Master of Puppets (Y/NxEddie One Shots)

Eruption

"Well?" You ask and Eddies eyes wander over you as you give him a quick spin to show him the outfit he'd chosen for you, his favourite black, pleated skirt and a Corroded Coffin T-Shirt you'd modified into a crop top, one he always liked you wearing when you were going to see him play like you were tonight.
"Lift up the skirt" he demands and you roll your eyes.
"Roll them again and you'll be wearing a nice red handprint on your ass too" he snaps and your cunt twitches at the prospect but you don't push it, not when he's in this mood.
You lift up the skirt and he finally nods in approval when he gets the confirmation you're not wearing panties just as he'd ordered.
"Good girl. Let's go" he says, letting you go first and not resisting a gentle pat of your ass as you walk past him out of his bedroom.

You barely make it out of his room and down the small hall to the front door before his arm wraps around your waist and you're spun round to face him. Before you can process what's happening he throws you against the wall and leans over you, his palm flat against the wall next to your head as he strokes your cheek with the back of his other hand, the rings adorning his fingers cold against your skin as he stares into your eyes.
"There's just one more thing I have to do before we go" he snarls.

He lays his palm flat against your chest and drags it slowly down over your breast, cupping it roughly on his way over your stomach and finally under your skirt.
You open your legs enough to allow his hand access to your cunt and for the pad of his index finger to stroke against your swollen clit.
He stares down at you, his prized possession, breaking apart in front of him as he strokes softly against the throbbing nub, your eyes closed and your full lips open and sighing his name as he circles your clit.
"I love how your breathing changes when I touch you" he whispers.
He goes slowly at first, just to tease you and feed his own satisfaction but before long they lengthen and your soft sighs become choked moans.
"Eddie we're going to be late" you gasp.
"You think I care?" He chuckles "I'm having far too much fun with you right now"
You use the wall behind you to hold yourself upright as he strokes pure ecstasy into you and it isn't long before your body shudders and jolts as your climax builds, growing stronger and stronger with each stroke and you're forced to grip onto his shoulders for support, a sign Eddie had been waiting for.
"Are you close sweetheart?" He whispers and you nod.
"Use your words" he demands.
"I'm so fucking close" you mewl and as soon as you confirm it...
He stops.
He steps away from you, a sly grin on his lips as he watches your face crumble as you feel your orgasm slowly ebb away.
"Ok, now we can go" he smirks.

************

You watch him on stage with the rest of the guys, his demeanour every inch the charismatic rockstar and you wanted so desperately to join in with the rest of the crowd around you and sink into the music and the atmosphere but for once you just couldn't. Your mind and body couldn't concentrate on anything but him. He knew that for you watching him perform was like foreplay, after his shows would be when you became the most bold and feral and he'd played on it so cruelly and now instead of enjoying yourself, all you can think of is those lips, the ones currently singing into the microphone, and how they feel against yours, the fingers stroking the strings on his guitar and how you were at their mercy just hours ago. The way his body moves as he plays and how it effortlessly pins you down and makes you feel things you've never imagined, his voice and his words and the way they make your head spin with sweet compliments and harsh degradation at the same time.
All the fans around you now, including Hannah screaming along next to you, every single one was enthralled by him and his stage presence but only your attention was held by him in a different way. Your cunt ached at what could have been, a stark reminder of what he ripped away from you and when he catches your eye and sees the frustration etched behind them he winks and your breath catches in your throat.

He wanted this, he wanted you completely enamoured and begging for him by the time tonight is through, even more so than normal. It wasn't enough to have you here lusting after him, he needed you aching and desperate and it had worked. The way you looked at him right now gave him life, the weakness in your stare let him know he was all you could think about and he had won with one finger.
One. Single. Finger.

**************

"How were we?" Eddie asks as he sneaks up behind you and Hannah and wraps an arm around your shoulders, such a simple movement but one that makes you shiver in excitement.
"Oh my god so good!" Hannah shrieks before kissing Jeff and letting him wrap his arms around her.
"Well sweetheart, did you enjoy the show?" Eddie whispers lowly in your ear and you can't hide what it does to you and he watches your eyelids flicker as his tone travels down to your core.
"Yes" is all you can muster in response.
"What's wrong? Normally you're far more affectionate that this" he teases and you turn to look at him, his amused expression met with your pleading gaze.
"I think that desperate little cunt of yours distracted you, am I right?" He asks and you nod.
"Use your fucking words" he hisses.
"Yes" you croak.
His arm slides off your shoulders and down to your waist and he pulls you away from your friends and through the crowd to the toilets.
He pulls you inside and into a cubicle successfully past the only two girls in the bathroom who were too preoccupied reapplying their make up to notice.

He locks the door and pulls you into him, your lips crashing together desperately as his fingers tangle in your hair to keep you close to him before he turns you around and pins you to the side of the cubicle, the surface cold against your cheek, as he pulls your skirt up around your waist.
"I think you've suffered enough" he whispers and you hear his belt unbuckle and the zip of his jeans open before he pushes them down enough to release his already hard cock.
"I've been just as desperate for you, I can assure you" he growls before he pulls your hips back into him and slowly sinks his cock into your soaked entrance, every inch sliding into you so easily until he's deep inside you.
"Fuck... you feel so fucking good" he gasps quietly but you let out a moan, one louder than either of you had anticipated and his hand clamps over your mouth as the girls outside the door grow silent.
"You need to stay quiet, you'll get us in trouble" he says in your ear as he pulls your head back against his shoulder.

He keeps his palm over your lips as he draws back out of you slowly. He feels your breathing quicken against his skin followed by a muffled cry as he forces himself back into you suddenly and you hear him groan against your ear.
"I'll never get bored of how you feel around me" he whispers.
He repeats the motion again and again and again, pulling out of you completely before driving back in suddenly, each time opening your already sensitive cunt brutally until your legs are shaking.
"How badly do you want to cum?" He asks, releasing his hold on your mouth.
"Please... please just let me Eddie... I can't take much more..." you beg and his stoicism slips, hearing how weak you are, how desperate, he can't hide how feral it makes him. You're a world away from the insatiable slut you always were after his shows, now you're putty in his hands and the power he feels is intoxicating.

He reaches down to your clit, pinching it gently between his index finger and his middle finger, the movement lasting just seconds but your world collapses around you as your orgasm builds so suddenly and aggressively Eddie barely has time to cover your mouth again before you're crying out against his palm.
He keeps his hips still, letting your inner walls massage his length as they contract around him and he matches your moans of pleasure, letting his fingers ride you through your climax until you grow weak against him, your body exhausted at the release you've been craving all damn night.

Satisfied he'd given you your reward he turns his attention to himself and his fingers wrap around your throat, holding you up as he drives up into you hard, his thrusts slow but the force behind them shakes the side of the cubicle he has you against and you just know anyone outside can hear the shaking along with your sounds of ecstasy he's stopped trying to conceal.
His breathing grows hard as he tries so desperately not to cum just yet but as he hears your moans of his name and feels your still pulsing cunt taking him so expertly, he can't control himself anymore.
He pulls out of you suddenly and forces you around and onto your knees, his fingers entangling in your hair once more and he pushes his entire length into your open mouth, forcing his way into your throat and you feel his cock twitch against your tongue and his hand clench your hair as he releases his load straight down your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow every last drop.

You gaze up at him from your position on the floor and watch as he leans back against the cubicle wall behind him, his beautiful face painted with relief and calm and as he looks down at you he grins.
"Well, what do you say?" He prompts, holding his hands out to help you to your feet.
"Thank you, sir" you whisper.