summary: sirius longing for his lover in the arms of the only other person who understands.
warnings: smut so 18+ / mentions of voyeurism / brief mention of childhood abuse / because it’s sirius / closeted wolfstar / implied poly!wolfstar x reader i swear i will actually write it eventually
1972
He is not supposed to be here.
He’s got a show tomorrow in Denver, but instead he's spent all morning in your living room feeding six-inch singles into your record player and reviewing them like he's a music journalist and not part of one of the most successful rock bands of the decade. You're laid out on the floor, the ceiling fan doing little to quell the baking California sun that’s made you strip down to your underwear.
A burning cold hits your stomach and you scream. Sirius laughs, a freezing bottle of Pepsi Cola pressed into your sweat damp skin.
“Asshole.” you say, taking the bottle anyway. You fumble around for a bottle opener, but he takes the bottle away from you and pries the lid off with his teeth. He sits down across from you, head against your moth-eaten sofa and legs spread wide.
“You’ll break a tooth doing that.”
He grins. “Wouldn’t be the first.”
He pulls the left side of his cheek back to reveal a missing molar at the back of his mouth.
“Drunk?” you ask.
Sirius shakes his head. “My mother.”
“Yikes.”
He hums, his eyes burning into the side of your head as you take a sip of your drink, some of it spilling down your chin and chest. When you see his hand brush over his crotch in your peripheral you roll your eyes.
“You’re gonna tell me about your mom hitting you and then get yourself off?”
“Just enjoying the view.”
“Why are you here, Sirius?”
He sighs dramatically, pouting as he leans his head against your moth-eaten sofa. “I wanted someone to look after me.”
“Your boyfriend not doing a good enough job?”
He laughs, a little sadly, nudging you in the hip with his toe. “He's fine. We’re just...”
On tour. Might lose everything if anyone sees me sneaking into his hotel room.
“Well,” you say, rolling over onto your front and starting to crawl in his direction. “Good job I like looking after you so much.”
The game is always fun. Give and take. Be mine. You both know he belongs to another. And you could never belong to anybody.
“Mm,” he hums. “I know you do.”
The carpet is rough on your forearms, sticky skin on nylon fibre, as you make a show of laying your head on his jean-clad thigh. The corners of your lips quirk up when you realise he’s obviously not wearing any underwear - his fly is undone, bulge straining obviously against the ridiculously tight denim. It looks delectable.
He hisses when you take him out of his trousers, hand coming to the back of your neck.
“Your hands are cold.” you grumble.
“They won’t be in a—oh fuck.”
You take him into your mouth slowly, only tongue swirling lower and lower until you can feel the tip of him at the back of your throat.
You don’t have to look up to know what he looks like. Head to the ceiling, sweat trickling down the pale skin on his neck like morning dew on a snowdrop.
“You're so good,” he groans, as you work your head up and down, moaning around his cock when his hand fists in your hair.
He yanks your head back after about a minute, rushing you up into his lap and pulling your underwear to the side. It’s quick, sweaty, wet - the way he dips his fingers into you, until you're sighing and soft to the touch. He pulls his hand away, adjusting himself in line with your entrance and groaning at the sight of himself against you. His voice is dazed when he speaks, inching you down onto his cock:
“I could watch him fuck you."
You grin. “Maybe I’d watch him fuck you.”
Sirius growls, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise and starting to thrust up into you like he’s trying to prove something. You can’t say that, though, because he’s hitting a spot inside you that makes it hard to see, let alone speak. You can feel him everywhere, the two of you entangled in sweat and humidity and the taste of Pepsi when he finally pulls you down for a searing kiss.
You try and mumble against his sticky lips, ‘I—“
He knows - he always knows - moving the hand on your left hip forwards to pinch your clit until you scream into his mouth. He laughs when your teeth clash, your lips apparently incapable of doing what you want them because you're just about to fall over the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, hands - warm now - cupping your cheek. He laughs when you open your frenzied eyes to meet his. “That’s it—”
His laugh turns into a hiss, losing his breath when his own release arrives and he comes, the spurts between you making you both even stickier than you already are.
"You ruined my carpet.” you say between breaths so heavy you can barely hear the ceiling fan anymore.
He follows your gaze to the spilt bottle of Pepsi beside his hand.
Sirius rolls his eyes. “I’ll pay for another one. Or Moony can fix it, he’s very handy, actually—”
He lights up when he starts talking about Remus. It has always been like this, ever since the first time you fucked him backstage in California, and you asked him why he stared at his rhythm guitarist like he was the only person the world.
"You gunna bring Moony next time you rock up on my doorstep at 5AM without any warning?"
"Maybe," he winks. "He prefers 7UP, to Pepsi, though."
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rockstar!remmick who does everything with his groupie. - it was five minutes before show time and remmick had rolled a joint puffing it. “you ever try this?” he nodded towards the joint as you sauntered over to him and he patted his lap watching as you sit down on his lap. “no” you shook your head before he offered it to you— “no pressure darlin’”.
you took one hit and instantly felt the affects. remmick kissed you before his show and you almost made him late. “baby—cmon girl, i gotta go” he’d groan at having to stop kissing you. you felt so free.
rockstar!remmick who has you front row during his shows. — you were assigned an escort just to make sure you made it to the crowd fine. once the show started his eyes were all over you, all the time. you remembered the conversation you’d had about him wanting you to throw your bra or panties at him.
you were already wet from him teasing you earlier so ..
you bent over and slide your panties down before throwing them towards him. they land on his guitar. he pauses the song before sniffing them, smirking, and tucking them into his waistband of his pants.
rockstar!remmick who after the show, fucks you senseless. — you’d been teasing him throughout the whole show until he couldn’t take it anymore.
he carried you back to the room talking dirty shit to you. “that pussy smells like heaven darlin’..smelt it on them drawls just now, beautiful” smacking your ass while your face is by his back.
once in the room, he wastes no time fucking you raw.
“that’s it” he nods as you bounce on his cock.
you whined at the mixed feeling of being fucked out and being high. “daddy im close” you huffed before he switched positions and pushed into your back, fucking you deeper with each stroke.
you were in for a longgg night.
( @scannainscanrula first person i seen do rockstar!remmick)
Description: Rockstar!Eddie and Best Friend!Groupie!Reader; This came from the idea of Eddie fucking you before a show and getting caught by the band but he loves people knowing he gets to have you so he doesn’t let up and now its a whole fic
With its loud noise and long haired boys the metal scene was something you’d never imagined yourself dead and center of.
Yet, it was every other night you were in some dingy bar standing front row with sweaty bodys and buzzing bass, watching none other than your friend, your best friend even, Eddie Munson thrash about on the stage.
There was something erotic about watching your best friend since you were 16. The way his head tilted back exposing the thick expanse of his neck. His curls would stick to the sweat that glittered under the stage lights.
The new guys there always made an effort to flirt. Your clean clothes, tight tops, shades of earthy tones, decorated by jewelry you’d made. Needless to say you weren't what these guys were used to.
They’d corner you against the bar where you’d talk to a bartender you knew, or an older looking regular who somehow knew exactly why you always seemed to be there.
You’d tense and flush under their gaze, always unsure of how to tell them you werent there for a hookup. Or rather you were but not with them.
“Hey man, i don’t wanna ruin your fun but she's not available.” A bartender had said once, his name was Jack, he was a decently nice guy, always chatting with you while you waited for Eddie's band to start.
“Why? Are you her boyfriend or something?” The guy had sneered making Jack burst into laughter.
