the name is Lua | ch. 25 | she/her, bi | three buttons tall | sporadic writer (whenever the brain allows it)
for starters: this is an 18+ blog; minors are not welcomed here, and are invited to fuck off :)
hi, hello! welcome to my silly pinned post <3 i'm pretty sure this blog will only be used once in a blue moon bc i honestly don't tend to write much (the brain doesn't let me work my magic as much as i'd like) - but when i do it's all about the munson, baby
english is not my first language, so beware of the spooky scary spelling mistakes!
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smut marked with *
Extra Credit: House Calls* (eddie x inexperienced!fem!reader) | ongoing
please see individual chapters for tags/tw's
In Hawkins, Indiana, the infamous Eddie Munson is followed by a secret, and girls slip by his place for reasons no one dares to speak about. (loosely inspired by the kissing scene in the 2008 film 'Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging')
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Rituals For The Restless* (apprentice!eddie X witch!fem!reader) | three part fic | strangers to friends to lovers
please see individual posts for tags/tw's
A burned out witch leaves her spiritually stagnant life and moves into Forest Hills Trailer Park, hoping for a fresh start. An unexpected connection with her metalhead neighbour begins pulling her towards something softer, and possibly life-changing.
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Spring Break & Midnight Campfires* (eddie x f!reader) | 7k+
A party at Lovers Lake to kick off Spring Break – crackling firelight, music debates, shared smokes, and touches that don’t feel accidental.
The X Factor (1995)* (40s!eddie x 20s!Reader) | 6.6k
A teasing banter over Iron Maiden and Dio quickly spirals into whiskey-soaked and reckless attraction.
Hollow Crusade* (late40s!rockstar!eddie x 20s!reader) | 12k
Three weeks before Eddie goes back on tour; in the meantime, he'll let a bartender more than half his age fuck him senseless.
Whatever You Want, Baby* (eddie x gross!f!reader) | 2.1k+
we love sniffing eddie's balls, that's it
Don't Make a Mess, Baby* (eddie x fem!reader) |
finals are coming up and eddie is there to shut our mind off <3 coming soon...
Dubious Pizza Orders & Head Scratches* (bff!eddie x bff!fem!reader) | coming soon...
how many aura points do i lose if i step away from writing for a while 😔 after punishing myself by writing all my college papers in 3 days (holy adhd) i just cannot look at word anymore lol
anon i did not forget about you, i promise <3 just wanna turn off my brain for a while lol
⋆˚꩜｡summary: we love sniffing eddie's balls, that's it
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: explicit content (minors do not interact, you're not welcome) est. relationship, no y/n, gross!reader?, musk kink, ball worship, sloppy blowjob, masturbation/fingering (f!reader), cum play, dom/sub dynamics (if you squint real hard), soft!eddie (lemme know if i missed anything!)
⋆˚꩜｡wordcount: 2.1k+
⋆˚꩜｡a/n: so there's a bunch of gross!eddie stuff out there, but i really needed some self indulgent (semi) gross!reader stuff, so here we are (i'm sorry not sorry for making you all go through this)
If there was one thing Eddie Munson was familiar with, it was how exhausting and discouraging it could be when people looked at you differently after you told them what you were interested in.
Which is exactly why, when you quietly asked if you could sniff him, he did his absolute best to keep his face neutral and not give away just how confused it was. It wasn’t like he’d put on cologne that morning. He wasn’t trying out a new soap, either. As far as he knew, he smelled exactly like he always did.
The TV hummed softly in the background, filling the otherwise quiet trailer. The two of you were sprawled across the couch – well., you were. Eddie was sitting like a normal person, while you had somehow managed to claim every single cushion and half of his lap in the process.
“Uh…” he said, sounding far less casual than he had intended. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, baby.”
The faint furrow between Eddie’s eyebrows only deepened when you quietly climbed off the couch and knelt in front of him, your knees pressing into the cold linoleum floor. He didn’t dare comment on it, though.
Warm amber light spilled from the kitchen into the living room, catching in your already glimmering eyes when you lifted them to his. Your hands came to rest gently on his knees.
The crease between his eyebrows softened, giving way to a look that was still confused but far gentler than before. He felt your fingers twitch against him before they slowly trail higher along his thighs until they found the zipper of his jeans.
Eddie’s heart rate spikes as your hands continued twitching in anticipation, pulling down his zipper and tugging his pants down. He blinks down at you, his thoughts slowly turning into mush the more you tug down his pants. He then inhales sharply when your deftly hands reach for the elastic band of his boxers, curling your fingers into the fabric and pulling it down. The warm trailer air felt cool against his exposed skin, sending a shiver down his spine.
He can’t tear his eyes away from you as your face comes level with his soft cock, completely transfixed by the sight of you burying your nose in his trimmed balls. The faint scent of sweat mingles with the musky aroma of his skin, creating a heady fragrance that fills your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, your mind turning into mush by the primal and raw essence that was so uniquely Eddie.
The crease between Eddie’s eyebrows returns, and a sharp breath escapes him when you nuzzle closer, the warmth of your breath sending a shiver racing across his silky skin, tracing delicate patterns that make his balls tighten slowly. The sensation leaves his fingers curling tightly against the couch cushion beside him.
Then, with a confidence that steals the air of his lungs, you rest your cheek against the underside of his cock and draw in a slow breath. The familiar scent of him settles around you – clean skin, traces of soap, and something unmistakably Eddie beneath it all.
Eddie wasn’t the first boyfriend you’d ever had, nor the first guy you’d been involved with, but he was the first one who genuinely seemed to care about his hygiene. Daily showers, the occasional spritz of cologne, and a level of self-maintenance that never went unnoticed. How could you not be obsessed with him?
His cock twitches against your face, betraying his nervous anticipation. For now, though, you ignore it, content to linger exactly where you are, committing every detail of the moment to memory.
“You always smell so good, Eds,” you hum against his skin, sounding soft and content. Your eyebrows knit together ever so slightly as you nuzzle closer, eyelashes fluttering when you draw in another slow breath.
Eddie’s breath hitches as your lips trail feather-light kisses along his hardening length. Each touch sends tiny sparks of pleasure racing through his veins, stoking the fire burning low in his belly. When you reach his balls, lavishing them with tender pecks, he can’t hold back a low groan.
Your fingers dance across the silky skin of his sack, exploring and caressing. The dual sensation of your lips and hands working in tandem is maddening, driving him to the brink of desperation. His cock throbs urgently, now fully hard, aching for more direct attention. But he doesn’t dare voice the plea lodged in his throat – not yet. He needs to see how far you’ll take this teasing exploration.
Your eyes are glossy with anticipation as they trail up to his face, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses his features. Your lips continue to brush soft kisses against the sensitive skin of his cock, lingering just enough to make his breath hitch again. Slowly, you part your lips, wetting them with a swipe of your tongue before lowering your mouth back to his balls. Spit glistens against his skin as you pull away, your gaze never quite leaving his as you bring your lips back to him, this time giving him a delicate yet determined suck.
He’s so captivated by the sight of you – so enraptured by his scent and his taste, your pupils are blown wide and cheeks warm with arousal against his sack. Eddie’s hips twitch upwards, seeking more of that delicious friction you teased him with. His cock juts out proudly, flushed an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. He’s aching, desperate for you to just do something, but holds himself back, wanting to prolong this moment you for as long as you needed.
Eddie lets his head fall back against the couch for a brief moment before straightening up again, unable to keep his eyes off you for long. His curls shift with the sudden movement, and his chest rises and falls with a slightly uneven rhythm. Slowly, he brings a ringed hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his brows pulling together as he looks down at you. “You’re killing me here.”
“’M sorry, Eds,” you mumble with a small, shy smile tugging at your lips before pressing another kiss to his cock.
He lets out a shaky breath when he notices the way your eyes turn glossy, almost as though you were getting drunk on his scent alone. The sight sends a warmth curling low in his chest that spreads all the way down to his feet.
Your fingers twitch against him before drifting across the base of his cock, slow and absent-minded. Then you lean in again, pressing another sloppy kiss to him, your attention fixed entirely on him.
Eddie lets out a shaky breath when he notices the glazed, almost dreamy look in your eyes, like you’re getting drunk on nothing more than him. You rest your head against his thigh and slowly open your lips to take him into your mouth, the wet heat engulfing his sensitive tip. A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest at the sensation, his lips twitching and accidentally pushing more of his length past your lips.
“Sorry, baby,” he breathes out, dragging his free hand through his messy curls.
You hum as your tongue swirls around him, lapping at the milky pearl of pre-cum beading at his slit. Each lazy suck and pull sends jolts of pleasure shooting down his spine as he tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping lightly but not urging you to quicken your pace.
You shift awkwardly between his legs, almost wincing at the uncomfortable pool of arousal that started to seep into your panties. Reaching for him, you trail your free hand across the couch until your fingers find his, quietly threading them together as you take him deeper into your mouth with a deep sigh leaving your nostrils.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. So good f’me, hm?”
The grip on your hair tightens just slightly with your lips stretched taut around his girth, fighting the urge to thrust into the velvety confinement of your mouth. With a broken moan, he arches into you, chasing the pleasure without shoving more of his cock into your throat. The coil of tension in his lower belly winds tighter with each pass of your mouth, threatening to snap at any moment.
Eddie watches, transfixed, as you let go of his hand to trail it down your body until it disappears beneath your — his, actually — oversized shirt. The sight of you touching yourself, lost in the pleasure of his cock, is almost too much for him to bear. You slowly circle your clit a few times before you trail lower until your fingertips find your sloppy slit. The obscene squelch of your fingers dipping into your messy cunt fills the living room, mingling with the lewd pops and slurps and sighs of your mouth on his cock.
“Are you–” he groans and closes his eyes for a split second. “Jesus, baby. Are you fucking yourself?”
God, you looked so pretty like this – cheeks warm, your eyes glossy as they stares up at him, your hair slightly dishevelled from the absentminded grip he still had on your hair, drool and affirmative whimpers trickling down on his sack while you desperately fingered yourself. You’re so high on his smell and heavy cock, you grind down on your hand until your velvety walls flutter around your fingers.
Eddie lets go of your hair, petting the crown of your head as his thighs twitch under your face while he lets you work his cock in lazy yet greedy sucks and licks.
“Fuck, baby. I’m– I’m about to cum,” he manages to groan out. “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”
You maintain your pace for a few sucks more before you gently pull your head back, breathless from having him down your throat while your fingers continue pumping desperately in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your glossy eyes are still glued to his when your hand wraps softly around his cock. Your fingers look so small around him while you lazily jerk him off.
Eddie doesn’t last long at the vision of you between his twitching legs, one hand tightly wrapped around him while the other still thrusted desperately into yourself, expectant eyes looking back at him and drool pooling under your cheek and onto his thigh.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he moans out desperately, refusing to close his eyes as he watches each milky white spurt he gave you painting your face until your nose and chin is dripping with his cum.
You straighten yourself up just a little bit and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch the last few ropes of cum and swallowing it down. You place soft kisses against his overstimulated and already softening cock as you let go of him.
But what really gets him is how you remove your sodden fingers out of your pussy and lick them clean, before wiping off his seed from your nose and chin, and bring your cum tainted fingers back into your cunt.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans out almost painfully, his sensitive cock twitching at the sight of you fucking yourself and pushing his cum deep into your pussy. “Look at you; so beautiful and desperate. Are you gonna cum f’me, hm?”
“Fuck, Eddie. I’m–” you cut yourself off as high-pitched whine escapes from your lips.
You don’t dare to look away from him, eyes wide and shiny with desperation, as low curses fall out of your swollen lips when the heat in your lower stomach begins to become too much. Your slick walls clench hard around your fingers, almost hard enough to halt your movements when you finally push yourself over the edge.
With one last high-pitched whimper, you fall back onto his lap, nose brushing against his cock while you try to take deep breaths. His hand finds your hair again, softly brushing strands away from your eyes.
“Pretty baby likes sniffing my cock, hm?” Eddie purrs, his chest still heaving heavily. You blink shyly and hide your face against his cock. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy now.”
His ringed fingers trail down your face until they come to rest beneath your chin. Gently, he tilts your head back, the tip of your nose brushing against his cock as he guides your gaze upwards until your eyes meet his once more.
“You know you could’ve asked me for this sooner, right?” he whispers as his fingers brush down your face.
“I-I didn’t know if you’d be up for it,” you whisper back.
Eddie’s dark brown eyes glimmer with affection as he looks down at you. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, warm and impossibly fond.
“I want everything that you want,” he murmurs, his gaze lingering on your face. “I love you.”
The confession makes heat bloom across your cheeks. Unable to hold his gaze for long, you hide your face against his thigh again.
“I love you too, Eds,” you mumble, your words muffled against him.
i made the mistake of telling my bf about this oneshot (inspired by him<3 how could i not) and he will NOT stop calling it/saying “snuggle snuggle the cock” pls send help
how many aura points do i lose if i step away from writing for a while 😔 after punishing myself by writing all my college papers in 3 days (holy adhd) i just cannot look at word anymore lol
anon i did not forget about you, i promise <3 just wanna turn off my brain for a while lol
⋆˚꩜｡summary: A jacket worn like a confession, whispers grow too loud to ignore, and somewhere between diner dates and sunset drives, Eddie realises he's already far too deep.
⋆˚꩜｡tags: no y/n, she/her reader, lovestruck eddie, high school gossip, milkshakes, hurt/comfort undertones (really faint, blink and you’ll miss it), emotional intimacy, eddie is down bad and we love him for it
⋆˚꩜｡tw: explicit sexual content (minors you are not welcome go away or i'll hunt you down), smoking cigarettes, smoking weed, oral sex (f!receiving & m!receiving), fingering, anxiety/overthinking, emotional vulnerability
⋆˚꩜｡word count: 12.4k+
“Listen, man, I’m not complaining,” Gareth started, a little too animated for how early it was, “I got driven home by an absolute babe.”
“I’m sensing a but,” Eddie murmured as he slammed his locker shut before stepping into the early morning sea of grumpy teenagers.
“But,” Gareth continued immediately, pointing at him accusingly, “you gotta stop leaving Jeff and me behind, man. Not cool.”
Jeff snorted loudly behind them. “Yeah, dude, you vanished so fast I thought you got kidnapped.”
Eddie pressed his lips together to keep the smirk already tugging at the corners of his mouth from giving him way, settling instead for a quiet tsk of feigned annoyance. He didn’t bother replying as he led his little group of black sheep further down the hall.
Instead, he let the noise of the hallway fill the silence while his mind drifted back to the events of last night. And despite his best efforts, that smirk found its way onto his lips anyway.
Ever the observant one – unlike Gareth, who was operating purely on horny teenage instinct – Jeff noticed it immediately the second he fell into step beside Eddie.
“Yeah,” he breathed out dramatically, jerking his head towards Gareth as he leaned down just enough to look at Eddie properly. “He’s a goner.”
Gareth’s brows shot up as he leaned in for another look at him.
“Jesus,” he snorted. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, don’t she?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, though the warmth climbing up the tips of his ears betrayed him instantly.
“Fuck off.”
“No, seriously,” Jeff continued, smacking a hand against Eddie’s shoulder while a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. “I’ve never seen you like this. It’s a good look on you, buddy.”
Eddie’s ringed fingers twitched around the handle of his metal lunchbox as he fought the urge to roll his eyes again and throw some snarky comment back at them.
Instead, he let the endless blabbering of his best friends fade into the background noise of the hallway while his eyes wandered over the sea of students around him, his mind drifting elsewhere entirely.
This morning had been a good one.
Birds had chirped softly from the electricity wires high above the trailer park while the quiet dripping of the coffee machine filled the delicate silence inside the trailer. Eddie had spent most of it half-awake, just letting his eyes wander across your face as you slept beside him – taking in the soft breaths leaving your nose and the way every muscle in your face had relaxed completely against his chest.
Not even Wayne nearly ripping the front door off its hinges on his way bay inside had managed to pull a harsh reaction out of him.
It had been a little after six when Eddie finally gently nudged you awake, the sky outside already splitting open with warm streaks of sunshine, and honestly? It almost pained him to do it – which was a realization he still wasn’t entirely comfortable unpacking.
But he’d figured you should probably get home to get ready for school, and besides, he wanted to give you the option of driving your own car instead of being stuck with him again.
Still, the image of your sleepy blinking, eyelashes brushing softly against your cheeks while you tried to wake up, had carved itself a permanent place somewhere inside his brain.
And frankly? That scared the living shit out of him; how easily he could slip into this whole… thing the two of you had going on.
Eddie was brought back to the present when his shoulder accidentally slammed into another student.
“Watch it, freak,” someone muttered while brushing past him.
“Yeah,” Gareth snorted. “Lover boy’s not mentally present right now.”
Somewhere near the end of the hall, Nathalie sucked thoughtfully on her bottom lip while one of her brows slowly arched upward as she stood in front of a corkboard, pretending to read one of the random flyers pinned to it.
Gareth froze for a second before quickly clearing his throat.
Then he muttered something about a blonde babe looking lost under his breath and immediately veered off in her direction.
Eddie barely seemed to notice – but if he did, he wasn’t particularly interested in it.
Beside him, Jeff pursed his lips thoughtfully like he was turning something over in his head before nudging Eddie with his elbow and jerking his head back towards the entrance doors.
“Wanna smoke one more time before we get tortured?” he asked, already patting his pockets for his cigarettes.
He pretended to think about it for a second before finally nodding and turning back towards the entrance, Jeff falling into step beside him.
The hallway had emptied out considerably in the few minutes they’d spent standing there, most students finally dragging themselves to class as the first warning bell echoed faintly through the building.
By the time they stepped back outside, the morning air felt even warmer than before.
The two of them made their way towards the picnic table – far enough from the entrance to avoid attracting the attention of any faculty member wandering around in search of students skipping class.
Jeff tossed his battered pack of Marlboros towards Eddie before hopping up onto the tabletop beside him. He flicked his lighter open and lit the cigarette hanging between his lips, squinting his eyes when he felt the flame a little too close from his face for his liking.
The two of them sat there quietly for a moment, smoke curling lazily into the warm morning air while chirping birds overhead filled the silence between them.
“So, what’re you gonna do about it?”
Eddie furrowed his brows slightly as he pulled a cigarette from the pack. “The hell you talkin’ about?”
Jeff snorted softly around his cigarette before taking another drag.
“C’mon man,” he muttered, smoke still trapped in his lungs. “I’m not stupid.”
That made Eddie still for half a second before he leaned back on his free hand.
The morning air sat warm and still around them while late students trickled through the parking lot in the distance, the faint rumble of car engines drifting across the school grounds.
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” he muttered after a while, finally lighting the cigarette between his lips.
Jeff only shrugged one shoulder. “It means, you’ve been weird as Hell lately.”
Eddie just snorted softly around his cigarette, muttering something about Jeff needing to stop analysing his bullshit all the time.
“Nah, man, I’m serious.” His best friend pointed at him with the two fingers holding his cigarette. “You disappeared last night, and this morning you come back looking like you’ve received divine revelation.”
“That’s just my face.”
“You can bullshit me all you want,” Jeff replied, bringing the cigarette back to his lips for a quick drag, “but you can’t bullshit yourself.”
Eddie rolled his eyes automatically, though it lacked most of its usual bite, and tapped ash onto the dry soil beside his sneakers as his jaw tightened slightly.
“She’s just…” he started before trailing off. “Y’know?”
Jeff glanced sideways at him immediately, catching the hesitation and the way Eddie pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
“You sound like a fucking thirteen-year-old trying to describe his first crush,” Jeff chuckled.
Eddie lamely flipped him off before busying himself with his cigarette again.
The thing was, he knew his best friend wasn’t wrong – and that was exactly the problem.
Because he’d done this before – the hooking up, the lingering stares during sets, messy almost-somethings that burned out long before they ever even got the chance to matter.
But this?
This felt dangerously close to mattering – and he wasn’t used to that.
His fingers tightened slightly around the cigarette while his eyes drifted out towards the empty football field beyond the parking lot fence.
“She liked you too, y’know,” Jeff muttered before taking one last drag. “Could see it on her face when we played.”
“Yeah,” he muttered back, almost absentmindedly letting the words slips out before he could stop them. “That’s kinda what scares me.”
Eddie still carried the conversation around his head long after he and Jeff had parted ways towards their own classes.
Chairs had already stopped scraping against the tiled floor by the time he stepped into Mr. Sullivan’s classroom, though class hadn’t started just yet.
He let out a quiet sigh as his fingers dragged through his hair while he made his way towards the back of the room where he usually sat.
The bell rang just as Nathalie jokingly shoved you through the doorway, the two of you laughing about something incomprehensible with a grumpy Mr. Sullivan trailing closely behind.
The loud teenage noise filling the classroom didn’t dull immediately when the teacher walked in, but something inside Eddie’s mind did the second he laid his eyes on you.
Whatever words you’d been about to say to Nathalie died on the tip of your tongue when your eyes flicked towards him. Instead, you swallowed softly before offering him a small, shy smile as you slipped into your usual seat.
Your hair shifted over your shoulders when you turned back for one quick glance at him before facing forward again as the scratching sound of chalk against the blackboard filled the room.
You hadn’t brush it, or applied whatever the Hell Eddie thought girls usually used to make it look all neat and perfect. Instead, you’d left it messy – like it had been when you woke up beside him this morning.
And just like that, Jeff’s words came back to haunt him again.
Unfortunately for Eddie, lunchtime only made things worse.
Jeff didn’t even have to look up from his disgusting sandwich to make Eddie feel painfully called out – and neither did Gareth, who seemed far more enthralled with a certain blonde sitting a few feet away than with whatever was sitting on his lunch tray.
Honestly, Dustin and his annoyingly observant eyes were more than enough.
“So, like, are you guys a thing now, or what?” Dustin muttered casually before shoving a handful of cold fries into his mouth.
Jeff finally looked up at that, chewing slowly while his hips twitched around an amused grin.
“What? No,” Eddie coughed out immediately – a little too quickly. “Jesus, Henderson.”
The boys exchanged smug looks instantly, completely ignoring the daggers Eddie shot at them across the table.
He opened his mouth to throw an insult back at them when the sound of loud laughter cut through the cafeteria noise.
His head turned before he could stop himself.
You sat across from Nathalie, absentmindedly picking at your food with the plastic fork in your hand while the blonde dramatically waved her hands around like it was absolutely necessary to do so while she rambled on about whatever story had currently taken over her brain.
The sunlight spilling through the cafeteria windows caught in your hair as you glanced around the room over your shoulder – eyes lazily scanning the neighbouring tables until they landed on him.
And just like that, your entire face softened.
Fuck.
And apparently so did his, judging by the way Jeff’s eyes suddenly glimmered a little more than usual; the insufferable grin spreading across his face certainly didn’t help either.
“Don’t even,” Eddie muttered quickly before swallowing hard.
Jeff only snorted under his breath. “You’re both disgustingly obvious.”
Eddie ignored him completely, though the warmth creeping up the back of his neck betrayed him instantly.
“You too, Loverboy,” Jeff added while nudging Gareth with his elbow after noticing he was still openly staring at the blonde without an ounce of shame.
Meanwhile, two tables down diagonally, Nathalie continued waving her hands around while complaining about the fact that you and Eddie had forced her to take the remaining two thirds of Corroded Coffin.
Well, complaining wasn’t exactly what she was doing – although she clearly liked to think she was. In reality, there was a new glimmer in her eyes you’d never really seen before, accompanied by a small smile she kept unsuccessfully trying to brush away.
Your hand curled around your water bottle while her voice faded in and out in the background, your attention too busy stealing quick glances over your shoulder instead.
“Are you even listening to me?” she sighed dramatically before tossing a cold fry at you.
It hit right beneath your clavicle before dropping soundlessly onto your lap – but it was enough to pull you back into the conversation.
“Of course I am,” you mumbled with a soft furrow between your brows.
“No, you aren’t.”
“You were pretending not to like Gareth’s cologne,” you replied matter-of-factly with an arched brow.
Nathalie froze for half a second, her eyes widening slightly.
“No, I wasn’t,” she answered a little too quickly.
“Yes, you were,” you laughed softly.
Her pale eyes flickered briefly towards your neck before returning to your face again.
“Yeah, well,” she muttered grumpily, clearly displeased that you’d called her out, “I didn’t let a vampire abuse my neck like some people.”
Now it was your turn to freeze in your seat before quickly averting your eyes.
You blinked a few times too many while your brain scattered desperately for some kind of snarky remark to throw back at her.
“No comment,” you mumbled back.
Her eyes flickered back towards the bruises before drifting over to the other table and then back again, her brows pulling into a deep furrow.
She looked back down at her cold fries like they held all the answered to the questions she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to ask you.
“Would it be weird,” she started softly, almost hesitantly, “for, y’know…”
She pushed her tray away with obvious disgust written across her face before her expression softened again.
“For me to be a little worried about you?”
That pulled your eyes back to her face immediately.
“Why would you be worried about me?” you asked nervously. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I can clearly see that,” she absentmindedly pointed towards your neck before rolling her eyes jokingly, like that might somehow soften the weight of her next words.
She leaned back in her chair, rolling her shoulders as she carefully considered what to say next.
“I’m just scared people are gonna treat you differently,” she mumbled quickly under her breath, almost like she was ripping off a bandage in one quick pull. She noticed the way your shoulders tensed immediately – not anxiously, but defensively.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Nat.”
“I’m not. Just… listen,” she muttered softly while reaching across the table to intertwine her fingers with yours, her thumb brushing gentle circles against the back of your hand. “Hawkins is cruel to girls.”
Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer.
“People don’t care what boys do,” she sighed before letting her eyes drift towards the Hellfire table. “But a girl like you? I’m scared they’ll turn you into a story.”
Her thumb continued its slow movements against your skin while she let the weight of her words settle between you for a moment longer.
“But, I can also tell you’re serious about this, about him,” she added quietly, the look in her eyes softening once again. “And I saw the way he looked at you yesterday, too.”
The fluorescent lights overhead were too harsh on her features, but somehow, they still couldn’t harden the gentleness she only seemed to reserve for you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and the silence between you filled itself with the loud teenage noise surrounding your table.
Nathalie’s teeth found her bottom lip when she noticed the quiet, gradual way your expression fell.
And she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Eddie did too – even from where he sat.
He could feel the start of something uncomfortable settling somewhere behind his ribs the second he noticed the quick glance Nathalie sent towards his table.
But then your eyes slowly found him instead, and the soft smile you gave him when your gazes locked again was more than enough to quiet the uneasy buzzing beneath his skin.
Nathalie’s words continued echoing somewhere deep in your mind even after the four classes that followed lunch period – even with the hallways buzzing with teenage chatter, squeaking sneakers against tiled floors, and entirely too much hairspray for a Wednesday afternoon.
You knew her words came not only from concern, but love too, and because of that, they didn’t settle quite as wrong in the pit of your stomach as you’d expected them to. That didn’t make you safe from your nasty habit of overthinking everything, though.
You flinched when you accidentally yanked a little too hard on your locker door, sending a book and far too many loose papers spilling onto the floor. Like the imaginary eyes you’d felt following you around all day weren’t enough, now you had actual fucking people staring while you let out an exasperated sigh and dropped to your knees.
The first thing that came into view were the harsh reflections of the fluorescent lights overhead – honestly, they hurt your eyes – before you tilted your head back and found yourself staring at a familiar mess of dark curls.
“B plus on an algebra test?” Eddie scoffed while reaching down to grab one of the papers that had escaped your locker. “Why isn’t this hanging on your family’s refrigerator?”
You huffed out a quiet laugh while taking the thin stack of papers from his hands.
“Because it’s not a big deal,” you mumbled back while shoving everything carelessly inside your locker again.
“Sweetheart, if I was getting anything above a C,” Eddie started, another soft scoff slipping from his lips, “I’d be buying drinks for everyone at the Hide Out.”
You rolled your eyes at him while putting away the books you didn’t need to bring home, replacing them with the ones you did. Eddie shifted his weight awkwardly as his eyes flickered around the hallway.
“So…”
“So,” you echoed, a soft smile slowly creeping onto your lips.
“Speaking of drinks…” He forced a cough into his fist when he felt his voice slipping somewhere it definitely wasn’t supposed to. “Do you, like…”
You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder before closing your locker and turning back towards him again.
His hand stayed tucked deep inside the front pockets of his jeans while he awkwardly nodded to himself, like the absentminded movement might somehow help him force the words out.
“Do you wanna get something to drink?” he asked quietly under his breath. “Like… I dunno, a milkshake or something?”
Eddie’s eyes flickered nervously from you to the ground and back up again while he bit awkwardly at the inside of his cheek, suddenly realising he’d just asked you out – in quite possibly the lamest way imaginable, too.
“That sounded pathetic, didn’t it?” He visibly cringed at himself, his nose scrunching as he looked somewhere over your shoulder instead of directly at you.
You, on the other hand, nervously bit down on your lower lip while his words continued echoing through your head.
“No, it didn’t,” you answered softly, your gaze dropping away from him when the warmth creeping across the tips of your ears started spreading down your neck. “I’d love to.”
Someone near the end of the hallway suddenly shouted something just as Eddie opened his mouth to answer you, pulling both of your attention away for a brief moment.
Lockers continued slamming in the background, along with the obnoxious squeak of brand-new sneakers against tile, while Eddie let the words die on his tongue instead. He dragged a ringed hand through his hair – a nervous habit he never quite managed to shake, even after all the times his curls had gotten caught around his rings and yanked painfully. Your eyes drifted back towards him just in time to catch the funny face he pulled after accidentally tugging a few strands too hard.
“Ah, fuck,” hissed quietly while scowling at absolutely nothing in particular.
The sight in front of you pulled a small, disbelieving laugh out of you – one that only worsened when you noticed the soft pout forming on his lips while he untangled the strands of hair caught around his rings.
“So,” you murmured once you’d finally gotten your laughter under control, “what time were you thinking?”
Eddie’s eyes widened slightly as his eyebrows shot upwards.
“I, uh…” he trailed off before scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. “I was kinda thinking… now?
“Now?” you laughed, already gesturing down at your clothes. “You don’t even want me to change into something a little nicer?”
“I couldn’t care less about your outfit, Sweetheart,” he murmured back, a soft grin tugging at his lips.
You hummed softly before raising a brow at him.
“That’s not what you said yesterday.”
He slowly looked away, his teeth catching his bottom lip as warmth into his cheeks at the memory of the previous night. After a second, he let go of it and pursed his lips instead.
“Y’know what?” Eddie scoffed softly while finally looking back at you again. “I got nothing to say to that.”
That pulled another quiet laugh out of you while you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag.
“Follow me back home?” you murmured softly, already starting to walk towards the main exit leading out to the parking lot. “Or am I supposed to drive myself home tonight?”
The deep rumble of Eddie’s van died the moment he turned the key before glancing over at you.
“You ready to terrorise the diner?”
Your eyes had already been on him, too busy taking in the way the neon lights bled through the windshield and across his face, painting his pale skin in shades of pink, orange, and bright red. It made you wonder how he’d look on a real stage – one big enough for him to thrive even more than he already did at the Hide Out.
“Never been more ready,” you replied while forcing yourself back into the moment.
The harsh slam of the van’s creaking doors echoed loudly into the open air, starting a few birds from their comfortable spots atop the electrical wires as the two of you made your way towards the diner entrance. The small bell above the door chimed softly when Eddie pulled it open for you, holding it there with a dramatic flourish of his free arm and a low milady slipping from his lips.
The old Wurlitzer tucked against the back wall hummed softly in the background, filling the diner with some cheesy love song from the fifties while the occasional burst of laughter and clatter of plates blended into the warm noise around you.
“You got a favourite seat?” you asked while stepping further inside, immediately getting hit with the thick scent of French fries and the faint underlying smell of industrial cleaning supplies.
“At the back there,” Eddie replied, pointing a ringed finger towards the vinyl booths tucked near the jukebox.
The two of you slid into the booth furthest from the windows, the old leather squeaking softly underneath you movements while a waitress somewhere behind the counter shouted another order into the kitchen. The song currently humming through the diner crackled softly as it came to an end, only for another to slowly drift through the staticky speakers a second later.
Your brows lifted slightly when Eddie’s ringed fingers immediately started tapping against the tabletop in perfect rhythm with the beat – not absentmindedly, either. Knowingly.
“What?” he asked after catching you staring.
“Just didn’t expect you to know this song,” you replied with a quiet laugh.
Eddie scoffed dramatically, pretending you’d just personally offended him. “Of course I know it. It’s the Hollies.”
Your lips parted slightly in surprise before small smile slowly spread across your face.
“That one band I played yesterday?” you laughed softly under your breath. “You actually listen to them?”
“C’mon, Sweetheart,” Eddie tsked while shaking his head jokingly. “Show some respect.”
His fingers kept drumming lazily against the tabletop while he leaned further back into the booth.
“Besides, good music’s good music,” he shrugged simply. “I contain multitudes.”
That pulled another laugh out from you.
“A random – what is it, sixties – love song?” One of your brows lifted playfully. “You’re kinda ruining your whole spooky metalhead reputation right know, y’know.”
“Sweetheart,” Eddie started dramatically while placing a hand over his chest, “metalheads are allowed emotional depth too.”
“Is that what this is?” you teased. “Emotional depth?”
“No,” he deadpanned immediately. “This is me being devastatingly cultured, something we unfortunately cannot say about you.”
Your laughter mixed softly with the music drifting through the diner, and for a moment, Eddie found himself growing quiet again. Not awkwardly – just enough to watch the way the warm amber lights overhead reflected in your eyes while you smiled at him from across the table. And somewhere underneath the diner lights, with What Kind of Girl Are You still humming softly through the speakers, Eddie realised this felt dangerously close to the kind of night he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
The waitress finally wandered over with a tired – yet somehow still welcoming – smile and a notepad tucked against her apron.
“What can I getcha?”
Eddie barely glanced at the menu before looking up at her. “Chocolate milkshake.”
“Pictured you as a strawberry guy.” Your brows lifted slightly.
He gasped dramatically. “Pink’s definitely not metal, Sweetheart. C’mon, now.”
“Neither are the Hollies.”
The waitress snorted softly under her breath before scribbling the order down. “One milkshake or two?”
Eddie visibly short-circuited – you could practically see the exact moment his brain stopped functioning behind his eyes.
“Can I get a vanilla shake, please?” you answered softly before he could completely spiral.
“You betcha,” the waitress replied absentmindedly while finishing the order. “Be right back.”
The Hollies had taken it upon themselves to fill the soft silence that settled between the two of you for a little while longer, the playful, teasing melody lingering gently over the table.
Eddie absentmindedly played with his rings – turning one around his finger before pulling it off completely, only to slide it back on again a second later. There wasn’t any pressure lingering between the two of you anymore – no pressure to act a certain way or force conversation into every quiet moment just to fill the space. Just… comfortable silence – the kind where two people simply existed beside each other without needing anything more.
