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RUSTIC SOURDOUGH with SALAMI and MUSTARD with a side of HUSHPUPPIES

(only if you feel like it, delete this if it stresses you out lol)

Had to See My Girl

older!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k+

summary: Sandwich Shop Request from reformedkingsmanagement | You stop by the shop to drop off lunch for Eddie. You decide you just might have to do something about the pretty little thing that’s definitely flirting with him over her civic.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut, PinV, Unprotected sex, Semi-Public (they’re in the office at the shop during a lunch break), Age gap

notes: I always get so nervous writing Eddie, but I’ve realized my older Eddie can be however I want him to be. So y’all get a guy who loves his girl so much he’ll rearrange her guts anytime she wants him to lmao. This story falls in my Older Mechanic!Eddie AU! Thank you so much to @punkrockmlchael and @robinbuckleywife for reading this over for me! And to @peachyproserpina for editing!

The sun’s burning down on the auto shop. The rays bouncing off the pavement in shimmering waves, making everything smell like hot metal, burning asphalt, and way too much gasoline. You spot Eddie the second you pull into the lot— he’s leaned under the hood of some girl’s blue Honda Civic. One of his hands braced on the frame of the car, the other is lost in the tangle of belts and grime below. His hair’s tied back with the red bandana you used to keep tied to your purse handle, sweat dripping down his neck, and his coveralls are shrugged down around his waist. His tank top soaked through and clinging to the ink that spreads across his chest.

She’s leaning too, all legs and fucking lip gloss. She’s laughing way too hard at something he didn’t really say. You clock the way her eyes sweep over his shoulders, the slow curve of her smile as she twirls the straw in her drink. She’s flirting with your boyfriend, like it’s a job she gets paid well for.

Eddie doesn’t look uncomfortable per se, but you know him. You know that smile he’s got on as he nods along— that polite, tight-lipped, please don’t make me be mean to you smile. You know the way his shoulders tense when he’s stuck trying to be nice. He doesn’t see you until you’re already halfway across the lot, a brown paper bag in hand, the breeze tugging at your shirt. The second his eyes land on you, something shifts within him. He stands, spine straightening up, and his hand drops from the car. He gives you a look— half-relief, half something that gets your heart jumping right behind your ribs. “Hey,” he says softly, brushing his hands off on one of the shop towels. “You didn’t say you were coming in today.”

“I didn’t,” you reply, holding up the bag. “Brought you lunch.”

“She’s so sweet,” the girl pipes in, her voice all soft and dripping in artificial sugar. “Is this your assistant or something?”

You turn to smile at her, eyes sharp and unbothered. “Nope. I’m his girl. Can I steal you for a second, baby?”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate when you ask. He just jerks his chin toward the garage office and drops the rag on the nearest tool bench. Then he follows you inside, with heavy steps and a flushed neck. The door clicks shut behind you both, and the second it does, you spin on your heel and grab a fistful of his shirt.

Your mouth hits his hard. It’s greedy. It’s hot, and you aren’t talking about the temperature. You taste the sweat that’s been collecting on him, the motor oil he’s been around all day, and the faint remnants of that shitty corner store gum he chews because he’s finally trying to quit smoking. His hands slide up your sides, smudges of grease staining your skin. Oil from his coveralls now clinging to your skirt. His fingers slip under your top like he’s been starved for the feeling of your skin.

You reach behind him blindly where he was pressed up against the office door and twist the lock, and that’s all he needs. He groans low, rumbling his chest, and then he shoves you back onto the desk. His tools rattling off somewhere behind you, his body slotting between your legs like he fucking belongs there— because he does.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your skin, his mouth dragging down your neck. His teeth scrape your throat just enough to make you gasp. “You really had to come in lookin’ like that while she’s out there makin’ heart eyes at me?”

“She was making eyes at you like she wanted a discount,” you breathe softly, tugging the bandana off his head and threading your fingers into his sweaty hair. “I just want your cock.”

That earns you a growl you’ve never heard him make before, and he grabs your hips hard enough to bruise. He’s dragging you closer to the edge of the desk until your thighs are spread wide, his hands palming them, and your ass is just barely balanced there. You can already feel how fucking hard he is through those stupid coveralls, he’s straining against the zipper. “She was talkin’ about my eyes,” he mumbles as he kisses your throat, the corner of your mouth, your collarbone, anywhere he can press his lips. “Told me I didn’t look forty-six. Think I’m gonna tell her it’s because I’ve got a hot girl and get laid on my lunch breaks.”

