed it, babe." "Well, what happened?" she asks again, voice softer this time. She leans herself over the counter, resting her hand on her palm. Eddie matches her posture, lifting the drink with his other hand. "I'll tell you when I finish this," he offers, "Talk to me about literally anything else." "Well I thiiiiink I'm about to land this new creative lead gig," Robin tosses her hair, her violet amber perfume feathering off of it, "Do I love the idea of working for a start up? No. Is it remote and 68 thou a year? Yes."
"Sick," he nods through a mouthful of liquor, "That's awesome."
"Gives me time to still work on my art shit with Tati," she shrugs, sipping from her water bottle, "And we'll probably be able to afford studio space if I get it."
"She'll be thrilled, damn. First an engagement ring and then an art studio that's not her classroom? Everything's coming up Edwards," he smiles for the first time all day. "Wait, did he propose already? Did we miss it?" Nance blanches, clutching her chest. "So far no," he laughs, "I think he's gonna wait until next weekend so they have one full week away as engaged. They're gonna come back and tell me to pack my shit."
"Well, you can always sleep in the loft -- or y'know," Nancy shrugs, "Maybe things're looking really good with your new girl?" Eddie hums, about to open his mouth but the door bursts open hard on its loose hinges and with it, the grittiness of the old subwoofers blasting Lil' Wayne's Lollipop.
âOh, shit thatâs my sooooong,â Steve exclaims while he gets in the door. He walks in like he owns the place, Ray Bans covering his eyes while a strand of his coiffed chestnut hair falls onto his forehead. âJust like a refund, I make her bring that ass back, and she bring that ass back â because I like that,â he drawls along, opening his phone with a smirk while the song gets louder throughout the bar.Â
âShawty wanna thuuuuug, bottles in cluuuuub,â he goes on, walking forward toward Eddie whos chin his still in his palm. Eddie's face scrunches, not in the mood to play along, covering his ears when the bass speakers right above him start to vibrate.
"Turn it down, Steve!" Robin yells, but it's muffled against the beat. "Huh?" he cups his ear like he can't hear her, brows furrowing while he flicks his glasses up to push back his hair. "STEVE!" she shouts back. "What? I can't hear you?" he lies again, turning it up a touch more while he makes his way behind the bar. He snatches Robin's phone by the register before she can get to it to change the volume herself, laughing while he slips it into the pocket of his vest. 'Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya,' he mouths along, body rolling his way closer to her with every word, 'Call-Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya.'
The music cuts abruptly, Nancy now found by the stero with manicured nails lingering on the volume knob.
"I'm changing the fucking Spotify password, dingus," Robin snaps, "You can't do that every time you come here. I'm gonna get fired."
"Don't be such a bitch, Rob," he sours, tucking his sunglasses into the crew neck collar of his shirt, "Nobody's here."
"You're a bitch, Harrington," Robin snaps back. "The biggest bitch I know," Nancy adds, taking her seat back next to Eddie. Steve sits at the end of the bar on the other side of him. "What's the matter, sad sack?" Steve asks, cocking his head toward Eddie, "Mad that it wasn't the Framing Hanley version?"
"Aw, fuck off, dude," Eddie rolls his eyes before running his hand over his face, palm catching on his five o'clock shadow. "He hasn't told us yet," Robin explains, "We're waiting until he finishes his first drink."
Two Jack and Cokeâs in, the conversation bumps to the potential art studio, to Nancyâs potential promotion, to Steveâs latest project at work. A few regulars have trickled in, using the TouchTunes to their advantage since Spotify âisnât working tonightâ as per Robinâs punishment for Steve.Â
It gives Eddie a good reprieve, heâs glad he went out â beats being home alone and sitting there wondering what happened in the dark. Beats typing it up to send to Tatianna and Gareth and asking what happened and then deleting it because he doesnât want to bother them on vacation. Beats wondering what youâre doing and why you wonât respond to him. Beats the feeling of laying in bed and wishing he knew what you'd feel like next to him for another night. Beats wondering what he did to deserve potentially losing out on something that felt more right than ever. Beats wondering if maybe you're it and how now he might never know.
âOkay, well, I let you get through two Jack and Cokeâs â you gotta spill now, brother,â Robin sighs, leaning back down in front of him on her forearms.Â
âOh yeah, werenât you supposed to have your wet hot American weekend at her place? Whatâre you doing here?â Steve inquires, smirk pulling on his lips, âPerformance issues?âÂ
âSteve, come on,â Nancy sighs, âAre you serious?âÂ
âNah, nah itâs fine,â Eddie shakes his head, âHeâs just coming from experience, right?"
âNo um, I really donât know,â Eddie shrugs, âI went to her house and yâknow itâs her time of the month or whatever â so maybe thââÂ
âIâm gonna stop that thought before you finish it,â Robin puts a finger up, pink lips pulling into a smile, âOnce sec while I pour this guy a beer.âÂ
Eddie sheepishly takes another sip of his drink, feeling the dull weight of it in the front of his skull â not drunk, but if heâs not careful he wonât be able to drive home.Â
âOkay, continue,â Robin says when she gets back.Â
 He takes his time walking through the night, retracing his vocal steps, the emotional ones. He talks about the slime videos, getting Indian food, how you didnât want to have sex. The music videos, the kisses, the way you wrapped yourself around him â how everything seemed fine, perfect even. He was so excited to sleep next to you, to make breakfast in the morning, maybe shower together â maybe fuck in the shower if you were into it. But notâŚnot this, not whatever happened.Â
âWhat did you guys talk about? Like, did she talk about her past or anything? Did she seem off? Did a subject come up that she seemed weird about?â Nancy presses.Â
âYeah, youâre not giving us anything, just like â the highlights. We need the play by play, Munson,â Robin gestures with her hands, now nursing her own beer.Â
âI mean, we were watching music videos,â he shrugs, âAnd Chris came up but like, she knew I was married. She asked about the divorce and whatever, we talked about how sheâs with her new guy in Colorado.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âAnd I donât know?â he shrugs, heart starting to pound a little in his chest, âI mean I showed her a picture of her and like, sort of ragged on myself like â like how I couldnât believe I pulled someone like Chrissy.â
âOh dude,â Steve sighs, âDude, you fuckinâ dumbass.âÂ
âWhat? How am I a dumbass?â he asks defensively, hands out, pleading.Â
âCause sheâs not Chrissy,â Steve explains, âLike â god, come on. Imagine she showed you a picture of fuckinâ â I donât know â Jon Bernthal? And was like âYeah, canât believe I pulled this hot, sexy, manly strong man. I guess youâll do as a follow up after him.ââÂ
Eddie blanches, guilt forming a ball in his throat, âBut thatâs notâŚThatâs not how I meant it. Like, sheâs â youâve seen her. Sheâs gorgeous. She doesnât have to look like Chris.âÂ
âYeah but, after you talked about her, did she seem all quiet after?â Robin asks, eyes flicking to him and then Steve.Â
âWellâŚwell yeahââÂ
âSee, told you,â Steve shrugs, âI might not have a girlfriend but I still know how ladies workââÂ
âOkay, okay, enough from you,â Nancy waves him off, âDid anything else come up?âÂ
âShe asked if I still loved her and I said yeah but like, not romantically. We just will always have love for each other â yâknow? I mean, we were like â we were married,â he tries to explain, âDo you think â do you think she thinks I just wanna be with Chrissy?âÂ
Robin grimaces, sipping her beer. Steve gives him a half hearted cock of the head.Â
âI thinkâŚâ Nancy starts, voice of reason as present as ever, âI think she doesnât know your history very well and you donât know hers. It could be that things went left with her ex or sheâs been hurt by stuff like this before. She might not have known how to talk about it to you â but I definitely think talking about Chrissy like she was some prize you had and now youâre settling had something to do with it.âÂ
âBut thatâs not what Iâm doing!â Eddie urges, hand coming down on the bar counter, âIâm not settling! I wanna like â I wanna be with her. I only talked about Chris so much because she asked I â I didnât mean to hurt her feelings. And I asked! I asked if I did something or said something and she said it was fine.âÂ
âGirls always say itâs fine Eddie, come on, youâve been divorced. You should know,â Steve says with gravitas, âThatâs like, what all women who are actually upset say.âÂ
âI have an idea,â Robin says with a breath, âFirst, donât listen to Steve. Thatâs obvious. Second, give it another day, send her a message saying something along the lines of âHey, I think I might have said some things that didnât come out right. Iâd love to talk it out with you. Whenâre you free?â and see where it goes.âÂ
âMaybe you guys can hash it out at the beach next weekend? You think sheâll still wanna come?â Nancy asks.Â
âMaybe,â Eddie shrugs, moping now, âIf she ever wants to see me again.âÂ
âDonât be so dramatic, Ed,â Robin rolls her eyes, sandy bangs tickling her lashes, âYou just gotta give it a day or two.âÂ
He only has to give it until later that night, tucked into the couch with a slasher on to ease the ache of his broken heart. On the coffee table, his phone buzzes face down and with a shaky hand he reaches for it, not wanting to be too hopeful. But when your name lights up with a new message he feels his heart leap in his chest.Â
iâm okay. thanks for checking in.Â
He lets out a slow breath through an O in his lips. Eddie takes a beat, rings tapping against his phone case before he starts typing his response:Â
look, idk whatâs going through your mind but i really like you. i think i mightâve messed things up here. iâm happy to give you some space if you need but would you wanna talk about this soon?Â
He stares at the message for a minute or two, heart pounding. There are so many ways you could respond. You could say no, or cuss him out, or tell him to fuck off. You could say you knew he was shit. You could, at the absolute worst, not even respond. He runs his hand over his face, covering his eyes while he presses send and tossing his phone onto the recliner across the room. Out of sight out of mind.Â
If only for a few minutes when he hears the buzz against the leather.Â
yeah, we can talk about it. work is kinda busy this week though.
Heâd wait for you for months.Â
would you still wanna come to the beach? steve said heâs still down to pick you up.Â
yeah, i can still come to the beach
A grin sprawls across his lips, cheeks tight. He can still see you, he can still see you in that red suit. He can still talk to you. You still want to see him. Itâs not totally ruined yet.Â
He hesitates at first, but ultimately sends out the offer.Â
tatianna and gare will still be away. if you want, you can stay the weekend at mine? maybe we can have a re-do. He watches the three dots bubble in and out of the text conversation, watching as you type something and then delete. Type and delete. Type and delete. Itâs only when he hears the tinkling of the standing lamp in the corner of the room that he realizes how hard heâs been bouncing his leg while he waits.Â
iâll think about it Well itâs not a no. Itâs something. Itâs a maybe. Itâs a could be.
But if it ends up being a yes, heâll make it better than what last weekend at yours couldâve been.
The week passed in a slow blur, Monday and Tuesday were a thousand years long â all of his students on his nerves when they caught on that he wasnât on his phone as much. "Just take the L, Mr. E. You keep looking at your phone. She's obv not gonna text you." "Yeah Munson, you can't have a phone rule for us and then keep looking at yours." "You're giving negative aura points, Mr. E. Just admit you don't actually have any rizz."
He didn't know what any of them meant, but it didn't help the sting. Since Gareth was away there was no band practice on Wednesday, so instead he went to the studio by himself and plugged into the loudest amps he could. Shredding his frustration out through the strings until tears spilled as much as the melodies that leaked from the speakers. Being carried by the frustration that kept building from the way you haven't messaged him or called, from the fear of having to hurt the way he hurt three years ago all over again. From the way this couldn't be it.
By time he finished, his fingertips stung -- raw and red from hours of playing. It still didn't hurt has bad as the lump in his throat. As the dry phone in his pocket.
Itâs Thursday afternoon when his phone finally pings and you ask what you should bring for the beach. Time speeds up again. He blinks and itâs Saturday morning, he blinks and heâs sitting behind Steve in his Escalade. He blinks and realizes he wishes he had more time to prepare himself for this, the prepare how to ask you to talk, to prepare for seeing you again after all this. All the rehearsals in his head had fallen away as they drive through your part of town.
âI LIKE A LONG HAIRED THICK REDBONE, OPEN UP HER LEGS, THEN FILET MIGNON THAT PUSSY.â âOh my god, Steve please donât say pussy like that.â The car rolls down your street, Robin in the front as always, and Nancy behind Robin. And sure, they could have picked up some of the younger crew but, in Steveâs words â âIâve driven them around enough.â EveryGirl in the World rumbles achingly loud through the speakers that he just got upgraded, making the leather vibrate under all of them. Lucky for Steve, none of the sound leaks through in your sleepy streets, lazy with the steamy haze of 7:30 in the morning. âIâmma get in an on that pussy, If she let me in, Iâmma own that pussy.â âSteve,â Robin groans, âYouâre so obnoxious. This is why nobody likes you!â âEveryone likes me â now come âere let me dope you, You should be a dope fiend, your friendâs should call you Dopey. Tell âem keep my name out they mouth âcause they donât know me.â âDo you think you sound cool when you rap?â she asks, pulling her sandy hair into a ponytail, âLook in the rearview, do you think you look cool?â Steveâs Ray Bans find the mirror, looking back at Eddie who grins at him while they ease into a stop in front of your place. âMy sex game is stupid,â they both start, making Nancy laugh â Robinâs eyes rolling into the back of her head. âYouâre both so insufferable,â she groans, but a smile pulls at her soft pink lips.
âMy head is the dumbest, I promise â I should be Hooked on Phonics, Hah, well anyway, I think youâre bionic.â âStop!â Robin shouts, laughing now while Steve tips his sunglasses down his nose and Eddie leans over the seat. Both faces eager with faux sincerity while Nancy giggles in solidarity behind her. âAnd I donât think youâre beautiful, I think youâre beyond it.â Steve grins, Eddie unbuckling to get out of the car to get you. âAnd I just wanna get behind it ââ âSTEVE!â âAnd watch you back it up and dump it back, back it up and dump it backâŚâ Eddie looks at your house, a nervous thrum in his chest while he gets out. The last time he was here he watched as you turned your bedroom light out after making him leave. You didnât even respond to his âexcited to see you, tomorrowâ text last night. You just âheartedâ it. He gets to your door ringing the bell and waiting for you, feeling as sheepish and awkward as a kid on a first date. When you open the door he can hear his heart beat in his ears. "Hey," he says quietly, "G'morning." "Morning," you say back. You both smile tightly at each other and then both of your gazes reach the ground. Eddie thinks to lean in and reach for you but retracts, you still feel so far away from him. The familiarity from before -- from Barcade, from showing up at your house last week -- long gone. A stranger he's meeting for the first time. He wonders if the group can even sense it from the car.
âCan I get those for you?â he asks, seeing you hoist your beach bag over your shoulder, a mini cooler in your other hand. âNo, itâs fine,â you wave him off as you walk through the door, shutting it behind you. He rolls his eyes, easing the bag off of your shoulder and the cooler out of your hand.
With how things feel, he doesnât want to get his hopes up and ask if you packed to stay with him for the weekend. But the weight of your bags gives him a soft flutter of ease in his chest that he might get a chance to fix this afterall. "Go ahead and get in the car," he says softly, "Everyone's excited to see you."
He watches you get in while he settles your bags amongst the others in the trunk, everyone says their hellos and he begs for it to not be weird considering they all know what's going on. Nancy takes a cue to move to the bench seat further back so you can sit next to each other, Eddie offering her a grateful nod when he gets back in behind Steve.Â
âAlright, so now that weâre all accounted for weâre playing a game,â Steve says, turning the music down, âOne by one weâre gonna pick our songs of the summer from when we were kids. We're going summer mode.âÂ
âThatâs cute,â Nancy smiles, âThatâs a cute idea you have there, Steve.âÂ
He shrugs one shoulder, dropping his Raybans down his nose to look at her, âOnly cute ideas from the cutest guy here.âÂ
âAlright, relax,â Eddie grumbles when Steve steps on the gas, arms crossing over his chest. Youâre looking at your phone, probably checking to see what song you want to pick, but he wishes you were looking at him. Half of him wants to reach over and rest his hand on your thigh like youâre his, but right now he knows youâre not. He slides his phone out from his pocket, shooting you a text at an attempt to try and salvage the car ride.
hey. you look really pretty.
He watches you while you look at the notification banner pop up on the screen, a soft smile flickers across your face when you open it. Eddieâs phone buzzes in response.
thanks, you too.
And he does look pretty â black shorts and a cut off Hawkins, IN t-shirt from some time in the early 90s. Well worn but still starchy. His tattoos bounce off his skin, a thin little heart outline peeking out from the top of his jeans, wallet chain still shining and silver. He had his hair pulled back messy, bangs and tendrils still flowing in his face â but for the first time you get to really see the curves and slopes of his jaw line, the tension in his neck. He blushes, putting his arm on the back of your seat, close enough where he doesnât think heâs pushing it. Sunny Came Home flows through the speakers of the car.Â
âPristine choice, Rob,â Eddie nods, âDamn.âÂ
âRight in the chest, right?â Robin scrunches her nose, âLike sitting in your momâs back seat on the way home from the grocery store in July or something.âÂ
Steveâs pick is unsurprising, Nellyâs Ride Wit Me shaking the car while he pulls onto the highway. You skip over yourself, unsure at what to pick, passing the phone to Nancy behind you who settles on Sheryl Croweâs Everyday Is A Winding Road. Eddie loves how easy it is for you to fit in, like youâve always been a part of the group â screaming the lyrics with Nancy and Robin so loud that Steve opens his window to let the sound leak out.Â
When Eddie getâs the phone he smirks, typing in his choice before passing it back to Steve who chuckles when he presses play.Â
âOh yes,â Robin laughs when the opening riff of Santanaâs Smooth booms against the leather interior, âYou would.â âOf course I would,â Eddie grins, tossing you a look for your approval. You nod back at him, mouthing along with the lyrics, rolling and shimmying your shoulders to match Robinâs dancing in the front. He gulps silently, knowing that thereâs still a conversation to be had. Do you always hide your disappointment like this? Are you over it? Are you okay? And if you are -- why does it feel like this? Like you don't want his attention? Like you don't want him to touch you? 'Cause it's all he can think about with you next to him, looking pretty the way that you do. Looking perfect. Feeling like an old sweatshirt he wants to be covered in. âItâs the same as the emotion that I get from you, You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it.â He doesnât notice at first that his fingers twitch along with the chords when the solar starts. "Wait, tell her the story about Wayne banning this song from your life," Robin says, turning back towards the two of you behind her. "Banned from his life?" you ask in surprise, but your attention is on Robin, "Does he just really not like Rob Thomas?"
Eddie rolls his eyes, biting his lower lip before recounting why it's banned from ever playing at Forest Hills, âI was obsessed when I was little. Sat in my bedroom for weeks listening to it over and over so I could teach myself by ear. Wayne â my uncle â he told me I could never listen to it again. He threw my stereo out the window that summer, he was so pissed â so sick of it, and then got even more mad that he had to buy me a new one. But I had to promise to never play it again at his house for as long as he was alive. And no one else is allowed to play it at the park either.â
âCan you still do the solo?â you ask, eyes finally landing on him. His breath hitches when your eyes meet, mouth going dry.
âOh yeah,â his voice cracks awkwardly, fingers still playing an air guitar on his lap, âLearned to play a lot of his stuff when I was a teenager. John Mayer too, if you can believe it.â âVery toxic soft boy of you,â you tease. âListen sugar, it was a hit with the ladies,â his voice is soft, but still teasing -- desperate to recreate the banter you've had over the past few weeks. You get nervous, he can tell by the way your knee bounces and a flick of another smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. Sugar, he thinks, sâthat all it takes? When you get the phone you make your pick, certain of it now. Steve nods in agreement when he presses play on Aaliyahâs Are You That Somebody? âI knew I liked her,â Steve says, catching him in the rearview again, âShe better be sticking around.â
Eddie is silently thankful for the encouragement.
The rest of the surrounding towns mustâve had a similar idea because the first half of the beach was full by the time you got there despite the early wake up. Steveâs SUV strolls down the expansive parking lot while Itâs Gonna Be Me plays, the boys and Robin screlting along with the music â singing into the straws of their iced coffees. The bridge hits near the end and he doesnât want to be obnoxious but he does want to impress you so he hits the runs where he can. âDonât wanna lose it, but Iâm not li-ii-ke that, When finally, finally, You get to lo-oo-ve, Guess what, guess whatâŚâ Steve finally finds parking and you all hop out onto the asphalt, the sun already hot on your skin. The woosh of hot air hits his face, catching against the nervous sweat on his forehead and neck. Macho is as macho does, Eddie and Steve make their way to the trunk, taking all of the coolers and bags of beach games while leaving the chairs to the ladies.Â
âWe brought you an extra,â Eddie smiles, âIn case you didnât have one.â âI brought you an extra,â Steve corrects, eyes falling on you from behind his Ray Bans, âYou can thank me later, angel.âÂ
âYou do not have to thank him,â Eddie scrunches his nose while you all walk to the wood planked entrance covered in sand. This area was at least less crowded but far from the bathrooms and food stalls by the front of the parking lot. He can feel your eyes on him, following the way his cut off shirt rides up revealing the end of a snake and sword tattoo off his side and oblique. Lingering on the top of his jeans, on the ways his biceps and forearms flex at every move of the load heâs holding. He swallows hard, suddenly so aware of himself and what he looks like â do you like it? Do you think he looks good?Â
The blankets get placed and so do the chairs, Steve and Nancy expertly get the umbrella in â she reads the directions out loud and Steve does what she says as she says it. When everything is settled you kick off your sandals and put it by your canvas tote, taking out your sunglasses. Eddie sits on the blanket below you, watching you get yourself together. You reach for the bottom of your shirt, a tee from some time in your life when he didnât know you. Eddieâs mouth falls open when you pull it up over your head; his tongue curls up in his mouth when he sees the soft arch in your back, the way your breasts press up against the edge of your suit. That red suit.Â
He licks his lips absentmindedly, unable to look at you when you start taking your shorts off because if he watches the jiggle your ass and thighs he wonât be able to deal. Heâs lucky heâs wearing aviators big enough to cover his saucer like eyes â embarrassed by the way his body react like some teenager reading a Playboy. He's a grown man for god's sakes.
âH-hey Rob,â his voice cracks awkwardly, âYou uh, um, you wanna check out the water?â âYeah, gimme one sec,â she calls out, tossing her hair up in a claw clip from her back pack. âThatâs mine,â Nancy argues, âHow long have you had that?!â Robin shrugs, âLong enough that you didnât miss it.â âYou do this every time you come over. You always steal something,â she huffs, Robin popping her gum between her teeth in response.
"It's a little something to remember you by, Nance," she shrugs with a smirk. âYou wanna come?â he asks you, shrugging off his shorts and throwing his trunks over his boxer briefs. âNot yet, want it to get a little hot before I check it out,â you explain, taking your sunscreen out. He huffs a laugh, trying a hand at being flirty despite the distance he feels between you, âWell, to be honest sugar, youâre already lookinâ pretty hââ âDonât embarrass yourself,â Robin breathes, patting him on the back, âLetâs go.âÂ
He takes a look back at you smiling at you over his shoulder, âIâll be right back.â âIâll be here,â you wave him off while you start to spray your sunscreen on your arms. He turns back towards the water, crashing in waves and sliding up the shore. The sun kissed his skin over his crop, still not ready to take it off yet.Â
âYou gonna make it, Ed?â Robin asks, bumping her shoulder against his, "You're fumbling bad. She looks good."
