SUMMARY: Halloween is the one night a year when your sweet boyfriend could be something other than sweet... and hopefully after this it will happen more often.
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI! Smut with no plot. Female reader, uses she/her pronouns, has a vagina. Mentions of: masks/mask kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of people being able to hear sex occuring, manhandling, brief oral, degradation, derogatory pet names (whore, slut), dumbification (lightly), objectification (R is referred to as a hole, flashlight. Can be intense for some so be aware), dirty talk, Chris being a bit mean but in a fun way, ripping of clothes, R is described as wearing a revealing costume. Sorry if i missed anything!
A/N: Halloween may have passed but it is forever in my heart <3 wrote this in a span of a few days with the bulk being written at 3 am in traffic after chilling in the cemetery LMAO anyways for @naturalbornkiddo whose birthday is this month and who inspired me with this video of chris in a mask at 28:21...
Chris Cornell was known for his sweetness.
Everyone you knew would always gush, "He's so kind, he's so sweet!" They would wink at you, telling you how lucky you were to have such a sweet guy like him.
Ladies would fawn over his dazzling half lidded eyes and soft spoken kindness while men would nod approvingly, smiling softly. Those in between usually developed fat crushes on him; honestly, you didn't blame them because your boyfriend was sweet, and that's what he was known for.
Well, aside him how gorgeous he was.
Dating him was a dream. Gone was a past of horrible relationships and being pushed to the side, the days you spent crying over partners that didn't respect or care for you were a thing of stories now because Chris took care of you in ways that kept you baffled. He was the type to constantly be thinking of you, surprising you with small gifts and tiny notes everywhere you turned. He was the kind to hold you during a hard day, turning it into a night of pampering and your favorite movies. He was the kind to strum his guitar and sing to you softly whenever you got sick, the quiet lullaby taking the pain from the sore throat and congested sinuses away before you fell into a peaceful sleep.
That's just who he was: sweet.
Even in bed, he was sweet. He was kind, considerate, and very passionate. He was the kind of person to make love, not fuck. He would give you at least one orgasm before even sliding in you, denying himself until he was in tears from frustration so long as he got to make you cum first. He would bury his head between your legs, lapping at your arousal until you were desperately pushing his face away. He would coo to you, relieving your tension in a bathroom stall away from the overstimulating crowd, thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers coaxed another leg shaking orgasm out of you. Then he would clean you up, pressing sweet kisses to your skin as he pulled your panties back into place, guiding you back out as discreetly as possible just to end the night by getting you your favorite snack.
So when he pressed a kiss to your cheek after you did his makeup for that night's Halloween party, sly smile on his lips, you thought nothing of it. He just smiled at you, baby blues glinting in the warm lamp lights of your room as you sat back with a satisfied hum.
"So what is your costume?" You murmured, turning to set the makeup brush down amongst the supplies that littered your vanity table.
"It's pretty simple, just a mask..." he murmured, watching your hands as they closed lids.
"Okay... that gives me absolutely zero information." You giggled, shaking your head, "You've been so secretive about this babe. Can you please just tell me?"
"I'll show you at the party," he said for the upteenth time that month, leaving you huffing.
He was sweet, but he could definitely get on your nerves sometimes.
That night at the party, you lost Chris to the crowd. He wasn't 'in costume' yet despite the heavy smokey eyeliner he asked you to put on him, pressing kisses to your temple with a sly grin and a "soon" to everyone who asked about his costume. You just rolled your eyes, straightening out the costume you had on.
Your costume was a suggestion Chris made, which made you laugh until he handed you the crown: sexy evil tyrant. At first you were hesitant, what kind of costume was that anyways? But the second you pulled on the fishnets and mini red velvet robe, you realized how genius of an idea it was. It felt silly to walk around the party with a plastic crown on your head but that melted away as soon as you realized you could claim 'monarch's rights' to everyone's drinks, prompting them to either give you their drink or make them chug until you were satisfied. It brought laughs and the liquid courage in your cup certain did help get the power of your costume go to your head.
All was fine and dandy until you felt a familiar hand slide across your back, wrapping their arm around your waist and pulling you into their side.
"Oh?" A friend of your grinned, eyes glancing from your wide eyes to the figure beside you, "Excuse me, Tyrant, is this your loyal executioner?"
Beside you Chris chuckled, prompting you to slowly turn your head and find someone who definitely was not your sweet boyfriend.
This man wore a mask, a stark black fabric with eye holes cut out, covering his entire head and face. He had no shirt on, dark streaks of makeup made to look like grime, all over his shiny skin. He had flecks of fake blood splattered over his chest, matching the splatters on the plastic axe he had in his other hand. The only way you actually knew it was you sweet Chris was the black ripped jeans he wore, hanging low enough to see the very familiar v taper of his hips.
"Jesus," you choked, stumbling back to see him fully and making everyone burst into laughter.
Your crown slipped over one of your eyes as you did so, making you scramble to fix it only for your loyal executioner to help you.
"Please, your majesty, let me."
His voice was smooth and deep, louder than his usual soft spoken coo. The gentleness of his touch, however, was still there as he fixed it's place on your head, careful and considerate as it was fixed.
"I take it you're surprised?" His grin was lopsided, eyes soft as he looked on for your reaction.
"Surprised but not uh... uhm..." you lost track of what you were saying, words lost from your mind as you looked through the ripped holes and into his khol rimmed eyes.
There was the usual soft, sweetness to them but it was hidden, hidden behind a hunger that made your throat tighten and the space between your legs throb.
You swallowed, laughing awkwardly along with everyone else around you, who were very much laughing in evil glee at your reaction. It made your cheek warm up, clearing your throat with a tight smile, "A-ah, my executioner has finally showed up!"
"Right, right," your friend chuckled into her drink.
For the rest of the night, you had an executioner hot on your heels. He pressed himself against your back, threatening those who didn't drink at your command with a silent lift of his axe with a low growl by your ear, easily convincing the most stubborn commoner to drink.
By 1 in the morning, everyone was tipsy and giggly, flailing about on the makeshift dance floor or laughing loudly with whatever group and location they found themselves in; some were draped across the couch, others sitting on the kitchen counters, even some crouching on the corner of the floor.
It was the best cover for what Chris was currently doing: dragging you by the hand to the nearest empty room.
Everyone was too drunk and preoccupied to notice the way he rubbed circles into your hip, quietly pulling you to your feet through the clouds of cigarette smoke, laughter, and music down the hall to the nearest empty bedroom.
Room 1 was locked, room 2 was unlocked but inside was 5 people laying across the bed and the floor, staring at the glowing stars on the ceiling in silence, but finally you found an empty and clean room. Room 3 was what you assumed to be the guest bedroom, clean sheets and empty yet organized room looking like a safe haven away from everything happening just down the hall.
He guided you in with a hand on your lower back and a deep rumble from his chest, pushing you in with a sweet touch... only to last minute shove you forward, making you stumble onto the bed.
"Chris, fuck!" You huffed, pulling your crown off your eyes.
But before you could sit up, hands pulled your hips flush to his arousal, the hard warmth pressed snugly against your body, "What is it, baby?"
You could only gasp, throwing your head up (knocking that pesky crown over your eyes again) and freezing into place. He gently thrusted your hips against your own, sliding his hard cock over the robe that barely covered your ass.
"Is her majesty speechless?" He cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your hips, his jeans rough against the fisnets and skin of the back of your thighs.
Each grind of his hips bunched your robe higher and higher, revealing more and more fishnet covered skin. But alas, he was impatient, opting to trace the seams of the costume down to the fur trim hem before roughly yanking it up, making you squeal.
"Chris!" You wailed.
"Screaming my name already, baby? I haven't even fucked you yet..." he laughed, immediately grabbing the stockings and ripping them open.
