#echobrain

-quick nsfw fic :). female service, fingering, dirty talk, size difference-

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sunday- 9:30 pm, battle creek michigan

december 10th 1986 off tour, on holiday. newsted family home

it’s cold in jason’s family home, so naturally i’m wrapped in old blankets on the couch, watching some mindless television program. he left 5 hours ago, and since i’ve smoked two joints and jason’s still at band practice. i laid there, wearing his shirt and baggy sweatpants, hair undone and slightly frizzy.

i basically look like i just woke up.

getting up, i looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but cringe. i looked dull, tired. that didn’t feel good. maybe it’s the weed, but i was just drowsy looking.

maybe put some makeup one before jason gets home?

as i’m going to open the makeup bag sitting on the counter, i hear the door opening and closing.

jason’s home. and i look like shit.

i heard his boots creak on the wooden floor, he walked slowly into the bathroom. “hey baby.”

he looked just as tired as i did. but he wasn’t focused on that, he was looking at my makeup bag. “uh- we’re not going anywhere? why do you have makeup out honey?”

“oh, i just uh- look tired. i- i don’t know.” he looked down at me slightly, eyes narrowing, my glance going to my feet immediately. he made me question myself a lot.

“what? you look great. what are you talking about.” jason’s hand snaked around my waist, god it was big. i put my hand over his that rested there, smiling softly. “don’t lie. i look like i just woke up.”

“hey. you look the best that way. what’s going on? why are you doubting yourself?” his hand went down from my waist to my hip bone under my sweatpants, standing behind me infront of the mirror.

“look at yourself.”

he took his other hand and grabbed my chin forcefully, adjusting my face to look at myself in the mirror, but my eyes went up to him.

“jason- please-“

“no, dont look at me honey, look at your pretty face.”

i finally obliged and looked in the mirror, feeling a little insecure.

“do you know what you do to me sweetheart? do you know how you make me feel?” one hand slid down my pants, under the underwear, his finger slipped in my folds, teasing them lightly. “fuck-jason”

he was standing behind me, his body pressed close to mine. he had one arm around my waist now, holding me closer to him and the other hand went to work. “mmh… sensitive tonight?” the arm that was wrapped around me unwrapped, his hand came up to my face.

“keep looking. look at how pretty you are.”

i could feel his erection pressing into me, making me even more slick. one thick finger slid into me and i gasped out a moan, doubling over slightly. “ah- fuck! your fingers are too big.” i said, a breathless laugh escaping my lips

“then how do you handle my cock?”

that caught me off guard….it was big.

he continued to pump that finger, then adding one which caused me to lean over the sink, jason staying on my back, hard erection pressed against my ass.

“i-i want.. it, please.”

“what, baby?” jason said, his voice breathless, i looked back and didn’t have clear vision but he obviously had a smile on his face.

“i need your cock, please.” jason laughed and pulled his fingers out. there was not a moment before i heard his belt being undone and his pants dropping. he bent me over the sink, and slowly slipped his spit-lubed cock in me, the full tip pushing a groan out of me.

“fuuuck.” jason groaned and slowly but steadily put it all the way in, filling me. he gently pulled my hair back, my head up.

“that hurt honey?”

“no.”

“good.”

he kept my hair held that way, forcing me to look at myself as he pumped back and forth, his head was back and he groaned as he thrusted, his free hand squeezing my fleshy hip. i tightened around him, he groaned softly and leaned his head over my shoulder, looking at me looking at myself in the mirror

“so fucking pretty… you feel so fucking good. “

“don’t ever touch that shit again.” he slid my makeup bag off that counter and the contents clattered to the floor, he was deeper and my moans were loud, my breath was shallow. it was.. new, to watch myself take him.

“you know how pretty you are baby?”

“y..yes…mghm…”

he smiled and leaned into my neck to kiss it, starting gently but eventually leading to a hickey, his teeth working lightly and he sucked on my neck. he whimpered and groaned as he did this, like a dog in heat.

“baby- im gonna.. fuck- are you close?”

“cum for me jason. p-please.”

as he got closer to finishing he grew more and more submissive, whispering stammered sweet nothings into my ear as he railed into me, holding me tightly to him with one arm around my waist, the other hand rubbing my clit shakily.

i could feel as he finished in me, we both spilled over the bathroom counter, jason on my back, my face pressed against the faucet

“good lord baby.”

i couldn’t even catch my breath, so words were imposible.

Jason was recently interviewed by the Palm Beach Post. It’s a good read.