“So, vanilla, huh?” Eddie said after a few seconds, something dangerously close to mischief settling in your eyes.
“If you’re about to call me boring,” you deadpanned while narrowing your eyes at him, “I will kick you.”
“You’re everything but,” he murmured under his breath – just quietly enough that the waitress couldn’t hear it when she returned balancing two tall glasses in her hands.
Eddie nodded faintly in appreciation when the waitress placed both milkshakes down onto the table before disappearing again almost immediately. His dark eyes stayed glued to the perfect milky swirls sitting in front of you.
“What?”
“Oh, y’know,” he started while softly pursing his lips to stop himself from smiling, “just wondering if it tastes as boring as it sounds.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
Before you could kick him, or he could stop myself, Eddie’s fingers curled around the short stem of your milkshake glass and pulled it closer before taking a quick sip from your straw.
He let the taste settle on his tongue for a second before swallowing. And then he froze; not because of the brain freeze, either.
“…I don’t know why I just did that.”
One of your brows lifted slightly while your lips curled into an amused little smirk.
“Well?” you murmured teasingly. “Is it boring?”
“Not in the slightest,” he answered after a moment, his eyes still fixed on yours.
Eddie’s fingers drummed lazily against the steering wheel while the radio played quietly in the background. The neon diner lights had long since been replaced by the soft amber glow of the sunset streaks stretching across the windshield while he drove with an unusual kind of calmness settling over him.
He’d noticed the way you’d lazily kicked off your shoes and stretched your legs across the dashboard, your head softly bobbing along to whatever song was currently playing – one he could barely hear properly anymore after the years of playing music without bothering to protect his ears. His gaze kept flickering between the road and you, stealing quick glances while the glowing fifties sign slowly disappeared into the distance behind you.
“Do you, uh… wanna go home yet?” he asked carefully, almost like he wasn’t entirely sure he was allowed to interrupt the comfortable silence the two of you had fallen into.
You slouched a little further into the vinyl seat before finally dragging your gaze away from the passing window outside.
“Not really, no,” you admitted without even taking a second to think about it.
That pulled a small smile from Eddie while he nodded faintly to a beat only he could hear, his fingers tapping softly against the steering wheel along with it. The windows had been rolled down, letting the early-summer evening air drift through the van. It felt noticeably softer now than it had that morning while Eddie drove the two of you in the opposite direction of your house. His curls blew carelessly in the wind while his free hand briefly stopped tapping against the steering wheel to pull down the visor.
Storefronts and average buildings blurred into grey smudges that slowly gave way to stretches of green the further Eddie drove from downtown, until the loamy scent of wet earth and mineral-laced air drifted in through the open windows before Lovers Lake finally revealed itself ahead.
Gravel crunched softly underneath the tires when Eddie finally pulled the van to a stop near the edge of the lake. He killed the engine and, for a moment, the sudden quiet rang loudly in your ears before the slow croaking of frogs gradually drifted into the foreground instead.
“C’mon,” he murmured after a while, already pushing open his door.
The back doors of the van creaked loudly when he pulled them apart, revealing a wooden crate stuffed with old blankets, a concerning amount of empty soda cans shoved into a grocery bag, and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke and worn leather. He reached for one of the blankets along with his trusted metal lunchbox before tilting his head back slightly, silently coaxing you to follow him while he nudged van doors shut again and started towards the docks.
“So, I was thinking,” he started slowly, turning his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, “how about I teach you how to roll, hm?”
Eddie stopped a few feet from the edge of the pier before setting his lunchbox down with a soft metallic clank. He unfolded the blanket and spread it across the wooden planks as neatly as he could, despite the occasional breeze trying to fold the corners back over themselves.
The green, damp tang of early-summer lake water felt stronger now, faint hints of fish and algae lingering in the air around you while the vivid trills of crickets rose and fell in soft waves through the trees. Warm streaks of sunset still glimmered from behind the thick trees, though somehow they still managed to find their way across Eddie’s face when he sat down and patted the free space in front of him before reaching for his lunchbox. You sat cross-legged in front of him, your eyes lingering on his face while you took in the way the golden streaks of sundown made him look even softer than the diner lights had.
When Eddie finally flicked his gaze up from the lunchbox beside him, his brows furrowed slightly.
“C’mere, turn around,” he mumbled lazily motioning his ringed finger in a small circle.
“Hm?”
“It’ll be easier to teach you like that.”
So you did just that – clumsily turning around on the blanket until your back faced him instead. One of Eddie’s ringed hands settled carefully against your waist while he shuffled closer behind you until the warmth of his chest pressed softly against your back, each of his legs splayed comfortably on either side of you. You all but melted when the soft warmth of him spread across your back and his chin found its place on your shoulder.
“A’ight, first step,” he mumbled softly while passing you the flimsy rolling paper, “you’re gonna hold it between your thumb, pointer, and middle finger. Like this, see?”
And for the next twenty minutes, his chin barely left your shoulder while his uncontrollable laughter rang in your ear every time your fingers clumsily failed to follow his instructions.
“Oh, God,” he breathed out, his curls brushing against your cheek even after he’d finally managed to get his laughter under control. “It’s like watching Bambi try to roll a joint, but worse.”
Somewhere between shared laughter and exhausted, belly-aching sighs, Eddie had eventually pulled the crinkled rolling paper from your hands with the clear intention of salvaging whatever damage you’d managed to inflict on it. Expert fingers quickly rescued it before he rolled the joint shut and held the sticky edge up towards your lips.
“See?” he murmured softly after sealing it closed. “That’s how you do it.”
He handed the finished joint over to you while patting himself down in search of hi lighter.
“Ah, fuck,” he mumbled quietly to himself. “Think I left the lighter in the van.”
“It’s in the inside pocket of your jacket.”
Eddie stilled for half a second before pulling open the front of his jacket and reaching into the inside pocket with two fingers.
“Huh,” he mumbled quietly once the lighter landed in his palm.
Then his hand found your waist again, gently tugging your back a little closer to his chest before he pressed a quick kiss against your cheek. The joint had been lit in the gentle silence surrounding the two of you, with only the crickets and early-summer cicadas filling the open air.
You took another small, tentative drag before passing it back to Eddie, blowing the smoke upwards as you watched the breeze curl it softly through the air until it disappeared altogether. His arm had long since snaked around your frame to keep you tucked closer against him while neither one of you had bothered moving from your original positions.
Somewhere between the lazy haze settling behind your eyes and the fading reflections trembling across the water, your fingers had found his hand resting against your waist and quietly intertwined with his.
As the sun dipped lower and the world seemed to exhale alongside the two of you, the sky softened into streaks of molten gold and bruised violet. The last remaining rays of sunlight slipping through the thick trees stretched across the still lake water in shimmering ribbons. The shadows along the shoreline deepened while the water slowly darkened into shades of indigo and shifting silver, like the lake itself was holding onto the sunset without any hurry to let it go. The slow, unhurried transformation of the glowing horizon into softened amber spread a gentle calmness through your chest as you instinctively snuggled a little closer into him.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked softly, your eyes already closed while your head lulled heavily against his chest.
“How pretty it looks,” Eddie murmured quietly before taking another drag from the joint.
Your eyes slowly opened again, heavy with warmth and smoke, taking in the view stretched out in front of you without realising Eddie hadn’t been talking about the sunset at all.
Soft streaks of morning sunlight stretched across your room until they landed on the leather jacket tossed carelessly over your bed – like it didn’t hold as much meaning as it actually did – while you actively tried to pretend you weren’t searching your closet for something that looked good with it.
Eddie had draped it over your shoulder the previous night when the glittering stars overhead had given way to a colder breeze rolling off the lake, and he hadn’t asked for it back before you made the short walk from the driveway to your front door.
It was far too early in the morning to be wearing a leather jacket – and far too early for Nathalie’s words to already find their way back into your overthinking mind. So you shoved both thoughts aside and pulled the sleeves over your arms before heading out to school.
The excruciating heat trapped beneath the dark leather wasn’t the only thing making you feel claustrophobic – gossiping eyes and turning heads followed your every move the second you stepped out of the car, only worsening the closer you got to the school entrance. And it wasn’t even about being seen in Eddie’s jacket as much as it was about the judgment already dripping from every lingering stare thrown your way – the confused expressions, the overly critical furrow of brows while people leaned forward their friends to whisper about how you’d been wearing a completely different jacket just two weeks ago.
By the time you reached your locker, your fingers had already curled around the hem of the sleeve twice with the intention of pulling it off – but you stopped yourself both times. The scent of cigarette smoke, worn leather, and cheap cologne still clung faintly to the inside lining, grounding you just enough to keep your hands still.
“Jesus Christ,” Nathalie muttered the second she rounded the corner and spotted you leaning against your locker. “They’re acting like you showed up pregnant.”
Your eyes flickered uncomfortably towards the groups of students lingering further down the hallway before settling back on her again. “Is it that obvious?”
“Well…” she grimaced slightly while adjusting the strap of her bag higher onto her shoulder. “You are wearing Eddie Munson’s jacket like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”
“Jesus,” you mumbled under your breath while heat immediately crawled up the back of your neck.
Nathalie’s eyes flickered briefly towards the jacket again before she nudged your shoulder lightly with her own. “For what it’s worth, you look cute.”
Before you could answer, your head instinctively turned towards the loud burst of laughter that suddenly echoed through the hallway.
And so did Eddie’s.
He’d been halfway through saying something to Gareth when his eyes landed on you standing by your locker – or, more specifically, on the oversized black leather jacket hanging from your shoulders.
Jeff immediately noticed the way Eddie’s entire body stilled.
“Holy shit, dude,” he whispered dramatically while grabbing Eddie’s shoulders hard enough to jolt him slightly. “She wore the jacket.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered automatically, though the words came out far weaker than intended.
Because you had worn the jacket. Not just publicly – but at school. Like it had never even been a question.
And suddenly, Eddie felt something uncomfortable settle beneath his ribs when he became painfully aware of every set of eyes flickering between the two of you in the hallway, followed by whispers, blatant stares, and the heavy judgment already threatening to settle over your shoulders right alongside his jacket. But when your nervous eyes finally found his across the crowded hallway, you still reached up and pulled the leather tighter around yourself instead of taking it off – like not even the awful crawling anxiety underneath your skin could convince you to let go of it.
And then you gave him a small smile from where you stood – one that quietly told him you were going to be okay. Eddie’s breathed caught softly in his throat before he slowly smiled back.
The second bell still rang loudly in your ears even minutes after it had stopped echoing through the hallway. You adjusted the strap of your bag higher onto your shoulder while hurrying towards the biology classroom through the empty hall. Besides the sound of your footsteps, the silence around you was only broken by the crinkling hallway slip clutched tightly in your other hand after Mr. Flanagan had kept you behind to talk about an essay you’d written.
A soft creak suddenly echoed through the hallway before an arm shot out from the janitor’s closet and yanked you inside. “What the–”
“Shhh,” Eddie whispered quickly while peeking back out into the hallway to make sure no one had seen the two of you disappear inside. “I’ve been waiting for ages. What took you so long?”
“Mr. Flanagan wanted to talk about an essay I wrote,” you answered breathlessly before confusion pulled at your brows. “Why are we hiding in the janitor’s closet?”
His curls bounced softly when he turned back towards you, his hand immediately finding your hips before gently pulling you flush against his chest.
“Because,” he started while tilting his head slightly backwards, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his lips, “you kinda short-circuited my brain when you walked into school wearing my jacket.”
Warmth instantly crawled into your cheeks when he leaned down just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss against your cheekbone before his expression softened again afterwards.
“I just…” he hesitated briefly, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against your hips. “I hope people haven’t been assholes to you because of it.”
Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly before his thumbs started tracing soft circles against the denim of your jeans. You blinked at him a few times before a shy, knowing smile slowly tugged at the corners of your lips. Your hand lifted to his cheek, and you couldn’t help the quiet hum that escaped you when he immediately melted further into your touch, his dramatic persona slipping away just as easily as it always seemed to around you.
“It’s okay–”
“No, it’s not,” Eddie cut you off softly, his head still tilted into his palm while his eyes stayed closed. “You don’t deserve any of it.”
“It’s okay, Eddie,” you said a little more firmly while your thumb started brushing softly against his cheek. “They’ll get bored eventually.”
The two of you fell quiet again for a moment, but neither of you made any move to pull away. Your eyes drifted briefly towards the sleeve hanging loosely from your shoulder before a small smile tugged softly at your lips.
“The jacket,” you shrugged one shoulder lightly. “It smells like you.”
That alone was enough to make his fingers tighten ever so slightly against your hips again.
“The cigarettes?” he snorted softly.
“The cigarettes,” you hummed jokingly before your expression softened again. “The leather. Your cologne.”
Your eyes flickered back towards him again.
“It made it easier.”
He went completely still – not dramatically, just enough for you to notice the way his eyes searched your face for a second longer than usual, like he didn’t quite know what to do with the confession you’d just handed him. Something vulnerable flickered underneath his usual teasing expression before he looked down briefly and softly exhaled through his nose.
“You can’t just say stuff like that to me,” he muttered quietly, almost more to himself than to you. A snort escaped you. “Why?” “Because,” Eddie mumbled while his thumbs absentmindedly brushed over your hips again, “you keep making me feel things, Sweetheart. It’s very inconsiderate of you.”
That pulled another snort out of you.
And maybe it was the quietness of the closet, or the lingering warmth of the previous night still stubbornly clinging between the two of you, but your hand instinctively slid from his cheek towards the back of his neck instead. Eddie’s eyes flickered briefly down to your lips before slowly lifting back up again. Your breaths tangled together in the cramped little space while he leaned down carefully, giving you more than enough time to pull away if you wanted to – but you didn’t. Your lips met his softly – careful at first, almost hesitant – before the kiss deepened ever so slightly when your fingers curled gently against the nape of his neck.
But then, the sharp sound of footsteps suddenly echoed right outside the closet door, making the two of you jolt apart immediately.
“You still in there, Munson?” “Shit,” Eddie muttered while nearly knocking over a mop bucket beside him. “Gimme ten more minutes, Jared, and I’ll give you a discount.” “Fuck, kid. Don’t gotta tell me twice,” the older voice replied from the other side of the door before the footsteps slowly faded down the hallway again. You bit down hard on your lip to stop your laughter while Eddie frantically dragged a hand through his curls. “Did you just–” A chuckle escaped you before you could finish. “Did you just bribe the janitor?” “First of all,” he whispered dramatically, pointing an accusing finger at you, “that was not a bribe.” You raised a brow. “You literally offered him a discount.” “That,” Eddie corrected while grabbing the mop bucket before it fully tipped over, “was a mutually beneficial business arrangement.” Your laughter echoed softly through the cramped closet before his grin slowly softened again when he looked back at you. “Now, c’mon,” he murmured while reluctantly stepping closer again just to steal one more quick kiss. “Before he makes me give him a whole ounce for free.”
As the day dragged on and classes came and went, you’d slowly started growing used to the lingering stares and the occasional whispers by the time you stepped into the cafeteria with Nathalie glued firmly to your side.
The dramatically loud overlapping noise of teenagers immediately swallowed the both of you whole – trays clattering against tables, bursts of laughter echoing through the room, chairs screeching loudly against the tiled floor.
And somehow, despite all of it, your eyes still immediately found Eddie’s.
He sat slouched lazily at the Hellfire table with Jeff beside him and Gareth halfway through dramatically retelling something with his hands flying around like his life depended on it. But the second Eddie noticed you standing near the cafeteria entrance, the distracted grin on his face softened almost instantly.
Jeff noticed it too, unfortunately.
“C’mon, bro,” he groaned jokingly and loudly enough for the entire table to hear while leaning back in his chair. “You two are becoming unbearable.”
Dustin immediately twisted around in his seat to follow Jeff’s line of sight.
“No way,” he breathed out while pointing an accusatory greasy finger towards Eddie. “She’s still wearing it.”
“Thank you, Henderson,” Eddie deadpanned while flipping him off without even looking away from you. “None of us would’ve noticed otherwise.”
He rolled his eyes automatically, but the smile tugging stubbornly at the corners of his mouth ruined any attempt to annoyance. Then his gaze flickered briefly back towards the jacket still hanging from your shoulders.
And the rest of the day went on exactly like that – Eddie’s gaze flickering towards you whenever he got the chance, his jacket still hanging from your shoulders while small smiles tugged at his lips even when you weren’t actively looking at him.
His leg had bounced relentlessly through the entirety of last period, anxiously shaking beneath his desk while every word leaving Ms. Sullivan’s mouth completely flew over his head as she explained whatever equation currently covered the blackboard.
He wasn’t even supposed to be sitting through Algebra. And yet he’d still shown up anyway just so his eyes could linger on you a little longer.
The final bell rang, and Eddie all but shot out of his chair with his lunchbox clutched tightly in one hand as he made his way over towards your desk.
Before you could even reach for your bag yourself, his free hand had already curled around the strap and tossed it over his shoulder instead.
“You know I can carry my own bag, right?” you joked while quickly shoving your notebook and pen inside as he held it open for you.
“I’m asserting dominance and all that,” Eddie replied lazily, a crooked grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
You snorted softly while shaking your head before gently tugging him along towards the hallway. As usual, the halls buzzed incessantly with exhausted teenage energy – lockers door slamming, squeaking sneakers echoing against tile, and the occasional dramatic just one more day of hell shouted somewhere in the distance.
“So…” Eddie trailed off while angling his body sideways to avoid accidentally shoulder-checking a freshman.
He briefly licked his lips before turning his face towards yours.
“You got any plans tonight?” he asked softly. “Or d’you maybe wanna hang out?”
Besides his words earlier, there was nothing particularly soft about Eddie now when he pushed you back against the trailer door the second the two of you finally stumbled inside.
His ringed hands found your cheeks almost instantly, and a moment later his lips crashed back onto yours to continue what the two of you had started earlier in the janitor’s closet.
A muffled mmpff! escaped your lips when Eddie deepened the kiss, his body pressing you more firmly against the trailer door.
It took you only a split second to recover from the sudden intensity before your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, one of your hands immediately threading through his curls and tugging softly at the roots just to pull him closer still. Your breath hitched, eyes suddenly shimmering beneath the warm amber light when Eddie finally pulled away just enough to look at you. Heat flooded your face so quickly it almost felt like the sun itself had melted into your skin when his hands pressed just slightly harder against your cheeks.
“Bedroom?” he breathed out shakily.
The small nod you gave him was all the answer he needed.
Eddie’s grip on your face softened almost immediately before one of his hands slid down to intertwine with yours instead, gently tugging you towards the bedroom with a patience that hadn’t existed even seconds earlier when he’d kissed you against the trailer door. The electric warmth of Eddie’s hand wrapped around yours sent a shiver racing up your spin while he pushed open the bedroom door.
Your eyes immediately flickered towards the unmade bed sitting in the corner, heat quickly flooding your cheeks again at the fleeting memory of two nights ago when you realised he still hadn’t changed the sheets.
He still held your hand when he sat down on the edge of the mattress, gently pulling you between his legs before softly guiding you down into his lap.
“This okay?” he asked quietly, like he hadn’t just pushed you against the trailer door and kissed you hard enough to leave both of you breathless seconds earlier.
“Yeah,” you nodded softly while your arms curled around his neck once again.
Eddie felt his heart hammering violently against his ribs as he took in the warm slants of sunlight filtering through the blinds, stretching across your face like threads of gold.
“You’re beautiful, y’know that?” he whispered almost absentmindedly, like he hadn’t meant for the words to slip out loud in the first place.
Your breath hitched once again as you sank deeper into his touch, warmth spreading across your face so intensely it almost felt like it had seeped into your bones. You tried focusing instead on the way your fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt, your eyes locked briefly onto the faint bruise peeking out from beneath the collar.
His bedroom suddenly felt too small and far too vast all at once, every shift in your breathing echoing loudly in your ears like thunder.
But you didn’t pull away – instead, you buried your face into the crook of his shoulder.
“Hey,” he whispered softly, splaying one of his hands on your back. “Where did you go just now?”
“I’m… just not used to that.” You took a second before continuing. “Being called that.”
Eddie’s arms tightened around you almost instinctively at that, like he could physically shield you from the vulnerability creeping into your voice. His nose brushed softly against your temple before he leaned back just enough to look at you properly again, one of his hands still spread carefully against your back while the other stayed warm against your waist.
“Beautiful?” he asked quietly.
You nodded once against his shoulder, eyes still avoiding his.
A soft breath escaped him through his nose – not quite a laugh, not quite disbelief either. More like he couldn’t fully wrap his head around the fact you genuinely didn’t know.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie murmured gently, thumb brushing slow against your side, “I don’t think I’ve thought about anything else since the moment you walked into the Hide Out.”
Heat immediately rushed back into your face, while your fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of his shirt as a nervous breath, somewhere between a laugh and something far more overwhelmed.
“Hey,” he whispered again, softer this time. “C’mere.”
His arms wrapped more securely around you before he carefully pulled you closer against his chest again, one of his hands sliding up your spine in slow, grounding movements.
“There’s no rush here, okay?” he murmured into your hair. “We can just sit here if you want. I kinda like holding you anyway.”
That finally pulled a tiny smile from you against his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Eddie breathed out without hesitation. “You’ve very holdable.”
A soft, disbelieving chuckle escaped you before you finally pulled away from his shoulder just enough to look at him properly again.
Eddie’s warm eyes melted into yours, and every nerve in your body seemed to light up from the simple act of being this close to him. You pressed your forehead gently against his, breathing in the scent of sun-warmed skin, faint traces of cologne, and something deeper underneath it all that felt uniquely him. Your fingers twitched lightly against the fabric of his shirt before you slowly tilted your head downwards again until your lips brushed softly against his.
The kiss stayed soft and warm, but every movement of Eddie’s lips still sent electric jolts racing down your spine until your fingers suddenly tightened around his shirt like you needed something solid to anchor yourself to.
Eddie pulled away just slightly afterward, taking a quiet moment to study your face like he was trying to commit every detail to memory – the arch of your eyebrows, the softness of your lips, the shy warmth still lingering in your eyes. Then he leaned in again, closing the small distance between you once more. His lips brushed gently against yours at first, feather-light and careful, before the kiss depend when his hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb slowly tracing along your jaw.
For a moment, everything else faded away – the crunch of gravel beneath passing cars outside, the distant chirping birds, the faint rattling of the trailer walls whenever the wind shifted. There was only him – only the warmth of his mouth against yours and the quiet way he poured every ounce of longing he had into the kiss, like somehow you’d understand all the things he still didn’t quite know how to say out loud.
He pulled away again afterwards, resting his forehead gently against yours while his chest rose and fell unevenly between shallow breaths.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered before stealing another quick kiss. “Especially wearing my jacket.”
The hand resting against your back slowly slid lower until it settled against your waist instead, holding you gently while his thumb traced absentminded circles beneath the hem of your shirt.
“Can I…” Eddie trailed off quietly, swallowing hard when his fingers accidentally tightened around your waist for a brief second before loosening again. His eyes flickered carefully between yours. “Can I show you? What you do to me?”
He leaned back just enough to properly look at your face again, like he was trying to read every reaction before he moved any further.
Your breath hitched when you felt him twitch under you.
“Yeah,” you whispered back, your chest rising faster than it had just a few seconds before.
Eddie pushed his mouth gently back onto yours, lips moving softly as he almost hesitantly pushed your lips open to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip in that way that made your stomach tighten, while your hands found his hair.
“Can I take this off?” he whispered against your lips as his hands brushed softly against the rough material of your jeans.
You nodded softly, eyebrows furrowing as your heart hammered into your ribs.
“I need to hear you say it, Sweetheart,” he whispered before he gave you another quick kiss.
“Yeah, t-that’s okay,” you whispered back.
Leaning in, he captured your lips with his, while his hands roam over your jeans-clad thighs.
He tilted his head and kissed softly along your jaw, relishing the soft gasps that escaped you as he nuzzled your neck, and breathed in your scent as his hands tighten their grip on you just slightly.
Eddie’s ringed fingers found themselves undoing the button of your jeans, slowly lowering zipper while his other hand grabbed at your hip, anchoring himself as he gazed up at you. His hand slid inside your jeans until his palm pressed against your clothed heat. He then leaned in again, capturing your lips in a slow kiss, and poured everything he couldn’t say out loud into the slide of his tongue against yours, the nip of his teeth at your bottom lip.
His hands move underneath your ass before he scooped you up, gently lying you down on his bed to carefully slide your jeans over your hips and down your legs. Then, he grabbed at your thighs again, spreading them gently as he settled between them before his fingers moved to carefully remove his jacket off your frame, followed by your shirt.
He drank in the sight of your clothed breasts, desire coiling tight in the pit of his stomach before he forced himself to snap out of it.
“I wanna see you in just my jacket, would that be okay?”
With a shaky breath and a nod, you gulped down before your fingers reached behind you to loosen your bra. Eddie slowly slid it off your shoulders before he reached for the jacket, and helped you put it back on. The heavy jacket against your bare skin fuelled his need as he settled between your legs once more, pressing reverent kisses along your inner thighs while working his way up higher. Meeting your gaze again, he sought affirmation before he took his time pulling your panties down slowly.
“Just tell me if you wanna stop, okay?” He murmured as his thumbs brushed softly against your knees. “Any time.”
“O-okay,” you breathed out.
Eddie’s curls brushed softly against your inner thighs as he leaned in, and pressed a tender kiss right above your pussy before taking you into his mouth. His eyes fell closed the second his tongue delved to taste your essence, a shaky, muffled groan escaping him when his pink lips latched onto your clit.
Moans spilled freely from his lips, muffled against your glistening pussy, when his eyes travelled up your body until they found the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and mouth lulling open. Eddie then doubled his efforts as soon as a broken gasp escaped your lips, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit, and alternating between firm flicks and gentle suckling.
“I- fuck, Eddie.”
Gently, he slipped one of his fingers into you, pumping softly in and out of your dripping core while his lips continued latching onto your clit.
“This is all I could think about today,” he whispered softly against your swollen nub, his own eyebrows furrowed as his eyes travelled down your body until his gaze fell on the way his finger disappeared inside of you. “Eating you out in my bed, wearing only my jacket.”
Another groan escaped his lips when your hand found his curls, tugging harshly at the strands when you felt him gently add another finger into your dripping core.
“Fuck, look at you, Sweetheart,” he chuckled breathily, licking his lips as his gaze travelled up, taking in the way your hard nipples peeked from under your bra, and the way the oversized jacket fell to your sides. “So fucking beautiful, all for me.”
“E-Eddie–”
He could tell you were already getting close by the way your pussy fluttered around his invading digits and the desperate arch of your hips seeking more of his lips. Eddie was desperate to push you over the edge, and sealed his lips around your clit once again and sucked hard, thrusting his fingers in and out of you faster while your slick gushed onto his tongue. He alternated between lock licks and fast flicks, savouring the tangy-sweet taste or your slick coating his tongue, while he curled his two fingers until they rubbed against that special spot.
It didn’t take long for you to clench around his fingers, followed by broken whimpers as you gushed over his chin. Eddie lapped tenderly at your sensitive clit until your thighs twitched around his face, an utterly spent and satisfied hum leaving your lips.
“Jesus,” you mumbled breathlessly. “You… Fuck.”
Something new flickered underneath the adoration in his eyes when he finally pulled himself back from between your legs and shifted over you again, close enough that your noses almost brushed.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he admitted breathlessly, like the words had slipped out before he could stop them. A helpless little smile tugged at the corners of his slick mouth while his hand rose to gently cup your face again.
Your chest rose and fell unevenly while you tried to catch your breath, Eddie’s words still sinking slowly into your bones.
His thumb brushed softly against your cheeks while his gaze lingered on your face, taking in the warmth flooding your skin, the breathless little puffs leaving your lips, and the way you looked back at him like he’d hung the moon himself.
“I’m obsessed with you too,” you whispered quietly before your hand slowly drifted down towards the button of his jeans.
Eddie’s other hand immediately wrapped gently around your wrist, stopping you before your fingers could move any further.
“It’s okay,” he whispered softly while licking his lips nervously. “You don’t have to.”
His chest started rising a little faster above you anyway, your fingers still rested lightly against the button of his jeans.
“But I want to,” you whispered back. “Will you show me?”
Eddie’s cheeks somehow flushed even warmer as his brows pulled together, like your words had physically pained him.
“I…” he trailed off, forcing a dry lump down his throat as he suddenly felt far too aware of himself. “Are you sure?”
Your breath caught softly at the uncertainty suddenly flickering across his face – the same boy who had kissed you breathless against the trailer door, and eaten you out, now looked almost nervous above you, like he was terrified of crossing a line he couldn’t uncross. So you lifted your hand from where he still held your wrist and gently pressed your palm against his cheek instead.
“I’m sure,” you whispered softly.
Eddie’s eyes searched yours for another long moment, like he needed to be absolutely certain before the two of you went anywhere further. Then he slowly nodded once, distracted by the shy little smile that had found its place on your lips.
“Okay,” he breathed out shakily.
His hand loosened around your wrist before his fingers intertwined carefully with yours instead, guiding your hand back down with a patience that made warmth bloom all through your chest.
“C’mere,” he murmured quietly, the tips of his ears still flushed red while a nervous little smile tugged at his lips. He pulled you upright and let himself indulge in another kiss. “I’ll… fuck, I'll show you.”
He slowly unbuttons himself before pulling down the zipper, and pulls at his jeans until they pooled around his ankles. He looks painfully hard when he palms himself over his boxers, pulling the material slowly down his thighs until his cock springs out – flushed and leaking at the tip. Eddie’s wrapped a fist around the base, stroking languidly as he gives you another kiss.
“First thing,” he breathed out shakily as his eyes open to look deeply into yours, “come sit between my legs.”
You gulped nervously as your socked feet touched the floor before you did what he just told you. Kneeling on the carpet felt somewhat grounding, even with the muffled scrape and gentle drag on your skin. Your hands grab at his thighs, brushing your thumbs against his skin as you wait patiently for his next instructions.
Eddie’s eyes glistened when he looked down at you – sitting prettily between his legs, your fingers twitching nervously against his thighs while the leather of his jacket shifted softly with every rapid breath you took. Something overwhelmed flickered across his face for a brief second, like he still couldn’t fully process that you were here with him like this. His free hand came up almost instinctively to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face before his thumb lingered gently against your bottom lip.
“Jesus. You’re gonna kill me one day,” he breathed out softly, more to himself than to you. He then gulped down and licked his lips while he continued lazily stroking his cock. “Can you– can you open you lips for me, Sweetheart?”
He moved his thumb away from your bottom lip, and slowly replaced it with his swollen tip.
“Th– this is gonna sound stupid,” he chuckled breathlessly, slightly shaking his head at himself, “but it’s kinda like… sucking on a lollypop?”
Eddie’s cock twitched when you looked up at him – eyes glimmering, slick lips after you gave him an experimental lick – and hesitantly wrapped your lips around him. His hips jerked ever so slightly as you tentatively moved your tongue. Your mouth felt velvety smooth and slick around his cock as you slowly took more of him.
“T-that’s it, Sweetheart,” he groaned softly, furrowing his brows as he tried to burn the image in front of him into his brain: your soft, pink lips wrapped unsurely around his cock with your hard nipples peeking from under his jacket. “T-take– fuck. Take all the time you need.”
His brown eyes fluttered shut when you gave him a tentative suck before you tried getting more of him into your mouth. His free hand brushed softly against your cheek, then slid to the back of your head before curling his fingers into your hair – he didn’t push himself deeper into you, instead, he just held you softly.
“Jesus, just like that, baby,” he groaned out with furrowed eyebrows as he looked back down at you.
His head fell back when he saw the way your eyes glistened and your eyebrows furrowed as your throat strained around his cock.
“I’m– fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpered out, soft yet desperate as you continued bobbing your head tentatively. “I’m close.”
You looked up at him, desperate to see his face as you brought him closer to the edge, and quickened up your pace just slightly. Eddie’s cock twitched as he released into your mouth with one last whimper. He groaned when your tongue continued lapping at his slit, despite the sudden and unusual taste of his tangy cum filling you before you swallowed it down.
Your eyebrows furrowed as he gently pulled at your hair when he started to feel overstimulated, and pulled his cock from between your lips. A string of spit and cum hung between your pink lips and his swollen tip. Eddie blinked tiredly at the view before he wiped his thumb against your bottom lip, his chest rising rapidly as he watched it break and drop down your chest.
“Jesus, fuck,” he gulped nervously.
“W-was that… was that okay?” you asked nervously blinking up at him while you slowly brought your twitching hands back into your lap.
Eddie’s brows shot upwards immediately, clearly not expecting that question to leave your mouth – not after the breathless mess you’d just turned him into. He swallowed hard, his chest still struggling to steady itself.
“O-okay?” His eyes widened before a broken, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Sweetheart, that was fucking amazing.”
Warmth flooded your face instantly.
His hands immediately found your cheeks again, gently pulling you up and closer towards him like he physically couldn’t help himself.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered breathlessly before crashing his lips back onto yours.
Eddie pulled you back into his lap before wrapping both arms tightly around your frame, pressing your chest flush against his again. The heavy leather of his jacket stayed trapped between the two of you while he pulled you into another soft kiss, softer this time and far less desperate than before.
His hair had become a complete mess from the amount of times he’d dragged his hand through it when you had him in your mouth, loose curls brushing and tickling against your face while you melted further into his touch.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispered quietly against your lips.
“I really like you too,” you giggled before closing your lips against his once again.
That pulled a soft, breathless laugh out of Eddie before he kissed you again, smiling so hard against your lips it almost made you laugh. He murmured a teasing yeah? between kisses, though the flushes cheeks and warmth in his eyes completely ruined any attempt at sounding smug.
Your fingers curled gently into the back of his shirt while you nodded against him. “Yeah.”
Something unbearably fond flickered across his face then – something so open and unguarded it almost stole the breath from your lungs all over again.
“Fuck,” he whispered quietly while pulling you impossibly closer against his chest, like he still couldn’t fully believe you were real. “Good. ‘Cause I think I’m in pretty deep here, Sweetheart.”
His hands found their way to your naked hips, tightening his grip on you. “Especially when you look like this.”
You giggled shyly as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the way you probably looked – breathless, messy hair, his jacket basically swallowing your naked frame.
“Stop it,” you said flustered, brushing your nose against his neck.
“No way, Sweetheart,” he chuckled before placing a quick kiss against your temple. The warmth in Eddie’s laugh rumbled softly underneath your cheek when you buried yourself further into his neck, clearly far too pleased with how flustered he’d made you. “You’re adorable when you do that,” he murmured teasingly while his fingers continued tracing lazy patterns against your hips underneath the oversized leather swallowing you whole.
A groan immediately escaped you.
“No, seriously,” Eddie snorted softly before tilting his head just enough to brush another kiss against your hairline. “You’re sitting in my lap, wearing my jacket and looking all fucked-out and shy. What exactly do you expect me to do with that?”
