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Aug 1

Hoy Es Viernes De 2 pa 1 (Chris Cornell x F! Reader x Jeff Ament)

(Psst! The title translated says "Today is two-on-one Friday" and is a reference to a reggaeton song by Sayuri and Sopholov! Listening is not required, just a sneaky lil ref, but if you wanna hear the song here it is!)

SUMMARY: Would it be possible to take on two tall boys during one party? Yes, yes it was. Just... make sure neither one knows that the other was there too.

WARNINGS: 18+/MDNI ONLY! Female reader using she/her pronouns who is described having breasts and a vagina. Reader is described to be shorter than both boys and is able to be picked up by them but no other physical appearance mentioned. Mentions of a threesome (technically they are separate but purposefully done so), SOME EDDIE X READER TOO HEHE, public bathroom sex, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap!), mild degradation, use of nicknames (sweetheart, babydoll, whore, slut, etc.), major pussy eating, banter, mentions of drinking and substances, cum eating, jerking off, grinding, foursome mention at the end, idk what else is there soz if i miss anything!

WORD COUNT: 10k... yea i know LMFAO

A/N: SURPRISEEEEE LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO listen... i KNOW ITS BEEN A FAT WHILE but life had me by the horns and after stumbling across this draft, i said fuck it and spent the afternoon finishing and editing it. Posting it now before i decide its ass and lock it away forever again so im sorry if it sucks and has a ton of errors LOL anyways this is technically the long awaited Tall Boys Threesome i teased about AGES ago, thank you for being patient and don't expect anything from me just yet, so just enjoy this one for now (:

It was a warm summer's night in June... the kind of warmth that was slightly humid but comfortably so, allowing one to forgo a sweater and enjoy the air as if discomfort wasn't a real thing. And while the music synced with the heartbeats of everyone at the hotel’s rooftop bar and the drinks flowed with a heavy hand... you felt like prey.

You could feel every beat of the song thumping underneath your skin along blood rushing in your ears, overwhelming every other sense into a stillness that allowed you to focus on the sensation of a warmth lingering on your body. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from, glances around the sloshing sea on the dance floor granting you no answers as the feeling only intensified. The crowd of sweaty bodies only felt like dark, blurry waves providing you with a temporary sense of protection from the gaze you were under…or was it gazes? You couldn’t even tell, the intensity simply felt too strong to be from one gaze alone.

Another sweep around the crowd gave you no new information, instead leaving you with your hands twitching at your sides and lips parting as you weaved your way through, expertly evading the drunken arms swaying haphazardly in the air. The gaze, or gazes, would burn and disappear for seconds at a time, granting you the tiniest sliver of knowledge as to where they were coming from… but not who.

The inky darkness over you glittered with stars as you glanced up for a careful breath of fresh air between two taller, drunken dancers. Here, you could get a sense of yourself within a blind spot on the hunting ground: your skin was slightly clammy, but in the way one might get slightly sweaty under pressure… and under the influence of multiple shots of liquor. Your breath was coming back as haggard gasps, your chest rising and falling as your heart started to beat faster than the song playing. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, a shiver going down your spine as goosebumps spread, starting at different spots on your body; the feeling of eyes pressing holes into your body had returned.

It was here that you realized that all this pause did was allow your own tipsy goggles to be pulled away for the most brief second, and for your hunters’ to sharpen.

Your head turned to glance back into the crowd, eyes squinting to roam over bobbing heads and clouds of smoke to find one of the eyesights that had been trained on you all night. They were grayish blue, blinking lazily as the rim of a cup was brought to his lips for a leisurely sip.

You arched a brow, lips twitching at the corners. You glanced to your right, finding the other pair of eyes staring at you.

They were a stormy blue, wide and soft until you caught his gaze. It was then, and only then, that they narrowed. His lips were painted in a soft smirk, glancing away the second your lips parted in another soft breath.

Tonight, you were eyed like prey, but under the softly lit string lights that obscured most of your vision in partial darkness, you found your footing as the hunter.

You continued to move through the crowd, each step like a dance to the rhythm in a way that let you get lost between your friends and other strangers, too drunk on life and their own personal vices to notice what was going on between you three. But as you approached the bar, someone seemed to be the only one sober enough to notice the game you were playing.

"Interesting..." their voice cooed, making you jump.

You blinked wildly, head swiveling to see Eddie staring off onto the crowd, elbows resting against the bar top.

"...what's interesting?" You hummed, swallowing your own beating heart back down to its rightful spot in your chest before you turned to ask for a drink from the bartender.

"You're playing both sides," he chuckled, shaking his head.

The bartender grabbed a bottle of whiskey, tipping it over to fill the cup. You hummed, "I play whatever side gets me on top."

"Doesn't seem like you'll be on top..."

"Metaphorically."

That made him laugh, the melodic jingle covering up the sound of the cup being set down in front of you, whiskey and coke with a lime on top tempting your hand. It was pressed to your lips before you knew it, the measured sip allowing the flavors to spread across your tongue as you eyed the man beside you for more information.

"You just like getting into trouble, huh?" he pressed.

"I prefer trouble getting into me."

"Jesus," his grin got bigger. He turned to grasp his own cup, taking a swig before setting it down, “That’s a good one…”

Your throat felt like sandpaper as you eyed him, the whiskey and coke soothing it like a tantalizing spoon full of honey.

With a shrug, he finally glanced at you, "Just... be careful."

You raised a brow, unable to stop your smirk, "Awh, you worried about me, Eddie? You care?"

He huffed, rolling his eyes before turning back around, "Just... you better know what you're getting into..."

Both eyes were trained on you again, finding you with heated stares, raking you from head to toe. They each paused at a spot they preferred, Chris' eyes focused where your thighs crossed and Jeff's eyes fixated on the sliver of skin that peeked out from your top. They were both hungry, very obviously undressing you at their own pace in a way that spelled blatant shamelessness.

"Chris is sweet... but he can play rough," Eddie tapped his foot to the beat of the song playing, "And Jeff is eager to please... but also eager to receive."