âI just â fuck Rob,â he shakes his head, looking down at their feet while they step over shells and seaweed on the bank above the shore, âIt feels ruined. Like she came to like, to check to see if she still likes me." Â
âI donât know what it is. It just doesn't feel easy like it was before,â he shrugs, âHow Iâm supposed to bring up last weekend or like, how to talk to her anymore.â âShe seems totally fine,â Robin says with a look, âMaybe youâre just over thinking it.â âShe seems totally fine with you guys but I donât know â it feels like for me thereâs a wall there. Like the insane connection we had before just doesnât matter because Iâm a dumbass. Maybe this shouldâve just been a fling and after today weâll just end it,â he rambles on, âAm I making sense?â Â
âYou are making sense,â she agrees, âBut I don't think you ruined it. I think you're being kind of down on yourself about it and you're doing it on purpose." "What does that even mean?" he snaps. "It means, she wouldn't have come if she didn't want to work it out with you. Like, why would she come hang out for the day with your friends if she wasn't trying to make an effort to fix things?" "Well I mean--" "Not done," she says, putting her hand up, "And further, I think one little hint of something not going totally perfect makes you so afraid that you're gonna get hurt bad like with Chrissy. And it's clear that you really like this girl -- like, really like her. And that freaks you out, so you don't want to go through the motions of fixing it just in case things go left a second time."
âIt doesnât freak me out,â he shuts it down quickly but he knows sheâs right, sighing when he considers it, âMaybe it does. Maybe it's scaring me that I'm already thinking about her like that.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
âI dunno, like I wanna be with her. Like really with her,â he shrugs while they step into the foaming leftovers of a wave receding. The water is freezing, not yet warmed up from the heat of summer since the ninety degree weather is such a mid-spring surprise.Â
âFuck!â they both hiss in unison, stepping ankle deep into the water.Â
âBe with her likeâŚmarry her?â she asks, crystal blue eyes squinting into the horizon, "You sure you're not simultaneously thinking too far ahead?"
âMaybe,â he says, pulling his hair out of its ponytail and shaking it out at the root. The curls at the base of his neck already starting to get tight and coiled with sweat.Â
âI should probably start by being her boyfriend first,â he laughs. "You should probably start by working through this little snag first," she corrects, "You can be her boyfriend some other time." "Not all of us want a perpetual 'will they, won't they' relationship like two idiots in bikinis that I know," Eddie teases her, pulling his hair back up in the scrunchy he also stole from Nancy when they went to her house for a movie night.Â
âDonât let Wheeler see you with that,â she warns, reaching out for his hand while they turn back towards the sand. Eddie takes it, savoring the reassuring squeeze she offers in understanding.Â
âWhatâs she gonna do, Buckley?â Eddie raises a brow, âEat me out about it?âÂ
âDonât be a fucking asshole,â Robin snorts, letting go to give him a shove in the shoulder while sand kicks of from their heels.Â
Back where the towels and beach blankets are set up, youâre on your stomach, leaning your head to one side in a conversation with Nancy that has you giggling with each other. He nudges Robin with his shoulder who nudges him back. He wonders if Robin feels the same way about Nancy as he feels about you. He wonders if Robin will ever tell her.Â
âHowâs the water?â Nance asks, propping her chin up on the heel of her hand.Â
âFreezing,â Eddie grimaces, âLike, bone chilling.â âIâm not surprised,â you shrug, âItâs not real hot yet.â âJust fake hot?â he asks back. âYeah, just fake hot,â you agree with a scrunch of your nose. Still quick.Â
Nervously, he makes the commitment of pulling off the cut off tee he came in, never normally thinking much about his body until you were right there in front of him but lightyears away. Eddie didnât think he looked bad, but compared to Steveâs tanned, defined chest and abs he thought maybe he left more to be desired. It had kind of always felt like that, he thought, even when he was married. He wanted to feel like someone worth bragging about, and by the end of his relationship with Chrissy â she wasnât really doing much bragging. With the way he could feel your eyes on him earlier, he was more self conscious now than he had been in years. He folds it up the shity nice, tossing it down on the beach blanket by you before sitting down and fishing into his bag for some sun screen. Heâs meticulous with it over his tattoos, standing back up to get the snake and sword on his oblique fully covered. Â
âThis is kind of cliche but would you be down to get my back?â he asks hopefully, turning toward you, âI can do yours.âÂ
âSteve did mine,â you reply, face quirking from behind your sunglasses. âOh um, wow,â he tries to shake it off, but the comment stings.Thinking about Steve having his hands on you in this suit before he ever even got the chance.Â
âIâm kidding, Iâm kidding,â you assure, âNancy got my back, but I can do yours.â He frowns, âDonât joke like that, please.âÂ
You get quiet and nod, taking the sunscreen from him. âSorry,â you say in a whisper. Miles away. He wants to apologize for your apology.Â
Youâre gentle when you rub the sunscreen onto his back, taking extra care of the ink on his shoulder blade flowing down and wrapping into the tattoos on his ribcage. You can tell by the depth of the ink that he takes good care of them, feeling him relax under your touch. Eddie leans his head to the side while you continue, seeing two girls making their way down the sandy banks just by where their crew was set up. They lay out their towels while awkwardly trying to get their umbrella in place â laughing while they keep getting it wrong. When youâre done with his back, he thanks you softly â happy to see that you settle back down next to him.Â
âHow long do you think itâs gonna take them to finally get it in?â you ask. If he was a stupid boy heâd say âThatâs what she saidâ, but heâs not soâ
âThatâs what she said,â Steve jokes. Eddie turns to see that Steveâs lifted up his Raybans, enjoying the show as the girls dig and shove their umbrella into the sand â losing sight of one of their towels now blowing over in the wind.Â
âCome the fuck on,â one of them groans, but they are laughing too hard to be mad, too hard to grip the umbrella tight enough. Itâs not lost on Eddie that Steve is watching because the girl with the umbrella in her hands, with her black suit and cat eye sunglasses, is nearly bursting out of her bathing suit top with a cleavage that even makes his own eyes widen.Â
âBe right back,â Steve says, getting up out of his beach chair. âDonât be embarrassing,â Robin begs, âPlease.â Steve flips her off while he walks by her, taking a few more steps past the beach blankets and running a hand through his chestnut hair.Â
âAhoy ladies!â he calls out, âNeed a hand?âÂ
âEw,â Robin mumbles, âHeâs so weird.âÂ
âHeâs gonna come back with both of their numbers, just watch,â Nancy says, âEvery time.âÂ
âIs he really that much of a ladies man?â you ask, âHeâs kind of â I donât know. Heâs kind of goofy.âÂ
Eddie laughs hard, Nancy and Robin joining in. Hard belly laughs. Not because of just the question, but the way you asked it. The genuine curiosity, the admission of how you felt. It was the exact thing Steve needed to hear, a shame he wasnât around to hear it. Itâs here that he knows he needs to just bite the bullet and work things out because youâre so sweet. Youâre so â youâre just so you.Â
âDonât worry, we donât get it either,â Nancy laughs, wiping her eyes.Â
âOoh, I needed that, that was good,â Robin breathes, âBut youâre right, heâs super goofy.âÂ
Steve had come back an hour later, putting together their entire set up and taking some time to sit and talk to him. Without fail, he sat back down in his beach chair with two new numbers in his phone; breaking into one of the Yeti coolers and pulling out the canned mixed drinks he packed en-masse.Â
âWhose partaking?â he asks, holding one up. Itâs only 11 AM but hot weekends are a means for day drinking, and if anyone needs to take the edge off itâs Eddie Munson. Between the awkward half smiles and some back and forth and the way his heart dips and leaps at any given moment while next to you, heâd take any relaxer he can get.Â
You all grab a drink, and he watches fondly as you talk about beach reads with Nancy and Robin. Sitting in the sand while the three of you make semi sand castles with each of your cans in dug out cup holders. He admires the way the sun bounces off your shoulders and tries to not admire the way your suit rides up on your hips. He doesnât want to fix things just on account of being horny.Â
Eddie checks his phone for signs of life from Gareth and Tati â they sent a few photos from Flamingo Island. Tatianna feeding the birds while looking like a supermodel and Gareth keeping a distance from the birds while looking awkward and pale. Another, a live photo of a selfie of Tatianna glowing with the beach in the background. Eddie holds his thumb on the picture, letting it play to Gare reaching over from behind to kiss her on the cheek. He smiles, watching them be in love through the photos, eyes flicking from you to them. Wondering when youâll both be next.Â
Robin sparks a pre-roll and you all sneakily split it like kids hiding from the cops. When you pass it to him, your fingers brush, and he canât help but flash a bright smile at you while he takes it.Â
âThanks, sugar,â he drops his voice purposely, watching as your posture changes â a fluster running through you.Â
âYouâre welcome,â you mumble, going back to your sand and conversation.Â
Eddie pulls his notebook out, a hybrid for a DnD and lesson plan scrap paper for when he thinks of something fun to do that the board will say no to. He takes their no and does it anyway, itâs not like they check.Â
He gets up from the beach blanket, opting to set up his chair under the umbrella to get a break from the sun and so he can see the paper in the bright light. Some time passes and heâs knee deep in planning a new campaign when from above the notepad youâd made your way back from the sand, settling back down.Â
âI want fries so bad,â you complain.Â
âThereâs a stand at the end of the beach,â he offers.Â
âI donât want to go get fries,â you sigh, âI would like the fries to be here already.â He licks his lips nervously before closing the notebook over his thumb, âIâll go with you.âÂ
You look up at him from your spot on the blanket and he looks down at you, both knowing that being alone together will only bring upon the inevitable. Maybe you both need to grow up.Â
âUm,â you hesitate before nodding, âYeah, yeah okay. Let me just get my shorts on.âÂ
Eddie puts his notebook away, grabbing his wallet and putting it into the pocket of his trunks before slipping his shoes back on. You throw on your shorts, sliding into your sandals reaching for your bag.Â
âYou donât need your bag,â he says gently, âI got it for you.âÂ
You smile, itâs small, âOh, well â thanks.â âCâmon,â he says, ticking his head back toward the planked walkway for an easy walk back up to the asphalt. As you walk ahead of him, Robin, Steve, and Nance all exchange glances knowingly. Robin offers him a thumbs up before he turns around, following you up the beach.Â
Without the buffer of everyone else, the tension feels worse. Heâs not sure whether to reach for you, but when you tuck your hands in your shorts pockets it becomes obvious that you donât want him to hold your hand.Â
âWeatherâs pretty wild, huh?â he asks.Â
âYeah,â you nod. Your shoulders bump while you keep walking, not continuing the conversation but muttering a soft apology when you collide.Â
Eddie sighs, a little too audibly because your shoulders sulk a bit when he lets out the last of the breath. He canât really take this anymore, biting his cheeks for resolve and guiding you over to the concrete barrier that separates the boardwalk from the beach.Â
âLook,â he begins, voice shaking, âBefore we get fries we â we really need to talk about the other night.âÂ
âI said it was fine,â you respond, but you donât meet his eye. Your tone lacks energy, like youâre just trying to push it away; but he doesnât want that. His rings clink against the concrete when he pats the top, âSit.âÂ
When you oblige, he stands between your knees, âItâs not fine. You were really upset. I wanna talk about it.âÂ
âItâs stupid, it doesnât matter,â you reply, your eyes landing on his shoulder, looking at the people walking past him, âIâll get over it.â He tentatively puts a hand on your leg, letting his thumb run over your soft skin. A rush runs through him when you donât pull away, soothingly running his hand back and forth.
âIt matters to me,â he says, moving his head so he can catch your gaze. Itâs clear now that whatever is part of your own tragic lore has a lot to do with how you approach stuff like this; how you donât really want to tell him that he hurt your feelings.Â
âIs it because of me talking about my ex?â he asks.Â
Youâre quiet for a few minutes and heâs patient, watching you mull over the night in your head and finding the courage to let the words out. His hand travels from your thigh to where your hand rests on the barrier, interlocking your fingers with his. Â
âSheâs just so pretty,â you say, voice strained with emotion â weak like youâre swallowing a cry, âAnd I donât look like that.âÂ
âI donât want you to look like that,â he says gently.Â
âItâs not just thatâŚitâs just â I ââ you roll your eyes at your own ridiculousness, âI justâŚIâve been the rebound a lot, before my ex. Always for people whose partner before looked like your ex-wife, and was perfect, and pretty, and graceful, and all of the nice things you said she was. And Iâm sure sheâs great, I really believe you.â He squeezes your hand with gentleness while you continue.Â
âI just donât want to like you this much just to be your rebound,â you confess, âAnd I know you said you like me and that what weâve been doing so far has been so good, but thatâs like â thatâs how it always starts out. These guys will act like Iâm so great for them just to yâknow â toss me when they get what they need. And you just sort of went from talking about how amazing and caring she is to like â talking about my body.âÂ
His brows crinkle, a frown pulling on his lips, âWhy didnât you tell me I was making you feel like that when I asked?âÂ
âI didnât want you to be mad,â you mumble, a crackle in your tone, âOr tell me I was being stupid or get defensive because I justâŚI didnât want to ruin it. But I â I ruined it anyway.âÂ
âNo, no,â he shakes his head, taking his sunglasses off, round eyes pleading to you, âSweetheart you didnât ruin it. Iâm â Iâm sorry you didnât feel like you could tell me. I wouldnât have been mad.âÂ
âI just really donât wanna get hurt,â you plead, âI donât want to waste my time.â âYouâre not I â babe, I donât wanna get hurt either,â he sighs, âBut youâre not a rebound. ItâsâŚitâs been three years since I even considered seeing someone seriously. Thatâs not what Iâm looking for. I already told you that night after Barcade how much I like you.âÂ
âYeah but people say a lot of things just to get laid,â you shrug.Â
His chest deflates, âIs that really what you think of me?âÂ
âI donât know,â you shrug, âMaybe we just donât really know each other yet.âÂ
It dawns on him slowly, you donât really know each other yet. He knows how he feels about you, and how it feels like heâs known you his whole life. But he doesnât know your ins and outs and you donât know his â thereâs a patience and excitement about the idea of learning it all.
âI donât just wanna sleep with you,â he says earnestly, âHell I was â I was so nervous to kiss you at Little Spoon, and even after Steveâs birthdayâŚI â Iâve been thinking about you for weeks. And when things went left yâknow I just â I was waitinâ by the phone for you to say something. I didnât wanna push because I figured maybe you needed a minute.â âBut sugar, I really felt awful,â he continues, letting his hands cup your cheeks, âI really was scared that you just decided you were done with me.âÂ
âI donât wanna be done with you,â you say through squished cheeks.Â
âI donât wanna be done with you, either,â he says, âCause getting started has been really great so far.âÂ
âI still really like you,â you profess.Â
âIâm kind of obsessed with you,â he laughs breathily.Â
âYeah, I know,â you laugh, almost a little teary, âI tell you all the time.âÂ
âIâm gonna kiss you now, okay?â he asks, running his tongue over his lips.Â
âOkay.â With his hands on your cheeks, he pulls you into him, letting his nose brush your first before pressing his lips against yours â no longer rubbery and despondent in their response. He feels weightless, not even caring about the people walking by who might be staring when he slips his tongue into your mouth. Kissing you feels more right than ever. Kissing you feels like coming home.Â
When he breaks away, breathless, his eyes coast over your features, âShitâŚâÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI justâŚI really fucking like you.âÂ
You lean forward to bless him with a kiss again, he doesnât think heâll ever be afraid to steal one from you whenever he wants now.Â
You continued your talk on the remainder of the walk to get fries, explaining your insecurities that he quelled with each thought that passed your lips. He confessed to the tears in his Honda and how he didnât mean to come off so in love when talking about Chrissy â just that she was important to him, and that part of him will love her in a fond way, always. You confess you have a few people like that in your life too, but youâll talk about that in âanother episodeâ. He lets you know you only have to talk about things when youâre ready.Â
On the way back, you hold hands, Eddie holding the bag with your fries in the other. He presses kisses to your temple and cheek every few intervals â laughing at you when you stop at the sound of Return of the Mack to hit a groove.Â
âTruthfully, this is one of my favorite songs of all time,â you tell him, âAnd I played it all week to try to make myself feel better.âÂ
âDid you dance like this in your house each time?âÂ
âI did.âÂ
âIâm sad I missed it, I couldâve used a laugh,â he teases.Â
âYouâre very cruel,â you concede, hip bumping him while you continue on, âYouâd die to have me give you a lap dance.âÂ
His ears turn pink at the thought, âHeh, well umâŚwell if youâre offeringâŚâ
âItâs on the table,â you shrug, giving his hand a squeeze.Â
âIt can be anywhere, sweetheart â table, chair, in space â you name it I ââÂ
He stops when he notices the way a guy looks at you as he walks by, eyes scanning from the top of your head down to your thighs. Eddieâs head tilts, following the guys vision even as you pass â the man getting a good look as your ass with abandon.Â
âHey,â Eddie snaps, a touch of pride swelling in his chest. The guy looks up and meets his eye.Â
âYeah, you,â he continues, holding eye contact with a furrowed brow, âSee somethinâ you like, chief?âÂ
âListen man, Iâm not startinâ trouble here I was â I was just ââÂ
âYou were just walkinâ the other way,â Eddie finishes for him, âGet fuckinâ lost.âÂ
You tuck your lips into your teeth, while Eddie guides you away, hand wrapping around you to slide from your waist to your ass with a firm squeeze before settling in your shorts back pocket. You turn to look at him while you walk and he shakes his head.Â
âDonâ look at me like that,â he huffs a laugh, grinning slightly, âLook, this is my ass.âÂ
âWell, technically itâs my ass but um, yâknow, whatever you say,â you respond, a little breathy. He remembers the way you mentioned tipsily at the bar that you liked that streak in him. And if anything this true now, after these conversations, he wants everyone to know youâre his. Heâs not playing around.Â
When you get back to the group thereâs another set of blankets next to yours, and a collection of more friends that you remember from Steveâs party.Â
âOh, hey freaks,â Eddie chimes when they all say their cheery hellos to the both of you. He nods at Erica in respect, âMiss Applejack.âÂ
âNerd,â she hums out, fishing out a Nerf howler from Steveâs bag to play with Max and Lucas. Steve, of course, is back over making a fool of himself by the girls from earlier while Nancy, Robin, Dustin play cards. Mike, who you havenât met, is stuck in a book under the umbrella.Â
âWhatâre you reading Wheeler?â Eddie asks, taking you hand in hand back to the blanket to sit down.Â
âItâs called The Ethical Slut,â he murmurs, âMe and El are practicing Ethical Non Monogamy while sheâs in LA with Will.âÂ
âPracticing what?â he asks through a mouthful of fry.Â
âEthical non-monogamy,â he sighs, peering over the pages, âMy guys at Oberlin were telling me about it. Itâs like, itâs like being open.âÂ
Eddie pulls a face and take the book out of his hand, hitting him in side of the head with it, âDonât be fuckinâ weird, dude.âÂ
âItâs not â ugh itâs not weird, youâre just old and donât get it,â he sighs.Â
âYouâre old and donât get it, tool,â Eddie clicks his tongue, âThis is why youâre both always fighting.âÂ
âOh my god, weâre not always fighting we justââ âAlright twerps, meet my friends,â Steve says with a game show host smile, hands showing off the two girls from before. They introduce themselves, everyone going around to offer their names, too.Â
âAnd over there is Lucas, Max, and Erica,â Steve says, pointing at the three closer to the edge of the shore. He motions for them to sit, offering them drinks from the coolers while they make themselves comfortable.Â
âI think we should play never have I ever so we can all get to know each other,â Steve offers, sitting between the two women who giggle whenever he looks at them. Clear from the look on their faces that he definitely snuck one of Robinâs pre-rolls over to spark up before bringing them to the group.Â
âNo, Steve, weâre not playing that,â Eddie waves the suggestion off like a bad smell.Â
âHow come?â you ask with a laugh.Â
âCause weâre in our fuckinâ 30s, what is this, a high school beach party?âÂ
âYou just donât like it âcause you always lose,â Steve teases, catching your eye, âHeâs a sore loser, angel.âÂ
âI believe this,â you nod.Â
âOkay, well, I still said what I said,â Eddie huffs.Â
âThereâs no way, look, Iâll start with an easy one,â you offer, âNever have I ever umâŚspent a weekend in jail.âÂ
Eddie scowls with a gravelly sigh, bringing a beer to his lips. Steve barks a laugh, âSee, I told you â sore loser.âÂ
Max, Lucas, and Erica come back to the blankets when they see the newcomers sitting with the group. Max tosses Robin and look and Eddie knows that means theyâll be double teaming to make sure Steve looks like a tool at every given moment. Lucas asks if itâs a round of âNever Have I Everâ and everyone excitedly agrees except for Eddie whose stewing, and Mike whose chest deep in his book.Â
âOkay, we donât have to play,â you soothe, running your hand over his bicep, âBut damn, you spent a weekend in jail?âÂ
âI have spent,â he sighs, taking another sip of beer, âA lot of weekends in jail, sweetheart.âÂ
âLike â for bad stuff?âÂ
âLike, for stupid shit,â he explains, âI was a dumb kid, it was all dumb shit. But yeah, I got a little record. Nothing crazy enough to keep me from teaching.âÂ
âSooo mysterious,â you tease, laying down on your back while you snag a fry from the back, âVery bad boy of Dawsonâs Creek.âÂ
âMean,â he glares playfully, laying next to you, âTell me somethinâ I donât know about you, then.âÂ
âHmm,â you think, turning to look him over, âI am lifeguard and WSI certified.âÂ
âWSI?âÂ
âWater safety instructor,â you answer, âI teach swim lessons. Well used to.âÂ
âYou know like, first aid and stuff?â he asks.Â
âYeah,â you nod excitedly, âLike CPR and stuff.âÂ
âHm,â he hums, leaning on his side, propping his head up, âLike you could give me mouth to mouth?âÂ
âDonât be horny and gross,â you laugh, âI could save your life.â âIt would save my life to have your mouth on my mouth, I promise,â he says with a hint of seriousness.Â
âTell me somethinâ else I donât know about you, jailbird,â you prompt, matching his posture.Â
âUmmm, ah!â he snaps, âI um, I speak Spanish.â Your brows furrow, âLike, fluently?âÂ
âSĂ, con fluidez,â he smirks.Â
âShow off,â you grin.
