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Maybe - Eddie Munson

Summary: When the hot older man in the neighborhood becomes a regular at your coffee shop, you can't help but let your shameless flirting take over. And maybe, just maybe, the fantasies are reciprocated. CW: 12k words, 18+ !!! modern!Eddie, older!Eddie, d/s dynamics, daddy!kink, slight ddlg themes, soooo many fucking pentanes I'm sorry, choking, slapping, oral (f receiving), sex, lots of flirting

AN : Wow , it's been so long since I have actually sat down and written a full fic and holy fuck did I miss it. I hope you guys enjoy my entirely self indulgent older Eddie fic. As always, I love you so so so much and if you enjoy it please share and leave feedback <3 - Vi

“There’s no way you’re old enough to know or like the Grateful Dead,” The deep voice shakes you from your scrolling.

To be fair, a customer hasn’t come in in almost 45 minutes, leaving you with no more counters to rescrub, and cups to restock. So, yes, you’ve been scrolling.

“I know you’re not about to quiz me,” you joke back to the man in front of you. He must be at least in his mid 30s, his long curly hair accompanied by tattoos all across his arms. You’ve never seen him in the small coffee shop before, which is weird considering you know just about everyone in this town, but you can already tell he’s a joker.

What you don’t expect is the way his smirk makes your cheeks get hot.

“Alright alright, no quizzes…today,” he smiles, glancing over the menu. You pretend to make yourself busy pulling a shot of espresso, trying not to look at the way he bites his lip while he’s focusing.

His eyes look up to meet yours, knowingly. “I’ll just have an iced Americano.”

You nod. “Small or large?”

“Large.”

You chuckle. “What?” He asks, a playful glint in his eyes. You try to bite your tongue, you really really do, you shouldn’t be flirting with this man.

But you’re a barista, and honestly, it’s part of the job. “Nothin,” you say, eyebrows raised as you pull up his total on the small screen in front of him.

He taps his card to the screen without even looking. His eye contact with you only falters as he scans over your body. “No no, let me in on the little joke,” he taunts.

You move over to the espresso machine, and there’s no way he’s not looking at your ass. You’re so lucky there’s no one else here.

“It’s just that,” you start, holding back your own laugh. “Of course you get an iced americano. You’re not at the old dad level of drip coffee, or hot americano, yet.” His eyebrows raise at that.

You focus on pulling your espresso shots. “An iced americano just makes sense,” you shrug.

He leans on the end of the counter. “You think you got me all figured out?”

“I didn’t say that,” you challenge, a little nervous you might have upset him. It wouldn’t be the first time you tried to charm a customer and they didn’t bite. You grab the large cup and scoop ice into it, your back toward him as you try to think of ways to mend the situation.

He claps his hands together, making you jump slightly as you pour water over the ice. “Okay, 20something barista with tattoos, what’s my star sign?”

You scoff. “Really?” You ask, staring him down, holding your ground as you realize he enjoys your banter.

“Watch the-” He interrupts. You poured water all over the floor. Super smooth.

Shrug it off.

You inhale and purse your lips, your tongue poking your cheek as you know he’s got you flustered. You pour the shots in the cup, plop a lid on and hand it to him over the counter, leaning over slightly as you do. He doesn’t back away, and the close proximity makes your heart pound. “Hmmm,” you hum, using your observation skills as an excuse to check him out.

He doesn’t waiver at all, just swirls the cup in front of him as he waits.

“Aquarius or Scorpio,” you decide. It’s a little bit of a shot in the dark but -

He laughs. “I knew you’d believe in the star shit.”

You mouth drops and you put your hands on your hips, in disbelief at his little game. “Tell me I’m wrong!” You prompt him, but he shakes his head and sips his drink.

“Tell me you’re not an aquarius or scorpio,” you ask again.

“That’s irrelevant.”

“So I’m right,” you laugh, wiping down the counter and walking to grab more rags from under the counter. You hear him shuffling on the other side of the counter as you come up and start to clean the spill you made moments before.

“It’s good coffee,” he smiles, then turns to walk toward the door.

You can’t help the smile that adorns your face as well. “What’s your name?” You call out before he leaves.

“Eddie,” he does a small bow.

You roll your eyes. “See ya tomorrow Eddie,” you smile.

He leaves with a nod of his head.

And that is how you met Eddie Munson.

Over the next few weeks, the flirting was shameless. It started only when you two just so happened to be alone, him finding his way into the shop every morning you happened to work, before anyone else came in for the later shifts. It always started the same, a small, knowing smile gracing both of your faces as you gave him a simple, “Hi Eddie,” to start his day.

“Hi dollface,” he’d sometimes respond. Other times it was, “Hey honey,” or maybe even a “Mornin’ sweetheart.” He might have even called you sweet cheeks once, but the days start to blur.

As the time goes, you learn more about him, what he does for work, that he has a real piece of work for an ex-wife who he has to try and appease constantly to see his son, that he works in music production and teaches private lessons, as well as being a pretty big nerd with his favorite movies and tv shows. He asks about you, and what your life is like, but you only give him small details, knowing that you fall hard and this was simply a 10-15 minute work transaction to look forward to most days.

You kept up your customer service appeal, while also flirting with him, trying to make it so he would absolutely never know if you had a bad day. But sometimes it’s not that easy.

“Mornin’ sweetheart, how are you?” The brown eyed man asks, his voice taking the air away from you.

You had been hoping he wouldn’t come in today.

“I’m alright Eddie. Want your usual?” You ask, avoiding eye contact as you start on his drink.

“Yeah,” he responds, but he’s hesitant. He waits for your witty banter, a sly comment, or even a smile in his direction but it doesn’t come.

“Hey,” he says, his voice softer. “Did I do something? I can absolutely fuck off if you want me to,” he chuckles.

You immediately feel bad. You don’t want him to think he’s doing anything wrong. “No no no,” you say, trying to smile. “It’s just a weird day.”

“It’s already weird?” He chuckles. “It’s a Tuesday at 7AM.”

You sigh. “It’s my birthday.”

For one of the first times since he started coming into your store, Eddie is quiet.

You slide his drink across the counter. “See? I didn’t want to make it awkward. Birthdays are just weird,” you laugh.

His eyes are distant until they look up at your own. “Happy birthday,” Eddie says, a small smile on his pink lips.

“Thanks,” you reply softly.

“You deserve a good one. Go celebrate yourself,” he says. You nod slowly, knowing this is the talk you always get on your birthday. You never know how to celebrate, and quite honestly don’t want to anyway. It’s been a weird day for you since you were a kid and it’s only gotten slightly more socially acceptable to disregard it as a whole as you’ve gotten older.

You both just stand there, the air different than before, and you regret having said anything at all.

Thankfully, another customer walks in, making you go to the register and put on a smile.

“See you tomorrow,” Eddie says, and you just reply with a wave of your hand as he walks out the door.

You’re not sure why it happened, and honestly don’t even really want to admit it, but you felt like after that day you had to try and keep your conversations with Eddie to be even more casual. No more flirting.

“Hey baby bear,” Eddie waltzes in, grin wide as he sees you behind the counter as per usual.

You try to hide your smile, trying to focus. “Baby bear?” You ask. You hate how much it makes your stomach twist with excitement.

“Yeah,” he smiles back at you, leaning on the counter. You swear it always feels like you two are the only people in the goddamn world. Not like anyone could walk in at any moment.

“You’re like a cute little bear,” he says, and it looks as if he didn’t mean to, almost like he surprised himself by saying his thoughts out loud.

You focus your attention on the espresso machine. You swear suddenly you’ve never made a coffee for this man in your entire life, your hands fumbling awkwardly with the ice cup.

From the corner of your eye you can see how he is tapping his fingers on the counter, looking around the shop as if he’s never seen the wallpaper before. Is he embarrassed?

“What are you up to today?” You ask, trying to ease some of the tension.

Eddie whips around to look at you, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise that you are still talking to him. “Taking my boy out to the park for some kids concert thing they have going on,” he says casually. He tries to play it off like it’s something he does all the time, but you know when he spends time with his son, especially doing something he loves like listening to music, it means a lot to him. And, honestly, it makes your heart swell to see him be a good father.

“That’s adorable,” you smile.

Eddie smiles but looks away from you again.

Sometimes you wish you could just go across the counter and hug him. He seems so safe, so open and funny and flirty and sweet.

And then you remind yourself you barely even fucking know him and he’s simply a flirty customer at your coffee shop.

“What about you bear? Doing anything once you're off work?”

You add cinnamon to the top of his iced americano, a habit he’s now picked up since you started doing it for him. He loves that you do it now without him even asking.

“Mmmm,” you hum, wiping down the counter as you hand him his drink. You try to avoid eye contact and make busy, attempting to stick to your plan of giving distance with him.

“I think just being boring and getting groceries, cleaning, making some dinner,” you admit.

Eddie sips his drink and leans forward on the counter, watching you pretend to be busy working. “I don’t understand,” he mutters.

Your eyebrows quirk up as you lean over to restock milk. He takes a peak at your ass and has to refrain from readjusting himself right there in front of you. Something about you turns him into an insatiable teenager again.

“I just don’t understand how a sweet thing like you doesn’t have plans on a Friday night,” he says, his eyes lifting from the ground to meet your own when you face him.

You bite your lip and chuckle, trying not to roll your eyes. “I like my own company,” you shrug. And it’s true. Going out has never been your MO, and you haven’t been asked out on a proper date in God knows how long. You make an effort to see your friends, but sometimes the best nights are the ones where you’re chilling by yourself.

“Smart girl,” he says, nodding as he backs away from the counter slowly.

“Have fun at the park Eddie,” you say, trying to ignore the ache in your heart that so badly wants him to stay and entertain you.

Eddie chuckles, revealing that smirk that could make anyone a little nervous. He’s so goddamn handsome.

“Have fun…with yourself,” he says, his voice a little lower than usual. You feel your breath hitch slightly, caught off guard by the not-so-subtle innuendo.

You try to say something quick in response, but he winks at you and walks out the door before you can.

So much for casual.

As night comes and you have mindless reality television playing while you indulge in some pasta, you find yourself scrolling instagram. Your coffee shop is only a popular spot because of its social media presence and aesthetic, which makes people who would never drive through the small town find a reason to stop and take pictures. You’re looking through the new followers and seeing how the stats are doing when a familiar name pops up as someone who liked a recent picture of latte art : @ munsonnmusic

You stare at it for a minute, the temptation oh so real as your thumb hovers over the screen.

You have to.

You click on his handle and scroll through his profile, which is exactly as you’d think a 30-something would be on instagram. Low quality pictures of guitars and studios, a few promoting his business, one or two of his son and funny things he probably saw on the street, with even less pictures of himself. The one that he does have, though, is from his birthday a few months ago when he turned 37, which also makes him a fucking Scorpio.

You laugh to yourself. What an idiot.

What you didn’t realize, was when you laughed at his audacity, you liked his picture.

And what you never would’ve known, is that he got the notification on his phone and his heart immediately skipped, because he recognized your name not only because it’s you but because he has already stalked your page countless times. You don’t post like some mid-20’s kids, in fact you post much less, but there are one or two really good pictures that show off your curves that he may or may not have taken advantage of in his own alone time.

But you liked his picture, on a Friday night at 11PM just after you gave him the knowledge that morning that you would be alone tonight.

He followed you immediately.

You hadn’t noticed since you were already dozing off on the couch and had to be up at 5:30AM yet again to open the shop in the morning.

You thought you were dreaming when you saw it in your rush to get ready. Eyes blurry and head fuzzy from sleep, the new follower on your instagram didn’t seem to make any sense. Eddie? No.

You fully ignored it and rushed your way to getting ready, hair in some braids and a tank top with jeans to adorn your languid body. Caffeine was a desperate need.

It wasn’t until about 10 minutes before the shop opened that you felt the buzz on your phone. You figured it must be your boss asking you to check something, but it wasn’t. It was an instagram notification. From munsonnmusic .

Your eyes squinted at your screen, staring at the DM in shock. All it read was a little coffee cup and a question mark.

“☕?”

You don’t respond. Instead you make yourself an iced americano and re-wipe the already clean counter.

He walked through the door 15 minutes later.

He enters with a smirk on his face, a knowing smirk that has you biting the inside of your cheek. The tension in the air was thick. He had your instagram, and you had his. Suddenly this customer-barista interaction felt a lot bigger than the small coffee shop.

“Good morning sweet thing,” he says, his brown eyes seem slightly darker this morning.

You inhale slowly. This felt like a game of chess.

“Good morning Eddie,” you reply, slightly too formal. You don’t begin making his drink like you usually do, instead you stand perfectly still behind the register, your arms crossed over your chest.

You caught the way his eyes flicked down to your chest, no doubt seeing the way your tits look pressed up as you cross your arms over them. You feel your heartbeat in your throat.

“How was your night in?” He asks, but with a hint of suggestiveness. Like he knows your secret - a secret you don’t know.

You can’t get a read on him. The typically quick banter is replaced with this tension that you could feel weighing on your chest, and between your legs. “It was…” you start, averting your eye contact.

“Chill,” you decide.

Eddie chuckles. “Chill,” he repeats.

You nod, not sure where else to go with this. “Chill,” you say again. “Want your usual?”

He quirks his head, his eyes narrowing some as you pull the iced cup from behind you. He scoffs.

“What?” you ask, so unsure of where he is at the moment.

“Alright bear, we can pretend you didn’t stalk my instagram and like one of my pictures last night. That’s fine,” he shrugs.

Your heart stops and you swear your face turns bright red. There’s no fucking way.

Unless…God you were an idiot. Of course that’s how he found you. Why would he go out of his way to find your instagram??

“That was an accident,” you say, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment, and horribly failing.

He laughs, “Honey, it’s okay. I found it kind of adorable. I guess that’s how kids flirt nowadays.”

You throw ice into the cup and stare at him with an open mouth.

“I wasn’t - that wasn’t me flirting with you,” you stutter. You’re absolutely losing this battle.

He nods slowly, his smile growing on his face. He loves seeing you flustered. “Right, right,” he says. “And I don’t flirt with you every morning,” he shrugs sarcastically.

God, your head feels fucking dizzy. So he’s admitting that he knows what he does to you every morning? You never thought he would actually intend anything behind the banter, thinking he looked at you like a kid, not someone he would actually…see in some capacity outside of work.

You’re stuck in place as he wanders to the far side of the counter, waiting expectantly for his drink.

“You know I wasn’t fully sure after your birthday, felt like things changed. But now I’m not so sure,” he says, leaning on his elbows on the counter, looking at you.

So he had caught on to your shift, and he didn’t like it. You never would have thought that he actually cared about your little interactions every day. You need to get a grip.

He’s probably just messing with you, embarrassing you for accidentally liking a picture from months ago like a loser. “So you’re going to act like you don’t flirt with every barista you talk to?” You quip, both trying to gain some ground in the conversation, but also trying to see what exactly he is getting at.