Your entire body heated up instantly. “Eddie,” you whined into his neck, horrified laughter muffled against his skin.
That only made him laugh harder, breathing dramatically while tightening his arms around you again. “I’m a weak man.”
He gently pulled you away from the crook of his neck, thumbs brushing softly against your hipbones while his eyes searched lazily for yours again.
“You, uh…” Eddie licked his lips, visibly getting distracted for a second by your flushed face and thoroughly kissed-swollen lips before he managed to gather his thoughts again. “You hungry?”
A soft giggle escaped you before you nodded.
“Alrighty,” he mumbled warmly before suddenly scooping you up into his arms just enough to place you carefully back down onto the mattress.
The springs creaked softly underneath you while Eddie leaned over you again, his ringed fingers gently tugging at the sleeves of his jacket still hanging loosely from your frame.
“There they are,” he murmured teasingly under his breath once he finally pulled it free, clearly far too pleased with himself when he caught sight of your naked breasts and still-hard nipples.
“Eddie,” you groaned softly while hiding your face behind your hands.
His laugh came out low and warm while he leaned down to scatter a trail of soft kisses across your cheek and jaw.
“I’m kidding,” he whispered against your skin before pressing one final kiss beneath your ear. “Mostly.”
Your heard drawers opening somewhere behind you before Eddie reappeared beside the bed again, wearing a clean pair of boxers and holding one of his shirts.
“C’mere,” he murmured gently while helping you out of the jacket and pulling the shirt over your head.
The shirt practically swallowed you whole, sleeves falling far beyond your hands while Eddie stared at you for a second longer than necessary afterwards.
“…Okay, maybe I’m not surviving this actually,” he breathed out dramatically.
A few minutes later, your legs dangled from where you sat on the kitchen counter while you watched Eddie frantically move around the kitchen, trying not to somehow burn the pasta he was cooking for the two of you. Your laughter mixed softly with the record playing in the background while Eddie cursed under his breath somewhere near the stove.
The oversized Motörhead long sleeve hung from your frame shifted when you swung your legs lightly against the cabinet beneath you, watching Eddie with warm amusement while golden evening sunlight stretched through the tiny trailer kitchen.
“What?” he asked suspiciously when he caught you staring.
“Just…” A soft smile tugged at your lips while heat immediately rushed into your cheeks. “How easy this feels.”
Your stomach flipped embarrassingly hard the second the words left your mouth. And apparently Eddie noticed too, because his eyes widened slightly in realisation before a smug grin slowly spread across his face. His soft chuckle filled the tiny trailer kitchen, low and warm and completely unrestrained. Then, without warning, he abandoned the stove entirely and crossed the kitchen towards you instead.
“Hi,” he murmured softly once he settled himself between your legs.
Your hands slowly lowered from your face again. “Hi.”
One of his hands settled against your thigh while the other gently brushed your hair behind your ear.
“You look really pretty in my clothes,” he admitted quietly, like the confession had slipped out before he could stop it.
The softness in his voice immediately stole whatever teasing remark you’d been about to throw back at him.
Somewhere behind him, the pot suddenly boiled over with an aggressive hiss.
“Shit,” Eddie yelped before whipping back towards the stove.
Your laughter immediately echoed through the kitchen and into the living room while Eddie pointed accusingly over his shoulder at you.
“This is your fault, Sweetheart.”
⋆˚꩜｡a/n: eeeep!!! we're almost at the last chapter guys :( ugh i love them sm i think i'll cry of how much i'll miss writing them </3 pls lemme know what you thought about it <3 thank you for reading, love u
⋆˚꩜｡pairing: late40s!rockstar!eddie x 20s!fem!reader
⋆˚꩜｡summary: Eddie has three blissful weeks before Corroded Coffin heads back on the road to finish their world tour. Then one drink at his favourite bar turns into an unexpected night with a woman half his age - and a confrontation with a need he never knew he had.
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: minors do not interact (i'm serious, piss off) no y/n, she/her reader, older!eddie, rockstar!eddie, big age gap, emotionally repressed eddie?? kinda??, alcohol use, tobacco use, sexual tension, kinda slow burn, porn a plot (but it goes from 0 to 100 real quick), confident!reader, power imbalance themes (fame/wealth/age difference), suggestive dialogue, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f!receiving, m!receiving), fingering (blink and you'll miss it), playful teasing, subby eddie? but not in a mommy way, eddie is down bad for us (as he should), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys!), uhh lemme know if i missed anything?
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⋆˚꩜｡a/n: listen, i don't even know wtf happened when i was writing this. i'm not even really into sub!eddie but oh well, lol. also eddie already has grey/white hair because i said so (it happened early okay? but not specified) (i'm not entirely sure about this header, especially because i tried to photoshop an older eddie but idk if it looks good lol) anyway i uh hope this is somewhat readable, lemme know watcha think!
The Corroded Coffin boys – or men, these days, after spending more than twenty years becoming legends and living with everything that comes with it – are a little more than halfway through their 2025-2026 The Oxblood Nomads world tour.
After fifty-eight shows in Europe, nine shows in Asia, and thirteen shows in South America, the three-man band have finally arrived back on US soil – much to Eddie’s satisfaction. Especially after a ten hour flight from São Paulo to Atlanta – of all fucking places for a layover – and another hour and a half flight to Nashville.
They were finally home, and had three blissful weeks to enjoy it before they went back on the road for the last leg of their tour.
Despite the many hours spent flying home, Eddie is desperate to stretch his legs and walk around town after finally dropping his suitcases by the front door – the jumbled cables and dirty laundry were a problem for Future Eddie. He probably smelled a little funky, not having had a proper shower in longer than he cared to admit – but what he desperately needed right now was a drink at his favourite bar.
The amber glow of the streetlights spread softly across the few white strands spread through his dark grey curls and the tattoos scattered along his arms – ink that had once been black, now softened to a faded blue. Every time he lifted the cigarette back to his mouth, the brief flare of its ember painted the years across his features in a warm orange light.
It was a little after eleven, and the air still felt warm and thick with humidity to the point that a bead of sweat rolled down his spine. The black, starry sky above made the growing neon sign of The Brass Lantern glow more vividly with every step he took towards the bar.
It’s mostly empty when he stomped on his cigarette and finally pushed the door open – not because it wasn’t popular, but because it was tucked away from the more tourist-heavy streets. Only one person sat along the bar, while a couple occupied a table near the big windows.
The Brass Lantern was the kind of place where nobody asked too many questions, and nobody particularly cared who you were when you walked through the door – and that’s exactly why it was his favourite bar in the entire city. Because after days of being the Eddie fucking Munson – the untouchable frontman of Corroded Coffin, the guy whose face ended up on magazine covers and concert posters – he just wanted to be another tired forty-seven year old man, and enjoy a drink at the end of a very long day.
No one looked up when he walked in – just the way he liked it.
That is one of the many beauties of Nashville – nobody looked twice at someone carrying a guitar case through the city, or shoved their phones in world-wide known musicians. People still recognised him wherever he went, obviously – Corroded Coffin was far too big for that to ever stop – but local fans were different from the ones in Los Angeles. Here, they offered small smiles and respectful nods, maybe the occasional wave from across a restaurant or bar.
As soon as Eddie settled onto a stool at the far end of the bar – ignoring the faint protest of his knees and lower back – he noticed someone new behind the counter instead of Mike, the owner-turned-friend, but didn’t think much of it when they asked what his poison was.
“Whiskey,” he said automatically, rubbing at his eyes. “Whatever’s easiest.”
You simply nodded in response, even though he wasn’t looking at you, and reached for a bottle without another question.
Eddie let out a quiet sigh as he settled more comfortably against the worn wood of the counter, rolling one shoulder until something popped. Jesus H. Christ. Almost a year and a half on the road and somehow his body always chose the very first night back home to remind him that he’s not twenty anymore.
“Welcome back,” you murmured as you put down the glass in front of him a moment later.
His hand paused halfway towards it as he looked up at you.
It took him a second too long to look away. Not because you are pretty – though you are – but because you looked completely at home behind the counter, like you’d been working there for years instead of filling in for Mike.
Twenty-three. Maybe twenty-four, at the most.
Young enough that you probably hadn’t even been fucking born when Corroded Coffin released its first album.
Eddie took a long drink of his whiskey.
You picked up another glass and continued polishing, completely unfazed by the fact that you’d recognised him.
No excitement, no gawking. Not even a carefully disguised attempt to mention one of his records. If anything, you seemed more interested in the glass in your hands than the man who’d spent the last twenty years plastered across magazine covers.
For some reason, Eddie found that far more distracting than he should.
“Sorry?” he breathed out, dragging himself back from wherever his thoughts had wandered off to.
“Mike mentioned about you touring?” you asked back, although it didn’t really sound like a question, and poured yourself a splash of whiskey too.
That caught him more off guard than the recognition itself. Most people know him because of the band – you apparently know him because he’s a regular.
“That’s a little concerning,” he laughed before he could stop it, eyes flickering down to his glass. “Mike talks about me behind my back?”
“If you know who I’m talking about, then you know he talks about everybody behind their backs.”
That pulled a tired laugh from him. “Yeah, fair point.”
While you reached for his glass before he could take another sip, your fingers brushed his as you lifted it just enough to slide a coaster underneath it.
That’s what pulled his eyes up towards you, and for the first time, he got a proper look — beyond your youthful face. It wasn’t because you’re flirting with him, or because you were trying to get his attention. If anything, it was the opposite.
You carried yourself with the easy confidence of somebody who had absolutely nothing to prove. No careful smiles, no subtle attempts to impress him.
Somehow, that’s what made him look twice.
The grip he had on his glass tightened just a fraction before it loosened again.
“So, where’s Mike anyway?”
“Florida,” you explained before taking a sip of your own glass. “Family vacation.”
“Voluntarily?”
A soft laugh escaped you. “That’s what I said.”
Eddie laughed into his glass before taking another sip.
When you drifted away to help another customer, he caught himself watching you for a second too long before dragging his attention back to the whiskey in front of him. The burn settled warmly in his chest, and he told himself that was all he was paying attention to.
Not the way you moved effortlessly between customers, or the fact that you seemed to know all of them by name despite the fact he’d never seen you behind the bar before tonight.
And definitely not the way he kept finding you again every time he looked up.
His tattooed fingers drummer against the side of his glass as he glanced up at the speakers hanging above the shelves.
“You keep looking at me like you wanna say something,” you said when you came back for your glass. “So, spill.”
“Maybe I’m trying to figure out who you are,” he replied, and peered at you over the rim of his glass as a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The smile you sent him was openly sceptical. “That sounds ominous.”
Eddie shook his head, and a huffed out laugh followed.
“I’m gone for a year and a half, Mike suddenly disappeared to fucking Florida, and now you’re here.”
“So, besides being a world-famous musician, you’re also a profiler?” you asked, pointing at yourself.
“I’m, uh…” he swirled the whiskey in his glass, trying to buy himself a second. “Doing research.”
“Doing research,” you echoed, and narrowed your eyes at him. The suspicion didn’t quite land with the smile that pulled at your lips. “That’s a fancy way of saying you’re interested in me.”
Eddie opened his mouth, only to close it again. He pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile from taking over his face, and his eyes fell back on the glass in his hand.
“Well,” is all he muttered into his whiskey, his eyes back on you again.
“That’s not a denial,” you hummed.
“Didn’t say it was.”
His gaze lingered a little longer than it should have.
It would’ve been easy enough to leave things exactly as they were – a drink, flirtatious banter, a familiar bar on his first night home. Simple and safe.
It wasn’t the first time someone had approached him because they’d recognised him. Hell, it probably wasn’t even the first time that month. Most people either tried too hard to impress him or expected him to impress them.
You hadn’t done either.
You’d recognised him, sure. But since then, you’d spent more time teasing him than talking about the band. You hadn’t asked for a picture, or brought up your favourite album – if you were even a fan – or looked at him like he was something separate from everybody else in the room.
If anything, you seemed completely uninterested in the fact that he was supposed to be impressive.
For reasons he didn’t particularly care to examine, Eddie found that difficult to ignore.
He took one last sip of whiskey before setting the empty glass back on its coaster.
You smiled at him while you automatically reached for the bottle of whiskey you still hadn’t put away to pour him another dose, even though he hadn’t actually asked for it, and then poured yourself a little more.
After you’d put the bottle between the two of you, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes beneath the counter, and held it up to him.
“You have the face of a man who could use a cigarette,” you joked softly after you’d seen the yellowing stain on his fingers.
“Oh, do I?” he grinned against the rim of his glass.
“Or maybe I’m trying to come up with an excuse to get you alone,” you shrugged with a raised eyebrow, already taking steps backwards and making your way around the counter and towards the door.
Eddie stayed seated for another second or two, ringed fingers curled around his glass as he let your words sink in.
The smartest thing to do would be to leave the flirtation for what it was – just a few fun exchanged words – and not follow you outside. Not when the age gap between you was almost as big as his career.
But Eddie Munson had never really been known for being a smart man – considering he had failed his senior year of high school not once or twice, but three times, or that one time he tried fixing his lighting switch only for his entire home to nearly catch fire.
And so he downed his whiskey, threw his head back, and set the empty glass onto its coaster with a sharp thud. His throat burned slightly as he stood up from his seat and followed you outside.
The humid air hit you the second you stepped outside, while the door swung back and forth lazily behind you before it finally settled shut. Then it creaked once again as Eddie walked through it.
His eyes found you in an instant, warm amber light spilling from the fixture above the entrance and over your face. You flipped your cigarette pack and pulled out two before he could reach for his own. His gaze flickered between your face and the cigarettes in front of him before he finally took one, his free hand already pulling the battered silver Zippo from his pocket to light them both.
The flame briefly illuminated your face as you leaned forwards. In the flicker of bright orange light, you looked even younger than he’d originally guessed.
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away this time.
But he ended up doing it anyway, when the first drag nearly killed him.
“Jesus Christ,” he coughed. “What’s this?”
You winced at the sight in front of you before a laugh escaped you when you saw him pull a face. Despite the fact that his lungs nearly gave out on him with the first drag he took, he dared to take another one.
“Gauloises Blue,” you murmured back as you leaned against the brick wall. “French, I think.”
“Of course it is.”
Eddie turned the cigarette between his fingers, and watched the paper already yellowing beneath the burn.
Somewhere along the way, he’d become the kind of man that noticed cigarette brands. Twenty-year-old Eddie would’ve smoked whatever he could afford; forty-seven-year old Eddie apparently had opinions.
“So,” he said, exhaling smoke into the humid night air. “How long have you worked for Mike?”
“Six months, give or take,” you answered between drags. “But that wasn’t the actual question you wanted to ask, was it?”
He glanced down the street while a chuckle escaped him, followed by a lick at his lips. The city looked exactly the same as it had sixteen months ago. The same cracked sidewalks, the same neon signs, the same godforsaken humidity sticking to the back of his neck.
He’d spent the last months surrounded by people – managers, promoters, journalists, fans – yet somehow, the most interesting thing he’d experienced all year was happening outside a bar with a woman who kept making fun of him.
Eddie shook his head. Fair enough, the conversation had been heading there anyway.
A group of drunk college students stumbled past the two of you, hollering and laughing without a care in the world. One of them had a it’s my 21st birthday! sash across her frame. The two of you fell silent for a few seconds, your gazes following the five girls until they disappeared somewhere around the block.
Eddie stretched his neck and winced when something cracked loudly; the flight seemed to have settled into every muscle and bone in his body. Another fucking reminder that he wasn’t twenty anymore.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said eventually, and finally glanced back at you.
The smile you gave him was warm and knowing when you raised your eyebrows and gave him a single nod, signalling for him to go on.
“Alright, how old are you?”
“Twenty-two,” you said after blowing away the trapped smoke in your lungs.
Twenty-fucking-two.
The number settled somewhere in the back of his mind. It didn’t shock him, not really; if anything, it confirmed what he’d already suspected.
Still, Jesus Christ, he’d been touring internationally long before you were even born.
Eddie’s eyes caught on the chipped polish coating your nails, the amber light overhead reflecting softly against it before his gaze drifted back up to your face.
“Stop making that face,” you pointed your cigarette at him and chuckled.
“I’m not making a face,” he muttered under his breath as he flicked ash onto the pavement before he took another drag.
“You absolutely are,” you said with a smile.
He looked away for just a moment, shaking his head and licking his lips before he blew the smoke into the night air.
The laugh that escaped you was soft and easy.
The amber glow of the streetlamp caught in your eyes as your attention suddenly shifted towards the window. A patron tapped gently against the glass until they caught your attention, and lifted their empty glass for you to see.
“Duty calls,” you said with your eyebrows pulled in a slight furrow, turning just in time to catch his gaze lingering on you for a few seconds too long.
Eddie dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath the sole of his boot before he reached for the door. He pulled it open, stepping aside to let you pass first.
The scent of cigarette smoke followed you through the doorway, mixing briefly with something sweeter before it disappeared into the warm glow of the bar.
He lingered outside for half a second longer than necessary, watching you weave behind the counter before he caught himself.
Christ.
One conversation and somehow he’d already started tracking your movements every time you left his line of sight.
The rest of the night slipped by easier than Eddie had expected as a second whiskey turned into a third, and then a fourth.
The bar emptied, filled, then emptied again. Conversations came and went, and every now and then he caught himself looking for you while you dried glasses and sent the last few patrons on their way with a smile and a goodnight.
The neon sign that hung outside had been switched off twenty minutes ago. The blinds had followed shortly after. Half the chairs now sat upside down on freshly wiped tables while you were stationed at the end of the counter, expertly sorting through a stack of crumpled bills as you counted tonight's tips.
Yet somehow, Eddie still nursed the last inch of whiskey in his glass.
"Just throw me out if you're tired of me," he murmured from behind the rim.
You didn't answer immediately. Your lips moved silently as you counted beneath your breath, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He watched you crouch down and somehow produce a purse from beneath the counter. The zipper slid open before you tucked the bills safely inside.
"Nah, it's okay," you said at last, glancing up as the corners of your mouth twitched. "I actually enjoy your company."
Something in Eddie's chest shifted in a way he didn't entirely care for at how much he liked hearing that.
Once the money was put away, you rolled your shoulders before reaching behind yourself to loosen the strings of your apron. A quiet sigh slipped from your lips as the beer-scented fabric landed on the counter while your free hand automatically reached for the whiskey bottle.
You stopped halfway through pouring before walking over to him instead and, without asking, took the seat next to him and topped off his drink before filling your own.
Eddie raised an eyebrow—you'd just poured yourself considerably more than the usual two fingers.
His gaze drifted from the amber liquid to your face. The shadows beneath your eyes were more noticeable now. The energy you'd carried all evening hadn't disappeared, but it had begun fraying around the edges.
"Long day?"
"Ugh, you don't wanna know," you mumbled, glancing towards the clock that hung above the shelves. "Twelve-hour shift, no breaks."
"Yeah," he said quietly as he winced in sympathy. "That'll do it."
His ringed fingers curled around his glass, swirling the amber liquid absentmindedly.
"No breaks?" He furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at you. "Have you eaten anything?"
The way you hesitated for just a second was answer enough. Your hand stilled halfway to your mouth, the glass suspended between your fingers.
"Yeah, of course," you muttered finally.
A chuckle escaped him before silence settled between you.
Then he tilted his head towards you and jokingly narrowed his eyes, and you immediately knew what was coming.
"Oh, c'mon," you groaned. "I'm fine."
"And that's not what I asked."
"No," you confessed after a muffled sigh escaped you, dramatically dropping your forehead against the counter. "I was busy."
Eddie hummed and looked entirely too pleased with himself when you lifted your head just enough to shoot him a deep glare.
"There's probably still a diner open."
You glanced towards the dark windows. Amber streetlights spilled through the blinds while the occasional set of headlights drifted past outside.
"I'm too tired to sit in a diner and be friendly to waitresses."
"Fair," he nodded, his light curls bouncing with the movement before he took another sip of his glass. "I've got frozen pizza at home."
The words left his mouth without thinking, and he immediately regretted them. His eyes falling shut while his free hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"That sounded significantly less weird in my head."
Your lips twitched as silence settled between the two of you.
"Don't," Eddie pointed a finger at you without opening his eyes.
A laugh slipped out while you turned on the stool to face him. "I didn't even say anything."
"You were about to," he said accusingly.
"Oh, absolutely."
You curled your fingers around your glass, the rings around them glimmering beneath the soft amber lights overhead, while you tried – and failed – not to smile.
"You know, that's the worst pickup line I've ever gotten."
"It wasn't a pickup line."
"Good," you smiled against the rim of your glass.
Eddie opened his eyes, but the furrow between his eyebrows stayed. Not because he was still cringing at the accidental invitation, but because the answer came a little too quickly.
Good.
He wasn’t entirely sure why that answer had stuck with him.
The joke should’ve ended there.
Instead, he spent the next few seconds wondering what would’ve happened if it had been a pickup line after all.
When he finally lifted his gaze from his glass, he found you already looking at him.
Your lips were pulled into a smile – small and suspicious, like you were trying very hard not to let it grow any wider – and the exhaustion that had been lingering in your eyes all evening had given way to something else.
Something he couldn't quite place, but that made his stomach do an annoying little flip anyway.
Then you wetted your lips and took another sip of whiskey, hiding whatever thought had been threatening to surface behind the rim of your glass.
Your gaze dropped to the counter for a split second before finding his again.
"You got any whiskey to go with that frozen pizza?"
Eddie blinked as your words registered. Well, that wasn't exactly the answer he'd been expecting. A laugh rumbled low in his chest as he shook his head, sending a few grey curls shifting around his face.
"You're trying to invite yourself over, sweetheart?"
"Depends," you smiled behind the rim of your glass.
Eddie's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "On what?"
A breathless chuckle escaped you before you could stop it, and you dragged a hand through your hair.
"If you got any aged whiskey," you said before drowning the rest of your drink in one go and setting the empty glass back onto its coaster. "It's the only way I like it."
Eddie's eyebrows rose slightly as he stared at you for a moment longer, then he laughed again.
"Jesus," he licked his lips absentmindedly, though the smile never quite left his face. "You're twenty-two. What do you know about aged whiskey?"
"You forget I work at a bar." You glanced towards the cluttered shelves lined with bottles and pointed in their direction. "I also know where Mike hides the good stuff."
"That sounds suspiciously like a confession."
Eddie watched the corners of your mouth twitch upwards before you jumped off the stool. His gaze followed you as you made your way back behind the counter and reached for another bottle.
"I'm not really the type to kneel and confess," you murmured.
Your eyes flicked up to his for half a second before dropping back to the glass as amber liquid spilled into it.
"But I'll do it occasionally," you continued lightly, giving your lips another twitch when your gaze found his again, "depending on the sin."
Whatever composure he had faltered ever so slightly.
"Jesus Christ," he said as he set his glass back down on its coaster. "You say shit like that on purpose?"
He reached for the bottle sitting between the two of you and poured himself half a glass.
"Only when I'm having a good time." A grin tugged at your lips as you brought the glass to your mouth.
Your smile grew even wider behind the rim while your gaze lingered on his face.
The few white strands scattered through his dark grey curls caught the amber glow overhead, and the faint crow's feet beside his eyes deepened as a smile spread across his face. For the first time all evening, he looked less like a tired rockstar and more like a man who knew he was about to have a good night.
"Looks like you're having a good time, too."
"Yeah," he murmured, gaze glued to yours, before downing the last of his drink. "I am."
“Good,” you murmured back.
After nearly thirty minutes of walking under amber light and starry skies, talking about music – he couldn’t help himself, it was his passion – and shared cigarette smoke, the two of you finally stood in front of his house.
It wasn’t a gated mansion like you’d expected from a man who’d sold millions of records, but it wasn’t really a humble home either.
Moonlight filtered through a canopy of leaves, spilling across the warm, wood-clad home. The low roof and wide eaves created a sheltered porch where potted succulents and terracotta bowls gathered like old friends. It felt more like a quietly cared-for refuge than the home of the lead vocalist of a heavy metal band.
The grip you had on the strap of your bag tightened just slightly when his hand found the small of your back once he finally unlocked the door. He let go of you for a brief moment, pushing the door closed behind him and kicking off his boots once he’d stepped onto the red-ceramic tiled floor of the entryway.
“Huh,” you said under your breath, eyes lingering on the scattered picture frames across the white walls while he walked ahead and turned on the living room lights.
“Not what you expected?” he joked over his shoulder as he walked further into the space.
“Not really, no,” you muttered as you mimicked him and took off your shoes before you followed him through the room. “I expected something more… dramatic.”
Eddie barked a laugh as soon as the words left your mouth.
“Believe me, I’ve tried the whole mansion thing,” he murmured as he walked into the open kitchen and disappeared into a pantry. “Turns out I don’t like too much empty space.”
The polished wooden floors were cold, even under your socked feet, as you stood in the middle of the living room, slowly turning around to catch all the little details of who he was outside of his work. Your eyes flickered towards the far wall in an instant, attention stolen away from the noise he was making and placed on the carefully mounted plaques. The shelves on the wall beside it were filled with books and, funnily enough, some heavy awards he’d won over the years doubling down as bookends.
You were too busy brushing your fingers along the broken spines, smiling whenever you recognised a title and growing curious whenever you didn’t, to notice he’d returned.
Eddie dragged a hand through his long hair, pushing away rebellious grey strands from his face before pulling at a cupboard for two glasses.
When he turned around again, he immediately noticed how intrigued you’d been by his book collection, and not towards the impressive plaques covering the entire wall next to you. He licked his lips, and made his way towards where you stood.
“You got some heavy reading here,” you mumbled when you heard the clinking sound of glasses getting closer, eyes still glued to the cracked spine of Open Veins of Latin America.
“Trust me, sometimes I surprise myself too,” he joked with a little grin tugging at his lips. “I never would’ve read it when I was your age.”
He held a tall, cylindrical case in his hand as he took a few steps back to the coffee table. Under the layer of dust, it looked matte brown with a subtle metallic sheen, in a way that it was obvious it was something quietly luxurious.
“You were telling me about how you got into metal?” he murmured as he sat down on the leather couch. He perched on the edge of the cushion, balancing the case on the coffee table while he opened it.
“Right.” You smiled shyly as the sound of whiskey spilling into glass filled the brief silence between the two of you. “I was in sixth grade and had the biggest crush on this boy in my class.”
“No,” he said dramatically and tilted his head back slightly, already chuckling. “You got into metal for a boy?”
“What can I say? Emil Korman had that effect on me,” you said absentmindedly as you reached for one of the glasses. “Anyway, he, uh…”
You took a sip of whiskey before your eyes flickered back towards the book shelves for a split second.
“He said his favourite band was Iron maiden, and I thought that,” you sighed dramatically before continuing, “pretending to be a Maiden fan was gonna make him fall for me, too.”
“Did it work?” Eddie asked through a grin, eyes squinting in disbelief.
“No,” you confessed with a quiet chuckle as you sank on the cushion beside him. “But it’s fine. At least I got a good taste in music out of it.”
Eddie barked out a laugh, shaking his head as his eyes slipped shut for a brief moment. When he opened them again, he found your gaze already on him.
“So what happened to Emil?”
“I was his first kiss,” you chuckled gently. “And then… absolutely nothing.”
“Ouch,” he grimaced. “Not even a middle-school relationship?”
“Not even eye contact most days.”
He nearly choked on his drink when your words reached his ears.
“Wait,” he said and pointed at you with his glass. “You became a Maiden fan for a guy who barely acknowledged you?”
“Unfortunately,” you admitted with a chuckle.
Eddie fell silent for a moment as he took another slow sip of his whiskey, though his eyes never quite left yours.
“And you stuck with metal after?”
“Turns out Children of the Damned made an impact on me.”
“Well,” a smile tugged at his lips as he lifted his glass slightly. “At least something good came out of Emil Korman.”
You laughed and gently clinked your glass against his.
“To Emil Korman,” you joked.
His ringed fingers tapped softly against the glass once, then again, before they stilled completely. Eddie tilted his head back just slightly, his gaze never leaving yours – it didn’t even drift. His eyes looked almost black beneath the low lights of his living room, impossible to read and entirely too focused on you.
He opened his mouth, only to close it again, squinting at nothing in particular. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to ask something else entirely before thinking better of it.
“What’s your favourite Corroded album?” he asked eventually, finally letting himself say the words out loud instead of pushing them away again.
“Bold of you to assume I even listen to you guys,” you murmured, a smirk tugging at your lips.
Eddie’s gaze lingered on the arch of your eyebrow and the way the light caught in your eyes.
“Oh, don’t play coy now,” he murmured before licking his bottom lip. “You look like a Pure Oaths & Pagan Rites kind of girl.”
A disbelieving smile tugged at your lips as you looked away from a brief second before returning your gaze to his.
“Wrong,” you said after clicking your tongue. “It’s Hollow Crusade.”
His eyebrows furrowed at your answer before confusion took over.
“What?” he scoffed. “That’s our worst album.”
“No, it’s not. Are you kidding me?” You took another sip of whiskey before shaking your head. “The philosophical storytelling on that album? Fucking insane.”
Eddie’s gaze lingered on your face, on the small smile tugging at your lips as you spoke. He lifted his glass and took another sip, letting your words settle into the space between the two of you.
“It’s raw and claustrophobic, and yet strangely tender,” you continued softly, your hand moving absentmindedly as you spoke. “It’s a criminally underrated album.”
For some reason, the words that slipped from your mouth sent something hot and uncomfortable spreading through his chest. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he watched you for a moment longer, his brain still trying to catch up.
You sat with one arm draped across the back of the couch, your head resting in the palm of your hand while your gaze remained fixed on his.
Somewhere in the middle of the lingering silence and beneath the low glow of the lights overhead, Eddie realised he’d shifted closer to you than he had been a minute ago.
He dragged a tattooed hand through his hair, pushing a few grey curls away from his face as he felt himself growing unexpectedly flustered beneath your gaze.
It was ridiculous, really.
He’d spent decades performing in front of packed stadiums. He’d sat through endless interviews with journalists determined to pick him apart, accepted awards in front of hundreds of people, and survived more awkward conversations than he cared to count.
Yet somehow, a twenty-two year old bartender complimenting one of Corroded Coffin’s least popular albums had rendered him completely incapable of forming a coherent thought.
“Jesus,” he muttered at last, shaking his head with a quiet laugh as he pulled his gaze away from yours. “Nobody ever says Hollow Crusade.”
Your eyes, however, stayed glued to his face, taking in the soft lines beside his eyes and the light grey beard he’d grown over the last few months.
Another few seconds passed before you bent to set your glass back on the table. Licking your lips, you leaned back into the couch and shifted a little closer to him.
“Does that do it for you?” you teased, unable to help yourself, a smile already tugging at your lips.
Eddie scoffed and looked away for a split second, trying to control the warmth that crept up his neck.
“Presumptuous, are we?”
“Am I wrong?” you murmured.
Your eyes flickered to his lips for the briefest moment before finding his gaze again.
It was easy – and far too much fun – to tease him, to watch him tip his head back and finish his whiskey instead of answering.
Besides, both of you already knew you weren’t wrong.
You leaned in slowly and curled your fingers around his glass, gently pulling it from his hand before setting it on the coffee table beside yours.
“Well?” you asked again, a little firmer this time. Your tongue swept across your bottom lip before a knowing smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Am I?”
Eddie’s breath caught.
He leaned back slightly, blinking a few times too many. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something. The words hovered somewhere behind his eyes before disappearing entirely.
Under the warm glow of the living room lights, he looked softer somehow. Less like the untouchable frontman plastered across magazine covers and more like a man who’d been unexpectedly caught off guard by learning something new about himself.
The faint scent of your perfume drifted between you as you leaned closer.
Your rings caught the light when you reached for his tattooed arm. Your fingertips brushed lightly against his warm skin as you slowly traced your way up until you reached his neck. You lingered on the neo-traditional raven inked into his skin – still dark and sharp compared to the rest of his tattoos, whose black lines had softened into faded blue over the years.
Eddie’s gaze followed your hand the entire way. All he could focus on was the warmth of your fingers against his skin.
You noticed the way his pupils dilated ever so slightly as his gaze lingered on your hand. A second later, he dragged his eyes back to yours and swallowed.
“You wanna know what I think, Eddie?” you asked, though the tone of your voice made it clear you weren’t actually looking for an answer. “I think you’re used to having control all the time. Over everything.”
Your fingertips brushed over the inked raven, drawing a fresh wave of goosebumps across his skin as you trailed higher until you reached his chin. When he tried to look away, his cheeks pink and warm, you gently guided his face back towards you.
“But that’s not really the way you like things, is it?” you continued softly, your fingers resting against his jaw. “Hm?”
“I, uh…” Eddie trailed off, blinking a few times too many beneath your gaze.
You licked your lips again, your eyebrows pulling together in mock sympathy as you tilted your head slightly to the side.
“All those groupies…” a faint pout tugged at your mouth. “They never gave you what you needed, did they?”
The air between you seemed to thicken instantly.
Another breath caught in his throat. For a moment, Eddie couldn’t tell whether it was the whiskey, the late hour, or the fact that you were looking at him like you already knew the answer.
The pout on your lips softened into a small smile when you noticed his eyes flickering down to your mouth. His gaze lingered there a second longer than he probably intended before you drew his attention back to your eyes with a few light taps against his jaw.
“How do you want me, Eds?” you murmured softly, your thumb brushing against his warm cheek. “Do you want me to take over, hm?”
Eddie blinked dumbly at you for a few seconds.
His mouth opened, then closed again. Whatever answer he wanted to give seemed to get lost somewhere on the way out.
You counted to ten before finally letting go of his face.
Then you leaned back just enough to drape your arm across the back of the couch once more, resting your head against your hand while forcing a look of boredom onto your face. Your free hand drummed absentmindedly against your thigh as you waited a moment longer.
“Am I wasting my time here?” you asked after another beat of silence, pursing your lips as your eyebrows pulled together.
“No,” he answered quickly before swallowing.
The barely concealed desperation in his voice made something twist pleasantly in your stomach, warmth spreading through your chest.
“No?” You raised an eyebrow at the man sitting beside you. “Because all I see is a man who’s pushing fifty and still hasn’t learned how to ask for what he wants.”
Eddie’s entire body went rigid, save for the nervous twitch of his hands at his sides.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his cheeks somehow deepening into an even darker shade of pink at your words – mean and sultry all at once.
“Sorry,” the apology slipped from his mouth before his brain had a chance to catch up.
Your lips twitched at the soft, unsteady sound of his voice.
Humming quietly, you reached for his face again and brushed your thumb across his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief second beneath your touch. Your gaze lingered on the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard before you pushed your digit past his lips.
A quiet whimper escaped him when you pulled your thumb from his mouth and brought it to your own. His eyes immediately dropped to your lips, to the way they closed around the tip before you sucked it clean of his spit.
