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“Aren’t you supposed to be on stage soon?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow.
Undiluted yearning radiates from those deep brown eyes as he responds, “I always have time for you, sweetheart.”
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“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!”
The crowd cries out for the beloved lead of Corroded Coffin to appear.
Backstage, the only thing he is focused on is the sound of your voice crying the same thing.
The ground pulses beneath your feet with the heavy thrum of metal. Even here, in the dimly lit room backstage, you can hear the opening act perfectly well. Some small-town band of old friends, not at all unlike how Corroded Coffin first started. You smile softly and drain the dregs from your can of Coke. They’re good. Really good, if you’re being honest. Eddie had made an excellent choice when selecting who would accompany his band on their tour of the states.
You stoop down to check yourself in the mirror. Picking up an eyeliner that isn’t yours, you correct the smudged mess that’s overtaken your left eye. Eddie won’t mind, you share most things with your boyfriend anyway. Your smile widens at the photographs crammed into the edge of the frame, a collage of memories of you and the metalhead. You’d transferred to Hawkins High a semester before graduation, and for that, he’d called you his lucky charm. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart,” he’d said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before climbing the stage to flip Higgins the bird and collect his diploma. Your smiling faces peer out from under your graduation caps in the photos you’d taken that afternoon.
Next to them, are countless snapshots of your short history together. Your first Corroded Coffin concert. Your first Christmas together. Your second Halloween, where after a significant amount of begging and bribery you had convinced Eddie to be the Goblin King to your Sarah. The first of a long line of couples’ costumes if you had anything to say about it. Oh my god, I’m such a dork. You almost laugh aloud but something in the mirror catches you off guard. A wild mess of curls and wide brown eyes fill your vision.
“Eddie!” You spin around, one hand flying up to clutch your chest in shock. You hadn’t even heard him come in over the music.
“Hey,” he says with a crooked grin, “I missed you.”
“Jesus, Eddie,” you laugh a little, and his eyes light up with mischief, “you scared me.” The scent of smoke and motor oil envelopes you as he closes his arms around you. Your eyes flutter shut and you take the moment to just breathe him in.
“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair. He pulls back to look at you, a sheepish smile replacing the grin from a moment before. “Couldn’t resist.”
You swat him playfully on the arm, though you can't help the smile that spreads across your features even as you roll your eyes. “Dork,” you reply, the affectionate insult rolling off your tongue.
“Yeah,” he shrugs. “But I'm your dork.” He punctuates the statement with a light prod of his index finger against your nose. Your resulting laughter is infectious and soon you are both bent over in a fit of uncontrollable giggling. Only when the need for air outweighs the urge to laugh, do you suck in a long and greedy breath. As you do, your eyes fall on the old beaten-up clock propped up between a beer and the wall.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on stage soon?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow.
Undiluted yearning radiates from those deep brown eyes as he responds, “I always have time for you, sweetheart.”
You smile as he brings his lips to yours. Smoke and beer on his breath, his beringed fingers tilt your chin upwards to grant him easier access.
“Mhm,” you murmur against him. The sound is swallowed by the kiss entirely, unheard even as he pulls you closer with his other hand on your lower back. Flush against him, you feel a thick hardness pushing up to you below his belt. Wandering hands trace the curves of your body. One creeps down to cup your ass as you are guided back, step by step, toward the dresser. The other tangles in your hair.
Your breath is knocked from your chest as your thighs hit the counter. A grunt of pleasure rumbles through Eddie’s chest to yours. The vibrations ignite a fire deep within your core. Downwards it sinks until it settles between your legs.
“Eddie,” you breathe, as he trails his lips from your jaw to the hollow of your neck. Painted fingernails clutch feverishly to his denim-clad back. Pulling away for only a moment, his eyes pierce yours as he tears away the jacket. His hands are back on you before it hits the floor. Warm palms ease you up onto the table. They spread your legs apart, squeezing and kneading the flesh of your thighs. Higher and higher they creep, the heat in your core building with every brush of his skin against yours. Your skirt pushed up to your waist, he grins at the small lacy black thing you wear beneath it. It is the only thing separating him from the burning heat of your pussy.
He groans a low sound of approval and passes a thumb over the thin material. You shiver under his touch, a desperate mewl of want slipping past your lips. Incensed by your moan, he takes hold of your panties in both hands and tears them away. Somewhere in the room, they land with a soft thump.
“Mmm,” he hums appreciatively and presses his face to your inner thigh. His eyes close as he brings his mouth to the soft flesh there. Breathing deeply, he kisses you. A trail of lips and tongue and teeth which inches closer and closer to your cunt.
“Fuck, Eddie,” you quiver under him. “I—” A single touch takes all thought from you. A quick dart of his tongue against your centre. Without thought — without control — your hips buck forward, following the bliss of his lips. On his knees now, Eddie looks up at you. His chocolate-brown eyes sparkle with desire as he watches you squirm. His tongue swirls around your clit, and each flick of the sensitive bud sends a shiver darting up your spine and a cry shattering from your lips.