He rolls his eyes as you pull the espresso shots for his drink. “Only the pretty and witty ones with tattoos,” he smiles. Your cheeks redden immediately.

You pour water into his cup and float the shot on top before swirling it slowly as you walk toward him.

“Are we going to act like you don’t flirt with every customer like this?” he retorts with a dimpled grin. Your hand stops swirling the drink as you decide your next move. You look up at him with long lashes and big eyes, and instead of handing him his drink you hold it hostage on your side of the counter.

“Only the handsome witty dads with tattoos,” you smirk, feeling bold.

His smile mirrors yours as you hand him his drink and brush hands. You swear you feel an electric shock run through your body as his ringed fingers touch yours. Your bold exterior melts immediately as you sharply inhale at the touch.

He can’t believe the effect he has on you, knowing that you do that and more to him.

“Thank you for the coffee baby,” he says softly, his voice dropping in a way you haven’t heard from him before.

Your heart pounds, and your thighs clench together.

“Always,” you smile softly.

He smiles back at you, and if you didn’t know any better, his eyes flick down to your lips, making you bite them out of habit. He inhales deeply before taking the coffee and walking out of the shop.

You swear you could faint right then and there.

What the hell just happened?

With what all started as a harmless flirtationship with your regular customer has possibly turned into something…dangerous. This man was at least ten years older than you and had a child and an ex-wife - and was extremely sexy, a musician, and hell he knew how to talk his way around.

Maybe to him this was just entertainment. He could just flirt with the little barista and go about his life, getting a small thrill out of flustering you. You tried to be colder, not give him the time of day, but you fucked up going on his instagram.

The problem is that Eddie was your perfect type of poison. Older, attractive, confident, tattoos, witty, and gives you attention…nevermind the small stories you two have shared shows you have more in common than you may have thought. And it makes for you wanting him in between your legs. Desperately.

And you’re terrible at hiding it.

The entire rest of the shift you were distracted, your mind going places about Eddie that you had tried to avoid before, but found impossible now.

By the time you were off, you barely even remembered most of the day, it felt like it passed by in a haze.

You checked your phone and found notifications from Eddie liking a handful of your pictures. Specifically ones that had your full body in them.

And a DM waiting for you:

E: “Just had to tell you how pretty you looked today.”

You waited to respond, trying to clear your head from everything that is him, try to think a little clearer and come up with your own intentions before moving forward. Regardless of what he wants, you have to try and be honest about what you want.

After a shower, some food, and a nap, you respond.

Careful, if you keep saying things like that I might actually start to like you.

You bite the skin around your fingernails as you await a response, a bad habit you’ve had since childhood. It says he hasn’t been active, so you put your phone down and try to indulge yourself into a book as you relax on the couch.

No more than ten minutes pass before your phone buzzes.

You’re ashamed at how fast you pick it up to check.

E: Aw, and here I was thinking you already did, baby bear.

You smile to yourself as your thumbs hover over the screen, unsure what to send next. It’s hard when you can picture Eddie at home, maybe just in some sweats, maybe he’s in bed or on his own couch, looking at pictures of you, thinking about you…

Your hand starts to drift between your legs.

God just thinking about him makes you wet.

Don’t get ahead of yourself mister.

You stare at the screen, letting your slightly lust drunk brain take the wheel as you slowly circle your finger over the small bump of your clit in your panties. You feel your stomach turn when you see the little bubble indicating he’s typing.

E: You make it so hard.

Your brain immediately thinks of other things.

E: I like when you call me that.

You literally groan out loud. This is dangerous, so dangerous. You know how you get when you connect with someone, and you’re so so scared Eddie just might want to fuck. Which, honestly, would probably be incredible, but there’s no way you wouldn’t want him to baby you after.

Sometimes you hate how vulnerable sex can be for you. You have a hard time just hooking up, especially if you get into that subby space you often fall into with the right person. And there’s no doubt in your mind that, if he acts anything like he already does, Eddie would do that to you.

But you’re already clouded with lust and figure it can’t hurt to fuck around a little.

What’s hard, mister? You taunt. You know exactly what you’re insinuating.

E: Now you’re the one who needs to be careful baby

You smirk to yourself as you continue to slowly rub circles between your legs. You can’t help but wonder if he’s touching himself too .You have no idea how far to take this.

You bite your lip as you remove the hand in your pants. Is that what you want? Me to be careful?

You wait anxiously. If he asked you to come over right now you would have a really fucking hard time saying no. And you hate it.

The typing bubble pops up and disappears again.

Then pops back up.

E: I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

You already begin typing out a response, but he’s faster.

E: But what I really want is for you to be with me right now.

Your mouth drops open and your heart beats faster.

Is it bad I want that too? You ask genuinely. As much as you wish you could be upfront and take the lead with it all, you can’t. You’re way too nervous to look like an idiot kid flirting with a grown man. Maybe this is just some little fantasy for him, and not something he would actually act on.

E: No sweetheart, not at all. It’s great. But I should turn this stupid phone off before I say something really bad. I’ll see you in the morning?

Your heart drops. Of course he wasn’t going to invite you over tonight like some college hookup. You don’t even know what you were thinking. And now you have to see him at work in the morning and, what, act like everything is cool? Fuck.

You just send back the coffee emoji and put your phone down.

Needless to say your dreams are filled with images of Eddie’s mouth and hands all over your body.

You were anxious. You were waiting for him to walk through the door all morning, but as the time passed, you lost hope. Maybe he regretted messaging you. Maybe he was embarrassed or ashamed. Maybe he just couldn’t face you.

It’s 10AM, and he’s usually in by 7.

You sigh and turn around to cut up some lemons and wash mint. Maybe you just need to call an old hookup, get it out of your system so you can stop thinking about Eddie.

Then the door opens, and he walks through, a little flustered compared to his usually calm demeanor.

You can’t help the small smile that takes over your face seeing him come in. But you don’t want to give it up too easily.

“You’re in late today,” you mention, keeping your attention on cutting the lemons in front of you.

He chuckles, amused that you pay attention to the small details, like what time he usually comes in to see you - buy coffee. “Sorry bear, had to drop the boy off at baseball practice this morning,” he smiles.

You nod, unsure of what to say next, unsure of how to continue after last night. You feel extremely vulnerable, and it sucks because you know you could just tell him not to bother you again, to not message you, but it’s the exact opposite of what you want.

“You’re quiet again,” he notices.

You inhale a shaky breath at him calling you out. Of course he notices you- “Fuck -f fuck,” you mutter, having cut your hand slightly from the lemons.

Eddie immediately is concerned. “What? What are you okay?” He asks, leaning over the counter, trying to get a view of where you are gripping your hand and running it under the sink.

“I’m fine, it’s fine, just slipped the knife,” you say, inhaling through your teeth as the water stings your hand.

You wrap a towel around it quickly before facing Eddie. His face is full of concern, his brown eyes like a puppy’s. “It’s really okay Eddie,” you assure him, trying to ease his worried features.

“Let me see,” he says with a nod of his head.

You shake your head no. “I said it’s fine - do you want your -”

“I said, let me see,” he interrupts, his tone more commanding. You still at his voice, immediately making you weak as he shows how much he cares. You slowly unwrap your hand and extend it to show him.

He holds your wrist lightly as he looks at the small cut. You have to refrain from wiggling under his hold, the way he is so tender with you makes you want to cry right then and there.

It really is nothing, just a small cut that felt a lot worse because of the lemon stinging it in the process.

“You should leave it wrapped so you don’t get espresso dust in it,” he says, but it’s less of a suggestion and more of a command. You nod in response, pulling your hand back toward you.

His eyes meet yours and it feels as though the air stills between you. His eyebrows are still slightly knitted together from concern, his biceps look huge as he crosses his arms across his chest to take you in.

“You okay?” He asks seriously.

You nod, but quickly look down at the register to punch in his order. “Hey,” he calls your attention.

“You sure?” he asks again. You sigh and your shoulders drop from the tension you were holding in them.

“Yeah, yeah Eddie I’m fine,” you smile softly at him. But the knit between his brows doesn’t rest at your response.

His hand comes to rub his chin. “Not just from the lemons. Are you okay after last night?”

You wish you could throw yourself out a fucking window. Why is he so goddamn receptive? It’s almost worse that he notices and cares so much. It would almost be easier if he could just use you and then never talk to you again. Instead he has to have a fucking heart.

You try to laugh it off. “Nothing even happened last night,” you fake smile, then punch in his order and begin to move to the espresso machine.

He scoffs as he pays, then throws a 10 dollar bill in the tip jar. You try not to roll your eyes.

“Really?” He smirks, back to being playful. “Guess I need to not hold back so much.”

You smile and shake your head, still too shaken to make eye contact with him despite feeling his eyes absolutely trained on you.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you lie.

“Mmmm,” he tuts in response. “Then look at me,” he challenges. You shake your head no as you finish making his drink. You know you’re a goner once you get sucked in by those big brown eyes.

“Baby,” he warns. The word makes your breath shake. “Look at me,” he repeats.

You finally do let your eyes meet his as you hand him his drink, and you immediately feel weak. You can’t hide the effect he has on you, and it’s not fair. You wish you were better at this, wish you weren’t so goddamn transparent and easy to read. This is why you don’t let people in easily.

“Aw, there she is,” he taunts. You lean on the counter between you two on your elbows, your head dropping to your hands as you groan.

He chuckles at your dramatics. He can’t let it show, but you have the exact same effect on him. He could drop to his knees for you at any moment. He loves your wit, your banter, your eyes, and the way you look at him like he knows all the secrets in the world.

His hand moves hesitantly, checking behind him to make sure no one else is walking in or by the store, as he places a finger under your chin to bring your gaze back up to him. “Don’t hide baby,” he smiles at you.

You pout. You are absolute putty in his hands. “I’m trying to be good Eddie,” you whine. You’ve been hurt so many times before, you told yourself you wouldn’t get caught like this again.

“And you are,” he assures you. “I’m the mean man who has a hard time resisting you,” he admits.

He releases his hand from under your chin and backs up from you with a chuckle. One of his hands goes behind his head as the other points at you leaning over the counter like a pouting kid. “Should I find a different coffee shop baby? I don’t want to make your life hard,” he asks genuinely.

“No, please no,” you say immediately, standing up tall. You come back to yourself as best as you can. You don’t want him to leave, you don’t want to lose him, even if it’s just losing the daily interactions. You don’t care if it can’t be more.

He exhales with a shake of his head, his curls bouncing back and forth as he tries to regain control of himself.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiles with tight lips. You go to say something, anything to make him stay. But you know you can’t, you shouldn’t, so you just smile back.

He grabs his drink, but before he leaves he shoots you a dimpled grin. “Keep your hand wrapped up please,” he says.

You roll your eyes. “Yes sir,” you mock reply with a salute.

But it makes him groan. “Can’t say that shit to me sweetheart!” he calls as he leaves, the door closing all too slowly behind him as you watch him walk off.

God, you’re in trouble.

You manage to make it through the night without messaging Eddie. It took everything in you, but you did it. And when he messages you in the morning with a “ ☕?” , you just reply with a thumbs down. You have the next two days off and maybe, just maybe, you can shake Eddie from your system.

You called your friend, Joanna, to come over for a movie night. You welcome the distraction, listening to her rant about her boyfriend problems and how much she hates grad school. The night starts out easy, very chill, until she gets a text from said boyfriend.

“Why the fuck is he out right now?” She yells over the television, standing up from the couch as she shoves her phone in your face.

It’s a picture of her stupid boyfriend out at a bar, posted on one of her other friend’s instagram stories.

“He said he was just ‘hanging out’ with the boys. He didn’t say he was going to a fucking bar,” she vents. She starts pacing the small living room. You stare at her from under your blanket on the couch.

“Maybe he’s hanging with the boys at the bar?” You say, trying to ease her anger. She may be overreacting, but her boyfriend hasn’t been known to be the most reliable and loyal type.

“Get up, we’re going,” she says, grabbing your hand. She starts to drag you toward your bedroom as you protest.

“What? No no no Jo please I just want to stay in,” you whine.

“This is an emergency!” She cries at you, going through your closet and changing her baggy shirt for one of your tanktops. “If you’re really my friend you’ll come with me to confront him!”

You roll your eyes. “I am your friend, even if your boyfriend totally fucking sucks,” you say, grabbing the small cropped shirt from her hands and throwing it on your bed.

“Sweats off, jeans on, tiny shirt on,” she says, throwing more clothes at you. She starts snapping. “Let’s go, no time to waste!”

You groan as she stomps out of the room to the bathroom and applies some lipstick. You change into the high waisted jeans and top and shake your hair out of its clip. You don’t bother with any other makeup. You grab your keys as she grabs hers and try to drone console her as she starts word vomiting about him possibly hooking up with some girl at a “sleazy bar”.

Jo drove, much to your dismay, but she said she needed to so she could focus, plus she knew exactly which bar he was at.

It took no more than 15 minutes to get to the bar, red and blue lights flickering with a few men smoking cigarettes outside the front door. They whistle at you two, but Jo is on a mission as she marches past them, dragging you behind.

You enter the bar and scan the floor with her. But just as she sees her boyfriend, you see someone else - Eddie.

He’s at a pool table with two other men who seem to be playing against Jo’s boyfriend and his friends. And he looks so fucking good.

He has a ciggie hanging out of his mouth and is wearing dark maroon dickies instead of his usual black jeans. A fitted black shirt adorns his top, accentuating his build and his tattoos in the dim light. He has a necklace with a guitar pick, and his usual set of rings on. His hair is loose and messy, his cheeks slightly red from the flush of the bar.

You’re stopped in your tracks as Joanna marches toward her boyfriend. She is on such a rampage she doesn’t realize you’re barely following behind her as she confronts her boyfriend.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She yells. You stay behind her slightly, trying to escape embarrassment as her boyfriend and friends all look at her like she’s crazy. She pulls his hand and stomps toward the front door, passing by you in the process. “We’ll be back,” she says, and leaves you standing in disbelief.

That’s when Eddie sees you.

His face goes from twisted confusion at the interaction, to a dark smirk as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

You don’t move. You meet his gaze and immediately look away, trying to see if you can find a bathroom to hide in until Jo is done with her screaming match. But your view is blocked by the man in black now standing in front of you.

Without the separation of the counter like at the shop, you realize how much taller and bigger he is than you, and it’s even more intimidating. He keeps some distance, but not much.

The bar is loud, but you swear it seemed to close in to silence as he stood in front of you and checked you out. He wasn’t hiding it at all.

“That your friend?” He smirks, nodding toward the front door Joanna just walked out.

You nod slowly. “Gotta love her,” you say. Eddie chuckles.

“You want a drink? They might be a minute,” he suggests. Before you can answer he has his hand on the small of your back, lighting you on fire from his touch, and guides you to the bar.