He wasnt incredibly obvious about it, there werent glitter and rinestones, but needless to say a few minutes in his vicinity you had figured out he was gay as they come.
“No doll, she belongs to the band.” Jack had said. Something twisted in your gut at his choice of words.
Belonged
You belonged to the band.
There was no dicrepancy between you and Jack anymore. He knew about what was going on when you were absent before shows, why you were quick to slip behind stage as Eddies band packed up.
“Shes a groupie?”
You snorted. His annoyed gaze flickered with fire to you.
“Something like that.” Jack laughed lightly, a pause held tension as the guy looked you up and down.
“I’m sure i could do better than these coked out wannabes babe” He uttered, voice dropping low as he persisted.
You wanted to laugh in his face, tell him all about what Eddie did for you. How his calloused fingers made you cry, how his tongue seemed to be burning with brimstone with how devious and sinful it was.
You didn't have the chance to reply however because Jack cleared his throat. Your eyes flicked to him, watching as he flicked between you and a space just over your shoulder.
You furrowed your brows turning to see what had his attention.
You spun on your heel, jumping as you were face to face with leather and black cotton.
There was the familiar smell that was distinguishable even in the smoky bar. Weed and a sharp bite of musky cologne.
“Woah! Didn't mean to scare you sweets!” Eddie teased, a hand that wasn't holding a sweating beer bottle wrapped around your waist.
“There's a delay because of some technical shit. Do you wanna hang in the green room?” He said lower, leaning down.
His breath was all beer and cigarettes, the common scent of a rockstar.
You didn't think twice when you nodded, his face broke into his signature crooked grin.
“Stop looking so excited, Eds, it's ruining the illusion.” You joked, only making his goofy smile widen.
“C’mon pumpkin! Don’t be like that.” He faked a pout that made that queasy feeling of guilt swell. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted his kiss. Smile against his pout till you both giggled.
But that's just not how this was. Outside of sex you were basically nothing more than close friends. Not even his possessive touches lingered for too long.
That was okay.
Or at least that's what you told yourself in the moments you kind of wished there was more. That he actually liked you.
He guided you with a hand at the small of your back, letting his touch linger on the small strip of skin where your shirt was slightly too short.
“We don't have long, so no bratty shit today.” Eddie said as you entered the empty room.
The lights were a dim orange, a few bulbs busted and others letting off a terrible buzzing. A leather couch was against the furthest wall, ripped in places but the amount of times you were face down on it, you never minded the wear.
The door clicked behind you and Eddie pulled you close.His eyes scanned you, as they always did. He loved seeing your anticipation cloud over your eyes. And you loved staring at him while you could.
“I’m just gonna eat you out. I don’t think there's time for you to get fucked right now.” Eddie said lowly as he backed you to the sofa.
God did you love Eddie's mouth. Most of the time he would get you loose with his fingers, making you cum around them to loosen you for the girth of him. But in moments where he would put his mouth to good use for once in his annoying little life, it would leave you trembling and weak in the knees.
You loved grabbing his hair, feeling his moans against where you were most sensitive. It was always nice to know Eddie got pleasure just from giving.
And not to mention how you loved seeing his cock straining against his jeans as he stumbled out on stage, red lipped, sweaty and slightly still pussy drunk.
You bit your lip in anticipation as his hands ran along your waist, his gaze dark and wanting. It was nice to be wanted. It was even better to be wanted by him, even if not in the same way you desired.
“You look real good tonight babe.” He muttered, leaning in. His kiss was quick and soft, just long enough to where you got impatient and tried to deepen it.
He tugged the waistband of your pants down, not enough to expose you quite yet but enough where he could see the smooth unblemished skin of your pubic area.
“You shaved?” He asked redundantly, and slightly exasperated.
You giggled soft, knowing it wasn’t to insinuate he didn't like when you weren't baby smooth.
He’d told you before, while in this exact position how much he loved when your hairs grew a little long, how the burn on his mouth after made him throb.
“Y-yeah, I got waxed yesterday.”
His eyes were slightly wider, he pursed his lip to hide a grin.
“What?” You asked in his silence, his stillness was uncommon for moments when you were rushing. It was normally straight to the point, foreplay not necessary when just his smell and his smile made you dripping.
“It’s dumb but, don’t really like the idea of someone seeing you like that.” He wasn't shy when saying it, still oozing confidence as if the words didn't have your world crashing around you.
“You’re an idiot. It was a woman anyways.” You hid a blush behind your hands as he worked your pants and panties down your legs.
“Well shit sweetheart, tell her I said thanks next time.” He said breathily as his eyes locked on where you were smooth and glistening with wet arousal.
You gasped in surprise when his fingers ran up your slip with firm intention. His second hand coming down to spread your fold open, exposing where you were leaking clear slick. Your clit was throbbing between your legs, eager for more than slight brushes.
He took no time in pulling back his hair, pulling a banana clip from his pocket before skillfully pinning it back.
You loved when he pulled his hair away. Not only was it incredibly hot to see him get ready to devour you. Rather, without the thick curls you could see his face better. His light stubble and sharp features are all on show for you to see between your legs.
“Ready baby?” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, your skin erupted in heat.
“Mhm, please.” You whimpered, feeling his warm breath against your pussy.
“Alright, let me take care of my whore.”
You cried out, the bittersweet name and sudden pressure of his slick tongue against you.
Your back arched off the leather, shaking hand coming to your mouth to muffle the noises that tumbled out.
You could feel his grin against your heat. The slick sound of your wetness being pulled from your body and into his waiting mouth.
“Fuck! Fuck eddie please!” You cried, your eyes stung with overwhelming pleasure as his lips wrapped around your clit.
You thought of this feeling often. When he’d take drags from a cigarette or a joint, you’d think about how that mouth brought this out from a deep locked away chest inside you. Only open and wanting when he was offering.
“That's it honey, feels good?”
You thrashed around, head bobbing with a nod as his fingers slipped with no hesitation into your sopping hole.
That was one thing about fucking a rockstar. He needed that ego boost that was your pleasure. Your confirmation to him that you were where he wanted and willing to let him take and take of his own volition.
“Yes! S’so good Eddie!” You were breathless, that coil in your stomach was tightened with every curve of his fingers against that spot you felt all the way to the tips of your fingers.
“Mmm, your close pretty girl. I can feel it around my fingers.” He hooked them hard against your sweet spot just to show off. You could feel your walls pulsing around him, begging for them to draw out the sweet release.
“M’ so close eds!Ca-Can i please cum!?” You pleaded, always asking, always awaiting confirmation.
“Good fucking girl. Asking so sweet. You can cum.” He sucked harder at your clit now, fingers speeding to a bone rattling pace.
The hot swell in your cunt was building, feeling it swirl and travel through your stomach as you rapidly approached release.
That was until the door of the green room swung open. Your eyes went wide, horrifying embarrassment fell over you as you locked eyes, one by one, with all of Eddie's band mates.
“Fuck dude! We gotta go come on!”
To make matters even worse, his head staid firm between your legs, tongue still working.
You tried to hide the pleasure that still overflowed from you. You gripped his hair, trying in vain to pull him away with weak tugs. Your body fought against your mind as it cried for him to continue.
With more shouts of rushing words he finally pulled off. Smiling up at your beet red face.
Just to further the humiliation it seemed he pressed a kiss to your aching clit before sitting back. His chin was slick with your wetness and he make a show of wiping some off with his shining fingers before sucking them clean.
“Eddie!” You whined, covering your face as he gazed down with a smile like there weren't sets of horrified eyes staring.
