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blowing bartender!eddie behind the bar whilst he makes drinks for the regulars and has to try his best to be cool. His knees are buckling and he's trying his best to suppress those throaty groans, but you're making things awfully difficult. He cums down your throat, and nobody is any the wiser of your filthy activities. He names a drink after you as a reminder of you.

bob on the knob

bartender!eddie x burlesque performer/baby doll!reader

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It's a peaceful Saturday night when Eddie thinks that you've officially lost your mind. Well, maybe not completely, but this was definitely something that you weren't typically into.

"You wanna what?"

The words are breathless by the time they leave his mouth. He doesn't know of a single time that he's been baffled, but you can definitely count him bamboozled at this moment.

"Well, I know it’s something you’re into and I’m comfortable exploring new things with you.”

His eyes flick down to your hands which you wring into the excess fabric of the your stolen band tee. Eddie softens at your explanation, and stands from his spot on the bed to approach you.

“If you’re not into it, we definitely don’t have to, but I know that when we talked about it originally you said that you were turned on by it so I just wanted to give us the opportunity to try it.”

He stops in front of you and drops to his knees as his hands land on your hips. Eddie can feel the lining of your underwear through the worn material of his shirt and he twists his fingers into the elastic.

“Baby doll,” he rests his chin on your lower stomach, looking up at you through his lashes and curly fringe, “I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with. I know this is outside of your comfort zone, so the ball is entirely in your court.”

That was about a week ago, and Eddie has been on edge ever since. He can't lie when you first propositioned him, he immediately wanted to jump on the opportunity, but he knows you. If you were willing to lean into Eddie's fantasies, then he needed to give you all the control--especially when it comes to this particular kink of his.

"Hey, Teddy."

You pop up from behind him, hands reaching out to pinch the skin just above his jeans. Eddie jumps away from you with a yelp, his hand coming up to cover his heart dramatically.

“Baby doll," he reaches out to you, fingertips grazing the bejeweled fabric of your most recent costume. "You look gorgeous."

Eddie hates to pick favorites, but he does--and he does so gladly. This glitzy red number that you’re wearing—in what has to be his favorite performance of yours—is definitely in his top three costumes. Just behind the pearl get-up that, in Eddie's opinion, can't really be considered a costume by the end of that performance.

He leans forward and gives you a chaste kiss, something that you've both deemed appropriate for the workplace. Eddie feels your smile against his lips, one of the things about you that makes his heart flutter. You hum against him, pressing your body further into his.

"Excuse me. Can I get some service over here?"

A buttoned-up man was tapping his knuckles impatiently against the bar. Eddie's eyes swipe over the jackass that's interrupting his Baby Doll's time. He squeezes your hand once before fully focusing on his job.

"My apologies, sir." Eddie slings the bar towel over his shoulder. "What can I get for you this fine evening?"

Eddie watches as you wave goodbye from behind his latest guest. He sighs heavily as the man before him begins talking--out of his ass to be perfectly honest.

"Well, you could start with actually doing your job instead of flirting with the dancer girls." Jackass loosens his tie as he throws the comment in Eddie's face.

"I do apologize sir. You have my full attention now, so what can I get for you?" Eddie asks.

"Whisky sour." Jackass stands from his seat to take one of the empty lounge tables. "And keep them coming without distractions if you know what's good for you."

Eddie clenches his jaw, he pulls a face as he makes Jackass's drink. The lights dim and Eddie can see the way Jackass watches the women on the stage perform. Eddie passes the drink off to one of the waitresses and directs them to the intended table.

Having worked in customer service for this long, Eddie has the ability to predict if he's going to have a slow night. Tonight just so happens to be one of those nights. He rolls his eyes as he sees Jackass hold up his empty glass and look back at Eddie expectantly.

Just as he finishes off the second drink of the service, he feels a hand run down his back. Eddie stiffens and goes to turn, but is stopped by your voice.

“Don't react. Just stay calm, okay?" Your perfume permeates his senses and the thoughts running through his head send a shiver down his spine. "Nod once, if you're okay with this."

Eddie's chest feels like it's going to burst as you drop down behind him, hands trailing over his body. The button of his jeans pops open, and thankfully, the noise of his zipper undoing is covered by the booming music of the club.

He leans against the counter while your breath hits his overheated skin. Your soft fingers reach into his boxers to pull him out. He glances down and just about keels over. Eddie takes in the sight of you on your knees, hungrily eyeing his cock.

"Such a fucking goddess for me." He locks eyes with you and tilts his lips upward in a smile.

This isn't the first time he's been able to experience you like this. Every single time you offer him your mouth--because he does love to use you like a little slut, oh so much--he goes weak in the knees. And though this hasn't happened as often as he dreams about it, you both follow a similar routine every time.

Immediately one of his hands floats to your hair, gripping it at the root. The strands aren't as soft as they typically are, he suspects this is due to the amount of hairspray that you have to use for your performances.

Your tongue lashes out against the underside of his shaft, and he shudders as you drag upward toward his tip. Both hands are on the exposed skin of his hips, and he feels the crescent-shaped sting of your nails against the bones.

And just as you give him the pleasure of enveloping him in your mouth--that blissful feeling he hopes never ends--he's snapped back to reality when a glass was slammed on the bar top.

"Oh, Jesus H. Chri--" Eddie starts to whimper.

"Dude. I thought I told you service, without distractions." Jackass huffs the words, and Eddie's eyes widen to a probably comical size. He feels you hum around him, so he pulls on your hair as a warning.

