Summary: Eddie Barrish can't afford to fix the alternator in his van, and the garage doesn't offer credit. You're a mechanic with nothing to do and offer to help him out. You know he's not good for the money, but there's another way he can use his smart fucking mouth to pay off his debt.
Insurance Plan
Summary: Eddie knows he’s fucked up when he tries his key in the door and finds the chain is on. He’s desperate to get back inside your apartment and your pussy, and he’s not above manipulating you to get there. When he finds out you’re ovulating, he can’t think about anything but filling you up and making it stick.
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Insurance Plan (Eddie Barrish x Reader)
Summary: Eddie knows he’s fucked up when he tries his key in the door and finds the chain is on. He’s desperate to get back inside your apartment and your pussy, and he’s not above manipulating you to get there. When he finds out you’re ovulating, he can’t think about anything but filling you up and making it stick.
Eddie knows he’s fucked it up when he tries his key in the lock and finds you’ve put the chain on the door. He presses his face to the little crack in the door and can see that whilst the apartment is dark, your bedroom light is on. Eddie musters up every ounce of contrition he can manage.
“Baby? Please can you let me in?” He’s met with an ominous silence that has him chewing nervously on the inside of his cheek. “Please,” he tries again, voice soft as he rests his forehead against the wall beside your door. “I know I’m late. I’m really sorry, but it wasn’t my fault, okay? The deliveries ran over and then my line manager was being an asshole about it. And you know I run pickups on Fridays. I came as soon as I could. Please. Baby, please let me in.”
You roll over in bed, facing away from the door and the soft pleading coming from the other side of it. Dinner sits cold on the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a film of grease coating everything. The smell makes you feel nauseous, but you’re not going to clean it up. You need to let it sit there rotting, to remind you why you put the fucking chain on the door. Because Eddie Barrish is no good. He’d promised you a night in, said you could pick whatever fuckin chick-flick movie you wanted and he’d watch it all the way through. Swore he wouldn’t try to fuck you until it was over no matter how bored he got. And he’d asked that you make fried chicken because he loves your recipe more than the goddamn Colonel’s.
You’d bought a pretty lingerie set, and you’d spent all afternoon cooking and cleaning and setting up the perfect date night. But six had come and gone. Seven, eight. You’d changed into PJs at nine, and shut off the lights at ten. And put the chain on the door at ten-fifteen, because the idea of him sneaking into bed after you’re asleep sends a curl of fury through your stomach. You check your phone now, gritting your teeth when you read the 01.27 illuminated on the screen. Past midnight, and no missed calls, no texts. Nothing at all to tell you he was going to be so late. So you’re not going to let him in, even though you know you won’t sleep at all tonight with the awful pit in your stomach that comes from fighting with him.
Eddie swallows hard into the silence. “It… it’s too cold to sleep in the van tonight. Please.” His voice breaks on the last word and you close your eyes. You know you’re being manipulated but he sounds so fucking sad and it hurts your heart.
You sit up with a sigh, running your fingers through your mussed hair and smoothing the puffy circles from around your eyes. You’ll be damned if he can tell how much you’ve been crying. He doesn’t deserve to know. But you don’t want him to freeze to death in his shitty van either, because however fucking inconvenient it is for you, you’re madly and hopelessly in love with Eddie Barrish.
His face is the picture of contrition when you push the door closed and open it wide. He leans against the doorjamb, hunched over like he can make himself smaller. “It’s late.”
Eddie licks his lips and you try very hard not to look at his mouth as his eyes scan over you. “I know. I’m sorry. Work, and-“ he leans into your space, pressing his cold lips to yours. “You look so good by the way,” he mumbles, pulling back but stepping over the threshold. “Fuck, you’re warm.” His hands land on your hips, icy fingers pushing up under your shirt to splay against your skin.
“I cooked.”
Eddie sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. “I know. I can smell it. Smells so fucking good, baby.”
“It’s ruined. Cold.” You fold your arms over your chest and feel your bottom lip jut out into a juvenile pout.
Eddie’s lips quirk up and down like he’s fighting a smile. “I’m fuckin starving.”
You let him slip past you and into the kitchen. He doesn’t even bother turning on a light, climbing onto one of the barstools at your breakfast bar and grabbing a piece of chicken with his bare hands. You hover in the doorway, lip curling in mild disgust at the way he eats. Like he’s not sure where his next meal is coming from. Like he’s trying to consume all the evidence of the way he’s fucked up tonight.
“Good?” You ask quietly, and Eddie glances over his shoulder at you.
“The best. You’re the best.”
“Well, have as much as you want. I’ll pack some up for you to take away tomorrow too.”
He hums his agreement, but he doesn’t turn around again.
“I’ll go get some sheets to make up the couch.”
His shoulders tense at that, but he wisely says nothing as you slip away.
Eddie looks a bit like a kicked puppy when he slouches into the room and you point to the couch.
“It’s cold.” He whines, and you swallow hard. Your resolve is already slipping, because he’s shrugged out of his hoodie and his white tee is clinging to his stomach and pressing against the toned muscles of his biceps.
“Warmer than your van.”