"And you know this how....?" You grinned at him, watching the way his jaw clenched as he eyed you.

"...i've seen the way each person limps out of their rooms in the early morning hours… so pick one unless you wanna walk out dealing with more than just a limp."

You nodded, brows furrowing with a hum as you gave it thought for a second before responding, "And you're giving me this information because...?"

"...Maybe I wanna get a turn once they're done and would prefer to play with a toy that isn't left all chewed up."

With that, he was shifting towards the crowd, stepping in just to disappear. He left you there, cheeks warmed and thighs clenching together, an uncomfortable warmth emanating from your core.

With his disappearance came the disappearance of one gaze, making your head jerk up to glance around, scanning wildly to find your lost prey. But Jeff's stormy eyes were nowhere to be found, leaving you searching for his bandana covered head instead.

You found him, purely by chance, pausing at the glass double doors that led into the hotel.

He turned, slowly glancing over his shoulder at you with that soft, inviting gaze of his. But as soon as he realized he was being watched, his gaze hardened.

He smirked softly as he stared back at you with absolutely no regard for the other pair of eyes eyeing the scene. His hand came up to dig into his pocket, head jerking once towards the doors before he turned around, slipping inside with a deep chuckle.

There was something in the way that one of the straps of his tank top slipped off his shoulder as he paced inside that had your feet moving before you could even realize it, rushing to follow after him with bated breath. You could see the back of his casual, almost lazy, steps as he went down the hall before rounding a corner, disappearing from your sight. It made a tiny whine escape your lips, hands at your sides clammy as warnings (and flirtations) echoed throughout your skull. And for a second, Chris’ own heated gaze seemed to dissipate into nothing, seemingly forgotten along with the background noises of music and party chatter.

You could only hear yourself pant louder and louder the closer you got to the glass doors, reaching out for salvation in the form of a metal handle. You might’ve looked desperate at that moment, skin flushed as your core ached beneath the clothes that started feeling too tight around your body, but you didn’t care, at least not until you touched the door handle.

You couldn’t help but yelp softly, yanking your hand back as if it had burned you. The metal was cold, no, freezing under your feverish skin, shocking you back to the present like a crash of thunder.

“Fuck,” you rasped, clutching your hand to your chest as you glanced around the patio for a second. It was here that the sudden awareness of perception came back into your brain, forcing you to turn and face the dance floor of unaware party goers.

A skimmed glance said that your plan for an Irish goodbye was going smoothly, your presence, or lack thereof, going undetected under the influence of too much alcohol and whatever synth rock they started playing. And while the loss of Chris’ own gaze made your heart clench, the memory of Jeff’s subtle invitation in the form of your cunt twitching around nothing brought you back to glaring at the door handle.

You stumbled inside, the sounds of jubilee growing muffled as the door softly swung shut behind you. The air was still as you glanced about, the clean hotel scent replacing the smell of smoke and beer you had grown used to.

“There,” you whispered to yourself, focusing on the path that Jeff had taken minutes prior. It was just straight forward then a turn around a corner to the left which led to… a wall?

You blinked, jerking your head back a bit as you found that this only led to a dead end, illuminated by a fancy sconce on either side of a generic painting. It made you scoff, brows furrowed as your hands slapped down on your thighs before you glanced around. Was this a joke? A mean prank? You didn’t know, but what did know was that it was pretty fucked up considering that the space between your legs was becoming uncomfortably sticky and if you were just going to be left eye-fucked and high and dry, then you weren’t going to let that slide.

But right as you began to turn, annoyance growing tight in your chest, a door that had seemed to blend in with the wallpaper, opened.

“Knew it,” a voice hissed, grinning as a hand jutted out to snap itself around your wrist.

“Wha-?!” You were dragged into darkness.

Said darkness, and the panic that had you suddenly sober, only lasted for a second because as soon as the tiny light flickered on, you found yourself face to face (or rather, face to chest) with a very eager looking Jeff in the middle of an empty single restroom.

“What a slut,” he murmured, moving to lock the door as you stood there, gaping at him.

“What the fuck was that-?” “Shhh,” he cooed, moving to grip your hips with dark shadows around his face from the dim lighting. “I know you want this…” his warm hands tightened their hold.

You blinked, snorting softly, “In a bathroom? How glamorous, Jeff.”

“What, you wanna wait for me to get my room key and drag you to my room first?” he huffs, eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulled your hips flush against his before his voice fell into a whisper, “Or would you rather take my fat cock here and now?”

The feeling of his hard on straining against the rough fabric of his shorts, and the glance of his blown pupils making the blue disappear, made any and every complaint die in your throat. He left you with your eyes widening, breath hitching over the tiniest form of attention at the place you needed it most.

He shifted his hips, grinding into you hard, “Your choice, sweetheart. You can either wait until i find where i left that pesky little key, which was too fucking easy to lose by the way, or you can get stretched and filled here…”

If you were in a confessional booth, you would admit that you could be a little sex-minded on occasion, too horny brained to think too much about where it was and when it was you were going to get railed. Like right now, for instance, because you were absolutely rationalizing getting fucked in a hotel bathroom by one of your favorite dumbasses.

“Well it is clean,” you murmured as you glanced at the too-fancy-for-its-own-good restroom, “And it’s very nice-”

You choked a bit as a roll of his hips pushed his hard-on to give you that much needed pressure and friction your achy clit was begging for. It was under layers of clothing, yet it still managed to make your mind blank out as he grinded against you. It didn’t help that this made him moan softly, eyes fluttering shut as the sweet sound of desperation made your knees just about give out.

He pressed against you harder, guiding you by your hips to step backward and rest flush against a wall. It granted you that much needed support to keep yourself upright and only allowed him easier access to your body, something you both appreciated.

He let his head fall, sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder as he rolled his hips again, chasing the feeling of relief you were giving him. “Fuuuuck,” he hissed, “You done rationalizing?”