"I'm sor--" he clears his throat as you take him further in yours, "sorry, sir. Another whisky sour?"

Jackass continues to mouth off while facing the stage, giving Eddie just enough time to step back to grab the bottle of whisky off the back shelf.

He slips from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to his stiffened cock. Eddie groans as he rights himself before you. He places the bottle on the bar and then reaches under your chin and stuffs himself back into your warm throat.

"God, such a good little slut for me," Eddie whispers under his breath as he settles in front of you again.

Eddie threads his fingers through your hair and uses it as a handle as he guides you back and forth on his shaft. His eyes roll back and his head drops back before he reaches out to attempt to do his job.

He manages to get the drink served with minimal snide remarks from Jackass, but it's without thanks to you. Every second that passes, you've managed to get sloppier and sloppier. He's honestly surprised that he was able to keep his groans quietened long enough for the brief exchange.

"You like being my little slut?" He hazards a look at you again, and it was both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing because he's truly privileged to see you in such a state. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, spit coating your chin and he could feel lines of it dripping off his balls and into his boxers. A curse because now he desperately wanted to cum down your throat.

His whole body felt on edge and he could track the sensations as it races through his nerves. One hand had the tips of his fingers buried in your hair, holding you to him while the other hand drifts to your throat. He starts to drive your movements, and Eddie widens his stance a bit.

The lights dim in the room and illuminate the stage, catching Eddie's attention and reminding him of your surroundings. The sound that emits from his throat is a surprise, but it kickstarts his release and his brain.

"Oh god, such a good girl for me. You like being a good girl for me?"

He continued to use your mouth, feeding his cock down your throat and feeling every movement with his hand around your neck.

“No, good girls wouldn't let me use them like this in public, would they? You're my little whore, my pretty little whore. My little baby doll." Eddie is utterly and positively a whimpering mess. Every bone in his body is begging him to fall to the ground.

"My little baby doll. I love when you let me use you like this. You love being my baby doll, don't you? Pliant little baby doll for me."

Eddie's balls tighten and he knows that he won't last much longer. He taps your cheek and meets your bright eyes that are still swimming with unshed tears.

"Not gonna last much longer, baby doll." He bites his lower lip, attempting to stifle his own trembling moans.

"You gonna be a good girl and take everything I give ya?" Eddie mumbles to you as he leans forward again, unable to stay fully upright.

"Oh fuck." He feels the globs of spit and cum gather around his tip as he releases into your throat. Eddie holds your head as close to his pelvis as he could get it and allows the waves of pleasure to engulf his senses.

"Oh my god," Eddie stills and locks his knees to prevent himself from completely melting into the floor. He whimpers as you swallow around his cock. "So fucking good for me."

You back off and begin to clean him up with your tongue. You hum while quietly tucking him back in his pants and zipping him up. Eddie follows your movements as you stand with your hands still on the waistband of his jeans.

He goes to say something but is quickly cut off by your lips. If there's one thing that he finds hot, it's how affectionate and downright clingy you are after any measure of sexual intercourse.

Usually, you would lay in his bed with the pale, thin sheets gracing your bare curves. He would trace your figure with delicate touches and soft kisses. If he was lucky enough you'd put on a small show for him, stripping yourself down from the clothes that you stole from him.

When your lips met his now, he thrust into your mouth so he could taste himself on your tongue. Eddie believes that you're one of the most erotic beings he's ever imagined. You lean back from him only for Eddie to place both hands on your cheeks.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You giggle after his response and sigh as his forehead meets yours. Eddie presses a multitude of kisses around your face as you melt into a fit of laughter. Suddenly, Jackass is interrupting again, slamming his empty glass on the countertop again.

"Man, how the hell do you do your job? You need to fucking focus on your paying customers." Jackass emphasized the last two words and cut a look at Eddie's baby doll.

"Watch it, Jackass." Eddie mixes yet another drink for the suited man. "You're still getting your goddamn drinks, aren't ya? Why don't you back off and get back to your little pity table?"

An appalled expression overtakes the man's face, and he quickly collects his drink and scurries away. Eddie places his palms on the exposed skin of your plush hips and pulls you toward his body.

"Thank you." He pecks your lips. "That was everything I could imagine and more."

Your features morph into that smile he loves so much, "I'm glad. That was actually really fun." You brush his long hair behind his ear. "I enjoy watching you squirm, you should be afraid."

"Oh, should I?" Eddie catches your hand and brings it to his lips. He brings his voice down to a whisper, "I think you should watch yourself. I might be more willing than you realize."

"I'm counting on it."

A few hours later you came back to the bar and Eddie presents you with your shift drink. He watches you eye it carefully before shooting him a curious look.

"What's this?"

Eddie's known for creating signature cocktails that Nancy puts as specials throughout the week. Usually, they're reworked versions of classics that draw people's attention. This time is no different.

"This is my play on a cult classic inspired by a recent encounter of mine." Eddie leans forward and whispers his next words while watching you take a swig of the fruity cocktail. "The Bob on the Knob."

You choke on the drink, covering your mouth when an indignant snort escapes your nose. You swallow the sip harshly before exclaiming.

"Oh my god!" Your eyes flick between Eddie's expectant face, awaiting your approval, and the drink before you. "It's actually not that bad."

Eddie laughs loudly as you walk toward the back with the drink in hand. Apparently, you weren't the only one who liked the drink though because not even two days later, it's the club special.

But only you and Eddie knew why it was really special.

a/n: anyway...yeah this isn't as good as i thought it was going to be but here we are

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