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insatiable - pt twelve

Mer!Siren!Eddie Munson x Virgin!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

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Synopsis: When Eddie sends you on your way with a particular mission in mind, he starts to get other ideas. Other ideas that come framed and trapped with new feelings he can’t quite discern. Or, at the very least, he doesn’t want to discern them.

Warnings: nsfw content, fluff & angst if you really squint; eddie's pov, a smidge of steve x reader, predator/prey dynamics, siren call used (and is like an aphrodisiac), jealous & possessive eddie, jealous reader, teasing & taunting, eddie calls the reader “pretty girl” a lot, eddie also experiences ~things~, dirty talk, light & hard choking, steve is fucking suffering, dominant/submissive undertones, claiming, commanding, fingering, clit stim, masturbation, oral (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, mer!character sex, creampies

Word Count: 9.1k

A/N: Lost the draft -> Found the draft -> Edited the draft. It hasn’t been that long, has it? (sorry.) Happy MerMay!

~*~*~*~*~ = mid-chapter break

Eddie was…waiting.

His least favorite activity was now doubled by a new, underlying, unyielding feeling in his stomach. Something had to drop. Something had to fall or break or slip up. You’d slipped to and from your room last night in the middle of a storm with nothing to pretend that you hadn’t, and spent hours with him.

Apparently, his hunger wasn’t the only one that’d spiked that evening.

You rode his cock enough for him to cum three times and you three times as many. Was it the mention of Steve that’d pushed you into that territory? You’d been…some form of angry when you eventually slid off of him. Fucked out, basking in the bliss, letting Eddie be the reason you hadn’t directly toppled into the water. But you hadn’t been angry enough to swat him away when he went to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

It was definitely an unsaid desire that’d kept your anger at that level and not into the area of fury. Because you should’ve been. Eddie was prepared to meet your fury with his own, with more touches, more teases. More dirty words. But you’d hardly been able to hold yourself up as your arms trembled beneath your weight. The nightgown had hardly dried before the saltwater ruined it again.

“Why?” was what you’d asked, voice sharp with anger. Confusion roped itself into it, too.

Eddie hadn’t said the truth.

“My sweet girl craves him,” he said, feeling his eyes darken with his own dampened fury. But that insatiable hunger was so quick to take over. At the thought of what he could do with the two of you. What the two of them could do to you. And if Eddie had as much of a leash on Steve as he’d imagined out on the dock….

The fun was fucking endless.

"I needed to see why." He'd skated his hand up until it was at your throat. A light grip had his fingers curling around it, but he didn't squeeze too tightly. Just enough. Just enough to make you tip your chin up and suck in a hitched breath.

“Did you touch him?”

Oh, sweet girl. Your jealousy betrayed you. Or maybe it was better to chalk it up to your naivety. Were others in your situation–were others to hate him as much as you did…should–there’d be no jealousy. In fact, there shouldn’t have been any of it. There typically was either interest or disinterest in taking multiple people at once. Although, Eddie had hardly spent as much time with humans as he’d spent with you during his hunt.

The only jealousy he was really used to inflicting was when there were multiple people involved, and he purposefully left one or two untouched. He had them watch as he made another come apart again. And again. And again.

The jealousy you had raging inside you when you turned a stern glare at him was….

Pretty girl.

It’d been possessive.

Like, for a moment, you’d forgotten that he had gone after you to take everything society had you keep intact for them and kill you when he got bored. His hand on your throat wasn’t even a good enough reminder, either.

“No, (Y/N), I didn’t.” Why he’d told that truth, he hadn’t been sure. But it’d slipped out rather easily, and he got to see you relax a bit. “All his pleasure was self-induced. I did watch, though.”

“Why?” you’d asked again. “Why even….” A frown took over. “Are you going to kill him, too?”

Eddie had a chance to tell the truth, but even then, he wasn't sure of his answer. Killing Steve was hardly even a second thought to him. Sure. He wouldn’t mind feasting on him. It’d be of no consequence to him. But you’d hate him for it. He wasn’t fond of letting you know that, though.

So he told a different version of the truth. One that was…about as true to his nature as it got.

“Because I wanted him to suffer.”

Your eyes locked, and something flashed behind your eyes. Were you thinking about how monstrous he was? Maybe.

"You're mine." Eddie skated his hand lower, dragging it over your chest where your nipples were still points through the fabric. Down lower, where the wet thing bunched awkwardly and hated being moved. Down to where you betrayed yourself and already parted your legs for his touch. Even then. Even after all of that.

You tensed and gasped as Eddie pressed two fingers into you, bringing his palm up, and simply holding you. Your breath hitched while his fingers moved slowly inside you–your cunt overstuffed from staying atop him for all three of his climaxes. It wasn’t just your thighs that were sticky as he filled you again. Yet you still moved your hips with the strokes of his fingers. Still pressed your head back while watching him with half-lidded, needy eyes.

“You’re mine, pretty girl,” he repeated, moving his fingers faster. He reached up with his other hand and held your jaw, keeping your eyes on him. “No human encroaches on my territory. Not without my permission.”

"I'm–" You shuddered; your cunt fluttered around his fingers. Through clenched teeth, you'd continued with a voice so seething it dripped as you did. "I'm not a thing to be had.”

“No,” Eddie had murmured. “No, pretty girl, you’re much more than that.” He’d made sure the heel of his palm found your clit, no matter how overly sensitive it was to even a slight touch. Your shriek of a moan echoed off the walls. “But you’re still mine.”

His voice caught as you started to squirm, moving with his fingers. Still wanting more.

“And who was just jealous a moment ago about just the thought of me touching him?” he’d asked, leaning closer so he could see those words pass over you. Again, your body betrayed you. It was so good at that. "Don't pretend you don't want some possession over me. I feel it every time you look at me. Every time you gush on my tongue. Every time you squeeze my fucking cock. I feel it.”

And those were his words when he was being kind.

He'd had far worse in his arsenal had you actually come at him with real rage. Still, the guilt gnawed at him then. Maybe it was your vulnerable reaction. Maybe it was some of that pushed-down guilt simply sneaking to the surface. But it was there. And, for fuck's sake, there wasn't a soul around to help him not feel it.

So he'd given you some extra...kindness.

"Besides, look at it this way," he'd mused. "Now, when you see him tomorrow, you get to be let in on the little secret that only you and I know." You whined as your cunt started to squeeze his fingers. Had you already thought of it? “One look from you, one touch, one whispered dirty word, and poor Stevie’s going to ruin his pants.”

You shuddered.

“I was serious before, pretty girl.” He felt his gaze heat as he flicked it over you. There. You clawed at him as you cunt fluttered and then fluttered harder. “Maybe if Stevie’s a good boy, I’ll let him get a taste of you.” You…gushed. You pressed your head back–pulling at his grip–and gasped. “I’d ask if that’s something you’d like, but I already feel it. I already know it.”

You kicked as you pushed your hips up and came over his fingers.

Eddie leaned closer, finding his mouth beside your ear.

“Look at you, sweet girl. Get a little bit of cock, and you’re already craving more. But whose did you just spend hours taking?”

“Yours,” you’d sputtered instantly.

Good girl.

"That's right." He'd worked his fingers more slowly, drawing out every vulgar squelching that came from them. "Why don't you have some fun teasing your pretty boy crush tomorrow?" You shuddered, head tilting as you tried to look at him, but Eddie wouldn't pull back. "And maybe, if you give me a show to watch while you're doing it, I'll give you a sweet reward."

This was the control Eddie needed.

If he was controlling it, there wasn’t that aching jealousy in his gut. If he was the one who pushed you toward another, it made him feel calmer about it. It went from two curious people seeking pleasure on their own accord into both so fucking hungry from him, that all they knew to do was fuck. Touch. Devour.

How easily Sirens could’ve taken over. A thought he’d always had. Were there a use for them to be on land, were there enough humans susceptible to their calls–it would’ve been considerably simple. Well, were the Siren population not hunted down to triple digits.

That anger boiled in his stomach, but now wasn’t the time to linger on what he couldn’t change.

“A…A show?”

Words that were what added to his continual fuck up of even making contact with Steve. He’d nodded enough so you’d felt it on your cheek. He’d stilled his fingers inside you, feeling the last little bit of your orgasm as it made your cunt flutter.

“A show, pretty girl. How long have I made you squirm wet and needy in your seat? Why don’t you do the same to Stevie?”

You'd blinked at him as he'd pulled back. And thus was what brought him out to the surface, eyes on the beach that next morning. Because you hadn't said no. Pretty girl. You’d lost the steam of your anger right then and there. Either taking solace in knowing another was under his spell, or because it gave you some sort of upper hand. Some control. Control that Eddie vastly understood having.

Except he was a fucking idiot.