“U-uhm…” you slurred, pleasure twisting in the pit of your belly. Your breaths grew heavy as one of his hands slid down your leg to grip at your thigh, fingers pressed in deep before he dragged it up to hook at his waist, providing a better angle to press into one another. The friction was growing into a steady pace, sending a flicker of sparks throughout your body with every drag of his hips.

The bathroom air was thick from your joined breaths, heavily scented by the cheap rose potpourri resting in a cute bowl over the toilet. It was almost comical, the way the both of you were grinding like teenagers against the pink tiled wall of this admittedly frilly little bathroom.

Now, weighing the pros and cons out in your process of rationalization was pretty easy. The pro was that you were going to stumble out satisfied and lighter than a feather, rejoining the party with another notch under your belt and another prey successfully hunted. The con was that you were doing this in the bathroom of a hotel… a public one, might I add.

But hey, it was very clean and there were fancy decorative soaps that would make you feel like you were involved in a high class fuck rather than a shitty toilet hook up (no pun intended).

A particularly hard grind had the both of you gasping for air, brows furrowed as the seams of your jeans pressed against your sensitive bodies, a flash going down your spines as you both gaped. Your nails dug into his bare shoulders, making him hiss and mumble a string of slurred curses.

Who were you to deny yourself of such experience?

“Okay maybe I am done,” you couldn’t help but giggle airily, jerking up as he straightened just to grip at your bottoms, yanking the rough denim down.

It was all so fast, from the feeling of fabric getting slid down your legs to the yank of elastic down your hips that matched the eager, red lines you left trailing across the plane of his shoulders. He responded with a stuttered breath, a glance at you as he brushed some unruly strands away from his face being met with your flushed, grinning face.

“Eager to please… but also eager to receive,” you murmured Eddie’s warning, watching him stand straight with a quirked brow.

He licked the saltiness from his lips with a small smirk, “Yea… how’d you know?”

“Lucky guess,” you hummed, shuffling around to face the wall with your jeans and underwear bunched at your ankles, back arching as you glanced over your shoulder to watch the flush on his face climb higher.

Jeff let out a low whistle as his hands found their rightful place back on the skin of your hips, grip near bruising as he propped you up to his preference, handling you like a doll.

“Very lucky,” he murmured, hands moving to grip your ass. You let out a choked laugh, feeling the way his massaging grip caused tremors to go up your spine.

His thumbs trailed down over the swell of your hips to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, pausing the rough touches to press softly against the lips of your lower half. “AHh, fuck!” you slurred. At this point, your hands and cheek pressed up against the cold tile wall, hips unconsciously swaying from side to side in temptation as he rubbed his fingers against your labia, dipping between to gather a thumb full of your arousal. He spread it across your cunt with a sigh, listening to the noises that fell from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Your back arched further, bending you almost uncomfortably over as your hips chased every soft touch of his hand. He pushed his fingers in again, shifting to press the middle and index finger to find your clenching entrance.

“So fucking hot,” he whined, hearing your sigh as he rubbed around the rim of your hole, other hand yanking his shorts and boxers down.

They fell as a heap as his cock sprang up, flushed tip already covered in a creamy sheen. He took the opportunity of having a free hand to grip around the mushroom tip, thumb brushing over the sensitive head to spread his pre-cum in slow circles that mirrored the one he was rubbing into your pussy.

“Just fuck me already,” you huffed, shifting to press your forehead against the tiles. The soft ache in your lower belly, being pulled and pushed away from you with every teasing circle, had you panting like a dog in heat… embarrassingly so. In any other situation, you would’ve taken matters into your own hands, but as Jeff towered over you, it seemed like this was out of your control for the time being.

“Patience…” he purred, seeing in his peripheral the way you strained to glance over your shoulder at his own ministrations, moaning softly as he shifted his hips near.

The first press of his cock against your slit felt like your body was lit with warmth, the pleasure shifting to replace the blood in your veins with every purposeful grind of his cock against your cunt, the head popping in to take both of your breaths away. You just about melted, body sagging as he pressed himself inside, the slow stretch aligning with the slow fall of your jaw.

He hissed, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed as he quickly pressed his hands flat against the wall, resting on either side of your head. He bottomed out with a small thrust forward, forcing you to squeak and him to blurt out profanities, soft curls at the base tickling your skin.

“Holyfuckingjesusfuckyessss…” he whined, shaking as he stood still.

You were split open around his cock, back aching as you bent over and clung to the tiles with sweaty, flushed skin. He moved a hand to rest above your head, veins prominent in the low lighting.

Jeff huffed quietly, eyes still screwed shut as he shook in restraint, desperately trying to give you those precious few seconds to accommodate to his size. He was a big guy… and right now you were too aware of it.

You, meanwhile, grasped at the wall and drooled at the feeling of his length pressed against your gummy walls, filling your cunt to the brim with himself as your legs shook.

He blinked his eyes open, sweat beading at his forehead as short, quick pants flew from his mouth. The air in the bathroom was thick, the scent of floral potpourri, sex, and alcohol making the both of you dizzy as you shook in place.

His eyes raked from his hand, down to the back of your head, and all the way down to your hips. Then, he made the grave mistake of glancing even further down, shifting his torso far enough back to get a little peek at where the two of you were joined.

It was like it hit him all at once. Ignoring the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him, pulling him in further and further, was hard enough as is, but combine it with the visual of the tight ring of your most sensitive parts wrapped around the thick base of his cock, leaving a sliver of skin he couldn’t shove in just yet with streaks of your combined, dripping arousal? Yea, he was a goner. This was the ULTIMATE porn of his dreams, and a visual that would get him hard for decades, he was sure.

He could practically hear his 60-something year old self transcending space and time to thank him for this very moment, whispering to him to let go of every form of self restraint because you wanted it sooooo bad, you were just too cock drunk in that moment to say it.

“Shhhhittttt,” he heard you slur, voice thick as your eyes nearly crossed, “C-can’t stay up for much longer-”

“Got you baby, I got you,” he cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to your hairline. His shift was subtle, but enough for him to drive the last bit of himself into you with a pop that had you both choking on your saliva.