He orders for you, as you look at him in silence. You can feel the little devil in you coming out as he smirks your way. You let yourself check him out again as he does the same to you, both of you sipping slowly on your drinks as you let the silence fill the air between you.

“Never thought I’d be lucky enough to see you past 10am,” he says.

You laugh. “I could say the same to you mister,” you smile.

His knee knocks into yours, and suddenly it’s significantly harder to breathe. His presence truly lights you up in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. It’s electrifying and terrifying.

His eyes move from your own to the way your lips wrap around the straw of your drink. He adjusts how he sits, leaning slightly closer to you, making heat rush to your core as his hands frame you between the bar and the chair. You look up at him with doe eyes, and it makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Tell me what you want baby,” he says as if he’s asking you a deep dark secret.

You swallow thickly and hesitate on your words. He can sense your nerves, and it turns him on even more seeing how nervous you get when it actually comes down to it. The flirty, charming and funny girl is suddenly all small and nervous when the big bad wolf gets too close.

His smirk grows. His ringed fingers come down to where your knees are touching, tapping softly against the surface of your jeans. “Maybe you just want to keep this at the shop, and that’s okay,” he assures you.

Your heart is beating so hard you swear he could probably hear it. His hand dances up a little higher, just slightly above your knee. You stare at the way his fingers trace along your leg, caught in a trance.

“Maybe,” his gravelly voice makes your eyes meet his own again. “Maybe you want to be a little tease and never hear from me again,” he shrugs.

You shake your head softly, making his smile grow even larger. His hand moves up more, giving you goosebumps under your clothes. Your thighs squeeze together and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. The glint in his eyes is dark.

“Maybe you want me to pull you into the bathroom, rip off these tight little jeans, and fuck you against the wall,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear over the music and chatter of the bar.

You’re about to protest, to tell him that’s not what you want at all, but he already knows and stops you before you start.

“Or maybe you want me to take you home and fuck you properly, like a good girl should be, like you know I can, like you’ve thought about before,” he smirks.

Your small whimper confirms it all for him, but he still has to say - “Or maybe you just want me to fuck off, what do I know?” he grins, leaning back away from you and removing his hand from your leg.

You’re speechless, your mind rattling with desire and nerves. You want it so badly. You want him so badly.

“What about Jo?” You ask, your voice smaller than usual.

He shrugs. “I think she and her shithead boyfriend will be entertained all night.”

You look down at your hands, then place them on his knees, tapping just like he did to you, but in a more tentative motion. You want your nerves to go away, but it’s all so much.

“You,” you start, swallowing to ease your suddenly dry throat. “Um, Sometimes I get kind of, um,” you stutter, not sure how to explain that you fall into subspace, and it makes for one night stands extremely difficult for you. You don’t know how to check to see if he is able to hold that space for you, despite having the gut feeling that he can, and will.

He looks at you patiently, kindly, watching as you struggle to get the words out. He doesn’t know the full story, but he can tell you’ve been hurt before. As much as he wouldn’t like to admit it, he also knows you both connect in a deep way that he doesn’t even understand yet. In all honesty, he would’ve already fucked you to just get it out of the way, but he knows it’ll be more than that. You walking into the bar is kismet, he was ready to play a long game.

His hand comes to the side of your face, drawing your attention back to his eyes. “You get kind of small baby?” He asks, no judgment in his voice.

Your eyes start to feel watery as you nod in response. “I already know sweetheart,” he smiles at you.

“You do?” you whisper, your voice not having the strength to ask.

His smile grows, and that alone eases so much of your anxiety. “I could tell since the first time we touched, and by how you talk to me, how nervous you suddenly get, how your voice sometimes changes,” he explains.

Your cheeks heat up. Are you really that obvious?

“Is that bad?” You ask, desperately wanting his reassurance and praise.

He shakes his head immediately. “No, baby. Not at all. I’ll take care of you, promise,” he assures you.

You find yourself slowly leaning in toward him, wanting so badly to connect your lips to his. But he diverts, using his hand on your cheek to tilt your head down and kiss your forehead instead. You close your eyes and sigh, kicking your feet slightly in the chair.

“Not yet,” he whispers in your ear. He stands up, taking your hand in his. He throws some cash on the bar and pulls you to stand up. “Let’s go,” he smiles down at you, then wraps his arm around your waist and guides you out of the bar.

Your mind is already feeling a little fuzzy being so close to him. You feel like you’re floating, like this is all just some insane dream you’re in, not like it’s actually happening.

The brisk air outside brings you back a little, and you search for Jo’s car in the parking lot, suddenly remembering why you were here in the first place. “Wait,” you say, stopping to look for her. “I don’t see Jo’s car,” you mutter.

Eddie shrugs, “Told you.”

You sigh and pull out your phone, seeing three missed calls from her and a bunch of texts about “leaving to work things out,” “whoever you were talking to was hot” “sent you money on venmo for an uber” and “call me when you get home”. You roll your eyes.

“C’mon,” Eddie encourages you, seeing your exasperation with the friend, and remembering why you say you might like to spend time by yourself in the first place.

He guides you to a black truck and opens the door for you while guiding you in by your hips. You swear every touch flusters you more and more. You never want his hands off of you.

The drive to Eddie’s feels quick. His hand doesn’t leave your thigh, and your gaze continually drifts from his profile to the road. He drives safer than you’d expect, and doesn’t waste time on small talk.

His grip on the steering wheel is tight, and the one on your leg isn’t any more gentle. He breaks the silence that had started once you two got in the truck.

“If you want to stop at any time, even right now, just say ‘red’, okay?” he says. The confirmation that this is really happening has you nearly shaking in the seat.

“O-okay,” you stutter. Get a grip, you think to yourself.

Eddie squeezes your thigh. “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re nervous,” he chuckles.

You look out the window next to you, avoiding the heat you feel from him. “I’m not nervous,” you mutter - a bold faced lie.

“Okay sweetheart,” he says condescendingly, patting your thigh before moving his hand just slightly farther up your leg. You gulp, and resist moving your own hand to his, trying to keep your composure.

He moves it up just a little bit farther as he pulls up to a red light. His full attention turns to you as you stare at the dark, empty street. You breathe heavily and he raises an eyebrow at your lack of resistance.

“Oh, gonna act tough now?” he challenges. You turn to face him and shake your head no, putting your hand on top of his and squeezing it.

“That’s right, because you don’t need to be all tough around me, right baby?” he coos. The way he talks to you goes straight to your core, making your brain fuzzy. It’s too easy for him.

You see the light turn green and point to it. “Lights green,” you say, trying to get his attention off of you so you can try to regain focus.

“Answer me,” he replies. “Tell me you know you can let go and let me take care of you,” he urges you, not moving an inch despite the green light in front of the car.

“I- I know,” you respond, but it’s not good enough.

“C’mon baby you know better. What do you know?”

You shut your eyes and try again, trying to let the words you say be true, and it pulls at your heart. “I k-know you’ll take care of me,” you whisper.

“Good girl,” he smiles, then goes past the green light.

It’s only a few more blocks before he’s pulling into a driveway of a one-story home. It’s modest, but still nice, and private with some land. You can’t tell much in the dark, but it looks like he has a lot of space to himself.

Eddie unbuckles your seatbelt for you and jumps out of the driver's seat, coming to open your door before you can even try.

He holds his hand out for you and walks you to the door, hand in hand. When inside you’re slightly surprised by how put together the whole place is. Sure, there are a few jackets here and there, some toys for his kid, and maybe a cup or two, but other than that it’s nice. There are posters and tour photos everywhere, as well as a nice record player and really nice looking stereo. There’s a tv that looks like it hasn’t been touched in a while and, from what you can see, the kitchen looks retro and cool as well.

Eddie lets you observe, watching you get comfortable as he throws his keys on the counter.

“This is nice,” you smile.

He shrugs. “It’s alright,” he replies, then turns toward you. He looks down at you in a way that makes your heart thump out of your chest, and the heat between your legs only increases.

He brings his hand to your face, letting his thumb trace over your lips. “So pretty,” he mutters, and it makes you scrunch up your face, trying to turn away from the compliment. But his hold on your face grows firm instantly.

“Uh uh,” he tuts. “When I compliment you, don’t run, you say ‘ thank you ‘, understand?” He instructs you, his tone serious but calm. You haven’t given up control like this in a long while, and as hard as it feels to let go, you try to allow yourself to listen to his instructions. This is what you’ve been wanting.

You nod and he smiles softly at you.

“Let’s try again,” he says. “Because I really do think you’re so beautiful, have ever since I first saw you.”

It takes everything in you not to squirm and run under his gaze. But you lock yourself into place, let yourself give in to his hold. “Thank you,” you say, thinking you were strong, though it comes out barely above a whisper.

“Open,” he instructs, and you do so immediately, opening your mouth as he pushes his thumb past your lips. You wrap your lips around the digit and your eyes flutter closed, moaning as you feel yourself slip deeper and deeper.

He gives your cheek a light tap, making your eyes open as you continue to lick around his thumb. “Eyes on me sweetheart,” he mutters, his own eyes getting that dark intensity as he watches you.

“Slaps okay baby?” He asks.

You nod again, mumbling a “mmhmmm” around his thumb. He holds your face and raises his eyebrows, silently asking you to answer again.

You do so as best as you can with his thumb still in your mouth, “Yes sir.”

He smirks, and gives your cheek a slightly harder slap, one that stings a little, and it makes you smile wide. You keep his thumb between your teeth as you smile and look up at him, the adrenaline running all through your senses.

“Thank you,” you say shyly.

He leans down to kiss your now red cheek, and it makes you stiffen slightly, feeling his lips so close to your own. He hovers over your cheek, giving small wet kisses in a path from your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

He stalls there for a moment, neither of you moving, just breathing each other in as he removes his thumb from your mouth.

Your eyelids are heavy, both seeing him and sensing him at the same time.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. Your stomach twists at the idea, your core pounding in anticipation between your legs. He didn’t have to ask at this point, but the fact that he did made you feel incredibly safe.

“Please,” you reply, though before the word is fully out of your mouth his lips are on yours.

It’s a passionate kiss, his soft full lips connecting with your own, first just as two lips meeting, then as two melting together. He leads easily, his hands gripping your face as yours find his arms. It’s intense but not too rough as he backs you up against the wall, locking you in place with his lips and his body pressing up against you.

The gasp that leaves your throat is one of pleasure, and it makes Eddie groan lowly in response. He breaks the kiss to slot his leg between yours, giving you the slightest bit of friction to your core as his forehead rests on your own.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so fucking long,” he admits.

You give his lips a quick peck in response. “I’ve thought about it lots,” you reply, and he quickly reconnects his lips with your own.

This time, though, his leg is pushing up into your center and you start grinding against it. Your kisses become more broken as the friction starts to heat you up, your breathing becoming ragged.

Then his ringed hand comes to your throat. He chuckles at your whine, at your involuntary grinding on his leg. “Aw baby, so needy,” he says, taunting eyes starting into your own.

You struggle to breathe, getting slightly lightheaded from the choking and pleasure mixed into one.

His demeanor grows more and more dominant as he watches you fall apart beneath him. You want to reach out and touch him more than anything, but your fumbling hands can barely reach the clasp on his pants before his hands stop you.

Both hands immediately grab your own and pin them above your head to the wall, causing you to gasp. You resist slightly, and it makes him add even more pressure to your wrists.

He’s looking down at you with dark eyes, his leg still pressed against your core, now almost too intensely as he holds you in place.

“Did I say you could touch?” He asks.

His voice both scares you and ignites you. You’re putty in his hands.

“No d-” you stop yourself, not sure if that’s an honorific he wants to use, though you so desperately want to say it. Immediately one of his hands lands a sharp crack across your face, causing you to yelp, leaving your cheek stinging.

Your mouth hangs open as you look up at him with slightly wet eyes. His jaw is clenched.

“Don’t hold back,” he says. “Say it.”

You hesitate, knowing that calling him the ‘d’ word will absolutely drop you into the most vulnerable space.

But you want it so, so badly.

His free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together. “It’s either that, or ‘Sir’,” he tells you, giving you the option.

You whine and whimper, but he doesn’t let up, only presses your wrists together harder.

You muster all the courage you have, knowing it’s the entire reason you’ve wanted him in the first place. You’ve been wanting this feeling again for so long.

“Daddy,” you breathe.

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his hips into yours, and you can feel just how fucking hard he is through his pants. His hands release you only to find their way to your ass, squeezing hard as he motions for you to jump.

You do slightly and he catches you, holding you on his hips as he connects his lips again with yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. You feel like you’re floating, the heat between you two palpable.

He breaks the kiss to walk toward what you can only assume to be the bedroom. As he does, you rest your head on his shoulder, giving little kisses to his neck as he squeezes your ass.

He drops you on the bed, making you giggle as you land on your back.

“Stay here,” he says to you in the dark. You do as you’re told as he walks away, apparently moving to flicker on a small bedside light, just bright enough to create a light warm hue in the room.

As he walks back over to you, he takes his shirt off and your heart immediately beats harder. Your eyes widen as you take in his tattooed frame. His light skin is littered with ink, as well as toned with some muscles that make you clench around nothing. You stare up at him as he goes to remove his rings on his nightstand.

“No no,” you stop him. “Leave them on,” you request. He raises an eyebrow at your tone.

You recover quickly. “Please - please leave them on,” you correct yourself.

He smiles at you, and obliges, putting his rings back on his fingers and coming back to crawl over you on the bed.

“So sweet, but so naughty,” he says, placing kisses on the side of your neck. His hands roam your sides as your body contorts to his own, trying to feel all of him on top of you. He grabs the hem of your shirt and lifts up as you raise your arms, revealing the little white bralette you had thrown on in your hasty leave of home.

He immediately goes to your chest, pushing your tits together and kissing them, sucking on the skin hard enough to make you whine.

“Oh fuck fuck,” you gasp, feeling him leave a hickey on your breast. You want to run your hands through his hair, your fingers are practically twitching, but you know better. He licks the sore spot as he undoes the heart clasp at the front of the bralette, exposing your chest fully to him.

“God baby you’re so fucking perfect,” he praises you, groping your tits in his big hands. The sensation of him massaging your tits alone has you arching your back to be closer to him, nevermind being able to feel the bulge of his dick on your waist as he straddles you.

“Thanky ou Daddy,” you whine out, trying to adhere to the small rule he gave you earlier.

At your response he comes back to meet his lips with yours, one of his hands getting lost in your hair, gripping it just a little harshly. “Such a good girl,” he says, and you whine.

He releases you and starts kissing down your neck, exposed chest, tummy, and to the top of your jeans. He unbuttons them agonizingly slowly. You watch with glossy eyes as his strong hands undo your jeans and roll them down your legs, wasting no time and taking your panties with them, leaving you bare in front of him.

