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PRICE OF FAME (PART 3/12)

ALRIGHTY HERE WE GO !!

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: eddie and gareth don't get along and eddie thinks you look cute when you're sleeping

contains: enemies to lovers trope, smoking, alcohol use, maybe gareth's a bitch lol, scary feelings, a sprinkle of fluff, and eddie being down bad in every way, shape, and form <3

word count: 5.3k

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Breakfast has been your favorite part of joining Corroded Coffin on tour. Aside from the fluffy, soft, sweet pancakes, grease-dripping bacon, and toe-curling orgasmic coffee, breakfast has always been lighthearted and fun. Richie makes everybody sit at the table together like a family so there can be some sense of normalcy throughout the busy days; it’s nice.

You alternate with your seating, wanting to get to know all of the crew members as best as you can while you have the time, and you’ve had decent conversations amongst some awkward ones. On the first day, you sat next to Mitch, the light coordinator, and listened to his story about how he met his husband. They’re expecting a baby this fall, and you two bounced a few names off each other for him to consider. On the second day, you sat beside Kaylee, the tour stylist, and talked about your college horror stories. On the third day, you sat next to Brandon, a stage manager, and spoke about… well, you don’t really remember because he talked the entire time, and you kind of blanked out. Slowly, you’ve made your way around the table each day, learning little things about the group.

Today, however, there is not the usual lighthearted and familial atmosphere at the table.

You came down to the breakfast hall a bit late from your shower, and the second you stepped into the room, you could sense the tension still hanging from yesterday. You haven’t spoken to or seen Eddie since he confronted Gareth at the studio, and you’re not sure if he’d even want to see you, but you have no choice but to take the only open seat next to him.

You quietly say good morning to everyone, and Richie is the only one who gives you a warm response. “How’d you sleep, birdie?” He questions around a mouthful of eggs. You nod and settle in, “Good, I almost slept through my alarm.” You jokingly admit. Richie chuckles, “1500 thread count sheets will do that to you.” He says, causing the table to erupt in a soft symphony of laughter.

It falls awkwardly silent, and you try your best to avoid glancing at Gareth, but there’s no doubt everybody notices the shiner he’s sporting on his eye. The room is filled with sounds of forks clanking against plates and the quiet mumble of short, faint snippets of conversation until Richie clears his throat, “We’ve got an interview with the press at twelve and rehearsals at three, like always, so do what you need to do before then. We can’t be late for this interview, got it?” He reminds the crew, and everybody’s head nods in understanding, all but one.

“I’m not going.”

All eyes turn to Gareth, a full plate sitting untouched before him as he slumps back in his seat. Beside you, Eddie lights a cigarette, and you opt to busy yourself with taking a bite of your French toast, practically feeling the anger radiating from Eddie as he takes a drag. Richie clears his throat once again, scooting closer to the table and tilting his head with a look of confusion, “Um… why not?” He questions.

Gareth glances at him as best as he can with his black eye, “Because I’ve got an eye the size of a tennis ball on my face, Richie.” Everyone at the table seems to uncomfortably shift now that the elephant in the room has been addressed. Eddie doesn’t waste a second to speak up from beside you, “Nothing you didn’t deserve.” For the first time since yesterday, Eddie looks at Gareth and sees the swollen eye he left from yesterday. Eddie doesn’t show a single hint of regret.

The table returns to quietly eating as Gareth ignores Eddie’s comment, “I’m not going.” He reiterates. Richie sighs and rubs the coarse mustache on his face, “You have to go, Gareth. Just put some shades on.” He suggests, returning to his food as if the conversation finished, but Gareth holds up. “I’m not gonna sit there in shades like a fucking idiot, man.”

“Well, you don’t have a choice, son,” Richie snaps, dropping the fork in his plate to look at Gareth. You wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole, and you’re sure you’re not the only person with that wish when you look at the other crew members at the table. “This band has an album coming soon,” he reminds the group, “We don’t have time for rumors and gossip to start circulating; you need to show up as a unit. This isn’t up for debate.”

The conversation could’ve ended there because, quite frankly, it seemed like Gareth was willing to go with it, but Eddie couldn’t let the moment to say something slip, “Just let him go, Rich.” He shrugs. You glance at Eddie, watching as he taps his cigarette ash into his plate, “It’s not like he brings much to the table anyway.”

Across the table, from the corner of your eye, you see Gareth lean forward to glare at Eddie, “The fuck does that mean?” He snaps.

Eddie looks at Gareth for the second time and shrugs, “Means you’re a shit band member, man. Fuckin’ Mitch has done more for this band than you ever have or could’ve done.” He gestures towards Mitch, ignoring when the man slightly cowers in his seat. Gareth looks at Eddie with a stone-cold glare, saying nothing momentarily and letting the thick blanket of silence curl around everyone's neck. He leans forward and points a finger at Eddie, who’s not even looking at him anymore, “Fuck you. You wonder why Chrissy left you for Jason Carver, it’s because you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Jesus Christ, guys–” Jeff tries to interject, but Gareth continues speaking, “At least Jason acknowledges her. That’s more than you ever did.” He jabs. Eddie chuckles, shaking his head before speaking around a cloud of smoke, “You don’t know shit about me and Chrissy.”

Gareth tauntingly laughs, “Nah, she filled me in quite a fuckin’ bit.”

The invisible ticking time bomb seems to have gone off in Eddie’s mind. He stands up from his chair, a loud screeching noise grating everyone's ears as he flicks his cigarette into his plate, “The fuck did you just say?”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Richie interjects, standing up and raising his hands as a gesture to stop. “Enough. Fucking enough,” he glances between the two heated men in annoyance, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you boys, but you need to figure your shit out on your own time.” He snaps. Your hands rest in your lap, anxiously picking at the seam of your jeans, wanting to shrink into your seat because you can’t help but feel as if this is your fault. It was your journal he read anyway; you play some part in the issue, right?

Richie sits back down with an exhaustive huff, picking up his fork to resume eating, but before he picks up a piece of his food, he gestures at the table, “Either sit down and finish your goddamn meal, or fuck off somewhere. Both of you.”

Eddie stands for a moment before deciding to leave without another word.

By the time the press interview rolls around, you’re more anxious than you thought you’d be. Between the time frame of breakfast and now, you had more than enough time to ponder over the messy situation you’ve accidentally created between Gareth and Eddie.

Truthfully, you had no idea that the Chrissy Gareth had mentioned during your conversation was Eddie’s ex-girlfriend Chrissy; hell, you didn’t even know Eddie had an ex-girlfriend named Chrissy until yesterday!

On one of your few sit-downs with Gareth, you ended up discussing his love life, and you took the leap of faith to ask him if he’d ever been in love.

“…There was one girl. Her name was Chrissy; we went to high school together.”

“You dated?” “No,” Gareth shakes his head, “No, we never dated. But I always had this weird connection with her… like we understood each other in a deeper way.”