“Jeff if you don’t fuck me right now-”

He let out a dry laugh, one hand digging into the skin of your hip as the other pressed hard on the wall above your head, “Got it, sweetheart, don’t have to tell me, twice.”

With a pull back, he had you crooning as you were left empty and aching, tip nudging your entrance. And with a drive forward, he had you crying out his name in an exhale that pushed all the air out of your lungs and jerked your head back.

He could barely contain his excitement as he found his pace, eyes locked on the visual of heaven on earth before him as your pussy welcomed him back with pulses that had his vision blacking and his whole body tingling.

“Fucking! Gorgeous pussy so fucking… welcoming!” He cackled, large smile over his face as each thrust enunciated his words, your garbled moans acting as the most pleasant white noise to his actions, “Perfect fucking fleshlight, taking me so fuckin’ good and so fuckin’ well…”

Your mind was blank, brain miles behind as your body could only register the white hot contentment that only his thick cock could give you in that very moment. The feeling of your sore muscles wasn’t even a concept in that space, the way your body would protest at the shapes you were currently pushing yourself into just so that his mushroom tip could rub up against the little spot that was rendering you stupid didn’t matter… what really mattered was the feeling of your stomach muscles tightening closer and closer to your peak, his fingertips sliding from your fingertip marked hips over the expanse of your torso to yank your shirt up to your collarbones, elastic of your bra stretching to the point of resistance as your chest was exposed.

His wandering hand left goosebumps in their wake as it shifted down, down, down to the curve of your stomach. His fingers danced, as if playing you like the strings of his bass, to press against your lower stomach, skimming your skin in search of something, and he would only know it when he found it.

“Jeff-” you groaned, each thrust pushing your chest against the tile walls. Your nipples pebbled from the sudden, cold contact, forcing shivers and spasms around his cock that only made him shove you harder forward, “What’reyew-”

They finally paused when they found what they were looking for, making his thrusts falter and breath hitch, leaving you slack jawed as you let your head hang down.

“Feel it?” he whispered, watching the way a droplet of drool fell from your lips, splattering on the fancy, unblemished floors, “Feel me there, sweetheart? Feel my cock pushing up and stretching that sweet cunt? All the way into your fucking guts?”

His fingers pressed down, hard enough to feel the section of your muscle bulging from his cock. He drove his point further with another thrust, making you squeal as it shoved you against the wall. But it was this movement that allowed the both of you to feel his cock pushing in again, bumping against the deep press of his hand on your stomach.

It was all just too much. The feeling of him molding your pussy into the shape of his cock was pushing that tightening knot too far, and that bursting feeling was gaining on you faster than you could even breathe in… but so was that lack of energy from the way you were straining yourself to keep yourself up, pushing you into failure.

“Jeff’mgonna-” you croaked, legs finally giving out on you.

He quickly locked his arms around your torso, pulling your back flush against his sweaty tank top covered chest. He dragged you up as he straightened, forcing you onto your tippy toes, and slightly into the air, as he sank you back down on his cock with a groan right beside your ear.

He licked his dry lips and swallowed hard to ease his achy throat, a small, giddy chuckle coming out of him before he could stop it as he felt you squirm and heard your cry. One hand found its grip on your tit while the other angled down so his slender fingers could brush against your clit.

“C’mon baby, cum for me,” he rasped, dragging you down as if you were a sentient sex doll, “Cum on this fat fucking cock, wanna feel you milk me, wanna see you ruin this fancy hotel’s tiles!”

“Oh god,” whoever called it a ‘little’ death was the biggest liar you had ever known, because in this very moment, it felt like a big one.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit!” the words came out like a prayer, and every enunciation from your lips was followed by his affirmation, “Good girl! Cum for me! Soak me, baby! So fucking gorgeous, doing so good for me. God, need to feel it so fucking bad, gonna make me cum the second i feel your pussy gush around me–!”

Your body felt weightless as he dragged you up into the air, using his entire strength to pull you right back down the very place you belonged. And it was with that next thrust that the knot snapped, the rope broke, the wave crashed to shore, and the air stilled.

Warmth bloomed over your body, poured so suddenly and so hard that your world went mute and blank for a solid 5 seconds. The feeling of him filling you up from an angle that had his fingers on your clit, hand pinching your hard nipple, and cock plunging in to brush against that sponge-y part inside you had you screaming out his name in the clearest words you could form that entire night.

He couldn’t resist either, stumbling to keep the both of your combined weights upright as his eyes fluttered open and shut, jaw wrenched open as his hips sloppily thrusted to prolong your orgasm as his came crashing down soon after.

Jeff let out a long string of curses as he set you down just enough for your feet to touch the ground before he flattened himself against your back, pushing you against the wall so neither of you could fall flat on your asses in twitching, orgasmic bliss. Your cheek returned to its squish against the wall, moans and squeals muffled as he shoved himself to the base before stilling.

You felt heat spread across your lower stomach as he emptied himself inside you, painting your insides a pearlescent shade of white. Sticky wetness dripped from your sore hole as the both of you came down from that life-changing nut, forcing you into a silence of buzzing lights and desperate gasps of sweet oxygen as your minds eagerly gulped down the tangy serotonin. You pondered running a marathon and going vegan, he considered renouncing alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs in favor of becoming a devotee of your pussy, chasing his humanity with every pump of his cock, tongue, and fingers. You wondered if you could go on a sex bender with your tall bassist, and if sex benders even existed, he asked himself if it would be crazy to propose and have a sex ceremony where he would announce his loyalty to the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his creamy cock as you came back down to earth.

What the both of you should’ve thought about the puddle of cum currently forming underneath where the both of you were still connected.

His lips trailed across the skin of your shoulder, where the neckline of your shirt was wrenched down your bicep rather crudely. His teeth grazed the hem, biting down gently before dragging it back up to its rightful spot by your neck. He only then pulled away with a gentle kiss, straightening up behind you to paw at your hips.