You sweet boyfriend was, well, sweet. Even when he fucked you rough, pace erratic and grip bruising, he managed to worm a sweetness in, typically in the form of gentle kisses and soft coos. The juxtaposition was delicious, bringing you to an eye rolling and toe curling orgasm... but you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he would just quit being so sweet!
You often pushed those thoughts away, reminding yourself how lucky you were to have a sweet boyfriend. The grass isn't always greener on the other side and you wouldnt trade him for the world... but the way his hands gripped you, borderline using you to get himself off through your costumes, panting and groaning behind you... yea that was even better than you had ever fantasized.
"Gonna let me use you? Gonna take it for me like a good whore?" Fingers dragging your soaked panties to the side made you jump back to the present, mind echoing with his words as he teased his fingers at your entrance.
"Holy shit," he hissed, eyes wide as he saw the proof of your arousal, "You really like this huh?"
You could only whine in confirmation, cheeks burning as you panted.
"Oh sweet girl... wanted to be a slut for me this whole time? How come you never told me?" He cooed, fingers pressing into you, fucking them in just a bit.
"M'sorry..." you slurred, grasping onto the nearest pillow, "too scared t-to..."
"Oh sweetheart... never be afraid to be a whore for my cock," he chuckled, the sound deep from his chest.
It was embarrassing, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The sound of his chuckle from behind, the darkness of the room as his fingers slid in deeper, it was just too much... and admitted it made you want to be a whore for him.
"Please, oh god, just fuck me already!" You're voice was high pitched, the embarrassment twisting in your chest flying out the nearest window as you sat up, shoving his hand away and throwing yourself on your back.
You bounced softly against the mattress as you leaned back, Chris silent as he kneeled on the edge, watching you spread your legs and yank the robe open, the lacy garments you hid underneath finally coming to light. It made him growl under the mask, to see what you wore underneath this whole time.
"Slut," he whispered, leaning over to trace a hand over your lace covered skin, making you cry out.
"Please, Chris please. I'm so turned on, I don't need foreplay please FUCK, just fuck me already!!" He continued his touches, using both hands now to admire your body as you babbled over and over, begging him to give you what you wanted already.
He was grinning under that stupid mask, enjoying the way you begged, voice whiny and slurred, back arching off the mattress toward him.
"Chris, please just use me-"
That caught his attention, making him jerk his head up from where he was tracing his thumb on your clit, over your panties, entranced by the way the wet spot just shy from there was growing. His eyes were wide, filling out the cut holes, and his chest was heaving, "Yea?"
"Yea, yea, yea, yea-"
"Gonna be my fleshlight tonight? My cute little fleshlight, for me to get myself off with?" The belt changed and fell with a loud crack onto the floor, having been ripped off with such intensity.
The sound of your fabric ripping made you glance, body jerking to prop yourself up to see his hands ripping your panties from the middle of the waistband down, throbbing clit exposed to the air that made you hiss. He said nothing, yanking his mask far up enough so that his mouth was exposed before leaning down, tongue swiping a line from your sopping entrance to your achy clit.
"FUCK!" You could only wail, hips bucking.
His hands quickly dropped his mask back into place before gripping your hips, dragging your pelvis up toward him. You fell back into the pillows, gasping as he wrangled you to into place.
"Come on," he whispered, one hand gripping your hip and the other borderline scratching at his button and zipper, leaving red marks on his skin as he impatiently dragging his boxers down.
He hissed, loud, as his cock sprung out, tip leaking. He gripped the base, giving himself a slow jerk before pressing the flushed head at your clit, "Hold still now, fleshlight, gonna fuck myself real good with this pretty pussy..."
Your next breath was stuttered as he pushed in, giving you no time to prepare as he slid you down to the base, skin on skin. Your thighs shook, skin sticky and warm against him as he howled.
"Holy fucking shit," his words came out jumbled and messy, barely able to focus on anything other than the way your wet heat was gripping him.
For him, it was heaven. For you, it was paradise. The throbbing, borderline painful horny ache was finally being satiated with the feel of his fat cock stretching you out, the thick length pushing deliciously into you.
"Feel you in my... guts," you croaked, arms splayed beside you on the mattress.
Your vision was blurry as you stared at the ceiling, the popcorns merging together as the only thing you could focus on was the way Chris started to thrust into you, groaning to himself as he stared down where his cock disappeared into you with every wet drive.
"Fuckkkk," he drawled out, drooling on himself under the mask, skin shiny with a sheen of sweat, "Feel so fucking good... *so* much better than fucking my hand..."
"Harder please fuck!" You rasped, letting your body get jerked back and forth as he used you.
"Yea? My girl wants it harder?" He cooed, shifting to drive himself into you and you into the mattress.
You gurgled a response, breath caught in your chest as he hit those spots that made your eyes cross and body explode into sparks, shifting to claw at his back. He continued to groan, laughing in garbled joy at the feel of you pulsing around him, the pain of the scratches amplifying the pleasure.
"Gonna fill up my little fuck doll, gonna fill this pretty cunt up so fucking good," his voice was hoarse by now, hips snapping back and forth, too lost in the pleasure to realize the mattress squeaking and headboard banging on the wall was probably more than enough to give yourselves away to the drunk party goers just outside the door.
But you certainly didn't care either, the familiar warmth building in the base of your stomach growing larger and larger until it had you crying out, begging and wheezing for a pleasure you couldn't probably articulate.
But Chris, being the sweet boyfriend that he was, knew your body well. He knew that went your pussy was making a mess of his cock, squeezing around him like the vice he was too eager to indulge in, that you were going to cum. But right now, as the man who was using his girlfriend like a sentient fleshlight, a hole to use, all he cared about was filling you like the best twinkie known to man.
"Gonna cum!!" You squealed, scrambling to grip anything, everything, to ground yourself.
"Cum, slut. Cum on the cock that's using you like a hole, come on pretty girl, cum around me. Wanna feel you spasm while I make use of this gorgeous pussy..." he hissed, brows knit together.
His hips stuttered, breath hitching in his own tell tale way of letting you know he was about to fill you full, making you nod dumbly and eagerly, "Chris holy fuck, use me. Cum in me please fuck-!"
The headboard slammed hard against the wall in tandem with his hips, the snap pushing straight into you and stilling making the wood frame leave a mark against the once pristine paint. Looking back on it, you were surprised the frame didn't break entirely, but you were also grateful that the damage was limited to a patch of messed up paint on the wall... and scratches on the floor... and the stains of cum from where it was currently overflowing around his cock and out of you, dripping onto the sheets underneath.
The both of you gasped and whined, clawing at one another to feel the others' warmth some more. His belt was thrown somewhere in the room, your plastic crown toppled off the bed and partially under it, your robe yanked off to get the now scratchy material away from you as he yanked the mask off his head, finally.
You gazed up at your boyfriend, through tears of pleasure and satisfaction, at his slack jawed face, chin shiny with drool. His eyes dropped, pupils so wide they looked dark in that lighting, cheeks flushed red from the heat of his actions.
He leaned down and over you, propping himself up with a hand to gaze back at you. With his cock still buried deep inside you, cum warm and deep inside of you, thighs sticky with the mixture of your arousal, he finally kissed you, tongue messily running over your own with a moan.
"I'm guessing you liked that?" He said, voice raspy and quiet as he pulled away to settle his face into the crook of your neck.
"No," You panted softly, legs wrapped around his waist, "I think you should do it again so I can be sure."
He chuckled, "I'll be sure to get a new mask this time... maybe one of that horror movie you liked so much..."
You couldn't help but grin. Thank God your boyfriend was so sweet.
hi ahh could I req a smut fic abt chris cornell where him and reader have just come back from their first date and unexpectedly get in a sexual situation? Theyre both a little nervous but ease each other through it? There's no content for him here and you're an amazing writer so I was so glad when I saw you write for him :0
But no worries if you can't!!! Have a great day/night!!