You smile in awe of the sweetness behind his words, jotting down little notes in your journal as he speaks. “I always admired her to an extent, but she, uh,” he clears his throat and scratches at his jaw, “she was in another relationship for most of the time I knew her.”

Gareth silently watches as you continue to write. You look up at him when you realize he’s been silent for a while, and you open your mouth to ask what is wrong, but he speaks before you, “Is this um,” he gestures towards your journal, “this bit isn’t going in the final publish, right?” He asks. You tilt your head, a few questions running through your mind, but you brush them off, “Um… well, I suppose I can leave some of it out, yes.”

Gareth nods, shifting in his chair and clearing his throat. “Okay, good. Um… well, anyways,” he begins, “Me and Chrissy didn’t hook up until I went back to Hawkins during our break off from last year's tour.”

Ultimately, Gareth had explained that Chrissy had recently left a three-year relationship when they’d hooked up. He explained that they crossed paths at a bar, and things took off from there, but he cut it off with her the following morning. He never told you why he cut it off, but you now understand the guilt of betraying his best friend had forced him to do so.

You had no idea that the entire conversation was pertaining to Eddie’s ex; if you had known, you would’ve never written it down. You wouldn’t have even finished the conversation if Gareth had told the whole truth because, quite honestly, you would rather not be in the mix of this disaster.

You’re disappointed. Upset that Gareth practically used you to get the guilt off his chest. And the truth is, that conversation did little to nothing for Gareth in the long run; he still felt guilty for never telling Eddie, and it’s only gotten worse with the added tension between them now that the secret is out.

Eddie was cold toward you before, but now he’s thicker than the ice in Antarctica. He’s avoiding you at all costs— and maybe he’s just avoiding everybody. Still, you can’t help but take his avoidance personally, especially when you’d thought you were finally reaching some sort of middle ground with him.

You sit off to the side of the stage with the rest of the band’s crew as you watch them take their seats for the press interview. Eddie sits on one end of the table while Gareth sits at the other end, the other two members filling the two seats in between. Gareth had no choice but to cover his black eye with a dark shade of glasses, and it seemed like nobody paid mind to it— typical rockstar wardrobe and all.

The interview was off to a good start, with reporters asking questions about the upcoming album, life on the road, and relatively anything about the music. Near the end, however, is when things seemed to get rocky. The questions became more of a filler than anything important, and boys were evidently tired of answering. It wasn’t until a journalist asked a specific question that things seemed to reach a tipping point.

“There’s been rumors that this album has more love songs than usual. Could you confirm or deny that?”

The boys look at each other, and Gareth leans forward to respond, but Eddie beats him to it. “There were a few, yeah, but um… They didn’t make the final cut, so maybe next time.”

The energy vividly shifts amongst the boys; Gareth looks at Eddie and scoffs before leaning back into his chair, clearly throwing in the towel for the rest of the interview. You don’t understand the apparent dispute just now, but you find out when the boys finish the interview and walk into the green room.

“What the fuck, man?” Gareth spits, walking a few paces behind Eddie. “We’re not cutting the song.” His loud voice booms through the room, not caring if anybody will overhear their dispute.

“I’m not putting a song out that you wrote about my fucking ex-girlfriend, Gareth. Are you out of your fucking mind?” Eddie snaps.

Richie turns to the band and crew members and motions for them to leave the room, which nobody even bothers to protest, eager to escape any more awkward conversations for the day. Everybody else makes a beeline for the tour bus, planning to fill in the few hours before rehearsal.

You glance back at the room where Eddie and Gareth are bickering, and you bravely choose to sit in the chair outside the doorway. You try not to stick your nose in their business, but they’re arguing loud enough for you to hear snippets either way. The conversation doesn’t last long before Gareth storms out of the room and down the hall, bursting through the doors and out of sight.

You glance back into the room where Eddie stands, fishing out his pack of cigarettes and sparking up. You figure now is better than ever, so you clench your bag strap and stand up, hesitantly stepping into the room. Clearing your throat once you’re a few steps away from Eddie, you watch as he exhales a cloud of smoke. He glances at you and turns away, “What do you want?”

You take one step closer, “I um… I wanted to apologize.” You begin. He looks at you again, brown eyes tired and riddled with pain— and you can’t imagine how much of a whirlwind the past twenty-four hours have been for him. “For what?” He asks, confusion and annoyance laced within his tone.

He’s turned to face you, shiny chains glistening on his hips beneath the building lights. You shake your head, struggling to find the words, because, was this really even your fault?

You obviously can’t apologize for Gareth fucking his ex-girlfriend— you had no part in that�� and it’d seem silly to apologize for accidentally dropping your journal. So, what exactly do you apologize for? How do you let him know that you’re sorry this was how he found out, even if it isn’t entirely your fault?

You decide to try and redirect your wording, “I want you to know that I was never going to put that in the final article.” You say.

Eddie scoffs, taking a drag of his cigarette before responding, “And why would I believe that?” He questions.

He’s gazing at you like the first night you’d met when he was watching you from across the green room and commanding you to leave. You think he has the same intentions now, but Eddie has yet to learn that you’re stubborn.

“Well, for starters, Gareth asked me not to put it in,” you admit. Eddie’s jaw tenses and part of you feels as if you’ve tossed Gareth under the bus, but you had no choice. This was Gareth’s doing, and if you have to tell the ugly truth to save your image, then so be it. “He didn’t tell me why, but I know now. And now that I know the full truth behind that story, I definitely won’t write it in.”

Eddie watches you momentarily, intense eyes burning holes through you before he turns away. He scratches his jaw for a moment, taking a breath before returning to you. Eddie points to you, the burning cigarette hanging between his fingers as he speaks, “You know,” he begins, “somehow, you’ve managed to persuade everyone that you’re some sweet, innocent small-town journalist that just wants to ‘appreciate the artists,’ but that,” he gestures to your bag where he knows your journal is resting, ashes fluttering to the ground with each wave of his hand.

“That proved everything I believed about you.” He says. “People like you are fucking vampires. You suck the life out of people to keep you alive, and it’s fucked up.” He snaps.

Your face twists in anger, subtly shaking your head as you subconsciously step closer, “Eddie, I didn’t… I didn’t even know she was your ex, and if I did, I would’ve never written about it.” You exclaim, tossing your hands in exasperation. “And I’m sorry you found out the way you did, but you can’t hate me for something someone else did!”

Eddie frustratedly rubs his face, “That’s not the point!” He exclaims. “I read your journal. I saw everything I needed to see to confirm that I was right about everything with you and this fucking article.” He stresses, his loud voice echoing throughout the empty room.

“I'm not here to destroy your life, Eddie!” You snap, voice raising to match the level of his own. Eddie steps closer, towering over you and glaring so intensely into your eyes that you almost cower, “I don’t fucking believe that for a second.” He snaps back.

