thinking about rockstar eddie signing reader's tits
warnings: reader with a vagina, piv sex, explicit content.
he’d be so smug about it too, groaning just quietly enough for you to catch it as your fingers tuck under the material of your low cut shirt to pull it further apart, expose your tits even further. you push them together with the heels of your hands to make them even more enticing, still gleaming with sweat from the exertion of bouncing around during the set.
“do you mind if i…?” he asks, smirking, eyes dark and glistening with mischief as he asks without truly asking. you nod, a flirty smile gracing your face as he touches calloused fingertips to the soft swell of your breast, stretching the skin ever so slightly as the dark sharpie dances along your heated flesh. you stifle a moan by biting your glossed bottom lip, when he swipes his fingers into the dip of your cleavage ever so gently as he pulls away.
you share a knowing look between each other, and he nods over to his security in the corner. an invitation. you nod again, batting your eyelashes. he gives his attention to the others around you as you’re whisked from the crowd silently, knocking shoulders with a burly man who guides you towards the tour bus.
you’re barely in the bus two minutes before eddie’s appearing and slamming the door shut, backing you into the lounge with heavy hands on your hips and slick lips on your neck, nipping and biting and claiming. branding.
“you’re gonna smudge the fuckin’ signature,” you gasp as he buries his face into your cleavage, sitting down and hauling you into his lap, the barely there cloth of your underwear doing nothing to help conceal the wetness of your core along the thick, rough seam of his jeans.
“fuck the stupid signature,” he groans, harsh hands tugging at your shirt until it’s ripping, falling from your frame and exposing your bare tits, “think my teeth marks on your pretty neck are consolation enough.”
you moan, fingertips burying in the loose curls that have fallen out of the messy bun that looks a little worse for wear on the crown of his head. you tug and pull until he’s grunting, punching his hips up into your cunt and your thighs instinctively try to clench, obstructed by his own spread legs in between.
your hands roam unashamedly, pulling up his shirt and running along sweat-sticky skin, mapping out every inch of him. you feel like this is a dream, the hottest one you’ve ever had as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, mean teeth clamping down until you’re whining and rutting your pussy down onto him, begging without opening your mouth.
“you want it, huh?” he asks, mouth popping off of your nipple, tip of his tongue flicking out. he looks almost innocent, those deep, dark eyes wide and searching, “you on birth control?”
you nod your head so fast you swear it makes you dizzy, “the pill, religiously for five years now,” you admit, rocking your hips again until you’re choking another pretty moan from him.
it happens in a flash. you share a look and then suddenly you’re tearing at each others clothes, your fingers working fast to unzip his pants, get a look at and a feel for what’s underneath, barely hiding even through the starchy jeans.
he’s fucking big. huge, even. has your cunt clenching before he even runs the sticky tip along your dripping core.
and he’s so nonchalant with it. lazily leaning back against the sofa, one arm tucked behind his head and the other grabbing his shit loosely as you sit up on your knees, sink down on it until you’re whimpering and dragging your nails along the softness of his pale stomach.
he snaps his hips up to meet your bouncing, the curved head of his cock running along your spot just right, enough to have you moaning open mouthed and gasping into the dense, humid air.
he’s a talker, talks you through it all — “can’t believe you’re takin’ me so easily, baby. pussy’s stretching like it was made f’me,” he watches as you sink up and down, creamy release coating his shaft and dripping down onto his mons, creating a tacky mess. the noises are fucking filthy.
it’s like an out of body experience, wanting to be so fucking good for him. wanting to show him how girls can fuck when they want it so fucking bad.
his calloused thumb dips under the hood of your cunt, finds your clit like he just knew it was there all along, and he cackles when you whine and cry his name, bucking your hips into the touch, “you’re so sensitive, you gonna cum already?” he taunts, eyes flickering up to yours, though he’s blurry in your fucking vision as your eyes half-lid and prick with tears at the edges.
“eddie,” you beg, unsure if you’re begging him to keep going or fucking stop or something else, your bouncing stuttering as the heat blooms in your core, winding up tight, “oh shit, fuck—!”
you cum with a squeak, eyes rolling back into your skull as you clench sporadically around his cock, enough to have him finally putting his fucking hands on your hips, bouncing you himself as you lose it, body tending and going lax just as fast.
“that’s it, sweetheart. fuckin’ cum for me, shit,” he grunts, pulling you in with a firm arm around your back, “grippin’ me like a vice, sweetest little pussy i’ve ever had — fuck babyyy.”
his moans are like music to your ears, his hand gripping at your waist and tugging you down as his cock pulses inside of you, cum painting your fluttering walls, milking him for all he’s worth.
it’s quick, the way he grabs you a fresh shirt from the small bundle of merch on the table to your side, an apologetic, sheepish smile on his features as you slide up and off of his spent length, a hiss escaping you both.
you know what this was as well as he does. not a single regret as you stand up on wobbly legs, his cum already threatening to spill from you and drip down the insides of your thighs.
“we’ve gotta go, sweetheart,” he’s soft spoken as he hands you the shirt, which you take gratefully. he pulls up his pants, tucking himself away — it’s so mundane, a simple task, but you can’t look away, thinking with your pussy as you watch him handle himself.
“thanks for the good time, rockstar,” you’re a little louder as you speak, a dopey little smile taking over as you slip the shirt on, “you lived up to the hype.”
eddie smirks, standing up from the seat and backing you towards the door, so close that you’re almost touching chests, as he leans behind you to open the door, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin, “don’t be a stranger, sweetheart. i’m back in a few weeks — make sure to get ol’ ricky here’s number, i’ll set tickets back for you.”
your heart flutters, against your fucking will, “aren’t you sweet. guess i’ll see you soon then, eddie.”
you do see him again. and again after that. and maybe even a third time…
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Thank-you doodles for Donations
-Edit! Updating the pictures again for some different styles and characters! Also to feature some of my favourite stupid doodles-
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