#𝘾𝙃𝙍𝙄𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙇: 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
» summary: after a date with an unpleased surprise in the end, your new boyfriend invites you to his house to watch a movie. suprisingly things end somewhere else :)
» word count: 2.5k
» warnings: little bit of fluff at the beginning, smut [unprotected sex, kinda size kink idk(?), pulling out], grammar issues
» a/n: thank you for your kind words, hope you’ll like it 🥹💞
“i’m sorry things turned out this way.” your boyfriend, chris was looking for his apartment keys in a rush. neither of you expected to get into a heavy rain just ten minutes ago. chris, just like the polite gentleman he is, immediately took off his large leather jacket and covered your head with it. sadly, his gorgeous long, curly dark brown hair was messy and tangled now. you were feeling guilty but he was shushing you in response. and here you two were, in front of his house. luckily for you, his house was close.
“no no, i should be the one apologizing.” you bowed your head and chris opened the door, inviting you inside first. “you’re soaked and your hair is ruined.”
“hey, i thought we talked about this. don’t blame yourself for this. it was my choice.” he smiled and pinched your cheek playfully.
“but i don’t want you to be sick because of me.” you sighed and sat on the couch, covering your face with your hands. chris chuckled at his sight and kneeled in front of you. he gently grabbed your hands and moved them aside. “how about if i take a shower, make tea for ourselves, and snuggle on the couch while watching a movie, hm?”
“oh my god, it sounds perfect! and like a second date.” he managed to cheer you up like this and gave you a quick peck on your forehead before standing up. “and, can i at least make tea?” it’s not that he could resist your sad puppy eyes, so he nodded. “you sure you can manage this? you can just wait for me.”
“god… will you just let me do something for you?” you huffed and he chuckled again.
“i won’t be there too long, meanwhile you can choose the movie.”
“fine, but not complaining.” you grinned.
“i don’t promise anything!” he shouted before entering the bathroom. you rolled your eyes playfully and decided to wander around the room to kill some time. his black gibson guitar standing next to the square tv, his vintage record player seems kind of dusty, vinyls of various bands look unorganized…
you found a box full of movie dvds under the tv. they were dusty too, so you assumed he doesn’t really watch them. most of them were action movies like ‘terminator’, ‘die hard’, ‘indiana jones’… however you wanted to watch something funny to become more intimate with him. just when you decided to pick ‘bill & ted’s excellent adventure’ you found something better, at least it was better for you.
after placing the dvd on its player, you made your way to the kitchen.
“‘the lost boys’? really?!”
“there’s nothing wrong with ‘the lost boys’!”
chris sighed loud while sitting cross-legged on the couch. his face fell and turned his head away.
“oh my god, chris… what could have happened that you have a beef with a movie?” you placed the warm teas on the table. then sat next to him with a slight pout.
“it’s not that i have a beef, it’s just… i think it’s for teenage girls. only they can gush about a couple of handsome vampires.”
“excuse me? you take that back! i’m in my twenties and i still love them, even my mom does!”
“oh, um…” he cleared his throat in embarrassment. “then yeah i do.”
“that’s way more like it.” you giggled and pressed the play button.
it’s been years since you’ve watched that movie, so you were glad you had the chance to watch it again. even though chris wasn’t pleased with it at first, you caught him grin and even laugh a few times. mostly when songs that he liked started to play. even so, you two were comfortable and having fun. the rain accident was already forgotten. and when everything seemed amusing, you were wrong.
oh.
oh…
the sex scene between michael and star… you totally forgot about it.
it’s not that it’s disturbing or uncomfortable, you were adults after all. it meant nothing. but watching it with your new boyfriend…
he wasn’t looking at you nor you were looking at him. you couldn’t keep focusing because of your increasing body temperature and the strange tension between you two. suddenly, you felt his gaze on you. what were you supposed to do?
you finally met his gaze when he put his hand on top of yours. his piercing light blue eyes made you swallow, the movie was already forgotten.
“you seem uncomfortable, do you want to turn off the movie?”
“no-no!” you laughed awkwardly. “it’s okay, i’m not watching a sex scene for the first time.” god, you just wanted to be buried deep at that moment.
“we can watch 'beetlejuice' or something like that.” his concerned voice was going to kill you just right there.
“i’m fine,” you reassured him by giving him a quick peck on his lips. however, your mind couldn’t be concentrated after the simple peck, neither his.
his hand was still holding yours, and you started to caress his hand. he wasn’t looking at you but he was doing the same thing. this stupid thing continued until you kissed him again, a little bit longer than before that. and just when you wanted to pull off, he didn’t let you by placing his free hand behind your head and pulling you closer to him.
at first, you were exploring each other’s lips slowly but deeply. his mustache was tickling you, which made you giggle through the kiss. you freed your busy hand from his and placed both of your hands on his pale cheeks, caressing them this time. the air was thick, so the tension between you two. but there was no rush.
you moaned quietly when he suddenly bit your lower lip, which made you open your mouth fully. he didn’t waste time to enter his tongue inside your mouth. he lifted you from your place and made you sit on his lap while sucking harshly on your lip. it was quite hard to catch up on his movements, but when you started to do the same thing he hummed, satisfied.
eventually, he had to pull off to catch his breath. both hearts beating fast as ever. chris wasn’t the first boy you’ve ever kissed but you could definitely say that he’s the most talented among them. just when you leaned on his lips he stopped you.
“i’m afraid if we keep making out like that, things might end somewhere else.” he joked, but not to mention his slightly grown bulge underneath you.
“and what if i also want that?” you teased him and wrapped your arms around his neck, shifting on his lap to feel more of him.
“do you, really?” he asked with a teasing tone.
“i’m dead serious, chris. i want you, i want all of you.”
“look, i’m not forcing you into anything, okay? i mean it’s our first date after all.”
“chris, i want to do this and i know 100% that i’m not going to regret it, ever.” you reassured him and pressed your forehead against his. he breathed heavily and then nodded. he wrapped his hands around you before lifting you and making his way to his bedroom.
he gently placed you on top of his bed. you opened your arms wide, inviting him to your bosom. he smiled like an idiot, then laid on top of you without putting his whole weight on you. your hands started to play with his gorgeous hair before connecting your lips with his. chris was giving you deep but sensual kisses just like minutes ago. your breath itched every time you felt his mustache press firmly against your lips.
your body temperature was increasing nonstop since that sex scene, so you slightly pushed him to take off your shirt, then shoved it aside. chris grinned at the sight underneath him and he did the same thing, making eye contact with you. you rubbed your legs together, slightly getting impatient. he noticed then leaned close to you.
“mind if i take it off?” he asked while playing the laces of your bra. you nodded then arched your back to give him access. his fingers unhooked your bra in seconds like an expert. after undressing your upper body, he pressed your body against the bed and brushed his lips on your neck oh so slowly…
you gasped loudly and threw your head backward to give him more access. he started his movements by giving quick pecks here and there, then when he discovered your most sensitive place, he started to suck on that spot meanwhile his left hand traveled across your torso, caressing and drawing circles. then lifted his hand to play with your left boob. slender fingers continued to draw circles and pinch your sensitive nipples. this made you whine unconsciously.
after painting your neck with red and purple marks, he took your left nipple inside his hot mouth and continued his slow, sucking movements. you couldn’t stop whining when his right hand reached your right nipple and continued to play. the pleasure was too much, and you didn’t know he was more willing to give you more.
“chris…” you pulled his hair, making him groan and send you vibrations against your chest.
“you okay, sweetheart?” he asked you, dazed, while panting.