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he looks you up and down painfully slowly. “I’m too tall for the couch.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You’ll live.”
He takes a step towards you, rising to his full height as he ducks under the doorway and shit. His throat bobs as he approaches, green eyes bright and clear as they flicker over your face. “It’d be a whole lot warmer if we were together.” His voice has dropped an octave, coming out of his throat as a low rumble, and Christ.
“I’m mad at you. I’m so mad at you.”
Eddie nods, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth. He’s playing dirty and you regret ever telling him how much his mouth turned you on as he weaponizes it. “I know. And I’m sorry. So sorry.” He closes the gap between you, lifting a hand to your jaw and tilt your face up to meet his. “Let me make it up to you.”
Heat pools low in your abdomen and arousal slicks in your underwear, and you groan. “You’re a manipulative little shit, Eddie Barrish.”
He hums as he brushes his lips against yours. “I’m not smart enough to manipulate you, baby. Just love you.”
And you sigh as his hands curve around you to cup your ass and squeeze. He moans softly, dragging you closer so he can slot his thigh between your legs and press your core down onto his jeans.
“You can’t just fuck your way out of it every time you fuck up,” you whisper, but your hips have started to rock back and forth against his thigh, desperation building with the tension zinging through you.
“I know,” he coos, pressing his mouth to yours over and over. “Not tryin to get out of it.” His lips trail slick kisses down your jaw and he sucks a sensitive spot on your neck, pressing his teeth against the flesh. “Just want you so bad baby.”
“Fuck,” you sigh, threading the fingers of one hand into his scruffy blonde hair and tugging him away from your throat. “Come on, then.”
He doesn’t completely let go of you as you make your way down the hall to your bedroom, like he’s afraid if you get out from under his touch you might come to your senses and send him back to the couch. Which, to be fair, you probably would. Because you’re pissed off every time you look at his stupid, beautiful face. And you can still smell the ruined dinner, and your expensive pretty lingerie is in a bag by your bedroom door because it makes your eyes water to look at it. You sit carefully on the edge of the bed and Eddie folds infront of you, dropping to his knees and looking up at you with his big, sad eyes. Playing fucking dirty, because he knows what that does to you, too.
“I love you,” he whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your knee. “Thank you for letting me in.”
You swallow, parting your legs so he can wriggle closer and bump the sharp tip of his nose up the expanse of your inner thigh. “Only cuz it’s freezing.”
Eddie hums, mouthing at your flesh as he works his way towards your soaked center. “Love you so much,” he mumbles, sucking at your wetness through the thin barrier of your PJ pants. “Wanna show you.”
Your eyes roll back as you lift your hips, and Eddie’s fingers are in the waistband of your pants and dragging them down before you can really think about it. He wastes no time at all, tongue pressing flat to your slit as he wriggles it inside to taste your slick. He moans against you, sending delicious vibrations through your core and your clit throbs. “You taste so fuckin good,” he whispers, dipping his head to poke his tongue inside you before mouthing back up to suction your clit into his mouth. You feel the brush of his fingertips at your entrance and you suck in a breath as he pushes his middle and ring fingers inside you.
“You can’t be that mad at me, look at this,” he coos, smirking through the slick of your arousal on his face as he pulls his fingers out and pushes them back into you with a wet sound.
You huff, feeling a blush stain your cheeks, and you try to pull away from his fingers. It’s a half-hearted attempt admittedly, but Eddie’s free hand lifts to pin your hip to the mattress as he rises from his knees and crawls onto the bed. His fingers tug out of you and you miss them immediately, but your eyes roll back as he pushes the rough denim of his jean-clad thigh against your bare core as he climbs on top of you and kisses your own arousal into your mouth. “You’re so fuckin wet for me.” He moans.
“I’m not fucking turned on, Eddie.” You grit out. “I’m ovulating. It’s just like… a biological response.” Eddie freezes, his brain trying to catch up with your mouth as all his blood rushes south. Then he moves, his fingers dropping to circle your wrist and lift your hand above your head. It takes you a moment to realize what he’s going to do, but it’s too late. He’s got your other hand as well, and he pins both of your wrists to the mattress with one big palm as his other snakes down your body to push your shirt up. You catch his eyes and watch the way his pupils expand, eating away at the pretty green of his eyes as his cock thickens to press against your hip. He groans at the sight of your bare tits, dipping to suck a nipple into his mouth as his hand pushes between your bodies to rub circles on your clit with his rough fingers. You let out an embarrassing involuntary whimper as your hips lift to meet his touch, even though the pressure on your wrists is starting to ache.
Eddie doesn’t know he’s holding you too tightly. He’s so hard now that he can’t think straight. The only thought in his head is that he has to get inside you. He has to pump you so full of cum that you’ll be leaking. He has to put a fucking baby in you so you’ll never leave him. “Shit, baby.” He groans around your nipple, letting his teeth drag lazily over the sensitive peak. “You must be hurting so bad right now.”