“C’mon sweetheart… gotta get out’fore it looks suspicious,” his voice was thick and gravely, words barely coherent as you whined softly.

“Can’t we stay here a bit longer?” you swallowed hard, glancing slightly over your shoulder to him as he propped you upright enough to brace yourself on the wall with slowly returning strength that had you wincing. Your muscles burned, their reminders finally being heard as you supported yourself against the cool walls, currently providing you with that much needed feeling against your sticky skin.

He shook his head softly, humming as he rubbed his hand over the swell of your asscheek, “We made a mess, sweetheart… so unless you wanna explain it to the janitor yourself… I recommend we clean up and head out soon…”

Your little wheezed laugh was cut short by him dragging his cock out of your spent pussy, making your nails rake against the walls with a gasp, “Jesus fuck, Jeff! Warn me–!”

He laughed, voice back to its normally loud volume as he shifted to lean down, hands quickly finding the soft fabric of your panties. He hooked his fingers under the lace and tugged them up over your hips with a snap of the elastic, “Nope! Time to go!”

Your head was spinning at the feeling of denim rubbing against your overstimulated skin as he yanked them back into place. You could only whine, crying out as he roughly buttoned them back before pulling away to swat sharply against your ass.

“Good job, champ,” he flashed his teeth at you before reaching for the door knob.

It clicked loudly before bright, blinding light flooded your vision, making you wince and put your hands up, “Wha–?”

You stumbled out rather ungracefully, the door snapping shut behind you with a bang that coincided with the slam of your body against the hallway wall. It made the paintings rattle, a muffled cackle coming from just beyond the bathroom door that had you glaring at it before you straightened up. You couldn’t help the giddy chuckle coming from your chest, spilling out of you before you could stop it for a chuckle more akin of a cool persona. But it was all for nothing, because if the grin on your face wasn’t evidence of the good time you had just moments prior, the way your clothes were yanked and creased haphazardly over your body in a vain attempt to make you look decent certainly was.

Lucky, or unlucky, for you, no one was here to see you stumble back with a dopey smile on your face and sagging shoulders that spelled out pure satisfaction. No one was there to tease and taunt you for what just happened in that hotel bathroom, leaving a content bassist to lean against the wall as his fingers dragged over the zipper of his cargos.

But as you walked towards the main hallway to return to the rooftop, a sea of voices suddenly started up, getting louder and louder by the millisecond.

You paused, straightening up and instantly running your hands over your body. It was futile, which made you opt into leaning against a wall in mock casualty as you stared at the hoard of drunken party goers shuffling in through the glass doors, drinks held up to the roof and laughed song lyrics echoing.

Despite it being around 1 in the morning by now, it seemed like they were not returning to the safety of the building to rest their alcohol soaked brains for the night. No, they were on their own prowl for more fun and mischief in the form of an after party in some poor soul’s wallet and hotel room.

It was a mix of about 10 to 15 people moving with the crowd, some faces you recognized as friends and others as friends of friends who were too eager to show up and hang around infamous musicians and their diaspora.

“THERE you are!” a voice crooned, a rough hand clasping itself around your forearm.

You yelped, turning to see Stone’s drunkenly zealous face, “You disappeared and we were all so worried!”

“Yea, yea…” Eddie materialized behind him, resting his head on Stone’s shoulder as his gaze swept over you.

He smirked, voice smoother and noticeably less rimmed with alcohol but still just as bold as he eyed the frumpled fabric and the marks starting to appear on your skin, “...so worried.”

You couldn’t help but shiver, avoiding the brunette’s trained gaze to glance at Stone, who had been rambling for the past few minutes.

“So, you coming?” he beamed. You barely opened your mouth to respond when Eddie interrupted you into silence.

“Yea, you cumming?” Eddie parroted, tilting his head slightly to the side.

The heat of his own glance made you snap your mouth shut, a hard swallow going down your throat that weighed heavy in your stomach as you realized that you probably looked suspicious for not having responded in the past 25 (now 26) seconds.

“Y-yea, sounds fun,” you brushed your hands over your hips with a careful smile, making the mistake of taking a look across Stone’s face to Eddie’s.

“Hell yea! Come on!” Stone cheered, giving you just the right amount of time to see the intensity of Eddie’s narrowed eyes on your frame before he dragged you along with him.

Your shoes rasped against the carpet with wavered steps as the man pulled you with him towards the elevator, his surprisingly strong-for-a-person-intoxicated grip hauling you in a beeline towards the open doors of the crowded elevator, where you were smushed in with a squeak.

There were already 8 bodies in there as you were pressed inside, pushing your back into Eddie’s side before the doors began to slowly close, in a process that felt like it lasted ages to do. The low ding made you hold your breath, glaring up at the dull numbers as each light behind the panel began to switch as you descended from floor to floor.

Warm breath fanned over your ear, the feeling of a solid, thin frame pressed against your back unable to be erased from your brain as you stood there in relative silence, interrupted by the occasional murmur of someone else.

The air was hot and sticky, smelling like the fruit punch bowl that was definitely spiked right as the party was starting. And there, with his nearly puppy-like pants sending tingles across your exposed skin, you felt it.

Maybe it was the combination high of just getting laid and the last few influences of a joint and alcohol in your system, but you hadn’t felt it before. The tenderness of your spent muscles and stretched out cunt felt like twinges of pleasured reminders of your extracurricular activity as you got borderline monologued by Stone regarding the ‘after party’. You were simply far too fucked out to feel it the first few minutes. But now gravity was taking its toll on you as the elevator seemed to slow down into an hour long climb down to the floor you needed to get off on.

Eddie leaned in, using his shuffle from one foot to another to get close enough to brush his lips against the outer curve of your ear right as the slightest drip of cum had started to escape your filled pussy and onto your flimsy lacy panties.