“yes, but i can’t wait anymore. i want you so bad…” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, all you wanted was to feel him inside.
“oh, is that so? i was planning to eat you out though.”
“mhmm, next time please~” how could he ever resist his cute girlfriend?
he shifted in his place and unbuckled the belt of your jeans. after tossing your belt to the ground and unbuttoning your jeans, he held the corners of them and pulled them off with your already-soaked panties, embarrassment hit you at that moment. he chuckled at your reaction.
“no need to be embarrassed about it, baby. in fact, i appreciate that.”
he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them aside before climbing on top of you. the sight of his painfully hard cock made you throb but at the same time feel a little bit scared. were you even able to take him..?
it’s like he read your mind, he started to reassure you. “we can stop if you want.” his hand reached to your cheek and caressed it. you leaned on his touch but shook your head as no. “no, it’s just… you’re so big. i’m not sure if i can take you.”
“okay, how about just the tip? do you want to try?”
you softly nodded. “okay, let’s try.”
chris smiled sweetly as he planted a loving kiss on your lips before getting between your legs. he held your right hand and intertwined it with his. he pumped himself a couple of times before pushing his leaking tip inside of you slowly. both of you hissed and gasped loudly, squeezing each other’s hands tightly.
like he said, he just pushed his tip and stayed like that while peppering your face with quick sloppy kisses to ease your pain. however, your clenching tight walls weren’t helping him to relax, almost don’t let him enter inside you any further. you weren’t a virgin, but how could you be so damn tight? “baby, you’re squeezing me too hard.” he groaned lowly.
“i c-can’t help it, let me adjust you.” you pulled him with your free hand by holding his tense shoulder. massaging and caressing his shoulder and back to make him relax a little bit.
when you started to feel relaxed, you tapped his shoulder. “you can go further inside me now, chris.”
“are you sure?” he asked worriedly, making you nod desperately. “tell me if it hurts, okay? i’ll immediately stop.”
“i will.” you moaned when you felt him pushing deeper inside your needy cunt. his movements were still slow, afraid to hurt you. however, your already slick-covered walls were helping to move in and out of you with ease.
“that’s it, sweetheart. you’re taking me so well.” he groaned while increasing his pace and you just whined in response. his cock hitting the spots over and over where your fingers could’ve never reached, nor somebody else’s dick. you dig your nails at his back, scratching it while he shoves his hips faster into yours. you wrapped your legs around his torso as his thick cock continued to split you open over and over.
“chris, chris! feel so good oh my god~” it was like you were already drunk on him like he was on you. your words made him get even bigger inside of you. his mouth fell agape, trying to say what was on his mind.
“oh baby, never have felt so much pleasure with someone else before you. h-hah, you’re making me loose my mind.” at this point you weren’t listening to him. not that you didn’t want to, you were just already lost in pleasure. eyes rolling back, your juices dripping down on his shaft unstoppable. everything was too much, you just needed to release all of it.
and when he hit that sweet spot, you gasped loudly. “chris!” you cried out his name, throwing your head back.
“got it.” he continued to hit that spot over and over, meanwhile rubbing your puffy clit with his long, skilled fingers. you pushed your hips to meet with his thrusts. your orgasm was approaching and you could explode at any minute.
“gonna cum!” you cried while rubbing and pinching your hard nipple. your vision is blurry and you feel that knot tighten in your belly. a scream leaving your lips as your legs shake as you finally came undone, your clit pulsing nonstop.
“shit, i’m close too baby.” he grunted then suddenly pulled off, you gasped at his movement, and wanted to feel him inside of you more. he wrapped his hand around his shaft and then jerked off a couple of times before cumming on your tummy, thick and warm sprouts of cum covering your belly.
he was panting, trying to calm his heartbeat at the same time. you gazed at him with lazy eyes. his long hair got messed again, covering some parts of his face. face and torso are covered in sweat, making them look shiny, chest lifting heavily up and down. gosh… he was looking like one of the greek gods. how can a person look majestic in any form?
he planted a quick kiss on top of your forehead before reaching for the towels on the nightstand, cleaning the mess he created on your body.
“you okay, sweetheart? need anything?”
your eyes were almost shut, wanted to do nothing but sleep beside him. “mhm, just you.”
he chuckled at how cute you were looking, then laid next to your side. you removed his hair aside to look at his handsome face properly before sleeping.
“you’re not my first, but i definitely want you to be my last.” you murmured while snuggling to his sweaty body. he smiled, and kissed your forehead again sloppily. “me too, sweetheart. i love you.”
a loud yawn escaped from your lips before drifting off to sleep. “i love you too.” he wrapped his arms around you and then joined you in sleep. last thing you thought about was the cups of tea that were still standing on the table.
SUMMARY: You were always the one getting teased until submission. It was about time you got payback in the form of tears and torture.
WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, 18+/MDNI!!!!!!! Female reader using she/her pronouns and is mentioned to have a vagina. Sub Chris and Dom Reader, all consensual. Mentions of stepping LMAO, teasing and taunting, jerking off, public indecency and sex, hands free organsm, dirty talk galore, dacryphilia, fun kind of torture, slight post orgasm torture, degredation and humiliation, tied up Chris, dumbification, sorry if I missed anything!!!! Feel free to imagine any era Chris as I made it vague enough to work with any era you would like, same with location/environment this was happening in.
WORD COUNT: 2.3k
A/N: birthday gift for @naturalbornkiddo !!!!! HAPPY BIRFDAY!!!! Wrote this over the course of the day/night based off a post I saw/was mentioned on from @stossardgossard !!!! THANK U FOR BRINGING THIS TO EVERYONE'S DASH LMAO anyways as promised... I didn't even properly edit this like I usually do for long form fics so uh apologies if it's ass and for any spelling errors 😭😭😭
(The post in question)
"Please"
God, he sounded so pretty when he begged.
He looked even prettier from where you stood, looking down where he was sitting on his calves, knees pulled apart for you to see the most obvious boner through his black jeans, straining through the fabric so unabashedly. But what you liked the most was the way his tears clung to his lash line, glittering there and where they rolled down his flushed cheeks to where his lips parted with every soft breath.
His arms flexed with every pant, tensing and relaxing against the binds that had them pinned to his back, wrapping up his wrists to his elbows, keeping them firm and in place. Yet, he made no effort to struggle, succumbing to the feeling of being powerless under you.
"Please, baby, please, im... I'm fucking dying over here..." he tried again, chest rising and falling under his white tank top.
"Mmmmm...." you tapped your chin, making a show of yourself by glancing up before dropping your gaze back down to him, watching the way his brows and shoulder lifted in hope, only to drop the second you smirked, "No."
He let out a small, broken sob, rolling his hips up against your leg. You had him leaning against a wall, one leg pressed right up against his crotch, forcing his thighs open as you stood there, watching. It made him squirm, the pressure he could get from pressing his hard on against you felt so good... but the loss of dignity he would have from borderline humping your leg put him between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, the stimulation felt like heaven after being denied all night long, but on the other hand, he wasn't going to give up your game of chase.
Hours prior to this, the two of you had agreed to a game of denial. First to succumb to your desires was the loser, winner got to dominate and had gloating rights. Normally, this meant Chris borderline dry humping you until you were dragging him into the nearest empty room, begging him to rail you until your legs turned into jelly. It often consisted of lingering glances and careful touches, his hand wandering as discreetly as he could.
Sometimes this meant a hand under the table, pressing right up against the crotch of whatever it was you were wearing, rubbing just enough to give you a brief flicker of pleasure. Other times it meant making a show of licking the cherry he got in his drink, making everyone snicker as you stiffened and glared at him. Other times it meant him taking advantage of an empty and discreet hallway or corner, tugging your clothes away enough for his lips to reach sensitive skin, leaving bruises and bites that pulsed throughout the night.