You press your lips together to suppress a moan, because the maddening rubs of his fingers against your clit have brought you to the edge of your orgasm much too quickly. You’re soaked, arousal pooling under your ass as you clench around nothing. And if you open your mouth you might beg him to put his fingers or his cock in you, just to feel full. And that would be bad, because you’re fucking angry with Eddie.
“I’m fine.”
“Right,” he huffs a laugh, fingers dropping from your clit to press against your entrance. “That why you’re practically squirting already?”
You swallow hard, flexing your wrists under his hold. “Like I said, it’s a biological-“
“Yeah,” he coos, shoving two fingers into you and curling them with deadly precision. “I heard you, baby.”
There is nothing but the wet in and out sound of Eddie’s fingers in your cunt and the quiet, desperate moans spilling from your lips. Eddie alternates between watching your face contort in pleasure and your pussy swallow his fingers and he’s so, so glad he came over tonight. Because one of the guys from his pool game had invited him to crash, and he’d almost agreed to it to avoid how pissed you were going to be. His cock is leaking enough to paint a dark patch of precum on the front of his jeans, and he figures he’s worked you up enough to be pretty sure you’re not going to kick him out if he sticks his cock in you.
He slows down, his fingers barely moving as they press lightly just inside you, and you whine.
“Please,” you whisper.
“What do you want, baby? You gotta tell me. Wouldn’t wanna do something you don’t like when you’re so pissed at me, right?”
You roll your eyes in annoyance as you clench around his fingers, and Eddie’s smirk drops as his lips part around a soft groan.
“Want you to fuck me, you asshole.”
Eddie huffs a tiny laugh as he pulls his fingers from you and fumbles with the button and zipper on his jeans. It would be a lot easier with two hands, but seeing you with your wrists pinned above your head is so fucking hot he’ll figure it out. He shuffles into position between your thighs and grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing the head through your folds and up to your clit before easing into you.
You moan, hips pushing down to drag him into the tight, wet heat of you, and Eddie almost sobs at the instant, perfect pressure around his cock. “Goddamn,” he moans. “Goddamn, baby. You always feel so fuckin good.”
You whine, lifting one leg to bracket around his hip and you dig your ankle into his ass. “More.”
Eddie’s eyes roll back as he sinks in deeper, cock bumping hard against your walls as his hips snap against yours. “Fuck. I’m gunna fuck,” he moans, free hand grazing up your body to wrap lightly around your throat. “Gunna fucking fill you up, baby. Gunna get you so fucking full of my cum.”
Your eyes roll back as your pussy flutters around his cock, because that sounds so good and so filthy, and at least you’re not- your brain kicks back in just enough to remind you that you’re ovulating, and Eddie Barrish fucking a creampie into you is about as bad an idea as he’s ever had.
“You can’t cum in me,” you whimper. “Shit, Eddie. You gotta pull out. Or put a condom on.”
Eddie’s brows knit over his eyes, because what the fuck are you saying? Like there’s any scenario here that doesn’t end with his cum oozing out of you. No fucking way. So he ignores you, putting just enough pressure on your throat with the palm of his hand to make you gasp. You make a breathy little sound that vibrates against his hand, and Eddie’s cock twitches hard inside you at how hot it is.
“Eddie,” you gasp. “Please, you can’t.” You push against his hand, wrists twisting against the mattress like you can break yourself free as a panicked tear spills from the corner of your eye and soaks into your hairline.
Eddie notices, and he stops. He pulls out of you slowly, hand leaving your throat to brush away the tear as he rises up your body to kiss you gently. “Shhh, baby.”
He releases your wrists and you wince, air hissing through your teeth as you flex your sore muscles and wiggle your fingers to encourage blood to flow back into your hands.
You’re preoccupied with this and the throbbing between your legs. You don’t notice Eddie slipping his belt from his jeans. And then he’s so fast, looping the leather around your wrists and fastening you to your headboard. So impossibly fast.
“Wait.” You swallow, pulling uselessly at your restraints. “Wait, Eddie.”
“Can’t, baby.” He mumbles, climbing back between your legs and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs to push your legs further apart. “I just gotta fucking breed you. I have to.”
You whimper as he fucks back into you, your arousal spilling out around his cock and soaking his balls as he buries himself in you. “Shit,” you moan, eyes rolling back at the insane, overwhelming pleasure of his return. The head of his cock brushes against your g-spot and you cry out, clamping down on his cock.
“See,” Eddie pants, snapping his hips fiercely against yours. “See how much you want it?”
You whine a vague protest, but Eddie ignores it, leaning heavily on one elbow so he can push his other hand between your bodies to rub rough circles on your clit.
“Not inside,” you whisper.
“Yeah, fucking inside.” He moans, dipping between your folds to collect your slick before smearing it back up over your clit. “I’m gunna fill you up and you’re gunna have my fucking babies.”
Your eyes roll back as fresh tears stream down your cheeks, and Eddie groans as he leans up to lick the salty trails from your face. “Don’t cry. You’ll look so good all fat n full, won’t you?”
“I don’t wannnnna,” you wail, your muscles tightening impossibly around his cock as you clamp down on him.