He looks at you hungrily, his hands gripping your fleshy thighs and spreading them apart. It all feels so intense, feeling so bare in front of him, but all you want is for him to touch you.

You whine as he stares at you, wiggling at the lack of touch.

“I know baby, I know,” he says softly, his left hand slowly tracing down your thigh and dancing dangerously close to your dripping core.

“I just have to admire your pretty little pussy, so wet for me already,” he says. You turn your head in embarrassment, your eyes immediately rolling back as his finger dances over your clit.

You’ve been dreaming about this for weeks now, wanting Eddie’s touch to consume you and fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Despite his demeanor, he’s so gentle, so delicate, touching you as if you could break underneath him as he circles your clit.

He studies you, watches your breathing and how it changes, seeing which spot and tempo seems to work best. You can’t help the little whimpers that escape your lips as he rubs your wet pussy with perfection.

“Fe-feels so good Daddy,” you moan, your hips starting to grind against his patient hand.

“Doing so well for me baby,” he admires you. “Gonna let me taste you sweetheart? Gonna let Daddy taste this pretty cunt?”

You groan at his foul words, the questions themself nearly pushing you to an early edge. “Yes please, please please,” you beg, though it’s unnecessary as Eddie attaches his mouth to your clit, his finger moving toward your entrance.

He moans the second he tastes you, and you do the same, immediately feeling a rush of pleasure consume you.

To no surprise, He moves his tongue expertly. He starts with slow, deliberate circles, applying just enough pressure to ignite all the senses and nerves around your cunt. You swear you don’t even know how to pleasure yourself this well, and it’s a feeling you never want to stop.

“Oh my - fuck yes,” you moan, and he hums in response. He’s just as elated to have you like this for him, coming undone in his bed, naked and vulnerable and oh so sweet.

He picks up his pace and starts to press his finger into your core, curling it just right to rub that spot inside of you as he licks and sucks your clit.

Your legs start to shake. “D-daddy yes yes please,” you whine, not even sure what you’re asking for. Your body feels ignited and absolutely euphoric as he continues relentlessly, moaning into your cunt at the sound of you coming undone.

“I feel, it feels,” you stutter, trying to verbalize the ball of heat building in your lower belly, feeling the nerves of your spine begin to light up.

He only comes off of you briefly to say, “Ask me.” You know even through your hazy brain what he means.

It’s almost too late. “Pl-please please Daddy can I c-cum,” you gasp.

“Cum baby,” he grunts into your cunt, making the ball of heat explode. Your vision goes white as your back arches and toes curl, your legs squeezing around his head as he refuses to let up, making sure your orgasm lasts. You swear you’ve never felt anything like it, and can barely comprehend how long your high lasts, until you feel Eddie crawling up your shaky body.

He brings his wet lips to yours making you taste yourself as your tongues collide. His hands don’t waste time undoing his pants and pulling down his boxers, letting his dick spring free and hit his stomach.

“Wanna taste you,” you whimper, opening your lidded eyes to see him already starting to grind against you, his dick thick and long.

“Fuck baby, I just need to be inside you,” he grunts.

You can’t help the blissed out smile that takes over your face, knowing that he wants this just as badly as you do.

“You taste me next time, okay sweetheart?” He reassures you. Next time? Next time. All you can think about is that he wants you again, already.

The thought consumes you as you feel his pink tip push against your entrance. Despite being extremely lubricated from him pleasuring you, you know it’s going to stretch you.

He starts slow, and you can tell he’s holding back just for you. You gasp as he breeches your entrance, stretching you out.

“Shh. shh baby I know,” he coos, bringing his finger to your mouth for you to suck on while he invades you.

Your legs shake slightly as he continues forward, each inch lighting you up inside.

You whine and whimper around him as he mutters, “Fuck, such a tight little cunt, so fucking perfect for me - just for me isn’t it?”

You nod and whine as he bottoms out inside of you, nearly collapsing on top of you as you both groan at the feeling. You feel incredibly full, so warm with his body on top of yours, so safe being surrounded by him.

He starts slowly moving his hips, and the sounds you make are music to his ears.

“Feels sso so good,” you moan, and he brings a hand to your throat, squeezing as he leans up and begins to pound relentlessly into you.

“That’s right, take it baby,” he grunts, his hand squeezing your throat as your cunt squeezes around him.

He takes your spread legs and puts them on his shoulders, leaning over you slightly to give him deeper access. You moan loudly, whining at how deep he goes inside of you, you can feel him in your fucking stomach.

But the way he changes his thrusts to rub inside that spot inside of you makes your vision see stars, and he can tell.

“Oh that’s the spot huh baby? Holy fucking - fuck,” he can barely keep it together himself as he watches your tits bounce, your face contort with pleasure.

This orgasm is coming on faster, your hands moving to grip his arms, nails digging into him as you can barely take the pleasure.

“FUck fuck,” you groan, head thrown back.

“Yeah give it to me, cum on my fucking cock,” he grunts, giving your face a slap and holding you down by your throat as he hits that spot inside of you without mercy.

You cum with what feels like a wave of pleasure that takes over your whole body. You feel it everywhere, and Eddie can’t hold himself together at the sight.

“Oh you’re so fucking - look at you -” He stutters, almost stopping his thrusts to prevent himself from cumming, but your eyes shoot open.

You look up at him with wet eyes and swollen lips. “Please, please Daddy please cum in me” you beg, watching as he tries not to fall apart above you.

But that does it for him, he can’t control it. “Fuck baby, go-gonna fucking cum in you, fill you up,” he grunts, his thrusts stuttering as he falls apart.

You watch in awe as his eyes close and his flushed face contorts with pleasure, feeling his warm seed coat your insides.

He falls on top of you, riding out his own high as your legs fall open, allowing him to press his chest against your own. His forehead meets yours as he brings his lips to meet your own swollen ones in a breathy kiss.

Your eyes open wide as you separate, looking at him like he put the stars in the fucking sky, and you know you’re in trouble with how much you liked that - like him.

“Thank you,” you whisper, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he kisses your forehead.

“No, thank you sweetheart,” he replies, bringing his nose to brush against your own.

You stay close like that for a while, just breathing and taking each other in. You didn’t want him to pull out, didn’t want to lose the feeling of him inside of you. But after a little while he did, falling to your side and bringing you to cuddle on his chest.

His hand comes to rub your head, brushing your hair and kissing your cheeks and forehead with a hum. You let yourself enjoy his sweaty scent, the hormone filled room making it feel like you were lost in a cloud.

“You okay?” He mumbles, using his hand to turn your head up to face him.

You nod. But you get worried immediately at overstaying. You don’t want to impose.

“I should - uh I should pee,” you say, moving to get up.

He nods, worried that you’re regretting everything that just happened. He holds his hand out to help you stand up on shaky legs, and much to your surprise, he walks with you to the bathroom, his arms on your waist.

“I can walk,” you giggle, his hands guiding you to the toilet.

“Mmm,” he hums, “I’m really not so sure about that baby bear.”

You giggle as you sit on the toilet, and he stands at the door, but faces the other way. You go pee and wash your hands with Eddie standing guard. The second you stand in front of him he sweeps under your legs and carries you bridal style back to the bedroom, making you a giggly little mess in his arms.

He sets you gently on the bed, and sits next to the bedside, rubbing your legs as he looks at you softly.

“Do you want to take a bath or just shower in the morning?” He asks. Your heart jumps to your throat - he wants you to stay.

“You- uh, you don’t have to it’s okay,” you stumble over your words, not wanting to impose.

“I want to,” he interrupts you, immediately silencing your thoughts. “Get comfy, let me go get some water and snacks. Text your friend that you’re home safe,” he says with a wink.

You smile at his words, feeling warm and taken care of as you cuddle up under his covers. You reach for your phone on the floor next to your discarded floors and text Jo that you’re safe.

The exhaustion of the night starts to wash over you, your eyes starting to feel heavy as your head rests easily in Eddie’s bed.

He comes back into the room wearing a pair of gray sweats hanging lowly on his hips, carrying two water bottles, a banana, and some popcorn. He smiles at the sight of you in his bed, warm and small and safe.

He sets the snacks on the nightstand and kisses your forehead, making your eyes flutter open.

“So cute,” he smiles. “Want a shirt, baby?”

You nod and he grabs one of his big band tees as you sit up. “Arms up,” he instructs, and you do as you’re told, letting him pull the shirt over your naked frame. When your face pops out of the top, he holds your cheeks lightly, bringing your lips to his for a kiss.

He pulls away slowly, and it scares you how full your heart feels.

“Are you gonna let me be here for you sweetheart?” He asks, moving his hands to hold your own.

You smile shyly. “I think I'd like that,” you reply.

“Not just tonight,” he corrects himself.

Your eyes start to water. He’s just too sweet, too perfect, it doesn’t feel real.

“You mean it?” you ask/

“As long as you let me be here for you, I will,” he confirms.

And you smile because maybe, just maybe, this is right.

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hard learning |dom!steddie x sub!reader|

prompt: eddie and steve find out you've been lying to them. they're less than impressed with you.

contains: MINORS DNI 18+ ABSOLUTELY DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE NOT 18+!!!!! poly relationship (throuple), steve x eddie x reader, dom!eddie, dom!steve, sub!reader, language, mentions of dom/sub themes, spanking, degrading, mean dom!steddie, gagging, oral fem recieving, double penetration, aftercare

Steve walked through the front door of the small home, shoulders slumped and rounded with defeat of the day. He hated midterm week, hated the week after it even more. When the college kids scrambled in to cram as much studying as they could, spilling over books and notes, scouring for the supplied they needed to pass the classes so they could enjoy their spring break. It made Steve crazy.

Waldenbooks was buzzing, sales had been great so his boss would be happy, but his employees- most college students themselves- had requested off for spring break, leaving Steve short staffed and running the store.

He could hear your giggle from the hallway, floating towards him like a soothing melody, eyes closing at the sound. You'd chose to stay home for spring break, to stay with he and Eddie. Your junior year (the second time around) was spent having lazy days in bed with the boys, savoring the moments with them before they went to work, sweet kisses and quiet moans spilled between crumpled bed sheets.

You'd sucked Steve off that morning in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth. He didn't even ask you to. You just followed him in, dropping to your knees on the fluffy bath mat with a sleepy smile. "Missed you, Stevie," You hummed, nuzzling into the soft skin of his tummy, warm with sleep, soft lips trailing kisses down to his boxers.

You didn't ask, and Eddie would have corrected you. Yanked you back by your hair, bending you over the sink to spank you until you were crying, promising you learned your lesson. But Steve couldn't bring himself to do it, not when you were so sweet, and you were making him feel so good.

Steve rounded the corner into the living room, watching you reach on your tip toes to dust the top of the shelf. You were a good girl like that, keeping the house tidy for them. They'd given you chores, of course, tasks for you to complete for rewards or punishment if you didn't, but they didn't have to. You'd do it for them regardless,

Eddie's boom box sat on the table, cranked to a pop radio station that hummed softly, filling the space with the bubbly music you liked. You wiggled your hips to the beat, unaware of Steve's presence behind you until you turned, a squeal of surprise leaving your lips.

"Steve!" You gasped, holding the duster to your chest. "You scared me!" You shrilled, eyes bulging at him.

Steve grinned. "Sorry, angel, didn't mean to scare ya." He reached for the buttons of his top, popping the buttons free down his chest.

You blushed gently, biting your bottom lip while you swayed, eyeing him hungrily. Steve bit back a grin. Of course you were pent up, here all alone after this morning, poor girl.

Turning the dial to the radio down, you set the duster down, sauntering over to Steve. "D'ya have a good day?" You chirped, finishing off the last few buttons.

Steve watched your manicured fingers undo the last of the buttons, pulling the tail of the shirt out of his work slacks slowly. "Pretty good." Steve hummed. "Can't wait for this week to be over and my workers come back. Maybe I can actually have a day off next week."

You sighed sympathetically, pouting up at him. "I'm sorry, Stevie." Sliding your hands down to his belt, innocent enough, you undoing his belt like that, yet Steve throbbed behind his zipper.

"Maybe I can help you relax?" You suggested, tilting your head to the side. "Ed's supposed to be home in a few so we can," You let your hands trail, featherlight fingertips trialing to brush over his bulge. "Play, a little later." You grinned wickedly, a devious little smile that had Steve's chest constricting.

"Fuck," Steve groaned, watching you play him lightly over his pants. "You're not supposed to be-fuck- touching us without permission, are you?" He furrowed his brows sternly down at you, faltering a little when you squeezed him, just lightly enough to have him groaning.

"But I'm just trying to make you feel better, Stevie." You pouted, rolling your palm over the rough cotton of his dark pants. "Just trying to be good for you. Make you feel good."

Steve's breathing stuttered, willing himself to pull your hand back despite his sense screaming at him. "Thank you, baby, that did feel good, but," Steve gave your hand a tight squeeze when you huffed, brows lifting in warning. "Let's wait for Ed. You know he'll be sad if we start without him."

Your bottom lip juts out a little further, but you nod, stepping back from Steve so he could walk towards the bedroom. "Did you get everything done?" Steve asked, looking over his shoulder, hard sole loafers clacking against the hardwood down the hall.

You drooled, eyes trained on the shiny shoes. You remembered when Steve first got them, only a few weeks ago. You'd been bratty that day, huffy and irritated while shopping. Steve had hauled you out of the shoe store, spanking you with the loafer in the car. It had stung something awful, and the following spanking with Eddie's paddle had been miserable, yet you ached at the thought, panties embarrassingly wet at the memory.

"Mmhmm," You hummed, swallowing the drool that pooled in your mouth at the thought. "I have our laundry washing right now. Just have to finish up the towels. The dryer is taking a while to dry again."

Steve sighed in response. "Tell Eddie when he gets home. He'll have to look at it again." As if on cue, the front door closed. You perked up, grinning at the sound of the other man, your other lover. Steve smirked. "Speak of the fuckin' devil."

Eddie's heavy boots carried down the hallway and you grinned, peeking around to greet him. "Hi, baby," Eddie cooed.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a sweet kiss. He was still in his little work badge. He found it demeaning, embarrassing, but you thought he looked positively delicious in it. Eddie worked down at a local music shop, the specialist in all things guitar related. With the grunge, punk rock wave that was creeping through the music world, everyone wanted an electric guitar. Lucky for Eddie. He sold, tuned, and even repaired and gave lessons for extra cash. The only downside was the badge, rather a plaque that was bigger than an index card, that all employees had to wear on their chest. A cheesy cartoon music note with the stores name on it that Eddie cringed at.

"Hi," You chirped, pulling back, eyes shining at him. "Missed you."

Eddie smirked, pecking your pouting lips. "Missed you." He sighed, walking towards the bedroom with you hanging off his waist. "Have a good day?"