And while you drenched every pair of underwear you owned playing this game, he too got his own fair share of teases. You had only won a handful of times, unable to keep yourself from giving in despite your very strong will. After a couple drinks he somehow managed to convince you to drink, the roaming of his fingers, AND the whispered dirty talk, you would give in. The longest you were able to go was about 6 hours, eventually giving up and getting fucked as the sun came up.
How he had the restraint to hold back was baffling to you, somehow being able to sit through your own touches and exaggerated popsicle sucking. But today, today was your lucky day... because today you made him crack.
It could've been the combination of work and music taking the time away from you guys so that your daily fuck session kept on getting post poned. After three days, it was misery for the both of you, but you were too focused on getting your work done to dwell too much on it. He, however, was NOT taking it well at all.
He had a ton of idle time between practice and shows, unable to get the adrenaline down with his usual post-show sweaty sex so he had to resort to fucking his fist under the cold spray of an icy shower, stomach tensing as he tried, desperately, to replicate the feeling of your tight wet heat with his hand. It never worked, leaving him wide eyed and frustrated to the point of punching a couple pillows once he got out.
You knew it would leave you at an advantage, so you played up your own busy-ness. You redirected him, giving him a sweet kiss and a "not now" so he could whine and trudge off with a pout. But then it allows you to get here, with a sniffling man tied up, looking up at you with half lidded eyes and pupils blown so wide that they looked black.
He rocked his hips up again, hissing quietly at the tiniest amount of pressure to alleviate the straining in his pants, "H-how much longer?"
You shrugged, "Fuck if I know."
That earned you a cry, his head shooting to up back up at you, "Wh-what do you mean-?!"
He choked back a sob as he felt you shift your leg away, lifting up your foot to gently press it against his chest, pushing him back against the wall.
"Holy shit," he coughed, thighs shaking.
The pressure of your pressing made a surge of pleasure course through him, from head to toe. His cock jumped in his pants, a squirt of precum dripping out of him and starting to stain the fabric of his jeans. This was dire now, with the way his dick was borderline painfully throbbing, untouched and wanting.
"Baby, baby, please i... I need-" he panted, voice hoarse as he spoke, "Need you, please. You win, please baby, you win!"
It wasnt enough. Winning wasnt enough, not anymore. You wanted to make him suffer the same way you suffered night and night again with all those glances and touches under the table, like when he finger fucked you under the bar and you had no choice but to choke back every moan with a drink as his thick fingers curled up against the spot that made your legs nearly give out. You wanted him to struggle the same way you struggled when he held your hips in place, pinning them against the sink of a backstage bathroom, fucking you with the weepy tip of his cock, denying you what you begged and cried for. Now, it was his turn.
You sighed, keeping your foot pressed against his chest as you leaned down slightly to inspect his crotch, staring down at the dark, damp spot highlighted so proudly on his pants.
"Hmm..." you clicked your tongue, putting your hands on your hips before straightening up.
You brought your foot back down to the floor, making him breath a laugh of relief, blinking rapidly as the tears of denial continued to fall. He smiled up at you, eyes wide in happiness that his denial was finally over!
Or so he thought.
With a shake of your head and a grin, his smile slowly faded, shoulders sagging and chest stuttering with choked breaths, "B-baby...?"
"Poor Chrissy..." you cooed crouching down in front of him, hands immediately moving to his belt, "So worked up over nothing..."
"Baby please-"
Your shushed echoed in the air, making him wince and whine softly, eyes screwed shut. He couldnt bare to see that you weren't about to give him what he so desperately wanted, so he turned his head to the side with a held back moan as the button and zipper gave way.
"Shit," you smirked, glancing down as the flaps of his fly were pushed open solely by his cock straining through his boxers, the denim slowly giving way for the tent.
Chris choked on a gasp, gaze falling from your face to where you stared, body growing hotter under your stare, "S'embarassing..."
"Shhhh... its okay," your voice was a sugared coo as you reached down to snap the waistband of his boxers, the elastic slapping against his tight stomach with a moan from him.
"Please-"
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, "Haven't you learned that begging will get you nothing?... it got me nothing, so neither will you."
He whimpered, hips jutting into the air. He could only watch, pathetically, as you reached a pointed finger out. His pants grew more and more haggard the closer it got, his eyes widening with every second. He hissed loudly the second the tip of your finger pressed against the tip of his covered cock, the wetness seeping out and onto your skin in an instant.
You couldn't held the giggle bubbling from your throat, echoing loudly and making him pout, fresh tears brimming his clumped lashes.
"Y-your so mean!" He hiccuped.
"Payback is a bitch," you cooed, reaching up to pat a hand against his cheek, the second pat slapping it hard enough for him to groan, head turning.
His tongue darted out to swipe the corner of his mouth, licking the delicious sting that traveled from his cheek. The gutteral groan that followed, admittedly, made you shift to squeeze your thighs together, moving to kneel in front of him to hide the way you clenched around nothing.
"Know you want it... can practically taste how sweet you are on my tongue..." his voice came out growled, face still turned away.
"Crave it?" You cooed, craving his jaw roughly to pull his face towards you, feeling his tongue lick the finger closest to his mouth.
You pushed your finger into his mouth, letting him gingerly wrap his lips around you. He suckled gently, humming softly as he stared right at you, warm and wet tongue swirling around you. He batted his lashes, praying that his sucking and pretty face would give him even the tiniest ounce of your mercy.
Sure, your clit was pulsing at the thought of him swirling his tongue on you, muscle flexing against you in the way you knew made you cream in a matter of minutes, but you werent giving in. This was long overdue for you, so you just squeezed your thighs hard and swallowed even harder, ignoring the dull ache between your legs begging for more.
So you tilted your head, other hand reached down to the waistband of his boxers again, tugging it down enough for the flushed, creamy head to poke out into the air, making him flinch and hiss around your finger, "This isn't going to give you salvation."
"Behbee, pleathe?" He cried around your finger, cock twitching and gushing another drop of precum.
You watched as it fell down to his lower belly, happy trail shiney from his torment. It made you hum as it glittered in the light but it was his stuttered breath when you swiped at the tip that made you look back up.
His eyes were full of tears again, chest heaving and flushed, staring at you wide and panicked. You furrowed a brow, glancing at the way he seemed to actually recoil from your touch, flattening himself against the wall and away from you as best as he could as his hips stuttered.
"What is it baby?" You cooed, voice softening.
"Ngh... i..." he stumbled over his words, skin shiney with a sheen of sweat, panicked look in his eyes still visible.
"What's wrong-?"
You were interrupted by his panting, head pressed back against the wall as his arched his body up into the air, groaning. His whole body began to shake, hips rocking into the air.
You glanced down, seeing the culprit in question: his poor, neglected dick. It was flushed red and twitching, precum dribbling down the veiny shaft and around the base, still half covered by the boxers you were barely able to pull a bit off of him. With every jolt of his hips, another bead came dripping out, leaving him to pant and push away, before rocking forward toward your thighs.
"Fuck," he choked, arms tensing with every pull against the ties, "Fuck i-i can't-"
A grin was immediately plastered onto your face, reacting the moment it clicked in your head what was happening.
You shifting forward, pressing your knees under his hips and grabbing his shaking thighs, pulling yourself flush against him as best as you could. Meanwhile he pulled away, garbled begs and whines filling the air as he struggled.
"So pretty..." you murmured, rubbing up and down his thigh soothingly with one hand as the other went back to pull the waistband further down, letting his cock twitch in the air
"No, no no no wait please!!" He hiccuped, squirming.
"Its okay... cum for me..." you cooed, watching as his resolve broke, ego flying out the window, and ecstasy filled his eyes.