“Shit,” Eddie whimpers, head dropping as his hips stutter against yours and he cums deep inside you, hot spurts of release coating your sensitive cervix. You feel it happen, feel the hot caress of his cum filling you up, and you can only moan as your own orgasm rips through you, pulsing against the rough callouses of Eddie’s fingertips as he rubs and circles and glides against your clit and you flutter erratically around his still-hard cock.
You’re openly crying as you come down from it, and Eddie pulls out of you gently and reaches up to brush his lips over your face, peppering your sweaty, tear-stained skin with feather-light kisses.
“You did so good for me, baby.” He murmurs, even as his fingers dip to collect his leaking cum and push it back into you.
You let out a shaky breath, turning your head to capture his mouth. “That was… fuck, Eddie.”
He grins crookedly against your lips. “Want me to untie you?”
You hum, testing the strength of the leather around your wrists. “I could go another round.”
Eddie dips his head to nip at your neck, pressing his tongue over the bruise he’d sucked into your flesh earlier. “Y’know, I almost didn’t show tonight. Thought you’d be so pissed at me you wouldn’t wanna play.”
You feel a little chill douse some of the arousal in your stomach. “I mean, I’m still pissed at you.”
Eddie nods against your skin, grazing the tip of his nose along your jaw. “I know, and you’re right to be. I really don’t think I can fuck my way out of it. I promise I’ll do better.”
You sigh, wishing your hands were free so you could touch him. “We can talk about it later. Right now, I don’t wanna talk.”
“No?” There’s a smile in his voice as he licks down your neck and over the swell of your breast. “What do you wanna do?”
You hum, lifting a leg to hook around his thigh. “Want you to breed me again, Eddie.”
Eddie groans, his cock stirring to life at your filthy words and the slick heat of your pussy against his stomach. “So fucking hot when you say that. You have no idea. Can’t wait to do it for real.”
You roll your eyes. You love Eddie Barrish, more than anything. But there’s no way in hell you’d ever let him fuck you raw when you’re actually ovulating. The man isn’t fit to be a father, not by a longshot. Maybe one day, but for now you’re happy to just pretend.
Summary: Eddie Barrish can't afford to fix the alternator in his van, and the garage doesn't offer credit. You're a mechanic with nothing to do and offer to help him out. You know he's not good for the money, but there's another way he can use his smart fucking mouth to pay off his debt.
WARNINGS: NSFW, pretty much pwp, vaginal fingering, oral sex (M & F receiving) semi-public sex, PiV unprotected sex
word count: 4849
A/N: THIS IS A REPOST FROM AO3 BECAUSE I WANT A MASTERLIST. Apologies if you've already read it over there, but hey, there's a nice GIF with this one. :)
Full fic under cut, MDNI
“You’re all settled up,” you smile at Mr Porter, handing him the keys to his Ford F-150. “New radiator, and the coolant’s fully topped up so you’re good to go.”
“You’re the best mechanic here, you really are. Thanks.” Mr Porter smiles at you and hands you an extra couple of bills. “Pleasure as always.”
You nod your thanks and slip the money into the breast pocket of your overalls. You wave as Mr Porter drives out of the garage and turn back to your workstation. Nothing else is scheduled to come in today so you decide to tidy up a bit, things are looking pretty chaotic from the last few jobs anyway.
“The fuck is this?” your colleague Karl asks his customer, and you look up at the hostility in his tone. He’s supposed to be nicer to the customers, you’d all discussed this at the last team meeting and he’d promised to try.
“$350, it’s all I have, man. It’s my fucking rent money.”
“Where’s the rest?”
Your eyes slip from Karl to the customer, and you sigh. Eddie Barrish. In every other week with his piece-of-shit van, and always short on the cash needed to pay for the work. Karl’s tone makes more sense now.
“I can get you the rest by Friday.”
“Okay, come back Friday.” Karl says, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“No! Look, I need the van now, man. I do deliveries, if I don’t have the van I can’t make the deliveries and then I don’t get paid so I can’t pay you. See what I’m saying?”
“You owe $475.”
“I know,” Eddie replies, running a tattooed hand through his short, bleached hair. “But come on man, $825 for an alternator? The part’s like $400 bucks. I could do it myself if I had the tools, you know.”
“Fuck off, Eddie. Come back when you got the money.”
Butter’s taken notice now too, and he takes a threatening step in Eddie’s direction.
“Okay! Okay, fine. Fuck.” Eddie says, putting his palms up in surrender and slouching towards the exit.
You watch him go, watch his green eyes shift to the wallet on the workstation beside yours. He sucks his full bottom lip into his mouth and you know what he’s thinking about. Don’t do it, Eddie. Don’t steal from these guys. Walk away.
With a sigh, Eddie hangs his head and turns on his heel for the exit. Good boy.
“Hey, Barrish!” You call, and he turns. “I’m not doing anything right now.”
“What you want, a medal?” He asks, and you roll your eyes, crooking a finger at him. He shifts from foot to foot, agitated, before approaching you.
“I have an alternator.”
His eyes light up and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. “I don’t have 825 bucks.”
“Good thing mine is four hundred all in.”
He blinks at you, hope flickering over his face. “I only have three-fifty.”
