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Meet Me After the Show

Eddie and his band, Corroded Coffin are starting to make it big, concerts, recording deals, the whole nine yards, but they’re still kind of underground. You’re their number one fan, head over heels for their heartthrob lead singer/guitarist.

Back at it again with the filth. 😈

Warnings for poor self-esteem/body image issues. Rockstar!Eddie x PlusSize!Virgin!Reader, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Pet-names (sweetheart/princess), Oral(Male and Female Receiving) Implications of Free-use, Cum Eating

MINIORS DNI

Credit to @pitifulbaby on the photo

You stood in line anxiously waiting your turn to take a photo after the Corroded Coffin show. Their lead singer/guitarist was your celebrity crush and you were swooning at the sight of him, all sweaty from the performance, his wild hair swishing as he spoke with his fans animatedly, you eye his bare arms lingering on his tattoos. Before too long it’s your turn, you step forward and he’s beaming at you, looking you right in the eyes, his chocolate brown irises twinkling. “Hello, so nice to meet you! What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You answer shyly. “It’s lovely to meet you too.”

“I’m Eddie.” he gestures to himself as if you don’t know. He gasps suddenly and his hand darts out grabbing your wrist, he holds your arm alongside his own, “Awww, look we match.” He lines up his bat tattoo with your own that you’d gotten in honour of him.

You blush looking away, he drops your arm and positions himself for a photo, pulling you in close.

“Smile,” he whispers in your ear.

You feel like you’re floating on a cloud, everything about the experience feels so surreal.

You step back expecting the interaction to be over after the photo is taken, but he’s pulling you back in for a hug, whispering into your ear again, “If you wanna stick around for a bit I’ll be back once the crowd clears.” He steps back giving you a wink.

What? What was that? You can’t believe your ears, you nod mutely before stepping away.

The crowd had dissipated and you’ve been standing off to the side waiting for 20 minutes… 30 minutes… an hour, feeling more and more ridiculous by the minute. Maybe you’d misheard him, maybe he didn’t really mean anything by it, maybe it was the sort of thing he said to all the girls. After all, what would he want with someone like you? You’d had this sort of thing your whole life, guys only ever asking you out as a joke, making fun of you, doing the stupidest shit just to embarrass and humiliate you. You could feel tears beginning to prick at the corner of your eyes, balling up your fist No, no don’t cry, don’t be dumb, just leave you think to yourself trying to suppress your emotions. But then you see him, trotting towards you, curls bouncing, smiling widely.

“Hey, there you are. Sorry you had to wait so long, got caught up signing autographs, wanted to make sure everyone that wanted one got one.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

You’re reeling, it feels like you’re on a roller-coaster of highs and lows tonight.

You giggle, “Aww you’re so sweet. I kind of thought you forgot about me though, didn’t really expect you to show up.” You toe at the ground staring at your feet.

He leans against the wall beside you, “Oh, I could never forget about you, sweetheart. Girl as pretty as you? Never.”

You scoff, “Yeah, right. So umm… why… why did you want me to wait for you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Sweetheart, I want to… get to know you.” He replies suggestively with a smirk.

You splutter, “What? Why?”

“Like, I said you’re pretty, I’m interested. And if I could be so bold, I think you might be too… right?” Grinning all the while. “It’s fine if you’re not though, that’s ok, really.” He rushes to add, leaning back, smile dropping slightly.

Your head snaps up, you look at him wide-eyed, “No. no, I am… interested, I mean. It’s just I’ve never really done anything like this.”

“Never been with a rockstar before, hmmm? That’s ok I’ll go easy on you.” He says cockily.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“So you wanna get out of here, go back to your place?” He suggests.

You nod eagerly.

“You got a car or should I call a taxi?”

“Yeah I drove here, just me, none of my friends are really into this stuff.” You shrug.

“No boyfriend to take you out?” He probes

“No, no boyfriend.” You sigh.

“Well, lead the way sweetheart.” He says with a sweeping bow and a gesture of his hand.

“Here we are.” You pull your keys out unlocking your car.

As you turn over the engine your radio clicks to life, blaring Corroded Coffin, you cringe.

“Awww, my little fangirl, you were listening to our music on your way here.”

“Shut up!” You protest hating how whiny it comes out.

“No, I think it’s cute. You musta been soooo excited.” He continues teasing.

You slap his arm playfully, “Enough, just let me drive.”

He pokes his tongue out at you.

A few moments pass before he blurts out suddenly, “You uh… you got condoms at home? I didn’t bring any.”