You could only suck in a tiny bit of air, eyes wide as you held back a tremble and continued to glare at the numbers, the buzzing elevator sliding slowly from one floor to the next one. It was as if the metal box was moving through a thick layer of sludge, time forcing it to move at a snail’s pace, and whose every jump and rumble coincided with the feeling of another drip of cum out of you.

“Shit,” you heard yourself whisper, Eddie’s hand moving to brush his knuckles across your lower back, taunting, teasing, knowing.

He was testing the waters, seeing what you liked and didn’t like as well as exactly how much he could get away with doing surrounded by a bunch of bumbling drunks in a tiny elevator. But with every slight rake of his long fingers against the fabric of your top, he only grew bolder and bolder.

And the worst part was that you loved it.

Honestly, you wanted him bad, the familiar warmth of need blooming between your clenched thighs, forcing more of Jeff’s cum out of you at the same time, reminded you only of the familiar pleasure that an eager lover like Eddie could give. One of hurried, desperate touches and grinned taunts… fuck, you needed it all over again.

A shiver went down his own spine, cock hardening under his shorts as he took a careful breath. He could feel the way you leaned back into his hand with the slightest shift of weight. He could practically hear the way your heart was beating out of your chest with an inhale that sounded like a soft moan; you wanted it and you were almost about to let him have it.

Eddie took a second to close his eyes, listening to the elevator chime as it went down another floor before taking a careful inhale of the scent that was artificially flavored fruit punch, vodka, sex, and you.

“Wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell,” he purred, voice barely above a breath as he brushed his lips over your ear again, hand on you coming to hook his thumb under the waistband of your jeans as his other hand shifted to brush over the tent forming in his pants.

Right before you couldn’t hold your breath in anymore, the bell dinged and the engraved doors began to slide open. Stone’s words trailed off into silence as everyone in that wretched little box watched you borderline projectile your body forward through the crack large enough for you to barely slide through, running down the hall and nearly falling flat onto your face in the process.

“Huh,” Stone murmured, “Guess she really wanted to get to the after party.”

Eddie just smirked.

You rounded the corner of the hallway with a heaving gasp, hands scraping the walls in an attempt to ground yourself in a reality where you weren’t borderline getting fucking in an elevator amongst friends, almost exhibitioning yourself as the horny part of your brain nearly took over all sense and logic. But the sound of bumping music kept you stumbling forward through bleary vision, growing louder and louder as you eased towards the cracked open door’s siren call.

The door easily gave way with the tiniest shove you gave it, unlocking the pandora’s box of vices and easily obtained serotonin. Bodies shifted about, some swaying with the music as they shoved through to reach for the next cup, the next joint, the next bump, or even the next taste that would grant them that temporary freedom.

Right as your foot crossed the threshold, a body shifted to stand in front of you, chest to face. Your nose bumped into the warm, hard muscles, forcing a small whine out of you as you reeled back to glance up to see half lidded grayish blue eyes that you knew all too well.

A shiver was forced down your spine as you stood under his lazy gaze, watching the corner of his lips quirk upward as you sunk your teeth down into your bottom lip.

“Was wondering where you went…” his smooth voice echoed in your head, easily drowning the chatter of the party behind him.

Your lips parted, a witty comeback blooming on your lips in record timing, but a hand slapped down on your shoulder to interrupt your flow, leaving you to gape like a fish and flinch rather unseductively. Welp, there goes your chance.

“Chris! Glad you made it!” Stone grinned behind you, winking at the long haired man standing in the doorway.

From behind him, Eddie smirked.

Chris just hummed, a hand shifting to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek as he spoke to those behind you with his deep, rumbling voice, “Come on in… it’s barely getting good…”

Stone just grinned, brushing past you eagerly as he eyed the dancing bodies and the drinks being poured, vision tunneling to what he desired most in that moment. On the opposite side, Eddie approached, moving past much slower and much more deliberately than Stone did. He scraped his back against the door, letting his chest brush against your shoulder and his hard on brush your hips, sending another shiver down your spine, and another gush of cum onto your panties.

He sent one last look at you and Chris before he turned, hair fluttering as he melded into the crowd.

You just swallowed hard, audibly gulping air in a way that had Chris chuckling.

You felt yourself jump a bit at the sound, whipping your head to watch with wide eyes as his own half lidded ones skimmed over you, “You okay?”

“Yep!” too eager, you winced.

“Need a drink and some air?” “...yep.”

“Okay, let me fix you up, sweetheart…”

Your pussy throbbed as you stared at the way long, nimble fingers wound themselves around the glass bottles, letting the clink reverberate in your skull as he lifted and poured a concoction he promised would have you ‘back up in no time’... or whatever the hell that means.

The sounds of the party disappeared as you watched him dip and stir with his index finger, bringing it up to his plush lips for a roll of his tongue, wrapping his lips around it to suckle at his skin as a stray droplet rolled down his muscular forearm.

“Here you go,” his murmur brought you right back down to the too loud earth, cup held up to your eyes.

“Yep.” you choked out, voice cracking. Jesus, you were failing right now!

But as you wrapped your hand around the cup, Chris pulled it back slightly with a tip of his hand, “Ah, ah, ah… drink slowly and then we will get some air, okay?.”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could say as you glanced up with glassy eyes, nearly shaking like a chihuahua as you made eye contact with his half lidded ones.

He tilted his head a bit further, eyes narrowing in a way that made you rush to nod, “Promise.”

“Now what do you say?”

“Th-thank you.” “Atta girl!” he grinned, shifting to stand beside you, arm finding its place around your hips, “Was that so hard?”

Oh no. Oh noooooooo.

Your clit ached against the ruined lace of your panties, finding the wet texture rasping against your sensitive skin with every tiny shuffle of your feet too much too quickly. Your senses went into overload fast with the feel of his warm, solid grip on your body, pulling you into overwhelm coincidentally as he pulled you into his side, slotting you against his muscular torso in a way that made the chatter suddenly sound too loud, the lights feel too bright, the stench of alcohol be too strong, and the feel of his calloused fingers finding refuge by hooking themselves in the elastic of your underwear just too much!