“Sorry for the interruption pumpkin. I’ll be back.”
He sauntered out with a devlish smirk, his cock obviously pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.
“I’m so sorry guys I-“ You tried to apologize through the red hot humiliation.
“Don’t sweat it! Eddies the idiot to blame anyways. He knew we were already short on time.” One of the boys called back, trying to avoid looking at you while also offering understanding smiles as they all left the room.
You never had the heart to say you knew that it was a race for time as well.
You laid back once the door had clicked shut. You could cry with embarrassment, even after their affirmations. You couldn’t imagine what they’d seen. How disheveled you were and how to make matters worse, Eddies continuation.
You weren’t mad at him, he was always one to want everyone to know how good he was. Besides, they’d caught you both fumbling to redress many times, but never like that. Never in the act.
Your skin was sweaty under your clothes and the ache between your slick legs was still there.
If it were any other circumstance there would be no qualms about getting yourself off but the fear that they might have forgotten something was in full force.
You wanted to throw up but your mind suddenly flickered to Eddie's face. How pleased he had looked when you finally were freed from him.
It made the shame take a back seat as heat flickered in your gut. Always a prominent feeling when you thought about Eddie wanting people to know what you did.
You kind of liked being his groupie, even if you both knew in an unspoken agreement that this was much more than that. It was a constant teetering between nothing but lust and gentler moments where you both just revealed in having each other so intimately.
It would be too hard to not want more. To not sit in the crowd everytime he fucked you before a show and feel that swell of superiority as you watched all the girls swoon over him, knowing he was yours, even if not offically.
You smiled to no one but yourself, a moment of bliss and recognition.
You figured then, even if you couldn’t look the members in the eyes ever again, that as long as Eddie wanted you. You were willing to get caught every time if it meant you would see his want, his desires spilling over. All for you.
i think we need to bring back up some rockstar!jj x groupie!reader lore… for … for the reason .. of…. well.. my sanity.
ukw we should….like with the modern ome lets take it back to the beginning bc calling her a groupie simplifies what she is. she was their first real fan i’m talking making tshirts on her own and telling people about their gigs wherever they went she went so for jj to play im her face when they get bigger??? hes so sick for that
she waa telling them which somgs sucked and which were good with no care to their feelings but it got them off the island didnt it? and jj says he cant create unless shes in his line of sight and he’ll be impossible to work with when they fight and she ditches him but even still the music they make is fuckin incredible thats why they keep her around
cw: use of pet names (doll, babe etc.) smut, penetrative sex, creampie, fingering, smoking (reader and sirius smoke cigarettes), married sirius/cheating.
note: wrap it before you tap it. yes this is named after the lana del rey song, and this isn't my fault i watched Almost Famous, literally no one look at me 😫 FILTHIEST FIC IVE WRITTEN Reblogs are highly appreciated as always !
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The Gold of his wedding band shone amongst his mostly silver jewellery. The rings cool as they brushed over your thighs. He lay by you, tired and restless, fully dressed from the concert that finished barely moments ago. He held the lighter out, offering it to your unlit cigarette.
The bright flame drew your eyes from your sleepy tracking of Sirius' hands. The smoke you blew out just making you both all the more tired and disillusioned. Your short dress was pulled up around your thighs, exposing a little square of your almost sheer panties. The room was mostly empty, just you, Sirius, and the roadies and groupies running in and out. The both of you ignored, apart from by each other. Sirius's eyes met yours as he pulled you onto him, slightly laying down.
"C'mere doll" he groaned. Pushing your dress further up your hips. You whimpered slightly as his gaze met your clothed core. He trailed his hands up and down your thighs as you dropped your barely smoked cigarette into the ashtray. He brought his hands over your panties and suddenly started lightly rubbing your clit. He brushed your hair away from your eyes as you fell apart on his hands. Sirius slipped your panties to the side, rough hands spreading your slick around. Cold rings brushing at your hole as he starts to push a finger in. Moaning at the stretch you grip his bicep, hips pressing down onto his clothed dick. Sirius moans from where he laid with you on top of him.
"Don't be rough bub, I've got dinner with my wife tomorrow." You almost teared up at the news, although you'd always been well aware of the situation, he wasn't yours. But all the whines brewing in your chest turned into screams of pleasure as he added another finger, thrusting faster.
"Don't cum, I'm just prepping you" he muttered in your ear with a soft slap on the thigh. You proceeded to muffle your moans into his shoulder trying to hold off your high.
Finally, he removed his hands from your pussy and began to unzip his jeans. You slid off of him and gazed at his slightly exposed chest through the undone shirt buttons, his skin slightly grimy from the dusty travel of the day. And you lowered your gaze to where he was busy with the zipper the outline of his hard cock visible. He stumbled back onto the couch, pulling you on top of him this time. He looked into your eyes as you he guided you to sink down onto his cock.
"Come on love, ride me. We've only got 10 minutes to spare before the boys are all back in here" you held back moans at his words, although you were Sirius' you'd seen James off in corners with girls and heard what a godly lay Remus was. You'd be doing your best tonight, just in case, they were there to see.
He started thrusting his hips, and thoughts of the rest of the band faded as he made you see stars, your clit brushing against his pubic bone as he set a steady pace. Sirius was often like this after shows, unbelievably horny, your favourite mood of his. His warm hands digging into your sides, holding your dress up kept you down to earth as you started to bounce on him faster. His wife was back in town, the tour was nearly over, and soon it would be goodbye. For another year maybe, maybe less? Another moan escaped you as your walls clenched around him. Sirius was sweating now, breathing heavily in your ear as his high approached. He pulled you in for an open-mouthed kiss, rough and wet. Kneading your flesh even more gently as he came, coating your insides, thrusting as he rode out his high. Sirius toyed with your clit, softly pinching until you climaxed also, moaning and whining in his ear. He slipped out of you just in time, as a knock sounded at the door.
"Give us a sec" Sirius called. You pulled your dress down and clutched your panties pulling them up, his cum spilling out of you as you stood. When you looked over at Sirius he was already dressed, and nearly out the door, a lit cigarette in his lips. He didn't look back as he grabbed his guitar.
"I love you" fell from your lips as the door closed, but he was already gone.
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He's yet to see her.
He's been running in circles, trying to spot her in backstage ever since closing the show. Even though he's sure he's seen her with his own eyes peeking from between the black curtains of backstage, he's now starting to think that tonight is playing him, and that she’s actually back in London. Or maybe she just didn't like the show and decided to leave, Harry thinks, laughing at himself and how pathetic he sounds.
He finds Jeff on the phone, and Anthony is with him, his camera still on his neck.
"Have you seen her?" He asks Jeff after greeting Anthony.
He doesn't look up from the stack of papers, though, and only shakes his head, continuing his conversation on the phone.
He itches his neck, rubs the sweat further into his skin nonchalantly, and turns to Anthony. "What about you," he says, hands shaking. "Have you seen... a girl?"
Anthony laughs at that.
"A girl? I've seen lots of girls!"
"No, ah... backstage? Someone? Looking for me or somethin'?"
"Nope, sorry, dude."
"Fuck sake," he murmurs under his breath and keeps walking, turning right towards the green room.
He finds everyone there, having drinks.
Everyone but her.
"Harry," he nods at Harry Lambert. "Have you seen her? I swear I saw you hiding behind the curtain– she's trying to fuck with my head again, I swear."
"I did."
"You did?"
Harry Lambert nods, grinning at him before he focuses on something behind Harry.
He turns there.
And there she is.
There she bloody is.