“Yeah, I know.” You say, rolling your eyes. “Whole shop knows.”
“I can get you the rest Friday.”
“That’s fine,” you say, waving your hand at him. “I’m sure we can figure something out. Sit.” You point to an old office chair tucked under your workbench and he sits obediently, hands fidgeting with the tassels on his pink hoodie as he watches you.
You leave him there and head to Karl’s workstation. “I’m taking the Barrish job.”
Karl raises his eyebrows, but hands you the keys. “Your funeral. He won’t pay.”
You shrug. “It’ll be good practice for me. I’ve never worked on a van THAT shitty before.”
Karl smirks and steps to the side, giving you access to the van.
You pop the hood, wincing at the rusted interior. If the bolts are as badly rusted as the bodywork, you’re as likely to break them as you are to get them unscrewed. At some point Eddie wheels your chair over to watch you work, and you direct him to sit around the front. He has an unobstructed view of your ass as you bend over the hood, but at least he’s not in Karl’s sightline so he can’t piss him off any more than he already did.
“How long have you been working here?” He asks.
“Uh, just a couple of months. I qualified last year but this is my first full-time gig.”
“Oh, cool. I’ve thought about getting qualified, or whatever. I like cars.”
You hum absently. “What do you do now, Eddie?”
“Oh. Deliveries, you know, Amazon. The money is shit but I can work around my kid.”
You smile, turning to look at him. Your spine hurts from the angle you’ve been working at and you’re glad of the break. “How old is your kid?”
“Sarah, she’s seven. Light of my fucking life, that girl.”
“That’s nice. You’re lucky.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, smiling softly. “You got any?”
“Nah.” You say with a shrug. “One day, maybe. What about her mother?”
“Oh. Amy, yeah. We… aren’t on good terms at the moment. I don’t know, I think I’ve been kinda a shitty boyfriend.”
You raise an eyebrow and him and he blushes. “Okay, I’ve definitely been a shitty boyfriend. And a shitty dad. But I’m trying.”
“That’s good,” you smile. “I hope it works out for you.”
“Thanks. I mean, you doing this for me, this is gunna help. I’m supposed to pick Sarah up from school today, it’s my day to do it, but without the van I got no way to get to her. She’s on the other side of the city.”
“It’s nothing,” you say, but he shakes his head. His eyes are really big, accentuated by his thin face and sharp cheekbones and you can’t look away even though you want to.
“It’s not nothing. Seriously. People don’t help people out anymore. World’s a shitty place. You’re like… an angel or something.”
You laugh, turning back to the van to hide your blush. “Amen to that.”
Eddie keeps talking whilst you fit the alternator. He’s good at it, filling the silence with a random jumble of thoughts and half-told stories, but you like it. He doesn’t expect or need you to respond, so you get to listen to the warm rumble of his voice, the little lift in his tone when he recalls a happy memory, and it’s relaxing.
“All done,” you say finally, screwing the last bolt into place.
Eddie pushes up from the chair and comes up behind you, you feel the heat of his body so close to yours and warmth flushes into your stomach. Up close he smells like strawberry vape and cheap body spray, but it’s such a primally MALE scent that butterflies kick up in your gut at his proximity.
“Fucking awesome,” he says over your shoulder, his breath ghosting against your cheek and ruffling your hair.
“It’s no big deal.” You reply, stepping back from the car and forcing him to take a step to the side to let you pass. “She’ll run now.”
“Shit,” Eddie says, running a hand through his hair again. “I really can’t tell you how much this – shit. Hey. What are you doing now? Can I take you for burgers? As a thank you.”
Your raise an eyebrow. “Don’t you have to pick your kid up from school?”
Eddie’s eyes widen and he runs his hand down his face. “Fuck, yeah. I do. Shit. Sorry.”
You smile at him and shake your head. “No worries.”
“I still wanna take you out though. What time do you get off tonight? I got to drop Sarah off at her mom’s about eight.”
“I’m closing the shop tonight. So if nothing comes in I can close whenever I want, really.” You say. His eyes light up and the butterflies in your stomach do somersaults.
“Then I’ll see you tonight. I’ll come by right after I drop her off.”
“Sure,” you say, certain you’re not going to see him again. Eddie Barrish is endearing, and hot in a ‘hot mess’ kind of way, but he’s the physical embodiment of unreliability. “Oh, Eddie, hold up.”
He turns back, cocking his head to the side. You rummage in your overalls for the crumpled cash. “Have your $350 back.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I couldn’t.”
“It’s your rent money, dumbass.” You say. “Pay it forward or some shit.”
His answering grin is breathtaking, brightening his whole face as he takes the money. Your skin tingles where his fingers brush against yours as he takes the money. “A literal angel,” he murmurs, sending goosebumps down your spine. Fuck, where did this come from?
*
At eight thirty you lift you head at the banging, clanking sound of his piece-of-shit van half way down the block. You’re surprised he showed up, and kicking yourself for not keeping a change of clothes in your locker. The garage door is still up so he pulls in, flicking off his headlights and waving to you through the grimy windshield. You wave back and he jumps out of his van, coming around the front and opening the passenger door.