Forget that it still bothered him that by contacting Steve, he was basically pushing you two together. Sure, there was still the underlying factor that your hunger both remained connected to him. But none of that mattered if this fucked everything else up. He’d made contact with another human–one he hadn’t taken the time to hunt. One he hadn’t taken the time to wrap around his finger.

And then he was sending you in, surrounded by the most prudish, polite, judgmental pricks society had to offer. One wrong move, and all of it would be ripped away from not just him, but you. You’d suffer consequences he wasn’t fond of imagining. And there was still the underlying factor of how Steve added into it all now. A new variable that Eddie had no way of deciphering yet.

And yet he’d sent you in to disrupt it further.

But–fuck. He'd needed that control. He'd needed it. He felt like the predator watching his prey again. Felt that dangerous spark and the endlessly growing urge to toe the line between careful and risk. This was beyond toeing it, and it made all parts of him feel heightened. The worry of the risk, and the utterly depraved, hungry desire he got at the thought of you doing it. You teasing a poor soul. Of you hungering for more and more sweet, sweet corruption.

His sketchbook had been ruined in the rain from last night, the pages bleeding together as he tried to flip through them. The old sketches of you naked were only somewhat visible, but it hadn’t mattered. It wasn’t long before the show started. Because tables were being set up in the nice, cool morning air. The perfect weather for the pretentious to sit out in modest gowns as they ate luxurious breakfasts.

He’d never done…this before. Eddie had instructed many in a multitude of different situations, but all normally kept them within an arm’s reach. As in, they were already naked and desperate to fuck where he could swim closer to fuck them. He was placing an enormous amount of trust in your ability to wear that fake smile and play the game everyone else played so well. All while playing another.

Jealousy still raged.

But upon seeing you when you inevitably slipped out of the double doors…that feral desire raged harder. A sweet off-white dress this time. Thicker than your nightgowns, unfortunately. But it clung to you in ways he thoroughly enjoyed seeing even from there. The neckline hung as low as the last dress, but still modest. And pink gloves went up over your arms that matched some of the jewelry you'd worn. It glinted in the sun while you traversed the beach in heels that so clearly hated sand.

The spark in your eyes….

If you'd gotten caught at all after your rendezvous in the rain, it hadn't looked like it from there. No leash and collar to keep you in check. No person standing too close to keep a guarding eye or grip on you. You wandered out just as you'd always had, your father a few steps in front of you, the older women coming up behind you with a bit of a delay, and then the rest of those staying there. All too self-absorbed in their own conversations to pay attention to anything–or anyone–else.

You…you really had a beauty to you. One Eddie couldn’t put his finger on. At first, when he’d decided to choose you to hunt, it’d been the innocence you’d radiated. The beauty they all cherished to the point of caging. The beauty he’d unwrap and expose what was kept beneath it. And he’d gotten that–holy hell, he had. But there was something else about it–about you–that he couldn’t place. Yes, you were pretty.

Just in your own right, innocence and sin aside–you were…like the incarnation of Aphrodite.

But there was something else about you that kept his attention. How you’d smiled–your real smile. Hell, he was even starting to get proud of your fake one, too. When he knew it wasn't to be like them or fit in, but because it was a requirement–a forced task added onto your impossible schedule…. He admired that you played them as they played themselves.

He'd met just about every single type of person one could. He'd fucked them. He'd eaten them. He'd unraveled them until they were just strings of incoherent moans and attempted words on his cock. Yet the satisfaction had come from his…innate hunger. His Siren half. He enjoyed how they felt, how they sounded, how they yearned only for him, and not another soul would ever make them feel as good as he had. He fucking basked in knowing how easily they gave in to him because of that untapped hunger. That he was ruining them as he’d ruined you.

And he feasted. He ate without a second thought. It was what he had to do–it was how it was done.

Yet you….

He was starting to crave you beyond that hunt. He could feel it. He already knew it days ago; he knew it before Steve came into the picture. But it still…rocked him. He wasn't…he wasn't used to simply craving someone to just…have them. Not like how he was with you. He wanted to feel you again. Wanted to unravel you until you were simply undone, yet he wanted to be able to piece you back together again so he could do it over and over and fucking over.

He…damn it.

He watched your dress sway with every step you took, and as you sat, there was the slightest wince. Because of him.

Even then, even when watching with complete satisfaction in knowing how you must've felt after your rendezvous in the cave–he wanted to.... He wanted to know more about you. That's what it was, wasn't it? Wanted to pick you apart and know all that you kept from those sitting around you. He knew a little bit already–bits and pieces that'd slipped out through every touch he'd given you. How eager you were to learn. How eager you were to take. To break apart yourself and let who was kept beneath out to breathe.

But he…he wanted to know what drink was poured into your cup as you smiled at the attendant. Wanted to know what ridiculous foods you liked and disliked, and how you’d learned to not react when something disgusting touched your tongue. What books you read, if you truly fancied what you wore every damn day, and what bravery sat within you each and every time you slipped away with that heavy risk on your shoulders.

How fucking annoying.

He lounged hidden behind those jagged rocks, watching you be so obedient as others came out to join the breakfast crowd. He wanted to pick himself apart and put himself back together as what he was. Who he was supposed to be. Uncaring. He wasn’t supposed to care even a fraction of that much. You were disposable. You were food. You were a thing for him to play with until he got bored.

And yet…a pressure found itself in his chest that he couldn’t decipher.

He frowned as he rubbed the spot, the bone in the center of his chest sensitive. But none of the pressure alleviated. That wasn’t the pressure he liked. He preferred the kind that made his cock swell and his fist find it.

At least he was granted it, too, when another person left those double doors on the mansion. Down came that pretty face, and–oh. Eddie had underestimated the satisfaction he’d derive from it all. He thought there’d just be a little bit of amusement sparking in his veins, but no. Poor Stevie looked how you were supposed to look. How all others tended to when Eddie left some time between their fun and their end. He looked a tad sleep deprived, uncomfortable in the already stifling clothing, his perfect hair a little askew, and his cheeks tinged with pink that wasn’t from the sun.

How hungry had he woken up?

He must not have made it through the entire night based on the small bags beneath his eyes. Had he been in his room replaying the events on the dock? Trying to figure out who Eddie was? Trying to fight that sudden overwhelming rush of desire that went right to his cock? How many times had he tried to satiate it? To please himself until he realized it wouldn’t last?

Oh, poor Stevie. How raw was his cock from it?

Those light brown eyes were surprisingly quick to find you. Eddie would've hedged a bet on him trying to avoid torturing himself by avoiding you. But, no. Apparently, that draw wasn't just toward Eddie. Panic started to rise in Eddie's stomach when someone seemed to invite Steve to sit at your table, and he was failing almost entirely to hide his interest in you. It wasn't vulgar. But his eyes lingered on you as he passed, and he hardly mustered up a smile as he sat down–carefully. Even from that distance, Eddie could practically hear Steve’s hitched breath when he pulled his chair closer to the table.

You, though…. Oh, sweet girl. He could see you basking in curious satisfaction. Who were you? Really? Never would he have thought you’d gain such amusement in another’s suffering. Had you even realized that you were? Eddie was practically born to notice subtle nuances in people’s hidden desires, and yours…well….

He knew an insatiable hunger on you when he saw it.

And you fucking basked in the sight of Steve sitting back in his chair, running a fidgety hand through his hair, hardly even speaking as his hips wiggled. Poor Stevie. Already squirming in his chair. Just like you.

Eddie closed his eyes as he took a deep, burning breath.

That was the control he adored. That, out on the beach, where two of his hunts came together in such a satisfying manner because of him. It'd be a new level of fun for you, too, as Eddie was quickly learning. He could see the small movements of your hips as you pretended to adjust how you sat in your chair. There was solace in knowing your free time only extended to when you snuck off to see him, so if there was going to be any bodily contact with Steve, it wouldn't be satisfying for either party.

Not unless Steve found a way to the cave. And it wasn’t like you ever had the opportunity to really tell him–not unless it was another one of those long walks on the shore. But so long as Eddie had the opportunity to have you in his sights, you’d be there. If you and Steve were going to be alone on the beach, he’d turn two into three.

He hadn’t even realized how much he’d missed that heightened control, which was a dangerous thought. When had it slipped away that much? He was a beast hunting, not…not whatever else was happening with you. He shoved down all those extra feelings that made pressure in his chest and twisted in his stomach. He shoved it down and away, tangling them all together, and focused only on the fun scene playing out before him. On what he was meant to be doing. Toying. Hunting. Playing. Teasing.

He shoved down that desire to pick you apart in any fashion that wasn’t for sex.

There.

He felt his cock twitch under the water as you and Steve locked eyes. And Steve looked…fucking desperate.

