Symbiote Madness (Venom One Shots)

45! (No idea what to put for a title)

“Oh god,” Eddie said, and then he said it again for good measure, “Oh god.”

This was so wrong. But also so right. It felt fucking amazing. He was a fucking awful person for thinking this.

Eddie, you’re not an awful person, Venom huffed from the direction of Eddie’s lap. Aside from the tendrils looped around his wrists and ankles, keeping him firmly in place, they were just a head on a neck hovering between Eddie’s knees as he lay half propped up by pillows, naked and spread-eagled on the bed.

Eddie had to be an awful person. Surely anyone even halfway decent wouldn’t be getting off on this, “I – I –”

But you are overthinking. They nipped the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, making his belly jolt and his aching cock jerk.

“Hah – ah – V-Venom –” It felt like they’d been at it for hours, although in reality it couldn’t have been more than about twenty minutes. Eddie already felt wrecked – sweaty and flushed all over with arousal, his skin generously decorated with bite marks from a certain little needle fanged mouth.

Venom hadn’t once broken the skin. Hadn’t once actually hurt him either, not properly; only enough to make Eddie jump and mewl and cry out, tensing with anticipation each time.

“Aren’t you – aren’t you going to – ah, make yourself, you know, bigger?” he panted a bit desperately, thinking – yes, still thinking – that at least if Venom was their full size, huge and hulking, towering over him on the mattress, it somehow wouldn’t be as perverse as this.

Oh, Eddie, Venom’s round little eyes curved happily as they ran the tip of their tiny tongue over his slit, sucking up another gush of precome, Trust us, it would still be perverse.

“B-but –” Jesus, his cock was larger than they were right now – the head of the glans that bit bigger than Venom’s own little head. And his Other looked so damned fucking cute, so adorable like that, so utterly sweet and harmless –

Grrr – As if in demonstration of their innocent and lovable nature, Venom opened up that tiny maw wide, angled their head sideways and down a bit, and chomped down on Eddie’s shaft.

“A-ahhh!” Eddie jumped so hard he nearly wrenched both shoulders, rattling the bed against the wall with the force of his spasm. The noise this produced was all but lost to his yell. His throat stung as he gasped, lips tingling, eyes glued to the sight of those deadly little teeth still clamped on his cock. “Oh – oh – oh –”

There was no pain. There was no pain and no blood and no damage done, even though Eddie could feel them so close to piercing his skin, could feel the incredible sharp strength of those teeth pressing against the meat of his cock.

Tater tots? Venom’s gaze was steady on his face. Their voice dark, but the care washing over to Eddie from their side of the bond felt anything but.

“Tater tots,” Eddie wheezed, “So many fucking tater tots.”

Excellent, Venom grinned at him and Eddie squealed as he felt all those teeth moving against his shaft as a result –

As they proceeded to goddamn gnaw at his cock.

“Oh god,” Eddie was back to saying, no other words left to him, only helpless high-pitched splutters and whines, his mind and body struggling to keep up with the fact it should be agonising but didn't hurt, “Oh fuck –”

Venom had bitten a man’s dick clean off once, a few months into their acquaintance – and had been too pissed off to give Eddie any warning either, before they went for it. The lowlife had been a middle-aged politician involved in a number of dirty deals and – once Eddie had gone digging – turned out to be an aficionado of online grooming and the sort of pornography that made Eddie break things and throw up in a fury of snot and tears after he’d anonymously forwarded it to the police.