“No, I mean it’s not like I was expecting anything like this to happen.”

“That’s ok, you know anywhere we can stop along the way?”

“Yeah uh there’s a shop just around the corner from me, they’d have some.”

You lead him through the aisles, ‘til you get to the right one, you stand back surveying the options, “Which, um.. which one…” you trail off as he reaches over your head, one hand resting on your shoulder as he plucks an item off the shelf.

“These’ll do.”

“Should we… should we get anything else?” You mumble.

“Nah, I’m all set. Why, you need something?”

“No it’s just… what will the cashier think?” You whisper back at him, scandalised.

“Fuck the cashier, let ‘em think whatever they want. Let everyone here know, I’m here to fuck a beautiful girl.” He shouts a little louder than you’re comfortable with.

You slap him again, “Shhhhh! People are staring.”

He laughs, “So what, they’re just jealous I’m here with the prettiest girl in the room.”

“No, really shut up now.” You mutter, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Ok, ok.” He holds up his hands in mock surrender, “Let’s go then.”

You’re standing at your front door fumbling with your keys, you can feel his breath, hot on the back of your neck.

You open the door, flipping on the lights as you step inside. Holding the door open you welcome him in, you close it behind him. You turn to see him, hands jammed into his pockets, rocking on his heels and grinning broadly. You slip off your shoes by the door and he follows in suit.

“So, you want something to drink or-“

You begin to offer but he cuts you off, his lips slamming into yours eagerly, his hands snaking around you. You gasp, caught by surprise, he takes advantage of this, slipping his tongue in alongside your own. You moan deep in the back of your throat as your eyes flutter closed. He’s pushing you back against the front door, one hand rising to cup the back of your head so that you don’t hurt yourself as you stumble back, allowing him to guide you. The two of you break apart gasping for breath. “So where’s the bedroom?” He asks.

“Oh, wow right to the point there.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…”

You stop him pressing a hand to his shoulder, “No… it’s ok. We can… this way.” You slide your hand down his arm to grasp his hand, leading him to your room.

“Sorry, about the mess.” You mumble straightening up haphazardly.

“Mess? What mess?” He scans the room, “This is nothing princess, don’t be embarrassed on my account.”

He tosses the box of condoms onto your bedside table before unbuckling his belt and tugging his jeans to his ankles, kicking them off. His shirt follows soon after as he hooks a hand through one of the arm holes tossing it aside, it lands by your bed. You hesitate under his gaze, “Now you sweetheart.” He urges.

You’re feeling self conscious as you mimic his actions, starting with your skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pile around you. You tug at the hem of your shirt with shaky hands, you can’t meet his eye as you pull it over your head and let it drop beside you. Your curves are exposed, every roll, every stretch mark and every perceived flaw. You curl your arms around yourself, shielding yourself from his view as you feel yourself flushing under his gaze.

“Hey, sweetheart don’t hide yourself, I wanna enjoy the view.” He pouts in protest.

“I’m sorry. It’s just, I’m so… I look…” You begin to stutter.

He steps closer, hooking a finger beneath your chin and pulling your head up to face him, “You look perfect, is what you are.” He cuts you off, mouth twisting into a frown. “And if anyone has ever made you feel otherwise, they are dead wrong, princess.”

He grabs your hand pressing it into his hardening length to prove his point, “Just look at what you do to me.”

Your eyes widen, you press your thighs together unconsciously.

“But, uhhh…I’m not exactly experienced when it comes to this, I meant what I said before I’ve never done anything like this.” You admit.

“Oh… ohhhhh.” His eyes widen in understanding, “You meant like never ever, not just like one-night stand kinda thing? Oh god, oh no I was so forward with you. I’m sorry. Do you… are you sure you still wanna do this? The first time… it should be special, you know?” He rambles.

“Do you… still wanna do this?” You counter.

“God, yes. More than ever, but if you don’t… if you wanna stop at any point I totally get that.”

“Honestly, I don’t think it could ever get better than this for me.” You sigh.

“It really could be though, girl like you deserves all kinds of romance, all the bells and whistles especially before your first.”

“I want this though.” You insist.

“You’re sure?” He confirms once again.

You nod.

“And remember, any time you wanna stop, just say the word. I won’t get mad, promise.” He adds solemnly.

“Yep.” You reply shortly.

He moves his hand to cradle the side of your face, swooping in to kiss you in earnest. You kiss back as he guides you to the edge of the bed until the backs of your thighs are pressing into the mattress. He lowers you back onto the bed gently, breaking contact. Your eyes snap open searching for his, you see him pushing down his boxers and slowly stroking up and down his length eyeing you greedily. Your jaw drops as you take in the size of him. He taps your thigh gently and motions for you to move further back, you scoot back and he joins you on the bed continuing his slow, steady strokes.