She's dressed in wide leg trousers, black– midnight black, and she's got a yellow long sleeve on top, tight and tucked in, and her cleavage... her cleavage looks divine. She's got hoop earrings on, they're huge, and her smile... God, Harry finds himself thinking, her smile makes him weak in the fucking knees.
"Looking for me?" She says, and Harry notices the red cup in her hand. She takes a sip, then itches the side of her face.
Harry sighs. "Bold of you to assume I was looking for you?"
"Ha," a smirk paints her features. "You're so full of shit– I heard you saying my name, asking people if they've seen me ever since you came backstage. I mean," she looks him up and down. "You haven't even changed."
"You're testing my patience," Harry says her name, then walks towards her, others in the room forgotten. "Let's go."
"As you wish."
He walks ahead of her, guiding her through the narrow path leading up to his changing room, and he knows she's looking at his ass. He knows, because she told him once or twice, how beautiful and sexy it is, his ass, and he remembers all those nights she took her time to play with it, bringing him to edge only to take it all away and throw it in his face. He remembers her touching him there, fingertips leaving fiery marks on his flesh as she played with him and did all the things Harry can't even say out loud yet.
She's out to get him, and he doesn't think he minds it one bit.
"Are we fucking?" She asks boldly when he closes the door behind her.
"Not enough time."
She puts the cup on the coffee table, and her hands find the zipper on her top. She drags it down, just a tiny bit, until her boobs look even more delicious to Harry, on display and juicy.
"Fuck me," he mutters. "Just– c'mere, let me fuck your mouth."
"Yeah? Are you hard?"
"You don't even know."
She smiles, a genuine one this time, and walks closer. Entering his space, she gets on her knees and her fingers start working the button and the zipper on his polka-dot trousers.
"God," she mumbles, though Harry thinks she wasn't supposed to let that out.
"What?"
She shakes her head as she helps him slide all the fabric down and they watch it all pool around Harry's ankles.
"You're so fucking big."
Harry gulps at the sight, her on her knees, and places his hand on her chin, bringing her closer to his hard cock.
"Gonna fuck your mouth so hard you won't be able to speak for hours," he says, with one hand pumping his cock as the other thumbs at her bottom lip.
She opens, like the good girl she is, and he brings his cock to her mouth, letting her warm and slippery mouth welcome his hard cock. It's bliss, her mouth, all warm and wet, and so tight around him, and Harry thinks he might just pass out from all the sensation he's feeling at the tip of his cock.
He's so hard it hurts at the beginning, when she licks the tip, but it gets better once she starts humming around him and sliding his mouth up and down with her saliva now dripping down her chin. She looks dirty, private, and his.
She looks like she's his.
Harry takes his cock out of her mouth. She whines. He holds it from his base and slaps it against her warm cheek, smearing precum and her saliva all over her skin.
"Can't stay away from me, hm?" He says, the words sounding all hushed and low coming from his mouth. "Would follow me anywhere as long as you get my cock in you, right? Anywhere."
She nods, eyes finding his as she follows his cock and takes it into her mouth when he doesn't make a move. She swirls her tongue around the pink, wet muscle of his tip, and Harry groans. She tongues at the bottom, then at his slit before she starts taking him deeper and deeper.
"Look at you," Harry whispers, his free hand pulling her hair. "What are you," he asks in a practiced tone. She knows it.
She takes him out of her mouth, resting the tip on her tongue.
"A whore," she says, licking around the tip, then the underside of his cock, tonguing at the vein there. "I'm your whore."
"Yeah, you are. My fucking slut, aren't you?"
"Yes. Please– fuck me– fuck my throat."
"I want you to choke on it, take it all, take my cum."
He slaps his cock against her chin a few times, then fucks into her mouth, hands now on each side of her face as he rocks back and forth, cock coming in and out of her warm mouth. It looks dirty, nasty with her saliva running down her chin, all the way down to her top and chest, ruining everything, but Harry loves it. He knows she does too.
"I'm gonna cum," he grunts, pushing harder and deeper into her mouth and keeping his cock there as it touches the very back of her throat.
She makes a choking sound, gargles, but never once moves her head and takes what's being given.
Harry cums, his cum hitting the back of her throat as she chokes, only a little, and he sees the tears running down her face. It's divine, and she looks like she's from another universe. On her knees. At his mercy.
"Fuck– shit, oh my God," Harry curses, hands squeezing her head tighter as he comes undone.
Minutes pass as she ever so gently licks at his tip, all lazy and sloppy, and Harry knows they need to hurry up.
"Sorry," he says when they pull apart and he's pulling his underwear and trousers back on. "Got you all... dirty."
"You're all right."
"Come," he helps her up, and brings her to the ensuite. "Let's clean you up, lovely."
"You messed me up real bad," she looks in the mirror, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I love it."
He loves it, too.
He thinks he loves most things when it's with her.
he really is . I just want him to squeeze me in missionary or finger me in his lap .. or just hug me tight 😔 , and the fact he’s 6’2 TOO .. him w his shorter gf !! AUGHH I NEED ZAKK !!
( edit : i js started some headcanons for him so be onna lookout fa dat yall . 🤗 )
6801 words. Story features famous!Eddie Munson and famous / groupie!reader. Possessive!Eddie. Daddy kink, public sex, breeding kink… I might make this into a yandere!vampire! Eddie but… we'll see. Part (1) of (5).
There's not much smut in this story, as this is the beginning of the groupie! series. The song is based off of 'Camp Rock'. LMAOO. If you like this story and wish to see more, do comment, reblog and give it a like! It's much appreciated.
With adrenaline pumping through his body, Eddie shouted into the microphone while strumming a chord on his guitar, the blissful smile never vanishing from his rosy red lips.
"Good evening, New York! My name is Eddie Munson and I'm very happy to be performing here in front of all of your lovely faces. I hope everyone is having a great time, so far! I wish to also give a quick shout out to the incredible performers that have taken the stage this evening, too. Why don't we give them a hand!?"
A shout breaks out as plastic glasses and bottles held by tailgaters who are making a day of the performance splash into the air. Eddie should have been alarmed by the overwhelming quantity of people, but he wasn't.
He admired all he saw. Loved the feeling of finally being recognized for his talent. He loved having the spotlight on him.
Finally, his dreams were becoming a reality. Nevertheless, what would one anticipate from this kind of crowd?
Even if Eddie's band - Corroded Coffin - was a total loser fest and sung shitty songs and performed poorly, it wouldn't have mattered to them nor the audience.
It was a free event that featured a variety of bands, and even if they were total trash -- which they weren't, thank you very much -- it seriously wouldn't matter because the crowd was too drunk to care and at the end of the night, Eddie and the rest of the group got paid, regardless. It was a win-win.
The festival they were performing at was a larger version of Coachella, but it also included up-and-coming musicians, like Eddie and his band, in addition to more well-known ones.
They were up-and-coming musicians like all the others, seeking to break out in the industry and experience a taste of the spotlight. Judging by the ecstatic reaction of the crowd when their name was announced, they were clearly well on their way there. Corroded Coffin were a formidable force.
A dozen youngsters shouted out from the front row, just a few feet away, about how much of a fan-fucking-tastic time they were having. That, and 'hurry the fuck on!' Eddie gave them a wink before strumming his guitar once again. He nodded over at Gareth, looking over his shoulder at his bandmate, who took that as a cue to start hitting his drums.
"This song is for everybody who is experiencing a difficult summer, perhaps even dealing with rougher, darker and negative feelings, maybe even a harder life.... Well, I say you have one life to live, so go and live it before the clock runs out, before time stops ticking. This song is a reminder to never, ever, take life too seriously and to always appreciate what it has to offer. The good and the bad... Let's fucking have the time of our lives, alright, everyone!?"