Guess being uncaring of the society you lived in made it impossible to pretend. To mask. What a talent you had, pretty girl. Eddie gradually brought his hand over his cock as he watched the two of you. What a damn good talent.

And so breakfast played out. Continued with you and Steve hardly interacting, hardly speaking unless spoken to, but the looks. Eddie knew yours. You’d taken them from him, hadn’t you? The burning side-eye that made Steve stop chewing for a moment. The innocent response to something he must’ve said, making that blush threaten to deepen beyond an appropriate amount. You batted your fucking lashes. Oh, pretty girl.

Eddie smirked as he looked over how you rolled forward on your seat. Exactly how you’d sat on him last night to take every rough thrust.

You were more like him than you liked, weren’t you?

A little taste of sin and lust, and it’d overtaken you.

Fucking hell. How you continued to surprise him even still.

Those feelings he’d shoved down crept back up. You were so much more than he’d thought. And Eddie…. Fuck. He watched Steve linger behind in his chair, sitting while everyone else rose. And you…you took the long way around the table. There was a brief moment of hesitation before you moved, and Eddie could see the contemplation on your face. Hidden, but it was there. Were you weighing the moral conundrum of worsening the suffering you knew so well? You didn’t know that Eddie had zero interest in satisfying Steve lest it was with you. Maybe if you had, you might’ve been a bit nicer. But–fuck. The satisfaction Eddie got as you moved around the table. As you fucking broke whatever social code you had and gently touched Steve’s shoulder, whispering something with a smile that was so innocent that it actually teetered into sinful…. Holy fucking hell. Steve’s breath hitched as your eyes locked, and Eddie saw all of him tense before he couldn’t keep that longing look to himself. His brows pinched a little while his gaze fell to your lips.

He wanted you with every ounce of his being.

Steve’s mouth parted on his next breath, attention still on your lips, eyes wide with that desire and longing. So potent that it was borderline sweet. There was sin in it–oh, it was there. But the emotion in Steve’s eyes was beyond that. Poor Stevie. You were Eddie’s. Every part of you…Eddie wasn’t one to simply stop being possessive.

And it was a damned impossible task when he saw your eyes glint with mischief before you walked away.

You were him.

Eddie moved his fist faster, clenching his jaw as pleasure grew and he purposefully staved off his climax. He grunted, the water splashing with every teasing pump. You were fucking just like him. Were you going to realize it? You had to. Just when was what was in question. Because you’d leveled your fury at him even recently for how he’d tormented you. How he’d made you suffer. And look at what you’d gone and done.

Holy fuck.

Eddie’s chest moved with every rapid breath. His thumb went over the tip of his cock as his climax came running back to him. Fuck. Fuck. He snarled as he watched you disappear into the manner, Steve left alone on the beach with only the attendants left to clean up your fucking messes. He sat there in torment, cock surely pressing against his pants and refusing to bow down to any attempt to stop it. You’d done exactly what you’d hated Eddie for.

And deep down, you had to know–either Steve’s suffering would remain endless, or his death waited for him when Eddie got through with playing. Because that’s what he did. He hunted. He tormented. He sinned.

And you? Sweet girl. You were taking his cards and dealing them yourself.

And Eddie fucking loved it.

He slammed a hand down on the rocks as he came, grunting loudly. Steve had finally stood when enough attendants had left. Enough alone time to walk back to his room while giving Eddie a sight he’d already known was true. The bulge in his pants unrelenting and the wince that pinched his face so delightful. And even better? The damn glance he gave the dock.

Poor Stevie already missed him.

Eddie laid his head against the rocks while eyeing a retreating Steve.

The suffering would spare him if he would just will himself to stop thinking about what he’d wanted. It wouldn’t have been so atrocious if there was anything actually going on in the lives of those up there besides stroking their own egos and basking in each other’s rich, pointless, narcissistic attention.

Either way, it satisfied one growing hunger of Eddie’s.

Yet another needed satiating.

He eyed the shore a little longer to see if you’d return any time soon, but as lights were turned off inside the mansion and no more than a few old retired folks went to sit in chairs to smoke, Eddie left. Were you to return to the beach, it wouldn’t happen then. Maybe in the afternoon–then he’d check. And if not then, then during the evening.

And if not then….

Nightfall, when he could reap what you both had sown. And maybe catch a glimpse of a desperate Steve trying to win over your affections.

It was a dangerous game he was playing. One where one wrong move would blow it all up. He wanted so much from this. Wanted so much with you. Even with those feelings shoved down–the feelings he still couldn’t get to stop twisting his stomach and gnawing at his chest. But he…he couldn’t give in. No matter how badly he hungered for it. If he did so without properly thinking about the risks–again–there’d be hell to pay.

His tail flicked impatiently. His fingers fidgeted with the bone of a fish.

Damn it.

The desire to play with Steve was growing.

As was the panic of his own risky actions.

Fuck.

He swam through the wreckage beneath the island, looking through all that he already had. Stop. He could still save it. He hadn’t fucked the entire thing up yet. He just had to get Stevie on the same page. And he had to make sure you were on it, too.

He just had to use his Siren Call a little more.

He had to give in to that side of him whose hunger never quelled and whose cruelty never ceased.

~*~*~*~*~

“You didn’t bring him?” Eddie asked.

Upon arriving in the cave, he found you alone. Not at all unexpected, but a small part of him had wondered if you'd given in to that desire for control and tortured the poor human into crawling after you into the cave. You hadn't. It was merely you. And Eddie fucking burned as you went to drop your dress before he even got comfortable.

“No.” You shook your head.

Eddie was going to ask why you hadn't, but then you were naked in front of him. Naked and climbing down onto that incline. And your cunt…was sopping wet. How long had you been sitting, waiting for him to come to the cave? How torturous had your day been? Because you were soaked. As in dripping down your legs as you removed your undergarments, soaked.

Eddie hungered for you, but that urge for control won out. Even when the rest of him yearned to simply touch you. To claim you. He splayed his hands on either side of you as you sat in the shallow water, legs spreading. He refused to touch you yet.

“Did you enjoy torturing your little crush?” He tilted his head. His eyes fell to one of your hands and then he nodded at your cunt. There was hesitation, and you actually frowned at him. But one stern look, and you were sucking in a nervous breath before bringing your hand to your cunt. “Do you think he’s up in his room right now fisting his cock thinking about you?”

His eyes were glued to your fingers as they moved to your cunt. Your teeth captured your bottom lip quickly, and he thought to tug it free. He decided not to when your fingers ran through your folds, and you spread yourself for him. Unprompted. Giving him a glistening look at your cunt before your fingers stroked your clit.

“Both hands,” he snapped. You balanced on your elbows, legs going deeper into the water, and plunged one finger into your cunt. “Slower.”

You did as you were told.

“I did enjoy it,” you said with a breathy shudder. There was a bit of shame not just in your voice, but it came to your face, too. The hesitancy in all of it had your moves losing rhythm. But it was brought back quickly. “As for what S-Steve is doing…I…. I imagine he’s suffering the same ill fate I constantly am.”

“And what fate is that, sweet girl?”

Eddie felt his cock stiffen overwhelmingly as you added a second finger in without instruction. And they pressed deep into you, giving him the wonderful sight of your cunt swallowing them. Down to the knuckle before you curled them. They glistened as they pulled out, and then squelched as they pumped right back in. Your fingers on your clit seemed to subconsciously move faster.

“An utter lack of satisfaction,” you whined, back arching and chest pushing out. “Unless…oh, goodness. Unless with you.”

And Eddie…he was feeling a little wicked. Cruel wasn’t the word, or maybe it was. But he could see you picturing Steve every time your eyes closed a little too long. When they were open, oh, Eddie saw the deep desire in them at just the sight of him. You even worked your fingers faster when your gazes locked.

But he was feeling a certain kind of wicked that evening. And it wasn’t helping that he had the same image of Steve burned into his mind.

“There was one plaything I had once. Poor little human was so desperate for me, he did anything I asked. I’d hardly touched him before then, but apparently it’d been enough. It drove the poor guy insane. Begging and pleading before I even unbuttoned his pants. And…I decided to have fun with him in a different manner.”

Eddie leaned forward, letting you feel his breath on your thighs.

“Do you know how much fun it was to watch him spill over his fist again and again while he begged me to fuck him?” He shook his head. “Humans don’t have the stamina we do. Yet with us involved? Cocks stay hard and throbbing, unsatisfied by their own touch. Sure, I might’ve been there. But I wasn’t servicing him. He was hardly considered food at that point.” Eddie cracked a monstrous smirk. “Do you think Steve’s up in his room trying to satisfy that urge? Just making an utter mess of himself as he imagines you there doing it for him?”