With a load groan of your name, he came, ropes shooting out and painting his tank top, going as far as to reach his exposed collarbones. It shined, letting you focused your hazy vision on it as you gently rocked against him, giving yourself a sliver of stimulation at the same time.
"Baby! Fuck, oh fuck," he choked, voice whiny and shakey. He hung his head down, eyes screwed shut with a low moan as you finally wrapped your hand around his thick cock, deep and long strokes coaxing the last few dribbles of cum to lazily spill over him.
Chris shook as he sat there, slowly regaining his vision and dignity, ego bruised but somewhat satisfied from the orgasm your words and glances alone gave him. He blinked his eyes open, seeing the mess his made all over himself, twitching in overstimulation as your thumb rubbed over the tip with a hum.
Slowly, he looked up at you, seeing the evil glint in your eyes that made him thrust his hips up into your messy hand.
"...wanna see you do that again," you whispered, watching a slow grin spread across his face with every pant.
The Sins of Lust and Greed (Chris Cornell x Fem! Reader x Kurt Cobain)
SUMMARY: Two pretty musicians?!?!?!? At your beck and call?!!!?!?!?!? More likely than you think!
WARNINGS: 18+/MDNI ONLY! Female reader using she/her pronouns who is described having breasts and a vagina. Mentions of a threesome, BOYS KISSING... on a puss, major pussy eating, fingering, banter, fighting over your puss, squirting, purely self indulgent smut, sorry if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
(Kurt Taglist: @eternallybipanicking )
A/N: Wrote this for myself so its purely self indulgent asf... unedited and put together in one night. Im dying bc of finals and i needed motivation and this is it… feel free to crucify me... also I apologize, this is pure shit out of a butt for myself and I feel extra awful about my writing rn LMAO
If there was a hell, you were absolutely going there.
Not because of the time you ate your friend’s leftovers when you slept over, not because of the time you swallowed your anger down when someone else got recognition for the thing you worked so hard on, not because you thought of yourself as better than your competition, not because of the time you saw someone wear the same shirt as you but better, and certainly not because of that one time you were too lazy to take out the trash that someone else ended up doing it.
No, you were going down there because you were being absolutely greedy right now, staring down as the two prettiest boys you knew were on their knees, obscenely slurping away at your wet pussy.
You watched, with hooded eyes, as your favorite blonde and brunette panted and moaned into your cunt, tongues glossy and lashes fluttering as they borderline fought for dominance with their mouths. Their tongues ran over one another, breaths syncing as their pink muscles ran over your clit, pressing into one another in a sticky mess.
Kurt was on your left, and Chris was on your right. Both had one hand on your thigh, keeping your legs pried open and wide for their viewing and tasting, but they each held it open in their own uniquely ‘them’ way. It made you huff a small, breathless laugh as you noticed the way Kurt kept his fingers spread wide, gripping as much of your thigh as possible. He pressed his fingertips in deep, no doubt going to leave bruises in the shape of his hand as he gripped you into place. Chris, however, held you close. He held you with a soft but firm grip, rubbing circles into your sensitive skin with his thumb on occasion. He even pressed your leg up against the side of his head, pushing it over his shoulder and humming as the warmth of your body mixed with his own.
But that wasn’t the only thing that allowed your melting brain to be able to differentiate between the two suckling at your clit though the haze of stimulation, the way they indulged in your pussy was very clearly different.
Both were eaters through and through, too eager to drop on their knees and go to town for their own pleasure and enjoyment, but it was clear how different they saw this act in the way they moved about:
Kurt panted, pulling back for a second to breathe properly, tongue sticking out like a dog as his blonde locks covered his face. He swallowed harshly, other hand buried under his jeans. He crudely left the fly and button open, not even bothering to yank his boxers down before shoving his hand under the fabric and gripping his drooling cock. He would moan softly, turning to bite at your skin and make you squeal.
Chris denied himself, taking over as Kurt pulled away to press both hands on your pussy, using his thumbs to spread your lips open so he could get the full view. It made you squirm, whining softly as his soft breath tickled your skin and his eyes gazed down at the most intimate part of your body. Despite the fact that he was aching under his jeans, cock pulsing and straining almost painfully so, he ignored it, opting to quickly push a hand through his hair before spreading your cunt open once more, pink lips making a beeline to your throbbing clit.
His flushed lips wrapped around your clit, suckling it and making you buck, hands immediately going to his head as you scrambled for something, anything, to bring you back down to this earth. Kurt meanwhile pulled his cock out, moaning as he freed the pulsing shaft into the cool air.
“Fucking finally,” he murmured, pumping his hand fast and hard, watching as a mixture of drool and slick dripped onto the sheets under you with every slurp from Chris. His cock was so creamy at this point that it was dripping down to the carpet with every jerk of his fist, each roll of his hand making his hips stutter up.
“Come on,” Kurt rasped, voice whiny as he leaned in with wide eyes, “S'my turn.”
“Gimmie a sec,” Chris cooed, his eyes connecting with yours before pressing a soft kiss to your clit as Kurt huffed.
“I wanna-” Kurt murmured, cutting himself off to lean in and bite your thigh, leaving another mark with the array of others that decorated your skin.
“Mmmm, pretty pussy,” Chris said sweetly into your folds, taking a second to nudge his nose against your clit, lashes fluttering shut with a grin and a sigh.
You could only make garbled noises, a cross between shaky words and a moan as Kurt's chapped lips trailed down to your pussy, pressing kisses and bites down along the way. Chris continued to eat you like a man starved, teeth lightly pressing into the hood before soothing the sensation over with a slide of his tongue, ending with a suckle that left your vision spotty.
The two met in the middle with groans in tandem, making you clench around nothing as the vibrations of their makeshift duet buzzed on your skin. Your toes curled, underwear hanging limp around the ankle of the leg draped over Chris’ shoulder, soaked and awaying with every hiccup and wiggle of your body.
Your skin was sweaty, graphic tee pulled up over the swell of your chest to bunch at your neck, decorated in love bites and hickies, courteousy of the boys earlier. Your forehead was shiny, eyes glassy and lips parted as you gazed down at the two tongues fighting over your clit, pressing into one another as they fought for their rightful place between your legs.
The scent of sex and greed was thick in the air, making a lazy grin spread across your face. Yea, you were probably going to hell for this, but you were too blessed with the current view to really care.
“Fuck yes…” you whispered to yourself, letting your head fall back onto the pillows, Kurt's moans and Chris’ hums echoing in the room, along with the wet sounds that would make any sane person blush.
"Gonna leave me to cum in my hand like its my first time?" Kurt murmured into your clit, making Chris chuckle.
You jerked your head back up with a low noise, blinking fast with a dazed look on your face that made Chris grin, "Poor baby, so fucked out and we barely made you cum once..."
Kurt leaned his head against your thigh, soft locks tickling your skin with a soft laugh. He pressed a kiss to one of the already formed bruises as Chris sat up on his knees, leaning over to let some spit drool onto your pussy.
He then ran his thick fingers around your clit, rubbing circles with his pointer and middle before dragging it through your folds to where you ached to feel a familiar stretch, spreading the mixture of saliva and arousal all over you.
"Oh sweet girl... you that desperate for us?" He laughed softly, fucking the tips of his fingers in.
Kurt sighed, a slow smile crinkling the corners of his eyes, "Shit, look at her... fuck her for a bit, yea?"
You could only stare as the two schemed in front of you with a cut-off breath. Chris nodded, twisting his palm up before pushing his long fingers inside, gently fucking into your gummy walls with a hum as you squeezed around him.
"Fuckin...!" You croaked, belly swarming with butterflies as you thanked all that was holy for giving you not just one, but two guitarists.
"Spread her for me?" Kurt's voice was so soft despite the rasp, eyes trained on the way you took Chris' fingers.