“Should we try again?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.
You lowered your hand back to your thigh while watching him nod shyly.
“How do you want me, Eds?”
“I, uh…” he tried again before forcing a dry lump down his throat. “On top of me?”
Your lips twitched as the words came out cracked and desperate as he blinked a few times. His gaze flickered down to your lap, finding the thumb you’d pushed into his mouth only seconds earlier. There was something almost hesitant about the way he said it, his voice small and uncertain despite the man it belonged to.
A slow, knowing smile curled across your face; there he was – a world-famous musician practically folding for someone half his age.
Your eyes lingered on his for another moment before you pushed him gently back against the armrest of the couch.
You shifted onto your knees on the leather cushions and settled yourself over him without warning, and adjusted your position until you were comfortable – ignoring the soft huffs that escaped him and the raging hard on under you.
“Like this?” you murmured, your gaze fixed on his as your hand drifted across his clothed chest.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, as though the word had slipped out by accident.
Your hands trailed down his chest, feeling the uneven rise and fall of his breathing before you reached for his hands. You intertwined your fingers with his and guided them towards your thighs.
His tattooed hand trembled slightly when you let go, uncertainty flickering across his face.
“It’s okay, Eds,” you whispered as you leaned forwards until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “You can touch me.”
The rings on his fingers dug into your jean-clad thighs when those four little words slipped from your mouth. He didn’t hesitate to touch you. His palms slid slowly over your thighs as he felt your warm breath ghost against the side of his face. Your lips trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his cheek before making their way down to his neck, occasionally nipping at his skin.
But you pulled away abruptly the moment his hands wandered beneath your ass.
“Sorry,” he breathed again, his voice small as his eyes blinked rapidly, like he’d done something wrong.
“No need to apologise, baby,” you whispered, your gaze never leaving his. “I’m not mad.”
You trailed a hand up his chest until you reached his face, brushing your thumb softly across his cheek.
“Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable here,” you murmured. “Or do you wanna go to your room?”
His lips parted slightly as he turned your question over in his mind.
“Uh…” he managed after a moment. “Bed, please.”
A smile tugged at your lips.
“Alright, big boy,” you murmured as you slipped off his lap, leaving him unexpectedly cold in the absence of your warmth. Then you reached for his hand and gently pulled him to his feet. “You gonna show me the way?”
Eddie nodded once, then again, as he finally found his footing. His dark brown eyes found yours beneath the warm lights overhead. His body stilled again for a split second before he nodded a third time and led you towards the hallway that connected the entryway to his bedroom.
His long grey curls shifted with the movement when he glanced over his shoulder, only to find your gaze already fixed on him.
Then he finally pushed open the bedroom door.
His trembling fingers reached for the light switches, nervously flicking them on and off again when the room became too bright. He toyed with them for another second before warm amber light finally spilled across the room.
Your gaze drifted across the deep green walls before settling on the painting hanging above the wooden king-sized bed positioned in the centre of the room.
“Take off your shirt,” you murmured absentmindedly, your tone gentle but firm, as you released your hand and stepped further inside.
Eddie dragged a hand through his grey curls, pushing them back from his face as he let out a deep sigh. His ringed fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before tossing it carelessly onto the floor. The soft thud of fabric hitting wood drew your attention back to him.
It was obvious he took care of himself – something a younger version of himself would’ve probably cringed at. He wasn’t ripped, but he was fit enough that the tattoos scattered across his chest had stretched lightly over the years.
“Pants too,” you added, lifting an eyebrow.
He blinked once, then again, before his hands finally dropped to the buckle of his belt.
While his fingers fumbled briefly with the button of his jeans, you crossed the room and sat down on the neatly made bed. Crossing one leg over the other, you leaned back on your hands and let your gaze wander over his body.
His jeans pooled around his feet, the buckle clinking loudly against the wooden floor before he stepped out of them and nudged them aside with his foot. Eddie’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, swallowing a dry lump down his throat while he remained still for a moment longer, waiting for your next instruction.
But you were in no hurry to give one. Instead, your gaze continued its slow journey across the ink scattered over his skin, deliberately ignoring the hard on under his boxers, until it settled on the grim reaper tattooed onto his left thigh.
“C’mere,” you said and you pointed lazily towards the floor as you uncrossed your legs.
Eddie wiped his damp palms against his thighs before stepping closer. Then he stopped, his gaze dropping to the rings on his fingers, and he began curling one absentmindedly as though considering taking it off.
“No,” you said, stopping him before he could. “I didn’t tell you to take those off, did I?”
You tilted your head slightly, your eyebrows drawing together.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
He blinked a few times before finally lowering himself between your legs.
“No, you didn’t,” he whispered, his eyes lifting nervously back to your face.
His cheeks turned pink beneath your gaze, the warmth spreading down his neck and chest until it settled somewhere deep in his stomach. He fidgeted with his fingers, doing his best to ignore the way his cock twitched under the fabric of his boxers.
You tapped your fingers absentmindedly against your leg and licked your lips as you carefully considered your next words.
“Tell me what you want,” you murmured firmly.
Eddie’s entire body went rigid, and his breath caught for a split second. The nervous fidgeting stopped as he wiped his damp palms against his thighs once again.
Warm light spilled softly across his features, turning the silver threads through his curls amber beneath the glow overhead. He looked pretty like this; wide eyes beneath blown pupils, nervous hands twitching against his thighs as he sat back on his heels and looked up at you.
You studied him for a moment, making sure he was alright before reaching for his cheek. His breath hitched when your thumb brushed across his lips, encouraging them to part.
“C’mon,” you murmured softly as you purposefully pressed your thumb found its way back into his mouth. “Answer me.”
“I want you,” he admitted, the words slipping out muffled and unsteady.
A knowing smile tugged at your lips. “I know you can do better than that, baby.”
He swallowed nervously around your digit, his gaze flickering down to your mouth for the briefest moment before returning to your eyes.
“Can I…” he began, only to trail off when you slipped your thumb out of his mouth, and spread his spit across his cheek as you waited patiently. “Can we kiss?”
The words came out barely above a whisper, cracked with nerves, and were followed by a soft sigh when your hand slid from his jaw to the back of his neck. Your fingers threaded gently into his grey curls.
“Of course we can, baby,” you said lowly.
You guided him a little closer, stopping when only a breath separated the two of you.
A mischievous glimmer flashed through your eyes as your gaze dipped briefly to his lips before finding his eyes again. A low, broken sound escaped him when your mouth brushed lightly against his, though you made no move to close the distance completely.
The anticipation was obvious; you could see it in the way his eyes searched yours and in the increasingly uneven rise and fall of his chest.
For a moment, you simply let the tension linger between you.
Then, without warning, you closed the gap. A startled sound escaped him at the sudden movement. His eyebrows lifted in surprise before his eyes finally slipped shut, leaning into the warmth of your touch as the last of the distance between you finally disappeared.
Your tongue delved past his parted lips, exploring his warm mouth with bold, slick strokes. His hands twitched on his thighs before they slid up your legs. His palms hovered hesitantly over your waist before he wrapped his fingers around you, steadying himself. It was too much, too fast – a sharp jolt of electricity racing straight to his covered cock. Another whimper slipped from his throat, airy and desperate, when you pulled back just enough to bite at his lip.
You tightened the grip on his hair before you pulled his head back. Eddie inhaled sharply when you broke away, his lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Your eyes searched for his, a smile tugging at your mouth as you licked your lips. Your gaze pinned him in place, dark and inviting, sending a shiver racing down his spine.
He didn’t care anymore about the age gap – he stopped caring long ago, especially with the grip you had on his hair, and the way you’d completely wrecked him with a dizzying kiss.
“Get on the bed,” you murmured softly as your lips pulled into a mischievous smile. “Back against the headboard, baby.”
You watched Eddie rise up on trembling knees, joints cracking softly, his fingers loosening their grip on your waist as the command echoed in his ears. His swollen lips part, but no words come out.
He swallowed thickly as he walked around the bed, sinking against the headboard. His muscles coiled tight, his knuckles blanched as he gripped the sheets.
The air crackled with tension, heavy with promise. His legs twitched as he spread his thighs, feeling exposed yet aching for more under your firm gaze.
You pushed away from the edge and pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it carelessly somewhere before you turned around towards him. His breath came shallow and faster while his eyes followed your hands to the button of your jeans, his hands twitching while every inch of him yearned to touch you.
The thick silence was interrupted with the metallic sound of you pulling down your zipper before pushing the thick denim down your legs and stepping away from it.
Eddie inhaled sharply when you stepped closer to the bed, sinking your knees into the mattress and crawling over to him. The heat of your body seared through the thin fabric of his boxers when you sat down on his lap, your crotch flush against his hard-on. Anticipation coiled tighter, his stomach fluttering when your hand came up to the back of his neck once again.
“You’re so pretty, Eddie,” you whispered as you scraped your nails against his scalp.
Your eyes trailed down his face, finding his gaze glued to the bra hugging your breasts. The desperate look in his eyes and the erratic way his chest moved up and down let you know he itched to see you without it.
“Take it off for me?” you whispered sweetly and before giving him a contrasting tug at his silver strands when he didn’t immediately react.
Eddie jerked at the sudden pull at his hair, a strangled whimper escaping his lips. With shaking hands, he reached behind you and fumbled clumsily in his haste. The delicate lace fell away, revealing silver skulls hugging your hardened nipples. His eyes drank in the sight, pupils somehow blown even wider while he absentmindedly threw your bra on the ground.
His eyes flickered up to yours for a quick second before they fell down onto the piercings once again.
“Fuck,” he chocked out, his trembling fingers nervously reaching for your tits before halting his hands mid-air.
You leaned further into him, giving him silent approval to touch you. Eddie traced the swell of your breasts reverently, his cold fingertips grazing your sensitive nipples, and his warm rings digging in your skin while he gulped nervously.
“Can I?” he asked softly anyway, his gaze glued to yours while the words slipped his mouth.
“Go ahead, baby,” you murmured softly, a smile tugging at your lips.
Eddie’s other hand snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against him. He arched up, capturing one peaked nipple between his lips, giving it a gentle suck. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes closed, lost in your silky skin and the warm metal clashing against his teeth.
He moaned against your breast when you tugged harshly at his hair, accidentally rolling your hips against his. The friction sent sparks skittering under his skin while he continued lapping and sucking at your pebbled peak.
You rolled your hips against his with each moan that slipped out of your mouth. Eddie’s cock twitched under you, and he let go of your waist to palm your other breast roughly, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds between calloused fingers. He moaned against your skin when his hips twitched once again.
“Please,” he whimpered against your nipple, the word coming out muffled.
“Please what, Eddie?” you murmur as you pulled at his hair until his plush lips popped off your breasts with a soft pop! “I can’t read your mind, dummy. You gotta tell me.”
His chest rose up and down heavily as his gaze trailed up. Furrowed eyebrows and glassy eyes found yours, his mouth hanging low and glistening with spit.
“Want you so bad,” he whispered before licking his lips. “Wanna eat you out.”
The words spilled down, shameless and desperate, sending another wave of slick to seep into your lacy underwear.
“Please.”
“You wanna be a good boy and eat me out?” you said and tilted your head to the side, eyes glued to his.
Not waiting for a reaction, you pulled him into another sloppy kiss, slick tongues brushing against each other. You gave him another harsh pull at his roots before you pulled away from his lap to take off your lacy panties.
“Lay down f’me.”
A shudder raced down Eddie’s spine at your demand, and he scrambled until he laid back. His fingers twitched beside him when you climbed back onto him, a needy whine drawing from his throat when the sight of your glistening pussy hovered above his face. He grabbed your hips, urging you closer until his nose bumped into your swollen clit.
Eddie breathed over your slick heat. His tongue darted out, lapping at you tentatively before he grew bolder and sunk his tongue into your entrance. Low vibrations travelled through you when he groaned desperately when he tasted your slick, his eyes fluttering shut. The coarse white hairs of his bear rubbed against your pussy as he somehow pulled you even closer to his face, licking a greedy line back to your clit.
“You’re doing so well for me, Eds,” you whimpered as you moved your hips against his face, your clit bumping against the tip of his nose. His hand twitched around your thighs before he tightened his grip on you, rings biting sharply in your skin, and a knowing smile momentarily found it way to your face before your lips fell open with another broken moan. “Y-you like it when I give you compliments, hm?”
He whimpered into your slick heat, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes opened in search of yours. He doubled down his efforts when he noticed your mouth hanging low, and grazed his teeth against your clit before harshly sucking on it.
“Wanna be good for you,” he mumbled against your slick folds.
The words were barely more than a whisper, but they still sent warmth rushing through him. A deep blush spread across his cheeks the moment he heard himself say them out loud.
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second. There was no point pretending otherwise anymore. He was completely putty in your hands – the words he’d just spoken echoed in the back of his mind, serving as undeniable proof.
“Fuck, Eddie–” you moaned as you threw your head back. “I-I’m gonna–”
He moaned into your dripping core as you rolled your hips against his face, the sound muffled yet eager nonetheless. He lapped urgently at your cunt, and his fingers twitched around your thighs as he swallowed everything you gave him as you came with a scream of his name.
Eddie peppered tender kisses along your inner thighs, and slowly lifted you to sit on his chest. His beard tickled your overstimulated clit when he did so, a chocked whimper leaving your mouth. His eyes flickered up to your face when the pretty sound rang in his ears.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered before he gulped down.
His eyes flickered back down to your folds as he brought his fingers to your clit, tracing a few lazy circles on it before he slowly dipped one calloused finger in your pussy until only the silver pig on it remained. A groan escaped him as he felt you clench around him.
But then you wrapped your fingers around his hand, and pulled him out of your slick folds.
“No,” you breathed out, your chest moving unevenly as you looked down at him, your eyebrows furrowed.
The ache in his groin bordered on painful, strained fabric doing little to conceal his need.
“It’s my turn now.”
Eddie’s breath came ragged as the words slipped from your mouth, sending a painful ache down his length.
“Please,” he rasped, voice strangled as he failed to catch his breath. “Wan– need to be inside you.”
He fisted his hands at his sides, nails biting into his palms as he fought the urge to grab at you.
“I’m not taking requests anymore,” you murmured firmly, moving further down until you sat between his legs. Your fingers curled around the elastic band of his boxers, and tugged it down achingly slow. “You’re gonna take what I give you.”
Your warm fingertips brushed lightly over his thick thighs, tracing the lines of his tattoos as you slowly made your way up to his hips. Your nails bit gently into his skin, drawing a soft whimper from him before your touch drifted inwards. Almost absentmindedly, you brushed your fingers across the silky skin of his cock.
Eddie was thick, pretty and absolutely desperate; his tip as red and swollen as his bitten lips. Soft, white curls coiled around his base, a result of not trimming himself while he was on the road.
A violent shudder wracked Eddie’s frame at the fleeting contact. He shamelessly arched into your touch as a broken moan spilled from his lips, and his cock throbbed urgently, his pretty tip already glistening with pre-cum.
You spit into your hand before wrapping your fingers around him, giving him a lazy tug as a mischievous smile grew on your lips. Then, you slowly trailed your hand along his length, until your hand closed loosely around his swollen tip, circling your palm on it while spreading his pre-cum around.
After leaning down until your eyes are level with your hand, you flickered your gaze up to his, maintaining eye contact with him as you let a thick drop of spit spill on his cock. You spread it down his length before finally taking him into your mouth. You start bobbing slowly, almost painfully slow, keeping your eyes on his face.
Eddie whined piteously as you manhandled him. He watched you through hooded eyes, enraptured by the sight of you toying with his weeping cock. Your somewhat degrading words from just moments ago still rang in his ears, heightening the heat low in his belly as shame mingled with want in a dizzying cocktail.
The obscene suction, the firmly drag of your spit-drenched palm, the sultry gleam in your eyes – it’s nearly torturous. It made his hips twitch restlessly under you, desperate for you to take him deeper into your throat. But still, he held himself through sheer force of will, submitting wholly to you no matter how cruel you were being.
Eddie stared down at you with glossy eyes, ingraining the view of you lazily sucking his tip into his eyelids.
You were in no rush, and just let the tense knot deep in his stomach tighten until it nearly drove him insane. He dragged a hand through his hair, and tugged firmly at his roots while he kept his gaze glued onto yours. He watched how you pulled back, and slowly licked your lips before you took him back in your mouth again.
“Jesus–” he whimpered, trembling under your touch as you fastened your rhythm ever so slightly. “Please.”
A tiny bead of sweat rolled from his forehead down to the tip of his nose. He kept his eyes glued on you, flickering down to your mouth for a moment while his fell open.
You hummed softly around him before sucking him faster, loosening your grip on his base and gripping his thighs instead. Digging your nails into his milky skin, you pushed yourself lower, taking more of his cock in your mouth.
His breath, already uneven, hitched as shaky gasps fell from his pretty lips while you worked him deeper in your warm, tight throat. Your tongue swirled around his length, drool trickling down to his fuzzy sack, until his brain short-circuited with the visceral sensation of being wanted by someone who knew exactly how to tear him apart – unlike any other girl he’d fucked over the years. You increased your pace, a muffled gag echoing in the room when he accidentally bucked upwards.
“I– mmpff!”
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on the sheets underneath him tightening as he finally came. Warm, sticky ropes of cum trailed down your throat while his hips twitched and his chest heaved in uneven bursts.
He lay there for a moment, legs trembling under your warm hands, breathing in the sweet mix of sweat and spit that hung in his bedroom. Eventually, he forced his eyes open, and looked down at you when he felt you pulling your mouth off him. His cock twitched when you gave him one last hard suck on his tip before letting him fall out from between your lips.
“I-I…” he breathed out, blinking relentlessly as he watched you push yourself upright. “Fuck.”
Ignoring the sticky drop of cum trailing down the corner of your mouth, you sat back on your heels and squeezed his thighs while a knowing smile tugged at your lips.
Without voicing out a warning, you climbed back onto his lap and straddled him. Eddie froze under you, his cock twitching between your folds as you forced him to look up at you. He felt so small under your gaze – a pathetic, tangled spill of ink and frayed nerves kept intact only by your overwhelming presence above him.
Your fingers reached up, sliding into his messy curls and cupped the back of his head. You gave him a sharp tug, holding his gaze glued onto yours.
“You’re gonna give me another one,” you murmured, still smiling down at him. “I don’t care if you’re sensitive, or if you can’t take it; you are giving me another one.”
A breathless, broken oh escaped him, his pupils blowing wide until the warm brown ring around them nearly disappeared. His hands moved on their own accord, reaching for your breasts and tracing the peaked circles of your nipples while you rolled your hips against his.
Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed, his overly sensitive cock twitching under you, as he watched you lean down over him until your breasts were level with his desperate mouth. He moved his lips against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple and clinking against the silver skulls hugging it.
“You like my tits a little too much, don’t you?” you whispered into his ear, and gave his hair another hard tug.
With agonizing slowness, you lifted your hips just enough to slide your free hand between you to grab his cock. You gave him a few lazy tugs, ignoring his broken whimpers and the deep furrow between his brows, and then lined him up with your slit. You pushed down just a tad, just his tip resting inside you. A gasp caught in his throat, his teeth accidentally biting your nipple harder than you’d expected. You choked on a yelp, and your eyebrows pulled into a scowl as you pulled away from him.
“S-sorry,” he quickly breathed out when your nipple fell from his mouth.
You let go of his cock, and let it slap against his stomach as you sat back on his thighs. For a moment, you just sat there and stared at him. Eddie trembled under your hard gaze, fingers twitching beside him.
“You do that again,” you said slowly, “and I’ll walk away.”
Eddie gulped hard and shook his head, mouth falling open only to close again. Then, ever so slowly, he nodded, and whispered another soft sorry.
The begging glimmer in his eyes tightened the knot in your stomach. You stared down at him for a few more seconds before, finally, moving your hips closer to his cock once again.
“Are you gonna behave?” you murmured, and wrapped your fingers around his base.
“Y-yes,” he breathed out.
More than thirty years of singing and smoking, yet his voice had never sounded as rough as it did now.
For a second time, you lined him up with your slit. He blinked rapidly as you pushed down slowly, painfully so. Eddie whined out a sob – loud and pathetic – as you pushed down a little further. You sank your nails in his chest as you slammed down your hips, squirming and panting as he filled you to the brim. And then your mouth is hanging open, a soft gasp escaping you when you give him a small – almost tentative – bounce on his cock. You reached down, curling your fingers around his hands and brought one to your clit, and the other back to your breasts.
Eddie squirms, unable to go anywhere when you lifted your hips and slammed down on him again. You gushed around his cock as he stroked your clit in distracted, almost non-existent circles.
He nearly came again as felt you cinch his cock as you rocked your hips, bouncing up and down.
“F-fuck, you feel so good, Eds,” you breathed out, and nearly fell on top of him before you were able to grab his headboard. His open lips brush against your chest as he choked on another moan, your words ringing in his ears. “You fill me up so well.”
His back arched into you when you started bouncing harder, occasionally clenching hard around him before you lifted your hips again. You laced one of your hands in his hair as you fucked him just hard enough to make his overpriced bed creak and groan. Burying your face in the crook of his neck as you took him, your legs squirmed and muscles tensed as you took every drag of his cock.
“Mmpff!” he whimpered against your chest before he took one of your bouncing tits into his mouth once again. His warm tongue stroked feverishly against your nipple, while his fingers tugged softly at the other.
His toes curled as you clenched around him again. The grip you had on his hair tightened, and you pressed your nails into his scalp – not enough to actually hurt him, but sharp enough that it made his mouth work faster against your nipple.
“I– I’m–” he whimpered as he pulled his mouth away from your breast. “Fuckfuckfuck. Please don’t st– I’m–”
“Yeah?” you breathed out, a dark smile tugging at your lips. “Pretty boy’s gonna cum for me again?”
Eddie groaned in your ear when he felt your slick trailing down to his fuzzy sack, and you tugged harshly at his hair again as you both spilled over. Him a few seconds before you, his loud and broken moans ringing in your ears while he spilled inside you and your pussy milked every drop he had left in him.
“Fuck, Eddie,” you moaned out against his neck. “That’s it, baby, fill me up.”
Your chest heaved as you slowly stilled your hips, and you leaned up to place a kiss on his temple. For a moment, you just stayed like that; hips flush against his, heaving chests touching, milky cum trailing down his balls. Then, like you hadn’t already tortured him enough, you leaned back and watched his face as you wiggled your hips, feeling his softening cock twitch inside you.
“N-no, please,” he cried out, his head throwed back. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut when you did it again, then stilled, and did it once more before stopping altogether.
You licked your lips before a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
Eddie looked absolutely beautiful like this; cheeks red, long white and grey curls splayed messily on the pillows underneath him, inked chest heaving unevenly as he tiredly blinked the forming tears away from his eyes.
Never, in all forty-seven years of his life – and in the more than thirty years he’d spent sexually active – had Eddie ever experienced something quite like this. No fleeting encounter, no one-night stand, had ever managed to turn his brain to mush the way you just had.
Most of his hookups over the last twenty years had been with fans or groupies, just like tonight – yet not a single one of them had ever tried to take the reins from him. Once they’d managed to get him alone, he’d always be the one doing the work. The one paying attention, taking charge, making sure whoever shared his bed for the night left satisfied.
But here you were; the only person who had ever managed to unlock a need in him he hadn’t even known existed.
“No?” you asked, playing dumb, and tilting your head to the side. “Are you tired, old man?”
“I– Jesus, woman,” he exhaled as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. A breathless, disbelieving chuckle escaped him as he looked away for just a second. “You’re killing me, here.”
“Don’t die,” you chuckle, accidentally clenching around him again, and pulling another broken whimper from his lips. “I’m waiting for you guys to announce a new album in the making.”
Eddie took a second to steady his breathing before your words finally sunk in.
A deep, belly-aching laugh escaped him as he shook his head in disbelief at your words, before he winced as he felt you flutter around him again.
You take a deep breath before you lifted your hips and let his softening cock slip out of you. His breath hitched at the movement, tongue swiping over his teeth before he let out a deep exhale. He kept his gaze on you as you scratched your scalp, a soft sigh falling from your lips.
Eddie’s eyes followed you as you moved away from the bed, watching your trembling legs nearly give out beneath you when you reached for your clothes.
“Wait–”
He cut himself off, pushing himself upright until his back rested against the headboard.
“Where–” he shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly. “Don’t go.”
You stilled at his words, one arm already through a sleeve. Slowly, you turned back towards him, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks.
“Uh…” you trailed off softly, blinking a few times as you searched – and failed – for the right words. “What?”
“Stay,” he murmured. “Please.”
“You want me to stay?” you asked, and blinked again before letting out a soft laugh of disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“It’s…” his eyes flickered towards the clock on the nightstand, “nearly five.”
He licked his lips and dragged a tattooed hand through his grey curls before letting out a quiet breath.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Eddie chuckled softly, glancing away for a second before looking back at you.
“And I’m pretty sure I promised you pizza,” he murmured.
His dark brown eyes glimmered beneath the warm amber light as he waited for you to respond.
You licked your lips before swallowing, the sound suddenly too loud in your ears.
Then, as though your body had made the decision before your brain could catch up, the shirt you’d been halfway through putting on slipped from your fingers and fell back to the floor.
“Pizza for breakfast?” you asked with a shy smile as you climbed back into bed.
“After all of that?” he replied dramatically before a scoff escaped him. “Hell, I’ll even let you eat in my fucking bed.”
That earned another laugh from you as you settled beside him, tucking your head into the palm of your hand and looking up at him.
“Pizza in bed?” You raised an eyebrow. “Careful, Munson. You’re gonna make me fall in love with you.”
Eddie opened his mouth, only to close it again. For a moment, he simply looked at you, tired-eyed and warm beneath the glow of the amber light overhead.
Then the corner his mouth twitched.
“Would that be so bad?”
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˚꩜｡a/n pt.2: i nearly gave myself a heart attack when i accidentally clicked somewhere and thought i’d deleted this from my concepts (it went to queue instead), so give me kisses and comments if you came this far
Hiii! I don't really know what kind of things you usually write, but I read your Eddie x Reader sniffing stuff and God, did it make me feel things.
If you're up for taking suggestions, I'd love to see something like this: Eddie and Reader, best friends with long-standing unresolved feelings, spend a sweltering afternoon lounging on his bed. Reader asks him to trace patterns on her arm (a little habit they have) and Eddie jokingly complains that he's always the one giving her the "princess treatment." When she offers to return the favor, he immediately asks for hair scratches. Lying face-to-face, they fall into comfortable silence as Reader runs her fingers through his hair. Their eye contact lingers, their gazes occasionally dropping to each other's lips, and the tension slowly builds. When her hand drifts to the back of his neck, neither pulls away. Drawn closer by months or years of mutual pining and unspoken feelings, they finally kiss. And then it escalates into some filthy nasty sex?
No worries at all if that's not your thing or you're not taking requests! Thank you anyway 🫶🏻
eeep!!! my first request aaaaa
first of all thank you for reading whatever you want, baby <3 i’m absolutely taking requests, and i’ll work it as soon as i have time for it (i have 5 papers due monday morning, and i’ve started only one of them) sorry it’ll take some time my love but i promise i’ll try my best to not let you down!!!
⋆˚꩜｡pairing: late40s!rockstar!eddie x 20s!fem!reader
⋆˚꩜｡summary: Eddie has three blissful weeks before Corroded Coffin heads back on the road to finish their world tour. Then one drink at his favourite bar turns into an unexpected night with a woman half his age - and a confrontation with a need he never knew he had.
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: minors do not interact (i'm serious, piss off) no y/n, she/her reader, older!eddie, rockstar!eddie, big age gap, emotionally repressed eddie?? kinda??, alcohol use, tobacco use, sexual tension, kinda slow burn, porn a plot (but it goes from 0 to 100 real quick), confident!reader, power imbalance themes (fame/wealth/age difference), suggestive dialogue, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f!receiving, m!receiving), fingering (blink and you'll miss it), playful teasing, subby eddie? but not in a mommy way, eddie is down bad for us (as he should), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys!), uhh lemme know if i missed anything?
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⋆˚꩜｡a/n: listen, i don't even know wtf happened when i was writing this. i'm not even really into sub!eddie but oh well, lol. also eddie already has grey/white hair because i said so (it happened early okay? but not specified) (i'm not entirely sure about this header, especially because i tried to photoshop an older eddie but idk if it looks good lol) anyway i uh hope this is somewhat readable, lemme know watcha think!
The Corroded Coffin boys – or men, these days, after spending more than twenty years becoming legends and living with everything that comes with it – are a little more than halfway through their 2025-2026 The Oxblood Nomads world tour.
After fifty-eight shows in Europe, nine shows in Asia, and thirteen shows in South America, the three-man band have finally arrived back on US soil – much to Eddie’s satisfaction. Especially after a ten hour flight from São Paulo to Atlanta – of all fucking places for a layover – and another hour and a half flight to Nashville.
They were finally home, and had three blissful weeks to enjoy it before they went back on the road for the last leg of their tour.
Despite the many hours spent flying home, Eddie is desperate to stretch his legs and walk around town after finally dropping his suitcases by the front door – the jumbled cables and dirty laundry were a problem for Future Eddie. He probably smelled a little funky, not having had a proper shower in longer than he cared to admit – but what he desperately needed right now was a drink at his favourite bar.
The amber glow of the streetlights spread softly across the few white strands spread through his dark grey curls and the tattoos scattered along his arms – ink that had once been black, now softened to a faded blue. Every time he lifted the cigarette back to his mouth, the brief flare of its ember painted the years across his features in a warm orange light.
It was a little after eleven, and the air still felt warm and thick with humidity to the point that a bead of sweat rolled down his spine. The black, starry sky above made the growing neon sign of The Brass Lantern glow more vividly with every step he took towards the bar.
It’s mostly empty when he stomped on his cigarette and finally pushed the door open – not because it wasn’t popular, but because it was tucked away from the more tourist-heavy streets. Only one person sat along the bar, while a couple occupied a table near the big windows.
The Brass Lantern was the kind of place where nobody asked too many questions, and nobody particularly cared who you were when you walked through the door – and that’s exactly why it was his favourite bar in the entire city. Because after days of being the Eddie fucking Munson – the untouchable frontman of Corroded Coffin, the guy whose face ended up on magazine covers and concert posters – he just wanted to be another tired forty-seven year old man, and enjoy a drink at the end of a very long day.
No one looked up when he walked in – just the way he liked it.
That is one of the many beauties of Nashville – nobody looked twice at someone carrying a guitar case through the city, or shoved their phones in world-wide known musicians. People still recognised him wherever he went, obviously – Corroded Coffin was far too big for that to ever stop – but local fans were different from the ones in Los Angeles. Here, they offered small smiles and respectful nods, maybe the occasional wave from across a restaurant or bar.
As soon as Eddie settled onto a stool at the far end of the bar – ignoring the faint protest of his knees and lower back – he noticed someone new behind the counter instead of Mike, the owner-turned-friend, but didn’t think much of it when they asked what his poison was.
“Whiskey,” he said automatically, rubbing at his eyes. “Whatever’s easiest.”
You simply nodded in response, even though he wasn’t looking at you, and reached for a bottle without another question.
Eddie let out a quiet sigh as he settled more comfortably against the worn wood of the counter, rolling one shoulder until something popped. Jesus H. Christ. Almost a year and a half on the road and somehow his body always chose the very first night back home to remind him that he’s not twenty anymore.
“Welcome back,” you murmured as you put down the glass in front of him a moment later.
His hand paused halfway towards it as he looked up at you.
It took him a second too long to look away. Not because you are pretty – though you are – but because you looked completely at home behind the counter, like you’d been working there for years instead of filling in for Mike.
Twenty-three. Maybe twenty-four, at the most.
Young enough that you probably hadn’t even been fucking born when Corroded Coffin released its first album.
Eddie took a long drink of his whiskey.
You picked up another glass and continued polishing, completely unfazed by the fact that you’d recognised him.
No excitement, no gawking. Not even a carefully disguised attempt to mention one of his records. If anything, you seemed more interested in the glass in your hands than the man who’d spent the last twenty years plastered across magazine covers.
For some reason, Eddie found that far more distracting than he should.
“Sorry?” he breathed out, dragging himself back from wherever his thoughts had wandered off to.
“Mike mentioned about you touring?” you asked back, although it didn’t really sound like a question, and poured yourself a splash of whiskey too.
That caught him more off guard than the recognition itself. Most people know him because of the band – you apparently know him because he’s a regular.
“That’s a little concerning,” he laughed before he could stop it, eyes flickering down to his glass. “Mike talks about me behind my back?”
“If you know who I’m talking about, then you know he talks about everybody behind their backs.”
That pulled a tired laugh from him. “Yeah, fair point.”
While you reached for his glass before he could take another sip, your fingers brushed his as you lifted it just enough to slide a coaster underneath it.
That’s what pulled his eyes up towards you, and for the first time, he got a proper look — beyond your youthful face. It wasn’t because you’re flirting with him, or because you were trying to get his attention. If anything, it was the opposite.
You carried yourself with the easy confidence of somebody who had absolutely nothing to prove. No careful smiles, no subtle attempts to impress him.
Somehow, that’s what made him look twice.
The grip he had on his glass tightened just a fraction before it loosened again.
“So, where’s Mike anyway?”
“Florida,” you explained before taking a sip of your own glass. “Family vacation.”
“Voluntarily?”
A soft laugh escaped you. “That’s what I said.”
Eddie laughed into his glass before taking another sip.
When you drifted away to help another customer, he caught himself watching you for a second too long before dragging his attention back to the whiskey in front of him. The burn settled warmly in his chest, and he told himself that was all he was paying attention to.
Not the way you moved effortlessly between customers, or the fact that you seemed to know all of them by name despite the fact he’d never seen you behind the bar before tonight.
And definitely not the way he kept finding you again every time he looked up.
His tattooed fingers drummer against the side of his glass as he glanced up at the speakers hanging above the shelves.
“You keep looking at me like you wanna say something,” you said when you came back for your glass. “So, spill.”
“Maybe I’m trying to figure out who you are,” he replied, and peered at you over the rim of his glass as a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The smile you sent him was openly sceptical. “That sounds ominous.”
Eddie shook his head, and a huffed out laugh followed.
“I’m gone for a year and a half, Mike suddenly disappeared to fucking Florida, and now you’re here.”
“So, besides being a world-famous musician, you’re also a profiler?” you asked, pointing at yourself.
“I’m, uh…” he swirled the whiskey in his glass, trying to buy himself a second. “Doing research.”
“Doing research,” you echoed, and narrowed your eyes at him. The suspicion didn’t quite land with the smile that pulled at your lips. “That’s a fancy way of saying you’re interested in me.”
Eddie opened his mouth, only to close it again. He pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile from taking over his face, and his eyes fell back on the glass in his hand.