Your jaw clenched as you dropped your head back. Poor girl. How were you imagining Stevie? To Eddie’s knowledge, he was the only person you’d seen naked. Truly naked. And he had a tail of all appendages. Should he beckon Steve in during your next encounter? Have him strip and show you what he really looked like naked?

It was a strange rush of anger. The desire for control, the desire to fuck you while pretty boy Steve sat and watched, the desire to command him to do every dirty deed Eddie had in his repertoire with himself and you. But the possession. He felt himself shudder as his eyes drew over you again. Your cunt dripped and your clit swelled under your touch. Hips moved on their own, and your chest heaved with every desperate breath and moan.

You were his.

Those annoying feelings that permeated his bones and gnawed in his midsection pressed his fingers deeper into the sand. Your eyes stayed closed as you worked yourself at the hungry, needy speed.

“Look at me,” he snapped.

He needed to feel your eyes on him. He needed you to be thinking of him and only him when you came. You were his. Not another human’s. Not some pretty boy’s momentary interest. Eddie felt himself start to chip away into fractured pieces.

When you lifted your head immediately and cracked your eyes open, Eddie felt himself burn ever hotter. So obedient. There was still a shyness, a hesitancy, a nervousness as you held his gaze. The strangest things affected you, it seemed. You’d begged for his cock countless times, you’d let him defile you again and again. Yet holding his gaze as you touched yourself? You’d stripped before he’d even gotten to you. You’d gone to him in the pouring rain, suffering the storm just to have him. Yet this?

He grabbed you by your ankles and tugged you closer. Your breathing stuttered and your hands stilled despite him having aimed for the opposite, but he still moved you. Down until your legs were around him and he could feel your hands against his abdomen. Your eyes didn’t leave his, though, and his stayed burning right into them.

“Did I say to stop?” he whispered. His voice had that air of the call on it, but he knew he hadn’t needed to use it. It was merely a tease; one he watched you feel as your breath hitched. And he felt your fingers start to move again. “Slower, pretty girl.”

He felt every slow pump of your fingers. Every torturous drag of your fingers over your clit. He felt the nervousness as you kept your eyes on him, flicking your attention from his mouth to his jaw to his hair to his eyes. The last was too hard to linger on, it seemed. A few seconds later, they were there, then your fingers started to move faster before you seemed to remember to slow them back down, and you were staring at his mouth as you brought them back down to speed.

Your thighs already started to shake.

“Do you want him?”

The question shot through the cave like a bullet. Eddie already knew the answer. You’d already told him. He’d already read it on every inch of you. He knew the answer. And he knew the jealousy that raged hypocritically in him.

“Eddie….”

You drew your bottom teeth over your lip, your eyes locked on his again. Eddie put one hand on yours, pressing your fingers in deeper. He held them there for a moment before pulling them back out. You swallowed hard as he manipulated them slowly, making sure the one still moving on your clit wasn’t disturbed.

A moment later, as a nervous shudder wracked you, he had your glistening fingers parting yourself for him. He pressed two of his fingers in languidly. You clenched around them just beautifully.

“Do you want me?” he asked, curling his fingers against your sweet spot. Your legs started to fall deeper into the water before they pressed against his sides. His tone had accidentally slipped out a little too…vulnerable.

Your eyes locked once more as he drew his up from your cunt. And…he’d fucked up. How foolish could Eddie be, allowing anything beyond desire to slip into his voice. Into him. Possession, sure. Jealousy, fine. But that damned distracting, annoying, pointless vulnerability. Your lip quivered as your cunt started to clench around his fingers and despite purposefully working them faster, fucking you a little harder, a little rougher–your brows still held a quizzical pinch.

“What?” you breathed.

Breathed.

No. No. Eddie wanted it screamed. He wanted you writhing around on your back, struggling to look at him because the pleasure was overwhelming. He wanted you panting yes, yes, yes over and over again. He wanted that utter, unending satisfaction that he’d broken you down to pieces of pleasure that drove you to insanity.

Why?

His brows pinched as you blinked at him. Still ravished by the fluttering of your cunt as your orgasm got closer. Except your fingers stalled on your clit. No, pretty girl. Eddie swatted your hand away a second later, and as his chest heaved with fury at himself, at you, at the world–he pinned your hand back and brought his mouth to your clit.

Your elbows gave out upon contact, and Eddie felt your back start to arch. That’s what he’d wanted. That unabashed, overwhelming pleasure. From him. He nudged your knees over his shoulders as he dove harder against you, sucking the swollen bundle into his mouth and growling like the possessive hunter he was. His. You were his.

His fingers worked you at that rough speed he knew someone as sweet as you shouldn’t like. And there. Your legs twitched and your head pressed back, and your eyes….stayed open. You whined out something close to a sob as you looked at him. And as he angled his head to flick your clit, your cunt fluttered there, there, there–your gaze latched to his as you came. As long as you'd managed to keep them open. And the second they closed?

“Yes." Your unpinned hand found his hair. You jerked on the strands, both of you uncaring of the mess being made, and lifted your hips into his touch. His mouth. His fingers. "Yes, Eddie, yes. I want you. Fuck. Don’t stop. Please. I-It….”

You clenched over his fingers as you screamed. Not enough. The pure sin and hunger that coursed through his veins at your words overwhelmed the humiliation he felt at wanting to hear you say them. It was for the wrong reasons. For him. To satisfy an insecure part of him that was never, ever, fucking ever supposed to feel insecure.

He pulled his fingers out, much to your disappointment, but it lasted only as long as it took to get higher up in the water. He stroked your clit while he huffed out breaths that only made those mixing emotions run deeper. Led by hunger, fuel by possession, anchored by a jealousy that ricocheted around the cage of painful insecurity impossible for his kind to feel, he held your hips as he pressed the tip of his cock into you.

He needed to claim you.

He pushed forward more, more, more until you were hooking your legs around his tail and rising into the press. As you stretched and fluttered around him while he filled you. So warm. So wet. So perfect. Agony tore through him as you reached down to grab his wrists. You were shaking as he pressed in to what he knew your limit was. It was a soft hold. Too soft. Almost tender.

Eddie felt a new spread of warmth flood him as he rocked himself inside you. A little deeper with every thrust, a little harder. It was supposed to be about pleasure. It was supposed to be about desire and hunger and aches. Throbbing that never satiated until you were with him. A burning so unbearable that you thought you’d burst into literal flames if it wasn’t doused.

Yet your fingers had that tauntingly light hold.

And it seared him.

He threw a hand up to your throat, only giving you a fraction of his weight as his cock rutted into you. Harder. Your ankles locked and your thighs flexed immediately. Your gazes held as he leaned over you, his jaw clenching hard as a growl pushed through his teeth. Nothing felt right inside of him. Not how it’d used to. He felt you start to flutter again, and he freed your throat only to grab one of your hands to play with your clit.

You did. Your mouth fell open with wanton, high-pitched whines as you coaxed the climax that was already nearing even closer. That was how it was supposed to go. You writhed under him as you took a little more of his cock than he’d given you before. He felt your cunt clench with how it dragged inside you. Hitting all those sweet spots. Those spots you’d think about tomorrow–all day, endlessly, for-fucking-ever. Until you were soaking through and showing everyone how wrong they were about you.

You were leaving.

The thought slammed into Eddie like a fucking sledgehammer trying to break through his sternum. He squeezed your throat tighter and clamped his eyes shut. Pleasure coiled through the new anguish that he so desperately tried to push down. Stop it. He chased the Siren parts of him. The parts that didn’t care. The parts that watched his brethren hunt and fuck and feast. The parts of him that throbbed as he did so. As he felt the mouth of one of his kind on his cock as he watched his old friends coax groups of people into the sea.

Decades ago.

He felt something awful prick behind his eyes. He tasted the blood in his mouth. He felt the bones in his fingers.

“Eddie,” you squeaked out just before your climax slammed into you, and Eddie chased his own.

The old memories caught on him like discarded, rusted barbed wire. But it wasn’t hard to chase the pleasure twitching in his cock when you were climaxing over it. There wasn’t a prettier sight, a prettier feel, a prettier sound. You clawed at his hand on your throat while your fingers stilled on your sensitive clit. He watched your tits bounce with every thrust and how your teeth drew over your bottom lip.

He shoved all of those old memories aside. Forgotten. Old. Gone. And he hung his head as he came, spilling inside you with a rough grunt and a thrust. You squirmed beneath him like it was the first time he’d done that, and he stayed sheathed for every second of it. Filling you as you came down from your climax with him.

He didn’t open his eyes.

He still tasted the blood.

“Eddie?”