âOoh, you think itâs hot, donât you?â he laughs, âYou think Iâm so sexy.âÂ
âYouâre somethinâ,â you sigh, âHowâd you get fluent in Spanish?âÂ
âI took it in high school and college,â he shrugs, âBut I worked at a pretty authentic Colombian restaurant for like, five years while teaching before getting to the private school. I was in the kitchen and all the guys spoke Spanish so I sorta committed. And yâknow, a lot of my kidsâ parents speak Spanish so itâs helpful to be able to communicate with them too. I donât wanna lose it, so I practice a lot.âÂ
âLook at you,â you encourage, âWhat else would surprise me?âÂ
âOh I donât know,â he shrugs, feeding you a fry, âMaybe â hmm â I love Sza.â âThe singer?â you ask through a mouthful.Â
âYes,â he nods, âSheâs my celebrity pass Iâm, wow, I love her. Sheâs so fine. But also, I dig her sound â Ctrl is one of my favorite albums of all time. We even do a cover of The Weekend at our sets sometimes.âÂ
âHow does that work? Like, is it just a screamo version?âÂ
âScreamo? Donât disrespect me like that,â he holds a hand to his chest over his silver chains, âWeâre a metal band, baby.â âSorry, please excuse me. Like, is it just a metal version?â you repeat back with a little bite. He rests the tip of his tongue by the sharp point of his canine when he smiles at you, flicking over your face before looking back into your eyes.Â
âItâs kind of a Deftones-y version,â he shrugs.Â
âOh,â you nod, âOkay.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âNothinâ just, would really like to hear that someday,â but thereâs something in the way you say it, âDid you ever record it?âÂ
âMightâve? Maybe just rehearsals,â he shrugs, âIf we did, itâs somewhere on my hard drive.â âWell, maybe we can find it later.â âLater?â he asks, eyes glittering with excitement, âYouâre â youâre gonna come over?âÂ
âYeah, I â I packed a little extra just in case,â you giggle. He knew he was right, that feeling in his gut when he took your bag. He was gonna give you the re-do of a the century.Â
âWeâll look for it when we get home and you can listen,â he promises. âItâd be cool to hear it live one day,â you suggest. He makes a note to put it back in rotation for the summer set list; even though they put the cover to bed some time last year.Â
âYou wanna see me play?âÂ
âOf course,â you nod, âYouâre gonna be a famous rockstar, remember? We went over this.âÂ
âYouâre right,â he nods back, leaning forward, tucking a fingertip under your chin, âI remember.âÂ
You both ignore the coos and aws from the group as he leans in to kiss you.Â
âAfter sun sleepyâ is what you called it in the car as the group of you piled in, the weight of the day heavy on your eyelids. Salt and sand coated both of you, a soft tinge of pink glowed off of Eddieâs shoulders where the sunscreen couldnât hold out any longer. The ride home was less eventful than the ride there, everyone tuckered out and sun soaked from the dayâs activities. Steve gave you both some parting teasing once you let him know he didnât have to drop you off at your house once he pulled up in front of Eddieâs.Â
âUse protection,â he calls out from the window.Â
âBye,â Eddie calls back out, âDonât ever come back.âÂ
Heâs much cooler about opening the door this time around, not speedily trying to get things done before the party made it back to his. No count down for when you had to leave. He has the rest of the night and all of tomorrow to have you to himself. This time he could take it slow, take his time, you could both relax. âI need to shower,â you mumble, slipping your sandals off in the entryway. âWe can shower,â he nods, placing the beach bags down next to his Vans â heâll deal with that later. You turn around on the balls of your feet, smirking while your arms fold across your chest. He tries to ignore the way your boobs push in and up, the top curve of tour cleavage making him feel dumb.Â
âWe?â you ask.Â
âUhh,â he coughs to buy time, smirking to himself behind his hand, âI just â um â I donât know. I donât know why I said that. Why I said it like that.âÂ
You laugh, watching him sputter, âI think I know why you said it like that.âÂ
âLook,â he puts his hands up, âIt may or may not have been something Iâve been thinking about at night when Iâm trying to avoid grading papers. Thatâs all.âÂ
He guides you to the bathroom, stopping at the small closet down the hall to grab you both towels and washcloths; fresh from the dryer this morning. Itâs when youâre both standing on the tile floor, water running, that he realizes whatâs next and heâsâŚwell, heâs nervous.Â
He holds his breath while you take down your shorts, thumbs looping into the straps of your bathing suit to start pulling it down. He braces himself, watching some sand come down with the red fabric while you tug it further over your chest, down your stomach until itâs on the floor. Every inch of you available for him to see, and it doesnât feel like the horny sexual guttural reveal he has imagined it to be. It feels different, eyes scanning over you, your decolletage, your breasts, the peak of your nipples, the dimples in your skin just above your stomach. Your belly, your thighs, the smattering of cellulite where they meet, following all the way down to your toes. Eddie regards you like a painting, like something too sacred to touch. A tug pulls in his ribcage, butterflies in his stomach, throat getting tight where he almost wants to cry. Youâre so beautiful, he thinks. So beautiful that itâs unfair.Â
âWowâŚâ he whispers, delicate and subdued. A smile spreads across your face, so bright and genuine that he melts.Â
âIâm guessing thatâs a good wow,â you infer, pulling back the shower curtain to step in. He catches a glimpse at the back of you, sucking in a breath at the curve of your thighs and hips, meeting to prop up a butt cheek while one foot stays on the lip of the tub.Â
âYeah, yeah itâs um, itâs a really good wow,â he answers, albeit dumbly.Â
âYou coming in, too?â you ask, stepping fully behind the curtain.Â
âYep, yeah,â Eddie nods, hurrying back to himself only to feel the aching tension in his pants. He groans internally, humiliation bubbling in his belly like he got called on in class to come to the board. This was going to happen eventually, right? You were going to see it eventually? So why is it so weird thinking about being in the shower with you. You know he has one, itâs not weird, itâs notâŚa surprise.Â
Just take your pants of, Munson, câmon, he urges to himself. He awkwardly shimmies his trunks down, folding down the boxer briefs beneath them where sand had collected uncomfortably in side.Â
Sand in my fucking ball sack and now I have to go stand in the shower with her? Are you kidding? he grumbles internally. His shirt gets pulled over his head and heâs face to face with himself in the mirror over the sink. A dusting of freckles forming on his shoulders in the soft pink of the mild sunburn, a little burn on the bridge of his nose. Tattoos vibrant against skin that just never seems to get enough sun.Â
Eddie leaves his rings in Tatiannaâs jewelry bowl that they started to share when Tatianna taught him that his jewelry will last longer if he stops showering with it on. As his silver chains drizzle in next to his rings, he takes a breath, turning toward the shower curtain where he can already smell his body wash wafting through the steam.Â
âDid you start without me?â he asks, fingers taking in the fabric.Â
âYouâre taking forever, and I hate feeling sandy,â you respond. He steps in, the warm water hitting his toes, seeing yours where the suds hit to go down the train. When he looks up to see you, he gulps â not only naked, but naked and soapy.Â
Jesus Christ, he sighs in his head. Any sense of calming down his cock had long since passed now.Â
âSorry,â he says quietly, hand covering himself while he steps in.
âItâs okay,â you assure, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. Eddieâs cheeks redden when he watches you scan over him, a satisfied smile pulling your cheeks toward your eyes, âHey, you.âÂ
âHey,â he chokes out, the ease of talking to you and getting you flustered is suddenly harder than itâs ever been before. With a nervous step forward, he reaches for your hips, bruised and rough fingertips sliding over your skin from his assault on his guitar earlier this week. Eddie gulps when he steps fully behind you, his length pressing flat against him between the two of you with a friction that makes both get a hitch in your breath.Â
He leans in to print a kiss on your shoulder, a waft of cedar, bergamot, and vetiver on your skin. Another kiss and he leans his forehead against it while you both stand in the stream of the water.Â
âYou areâŚâ he trails off, taking a shuddering inhale, âYou are so, so beautiful.âÂ
One hand stays on your hip while to other travels up to your waist, to just under your breasts. Slipping and sliding on the soap and water mixing on your skin with left over sunscreen to be washed down the drain.Â
âThank you,â you murmur, headiness deepening your voice. Neither of you move too quickly, letting him press kisses over you before finally kissing your lips to switch sides in the shower. He lathers up and you see it. Your brows raising in surprise while he lets the water soak his curls.Â
âWhat?â he asks with a cheeky grin.Â
âYou know what,â you laugh.Â
âNo, I donât know what,â itâs a tease and he knows that, but itâs still fun to watch you get like this.Â
âYou werenât lying when you said â when you yâknowâŚâÂ
âWhen I saidâŚ?âÂ
âOh my god,â you roll your eyes, embarrassment evident on your face, âWhen you said it was big.âÂ
âOh yeah,â he nods coolly, scrubbing shampoo into his hair, âWhy would I lie about that?âÂ
And despite his half chill demeanor at the comment, he is fucking cheering so loud in his head that you think this about him and are saying it outloud.Â
âWell donât get a big head,â you joke, taking the remaining wash cloth from the edge of the tub and loading it with water and soap, âItâs more important that you know how to use it.âÂ
He tilts his head at you after rinsing out the shampoo, âBe honest, do I look like a guy that doesnât know how to use it?âÂ
âLike I said before,â you reach forward with the washcloth, massaging it onto his shoulder, âWe donât know each other.âÂ
Itâs the way you touch him and the mild scolding that makes his knees weak. Youâre soft but deliberate, sudsing him up on his chest and back while he smooth conditioner in his hair. A muffled moan comes from his diaphragm when you ease the cloth over his lower belly, soap catching on the hair of his happy trail. Your eyes flick up at him mischievously, stepping closer to him to give him a kiss. Eddie sighs into it, letting the water pour down his back and rinse the conditioner out while he leans in rest a hand on your cheek, the other takes the wash cloth from you.Â
âDo you not want me to do it?â you ask sheepishly.Â
âI want you to do it way too much,â he smirks against your lips, quickly leaning down to get his legs and nether regions, âBut thank you, youâre very sweet.âÂ
Thereâs plenty of hot water left, and it doesnât go to waste. Both of you standing in the shower, soapy and fresh where you both feel safe enough to explore. His hands roam the expanse of you, trailing from the top of your neck down to your ass, cupping your breasts and with a gentle squeeze while you both gasp between kisses. His rigid length stays pressed between you, leaking pitifully while snuggly hugging your hip bone.Â
You leave his kiss bitten mouth to nip at his jaw, down further to run your tongue from the base of his neck to the shell of his ear. Unable to hold back anymore, he whines. Needy and desperate, he does it again when your tongue flicks at his earlobe.Â
âMmmâgod,â he breathes, slurring. He feels your smile against his skin when you go back to his neck, embarrassed at the reveal of his sensitive ears and jugular. Your tongue traces the tattoo on his right peck, some scratchy shitty demon head he got when he was sixteen from some older kid in his living room. Wayne wouldâve made him sleep outside if it hadnât gotten infected and needed attention. Eddie keeps meaning to get it covered, but by the way youâre kissing over it he thinks maybe heâll keep it around.Â
He twitches when you get to his ribs, a sharp inhale making him stand rigid while you move further down his body. Your hands rest on his stomach and glide to his thighs while you take your place on your knees in the cramped tub. His cock standing at attention straight out, reddening at the tip, in some way knowing thereâs a girl staring right at it without his brain needing to send the signal.Â
âThis okay?â you ask, looking up at him with dew drops in your lashes. He nods, afraid that if he speaks heâll just spill all over, one false move and heâll end the night before it even began.Â
You move slow, hands just under the swell of his butt. You bypass his erection and kiss his hip bone, then his pelvis. He shivers, hand gripping the shower curtain rod, white knuckling the ceramic coated metal while your breath coasts over his shaft.Â
Your wet tongue runs flat from base to tip, making his eyes shut tight.Â
âShit,â he whimpers and you chuckle. He could just die, feeling the vibration of it on his head where your tongue stays. Your hand grips him gently, pumping him while you keep the top half in your mouth and against your lips. He cracks his eyes open to look down at you, mouth hanging open at the immediate eye contact he gets from you looking up at him. Mouth full and eager, wet and hot.Â
âJesus Christ,â he gasps, free hand delicately resting on the back of your head. You continue your double duty for a few more stroke before dropping your hand. Your eye contact stops, determination in your brow when he feels your mouth and throat open up around him. Your head moving further down his shaft with skill â snug and tight. He thrusts forward slightly, moaning as you work with his hips. Eddie feels himself tighten, the heat in his belly growing to a steady and churning thrum.Â
You like the challenge of getting him off and he can tell by how you keep going, down far enough that you gag and as much as he hates himself for it the sound sends him hurtling towards release. With a cruel bite to his inner cheek he holds back, but the sight of you with spit trailing from your mouth to his shaft does little to aid in settling him down. Almost pornographic.Â
You wipe your mouth, reaching your hand out to stroke him again, but as your mouth leans in to start up he pulls his hips back.
âBaby, baby, wait stopââ he whines, moving away.Â
âIs everything okay?â you ask, putting your hands on your thighs.Â
âI just..wow I ââ he collects himself, offering his hand to help you stand up on the slippery tub floor, âI havenât um â wow, I havenât had my dick sucked in a â in a long time and I donât wanna, I donât wanna cum yet.âÂ
Your worry turns into a cocky and confident smirk, âOh, was that where that was heading?âÂ
He takes another ragged breath to steady himself, âDonât get slick, we got all night.âÂ
You kiss until the water turns cold.Â
Two boxes of pizza sit open on the coffee table in front of the couch youâre both snuggled up in. Both of your bellies are full and eyes drowsy in the glow of the TV. The sun had made its way down and the weather cooled off considerably, the breeze from the windows keeping you both under blankets with your bodies wrapped around each other in a cozy post carb bliss.Â
âThis is honestly all Iâve wanted for weeks,â Eddie murmurs.Â
âWhat is?â you ask, tilting your head up so the tip of your nose hits his cheek.Â
âThis,â he says softly, âBeing all snuggled up on my couch with you.â âYouâre so cheesy,â you tease.Â
âYeah, thatâs something you should get to know about me,â he says into a kiss, âMâsuper cheesy.âÂ
âHuge tool,â you nod, another kiss.Â
âItâs really bad,â he agrees, âIâm so annoying.â âSo annoying,â you mumble, tongue striping his lower lip. He grants you access with ease, tongue dancing with yours while you maneuver your way onto his lap like you had after Steveâs party.Â
âSnuggled up on my couch with no one to interrupt us,â he says, looking up at you with desperate eyes, âRight?âÂ
You bite your lip nervously, the confidence from the shower ebbing away even in the heat of the moment, âRight.â âCome with me,â he says, voice sweet and slow like molasses. Eddie eases you off his lap, taking your hand to bring you into his bedroom â which he scrubbed to sparkling the night before. At the foot of his bed he kisses your cheek, fingers running over the hem of your sleep shirt, no longer a sputtering idiot but smooth in his movements while he eases it off you.Â
He leans down to kiss your neck, earning him a breathy sigh while your back arches into him. His thumbs tuck under the band of your sweats and panties, letting them fall to the floor by your feet â easing you on to your back on his comforter.Â
He takes down his own sweats, half hard as he climbs onto the bed on his knees, kneeling between yours. Your arms come up to snake under his, wrapping around his back, hands landing on his traps. He relents leaning down on his forearms so youâre skin to skin, chest to chest. Your noses brush, Eddie using his to angle your face to him, pressing your foreheads together, the tops of your lips touching.Â
âThis is okay, right?â he asks, the warm white glow of the rope light on his far wall illuminating the frizz in his curls like a halo. It cradles your face, bouncing off your eyes that look so sweet at him.Â
âI think if it wasnât, I wouldnât be naked under you right now,â you say back, barely audible.Â
âRight, right,â he chuckles, lips attaching to yours with needy hunger. He stiffens below the belt, groaning when your hips roll up to meet his, when your legs wrap around him. But he canât just start like that, pushing up again onto his hands.Â
âI gotta go down on your first,â he huffs.Â
âI mean Iâm not gonna say no,â you laugh, he laughs too. A pepper of pecks following from your lips and down your chest, he takes fond care of your nipples on the way down. Tongue and teeth gently nipping and licking while his fingers explore between your legs.Â
âEddieâŚâ your breathy call of his name sends a shiver through him, feeling how wet you are already just from having him pressed up against you like this.Â
âThat feels good?â he asks tentatively, meeting his fingers between your thighs.Â
âMhm,â you sigh, back arching slightly while his face disappears and all that can be seen are the tops of his curls. He dips and swirls his tongue in all the ways you liked before, burying himself deeper the more you react. Each desperate cry spurring him on to continue, each pump of his fingers inside you making you clench around the digits.Â
âYou taste,â he starts, replacing his fingers with his tongue at your entrance for a bit before breaking to your inner thigh, âso, so good.âÂ
âPlease do that again,â you whine, weak and pitiful. He obliges without hesitation, keening into your touch when you grip his hair at the crown. It stings but he likes it, it stings and he wonders how hard you can pull. When you start to get loud he lifts his head up, brows raised under his fluffy bangs.Â
âWow,â he smiles into a snicker, âYâknow, I got neighbors sweetheart.âÂ
âOh my god,â you laugh shakily, covering your face, âMâsorry.âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â he says with a shake of his head, crawling back up your body. He moves your hands away, looking down at you, âYouâre not fuckinâ with me, right?âÂ
You shake your head no, âIâm not fucking with you itâs â yeah, even better the second time.âÂ
He shrugs with a cheesey grin, âWell yâknow Iâm kindaââ
âDonât be a dweeb,â you put two fingers to his lips, âShut up and fuck me.âÂ
Eddie chokes on his words, âOh, yes uh â yes maâam, absolutely.âÂ
He nervously climbs over you to get to his side table drawer, the box of condoms he found last week sitting undisturbed. He rips the foil open with his teeth, taking his time to roll it on while you turn to your side to watch him.Â
âItâs bad for your teeth to do that,â you note.Â
âIs that your concern right now?â he asks, looking up from under his brow while he finishes the task.Â
âIâm just saying,â you shrug. He motions you further up the bed, settling between your legs again, taking a chance to admire you below him. Soft curves and skin, legs pressed against your chest and splayed open for him, a peace offering after years of not getting it right. You were right.Â
âYouâre just saying?â he replies with the tilt of his head, smoothing back down to press himself against you, a bruising kiss in his wake, âSâthat it? You were just saying?âÂ
âMmmhmm,â your response is muffled against his lips, a low whine bubbling through your kiss as his tip catches between your legs. Neither of you take pause, his hips buck forward, still wrapped up in you and again until he feels it. The firm pressure of your core wrapped around him, sucking him in to the hilt.Â
âJeeesus Christ,â he groans in your ear, pressing his face into your neck. He can tell heâs stretching you out, feeling your nails dig into his back in a sting that feels just as delicious as you pulling his hair.Â
âOh my god,â a strangled moan leaks from your throat in a head voice. Eddieâs eyes flutter closed, letting himself rock into you steadily, supporting himself on one arm and the other making itâs way behind your knee to keep you spread open. He pushes up a little, hair falling forward on one side, curtaining one side of your face.Â
Itâs more than he couldâve imagined, kicking himself for not getting it right in all the day dreams he had of this moment, you look serene. Brows slightly pinched, mouth open to let out all your little huffs and sounds. Your arms let go of him as he raises over you, laying back with your palms up toward the ceiling by your head. He watches as your breasts bounce on your chest, the gentle jiggle in your arms, the arch in your back.Â
âKiss me,â you breathe,aching, âPlease.â
And how can he deny you when you ask like that? Maintaining his position he cranes his neck down to latch himself onto you, feeling your hands cup his face. Eddie grunts into the kiss, speed picking up while he chases the pleasure beating like a drum in his body, each lewd smack of skin against skin making him hungry for more.Â
You moan wantonly into his mouth, making him moan in return, trying to find any angle and speed to make you keep making those sounds. Neighbors be damned. He pulls out to pull you by the thighs flush to him, pushing back in without a breath and you wail. He can feel your walls squeeze down on him, warm and tight, even tighter when he pushes your legs back up against your chest. From here, he can tell this position works for you â which is perfect because itâs working even better for him.Â
âSh-i-hi-hit, baby,â he grunts, sweat starting to sheen across your skin, âThis good?âÂ
âYeah.â He has to shut his eyes again, think of something bad so that he doesnât bust at the sound of you whining like that. Like an amateur porn star who never fakes it.Â
âYeah?â he teases, snaking back down to kiss your neck.Â
âOh godâŚâ you nearly blubber.Â
He coasts his lips over you until landing at that spot that he found on his couch a couple weeks ago. The tip of his tongue teasing at first before letting his teeth graze it with his lips.Â
âOh! Oh fuck,â you yelp. He holds in a laugh, nipping and sucking on your neck while your hips meet his thrusts.Â
âOh god, fuck - fuck more,â you groan, voice ragged while he keeps the pace in his hips. Another bright sting accosts him when one of your hands drags down the expanse of his back from under his shoulder blade.Â
With a growl he feels you cum, clamping down on him â but youâre so slick that it doesnât deter his thrusts. You pulse, moans and cries peeling off into a high pitched whisper while he slows down inside of you before coming to a stop.Â
âYou okay?â he asks.Â
âY-yeah justâŚneed a sec,â you sigh, âNeed a breather.âÂ
âThatâs okay,â he soothes, running his hands comfortingly over your thighs.Â
âAre you having fun?â you ask between deep inhales.Â
âOh, Iâm having a blast,â he confirms with a laugh, settling back on his calves while you collect yourself, âAre you?âÂ
âGod,â you reply, exasperated, âI knew you were trouble.â âDoesnât answer my question,â he says with a quirk of his lips.Â
âIâm having a lot of fun,â you nod, a sleepiness pulling at your eyes, âCan I say something?âÂ
âAlways.âÂ
âI thought youâd be a sex playlist kind of guy.âÂ
âExcuse me?â he asks.Â
âYou just gave me a âhas a sex playlistâ vibe,â you shrug.Â
âWhy do you think that? What vibe?â Eddieâs tone falls under bewilderment, âDo you think I need music on so I can fuck?âÂ
âI donât know, youâre a music teacher maybe thatâs just your thing,â you laugh at his surprise and mild offense.Â
âI donât need a beat to know what Iâm doing, babe, thatâs just disrespectful,â he jokes.Â
âI was a little surprised when you didnât go to your stereo to be like âLet me just set the mood,ââ youâre teasing him on purpose now, it makes his heart skip a beat. That quick mouth of yours coming back full force â he likes you like this. He could love you like this.Â
âSet the mood? Iâm not setting the mood enough for you, hm?â âYou just have a very âlet me play grunge while I get it onâ sort of energy going onââ âListen, listen, enough,â he waves you off to shut you up, âYour break is up if youâre gonna use it to make fun-a-me, flip over.âÂ
âFlip over? Yeah?â you challenge. âYeah,â he challenges back, gripping you at the hips, âFlip over.âÂ
Seeing you in an arch like this turns his brain to mush, ass in the air with hips that follow down into your waist and back out again. He smirks, readying himself behind you while his hand smooths over the swell of your hip.Â
âI could get very used to this,â he murmurs to himself.Â
âNice view up there, Munsonâ you ask, cheek pressed up against his pillows. You wiggle your hips against him, tantalizing and slow.Â
âVery, very nice,â he assures. He guides his still aching length to your entrance, and he can tell even half way in that this is a position that works for you. Already gripping the sheets next to you before his hips make it align with yours. He doesnât let it deter him, backing up to give you a not so delicate thrust all the way into you.Â
You let out a surprised huff.Â
âSee what happens when you make fun?â he coos.Â
âI will make fun of you all the time if this is what Iâm getting out of it,â you smirk. This playfulness is something he missed, feeling familiar, even in this position. He looks you over again, your body a stunning expanse infront of him â not afraid to do what he needs, not afraid to break you.Â
Things with Chrissy had been fine, sure. But there felt like there was so much more possibility here, snug tight inside you.Â
âHmm, Iâll make a note of that,â he grits out, steadying himself before starting up a rhythm. He leans his head back with a desperate groan, fingertips sinking into the fat of your hips harder with every âplap! plap! plap!â of his pelvis against your backside. The downside is not getting nearly as good of a view of your face, but if it saves the neighbors from ringing the bell heâs all for it. Youâre loud enough with your face in the pillow.Â
He sputters, hands moving from hips to waist when you bounce back against him.Â
âShit, doll,â he growls, watching your ass bounce in double time. Every meeting of his thrusts tugs on him quicker, his resolve faltering when you start to come undone under him again. He has no qualms with how easy it is to get you there, in fact, he makes a mental note to try to beat the high score every time.Â
Your thighs and hips give way, pressing back down into the mattress where he follows. Eddie readjusts while you catch your breath, letting you lay flat on your belly with your legs together.Â
âStay like this, hm?â he says in a whisper in your ear, kissing your temple.Â
âHmm,â you respond, eyes fluttering closed.Â
He settles over your thighs, reaching down to part your lips that are soaked and puffy with latent need. Heâs close, and knowing heâs essentially fucked you to sleep is doing nothing but getting him closer. Pushing in slow, with your legs together, makes him shudder. You squeeze your thighs and while he canât see you he knows youâre smirking to yourself.Â
âHmm, keep doinâ that for me,â he mumbles headily.Â
âSâit feel good?â you ask.Â
âSâreal good, baby,â he murmurs back tightly, still quiet. The ends of his hair tickle your back while he leans forward over you, drilling you hard into the mattress.Â
âOh god, fuck,â he growls when you squeeze your thighs and walls again, âFuck, baby, just like that.âÂ
He lets his breath run through his nose like a bull, groaning and grunting before an aching moans pools of out him â spilling into the condom while inside you.Â
Pulling out, he takes a heaving breath, taking care of the condom and collapsing beside you.Â
âHoly shit,â he sighs, looking at you with glassy eyes.Â
âYou gonna make it?â you ask with a raise of your brow. Body like dead weight, he wills himself closer to you, wrapping you up in his arms over the covers.Â
âIf not, thatâs totally fine,â he says into your temple, âDying right now would be totally fine.âÂ
âWell donât,â you say back, âIâd prefer you didnât.âÂ
âOkay, I wonât," his eyes close with the scent of you in his nose, lulling him to sleep. âThanks," your sleeply reply vibrates against his chest where your face stay planted in comfort. âYouâre welcome.âÂ
Eddie wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing in the living room, eyes peering open blearily to the sun pouring in from his window. He flicks his eyes over to you, seeing your bare back and steady breaths. Fast asleep.Â
He eases out of bed, grabbing his boxers off the floor before making it to the living room on the balls of his feet so he doesnât step too loudly. At the flip of his phone heâs assaulted with the reflection of himself on an incoming FaceTime call. He answers it, rubbing his eyes when a happy scream echoes through the speaker of his phone.Â
âIâm a FIANCEEEEEE!â Tatianna screams from behind her hand, the rock on her finger front and center in the camera.