His chest rises and sinks like a rocky boat beneath his angry breaths, and he’s so close you can smell the cigarettes and mint on his breath. The scent of his cologne wrapping around you and choking you like a snake.

You don’t know how much more patient you can be with Eddie. You don’t know how much more of this back-and-forth you can take before it drives you insane. You want it to end. You want him to understand that you’re not his enemy; you never were.

You can only think of doing one thing: unzipping your bag and reaching in to grab your journal. Eddie watches with a hint of confusion in his eyes as you crack open the journal and start flipping through the pages. “What are you doing?” He asks in annoyance, patience running thin at your silence.

You flip through nearly half of the book before finding the pages you sought. You don’t think twice before ripping them out, not even caring if it destroys the binds of your precious journal. “The fuck are you doing?” Eddie asks again.

You tear each page out and drop the book to the floor, ignoring Eddie’s questions as you shred each torn-out page to pieces. Eddie watches in silent and hidden shock as each pen-soaked strip flutters to the ground, creating a heap of trash between where you both stand.

You tear the last piece and let it fall before looking at Eddie, watching as he gazes at the torn pages. Nearly five pages worth of writing, gone.

“There. It’s gone. Do you believe me now?”

Eddie says nothing when he drags his gaze up to look at you, shock-ridden across his face. “I’m not who you say I am, Eddie. I’m not here to ruin your life; that was never my intention.”

Eddie stays silent, seemingly lost for words, and even if you want him to say something, your braveness has begun to falter, and you itch to leave the room. You’re strong-willed, but you’re no fucking superwoman, and Eddie has pulled every exhausting breath out of you, and you can’t seem to get a grip because every time you breathe in, all you smell and feel is Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

You grab your destroyed journal from the floor, not bothering to try and fix the binding before you shove it back into your bag, and you don’t say another word as you leave the room.

You’ve been writing for hours when you check the clock— twelve thirty-two. The band played a show tonight, but you decided to stay in your hotel to let your ankle rest— you haven’t been taking all the precautions the medic advised you to, so by the time lunch rolled around, you were in an uncomfortable fit of pain. You used your free time by tweaking the draft of your article— adding in new pieces of information and taking out unnecessary notes. You’re about twenty pages in, but by the end of the month, you’ll have compiled it all into ten; but for now, it seems your brain has become a muddled mess of words and ideas.

You suppose drinking three glasses of wine didn’t help fix that, either. You’re tipsy, teetering on the edge of drunk, and that’s a dangerous place to be when you’re practically working. You don’t even want to think of the past drunken works you’ve made; they’re worse than you’d like to admit.

You sigh, dropping your pen onto the hotel desk, leaning back in your chair, and rubbing your hand down your face in exhaustion. You glance over to the chair you’ve propped up to rest your injured leg, deciding that you should probably ice it since you’ve neglected to do so all day.

You figure you’re done writing for the day anyway, so you put your things in order before grabbing the ice bucket and making your way out of the room to find the ice machine.

What you don’t expect to find on your journey is a sleepy Eddie sitting in the hallway just a few doors down from yours. Maybe you drank four glasses of wine.

Out of common, drunk courtesy, you redirect your path and limp over to where he sits, arms folded across his chest and head leaned back against the wall with shut eyes.

You gently say his name to grab his attention, but he doesn’t budge. You shuffle closer, calling his name out again, and when that doesn’t work, you gently nudge him with your non-injured foot. His eyes flutter open, blinking away the light sleep from his eyes as he looks at you.

You tilt your head in question and ask, “What are you doing sleeping in the hallway?”

Eddie shifts in his spot, grunting and glancing at the bucket in your hands. From the looks of it, Eddie is as sober as can be, so you guess he decided to skip out on the after-show festivities they usually partake in. “I um… I lost the key card to my room.” He explains, gesturing to the door across from where he’s seated.

“The band is out for the night, and the lobby’s closed, so…”

You nod in understanding, glancing around the empty hallway, catching sight of a cleaning lady entering a room down the corridor. And technically, you don’t owe Eddie anything.

You could leave him here in the hallway to spend the night sleeping on the hard ground, and it probably wouldn’t bother him either way because Eddie clearly doesn’t like you, but fuck you feel bad.

You’re not a terrible person. You wouldn’t kick somebody when they’re already down, and Eddie… Eddie is clearly down.

Before you can thoroughly think it over, your liquor-weighted mouth speaks before you can stop yourself, “You could crash in my room for the night.”

Eddie looks at you with the blankest expression he could ever muster and blinks, “Why would I do that?”

God, he’s such a fucking asshole.

You shrug, gently swinging the bucket in your hand and glancing around again, “I don’t know, unless you'd like to sit here all night like a moron, then be my guest.”

Your ankle hurts as you stand and wait for Eddie to make up his mind, and just when you almost decide to throw in the towel and let him fend for himself, Eddie grumbles a short “Fine,” and gets up.

You watch as he reaches down to grab his leather jacket and turns to you, “You can go ahead; I have to get ice for my foot.” You tell him, pointing to your door so he knows where to go.

Eddie glances down at your injured leg and says nothing before he reaches forward and gently takes the bucket from your hands— cold, jewelry-covered fingers brushing up against your warm knuckles and sending shivers up your spine.

He hands you his jacket, and you stand silently, confused by the exchange. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he answers your question, “I’ll get the ice.” And he doesn’t even bother looking at you before turning around and leaving to find the ice machine.

You’re too drunk to figure out what that was about, and your ankle is starting to throb under the pressure of standing, so you walk back to your room clutching his jacket and trying your hardest not to let the familiar scent of Eddie knock you dead.

You leave the door slightly propped open for Eddie and place his jacket on the chair near the desk. In the meantime, you busy yourself with removing your suitcase and clothes you’d haphazardly tossed around from the extra bed where Eddie will be sleeping. You figure you’ll just head to bed once Eddie gets here, so you exchange your jeans and fitted top for shorts and a ratty old He-Man shirt from high school.

You’re setting your previous clothes aside when Eddie steps into the room, a bucket full of ice in one hand with a Coke and chips in the other. You raise an eyebrow, questioning the extra items, and he shrugs as he shuts the door with his foot, “What? The vending machine was right next to the ice, and I was hungry.” He explains as he places the bucket on the desk, making sure to avoid placing it on your work pages. He tries his best not to look at what you’ve written, and you don’t point it out when he clears his throat and diverts his attention to something else. He grabs the wine bottle and shakes it, raising an eyebrow when he realizes it’s less than halfway full, “I take it someone had a good time?”

You roll your eyes, walking over to take the bottle and put it back on the desk. “Not that it’s any of your business.” You respond, turning to grab a ziplock to fill with ice. Eddie takes the bag from you and shoos you away, “Go sit down, I’ll do it.”