There was soft splashing. Then dripping. He felt the cold rush of the sea, the winter air pricking at his human-like skin. Saw the burgundy stain his skin and drip from his hair. You shifted, and Eddie smelled the salt air like he so rarely did. Like a curse. A horrid, awful memory–

Something warm and soft touched his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open. What the fuck was he doing? Panic rose through him like it had on many of his victims. And his hand moved on its own. It encompassed the entirety of yours as he brought it to where yours gently cupped his cheek. Your brows were pinched as you looked at him, something that couldn’t possibly be concern drifting into them while you tried to hold yourself up.

He felt his mouth fall open just a smidge as your thumb swiped over the apple of his cheek.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, voice soft and tender. Like you were two lovers in the night, anguished with unsaid secrets. Your mouth formed a small o. “Did I–”

“No.”

Perhaps too immediate of an answer, but fuck. If Eddie instilled that you’d done something wrong not only when you hadn’t, but during sex–no. He cared little about what his taunting remarks did or how they influenced others, but he had a line. Not when you were already so vulnerable. He wanted to play with you. Torture, at times. Mock and taunt. But he was trying to show you the pleasures of your body. The pleasures two can have in sin.

Not destroy it.

“Where did you go then?”

Your hard swallow was telling. The beast that lived to fuck had gotten lost in thought while fucking you. What a horrid thing to happen. He actually…he actually felt a little bad about it.

So he lied.

“I was thinking,” he started, not able to fight the involuntary lean he did into your hand. Which remained. Even when he put his down on your wrist with the intention of moving it, he hadn’t. You hadn’t. “I wonder how eager Stevie would be to join us?”

Your breath hitched. There was no possibility for you to question whether he was lying or not. He knew how human's worked. He knew how you worked. One mention of that pretty boy, and your head was swimming at the possibilities that your lack of experience couldn't even begin to conjure up.

Your hand remained on his cheek, and he could feel it twitch just enough.

“Tell him to come to the cave tomorrow afternoon,” Eddie mused.

The desperation he felt at bringing the conversation away from him was agonizing. Especially when he knew how well mentioning Steve was working to distract you.

"What?" You were already shaking your head. "The risk is too great to even pretend to consider that. And…and I've…." Your chest moved faster. Eddie could practically feel your heart race in your hand. Or maybe he was just feeling his. "I don't…. I've never…. You know I’ve never–”

Eddie tried to tilt away from your hand as he gave you a teasing smirk that was a little too hard to conjure up. But the hunger in him–that Siren hunger–it hadn't betrayed him at least. The anguish started to dissipate. It lasted as long as it took for your hand to follow his pull away.

“Are you underestimating my power of persuasion?” He let out a cruel smile as you swallowed hard. He tried a nonchalant shrug, but it felt stiff. “Tell him or don’t tell him. But, pretty girl, do you think I’d ever risk losing my fun with you when it’d hardly even gotten started?”

The words had a different ring to them when they bounced around the cave. Eddie felt it. And you…. You dragged your thumb over his cheek again, your brows still pinched. A small frown took over that destroyed some part of him he was trying to keep whole.

He rocked his cock into you without even thinking, and immediately, he wiped that expression from your face. He did it again, slowly thickening inside you again. Feeling your cunt flutter was more than enough to have him rock hard, and he didn’t stop when your legs started to subconsciously hug him closer. Your hand…though, it stayed. It stayed on his cheek as he rutted into you, and he turned his head to look at it. To watch you. To…brush his lips against your palm.

Your fingers dug into the soft flesh he had there, and your shoulder pressed your chest up. He brushed his mouth over your palm again, and…and pressed a kiss to the center of it. A slow, contrasting kiss to the rough thrusts he gave you, chasing another climax that you were already rushing toward.

Your mouth fell open, and there was a harshly vulnerable look in your eyes as you looked at where he pressed his mouth to your palm. He…he did it again. That look on you was addictive. He was so undeserving of it. It was the look lovers gave when they'd been kept apart for months or years, even. The kind that couldn't believe what you were experiencing as pleasure rocketed through you.

He rutted just a smidge deeper, and your eyes slammed shut. A groan came harsh from your throat as you fluttered around him. Then. Then your hand left his cheek, leaving him feeling colder than expected. But it didn’t fall. It pushed back until your fingers were threading into his hair. A harsh grip had him shuddering, and the words spilled from his mouth before he could filter them.

“We both know you want Stevie to fuck you just like I am. We both fucking know how badly you want the both of us showing you attention.” He felt your cunt tense. You tugged on his hair harder. “Send him to the cave, and I’ll be real convincing. Doubt I’ll even have to say more than getting to taste your sweet cunt. Any man would drop to their knees for a taste.”

He still tasted you on his lips as he licked them.

You whined as your orgasm came closer.

"Send him to the cave tomorrow, pretty girl." He growled as you whimpered not once, but a stream of them. Your climax was there. There. So close. “And we’ll do what I do best–unravel every dirty fantasy you’ve got locked up. Let Stevie and I keep count of how many times each of us can make that pretty cunt cum.”

You yanked down on him as you came again, and Eddie fell. There wasn't any strength in your pull–none that he couldn't fight with his own–but he…wanted to go down with you. He crashed against you, nearly giving you his entire body weight, and lent the entire feel of you to him as you came. Tears pricked your eyes and your forehead pressed against his. Your noses brushed and your mouths grazed, and Eddie was hopeless against even himself.

He pressed his mouth to yours as pleasure shot through him.

Quick.

Too quick.

He hardly cared.

You yanked on his hair with renewed strength as his tongue curled into your mouth. And he came as you whined so loud, he felt himself vibrate with it. His question earlier replayed in his mind. Your words had said it. Literally–you’d given him the answer he’d craved to hear. Told him exactly what he’d needed to hear, but words could be lies. Even when he already knew you needed him, wanted him, craved and lusted for him. That–how you held him, tugged him closer, kissed him like he was the air you needed to breathe–something inside him was pieced back together wrong.

He spilled inside you with a loud snarl, his mouth still pressed to yours. Your hand was still in his hair, holding you against him. Holding you there.

He shuddered out a breath as his insides felt soft and gooey in the worst way possible.

The feeling was addictive.

“I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want, (Y/N),” he muttered against your lips.

Your breath hitched, and Eddie couldn't stop himself from stealing another kiss.

“Bring him or don’t,” he added, feeling the weight of his words pulling him back into the water. Far from the warmth of you. Far from your touch, your taste. How it would be eventually. “But if you want him, I’ll make sure you have him.” He felt betrayal at himself seep into his bones like twisting blades. “But don’t mistake it for kindness. You’re still mine.”

He pulled his cock from you and suddenly he was entirely in the water, staring up at you from between your legs. Catching the parting of your mouth on heavy breaths, and how you struggled to push up to your elbows. You looked so vulnerable, still. Yet just as confused. Yet even more hungry. Had he promised you anything so serious before? Had he promised anyone anything so…true?

“Understood?” he said, his voice as stern as he could get it.

It wasn’t very successful.

You nodded. Great. So Eddie turned. He wasn’t staying to clean you up when his body felt like it was trying to tear itself apart–the human from the Siren.

“Eddie,” you called, and like a dog to its owner, Eddie stopped and turned.

You had a frown on your lips that ached him to his core. Why were you–?

“I know you’re lying,” you said plainly. “You weren’t thinking about Steve.”

His hands twitched beneath the water. His chest expanded with a burning breath.

“I won’t ask you to tell me. I’m even trying to make myself not care, considering…." You swallowed hard. "But I…. I know you were lying."

Eddie felt his jaw clench hard. Something new inside him almost…he almost could’ve told you. He’d never felt like a fool so fast in his entire fucking life.

Eddie said nothing as he turned away. You didn’t add anything either.

It was pure silence in the cave as he dove deep below into the water.

But in his head?

The thoughts thrashed. He dove until there was nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel. He dove until he could close his eyes and put his hands over his ears. To push away the memories. The taste of metal in his mouth that was wrong. The screams. The pleas. The clashing of metal. The blood that sprayed and dripped from him. That coated wood and sand.

He dove until the thoughts subsided and all he saw was you in the cave. Until all he felt was your hand on his cheek, your thumb swiping over it, your eyes wide and vulnerable and body eager for his. Until your mouths pressed together and you kissed him like you'd needed it to live.

He wiped a stray tear from his eye that mixed in and hid itself in the ocean.

He thought to kill you to spare the unease inside him. But the thought of that, the thought of you boarding your ship and departing where no water touched….

Eddie was hopeless.

How was a Siren meant to cope when he longed for his kill?

How was he supposed to cope when he longed for you?

#x reader #fem!reader #mer!eddie munson #monster!eddie #good soup #complex soup

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Good soup

Hi 👋

I had a smut idea about a modern version of Rockstar!Eddie. Corroded Coffin is just taking off so of course Eddie interacts with fans through social media, answering dms and liking fanart. One day Eddie gets a dm from Virgin!Reader, asking him if he can take her virginity. At first Eddie is very unsure about it until he learns more about Reader and agrees. How does that sound?