âCongratulations,â he sing songs, speaking low, âHold on, hold it a little further away from the camera so I can see.âÂ
Tatianna flips the camera to show off her ring in the sunlight, Eddieâs heart flutters when it glitters and catches in the rays. She flips the camera back to her, beaming from ear to ear.Â
âDid you know?â she asks.Â
âOf course I knew,â he says matter of factly, âIâve known for months. I helped make it happen.âÂ
âHe did so good, Ed,â Tatianna smiles, âSunrise? He really like â he knows me. Thatâs my husband! AHHHH!âÂ
Eddie laughs again but shushes himself, remembering youâre still asleep in the other room.Â
âWhyâre you being quiet? Oh shit â sheâs there huh?â she grins. Gareth makes his way into frame, passing her a glass of champagne.Â
âYeah, guys, sheâs here,â he nods, âAnd sheâs sleeping. Otherwise Iâd be screaming too.âÂ
âSure there was plenty of screaming last night if sheâs sleeping,â Gare nudges Tati who nudges him back. Eddie letâs them laugh at him because it would be even worse if they were actually there.
âEverythingâs good though? Rob texted me saying things kind of went left but I didnât want to bring it up if you didnât bring it up to us,â she asks, sun gleaming off her skin and bright blue bikini top.Â
âEverythingâs good, weâll talk about it when you come back,â he assures.Â
âWell we donât wanna interrupt, then,â Gare says, leaning in to kiss Tati on the cheek and then her lips, glossy with champagne.Â
âItâs more like I donât want to interrupt you,â Eddie says back, âIâll call you later. Love you both.â âLove youuuu,â Tatianna calls back, âIâmma fianceeeee!âÂ
They cut the call with their mouths on each other and heâs sure he wonât hear back from them for at least a day. Heâs glad it at least all went off without a hitch.Â
Leaving his phone on the coffee table, he makes his way back to the bedroom where youâre wrapped up in his covers. Running a hand over your shoulder, he gently shakes you awake.Â
âHey pretty,â he coos when your eyes open, âWas gonna make some breakfast, if you want.âÂ
âWassonthemenu?â you yawn out, stretching.Â
âFrench toast,â he offers, âIâm kind of a connoisseur.âÂ
âOoh that sounds good, I donât think Iâve had french toast in years,â you say with your eyes closed.Â
âTake your time,â he kisses your forehead, âJust meet me in the kitchen.âÂ
When you do, heâs cracking eggs. Your slow shuffle gets his attention, turning to look at you he sees you picked up his sweats and shirt by mistake.Â
âHello, good morning,â you say stiffly, âIt appears I am dressed to impress.âÂ
âYou certainly are,â he jokes back.Â
âIâm happy to get some coffee together while you make breakfast,â you offer, âJust let me know where everything is.âÂ
He points out where you can get started but grabs the mugs for you, giving you a sweet kiss good morning while he does. You donât talk much, just the sounds of him cooking and the coffee machine whirring while the town wakes up around you both outside. He tells you about the engagement and that they can call again later so you can congratulate them too. You of course, gave him a reproachful look for not waking her up to start with. You pour the coffee while he plates the toast, thick and crusted over with brown sugar and cinnamon. He sets the butter and maple syrup on the center of the kitchen table while you grab plates and silverware. The domesticity makes his heart ache, because with you, it feels like this could be your house together. With you, it feels like itâs a future where he doesnât live with Tati and Gare, and he wakes up to you every day. He swears he smells chlorine in the air.Â
âYou donât like cream or sugar, right?â you ask, putting the mug in front of him while he sits at the table.Â
âI donât, but we have some. Thereâs milk and cream in the fridge door and I thiiiink some stevia packets in the cabinet with all the baking stuff. That one.âÂ
He points to the cabinet next to the stove and you snatch a couple like gold. He sips his cup while you prepare your coffee, giggling to yourself.Â
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
âItâs just, this outfit is not what I had in mind to be wearing in front of you after a night like that,â you laugh, âI thought maybe Iâd have a sexy robe on or something and instead I just ââ You take a sip from your mug, shaking your head, âI look like a teenage boy from â07 whose about to do a kick flip for the ladies.âÂ
Eddie barks a laugh into his coffee cup, âYou do, you look just like that.âÂ
âI know,â you laugh back, âBut then again, Iâm in your clothes. So I guess itâs you who looks like a teenager from â07.âÂ
âI can do a kick flip,â he admits. âYeah, Iâm not surprised,â you say into your next sip.Â
Eddie swears he can hear the rush of water while his classmates kick on the side of the pool, his own toes on the edge of the block.Â
âYou know who you look like, almost exactly?â he asks, putting his mug down and meeting you at the counter. âWho?â you ask with a smile.Â
âYou look just like Eddie Munsonâs girlfriend,â he says, hand falling on your hip.Â
âYeah?â you reply, a little taken aback, âJust like her?âÂ
âSpitting image,â he nods.Â
âYou know, before I said that thing about looking like teenage boy, I was gonna say âHey, you know something? I think I look just like Eddie Munsonâs girlfriend,â you beam. Your response makes his heart race, such a goofball, so like him, so easy, so right.Â
He cocks his head, peering at you, âWait, I think â wait â are youâŚthe lead guitar playerâs girl? Eddie Mnsonâs girlfriend?â
You smirk, falling into the bit with him, âOh my god yeah, thatâs me â canât get you in the show though, sold out. Heâs like, a totally famous rockstar now.â
âAh, thatâs okay,â Eddie shakes his head with a winning smile, hand splaying over your waist to pull you in, âI know someone in the band.âÂ
A coffee flavored kiss seals the deal.Â
Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears the shrill call of Miss Tiffanyâs whistle.Â
He nails the dive every time.
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older!rich!Eddie x younger!fem!reader
summary: Eddie is a regular at the store where you work and flirts with you every chance he gets
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (f receiving) Eddie had a degradation kink, Eddie ties reader up, use of the word whore, age gap (reader is 25 and Eddie is 40)
Based on a comment on this post by @n0t-even-try1ng-2
You watched Eddie enter the store as you folded a shirt and put it on the table with the others that were just like it. He had come in very regularly and you wondered just what he did to his clothing in order to need a new shirt every week.
He made a beeline for you with a bright smile. He was dressed in his usual suit so you assumed he just got off work. You didnât know what he did, but you assumed that it was important considering that he wore a suit everyday. Maybe he was a lawyer or something along those lines. His long hair was perfect, not a single hair out of place and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers through it. It just looked so soft and pretty.
âHey, stranger,â he greeted with his million dollar smile.
âHello, Eddie,â you nodded. âHavenât seen you in a while.â It wasnât like you were counting or anything. Okay, maybe you were.
âYeah, workâs been kind of busy,â he shrugged. âIâve been getting off after you close, which is a huge disappointment because I missed you-I mean, you guys.â Nice save.
âWell, we have some new stuff in if youâre interested.â You led Eddie to the rack where the new clothing items were located and he stood behind you. He reached up and grabbed onto a blue button up shirt and you didnât miss the way his hand rested on your hip as he did so.
You looked down at his hand and slowly brought your hand up to rest on top of his. You had been wanting him to touch you for months, maybe in a more inappropriate way, but you were going to take whatever you could get.
You had been crushing on him for months and you knew that a relationship between the two of you would be inappropriate, but you couldn't help but fantasize about it. He was so hot and older and knowing that you probably shouldn't have been interested in him only made you want him more.
"What do you think?" He asked as he held the shirt up to his chest. The color complimented him perfectly, making his brown eyes pop.
"I like it. You should try it on." Eddie began to unbutton his shirt and you put your hands on top of his. "Not here, silly!" You giggled. "In the dressing room."
"I think I need some help. These buttons are awfully tricky," he winked and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you to the nearest dressing room.
He pulled the door open and dragged you inside before slamming it closed. As soon as you were out of the view of the cameras, your hands immediately went to Eddieâs shirt, unbuttoning it as slowly as possible.Â
Once it was unbuttoned, you eyes the tattoos that were all over his torso, curious about them and what they meant. Maybe you could have asked him later. He put the other one on and you buttoned it up, moving even slower as a way to tease him and he was playing right into your hand, falling for it so easily.Â
He then turned to the mirror, moving this way and that to see how it looked and he immediately decided that he liked it. He wanted to buy it with the intention of having you rip it off him, the buttons flying everywhere as you did so. And then heâd buy another for work because he really did think that it suited him.Â
âWhat do you think?â He asked as he turned to face you and you studied him, wondering how he looked good in every single color. It was honestly unfair.Â
âVery handsome,â you replied, moving your hands up to fix the collar that had gotten moved when he had put the shirt on. Your fingers brushed his neck as you pulled the collar down and he felt his cheeks burn as thought about what they would feel wrapped around his neck, giving it a little squeeze. He just wanted you to do the most filthy things to him and he just knew that youâd enjoy it just as much as he would.Â
âIâll take two,â he said before leaning down so that his lips were right by your ear. âOne for work and one for you to rip to shreds,â his hot breath on your skin mixed with his filthy words was making a mess of your cunt. âI donât want it to even look like a shirt when youâre done with it.âÂ
He pulled back to look at you and the sexual tension between the both of you was palpable. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and Eddie slowly brought his thumb up to remove it. Once it was free from your teeth, he ran his thumb along it slowly, removing some of your lipstick, but you didnât mind. You didnât mind at all. In fact, you wanted nothing more than for him to kiss you so roughly that it smeared all over both of your faces.
Before you could register what he was doing, he grabbed hold of your hips and pushed you up against the door. He pressed his lips to yours roughly and you responded quickly by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. His lips moved down to your neck and he peppered the spot with kisses before giving it a rough suck. You let out a loud moan and quickly covered your mouth, suddenly remembering that you were at work. You pushed him off of you and fixed your shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure that you looked presentable. You definitely didnât with your hair all messed up and your lipstick smeared all over your face.
âLet me clock out really fast,â you told him as you checked the time on your phone to make sure that it was okay for you to do so. You pulled Eddie over to the register and checked him out before shooing him out of the store. He stole another kiss before heading out to his car to wait for you while you finished closing up.Â
You did your duties as quickly as you could, but still made sure that they were done correctly as you occasionally turned to the car that was in front of the store. The very handsome man was sitting in the driverâs seat, his eyes looking at you hungrily.
You usually took your sweet time to lock up so youâd get a little extra cash for staying later, but not tonight. Tonight, you had something waiting for you and it was worth losing the few extra dollars if it meant he was going to fuck you senseless.Â
You locked the doors as quickly as possible before getting into the passenger seat of Eddieâs very nice, very expensive car. You turned to him and he was already looking at you, lust filling his eyes. Without a word, his hand moved to the back of your head and he pulled your face to his, your lips crashing together. He took no time to lick into your mouth, trying to speed up the process since he was already very hard and getting even more so by the second.Â
His hands moved up your top and he quickly removed it from you, wanting to see just what kind of bra you were wearing. It was black and lacy and he wondered why you were wearing something so scandalous to work.Â
âThis is pretty,â he complimented as his free hand ran over the lace, his cold fingers brushing along your skin causing a shiver to run up your spine. âYou wear it for me, sweetheart?â He joked.Â
âYes,â you breathed, completely serious.Â
âDid you think youâd get lucky?â
âI was hoping.â
âYeah?â He asked as he unhooked your bra and tossed it into the backseat. âBeen dreaming about this, hm?â His hand moved to your tit and he began to massage your nipple with the pad of his thumb. âBeen dreaming about all the things Iâd do to you?â
âYes,â you moaned and Eddie put on a devilish smirk, loving that he had you exactly where he wanted you.Â
âGood,â he moved his hand to the other nipple. âBecause Iâve been dreaming about it too. Christ, youâve been torturing me every damn day. Did you know that? Itâs like youâve been wearing those skimpy tops on purpose.â
âMaybe I have.â You bat your eyelashes and that was the final straw. Eddie pressed his lip to your chest and gave it a rough suck, causing you to moan loudly. Music to his ears. He licked and sucked all over, wanting to hear more of those delicious sounds.Â
He moved his way down to one of your tits and brought your nipple into his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth along it, teasing you a bit before going in for the main event. He gave the sensitive spot a rough suck and you whined in response, wanting even more than he was giving. You were getting needy and he was eating it up.Â
Just as your vision was going hazy, Eddie brought the thing between his teeth and nibbled on it, giving you a little taste, wanting you to bed for the full thing. He needed to hear the words fall from your lips, wanting to hear you whine for him.Â
âMore, Eddie,â you whimpered and he did as you asked, biting down a little harder. âHarder.â Your whines were getting pathetic and he was getting super hard. He bit down as hard as he could without actually breaking the skin and you screamed his name as you reached your first climax. Eddie pulled away with another smirk, convinced that was the fastest he had ever made a girl cum. Less than twenty minutes and you were already a fucking mess.Â
He looked down at his creation of hickeys all along your chest and smiled to himself, thinking that was his best work. He then pressed his lips to yours again, licking into your mouth again, swirling his tongue around it, wanting to taste every inch of it.Â
You pulled away and started to move to the backseat, pulling Eddie with you by his tie that you hadnât noticed he had put back on until now. He followed you eagerly and as soon as you were both seated, you started to remove his tie. Once it was off, you handed it to him, your eyes going dark.Â
âTie me up,â you commanded and Eddie blinked at you, almost as if he didnât understand you.Â
âWh-â
âI said tie me up,â you commanded and Eddie nodded furiously, wanting to obey.Â
âNeed you to take my shirt off first, sweetheart, then I promise that Iâll tie you up.â Your hands went to his shirt and you unbuttoned it as fast as you could, desperate for him to actually get inside you. You couldnât wait any longer and swore that your pussy was aching from how long you had been longing for his cock.Â
As soon as his shirt was discarded, he grabbed your wrists firmly and lifted them over your head. He then looped the tie through the handle that was connected to the side of the door and tied it tight, looking down at your face to see that flirty look that always drove him crazy.Â
Once he was done, he lowered himself down onto you and licked and sucked on your stomach, slowly but surely making his way down to your jeans, hearing your pathetic little whines as you begged for him.Â
âEddie, please,â you begged. âNeed you so fucking bad.â He looked up at you as he slowly unbuttoned your pants, taking his time sliding the zipper down. He then practically ripped your jeans off of you as he slid them quickly down your legs. He then discarded them before removing your underwear, spreading your legs wide to get a good look at your cunt.Â
It was sopping wet and he licked his lips as he thought about what you tasted like. But that would have to wait. He wanted to fill you up first and lap up the combination of his cum mixed with your slick, just knowing that it was going to taste heavenly. That you would taste heavenly.Â
âShit, sweetheart. Is this all for me?â He asked, not taking his eyes off your cunt.Â
âWho else would it be for?â You asked, your tone a little angry since he seemed to be taking his time.Â
âDon't take that tone with me,â he commanded. âOr else Iâll have to punish you.â
âMaybe I want to be punished,â you replied.Â
âAlright,â he sighed. âYou asked for it.â He unbuckled his belt and quickly pulled his pants along with his underwear, letting his massive cock spring free.Â
He rolled a condom onto it and before you realized what was happening, he pounded it into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. He gripped your hips, digging his fingers into your skin as he thrusted in and out.Â
You looked up at him, watching his chest move as his breathing became labored. He was looking down at your with a devilish smirk and you didnât like how he knew just how much you were enjoying yourself. Like he had you all figured out. By the end of the night, youâd know him like the back of your hand. You intended on it.Â
âOh my god,â you mewled. âSo good.âÂ
âLook at you,â he said as his hands moved to your ass, his fingers digging into the skin so hard that they were definitely going to leave marks. âTaking it like such a good whore.âÂ
âIf anyoneâs the whore,â you said through labored breaths. âItâs you.â And he was. You knew he had a reputation around town and he was definitely living up the hype. So many women had talked about how good he was in bed and they were definitely right. Maybe if you were lucky, next time heâd actually invite you into his bed instead of the back of his car.Â
Eddie was loving the way your were speaking to him. It always seemed like women just did what he wanted just because he was asking. But he loved that you spoke your mind and werenât afraid to give it back to him.Â
He gave your ass a rough slap and you gasped, but had to admit that you loved the sting. He somehow knew exactly how you liked being fucked and he didnât even have to ask.Â
âWhat did I tell you about talking back?â He asked, giving your ass another hard slap. He pounded into you again and again, your sounds becoming music to his ears. He had fucked more women than he could count, but you were definitely becoming his favorite.Â
âYou didnât say anything.â And he hadnât. He had just told you that he didnât like your tone. He retaliated by thrusting all of him inside of you and your vision went hazy for the second time as you felt another orgasm building.Â
âEddie,â you whined. âI think Iâm gonna-â your words were cut off by a loud scream escaping your mouth.Â
âThatâs right, princess,â he cooed. âLet it out. God, look so fucking pretty on my cock.â His thrusts continued until he let out a scream of his own before slowing down. He then pulled out and disposed of the condom before untying you.Â
âYou wanna know where else Iâd look pretty?â You asked, batting your eyelashes again.Â
âWhere?â He was trying to piece it together, but he couldnât figure out what you were referring to.Â
âOn your face,â you replied, pushing him down so that his back was to the seat.Â
âFuck, okay,â he nodded enthusiastically as you hovered over him. You placed a messy kiss on his lips then he helped you place yourself onto his face. Your legs were spread wide so he had total access to your cunt and he could feel your slick all over his face, fully prepared to lick up every last drop once he was done.Â
You held onto the handle that hung on the roof as his tongue moved back and forth across your slit. Moans already falling from your lips at the small action. He licked and sucked on the spot, moving you lower down his face just slightly so he could see just how undone you were becoming with just the movement of his tongue.Â
âEddie, shit,â you moaned and he saw that as an invitation to continue, moving his hands to your ass once more, digging his fingers into your cheeks.
His teeth grazed your cunt and you knew you were done for. The pressure on the sensitive spot was driving you absolutely wild and you would have been happy with him doing just that the whole night.Â
Just when you thought it couldnât get any better, he shoved his tongue inside you, swirling it around until he hit just the right spot.Â
âFuck,â you mewled, throwing your head back as ecstasy rolling through you. You were feeling almost drunk, but you werenât ready to give up just yet. Not when it was just getting good.Â
Another scream fell from your lips and now your throat was feeling raw, but you still wanted to keep going. Especially when it felt so good.Â
Eddie removed his tongue from you and went back to licking and sucking, wanting to lap up every last bit of your slick. You tasted absolutely divine, so much so that he could have eaten you out for hours. All the sounds you had made in response were all just a bonus.Â
He brought his teeth back in again and you reached yet another orgasm, another scream tearing through you. This one was more intense than the others, taking every last bit of strength you had with it. You were suddenly feeling so tired and limp.Â
Once he could see just how tired you were, he decided to call it quits. He helped you off of him then took some napkins from his glove compartment, cleaning the both of you up before getting you both dressed.Â
He then helped you into the passenger seat, knowing that you were in no position to drive at the moment. You were too blissed out to even speak properly. God, he wished he could make you feel like that every night.Â
âDo you want me to take you home?â He asked. âOr we could go back to my place. Whichever you prefer.âÂ
âYour place,â you responded a little too quickly. âFor sure.âÂ
âGood,â he nodded, placing his hand on your thigh as he pulled out of the parking lot. âBecause thatâs what I was hoping.â And he was. He was looking forward to letting you borrow some of his pajamas and snuggling with you in his bed. And in the morning, he was going to make you a big breakfast complete with everything you could have ever wanted. He was going to absolutely spoil you and you were going to eat it up.Â
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okay okay, but imagine an older!modern!eddie getting ticked off every time you have your phone on 'do not disturb.'
this was supposed to be a blurb but pls queens turn off your dnd this is loosely based on a true story
eddie munson x fem! reader
word count: 3k
cw: porn with a little plot, spanking with a spoon, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv (pls don't do that), use of nicknames (sweetness, sugar, baby etc), established d/s dynamic (even if there isn't much of it here), no physical description of reader, minors dni, smut below the cut!
