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pervertedreams · 2 years

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𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐞.𝐦

summary: you go to run some errands for your father, but on your way back home your car breaks down. eddie is more than happy to help, but unfortunately you have no money. you don’t mind giving pretty boy a little exchange do you?

cw: mechanic!eddie, farmer!reader, reader has a slight southern accent, eddie is older, m receiving, angst?? ig, afab!reader, fem!reader, creampie

feedback on this would actually be so appreciated cause im proud of this one!

minors shooo ! (not proof read) moodboard for this fic

“shit shit shit.” you swear, vulgar words muffled over the red lollipop you’ve been sucking on. you’ve been out all day handling business while your dad handles things back at the farm, but somehow someway on your way back you’ve gotten lost. all the roads around here look the same, and you should know them from the back of your hand. but sometimes you still get lost. after driving all this time, your car is starting to slow down and you have not a clue where you are.

the harsh rippling sound of a busted tire echoes throughout the empty lands, anybody within fifty feet is gonna hear you coming. and eddie definitely did.

sitting up from his rusty wooden chair, he stands in the road as the sound gets closer and closer. you saw him way before his garage, a random man in the middle of the road. before you get the chance to shoo him off to the side, your car comes to a complete halt, making the entire car jerk to a stop. you slap your hands against the steering wheel in frustration before getting out of the car. your now filthy sneakers hitting the gravely ground, and skin again being exposed to the southern heat.

“why the hell we’re you in the way?” you’re now shouting at the tall man before you, you gotta blame somebody right? he was definitely older, not too much maybe in his late twenties. you wanna bet twenty-seven. his hair is longer than most of the men around your way, daddy would definitely call him a girl. his black wife beater clung to his body deliciously, you must admit he was attractive. big nose and full lips, his build wasn’t too bad either. but your attraction to this stranger wasn’t important right now.

“i heard you comin’ down a mile away, sweetheart. y’need any help?” his voice is muffled too, lips fixing around the wobbly lit cigarette in his mouth. “i need a mechanic.” you whine.

“then you’ve come to the right place!” he smiles around the cig, waltzing closer to you and your now broken vehicle. he’s eyed you down as well. jean overalls with a pair of dusty white sneakers to match, nails are neatly painted and they match the bandana handing out of your pocket. hair in two low braids so it won’t be on your neck in the heat, and lips stained from the red lollipop you were sucking on. he definitely was paying attention to that, but unfortunately that was the least of his worries.

“it’s clear you got a flat tire-“ he’s using his cigarette to point around the car, “and probably a dead battery.”

“can you please fix it, sir?” your voice is painted with nothing but southern sweetness ‘sir’ is gonna replay in his head forever. “you can call me eddie.” if he didn’t stop you now, the two of you would be breaking a sweat in the backseat. not that you’d complain.

“eddie can you please help, papa is waiting at home for me.” you plead, he can’t help but think of other ways those pretty red-stained lips would plead for him. he takes a puff of his cigarette with a nod, “y’gonna have to help me push this to the garbage, doll.” you nod coming up next to him, behind the car in an attempt to push it further down the road.

he can’t help but stare when you bend over, how your overalls cling in a way that he can see the cup of your ass. so tempting, but again not his priority. so the two of you try your best to make it to his garage.

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“here should be about good enough.” y’all finally bring the silver truck to a pause, stopping at eddie’s heated garage. as if it wasn’t already hot enough. you lean against your hot truck, the heat stinging your already warm flesh. you watch as he struts towards his tools and equipment, you can’t help but giggle at the sight of his ass. you like the way it looks.

“what’re you over there gigglin’ about?” his smirk is mimicking yours, digging in his dirty toolbox for the proper items. you shake your head, the slick sucking sound of your lollipop makes his stomach clench.

“m’not gigglin’ at anything sir.” you shrug, feet kicking against the dirt.

“eddie.” he quickly corrects, earning yet another chuckle from you.

he comes towards you with a few metal tools and something that looks like a box with two clipping cords. you think it’s jumper cables but what do you know. you should know these things, but you could care less as long as there’s someone else to do it for you. you notice his muscles slightly flex as he lifts the hood of the car and begins working on it. your heavy stare is making him nervous, making it harder to focus on the task at hand.

attempting to break the silence he finally speaks up, “so what’re you doin’ around these parts lil’ lady?”

“nothin’ was runnin’ some errands for daddy n’ got lost.”

he hums, using the hood rod to prop it up in place. he’s looking over at you, this time it’s his time to stare. “like what you see googly eyes?”