Your face twists in confusion, “You’re starting to scare me. Are you gonna kill me?”

Eddie laughs and busies himself with scooping large chunks of ice and dropping them into the open ziplock. “I will if you don’t sit down.” He responds.

You relent and walk over to your bed, sitting at the head of the mattress to lean against the pillows near the headboard, doing your best to shove a pillow beneath your foot lazily. You sit silently, hands folded against your stomach, watching Eddie work.

He’s wearing his usual black jeans, decorated with hanging chains from his waist, and a plain white shirt, hidden muscles flexing beneath the soft cotton. His shoulders are broad yet hidden beneath the thick, curly mane of hair he has. Tattoos litter his arms, a few trickling down to his fingers, and you catch glimpses of his knuckles dripping with drops of water from the ice and— fuck.

There’s no way you’re checking out Eddie Munson, the asshole who’s made your life a living hell these past few weeks. You really can’t handle your liquor.

You panic and grab the TV remote, quickly turning it on to fill the silence. You distract yourself by watching the random sitcom playing until Eddie steps into your view. You must’ve been focused on the show because Eddie seems to have traveled to the restroom to get a towel to wrap around your makeshift ice pack. Your sheets are pulled back, leaving your bare legs on display, and you can’t help but squirm when Eddie stands at the foot of the bed and takes in the sight of you.

He says nothing as he gently lowers the ice onto your ankle. His inked fingers sink into the plush cotton of the towel, and if Eddie weren’t an artist, you bet he could land a job as a hand model. Or maybe you’ve really lost it.

His gaze flickers to catch your wide eyes, and you hold your breath when he speaks, “Is it too cold? Do you need another towel?” He asks. You stutter to answer him, so you shake your head no, eventually sputtering out a response of, “N-no, it’s fine. Thank you.”

Eddie turns to grab his snacks and falls into the other bed with a sigh, cracking open the bag of chips and popping a few into his mouth. You grimace and pull the sheets over your body as you comment, “If you bring ants to my room, I swear to god, Munson, I’ll hunt you down.”

Eddie chuckles, glancing at you as you shift around and get comfortable in bed, “Not with that broken foot, you won’t.”

You glare at him over the heap of expensive duvets and pillows, “I wonder whose fault that is?” You respond, falling back into bed when you see him roll his eyes.

Eddie clears his throat after a moment, “Speaking of that,” he begins; you peek over at him once again to watch as he puts the chips aside and grabs the remote to start flicking through channels. “Since we’re off these next four days, you should keep it light on your feet.”

You sarcastically laugh, “Don’t tell me you’re actually concerned for my well-being. This night keeps getting weirder and weirder.” You joke. Eddie pauses his task to glance at you, “No, I just…” You raise an eyebrow, urging him to continue. He rolls his eyes, “I’m not a complete asshole, you know?” He grumbles, turning back to the TV.

You’re snuggled into your sheets now as you watch Eddie flip through the channels, admiring how different features of his face light up under the different colors from the screen. He’s… pretty.

“What do you have planned for your days off?” You question behind a drawn-out yawn. You think you catch a glimpse of a smile on Eddie’s lips, but you can’t see very well in the dim lighting. “My Uncle Wayne is flying in, so… I’m spending time with him,” Eddie explains. You smile, “Your uncle?”

Eddie nods, and you hum, “That’s nice… Can I meet him?”

You’re never drinking wine again.

Eddie looks at you as if you’ve asked him the dumbest question on earth, “Why would… why?”

You shrug, “Maybe he’ll help me figure out why you’re such a grump.” You half-heartedly tease. Eddie scoffs, returning to watch the movie he’s landed on, “If you think I’m grumpy, you’re not equipped to meet Wayne.” He comments. And then something remarkable happens.

Eddie smiles to himself.

It’s small and obviously not meant for your eyes, but you see it either way, and it… fuck, it makes you feel things you would’ve never imagined you could for such an asshole of a man. What is going on?

“He can’t be any worse than you.” You joke. Eddie scoffs, “Nah, Wayne takes the cake for grumpiest man alive,” he bids.

Eddie tells you about Wayne, little memories he remembers that bleed into more memories until, eventually, he’s practically taking a walk down memory road. You go back and forth with him, commenting when you had a similar situation or when Eddie mentioned the same show you loved in high school.

At some point, Eddie’s stories and the low hum of the TV lull you to sleep, and you find yourself lying in cotton candy clouds, sinking into the softness and letting it surround you.

Eddie’s not sure when you checked out on him, but he figures he’d been talking to himself for a while because you're fast asleep when he looks over at you.

He watches you for a moment and appreciates the way the blue and white hues of the TV dance across your face. Your skin looks soft under the fluorescent lights, and he thinks the steady rise and fall of your breaths is more entertaining than any movie he could’ve landed on. And you’re so pretty— soft and molded to perfection, and Eddie thinks he might like you more like this; when you’re not talking and being the most obnoxious person he’s ever met. Eddie hates the feeling he gets in his chest from just looking at you.

You’re cute, he thinks.

He shakes his head to free himself from whatever weird feelings are spiraling through his mind, and he turns off the TV, letting the darkness swallow the room.

He’ll just have to worry about his feelings another time, he thinks.

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part four

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Summer of Love:- Home Sweet Home

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

Smut 18+ minors DNI

AN anyone on the phone will be in bold, I tried with the smut ok? Next part should be out in a couple days hopefully 🤞🏼.

TW:- mentions of sex, edging, oral (f receiving) praise kink, fingering,choking and swearing? 🤷🏼‍♀️

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It had been a few days since the accident. Mackenzie sat on the side of the bed legs swinging, attempting to do her makeup with one hand. Jack had offered to help and got as far as concealer but had to leave for a morning workout with the boys. Huffing Mackenzie gave up, reaching for her phone to call Kaylee to see if she would come and help, Mackenzie was also frustrated because she forgot she needed to shower and so the “makeup” if you could call it that, she’d put on was pointless anyways and she still required assistance to get dressed and she didn’t feel comfortable asking a nurse for help. Growing up together there wasn’t much Kaylee hadn’t seen before, considering the endless amount of times they’ve had to help a drunk one another into clothes after a night out, or the countless times they’d walked into the bathroom to use the toilet as the other showered. You could say they were beyond the line of a normal best friendship, and so if Jack couldn’t help her change, Kaylee certainly would.