Like, it starts off kinda funny like "Honey, c'mon I need you to return my calls if I know you're free. I needa know my girl is safe" he says, voice real sweet. You just apologize and turn it off.
Until it becomes a recurrent thing. He'll call you to ask if you still need to get picked up after class while you're out running errands. You don't see his call until after class and you hurriedly call him to come pick you up.
Or he's at the grocery store to pick up dinner for later and he's texting you to ask what he needs to get for you and you just don't answer him. You don't see his texts.
He tries to call. Voicemail.
He later gets home with whatever he was craving and just starts cooking.
"But I thought we said we were gonna do pasta, Ed? Why're you making chicken?" you ask, literally without a clue as to why dinner plans have changed.
"Well, sweetness, if you don't answer my texts or return my calls how the hell am I supposed to know what kinda pasta you wanted, huh?" he just shrugs, voice a bit hardened. You can tell it's starting to tick him off.
"Oh, shit. Sorry Ed, I don't even know where my phone is, really" you scratch your head, looking around but not really in search for your phone.
"Well, if you didn't have your DnD on you'd know where your phone is once I call or text you. It's starting to get a little frustrating, baby, can you please be a little more mindful and turn off your 'do not disturb' when you don't need it please?" you just nod sheepishly, like you've been scolded for not saying 'thank you' to a gift you didn't like.
And it does end up happening numerous times. Luckily, nothing too insane.
Sometimes he'd ask you if you wanted to call and you just sit there waiting for him to call. After ten minutes, you assume he's gone to sleep (he's a bit old after all), so you turn off your phone and tuck in for the night.
"Why didn't you pick up last night baby? I called you like six times" he asks the morning after.
"Wait, you called? I was waiting for you to call and then you didn't so I just went to bed" you explain, then clocking the issue there. Shit.
"You had your DnD on, didn't you, sweetness?" and he gets close to you. Close enough for you to hold your breath, too entranced by his big presence, filling up every bit of your vision. You feel suffocated by him.
You look down, too much to be looking at him right now, with the aura of calm and cool control that he exudes. It'd be easier for him to swallow you whole than for you to be making eye contact with him right now.
He just takes care of that promptly for you. He gingerly places two fingers under your chin, making you look at him in the eyes.
"You look at me when I talk to you. You know better, don't you baby?" and he puts on this fake pout that makes you blush all over. You imagine the butterflies at the bottom of your stomach tinging a pretty shade of pink with every domineering word that comes out of that man's mouth.
You just nod, he makes a clicking sound with his tongue and teeth, releasing you from the delicious torture of him invading your senses as he takes a step back, letting your chin go before he just goes back to what he was doing.
"Oughta punish you one of these days if you don't turn that damn DnD off" he mutters and then he's back on his computer.
The gruff words make your shaky legs stutter as you decide you cannot be standing anymore and you plop yourself on the couch.
His last straw, however, is when you're out at a club with your friends. You've had one too many drinks and you text Eddie to come pick you up. He has no idea where you are.
Yeah, baby I can pick you up. Where at? 12:34 am
Can't pick you up if you don't tell me where you are, sweetness. 12:42 am
You there? 12:50 am
Turn off your DnD PLEASE 1:00 am
I'm omw 1:03 am
And he pulls up in front of the bar you were helplessly staring out the door of. You're not drunk, just not having fun.
You run into the car, shivering from the biting November breeze.
"Had to call one of your friends to tell me where the fuck you were. Are you drunk?" he asks. Voice stern, laden with what you could only define as barbed wire. Cutting, angry, almost.
"'m not drunk." you mutter "I had, like, a shot, then I decided I wasn't having fun anymore. Didn't wanna go out in the first place" finding the creases and ridges of your hands very interesting all of a sudden.
"Trust me when I tell you you won't be having fun at home either. Fucking sick of that 'do not disturb' thing on. You had me scared to death." he seethes, knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. You notice he's wearing his pyjamas.
Fuck. You made him get out of bed. You shrink in your seat.
"Y'don't wanna be disturbed? I'll fuckin' teach you about being disturbed" and that's the last thing he says before he just speeds home.
There's thick tension between the two of you when he opens the door to his apartment. You sit on his counter, looking at the floor and getting ready for another scolding.
He's leaning on the wall opposite to you, arms crossed.
He breaks the silence "Floor's lookin' clean? You gonna look at me now?" you shiver, then look up to meet his darkened eyes.
He scoffs and takes a few paces towards you, until he's placed between your parted legs.
"What do I gotta do with you, huh? Do I gotta start checkin' your phone to make sure that damn thing is turned off? As far as I'm concerned after your classes you shouldn't have it on at all" he remarks, his hands caressing over the nylon of your tights, toying with the fabric of your dress.
You interject "I just forget, Ed. I'm so busy these days I forget to turn it off" you jut out your bottom lip, trying to coax a bit of sweet sympathy out of him. Something that'll make the punishment a bit lighter.
But he remains unmoved, his lips in a straight line as he moves his hands up, up, up to firmly hold your waist. "So forgetful, aren't you, baby? Maybe you need a reminder, carve some space in that big, busy brain of yours to remember to turn your DnD off, hm?" he chides, playing with the insides of your arm, skin sensitive and waiting as his thick finger moves up and down and you can't help but nod.
Your breath begins to pick up ever so slightly. But he notices, of course he notices. The way your mouth parts and your pupils dilate. The way your chest begins to get closer to him, rising and falling in anticipation.
"So pretty" he teases, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. You lean into the warmth of his palm, letting out a sweet humming sound that makes Eddie's stomach flip despite his hardened facade "Y'wanna play?"
His voice goes to a deep, dark timbre, the question making you shiver. You speak for the first time in what seems like forever.
"Yes, sir" voice thin and quiet as you keep looking at him, not wanting to worsen your precarious position as he undoes the zipper of the short dress you're wearing, helping him out by taking your arms out of the thin sleeves.
"Good girl," he remarks, tapping the sides of your thighs to make you lift your hips, removing the dress off of you completely.
He licks his lips when he finds you're wearing tights. He loves spanking you with the nylon barrier between his hand and the soft skin of your ass. A weird quirk of his.
You feel the hardened pressure of his bulge against the inside of your thigh as his body turns to litter a trail of kisses over your jawline and you keen into his touch, arch towards his chest demanding more, more, more. Even if you're in no position to demand anything.
A whine escapes you as you keep arching your hips towards him. Eddie's quick to stop you with a strong hand pinning you down against the marble of the counter. He tuts.
"Don't be greedy. Hop off and bend over" he commands, and who are you to say no to him as you comply with a meek "Yes, sir," resting your elbows on the cold counter.
His nose skims the length of your spine, taking in the way you smell. Sweet and musky, after a night of dancing among sweaty bodies. The thought intrudes Eddie's head. Did a body press itself against you? Is the scent of a random man now on the skin of your back, the fabric of your dress?
He shakes the thought away as he reaches the waistband of your black nylon tights.
"Pass me that wooden spoon, will you, sugar?" he says sweetly, snaking a hand in your hair. You shiver as you reach for the wooden utensil in the metal bucket next to the stove. You pass it to him, skin pricking up from the anticipation of not knowing what he might do with it.
"Thank you, baby" he kisses your shoulders, as the spoon comes into contact with your ass. Caressing up and down.
"Now, I hate to do this, you know me, but I gotta teach you a lesson, sweetness. Tell me you want this" he says, the utensil snaking its way between your legs, rubbing back and forth. A wicked smile appearing on Eddie's lips when you begin to helplessly whimper, your head lolling on its side against the marble counter.
"I- I want this" you say, loud enough to make him hear you.
And that's all he needs. A green light.
The wooden spoon lands on the meat of your ass. You hiss. The feeling is new, he hadn't spanked you with anything aside of his hand before, but the feeling of the wooden handle cracking on your skin makes your head reel.
"You gonna put your phone on DnD again?" he asks, a question he knows the answer to as he cracks down the spoon again.
"Ah- ow- No, sir. Thank you, sir" you say, sweet and compliant, hoping that it will relieve you of your penance earlier than he'd planned to.
His hand sneaks itself on the seam of your tights, knowing you never wear panties with them, feeling the heat radiating off of your core, a dampness that had been sitting there since you'd climbed in the car.
He chuckles to himself, a dark laugh, a notice that he will not go easy on you tonight.
"You're likin' this?" you can almost hear the wicked smile in his words. "You little slut, you're getting wet from this? Me smacking you with a spoon?" he taunts and your legs quiver as he administers two more cracks to your ass.
You have cotton in your ears. Your skin feels everything and nothing at the same time as you begin slumping against the counter.
"So horny you can't even stand, huh, sweetness?" Eddie smacks you again and then reaches his arm around your waist to pull you up "Little slut didn't want me to disturb her, hat true?" he asks, another smack, this time he expects an answer.
"Fuck- ow- no Eddie that's not-ah" another smack "t-true" you sob, tears beginning to well on the waterline of your eyes.
Your ass feels on fire while Eddie puts the spoon down next to your head. Your legs shaky in your heels as he kneels between your legs.
Two of his fingers hooked on the seam of your tights as he rips a hole in them, exposing you to him. You gasp, more at the suddenness of the motion than at the action itself.
Your tights never had a long enough lifespan when you wore them around Eddie.
"You got so wet, sweetness." He whispers, entranced by the way the skin glistens in the dull kitchen light.
His hands hook around your waist to keep you still as his face narrows into your pussy, and he begins to lick.
Broad stripes of his tongue, slurping and lapping up whatever he missed. Eating like a man starved.
Your back arching to get more, more, greedy in the best way possible as you mewled and cried for him to keep going. As you mewled and cried nonsense, feeling your brain turn fuzzy and your eyes becoming accustomed to going to the back of your head every time his tongue lingered long enough on your clit.
When he begins to suck harshly on it you have no choice but to grab the back of his head and push it further, if there ever was a further, as he is wedged deep between your legs, eating you out like his life depended on it.
He doesn't like it, though, the way you grab and push at his head like you're the one calling the shots.
He unhooks his arms from your waist momentarily to reach for your wrists to pin them behind your back, that's when he stands from his place in between your legs.
"Y'think you're a big girl, huh? Callin' the shots?" he lands a smack on your ass, turning you around to finally face him. Hands still pinned behind you as he pushes you towards him.
"I didn't- I don't-" you try and justify yourself, but he just delivers a smack to your face. Light enough to give you a slight sting.
His chin glistens with your slick, and you can smell it on him.
"Look what you did" he says, taunting you. His free hand comes to squeeze your cheeks, making you look at him.
"Clean me up, since you wanna be so fuckin' messy" and he squeezes harder, your tongue jutting out to lick at the clear wetness on his face, slight stubble scratching your tongue and chin. You lick around his mouth, under his nose, until he pushes you away from him.
"Greedy, greedy" he chants, as he places you on top of the counter, cold marble a relief against your aching ass.
You could clearly see the outline of his cock against his sweats, you bite your lip as he inches closer to you. âLook how hard you made me, baby," he mutters, low and dark "itâs impossible to be in your presence when you look like you want to get fucked all the time." he continues "Goin' out in that tight little dress like you don't want everyone to see your pretty tits" he says, grabbing a handful through the bralette you're wearing.
He moves the cups to the side as he toys with your tits, a hand reaching into your mouth to wet his fingers. You gag and sputter around his digits.
"Theeere you go, sweetness. Y'like having your mouth full?" he asks, Hardened stare urging you to answer. You nod and let out a weak hum in approval as his fingers keep pushing in and out of your mouth.
He removes his fingers from your mouth as he begins circling the sensitive buds of your nipples. You let out a desperate moan.
"So sensitive, aren't you? You wanna cum like that while I fuck you?" he asks, and you can't find the words fast enough to nod your head yes.
"Ask me nicely. You know better" he says sternly as he uses one hand to lower the waistband of his sweats, letting his cock spring free.
"F-fuck, pleasepleaseplease, fuck me, sir" is all you can muster, before he guides his cock to your entrance, sinking in all the way to the hilt. A gasp escapes you. It never gets old.
"That's a good girl. Wasn't so hard, was it?" he teases, both his hands returning to deliver their ministrations on your tits, thumb unforgivingly grazing your nipples. The motion makes you scream as Eddie sets a quick pace.
"That's right, sweetness, keep singin' for me. Lemme hear that pretty voice" he says, his words making you clench around him.
His hands come off your tits to place your legs on your shoulders, making you curl in on yourself as he leaned his body to make your faces touch.
"Kiss me, baby" and you kiss him with such fervor and need. He hadn't kissed you the whole night. You don't know how much you need him to kiss you until you do and it's like fireworks are going off behind your hooded lids.
His tongue slips past your lips as he keeps thrusting, unforgivingly, hitting your g- spot every. single. time. You whine into his mouth, he chuckles at how needy you sound.
"My baby just needed a good fuck to remember to not put her DnD on, didn't you?" he taunts, an especially harsh thrust follows as you feel his breathing become more ragged and his pace begin to stutter.
"Feels good, huh? Shit, baby you're so tight" he begins and you can't help but moan.
"Feels good Eddie- huh- so... so deep" you hiccup, and you feel close. "Hmm so ah big" you groan as your eyes roll to the back of your head when a particularly well- angled thrust deliciously hits your spongy walls.
"You like that, sweetheart? God- fuck- so gorgeous, baby. Look at you" he rambles. He's getting close.
"Oh fuck, Ed, 'mclosesoclose" you cry out and you're seriously teetering on the edge of orgasm. A few more thrusts and you'd be gone.
"Me too, sweetness, c'mon cum for me" he thrusts a couple more times and the coil snaps. You're clenching and whining and screaming his name while he follows after you, finishing inside you.
He stays there even after he's done, laying his head on your sweaty chest while you both try to stabilize your breathing.
"Feel free to disturb me whenever you want" you say, and he chuckles, giving a soft kiss to your shoulder.
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Could you do a smutty Eddie Munson fic where heâs your older brotherâs bsf?
maybe reader has had a crush on Eddie for a while and when she finally decides to move on and date someone Eddie gets jealous?
What Eddie Doesnât Know | Eddie x f!reader
AN: I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it took a while to complete. Thank you for the request; I havenât been inspired by anything non-Christmas-themed in a while. I was literally barking at the trope.
wc: 7.1k oops
Cw: f!reader, reader is 19 and in collage and Eddie is 22 and a full time mechanic, reader goes by a nickname, jealous Eddie, jealous reader, angst, cheating (on the reader but not by Eddie), smut (pet names, oral, dirty talk, p in v), the fluffy ending!
Pathetic. That was how you felt at this moment in time. Here you were at your college homecoming party, and all you could do was be a wallflower, watching in self-pity as the love of your life. ( who doesnât know is the love of your life) is pressed up on some girl in the back of the room.
"What are you doin' here, Tink?" you pop out of your daze to see your older brother, Adam, addressing you.
Did your parents name you Tink? No. Were you so obsessed with Peter Pan as a child you demanded to go by Tinkerbell? Yes. The nickname kinds just stuck.
"I go here?" You sass him back.
"This party is for upperclassmen only. How did you get in?" Adam was only three years older.
"Eddie's here, and he doesn't even attend school..." You gave him a pointed look.
"Yeah, cuz he is my best friend... like I said, how did you get in?"
"It's a house party, not Studio 54... I walked in."
"I'm going to kill Cory," He mumbled under his breath. Cory was supposed to be manning the door.
"Yeah, you should definitely get better security, all I had to do was let him feel up my tits, and we walked right on in..."
The Neanderthal didn't actually touch you, but the look on Adam's face when you let Adam believe he did? Priceless. You only lied so Adam would leave you alone.
What actually happened was you, Nancy, and Robin scaled the fence and got in through the back door.
"Cory!" Before you knew it, Adam was out of your hair, and you were back to being a wallflowerâŚ.
"Tink there you are! You wanna continue to mope in the corner, or do you wanna get out of here?" your two best friends/roomies, Robin and her girlfriend Nancy, approach you.
"I guess let's just go." you sigh.
You can no longer bear the sight of Eddie, the boy you've been crushing on since the sixth grade, and your older brotherâs best friend, leading the random girl up the stairs hand in hand.
Your stomach lurched at the thought of her hands running all over his body, how he would be on her, kissing her... inside of her. He didn't even know you were here... You should have gone up to him, maybe said hello. Perhaps he would have seen the ridiculous amount of effort you put into your ensemble just to catch his eye. But your efforts were lacking because, to him, you're always going to be Adam's annoying little sister.
You knew you had to get over this, but how could you? He has been in your life for fifteen years and always will be. Adam and Eddie have been friends for as long as you can remember. Your brother stuck by him throughout Eddie's family struggles. Your parents even took him in for a few weeks before CPS found his uncle took over full custody. He was basically your big brother, too, until your pesky teenage hormones started to kick in, and boom! You've been head over heels ever since.
''Good, let's get some greasy burgers and fries to end the night, ok?" Robin smiled.
In the 24-hour diner on campus, you were sitting at your regular booth with the girls across from you, eating your feelings, trying not to think about what Eddie was doing with that girl.
"So that party was a bust, huh?" Nancy spoke first.
"Yeah, totally... probably because Adam's house hosted." You giggled.
"Not to mention Eddie still didn't see you -OUCH." Robin looked over at Nancy, who was giving her a look of distaste. "Sorry, I meant he is an idiot, and you need to get over him! There are plenty of eligible guys on campus who you could date!"
"Even though my girlfriend is being is harsh, she is right, Tink. It's been so long, and you'll kill yourself over this if you keep this up."
"Ugh, I know! Do you think I'm a masochist or something? I hate to break it to you, but I do not enjoy this. I hate it. I hate that he is the one I think about every day when I wake up. I hate it when I go to sleep; he is the last person on my mind. He takes over my thoughts, and I don't know how to stop it!" You shove a fry into your mouth so you can take a breather.
"What if we found you a new guy? Someone to take your mind off Eddie?" Nancy perked up at her idea.
You heard the diner doorbells chime from behind you.
"I don't know..." Putting all your time and energy into someone new seemed like a lot of emotional work you wanted to avoid going through.
"Yes! Oh my god, Tink, you have to. It's the only way you'll get over him!"
"Get over who?" The silky, sweet voice of a male came from behind you.
You and the girls froze as Eddie, your brother, and a few other guys approached the table.
"No one." You mumbled, trying to fight off the blood rushing across your chest and cheeks.
"You can tell us, Tink! Who are we fighting?" Eddie laughed.
"Tink? What kind of stupid name is that?" one of Adam's jerk friends spoke.
"Excuse me?" you turn to see the guy you've never met.
You heard Adam burst out laughing with the rest of them, but not Eddie.
"Hey man, not cool!" Eddie stood up for you.
And there went the butterflies in your stomach. Eddie was always your protector. Even as kids, when Adam picked on you, he always stood up for you. Even if you weren't around, Eddie always put Adam in his place when it came to you.
You saw, out of the corner of your eye, Eddie shifted his weight down so he could sit beside you. Then, you felt a protective arm wrap around your shoulder.
Fuck. This shit right here is why you can never get over Eddie Munson.
You dared to look up; there he was in all his glory. The way the fluorescent light from above had cast down on him made him look like an angel. He smiled at you, but not before you noticed the dishevelled sex hair he tried to fix and the small amount of pink lipstick that stained the skin on his neck that he didn't quite get off. And the smell⌠sickly sweet perfume that was definitely not his signature musk.
You quickly turn your head back to your plate because you think you're about to puke up everything you just ingestedâŚ
"You, if you don't leave us alone." Robin piped up. She saw the look of pure disappointment in your eyes. You didn't need Eddie to rub in the fact that he hooked up with someone, especially since now he is smelling like a cheap hooker.
Robin and Nancy thought it was incredibly rude of your brother to flaunt Eddie in front of you like this. Of course, he knew your mega super infinity crush on his best friend. Yet here he is with his drunk-ass buddies, antagonizing you about the guy you needed to get over.
"Woah, Birdie, take it easy; we are just saying hello," Adam chimed in.
âYou said hello at the party. Now leave!â You gritted through your teeth.
âYou were at the party?â Eddie asked. His voice hitched high. High enough, it was embarrassingly so. Thankfully, his friends were too drunk and hungry to realize. A deep blush crossed his face when he saw you noticed the tone in his voice change. You just have a slight nod and continue to play with the food on your plate.
Thatâs why you were so dressed up. Eddie thought you looked so pretty, too pretty to be sad about some looser in a diner at one in the morning.
"Do we have a problem here?" A voice none of you recognized came from the booth beside you.
You all look over and see a cute guy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing your school's rugby jersey. He was so not your type, but you can still admire beauty for what it is. He was a jock; that was clear as he stood up. He was big, more significant than your brother and Eddie, that's for sure.
"Nah, man, it's cool. This is my little sister and her friends." Adam slurs. Clearly, he had more shots since he left you to find Cory.
"I don't care who you are. You're clearly bothering them."
"It's okay, they were just leaving," Nancy said confidently.
"Whatever, let's go, guys," Adam commanded the pac, but Eddie lingered. He didn't like this blondie guy. He didn't like the way he was looking at you.
"Ed, come on!'
Eddie got up and slowly made his way to his friends.
"I'm Jesse," Eddie heard the musclehead speak, and he cringed internally. Something wasn't right. The feelings of anger and protectiveness were filling his mind.
Eddie looked back again and saw you smelling at the stranger as he reached out to shake your hand before sitting beside you.
What kind of freak is alone in a diner at 1:15 am? Eddie thought.
But it didn't seem to phase you or the girls; you were all blinded by his shiny hair and pearly white smile.
Eddie walked out and felt like he wanted to punch something. He needed to get away. He needed to know what the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he feeling this way? Why were you the one causing him distress? You were just Tink? Or so Eddie thought.
Jesse turned out to be really cool. You exchanged numbers, and he asked you to go to the movies next Friday. You hadnât been on a date in forever; you had been so hung up on Eddie that any other guy seemed uninteresting. But this time, you were determined that Jesse would be the one to break the cycle. He was much different than youâre generally into, but you have some of the same interests, like movies and music, so you thought youâd go for it.
Jesse picked you up, bought the tickets, and insisted on buying the snacks and drinks. He held your hand and then slowly made his way to wrap his arm around your shoulder. It gave you butterflies you hadnât felt from anyone else. Before you knew it, you willingly leaned in to make out with him in the back of the theatre.
You were so focused on Jesse that you didnât notice Eddie was also on a date in the same theatre. But Eddie noticed you. He was seething the whole time. He didnât pay any attention to his date or the movie. He hogged the popcorn and munched away as he watched you giggle and flirt with the blockhead jock. Eddie didnât care that he had pissed off his date. He hardly said two words to her when they parted ways, not even offering to drive her home.
He didnât want to go out with her but had hooked up with her at the party and felt terrible about it then. Now, he canât even remember her name or why he went upstairs with her in the first place.