The crowd responded by roaring, the echo was so loud that Eddie swore glass in the distance just shattered. The following hour seemed to fly by as the crowd and Corroded Coffin appeared to be having the time of their lives.
Eddie practically floated his way toward the back stage when the lights went out. "Yo! That was incredible." Their third bandmate, Jeff said.
"I know right! Undoubtedly, that was our best performance to play yet. Did you all notice how the crowd went wild when they said our name?" Gareth enquired while maintaining his sparkling eyes, making it clear that the adrenaline hadn't worn off.
He then called out to their manager, "Chrissy! Yo, Chrissy! We're bloody fuckin' rockstars, dude! We owned that shit!" Gareth couldn't help but be thrilled. He was like a kid in a candy store, that they all laughed with him, feeling the exact same way.
"I'll celebrate with y'all in a sec. I'm just going to get something to drink, I'm parched." Eddie said, handing his guitar over to Chrissy. "We don't have to leave now though, right?" Jeff asked. They all looked at Chrissy who felt her cheeks burn by the number of eyes that was staring at her.
To think that she would have gotten used to this job by now... She rolled her eyes at them, "You guys can stay till the end of the concert. It's not like you have anything lined up for the next two days." She told them, signaling with her hands that they could disperse.
"Sweet! Thanks, Chrissy!" Jeff said, placing a huge kiss on her cheeks before he ran away. "Hey!" Chrissy laughed as she wiped off where his lips had come in contact with her skin.
"Don't drink too much! 'Cause I am not cleaning it up! And don't do anything you'll regret in the morning!"
*~*
Every sight and sound reminded Eddie that this was the nicest location on earth as he passed past some people during the concert in an open arena. He hopes that he'll perform here again, expect as a headliner than an opening performer.
The arena was alive with activity as music blared from the speakers, electricity swept the room, and unidentified people danced to the beat.
He eventually arrived at the set-up tiny bar, requesting a tequila shot from the grumpy-looking bartender.
"Your ID?" The bartender posed a query while crossing his arms over his chest. Eddie pointed to the stage and told him, "Really, dude? I was just on stage, performing."
The bartender was quick to reply with sarcasm, "And I just performed with Beyonce.... Rules are rules.... dude."
Eddie sighed and fished inside his back pocket until his fingers brushed over his wallet, bringing it out, Eddie waves it in front of the bartender. He then showed him that yes, he was legally allowed to drink.
"I'll have my tequila now." The ends of Eddie's lips tugged up into a smirk. The bartender narrowed his eyes at him before he turned around to get him his shot.
Eddie found himself waiting longer than he would have liked for his shot. He was being held up on purpose by the bartender.
"Asshole..." Eddie mumbled to himself before settling down on the bar stool. He turned around while tapping his foot to the current music being played.
He looked around and laughed when he observed a pair making out since they appeared to be capable of openly mauling each other. Eddie screwed his nose at the sight and hoped that it wouldn't be him at the end of the night when he turned to his left and saw a young man throwing up.
Eddie once more searched the crowd until he stopped. He then looked to his left, then his right before he finally focused his full attention onto the girl.
She was... well, she was simply breathtaking, as they often say in corny rom-coms. She donned a form-fitting, tight-looking black dress, matching fishnet undergarments, and glossy, black leather boots.
Eddie saw her as an apple he had been longing to bite into. He wanted to taste her sweetness, have her juices running down his face as he devoured every last drop..... fuck.
It had been a little too long since he's last had his cock sucked and ate someone out..
He felt intimidated by the sheer, unadulterated desire that was rattling around in his chest and threatening to make things more difficult than he needed them to be while wearing his charcoal gray slacks. Particularly when he comes to the realization how tight his jeans were becoming as he stared at her.
Eddie's thoughts were interrupted when the bartender said, "Here's your shot of tequila." Eddie blinked as though startled out of a fog, "Oh, uhh.... Right, yeah. Thanks, man." He remarked, taking the tequila shot and immediately downing it.
She was still there when he turned to look in the direction he had seen his once-in-a-lifetime girl. Clearly not in his dreams, the waitress next to the bartender giggled as she gestured to the empty glass around his hands.
"Another shot?" The waitress enquired, holding back her smirk. Eddie simply nodded and motioned for the bartender to pour him another shot with his hands. The waitress walked away, giggling and blushing, secretly wishing it was her that Eddie was lusting after.
"Why don't you approach her and start a conversation? That way you can stop salivating all over my counter like a horny dog." The bartender said, his arms once again returning back to his chest, folded out in front of him.
Eddie turned back to the bartender, almost choking on the drink he had received.
"What? No." Eddie laughed, claiming that he wasn't drooling over her, at all, and that she was way out of his league. He didn't realize he had been so overt in his desire for her.
Eddie was earlier glancing in the same general direction as the bartender, who shrugged as well. "Hmm.... true. She does appear to be far beyond your level." The bartender said in a matter of fact tone.
Eddie was quite nervous about approaching her, which was ironic because Eddie always felt he was confident. He didn't like how the bartender put it, but.... the man was absolutely correct.
"Listen, man... You told me that you just performed up there, right? There are hundreds of people here, so I don't understand the big deal about going up to one female to chat to her," the bartender said with a roll of his eyes.
"Look, if it's liquid bravery you need, I can help with some of that. Just quit panting here like some dog," the bartender added.
Eddie paid attention to what the bartender said, taking everything in he said to heart and he was completely correct—all he needed was some liquid courage.
After all, how difficult could it be to approach one girl after having just performed in front of thousands of people? 'I can do this,' he thought as he downed the last of the shot that had been poured for him and stood up from the barstool.
Eddie paused for a brief moment before laughing, the realization hitting him. 'Calm yourself, Eddie. You're not entering a battleground. You'll be fine.' He reminded himself.
She was alone and engaged in phone conversation when he approached her. He cleared his throat as he ran his fingers through his hair.
They immediately caught eyes as soon as she looked up from her phone.
When she drew his attention, she grinned so brightly it could have been mistaken for the sun. Eddie's heart actually fluttered.
There it was. No time for queues. 'Just talk to the attractive woman for fucksakes,' he told himself. Eddie chuckled as he continued to nervously play with his hair, "Seems I've been caught gazing....."
"I'm afraid I'm guilty on that count, too," She said, her voice laced with a torch-singer sultriness, her words telling him to keep going.
There was something about her tone, which was quiet but assured, that made him smirk. "Eddie," he said, holding his palms out in introduction. His was encircled by her hands.
"Nice to meet you, Eddie. I saw your performance up there and I must say, I now understand what everyone is really screaming about." She said with a playful wink.
"Milady, I appreciate the compliment, dearly." She laughed as he made a faux bow.
"Actually, I was just telling my friend about how awesome your songs are and how I really like them." Eddie put his hand on his chest, "Wow, I'm honored to have all these comments for myself and my band coming from such a gorgeous girl."
"However, I would like to put a name to that pretty face of yours." He said. Her face flushes instantly with warmth at the compliment.
"Oh... well, it's--"
"Sinister Angels! Sinister Angels!" A man with a headphone and paper in his hands yelled out, making them both look at him. She turned back to him, "I have to go," she said, smiling up at him but her eyes told him otherwise. It wasn't like when she had smiled up at him the first time. She had the type of smile that even her eyes smiled along with her, but this time around it wasn't like that.