You nodded, looking over at Steve, shirtless in his boxers, rummaging through his drawers for more comfortable clothes. "Did you?" You asked, dazed, zoned in at the sight of Steve's hairy chest.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. "Pretty good." He reached beneath his shirt to take off the badge attached. "You got something in the mail, baby. Laid it by the stove. Something from school."

You froze, eyes widening slightly. It was your midterm grades, shit. They weren't supposed to send those until after Spring Break, those fuckers. Steve's brow raised, looking up at you skeptically. "What is it?"

"I don't know!" You squeaked, quick and defensive. You cringed slightly at the boys' furrowed brows. "I'll go check. Be right back." You smiled sweetly towards them, scampering towards the kitchen.

Eddie looked at Steve, brow raised wordlessly, skeptically towards each other.

You cursed under your breath, sorting through the bills, magazines, ads, until you saw it. Your name printed across it with the University's crest in the corner. White knuckled grip on the envelope, you folded it up tight, balling it in your fist. You knew the boys would check the trash, so you opted to get to the guest bathroom down the hall, shove it in the box of tampons until you could dispose of it when they're not home.

You turned down the hall, hand hidden behind your back. You stepped towards the opposite hall, barely making it past the doorframe. "What was it, baby?" Steve asked, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You cringed, stopping in the hall. You peeked around the corned, body hidden by the wall. Steve looked at you expectantly. "Nothing!" You chirped. "It was just something about my financial aid."

Steve lifted a brow. "Where are you going?" He asked. Eddie joined him, looking at you over his shoulder, tugging a t-shirt over his head.

You felt your heart thump hard in your chest. "I have to pee." You said simply.

Eddie raised a brow suspiciously. Steve scoffed lightly, eyeing you skeptically. "So come in here?" He raised a brow, that obvious tone that made your cheeks burn.

Eddie's eyes narrowed at you. "Yeah, baby," He said smoothly, eerily calm. "Come in here."

You stuttered, eyes flashing from the bathroom back to the boys. You halfway contemplated making a run for the bathroom, but you knew that would only make your punishment worse.

Feet dragging towards the boys, you kept your hands behind your back, fist balled with the folded letter, cheeks red under their watchful gaze. "Excuse me." You muttered, politely, trying to push back the two figures crowding the door. They didn't budge. "Excuse me." You huffed, gritted teeth and annoyed.

"Look at me." Eddie barked, commanding and mean.

You blistered under his gaze, slowly lifting your eyes up to him. "Eddie, stop being mean." You whined, foot stomping on the ground. "I have to pee, let me through-"

"What are you hiding?" Eddie asked, nodding towards you.

Your spine straightened, palms sweating around the folded paper. "Nothing." You said quickly.

Steve rolled his eyes with an unimpressed snort. "Right." He scoffed sarcastically. Your cheeks burned, eyes narrowing in retaliation. "Show me what you've got in your hand."

"I don't have anything in my hand, Steve." You snapped. "Let me pee or I'm going to the other bathroom."

Eddie reached out for you, eyes widening in shock when you pivoted, jumping back out of his grasp. You met his eyes, yours rounded slightly, while Steve's bounced between the two of you, a little apprehensive at what Eddie might do. He was always the stricter one, the meaner one. You didn't disobey him often, sure that he'd make you sorry for it if you did.

Eddie gawked, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek. He looked over at Steve, nodding slightly towards you. You froze just before both men seized for you. "No!" You screeched, turning to run down the hall, but they caught you easily, each by the arm, holding you firmly.

Your first stayed clenched against the letter, wriggling and fighting in their grasp. "Stop it! Let me go!" You shrilled, pulling each of your arms.

"What's she got, Stevie?" Eddie asked, strong hands pinning your arm down, pivoting you body so your arm was trapped against him. His free hand went to steady your flailing limb, locking on your elbow. Normally, you'd love being manhandled by them, especially with the way the veins in their arms were throbbing prominent. It was enough to make your mouth water, even if you were about to be facing a harsh punishment.

You wiggled and fought, white knuckled fist gripping the letter. Steve wrenched your hand open, peeling your fingers open until he could fish the wadded letter out. He cried out triumphantly, holding it above his head, away from your hands. Eddie pulled you in tight to his chest, arms pinning your own down while you writhed against him, desperate to get free.

"What is it?" Eddie snapped, grip tightening with ever squirm and wiggle you gave.

Steve ripped the envelop open easily, eyes scanning over the crinkled paper. "No!" You cried out, lip wobbling already. "That's mine! Not yours! Give it back, Steve, it's not funny!" You knew it sounded juvenile, but you didn't care. You were desperate to get it back before he saw it. Before he saw the D you had in your Literature class.

The boys were strict with you and your school work, adamant that you do all your work so you were on track to graduate. You'd been mostly good, but the literature class was so draining. So much reading and analyzing, and sure, you'd missed a few assignments, but they didn't need to know that.

Steve's eyes flashed over to you. You stilled in Eddie's arms, cowering slightly under his glare. "What is it?" Eddie asked, looking from you back to Steve.

Steve's lips pressed together. "You want to tell him, or should I?"

You whimpered in response, deciding to try and wiggle free since Eddie's grip had loosened. He tightened his hold back on you, looking over at the letter that Steve held out. You could feel him tense, jaw tightening.

Eddie's hands were tight on your forearm, pulling you so he could see your face. More importantly so you should see him, stern and upset, dark eyes pooling with disappointment. "You have a D?" He asked. You shrunk slightly.

"How did you even get a D?" Steve asked, hands on his hips, glaring back at you. "We check your calendar every night and you-" Steve paused, face dropping. "Did you purposely not write down your assignments?" You looked down, silently.

Steve stomped over, hands grabbing your chin firmly, lifting it to meet his angry amber eyes. "I asked you a question."

"Yes." You sniffled, bottom lip already wobbling. "I just... I didn't want to do it all right then. I have so much other stuff to do and-and it was just one-"

"Stop." Steve snapped, shaking his head at you. "Don't you dare lie to me. I'm not stupid, baby, I know this was more than one assignment."

Eddie's eyes flashed down in disappointment at you, appalled by your boldness. Your face dropped, looking down at your feet. "'M sorry, Stevie." You whispered.

Eddie hummed, exhaling slowly while he looked over at Steve. "That's extremely disappointing." He shook his head slowly, taunting.

"I'm sorry." You croaked, teary eyed looking up at him, your sweetest, subbiest eyes, desperate to have him soften towards you.

"No," Eddie shook his head, free hand moving to pinch your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger. "But you will be." You whimpered, the small pat against your cheek a foreshadowing, taunting you with what's to come.

"What happens when you break our rules?" Eddie asked, eyes dark and peering into yours.

Your lips quivered. "Get punished." You muttered, cheeks blooming with heat.

Steve's hand knotted through the back of your hair, tugging your head back sharply. "Speak up." He snapped.

You whined at the pain. "I get punished, sirs." You huffed, you couldn't help the pout on your lips, not when they were being so mean with you.

Eddie looked at Steve, head bobbing just barely so he'd release his grip. Eddie loosened his grasp he had around you, catching your chin before you could fully relax at the released pressure.

"I want you kneeling in front of the bed waiting for us. You know how we want you." Eddie commanded.

You nodded obediently, his grip releasing your chin. You stepped towards the hall. "Nuh-uh." Steve snapped, eyes narrowing down at you. "Crawl. You know better."

You flushed at his chastisement, slowly sinking to your knees. The wood was hard against your joints, but you knew better than to complain; knew you'd be complaining about much more in a while.

Hands and knees dragging slow against the wood, you yelped at Eddie's palm cracking hard against your ass when you passed him. You desperately wanted to rub the sting, but you knew he'd tie you up if you did. On second thought, he'd probably do that anyways.

You shuddered, slowly shedding your clothes, tossing them in the dirty clothes hamper. The shushed tones of the boys outside made you shiver with anticipation, unsure and anxious at their plan for you. Sinking back down on the floor, facing the bed, spine long, palms resting on your thighs you waited. Straining to hear their conversation, but keeping your head straight.

Their synced footsteps started towards you, making your spine shoot with electricity. You started ahead, eyes trained on the bed post. You could see them, on either side of you in your peripheral.

"I'm giving you one chance." Steve said sternly, the letter still in his hand. "Tell me how many assignments you missed."

You opened your mouth to retaliate, Eddie stopping you. "You better be truthful." He warned. "It tells us on here, and if you lie to me, I'll go get my cane."

You shuddered at the threat. There was nothing you hated more on earth than the cane. They both knew that, only bringing it out when you really needed to be punished. The threat alone was enough to make you shape up.

You swallowed hard, lips pressing together, nails biting into the skin of your thighs. "T-Three, sir." You muttered.

Steve's brow lifted. "You sure about that?" He challenged, making your heart race.

You thought for a moment, brain wracking and filtering through the assignments. "I-I'm sure." You nodded. "Three. Two analysis and a quiz."

Eddie tsked, head shaking in disappointment. "Two analysis and a quiz." He mocked back at you. You pressed your lips together to keep the cry swelling in your chest down. "Can you believe that Stevie?"

"I can't." Steve pressed his lips together, shaking his head at you. "I would've thought our girl knew better."

"Me too." Eddie nodded, a heavy, exaggerated sigh leaving his lips. "And here I was thinking I was gonna get to be sweet to you tonight, baby." Eddie cooed, hand running down your hair. You tensed under his touch, senses heightened with every slow drag of his hand, anticipating the next move.

"You've been so good lately and now I see why," Eddie taunted, circling you like a shark to it's prey, all sharp teeth and an even sharper gaze. You kept your eyes forward, hands on your knees, clenching so you wouldn't shudder. "You've been trying to sweeten us up, haven't you?"

"She has." Steve nodded, arms crossing to stand in front of Eddie. "Been playing us all this time, hasn't she?"

Eddie hummed. "So you are smart then?" He tilted his head to the side. He could see you tense, eyes scanning you carefully. Though a punishment, you were still playing, he didn't want to overstep. The verbal humiliation and degrading was new, something the three of you were trying out.

"She's very smart." Steve cooed, and it made your heart swell. Hearing how genuine it sounded, how sweet and sincere.

Eddie's hand petted your hair gently. "I know she is." Eddie smirked, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. "You just make dumb decisions, don't you?"

His hand kept petting your locks, hand moving down to the ends of your hair. You gasped when Eddie tugged them without warning, pulling your head to tilt back and look at him. "I asked you a question, brat."

"Yes, Daddy." You whimpered. Eddie lifted a brow, eye narrowing at you in warning, it wasn't the answer he wanted and you knew that. You knew better than to try and sweeten him with his beloved title. "Yes, sir." You muttered, lip jutting.

Eddie released your hair, walking towards his closet. You so desperately wanted to look, but kept your eyes trained on the bed. You could feel Steve watching you, ensuring your eyes didn't wander while they picked out your punishment, decided your fate.

"Hmm, Stevie, what do you think?" Eddie asked, rummaging through the space. "How should we handle a liar?"

"I think you should get her gag out. The metal one." Steve grinned, malicious and scheming.

You wanted to whine, groan, cry, and beg them not to all at once. You loathed the metal gag; any gag at all, really. The metal one, a small metal circle on a leather strap, always hurt your mouth, stretching your mouth open uncomfortably and leaving you drooling. Not to mention the boys would purposely ask you questions so you'd wobble around your words, trying to form sentences with the uncomfortable intrusion, just so they could smack you and tell you to speak up.

"Hm, good idea, Stevie." Eddie grinned proudly back at him. His little apprentice, learning so quickly. "If you can't tell the truth, then you don't need to say anything at all, isn't that right?"

You bit back a pout, teething grinding while you stayed looking forward. Steve's backhand stunned you, startling you out of your trance. It wasn't hard so much as shocking, but it had you quivering between your knees.

"Did Eddie ask you a question?" Steve barked, hand gripping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks lightly while you faced him.

"Yes, sir." You took a deep breath, grounding yourself, keeping your cry in. You couldn't cry this early on, not giving them the satisfaction of that.

"Just go ahead and gag her, Eddie. She doesn't want to talk anyways." Steve scoffed, shaking his head down in disappointment at you. Your lip quivered. "She doesn't want to be a good girl."

"I do!" You whined, head snapping over towards Steve. He raised his brows, amused by your sudden whining, finally playing into your bratty side- the side he loved so much.

"I am being good! I'm not supposed to talk when you're punishing me." You huffed, reciting the rules they gave you months ago, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. The pout was enough, you were teetering into dangerous territory and you knew that.

"Oh?" Eddie's voice quipped, playful nearly. "You're a good girl?"

You deflated under his squinted stare, challenging. You knew he'd admonish you for the midterm, but that wasn't fair. You decided you'd let him know that. "'M being good right now." You mumbled, eyes flickering towards your knees.

"Yeah, when you want to be good." Eddie scoffed. "And you're supposed to be good all the time. Not just when you want."

You blushed deep with embarrassment, heat rising from your core to your cheeks. You were sure the boys could see your embarrassment flushing your body, exposed and vulnerable in front of them. You knew they loved it, you could tell by the bulge in Steve's sweatpants that he hadn't done anything to hide. Your mouth watered at the thought, wanting more than anything to have your cheeks hollowed around him again.

"Get the gag." Steve nodded down towards you. You huffed but didn't dare whine.

Your posture was slouched, pouting and sulking at the unfairness of it all. These two hypocrites, they didn't even go to college and they were so strict with you about your own school work. They didn't know how draining and time consuming it was.

"Straighten up." Eddie snapped at you. You blew a short breath out your nose, lifting your spine.

Eddie watched you down the slope of his nose, eyes hard and challenging. Your tummy flipped at the sight. He crouched down in front of you, free hand grabbing your chin, turning you to face him, examining your features.

"Color." Eddie demanded, voice still stern but eyes softening to read your expression.

"Green." Your voice had an edge to it, biting and a little mean, eyes avoiding his. Eddie gripped your chin, pulling you to meet his face. His brows lifted in question, serious. For all his meanness and strictness, he was even more strict about the check ins and safe words.

You met his eyes, huffing just a little. "Green, Eddie, 'm fine." You insisted.

"You sure?" Eddie asked in a low voice, grip loosening on your chin. "Let me know now before we start."

"I'm fine, promise." You gave him a small smile.

"And if you're not?"

"I'll say black for hard stop, blue to ease up, and squeeze three times if I need to stop." You droned the reciting back at him. You knew it made him feel better, knowing that you knew how to stop if you needed to. As confident as he was, he always worried about taking it to far with you, especially with punishments.

Eddie gave you a tiny grin, pecking your cheek sweetly. "Good girl." You beamed at the praise, the corners of your mouth flicking up just barely.

"See, knew you could be a good girl when you want." Eddie's salacious grin was back, a little taunting and mean. "Gotta teach you to be good all the time."

You saw him reach for his back pocket, eyes widening in anticipation. You knew the dreaded gag was in there, stretching your cheeks slightly in preparation for the discomfort that was coming.

"Open, wide." Eddie snapped.