You were there, at the party, but he didnât see you. Now he sees you everywhere, and itâs pissing him off. Why were you on his mind all of the time? For the past week, why have his dreams been consumed by you and you alone? Why did he want to hold you, be with you, talk to you, dare he say⌠kiss you? You were Adamâs little sister. Well, not so little anymore. You were a late bloomer, but boy, did you bloom.
Eddie hated how the blonde meatheadâs hand rested too low on your back. His hands grazed your skirt a little too closely. Eddie wanted to jump the guy, but he couldnât. He was twice his size. He would be pulverized, and that would be mortifying in front of you. You wouldnât want him like that anyway, even if he did win in a fight over you!
What the fuck was Eddie thinking? He wasn't⌠that's the problem. He's now thinking about getting into a physical altercation over you. He isn't able to sleep now without thinking about you. He needed to get his head on straight and quit fucking around. He hoped that if he just focused on the cars at work, this little thing would go away on its own. Maybe he can't remember that he had slipped and hit his head? Yeah, that's it. He hit his head, and now his brain is just confused. He didn't like you like that! This will all go away by tomorrow.
Wrong.
Eddie was plagued with thoughts of you. He caught himself in numerous daydreams about you while doing mindless tuneups and tire changes at the shop. It was getting out of hand; itâs been another week, and he still canât get you off his mind⌠Eddie needed to be proactive. The guys were starting to give him shit about it too. They knew he was focused on a girl. They could sense it.
There was another party tonight that Adam mentioned. He will go home and get cleaned up. Then he will go to the party, he will find a nice pretty girl who will let him bury himself inside her, to forget about his thoughts of splitting your open with his cock, and this will all be over.
You walked into the party hand in hand with Jesse. He was starting to make waves in your life, being only two weeks, but still. He would walk you to your classes and help you study in the library. He would walk you home and kiss you goodbye like the perfect gentleman. He hadn't tried making any advances as of yet. The two of you had only made it to first base. Maybe tonight you would get lucky? You felt ready.
âYou want something to drink?â Jesse guided you to the kitchen.
The house was hot and sticky; you were worried about your hair getting frizzy. You worked so hard on it to look good for Jesse. He even complimented it when he picked you up. Forever the gentleman.
âWhatever they have is good.â You smiled up at him.
As the two of you walked into the packed kitchen, you tried to squeeze your way around but got stuck in the crowd. It was much easier for Jesse to get by just with his size alone.
âExcuse me,â you repeated three times, but no one was budging.
âYou should be a little bit more assertive,â the voice behind you said. It sent a shiver down your spine.
As you turned, you saw Eddie smirking down at you. He was drunk. You could see that and smell it.
âHi, Eddie.â You smiled meekly before you felt the weight of Jesseâs arm wrap around you, passing you your drink.
âThere you are,â Jesse smiled. "Who's this?"
"That's just Eddie...Eddie, Jesse. Jesse, Eddie." You introduced awkwardly.
Just Eddie. The words stung.
"How do the two of you know each other?" Jesse gestures between the two of you.
"Brothers best friend." You smile.
"That's all I am to you? You wound me, Tink."
The fuck was that supposed to mean?
"Eddie, man! I got us two hotties over by the pool. Let's go!" In comes your obnoxious brother with perfect timing, as always.
"I guess I'll see you around." Eddie sighed.
"Nice meeting you, man." Jesse stuck out his hand.
"Whatever." Eddie brushed him off and left with Adam.
"I'm sorry about him. That was very rude. I don't?- He's usually not like that?"
"It's okay; I can tell a jealous guy when I see one." Jesse shrugged.
You almost spat out your drink. "Jealous?!"
"Oh, it's clear as day, honey."
"No... there is no way. He's never and will never like me... like that." It broke your heart to say that out loud. Your chest felt so heavy as the words came out of your mouth.
As the rest of the night went on, you and Eddie tried avoiding one another like the plague. Those words about him being jealous were swimming around in your head for most of the night, and Eddie was trying to avoid his feelings by being with another girl, but not one stood out to him.
Adam tried getting lucky but struck out when Eddie refused to go with the friend.
"What the fuck is your problem, man? She was like a solid eight out of ten."
"I wasn't into it..." Eddie's eyes found you, and he couldn't break his gaze. You were curled up in the blockhead's lap, sitting by the fire pit, all cozy and giggly. What he would give to have you in his arms like that.
"Oh fuck, not you now." Adam groaned in frustration, seeing where Eddie's googly eyes were directed.
"Huh?" Eddie said absentmindedly, not really paying attention.
"You can't be serious?! That's my little sister, dude; come on!" Adam was always one for the dramatics; that's why he and Edie got on so well.
"Woah, man, I never said anything about your sister."
"Well, it sure is clear by the way you're making heart eyes at her."
"Yeah, right," Eddie scoffed.
"Trust me, dude, it's that same way she looks at you." Adman shook his head. He thought he would be clear of this. That this would never happen, and yet here it is, happening.
"Wait, what? What do you mean?-"
"She's been in love with you since she was twelve... come one like you didn't know?"
"No way, you smoked too much tonight, or something? Maybe my stuff is off?"
"She likes you, dude. Never fucking shuts up about you."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Didn't think it was relevant... I was never going to allow her to be with you! You serious? It's Tink, she's so...ew. You're so above that."
"She's not ew," Eddie snapped. He hated how hard Adam had always been on you.
"Whatever, man, too late now. About time she has moved on."
Eddie stood up and walked out of the party without a word. He heard Adam call out, but he ignored him completely. He needed to process what Adam told him. He needed to sober up so he could think clearly. He needed to either make you his or find a way to get over you... and fast.
That night of the party, you didn't end up getting lucky. You tried making advances, but you inevitably were shot down. He said he didn't want your first time to be when you both had been drinking and in some random bathroom. So you accepted it, even though your horny gremlin was starting to come back to life. But what did happen was he asked you to make it official with him, and you said yes!
Tonight, you had to leave the apartment for your roommate's sake. It was their anniversary, and you told them you could have the place to themselves for a romantic evening. When you told Jesse, your new boyfriend, you needed a place to crash, he offered you his bed. You would go to your classes and then return to his for your first sleeepover as a couple. You were so excited!
Jesse ended class at one in the afternoon that day, and you ended at five, so it worked out perfectly. Luckily enough for you, your professor for your last lecture was ill, so they cancelled class that day. You thought it would be fun to surprise him by showing up early.
When you got to his house, his roommate let you in and said he was in his room with his friend Connor. So when you knocked on the door and walked in a few seconds later, you did not expect to see the two men in bed, naked...
You screamed and covered your eyes, absolutely mortified that you had walked in on them. You were so unbelievably hurt that you had been deceived. Why would he ask you to be exclusive if he was sleeping around?! And on the night when you thought you would get to have sex with your new boyfriend.
You did not give Jesse any time to explain himself as he tried to get out of the tangled sheets and arms of the other man. You heard your name being called out, but you ran out of there like a bat out of hell.
Tears stung your cheeks as the cold autumn air began to settle in. The rumble of the dark clouds was also looking quite ominous.
Just your luck. Of course, you would find your boyfriend in the arms of another man, and of course, the universe would make you walk him in the rain. How poetic.
A crack of thunder rumbled in the distance, and that's when the rain came down in buckets. At least it could cover up your tears. You continued walking, but you couldn't think of a place to go? You could not ruin your roommate's night. There is no way Adam would let you stay in his frat house, not that you would want to anyway, and your friends from the class went home for the weekend. Shit... maybe you could spend the majority of the night in the diner and then just walk home really late once they were defiantly sleeping. But your clothes were soaked and---
âTink, whatâs wrong?â you were snapped out of your thoughts by none other than the man who was the cause of this whole mess.
Eddie rolled down the work van window. He was covered in motor oil and dirty from working all day. His muscles ached, and he badly needed a hot shower, but now all he could focus on was you and why you were upset.
âLeave me alone, Eddie.â He hadnât ever heard you speak to him like this?
âTink, come on, itâs a literal thunder storm. Let me take you home.â
âCanât, girls are having date night⌠told them to have the place to themselves.â You continued to walk as the chill from the rain was beginning to seep through to your bones. Your teeth betray you as the chatter starts.
âWhere were you supposed to be right now?â
âNone of your business!â
âTink, donât make me pull over!â
âScrew you, Eddie!â
âThatâs it.â Eddie parked the car and got out. âYouâre coming with me.â Eddie picked you up over his shoulder, and you let out a screech.
âEddie! Put me down, you caveman!â You screamed. If anyone saw you, it looked like you were being kidnapped and taken into a murder van.
âNo, can do Tink. Iâm taking you home to warm you up. Then youâre going to tell me what the fuck is going on.â He commanded. And if you werenât so mad, youâd say you were a little turned on by his voice.
You hear the car door open before he plops you into the passenger seat.
âGet inâ he points to your legs hanging out of the car.
âMake me.â you shiver.
âYouâre being such a child! Let me help you.â
âFine!â You swing your legs into the van, and Eddie slams the door closed, making you wince.
The car ride was quiet besides the radio and your chattering teeth. You tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but it was of no help. Your t-shirt and jeans clung to you like a second skin, and the car heater was only blowing cool air. You swore you thought your nipples could cut glass.
Eddie said nothing as he tugged you over on the bench seat and wrapped a warm arm around you. You broke out into another chill, but this time, you weren't sure if it was from the rain or from Eddie.
Even though Eddie was self-conscious of smelling like motor oil and body odour, he was more worried about you catching hypothermia.
Once you were inside Eddie's warm apartment, he noticed how your body was on display. You would be the clear winner if you were in a wet t-shirt contest, that's for sure. Eddi's eyes were wide with desire, but he returned to reality when you asked if you could use his shower to warm up.
Eddie nodded absentmindedly as he thought about you being naked in his shower.
"Uh, you mind if I borrow a towel and some dry clothes? I have mine, but they got soaked through my overnight bag..."
"Yeah! Uh- I mean, sure, yeah, whatever..."
You blushed slightly at Eddie, trying to play it cool. He ran to his bedroom and returned with a handful of different fabrics. You took them and then headed into the bathroom.
The hot water defrosted your bones, and when you stepped into Eddie's clothes, his sent hit you like a tidal wave. You brought the old black corroded coffin band tee that he had from high school up to your nose and inhaled deeply. You felt immediate comfort being here, with Eddie, wearing his clothes.
As you stepped out of the bathroom, hair wrapped in the towel, Eddie couldn't help but smile at the sight of you.
"Not a word," you warn.
Eddie mock zipped his lips, then gestured to the couch for you to sit beside him.
"Sorry about being a pain earlier; you caught me at a really, really bad time."
"It's okay, Tink, you're here with me now; that's all that matters." Eddie let the towel around your head fall back so he could see your natural hair. "You wanna tell me what happened? I've never seen you so upset."
"You shook your head no, "It's too embarrassing."
"Come on, it's me we are talking about here."
You paused for a deep breath and decided to just lay it all out on the table... how much worse could it get, right?
âYou remember Jesse, right?â Eddie could feel his fist tightening, but he said nothing while nodding his head with a tight lip. What the fuck did he do to you? âWell, he asked me to be his girlfriends no less than a week ago, and I was supposed to spend the night at his place⌠but I went over early and found him in bed with⌠someone.â Eddie went to say something but realized you werenât finished and let you continue.
âPathetic, isnât it?! I finally get a boyfriend, and the moment I want to actually sleep with someone who isnât you, they are in the arms of someone else! Am I really that undesirable?! I was practically throwing myself at him, and it turns out he was fucking his âfriendâ the whole time.â
You had missed your slip-up, but Eddie hadn't. Eddie didnât hear anything after âI want to sleep with someone who isnât you,â
So Adam was rightâŚ
âEddie? Eddddiiieee?â You snapped your fingers in front of his face to try and get back his attention.
Great, so now youâre undesirable AND boring.
âSorry what?â
âForget it⌠you donât wanna hear about my pitty party. Iâll call a cab and head back to⌠oh shit, I canât even go home!â
âStay here.â
âEddie, I couldnât possibly-â
âYes. Stay. Take my bed; Iâll take the couch.â
âEddie, I donât think thatâs a good idea.â
âWhy not, Tink?â He brushed a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, and those pesky butterflies erupted within your core.
âBecauseâŚâ because Iâm in love with you and donât know if I can hold back my feelings any longer.
âExactly, you canât come up with one. Let me take care of you.â Eddieâs voice dropped an octave.
A chill travelled down your spine. His touch is electric. Any time youâre with Eddie, your body feels like itâs been recharged.
As you gaze into Eddieâs eyes, this undeniable magnetic pull connects you. Was he leaning in? Or were you? Maybe it was the both of you? There was little to no space between you. Never in a million years did you think you would be sitting here, alone with Eddie in his apartment.
âI should get cleaned up,â Eddie whispered. He was so close you could taste the spearmint Nicorette gum he had been chewing. It took everything in his power to pull away. He wanted to kiss you so very badly, but he got a whiff of himself, and he needed to wash up. I would be unfair to you.
âOh, okay,â you breathed in, and Eddie slid back.
âYou can make yourself at home, okay? Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Iâll be 10 minutes.â
Eddie was freaking out in the shower, and you were freaking out in the kitchen. While Eddie scrubbed his skin so hard he thought he would scrub it off completely, you went to the fridge to find anything to help calm your nerves.
There wasnât anything in the fridge, but the freezer, on the other hand... Bingo. You poured yourself a shot of vodka and almost threw up, but you held it together with a chaser of orange juice. You took one more for good measure and then made your way back to the couch. As you waited for your liquid courage to kick in, you flicked around on the TV but didnât really pay much attention. Your thoughts were swimming with questions and possible scenarios that could play out this evening.
You were taken away from your inner thoughts when Eddie exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. You tried not to make it obvious, but the alcohol clouded your awareness of your face.
âSorry, I left my clothes in the bedroomâ he saw you eye fucking him and gave a little smirk.
âItâs okay. Totally okay.â you sighed.
The sight of his wet, bare torso makes your heart race, his flesh covered in goosebumps, his nipples perked, and his hair soaked yet still so sexy. Your stomach simultaneously flip-flopped. And as for your pussy⌠well, she got a little excited at the heavenly sight in front of you.
âYeah,â You wanna see more, Tink? Eddie thought to himself.
âYeah.â You sighed before he disappeared into his bedroom.
Minutes later, Eddie returned, and the two of you acted as if nothing happened. Neither of you willing to break the tension first. So you both sat silently, watching some random TV movie while you prayed to come up with something to discuss. You wanted to talk so badly with him.
âThis couch is pretty lumpy; it wouldnât be fair to make you sleep on it.â You felt terrible that he offered his bed. âIâll take the couch.â
âNope. No way.â Eddie shook his head.
âEddie.â You huffed.
âTink,â he mocked back.
âYou need a good sleep! You work a strenuous jobâŚAnd my back can take it.â
I bet your back could take it, Eddie thought.
âYou calling me old, sweetheart?â
Sweetheart, your stomach did a flip-flop again.
âNo.â You snicker at his accusation.
âI donât think I believe youâ Eddieâs tone dropped again.
âWell, Iâm not letting upâ
âNeither am I; youâre sleeping in my bed whether Iâm on it or not.
âOh...â
âYeah, oh.â Eddie sat back and the both of you finished the movie in silence.
You didnât know when you fell asleep, but Eddie shook your shoulder awake.
âCome on Tinkerbell we are going to bed.â You think you hear Eddie whisper.
Were you dreaming? Did Eddie just tell you the two of you were going to bed?
âMmm?â
âIâm not letting you sleep on the couch, remember? Donât think youâre getting out of this so easily.â
âOkay, Eddie, â you agreed in your sleepy haze.
You feel his arm wrap under yours as he helps you off the couch.
âThere you go.â Eddie coos as he places you down gently.
The moment your head hits the pillow, youâre suddenly wide awake. Youâre in Eddieâs bed. Eddie is getting in next to you.
âFigured we would compromise.â He slid next to you but over the covers with a throw blanket.
âThanks for letting me stay⌠and giving me a shoulder to cry on.â You cringed with embarrassment at the last part. âYou seem to always be there for meâŚâ you turn to your side to face Eddie.
âIâll always be there for you, Tink, whether you like it or notâŚâ Eddie also turns so he is facing you.
âEddie.â Your breath hitched.
âYes Tink.â
Fuck are you really going to spill your guts to him here and now?
âI⌠I wanna-need to tell you something.â You close your eyes, not daring to look at him.
âI think I might have an idea.â
âYou-what?â Eyes still closed
You feel the bed shift and feel Eddie's warm breath fan your lips.
âDo you trust me?â Eddie whispered.
You arenât brave enough to speak. So you tentatively nod your head yes.
âDo you trust me, Tink? I need you to say it.â He asked once more.
You slowly opened your eyes and bravely opened your mouth. âYes, Edâs, I trust you.â
A slight smile graces Eddieâs before you watch him lean in with a pucker.
Your heart skipped a beat the moment his lips touched yours.
Holy shit.
Eddie Munson was kissing you. Eddie Munson, your older brother's best friend, who youâve been in love with for seven years, is now kissing you⌠in his bed⌠late at night⌠with no one else around. It was like fireworks were going off. It was everything you ever wanted and more.
It was all you had ever dreamed of, and now he was blowing your expectations out of the water. You had to have more. You needed this to last forever.
Your hands moved up to cup his face. His cheeks were rough with stubble, contrasting his soft plush lips. Eddie shifted closer to you. You could feel his body through the thick blankets that separated the two of you, but you wanted to be closer to him. You threw the blankets and all caution to the wind when you shifted to wrap your legs around him.
Eddie rolled so he was on top of you. To your surprise, you felt his firm cock pressed to your thigh, which made you moan softly.
âFucking hell, Tinkâ
âEddie, please, I need you.â
âDidnât take you long to beg,â he chuckled darkly.
âWell, it took you long enough to see me.â
Eddie gazed into your eyes like he was looking at you for the first time. Like really seeing you. He muttered your name, your real name, for the first time, and you couldnât fight the smile that spread across your face before you strained your neck to take his lips once more.
Eddieâs strong hands grazed your waist and settled on your hips, pinning you down to the mattress. His weight is entirely on you now. Your knees hitched up, and you opened your hips more to give him more room.
âEddie,â you gasped into his mouth. Eddie ground his hips into yours, and you let out another soft moan.
âTell me what you want.â
âYou, itâs always been you.â You confessed.
Eddie didnât say anything in reply but instead worked his fingers to the waistband of his sweatpants that you dawned.
âThis okay?â
âOh my god, yes,â you rushed. Youâve waited too long for this moment.
âEager, arenât we?â
âDonât be mean,â You shove the pants off your ankles and go for your shirt.
âWait⌠let me.â Eddie sat up so you could as well. His hands brushed the hem and slowly pulled the shirt he let you borrow off of you.
He took in your naked frame in front of him.
Shit, you werenât wearing your panties this whole time? They must have been soaked as well from the rain. Eddie thought.
Eddie saw you shy away as you sat there naked in front of the boy you loved as he took you all in.
It didnât take long before Eddieâs hands roamed your skin, finding your breasts.
âYouâre so soft.â Eddie moaned into your neck as he took in the fact that you now smelled like him. He sent all over you; he was feral. He needed to claim you as his own. How could he be so blind all these years? You were perfect; you were everything he ever wanted.
âDo you like soft?â
âVery much so.â
Eddie melted into you once more as he travelled down your body, kissing and nipping at every inch. You softly moaned when he flicked your nipples with his tongue, and you really moaned when he reached your wet pussy.
How Eddie loved the noises he was pulling from you. He would do anything to make you sing for him.
âYou like that baby? You want me to touch you⌠here?â His index finger grazed your wet slit.
âYesâ you replied quickly, a little too quickly.
âGood, I donât know what I would have done if you said no.â
You giggled, but it was cut off by the feeling of Eddieâs fingertips grazing your clit.
Youâd daydreamed countless times about how his fingers would feel while you watched him while he and your brother jammed in your garage.
He circled your clit before dipping his head down to kiss your lower lips. Reality hit you once again. Eddie was eating you out. Eddie was eating you out like a man starved, in fact. How was he so good at this? Scratch that you didnât want to know. Your thoughts slowed down as Eddieâs thick fingers entered your wet hole.
âEddie!â You yelled with pleasure.
âOh yes, sweetheart, say my name.â
âEddie, Eddie, Eddie,â you replayed like a mantra.
As his fingers grazed that spot that only you managed to find when you were alone in your bed, exploring your body. You fell apart in his hands.
âYour pussy grips me so good, god I canât wait to fuck you.â
âPlease, Eddie,â you begged in your blissed-out daze.
âLet me hear it again,â he smirked.
âI need you, please. I want your cock so badly."
âMmmmmm, as you wish.â he pulled back so he could strip. You watched as his tight muscles flexed as he pulled off his shirt, then scrunched as he bent over to take off his bottoms.
His cock sprung out of their confines, and your breath hitched for what you thought was at least the fourth time that night.
Youâve imagined what it would look like, but none of the times ever did you imagine he was this hung. No wonder he was so confident and cocky around women. It was long, thick, and straight. No curvatures, just pure rod.
âI donât think thatâs going to fit,â you blurt out, not thinking.
âDonât worry, Baby. Itâll fit.â he slunk back down on you, peppering your lips with more sensual kisses. His fingers travelled down to your pussy, stretching you out again, only this time, he used 3 fingers to make sure you were nice and ready.
âPlease, Iâm readyâ You ground your pussy into Eddieâs hand.
Eddie reached over into his drawer, pulled out a condom, and slipped it over his shaft as quickly as possible. Seemed that he was just as eager as you.
Eddie kissed you hard as his cock slipped past your wet folds and inside, splitting you open. The wonderful burn of his cock burying itself inside of you. What could you say? It had been a while, and Eddie was the biggest youâve ever had.
âSlowly,â you guided Eddie as he rocked his hips, giving you time to adjust.
âGod, youâre so tightâ
âMmmphmmâ
âYour noises are so pretty.â Eddie tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear.
Eddie took your breath away as he looked into your eyes. He was being so soft and gentle with you as if you could break.
âEddie, please.â
âI got you, Princessâ
Eddie rocked his hips with more emphasis; his body was moulding into yours. As his cock grazed your tight walls, you felt your body was brought to life.
âOh fuckâ your words slipped, not even realizing you were speaking.
âComeâon baby, let me hear youâ
âYouâre making me feel so good, Eddie!â
âMore, tell me who you belong to.â
â You! always been you, Eddie, please, I wanna come. Please make me cum on your cock.â
âGood girl. Youâre being so good, fâmeâ Eddie's hips slapped into the backs of your thighs, and he plummeted into you, making you cry out in pleasure.
Eddie grabbed the backs of your knees and pushed them back to your shoulders, only making the angle more delicious as he fucked you. He watched as his cock disappeared into your wanton pussy. He watched as you clenched down on his cock, and he almost lost it as he tried not to cum right then and there.
âFuck me, Tink! Your pussy is too good,â he gritted through his teeth, trying to keep the pace without blowing his load.
âEddie!â Your body was on fire as his cock continuously hit your g spot. Your lower belly tingled as the feeling of your orgasm built up again.
âYou close, baby?â
âYesâ
âCum for me.â
âMore, I need more.â
Eddie slipped his hand between you and gently circled your clit once again.