You found yourself hiding behind your cup, eagerly chugging the very fruity drink down with gulps that had Chris laughing, sipping a concoction from his own cup as he watched the way your throat swallowed hungrily.

“Easy, easy…” he cooed, abandoning the plastic in his hand to pull yours from your flushed face, “Let’s get you some space… it’s too crowded, huh?”

Your body moved on auto, letting him tug you by the elbow to the open door. With one glance back, the crowded and noisy room began to get smaller and smaller, along with the smirking face of Eddie in the distance, a storm brewing behind his own eyes.

Your back hit a plush mattress as you blinked, finding yourself damn near teleported into an empty hotel room, a lamp on the side table casting warm light and soft shadows over the furniture. The door shut softly as Chris rounded the corner to see you staring at the popcorn ceiling, sweaty chest rising and falling under your damp clothes.

“Poor baby,” he clicked his tongue, “Already so fucked.”

“Huh?” you jerked your head up, weakly sliding yourself up onto your elbows right as he sank to his knees in front of the foot of the bed, hands shifting to palm your thighs with heavy hands.

With a simple yank, he tugged your hips down to the edge of the bed, thumbs pressing circles into the rough fabric of your jeans at your thighs. Your hands followed to his, sliding down the scratchy comforter as you let your head bounce back onto the mattress.

“What did you give me?” you gasped. Your head was full of cotton balls, mouth dry as your tongue lolled out between your lips to lap at your cracked lips. Everything felt warm and fuzzy, skin hypersensitive to the feel of the pads of his fingertips tapping all the way up to the button and zipper of your jeans.

“Sparkling water mixed with juice,” he mused with a kiss to the skin that poked out from where your shirt had ridden up, chin grazing the cold metal button.

“Oh.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle escaping his lips, fingers tugging the fabric down your legs as you audibly sighed, chest arching to the ceiling.

“Had fun earlier, sweetheart? Without me?”

“No,” you whined, voice airy as your hips lifted to let him tug your pants all the way to your ankles. Thank god your cunt had stopped leaking by now.

He arched a brow, sitting back on his knees to undo your shoes and pull them off, pressing a soft kiss to your knee, “Not lying to me, are you? Because you seem a little too worked up to be so innocent…”

The room felt warm as your skin tingled with every soft touch from Chris, the rumbling of his voice soothing your wanting body, whose crossfade was disappearing to give way to exhausted arousal. You barely even registered the sound of laughter and padding just beyond the room door, obscured from your view by the walkway wall, thus making the muffled drunks in the hallway of the hotel seem like nothing more than a faded thought.

A hot, wet muscle pressed firmly and flat against the front of your cunt, eagerly lapping at the soaked lace that barely covered your cunt with the enthusiasm of a hungry pup, making you scream.

You jerked up, scrambling against the smooth fabric of the bedsheets to sit up and stare as Chris unabashedly moaned into your pussy, shoving his nose against your clothed clit as he mouthed against the gusset.

“CHRIS!” you wailed, cheeks flushed and hips bucking as his hands scratched at the bruises on your hips to yank your ruined panties down your legs.

“Mmm!” he just moaned in response, sucking the soaked fabric between his teeth to get even the slightest taste of your arousal on his tongue.

His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his skull as the essence of your sex spread over his tastebuds, canines hooking into the swirls of the woven material to help tug them down your quivering thighs, calloused fingers leaving trails of heat and goosebumps on your skin with every movement.

You just about thrashed in his grip, watching as his pupils overwhelmed his pretty blues, staring up at you with your underwear in his mouth, thighs falling open to leave your leaky, achy cunt on full display.

He let them fall to his lap, draping oh so beautifully over the twitching tent in his pants as his curls stuck to his forehead and neck, sweat glistening in the low lighting as he shifted like a hunter, keeping his eyes trained on your own as he hunched over, leaning down slowly. His lips parted with every breath, shiny with a mixture of drool and your arousal as he got closer and closer to the heat between your legs.

You could only stare in frozen shock, mouth wrenched open and body still as he got closer and closer to your swollen clit, currently buzzing with neglect.

“Let me ask again,” he rasped, words fanning over your sensitive skin in a way that made you jump slightly and ache desperately, “Were you having fun without me earlier?”

You gaped like a fish, words dying in the back of your throat, where you knew the head of his cock would be hitting soon regardless if you told the truth or a lie. There was no winning in this situation, you would get used like a pocket pussy, holes filled and fucked to oblivion, either way… so really, what did you have to lose?

Nothing, you decided. You had nothing to lose… so you were gonna lie, for the fun of it.

“No...” you breathed, listening to your own voice come out tiny yet sweetly, a purr that emanated from your chest with the memory of Jeff stretching you out over his cock just an hour prior.

A smirk spread over Chris’ face, slow and steady under the shadow of the low light before he cooed, “Let’s find out then, yea?”

His mouth dove, racing down to suckle your sensitive little clit between his lips with fury that had you wailing his name out to the high heavens. Surely, whomever was staying next door heard your cry. Honestly, with the way the sound of it bounced off the walls of the hotel room, the whole fucking floor probably heard it! But with the way he was suckling and slurping at your core, you could care less.

His thumbs drove into the muscles of your inner thighs, forcing them to wrench open and wide, giving him room to run his pointed tongue down to your clenching hole, dragging the mixture of your arousal up before gulping it down.

Your nails raked across the fabric of the comforter, leaving a trail of tiny broken threads sticking up along with it, marking it with your pleasure.

“Chris, fuck!” you cried, thighs threatening to snap around his head with every overwhelming suck of his mouth. The pit of your stomach was quick to swirl with pleasure, pulsing up and down your bones to soothe the tense of your muscles as you ground your body deeper and deeper into the squeaky mattress.

Each run of his tongue was followed by a soft kiss that matched the bucks of your hips, arousal leaking from pussy to make its presence known via a dark wet mark on the fabric beneath you. It was all so overwhelming, from the desperate chase of pleasure to the feel of his hands running up and down your thighs and hips, tracing every curve, scar, and mark to cross his path with thick fingers.