“I need to cl-“ you cut yourself off as he pulls a bunch of colourful, cheap drugstore flowers out of the cab and holds them out to you.
“I’m sorry they’re shit.” He says. So fucking endearing. You grin as you take them, noting the way his hand shakes a little, the clamminess to his palm.
“They’re sweet.” You say and his answering smile is shy and sweet, too.
“So anyway, about you PAYING for my work.”
Eddie frowns, scuffing the toe of his sneaker against the concrete. “Yeah like I said, it’ll be Friday.”
“Yeah and like I SAID, I’m sure we can figure something out.”
His brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
You swallow, willing your nerves to settle. The plan had formed over the course of the afternoon. It wasn’t ethical, but once the idea had popped into your head you couldn’t shake it.
“I mean… I put my hands to work for you today. Maybe you should put yours to work for me in return.”
He chews his bottom lip, brows still furrowed as he considers.
“You mean like fix a car? I can do some basic stuff, like servicing or whatever.”
“Not a fucking car, Eddie. Forget about the car.”
You take a step towards him, reaching up a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.
“Then what do you… OH.” His eyes widen. Now he gets it. “You sure?”
You nod and he steps closer, his hands lifting to cup your jaw and tilt your head upwards. “This is the kind of shit that happens in movies.” He breathes, and you lick your lips.
“Pornos, you mean.” You whisper and he chuckles softly before dipping his head and brushing his lips against yours with agonizing gentleness.
Gentleness is not what you want from Eddie Barrish. Not tonight. You press your mouth more firmly to his, looping the tassels of his pink hoodie around your fingers and pulling him closer, pressing his body against yours. He moans into your mouth, hands slipping from your face to your waist and thumbs digging into your flesh. You whimper at the feeling, the ache of the points where bruises will bloom tomorrow, and he slips his tongue into your mouth, licking against your own. You pull on his tassels again and his hands slip to your ass, lifting you. Your legs wrap around his hips as he walks you back towards your workstation, depositing you on the surface and stepping between your legs, pushing his body flush with yours.
You reach for the first popper on the front of your overalls and yank it open, revealing your collarbones and the tops of the swells of your breasts. Eddie breaks the kiss to stare at your exposed skin, before his hands skim up your sides and hook into the front of your overalls. His eyes meet yours in a question and you nod, leaning back so he can rip the front open.
His eyes slip down your body and he hisses when he realizes you’re wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties. Thank fuck you decided to wear a matching set today and not the oversized, greyish monstrosities you usually reached for.
“Shit, you can’t be real,” he mumbles before attaching his lips to your cheek, your jaw, your neck, grazing down your body in hot, wet, open mouthed kisses. Your chest, your stomach, and then your hip as he drops to his knees.
His eyes, the green dark with lust, look up at you through thick lashes, his plump lips parting. “Lift your hips,” he commands in a low voice and you obey, your mechanics overalls dropping to the floor as he pushes your knees apart and presses a kiss to your clothed centre. You whimper at the feeling of his hot mouth against you, and your eyes roll back as his tongue licks up the fabric. “So wet already,” he mutters appreciatively before hooking his fingers into your panties and pushing them to the side. His breath hits your exposed cunt and you sigh out a shaky breath, your clit throbbing with need. Eddie wastes no time, his mouth suctioning over your clit with delicious, torturous precision as his tongue darts out to lap against it. The light stubble on his lip brushes against you, creating an almost painful chafing friction that you subconsciously rock against.
You fist his short blonde hair in one hand whilst you brace your other against the wall behind you, certain that your spine is about to liquify. His fingers hook into the top of your panties and he pulls them down, your bare ass making cold contact with the workbench below you as he pushes your thighs further apart. Eddie hums against your centre, sending vibrations through you as he runs a finger down through your folds, circling lightly at your entrance. He sucks harder on your clit, grazing the hood just barely against his teeth in a way that makes you buck up against his face as he slips one tattooed finger inside you and curls it upwards.
The dual pressure of stimulation from the inside and out is enough to make you moan, head falling back against the wall as he continues to devour you. “Fuck, Eddie,” you groan, and he speeds up, lapping at your clit as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of you. “Shit, you’re so g- you’re such a good boy,” you groan and he moans against you, teeth grazing your clit again. He likes to be praised, then.
His mouth pops off you with an obscene, wet sound and he looks up at you. “I wanna make you cum,” he says, his voice raw as his fingers keep fucking into you, curling and pressing into your g-spot.
You fist his hair and push his head back against your cunt in response, his lips curving into a smile as he licks a stripe up from your entrance to your clit and back down before pressing his tongue flat against your clit and laving against it over and over and over, out of time with the thrusting of his fingers.
Your walls tense around his knuckles, halting his motion as your thighs begin to shake. “Close,” you whimper as a warning before your orgasm hits you, quicker and more powerful than you’d expected. You push Eddie’s face more firmly against you, grinding against his mouth erratically. You’re not sure he can actually breathe, but you can’t stop yourself now as you ride your high out against his face.