"But why?" Eddie asked in confusion but she had already turned on her heels and was heading backstage. Despite not knowing her name and not wanting to act like a stalker, Eddie wanted to reach out to her but decided against it. The man sighed in defeat.
He scowled, his brows furrowed, 'Great, the one time a girl really catches my attention and I didn't get learn her name.' He murmured to himself, shaking his head sadly.
"Yo, Eddie! Eddie, what's up, man!!?" Eddie heard Jeff calling from a distance and turned to see him heading in his direction.
"Where the hell have you been, dude?" Jeff asked while gasping and stooping, his hands resting on his knees. Jeff continued to pant before he added, "Bro, I really need to start using my gym membership, I'm so out of shape." Eddie laughed and gave a playful push on his shoulder, nearly sending the man tumbling down. "Gareth should really start listening to us," Eddie said.
"You pay for shit and don't end up using any of it." Eddie laughed as Gareth came up behind Jeff.
"Which is why I don't bother. The only memberships that matter, however, are the memberships to get into these wicked nightclubs, dude. What have you been up to, anyways, man?" Eddie was ready to speak when Jeff repeated his question, but Gareth waived his hands in the air to cut him off.
"Forget about that; you're seriously missing out on a lot. You know what I just saw? It was the coolest thing I had ever seen! I witnessed a magician perform magic tricks backstage, dude.... Total radical. Anyways, would you like to play a drinking game with us?" Gareth asked while hurriedly forming his words.
Eddie groaned; he was used to Gareth being this way, incapable of concentrating on one thing at a time. He often acted like a little child experiencing a sugar rush.
"Yeah, sure, why not? Where is this drinking game occurring, though, and does Chrissy even know about this?" questioned Eddie with an arched brow, because he was fully aware of their manager's unwillingness to even approve such an event.
Gareth merely grinned apologetically and said, "What Chrissy doesn't know wouldn't hurt her, dude." He didn't say another word before turning to head in the direction of the gathering spot for the drinking game.
When they arrived, Jack and Chris, the last remaining members of their band, were already seated at a table with a few other young people, some of whom were more girls than guys. Eddie greeted a few people who seemed familiar and took a seat on the other side of the room.
"You okay, dude?" Jeff asked, a hint of concern coating his words.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Eddie replied.
"I don't know, I guess it's probably because you appear to have had your favorite candy stolen?" Jeff asked with a slight snort. Eddie didn't know that his expression had turned sour on his little walk to this place.
"I'm fine, it's probably just from the shot of tequila I drank, you know..."
"Bro, I've seen you drink before, and quite the contrary, you always seem so delighted when you're shoving alcohol down your throat. Even if it's the most disgusting thing you've ever had, you still drink it. And somehow, you never get sick either. So, what is it? What's really bothering you?"
Eddie shrugged and ignored all the questions that were thrown at him. "Whatever man, let's just play this ridiculous drinking game." All the lights in the arena went out just as they were about to deliver the cups, and then the stage light and the entire arena lit up at once.
"What the hell! Who are those people?" Gareth pondered. "Forget about that; I'm more upset that we didn't even consider making such an entrance!" Jeff said with a slight pout as he focused intently on the stage. The band that was playing was now in the spotlight and what Eddie saw nearly caused him to fall over.
"What the fuck..." He muttered under his breath, "Good evening, New York. We're the Sinister Angels." The sultry voice spoke into the mic. The entire crowd burst out into fits of excitement again. Eddie on the other hand felt his jaw drop.
"Dude, I know she's hot but you would probably have to pick up your jaw from the floor at this rate that you're staring at her." Eddie didn't pay attention to what Jeff had just said.
He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing for the second time this evening. It was the stunning woman from before; she was the band's lead singer.
She shared the same attire as the other girls there: a form-fitting black dress with angel wings perched on her shoulder.
"Holy shit... Do you think it's possible I can wed one of them?" Gareth claimed that they were all attracted by what they saw, and that when they began singing, it appeared as though they were all under hypnosis.
Jeff, in an amazement, muttered: "These girls are really fantastic, like A-level good," he said with his gaze fixed on the stage like the other guys.
"Where have you been all my life?!" Gareth shouted, turning a few heads in their direction. They all stayed until the very end to watch their performance, and when the Sinister Angels finished, they received a standing ovation.
"I'll be right back, you guys." Getting up from his chair, Eddie made his way backstage to see if he could locate the less mysterious girl. He had to give the stunning woman's face a name because there was no way he was leaving this spot without seeing her one final time or without speaking to her.
"Excuse me, coming through. Sorry," He murmured a string of apologizes as he zig-zagged through the crowd. The backstage was crowded, but he was able to see her (H/C) hair and the outfit she had been flaunting on stage, the plastic feathery wings swooshing around with each stride she took.
Her identity was unknown to him, and she was moving in the opposite direction, getting further and further away.
"Sinister Angels' lead vocalist!" He screamed once more, this time louder, making a few angry bystanders glance in his direction. Hearing her title called, the girl turned around, an instant smile blossoming across her face.
Eddie almost leapt for joy when he saw that he finally got her attention and she stopped walking.
She had then turned her head for a second, speaking to three other girls that he assumed were her bandmates. They were dressed the same so he sort of put two and two together.
He really didn't pay any attention to the others on stage, as his sole focus was mainly on her.
Eddie finally jogged up towards her, chuckling as he pushed his hair back and away from his eyes.
"Hey, so you're a musician too... How come you didn't mention it?" He asked. She smiled at him, laughing softly as she then shrugged her shoulders.
"We never really got the chance to get to that part of the conversation." She replied.
"Okay, okay... fair enough. Before we continue with this conversation, however, I really do need to put a name to that pretty face of yours. I can't keep calling you the 'Lead Singer of Sinister Angels'." He joked. The smile grew bigger as she laughed a little louder this time as she nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you can't. My name is (Y/N)." She finally said, introducing herself.
"(Y/N)." Eddie echoed, loving the way her name rolled so smoothly from his lips.
"Well, (Y/N) it's a pleasure. You and your band absolutely fucking aced that shit up there. Your entrance, too? It was really fantastic, absolutely phenomenal." He gushed.
"Thank you; our manager actually came up with that. He advised making a big entrance." Her voice was upbeat and joyful as she spoke.
"Well, it turns out that your manager wasn't mistaken—you definitely caught everyone's attention." As he spoke, he never dared look away from her gaze, not wanting to break apart the connection they were building. Surely, she felt it too, didn't she...?
The entire arena was filled with music. Having just performed and then watched (Y/N)'s performance too, his ears were still ringing loudly and he couldn't truly focus on what all was being said. He wanted her to know he had her full attention.
"I realize this is strange, but would you like to dance with me? We can go somewhere else? Maybe, a little more reserved and quiet?"
For what seemed like an eternity to Eddie, there was a beat of stillness. (Y/N) appeared to be thinking about what he had asked her. She then developed this determined look in her eyes.
"Let's do that, sure. After all, summer is here. We must let go and lose our minds, right?" (Y/N) gave him a wink before swaying her hips as she moved by him.
Either she purposely pushed herself against him as she moved or it was completely by accident... Nonetheless, his breath hitched and he drew in a deep, shaky breath.
(Y/N) threw her hair over her shoulder and turned to face Eddie, "You coming or what?" She pondered, giving him a sultry smirk. Eddie was just staring, gawking at her. "Fuck, yeah." He grinned.
*~*
They were still within easy walking distance of the party and close enough to still hear the music in the parking lot, which looked like a fine location to be alone themselves since there weren't many people around.