You grin, reaching between your bodies. You fiddle with where the arms of the coveralls are tied around his waist until you get the knot free, and then you tug his zipper down. He’s already hard and heavy when you wrap your hand around him. “Better make it a quick one then, boss. Wouldn’t want her little Civic to explode.”

He swears under his breath the second your skin makes contact with his, even gives a shallow thrust of his hips as he pulls your underwear to the side. His fingers sliding through the wet heat of your cunt like he’s been dreaming about it all morning. His eyes flick up to yours and the look he gives you is pure fucking adoration, all dark brown eyes and flushed pink cheeks, his teeth sunk into the corner of his mouth like he’s trying not to lose it. But he can’t keep his composure when you’re sitting there on his desk looking like this. So he does lose it. And he makes sure you’re going right down with him.

You don’t say anything else— you don’t need to. The second his fingers slide through the slick heat between your thighs, his mouth parts. A hungry little sound escaped him, and it sent a thrill straight down your spine. It starts the same every time, Eddie, towering over you. His eyes exploring every inch of your body, like the sight of you laid out in front of him wrecks him before he even gets inside of you. Like he’s not the one who holds any of the power in the room, but the one completely fucking owned.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs out softly, his voice low and rough. “So wet for me already?”

“For you,” you confirm, your fingers slide up from his cock to grip the front of his tank top. And then you drag him down to kiss you again. “Always for you.”

He moans loudly into your mouth, dragging two of his fingers through your folds again, slow and lazy, like he wants to savor every slick sound it makes. Then he draws back just enough to watch your face as he slides one of those thick fingers inside of you, curling up until your hips jolt off the desk. “Christ,” he hums, leaning in to kiss your jaw, your neck, the space behind your ear. “You’re squeezing already, baby, and I’m not even in there yet. Could live in this fucking pussy.”

You don’t get a chance to bite back the sound that leaves your mouth. You don’t even try to stop it. Your hand had already left where it had gripped his tank top and has already slid back down around him. You’re stroking him slow, his cock hot and heavy in your grip. His hips twitch forward into your palm, thrusting slowly like he needs something to work him up. He moans again— broken and deep. It’s a sound that shoots straight to your cunt.

“Need you inside me, Eddie,” you whisper to him, your voice desperate now. “I want you to fuck me right here. Don’t really care if she hears us.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans, his head drops forward onto your shoulder as he slides his fingers out of you. Then he grips your thighs, jerking you forward so your hips are hanging off the edge of the desk so fast your breath catches. “You keep saying things like that, puppet, I’m gonna fuckin’ die right here in this office.”

You let him shove your skirt up and drag your panties down with confident hands. He’s tossing them somewhere behind him without really looking, without really caring. He wraps one hand around himself, and jerks once, twice, before he’s lining up and pushing the blunt head of his cock against your waiting cunt. The stretch that follows is perfect. He’s thick and slow, sinking into you inch by inch while your hands scramble for purchase on his sweat slick shoulders. His lips parted slightly, head cocked in a tilt as he watches you take him. His chest is heaving, every muscle in his arms going tight as he squeezes your thigh.

“Fuck me,” he grits out between his teeth, his jaw clenched. “You feel so good, baby. Always so fucking tight— like your pussy knows it’s mine.”

You nod in response. You can’t form words, let alone the right ones. You can only cry out when he finally bottoms out with a rough grunt and pauses there, deep and throbbing inside you. His noses along your jaw, pressing kisses against your skin, the sweat sticking between your bodies before he finally stops, his lips brushing the corner of yours.

“You okay?” he asks softly, panting just a bit.

“Move,” you whisper, but it sounds more like a plea. “Please, Eddie— move.”

If there’s one thing he’s learned in his forty-six years, is to fucking listen to his girl. So he does. He grabs your hips and fucks into you hard enough to shake the desk beneath you. A particularly punctuated thrust of his hips sends a wrench off the desk and onto the floor with a loud clang. Your legs wrap around him tight, your heels digging into the backs of his thighs as he pounds into you. Each thrust pulling that little band in your belly more taut. His teeth are clenched, his breath ragged. Desperate sounds are swirling around you both— his name, your moans, the wet slap of skin on skin as he fucks you like he doesn’t have a client standing twenty feet away. He’s relentless as he rocks his hips into you, his head resting against your shoulder for a moment before he’s pulling back to watch his hand snakes between your bodies. His fingers clamping down and circling your clit in messy, tight circles that have you coming apart fast. Too fucking fast. The pressure building low in your belly has your brain dizzy. “C’mon, baby,” he moans out, leaning forward until his mouth is at your throat. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock. You know how much I love it when you squeeze me like that— fuck— there it is, that’s it—”