Unlocking her phone, Mackenzie clicked on the second most recent contact. Kaylee picked up on the second ring, “hello my American sweetheart” Kaylee greeted. “Hey gorgeous, are you up to anything?” Kenzie smirked knowing the answer, “girl… since when do I do anything without you?” Kaylee deadpanned. Mackenzie laughed before teasing, “true just gotta check you’re not cheating on me”. “If anything you’re cheating on me with Jacky boy, but he’s cute so I’ll forgive you for that.” Kaylee teased back, Mackenzie rolled her eyes, “you’re not even into boys so how can that statement be factually correct?” Kaylee laughed “I could be secretly into boys” Kenzie laughed again, “considering I was your “sexual awakening” when you drunkenly kissed me and told me I was sexy at a house party at 16 I doubt we’re at the point of hiding things from each other.” “Hey! I still stand by that statement. You are sexy as hell, Jacky boy is one lucky boy, I’ve seen your lap dance moves!” Both girls belly laughing at the memory of Mackenzie stunning the room into silence after a lap dance dare, Mackenzie would never admit it but she killed it. “Okaaayyy swiftly moving on, can you come to the hospital I need help with changing and my makeup, I wanna look hot.” Kenzie pleaded, “I’m on my way home girl, I’ve already ordered my Uber” “See now this is why I love you.” “Oh that’s why? But any excuse to see your fine ass and I’m there!” “Careful Jack doesn’t hear you say that” Mackenzie laughed out, “I’ll see you in a little bit beautiful, love you mwah” “I’ll see you soon gorgeous, love you mwah” the girls blew each other a kiss and hung up.

Looking at the time, Mackenzie figured Jack would be done or finishing up his workout, so she decided to call him but before she could call him, “Jack❤️” came across her screen with a picture of the two at a devils game, Mackenzie smiling widely with Jack kissing her cheek. Answering, Mackenzie speaks first “well hello handsome I was just about to call you.” “Oh really? You causing trouble in the ward?” “Me? Trouble? Never. I was just letting you know that Kaylee’s coming to help me get ready for the day. The doctors are going to make their rounds soon. I’m hoping I’ll be discharged today and we can maybe go on a little date this evening?” “Yeah sounds perfect, we haven’t had the chance to go on one in a while huh? I’m just heading back home now, I can drop Kaylee off if she wants?” “Oh babe she’s already ordered an Uber and is halfway here but thank you though. You have any ideas for our date then lover boy?” They usually took it in turns to plan the dates and this time it was Jacks turn. “I have a few ideas, most require two arms which might cause an issue considering you have one right now.” Jack teased, “just means you actually have a chance at winning this time”, Mackenzie shot back. “Oh really? Is that how you wanna play baby? I’ll remember that when you pout because you want my help at the mini golf course.” “Mhm you say that like you don’t purposely get up close and personal. Anyways I’ll let you go shower, Kaylee should be here soon. I love you.” “I love you too baby, I’ll come over in a little.”

True to her word, Kaylee did in fact arrive soon. After greeting Mackenzie with a hug and kiss on the cheek as usual, Kaylee walked over to the bag Jack had packed for Kenzie and pulled out denim shorts, a white cropped tank top and a Red Devils hoodie that judging by the smell of cologne belonged to Jack. Kaylee set them on the bed before making her way to the door locking it, making her way back to Mackenzie to help her up and to the bathroom. Mackenzie reached to turn the shower on before sitting on the bench so Kaylee could help her undress. “And here I was thinking I’d get a famous Mackenzie special lap dance.” Kaylee teased, “maybe on your birthday if you’re a good girl” Kenzie winked, Kaylee pouted before helping her take off her shirt that was again definitely Jacks judging by how it fell to her knees. “Do you own any clothes or do you just steal Jacks all the time?” Kaylee smirked, “oh please I bet if I went through your closet at home there would be plenty of clothes you’ve stolen from your ex girlfriends.” Kenzie retaliated standing to take off her pj shorts. Kaylee left after that letting Mackenzie shower in peace, she kept the door slightly ajar incase Mackenzie needed help, both girls chatting away about anything and everything. After showering Kaylee helped Kenzie get dressed reaching for a matching bra and underwear set claiming she’d thank her later. “I don’t know what bedroom activities you think I’m gonna be getting up to because I can guarantee Jack doesn’t think I look hot with bruises and a broken arm.” Kenzie rolled her eyes, Kaylee stared at her for 10 seconds quirking her eyebrow before replying “girl… you know I love you and I’m gonna be straight up that boy loves you to death, he doesn’t care if you look like Fiona from shrek he’d still think you’re the most beautiful woman in the room as do I might I add.” “Mhmm maybe we should test that” Kenzie laughed. The girls then finished Mackenzie’s makeup before cuddling in bed together waiting for the doctors to come round. After waiting an hour the girls decided to FaceTime Maddy, Freya and Olivia, as Kaylee was preoccupied bragging about getting to see Mackenzie’s “hot ass” their words not Kenzie’s, Mackenzie decided to post something on Instagram to inform the world she was still alive and kicking.

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Kenzie.Havener sup party people, I am still alive and kicking. It’ll take more than a damn tree to take this girl out. Thank you for all the love and messages I appreciate every single one of you! 🫶🏼

Special thank you to mom for the Nerf updates 😌🫶🏼 isn’t he the cutest? 🥹 and special appreciation to my bubs for being by my side every step of the way, and for buying me my very cool monkey who we have decided to call Oakley after the tree that brought him to us 🤙🏼 i love you endlessly baby, thank you for always being there for me. ❤️

jackhughes I love you forever baby ❤️, but maybe try and not give me a damn heart attack next time yeah?

trevorzegras I need that picture of jack rq 🙏🏼

Kenzie.Havener check your messages 😌

trevorzegras you are a literal angel 🤙🏼

Kenzie.Havener just doing gods work 🤙🏼

jackhughes why that picture 😭, you said you wouldn’t send it to anyone 😩❤️

Kenzie.Havener you needed to be humbled baby ❤️

l_hughes06 awww Nerf is so cute!! Mom how come we never had a dog 😭😩

Kay.Johnson because it’d have ran away 0.2 seconds into living with you boys and I wouldn’t blame it😭🥹

l_hughes06 someone come collect their girlfriend 😫🤨

Kenzie.Havener ok come on gorgeous, clearly he’s salty after being humbled 💅🏼

Frey.Lodge ok come on babe 🫶🏼

Maddy.Elizabeth baby let’s get outta here ❤️

Olivia.Autumn beautiful let’s humble him together and call it a date 😉😙

l_hughes06 what is wrong with you guys? 😩🤨

jackhughes how long do you have lukey? 💀

Skylar.Grace I cannot with you calling him Oakley after the tree that nearly killed you 💀😭😂

Kenzie.Havener it was a truly humbling experience😌😙

Edwards.73 how much did Jack have a say in this? 🤨

jackhughes more than I’d like to admit your honour 🫡🤚🏼

Elblue06 so glad you’re ok sweetie, the boys better be taking care of you whilst I’m gone🤨💙

Kenzie.Havener oh they are taking such good care of me, I love you mama Hughes 💙

Elblue06 I love you too Kenz 💙

AngelaWoods oh my baby, Im so thankful you’re ok. I love you!! And you’re welcome for the Nerf updates, I’ll send you more soon 🫶🏼❤️