"She's not gonna last very long... pretty cunt is squeezing me so fucking good," Chris chuckled, "Gonna cream all over me so good..."
Kurt nodded fast, pushing hair from his face before leaning back down. Your mind was spinning, the room heating up with every second. You squeezed your eyes shut, the tension brewing in your stomach growing more and more overwhelming. You started moving more sporadically, hands running over the sheets to grasp at anything within reach to ground you. You ended up with your left hand making a ponytail in Kurt's hair and your right hand fisting the sheets until your hands went pale, both shaking.
"Keep doing that, oh fuck she feels so good around my fingers," Chris sighed, pulling your leg against his cheek again, "Can't wait to feel her around my cock after this..."
Kurt pulled away with a pop, making you squeal and jump, "Nah uh, I'm gonna fuck her first!"
Chris scoffed, "I made her cum first."
"Only because I let you."
"Let me?! You practically shoved me out of the way!"
"Ohhhh shit," you whispered. With every word, Chris shoved his fingers in deeper for emphasis, fingers curling slowly as they reached that one spongey spot that had you blanking.
Kurt had pulled away, but replaced his lips with his hand, splaying it over your mons. He left his thumb over your clit, pressing it hard and fast in tandem with his own words, the combination of clitoral and vaginal stimulation making you lose the ability to speak entirely as you got closer and closer to that little death. But the pair was too busy to notice, going back and forth about who should get their fill of you first.
"Why don't we just fuck her together-" Chris offered, a loud and high pitched cry making the both of them whip around.
"Holy FUCK!!!" You all but screamed, back arching off the bed as the knot in your belly snapped and you came around their fingers.
Both of them stared slackjawed, watching as you shuddered, biting down on your bottom lip as your cunt spazmed and drenched their hands, thighs shaking and skin covered in goosebumps. They knelt there, mentally taking a picture of their girl in the model image of pure ecstasy to use as jerk off material for the next months.
You collapsed with a broken moan and a gasp of air, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grinned, laugh caught in your throat as your body relaxed. It was like releasing all your tension in that one singular moment, collapsing back onto your bed as the two knelt there, borderline about to cum in their pants (and hands free in Kurt's case) from watch you alone.
You cried out for a brief second as they moved their hands away, slowly pulling back to glance at the glossy cream that coated their skin. Kurt immediately shoved his thumb into his mouth as Chris stared at the shine in the light, turning his wrist to see it clearly.
"Well shit," Chris blinked, jaw still dropped. Kurt just swallowed, hard.
The two glanced at each other, before turning back to your exhausted frame, watching as your chest rose and fell with every quick breathe and post-orgasm giggle.
"So uh... who you wanna fuck first?" Kurt tilted his head, swatting your thigh with a grin.
"I still think I should first, since i made you cum first," Chris stated, matter of factly.
You could barely lift your head up off the pillow to look at them, staring at their stupid grins and hard cocks, one sticking straight up in the air and another forming an obnoxious tent in his jeans. It was like neither one of them seemed to think about giving you a break and a sip of water after dehydrating yourself with the biggest orgasm of your life.
"Fuck off," you could only say before your head fell back into the pillows.
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.
pleaseeee chris smut with a lot of body worship!!!
This kinda sucks im sorry ☹️
18+/NSFW!!! MDNI!!!!! Chris Cornell x F!Reader. Reader has breasts and a vagina but no description. Mentions of reader referred to as girl, plenty of dirty talk, body worship!!!!, some minor religion mentions/references, soft but still intense, borderline feral Chris, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, etc.), mating presses, lots of compliments, size kink and it won't fit talk, I think thats it!
Everything around you was hazy. It was blobs of color and shapes that you could barely makeout as your vision went from double, back to a blurry single.
The sheets were soft, cradling you as you laid with your arms besides your head. You were pretty sure you looked a mess, chest heaving and skin sticky as your hands flailed to grip his biceps as he leaned over you.
A soft chuckle broke the fuzzy silence, making the still air vibrate as you started to come back down to earth. Your eyes focused on the ringlets of hair that swayed softly in the air, his head hung as he glanced down between your connected bodies.
"So pretty," he cooed, dipping down to press wet kisses from your sternum to your collarbones.
You choked on saliva as he used this path to press himself deeper into you, the stretch of your body accommodating the thickness of his cock as he fed another inch into you.
"Pretty pussy so fucken tight," he huffed under his breath, eyes squeezing shut as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.
Everything in his body was lit aflame, begging him to shove himself into the gripping heat that was your warm and welcoming cunt, sucking him in and pushing him out so crudely. It made his brain blank out every few seconds, the gentleness he was known being replaced by the pure brutality and need to fuck his fat cock into your tight hole.
You felt him drool onto your skin as you whined, hips digging themselves into the mattress as his breath fawned over you. It made your nipples pebble, the warmth of each pant tickling your skin so sweetly.
"Such a gorgeous body..." he rasped, pushing himself up with shaky hands to loom over you again. He caged you in, one hand resting beside each side of your head as he shifted enough to make the mattress squeak underneath you.
"Hold on baby, gonna push in more-"
"Chris," you found your voice blurting out, whiney and slurred, "Can't take anymore-"
"Shhhh," he leaned on one elbow, a large calloused hand coming to cup your face. His thumb traced your bottom lip, gently tugging you to look at him.
His pupils were blown, huge, and the ring of blue was dark as he gazed down at you, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stared at his nearly wrecked girl, "You can do more for me, know you can-"
"Baby," you hiccuped, "I'm so full-"
"I know, I know," he cooed, fingers shifting to trace your jawline and down your neck, pausing to run over the dark marks he had left earlier, "But i know you can take more of me..."
He leaned down to slot his face into the crook of your neck, borderline moaning as the scent of you overwhelmed him. He fought the urge to shove the last few inches into you with a tight thrust, the scent of sweat and sex making it a biblical level of torture to hold back from shoving the rest of his veiny shaft into his personal heaven.
His hands were on your hips now, thumbs pressed to rub hearts into your skin as he panted softly, voice muffled as he rasped, "Love this body... these fucking hips and these legs..."
His hands went down to grip your thighs, pushing them down against you as he adjusted his grip.
"Oh god Chris-" you garbled, eyes rolling back.
He sighed, a smile gracing his face as his eyes fluttered shut. He pressed his hips flushed to yours, effectively pinning your knees against his shoulders. He slot perfectly in you, cock pressed firmly and fully into you.
The stretch was more than enough to have you blank out, brain going fuzzy and empty as the stress of the world disappeared in one shaky gasp.
"Such a perfect cunt..." he crooned, pressing a wet kiss to your leg, "You were made with absolutely fucking perfection in mind, sweetheart, I just know it..."
He began to babble, as he usually did when he got lost in you. From the very scent of you down to the feel of your warmth enveloping his soul, it was easy for him to sink his knees down to the mattress and borderline pray at your altar, "S-so perfect, so fucking gorgeous can't help but f-fuck my cock into you... mmm fuck can't help it, sweetness, m'sorry I just... need this perfect body to make me feel good... is that okay? C-can I use you to make me feel good?"
"Yes Chris," you said airly as he pulled himself out, pushing back in with a pace that took the breath out of your lungs, "Please..."
"Thank you," he hissed, forehead pressed to your chest, tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of your sweat, "Fucking thank you..."
something really comfy like on a rainy day,low light, cuddles and things are just going that way.
Soft and domestic but also horny is a combo that gets me everytime, unfortunately 😖😖😖😖😖 ESPECIALLY WITH CHRIS LIKE.... YEASSSSSSSS
18+/NSFW!! MDNI!!!!