Your body goes limp and he places a light kiss to your oversensitive clit as he withdraws his fingers, sucking them into his mouth as he pushes up from the ground and wipes a hand over his soaked face. His cheeks are red, pupils blown with lust, and his short hair stands up chaotically from where you’d pulled on it. He looks, in a word, delectable.
You want to drop to your knees and return the favour immediately, but your legs don’t seem to be working. It’s been a long time since you came like that, so hard, so completely, and you’re temporarily rendered immobile.
“You liked that?” He asks and you scoff.
“Yeah, I liked that. Fuck, Eddie,” you sigh, reaching lazily for the tassels on his hoodie to tug him in for a kiss that tastes like you. His hard cock presses against your bare centre as he leans in, the fabric of his sweatpants too rough against your sensitive clit.
“Good,” he mumbles against your lips. “You hungry?”
It’s not the smoothest way to ask for a blow job, but you don’t care. You nod, licking your lips, and his gaze drops to your mouth. You watch the slow bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.
“I said I’d take you out to eat.” He reminds you, and you frown.
“Oh. Uh, I don’t have… I just have my work clothes.”
You point to the crumpled overalls at your feet and he frowns.
“Well, I think you look hot in them, but… uh. I have an idea.” He steps back and bends over, picking up your panties and carefully sliding them back up your legs. “Do you trust me?” He asks as you tilt your hips up, letting him slide your underwear back into place.
“Not really,” you say with a smile and he rolls his eyes.
“Okay, fine. Will you trust me right now?”
You shrug and he sighs, slipping his jacket off and pulling his hoodie over his head. The tee he’s wearing underneath rides up as he does it, exposing a strip of milky flesh and a soft patch of hair trailing down into his sweats, and your mouth goes dry at the sight. “Arms up,” he commands and you put your hands up as he slides his hoodie over your head and tugs it down. It hits you mid-thigh, and it’s comfortingly warm from his body heat. You hug yourself, resisting the urge to turn your face against the fabric to inhale his scent. Too embarrassing, with him watching you.
“That good?” He asks.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
He smirks. “Will you get in the van?”
“Not supposed to get in a van when a stranger asks you to.” You tease.
“Considering I just had my tongue in your pussy, I hardly think we’re strangers.” Eddie retorts and you laugh, sliding off the workstation and heading for his van.
Eddie darts around you to open the door and you roll your eyes as you step up into the cab, even as butterflies kick up again in your stomach. Too fucking endearing.
It takes three tries and a ‘swear to god you piece of shit if you don’t start I’ll-‘ but eventually the van sputters to life and Eddie backs out of the garage.
“I gotta close,” you remind him and he stops, shining his headlights on you as you flip off the lights and pull down the garage door. You bend to secure the padlock and he beeps his horn, making you jump. Asshole.
Once you’re sure everything is locked you slip back into the warmth of the cab, shooting Eddie a glare. He pouts at you, eyes wide and innocent, until you give in and smile.
“Where are we going?” You ask, painfully aware of the fact that you’re wearing work boots, panties and a borrowed hoodie. And nothing else. Hardly restaurant attire.
“You’ll see,” Eddie replies with a smile and you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you rest your head back against the seat. Your feet knock against a frankly disgusting number of empty red bull cans and food wrappers, and you wrinkle your nose. He might be a fucking wizard with his tongue, but Eddie Barrish is kind of a slob.
He pulls into the drive-thru at Wendy’s and you sigh in relief, turning to smile at him. “You’re a genius.” You say and he beams, a light blush staining his cheeks.
“I did say burgers.”
“You did,” you agree, scanning the brightly lit menu as the van inches towards the ordering post.
“Get anything you want,” he says and you nod, picking out a chicken wrap combo with a dr pepper. Eddie orders the same with a side of chicken tenders, and pulls out a suspiciously crisp looking fifty to pay.
“You rob a bank?” You ask, only half joking.
“Nah. Won five hundred bucks on a scratcher on my way to you.”
“Oh.” You say, frowning.
Eddie hands you the bags and you slot the drinks into the holders on the van’s central console. It’s quiet as he drives, heading out of the city.
“You okay?” He asks finally and you glance at him sidelong.
“Yeah,” you say, though you’re not sure if it’s true.
He sighs heavily, brows knitting and knuckles tightening on the worn steering wheel. Eventually he pulls into a deserted lot overlooking a park, and cuts the engine.
“Did I do something wrong? Or say something-“
“No. I… I’m being dumb.”
“What?” He asks. “You want me to pay for the alternator? Cuz I was already gunna do that, you MADE me take the money back.”
“No. I… I don’t know. If you had the money to pay for it, why did you… back there…”
His eyes narrow as he squints at you in confusion. “You asking why I still went down on you if I had the money to pay you?”
Shame absolutely burns through you, but you nod, pressing your lips together to stop them from quivering as tears burn in the back of your throat.
“Shit.” He breathes out, slouching back in his seat. “I did that cuz I wanted to. Like, I really fucking wanted to. It wasn’t… fuck, it wasn’t payment. I didn’t think you were serious about that.”