“Well,” is all he muttered into his whiskey, his eyes back on you again.
“That’s not a denial,” you hummed.
“Didn’t say it was.”
His gaze lingered a little longer than it should have.
It would’ve been easy enough to leave things exactly as they were – a drink, flirtatious banter, a familiar bar on his first night home. Simple and safe.
It wasn’t the first time someone had approached him because they’d recognised him. Hell, it probably wasn’t even the first time that month. Most people either tried too hard to impress him or expected him to impress them.
You hadn’t done either.
You’d recognised him, sure. But since then, you’d spent more time teasing him than talking about the band. You hadn’t asked for a picture, or brought up your favourite album – if you were even a fan – or looked at him like he was something separate from everybody else in the room.
If anything, you seemed completely uninterested in the fact that he was supposed to be impressive.
For reasons he didn’t particularly care to examine, Eddie found that difficult to ignore.
He took one last sip of whiskey before setting the empty glass back on its coaster.
You smiled at him while you automatically reached for the bottle of whiskey you still hadn’t put away to pour him another dose, even though he hadn’t actually asked for it, and then poured yourself a little more.
After you’d put the bottle between the two of you, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes beneath the counter, and held it up to him.
“You have the face of a man who could use a cigarette,” you joked softly after you’d seen the yellowing stain on his fingers.
“Oh, do I?” he grinned against the rim of his glass.
“Or maybe I’m trying to come up with an excuse to get you alone,” you shrugged with a raised eyebrow, already taking steps backwards and making your way around the counter and towards the door.
Eddie stayed seated for another second or two, ringed fingers curled around his glass as he let your words sink in.
The smartest thing to do would be to leave the flirtation for what it was – just a few fun exchanged words – and not follow you outside. Not when the age gap between you was almost as big as his career.
But Eddie Munson had never really been known for being a smart man – considering he had failed his senior year of high school not once or twice, but three times, or that one time he tried fixing his lighting switch only for his entire home to nearly catch fire.
And so he downed his whiskey, threw his head back, and set the empty glass onto its coaster with a sharp thud. His throat burned slightly as he stood up from his seat and followed you outside.
The humid air hit you the second you stepped outside, while the door swung back and forth lazily behind you before it finally settled shut. Then it creaked once again as Eddie walked through it.
His eyes found you in an instant, warm amber light spilling from the fixture above the entrance and over your face. You flipped your cigarette pack and pulled out two before he could reach for his own. His gaze flickered between your face and the cigarettes in front of him before he finally took one, his free hand already pulling the battered silver Zippo from his pocket to light them both.
The flame briefly illuminated your face as you leaned forwards. In the flicker of bright orange light, you looked even younger than he’d originally guessed.
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away this time.
But he ended up doing it anyway, when the first drag nearly killed him.
“Jesus Christ,” he coughed. “What’s this?”
You winced at the sight in front of you before a laugh escaped you when you saw him pull a face. Despite the fact that his lungs nearly gave out on him with the first drag he took, he dared to take another one.
“Gauloises Blue,” you murmured back as you leaned against the brick wall. “French, I think.”
“Of course it is.”
Eddie turned the cigarette between his fingers, and watched the paper already yellowing beneath the burn.
Somewhere along the way, he’d become the kind of man that noticed cigarette brands. Twenty-year-old Eddie would’ve smoked whatever he could afford; forty-seven-year old Eddie apparently had opinions.
“So,” he said, exhaling smoke into the humid night air. “How long have you worked for Mike?”
“Six months, give or take,” you answered between drags. “But that wasn’t the actual question you wanted to ask, was it?”
He glanced down the street while a chuckle escaped him, followed by a lick at his lips. The city looked exactly the same as it had sixteen months ago. The same cracked sidewalks, the same neon signs, the same godforsaken humidity sticking to the back of his neck.
He’d spent the last months surrounded by people – managers, promoters, journalists, fans – yet somehow, the most interesting thing he’d experienced all year was happening outside a bar with a woman who kept making fun of him.
Eddie shook his head. Fair enough, the conversation had been heading there anyway.
A group of drunk college students stumbled past the two of you, hollering and laughing without a care in the world. One of them had a it’s my 21st birthday! sash across her frame. The two of you fell silent for a few seconds, your gazes following the five girls until they disappeared somewhere around the block.
Eddie stretched his neck and winced when something cracked loudly; the flight seemed to have settled into every muscle and bone in his body. Another fucking reminder that he wasn’t twenty anymore.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said eventually, and finally glanced back at you.
The smile you gave him was warm and knowing when you raised your eyebrows and gave him a single nod, signalling for him to go on.
“Alright, how old are you?”
“Twenty-two,” you said after blowing away the trapped smoke in your lungs.
Twenty-fucking-two.
The number settled somewhere in the back of his mind. It didn’t shock him, not really; if anything, it confirmed what he’d already suspected.
Still, Jesus Christ, he’d been touring internationally long before you were even born.
Eddie’s eyes caught on the chipped polish coating your nails, the amber light overhead reflecting softly against it before his gaze drifted back up to your face.
“Stop making that face,” you pointed your cigarette at him and chuckled.
“I’m not making a face,” he muttered under his breath as he flicked ash onto the pavement before he took another drag.
“You absolutely are,” you said with a smile.
He looked away for just a moment, shaking his head and licking his lips before he blew the smoke into the night air.
The laugh that escaped you was soft and easy.
The amber glow of the streetlamp caught in your eyes as your attention suddenly shifted towards the window. A patron tapped gently against the glass until they caught your attention, and lifted their empty glass for you to see.
“Duty calls,” you said with your eyebrows pulled in a slight furrow, turning just in time to catch his gaze lingering on you for a few seconds too long.
Eddie dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath the sole of his boot before he reached for the door. He pulled it open, stepping aside to let you pass first.
The scent of cigarette smoke followed you through the doorway, mixing briefly with something sweeter before it disappeared into the warm glow of the bar.
He lingered outside for half a second longer than necessary, watching you weave behind the counter before he caught himself.
Christ.
One conversation and somehow he’d already started tracking your movements every time you left his line of sight.
The rest of the night slipped by easier than Eddie had expected as a second whiskey turned into a third, and then a fourth.
The bar emptied, filled, then emptied again. Conversations came and went, and every now and then he caught himself looking for you while you dried glasses and sent the last few patrons on their way with a smile and a goodnight.
The neon sign that hung outside had been switched off twenty minutes ago. The blinds had followed shortly after. Half the chairs now sat upside down on freshly wiped tables while you were stationed at the end of the counter, expertly sorting through a stack of crumpled bills as you counted tonight's tips.
Yet somehow, Eddie still nursed the last inch of whiskey in his glass.
"Just throw me out if you're tired of me," he murmured from behind the rim.
You didn't answer immediately. Your lips moved silently as you counted beneath your breath, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He watched you crouch down and somehow produce a purse from beneath the counter. The zipper slid open before you tucked the bills safely inside.
"Nah, it's okay," you said at last, glancing up as the corners of your mouth twitched. "I actually enjoy your company."
Something in Eddie's chest shifted in a way he didn't entirely care for at how much he liked hearing that.
Once the money was put away, you rolled your shoulders before reaching behind yourself to loosen the strings of your apron. A quiet sigh slipped from your lips as the beer-scented fabric landed on the counter while your free hand automatically reached for the whiskey bottle.
You stopped halfway through pouring before walking over to him instead and, without asking, took the seat next to him and topped off his drink before filling your own.
Eddie raised an eyebrow—you'd just poured yourself considerably more than the usual two fingers.
His gaze drifted from the amber liquid to your face. The shadows beneath your eyes were more noticeable now. The energy you'd carried all evening hadn't disappeared, but it had begun fraying around the edges.
"Long day?"
"Ugh, you don't wanna know," you mumbled, glancing towards the clock that hung above the shelves. "Twelve-hour shift, no breaks."
"Yeah," he said quietly as he winced in sympathy. "That'll do it."
His ringed fingers curled around his glass, swirling the amber liquid absentmindedly.
"No breaks?" He furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at you. "Have you eaten anything?"
The way you hesitated for just a second was answer enough. Your hand stilled halfway to your mouth, the glass suspended between your fingers.
"Yeah, of course," you muttered finally.
A chuckle escaped him before silence settled between you.
Then he tilted his head towards you and jokingly narrowed his eyes, and you immediately knew what was coming.
"Oh, c'mon," you groaned. "I'm fine."
"And that's not what I asked."
"No," you confessed after a muffled sigh escaped you, dramatically dropping your forehead against the counter. "I was busy."
Eddie hummed and looked entirely too pleased with himself when you lifted your head just enough to shoot him a deep glare.
"There's probably still a diner open."
You glanced towards the dark windows. Amber streetlights spilled through the blinds while the occasional set of headlights drifted past outside.
"I'm too tired to sit in a diner and be friendly to waitresses."
"Fair," he nodded, his light curls bouncing with the movement before he took another sip of his glass. "I've got frozen pizza at home."
The words left his mouth without thinking, and he immediately regretted them. His eyes falling shut while his free hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"That sounded significantly less weird in my head."
Your lips twitched as silence settled between the two of you.
"Don't," Eddie pointed a finger at you without opening his eyes.
A laugh slipped out while you turned on the stool to face him. "I didn't even say anything."
"You were about to," he said accusingly.
"Oh, absolutely."
You curled your fingers around your glass, the rings around them glimmering beneath the soft amber lights overhead, while you tried – and failed – not to smile.
"You know, that's the worst pickup line I've ever gotten."
"It wasn't a pickup line."
"Good," you smiled against the rim of your glass.
Eddie opened his eyes, but the furrow between his eyebrows stayed. Not because he was still cringing at the accidental invitation, but because the answer came a little too quickly.
Good.
He wasn’t entirely sure why that answer had stuck with him.
The joke should’ve ended there.
Instead, he spent the next few seconds wondering what would’ve happened if it had been a pickup line after all.
When he finally lifted his gaze from his glass, he found you already looking at him.
Your lips were pulled into a smile – small and suspicious, like you were trying very hard not to let it grow any wider – and the exhaustion that had been lingering in your eyes all evening had given way to something else.
Something he couldn't quite place, but that made his stomach do an annoying little flip anyway.
Then you wetted your lips and took another sip of whiskey, hiding whatever thought had been threatening to surface behind the rim of your glass.
Your gaze dropped to the counter for a split second before finding his again.
"You got any whiskey to go with that frozen pizza?"
Eddie blinked as your words registered. Well, that wasn't exactly the answer he'd been expecting. A laugh rumbled low in his chest as he shook his head, sending a few grey curls shifting around his face.
"You're trying to invite yourself over, sweetheart?"
"Depends," you smiled behind the rim of your glass.
Eddie's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "On what?"
A breathless chuckle escaped you before you could stop it, and you dragged a hand through your hair.
"If you got any aged whiskey," you said before drowning the rest of your drink in one go and setting the empty glass back onto its coaster. "It's the only way I like it."
Eddie's eyebrows rose slightly as he stared at you for a moment longer, then he laughed again.
"Jesus," he licked his lips absentmindedly, though the smile never quite left his face. "You're twenty-two. What do you know about aged whiskey?"
"You forget I work at a bar." You glanced towards the cluttered shelves lined with bottles and pointed in their direction. "I also know where Mike hides the good stuff."
"That sounds suspiciously like a confession."
Eddie watched the corners of your mouth twitch upwards before you jumped off the stool. His gaze followed you as you made your way back behind the counter and reached for another bottle.
"I'm not really the type to kneel and confess," you murmured.
Your eyes flicked up to his for half a second before dropping back to the glass as amber liquid spilled into it.
"But I'll do it occasionally," you continued lightly, giving your lips another twitch when your gaze found his again, "depending on the sin."
Whatever composure he had faltered ever so slightly.
"Jesus Christ," he said as he set his glass back down on its coaster. "You say shit like that on purpose?"
He reached for the bottle sitting between the two of you and poured himself half a glass.
"Only when I'm having a good time." A grin tugged at your lips as you brought the glass to your mouth.
Your smile grew even wider behind the rim while your gaze lingered on his face.
The few white strands scattered through his dark grey curls caught the amber glow overhead, and the faint crow's feet beside his eyes deepened as a smile spread across his face. For the first time all evening, he looked less like a tired rockstar and more like a man who knew he was about to have a good night.
"Looks like you're having a good time, too."
"Yeah," he murmured, gaze glued to yours, before downing the last of his drink. "I am."
“Good,” you murmured back.
After nearly thirty minutes of walking under amber light and starry skies, talking about music – he couldn’t help himself, it was his passion – and shared cigarette smoke, the two of you finally stood in front of his house.
It wasn’t a gated mansion like you’d expected from a man who’d sold millions of records, but it wasn’t really a humble home either.
Moonlight filtered through a canopy of leaves, spilling across the warm, wood-clad home. The low roof and wide eaves created a sheltered porch where potted succulents and terracotta bowls gathered like old friends. It felt more like a quietly cared-for refuge than the home of the lead vocalist of a heavy metal band.
The grip you had on the strap of your bag tightened just slightly when his hand found the small of your back once he finally unlocked the door. He let go of you for a brief moment, pushing the door closed behind him and kicking off his boots once he’d stepped onto the red-ceramic tiled floor of the entryway.
“Huh,” you said under your breath, eyes lingering on the scattered picture frames across the white walls while he walked ahead and turned on the living room lights.
“Not what you expected?” he joked over his shoulder as he walked further into the space.
“Not really, no,” you muttered as you mimicked him and took off your shoes before you followed him through the room. “I expected something more… dramatic.”
Eddie barked a laugh as soon as the words left your mouth.
“Believe me, I’ve tried the whole mansion thing,” he murmured as he walked into the open kitchen and disappeared into a pantry. “Turns out I don’t like too much empty space.”
The polished wooden floors were cold, even under your socked feet, as you stood in the middle of the living room, slowly turning around to catch all the little details of who he was outside of his work. Your eyes flickered towards the far wall in an instant, attention stolen away from the noise he was making and placed on the carefully mounted plaques. The shelves on the wall beside it were filled with books and, funnily enough, some heavy awards he’d won over the years doubling down as bookends.
You were too busy brushing your fingers along the broken spines, smiling whenever you recognised a title and growing curious whenever you didn’t, to notice he’d returned.
Eddie dragged a hand through his long hair, pushing away rebellious grey strands from his face before pulling at a cupboard for two glasses.
When he turned around again, he immediately noticed how intrigued you’d been by his book collection, and not towards the impressive plaques covering the entire wall next to you. He licked his lips, and made his way towards where you stood.
“You got some heavy reading here,” you mumbled when you heard the clinking sound of glasses getting closer, eyes still glued to the cracked spine of Open Veins of Latin America.
“Trust me, sometimes I surprise myself too,” he joked with a little grin tugging at his lips. “I never would’ve read it when I was your age.”
He held a tall, cylindrical case in his hand as he took a few steps back to the coffee table. Under the layer of dust, it looked matte brown with a subtle metallic sheen, in a way that it was obvious it was something quietly luxurious.
“You were telling me about how you got into metal?” he murmured as he sat down on the leather couch. He perched on the edge of the cushion, balancing the case on the coffee table while he opened it.
“Right.” You smiled shyly as the sound of whiskey spilling into glass filled the brief silence between the two of you. “I was in sixth grade and had the biggest crush on this boy in my class.”
“No,” he said dramatically and tilted his head back slightly, already chuckling. “You got into metal for a boy?”
“What can I say? Emil Korman had that effect on me,” you said absentmindedly as you reached for one of the glasses. “Anyway, he, uh…”
You took a sip of whiskey before your eyes flickered back towards the book shelves for a split second.
“He said his favourite band was Iron maiden, and I thought that,” you sighed dramatically before continuing, “pretending to be a Maiden fan was gonna make him fall for me, too.”
“Did it work?” Eddie asked through a grin, eyes squinting in disbelief.
“No,” you confessed with a quiet chuckle as you sank on the cushion beside him. “But it’s fine. At least I got a good taste in music out of it.”
Eddie barked out a laugh, shaking his head as his eyes slipped shut for a brief moment. When he opened them again, he found your gaze already on him.
“So what happened to Emil?”
“I was his first kiss,” you chuckled gently. “And then… absolutely nothing.”
“Ouch,” he grimaced. “Not even a middle-school relationship?”
“Not even eye contact most days.”
He nearly choked on his drink when your words reached his ears.
“Wait,” he said and pointed at you with his glass. “You became a Maiden fan for a guy who barely acknowledged you?”
“Unfortunately,” you admitted with a chuckle.
Eddie fell silent for a moment as he took another slow sip of his whiskey, though his eyes never quite left yours.
“And you stuck with metal after?”
“Turns out Children of the Damned made an impact on me.”
“Well,” a smile tugged at his lips as he lifted his glass slightly. “At least something good came out of Emil Korman.”
You laughed and gently clinked your glass against his.
“To Emil Korman,” you joked.
His ringed fingers tapped softly against the glass once, then again, before they stilled completely. Eddie tilted his head back just slightly, his gaze never leaving yours – it didn’t even drift. His eyes looked almost black beneath the low lights of his living room, impossible to read and entirely too focused on you.
He opened his mouth, only to close it again, squinting at nothing in particular. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to ask something else entirely before thinking better of it.
“What’s your favourite Corroded album?” he asked eventually, finally letting himself say the words out loud instead of pushing them away again.
“Bold of you to assume I even listen to you guys,” you murmured, a smirk tugging at your lips.
Eddie’s gaze lingered on the arch of your eyebrow and the way the light caught in your eyes.
“Oh, don’t play coy now,” he murmured before licking his bottom lip. “You look like a Pure Oaths & Pagan Rites kind of girl.”
A disbelieving smile tugged at your lips as you looked away from a brief second before returning your gaze to his.
“Wrong,” you said after clicking your tongue. “It’s Hollow Crusade.”
His eyebrows furrowed at your answer before confusion took over.
“What?” he scoffed. “That’s our worst album.”
“No, it’s not. Are you kidding me?” You took another sip of whiskey before shaking your head. “The philosophical storytelling on that album? Fucking insane.”
Eddie’s gaze lingered on your face, on the small smile tugging at your lips as you spoke. He lifted his glass and took another sip, letting your words settle into the space between the two of you.
“It’s raw and claustrophobic, and yet strangely tender,” you continued softly, your hand moving absentmindedly as you spoke. “It’s a criminally underrated album.”
For some reason, the words that slipped from your mouth sent something hot and uncomfortable spreading through his chest. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he watched you for a moment longer, his brain still trying to catch up.
You sat with one arm draped across the back of the couch, your head resting in the palm of your hand while your gaze remained fixed on his.
Somewhere in the middle of the lingering silence and beneath the low glow of the lights overhead, Eddie realised he’d shifted closer to you than he had been a minute ago.
He dragged a tattooed hand through his hair, pushing a few grey curls away from his face as he felt himself growing unexpectedly flustered beneath your gaze.
It was ridiculous, really.
He’d spent decades performing in front of packed stadiums. He’d sat through endless interviews with journalists determined to pick him apart, accepted awards in front of hundreds of people, and survived more awkward conversations than he cared to count.
Yet somehow, a twenty-two year old bartender complimenting one of Corroded Coffin’s least popular albums had rendered him completely incapable of forming a coherent thought.
“Jesus,” he muttered at last, shaking his head with a quiet laugh as he pulled his gaze away from yours. “Nobody ever says Hollow Crusade.”
Your eyes, however, stayed glued to his face, taking in the soft lines beside his eyes and the light grey beard he’d grown over the last few months.
Another few seconds passed before you bent to set your glass back on the table. Licking your lips, you leaned back into the couch and shifted a little closer to him.
“Does that do it for you?” you teased, unable to help yourself, a smile already tugging at your lips.
Eddie scoffed and looked away for a split second, trying to control the warmth that crept up his neck.
“Presumptuous, are we?”
“Am I wrong?” you murmured.
Your eyes flickered to his lips for the briefest moment before finding his gaze again.
It was easy – and far too much fun – to tease him, to watch him tip his head back and finish his whiskey instead of answering.
Besides, both of you already knew you weren’t wrong.
You leaned in slowly and curled your fingers around his glass, gently pulling it from his hand before setting it on the coffee table beside yours.
“Well?” you asked again, a little firmer this time. Your tongue swept across your bottom lip before a knowing smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Am I?”
Eddie’s breath caught.
He leaned back slightly, blinking a few times too many. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something. The words hovered somewhere behind his eyes before disappearing entirely.
Under the warm glow of the living room lights, he looked softer somehow. Less like the untouchable frontman plastered across magazine covers and more like a man who’d been unexpectedly caught off guard by learning something new about himself.
The faint scent of your perfume drifted between you as you leaned closer.
Your rings caught the light when you reached for his tattooed arm. Your fingertips brushed lightly against his warm skin as you slowly traced your way up until you reached his neck. You lingered on the neo-traditional raven inked into his skin – still dark and sharp compared to the rest of his tattoos, whose black lines had softened into faded blue over the years.
Eddie’s gaze followed your hand the entire way. All he could focus on was the warmth of your fingers against his skin.
You noticed the way his pupils dilated ever so slightly as his gaze lingered on your hand. A second later, he dragged his eyes back to yours and swallowed.
“You wanna know what I think, Eddie?” you asked, though the tone of your voice made it clear you weren’t actually looking for an answer. “I think you’re used to having control all the time. Over everything.”
Your fingertips brushed over the inked raven, drawing a fresh wave of goosebumps across his skin as you trailed higher until you reached his chin. When he tried to look away, his cheeks pink and warm, you gently guided his face back towards you.
“But that’s not really the way you like things, is it?” you continued softly, your fingers resting against his jaw. “Hm?”
“I, uh…” Eddie trailed off, blinking a few times too many beneath your gaze.
You licked your lips again, your eyebrows pulling together in mock sympathy as you tilted your head slightly to the side.
“All those groupies…” a faint pout tugged at your mouth. “They never gave you what you needed, did they?”
The air between you seemed to thicken instantly.
Another breath caught in his throat. For a moment, Eddie couldn’t tell whether it was the whiskey, the late hour, or the fact that you were looking at him like you already knew the answer.
The pout on your lips softened into a small smile when you noticed his eyes flickering down to your mouth. His gaze lingered there a second longer than he probably intended before you drew his attention back to your eyes with a few light taps against his jaw.
“How do you want me, Eds?” you murmured softly, your thumb brushing against his warm cheek. “Do you want me to take over, hm?”
Eddie blinked dumbly at you for a few seconds.
His mouth opened, then closed again. Whatever answer he wanted to give seemed to get lost somewhere on the way out.
You counted to ten before finally letting go of his face.
Then you leaned back just enough to drape your arm across the back of the couch once more, resting your head against your hand while forcing a look of boredom onto your face. Your free hand drummed absentmindedly against your thigh as you waited a moment longer.
“Am I wasting my time here?” you asked after another beat of silence, pursing your lips as your eyebrows pulled together.
“No,” he answered quickly before swallowing.
The barely concealed desperation in his voice made something twist pleasantly in your stomach, warmth spreading through your chest.
“No?” You raised an eyebrow at the man sitting beside you. “Because all I see is a man who’s pushing fifty and still hasn’t learned how to ask for what he wants.”
Eddie’s entire body went rigid, save for the nervous twitch of his hands at his sides.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his cheeks somehow deepening into an even darker shade of pink at your words – mean and sultry all at once.
“Sorry,” the apology slipped from his mouth before his brain had a chance to catch up.
Your lips twitched at the soft, unsteady sound of his voice.
Humming quietly, you reached for his face again and brushed your thumb across his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief second beneath your touch. Your gaze lingered on the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard before you pushed your digit past his lips.
A quiet whimper escaped him when you pulled your thumb from his mouth and brought it to your own. His eyes immediately dropped to your lips, to the way they closed around the tip before you sucked it clean of his spit.
“Should we try again?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.
You lowered your hand back to your thigh while watching him nod shyly.
“How do you want me, Eds?”
“I, uh…” he tried again before forcing a dry lump down his throat. “On top of me?”
Your lips twitched as the words came out cracked and desperate as he blinked a few times. His gaze flickered down to your lap, finding the thumb you’d pushed into his mouth only seconds earlier. There was something almost hesitant about the way he said it, his voice small and uncertain despite the man it belonged to.
A slow, knowing smile curled across your face; there he was – a world-famous musician practically folding for someone half his age.
Your eyes lingered on his for another moment before you pushed him gently back against the armrest of the couch.
You shifted onto your knees on the leather cushions and settled yourself over him without warning, and adjusted your position until you were comfortable – ignoring the soft huffs that escaped him and the raging hard on under you.
“Like this?” you murmured, your gaze fixed on his as your hand drifted across his clothed chest.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, as though the word had slipped out by accident.
Your hands trailed down his chest, feeling the uneven rise and fall of his breathing before you reached for his hands. You intertwined your fingers with his and guided them towards your thighs.
His tattooed hand trembled slightly when you let go, uncertainty flickering across his face.
“It’s okay, Eds,” you whispered as you leaned forwards until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “You can touch me.”
The rings on his fingers dug into your jean-clad thighs when those four little words slipped from your mouth. He didn’t hesitate to touch you. His palms slid slowly over your thighs as he felt your warm breath ghost against the side of his face. Your lips trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses along his cheek before making their way down to his neck, occasionally nipping at his skin.
But you pulled away abruptly the moment his hands wandered beneath your ass.
“Sorry,” he breathed again, his voice small as his eyes blinked rapidly, like he’d done something wrong.
“No need to apologise, baby,” you whispered, your gaze never leaving his. “I’m not mad.”
You trailed a hand up his chest until you reached his face, brushing your thumb softly across his cheek.
“Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable here,” you murmured. “Or do you wanna go to your room?”
His lips parted slightly as he turned your question over in his mind.
“Uh…” he managed after a moment. “Bed, please.”
A smile tugged at your lips.
“Alright, big boy,” you murmured as you slipped off his lap, leaving him unexpectedly cold in the absence of your warmth. Then you reached for his hand and gently pulled him to his feet. “You gonna show me the way?”
Eddie nodded once, then again, as he finally found his footing. His dark brown eyes found yours beneath the warm lights overhead. His body stilled again for a split second before he nodded a third time and led you towards the hallway that connected the entryway to his bedroom.
His long grey curls shifted with the movement when he glanced over his shoulder, only to find your gaze already fixed on him.
Then he finally pushed open the bedroom door.
His trembling fingers reached for the light switches, nervously flicking them on and off again when the room became too bright. He toyed with them for another second before warm amber light finally spilled across the room.
Your gaze drifted across the deep green walls before settling on the painting hanging above the wooden king-sized bed positioned in the centre of the room.
“Take off your shirt,” you murmured absentmindedly, your tone gentle but firm, as you released your hand and stepped further inside.
Eddie dragged a hand through his grey curls, pushing them back from his face as he let out a deep sigh. His ringed fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before tossing it carelessly onto the floor. The soft thud of fabric hitting wood drew your attention back to him.
It was obvious he took care of himself – something a younger version of himself would’ve probably cringed at. He wasn’t ripped, but he was fit enough that the tattoos scattered across his chest had stretched lightly over the years.
“Pants too,” you added, lifting an eyebrow.
He blinked once, then again, before his hands finally dropped to the buckle of his belt.
While his fingers fumbled briefly with the button of his jeans, you crossed the room and sat down on the neatly made bed. Crossing one leg over the other, you leaned back on your hands and let your gaze wander over his body.
His jeans pooled around his feet, the buckle clinking loudly against the wooden floor before he stepped out of them and nudged them aside with his foot. Eddie’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, swallowing a dry lump down his throat while he remained still for a moment longer, waiting for your next instruction.
But you were in no hurry to give one. Instead, your gaze continued its slow journey across the ink scattered over his skin, deliberately ignoring the hard on under his boxers, until it settled on the grim reaper tattooed onto his left thigh.
“C’mere,” you said and you pointed lazily towards the floor as you uncrossed your legs.
Eddie wiped his damp palms against his thighs before stepping closer. Then he stopped, his gaze dropping to the rings on his fingers, and he began curling one absentmindedly as though considering taking it off.
“No,” you said, stopping him before he could. “I didn’t tell you to take those off, did I?”
You tilted your head slightly, your eyebrows drawing together.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
He blinked a few times before finally lowering himself between your legs.
“No, you didn’t,” he whispered, his eyes lifting nervously back to your face.
His cheeks turned pink beneath your gaze, the warmth spreading down his neck and chest until it settled somewhere deep in his stomach. He fidgeted with his fingers, doing his best to ignore the way his cock twitched under the fabric of his boxers.
You tapped your fingers absentmindedly against your leg and licked your lips as you carefully considered your next words.
“Tell me what you want,” you murmured firmly.
Eddie’s entire body went rigid, and his breath caught for a split second. The nervous fidgeting stopped as he wiped his damp palms against his thighs once again.
Warm light spilled softly across his features, turning the silver threads through his curls amber beneath the glow overhead. He looked pretty like this; wide eyes beneath blown pupils, nervous hands twitching against his thighs as he sat back on his heels and looked up at you.
You studied him for a moment, making sure he was alright before reaching for his cheek. His breath hitched when your thumb brushed across his lips, encouraging them to part.
“C’mon,” you murmured softly as you purposefully pressed your thumb found its way back into his mouth. “Answer me.”
“I want you,” he admitted, the words slipping out muffled and unsteady.
A knowing smile tugged at your lips. “I know you can do better than that, baby.”
He swallowed nervously around your digit, his gaze flickering down to your mouth for the briefest moment before returning to your eyes.
“Can I…” he began, only to trail off when you slipped your thumb out of his mouth, and spread his spit across his cheek as you waited patiently. “Can we kiss?”
The words came out barely above a whisper, cracked with nerves, and were followed by a soft sigh when your hand slid from his jaw to the back of his neck. Your fingers threaded gently into his grey curls.
“Of course we can, baby,” you said lowly.
You guided him a little closer, stopping when only a breath separated the two of you.
A mischievous glimmer flashed through your eyes as your gaze dipped briefly to his lips before finding his eyes again. A low, broken sound escaped him when your mouth brushed lightly against his, though you made no move to close the distance completely.
The anticipation was obvious; you could see it in the way his eyes searched yours and in the increasingly uneven rise and fall of his chest.
For a moment, you simply let the tension linger between you.
Then, without warning, you closed the gap. A startled sound escaped him at the sudden movement. His eyebrows lifted in surprise before his eyes finally slipped shut, leaning into the warmth of your touch as the last of the distance between you finally disappeared.
Your tongue delved past his parted lips, exploring his warm mouth with bold, slick strokes. His hands twitched on his thighs before they slid up your legs. His palms hovered hesitantly over your waist before he wrapped his fingers around you, steadying himself. It was too much, too fast – a sharp jolt of electricity racing straight to his covered cock. Another whimper slipped from his throat, airy and desperate, when you pulled back just enough to bite at his lip.
You tightened the grip on his hair before you pulled his head back. Eddie inhaled sharply when you broke away, his lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Your eyes searched for his, a smile tugging at your mouth as you licked your lips. Your gaze pinned him in place, dark and inviting, sending a shiver racing down his spine.
He didn’t care anymore about the age gap – he stopped caring long ago, especially with the grip you had on his hair, and the way you’d completely wrecked him with a dizzying kiss.
“Get on the bed,” you murmured softly as your lips pulled into a mischievous smile. “Back against the headboard, baby.”
You watched Eddie rise up on trembling knees, joints cracking softly, his fingers loosening their grip on your waist as the command echoed in his ears. His swollen lips part, but no words come out.
He swallowed thickly as he walked around the bed, sinking against the headboard. His muscles coiled tight, his knuckles blanched as he gripped the sheets.
The air crackled with tension, heavy with promise. His legs twitched as he spread his thighs, feeling exposed yet aching for more under your firm gaze.
You pushed away from the edge and pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it carelessly somewhere before you turned around towards him. His breath came shallow and faster while his eyes followed your hands to the button of your jeans, his hands twitching while every inch of him yearned to touch you.
The thick silence was interrupted with the metallic sound of you pulling down your zipper before pushing the thick denim down your legs and stepping away from it.
Eddie inhaled sharply when you stepped closer to the bed, sinking your knees into the mattress and crawling over to him. The heat of your body seared through the thin fabric of his boxers when you sat down on his lap, your crotch flush against his hard-on. Anticipation coiled tighter, his stomach fluttering when your hand came up to the back of his neck once again.
“You’re so pretty, Eddie,” you whispered as you scraped your nails against his scalp.
Your eyes trailed down his face, finding his gaze glued to the bra hugging your breasts. The desperate look in his eyes and the erratic way his chest moved up and down let you know he itched to see you without it.
“Take it off for me?” you whispered sweetly and before giving him a contrasting tug at his silver strands when he didn’t immediately react.
Eddie jerked at the sudden pull at his hair, a strangled whimper escaping his lips. With shaking hands, he reached behind you and fumbled clumsily in his haste. The delicate lace fell away, revealing silver skulls hugging your hardened nipples. His eyes drank in the sight, pupils somehow blown even wider while he absentmindedly threw your bra on the ground.
His eyes flickered up to yours for a quick second before they fell down onto the piercings once again.
“Fuck,” he chocked out, his trembling fingers nervously reaching for your tits before halting his hands mid-air.
You leaned further into him, giving him silent approval to touch you. Eddie traced the swell of your breasts reverently, his cold fingertips grazing your sensitive nipples, and his warm rings digging in your skin while he gulped nervously.
“Can I?” he asked softly anyway, his gaze glued to yours while the words slipped his mouth.
“Go ahead, baby,” you murmured softly, a smile tugging at your lips.
Eddie’s other hand snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against him. He arched up, capturing one peaked nipple between his lips, giving it a gentle suck. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes closed, lost in your silky skin and the warm metal clashing against his teeth.
He moaned against your breast when you tugged harshly at his hair, accidentally rolling your hips against his. The friction sent sparks skittering under his skin while he continued lapping and sucking at your pebbled peak.
You rolled your hips against his with each moan that slipped out of your mouth. Eddie’s cock twitched under you, and he let go of your waist to palm your other breast roughly, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds between calloused fingers. He moaned against your skin when his hips twitched once again.
“Please,” he whimpered against your nipple, the word coming out muffled.
“Please what, Eddie?” you murmur as you pulled at his hair until his plush lips popped off your breasts with a soft pop! “I can’t read your mind, dummy. You gotta tell me.”
His chest rose up and down heavily as his gaze trailed up. Furrowed eyebrows and glassy eyes found yours, his mouth hanging low and glistening with spit.
“Want you so bad,” he whispered before licking his lips. “Wanna eat you out.”
The words spilled down, shameless and desperate, sending another wave of slick to seep into your lacy underwear.
“Please.”
“You wanna be a good boy and eat me out?” you said and tilted your head to the side, eyes glued to his.