His hands trace over your hips and thighs. He guides your legs so that one rests on either shoulder, the movement spreading your cunt out like a feast before a king. He groans against your mound, your slickness coating his tongue with every swipe. Clamping his hands down on either thigh, he anchors you against him, not once breaking contact with your pussy. A pulsing wave builds in your core and you shudder with the force of it.
“Oh fuck,” you cry, your hands forming fists on the table edge. A dark chuckle rumbles against your cunt as he enjoys the sight of you squirming. The vibrations send you over the edge. Your whole body seizes involuntarily as ripple after ripple of pleasure overrides your senses. Your legs are weak, too wobbly to stand, as Eddie rises from his knees. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, before running his tongue across kiss-plumped lips. Your eyes track the movement, the hunger to taste him building again even in the wake of your orgasm.
You watch greedily as he presses his palm against the bulge in his jeans. You tip forward and crush your mouth to his, tongues clashing as you chase the taste of him. Reaching down to his belt, you find his fingers already there, slipping the band free. Your hands retreat upwards, trailing over the firm muscle just beneath his shirt to get lost in his hair. Your nails curl against Eddie's scalp and you feel his breathy moan as you tug lightly at his roots.
“Shit,” he murmurs against your mouth. “I want you.”
“Eddie,” you reply, his name the only word that fills your mind.
You hear the zip of his jeans open, the shifting of material, and look down just as his cock springs free. Hard in his hand, he strokes the impressive length.
“Fuck,” you moan in unison as he nudges his tip against your pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he moans, circling your clit with his cock. You quiver beneath him as his head slips through your folds, taunting — teasing.
“Please Eddie,” you whine. Your hips lift from the dresser but he does not allow it. Firm hands plant you solidly back down. Before you have a moment to think he is inside of you. His mouth on yours, he groans with pleasure the instant he pushes into your cunt. A roll of his hips and his cock pushes against your back wall. You see stars behind your eyelids as he fills you again and again. Like fireworks, the pressure to explode fizzles beneath your skin with every stroke. Beneath your shirt, a hand creeps up to cup your breast. Rough fingertips brush over your nipple and you can't help but tremble.
Your name is a whispered prayer on his breath. He moans it against your neck as he drags his lips across the sensitive skin.
“You’re so fucking good,” his voice is deep, a husky groan which vibrates down to your core. “So fucking good.”
He hitches one of your legs higher, over his hip. The position brings you closer, and somehow his cock reaches an even greater depth.
“Fuck, Eddie,” his name tumbles from your mouth, husky and breathless. You feel your walls being forced to stretch — to accommodate his girth so deep inside you.
“Eddie,” you whimper again, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. He groans, shifting to open his neck to you. You trace the curve with your lips. Then your tongue. You feel him shudder and his rhythm falters for just a moment.
“Shit,” he mumbles. His voice can barely be heard over the chanting voices outside as he adjusts position and thrusts into you once more.
Again his name erupts from your lips. Again and again, like a prayer, you whisper it to him. Each one a desperate moan as he fills you over and over. A quick succession of faster thrusts has the table spilling its contents on the floor. Bottles and cans clatter around you, unnoticed as together you meet your maker. The groan of release that shatters through Eddie is ruinous. If you hadn’t already tumbled into ecstasy, it alone could be your undoing. Your pussy clenches around him as you rest your forehead against his, panting.
“God damn,” he breathes. You can hear the smile in his voice. “You’re incredible.” You stare as he removes himself from between your legs. He catches the pooling fluids with a clean shirt before they hit your skirt and tosses it in the trash as he walks to the door. His hand rests on the handle. Still spent from the force of your orgasm you can only watch as he prepares to leave.
“You’re late,” you say wryly with a slight chuckle that catches in your throat. Try as you might, it is difficult to hide the disappointment that he now must go. The crowd’s chanting swells from beyond the door. They want him. “You better give them what they want before they come get you.”
He turns his head to look back at you. His hair, wilder now than you've ever seen, brackets his smiling face as he shakes his head.
“Let them try,” he laughs and clicks the lock on the door.
Amazing art by glitter_djenna. Commissioned through Fiverr. Title added with Canva. This is the cover for my extremely multi-chapter fic, shipping Inu no Taishō/Izayoi, and Inu no Taishō/Sesshōmaru’s mother. Cross-posted to AO3 and FFN. I hope you enjoy!
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Long before he would give his life for a human woman, the Great Dog General was a warrior lord—proud, powerful, and bound by duty to a daiyōkai as cold as moonlight. But hearts do not always obey the rules of blood and honor, and love is never straightforward or simple.
This is the story of Tōga, the Inu no Taishō. How he learns to become someone beyond just a general and care for the fragile lives he once dismissed. The story of the centuries-long ache between him and Sesshōmaru’s mother. The story of a forbidden mortal love.
A story of love, betrayal, courtly manners, war, and impossible choices.
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