(Y/N) wasn't normally one to engage in flings or anything similar, so she didn't expect her night to go as planned. But as soon as she set eyes on Eddie, she knew she had to have him. Even if it was for a night... Although, she did hope something more blossomed over time.
"C'mon, let's dance," As Eddie approached from behind her, she pulled on his hand to encourage him to dance.
(Y/N) danced while keeping her eyes closed and leaning against Eddie's chest. She moved involuntarily in response to the music, moving her hips and reaching out to touch Eddie's neck, wrapping her arms around him.
(Y/N) cherished the physical release that dancing provided. Her head was supported by Eddie's broad, huge chest, and his strong arms landed on her hips. Their bodies were in unison as he followed her step for step.
(Y/N) had a thrill as she felt him pressing every inch of him against her. Although he was tall, he moved with ease, and his grip on her hips began to restrain her motion by forcing her body to perform what he desired.
While breathing him in and attempting to drown at the time, never wanting to let go of this moment, (Y/N) settled into the beat and eventually found herself lost in not only Eddie's touch but the rhythm of the music that played in the distance.
Eddie touched (Y/N)'s arms possessively as (Y/N) lowered her hand to them. His hands were large and powerful, his forearms were covered with hair, and when he moved, his muscles rippled.
She wondered how it'd feel if he wrapped his hand around her throat while his other hand goes down on her, softly pushing his fingers in & out of her wet, soaking cunt.
She gasps suddenly, coming back into reality from her naughty daydreams due to Eddie pressing up against her as he lined his pelvis up against hers, placing his hardening cock against the back of her ass.
At least she wasn't the only one who was thinking dirty thoughts..
(Y/N) shivered as Eddie leaned forward, his cheek brushing against her face and stubble rubbing against her flesh. He kept adding more and more flames to the fire that was already burning in her body, never letting it go out.
The deep timbre of Eddie's voice rumbled from his chest to hers as he murmured, "You're stunning, babe," He said, warm breath tickling her skin. She flushed with heat, trying to respond without coming off too flustered.
"Thank you...I appreciate it," (Y/N) said. "You're not so bad yourself," She giggled. Eddie placed a light kiss on her neck after running his nose down her cheek, the faintest smile on his face at the compliment she gave him.
When he inhaled deeply, breathing in the lovely scent that was a mixture of strawberries & cigarettes, his hands went slowly up up her waist to rest just beneath her breast.
He caressed (Y/N)'s with gentle, ghostly gestures made with the tips of his fingertips, causing goosebumps to emerge on her skin.
(Y/N)'s breathing quickened, her pussy began to flush and the sensation of moisture soaks into her thong.
Fuck... she was wet. She could even feel her arousal dripping down her legs.
When Eddie abruptly turned her around, (Y/N) opened her eyes and craned her neck to look into his deep, dark brown eyes.
(Y/N) grinned up at him while attempting to maintain her composure and avoid appearing foolish.
"I must say, you're not a bad dancer. You sing well and dance well, too..." Eddie grinned back at her and made a joke about how he was "full of many surprises." Her hands were then taken and placed on his shoulders. He then pulled her close while bending his knees so that they were lined up chest to chest. He resumed dancing as one of his thighs slid between her legs.
(Y/N) felt very vulnerable, but that was exactly what she wanted, wasn't it? Intimacy. He pushed her forward with his thighs.
When her breast touched his chest, her nipples tingled, and (Y/N)'s hands slid up and down his shoulders, feeling his sculpted muscles. She had too many sensations at once.
She was on sensory overload. Suddenly, they both felt hypnotized as his gaze locked onto her (e/c) eyes. Her body was on fire from Eddie's piercing look. His lower lip biting caused (Y/N)'s gaze to flit to that movement.
As she saw his lips arc into a seductive grin, (Y/N) felt her face and the rest of her body flush with heat. Oblivious to the other, the both of them felt as though their bodies were live wires since the chemistry between them was so obvious and strong.
"The van is open; would you like to come in?" (Y/N) questioned as she fixed her eyes carefully on Eddie's, perhaps signaling to him what she wanted.
"Don't you think we'll get caught?" Eddie enquired merely for the sake of clarification. He was equally prepared and willing to follow through on her requests.
"Live a bit, Munson," she laughs before she pulled him into the open van that was behind them. At the back of the van, there was a long seat full of cushions and blankets.
(Y/N) pushed him back and stood in front of him because she didn't want to waste any more time. She needed to be fucked then and there.
For a moment, Eddie appeared puzzled. Almost drunk-like. He hadn't even had her pussy yet and he was pussy drunk.
(Y/N) sat on Eddie's lap with her legs crossed and her dress up just over her thighs, not high enough for Eddie to view, however.
(Y/N) reaches for Eddie's hands and places them on her thighs, just above her dress, as he fixes his gaze on her. His bottom was still tugged between his teeth and his eyes were full of desire and want.
His eyes almost appeared completely black. He was hungry and was dying to devour that pussy of hers. He wanted to make her scream until she lost her voice. Wanted to fuck her so hard and so deep, she'd be limping for a few days...
Fucking hell... Eddie just wanted to have her, to be inside of her and feel her tight cunt squeezing his cock.
"Anybody could literally come in here right now and find us..."
"This was your idea," Eddie said jokingly. "Besides, I think they'd find this performance even more spectacular. Your pretty, pink pussy on full display, legs sprawled in the air while a fat and girthy cock is drilling into you.... I bet people would pay to see that. Bet you and I would even win an award. We'd be rich, making a sex-tape, you and I."
(Y/N) couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips as she shuddered at his words. She pauses for a moment, trying to see what words were as dirty as his that'll get him going, get him harder than he has been.
"Fuck, you're nasty, Munson. You going to fuck me like I'm some kind of nasty bitch, huh? You think I'm some slut, too, huh? That I'd enjoy being watched by other people, have others watching my pussy getting stretched out and fucked by the lead singer of Corroded Coffin? If so, you'd be right..." She hummed, a smirk instantly blossoming across her face as Eddie groaned, his hands digging into her hips as she talked dirty to him.
His hands grab her ass, causing her to squeak in surprise. Eddie pushed her closer to him again and kissed her, hard and hungry. (Y/N)'s body melted into Eddie's and she felt him harden between her legs.
His hand traveled up her body and into her hair, giving her a slight tug. His mouth traveled from hers, down her neck, and onto her shoulder. Her breath quickened and she felt herself grinding on him.
She has never been so desperate for someone before... (Y/N) wanted to feel him everywhere.. But first she wanted his mouth on her breast, so she pushed his face closer to her cleavage.
As soon as Eddie realized what she wanted, he pushed her dress down.
"No bra?" He asked, more to himself than to her. "It's just a hassle, now get on with it." Was (Y/N)'s only reply. She moaned as he softly touched her left breast and squeezed it.
He bent down and gave her left breast a powerful suck, instantly latching his mouth around her areolar before fully placing her boob into his mouth.
"That feels nice, fuck..." (Y/N) sighed, fluttering her eyelids closed as she allowed herself to drown in the ultimate pleasure that was his warm, wet mouth.
Eddie's hand was now on her thigh, running up the top of her thigh and through her dress.
(Y/N) made an audible moan as he caressed her thigh, loud enough for anybody nearby to hear.
Eddie approached her pussy, slowly sneaking up and he smirked mischievously as he softly brushed his fingers against the outside of her clothed cunt, making her gasp at the sudden touch.
It was as if she had been electrocuted. Her body was on fire, the heat hadn't stopped forming and blazing through her.