“You can touch it, you know? Get better acquainted with it.” He teases.

You wrap your hand around his length loosely, he drops his hand over yours guiding your grip, “Yeah just like that, sweetheart.”

You swipe a thumb over his tip on the upstroke and he lets out a deep, rumbling moan.

You look up at him watching his reactions to your motions, “Can I… can I suck it?” You ask tentatively, you begin to salivate.

“Oh, of course you can princess. We can do whatever you want.” He offers.

You wet your lips in anticipation as you kneel between his thighs, leaning in you press a soft kiss to his tip, he chuckles, you proceed to lick a strip all the way from the base to the flared head. Precum dribbles down his length, collecting in the thatch of curls at his crotch, you close your mouth over the weeping head and hollow your cheeks. He gives a low moan, “God, yes that’s perfect, do that again.”

You sink lower on his cock taking more of him into your mouth, moving a little too quickly, you pull back abruptly as you gag, eyes watering.

He strokes your cheek, “Hey, hey take it easy sweetheart. Take your time, we’ve got all night.”

You nod and go back for another attempt, slower this time, you manage to take more than before clenching your hands as the urge to gag rises again, you manage to suppress it this time. His hand comes to rest in your hair gently, not pushing or pulling just there, soothing over the crown of your head. You’re getting sloppy, drool leaks out of the corners of your mouth dribbling down your chin, mingling with his precum at his base. His breathy moans urging you on, you feel him throbbing on your tongue. Wetness pools in your underwear, soaking through the gusset and you find yourself whining around him. He rubs circles into your arm before easing you off of him gently.

“Was that… was that ok? Why did you stop me?” You gasp as you catch your breath.

“Oh, sweetheart that was amazing.” He croons, “You did so good for me, but I had to stop before all of this ended far too soon.”

He flips you onto your back, your head resting against the pillows, he moves to hover over you, hands pressed into the mattress by your shoulders. He presses his lips to yours fervently, you allow his tongue to glide over yours. He nips at your lower lip before moving to trail soft kisses slowly down your neck. He reaches a hand around you, unclasping your bra with a flick of his wrist. The cups loosen and he’s pushing them aside to press his lips lower and lower until he is circling a nipple with the tip of his tongue. You let out a breathy moan as he latches on to it, sucking and laving at it with his tongue. You slip your arms out of the garment, tossing it aside. You begin to squirm when he ventures lower, nearing the swell of your belly. He glances up at you, checking in, “This ok?”

“Yeah… mhhm… just uh, just a little… self conscious again.” You admit, embarrassed, breaking eye contact.

“Oh sweetheart, what did I say? Hmmm. You are beautiful. You are a goddess and you deserve to be worshiped.” He looks up at you reverently.

You giggle, swatting at him playfully, “Stop it. Don’t you think you’re laying it on just a little too thick now.”

“Never, not til you see just how beautiful you really are.”

He resumes his journey down your body, toying with the elastic of your underwear. He takes in the sight of your ruined panties with a low growl, “Oh, just look at this pretty, little mess you’ve made. Is all that just for little, old me?”

You nod, humming in the affirmative. He palms at your mound, spreading your wetness further, “Please…” a broken moan escapes your lips.

He pulls your panties to the side, fingers delving between your sticky folds, “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? Want me to make you feel good? Go on, ask for it.” He urges.

“God, yes! Please, Eddie… need you.” You whimper.

“So pretty when you beg.” He pulls his fingers away and you whine, hips lifting off the mattress searching for contact.

“Needy too, I see.” He teases, “I’m just gonna get rid of these.” He starts tugging the fabric down your plump legs. He lays yet another kiss on the innermost part of your thigh, pulling away before you get too uncomfortable.

“Now it’s your turn,” he smirks up at you, “turn about is fair play and all that.”

He licks a stripe along the centre of your folds, you jolt when he reaches your clit, bursts of electricity emanating throughout your body. He remains there, pushing one hand onto your tummy, pressing you down into the mattress as he eases a ringed finger inside you. He starts off slow, crooking his finger gently, matching the rhythm of his tongue as it moves in circles against you. He adds another finger alongside the first, stretching you open, leaving you panting and gasping for more.