You moan, cockdrunk as your body begins to spasm around Eddieâs cock.
âYes, thatâs it, come on baby. Keep cuming. Thatâs my girl.â
Your eyes roll back into your head, and you clamp your jaw. Every muscle tightens and clenches as your second orgasm rips through you.
âGood girl. Good fuckin girl.â Eddie praises as he empties himself into the condom.
After a few moments of the two of you catching your breath and Eddie discarding the used condom, you break the silence.
âI canât believe we just did that,â you chuckled in disbelief.
âAdam is going to kill me,â Eddie laughed.
âGood, Iâve been meaning to get him back. You roll over to snuggle in his arms.
âAnd to think you were supposed to be in another manâs bed tonight.â Eddie hated that idea.
âAt least I ended up in the right manâs bed.â
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The first time
Y/N and Eddie had been together for a year, and it was the best relationship either of them had.
Eddie, of course, had more experience than she did with the dating world. He was in the dating scene longer than her and sometimes that made her nervous. It was clear Eddie was not a virgin, he had a dirty mouth and knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to set her body on fire and make her crave him more than air itself.
But, it also scared her. Eddie was her first long-term boyfriend, and knowing he was way older than her and had all this experience that she didn't. She was terrified to disappoint him, she wanted to be better than all the girls before, but she was inexperienced.
She always wanted to wait for the right guy and Eddie was that guy. He was patient with her, she never confessed she was a virgin, just that she wanted to wait until they had been together for a little longer. And the gentlemen he was, he had no issues about that.
Tonight was their big anniversary dinner, and she wanted to surprise him with a night neither of them would forget. She bought a sexy piece of lingerie that was tucked in the back of his closet. He was a man so she knew he wouldn't go searching.
Eddie held her hand as they walked into the restaurant. She walked behind him without a thought, she followed Eddie anywhere he led. His rough hand holding hers and the way his hair rested on his shoulders. He smelled amazing and looked even better in his dark jeans and long-sleeved shirt. She almost didn't want to wait until after dinner. She wanted to drag him to the car and let him have her right then and there. But she took a deep breath and forced herself to be patient. She had a plan and she wanted to follow it.
"A thirty-minute wait? For a reservation, I planned a month ago?" Eddie's annoyed tone brought her out of her sexy daydream. "What's the point of a reservation if you are going to make my girlfriend wait anyway?"
"Eds, it's fine. We can wait." her soft voice was in his ear. He might have been older and rougher on the edges but he always listened to her.
"You're lucky she doesn't care." Eddie threatened as he turned around. There wasn't much room to sit so Eddie took a seat on the last available chair, he grabbed her hand and brought her to sit on his lap.
She tried not to clench her thighs as she sat on his muscular ones. Eddie's soft hands brushed down her dress to make sure no one could sneak a single look at her. Then he left his hands on her thighs as his chin rested on her shoulder.
"Little grump," she teased as she reached up and ruffled his curls.
"Just want the best for you," he said sweetly as he kissed her shoulder.
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They waited a few minutes and Y/N felt eyes burning into her. She tried to look without making it obvious. She smiled to herself as she saw a little boy looking at her with awe.
"Why are you smiling?" Eddie asked into her ear
"That little boy keeps staring," she laughed
"What? The kid with four eyes?" Eddie muttered as he looked over at the little boy with glasses.
"Eddie!" she gasped, "be nice. He's adorable," she said as she swatted his hand that rested on her thighs.
"I'm never nice," Eddie said with a smirk, he landed a soft pinch to her thigh. She jumped and squirmed, causing her body to rub against his jeans. She blushed as she heard a low moan come from his throat.
"I think you're jealous," she teased, maybe getting him a tad worked up before tonight would work in her favor.
"Of a kid that can't count to ten? Yeah right," Eddie scoffed, when Y/N looked away Eddie sent a glare to the little kid. The kid shrunk in his seat and turned to his mom as his bottom lip trembled.
"Oh no! He's crying!" Y/N said
"Oh well, the table's ready," Eddie said as he began to stand up. He laced his hand with hers and walked to their table.
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The dinner was going amazingly. The food was delicious and Eddie had her laughing all night long.
But the closer they got to the end, the more turned-on she got. She kept up with her teasing, she rubbed her foot up his leg. She batted her eyelashes and softly rubbed his hand.
Then in the car drive home, her hand rested very high on his thigh. She pecked up and down his neck.
His head was spinning as he tried to keep his cool. He wanted nothing more than to shove his pulsing cock inside of her and watch her body shake. But he knew she wasn't ready and he respected that.
"Are you trying to make me crash the car?" he chuckled as he looked over at her before his eyes went back to the road.
She just laughed and didn't say anything.
Eddie pulled into his driveway and Y/N jumped out of the car.
"Why are you in a hurry?" He asked, using his long legs to catch up to her as she waited by his front door.
"I have a surprise for you," she whispered as she laced her arms around his neck
"Oh? And what would that be?" he asked back, he stepped closer so their bodies were right against each other.
"Need you to open that door and find out," she said, she leaned in and softly kissed his lips. He hummed and gladly kissed her back. Before it got any deeper she pulled away with his bottom lip between her teeth.
"Yes, ma'am," he teased, he let go of her body as she unlocked the door. She stood behind him and tried to shake off her nerves.
Eddie opened the door and she slipped off her shoes.
"You stay right here, and I'll call you when I'm ready," she said. She gave him another quick kiss.
She raced up to his bedroom and closed the door behind her. Eddie stayed downstairs like she asked, sitting in his living room as he cracked open a beer.
Y/N went into his closet and grabbed the box. She opened the box and grabbed out the red piece of lingerie. She slipped off her dress and slipped it on. She felt the heat on her face as she saw her reflection. She had never seen her body in something so sexy, but she liked it.
She shoved her dress in the corner and took out the candles and rose petals she had. She set up the room, candles lit on his nightstand and the petals on the floor, and leading up to the bed, a few scattered on the mattress.
She gave herself a small pep talk as she rubbed her perfume on her ankles and neck.
"READY!" she screamed then quickly raced to sit on the bed. She sat on her knees as she waited.
She heard his heavy footsteps go up the stairs, the closer he got the more nervous and excited she got.
He opened the door and shock was written on his face.
"Whats...a...what is all this?" he asked, his eyes taking in the candles and rose petals. Then his eyes landed on her and they stayed there.
"Wow," he mouthed, he slowly moved forward. He felt like he lost his breath when she crawled towards him. "You look incredible." He stood at the bottom of the bed as she finished crawling.
"Thank you," she smiled, she stood on her knees so she was closer to his height. "I'm ready," she whispered as her hands moved up his chest.
She watched as his eyes went wide with excitement. "As in ready ready?" he asked.
"As in I'm ready for you to make love to me," she said, her eyes staring into his as she waited for his reaction. She was nervous and negative thoughts filled her head the longer he was silent. What if she read it all wrong? What if he actually didn't want to have sex with her? What if- but her thoughts were cut off when Eddie pushed her body against the mattress and immediately crashed his lips on hers.
She moaned as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, his tongue was warm and strong just like his hands as they skimmed up her naked thighs.
He smirked into the kiss as he grabbed the garter on her thigh and snapped it against her skin. She pulled away with a whimper as her skin burned. His body was in between her legs as he stood on his knees, she panted below him as she watched him. He looked down at her as he reached and pulled his shirt over his head. He tossed it somewhere in the room before he leaned back down to connect their lips.
His naked chest was against hers as she ran her hands through his long hair. She shivered as she felt his hands begin to explore her body. His hands rubbed her thighs as he pushed her legs apart, giving his body more room as he settled in between her.
He pulled away to kiss down her chin and her neck. They'd made out before but now that both knew it was leading to something more, they couldn't help but grow more excited. She could feel his hard-on poking through his jeans against her thigh and she loved having that effect on him.
She gasped as he sucked gently on her neck, she couldn't wait to see the marks in the morning and have a reminder of this night.
Her head was thrown back as his tongue licked around the mark he left, and his hands moved up to massage her breasts. She shook as his fingers rolled her nipple between them. He slipped his other hand underneath the bra to free her breast. She moaned as he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around it. She never knew she could feel even more turned on by Eddie, but she was wrong.
Her hands went down his bare back as he tugged on her nipple with his teeth. She couldn't help but arch into him, pressing her chest even further into him.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty girl," he said against her skin as he moved his lips to her other nipple. He gave it the same treatment as she squirmed and panted.
She could feel her underwear getting soaked. Her cunt pulsed and ached. She wasn't sure what to do to make it feel better. She got scared and pushed Eddie back a little.
"You okay?" He asked, his lust-filled eyes flashed with worry. His body still leaned over hers as he looked down at her.
"I have something to tell you," she said with a deep breath.
"Hey, it's okay," he said softly and grabbed her hand. "We don't have to do this."
"NO!" She practically screamed in his face. He chuckled at her but waited for her to continue. "I want this and I want you." She reassured.
"Okay, then what's wrong?" He asked, she squeezed his hand and closed her eyes. Her body flushed with embarrassment.
"I've never done anything more than making out," she confessed. "Like ever, even with myself."
Eddie tried to hide his shock so he didn't embarrass her even more.
"Hey, that's alright." He smiled, and his free hand pushed back her hair. "We'll go very slow, and if there's something you don't like, I'll stop."
"Is it going to hurt?" She asked as she looked up at him.
"At first, but I'll make sure you are prepared, baby. I'll use my fingers to stretch you out a bit, once I'm in you it will hurt while you get adjusted. But I won't move, I'll stay until you are ready for me."
And that's why she felt so safe and ready with him. He didn't judge, he explained everything and she loved that he knew how to take his time with her.
"It already hurts, down there. Is that bad?" She asked.
Eddie tried to fight back a smirk, he wanted to be helpful. "Hurts down where baby? Show me." He might have been a little teased by acting clueless. But the inexperience in her eyes turned him on. He couldn't wait to be the only person that ever touched her this way.
She took the hand that was holding his and moved it down her body.
He followed her hand with excitement as she moved his hand to rest on her cunt.
"Right here?" He asked, then he pressed two fingers against her clit. She jolted forward at the feeling. The pressure felt like heaven as the ache soothed just a smidge.
She nodded
"That's good. This means I'm doing a great job at turning you on. That's your pretty cunt telling you that it needs some help." He explained, and then he began to move the two fingers in slow circles.
She felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as she gripped his arm. A wonderful feeling she had never felt before rushed over her.
He pulled his hand away and she whined.
"No, it felt good!"
Eddie chuckled down at her and pecked her lips. "I know, but I'll make it feel even better." He said against her lips.
"You okay if I take these off?" He asked, his fingers ghosted underneath her underwear band and it made her shiver.
"Please," she moaned. She lifted up her hips and let him slide the underwear down her legs. His hands softly ran down her legs as he did.
"You are absolutely soaked, baby." He said with a smirk, loving the feeling of her soaked underwear against his fingers. He tossed them to the floor and moved his body down to settle between her legs.
She bit her lip as she watched him. His knees were on the floor as he yanked her body to the edge of the bed. She shivered at how easily he moved her.
"What are you doing?" She squeaked out. She went up on her elbows as she looked down at him. Memorized by seeing his head between her legs.
"I'm going to taste you, sweetheart."
She wanted to ask what that meant but she felt her jaw snap open when his tongue licked between her folds.
"Oh God," she whined. Her hands gripped the sheets as he did it over and over. She felt her arms growing weak as she tried to hold herself up so she could see him.
He looked up at her as he wrapped his mouth around her clit. He sucked on it gently, enjoying the way her arms gave out and she landed against the mattress.
He went slow and took his time to run his tongue over every part of her cunt. He flattened his tongue and licked right up to her clit, then flicked it with his tongue. He did it a few times then wrapped his lips around the clit again, sucking loudly.
He pulled away lightly, not without kissing her clit first.
"Put your hands in my hair and move your hips against my tongue." He directed.
She blindly followed, her hands slipped in his curls and she waited. Once she felt his tongue back on her clit, she rolled her hips. The feeling elevated as she yanked on his hair. He growled against her as he felt her yank his roots, but he loved it.
She was so lost in how good it felt, no idea that her hips were moving faster than her brain. She felt something, almost like it was building. The more she moved, the better it felt.
Eddie sat back and let her ride his face, he kept his tongue moving and his hands slipped up her thighs. He wished he had a camera so he could watch this over and over.
Her moans got more choked and whiny and Eddie had a good feeling of what that meant. He went to pull away but felt her hands shove his face right back down. He wanted to warn her what was coming but she wouldn't lose her grip. She pushed his head right where she needed it as her hips moved faster than ever. Her thighs clamped around his head and he was submitted to stay in place.
"EDDIE!" she cried out as something snapped. He moved his hand up her body and softly rubbed her stomach as she continued to ride his tongue.
She wasn't sure what she felt, but it was the best thing she ever experienced. She moved her hips through it, feeling it build then slowly going back down. Towards the end, she could feel her thighs twitch. She gasped as the pleasure turned painful. He licked up her mess, slurping up her cum as he tasted it on his tongue.
Eddie tapped her thighs and she got the hint. Releasing her grip and letting her legs fall against the mattress. Once his tongue was off, she felt the pain disappear.
"Jesus Christ, babygirl." He chuckled as he wiped his soaked mouth. "Wouldn't let me come up for air." He teased but he didn't mind. He'd suffocate between her thighs for as long as she was willing.
He softly rubbed her cheek and pushed her sweaty hair back. "Did that feel good?"
She nodded, lost for words and air.
"Well, that is what an orgasm feels like. You can get pretty sensitive afterward and that's when it'll start to hurt. Just give yourself a few minutes and it'll go away and feel good again." He explained
"Can I taste you while we wait?" She asked, her innocent eyes had no idea how heavy her words felt.
"Fuck, you wanna suck me off, pretty girl?" He teased, traced her lips, and used his thumb to pull down her bottom lip.
She nodded, "Please,"
"Wanna help me get these off?" He asked, he nodded down to his pants. In a flash, she was working on his jeans and dragging them down his legs.
She leaned back and took in his body. His pasty skin and dark black tattoos. His hairy chest and his happy trail trailed down and disappeared into his boxers. She leaned down and kissed his chest, just like he did to her. Then she kissed down to his stomach and landed above his boxers. She could see the outline of his cock and it made her whimper.
She slowly reached forward, almost scared to move too fast. She traced her fingernails underneath his boxer's strap. She watched as his stomach moved up and down at a fast speed and he shivered.
He lifted his hips and they both pulled down his boxers.
"Well, I'm completely naked and at your mercy. I think this should go." He said, his fingers ran over the bra she wore. She smiled and moved her hands behind her. She unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor.
Eddie looked at her naked body, even better than any wet dream he had about her. Her neck was covered in his bruises.
Her eyes looked down at his cock, and they widened in shock. He was thick, red, and long. She gulped as she reached forward and traced the veins. His cock jumped at her touch. She yanked her hand back and looked at him.
"It's okay, means it felt good." He reassured her. He smiled down at her as she reached forward again. She ran her fingers up and down.
"Just softly wrap your hand around it. Keep it loose because you'll want it to be able to move. It's gonna be a little wet so spit before you move."
She listened to his instructions. She gathered spit from the back of her throat and aimed for his tip. She watched as it began to slide down, she helped rub it in. Now his cock glistened.
She wrapped her hand around him, loose like he said.
"Now move up and down," he braced himself as she began to jerk him off. He felt his eyes roll in the back of his head. Her touch was nervous and slow, but it felt amazing.
"Little faster," he croaked out. She watched his body for reactions as she moved her hands faster.
"That's it, baby." He moaned. She smiled as she seemed to be doing it correctly. With a little confidence, she moved forward and pressed her lips along his hips. She kissed just below his happy trail, his pubes tickled her chin.
Then she moved down and released her hands. Her mouth was right above his cock as she licked her lips.
"Want it in your mouth, pretty girl?" He asked, his hand moved down to grip his cock. He gave it a slight squeeze.
"Yes," she breathed out.
"Open your mouth," he demanded. She nodded and opened her mouth. He used his free hand to hold her hair back. He used his other hand to guide his cock inside her mouth. Just barely fitting the tip in at first.
"Gonna wanna open your throat and keep your tongue down. It's gonna be uncomfortable b-" he was cut off as she immediately took him fully down her throat.
"FUCK," he moaned loudly as she gagged. She wasn't sure where the confidence came from but she loved that he lost control. She moved herself back up, having him halfway in her throat. She breathed hard through her nose before she took him fully in again. She concentrated hard as she focused on keeping her throat open and sucking at the same time.
"Doing amazing, he praised. His hand stayed in her hair as he slowly moved his hips. He moaned as he hit the back of her throat and she loudly gagged. "Hold it, just a second." He begged. His body shook in bliss as he sat fully in her throat, the sound of her gags turned him on even more.
He pushed her head off and let her get air. His cock was covered in her spit as she coughed and gasped for air.
"Good?" She choked out, her throat already wrecked.
"If you stayed on any longer I would have come down your throat." He laughed, he fought to catch his breath.
"I think I'm ready again," she said, she could feel the wetness in between her legs and that ache returning.
She crawled up his body and softly placed herself down on his stomach.
"You wanna ride me?" He asked. She was full of surprises.
"Yes," she said.
"Gotta prep you first." He said as he leaned forward and pecked her lips.
"What do I do?" She asked
"Just gonna move you down a little," he said, he moved her body down in between his legs. He softly pushed her back, and her back hit the mattress.
He moved so he was hovering over her. He ran his fingers through her wetness, spreading it around and all over his fingers.
"Ready?" He asked, his fingers waiting outside her entrance.
"Yes," she said. She clenched her eyes as she waited. He slowly slipped a finger inside of her.
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"Okay, baby. You gotta go slow though." He said. He held her hand with his left, then used his right hand to hold his cock as she slowly sunk down on it.
"Ow, ow" she cried as his tip entered.
"I know, nice and slow. It'll feel better." He said softly.
Shs took a deep breath and sunk further down. She took inch by inch, it hurt the more he filled her. But his soft whispers and his thumbs rubbed her skin, calming her down.
"That's it, good girl." He wiped the tears that fell down her cheeks. And softly kissed her lips.
She sat half way on him, she was worried his whole length would hurt too bad. She slowly picked up her hips then went back down. It took her a second to find a rhythm, but once she did, it finally felt good.
Eddie gripped her hips in a bruising grip. She was tight and so warm around him. He had to keep control of himself. She wanted to ride him so he needed to be patient. But the way she felt, the way she smelled, and the way she sounded, he wanted nothing more than to flip them around and ruin them both.
"So good," she whined, and she began to bounce on him. Eddie slowly lifted his hips up, pushing his cock further inside of her. She whimpered at the feeling but started to bounce faster.
"That's it, baby. Ride my cock, make yourself feel so good." He praised, his hot lips back on her neck as she bounced. He moaned against her skin as she squeezed him. His hands moved down to her back, then squeezed her ass. He scooped under her ass and helped her bounce on him. Her skin was sweaty and sticky as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his head out of the way, allowing her naked chest to be right against his. Her breasts bounced between them.
Her breathing picked up as she felt that feeling building again. But she also felt her body growing tired. Her bounces slowed as she panted.
Eddie understood without a single word.
She gasped as he flipped them over in seconds and his cock buried inside of her. She screamed at the new position, his cock fully inside of her. His tip was hitting a spot inside of her that made her whole body buzz.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she screamed as she clawed at his neck. He had so much control over her and she loved it. She loved that he knew exactly how to fuck her.
"Fuck, so fucking tight." He moaned, he wrapped a leg around his waist as he buried himself even deeper inside of her. He quickened the pace of his thrusts as he felt his own orgasm approaching.
"Close?" He asked, his fingers on her clit as he began to rub it in circles
"uh huh." She moaned, it felt even better than the first time. That feeling burned in her stomach and snapped as she arched her back.
"That's my good girl," he praised as she cried out.
Eddie felt himself about to release so he was quick to pull out
"No, please. Want it in me." She begged, her hands pushed on his back and she hooked her legs around his waist.
"Baby, I don't have a condom."
"I don't care, please" she begged again, her voice whiny
Like Eddie could say no to that
He shoved his cock back inside of her, continuing at a fast pace as he chased his release. His moans mixed in with hers as he placed his hands by her head. She wanted to watch as he came, forcing her eyes to stay open. The way he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. His sweaty bangs stuck against his forehead.
"Make me yours. Fill me up," her dirty words pushed Eddie straight over. He bit down on her shoulder as he emptied himself inside of her.
"Fuck, baby." He panted. He pecked her cheek before he slowly slipped out of her. She squirmed when she felt his fingers slipping inside of her. "Just making sure you are full," he winked.
The wink enough made her want to do it all over again.
"Let me clean you up," he whispered. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and softly cleaned her up. She flinched but took deep breaths as he tried to move quickly.
Once he was done, he threw it back to the floor and wrapped his arms around her. She turned and cuddled into his neck. Her fingers softly ran through his curls as she closed her eyes.
"That was the best thing I've ever felt," she laughed
He softly traced shapes on her shoulders.
"Me too, I love you." He said as he picked up her chin.
"I love you too," she smiled as he leaned in. They shared a sweet kiss that made her body set on fire.
"Happy anniversary," she whispered, her lips on his again.
She moaned as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. He pushed her on her back and had his body on top of hers. His hands were already working down her body again.
The night didn't end there for either of them.
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I'm begging for you to take my hand | E.M.
Warnings: reader is a single!mom and was dumped by her previous boyfriend, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of heartbreak, Eddie being a bit of a grump but this is pure fluff
Pairing: Older!Eddie Munson x fem!single mom!reader
Word count: 4k
Summary: It's a hot summer afternoon when Eddie's life changes for the better, and two very special people step into his life.
Author's note: this little oneshot was based on this reuqest. and I once again have to thank my bestieee @hellfire--cult for helping me out. I worked on this idea back in July and then just abandoned it cause I didn't like the way I wrote it, but Roe threw her amazing ideas at me and helped me out, thank you bby!
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The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, Def Leppard is playing on the stereo, the bottle of beer is cold in his hand as he lies out in the sun, enjoying his free afternoon â life couldnât be better.
While all his friends are living their âperfectâ white picket fence lives that aren't as perfect as they once thought itâd be, Eddie is enjoying his life in utter bliss and peace, with no one disrupting his sleep or his precious free time.Â
He is still writing songs, still performing at The Hideout, still living his life while everyone else is busy with their wives and their kids â something that Eddie never saw himself having. He wasnât cut out for this life and he is content with what he has now.Â
He has a good job that allowed him to leave the Trailer park behind, he now lives in a small house in a quiet neighborhood with no kids screaming through the streets and irritating him, at least until now.Â
A small giggle disrupts his peace, he squints his eyes open after taking his sunglasses off only to see a little kid running into his backyard, laughing loudly as he escapes the young woman who is running after him. Thereâs no doubt in him that youâre some incapable babysitter, the distressed look on your face gives it away.Â
âJamie, get your ass back here! This is not our house and youâre naked!âÂ
âThe fuck,â Eddie grumbles, getting up from the lounger he was enjoying the sun on, he puts the bottle down and makes his way over to the boy who runs through the grass in only his blue swim trunks, his curls bouncing as he giggles even louder when the woman gets closer, he isnât looking where heâs going, and runs straight towards Eddie, who bends down and picks up the boy from underneath his armpits before he can escape further.