“do you have a way of paying for this?”

you shake your head.

“don’t have anymore of daddy’s money left?”

“no sir.” you’re closing the space between the two of you, now bumping arms. you watch how his adam’s apple bobs before looking at his full lips. you’re still sucking on your lollipop, he swallows at your cheeks hallowing around the sweet candy. eventually you neglect the tasty treat for his bitter cigarette. giving him eye contact as you pull it from his lips before taking a heavy drag.

“there’s gotta be another way i could pay right?” you’re batting your lashes, pressing your jean clad chest to his arm. that’s when he realizes you weren’t wearing anything beneath the overalls. “give me a moment on your truck, and i’ll get to your payment as quick as possible.” you flash him a sweet smile before taking a space back in your previous spot.

some time has past, the sun is already started to set. not that it was super bright when you arrived anyways. you’re nothin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and you both notice the lingering stares at each other. you’re ogling at his glistening arms, he’s peaking at the bead of sweat running from your neck and down the hidden valley between your breasts. you’ve finished his cigarette and your lollipop by now, sat on a crate you’re now looking up at him waiting to give your exchange. giving him big doe eyes, a visual of a similar position he might see really soon.

“so you from around here at all?” you finally chirp. at first he blinks down at you with a lost expression. the way you were sat did give his perverted brain all the privilege to wander. getting a good view of everything.

“no ma’am. from the city.” you nod telling him you figured he was, due to his accent. the heavy sound of a lid dropping makes you perk up, indicating that the job was finally done. and you could finally let out your frustrations. you step forward towards eddie, closing the gap between the two of you, chest to chest.

without warning, you’re palming him through his jeans. the heaviness from his hard on makes your hand curve around it. “i knew it.” eddie is taken by surprise, didn’t think a little lady like you would be so forward, be so bold. “woah now lil’ lady. y’don’t waste any time do you?”

“nope.” you pop the ‘p’ before bringing both your hands around his neck, “y’gunna let me pay you or what?”

he puts his arms up in defense, “be my guest.” you give him that same sugary sweet smile from earlier, getting on your tippy toes to place as kiss beneath his jaw. then his neck, then back to his cheek. eddie’s eyes are closed, hands gripping the side of the vehicle to steady himself. all the pinned up tension is slowly releasing itself with each wet kiss you place.

“i bet you wanna kiss me don’t you.” your hot breath heats the side of his neck, lips brushing against the pale skin. he opens his eyes again to look down at you before placing an unaimed kiss on your lips. the both of you moan into each other, this sudden rush of desperation getting stronger and stronger by the minute. he's drinking down any moan or whimper you let out greedily.

your brings your manicured hands over his shoulders and down his chest, lowering yourself as you glide down his frame. he has quite the muscle to be so skinny, you thought.

you’re now leveled with this crotch, dick fighting against his dark pair of jeans. you decide to give it some relief by unzipping his pants. the small sigh from him doesn’t go unnoticed by you when you start paling him again. but this time through his thin boxers.

“don’t wanna take too long. don’t want daddy coming and looking for me.” you give him a fake pout, hands reaching for the waistband of his underwear to finally pull him down. eddie winces at the way his painfully hard cock springs against his belly.

you hum greedily, finally placing your hands around his shaft. you give him a squeeze or two, spitting on your hand for lube. the sloshing sound of your spit slicking around his dick has him rolling his eyes back. “haven’t gotten any head since i moved here.” he pathetically admits.

“well today is your lucky day isn’t it?” without warning, you’re wrapping your lips around his pink tip, tongue swirling around and prodding at his hole. you can smell his musk, can smell his arousal and it’s intoxicating. all it does is egg you on to take him in deeper. earning a wobbly whimper from him, he’s now patting your hair with his ring clad hands, stroking your hair until both hands are wrapping around your braids.

he holds you still, stopping your from bobbing your head around his length. his paste starts off slow as he starts bucking his hips towards you face. you try your best to open your mouth as wide as you can, and to loosen you throat up for him. regardless of your attempts, he can feel your throat spasm against his thickness. hitting the back of your throat the quicker he goes, brain fuzzy as he lets out moan after moan. the sounds coming from the two of you are lewd, thank god no one lives around these parts cause it’s be painfully obvious what the two of you were up too.

the sounds of you gagging around his shaft, your spit frothing a ring around his cock and your mouth, his lewd whimpering as his mushy tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly. it’s complete filth.