You unhinged your jaw, mouth presented wide for him. He presented you with the gag, but not the metal one. To your surprise, he held the one with the red, rubber ball in the mouth piece instead. Your heart skipped in relief, letting the rubber settle between your teeth while Eddie fastened the strap around your head.

"Ah, Ed, are you going soft on us?" Steve teased with a snicker.

"Shut up, Harrington." Eddie snarled. "I figured for what she has coming, the rubber would be better. Don't want her breaking her pretty teeth out when she bites down."

Ice ran through your veins, a cold chill that made your shoulders shiver at the thought. You thought maybe they might go easy on you, you were wrong.

"Ah, good call." Steve nodded slowly. "Daddy's a lot nicer than me isn't he, baby?"

You gave a short nod, trying to swallow around the gag already, drool pooling inside your mouth.

"Aw, wasn't that sweet?" Steve sneered, taunting you. He crouched down beside you. "I wonder if you'll still think that in a little bit, baby." His hand was in your hair, pulling you up to stand, before dragging you harshly over the edge of the bed.

You landed with an oomph! bent over the bed, shuffling to spread your legs. Eddie bit back a remark of praise, eyes cutting to Steve. "Where do those hands go?" Steve barked.

You quickly extended them out in front of you, back elongating into a long stretch, ass presented high and legs spread. A vision of submission on their bed, Eddie and Steve wanted to bust right there at the sight.

"Harrington," Eddie called in a sing-song voice, playful and excited. Your eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want the honors first?"

"Oh no, Eddie, I insist." Steve responded just as playfully, he sat on the bed in front of you, taking your wrists into his hands, pinning them tight.

It was comfier than the ropes or cuffs, but more embarrassing this way. Now Steve would watch you, command your eyes on him while Eddie punished you, reveling in every sob and cry. His favorite show.

"What did you pick, Ed?" Steve asked, eyes lighting up at the reveal behind you. You didn't dare look back, eyes on Steve's face. "Oh, Daddy's really mad at you. You bad, bad girl."

You whined behind the gag, desperately. You knew you'd fucked up with the assignments, but you didn't think they'd be this mad with you.

"You know I don't like liars, Stevie." Eddie snipped. Then you felt it, the cool leather behind you, rubbing on the naked skin of your ass and thighs.

You wanted to groan, whine and stomp your feet in protest. He went with the paddle, of course he went with the paddle. It was worse than the belt, heavier and covered a bigger area, sure to leave you covered in welts and tender for days to come.

"Oh, I know you don't." Steve grinned, eyes cutting down at you. His grip on your wrist tightened, seeing your wide, rounded eyes shining up at him, gag lodged in your pretty mouth. His cock lurched at the sight.

"I don't like it when my little, good girl," Eddie brought the paddle down unexpectedly, no warning or warm up, just a resounding crack that echoed off the walls. You lurched forward, a muffled gasp behind the gag. "Acts so bad." Eddie swung his arms back, paddle connecting with the meat of your ass.

The fat of your hips jumped at the impact, a blossoming pink that slowly faded into red with each hit. You were bouncing, dancing from foot to foot with each slow hit.

"You lied to me and Steve about your school work," Eddie grunted, hitting where your cheeks met your thighs. You howled behind the gag, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Steve gripped your hands tightly, watching you closely. "Eyes on me." Steve snapped. You lifted your gaze, bleary through tears to meet his.

"You've ruined your grade," Eddie continued, two hard successions of the paddle, each covering each cheek in a stinging, sharp hit that had you crying.

"You disrespect me and Steve," You sobbed, snot and tears leaking down your cheeks, pooling to meet the drool that dripped out of your mouth and gathered at your chin.

"And worse of all," Eddie brought the paddle down hard, leaving you screeching, back arching and wrists tugging at Steve's hands to recoil in a deep child's pose, a submissive, defensive stance. Steve's grip tightened, and you were sure there would be bruises.

"You disrespected yourself." Eddie snapped, the paddle came down hard again. It hurt, stung, made you sob and ache, but somehow, Eddie's words- his disappointed tone, hurt and sad, hurt you worse.

You sobbed hard, shoulders shaking and posture slouching, caving into yourself. Steve felt your wrists fall limp in his hands, face buried into the mattress. He loosened his grip, looking up at Eddie carefully. Eddie rolled the paddle over in his hands, watching you carefully. Steve could tell he was contemplating finishing out, neither one of them expected you to break this early.

"I'm not going to have you hurt yourself like this." Eddie continued after a moment, bringing the paddle back down against your red cheeks, softer this time. You still jumped, sobbing into the duvet. "You do your school work and your assignments. You know you're supposed to."

"'M sowwy." You blubbered through the gag, drool spilling out with the fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Speak up." Eddie snapped, his hand cracking down on your hot flesh. "Get your head up."

You lifted your face out of the mattress, eyes meeting Steve's through your wet vision. "'M s-sorry." You tried again, the gag making it awkward and muffled.

Steve cooed down at you, wiping a tear away with the pad of his thumb. "Aw, c'mon, Ed," He tutted down at you. "She's sorry, aren't you?"

You nodded fiercely, before resting your cheek back onto the mattress, looking over your shoulder back at Eddie. He stood, arms crossed over his chest with his paddle still in hand, staring down at you. You clenched around nothing. Fuck, he looked so good when he was angry, so mean and controlling; such a contrast to his normal light hearted, sweet personality.

Eddie hummed, hand lightly skating over your hot flesh, squeezing the fat of your reddened cheeks gently. "You gonna do your school work?" He asked. You nodded fiercely. "You gonna lie to me or Steve again?" Your head bobbed.

"Good." Eddie nodded. You felt his fingers move lower, swiping between your legs. You whined, wiggling back onto his fingers desperately for friction. Eddie smirked, looking up at Steve. "Good girl." He cooed.

"You are so good aren't you?" Steve mumbled to you. He let go of your hands, placing them on either side of your face sweetly, pulling you closer to him. His nose nearly touched yours, grinning at you, ruined and desperate between his hands. "So good when you want to be. So sweet, too."

Eddie hummed, pulling his fingers out of you and into his mouth, eyes closing and groaning loud, the tangy taste of your spend on his fingers. "Mmm, so good. Fuck." Eddie's eyes zoned in on your pussy, needy and wet.

It took every ounce of restraint he had not to dive into you, devour that beautiful pussy until you were screaming out for more. But he couldn't, not this time. He'd brought the pain, and it was Steve's turn to bring you pleasure; a reward for taking your punishment so well. Eddie couldn't deprive him of that.

Eddie's eyes met Steve's, nodding that they should switch places. Steve swung his legs off the bed, allowing you a moment to collapse, sniffle into the comfort of the duvet. Eddie caught your face before you could relax fully, kneeling on the mattress and cupping your jaw in one hand, free hand undoing your gag. He pulled the ball out of your mouth, the sting of drool attached from your mouth to the ball spilling and pooling on the mattress, wet matter mixing with your tears.

"How are you feeling?" Eddie asked, dark eyes scanning over your features, a silent check in. His grip was still on your jaw, fingers massaging your cheeks gently after the removal of the gag. Your heart swelled at the gesture.

"Good." You sniffled, eyes lifting up to him, rounded and watery. Eddie tilted his head to the side, brows furrowed sternly at you. You gave him a soft smile. "Still green."

"Look at you." Eddie cooed, a dimpled grin spreading over his features and warming you from the inside out. "My best girl, aren't you?"

Eddie was good like this. Good about making you feel better after your punishments, letting you know it's all still play. Sometimes it was easy to feel real about them, feel like that was their true feelings towards you. Steve was still learning to get out of that headspace, still a little unsure of when he let himself slowly fade. Sometimes, it was too early, interrupting the scene, others too far after. Thankfully, for the three of you, you had Eddie- the ever "seasoned veteran of kinky shit" as he liked to call himself.

"Fuck, baby," Steve groaned, harshly gripping your hot ass cheeks, pulling them apart. "You're drenched aren't you?"

You blushed, letting your face fall towards your arms, an attempt at hiding your embarrassment. Eddie caught your face easily, firm grip on your chin. "Did Steve not just ask you a question?" He tilted his head to the side in challenge.

"Yes, sir." You muttered, heat blooming down your neck from your cheeks, you knew your chest would be showing now.

"Not really a punishment if you enjoyed it, now is it, Princess?" Steve grinned.

You gasped before you could reply, his thick fingers pushing straight into your sopping hole, adding another and scissoring your walls, spreading them open gently. Your mouth water, hips writing against his fingers because you knew what that meant. He was opening you up, getting you ready so he could stuff you full of his cock.

"It was." You whined, bottom lip jutting out, eyes flitting up to Eddie. "I promise it was a good punishment. I learned my lesson, Daddy."

Eddie's face melted, eyes crinkling when he grinned at you. "Oh, honey," He cooed, leaning down so his nose brushed yours. You purred, nuzzling against him sweetly "You're not done yet."

Your heart dropped, face following with it, while Eddie rolled off the bed. Steve snickered behind you, amber eyes flashing with excitement, tracking Eddie's movements towards the bedside drawer.

"But I-"

"You didn't think you'd get off that easy, did you?" Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side, shaking his curls at you dumbly. Your face burned. "Steve, she really thought that was it?" He mocked you.

Steve's fingers were still working inside you, opening you up. "Surely, you're smarter than that." Steve snipped. "I mean, baby, c'mon, Ed would've at least used the cane if the spanking was it."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, bottom lip trembling. "At least." Eddie parroted with a smirk. He turned around and your heart skipped, seeing the bottle of lube in your hand. Fuck.

Eddie popped the cap open to the lube, slowly walking towards you. You looked over your shoulder, neck straining at the stretch. "I told you baby," Eddie said calmly. "That ass is mine tonight."

You gulped, hearing Steve's mocking chuckles, his fingers jamming deep inside you, making you gasp at the curl. You tried to focus on how he was making you feel, instead of Eddie's thick thumb that was circling your rear hole.

It wasn't that you didn't like anal, or didn't do it often; you were in a throuple for fucksake, of course anal came with the territory. You were use to the boys filling you up, if your mouth wasn't occupying one of their dicks, your ass was their choice. The issue was, it was always Steve. Steve wasn't small by any means, but less... girth than Eddie's cock and more gentle. Eddie had fucked you up the ass a total of four times, once to try, once for his birthday, and the other two as punishment. He always made sure you were lubed up, ready to take him so it didn't hurt- and it didn't really, besides the usual stretch, it just made you feel... uncomfortably full. When Eddie fucked your ass, he was in your guts, you were sure of it- you could feel it. It was a little invasive, overstimulating.

The cold shock of the lube dripping in a fat glob onto your tightest hole made you shiver, the sensation quickly replaced by Eddie's pointer finger, circling your hole, pressing inward just to the knuckle. You clenched, eyes screwing shut.

A sharp slap to your already stinging cheek pulled you away, leaving you gasping, turning back and pouting over your shoulder. Steve glared at you. "Relax. You know better." He warned, brow lifted carefully at you.

You took a shuddered, regulating breath, rocking back on your heels to try and relax into the touch. Your skin burned with every pull and knead of Eddie or Steve's hand on your inflamed cheeks, making you whimper, toes curling with sensation while Steve expertly punched that sensitive spot within you.

"Hm," Eddie groaned, fingers lazily pumping in and out of you. "Think you should get her good and relaxed, Stevie." Eddie nodded towards you. "Finish her off for me. Before we really get started."

You shuddered at the lingering threat in the air, a foreshadowing of what's to come. You were granted only a moment before Steve's tongue was on your cunt, lapping and suckling at your clit until you let out a strangled gasp. His tongue was quick, fluttering kitten licks to your clit while his fingers fucked you.

Your orgasm was close, fiery and fierce with a rapid approach that left you reeling, abs clenching and walls clamping around Steve's expert fingers before you gushed, flooding over his mouth and hand. He licked you up easily, smirking at every spasming aftershock that followed.

You were panting, gripping the sheets with a white knuckled vigor, chest rising and falling against the warmed cotton of the bed. Eddie grinned, arms crossed over his chest, half lidded eyes watching you with blown pupils.

"Good boy," Eddie grinned down at Steve. "Let me have a taste, fuck." Eddie moaned, leaning over to capture Steve's lips on his before he could wipe your juices off his mouth. Eddie was drunk on your taste, moaning into Steve's lips while their tongues swirled against each other, the tangy taste of you swapping between their lips.

You whimpered, craning your neck back to look over your shoulder, thighs clenching at the sight of the two men, kissing with a passionate fury. Eddie's eyes caught yours, breaking the kiss with a trail of saliva connecting off their lips. He looked down at you carefully, grinning salaciously, teeth bared.

"What do you think, Steve? Have her stand up or have her ride you? Your choice." Eddie offered with a slight nod of his head for you.

"Ooh," Steve laughed, eyebrows raising in delight. "Ya know, Ed, I just really think I want her to ride me." Steve's eyes narrowed in on you. "Because I know how much you love that, baby."

You bit back a huff accompanied with an eye roll that rivaled Steve's best. You didn't enjoy riding them, either one, especially when they double stuffed you like this. You always got weak kneed, legs shaking and struggling to keep up a good pace, almost always collapsing while they finished you out, cooing and mocking at you.

"I think that's a great idea." Eddie grinned, eyes never leaving yours with a wide eyed glare. "Go on then. Get ready to ride, baby."

That's how you found yourself, kneeled with your thighs on either side of Steve's hips, his hands on your waist, legs dangling off the edge of the bed while Eddie pumped himself between them. He watched as you bounced slowly, sinking further and further down onto Steve's cock, adjusting yourself there before he continued.

Eddie squirted the lube back on his fingers, smearing it over his angry cock. "You ready for me?" Eddie asked. You nodded slowly, eyes pinched in pleasure, nails sinking into Steve's shoulders with every slow drag of your hips up and down his cock.

"You remember your safe words?" Eddie asked again, brow lifting carefully. You nodded with a gentle whimper. "Lemme hear them." Eddie demanded, grinning when you repeated them back to him, voice high pitched and nasally; pathetic, how he loved it.

"Good girl." Eddie purred, shuffling closer. He took his free hand, letting it store down your spine gently. "Hold still for me for just a second, alright? Steve, hold her for me."

Steve's arms, thick and strong pulled around your waist, circling you and pressing a palm into the middle of your back, folding you forward so you were sunk against him, still wrapped around his cock but ass leaned forward and presented to Eddie. It had taken the three of you a while to perfect the position.

Eddie pumped himself, circling the rim of your open, tight hole before pushing the head in. You gasped, clenching and spine straightening at the sensation. Steve groaned, low and throaty at the feeling of your clamped walls strangling his cock, arms tightening around you to hold you close, keep you from wiggling while Eddie sunk himself in, slowly, hips rolling and inching closer and closer until you were full of him.

