Stand By Me One Shots/Imagines + Preferences (The Cobras x reader)

Good Boy (Eyeball Smut)

❗ 18+ content ❗

For my dear MionSnojkorn, I'm sorry it's so short, dom!reader is definitely a bit out of my comfort zone lmao. But I hope you like it anyway<33

Warnings: Smut including a handjob, praise kink, subby!Eyeball and dom!reader.

Eyeball's breath hitches at the first contact your hand makes with his cock. You relish in the sight of him so flustered as you lean in to place a coy kiss on his flushed cheek.

"Relax for me, baby," you say. "Just lean back and let me take care of you."

He obeys easily, his eyes never leaving your hand around his cock as he sinks back into the pillows.

"That's a good boy," you smile, feeling him twitch in your hand at the praise.

Brushing your thumb over the tip, you spread around the precum leaking from him, and finally start to stroke him.

Eyeball throws his head back, slapping a hand over his mouth, but even that can't muffle the desperate groan he lets out.

"Aww, don't be shy," you coo at him. "Let me hear those pretty noises."

When he doesn't immediately obey, you stop. He whines, embarrassment coloring his face bright red, but quickly gives in, clutching the pillow to stop himself from covering his mouth again. His hips involuntarily buck up into your fist when you squeeze him, and he lets out the prettiest mewl.

"Look how perfectly you fit into my hand, darling. It's like you were made for me."

Eyeball can only nod and moan.

"Aww, did you lose your words?" you tease, delighting in the way he blushes even more. "Poor baby is so fucked out he can't speak anymore already? I've barely even done anything."

"Please," he whines, bucking into your hand again. "Please!"

You take mercy on him and start stroking his cock again. His hands twitch on the pillow as he fights the urge to cover his mouth again, but you give his thigh a warning squeeze with your free hand, and he leaves them where they are.

"Feels— fuck! Feels so fuckin' good," he whimpers. "Please— please don't stop."

Luckily for him, you have no intention of stopping anytime soon. He sounds so sweet and pathetic moaning for you, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. A few of his curls have escaped the hold of whatever stuff he uses to keep them slicked back, and hang into his forehead. It looks so cute you almost want to run and grab a camera to capture the sight forever, but that seems a little too cruel, considering how desperate for release he is. Another time, you promise yourself. This certainly won't be the last time you have him soft and pliant in your bed.

You pump him faster. Your name leaves his mouth in a breathy groan, head thrown back into the pillow. "Fuck! I'm— 'm so close! Please!"

"Look me in the eyes, dear," you gently order. "You don't get to come if you can't look at me."

Eyeball whimpers and forces his eyes open. "Please!"

Continuing to stroke his cock, you smile. "Good boy. Go on, come for me."