(Y/N) raised herself just enough for Eddie to grab her panties, in response, he slightly lowered them, pulling them down the best he could.
(Y/N) got up from his lap, climbed onto the van's seat, took off her drenched underwear, and spread her legs apart. This time, Eddie had a good look at her pussy. Her thighs and pussy glistened in the light because she was so drenched.
"All of this for me, sweetheart? Why, I'm honored." She scoffed and gave him the bird. He instantly began to explore and touch her with his hand, however, quickly going back to business.
Softly, he thumbs her hardening clit and runs her juices over herself. He then placed her wetness into his mouth, sucking on his fingers. Eddie groans in reply at how sweet she tasted.
Eddie then grabbed her thighs and prodded them with his tongue. Here and there, he'd nibble and bite down onto her skin.
Gently, Eddie's kissing her inner thighs up until his tongue reached her opening and he shoved inside of her.
(Y/N) chewed her lip in an effort to maintain as much silence as possible. While his fingers then slid in, his tongue discovered her clit and he sucked harshly, tongue lapping up her cunt like a dog drinking water after a hot summer's day.
Eddie's fingers gave up on her exploration. She was pulled down into his lap after he opened his pants and exposed his cock.
Even the smallest drop of precum was leaking from the crown of his cock. Without any hesitation whatsoever, Eddie shoved her down, placing her on his cock while snarling about how good of a girl she is and how good she's about to be fucked.
He was like a rapid animal, as soon as she was fully settled on top of him, he moved her hair aside and bit into her neck, making her scream with delight and pain.
"You're so fucking tight, (Y/N). Fuck! I can't wait to pump you full of my cum." (Y/N) has never felt pleasure like this before, has never been more wet in her entire life: Even when swimming and being in a pool of water, she's never been wet the way she was now.
She would've laughed at her own joke had Eddie not hit a certain part of her that made her screaming with ecstasy. She rolled her eyes in the back of her head as her fingers claw down his back, surely making his skin bleed due to her long nails.
"Fuck, that's it, baby. You like it when I talk dirty to you? Well, guess what, sweetheart; You're my good little breeding bitch from here on out. You wanna be my bitch, baby? Be my good cockwhore? Be a good cumslut for Daddy and take every last drop he gives you? Fucking hell, (Y/N)... Can't wait to bust a load into that tight fucking cunt..."
Eddie's so close, she can feel it. His cock is twitching and his thrusts -- along with her own -- are sloppy and there's sweat rolling down both of their skins like rain had just been pouring down on top of them.
The windows to the van were all fogged up, and those who were outside could clearly tell what they were doing. If not by how foggy the windows were but because of how loud (Y/N)'s moaning was.
"You going to cum for me, bitch? Hmm...? Going to make a mess all over me? All over yourself? Go on, do it. I wanna see you cum. Wanna feel your pussy clenching around me as you let loose."
"I-I'm... fuck, Eddie..." She can't. She wants this feeling to never, ever, go away. It's too good. Too damn good but she can't hold back anymore.
With her nails deep into his back, her eyes practically in the back of her head, she lets out almost an ear-piercing, glass-shattering scream as she comes undone.
"There we go. That's a good whore. That's what I'm talking about. Fuuuck.... here I go, baby. Want me to fill you up, don't you?"
(Y/N) nodded, though her head felt heavy and she was still coming down from her own high.
"Yeah, o'course you do. You're Daddy's good cumslut, want every last fuckin' drop, oh fuck-- I'm coming," He chants before he, himself, rolls his head as he reaches his peak. Just at the feeling of his cum inside of her, makes (Y/N) mewl like a kitten.
It's a good thing she's on the pill....
Easing herself off of him, (Y/N) goes to put her panties back on. She then sat down next to Eddie who was breathing heavily, as if he had just run an entire marathon.
"Shit! That was wonderful.... Believe it or not, I've have never done something that before..." She admitted. Eddie heaved a little and added, "Well, I'm glad to be the first." He pushed (Y/N)'s hair behind her ear before leaning in for a kiss.
They were, sadly, taken aback by a buzz. They separated while Eddie was quick to give an apology.
"Let me just quickly retrieve that — that's my phone." He said, though it was rather obvious what it was.
He took his ringing phone in his hand before clicking down onto the answer button.
Without even examining the caller's I.D., he responded sternly, "What?" he barked.
"Where the hell are you, Eddie?! We need to load up the trunk with all of our equipment but you have the car keys" The call was echoed by Chrissy.
"Oh my God. I completely forgot about that, just give me a few minutes and I'll be on my way, alright?"
Eddie turned his head to face (Y/N), giving her an apologetic smile. "(Y/N), I'll be back right away... Alright? I just need to give the keys back to the band so they can load up the van." His slacks were quickly pulled back as he explained what the phone call was about.
"Don't worry, Munson. I'll be here." (Y/N) informed him while giving him a brief kiss on the lips.
Where Eddie had last seen his bandmates, in the parking lot, they were no longer there.
He took out his phone, quickly dialing Jeff's number. "Hey, dude, where are you guys?"
He could hardly make out what Jeff was saying because of the music that was still going on. Eddie wanted nothing more than to return to (Y/N). He didn't have time for this nonsense. He made his way back to the parking lot to call Jeff once more, but this time, he didn't pick up.
'Where the fuck could these people be?' Eddie thought to himself.
Eddie decided to take a chance and check where they parked their car, after all, they said that they needed the key to the van. But, the problem was that it would take him a good ten minutes to get to where they parked their car and he had already wasted enough time as it is.
He then decided to run. Eddie couldn't believe that he was running just after he had the most amazing sex of his life. It was rather ironic, considering it did feel as if he had ran a marathon and here he was... basically doing exactly that.
When he did locate them, he groaned as he jogged up towards them. "Why the hell didn't you answer when I called those last few times?" He questioned them, a little irritated.
He could see that Jeff was trying to hold Gareth up. It seemed like Gareth had a little too much fun with that drinking game they were supposed to play.
"Where were you?" asked Chrissy, her eyes narrowing into slits at Eddie.
Eddie cleared his throat, for obvious reasons... he wasn't going to inform Chrissy of where his actual whereabouts were.
"Oh, you know.. A little of this, a little of that..." He shrugged his shoulders. He rubbed the back of his head as he spoke.
Chrissy's gaze was burning a hole into his head but he wasn't going to give in and admit what he was really doing. It was nobody's business expect his own. Eddie then brought the keys out of his pocket and threw them to Chrissy. Surprisingly, she caught them.
"Right, well, here they are." He grinned.
"I gotta run now, see you guys later." He told them, running in the other direction.
"Hey! What the hell!? Where are you going now?" Chrissy asked, clearly annoyed by his behavior.
"Dude, we need to leave now. We don't want Gareth puking his guts out in the van," Jeff said, his tone matching Chrissy's.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I just need to get something from someone ASAP." Eddie hollered as he gave them a quick wave before running towards where (Y/N) was located at.
"Hey, sorry I'm-" Eddie began but he soon realized that he was talking to an empty van. An empty parking lot, no less. He had taken almost thirty minutes to do what he wanted to do and he told her ten minutes.
"Great! Just fucking great. Fan-fucking-tastic..." He cursed. He didn't even get a chance to get her number and he didn't know where he would start looking for her in this entire crowd.
'At least I have her name and the name of her band.... I'll find you, (Y/N). I just gotta find you...' He murmured. What started as a sweet night turned sour quite quickly..
No matter what, though, Eddie Munson was determined to find (Y/N), the lead singer of 'Sinister Angels'.