Not waiting for a reaction, you pulled him into another sloppy kiss, slick tongues brushing against each other. You gave him another harsh pull at his roots before you pulled away from his lap to take off your lacy panties.
“Lay down f’me.”
A shudder raced down Eddie’s spine at your demand, and he scrambled until he laid back. His fingers twitched beside him when you climbed back onto him, a needy whine drawing from his throat when the sight of your glistening pussy hovered above his face. He grabbed your hips, urging you closer until his nose bumped into your swollen clit.
Eddie breathed over your slick heat. His tongue darted out, lapping at you tentatively before he grew bolder and sunk his tongue into your entrance. Low vibrations travelled through you when he groaned desperately when he tasted your slick, his eyes fluttering shut. The coarse white hairs of his bear rubbed against your pussy as he somehow pulled you even closer to his face, licking a greedy line back to your clit.
“You’re doing so well for me, Eds,” you whimpered as you moved your hips against his face, your clit bumping against the tip of his nose. His hand twitched around your thighs before he tightened his grip on you, rings biting sharply in your skin, and a knowing smile momentarily found it way to your face before your lips fell open with another broken moan. “Y-you like it when I give you compliments, hm?”
He whimpered into your slick heat, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes opened in search of yours. He doubled down his efforts when he noticed your mouth hanging low, and grazed his teeth against your clit before harshly sucking on it.
“Wanna be good for you,” he mumbled against your slick folds.
The words were barely more than a whisper, but they still sent warmth rushing through him. A deep blush spread across his cheeks the moment he heard himself say them out loud.
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second. There was no point pretending otherwise anymore. He was completely putty in your hands – the words he’d just spoken echoed in the back of his mind, serving as undeniable proof.
“Fuck, Eddie–” you moaned as you threw your head back. “I-I’m gonna–”
He moaned into your dripping core as you rolled your hips against his face, the sound muffled yet eager nonetheless. He lapped urgently at your cunt, and his fingers twitched around your thighs as he swallowed everything you gave him as you came with a scream of his name.
Eddie peppered tender kisses along your inner thighs, and slowly lifted you to sit on his chest. His beard tickled your overstimulated clit when he did so, a chocked whimper leaving your mouth. His eyes flickered up to your face when the pretty sound rang in his ears.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered before he gulped down.
His eyes flickered back down to your folds as he brought his fingers to your clit, tracing a few lazy circles on it before he slowly dipped one calloused finger in your pussy until only the silver pig on it remained. A groan escaped him as he felt you clench around him.
But then you wrapped your fingers around his hand, and pulled him out of your slick folds.
“No,” you breathed out, your chest moving unevenly as you looked down at him, your eyebrows furrowed.
The ache in his groin bordered on painful, strained fabric doing little to conceal his need.
“It’s my turn now.”
Eddie’s breath came ragged as the words slipped from your mouth, sending a painful ache down his length.
“Please,” he rasped, voice strangled as he failed to catch his breath. “Wan– need to be inside you.”
He fisted his hands at his sides, nails biting into his palms as he fought the urge to grab at you.
“I’m not taking requests anymore,” you murmured firmly, moving further down until you sat between his legs. Your fingers curled around the elastic band of his boxers, and tugged it down achingly slow. “You’re gonna take what I give you.”
Your warm fingertips brushed lightly over his thick thighs, tracing the lines of his tattoos as you slowly made your way up to his hips. Your nails bit gently into his skin, drawing a soft whimper from him before your touch drifted inwards. Almost absentmindedly, you brushed your fingers across the silky skin of his cock.
Eddie was thick, pretty and absolutely desperate; his tip as red and swollen as his bitten lips. Soft, white curls coiled around his base, a result of not trimming himself while he was on the road.
A violent shudder wracked Eddie’s frame at the fleeting contact. He shamelessly arched into your touch as a broken moan spilled from his lips, and his cock throbbed urgently, his pretty tip already glistening with pre-cum.
You spit into your hand before wrapping your fingers around him, giving him a lazy tug as a mischievous smile grew on your lips. Then, you slowly trailed your hand along his length, until your hand closed loosely around his swollen tip, circling your palm on it while spreading his pre-cum around.
After leaning down until your eyes are level with your hand, you flickered your gaze up to his, maintaining eye contact with him as you let a thick drop of spit spill on his cock. You spread it down his length before finally taking him into your mouth. You start bobbing slowly, almost painfully slow, keeping your eyes on his face.
Eddie whined piteously as you manhandled him. He watched you through hooded eyes, enraptured by the sight of you toying with his weeping cock. Your somewhat degrading words from just moments ago still rang in his ears, heightening the heat low in his belly as shame mingled with want in a dizzying cocktail.
The obscene suction, the firmly drag of your spit-drenched palm, the sultry gleam in your eyes – it’s nearly torturous. It made his hips twitch restlessly under you, desperate for you to take him deeper into your throat. But still, he held himself through sheer force of will, submitting wholly to you no matter how cruel you were being.
Eddie stared down at you with glossy eyes, ingraining the view of you lazily sucking his tip into his eyelids.
You were in no rush, and just let the tense knot deep in his stomach tighten until it nearly drove him insane. He dragged a hand through his hair, and tugged firmly at his roots while he kept his gaze glued onto yours. He watched how you pulled back, and slowly licked your lips before you took him back in your mouth again.
“Jesus–” he whimpered, trembling under your touch as you fastened your rhythm ever so slightly. “Please.”
A tiny bead of sweat rolled from his forehead down to the tip of his nose. He kept his eyes glued on you, flickering down to your mouth for a moment while his fell open.
You hummed softly around him before sucking him faster, loosening your grip on his base and gripping his thighs instead. Digging your nails into his milky skin, you pushed yourself lower, taking more of his cock in your mouth.
His breath, already uneven, hitched as shaky gasps fell from his pretty lips while you worked him deeper in your warm, tight throat. Your tongue swirled around his length, drool trickling down to his fuzzy sack, until his brain short-circuited with the visceral sensation of being wanted by someone who knew exactly how to tear him apart – unlike any other girl he’d fucked over the years. You increased your pace, a muffled gag echoing in the room when he accidentally bucked upwards.
“I– mmpff!”
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on the sheets underneath him tightening as he finally came. Warm, sticky ropes of cum trailed down your throat while his hips twitched and his chest heaved in uneven bursts.
He lay there for a moment, legs trembling under your warm hands, breathing in the sweet mix of sweat and spit that hung in his bedroom. Eventually, he forced his eyes open, and looked down at you when he felt you pulling your mouth off him. His cock twitched when you gave him one last hard suck on his tip before letting him fall out from between your lips.
“I-I…” he breathed out, blinking relentlessly as he watched you push yourself upright. “Fuck.”
Ignoring the sticky drop of cum trailing down the corner of your mouth, you sat back on your heels and squeezed his thighs while a knowing smile tugged at your lips.
Without voicing out a warning, you climbed back onto his lap and straddled him. Eddie froze under you, his cock twitching between your folds as you forced him to look up at you. He felt so small under your gaze – a pathetic, tangled spill of ink and frayed nerves kept intact only by your overwhelming presence above him.
Your fingers reached up, sliding into his messy curls and cupped the back of his head. You gave him a sharp tug, holding his gaze glued onto yours.
“You’re gonna give me another one,” you murmured, still smiling down at him. “I don’t care if you’re sensitive, or if you can’t take it; you are giving me another one.”
A breathless, broken oh escaped him, his pupils blowing wide until the warm brown ring around them nearly disappeared. His hands moved on their own accord, reaching for your breasts and tracing the peaked circles of your nipples while you rolled your hips against his.
Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed, his overly sensitive cock twitching under you, as he watched you lean down over him until your breasts were level with his desperate mouth. He moved his lips against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple and clinking against the silver skulls hugging it.
“You like my tits a little too much, don’t you?” you whispered into his ear, and gave his hair another hard tug.
With agonizing slowness, you lifted your hips just enough to slide your free hand between you to grab his cock. You gave him a few lazy tugs, ignoring his broken whimpers and the deep furrow between his brows, and then lined him up with your slit. You pushed down just a tad, just his tip resting inside you. A gasp caught in his throat, his teeth accidentally biting your nipple harder than you’d expected. You choked on a yelp, and your eyebrows pulled into a scowl as you pulled away from him.
“S-sorry,” he quickly breathed out when your nipple fell from his mouth.
You let go of his cock, and let it slap against his stomach as you sat back on his thighs. For a moment, you just sat there and stared at him. Eddie trembled under your hard gaze, fingers twitching beside him.
“You do that again,” you said slowly, “and I’ll walk away.”
Eddie gulped hard and shook his head, mouth falling open only to close again. Then, ever so slowly, he nodded, and whispered another soft sorry.
The begging glimmer in his eyes tightened the knot in your stomach. You stared down at him for a few more seconds before, finally, moving your hips closer to his cock once again.
“Are you gonna behave?” you murmured, and wrapped your fingers around his base.
“Y-yes,” he breathed out.
More than thirty years of singing and smoking, yet his voice had never sounded as rough as it did now.
For a second time, you lined him up with your slit. He blinked rapidly as you pushed down slowly, painfully so. Eddie whined out a sob – loud and pathetic – as you pushed down a little further. You sank your nails in his chest as you slammed down your hips, squirming and panting as he filled you to the brim. And then your mouth is hanging open, a soft gasp escaping you when you give him a small – almost tentative – bounce on his cock. You reached down, curling your fingers around his hands and brought one to your clit, and the other back to your breasts.
Eddie squirms, unable to go anywhere when you lifted your hips and slammed down on him again. You gushed around his cock as he stroked your clit in distracted, almost non-existent circles.
He nearly came again as felt you cinch his cock as you rocked your hips, bouncing up and down.
“F-fuck, you feel so good, Eds,” you breathed out, and nearly fell on top of him before you were able to grab his headboard. His open lips brush against your chest as he choked on another moan, your words ringing in his ears. “You fill me up so well.”
His back arched into you when you started bouncing harder, occasionally clenching hard around him before you lifted your hips again. You laced one of your hands in his hair as you fucked him just hard enough to make his overpriced bed creak and groan. Burying your face in the crook of his neck as you took him, your legs squirmed and muscles tensed as you took every drag of his cock.
“Mmpff!” he whimpered against your chest before he took one of your bouncing tits into his mouth once again. His warm tongue stroked feverishly against your nipple, while his fingers tugged softly at the other.
His toes curled as you clenched around him again. The grip you had on his hair tightened, and you pressed your nails into his scalp – not enough to actually hurt him, but sharp enough that it made his mouth work faster against your nipple.
“I– I’m–” he whimpered as he pulled his mouth away from your breast. “Fuckfuckfuck. Please don’t st– I’m–”
“Yeah?” you breathed out, a dark smile tugging at your lips. “Pretty boy’s gonna cum for me again?”
Eddie groaned in your ear when he felt your slick trailing down to his fuzzy sack, and you tugged harshly at his hair again as you both spilled over. Him a few seconds before you, his loud and broken moans ringing in your ears while he spilled inside you and your pussy milked every drop he had left in him.
“Fuck, Eddie,” you moaned out against his neck. “That’s it, baby, fill me up.”
Your chest heaved as you slowly stilled your hips, and you leaned up to place a kiss on his temple. For a moment, you just stayed like that; hips flush against his, heaving chests touching, milky cum trailing down his balls. Then, like you hadn’t already tortured him enough, you leaned back and watched his face as you wiggled your hips, feeling his softening cock twitch inside you.
“N-no, please,” he cried out, his head throwed back. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut when you did it again, then stilled, and did it once more before stopping altogether.
You licked your lips before a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
Eddie looked absolutely beautiful like this; cheeks red, long white and grey curls splayed messily on the pillows underneath him, inked chest heaving unevenly as he tiredly blinked the forming tears away from his eyes.
Never, in all forty-seven years of his life – and in the more than thirty years he’d spent sexually active – had Eddie ever experienced something quite like this. No fleeting encounter, no one-night stand, had ever managed to turn his brain to mush the way you just had.
Most of his hookups over the last twenty years had been with fans or groupies, just like tonight – yet not a single one of them had ever tried to take the reins from him. Once they’d managed to get him alone, he’d always be the one doing the work. The one paying attention, taking charge, making sure whoever shared his bed for the night left satisfied.
But here you were; the only person who had ever managed to unlock a need in him he hadn’t even known existed.
“No?” you asked, playing dumb, and tilting your head to the side. “Are you tired, old man?”
“I– Jesus, woman,” he exhaled as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. A breathless, disbelieving chuckle escaped him as he looked away for just a second. “You’re killing me, here.”
“Don’t die,” you chuckle, accidentally clenching around him again, and pulling another broken whimper from his lips. “I’m waiting for you guys to announce a new album in the making.”
Eddie took a second to steady his breathing before your words finally sunk in.
A deep, belly-aching laugh escaped him as he shook his head in disbelief at your words, before he winced as he felt you flutter around him again.
You take a deep breath before you lifted your hips and let his softening cock slip out of you. His breath hitched at the movement, tongue swiping over his teeth before he let out a deep exhale. He kept his gaze on you as you scratched your scalp, a soft sigh falling from your lips.
Eddie’s eyes followed you as you moved away from the bed, watching your trembling legs nearly give out beneath you when you reached for your clothes.
“Wait–”
He cut himself off, pushing himself upright until his back rested against the headboard.
“Where–” he shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly. “Don’t go.”
You stilled at his words, one arm already through a sleeve. Slowly, you turned back towards him, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks.
“Uh…” you trailed off softly, blinking a few times as you searched – and failed – for the right words. “What?”
“Stay,” he murmured. “Please.”
“You want me to stay?” you asked, and blinked again before letting out a soft laugh of disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“It’s…” his eyes flickered towards the clock on the nightstand, “nearly five.”
He licked his lips and dragged a tattooed hand through his grey curls before letting out a quiet breath.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Eddie chuckled softly, glancing away for a second before looking back at you.
“And I’m pretty sure I promised you pizza,” he murmured.
His dark brown eyes glimmered beneath the warm amber light as he waited for you to respond.
You licked your lips before swallowing, the sound suddenly too loud in your ears.
Then, as though your body had made the decision before your brain could catch up, the shirt you’d been halfway through putting on slipped from your fingers and fell back to the floor.
“Pizza for breakfast?” you asked with a shy smile as you climbed back into bed.
“After all of that?” he replied dramatically before a scoff escaped him. “Hell, I’ll even let you eat in my fucking bed.”
That earned another laugh from you as you settled beside him, tucking your head into the palm of your hand and looking up at him.
“Pizza in bed?” You raised an eyebrow. “Careful, Munson. You’re gonna make me fall in love with you.”
Eddie opened his mouth, only to close it again. For a moment, he simply looked at you, tired-eyed and warm beneath the glow of the amber light overhead.
Then the corner his mouth twitched.
“Would that be so bad?”
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˚꩜｡a/n pt.2: i nearly gave myself a heart attack when i accidentally clicked somewhere and thought i’d deleted this from my concepts (it went to queue instead), so give me kisses and comments if you came this far
⋆˚꩜｡summary: A quiet kind of jealousy, a night that slips out of control, and something that starts feeling real.
⋆˚꩜｡tags: no y/n, she/her reader, mutual pining, jealousy, insecurity, guided intimacy, slow burn payoff, complicated feelings, shifting power dynamics, inexperienced!reader (not in a dumb/childish way), possessive undertones? (i guess), vulnerable conversations, domestic undertones?, my questionable music taste
⋆˚꩜｡tw: explicit content 18+ (minors are not welcome, go away), graphic descriptions of a makeout sessions (or two), semi-public makeout, grinding, strong language, fingering, underage drinking, weed smoking, cigarette smoking, praise kink undertones (if you squint?), complicated feelings, too many uses of sweetheart (sorry)
⋆˚꩜｡word count: 10.4k+
⋆˚꩜｡a/n: happy xchc sunday! I tried writing this in a more gentle way than compared to sb&mc, i hope i did well??? lemme know whatcha think <3
The weekend had passed faster than it had any right to – two days of hellish, sticky heat, unaddressed grumpiness, and ugly eye bags that refused to fade.
Not that any of it really mattered.
You’d been too busy biting the inside of your cheek until it left dull indentations, lying on Nathalie’s bed as you flipped through a magazine while she worked rollers in your hair – even though you’d never actually agreed to it.
You let her do it anyway; her tight grip and relentless tugging were a welcome distraction from whatever the fuck you’d heard Friday morning.
Words that still echoed in your mind, even when you refused to dwell on them.
Monday had passed pretty much the same way – uneventful, forgettable, not truly worth holding onto.
Even the lingering stares from some of the Hellfire members as you passed them in the halls hadn’t been enough to shake you – or the tight, permanent scowl that had settled on your face.
By Tuesday, something had shifted in the air – whatever it was, it hadn’t gone away entirely, just… quieter, like it had been pushed somewhere further back, where it couldn’t quite reach you the same way.
“Absolutely not,” Nathalie said, the moment she took one look at you. “We are not doing any of that today.”
Her lips pressed into a sharp, hot-pink line, her eyes narrowing with clear annoyance.
“Listen, I love you – you know that, right?” she started, shaking her head at you. “But seriously, I am so over this whole mood of yours.”
Nathalie brought her manicured fingers to her mouth, taking one last drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out under her heel.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” she said after a moment, already narrowing her eyes again. “Or do I have to pull it out of you?”
Your hardened glaze flickered over the grassy football field, taking in the cheerleaders running through a new routine.
You opened your mouth – then closed it again just as quickly.
Nathalie tilted her head. “I won’t be able to give you advice if you won’t tell me what the problem is.”
“Like you ever have any good advice to give, Nat.” The joke landed flatter than you’d expected.
Chrissy Cunningham and Kylie Brookes seemed to be the only girls on the team who got the routine on the first try; the rest were just… a mess. Almost as much as you.
You sighed, finally dragging your gaze back to the blonde sitting opposite you.
“We had a great time Thursday,” you started, eyes dropping to the tiny burn mark she’d left in her blazer. “It was funny, it was sexy, and–”
You groaned, leaning back against the table, elbows braced behind you.
“We talked for hours. About everything,” you added, your fingers twitching with restless energy, “…except that. His stupid, fucking side business – or whatever he calls it.”
Nathalie’s brow lifted. “Is this… is this about what those juniors said on Friday?”
She followed your line of sight, her nose scrunching when she caught a quick flash of Kylie’s underwear peeking out from under her emerald uniform – yikes.
“Listen, I’m not saying you’re being dramatic,” she said as her gaze shifted back to you, “because you’re not, but…”
“But?” you cut in, ignoring the hard stare she shot you.
“You just started seeing each other,” she added, already reaching for her pack again and offering you one. You stared at it for a split second before snatching a cigarette, your scowl settling right back into place.
You didn’t answer, too busy fiddling with the lighter.
Nathalie watched you for a second before she sighed.
“I get why it’s weird,” she said, softer now, though her eyes stayed sharp. “I do. But you can’t expect him to just– what? Drop everything he’s been doing before you showed up?”
“That is not what I’m saying.”
Your jaw tightened as you tried to find the right words.
“I just…” you started, frowning as you tasted the tar on your bottom lip. “I didn’t think there’d be so many people.”
Nathalie let out a quiet huff through her nose, shaking her head.
“Yeah,” she muttered. “Well… I kind of told you that.”
That didn’t help – at all.
Her eyes flicked back to yours, studying your face more carefully this time, a faint smirk tugging at her lips despite herself.
“You like him,” she said, not even as a question.
You didn’t feel the need to respond.
Nathalie’s lips pressed together, something shifting behind her eyes – less teasing now, more thoughtful.
“What’s the actual problem here, babe?”
You sighed, bringing the cigarette back to your lips, and taking a drag a little longer than your lungs could handle.
The scowl on your face softened as you exhaled, giving way to something more uncertain.
“I just don’t like the idea of… not being the only one,” you admitted, quickly bringing the cigarette back to your mouth like it might stop you from saying anything else.
Nathalie’s expression shifted immediately into something… less sharp – but not quite soft.
“Yeah, that’ll do,” she said after a second, tilting her head slightly.
“Don’t start,” you murmured, not looking at her.
“I’m not,” she replied, nudging your knee lightly with hers. “I’m just saying… you don’t get weird about stuff like that unless you actually care.”
“Was that supposed to help? Because it didn’t.”
She snorted, watching you for a second before her eyes narrowed again – not in suspicion this time, but interest.
“So,” she dragged out, “what are you gonna do about it?”
You shrugged too quickly.
Then the hesitation set in.
“He asked me to come to the Hide Out,” you said, like it wasn’t a big deal.
Your gaze drifted back to the field, following the cheerleaders as they spun and moved like nothing else in the world mattered.
Nathalie blinked slowly, letting the silence stretch just a second too long.
“Oh,” she said, just as slow.
Then a grin spread across her face – wide, and a little too unhinged.
“This is going to be so good.”
The rhythmic – and frankly, overly energetic – chanting of the girls in emerald caught your attention.
You watched them move in synchronized jumps, pom-poms snapping through the air in sharp, calculated motions – a small, petty part of you almost impressed that Kylie’s constant yelling had actually paid off.
“I am so going with you.”
Something like quiet dread settled in your chest as Nathalie’s voice pulled you back.
“Oh, God.”
“Please,” she dragged out dramatically. “Please let me choose your outfit.”
You thought about it for a second – longer than you should have – before answering.
“I already know what I’m wearing tonight.”
A few scattered cars sat in the sandy excuse of a parking lot outside the Hide Out, but there was still more than enough space to lose Nathalie’s car among them.
The clinging smell of cigarette smoke hung heavier in the air as the evening heat pressed in with more force.
Nathalie’s eyes dragged over the entrance, taking in the dirty glass set into the door. A worn, half-peeled sticker of the bar’s name clung to it – a sad little reminder that it had seen better days.
The Hide Out was known for… leaving a lot to be desired.
But actually standing there, taking it all in with her own two eyes?
She was less than impressed – especially when her gaze dropped to her carefully put-together outfit, then back to the bar.
“Oh, I hate this already,” she muttered, one brow lifting. “The things I do for you, honestly.”
“I heard they serve underage people.”
Her eyes dropped for a second, like she was trying very hard to look more nonchalant than she actually was.
“You know what?” she said, lifting her head again. “I am so glad I came with you tonight.”
Nathalie didn’t even try to hide her smile as she pushed the door open, tugging you in with her.
The door creaked louder than it should have as your crossed the threshold, and the smell of stale beer and something vaguely resembling roasted peanuts hit you the second you stepped inside.
Eddie had told you to leavy any expectations of something remotely fancy outside – no colourful drinks, no clean floors, no sold-out show like he’d joked about.
And somehow, standing there didn’t feel weird; something about it felt… easy, and familiar.
Like the same kind of warmth you’d been getting used to over the past few days.
The low, warm light behind the bar spread softly across the walls and ceiling, doing a decent job of masking the yellowed layers of cigarette smoke clinging to them – though it did nothing to dull the lingering smell.
A low hum of conversation filled the place, layered with the faint distortion of something generic playing over the radio.
Glass clinked, and someone laughed too loudly near the bar, cutting through the music for a moment before it faded back into the noise.
The few people there were scattered throughout – pressed against the bar, slouched in booths, leaning too close into each other’s space like the air itself demanded it.
Nathalie’s boots dragged across the floor, sticking with every step as she made her way towards the counter.
Her nose scrunched up, and her grip on your arm tightened.
“Oh, ew,” she muttered under her breath, glaring at the floor like it had personally offended her.
You barely heard her, your eyes already scanning the mirror behind who you could only assume was the infamous, underage-serving Loretta.
The soft, yellow summer dress hugging your form looked almost out of place as your gaze caught your reflection.
From across the room, tucked into a shadowed corner, Jeff’s hand curled loosely around his beer as his gaze drifted lazily over the space – until the door creaked open.
His dark brown, almost black, eyes lit with quiet mischief as he nudged Gareth with his elbow, tilting his chin ever so slightly, a smirk already tugging at his lips.
Eddie, seated across from him, caught the movement from the corner of his eye.
He glanced over his shoulder just enough to spot a flash of yellow.
He did a double take, curls bouncing as he turned back again – just to make sure he’d seen it right.
“Oh, c’mon,” Gareth muttered from behind his beer when he caught the way Eddie’s expression lit up instantly. “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?” Eddie asked, almost absentmindedly, his eyes already tracking your movements across the room.
“First the babe in cowboy boots, now a babe in a short dress?”
Jeff had never seen Eddie moved that fast. His head snapped towards Gareth the second the words left his mouth.
“Watch it, asshole,” he scowled.
“Yeah, asshole,” Jeff added with a laugh, lifting his drink. “Watch it.”
Eddie’s gaze found that flash of yellow across the room again, the tip of his tongue brushing over his lip as he let it all sink in: the way you looked a little unsure as you muttered something to Loretta; the soft shake of your head when Nathalie held up her tattered pack of cigarettes–
The way that dress hugged your body just a little too well for his liking.
Especially in a room where more than just his eyes could follow it.
His ringed hand curled tighter around the glass before he lifted it, downing the last of his whiskey in one go.
Then he was already on his feet, making his way over to you.
Nathalie tilted her face away, blowing out a stream of cigarette smoke as her eyes caught a moving flash of black and bouncing curls.
Her gaze snapped back to your face, quick and knowing, as her grip tightened around her vodka coke. She muttered something about sitting down – already stepping past you before you could react.
You raised your brows, turning just in time to watch her blonde hair bounce as she slipped into Eddie’s empty chair like she’d known the other two band members for years.
Your mind had apparently been too stunned by Nathalie’s sudden departure across the room to notice the familiar curls and that dangerously easy grin making its way towards you.
Eddie set his glass down on the counter, flashing Loretta one of his usual winks as he asked for a refill – no ice this time, which was unusual for him, and earned him a brief, unimpressed look from the older woman – before finally turning to you, like he’d only just noticed you standing there.
His eyes lingered on your face for a few seconds, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His brows lifted, disappearing beneath his bangs for a moment before settling again, bringing a knew kind of glimmer to his eyes.
“You came,” he murmured, his gaze still tracing your features like he was taking them in for the first time.
“Of course I came,” you whispered back, your fingers tightening slightly around your glass.
“Thought you might’ve stood me up,” he said, taking a quick sip before setting the glass back down. “Not exactly the kind of scene girls like you get lost in.”
“Girls like me?”
His mouth twitched into a smirk, like he knew he’d said just enough to get a reaction.
“Oh, you know,” he said, leaning in just a fraction, his voice dropping. “All… pretty like this. Like you actually belong somewhere better than this.”
Your grip tightened slightly around your glass.
You let your gaze drift briefly across the room before meeting his eyes again.
“Yeah, well,” you took a small sip, just enough for a little courage, already shrugging as your next words slipped out, “I was actually thinking of making it my scene.”
You licked your lips briefly, like the motion might help push your next words out.
“But only if you’d like that.”
There, you’ve said it – clear enough to hint at what you actually meant, but vague enough not to weigh the air between you down too much.
Eddie stilled for a split second, his hand coming up to his hair like playing with it might somehow hide the faint flush creeping across his cheeks.
“Well–”
He didn’t get too far; Gareth’s hand smacked against his shoulder before his arm slung around it, pulling him back just slightly.
“You ready to perform, big boy?”
Eddie shot Gareth an exasperated look, muttering something about giving him a second.
The drummer just smirked, clapping a hand against Eddie’s shoulder again before winking at you as he pushed himself away.
“I…” Eddie trailed off, his eyes flickering back to yours before settling somewhere just below them, along your cheek. “Can we talk about this after the set?”
He winced the second the words left his mouth.
“That sounded bad– it’s not, I promise. I just… I want us to–”
You squinted at him, trying to piece together what he was trying to say – and failing completely at it.
“You want us to…?”
“Not rush it,” he settled on, quieter now. He nodded once, then again, like he’d finally landed on the right words.
Eddie dragged his ringed hand through his hair, wincing slightly when a strand caught on one of them.
He glanced over his shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh when he caught Jeff’s raised brow.
“Please stay,” he whispered, afraid he’d scared you off, and then turned towards the makeshift stage.
“Oh, we’re so staying,” Nathalie’s voice rang out from behind you. “I’m curious now.”
Her eyes drifted to the three boys, catching the way Gareth’s gaze lingered a little too long on Jeff, and the knowing smile Jeff returned.
Eddie slung the strap of his guitar over his head, taking a second longer than usual to adjust it on his shoulder.
His fingers brushed the steel strings, almost hesitantly – like something was holding him back from slipping into that easy, rockstar persona he usually fell into.
He wasn’t just playing for the same five drunks tonight; and while he’d usually light up at the sight of more people sticking around for their screeching set, a slow, unfamiliar nervousness crept under his skin instead.
He swallowed it down and forced it away.
Then gave Gareth a sharp nod – the usual signal to start counting off.
You didn’t expect the first note to hit that hard – which was a little ridiculous, considering you knew exactly the kind of music they liked to play, but still.
The first punchy, single riff tore through the space, distortion buzzing in its wake, followed by the powerful, galloping rhythm of Gareth’s drums rattling the walls, and Jeff’s bass grounding it all beneath.
And just like that, Eddie found his footing again – losing himself in the raw, expressive freedom bleeding through the lyrics.
“Okay,” Nathalie started beside you, then paused, blinking a little too hard towards the back of the stage. “Okay, wait.”
You barely heard her, too occupied with the hypnotizing way he handled his guitar.
The hesitation you’d seen earlier had vanished completely, replaced by something sharper, louder – something that pulled at you without asking.
“…I can see it now,” she muttered under her breath, a little more impressed this time, though she quickly tried to mask it with a casual sip of her drink.
You didn’t bother looking at her – nor would Eddie let you, not with the way his head tilted slightly forwards, messy curls falling around his face, his fingers pressing the strings against the frets with practiced ease.
Your hand curled a little too tightly around his wrist the moment he set his guitar down on its stand, pulling him towards the short hallway leading to the bathrooms.
Eddie was too stunned to pull away, letting himself be dragged along to the closest space that could offer even a hint of privacy.
The pounding of your heartbeat echoed loudly in your ears, but you ignored it, tightening your grip on your wrist as you pushed open the bathroom door without sparing a glance at the sign.
The moment it clicked shut behind him, you turned on your heel and grabbed his face with both hands – with a little too much force – pulling him down as your lips crashed against his.
His brows shot up beneath his bangs, a surprised mmpff! slipping from his lips before he melted into it, eyes closing as he let himself get lost in the weight of your mouth against his.
Your hands stayed firm on his face, fingers pressing into his cheeks as you let your urgency set the pace.
Eddie’s fingers came up, curling around your wrists to ground himself, before sliding down to settle at your hips, his grips tightening.
And just like that, you pulled him closer, pushing his back against the door with a dull thud as you deepened the kiss – your lips moving against his with more control now.
He let out a quiet breath against your mouth when your tongue brushed against his lower lip.
Your lips parted his, the movements of your tongue quick and intent as the kiss deepened, pulling him into your pace without hesitation.
The soft sound of a generic rock song playing over the radio drifted into the bathroom, its steady rhythm a stark contrast to the urgency you’d settled into.
The background noise bled into the thick air that settled between you, muffled beneath the quiet groans Eddie couldn’t quite hold back. His grip tightened at your hips, a sharp breath slipping past his lips as he tried to keep up with you – with the way you were setting the pace, not giving him a second to think.
His bangs brushed you for the briefest moment when he broke off the kiss, his forehead resting against yours – not because he wanted to, but because he had to, his lungs demanding air. Eddie’s lips were flushed now; a glistening shade of pink that somehow made him look even hotter than he had on stage.
“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he muttered under his breath, his chest still rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. “I…”
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, Eddie?” your whispered, brushing your nose against his.
“Says you,” he murmured, brows pulling together as his fingers tightened at your hips. “Walking in here tonight… in that fucking dress.”
He shifted his weight, squeezing his eyes shut like looking at you was somehow too much, his tongue dragging over his lips as he tried to find the right words.
“You drive me absolutely insane,” he whispered, like saying it any louder might scare you away.
His hands slid down the small of your back, settling there as his fingers took a handful of your ass over the fabric.
Then he pushed himself off the door, guiding you back with him until your steps hit the tiled floor of one of the stalls, the door clicking shut behind you both.
The space felt smaller the second the door shut behind him, your uneven breaths only making it worse.
His hands stayed where they were, fingers still digging into your covered flesh. He let himself tighten his grip just a fraction more, drawing in the soft groan that slipped past your lips as he did.
Your brows pulled together in need as you tilted your head up, searching for his mouth again – this time, he met you halfway.
Eddie pulled your chest flush against his, his lips parting yours in the same way you had done moments before.
His tongue slid into your mouth, smooth and slick, as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
A faint sound of the bathroom door shifting echoed against the tiles, but neither of you noticed – too wrapped up in each other to care.
Your hand slid down from his face to his chest, pressing him back against the stall door as the kiss broke again, your lips finding the warm skin of his neck instead.
Eddie’s breath hitched the second you did it, his head tilting back against the wood with a quiet, shaky exhale he didn’t quite manage to hold in.
Your lips moved slower this time, deliberate, lingering over the rapid pulse beneath his skin.
His grip tightened on you, fingers pressing harder like he needed something to hold onto – something to steady himself against the way you were undoing him.
“Jesus, fuck…” he breathed, the words slipping out almost absentmindedly.
The space seemed to shrink even more, filled with the shaky groans leaving his lips, echoing faintly against the tiles until they blurred into the distant music.
Your lips sucked at a sensitive spot, drawing a sharper breath from him, the sound slipping out louder this time before you softened it with a slow pass of your tongue, easing the bruise you’d just left behind.
The heavy sound of boots clicking against the surprisingly clean bathroom floor cut through the space, masking Eddie’s uneven breaths.
“This is not a place to be making that kind of noise, son.”
The unfamiliar voice slicing through the thick, heated air made Eddie’s stomach drop – but it did little to stop you, your lips still pressed to his neck, unwilling to let the moment go just yet.
Eddie’s grip on you faltered for a second before returning to your ass, his grip on you noticeably less intense now.
He swallowed hard, a lump catching in his throat as he heard the bathroom door open and shut again somewhere behind you.
You brushed your nose softly against his skin before pulling away from his neck, taking in the faint trace of his cologne beneath the dried sweat of his performance.
Something hard shifted against your belly as you leaned back just enough to look at him properly.
His hair was slightly flattened where it had pressed against the stall door, his face flushed into a darker shade of pink than before.
His ringed hand slid up, fingers curling at the back of your neck as he pulled you closer again, resting his forehead against yours.
“I…” he trailed off, his chest rising and falling faster than he could keep up with.
Another dry lump found its way to the back of his throat, but that one was pushed away just as quickly as he had done the first one.
“My uncle’s working tonight,” he whispered, his fingers threading into your hair.
You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, catching the dilation of his pupils beneath heavy lids.
Your tongue dragged slowly across your bottom lip as you took in the state you had left him in.