“you’re like a fucking wet dream come to life.” he groans through his teeth, trying his hardest not to spew his warm cum down your throat. as delicious as that sounds, he’s gotta be inside you. he’s gotta see what that pretty ol’ cunt of yours looks like.

after a few more bobs, he pulls you off his cock by your braids, a lewd squelching sound echoing as he pulls himself from your throat. globs of saliva connecting you two together before dribbling off his tip and thudding onto the ground. you knees are sore against the gravel, ground scratching and stinging at your delicate skin.

you finally stand up, brushing the dirt and gravel off of your bruised knees. he’s already peeling your overalls off your shoulders, jean fabric tickling you as he slowly slides it down your arms. eddie’s leaning down to place a kiss at the junction between your shoulder and neck, then a kiss on your collar bones. “i need to be inside you, sweetheart.” his tone is desperate, wet lips grazing your skin as he speaks. “cumming inside of you would be the ultimate payment. what’d you think?”

you arch towards him when he takes one of your sore nipples between his thumb and index, head rolling back when you hum in agreement. after pinching and pulling for a bit, he finally crouches down to take a nipple in his mouth. mimicking what you did earlier, he sucks at the nub, swirling his tongue around it. eventually he pulls off it with a ‘pop’, admiring the now swollen nipple.

he peels the overalls down further, exposing more of your bare stomach. he’s grazing his fingers across your body, and your soaking him all in. your open your eyes to look around occasionally, but you’re both sure no one’s creeping around here now that the day is winding down.

“don’t forget about daddy.” you whine in his hair. the sound of his dark chuckle goes straight to your buzzing pussy. it’s like your whole body is on fire. “daddy will be fine. you’re a big girl hmm?” it’s you’re turn to smile this time. you could care less about arriving home at your fathers preferred curfew. eddie’s right, you are grown, handling grown folks business. and the most you’d get is a lecture and a shitty chore anyways, mind as well enjoy your fun.

your overalls are completely off by now, jeans pooling at your ankles like eddie’s once was. you giggle at the fact that his dick has just been dangling this whole time. but that smile quickly contorts your an open mouth moan, when he places his hand flat against your mound, underwear creating a addictive friction against your clit. he’s slowly running circles through your panties, satisfied with the way your rut your hips against his hand. filthy with the way you fuck yourself on his palm.

he’s close, mouth grazing the shell of your ear, “pull em’ down for me, doll.” there’s that smile again when your turn around on the balls of your feet. bending over as your wiggle yourself out of your panties. his lip trapped beneath his teeth as he watches you.

fucking minx.

when you finally kick them off, you help when you feel his large hands pull at your hips. swinging your around to push you up against your car, gasping at the way your erect nipples press against the now cold car door. he’s grunting on the back of your neck when he rushes to kick your foot up, wasting no time to finally slip himself inside of your sopping hole. a sigh of relief come out the both of you, felt like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever. he’s grabbing you by your chin, back not pressed to his chest so he can get a good look at you. you’re in pure bliss, you choke and pant with a slack jaw as his speed quickens. sobbing when he brings his free hand to rub circles along your sore clit. your body is completely out of your control with the way you’re rutting against him. the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other is egging the two of you on.

“jesus fucking— fuck.” it’s like he’s knocking the wind out of you, and he’s not even going that hard. that’s just how horny you are. he’s giving you everything you need and more. the boys that usually linger around here aren’t this good. maybe you should find city boys more often.

a certain buck of his hips has you going silent, pleasure too overwhelming to make a sound, just him moaning, and your ass slapping against his pelvis. his chin is hooked over your shoulder, “please tell me you’re close, doll. i can’t hold out much longer.”

your clit is aching, walls pulsating around his shaft, jaw slack with empty moans, eyes rolls back so hard it hurts, your lips are swollen from all the biting, you’re a filthy mess. you can feel it bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and just the right rut of his skilled hips makes you snap. a spew of incoherent whines come falling out of your tongue, saying anything that pops in that cock drunk kind of yours. your body is exhausted, now going limp as he’s still fucking you to reach his high. the sob at the overstimulation of your cunt.

you whine a small “shit.” when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, using that as the only way of grounding himself as he fills you to the brim. hot streams of his cum filling right inside of you, panting you hold onto your truck trying to keep yourself up. you’re both tired and sweaty, hot pants against each other’s skin as he holds you closer.

there’s a shlicking sound as he pulls out of you, beads of his cum falling right after. what a sight to see.