What finally does it alongside his words, is Eddie slipping a finger inside of you, right along his cock. That taut band deep within you snapping back against everything. It sends a flash of white hot pleasure through you as your eyes close, your back arches off the desk, and your fingers bury in his hair. Your orgasm tears through you like lightning. Your whole body tenses, shakes, your mouth hangs open in a silent cry as the heat rushes down your spine and pulses around him, squeezing him, within what feels like, an inch of his fucking life.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he moans, he’s chasing his own orgasm now— he’s desperate in his ministrations, letting you ride out your own through each roll of his hips. Then that pressure in his own belly peaks and he’s burying himself deep, stopping only when he’s at the hilt. Then he’s spilling inside of you, his hips stutter, his hands gripping so tight he knows he’s bruising your thighs as he empties himself with a few broken thrusts. His head falls back, facing the ceiling “F-fuck, fuck— yeah— take it, baby— juuuust like that.”

The air between you grows hot and heavy. It’s sticky with sweat and smells of sex. He leans over you again, panting against your mouth as he presses soft, dizzy kisses to your lips. He’s sweet, his hands not as tight on you as they once were, now they’re roaming— rubbing the ache out of your body as you both try to breathe again.

“Next time,” he chuckles softly, his kisses trailing along your jaw until he stops at your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the window over there. Just so she knows.”

You laugh, breathlessly and bring a hand up to cup his cheek, guiding him in for another kiss. One that’s slow and soft and filled with so much love your heart could burst. “Next time,” you whisper, “I’ll let you.”

You’re still a little shaky when he pulls out of you, his hands even gentler now than they were before. He tugs your skirt back down in place over your hips and kisses the inside of your thigh. His eyes flick up to you in a silent apology. Like he’s grateful. You’re not sure which one it is, but it makes your chest ache in that stupid soft way he always manages to drag out of you, even after absolutely wrecking you on top of a cluttered auto shop desk when he’s not even off the clock.

Eddie wipes you off with one of the old shop rags from the shelf— muttering something under his breath that sounds a whole lot like, “this is probably not OSHA-approved, but I’m a man of convenience”— and then leans in to kiss the crease of your smile before his hands are wrapping around yours and he helps you off the desk. His fingers linger at your waist when you find your footing, like he doesn’t actually want to let you go. He only drops them when you swat at his chest playfully and tell him, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna climb back up there and be late for literally everything else I have to do today.”

He snorts, glancing down as he zips himself back into his coveralls. “Really wouldn’t be the worst thing, no?”

You find your panties just under one of the chairs across from the desk— crumpled and inside-out— and shoot him a look as you step into them again. “Your aim’s getting better, Ed. Didn’t hit the light switch this time.”

“Practice makes perfect, sweetheart.”

Once you’ve smoothed your hair down and tucked your shirt back into your skirt, you hand him the brown paper bag you had originally came with— his lunch, now mostly forgotten— and he takes it with a sheepish, but satisfied grin. You both look thoroughly fucked-out and still completely in love. It’s a dangerous combination. You kiss him again anyway.

The kiss feels so quick— but truly it’s so soft and a little slow. His thumb brushes under your jaw like he hates not being able to keep you longer. “You staying over tonight?” he asks softly, his lips brushing against yours.

“If you promise to feed me.”

“Baby, I just did.”

You shove him in the chest, laughing as he opens the office door. The sharp scent of oil and asphalt hits you immediately, reminding you of just how hot summer in Hawkins can get. Your heels click on the concrete floor as you step out behind him. You fortunately look more composed than you feel.

Eddie walks back toward the Civic like he didn’t just rearrange your entire insides, and the girl is still standing there. As soon as she sees him, she’s twirling her straw again, her eyes shaded behind big round sunglasses. She looks up when she hears his voice and gives him a bright smile— that is, until she sees you.

You can’t help it. You smile at her, wide and unbothered. You turn slightly and blow him a kiss as you pass the garage bay, heading for your car. You don’t look at her again, not directly— but you catch the shift in her face out of the corner of your eye. The tight little squint of suspicion as she looks over you as you pass. The way her mouth pulls down at the corners, like she’s trying to piece something together and doesn’t like the answer she’s winding up at.

And Eddie? Eddie doesn’t even flinch. He just grins and leans back under the hood of her car and says, real casual, “Sorry about that. Had to see my girl.”

You slide into your car with a grin that doesn’t leave your face the whole way home.

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