“I wasn’t,” you say, because it’s true. If he hadn’t seemed interested, or if he’d been awkward about it, you’d have dropped it and not expected anything at all for the work. The queasy feeling in your stomach lets up a little as his shoulders sag in relief.
“Good. Cuz Eddie Barrish is a lot of things, but I don’t turn fucking tricks. I figured this was like, a date.” He says, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly.
You chew on your bottom lip and shove the paper bag onto his lap.
“It’s a date.” You agree and he smiles, reaching a hand out to run his fingers over your cheek before he rummages in the bag for his food.
Even though the fries are half cold, you eat like you’ve been starving for weeks. Eddie talks about going back to school for mechanics and you nod your enthusiasm between mouthfuls.
“Shit, you’d be so good, Eddie.” You say, placing a hand on his thigh. He shifts in his seat, making a low noise in the back of his throat, and you raise your eyebrows. “You like it when I say stuff like that, don’t you?”
He swallows and nods, and a smirk curls on your mouth. “You like to be told what a good boy you are, don’t you Eddie?”
He nods again and this time you see it, the definitive tightening of the fabric of his sweatpants as his cock hardens. You run your fingers against his inner thigh, just barely grazing your nails over his clothed erection. “Cuz you are, you know. You’ve been so good tonight. Fucking phenomenal with that mouth of yours, making me cum on your tongue.”
He groans and his eyes flutter closed as you palm him through his sweatpants. “And look at you getting all hard for me. Giving me just what I want.”
“Shit, keep talking like that and I’m not gunna last,” he whimpers and you dip your hand into his waistband, right past his boxers, to grip the hot, throbbing length of his cock. You hum, squeezing the length and running the tip of your index finger over the head, collecting his precum. He jolts at the sensation and you withdraw your hand, licking your finger.
“Take them off,” you say in a low voice and he scrambles to comply, pulling his sweats and boxers down to his ankles. His cock bobs free, curving up against his stomach, a new bead of precum already glistening at the tip. Your mouth waters.
“Please,” he whimpers and you lean in to peck his lips lightly before you drop down, your nose grazing against the thatch of hair on his pubic bone before you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, your hand squeezing at the base.
Eddie whines and drops his head back against the headrest, his hips lifting slightly to push more of his length into your mouth. Your free hand pins his thigh to the seat as you roll your tongue around the head of his cock, lapping at the slit and savoring the salty taste of him. He hisses, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, but he doesn’t push you down. Good boy.
You reward him by sucking more of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around his length and relaxing your throat as the head of his cock brushes against your tonsils.
“Oh, shit,” he groans, “fucking yes.”
You hum against his length, pumping your fist over the part you can’t take into your throat as you bob your head up and down, coating him thoroughly in spit and running your tongue down the seam on the underside of his cock every time you withdraw.
You feel the tensing in his stomach, his hips jerking to thrust into your mouth, but you’re not ready for this to be over. You pull back, heat pooling in your stomach at the needy, whiny sounds spilling from his lips. Grasping the base you lap your tongue against the head of his cock, pressing a kiss to the tip and dragging it over your lips. “I want you to finish inside me, Eddie,” you murmur. His eyes roll back in his head and he nods.
“Come here,” he says and you crawl over the central console, bracketing his hips with your knees and bracing your hands on his shoulders.
You feel his fingers brush against you through the fabric of your panties before he pulls them to the side and presses a finger into you.
“Still so wet,” he groans, lining up the head of his cock with your entrance. “Can’t wait to sink into you,” he adds, and you tilt your hips back, impaling yourself onto him.
You moan in unison as Eddie’s hands come up to rest on your hips, lifting you half off and dropping you back down. You press your hands against his chest and lift up on your knees, rising until he almost slips out before you slam back down, your walls spasming around his cock. Eddie gasps, capturing your lips with his own so he can pant into your mouth. He tastes like french fries and diet coke, and you lick your tongue greedily into his mouth as you bounce on his cock.
“Shit, I’m gunna come,” he mumbles against your mouth and you squeeze him tighter inside you, clenching and unclenching around him as you ride him. He jerks his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his hips thrust upward against your own, once, twice, and he spills inside you, hot, thick spurts of cum coating your insides. You ride him through it, knowing you’re not going to finish now, but enjoying the feeling of him inside you and the sight of him unravelling underneath you. BECAUSE of you.
His hips still and you stop, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you a little too tightly, but you let him anyway. You brush your fingers through his damp hair, pressing more light kisses to his forehead as his breathing slows.
“That was,” he begins. You kiss him and his mouth melts against yours.
“So good,” you finish for him. His shoulders shake with silent laughter and he nods, brushing his nose against yours.
“So good.” He agrees.
He helps you ease off of him and back into your seat. You can feel his cum seeping out of you and soaking into your panties, and wonder whether you’re a little sick for finding that so hot. Probably.
“Can I see you again?” He asks as he reaches over to brush a stray lock of hair out of your face.
You hum, contemplative, before smirking at him. “Eddie, your van is a piece of shit. I bet you’ll see me again as soon as next week.”
His face breaks into a grin and his laughter joins yours as he drops his hand to your thigh, spreading his fingers possessively over your skin.