A small gasp escapes the boyâs mouth but he then continues his giggling when his eyes find Eddieâs, who is holding him up now, with a distance and an angry look on his face as he stares at the boy who just looks like a copy of him with the long brown curls, and his brown eyes.Â
He looks over his shoulder, seeing you from up close now as you rush over to the two of them. He canât even stop himself from ogling you in your little skirt that barely covers anything and your skimpy bikini top. Your hair is a mess on your head and your sunglasses barely stay in place, you look flustered but so very beautiful and hot.Â
And way too young for him and his thirty eight. You canât be a day over twenty.
âMommy! He has the same hair as me!â The boy laughs.
Eddieâs eyes almost bulge out of his head at the words mommy. You look way too young to be a mommy, especially for a kid whoâs definitely over the age of four.Â
Youâre not some incapable babysitter, just a stressed mom.Â
The kid is squirming in his hold but he reaches out to him, grabbing his curls with his tiny hands, he tugs at it causing Eddie to scrunch his nose up.Â
âHey! Donât do that, shithead!âÂ
Jamie keeps going, not caring about the grumpy tone in Eddieâs voice or the angry look on his face, he continues laughing.Â
You pant like crazy as you finally halt in front of them, trying to catch your breath. Your chest is heaving up and down, and despite the squirmy kid in his hands, he canât help but look you up and down, once again.Â
âI-I am.. shit..âÂ
âMommy!â Jamie exclaims.
You fan your face with your hand, rolling your eyes at your boy.Â
âJamie.. shut up.. for a second,â you mumble, already knowing that you will feel guilty for saying these words to him later on, despite the giggle that falls from his lips. âI-Iâm so sorry.. We are â Iâm not used to running like this anymore, oh my god.â
âMommy said a bad word, sir.â
âI heard,â Eddie mumbles.Â
You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he couldâve gotten away further if it wasnât for this⌠kind neighbor. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, but when you finally do and you raise your head to look at the man who is still holding your kid, your breath gets knocked out of you again. Not only are you met with the most handsome face you have ever seen, he was also blessed with the prettiest eyes and hair, his pale and toned body is covered in tattoos and you almost drool over the beautiful stranger.
Your eyes move down his body, and it doesnât go unnoticed by Eddie. His lips tug into the smallest smirk and he steps towards you, meeting your wide eyes when you raise your head to look at him with your flustered face.Â
You blink, breaking eye contact as you take your kid from his hands. Jamie instantly wraps his arms around your neck but his eyes are glued on Eddie, just like yours are.Â
âSay sorry to our new neighbor,â you whisper through your embarrassment.Â
âEddie,â he nods, revealing his name to you.Â
Eddie. You repeat in your head, as though you could ever forget his name.Â
âSowwy Eddie!â
Eddie chuckles a little, but shakes his head, raising his eyebrows at you, ânew neighbor?âÂ
âOh yeah! We moved in yesterday. Sorry if the trucks made a lot of noiseâŚâ You say shyly.Â
He waves his hand at you, âoh no, I might have been at work at that time, so trust me, I didnât hear anything, darling.â
Your eyes widen at the nickname, cheeks burning underneath his gaze. You swallow harshly.
Eddie looks down at your hand, instinctively looking for a ring on your finger only to find none.Â
âOh uh, this is Jamie, by the way,â you chuckle softly as you pinch your sonâs cheek, before you introduce yourself to him, giving him your name with a shy smile on your lips.Â
He repeats your name, making you blush even more when it rolls off his tongue so⌠prettily.Â
âI-I uh.. weâll get going,â you murmur as you take a step back, looking down at Jamie who is still staring at Eddie, âIâm sorry again, weâll see you around.âÂ
You give him a shy smile before you turn around and walk away, unaware of your son waving at Eddie with a grin on his small face.Â
Eddie sighs, begrudgingly raising his hand to wave back.Â
He already knows that it wonât be the last he will see of him⌠or you.Â
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A few days had gone by since he met his new neighbors, and he hasnât seen you or your boy since then but he heard music from the open living room window the other day and the smell of cookies lingered in the air when he came from work earlier today.Â
Eddie is enjoying a peaceful evening out on the porch, playing around with his acoustic guitar as he enjoys the last rays of the sun, the fresh breeze kissing his skin.Â
The bushes that divide his backyard from yours rustle, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees the mop of curls. He stops playing and leans back in his chair as he glances at the little audience â the little boy that peeks over the bushes, watching him.Â
Eddie canât help but groan in annoyance.Â
âWatcha doin, Eddie?â His soft and small voice cracks Eddie a little, almost feeling guilty for the groan that just escaped him.Â
âPlaying guitar,â he grumbles.Â
Jamie sighs, still staring at the man with his big brown eyes.Â
âCan I watch?â He asks, giving him the best puppy dog eyes he has ever seen.
How could Eddie ever say no to someone so adorable?Â
âSure, just stay over there.â
âYes, sir.â
Eddie continues playing, closing his eyes again and goes back to what he was doing â enjoying his evening. He doesnât realize that after the second song, Jamie starts getting closer and closer, ignoring what Eddie said to him earlier. The little boy sits down on the porch steps, staring at Eddie and the way he plays the song so easily, he watches with awe in his eyes and a bright smile.Â
Only when Eddie stops playing and the soft clapping pulls him out of his thoughts, does he open his eyes to find the boy so close. He almost chuckles, of course he didnât listen.
âDo you know the barney song?â Jamie asks, tilting his head in a cute way.Â
âBarney?â Eddie mumbles.
âYeah!â
Eddie furrows his brows, shaking his head slowly, âI donât think so, bud.âÂ
The little boy sighs, frowning and looking down at his hands with a dejected look on his face, one that fills Eddie with the slightest amount of guilt.Â
With a sigh, he starts playing a different song, one that he remembers from his childhood. The theme from Ducktales.Â
Jamie perks up, he looks at him with wide eyes and a smile on his face, clapping his small hands together again.Â
âLife is like a hurricane here in duckbergââÂ
Eddieâs eyes widen in surprise when he starts singing, a smile tugs at his lips as he continues playing, nodding at him to keep singing.
His heart soars a little watching that kid â not that he would ever admit. But watching the way his eyes shine with happiness and dimples appear in his cheeks as he smiles even wider fills his chest with a warmth he had never felt before â is that adoration the grump feels?Â
âI didnât think youâd know that song. The cartoon is very old,â Eddie says when he finishes playing the song, he puts his guitar down and places his elbows on his knees, looking down at the curly haired boy.Â
âWell, my mom is very old!âÂ
Eddie chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.Â
You are very far from old, he still isnât sure about your age, but he is convinced that youâre in your twenties.Â
âI know the song too, does that make me old too?â
âYes!â He nods, his curls bouncing wildly.Â
âJamie!âÂ
Both Eddie and Jamie perk up at the sound of your voice, they both watch you rushing over just like you did a couple of days back.Â
Eddie chuckles when he sees you rolling your eyes but sighing in relief at the sight of your kid.Â
âJamie, stop bothering our neighbor!â You groan, softly as you throw an apologetic look at Eddie.Â
âBut heâs so cool!â
Eddie chuckles, and this time you do too. You stop in front of them where he can see you better â his breathing stutters a little when he sees you properly. Your hair is up in a bun, your glossy lips glowing beneath the evening sun, you have flour on your cheek and your hair, itâs clear that you were busy in the kitchen when Jamie made his escape, Eddie wouldâve snickered at the look on your face if he wasnât so awestruck by your beauty.Â
âIâm really sorry, Eddie,â you mumble, trying to smile at him as you take your sonâs hand.Â
âItâs fine, sweetheart,â he smiles, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered when you said his name.Â
When you say your goodbyes and you walk away with your son, Eddie canât help but stare at the two of you, a soft smile resting in his features.Â
âIs he my daddy?â Jamie asks, a little too loudly.Â
Eddieâs eyes widen and he almost laughs at the gasp that falls from your lips, followed by a loud âJamie!â He watches the way you turn around, as though to check if he heard it but Eddie quickly averts his gaze to save you from the embarrassment.Â
He stares down at his guitar, pressing his lips together.Â
The slight fluttering in his stomach thatâs already been there when he saw you the first time, now feeling even stronger than before.Â
Youâre single, you clearly donât have a husband or a boyfriend. And somehow that makes him feel⌠relieved.Â
That night wasnât the last he saw of you or your kid. Jamie keeps showing up in his backyard whenever Eddie is outside, whether heâs just lounging in the garden, playing guitar or trying to write a song, the boy comes over all the time, melting Eddieâs heart more and more and sneaking his way into his life, pulling you along, as well. And Eddie canât help but grow protective over the little boy, enjoying his company and yours.Â
While he was annoyed the first few times, he now feels excitement every time the boy shows up with his toothy grin and the curly hair that resembles his.Â
Over time, he learned more about you â Jamieâs dad was a drummer in some rock band that Eddie had never heard of, he wanted nothing to do with his child or you when you found out you were pregnant. He broke your heart, dumped you and left you to go through it all by yourself. You were only twenty and you had no one, you were all alone. Itâs something that left Eddie seething in anger when he found out, how could anyone do this to you? How could anyone neglect their child? How could anyone not want you and this sweet boy around?
Because he does, he wants you around after only a few weeks of knowing the two of you.
He couldnât even blink before you both sneaked your way into his heart.
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Itâs a Friday night when the doorbell rings, the sound pulling him away from the book he was reading. He throws it on the couch and gets up, walking over through the long hallway that leads to the front door. He doesnât expect to find you on the other side when he opens the door, but itâs always a welcoming sight.Â
âHi,â you say softly, blessing him with that beautiful smile of yours, filling his heart with warmth.Â
âHey sweetheart,â he smiles at you before his eyes fall on Jamie who seems to be shying away from him today, hiding behind you. He reaches his hand out to him, ruffling his curls, âhey bud, feeling a little shy today?â
âJamie wanted to ask you something.âÂ
Eddie raises his brows, leaning against the doorframe, he crosses his arms over his chest, âoh?âÂ
Jamie hides even further, peeking out from behind you though as he looks at the man through his bangs.Â
You giggle, eyes flashing with amusement.Â
Eddieâs heart flutters at that sound and he canât help but stare at you.
âCome on, bug.. ask him, the worst he can say is no and weâll get someone else,â you say softly, smiling down at him as you squeeze his hand.Â
âNo!â He protests, giving you a pout, âI want Eddie to teach me!âÂ
Eddie tilts his head in curiosity, looking between you and your kid.
âMommy got me a guitarâŚâ Jamie says shyly.Â
âHeâs been hooked since he heard you play,â you smile at Eddie.
Eddieâs eyes soften at your words, he looks down at your boy, bending down to his eye level.Â
âAnd what did you want to ask me, bud?â
Jamie slowly steps out from behind you, revealing a band shirt to the older man that instantly lightens up his eyes, the boy takes another step forward.Â
âIf you⌠If you can teach me,â he whispers shyly.Â
Eddie is stunned and surprised that a small kid likes him in this manner. Eddie is grumpy, a little cold and distant most of the time, something that scares away all the other kids but this little boy took a liking towards him, he wants to be like him, like a mini him. And Eddieâs heart soars at that, he feels pride rushing through him.Â
âAlright, Iâll teach you.â
His big eyes widen in excitement and this time, he canât even hold back, he jumps up and down in excitement before he throws his arms around Eddieâs neck, hugging him tightly as he giggles into his ear â melting the grumpy manâs heart completely.Â
And you, youâre a little perplexed that Eddie willingly wants to spend time with him, you always worried that he bothered him too much already, but Eddie seems to be excited, just as excited as your boy is.Â
Eddie wraps his arms around his small body, patting his back as he laughs a little. Your heart flutters at the sight of the two of them.Â
âLetâs go!â Jamie giggles excitedly, reaching for Eddieâs hand when he pulls away from the hug, pulling the man out of his house, âyou need to see my guitar!âÂ
âJamie, maybe heâs busy right nowââ
âNo, no sweets,â Eddie shakes his head, reaching for the keys on the counter before he shuts the door. He keeps holding Jamie's hand as he steps towards you, surprising you by lifting his arm up and pressing his palm against your back, âI wanna see his metal guitar.â
Your breathing stutters and your eyes widen once again when he pulls you closer, making you feel comfortable and safe in his embrace. He squeezes your shoulder when you step closer to him, throwing a smile at him that almost has him weak in the knees.Â
Jamie begins to ramble from all the excitement in him and Eddie, he squeezes his hand, smiling down at the boy with a fond look on his face.Â
His hand moves down your side and he slowly reaches for your hand, not knowing that this innocent little touch makes your insides tingle with something. He presses his palm against yours, waiting for you to intertwine your fingers with his, and when you do, he squeezes your hand, making his own heart flutter with the action.Â
And as Eddie feels your touch like this for the very first time and the tiny hand that tugs at his fingers, he finds himself understanding what his friends meant when they shared their dreams of a white picket fence and a family.Â
Because suddenly, as he walks down the street with the two of you, he feels something he had never felt before, comfort and the want and need to protect and care for the people who came into his life and blessed him with⌠happiness.Â
And he becomes a part of your life, like the two of you became a part of his.Â
What starts with guitar lessons turns into something more â movie nights, game nights, breakfast at the diner, afternoons at the lake.Â
You and Eddie get closer and closer, the pull between the two of you becoming stronger as well. Though you never cross over that line. Not yet.Â
Your touches are innocent, so are the glances you throw at each other, but you crave him and he craves you and you show each other just how much weeks later at Jamie's birthday party. Eddie was invited as his best friend.Â
The backyard is filled with kids and their parents who all came to the party as well, laughter and chatter could be heard all the way to the kitchen, where you prepare the snacks with Eddie by your side. His arm is brushing against yours, and you keep biting back the smile as you sneak glances at him, watching the way he cuts the fruit with a concentrated look on his face.Â
You put down the knife after throwing the fruit into the bowl.Â
Eddie was so determined to help you out in the kitchen, he didnât even let you protest against it.
He doesnât have to do this.Â
He could be out there chatting with Steve who came here with his kids, but he chose to be here with you.Â
âHey Eddie?â
âYes, sweets?âÂ
You take a deep breath and walk over to the sink, putting the cutting board and the knife down, you hold onto the edge of the counter.Â
âThank you for being so nice with Jamie⌠and well, with me too. The sink is fixed again thanks to you,â you giggle nervously, glancing over your shoulder at him to see him walking towards you with a smile on his face, biting his bottom lip.Â
âYeah, well... itâs impossible not to like the little devil⌠you know what I like the most about him?âÂ
Your cheeks almost hurt from how much you want to smile when you feel him coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him.Â
âHis mom.â
You start blushing furiously, turning around in his arms to stare at him, despite the flustered look on your face.Â
The look in his eyes and the fond smile on his face doesnât help either, it makes you even weaker.Â
âSo⌠a kid is not a turn off for you I suppose?â You ask, looking at him through hooded eyes.Â
He tilts his head, âit was before⌠but then I met my little mini me and you,â he says with his husky voice, pulling you closer against him as his hand moves up your side, playing with the thin material of your dress, âitâs an absolute turn on to see you in momma bear mode.â
You grow even more flustered now, slapping his chest lightly but it only makes him chuckle more and he pulls you flush against him as his face inches closer to yours. He looks down at your lips, he feels the heat of your body against his and god⌠even that feels perfect enough, he wonât know what to do with himself when he actually gets to kiss you and feel your lips against his for the first time.
âHmm⌠Well then youâre lucky that Iâm into rockstars.â
His heart skips a beat when you move closer this time, but before your lips could even brush against his, loud footsteps echo through the hallway and Jamie comes running into the kitchen with a plastic sword in his hand and wearing a pirate costume.Â
âMommy! Iâm a pirate!âÂ
Eddie pulls away with a soft groan and you giggle when youâre forced to pull away from each other.Â
He looks down at your little boy, a grin taking over his face.Â
âYou know who I am, bud?âÂ
Jamieâs curious brown eyes squint at him, âwho?â
Eddie grabs the spatula that was laying on the kitchen counter, stepping towards Jamie and going into a fighting stance, putting on his best mean face, âthe most terrible and scary pirate in all the seven seas, matey!â He speaks with a deep, dramatic voice.Â
Jamie laughs as he runs away with Eddie chasing after him. And you watch smiling fondly, the sight in front of you pulling at your heart strings.Â
And you arenât the only one whoâs watching him, Steve is watching him too, amused and a little surprised to see him like that. Eddie had been his friend for almost twenty years now, and not once has he seen him so happy with a woman by his side, let alone a kid.Â
He canât even bite his tongue when he gets a moment alone with him.Â
âSo⌠what was that of not wanting kids?â Steve asks him later that night, smirking at Eddie who canât keep his eyes off you while youâre talking to Steveâs wife.Â
âUh,â Eddie chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, âat least the baby part is done withâŚâ He trails off with doubt as he watches you, the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you look so happy, the way your eyes light up when they meet his briefly. His eyes then move down to your stomach, and suddenly he canât stop himself from imagining you with a baby bump that carries his own child, his heart flutters at the thought. âBut maybeâŚâ
Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise when he sees the lovesick look in his best friendâs eyes.Â
âOh boyâŚâÂ
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Insecurity â¨
Older Eddie Munson x Reader
The reader is in her twenties (mid to late, that's up to you) Eddie is 39.
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It was the start of an argument that had been growing since the two of you had left dinner. Eddie thought you were acting like a brat...and maybe you were just a little bit but you felt like it was justified.
Or maybe not so much. It wasn't Eddie's fault that Eddie's ex was at the same restaurant. She was with her boyfriend but you still felt inadequate just by looking after her. She was stunning, all blonde hair, big blue eyes and legs for miles. Of course, Eddie dated someone like her.
You tried to ignore the growing pit in your stomach, the one that asked what the hell Eddie saw in you. It was a slippery slope to go down and you knew it was silly to think that way but insecurities had ways of popping up at the most inopportune time didn't they?
Michelle had said a quick hello and she was just so graceful and elegant. She could be a model and she was Eddie's age, there wasn't an age gap and widely different life experiences.
Eddie's hand closes over yours as it rests on the table, you notice Michelle looking and she raises her eyebrows and looks at you in disbelief. Like what could Eddie see in you?
Eddie presses soft kisses to your knuckles as if sensing your problems, the look from Michelle chips away at your confidence and you look away feeling flustered.
It meant you were quiet and lost in thought, lost in stupid musings and worries. It ended up with Eddie thinking you were pissed about something, his hand in yours and circling your palm in soothing motions, trying to take away some of your worry.
By the end of the night though he had had enough and once your meal was finished he was staring at you expectantly.
"What's wrong?" he sighs and you shake your head and a soft groan of frustration issues from his throat. "let's get going okay" you frown and pout.
"I don't want to leave. I want another drink" You down another glass of champagne and Eddie's eyes darken.
"You've been sullen all through dinner, you've barely eaten and now you're acting like a brat. So what's the problem?" you wince and stand up, getting ready to leave.
He leads you outside and you're both quiet during the ride home, Eddie keeps glancing at you and anxiety pools in your gut. Maybe you should just say what's bothering you? Would Eddie understand or would he just think it was stupid?
Stupid. You wince at the word. Your ex before Eddie liked to throw that word around a lot. It's why you didn't date for a long time after Josh. Then you met Eddie and he was nothing like Josh, he was patient and kind, gentle with you.
Arguments between the two of you were uncharted territory though, you could count on your hand how many times you and Eddie had a disagreement.
Tonight was a first for everything though. By the time you get back to Eddie's the tension between the two of you is worse.
"Seriously what the fuck is going on with you? You've been quiet all night. I talk to you and all I get is shrugs or one-word answers. Do you want me to put you over my knee right fucking here?"
You stubbornly ignore him but the fact that Eddie is mad at you is making your anxiety worse.
"It's stupid and I don't want to talk about it okay, I know it's just me being silly and I want to just forget it" You don't want to snap at him and turn away shrugging off your coat and slip out of your heels.
"You're acting just like some bratty kid and I'm fucking sick of it" he huffs and the venom in his voice stops you in your tracks. Sick of you is what he's trying to say and your heart sinks. Fuck. Is that what he meant?
Josh was right. You were a nightmare to deal with, his words come back to you. All the little barbs he would say that burrowed under your skin and made you feel shit about yourself. Honestly, you really thought you were over those cruel words but obviously not.
A whimper escapes your mouth and Eddie turns to face you and his eyes widen, "Sweetheart" he whispers and you feel the tears coming but they don't stop and rush past Eddie and into the bedroom, cuddle into the bed while your body shakes with sobs.
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A little while later Eddie comes in and he closes the door, makes his way over to the bed and lies down beside you. You peer up at him and his big brown eyes fill with worry.
"Oh, princess. I'm so fucking sorry" he presses kisses to your head and you burrow your face into his neck.
"I'm sorry, I have been off all evening and I should have told you and not acted like...like a brat, I understand if you're sick of me" he stiffens.
"You're not a brat and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you princess, fuck. I could never ever be sick of you. Why would you ever think that?" His eyes narrow after a few seconds and he growls under his breath.
"Josh right? Jesus h Christ, I would love to meet that limp dick little asshole. Might borrow Steve's bat, DIY castration" You giggle and he holds you tighter.
"I got jealous when I saw Michelle. She's so beautiful and I got lost in my head, didn't help the way she looked at me. Made me start thinking stupid things" his gaze softens.
"Princess, You mean so much to me. I've never felt this way about anyone" he assured you then his mouth pressed into a frown and his eyes flashed with fury. "What do you mean by the way she looked at you?"
Sighing you began to explain what you meant, "It was like oh what's he doing with someone like her kind of look" he growls deep in his throat.
"Fuck her. She's always been a mean bitch. It's why I broke up with her, we didn't mesh well and I meant what I said you're the only woman I've ever felt this way before about anyone sweetheart, I wish you could see that"
You stare at him confused, you want to know exactly what he means. "Tell me, how do you feel?" he softens and presses his lips to yours once, twice and then a third time.
"I'm so in love with you, how can you not see that? I love you so much, Princess" Your lip wobbles and you cuddle into his arms.
"It was just this little thing that grew into this big big. When I saw Michelle I just wondered what you saw in me and I hate that she made me feel that way but I love you Eddie and I guess I just had a major wobble" he softens.
"Oh sweetheart, Michelle, any other woman I've dated doesn't matter. I mean what I said I've never felt this way about anyone, not Michelle, not anyone. I fell in love with you the minute I saw you and trust me, that was a fucking surprise for someone who thought love was a load of bullshit. I was a cynical ass you could say"
He wipes the stray tear away from your eyes and holds you close. "Mmm, it took you long enough to admit it. Stubborn ass" you tease and he smiles, all dimples.
"Gonna tell you so much that you'll get sick of it Milady" he promises you and you smile. You could never get sick of hearing Eddie say those three little words.
And he would tell you so much, every single day in a million tiny different ways.
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