You could barely move, barely lift your hips to continue riding Steve while they double teamed you, too full of sensation and brain a hazy fog that overtook your senses.

"Fuck, what a good girl." Eddie hissed, hips stroking at a much gentler pace than he usually did against you, watching the lube and his own spend gather at the base of your tight hole. His mouth watered, pupils blown at the sight. "Isn't she a good girl?"

"Oh, the best." Steve huffed, breath strangled and trapped in his chest. You were slouched against him, drooling onto his shoulder, eyes glazed while his hips thrusted into yours. At this point, he and Eddie were practically tossing you back and forth with their thrusts, a bounce from one to the other like a teeter-totter.

"She's the best girl. She- oh, baby, right there- feels so, so good." Steve clenched his jaw, hissing at the way his cock was already twitching.

You mewled, shuddering with another wave of ecstasy release with every stoke of their cocks hitting your g-spots. It was overwhelming, leaving you shaking and breaths shuddering, head spinning at the feeling.

"Fuck, Ed, 'm close." Steve hissed, calves rising and flexing to thrust up into you.

"Me too." Eddie muttered, tongue poking out in concentration while he rocked his hips a little faster, a little harder, still holding back from riding you out like he normally did. He didn't want to hurt you.

Steve's hand left your waist, reaching out to join Eddie's on your hips, their thick hands intertwining to lace together while they chased their own highs, spilling into each of your holes with sputtered groans and gasps of air, singing your praises through shuddered breaths.

You were leaking both of them, letting it pool together beneath you on the sheets when they pulled out. Steve held you close, smattering your hair line with kisses and soothing words while Eddie wet a cloth.

"Such a good girl aren't you?" Steve cooed, nose rubbing into your sweaty hair line. "You took that so well, didn't you? You did. My best girl, look at you."

You whined, lightly gripping onto his chests. You felt underwater, removed and lightyears away from the two men in front of you, their doting kisses and sweet words lying over you like a soothing balm.

"She's still out of it." Steve muttered to Eddie, chest rumbling against your cheek.

"Go get her some water or gatorade." Eddie said, puddle brown eyes furrowed in concern when they looked at you. "Think that'll help. I'll clean her up."

Steve left you, propped on a pillow while you slowly blinked up at Eddie, his wild curls cascading down his face like a curtain over you, tickling your cheeks lightly. "Hi, sweet girl." Eddie cooed lightly. "You alright?"

You nodded vacantly, eyes looking past him and towards the ceiling, pupils blown. "You with me right now, sweetheart? Feel alright?" Eddie asked, brows creasing in concern.

"'M alright." You muttered, airy and breathy response.

Eddie's hand cupped your cheek, calloused thumb brushing over your tear stained cheek bone. "I'm gonna clean you up, ok, baby?" Eddie cooed. "Daddy's got ya, sweet girl. You just relax."

You shuddered, system shocking and screeching with alarm when the cold cloth brushed through your aching folds, swiping and cleaning you up gently. You whimpered loudly in protest, hips squirming away from the rag. Eddie's eyes flickered to yours, relief pulling at his tight chest when he saw your furrowed brow and pouting lips, some expression at least.

"'S alright, baby. I gotcha." Eddie cooed, free hand rubbing your thigh, while he cleaned you delicately.

Steve returned, lifting you up in his arms, pressing the plastic rim of the bottle to your lips, feeding it to you in slow slips. You let them baby you like that, more than content at their sweet, coddling ministrations. Your two mean men that could turn so easily from malicious to caring, for you.

You let them squeeze you between them, lying down on your tummy, hands under the pillow while their hands intertwined and rested on your lower back.

"You gonna do your assignments from now on?" Eddie asked, propped on his side to face you, free hand holding Steve's and the other resting under his head.

You nodded slowly, eyes pulling open before fluttering closed. "I will, Daddy." You muttered, sleepily. "Promise."

"You better." Steve chided, his thumb brushing down your spine, rubbing over your soft skin then Eddie's knuckles. "Or I'll use Daddy's cane on you every night for a week, understand?"

That was enough to get your eyes wretched open, wide eyed and timidly looking up at him. Steve glared at you, challenging and warning all wrapped up in those amber eyes, brow furrowed in a look that told you he was not playing. "I understand." You squeaked, shrinking under his glare.

"I'm sorry for lying." You shuddered, breath hitching in your throat, the swell of tears returning to your chest. "I-I'll talk to my professor about making up the work, and-and I'll make sure to bring home everything, and-"

Eddie shushed you gently, hand running down the locks of your hair, petting them soothingly. "Baby, it's alright. We're good for now." He said calmly. "Just relax. Let yourself rest, ok? I know you're tired."

You sunk back into the pillow slowly, eyes fluttering back shut, succumbing to the overwhelming tiredness that was racking your body. You felt the boys kiss you, pillowy lips on either side of your face muttering gentle words before leaning over you, kissing each other in a wet smooch that had you grinning softly. It was just the three of you for now, in your own little oasis. Two men and their little (sometimes bad, most of the time good) girl.

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Rumour

Description: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious...

Warnings: smutty smutty smut smut, lotta angst, tiny fluff. NSFW, Minors DNI I will whack you with a dinner plate, Eddie is mid 30s, tattoo artist, dom, reader uses sher/her pronouns, sub, fem! Oral receiving, praise kink, potential for Sir kink, a tiny bit of penis handling, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) genital and tongue piercings.

A/N: well, this thought gripped to the inside of my thighs and refused to let go. I had to share it with you before I started humping my furniture. Have fun. Again I'm English so I try with the Americanisms, anything I got wrong soz babe. BTW ST 4pt2 never happened soz babycakes ❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive (and my own heart beating)! If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤

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Walking back to your ground floor apartment after your shift, your feet aching, you spot your neighbour sitting on a lawn chair in the courtyard smoking a cigarette. Your incredibly hot, older neighbour. Mr Munson.

The neighbour that sends shivers up your spine at the mere mention of him. The neighbour that you think about at night when you're in bed, all alone.

No doubt about it, he looked both hot and intimidating. Not that you would care to admit but that was entirely your type. Mid thirties, broad shouldered, and appeared to be as confident as a wolf, and about as self assured. He reminded you of one; gruff looking, proud, stalking around, making you feel like prey.

He looked particularly jaw dropping tonight in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; part of his muscular arms were on display, covered in countless tattoos. You've heard that he works in one of the tattoo shops down town. In fact you've heard a lot about him, but that was one rumour that you actually believed.

Elbows resting on his knees, his messy hair fell in waves just brushing his shoulders, full lips taking a drag on a rolled cigarette. Peeking out of his shirt collar, between the waves of hair, you can see a skull like tattoo on the side of his neck.

Is that new? Oh God, he's so hot. Okay just walk past, act normal.

You saunter past him with as much confidence as you could muster.

"Hey Mr Munson." You nod in his direction, trying to stop your voice quaking, fumbling for your keys.

"Hey sweet thing. You good?"

Jesus, does he really need to call me that?

The nickname travels to the pit of your stomach making you squirm hotly.

"Yeah sir, just a long shift at the bar. Idiots tonight, you know?"

Mr Munson shifts in his chair taking a sudden breath in.

"Shit sweetheart, sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?"

Well, it couldn't hurt, right?

You flop down in the chair bedside him, gesturing for a drag on his cigarette.

"Can I?"

He smiles wickedly and puts his roll up to your mouth. The roughness of his fingertips brushes on your lips making you clench, almost rucking your hips up, albeit briefly. You hope he doesn't notice. Of course he does.

Taking half a hit you realise that it's not a fucking cigarette, it's a blunt. It's not like you'd never tried anything like that but it was certainly not what you were expecting. The heavy, sweet, herb feeling lays on your tongue. Eyes wide you breathe out, coughing slightly much to his amusement.

He holds it out at you so you can take a proper hit. Sucking at the blunt so you can take it all in, your lips brush against his calloused hands, adorned with rings.

Breathing out, you gaze at him. His smile splits his face wide open, thick tongue rolling to a point, licking across his upper lip in a teasing manner. You cannot help but focus on the tongue stud pierced right through the middle of the muscle, a long stainless steel bar penetrating his whole tongue. You had certainly never noticed it before. It's presence made you wet, sticking between your thighs at the sheer thought of what he could do with it.

"Something on your mind pretty girl?" A cocky side grin plastered across his handsome features.

Shit, I was totally staring.

Blushing, you look away and try to change the subject.

"You know, you should really warn a girl before she takes a hit of a blunt."

He laughs deep in his throat. "I thought you knew! So, why was today so terrible?"

"Just customers thinking that I'm nice to them because I want them, not because it's literally my fuckin' job. Couple dudes tried to hit on me, one of them grabbed my ass." You sigh into the night air.

"Shit, I hope you taught him a lesson."

"Of course, hit him on the head with my tray."

He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back. You gawp at his neck, sexy stubble running down past his Adam's apple. Turning his head towards you, he flashes his teeth.

"Didn't know you had it in you. Good girl."

Holy shit.

Your whole lower body clenches at his words of praise as you take in a shaky breath. The apples of your cheeks are on fire. Mr Munson gives you a knowing look, eyes glittering darkly.

You stand up on slightly unsure legs.

"Okay I'm- I'm gonna have a shower. See you around Mr Munson."

You fumble for your keys. Turning to your door you hear a gravelly voice behind you.

"Eddie. Call me Eddie."

********************

A few nights later and your surrounded by the rough brick interior of the bar, busy wiping down sticky tables. There's only half an hour until closing; half an hour and you can go home and rest. It's pretty empty tonight, just three regulars dotted around in the semi dark, nursing their drinks.

You haven't been able to get your latest encounter with Mr Munson, sorry, Eddie, off your mind. You liked to think you were a strong independent woman. You were 22 after all; having had to live on your own since you were 18, life hadn't exactly been kind. You had to be strong to survive. So why exactly was it that a few moments with Eddie had turned you into a blushing, giggling school girl? He had disarmed you with a few words and a rough grin and now you couldn't stop thinking of him. All he had done was call you a good girl and you turned into one. A simpering mess.

Doing a final sweep for glasses, you make your way back behind the bar just as the door opens and a brisk breeze blows in.

Oh fuck its him.

You see his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, leather jacket hanging open. His wild mane is in a low messy bun for once, tendrils of loose hair moving in the wind. He stalks over to you and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. Dark eyes finding yours, he leans against the bar on one elbow, towering over you.

Plastering your customer service mask across your face; social armour to hide the nerves, you smile at him.

"Well good evening sir, what can I get ya?"

He grins at you devilishly, biting his lip, like he wants to devour you whole.

"What did I tell you? Call me Eddie."

"Sorry Eddie."

"Good girl. I'll have a bourbon, please."

Only just realising your mouth is hanging open, you slam it shut, cheeks burning. He looks at you smugly, like he's just proven a theory. Your body goes on autopilot, grabbing a glass, adding ice, measuring bourbon.

When you hand his drink over he slides over a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

You blink at him. "I couldn't, it's too much-"

"Then have a drink on me. I just finished a piece and got paid today. I'm celebrating."

You wouldn't usually, but you're on your own and it's nearly closing. Fuck it.

You pour yourself a bourbon, adding a dash of soda water to yours and take a sip. Eddie beams at you.

"Well thank you." You smile back at him, losing yourself in those dark brown eyes of his, watching the way the skin crinkles at the corners when he grins.

He sticks the ball of his tongue piercing out, rolling it between his lips as he stares at you. It seems like a subconscious movement, you're not sure he's aware that he's doing it.

"Why do you have that?" You blurt out, word vomit pouring off your tongue.

"Have what, pretty girl?" You're staring at his mouth, and he understands, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Thith?" He lisps at you, still poking his tongue out. Giggling, you nod.

His hand drops to the bar, thumb reaching out, stroking back and forth over the knuckles on the back of your hand. An involuntary shiver creeps down your spine at the touch of his rough skin.

"Oh, sweet thing. I think you know exactly what it's for."

His eyes are deep pools, inviting you in. Your thighs clench at his words, biting your lip.

"Oh."

He smirks at you, humming. You pull your hand away, looking at the time.

"Er, just a sec."

You move away slightly and shout out last call. Two of the patrons leave; the other walks over to the bar, slight stagger to his step. Serving him a final Scotch, he pounds it back and walks outside.

It's just you and Eddie. All alone.

"I've got to, um, finish closing up."

"I'll give you a ride if you'll have another drink with me."

You open your mouth. Then close it.

He pouts at you, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Please?"

Well fuck.

"Okay, just let me finish up."

You collect the rest of the glasses, wipe down the last of the sides and sort the nights takings, getting it all in the small safe in the back room.

After locking the front door you return, hang your bar apron up and pour the drinks. Eddie gestures for you to join him on the bar stool next to his. You perch on it lightly; he reaches for his wallet but you wave it away.

"No, I've already done the takings, this ones on me. For the ride, you know."

He shrugs, returning the wallet to his back pocket.

"So" you say, taking a sip of your drink, "you said you finished a piece. You're a tattoo artist, right?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Thought so, I heard a rumour."

"Rumour, eh? What else you heard?" Eyes glittering, he took a mouthful of bourbon.

You giggle "Hmm, well, I heard you were some Satanic cult leader in high school-"

He waved that off, "oh that's so old. If playing D&D is satanic then I'm the devil himself." He sticks his tongue out again, creating little horns with his fingers on his forehead.

You laugh at that, starting to finally feel at ease in his company. The bourbon helped.

"Someone said you sacrificed a goat in the woods once."

He nearly spits his drink at that one. "Now that's more like it, even I've not heard that one. Got any more?"

You blush, realising you've only heard one more.

"I heard you had... other piercings." You mumble, not wanting to say it too loud despite the lack of company.

"What other piercings?" He eyes never leave yours as he finishes his drink.

You're sure it's not normal to have so much blood in your cheeks. You can hear the blood swooshing in your ears. Finishing your own drink for courage, you gaze down at your hands in your lap.

"I heard you have a pierced..."

"Dick?" He ducks his head, trying to catch your eye again, cheeky smile on his face.

"Yeah." Your whole body feels hot and small under his gaze.

He just smirks at you and shrugs.

Is that a no? A yes? Now I'm dying to know!

He winks at your obvious frustration and says "come on I'll take you home."

********************

The ride home in Eddie's Mustang is uneventful. A little small talk is shared, but mostly you're staring out the window, trying to catch glimpses of him when he wasn't looking, eyes wandering to his crotch.

Pretty soon he was dropping you off at your front door, hand leaning on the door frame, crowding into your personal space. Just breathing the same air as him felt suffocating in the best way.

"Well, goodnight then sweet thing." He winks at you, glancing at your lips. For a split second you think he's going to kiss you, but he breaks away and turns to leave.

"Do you wanna come in?" Shit did I just say that out loud?

"You sure?"

You nod and he throws you a wolfish grin. You've never felt so much like a lamb in your entire life. You may as well baa at this point.