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Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Virgin!fem reader

Word Count: 5.6k

You drunkenly DM the Eddie Munson asking him to be your first.

Warning: 18+ I will block you if you are under 18 or have no age in your blog. oral (f & m receiving), p in v, fingering, virginity taking.

Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs, @xxladymjxx, and @emma-munson

AN: I am so sorry this took so long! I started my masters program and have kinda been in a slump lately, but I am so happy that I finished this for you @randomreader1999 I was determined bc you have read and liked literally everything I have ever posted and I love you!

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Eddie scrolled through his DMs in the dark of the tour bus. He loved to answer fans, even if his manager told him it wasn’t a good idea. The rockstar life was brand new to him and he couldn’t help wanting to have a relationship with his fans. He knew he would have loved for his idol to message him back when he was once a nobody, so he was only doing what he thought would be great fan service.

It wasn't until he clicked on your message that his heart skipped a beat.

Hiii Eddie

I know this iis a weird thing to ask but… woul dyou take my virginity???

His mouth hung open, shocked at what he was seeing. Sitting there, he battled with what he should do. Did he just leave it on read or maybe turn down the poor girl as politely as he knew how?

Then, he saw that little green dot next to the profile picture and all of a sudden Instagram was telling him you were in the chat.

He freaked out even more when he saw the bubble appear, signaling you were typing.

Oh my god!!

Please ignore that

I wasn't exactly sober when I sent it to you

Eddie chucked at the speed at which your messages came in. You were definitely freaking out on the other side. So he decided to answer and put you at ease.

It's alright

Mistakes happen, believe me

He watches as your typing bubble appears once more.

Oh my god, you actually answered me.

I'm going to fucking die

Please don't think I'm a creep, I promise I'm not!!

I didn’t think you would see that

Eddie shakes his head, a bemused expression washing over his face. Deciding it was late, he turned his phone off and set it aside. Sleep comes fast. It usually did, not only because Eddie could fall asleep anywhere, any time, but life on a tour bus–performing in a new town almost every night–was exhausting, especially for someone who was still new to the rockstar world.

When Eddie awoke the next morning, the first thing he did was grab his phone. Opening it, he was still in the chat with you. He laughed through his nose softly as he reread your messages. He should have clicked out and gone about his day, but for some reason, he wanted to continue talking with you.

So, as he climbed from his bunk, he texted you back once more.

Hey

Hope you didn’t die

…..

The ding from your phone caught your attention, pulling you away from typing on your computer. It was muscle memory that had you reaching for the device and pressing on the notification before even looking to see what it was, too confident it was either your best friend/roommate or your mother who always seems to be in your business.

But as you look at the message, your eyes widen and your face heats with embarrassment. It was neither your mother nor your roommate… No, it was Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin, who had been witness to your most epic blunder.

“Fuck!” The curse echoes through the apartment. Why is he messaging me? Again? Your heart thuds in your chest. Should you answer him back? Should you just ignore it? You had no clue what to do as your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

“What’s all the yellin’ about?”

You startle when a voice calls out from the front door. Looking up, you see your roommate, Robin, taking her shoes off.

“Hey, Rob. I’m actually going to fucking die. Like you need to find a new best friend because I am no longer here.”

She walks into your room and leans on the door frame, eyebrow raised quizzically. “Normally, I’m the dramatic one… What’s happened?”

You can’t help but nervously laugh and rub the back of your neck with a sweaty hand.

“Oh my god, what did you do? You have that look!” She gasps and points a finger at you.

“What? I don’t have a look.” You defend.

“Oh, yes, you do. You have this guilty look when you do something bad.” She argues, stepping further into your room. “Tell me what you did or I’ll hit you.” She makes a hard swipe at your shoulder.

Instinctively, you go to hold your assaulted arm. “Ow! What the fuck Rob!”

“Tell me or I’ll do it again.”

“Okay, okay! No need to get violent. Sheesh.”

Taking a deep breath, you turn in your chair to face her as she sits on the edge of your bed.

“So remember when we went out drinking the other night and I got all sad drunk on you because I’ve never had sex, let alone been in a relationship?”

She squinted her eyes, trying to determine where you were going with this.

“And then you told me to just shoot my shot?” Well, drunk me apparently thought DMing my celebrity crush “Take my virginity” was a good fucking idea.”

Robin gasps, hand covering her mouth. “Oh babe, you did not…”

“Oh, wait, it gets worse.” You clap your hands together. “He fucking messaged me back. Twice! He probably thinks I'm a weirdo, maybe a stalker? I can never show my face in public again!”

“Alright, just calm down for a second.” Robin stands from her spot on the bed and stands in front of you with her hand out. “Let me see the damage.”

Reluctantly, you hand her the phone. She’s doing an awful lot of humming while looking at the short yet mortifying conversation.

“Why do you keep humming like that?” You ask. She's making you nervous.

She looks over the top of the phone at you and then back down. “I think he’s trying to start a conversation with you. Why else would he respond after seven hours? He actually might be flirting.”

You look at her horrified. “Robin, I highly doubt he is flirting with the crazy nobody who drunk texted him at 2 a.m. on a Saturday. If anything he’s trying to get information on me for a restraining order! I wouldn’t blame him.”

“Babe, you–and I can’t stress this enough–need to take a chill pill. Sure, you asked rising rock sensation Eddie Munson to take you to Pound Town, but the man is into it. He wouldn’t text you again if he wasn’t. If anything, he would have deleted the DM and gone about his day, he probably gets hundreds of texts just like it and there is just something about you that is reeling him in. In my expert opinion-”

“I’m sorry, expert?”

“Yes, expert. Now shut up. I think you should go with it. Text him back, flirt it up, because who knows what could happen? Maybe one day he’ll follow through on your request.” Robin is giving you a manic smile, one that has an idea behind it.

You squint your eyes at her, deciphering what she could be thinking. “Robin. No, don’t you dare.”

She yelps, shocked at the way you grab for your phone. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean, don’t do whatever it is you are thinking of doing!” You stand, reaching for the phone again. That’s when she bolts. “Robin! Come back here!”

“I’m doing you a favor! You’ll thank me later! Trust me!”

You chase after her through the apartment. Your poor downstairs neighbors probably think a herd of horses is running around above them.

“I really don’t trust you, Rob! Give me the phone!”

“You’ll have to pry it from my cold dead hands!” She screams as she makes a run for her room, slamming the door behind her. You catch up fast, pushing on the door and entering without a problem. She’s nowhere to be seen.

“Rob? Where are you?” You ask, knowing she can only be in one of two places in the room. She’s either shoved herself under her bed or in the back of her closet.

So, you stop and listen. You can hear the faintest of tapping sounds as her fingers furiously type away on your phone and it’s coming from under the bed. Diving to the floor, you pull the bed skirt away and see her lying there.

“Robin, I swear to god, I'm going to kill you. Give me the goddamn phone.” You grab at her ankle and pull. She begins to scream and you can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.

“Stop! Stop or I swear I’ll send the message!”

You stop pulling but you don’t let go.

“How do I know you won’t just send it?”

“You have to trust me.”

Sighing, you shake your head. “This situation has destroyed my trust in you. Slide me the phone and I’ll let you go.”

“Are you negotiating with me?” The tone in her voice is almost offended.

“Yes, I am negotiating with you. Your life for my phone with an unsent message.”

Robin huffs, “Alright. Deal.” She slides the phone back to you and you let go of her foot, snatching your device off the floor.

She clambers out from under her bed but you can’t help but see the suspicious-looking face she’s making.

Hastily, you unlock your phone, and low-and-behold, there is a message from you, or rather Robin, to Eddie Fucking Munson.

Currently dying as we speak

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you!” You jump forward, grab one of her many stuffed animals from her bed, and launch it full speed at her.

Robin ducks, laughing hysterically as she does so. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, you aren’t!” You throw another plushy.

She moves to grab what you’ve thrown off the floor and begins pelting them back at you. “You’re right, I’m not! I’m helping your love life!”

Soon, you both calm down, each of you falling flat onto Robin’s bed and laughing.

“I can not believe you did that.” You nudge her shoulder and she can’t help but giggle.

“I really am sorry, but where else are you going to get the opportunity to flirt with the guy you’ve liked since before he got famous?”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I actually hate that you’re right.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“Unfortunately.” You groan as you stand up and begin to walk back to your room.

You’re greeted with another ding when you fall back into your desk chair. This time you check the notification. Eddie has messaged back and it has your nerves standing on end.

Could he really be flirting with you like Robin suggested? Is he like this with every girl who comes crawling into his DMs?

Against your better judgment, you open the message.