His rings clink together at your entrance, slick with your juices, he sucks at your clit firmly, you gush around him and he adds yet another finger. “Come on that’s it, you can take it.” He mumbles, the vibration of his voice sending you into orbit. Your hands curl into fists crumpling the sheets beneath you. He continues pressing down on your abdomen, your hips fight against him with a mind of their own. For a moment you could swear you’re seeing stars, then you’re coming down from your high, legs shaking around his head.

He grins up at you, eyes twinkling, his face smeared with your release, he licks his lips before wiping it away with the back of his hand.

“So, how was that?” His cheeky grin never fading.

You’re speechless, can’t even string together a sentence.

“That good, huh?” He asks smugly.

You nod still unable to form words, he laughs.

He moves back up, coming face to face with you, “You think you’re ready for more?” He brushes a stray hair behind your ear.

“Yes, please… please, fuck me.” You whine, desperately.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He chuckles leaning over to the bedside table, reaching for the box of condoms. He pulls one out, tearing open the package and rolling it down over his impressive length.

He grips the base of his cock guiding it between your folds, dragging the tip across you clit. You let out a strangled cry, “Please, Eddie… need more… please, oh god.”

He grins down at you, “All in good time, sweetheart.”

He starts easing himself inside you, moving slow, letting you adjust to the intrusion. Your walls stretch easily, welcoming his length. There is a slight burn, that becomes barely perceptible when he drops a hand between the two of you to rub lazy circles into your clit.

He’s only just entered you before you’re gasping, a hand moving to grip his wrist as he continues to circle your sensitive nub with his thumb.

“Oh god.” You wail, eyes squeezing shut as your walls clamp down on the head of his cock rhythmically.

“Did you just… from just the tip… wow, sweetheart you’re gonna give me an ego.”

“You mean, more than you already do.” You tease back breathlessly.

“Oh, someone’s found their voice. Pretty bold for someone who just came apart from the barest touch.” He tuts. “Someone’s going to need to teach you some manners, sweetheart.”

“Maybe that can be a lesson for another time?”

He groans at the implication, pushing into you further “Wish I could just pack you up and take you everywhere with me. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d be such a good little fucktoy for me?”

“Yes! I’ll be good for you, please use me!” You keen in reply. He bottoms out, burying himself deeper in your needy cunt as it draws him in, his balls coming to rest against your ass.

He growls, rumbling deep in his chest, “God damn, such a filthy little mouth you have. You want that? Hmm, want me to use you. Oh sweetheart, I would break you.” He pulls out almost all the way, before slamming back in to emphasise his point. Your hands grasp at his shoulders, nails digging in, he repeats the action and your walls flutter around him.

“‘M gonna… ‘m gonna…” You whine, unable to complete your thought.

“You gonna cum again. Good, cum for me. That’s it, such a good girl.” He croons in your ear, encouragingly.

Your eyes begin to water at the sensation, you’re almost to the point of over-stimulation. You were teetering on the precipice and his words are enough to send you toppling over the edge, you hook a leg around him drawing him deeper than you would’ve thought possible. Calling his name you bare down on his cock again and he lets out a strangled moan in response, “Yeah, say my name. Who do you belong to? Who owns this tight, little pussy?” You’re still reeling, quaking with aftershocks from your orgasm, unable to answer him, but it doesn’t really matter. He continues, “That’s right, me, I do.”

He pulls out rolling off the condom tossing it aside, he moves to straddle your torso. He’s fisting his cock desperately over your chest, head thrown back, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, eyes shut tight. He groans, calling out your name as his cum splatters your tits. Eyes opening he leans in propping himself up with a hand against the wall beside you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He pulls away panting, rolling off you. He reaches down grabbing his shirt from the floor where it landed and moves to wipe off his release. You stop him grabbing his arm, he looks at you confused, you swipe a finger across your chest, scooping up his cum before sucking it off your fingertip moaning. He gapes at you, you look at him feeling self conscious again, “What? I just… I wanted to see what it would taste like.”

He groans deeply, “God damn, you have no idea how fucking hot that was. That one is definitely going to the spank-bank.”

You giggle, “Good to know, cause I am never going to forget that.” You sigh.

“Sorry, if that was too much, I got a little too intense at the end there didn’t I?” He says sheepishly.

“No, that was… that was perfect.” You reassure him, dopey grin plastered across your face.

“Yeah, what was it that you said… ‘I’ll be good’, ‘use me’” he teases. “Oh, that was gold sweetheart, who knew you had it in you?”

You blush at his praise, “So, uh can I see you again?” You ask hopeful.

“I don’t know that you’re done seeing me now, sweetheart.”

“Oh god.” You whine rubbing a hand down your face.

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