You lead him into your tiny apartment, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch, turning on a couple of dim lamps as you go. He flops down, manspreading, large hand resting on his knee.

"You want another drink? I've got bourbon but no ice I'm afraid."

"Sure thing sweets." He responds whilst slipping his jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair.

"You mind if I smoke? Just a cigarette, promise."

You smile at the reference, "sure, there's an ashtray just there."

He pulls out a pre rolled smoke, lighting it and taking a few drags.

When you've poured the drinks you make your way to the other side of the couch, placing the glasses on the coffee table. He offers his cigarette to you. As you nod, he shifts closer, holding it to your lips. You take a couple of drags, relishing the feel of his fingers on your mouth. Every time your skin touches his it sends a flutter through your nerves.

You watch him take a sip of his drink, seeing him press that perfect bottom lip to the glass. He drinks and puts the glass down. Not even looking your way, he says "something you wanna share, pretty girl?"

"Do you? Is it?" You say doltishly. Well done, real eloquent.

"You really wanna know, huh?"

"Yes!" You say loudly, bourbon well and truly in the drivers seat for that one.

He laughs and looks at you dead in the eye, another chance to make you squirm.

"Yes."

Gaping at him for a few seconds, your brain and mouth finally connect.

"Do you- did it hurt? What's it look like? What kinda-"

Stopping you mid babble with a wave of his hand, he simply asks, "you wanna see it?"

Brain short circuiting, you merely stare at him dumbfounded. You nod, curiosity well and truly getting the best of you.

He stands up and undoes his belt, sound echoing through the apartment. Your gaze is fixated on his large hands as they deftly unbutton his jeans. A glimpse of a tattoo teases you on his lower abdomen. His happy trail is peeking out, leading to the large thatch of hair that snakes down to his manhood. You swallow hard.

He slowly pulls his boxers down and you scoot closer to have a look. It emerges from the fabric, to your surprise half hard.

You gape at it. You've seen dicks before. A handful. And they are just that, a handful. This is more than a handful. You think you'd struggle to get your hand around his. The girth of it was truly intimidating. It certainly looked long too, and that was at half mast.

The end of it was pink and rounded, and the piercing went through the slit at the top, down to the underside of the tip. The piercing was thicker than you imagined, a curved bar with thick steel balls on either end. You never thought you would be into this sort of thing, but just looking at it made you think about what it felt like. What it tasted like. You wet your lips and continue to stare.

On instinct, your hand reaches out. You only notice when it meets the roughness of his jeans, touching ever so closely to his exposed member.

You look up at Eddie's face. He's looking right back at you sinfully.

"Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as you'd think. Ached like a bitch the first time I got a boner though."

You giggle, staring at it again.

"Can I touch it?" What the hell. It just slipped out, unbidden. You see his dick twitch at the thought.

Eddie chuckles darkly. "Did you seriously just ask if you-"

"Sorry that was dumb of me-"

"Sure you can sweet thing."

Before your mind can even comprehend what's happening, your hand shoots forward with sudden bravery, reaching out to hold it. You inspect the tip, looking at the piercing, feeling his hardness grow under your delicate touch. Inquisitively you rub the jewellery with your thumb, inadvertently smoothing the pad of your thumb over his tip in the process. Eddie hisses through his teeth.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"No," Eddie manages through gritted teeth, "just felt really fuckin' good."

Oh.

You back off, moving your hands from his piercing and placing them in your lap. He tucks himself away again, doing up his jeans, subconsciously palming his length.

"Well? What do you think?" He sits on the couch next to you, denim clad knee touching yours.

"It's really big Eddie."

He laughs, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa.

"You talkin' about the piercing or my dick?"

"Both." You couldn't help it. It had to be said. It was true. You knock your drink back, feeling entirely too sober for this conversation.

Eddie's mouth splits into a lazy smug smile. Finishing his own drink, he turns to you, eyes roaming over your body.

"So, do I get a turn now sweet thing?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "At what?"

Well, you got to touch me. Can I touch you?"

Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude, but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't the reason you had invited him in in the first place. The very air around you feels heavy, hot with anticipation.

"Ok."

You stand up shakily, mirroring his movements from earlier, unsure hands unbuttoning your jeans. Eddie's eyes travel down to your core, predatory gaze shamelessly wandering over you. Your jeans are a little big, slipping straight to your ankles when they're undone. You kick them off and away. Standing there in your tank top and tiny white panties you've never felt so exposed in your life.

Eddie stands up for a second looking down at you, eyes shining with mischief. He winks, and drops to his knees between the couch and the coffee table, grabbing your hips and pulling you to face him.

Sizeable hands hovering over the hem of your underwear, he looks up at you. "Can I? Can I take these off?"

You nod, cheeks flaring with heat.

Eddie licks his lips, eyes never leaving your cunt. "I'm gonna need you to say it, sweet thing."

"Y-yes Eddie." You manage to stumble out.

"Atta girl."

He peels them off. They stick for a moment between your thighs, slick and heat pouring from your core. The tops of your thighs are already damp with expectancy. Your muscles clench, pressing together with angst. Eddie pries your thighs apart slightly, thumbs massaging calming circles into the flesh.

Eddie presses a kiss to your mound, stubble scratching the delicate skin ever so slightly.

"Eddie what are you doing?"

"You said I can touch you."

"Yeah, so why-"

Eddie's tongue pushes between your folds firmly, tongue bar flicking right over your clit.

The noise you make is nearly inhuman, breath knocked out of your lungs in shock. Your legs buckle at the knees, ass falling to the carpet. He takes the opportunity to wedge his head between your legs, your thighs pushed as wide as far as the narrow space allowed, stuck between the sofa and the table.

His stubble is burning the insides of your thighs, roughly rubbing against your soft skin. Eddie licks into you, pushing his tongue inside your hole. You feel the warm wetness of his thick tongue and the foreign bump of hard steel forcing shockwaves of pleasure into you. The moan he rips from you reverberates in your chest, full of want.

Eddie groans into you, tongue making it's way to your clit, running in dizzying circles. The feeling is almost too much as you buck up into him, writhing your back on the carpet.

"Oh my God, Eddie!"

You can practically feel him smirking against your dripping pussy, getting his large hands underneath your ass so he can push his face into you even further. His tongue is everywhere, eating you out messily, hungry for you. The occasional rub of steel sends your senses into overload, hips rutting shamelessly into his face.

He moves one hand from underneath you and pushes two fingers deep onto your cunt. You're on the verge of screaming, tears gathering in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure of your desire collects in the pit of your stomach.

His fingers make you feel so full, reaching somewhere you've never been able to touch on your own. The rough sure movements of his hand so close to sending you over the edge, pussy grateful to have something to clench around.

"Eddie! Holy fuck." You cry out, an unsolicited tear spilling from your eye.

Eddie's mouth unlatches from your heat briefly.

"You gonna come, pretty girl? Come on, soak my face, that's my girl." And he's diving straight back in, tongue movements unmatched, strong fingers fucking into you. Desperate, filthy noises pour from your throat at the sudden onslaught.

Tensing up, you feel the unimaginable tight hot ball of desire suddenly drop. The feeling ignites through you like wildfire, coalescing into a burning, broken scream of his name.

Once you've chased your release as far as it could possibly take you, your back finally touches the floor again. Eddie moves away from you, sitting up, gazing at your fucked out form. Panting, flushing, sweating, you manage to look at him.

Eddie looks wild, feral, hair a mess, face covered and dripping with your slick. You can even see a wet shiny patch on his forehead. You giggle, dopey in your post orgasm haze.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" Eddie stares at you unblinking. You laugh loudly at that, pointing to where it was on his forehead. He laughs back and pulls his t shirt off, wiping his sticky face all over it before tossing it onto the sofa.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him shirtless. Taunt, muscular frame, dark patch of hair covering his chest, matching the rough hair of his happy trail. He is littered with tattoos, some dark and bold, others lighter and faded. There's small patches of alabaster skin here and there. He's glistening, clearly having worked up a slight sweat just from the force of which he'd eaten you out. Muscles shining, catching the dim light.

He catches your lust filled stare and leans over you, caging your head with his strong arms.

"So, you wanna know why I've got the other piercing?" Sinful smirk turning his mouth up at the corners.

You crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his neck. Desperate hands snake into his hair as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie's kisses are messy but skilful, one hand moulding to the back of your head, pushing you towards him almost painfully. The need for each other is tangible, bodies colliding, rolling into one another. He sits up, pulling you along with him by the waist, tongue continuously dipping into your mouth. Finally, you break from the kiss just to breathe. It's like all the air has been sucked from the room and all you can breathe is Eddie.

He's kissing along your jaw line, down your neck; yearning, robust kisses. Heaving breaths are coming from each of you.

"Bedroom?' Eddie manages between heavy panting and pecks.

Finally, he carries you through your bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed. Unbuckling his belt and exposing himself to you for the second time today, this time he's taking his clothes off completely, standing in front of you naked in all his glory. Further tattoos cover his hairy legs, you see his thick thighs flexing. He gives you a ravening look; predacious in its delivery, with a smile that belies the lust in his eyes.

You gesture to the hall and he wastes no time in standing up, pulling you along with him, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You wrap your legs around his waist, firm hands holding you steady, as he attempts to navigate your hallway whilst still kissing you.

Nearly tripping on your discarded jeans, he slams your back into the wall. You couldn't care less, tongue invading his mouth, pressing your naked heat against his solid bulge. His groans are so low they're almost growls, bearish and dominant. He takes the opportunity to press your form against the wall so he can pull your tank top over your head, eyes rolling back at your braless chest.

Quivering before him, he roughly widens your legs and slots his hips in between. You feel the hard shaft of his dick pressing against your slick folds, whimpering at the contact.

Hovering over you, one of his hands engulfs the side of your face, stroking down to your chin, holding you there. You stare at him open mouthed, consumed by the feeling of him rubbing up and down your wet pussy.

"You sure you want this, sweet thing?"

"Yes, Eddie please." Your voice doesn't sound like you, its smaller, meek. Your eyes plead with him.

Leaning in to you further, his hot breath whispers, deep voice on the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you can take it? Can you be a good girl for me?"

You moan loudly at him, small hands clasping at his biceps in desperation.

"Yes, please Eddie, I'll be so good for you!" You writhe underneath him.

He chuckles, biting his lip. "I knew you were into that. You got a condom?"

"No I'm on the pill, I need you, please."

"Holy shit." Eddie wastes no more time, rubbing his cock up against your entrance, strange feeling of the piercing hard against your slippery cunt.

He starts to push into you and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. You grip his shoulders hard, trying so hard to take him. The stretch is intense. He's looking at you with concern, softer than he's ever looked at you.

"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt."

You nod, pupils blown, trying so hard not to clench around him. He bottoms out, the final push making you whimper.

Stroking your face, he gives you a moment to adjust.

"So fuckin' beautiful like this."

Your cheeks burn at the praise, lips enveloping his in a soft kiss.

He moves, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, a loud whine escaping from your lips. The burning feeling has been replaced with pure ecstasy. You're sure you can feel the steel of the piercing hitting that spot inside you.

Thrusting into you slowly a couple of times, you already feel pressure in your stomach, knots tied tight and begging to be released. The sensation tightens further, shoots of it flying down your legs and up your spine. You clench around him hard, moaning.

"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna cum, fuck." You pant out, eyes wide.

"Already? Shit you're gonna give me an ego."

"You already- oh God, fuck- you already have one."

He laughs loud and thrusts into you harder. Instantly you release, the ropes holding your stomach snapping. You come with a high pitched squeal of his name. You hear your wetness before you can feel it, a squelching noise resonating with each drive into your sopping cunt.

"Oh fuck, sweet thing, you squirted. Soaked me. You're- perfect" he groans. You keen at the praise.

Getting on his knees he pulls you bodily into him, slamming into you harder, hands digging at the flesh of your hips. You've never felt so full in your life, his cock piercing nudging your g spot with each thrust.

Eddie's grunting with effort, hair completely loose now, wild around his shoulders. Your fingernails bite into his flexing muscles leaving crescent moons in their wake.

"Shit, sweet thing, oh fuck."

Eddie pushes himself forcefully back on top of you, folding you in half, knees pressed against your stomach.

"Oh Eddie!" It's just so overwhelming. You're full to the brim with him, satisfaction coating your insides, eyelids coated with emotion. Tears spring out the corners of your eyes, running down your temples. You're trembling, inundated with emotion and sensation.

"Hey, hey, you ok?" He slows.

"Yes fuck please Eddie don't fucking stop!"

Grinning wickedly he thrusts into you without restraint, slamming his hip bones into the flesh of your thighs, cock breaching you like nothing ever before.

Clamping down around him, your third orgasm is an ocean; wave after wave of sinful pleasure washing over the very fabric of your being, stripping you back to your bare components and leaving you breathless, sweating, and as exposed as a raw nerve. You babble, and cry, and whine his name, eyes tight shut, utterly taken by the moment.

Eddie's plunges into you start to falter. Feeling him twitching, becoming impossibly harder inside you he comes, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. The warm, rushing feeling just expands the length of your own release, waves finally ebbing and retreating.

Eddie pulls out from you, leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. He lies on his side next to you, thumb approaching to rub a stray tear from your cheek. You're both perspiring; glowing forms gasping for air.

Finally catching some semblance of breath, he strokes your cheek again, wide grin dissipating on his face.

"You ok pretty girl?"

"Yeah you could say that." You huffed a laugh, still trying to focus on how he'd made you feel.

"But you cried?" Its a question, but he looks concerned, hands attempting to comfort you.

"It was just, so much. Too good, you know." Taking in his smirk you say "don't you let that go to your head!"

"Bit fuckin' late for that" he laughs. "C'mere."

He gathers you up in his strong arms, holding you close, and kisses you on the forehead. The affection honestly takes you by surprise, expecting him to have bolted by this point, having got what he wanted.

"Can I level with you?"

Oh shit here we go.

"I've wanted to do that since you moved in." He grins at you.

"Oh, really?" You look up at him, surprised that he'd been feeling the same as you. "Well, same. You're really hot."

He laughs and strokes your back.

"You working tomorrow?"

"No, why? Are you?"

"No. I wanna take you out somewhere, if you want." He almost looks embarrassed. Almost.

"Are you asking me out on a date Mr Munson?" You smirk at him in disbelief.

"I mean, yeah, if you wanna. Unless you just wanted this to be a one time thing, I get it, I can just leave." There's a quaver to his voice. A weakness your not used to hearing.

You stare up at him. Cocky, confident Eddie Munson, was about as unsure as you were. You giggle.

"I'd love to go on a date with you." Smiling, you attempt to hide it into his inked chest.

"So, wanna take a shower?"

"Well" you say, leaning up on your elbow, "we could. Or..."

"Or what, sweet thing?" He rubs your arm, furrowing his brow.

"Or, we could do that again."

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