Kenzie.Havener thank you mom, I love you too. Please send more I miss him so much 😭❤️

Mackenzie tuned back into the girls conversation as soon as Olivia said g-spot, “I’m sorry. what?” Mackenzie questioned. Olivia looked at Mackenzie through the screen lifting an eyebrow before asking “how much of the conversation were you paying attention to kenz?” “I heard g-spot but that was it, I was making an Insta post to let people know I’m still alive.” Kenzie replied now more interested than before. “Ugh someone explain what’s going on, I’ve literally been talking for 10 minutes” Olivia huffed, “fine I’ll get her updated, basically Olivia and Chase are having issues in the bedroom. Chase thinks everything is fine but Olivia does not and won’t say anything” Maddy summarised. “What kinda issues are you having Liv?” Mackenzie questions, Olivia sighs “I don’t know where to begin Kenz.” “Start with what’s bothering you the most?” Kenzie suggested. “Ok well, in the time we’ve been dating he’s never made my orgasm from just sex, he’s never found my g-spot, and it’s just vanilla. There’s no spice, nothing new, I’ve tried wearing lingerie for him but it changed nothing” Olivia vented, “Oh wowza, have you ever orgasmed in the time you’ve dated him? Or have you faked it the entire time?” Kenzie asked, “I’ve orgasmed but only from oral and even then it’s a rarity that he’ll go down on me” Olivia frowned.

“Mhmm” Mackenzie hummed encouraging her to go on. “It’s like there’s no passion and it’s a chore for him now. It’s literally a 10 minute job and then he’ll turn over and go to sleep. What do I do Kenz? We’re the only ones in long term relationships here, please tell me you and Jack have had similar problems before?” Olivia sighed out. “Liv I wish I could tell you yes.” Kenzie pouted feeling bad for her close friend. “Wait you’re telling me that you and Jack have never had bedroom problems?” Maddy asked. “Only one and we’re working on it so I can happily say I’m a very satisfied girly” Kenzie beamed. “So he’s found your g-spot before? During sex?” Olivia questioned, getting closer to the screen. “Found and become more than acquainted with it, both during sex and with his fingers” Kenzie responded in a heartbeat. “And he’s made you cum?” Olivia inquired, “oh yea! More times then I can ever recall” Mackenzie replied feeling bad that this wasn’t something Olivia could say. “And it’s not vanilla? Like you’ve worn lingerie and it’s not been the same?” Olivia inquired again, “oh no! I try and leave lingerie for special occasions you know to keep things interesting. But it’s definitely not vanilla, like I said we only have one problem but we’re working on it and I’m happy with that” Mackenzie responded. “And what’s that?” Kaylee now joined in, “I don’t feel like I should share that without Jacks consent or him around. But like I said we’re working on it and I’m happy with that” Mackenzie said, whilst she was more than happy to help her girls out respect was a massive thing for Mackenzie and talking about hers and Jacks issue in the bedroom wasn’t something she was comfortable sharing without Jacks consent or with him around to be able to input into the conversation.

“Okay but like what kinks do you have? What keeps things spicy?” Olivia asked trying to get as much help from her friend as possible. “Look Liv, Jacks gonna be here soon why don’t I talk to him and see if he’d be willing to have a FaceTime session with us into helping you spice up your bedroom life? Might be useful to get a guys perspective on it all?” Kenzie replied, she felt a little uncomfortable being the only one talking about her sex life. She loved these girls to pieces and would help them the best she could but this was something she couldn’t really talk about without Jack. “You’d do that? Oh Kenz thank you!! Chase is away with the boys for the weekend so I can FaceTime later?” Olivia cheerfully responded, “ yeah course I will Liv, anyways me and Kaylee are gonna go. The doctors will be here soon and so will Jack. We love you all.” Kenzie sent them all an air kiss and Kaylee hung up.

Before either of the girls could start a conversation there was a knock on the door, “come in” Mackenzie called out however when the person tried to open the door it was locked. “Oh sorry one moment” Kenzie shouted out as Kaylee got up to unlock it. Dr Kingston walked into the room, smiling warmly at Mackenzie. “Oh sorry Dr Kingston we must have forgotten to unlock it after I showered” Kenzie apologised. “That’s alright dear, I must ask for your permission to talk about your medical condition with this lovely lady in the room.” Dr Kingston smiled at Kaylee. “Yes you have my permission” Mackenzie smiled. “Ok well from the scans I had requested there’s no suggestion to any brain injury and your concussion seems to be healing well. I had some extra X-rays done of your ribs and arm, to confirm the fractures. Your arm will take 6 weeks to heal and your ribs will take 3-6 weeks to heal. Now I’ve been told your a field hockey player is that correct?” Dr Kingston read from her file. “Yes Doc, but the season doesn’t start back up until September, training starts late august.” Kenzie replied. “Mhmm you should be healed and able to play by then it is only May 27th however I would like you to take it easy, no high energy activities and no hockey training for 6 weeks. I will make you an appointment to come back and see me 6 weeks from now and make you an appointment to see another doctor back in… New Jersey as a check up but I am happy to discharge you please do come back if you have any concerns” Dr Kingston smiled, “thank you doctor.” Dr Kingston left the room closing the door behind her.

Kaylee immediately started packing Mackenzie’s stuff as Kenzie texted Jack asking him to come pick her and Kaylee up. She immediately got a voice note telling her he was already on his way to come visit her anyways. “Don’t forget Oakley!!” Kenzie called out, “ah yes Oakley the monkey you affectionately named after the thing that almost killed you” Kaylee sighed. “Jack and I found it funny! He’s my humbling monkey, could have been worse! I could have called him Jack junior” Mackenzie laughed at the disgusted expression on Kaylee’s face. After signing the discharge papers, Mackenzie and Kaylee made their way down to the parking lot to wait for Jack. Jack pulled up 20 minutes later, jumping out to help Kaylee with the bags putting them in the trunk before coming back around to hug and kiss Mackenzie, Kenzie flipping off Kaylee as she fake gagged at the couple. Pulling away Kenzie looked over at Kaylee, “oh please you’re just jealous im getting laid and you’re not getting any” Kaylee sighed dramatically “I mean… you’re not wrong.”