If you’re going to die, at least leave me something in your will.

That makes you laugh softly before typing back.

And what makes you think I’ve got something for you to have?

He answers quickly.

I’m sure you can think of something

No can do.

All of my belongings are going to the ole best friend

so you’ll have to take it up with her

Dang, I was really hoping for something to remember you by.

I guess these messages will have to suffice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You catch yourself biting your lip, a blush blooming on your face.

Maybe you could think of something for me to give you…

What you were doing was a slippery slope. The ellipsis at the end of the sentence insinuates something less than innocent. You just couldn’t help it, Robin was right, he was flirting with you and obviously, your very forward first message didn’t deter him, so what was the harm in being a little risky?

The three little dots appear as Eddie types. Then they stop and start again over and over. It makes your stomach flip. Maybe you shouldn’t have been suggestive.

Oh I might have something

Your heart beat faster.

And what’s that?

I couldn’t help but go through your profile and I’m guessing you live in New York

Are you coming to the CC concert in a few days?

You aren’t too sure what he’s getting at but you answer him anyway.

Tickets were sold out in like five minutes, so unfortunately I’m not coming.

He’s quick to respond.

Well, we can't have that.

What if I put you on the VIP list? Would you come?

Are you sure? You don’t have to do that, it’s too much.

Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn't.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of what you should say. ‘No’ would be the best answer, the safe answer but ‘yes’ was exciting and what you wanted to say deep down. After a game of mental tug-of-war, you finally begin to type.

Alright, I’ll be there.

Great. The VIP entrance is on the north side of the venue, I'll be waiting for you.

……

The Corroded Coffin concert wasn’t for a few hours but with a mix of anxiety and excitement, you had gotten ready and made the long trek to the venue quicker than you thought you would. Luckily there was a tall man, most likely security, standing in front of what Eddie said would be the VIP doors.

He spots you as you walk closer, his arms crossed and his eyes squint at you with suspicion. Taking a deep breath, he speaks, “Can I help you?”

“I know I’m early but I should be on the VIP list.” The statement came out sounding more like a question than you had wanted it to.

“I think you have the wrong place, there’s no VIP for this concert.”

You turn your head to look back down the street and then back to the man in front of you. “This is the Corroded Coffin venue, isn't it?”

He nods, “Yeah, it is.”

Before he could continue, theres a ringing that interrupted him. Pulling his phone out he takes a glance at the screen before his eyes snap back to you. “What’s your name?”

You give it to him and before you can ask what’s happened, he steps back and opens the door. As he waives you inside, he says, “Eddie’s down the hall, to the right, and through the only red door.”

The area backstage is as grungy as expected with its black-painted cinderblock walls covered in hundreds of stickers and graffiti. The band’s equipment fills the space making the path around it extremely narrow. You squeeze past amps and instruments and step over loose cords on your way to the door where you were told Eddie would be waiting.

It’s easy to find the red door. It sits at the end of the hall one bright light shining overhead, like it’s beckoning you forward, enticing you.

You can’t help the nerves you feel, your heart pumping faster and faster, the lump in your throat. It all gets worse when you knock on the door and hear a muffled, “Yeah?”

Taking that as your cue to go in, you open the door slowly. Eddie is sitting there on a black leather couch face buried in his phone. He looks up only slightly before he moves his gaze back down only to do a fast double-take when he realizes who you are.

“Oh shit, I didn’t think you would be here this early.” He sets his phone down on the arm of the couch before standing and walking toward you.

“Why? Waiting on another girl to show up before me, trying to worm your way into someone else's will?” You ask.

Eddie shakes his head, “No, yours is the only one I’m trying to get written into at the moment.”

You can’t help the sheepish smile. “Ah, so I’m the only one for now but there will be others.”

“We’ll see,” Eddie winks, moving back to his seat on the couch.

Silence falls between the two of you. Nervously you begin to flit your eyes around the small room, fingers plying with the hem of your shirt.

“You can sit if you’d like, I won’t bite.” Eddie motions for you to sit beside him and slowly you make your way over.

Your skirt rides up and the leather of the cushion feels sticky against the backs of your legs, but it doesn’t distract you from how nervous you have become being in direct contact with one of your biggest crushes.

“You okay?”

Nodding stiffly, you respond, “Yeah, I’m good.”

He takes your hand, and the warmth radiating off him makes you feel more at ease. The nervousness slowly dissipates as you get lost in his deep brown eyes. “You seem a bit nervous, I swear I just wanted to hang out with you, no funny business,” he raised his right hand, holding up three fingers, “Scout's honor.”

Laughing, you say, “I believe you! It’s just that you’re you and I’m me.”

“You say that like I’m some kind of celebrity.”

“But you are. And it’s kinda intimidating.”

Edde laughs loudly, “Me? I’m intimidating? What about sweet ol’ me intimidates you?”

You can’t help but giggle, entranced by his liveliness. “I don’t know, probably everything?” You motion up and down at him.

“Oh come on!”

“No, really!”

He looks at you, eyebrows raised quizzically.

“I’m just shy, and you seem to exude confidence.”

“Na, that’s only on stage sweetheart. Think of it as an act.”

The longer the conversation went, the more comfortable you became. Eddie was no longer this scary rockstar sitting before you but a regular charismatic guy. Your posture was no longer rigid as you sat curled up on the couch. Eddie had gotten closer but he was still at a respectful distance.

You’re pulled from your chat when someone knocks on the door. When it opens, a short blond woman is standing with a clipboard clutched in her hand and her finger pressed to a button on the side of her headset. As she spoke into her mic she waved her clipboard at Eddie, beckoning him to come with her.

Eddie checks his phone and stands within a second. “Looks like it’s show time. Follow Chris here and she’ll lead you to the barricade. I’ll see you after?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’ll see you when the show’s over!”

……

The venue isn’t big but it feels like thousands of people are cramped into the tiny space. You’re thankful to be at the barricade where you at least have no one crowded in front of you, even if you are being squished against the metal railing.

The crowd is rowdy, chanting for the band to come out. Their screams only become louder once the lights dim and the squeal of a guitar erupts over the speakers. Your heart is in your throat as you make out the band filing onto the stage in the almost pitch blackness.

Then, in an instant, the spotlight comes on and Eddie steps forward as he plays the opening riff to their newest song.

The way his fingers dance across the frets is making you clench your legs. If his fingers could play that fast, what else were they capable of?

As he begins to strut across the stage, lyrics flow past his lips carried by a deep, sensual tune. His eyes catch yours in the crowd and from that point on, you were entranced. Your eyes never left his. No longer were you surrounded by a crowd, separated by a stage and a metal barrier. No, you were right next to him. You could feel him, his warmth, and the way his breath fanned over your face as he sang.

The concert went by with you bewitched, like a sailor hearing a siren song. Eddie seduced you with his words and movements until you were almost a puddle on the floor.

Finally, when the lights went down and the crowd filed out, a security guard came to escort you backstage once more.

The atmosphere had changed from the light-friendly one that had been there hours before. Now the air in the small room was charged. You felt the air crackling as you ended, goosebumps rose on your arms as Eddie greeted you. His eyes were filled with something more than friendliness.

Your tongue felt heavy as you tried to speak and your mouth felt dry even as saliva pooled in response to the sweaty mess that stood in front of you.

It’s like your body went into autopilot, your mind swirled as you stepped toward Eddie. Your hips swung sensually and once you were close enough to him, you reached a handout and pushed him back onto the couch.

He landed with a “humph”. His eyes followed you as you slowly fell to your knees.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

You look up at him though through lidded eyes. “I meant what I said the other night.” Your hands glide up his thighs, fingers barely tracing over the bulge underneath the zipper. “I want you to take my virginity.”

Eddie catches your hands. “You sure about that? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to.”

Sighing, you lean into his space, “I’m so sure.”

With nimble fingers, you unhooked the button of his leather pants, the zipper moved down on its own thanks to Eddie’s stiff cock pressing against the tight fabric.

You can't stop your mouth from salivating when you see he isn’t wearing underwear. He lifts his hips, helping you to pull his pants down. Your eyes widen at how massive he is. Eddie smirks when you look up at him through your lashes.

“Don’t worry baby, you can take it.”

You aren’t quite sure you can. He’s intimidating, especially for your first time, but he soothes you with gentle, calloused fingers brushing your cheek, pulling you to him.

With a quivering lip, you open your mouth, tongue pushing forward–waiting eagerly to taste him. You can’t help the lewd moan that erupts from the depths of your throat once Eddie’s cock is placed on your wet muscle. He’s warm, hot almost, and the bead of white at his slit tastes weird.

Your eyes meet his when you look up at him, the once-milk chocolate of his irises had turned pitch black as he watched. Slowly you close your lips around him and begin to bob up and down along his length.