Chris Cornell x F! Reader. Uses she/her pronouns and is described to have a vagina. Use of pet names (baby, my girl, sweetheart, my love), established relationship, cunnilingus bc Chris is a munch, very domestic and intimate and vanilla, nonsexual nudity at beginning, very silly and cuteeeeee, referring to vagina as own being (idk how to describe that LMAO it's better than it sounds I SWEAR).
You were wet. And not even the fun kind, but the kind that soaks through every layer and leaves you stepping in perpetual wet sock puddles. It was the kind that hits you right in your bones, the cold ache gnawing through your skin and leaving your body significantly colder than the temperature a normal human body should be.
You sniffled as you stepped through the front door, ignoring the sound of water droplets plopping on the wood panels and on the welcome mat, blinking glumly as Chris' voice echoed throughout the apartment, "Baby?"
You just sniffed, hard, letting the door closed behind you as you stared at the floor, mentally and emotionally accepting that you did, in fact, get caught in surprise rain on the day you thought it would be good enough to walk. And it didn't help that the wind chill picked up, making the spray feel like it came straight from the fridge, frost accumulating on the sides of the glass from how cold it really was.
His steps echoed as he emerged from the kitchen of your little apartment, wiping his hands on the red checkered towel he had with him before glancing at you, smile faltering as he stared at what looked like the wet cat equivalent of his girlfriend.
"Oh baby!" He was unable to srop himself from cracking a pity smile, voice a coo as he rushed towards you, hands extended to cup your cheeks.
You jyst sighed happily, the warmth of his hands on your freezing skin feeling like salvation. To him, you felt like an ice cube, making him hiss at the temperature but let you melt into his grip anyway.
He watches your tense shoulders sag and the plastic bag of last minute groceries fall to the floor, spilling and rolling over the puddles.
"Jesus your soaked," he murmured, glancing up and down.
"That's what she said..." you replied in a weak, tiny voice, whining softly as his hands pulled away.
Instantly, you were pulling at the clothes on your body, pulling off the heavy weight so it could smack onto the floor. Chris rushed to the bathroom in the meantime, grabbing a plastic bag and your towel. After unceremoniously shoving the towel in the dryer on medium for 2 minutes, he rushed back to the front door where you were stripping to your wet underwear.
"...this a hot strip tease?" You murmured as you glanced up to see him standing there with an amused smile.
"Absolutely," he chuckled, reaching down to pull your soaked clothes into the bag.
By the time you were yanking off your socks with a shiver, the dryer rang, prompting him to run off again. It was a nice distraction, watching him jog off in his oversized sweater and sweatpants, wearing the colorful socks you jokingly included in his birthday gift from the last year. He honestly seemed more exciting at the "joke" gift you gave him than his actual gift, using them regularly. But it was nice seeing him wear them, a subtle reminder that even the silliest things you did for him were appreciated.
Suddenly, your vision went dark. With a cry and a flinch, you realized that you were enveloped by a warm, dry towel. Chris just laughed softly, wrapping the towel, and his arms, around you, completely encasing you in a soft warmth that felt like a hug from a warm heaven.
Your body succumbed to the soft warmth, knees buckling before you swayed right against his chest, using him as your crutch. A chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep and soothing against your ear as the sound of his heartbeat started to sound clearer through the thickness of the towel.
"Mmmmm," you moaned softly, bliss replacing the chill.
"Come on," he cooed, shifting to press his lips by your ear, "let's go lay down..."
Your feet moved automatically, shuffling along the carpet until you reached the couch, letting yourself collapse onto the stacks of pillows with a huff, looking akin to a burrito fallen on the cushions.
Chris grinned, reaching down to pull your legs onto the cushions, "Oh isn't that much nicer than being in the rain?"
You just rolled your eyes, humming as he moved to adjust your head, carefully adjusting your towel to cradle around your head like a halo. He was careful to make sure you got no droplets on the couch, all areas covered and warm.
"Want something warm to drink?" He hummed, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you glanced up.
"Mmmm no... just want you..."
He cooed, "Okay, give me a sec... dinner is almost ready... made your favorite too."
"Mmfmmm..."
His feet padded softly as he walked off, the clacking of dishes and silverware following soon after, lulling your body from its annoyed state into a relaxed one. The scent of your home and of Chris wafting in the air... along with your favorite food... it was all so perfect.
The lights were dimmed and warm, lulling you into breathing slower as the muffled soft voices of advertisers on the cable shopping channel droned on in the background, the best white noise for that moment as you laid there in soft bliss.
Chris' padding came back, shifting closer before pausing to set down a plate of your favorite on the coffee table with a hum. He reached a hand out, fingertips brushing feather light against your cheek with a deep rumble from his chest.
"Sweetheart... you still awake?" His voice was sugary and quiet, his smile coming into your bleary eyed view.
"Mhm..." you shifted, eyeing the plate, "Thank you..."
He just beamed, shifting to sit beside you as you eagerly reached out. In your struggle through the rain, you completely forgot to eat the snack you had set aside as you had to skip lunch in your rush out of the house. The thought made you wince, knowing very well that the plastic baggie of food you made was probably laying in a puddle in the streets... resting in the place where you tripped and fell.
The memory made you remember your bruised knees, where you had fallen after tripping over loose rocks and straight into a puddle... before getting splashed by a passing car... all the while, you had no umbrella.
It was a very bad day, to say the least.
You sighed, leaning back with a furrow of your brows, digging in soon after.
"You okay?" He cooed, reaching up to trail his hand by your ear.
With a nod, you took a bite. Comfort spread across your tongue, the warmth of home reminding you that despite the awful day you had, things could get better, one spoonful of your favorite food at a time.
After gulping about half in less than five minutes, you finally turned to see the half lidded eyes watching you, hand holding up his head as he leaned against the end of the couch. There you were, the most beautiful shining star he had ever seen... draped in a fuzzy blanket, butt ass naked underneath, drying off from the soaking you were thoroughly given just hours prior, with a mouthful of food, staring back at him with wide eyes.
With a hard swallow and an averted gaze, you murmured, "A-aren't you gonna eat...?"
"Yea... kinda hungry..." his voice came out deep and slow as he shifted closer to you.
After filling your empty stomach, getting fully dried off, AND dessert, you found yourself laying on your back, giving Chris his own version of dinner.
You reached a hand over your head, nails digging into the soft fabric of the couch's arm, back arching from the pillow placed strategically under your lower back.
"Mmm!" He hummed, fingers pressed into your thighs, keeping them pried open despite your tensing to shut them.
"Holy fuck," you choked, other hand running over his curls.
You pulled his hair into a makeshift ponytail, crying out as his tongue wrapped around your sensitive bud, suckling hard enough for a strike of lightning to shoot up your spine and sending goosebumps back down.
"Thought you were hungry," you wheeze, pulling his hair hard enough for him to whine, head yanked away from your wet heat.
He panted softly, lips and chin covered in shine and pupils blown so wide that they looked black as he gazed up at you. He grinned, winking before his tongue ran over his swollen bottom lip, "I was... feeling better now..."
He tried to reach back down, only to groan again as you pulled him away, staring down as he narrowed his eyes, "I meant for food."
"This is my food... my favorite meal," he grinned, chin shining under the glare of the tv, neglected to play infomercials.
You huffed, letting your head fall back and your eyes squeeze shut as he noisily kissed your clit, making you squirm and flush.
"Muah!" He cooed, leaning back with a breathy laugh, "A big kiss for my girl..."
He shifted closer towards you, humming as his lips brushed against your own, voice soft as he shared the sweet taste of your cunt, "And a kiss for my other girl, too..."
"Mmmm," you hummed into the kiss, your tongue running over the plushness of his bottom lip, "That's your whole fill for the night-?"
"That's just the appetizer, my love," he interrupted, his hands going to his belt as he knelt beside you, "Gonna make sure my girls are nice and full of me first..."