Mackenzie walked around to the front passenger door about to open it before a hand reached to stop her, “you’ve been gone for 5 days and you’ve already forgotten the rule” Jack huffed out. The “rule” Jack was referring to, was something that was made up before they even started dating, if Jack was around he refused to let Mackenzie open any doors always reaching for them before she even had a chance to touch the handle. Mackenzie rolled her eyes leaning up to kiss him as he pulled the door open for her, helping her get in and buckling her seatbelt for her. The drive back was pretty uneventful, Mackenzie had fallen asleep 10 minutes into the ride leaving Jack and Kaylee to chat amongst themselves. “So Jacky boy, when are you planning on proposing to my home girl here? Kaylee started, “ssshhh Kay” Jack started before briefly glancing over to make sure Mackenzie was still asleep before looking back at the road, “the boys and I are planning to look for promise rings in a few weeks time. Then I was thinking of actually proposing in a year or two. I mean we are only 22, well I am Kenzie in a few weeks but you get what I mean.” “You haven’t given her a promise ring yet? You’ve been dating nearly 3 years!?” Kaylee was shocked, if not a proposal she’d have thought Jack had at least brought or had given her a promise ring. “It slipped my mind ok? I’m planning to make it up to her by planning out a promise proposal not entirely sure how to make it perfect for her without using ideas for our actual proposal” Jack glanced at Kaylee in the mirror, “I have a few ideas I’m sure the girls will be more than happy to help.” Kaylee smiled.

10 minutes later they pulled into the drive way of the lake house, Kaylee climbed out to grab the bags with the help of Luke. Jack walked around the front of the car opening Mackenzie’s door reaching over to unbuckle her seatbelt and picking her up bridal style turning her bad ribs into him. She stirred in her sleep mumbling out a faint “Jack?” which he wouldn’t have heard had her head not been resting on his shoulder, “yeah baby I’m here, we’re home” Jack whispered. “I love you Jack” Kenzie whispered before snuggling into the crook of his neck, placing kisses. “I-I love you too kenz” Jack moaned softly as she kissed over his sweet spot, sucking lightly as he walked up the stairs to their bedroom, Kaylee and Luke following behind with bags and Oakley. “B-baby we can’t right now, Kaylee and Luke are following behind us” Jack leaned down to whisper, “but I want you, I want you so bad Jack” Kenzie begged. “We can’t baby, you need to rest and the doctor said no high energy activities” Jack replied struggling to not give in. As they entered the bedroom, Jack gently laid Mackenzie on the bed before turning to grab the bags and Oakley off Luke and Kaylee. “Kenz you want me to join you and Jack for the call with Olivia?” Kaylee asked, Jack looked over at Mackenzie confused, “what call?” Jack asked. ��Oh right, erm Luke you may wanna leave for this” Kenzie warned as the youngest Hughes walked away, “Olivia requires a male opinion on some issues she and Chase are having, would you mind listening and giving some advice?” Kenzie questioned. “What kinda issues?” Jack quirked one of his eyebrows at the girls, “bedroom issues” is all Kaylee said before reaching to call Olivia, “it’ll be easier if she explains.”

“Hey wifey’s and Jackson” Olivia greeted smiling, “not my name but hey” Jack greeted. After chatting for a little, Jack decided to break the ice into what this call was meant to be about “soooo I heard from two little birdies you need some male advice?” Olivia sighed “yeah, I’m at a loss for what to do” “well what’s the actual issue?” Jack looked between the three girls. “My sex life is boring as fuck! There’s no passion, it’s like it’s become a chore for Chase to fuck me. He’s never made me orgasm during sex, oral is a rarity, I’ve tried wearing lingerie but it changed nothing. He won’t even go and get me a wash cloth after we’re done” Olivia vented, Jacks face was full of surprise. “What? Does he not know what a g-spot is?” Jack quirked his eyebrow, “no because that’s what I’ve been saying!! He asks me to go down on him or help him get off but with me? He’s not interested, if he catches me trying to get off he’ll just sigh and leave the room. And if I even suggest a new kink I wanna try out he just acts like it’s something to be ashamed of? What do i do? How do you and Kenz keep it good and interesting?” Olivia finished, Jack looked at Mackenzie with a look that was asking for permission to talk about their experiences together, Mackenzie nodded if there was anyone she’d trust to keep this secretive it would be these girls. “Well when kenz and I first started having sex we decided to write a small list of things we’d both be open to trying aside from the usual stuff and every now and then we’ll pick one to try out. Communication is important, both myself and Kenz have tried stuff together and not enjoyed it but we were honest about it. As a guy I can’t lie and say that before Mackenzie, my only thought about having sex was to get off, I didn’t put as much thought into the girls pleasure as I’d like to admit I should have but with Mackenzie it’s just different. Like before I’d only go down on a girl if she asked me to but with Mackenzie I dunno how to explain it but I want to do it she doesn’t need to ask me and not just because it’ll lead me to getting something in return. There’s been plenty of nights where we’ve just focused on one person whether that be me or kenz.”

Looking over at Mackenzie, Jack noticed her cheeks flush. “So what you’re saying is just talk to him?” Olivia sighed knowing that was the inevitable, “well yes or you could try something new?What have you tried so far?”Jack suggested. “Or you could just join me in the gay girly club” Kaylee added lightening the mood, “unfortunately for you im not into girls sorry bestie but we’ve not tried a lot, most we’ve done is a blindfold.” “Ooooo I forgot about that, can we add that to our list baby?” Mackenzie asked already pulling up the locked notes in the phone and adding it, “yeah baby why not? Hmm maybe try a switch kink then, you be in control for once?” Jack suggested. After some hyping up from the girls, Olivia agreed to try being dominant with Chase when he got back tomorrow night, promising to keep them updated. Kaylee then walked out of the room still talking to Olivia, leaving the couple in peace.

As soon as the door shut Mackenzie was leaning over kissing Jacks neck again, this time sucking a little harder, not enough to leave hickies but enough that Jack moaned out “K-kenz we can’t, you need to rest.” “I’ve rested enough baby” Kenzie replied moving up to kiss him on the lips, hands playing with the hem of his shirt tugging lightly on it. Pulling away Jack took his shirt off before coming back in to kiss her again. Mackenzie tried but failed to take off her hoodie, laughing Jack was quick to help before realising that the door was still unlocked. Jack stood up to lock the door turning around to find Mackenzie struggling with her tank top, shaking his head he walked back to the bed helping her discard of it along with her bra. Jack moved his head to kiss her neck getting lower and lower until he wrapped his mouth around her left nipple, “Ohhhhh” Mackenzie moaned out before being shushed by Jack as someone knocked on the door. “Yo Jack?” Quinn called out trying to open the door, Jack shot up throwing Mackenzie his shirt to put on. Mackenzie slipped it on quickly with Jacks help, laying on the bed under the covers pretending to be asleep. Jack walked over to unlock and open the door, “yeah?” “We’re all going out for dinner and bowling are you and Mackenzie coming?” Quinn asked before peaking into the room seeing Mackenzie asleep or so he thought. “I think me and Kenz were gonna have a date night but she fell asleep. Is everyone going?” Jack asked smiling. “Yeah everyone’s in the cars ready to go. I’ll call when we’re on our way back incase you two want ice cream” Quinn smiled at his brother before turning away.