“Oh- oh fuck.” Eddie choked out. His hand flew to the top of your head, harshly tugging on the strands of hair. It sent a delicious sting down your spine and a pulsing throb through your cunt.

You keep going, the whimpering moans erupting from Eddie the only encouragement you needed. His mouth is spewing filthy words, ones that would have any grandmother clutching her pearls, but no, they spur you on, had wetness soaking into your underwear. You were afraid if he didn't stop, you'd cum without having been touched.

“God damnit, your mouth is so fucking good, Baby. Fuck.” Eddie’s fingers grip tighter and his hips start to tick upward, shoving him further into your throat. You can’t stop the gag that comes at the intrusion. Pulling away a line of spit still connects your mouth to him. You take a moment to breathe, the sight of Eddie's flushed face and dark eyes fueling your desire. He looks down at you, a mixture of awe, concern, and raw need in his expression.

“Fuck, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him once you catch your breath. “I just wasn’t expecting that,” you laugh a little.

The two of you sit there for a moment, chests heaving and eyes wandering, until Eddie begins to move. He grabs hold of your arm, pulling you up and into him, his lips press to yours and you melt into him. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds before he is trailing down, tongue smoothing over your jaw and he attaches against the soft skin of your neck. The sucking you feel is a weird sensation but not at all unpleasant.

Goosebumps appear in the wake of Eddie’s fingers as they travel down your arms and to the hem of your shirt. He tugs on it slightly, prompting you to pull away so he can slip the top over your head. Deft fingers work at your bra strap as he starts kissing over your shoulder and chest, stopping to suck and nip where he pleased.

“Eddie,” you sigh.

He hums in acknowledgment.

“Need more. Please I need more.”

Without a word, he breaks away and pushes you onto your back. His hands are hot as they travel over your legs and under the pleats of your skirt. Your breath hitches in your throat when Eddie begins to drag your panties down your legs.

Embarrassment flushes over you when his eyes lay upon your needy cunt. No one has ever seen you like this, vulnerable with all your most intimate parts on display. You can’t help but shy away, gazing anywhere but at Eddie.

“Prettiest pussy I've ever seen,” he remarks as he leans closer. His tongue slips past his lips, tasting the wetness gathering at your folds. A primal moan escapes him as he begins to lap at you, drinking you in. His fingers splay over your thighs, pulling you closer as he eats you like a man starved.

“Oh! Oh fuck-” You can't help the exclamation. The feeling of his wet muscle sliding over your clit in just the right way, at just the right rhythm. Your hands grip at anything they can, trying to keep you from floating away.

You felt so good. He felt so good. Ecstasy flowed through your veins like rushing rapids, untamed and strong. Zaps of electricity could be felt throughout your body as he ate you up.

Thick fingers tease at your entrance and your legs instantly snap shut. Eddie uses his other hand to pry your thighs from around his head. “Keep ‘em open sweetheart.”

Your heart fluttered and seized when one of his digits easily slipped into you. You could feel yourself clenching around him, it wasn't enough, you needed more, needed him to stretch you out further.

“Eddie- Eddie please,” you gasp. “More!”

He hums into your cunt, the vibrations make your back arch off the sticky leather of the couch. Within seconds of your demand, Eddie is slipping a second finger inside you. You can feel the sharp cold from his rings as they come into contact with your hot skin and his thick fingers curling into you.

All that could be heard in the room were the wet sounds of the rockstar feverishly finger fucking you and the gasping moans you let out every time he licked you just right or his fingers brushed just against a sensitive spot.

Eddie removed himself from your clit with a ‘pop’, the cool air that rushed over the wetness made you shiver. “Look so fuckin’ pretty all splayed out for me, Baby. What do say we kick it up a notch hum?” He asks, voice sickly sweet.

“Yes, fuck- yes.” You agree, body thrumming with anticipation.

Slowly, he removed his fingers from you. You blushed as you watched him bring the digits to his mouth, tongue licking the remnants of you off them. “You taste so fucking good. God, I want to be between your legs forever.”

His words did something to you. Your pulse quickened and your cunt fluttered, emotions went feral inside of you. It took all your energy not to pull him into you at that moment.

“Fuck me,” you spoke, just above a whisper.

“What was that, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Please, I need to feel you inside me, pounding into me. Make it so I feel you for days after I leave, I need it, I want it so bad, please.” It might have sounded desperate but you didn’t care. It was the last thing on your mind. You were so close to having him, you could just taste it and it was driving you crazy.

“Oh yeah? Want my fat fucking cock inside that tight cunt? Stretching you out, ruining you for anybody else? Hum? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you beg, “yes, please. Want your cock in me now.”

“Alright, Sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want.”

Eddie’s large hands splayed over your hips, pulling you into the position he wanted. You watched in awe as he brought the angry red tip of his cock to your drooling cunt, gliding it through your folds and pushing it gently inside.

He was so big, just the tip of him was stretching you farther than you ever had been before. Your hips careened away from him but he held your steady.

“Not gonna hurt you, just gonna take it slow until I get all the way in,” He spoke gently, soothingly.

Nodding, you take a deep breath, trying to relax as he pushes into you inch by glorious inch.

A loud cry sounds in your throat as he bottoms out. Your hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as a fierce ache erupts in your abdomen.

Eddie grunts, pulling back slowly, just an inch before he pushes back inside. The tip of him presses into you, coaxing the fire in your belly. It’s only been a few minutes but you want more, you want it harder, faster, less careful. You wanted to be fucked. You wanted to know what it was like to not be able to walk straight after, wanted to experience life-altering sex with the man of your dreams.

“More,” you mewl. “More, Eddie, I want more!”

His hips pick up pace in answer his movements becoming more urgent as he responds to your plea. The room fills with the sounds of your mingled moans and the rhythmic creak of the couch. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, pushing you closer to the edge. You cling to him, lost in the sensation, as he fulfills your deepest desires.

You could feel it, a little tingling in your tummy as he fucked you deep and raw. Something you had never experienced before, not even when you had come by yourself. You were building up fast, causing your body to shake and your toes to curl as you tried to hold it off, but it was no use. You were tipping over the edge within a second.

“Oh, fuck!” You scream, head flung back into the cushion. Your chest rose in the air and Eddie held you tightly, his thrusts coming short and fast as he worked you into your rapture. “Eddie! I’m- I- I’m- Oh shit. Oh, holy shit. I’m about to-”

“I know. Can feel you squeezin’ me like a fuckin’ vice.” His arms flex as he holds you steady against his assault.

Your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave, every muscle in your body contracting with intense pleasure. Eddie continues to move within you, prolonging your ecstasy until you collapse back on the couch, utterly and completely spent. He follows soon after, his release warm on your stomach, leaving you both breathless and sated.

Laying there, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You had just fucked the Eddie Munson… Not just fucked, you let him be your first. Who knew a drunken text could lead to something as inconceivable as having a literal rockstar fuck you until you were seeing stars.

You could feel Eddie shifting, and you opened your eyes to see him looking down at you. His lips moved, but you could hear no sound. Your heart was racing, and the blood was pumping too loudly in your ears for you to make out what he was saying.

“Huh?”

Eddie just shook his head, a smirk forming on those kiss-swollen lips. He stood from the couch, careful not to put his weight on you.

You watched him closely as he pulled his pants up his thighs and walked to a black duffel bag in the corner. He rummaged through it for a moment before coming back, a green and white package of baby wipes in tow. Taking one out he slowly wiped at the mess you had both made, cleaning you gently.

By the time he finished, the rushing in your ears had stopped. “Thank you,” you said as you sat up, pulled your skirt down, and searched for your bra and shirt.

“You don’t have to thank me, Sweetheart. Any decent person offers aftercare.” He bends down, grabs the garments you were looking for, and hands them to you.

Shaking your head, you say, “Not just for that, Eddie, for everything. I was mortified when I noticed those drunk texts, I still kinda am, but I’m glad you didn’t just block me and move on.”

“‘S’all right, I actually thought it was cute.”

“You did not… It’s so embarrassing.” You bury your face in your hands blushing as red as you possibly could.

“Oh, but I did. I wouldn’t have entertained the conversation with you if I hadn’t.”

“Mmm, okay then.” You shake your head. Standing up, you grab your stuff and look back at Eddie. “I guess I should go now, you probably have somewhere to be.” Taking a step toward him, you were going to kiss him on the cheek but thought better of it. Somehow that felt more intimate than the sex you had just had.

He caught your hand as you turned to go. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Looking back at him you spot your panties hanging from the index finger of his other hand. “Oh, sorry.” You reach to grab for them but he pulls them away.

You look at him, brow raised in confusion.

“On second thought, maybe I should keep them so I have an excuse to see you again?

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