“You think their instruments would fit in Nathalie’s car?” you murmured, something sharper glinting behind your eyes.
The noise of the Hide Out still rang faintly in your ears by the time the trailer door shut behind you – but it didn’t follow you inside.
Instead, the soft sound of fingers flicking through endless vinyl sleeves filled the quiet.
The cold linoleum pressed against your knees as you sat back on your heels in front of the collection Eddie and his uncle had built over the years.
Eddie leaned against the kitchen counter that separated the space from the living room, taking in the sight of your dress hitching up your thighs as you shifted, pulling your legs to the side in search of something more comfortable.
He’d let you choose a record while he poured you both a drink.
And if he’d pulled something from Wayne’s cabinet – the kind usually preserved for special occasions – he’d never admit it.
“You find anything interesting?” he mumbled, catching himself getting a little too distracted by the pretty sight in front of him.
You hummed softly, absentminded, your fingers still flicking through the sleeves until you clicked your tongue against your teeth.
“Yeah… I think so,” the words came out a little unsure.
You gently nudged an album free from the crate, taking in the soft, pastoral greens of Distant Light.
The Hollies weren’t a band Eddie reached for often – even less than something like Golden Earring – and it leaned far more towards Wayne’s quieter, more easy-going taste.
Still, a faint, almost proud smirk tugged at his lips anyway.
“This one okay?” you asked, glancing back at him. “Don’t think I know this one.”
Eddie wrapped his hands around the two glasses as he moved around the counter towards you. He set them down on the small coffee table behind you before stepping closer, hunching slightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
He hummed softly near your ear, the ends of his curls brushing against your cheek as his face grazed yours, both of you taking in the painted details of the cover.
“It’s a…” he started, a little unsure, trailing off before pushing the words out anyway. “It’s a very intimate album.”
You turned your head slightly to get a better look at him. “Yeah?”
“Quite romantic,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on the tiny details of your face. “A little nostalgic. Grounding, if I remember correctly.”
He slowly straightened, gently taking the album from your hands before placing it on the record player. You stayed where you were for a moment longer, taking in the easy silence that settled around you.
Once the needle dropped, he turned back to you, offering his hand to help you up.
The gentle, bright opening of the piano filled the space, and was followed by the reflective, wistful lyrics that settled softly around you.
Eddie’s hand felt warm against yours as he nudged you towards the couch. He sat down first, then pulled you gently onto his lap. Your arm curled around his neck as you settled, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of it.
He hummed quietly along to the song, his eyes drifting over your face again, his lips settling into a soft smile. His thumb brushed lightly against your thigh as he took in the way the low glow of the kitchen light spread across your features.
The arrangement felt almost optimistic, a gentle brightness in the piano as it wrapped around steady rhythms – a stark contrast to the harsher, more pensive lyrics. Eddie let Allan Clarke’s voice fill the space between you for a moment longer, carefully choosing his words.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he settled on, the words coming slower this time. “I don’t want to rush this.”
His fingers tightened slightly where they rested on you, his breathing just a little off from the calm the music tried to settle into the room.
You let out a soft breath, focusing on the warmth of his hand against your thigh for a moment longer before dropping your gaze – only to find his again.
“I don’t want to rush either,” you murmured, your fingers still absentmindedly tugging at his curls.
You licked your lips, turning the words over in your head, unsure if this was the right moment to bring it up.
“I just… don’t really know how to deal with it.”
“With what?” he asked, his brows pulling together.
“With that whole thing, you know?”
Eddie turned your vague words in his head, tilting it just slightly like it might help him piece them together.
You took in his confusion and let out a small, shaky breath.
“I heard two juniors talking about you on Friday,” you started, your gaze drifting past his shoulder – landing on Wayne’s mug collection like it might somehow make this easier. “About your, uh… business.”
Eddie bit the inside of his cheek before slowly opening his mouth. “What about it?”
Your fingers stilled in his hair, your jaw tightening just a fraction as you hesitated – not because you didn’t want to say it, but because you didn’t know how to do it without ruining whatever this was.
“They were talking about you like…” you trailed off, your voice quieter, more careful now.
Your gaze fixed on the Garfield mug that stood out among the others, your head shaking faintly like the words didn’t make sense anymore.
“I just don’t know where it leaves me.”
Eddie didn’t say anything right away.
The soft hum of the record filled the space between you instead.
His hand stilled where it held you, his gaze dropping for a second as your words replayed in his head. Then his grip on your thigh tightened – not sudden, and not forceful either – just enough to pull you a little closer against him.
“Listen, Sweetheart,” he started slowly, still searching for the right words as his hand came up to your face, tilting it gently back towards him.
“I won’t lie, this–” he continued, gesturing faintly between the two of you, “scares the shit out of me.”
His eyes dropped to your lips for a second before flicking back up to meet your gaze.
“But I am serious about this,” he murmured, his cheeks warming up under your gaze. “I’d stop. If that’s what you need.”
Eddie watched how your brows pulled together when his words finally sank in, making something softer flicker behind your eyes.
“I don’t want to be the reason you change everything,” you murmured. “But then again… I don’t think I’d be okay with it either.”
You let out a small, frustrated breath.
“And that feels… unfair.”
The muted opening of the electric guitar in Pull Down the Blind filled the space when neither of you dared to speak. The bass settled into its steady groove, followed by Clarke’s compact, intimate delivery.
Your eyes drifted back to the ridiculous Garfield mug, while Eddie’s dropped to the condensation trailing down the untouched glasses.
His chest rose in a slow, steady inhale against yours.
“It doesn’t,” he whispered, his gaze following a drop until it slipped from the glass and disappeared against the tabletop underneath it. “It’s how I felt when you…”
He didn’t need to finish.
You already knew what he meant – or rather, who.
That pulled your gaze back to him, and you saw how a faint scowl tugged at Eddie’s features, his eyes distant – like he’d drifted somewhere else entirely. This time, you reached for him. your hand came up to his face, gently guiding it back towards yours. He blinked once, then again, his gaze slowly settling on yours.
Your thumb brushed gently along his cheek.
“Hey,” you whispered. “Don’t go there.”
You caught a faint reflection of yourself in his dark eyes as you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
His hand mirrored yours, and came up to your face, holding you there – like he was afraid you might pull away too soon.
Eddie exhaled softly against your lips, his mouth still resting against yours for a lingering second before he finally let you go.
“Please, stay,” he murmured quietly.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered back. A sneaky glimmer flickered in your eyes as a fleeting thought crossed your mind. “Can’t, really. You drove me here.”
That pulled a chuckle out of him, along with a quick drag through his hair. He glanced away for a second, shaking his head like he couldn’t quite believe it.
“You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered under his breath, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
Your lips tugged into a soft, cheeky smile.
“Very lucky,” you whispered, still grinning, as you leaned in and pulled him into another kiss – slower this time, lingering.
It was one of those soft, slow kisses where only your lips moved against each other – until it wasn’t.
Eddie’s hand returned to your thigh, his grip tightening just slightly as he pulled you closer.
Your hand stayed on his flushed cheek, angling his face to deepen the kiss, your lips pressing more firmly against his until they parted for you.
When you pulled away again, after one last flick of your tongue against his, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes still closed.
“Take me somewhere more comfortable,” you murmured softly.
His eyes searched yours for any hesitation or second-guessing but found none.
“Okay,” he whispered back, trying – and failing, badly – to hide the cheeky grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Before you knew it, one hand slid to your back while the other tightened around your thigh, and with the practiced ease of someone who’d spent years hauling amps, he hoisted you over his shoulder. Eddie ignored your soft complaints – they had no bite to them anyway – and just chuckled as he carried you towards his room.
He pushed the bedroom door open and crossed to the bed, dropping you onto it with little care before disappearing into the hallway again.
When he returned, he held your two glasses in one hand, the other brushing through his hair. His steps faltered as he crossed the threshold. He leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight in front of him.
You – in that infuriating dress he liked a little too much – stretched out on his bed while the music still drifted through the trailer.
“What?” you mumbled when you noticed he’d been staring a little too long.
You rolled onto your side, propping your head up as your hand tucked under your chin.
Eddie pressed his lips together, his tongue brushing over them as his gaze stayed fixed on you.
“Nothing,” he said, pushing himself off the doorframe. He passed you one of the glasses as he stepped closer.
His ringed hand lingered just a second too long as you took it, a quiet hum leaving you in response.
He tipped his own glass back for a small sip before setting it down on his cluttered nightstand, then sat down beside you.
“You gonna make some room, or…” he teased, eyeing the way you’d claimed the middle of his bed.
“Depends,” you murmured, licking your lips. “You planning on behaving?”
“Won’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep,” he replied, watching you as you shifted back to make room.
You just hummed in response, your gaze flicking across his face before drifting lower, tracing the line of his neck, and landing on the magenta bruise you’d left behind earlier that night.
You took a slow sip of your drink, your eyes lingering on his milky skin just a moment longer.
“You let all your… students mark you like that?” you mumbled, your voice tightening at the end as something uncomfortable settled in your chest.
Eddie didn’t answer right away, too busy watching you, his tongue dragging slowly over his lips.
“Only the pretty ones,” he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “The ones who buy dresses with me in mind, y’know?”
You hummed, taking another sip of your drink as you held his gaze.
“Good,” you settled on. “Wouldn’t want to be just anyone.”
“Believe me, Sweetheart,” he said, brow arching as that smirk lingered. “You’re not just anyone.”
Eddie gently took your glass from your hand, setting it beside his before shifting to lie next to you.
“C’mere,” he whispered, his hand finding your thigh again.
His warm fingers traced slow, sweet nothings on the skin where the fabric of your dress couldn’t reach, lingering there for a moment before drifting up, finding its way just beneath the hem.
Your breath hitched as warmth spread beneath his fingertips.
“This okay?” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed softly against your forehead, pressing a gentle kiss there.
You swallowed, your voice quieter when it came. “Yeah.”
You tipped your head back just enough to catch his lips with yours.
His grip tightened slightly at the feel of your breath against his skin, a soft exhale passing between you before his hand drifted lower again. His fingers curled beneath your thigh as he guided your leg over his, drawing your body closer while you pulled him in a deeper kiss.
Eddie’s hand paused, like he was checking in again without having to ask.
But you just curled your fingers around his wrist, and guided him back where he’d touched you just now, under your hem. At the same time, your socked foot pressed lightly against the back of his leg, nudging him closer.
“I said it was okay,” you murmured, pulling back just enough for the words to leave your lips.
The rings of his fingers had warmed up by now, but they still felt cool against your skin as he hardened his grip on your thigh.
Eddie had learned over the past few days that he liked having his hands on you – your thighs, your hips, anywhere he could reach. He liked the way the warmth of your skin settled into his palms, and the soft, shaky breaths that slipped past your lips whenever his grip tightened just a fraction too much.
What he liked even more was the way he could tilt his head just enough to deepen the kiss, leaning in slowly, and let his tongue brush against your lips before he forced them open for easy access.
He was an easy man – so when his shoulders started to protest from holding himself up, he didn’t think twice of letting his fingers dug a little deeper into you as he shifted, rolling onto his back and taking you with him. You were still half on your side, your leg draped over his, but now your chest rested flush against his, your bodies settling together in the new position.
The kiss followed, fast now but no less intent, his slick tongue moving against your with an ease that felt practiced – familiar, like he’d already learned exactly how to meet you there.
The soft static of the needle lifting from the record player went unnoticed, lost somewhere behind the soft huffs leaving from Eddie’s mouth.
You pressed your lips a little firmer against his, following the rhythm he’d shown you before – familiar now, almost instinctive.
But then you caught him off guard when you pulled back just enough before catching his lower lip between your teeth, tilting your head slightly back as you tugged – not enough to hurt, just enough to make him follow – before letting it slip free again.
Eddie’s breath stuttered at that, his chest rising up and falling in an uneven rhythm he couldn’t quite steady.
When you opened up your eyes, his were already on you – dark, unfocused, watching you like he was trying to keep up with something he didn’t quite control anymore.
Your hand slid from his chest to his face, fingers pressing lightly into his cheeks as you guided him back to you. His lips parted easily – just like you’d hoped for.
You didn’t look away as your lips curled around his tongue, not even when you’d started bobbing your head up and down as you let your own slick tongue brush against his in the process.
The warm, pink flush crept back across Eddie’s cheeks, his brows slowly drawing tighter as he took in the sight in front of him – you, doing exactly what he’d done to you last Thursday.
You kept sucking on his tongue, with more precision and rhythm than necessary, like you were testing how far you could take it before he broke down.
But he didn’t stop you – he wouldn’t dare.
No one had ever made him feel this way – not with the way his breath hitched, soft groans spilling from his lips as a drop of spit rolled down his chin and onto his shirt.
Somewhere along the open kiss, his grip on your thigh had faltered, his fingers loosening until they only brushed against your skin. The second he noticed, his fingers tightened again, pulling you back into him, into another kiss that felt a little less controlled than the last.
His lips were swollen now, his jaw aching faintly from the constant movement, but it didn’t stop him as he shifted, guiding you onto your back.
His elbow planted beside your head to steady himself, while the hand on your thigh drew your leg higher, holding you closer against him.
Eddie gave a tentative roll of his hips against yours, the sturdy, coarse material of his black jeans doing little to dull the pulsing pressure behind his zipper.
A quiet whimper slipped from his lips at the movement, low and shaky, and you weren’t far behind him, your own breath catching as it echoed softly through the room. His hand stayed firm on your thigh, guiding you slowly to the rhythm he’d set, though the shaky groans slipping from his mouth made it obvious he was losing whatever control he still had left.
“This is not exactly…” he trailed off, forcing down a swallow as he buried his face against your neck. “Not rushing. You gotta tell me to stop.”
You moved your hips the same way he had done just now, swallowing a lump of your own.
“What if I don’t?” you whispered back.
The sound that left his lips was somewhere between a groan and a shaky whimper.
He pressed himself closer to your neck, his lips finding your skin again in sucks that had lost whatever patience he’d been trying so hard to hold onto.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his brows pulling together. “You can’t just say shit like that, not in this dress.”
A shaky chuckle slipped from you at the way he sounded almost genuinely tortured by it, and you angled your head just enough to catch the corner of his mouth with yours again.
The hand closest to your head shifted just enough for his fingers to slip into your hair, softly tugging at the roots when that shaky chuckle reached his ears.
It caught you off guard. One second you’d been too busy thinking of something clever to say back, and the next he’d pulled a surprised little sound from the back of your throat when his fingers pulled just slightly.
Your hand found the one still gripping your thigh, your nails pressing softly into his skin when he gave another soft pull, and words stopped mattering after that. Instead, you answered him by rolling your hips against his again, chasing more of that fraction he’d showed you.
“You sure?” he mumbled, his voice trembling faintly against the side of your neck where his lips still lingered. “Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
His fingers slowly loosened from your hair so he could brace himself properly, pushing back just enough to take you in. Your lips were swollen, your brows softly drawn together, your throat bobbing as you tried to swallow around the dryness that had settled there.
You licked your lips when your eyes met his, then wrapped your hand around his wrist and guided it away from your thigh, closer to your underwear.
“Please, Eddie,” you whispered, your chest rising even faster than it had only seconds before. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Hearing those six little words leave your mouth stripped away the last of his restraint, giving way to something dangerously close to desperation.
Eddie crashed back into your lips like he needed them to breathe, his mouth moving against yours with a new kind of urgency.
His tongue brushed against your lower lip in that now familiar way that made your stomach tighten before he parted your lips just enough to deepen the kiss again.
The hand you’d been holding moved closer until his fingers found the soft, wet cotton of your underwear, warmth spreading beneath his touch as his fingertips moved slowly up and down until the fabric stuck against you.
He spread your slick until it ruined your panties, his fingertips bumping against your clothed clit until he finally had enough, finally letting a finger curl around the sodden fabric to push it aside.
Eddie pulled away from your mouth, his gaze dropping to your glistening pussy as he took in how pink and swollen he’d gotten you, just from a few kisses and a few soft touches.
His thumb found your clit, brushing soft circles across the swollen nub, like he was still carefully testing how far he could let himself go, while the rest of his fingers splayed gently on your belly.
“I– fuck, Eddie,” you let out, a little shakier than you’d expected.
He left out a shaky whimper of his own when he lifted his head and took in the way your brows had pulled tightly together, the soft fabric of your dress and bra doing little to hide your hardened nipples.
Soft exhales and shaky whimpers kept slipping past your lips as his thumb continued moving in slow circles against your clit, the pressure gradually deepening as he slowed down his movements until stopping altogether. His fingers didn’t go too far, just enough to pull your panties down your legs before returning to you.
His thumb slipped away from your clit as his middle and ring fingers slid up and down your wet folds, spreading your sticky slick until his fingertips caught your entrance.
You felt his fingertips hesitate for the briefest second before they slowly curled, tracing the soft hollow. He pushed his ring finger slowly in, letting you taint his skin as he did so.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Eddie’s teeth worried at his lower lip hard enough to leave it red, trying to keep himself from spiralling as another moan slipped out from beneath him.
Your cheeks warmed even more at the words that slipped from his mouth, the knot low in your belly tightening hard at the sound of them.
“Is– is that…” you trailed off, your brows pulling together as embarrassment flooded through you. “Bad?”
“Fuck, no, Sweetheart,” Eddie whispered back, sounding just as affected as you felt. His finger kept moving in and out of you in a soft rhythm. “I fucking love the way you respond to me.”
He angled his thumb back to your clit, softly circling it with each gentle thrust of his finger as he took in the way your hips buckled against his hand. Eddie slowly pulled his sodden finger out of your pussy, just so he could add a second one to stretch you open. He relished in the way your tight walls fluttered around his digits, pulsing in need, while slick drops rolled down to his knuckles.
Eddie curled his finger inside you, hitting that sweet, hidden spot that made you see stars, your hips buckling against his hand. His fingers kept gliding in and out of your slick heat at a torturously slow space that made your brows pull tighter and tighter together.
“More, Eddie,” you moaned shakily as you forced your heavy eyes open, taking in the way his curls had fallen around his face, the flush spreading from his cheeks down the length of his neck, and the slow bob of his Adam’s apple as he looked down at you.
“Yeah?” he murmured back, wetting his lips as his gaze lingered on your sparkling, heavy eyes before slowly drifting down to your slick heat. “You want more, Sweetheart?”
Gradually, he began to increase his speed, his fingers pumping in and out of you with the same urgency as your request. He angled his hand just right, hitting that sensitive spot again, and again, with each thrust.
“That’s it, baby” he mumbled almost absentmindedly as his eyes kept staring at his relentless assault on your pussy, his fingers moving faster and faster, driving you towards the edge with the steady rhythm he had set.
Your hips bucked against his hand, seeking more of his touch, his fingers pumping into you with a renewed vigour. Eddie added a third finger, slowly stretching you wider, and filling you deeper as his thumb continued rubbing firm circles on your clit until you were a babbling, moaning mess.
“You gonna cum for me, Sweetheart?”
He curled his fingers, hitting all the right spots as he pushed you closer, and closer to the edge.
Eddie soaked in every moan slipping past your lips as each thrust of his fingers pulled something louder out of you. And with the way you trembled under him, looking up at him like that, he knew he had you completely undone.
Ever the people pleaser, he barely cared that his clothed dick wasn’t getting any relief – not when the sight of you tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut was enough to completely undo him anyway.
With another curl of his fingers, and a particular hard thrust, your pussy clenched tight around him, squelching sounds filling the space, as your body shook and trembled.
“That’s it, atta girl,” he mumbled as he leaned in for a quick kiss before pulling away again, unwilling to miss the way your face twitched as you clenched hard around his fingers, until you finally tipped over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Eddie worked you through your climax, drawing out your pleasure until you felt like a boneless, quivering mess.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, all wet and sticky, bringing them to his lips to lick off your essence with a shaky moan.
You let your thigh slip from where it had been hooked around his hip, a shaky breath leaving you as you did.
When you finally forced your eyes open, you were met with the heavy sight of Eddie already watching you, his tongue dragging one last time against his tainted fingers.
“I…” you trailed off, your thoughts now closer to a puddle than anything useful. “Fuck, Eddie.”
“Yeah?” a soft, knowing smirk tugged at his mouth as his gaze flicked over your swollen pussy one last time before settling on your eyes again.
Then he leaned in again, kissing you hard enough to steal the rest of your breath – the lingering taste of your slick still warm on his tongue. Eddie kissed you like a starved man, all teeth and tongue, as he grabbed your hips to pull your soaked, twitching pussy against his rock-hard dick. He ground against you, letting you feel how hard you made him, how desperate you made him feel.
“You feel that, Sweetheart?” he mumbled against your lips. “How you make me feel?”
You brushed your forehead against his and let your hand trail down his thigh, but before you could get any further, his ringed fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, stopping you.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, his brows pulling together like stopping you physically pained him. “That’s enough firsts for tonight.”
A second passed, and Eddie’s cheeks somehow flushed even warmer.
“I– I mean…” he mumbled, suddenly far too aware of himself. “Uh…”
That pulled a tired chuckle out of you.
“Yeah,” you murmured softly. “You were the first to… do that.”
Eddie slowly wet his lips, his eyes drifting across your face before darting away again. His throat felt suddenly too tight, too dry, and without thinking too hard about it, he reached for one of the glasses on the nightstand and tipped it back in one go, pretending the rum didn’t burn on the way down.
He set the empty glass aside and let his gaze wander aimlessly around the room like he’d become too nervous to look at you directly after your confession.
“You, uh…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “You wanna borrow something to sleep in?”
Your hand came up to cradle his cheeks, gently pulling his attention back to you.
A soft, exhausted smile tugged at your lips before you leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth.
“Yes, please,” you answered quietly.
He nodded once, and then again.
Finally, he pushed himself off the bed and crossed the room towards his closet, pulling out something clean for you to wear.
But the second he turned back around, his steps slowed.
Your hair was completely wrecked now, your legs still twitching faintly as you sat upright on his bed, and there was something dazed about the way you looked at him – still wrecked, and a little drunk off him.
Eddie stood there for a second longer than necessary, his grip tightening around the clothes before loosening again as he handed them over.
“I, uh…” he mumbled, his brain visibly short-circuiting when he caught a quick glance of your glistening pussy when you moved again. “I’ll…”
He swallowed hard, trying to gather whatever coherent thought he still had left.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, almost nervously this time. “I need a joint.”
You laughed quietly under your breath at the way his words kept failing him, his hand – the same one that he’d buried in you just moments ago – dragging helplessly through his hair.
“Go roll your joint, Munson,” you murmured teasingly as you slipped off the bed, the change of clothes he’d handed you hanging loosely from your fingers.
Eddie watched you stand for maybe a second too long before forcing himself to look away with a muttered curse under his breath.
The linoleum floor creaked softly beneath your socked feet as you disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a quiet click.
The second the door closed, you finally let yourself take a proper breath now that the air around you wasn’t nearly as thick as it had been in his room.
Meanwhile, Eddie dropped heavily into the chair at his desk, elbows resting against the hard surface as he let out a long breath through his nose, trying to steady his heartbeat.
Didn’t even come close to normal.
He dragged both hands down his face before reaching for the little tin shoved beneath the pile of cassette tapes. His silver rings clicked softly together as he pulled out a paper and pinched some weed between his fingers, trying to focus on the familiar routine instead of the fact that you were only a few feet away, changing into his clothes.
It didn’t help that his room still felt thick with you even after you’d left it.
By the time you stepped back out, Eddie already had an unusual, horribly rolled joint hanging from the corner of his mouth while he leaned back in the chair, trying – and completely failing – to look normal and composed.
The fabric of his tank top hung loosely from your frame as you wandered back into the living room, still needing a few more seconds of cool air.
You still felt that soft throbbing between your legs when you crouched in front of the vinyl crate again, your movements softer now that the tension around you had settled into something quieter.
The trailer felt lighter than it had nearly an hour ago. A warm amber glow spilled from the kitchen light while the faint ticking of the clock above the entrance filled the silence as your fingers drifted lazily through the records.
The faint smell of weed followed down the hallway just as you settled on another sleeve, the soft crackle of the joint blending into the quiet when you lowered the needle onto the record.
You stood up again and slowly made your way back down the hall, stopping in the bedroom doorway just as Eddie had done earlier.
Your gaze drifted towards him, taking in the soft pink flush that still refused to leave his cheeks while his lips closed around the paper filter. His chest still rose and fell a little too fast, but he looked calmer now – softer somehow.
Smoke curled lazily through the room in pale blue-grey ribbons, thickening the air in an entirely different way than before.
Eddie’s gaze finally lifted from whatever nothingness he’d been staring into, immediately settling on you instead – on the way his tank top hugged your breasts, your nipples softly peeking from underneath the fabric, and how the loose waistband of his boxers resting around your hips.
“Hey there,” he said after swallowing around the dryness in his throat.
Then he extended his arm towards you, offering his hand.
The dark, almost comically narrative of Warren Zevon’s voice drifted softly from the living room, the steady piano groove following behind you as you stepped closer to the metalhead.
Eddie pushed his chair back a little to make room for you on his lap. His fingers brought the joint back to his lips, filling his lungs with more smoke than necessary before he slowly exhaled again. His free hand curled around your waist as he pulled you closer against his chest, quietly soaking in the warmth radiating from your body.
You pressed a soft kiss just beneath his eye before letting your gaze drift down his tattooed arm, really taking in the details of the demonic puppet master for the first time.
Your fingertips followed slowly after your eyes, brushing lightly over the healed ink.
“It’s kind of a…” he started, pausing to exhale another stream of smoke towards the ceiling. “A tribute to Metallica’s new album.”
You hummed softly in response, letting yourself melt fully against him while your fingers continued tracing over the tattoo.
“It’s a little creepy,” you joked softly. “But I like it.”
This time, Eddie hummed faintly in response as he lifted the joint towards your lips in a silent offer.
You took a small drag just for the hell of it, exhaling the smoke slowly before it had the chance to burn too much in your lungs.
“Do you have more?” you asked, glancing back up at him.
“Mhmm,” he hummed in agreement, his gaze still lingering on his arm. “Yeah. Got a couple on my chest.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly – which was silly, considering he’d just made you cum – and your fingers stilled for a moment against the pale skin of his arm.
“Oh?”
That finally pulled Eddie’s attention away from his tattoo. His eyes glimmered when he caught your shy reaction.
“You know,” he smirked, leaning back slightly in the chair to take a better look at you, “if you wanna see me without a shirt, all you gotta do is ask.”
Not waiting for a reply, Eddie passed you the joint before hooking his fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one smooth movement, making his curls bounce as he tossed it somewhere onto the floor without much care.
You took another drag mostly because you suddenly didn’t know what else to do with yourself while openly staring at him, before passing it back again.
Your gaze drifted slowly across his pale skin, catching first on the spider inked beneath his clavicle before lowering further, taking in the demonic face resting just above his left nipple.
His chest rose slowly with another silent drag as he let himself take in your completely undisguised staring, while a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when your eyes lingered a little too long on his chest.
You ignored the teasing glimmer in his eyes and let your fingertips brush softly over the demon head instead, tracing the healed black-and-grey lines while the record kept spinning somewhere in the living room.
The silence that settled between you felt easy, and warm – not like something either of you needed to fill.
Eddie leaned back further in the chair, his arm tightening around your waist as he took another drag, and somewhere along the way the cramped seat stopped feeling comfortable anymore.
“C’mere,” he mumbled softly, his voice roughened equally by smoke and sleepiness.
Before you could properly react, both his hands had already found your waist, lifting you easily from his lap as he stood.
You chuckled quietly under your breath when he waddled the both of you for the few short steps back towards the bed, still clutching the half-smoked joint between his fingers.
The old mattress dipped beneath your combined weight – without any urgency this time.
You ended up half sprawled atop of him, your cheek tucked against his warm chest while one of his arms rested lazily across your back. The joint stayed trapped between his fingers as he brought it back to his lips every now and then, the amber tip glowing softly in the dim room.
Meanwhile, your fingertips kept tracing absent patterns over the demon head inked onto his skin while the record continued playing faintly somewhere in the background.
And before you knew it, the events of the night finally caught up to you.
Your eyelids grew heavier, your tracing slower and softer until it eventually stopped altogether.
Eddie blew a loose curl away from his face when he tilted his head down to look at you properly, his eyes drifting across the softened features resting against his chest.
And for once, when his gaze wandered towards the warm kitchen light still glowing faintly down the hall, Eddie ignores Wayne’s usual nagging about the electricity bills somewhere deep in his mind.
what have you done to me it’s almost 8:30 in the morning and I’m just thinking abt older rockstar!eddie’s balls 😓 bc of your post and your fic omg
im sorry <\3
LMAOLMAOLMAO im not sorry babes, but if its any consolation, im writing it right now 😋 dont know when i’ll finish it, but i’ll tag you when i post it 🤍
⋆˚꩜｡summary: we love sniffing eddie's balls, that's it
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: explicit content (minors do not interact, you're not welcome) est. relationship, no y/n, gross!reader?, musk kink, ball worship, sloppy blowjob, masturbation/fingering (f!reader), cum play, dom/sub dynamics (if you squint real hard), soft!eddie (lemme know if i missed anything!)
⋆˚꩜｡wordcount: 2.1k+
⋆˚꩜｡a/n: so there's a bunch of gross!eddie stuff out there, but i really needed some self indulgent (semi) gross!reader stuff, so here we are (i'm sorry not sorry for making you all go through this)
If there was one thing Eddie Munson was familiar with, it was how exhausting and discouraging it could be when people looked at you differently after you told them what you were interested in.
Which is exactly why, when you quietly asked if you could sniff him, he did his absolute best to keep his face neutral and not give away just how confused it was. It wasn’t like he’d put on cologne that morning. He wasn’t trying out a new soap, either. As far as he knew, he smelled exactly like he always did.
The TV hummed softly in the background, filling the otherwise quiet trailer. The two of you were sprawled across the couch – well., you were. Eddie was sitting like a normal person, while you had somehow managed to claim every single cushion and half of his lap in the process.
“Uh…” he said, sounding far less casual than he had intended. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, baby.”
The faint furrow between Eddie’s eyebrows only deepened when you quietly climbed off the couch and knelt in front of him, your knees pressing into the cold linoleum floor. He didn’t dare comment on it, though.
Warm amber light spilled from the kitchen into the living room, catching in your already glimmering eyes when you lifted them to his. Your hands came to rest gently on his knees.
The crease between his eyebrows softened, giving way to a look that was still confused but far gentler than before. He felt your fingers twitch against him before they slowly trail higher along his thighs until they found the zipper of his jeans.
Eddie’s heart rate spikes as your hands continued twitching in anticipation, pulling down his zipper and tugging his pants down. He blinks down at you, his thoughts slowly turning into mush the more you tug down his pants. He then inhales sharply when your deftly hands reach for the elastic band of his boxers, curling your fingers into the fabric and pulling it down. The warm trailer air felt cool against his exposed skin, sending a shiver down his spine.
He can’t tear his eyes away from you as your face comes level with his soft cock, completely transfixed by the sight of you burying your nose in his trimmed balls. The faint scent of sweat mingles with the musky aroma of his skin, creating a heady fragrance that fills your nostrils. You breathe it in deeply, your mind turning into mush by the primal and raw essence that was so uniquely Eddie.
The crease between Eddie’s eyebrows returns, and a sharp breath escapes him when you nuzzle closer, the warmth of your breath sending a shiver racing across his silky skin, tracing delicate patterns that make his balls tighten slowly. The sensation leaves his fingers curling tightly against the couch cushion beside him.
Then, with a confidence that steals the air of his lungs, you rest your cheek against the underside of his cock and draw in a slow breath. The familiar scent of him settles around you – clean skin, traces of soap, and something unmistakably Eddie beneath it all.
Eddie wasn’t the first boyfriend you’d ever had, nor the first guy you’d been involved with, but he was the first one who genuinely seemed to care about his hygiene. Daily showers, the occasional spritz of cologne, and a level of self-maintenance that never went unnoticed. How could you not be obsessed with him?
His cock twitches against your face, betraying his nervous anticipation. For now, though, you ignore it, content to linger exactly where you are, committing every detail of the moment to memory.
“You always smell so good, Eds,” you hum against his skin, sounding soft and content. Your eyebrows knit together ever so slightly as you nuzzle closer, eyelashes fluttering when you draw in another slow breath.
Eddie’s breath hitches as your lips trail feather-light kisses along his hardening length. Each touch sends tiny sparks of pleasure racing through his veins, stoking the fire burning low in his belly. When you reach his balls, lavishing them with tender pecks, he can’t hold back a low groan.
Your fingers dance across the silky skin of his sack, exploring and caressing. The dual sensation of your lips and hands working in tandem is maddening, driving him to the brink of desperation. His cock throbs urgently, now fully hard, aching for more direct attention. But he doesn’t dare voice the plea lodged in his throat – not yet. He needs to see how far you’ll take this teasing exploration.
Your eyes are glossy with anticipation as they trail up to his face, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses his features. Your lips continue to brush soft kisses against the sensitive skin of his cock, lingering just enough to make his breath hitch again. Slowly, you part your lips, wetting them with a swipe of your tongue before lowering your mouth back to his balls. Spit glistens against his skin as you pull away, your gaze never quite leaving his as you bring your lips back to him, this time giving him a delicate yet determined suck.
He’s so captivated by the sight of you – so enraptured by his scent and his taste, your pupils are blown wide and cheeks warm with arousal against his sack. Eddie’s hips twitch upwards, seeking more of that delicious friction you teased him with. His cock juts out proudly, flushed an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. He’s aching, desperate for you to just do something, but holds himself back, wanting to prolong this moment you for as long as you needed.
Eddie lets his head fall back against the couch for a brief moment before straightening up again, unable to keep his eyes off you for long. His curls shift with the sudden movement, and his chest rises and falls with a slightly uneven rhythm. Slowly, he brings a ringed hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his brows pulling together as he looks down at you. “You’re killing me here.”
“’M sorry, Eds,” you mumble with a small, shy smile tugging at your lips before pressing another kiss to his cock.
He lets out a shaky breath when he notices the way your eyes turn glossy, almost as though you were getting drunk on his scent alone. The sight sends a warmth curling low in his chest that spreads all the way down to his feet.
Your fingers twitch against him before drifting across the base of his cock, slow and absent-minded. Then you lean in again, pressing another sloppy kiss to him, your attention fixed entirely on him.
Eddie lets out a shaky breath when he notices the glazed, almost dreamy look in your eyes, like you’re getting drunk on nothing more than him. You rest your head against his thigh and slowly open your lips to take him into your mouth, the wet heat engulfing his sensitive tip. A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest at the sensation, his lips twitching and accidentally pushing more of his length past your lips.
“Sorry, baby,” he breathes out, dragging his free hand through his messy curls.
