summary: eddie is driving a car that he hates, so you decide to do something special to distract him.
warnings: road head (aka getting 👅🍆 while driving), female masturbation, just general smut.
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"I really hate this damn car."
Eddie was grumbling again, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes from the passenger seat. Ever since his van went into the shop for repairs, he hadn't stopped being a grouch; it was only because his borrowed car was smaller than he was accustomed to, and therefore more difficult for him to drive. He had been driving it since yesterday, and you honestly didn't know why he was making such a fuss. You thought the car was nice enough, and you liked it a lot better than the van. The van was fine enough, but it drove terribly; the current car was smoother, less likely to break down in the middle of the road, and didn't smell of weed, cigarettes, and sex yet.
"You know," you said, stretching your legs as you cracked your knuckles, "maybe if you spent less time complaining and more time focusing on getting us somewhere, we would actually arrive a lot sooner."
"Don't get cute," Eddie said, his gaze fixed intently on the road.
"I just thought I'd mention it," you said, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You reached for the radio, turning the music up a little more so that you could listen properly. It was a mixtape Eddie made, with a bunch of metal artists that he enjoyed. Judas Priest was playing now, and you reached over to brush your fingers through his hair. "You look hot driving this thing, you know."
"Nah, I look like a fucking clown in his little car," Eddie said, but he was grinning. He nudged into your touch, which encouraged you to give his hair a light tug. "Like, how could you look at me and think I'm a hot stud in this? That van helped me achieve my sex god status; without it, I have no charisma."
"No, your hair is what gave you the sex god status," you joked with a giggle, leaning over to nuzzle his cheek. "Not to mention those eyes, those hands, the fact that you're in a band...and let's not forget that nice, thick cock."
He shivered at those last words, biting his lip to suppress a groan. "Shit, y/n..."
"You know what you could use right now?" you asked, your fingers ghosting over the front of his jeans in a circular motion. "A good distraction. You've done nothing but whine about this goddamn car all day long. What you need is something to take your mind off of it, and make you forget all about the fact that you're driving a 'clown car.' Your words, not mine."
"And just what do you propose as a distraction?" Eddie asked, clearly amused. "Hm? Are you gonna make me play 'I Spy?' like a five year old? Or better yet, and the most effective by far, are you gonna flash your tits at me?"
"No to both," you said, your mouth now at his ear as you shifted a bit in your seat. "I had something a bit more...daring in mind."
"Humor me," Eddie said, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel as he kept driving. "This should be good."