“Taste so fucking good,” he slurred into your cunt, adding a wet smack of hips lips on your clit for emphasis.

You only jerked, garbling out a response that sounded like pure gibberish.

“Mmm li’it baby?” he cooed into your clit, chuckling as your heart beat against his lips.

“Fuck, mmm, please,” you begged. For what? Not even you knew anymore. Could've been for salvation, for kindness, to cum, anything at this point!

“Horny little slut… thinks with her pussy,” he groaned, letting your thighs go to clamp around his head, the pressure making his own head spin and his cock spurt out pre-cum into his boxers.

His right hand shoved itself down past the belt that weighed heavy at his hips, too far gone to even bother undoing it. Instead, he crudely shoved his hand past the tight leather and the waistbands, clamping around the base of his throbbing cock hard enough to make him see stars between your legs.

His lips eagerly suckled, eyes fluttering shut as you wailed in tandem with the tightened grip of his hand, hips jerking to fuck his cock into his own fist with the limited movement he had.

“Need it,” he whined, breath hot over your mons as he panted with every word, “Taste so fucking sweet, so fucking good for me… love this pretty pussy so fucking bad, making me leak into my boxers like a whore…”

Your fingers threaded into his long curls, ground yourself with the feel of the silky locks sliding into your fingers, pulled taut as you yanked his head closer, grinding your clit over his chin, lips, and nose.

“YES!” you cried in tandem, the intense gratification of using and being used making you both jerk and tense and shake underneath the rapture of sex.

Through tears of pleasure, you watched as Chris’ long lashes fluttered against his skin, one hand under his jeans as he ground into his tightly closed fist and the other dug into the pre-existing marks at your hip, anchoring you tightly against him so that even the idea of moving away from his mouth wouldn’t cross your mind.

The lower half of his face shined under the warm lights, sticky juices damn near glowing in the dark as it dripped down his swollen lips with every slurp of his tongue. His jaw ached at this point, muscles begging for a break but determination to have you unravel with his name on your lips doing too much for him in that moment to stop.

“Say my fucking name, my name,” he growled into your cunt, consciousness returning so his eyes could focus on your own flushed lips, shiny with drool that had escaped during your garbled speeches of pure self indulgence.

With a suckle, he continued talking into your pussy, “Who’makin you feel this good, huh? Gonna scream my name so the whole floor hears and knows? Make sure you tell everyone it's me and not anyone else, babydoll…”

You just nodded fast, the tightening in your belly getting stronger as your vision tunneled more and more, “S’you! All you, FUCK, Chris!”

His hips jerked erratically at the sound of your voice, a groan vibrating into your core, making your toes curl, “Say’ih baby, tell me as you cum against my mouth, give it all to me, make yourself feel good with my tongue sweet girl, drench me!”

“Chris, m’gonna, it–i-” you cut yourself off with a stuttered breath, choking as you forgot how to breathe. The sudden crash of pleasure had you howling, falling back to writhe against the mattress with a scream of his name.

He moaned, loud. His own hips began jerking sloppily into his hand, cumming into his boxers from the tightening of his fist and the feel of your pussy gushing into his mouth, soft and wet and sweet with every obscene squelch as his tongue lapped at your growing sensitive core.

“FUCK!” you cried, legs kicking in overstimulation, shaking as you began to tumble back down to earth, shoved so rudely off the staircase leading you straight into heaven.

Your whole body buzzed, sticky and sweaty and so so weak as you flopped back, the now scratchy comforter digging into your heated skin as you writhed at the feeling of a soft kiss being placed right against your hypersensitive clit. Chest heaving and body spent was how he left you laying there, pressing his sweaty forehead against your thigh as he too slumped over, hand left buried in his ruined boxer and arm muscles pulsing in overspent.

His breath tickled your thigh, spreading goosebumps with every pant as he gasped for fresh oxygen, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You fucking liar,” he murmured, making your blink.

“...Huh?”

“S-such a fucking liar.”

You stared at the blurry popcorn ceiling, staring as you realized how fucking ugly popcorn ceilings actually are.

After taking a haggard breath and a rough swallow, you spoke up again with a raspy mumble, “Wh-what do you mean–?”

“Said you didn’t have fun without me,” Chris huffed into your skin, shifting to rest his chin on your thigh. His eyes, half lidded and soft, blues back around his pupil that was still blown wide, raked over the swell of your chest, soft smirk spreading over his lips, “But I know better…”

A soft laugh escaped you, “Yea?”

“Yea.” he mused.

Your furrowed your brows, rolling your eyes.

“I know you're rolling your eyes–”

“Okay then,” you grimaced as you propped yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view of the spent man currently collapsed on his knees between your legs, “Tell me.”

He slowly glanced up to you, smirk growing wider and wider. The hand resting at your hip dug into a small bruise that he found there, making you hiss as it shifted away to run over his curls.

From the now unobscured view of his face you could see the way your cum glittered down his neck, mixing with his sweat and decorating the ripple of his Adam's apple as he swallowed under the pressure of your gaze. You could see, from this spot as you loomed over him, how the dark circle in the fabric of his jeans showed up proudly, stark against the fabric stretching over his crotch.

Chris leaned over, swiping his tongue from your hole to your clit really quickly, grinning as he watched you let out a bark and a jerk of your hips, confidence dissolving by the sharp overstimulation shooting up your spine.

“Cause your cunt tastes exactly like Jeff’s cum.”

A loud banging at the door had the two of you jumping just minutes later, freezing only to hear Eddie’s whiny, albeit muffled, voice cry out, “Chris!! Is it my turn yet??? I’ve been waiting all fucken’ night and my dick is hurting so fucking bad for her!!”

Jeff’s laugh echoed behind him, “Let him have a turn already man, we can all play with her together after!”

Guess the two for one special was gonna turn into a three for one special for tonight.