Turning back, Jack climbed back onto the bed from the bottom making his way up under the covers till he was laying on top of Kenzie, her eyes were still shut, but they quickly opened to the sensation of Jacks warm tongue sucking her nipple again, “OOHH” she moaned out. Jack switched to give the other one the same amount of attention, “mhmm Jack baby” Kenzie moaned reaching her hand to wrap around his hair. Jack left her nipples, moving to leave a trail of kisses down her abdomen, fingers unbuttoning her shorts and pulling the zipper down, pushing them off her legs along with her panties. Carefully, Jack spread her legs apart slotting in between them perfectly like a puzzle piece, using his thumbs Jack pushed her folds apart exposing her more before leaning in to leave teasing butterfly kisses around her pussy. Kenzie tugged gently on his hair, “mhmm jack please” “what do you want baby? Tell me what you want” Jack loved hearing her beg. “I want you baby” Kenzie pleaded, “you have me baby, I’m right here” Jack wasn’t letting her off that easy like he usually did. “Jack please! Please I want you to eat me out!” Kenzie cried out, “mhmm that’s a good girl” Jack praised her before leaning in slowly licking her clit before dropping down to her entrance coming back up again. “Ohhhhh fuck mhmmm” Kenzie moaned out quietly, Jack stopped pulling away no more than necessary “you can be as loud as you want baby, no one’s here. Tell me how good it feels” before diving back in picking up where he left off adding sucking her clit into the actions he was doing. “Fuck Jack, mmmm Jack” Mackenzie moans louder, Jack moans back the vibrations causing her breath to hitch in her throat. “Aaahhh Jack, Jack don’t stop” Kenzie panted out, Jack shook his head side to side, “mmmm Jack! oh Jack I’m gonna cum” Kenzie warned and Jack immediately stopped ,pulling away from her, Mackenzie whined out pulling the covers back and looking down at him.

“Whyyyy?” “What can I say our sex ed phone call gave me the idea that we should practice on your edging baby” Jack argued before slipping a finger in her. “Oh fuckkk Jack” Mackenzie rolled her eyes back at the unexpected action. Jack started moving his finger back and forward keeping it ridged to avoid hitting her g-spot for the time being, “you like when I finger you hmm baby? Love my hands don’t you?” “Y-yessss Jack mmm, feels so good!” Kenzie whined out, “yeah? You want another angel?” Jack asked getting his middle finger ready, “y-yess, mmm jack please” Slipping his middle finger in, Jack started curling them in a come here motion and moving them faster. “H-harder J-Ja-ack” Mackenzie was getting closer to the edge, Jack started thrusting his fingers harder into her grazing her g-spot as he did so. “OH MMM JACK, THERE BABY RIGHT THERE” Mackenzie moaned louder, “right here baby?” Jack asked grazing her g-spot once again. “Y-YES IM GONNA CU-CUMMM” Mackenzie was silently pleading with him to let her fall over the edge but Jack had other plans pulling his fingers away and rubbing her thighs in a soothing motion as she whined out again.

“You’re doing so good for me baby” Jack praised, “l-let me help you baby”Mackenzie pleaded. Jack climbed up the bed laying on his side beside her a noticeable tent in his shorts. “Not yet baby” Jack leaned down kissing her as he slid two fingers back inside her, “o-oH MmmmM Jack”. Mackenzie rolled her eyes back, “how’s that feel baby?” Jack asked picking up the pace of his fingers, as he curled them hitting her g-spot head on. “S-so good!! You’re so- so good to me, mmm I-I’m gonna c-cummm” Mackenzie warned, “yeah? That feel good? Gotta look after my baby don’t I” Jack pulled his fingers out again just as she reached the edge, Mackenzie panting out “J-Jack I can’t take another, I need to c-cum. It’s s-starting to h-hurt a little” she pleaded, “ok, ok baby girl, you’ve been a good girl for me haven’t you?” Jack pulled down his shorts and boxers stroking himself a few times before reaching over to the nightstand grabbing a condom, rolling it on Jack positioned himself at her entrance intertwining his right hand with her left one as he slid in. Mackenzie threw her head back at the stretch, squeezing his hand gently, Jack moaned out as his tip hit her walls. He kept still letting her adjust to him before slowly thrusting in and out of her, “oh oh Jack mmmm faster, h-harder” Mackenzie moaned out, “you sure you can handle that baby?” Jack moaned increasing the pace of his thrusts tilting his hips to hit her g-spot.

“YES MMM FUCK JACK, PLEASE” reaching for the hand that wasn’t occupied with hers, Mackenzie placed it around her throat squeezing gently. “You want me to choke you?” Jack squeezed his eyes shut moaning louder, “mhmm please jack Im so fucking close.” Jack squeezed his hand around her neck gently knowing she didn’t like it squeezed any harder, “oh f-f-fuck j-jack I’m gonna cum, please. Please can I cum?” Kenzie’s eyes fluttered as she struggled to keep them open, “c-cum baby, cum for me” Jack moaned squeezing her hand. Mackenzie fell over the edge, walls pulsating around him, eyes rolled back, mouth open chanting his name. Jack slowed his thrusts helping her through her orgasm which seemed to be lasting a lot longer than usual. “JACK OH OH FUCK MMMM JACK” Mackenzie opened her eyes still cumming, she thought Jack made the hottest face when he came. She watched as his eyes rolled back, brows furrowed, making the sexiest noises she’d ever thought existed as he fell over the edge, “Oh oH Kenzie, FFuck baby!”

Jack collapsed on top of her being care of her ribs, panting as he slowly pulled out of her. Standing off the bed removing the condom in the bathroom bin and coming back with a warm wash cloth to clean her up, helping her get changed and off the bed to use the bathroom. Coming back Mackenzie found Jack eyes half open laying on the bed, he looked exhausted. “Jack?” Mackenzie called as she climbed back into bed snuggling into his shirtless chest, jack hummed in response, “are you ok bubs?” Kenzie was concerned. “Yeah just didn’t sleep much last night, was too worried about leaving you alone in the hospital” Jack admitted, “oh baby you could have called me! I never sleep well when you’re away, need you. You make me feel so safe” Mackenzie admitted. “Mmm you’re always safe with me baby. I love you, gonna make you my wife one day” Jack started playing with her blonde hair, “I love you Jacky, can’t wait to be Mrs Hughes one day.” Mackenzie leaned up to kiss him but whined out, “what? What is it?” Jack looked down worry filling his blue eyes. “N-Nothing” Mackenzie gritted out, “kenz it’s not nothing, what hurts? Are you due your pain meds?” Jack glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand answering his own question as he reached down for the bag beside the bed pulling out the packet of medication. “I told you we shouldn’t have done anything, you need to rest” Jack blamed himself, “no no I’ll be ok, just need my meds but hey? I handled three this time I’d call that progress” Mackenzie smirked, “you did so well baby” Jack kissed her before popping out two pills for her to take, reaching into the bag again he pulled out her water bottle. Mackenzie took the pills, snuggled back into Jack and slowly fell asleep with Jack playing with her hair.

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