You hum as your tongue swirls around him, lapping at the milky pearl of pre-cum beading at his slit. Each lazy suck and pull sends jolts of pleasure shooting down his spine as he tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping lightly but not urging you to quicken your pace.
You shift awkwardly between his legs, almost wincing at the uncomfortable pool of arousal that started to seep into your panties. Reaching for him, you trail your free hand across the couch until your fingers find his, quietly threading them together as you take him deeper into your mouth with a deep sigh leaving your nostrils.
“You’re taking me so well, baby. So good f’me, hm?”
The grip on your hair tightens just slightly with your lips stretched taut around his girth, fighting the urge to thrust into the velvety confinement of your mouth. With a broken moan, he arches into you, chasing the pleasure without shoving more of his cock into your throat. The coil of tension in his lower belly winds tighter with each pass of your mouth, threatening to snap at any moment.
Eddie watches, transfixed, as you let go of his hand to trail it down your body until it disappears beneath your — his, actually — oversized shirt. The sight of you touching yourself, lost in the pleasure of his cock, is almost too much for him to bear. You slowly circle your clit a few times before you trail lower until your fingertips find your sloppy slit. The obscene squelch of your fingers dipping into your messy cunt fills the living room, mingling with the lewd pops and slurps and sighs of your mouth on his cock.
“Are you–” he groans and closes his eyes for a split second. “Jesus, baby. Are you fucking yourself?”
God, you looked so pretty like this – cheeks warm, your eyes glossy as they stares up at him, your hair slightly dishevelled from the absentminded grip he still had on your hair, drool and affirmative whimpers trickling down on his sack while you desperately fingered yourself. You’re so high on his smell and heavy cock, you grind down on your hand until your velvety walls flutter around your fingers.
Eddie lets go of your hair, petting the crown of your head as his thighs twitch under your face while he lets you work his cock in lazy yet greedy sucks and licks.
“Fuck, baby. I’m– I’m about to cum,” he manages to groan out. “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”
You maintain your pace for a few sucks more before you gently pull your head back, breathless from having him down your throat while your fingers continue pumping desperately in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your glossy eyes are still glued to his when your hand wraps softly around his cock. Your fingers look so small around him while you lazily jerk him off.
Eddie doesn’t last long at the vision of you between his twitching legs, one hand tightly wrapped around him while the other still thrusted desperately into yourself, expectant eyes looking back at him and drool pooling under your cheek and onto his thigh.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he moans out desperately, refusing to close his eyes as he watches each milky white spurt he gave you painting your face until your nose and chin is dripping with his cum.
You straighten yourself up just a little bit and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to catch the last few ropes of cum and swallowing it down. You place soft kisses against his overstimulated and already softening cock as you let go of him.
But what really gets him is how you remove your sodden fingers out of your pussy and lick them clean, before wiping off his seed from your nose and chin, and bring your cum tainted fingers back into your cunt.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans out almost painfully, his sensitive cock twitching at the sight of you fucking yourself and pushing his cum deep into your pussy. “Look at you; so beautiful and desperate. Are you gonna cum f’me, hm?”
“Fuck, Eddie. I’m–” you cut yourself off as high-pitched whine escapes from your lips.
You don’t dare to look away from him, eyes wide and shiny with desperation, as low curses fall out of your swollen lips when the heat in your lower stomach begins to become too much. Your slick walls clench hard around your fingers, almost hard enough to halt your movements when you finally push yourself over the edge.
With one last high-pitched whimper, you fall back onto his lap, nose brushing against his cock while you try to take deep breaths. His hand finds your hair again, softly brushing strands away from your eyes.
“Pretty baby likes sniffing my cock, hm?” Eddie purrs, his chest still heaving heavily. You blink shyly and hide your face against his cock. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy now.”
His ringed fingers trail down your face until they come to rest beneath your chin. Gently, he tilts your head back, the tip of your nose brushing against his cock as he guides your gaze upwards until your eyes meet his once more.
“You know you could’ve asked me for this sooner, right?” he whispers as his fingers brush down your face.
“I-I didn’t know if you’d be up for it,” you whisper back.
Eddie’s dark brown eyes glimmer with affection as he looks down at you. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, warm and impossibly fond.
“I want everything that you want,” he murmurs, his gaze lingering on your face. “I love you.”
The confession makes heat bloom across your cheeks. Unable to hold his gaze for long, you hide your face against his thigh again.
“I love you too, Eds,” you mumble, your words muffled against him.
⋆˚꩜｡ summary: A teasing banter over Iron Maiden and Dio quickly spirals into whiskey-soaked and reckless attraction
⋆˚꩜｡ tags/tw: explicit content (minors do not interect, you're not welcome) no y/n, she/her reader, big age gap, confident reader, smoking, alcohol consumption, praise kink, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, dom!eddie, sloppy kissing, breeding kink undertone, mild cnc undertones, overstimulation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex
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The bell hanging above the glass door rang as soon as he’d pushed it open, and the smell of second hand vinyl, and something that smelled an awful lot like the faint remains of a joint, hit him when he finally stepped inside the independent record shop that had just opened downtown.
Eddie took a slow look around – noticing how the dark wall at the end of the shop was covered with framed posters he was sure were original ones, the two tattered bean bags randomly thrown in the far right corner next to a listening station, the overstocked shelves with imported tapes and limited-pressed records and the rack with vintage merch he was almost sure held one or two of the shirts he’d lost along the years.
But what really caught his attention, was the display island in the dead centre of the shop – custom built from what he could see, and at least a dozen plastic crates sitting on top of it, filled with records, prints, enamel pins and whatever else he was about to waste half his free afternoon digging through.
His heavy work boots thudded onto the polished concrete floor as he stepped further into the shop, his fingers twitching to start digging through it all.
“Just holler if you need help,” a disinterested voice said from behind the register.
Eddie pulled his eyes away from crate labelled limited eds. just briefly but redirected them back onto the Danish pressing of Melissa his fingers had stalled on when he didn’t actually see anyone behind the register.
Not that he really minded anyway – his brain already short-circuiting over the surprisingly doable price tag stuck in the upper right corner.
Honestly, he was somewhat relieved whoever was behind the register didn’t seem to be one of those pushy salesmen who hovered around customers like it was their fist time stepping into a record store. He preferred being left alone with the crates in front of him – especially considering he was acting like a fucking teenager every time his eyes landed on something he could add to his already ridiculous collection.
Something unfamiliar drifted through the speakers overhead, low and moody enough to catch his attention. Good enough, too, that he made a mental note to ask whoever was behind the register what artist it was.
By the time the soft streaks of sunshine had faded into a dusky blue evening, he’d already piled an embarrassing amount of records on top of one of the crates, and was now trying to convince himself not to go digging through the rack of vintage tees too.
He walked to the rack without really thinking it through. He was already spending more than he should’ve anyway — might as well indulge a little more.
The thin, high-pitched scrape of metal against metal made him scrunch his nose as his ringed, calloused fingers pushed through the hangers, eyes scanning every faded design he flipped past.
The annoying scrape of metal faded abruptly when his fingers stalled on a pristine shirt that was, unfortunately, just a little outside his budget.
"The price is ridiculous, I know," the voice behind the counter mumbled, followed by the faint sound of movement. "But it's an original from '81."
Eddie looked over his shoulder just enough to show he was listening before his attention drifted back to the shirt in his hands.
“Took my dad forever to get that one,” you added absentmindedly.
That finally dragged Eddie’s attention away from the shirt in his hands, his brows already furrowing before he’d even fully turned around.
His dark brown eyes finally landed on you behind the register, your chin propped against your palm while you drummed a pen absentmindedly to the song playing overhead.
You couldn’t have been more than twenty years old.
Which, considering the shirt in his hands was older than you were, probably explained the comment about your dad.
“Maiden fan?” he asked, eyes flickering between you and the shirt he still held.
You deadpanned, tilting your head slightly.
“2 AM.”
Eddie furrowed his eyebrows again. “What?”
“You were about to make me name an Iron Maiden song that isn’t Fear of the Dark or The Trooper,” you said flatly, like this was far from the first time you’d had this exact conversation. “So, 2 AM. From their 1995 album The X Factor.”
Eddie stilled, blinking at you a couple times like he genuinely hadn’t expected that answer to come out of your mouth.
“I, uh… wasn’t gonna ask that,” he mumbled, his brows still faintly furrowed. “But, 2 AM, seriously? That’s a depressive pull.”
You scoffed lightly, the corner of your mouth already twitching upward.
“Yeah, well. I like the depressive stuff.”
You still had your chin propped in your hand as your eyes drifted slowly over him, taking in the curls that had escaped his messy bun, and the way his ringed fingers twitched against the preserved cotton.
But the nervous blinking was what really got you, which felt somewhat ridiculous, considering he was, what? In his late thirties, early forties?
Cute.
Eddie recovered – just slightly – from being caught off guard by the blatant way you’d checked him out, enough to squint at you jokingly.
“Alright, smartass. What’s your favourite Dio album?”
You squinted back, pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek.
“Dio the band, or the man himself?” you murmured, slowly pushing yourself off the counter to stand a little straighter. “‘Cause I got different answers depending on what you wanna know.”
“Hit me.” He raised his brows, giving a small nod.
Dragging your gaze down for a split second, you pretended to think about it.
“How about I tell you over a drink?”
Eddie scoffed softly in disbelief, shaking his head as he dragged his eyes away from you for a second before looking back.
“Are you even old enough to get a drink?”
“I asked you out,” you shot back, “not if you could buy me a bottle while I wait around the corner.”
He didn’t say anything right away; instead, he let his eyes linger for a moment longer, noticing the soft way the warm amber lights overhead spread across your face.
He also pretended the tips of his ears didn’t heat up at the fact that someone this young was so blatantly flirting with someone nearly twice her age.
“You flirt like a menace, y’know that?”
The corner of your mouth twitched before you smiled bashfully, some of your earlier confidence slipping for just a second before you pulled it back together.
“Just with people who have good taste in music.”
By the time the bartender slid your drinks onto the table, Eddie still wasn’t sure how a twenty-something-year-old had managed to talk him into this.
You crossed your legs beneath the table as you gently pushed his neat whiskey closer to him before curling your hand around your beer.
His eyes lingered briefly on your chipped black nail polish before traveling up to the heavy silver rings wrapped around your fingers, ultimately settling on your face.
The dim lighting made you look softer than you had back at the record shop, casting a different kind of glow across your eyes.
“You always ask strange men out after arguing about Iron Maiden?” he asked as he mirrored you, curling his hand around his own glass.
“Not really,” you smiled softly, noticeably shyer than you’d been up until now. “Don’t know how you made the cut.”
Eddie looked away for a moment, biting lightly at his lip as he nodded absentmindedly, a strange self-conscious feeling slowly settling in the pit of his stomach.
It had been… a while since someone had asked him out. Not to mention someone nearly half his age – which was definitely a first.
“Holy Diver’s the obvious answer,” you started slowly after taking a sip of your beer. “But Ritchie Blackmore’s Rainbow kinda ruined my life.”
A small, disbelieving smile found its way onto Eddie’s lips.
“If Rainbow counts,” you added quickly.
“Rainbow absolutely counts,” he chuckled, raising a brow as his gaze dropped briefly to your hand, catching the faint nicotine stain between two fingers. “Lemme guess – Catch the Rainbow.”
“Look at you,” you laughed softly before wetting your lips. “You already know me so well.”
Your eyes sparkled a little too brightly beneath the dim bar lights, soft shadows settling across your face.
And suddenly, Eddie didn’t feel quite so self-conscious anymore. Not with the way you were looking at him.
“You wanna smoke?”
“Can you lose one?” you asked hesitantly before scrunching your nose. “Just ran out, and I couldn’t exactly leave the store to buy more.”
“For you? Always.”
The intimate words slipped from his mouth before he could think them through; strangely enough, though, they didn’t feel weird on his tongue.
Eddie stood first, reaching for your class before you could while you slid out of the booth beside him.
The low hum of conversations and clinking glasses faded into the background as the two of you made your way through the crowded bar, shoulders brushing once when someone stumbled past with an overly loud laugh and an apology neither one of you really paid attention to.
The soft evening breeze hit Eddie’s face the second he pushed the door open with his foot, carrying the faint smell of city streets and beer spilled somewhere along the sidewalk outside.
Most of the patio tables sat empty at this hour despite the lingering warmth of the evening, leaving the two of you to settle at one tucked near the railing beneath the weak amber glow of an overhead streetlamp.
He slid your sweating glass of beer back towards you before reaching for the slightly crumpled pack of Camels in the front pocket of his jeans. He lifted a cigarette to his lips before he pulled out another one and held it out for you.
The lighter followed almost immediately – silver and worn, in the kind of way that made it obvious he’d had it for years.
Eddie flicked it open with easy precision, lighting it and tilting it closer to you.
You slid your glass to the side and placed your hands at the edge of the seat, fingers curling around the cool wood as you leaned forward just slightly with the cigarette already between your lips. The flame reflected warmly in your eyes while you looked up at him from under your lashes before he absentmindedly brought it to his own cigarette, quietly noticing the subtle arch in your posture as you leaned closer.
He took a long, slow drag and let the smoke curl in his lungs for a moment, while he took in the sight in front of him – the way your lips closed around the brown filter, your little habit of actually swallowing down the smoke before you blew it out, the way you still hadn’t looked away from him.
“You’re pretty,” he mumbled under his breath, almost like he wasn’t actually aware he was saying it out loud.
A shy smile crept across your face as you finally broke eye contact – but only for a split second.
“You flirt like an old man,” you chuckled.
“Yeah, well, Sweetheart,” Eddie scoffed jokingly. “That’s kinda what happens when you ask out someone who’s twice your age.”
“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
Just six little words were enough to make his stomach twist in a way he wasn’t used to anymore – especially with the knowing smile you gave him afterward.
He knew the smart thing would be to pull away. Change the subject. Steer the conversation towards something safer than this quiet little push and the pull the two of you had slipped into.
But instead, he stayed exactly where he was, fingers curled loosely around his cigarette as his gaze followed the slow lift of your beer to your lips.
A stray drop of beer escaped from the corner of your mouth, threatening to trail down your chin before Eddie reached over and caught it with his thumb before it had the chance.
The look he gave you as he dragged his tongue across his thumb was enough to make it painfully obvious he’d done it on purpose.
Eddie watched your throat move when you swallowed.
“You keep looking at me like that,” you mumbled quietly, “and I’m gonna start thinking you want something.”
His cigarette rested forgotten between his fingers as the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
“Sweetheart,” he said lowly, “I think we’re a little past that already.”
Your gaze dropped briefly to his mouth before flicking back up again, subtle enough that most people probably wouldn’t have caught it – but Eddie did.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he leaned back in his chair, cigarette balanced loosely between his fingers while he watched you through the thin curls of smoke.
“Careful,” he murmured, finally tapping ash from his cigarette while his eyes stayed fixed on you. “Keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m gonna forget how old you are.”
“Good.” You held the smoke in your lungs for a second before exhaling slowly, teeth catching your bottom lip out of habit more than anything else. “‘Cause I already forgot yours.”
Eddie’s hand barely softened the force of your back hitting the brick wall he’d pushed you against, the heavy rings on his fingers catching against your scalp as he buried his hand in your hair and pulled.
This close, it was impossible not to notice the scent of motor oil clinging to him beneath the minty cologne, and the cigarette smoke.
And fuck, that alone was enough to ruin you a little.
His other hand found your face, thumb pressing into your cheek while the rest of his fingers spread against the other as he tilted your head and deepened the kiss.
Eddie nudged your mouth open with his, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip first – almost hesitant, like some part of him still wasn’t fully sure he should be doing this. But then he kissed you harder, and his tongue slid against yours, warm and slick, and you could still taste the lingering bite of spicy citrus of his whiskey on him.
“Please tell me you live nearby,” he murmured against your lips when he finally pulled back just slightly.
“Above the shop,” you mumbled back, voice low and still a little drunk on his kiss.
Eddie still had a tight grip on your hair and jaw when he pulled away a little more, pupils blown wide, lips slick with your spit, and his greying curls even messier than they’d been all evening.
He could feel the warmth rising beneath his fingers when he tilted his head back slightly, biting at his lip while keeping his eyes locked on yours.
“Good,” he murmured.
He kept his grip on you for a few moments longer, in no real rush to move back towards the shop despite the heat slowly settling low in his stomach, eyes fixed on the breathless look spread across your face.
A quiet fuck slipped from beneath your breath, your thoughts short-circuiting around the tight grip he still had on you and the unbearably cocky look he was giving you.
“C’mon.” He scoffed softly under his breath before tilting his head towards the buzzing street. “Before I take you right here.”
Your pulse hammered beneath his fingertips as his hands grabbed at your hips instead, pulling you away from the wall and back into him for one more quick, messy kiss before he laced his fingers through yours and guided you out the alley he’d pulled you into earlier.
He only let go of your hand once – to shrug off his jacket and drape it over your shoulders when the cold evening wind picked up around the two of you.
Every now and then he’d tug you back against him just long enough to steal another kiss beneath the amber streetlights before continuing down the sidewalk like he hadn’t just completely short-circuited your brain again with his warm, plush lips and the comforting smell of leather and smoke clinging to his jacket.
“You always this clingy after two drinks?” you teased quietly.
Eddie only snorted under his breath before glancing down at you.
“You always this distracting?”
Feeling too flustered to come up with a proper reply, you only clicked your tongue softly before letting go of his hand to dig the cluttered keychain out of your bag once the shop came back into view.
“Please don’t mind the mess,” you mumbled under your breath while unlocking the door.
Eddie barely waited for the lock to click open before one of his hands found your hip again while the other slid around your throat, firmly tilting your head back so he could kiss you again.
While one of your hands curled loosely around the forearm resting on your throat, you weakly pushed the door open with the other as Eddie pressed his chest flush against your back and shuffled the two of you into the cramped entryway.
He nudged the door shut with his foot without pulling away from you – not when the pretty, muffled whimpers slipping from your mouth were making him even harder than he already was.
His rings pressed against your throat as he kept your head tilted back, kissing deep and messily from the awkward angle he held you at while his tongue slid insistently against yours. His bottom lip brushed sloppily against your upper one, teeth knocking together every now and then while a small drop of spit slipped from the corner of your mouth.
He finally pulled away – though reluctantly – when another soft, pathetic whimper slipped from your mouth into his.
“Take me upstairs, sweetheart.”
Eddie’s pupils blew wide as he took in the dumbfounded way you were staring up at him, lips swollen and slick with his spit.
He loosened his grip on you just enough to give your ass a quick smack when you kept staring up at him instead of moving.
“C’mon now,” he muttered, a cocky little grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
You licked your lips and swallowed hard before finally nodding absentmindedly, your gaze flicking towards the stairs.
Neither of you bothered to break the thick, expectant silence as you guided him upstairs.
Kicking off your shoes once you finally got upstairs, you flicked the lights on, revealing a living room that looked like it had been pulled straight out of the seventies.
Brown couch, walls covered in posters, plants crowding nearly every surface, a funky patterned rug tying it all together – not exactly what Eddie had expected from the girl in eyeliner and a vintage Metallica shirt.
Eddie glanced around the apartment before letting out a quiet laugh under his breath.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “This place looks like my childhood.”
That pulled a soft laugh from you.
“Yeah, well,” you chuckled under your breath, “I was raised on old records and questionable interior design.”
Your face warmed a little when he kicked off his boots and drifted towards the record collection in the corner, suddenly feeling weirdly nervous about what he might think of your music taste.
“Fuck, you might have a bigger collection that I do, sweetheart,” he said distractedly. “There’s some seriously good stuff in here.”
You chuckled again, softly under your breath, as you wandered towards the kitchen and pulling two glasses from the cupboard.
“Glad you approve of my music taste,” you teased while pushing through the beaded curtain separating the kitchen from the living room. “Choose your poison: whiskey or rum?”
Eddie looked over his shoulder, his attention finally dragged away from the records when the clinking beads announced your return from the kitchen – which, considering the rest of the apartment, of course only made the drinking cart in the corner of the living room feel more fitting.
The soft metallic raps of the pour against glass filled the room alongside the warm scent of toasted oak and brown sugar from the rum you were pouring yourself.
The bottle twitched slightly in your hand when Eddie suddenly stepped in behind you, one arm wrapping loosely around your waist while he pushed a strand of hair aside to press a kiss against your neck.
“Watcha havin’?” he murmured against your skin, warm breath fanning across your neck.
You swallowed hard, feeling yourself growing flustered all over again before tilting the bottle slightly so he could see the label.
His lips stayed glued to your neck, pressing slow, messy kisses against your skin while he hummed quietly between them.
“Wanna share?” he murmured, voice muffled by the fact he still refused to let go of you.
“If you keep kissing me like that,” you mumbled breathlessly after screwing the bottle shut and setting it back down, “we’re not gonna end up drinking anything.”
His greying curls tickled your skin when he chuckled against your neck.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
You looked over your shoulder, catching his mouth with yours and finally forcing him to abandon your neck long enough for you to turn properly towards him.
Your hand slid from his chest to the back of his neck before tangling into his curls and tugging hard enough to pull a rough sound from him.
You bit lightly at his bottom lip before kissing him again – messy and impatient this time – and Eddie immediately tightened his grip on your hips, pulling your body flush against his while his fingers pressed harder into your skin.
“Couch or bed?” you breathed against his lips before dragging slow kisses down the side of his neck.
A rough fuck slipped from Eddie’s mouth as he tipped his head back slightly, swallowing hard when you sucked at his skin.
“You attached to your couch?” he muttered, already steering the two of you towards it.
Finally pulling away from his mouth, you harshly pushed him back against the worn suede cushions before straddling his lap.
“I might after tonight,” you whispered teasingly as your hands slipped up around his neck, drawing him back into another messy kiss before he could even think of a reply.
You rolled your hips curiously against his, feeling the sharp twitch of his cock beneath the thick denim of his jeans before pulling away just enough to brush your lips back against his neck, catching the rapid pulse fluttering beneath his skin. Eddie’s hand tightened around your hip immediately, guiding your movements faster as he tipped his head enough to catch your earlobe between his teeth while his other hand slid down your back, under your skirt to your ass.
A rough groan slipped from him when you sucked harder against his neck – enough to leave something behind for him to remember you by later.
“Take it off,” he mumbled as he tugged impatiently at the jacket still hanging loosely from your shoulders, his movements hurried despite the softness in his voice.
You grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head before catching his mouth again in another messy, wet kiss. He kissed you with fervour, tongue crashing wildly against yours while he kneaded the supple flesh, warm rings digging into your ass.
Eddie reached down and grabbed the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss, and hurriedly peeling it up to reveal the lack of a bra on you.
He tilted his back just slightly as he groaned, sounding almost pained, at the view of your gradually hardening nipples. He threw your shirt somewhere behind you, and latched his lips against your throat. He left soft nibs and wet, messy kissed as he trailed down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, while the hand he had on your hip slid up to pinch the other.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rasped between licks as you arched further into his touch and buckled against his hard on. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
Eddie curled his lips around your nipple once more, gently biting and pulling at it, and then smoothing the sting down with his tongue before he repeated the whole thing all over again.
Slowly, he trailed his hand lower, calloused fingertips grazing along the sensitive skin of your ribs and inner thighs until he reached the lacy edge of your panties. He hooked his fingers underneath, just to snap the fabric against your skin and steal another whimper from you. He bit your nipple one more time before pulling away, looking at you from under his lashes as he drag your panties down just enough to see the mess you’d made.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he praised huskily, ghosting his fingertips along your slit and circling your swollen clit, “all this for me?”
All you could really do was give him another pathetic whimper.
With a cocky grin, he pulled his fingers away and suddenly lifted you off him to throw you on the couch, scoffing softly at the way your breasts jiggled with the hard movement before biting his lips.
Eddie straddled you before you could react properly and pinned your wrists above your head with his ringed hand while he pulled at your lacy panties with the other.
“I’m going to absolutely ruin you,” he groaned as he ground against your pussy, not caring if it would ruin his jeans.
He finally let go of your wrists to push himself up straight and unbutton his jeans.
Your chest fell and rose erratically, eyes glued to his tattooed chest before they trailed down to his fingers pulling at the zipper. Eddie didn’t take off his jeans after that, too busy dipping his head back to your tits and trailing his tongue down from your nipple to the waist of your skirt.
“This stays on,” he groaned, looking up at you as he dipped lower and pushed your thighs apart with his hands.
“Y-you…” you trailed off breathlessly, gulping down when he licked his lips. “You don’t have to.”
“Oh, I absolutely do,” Eddie groaned back, eyes glued to your slick folds. “Can’t just ignore this pretty pussy, not when she’s begging for me.”
He lowered his head and circled your clit with the tip of tongue before sealing his lips around it, sucking greedily. His fingers dug harder into your skin as he buried his face deeper, lapping and probing your leaking slit. He pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it before pulling away to spit on your cunt. Eddie’s eyes flickered back to your face as he slipped one finger into your sloppy cunt, curling it to stroke along your slick walls. His lips, still shiny with you, fell open to groan when he felt you flutter around him, encouraging him to pump his finger a little faster.
“I– Fuck, Eddie.”
Gently adding another finger, he stretched you open before dipping his bead back to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around it. Eddie thrusted his fingers faster, curling them to hit that special spot inside you to bring you closer to the edge. He relentlessly fingered your cunt open while lashing his tongue against your swollen nub, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering body.
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he moaned against you when he felt you clench around his fingers, sending vibrations down your clit. “C’mon, baby, you can do it. Give it to me.”
Eddie curled his fingers, thrusting them in and out of you, while he sucked greedily hard at you, sending electric shocks through your body. Your hips bucked against his face as he brought you closer to the brink. He flickered his eyes to yours, crooking his fingers even harder than before, finally pushing you over the edge with a few final hard sucks and thrusts of his fingers.
Your pretty groans and whimpers shattered into a high-pitched moan as you finally came on Eddie’s ringed fingers.
Eddie gave your clit one last greedy kiss, ignoring the overstimulated twitch of your thighs around his face, and pushed himself up to smash his lips onto yours. His chin and cheeks were glistening, and the taste of your slick was heavy on his tongue.
“Can’t believe you were gonna hold out on me,” he said when he broke away, and frowned down at you, dark silver curls framing his face. “Boys your age don’t ever eat you out? That why you tried to stop me?”
You breathed heavily as you blinked a few times to clear your vision from the black spots blocking his view.
Eddie brought his sticky fingers to your face, and tapped your cheeks firmly, his eyebrows still furrowed. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“I…” you trailed off, mind hazy from the orgasm he just gave you. “No, they don’t.”
Eddie tsked at that, his brows relaxing while the corners of his mouth pulled into a cocky grin.
“Good,” he murmured, eyes still glued on yours. “More for me.”
Capturing your lips again, he poured all his spent-up energy into the filthy embrace. His slick tongue brushed messily against yours, teeth clinking against teeth, until spit rolled from the corner of his mouth and down your chin. He broke away reluctantly and rested his sweat-dampened brow against yours.
Eddie wrapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you closer until the rough edges of his zipper rasped against your sensitive folds. He gave you a few desperate rolls of his hips before he loosened his grip on you and pulled himself off the couch.
He stood tall, right at the edge of the couch, and let his eyes travel down your body as he pushed down his jeans until they dropped around his ankles with a soft thud. He noticed the way your thighs twitched when he stepped out of it and pulled off his boxers to free his strained erection.
He looked beautiful – long, and thicker than you’d imagined, with a painfully swollen tip that already leaked with sticky beads of pre cum – with his brows furrowed as he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his cock once, twice, eyes glued onto yours while he did so.
“How do you want me?”
“Raw,” you breathed out before forcing down a dry lump down your throat. “Please.”
Eddie’s cock twitched in his hand while he sank his knees back down onto the couch. He loosened his grip around himself and wrapped his hands around your thighs once more.
He lined the swollen tip against your leaking slit before he changed his mind, and slid his cock between your still sensitive, sticky folds instead – like he hadn’t entirely decided if you deserved to be fucked just yet.
“Careful, now,” he groaned, eyebrows furrowed again as he glued his eyes on the way you were staining his cock. “Might start thinkin’ you wanna be bred.”
Then, when he’d finally lost the rest of his restraint, he notched his leaking tip at your slit, and pushed in slowly – inch, by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
His cock stretched you open, sharp and painfully in the best way possible.
“I– Fuck, Eddie,” you choked out, brows furrowed. “I-I don’t–”
“Yes, you can,” he scoffed, digging his fingers deeper into your thighs. “You’re already doin’ it, sweetheart.”
Eddie stilled, allowing the both of you a moment to process the overwhelming feeling. Slowly, he withdrew until just the tip remained nestled within your slick heat. Then, with torturous gentleness, he sank back in and savoured each slick inch as he claimed you completely.
The pathetic whimpers mingled with his grunts before he leaned over again and pressed open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.
“See? You’re doing it,” he breathed out against your skin. “You take me so fucking well, baby.”
He let out a grow, scrunched eyebrows as he worked you open, faster and deeper with each thrust. You couldn’t help but clench around him, dizzy and stupid with the way his tip brushed against that one spot so perfectly.
You threw one of your arms around his neck while the other found a tight grip in his dark silver curls, pulling at his locks and digging your nails into his skin every time he slid his cock in and out of you.
“Oh, God–”
He only grabbed your thighs even harder, angling his head to suck harshly at your neck, desperate to mark you, to claim you as his while you whine pathetically beneath him. The pretty sounds that left your mouth made his head spin, and his cock twitched with the need to pound you into your couch.
Eddie snapped his hips into yours, desperately thrusting his cock in and out of you as he pulled embarrassing squelching sounds out of your pussy, along with your broken moans and the hard slaps of his heavy balls hitting your ass.
“P-please,” you whimpered.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” He bit at your earlobe. “Am I not giving you enough, is that it?”
He pushed your thighs up until your knees touched your breasts, leaving you splayed wide and exposed, trembling in his hold.
“Look at you,” he groaned appreciatively as he drank in the sight of his cock disappearing in your slick folds with each hard thrust he gave you. “Is this what you wanted, hm?”
You moaned louder with each sharp brush of his curly bush against your sensitive clit.
Eddie was fucking experienced, and it showed by the way he knew exactly how to pound into you and roll his hips while rearranging your guts.
“C’mon, pretty girl,” he groaned low in your ear, “wanna have you squeezing around me as you come, can you do that f’me?”
He loosened one of his hands around your thighs and brought up his ringed thumb to your bottom lip. The heavy silver bit into your chin while he forced his thumb into your mouth.
“Suck.”
Your eyebrows scrunched at his request, drunk on his words, while you followed his demand. Your tongue staining his digit with filthy strokes, before he yanked his thumb away again.
Eddie’s thumb easily found your already abused clit – and fuck, the combination of his cock dragging against your slick walls, the tight circles he drew against your clit, and the dumbfounded look he gave you were more than enough to make you clench hard around his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he chuckled cockily. “Fucking come for me.”
That was all the encouragement you needed; your vision blackened once again while he fucked you through it, heavy thumb still working your clit even when you twitched hard with overstimulation.
You pulled hard at his hair, and treated him as an anchor as you arched your back despite the position he still had you in. Your walls fluttered, and his name you moaned out broke as you came again.
“Ed-Eddie fuckfuckfuck.”
He pressed his forehead against yours while he continuously pushed into you, seeking his own release.
“Atta girl,” he groaned loudly as he rutted deep, his body sweaty, and lips swollen from leaving pretty marks on your neck. “Where do you want me?”
“Inside. Please, Eddie.”
All he needed were those three little words – pretty, panting whispers that made him rut into you until his thrusts went erratic.
Until he gave you one last, desperate thrust, his heavy balls hitting your ass as he groaned out your name and filled you with white, warm sticky ropes. He dropped his head forwards, and bit into your neck as he rode out the last of his orgasm.
Eddie let out a breathy chuckle, his nose brushing against your skin before he finally pulled away from you. He dragged a hand through his hair, pushing the dark silver strands away from his face while he tried – and failed – to catch his breath.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he breathed out, licking at his lips while his mouth hung open, chest still rising unevenly.
Then he stepped back just enough for his knees to crack softly as he lowered himself onto the floor between your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch until your legs dangled over his shoulders.
“W-what are you–” you breathed out, low and pathetic, while your eyes did their best to stay open.
Eddie wrapped his hands around your thighs again, holding you there while he trailed soft kisses along your skin. His rings dug deeper into you when you tried to pull away from his lips when he got too close to your overstimulated, leaking cunt.
“I-I can’t, Eddie–” you whimpered pathetically, doing your best to pull your hips away from him, but to no avail. “It’s t-too m-much.”
“Yes, you can, baby.” Your pussy twitched when he chuckled tiredly, his warm breath spreading over you just before he gave you a lingering kiss on your clit. “Just one more. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”
This time, he was gentle with it – he left soft pecks on your swollen nub, slowly trailing down until his tongue lapped at your leaking slit. Eddie leaned softly into your cunt, nose bumping against your clit while he licked you clean from his cum.
You tiredly reached for his head, weakly trying to push his forehead away when overstimulated tears started rolling down.
“Ed-Eddie,” you chocked out a sob, hips twitching against his greedy face. “P-please, I can’t–”
“Shhh,” he whispered against your heat, fingers digging hard into your thighs as he pulled you even closer to his face. “Be good for me, baby.”
Your chest rose up and down erratically as you tried to catch your breath, choking on pathetic whimpers and sobs, while Eddie continued his gentle abuse on your pussy. His tongue was warm and slick against your wet, sticky folds, lapping gently at your slit as he collected everything he gave you.
The tight grip he had on your thighs didn’t stop you from twitching uncontrollably as you clenched around his tongue and came one last time. His name died on the tip of your tongue as he kept lapping at your slit for a few more times, before gently lowering your legs off his shoulders. Eddie then climbed back on you and pulled your legs up his hips.
One of his hands let go of your calf and grabbed at your face instead, pulling your cheeks together until your mouth hang open for him. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk right before he opened his lips and spat his cum on your tongue.
You looked absolutely pathetic – eyebrows furrowed and slightly raised, and teary eyes looking tiredly up at him while he still had a tight grip on your cheeks. Goosebumps spread over your body when he leaned down and caught a milky, rolling drop of cum from your chin and gave it back to you when he smashed his lips back onto yours. A desperate uhmpf! slipped from the back of your throat when his cum-tainted tongue brushed against yours in urgent strokes as he let you taste the mixture of both of you.
Eddie’s cock never had a chance to soften – not when your messy cunt tasted so good with his milky release and your tears wet the fingers still digging deep into your cheeks. He twitched against you, swallowing your broken whimpers while he moved his swollen lips against yours.
“I–”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, licking at your bottom lip before he gave you another peck. “I’ll let you rest for now.”
Eddie pulled away just enough to look at you – really look at you – and grinned knowingly.
“Unless you got something better going on tonight?”
⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: i have nothing to say, i'll just... put myself in time out
