Taste of Grunge - One-Shots

Pry, To - Eddie Vedder

Warning: this story contains sex scenes a bit rough, absolutely consensual, with a little submission and power game. If you're sensitive about it, don't read it.

Today was a heavy day at work. I'm really tired but tonight Eddie plays at a nearby club, the Devil. I go into the pub, it's not very big and it's full of people. I don't see Eddie anywhere. I approach the bar and order a beer, the lights go out, a roar rises and I see Eddie get on the small stage in dim light. He nods a greeting, picks up his acoustic guitar and sits down. His voice, on the notes of "Immortality", is powerful and scratchy. Eddie and I have been together for a few years, but in recent times he has changed. Media pressure, fame...he never wanted it. I know he feels oppressed, crushed, he feels his privacy violated. I always try to be close to him, to help him, to make him understand that this will change...that he must not be overwhelmed. But the weight of popularity has fallen completely on his shoulders. I remember one Halloween night when I was at home reading a book, Eddie came home and looked visibly upset. He slammed the door, threw his jacket on the floor and sat down beside me.

"What happen?" I asked him, closing my book.

"I was coming home and some teens having a party in the neighborhood. I saw a boy with my face"

I looked at him, confused.

"Eddie...are you drunk?"

"Fuck, no. That guy cut my face out of a magazine and was using it as a mask. Holy shit."

For him it was something new, unexpected, that frightened him.

I try to get closer to the stage to see better and to show him that I'm here. Elbowing, but I can get there. He often looks at the ground, almost never raises his eyes, but at some point he sees me. Eddie looks up, meets my eyes, for a moment smiles gently and then looks down again. I don't know why, but I can feel a certain need in his voice. I watch him all the time, I look at his hair just above his shoulders, his angry eyes. I know that I'm his only salvation right now. He's alone on stage and, when the song ends, the other boys join him. The crowd explodes and the concert begins with a devastating "Go". Eddie's attitude changes, he jumps and shakes his hair diabolically, his voice beats you in the stomach. He keeps drinking, I don't even know what. I'm used to seeing him climb the scaffolding, every time I had my heart leaping out of my mouth for the fear that he would fall and kill himself. He hangs himself on the microphone, drinks beer and spits it out on the crowd. For a fraction of a second his eyes meet mine again, and I see his full of fire. With "Not for you" Eddie screams, sweats, I know his mind is traveling and I know where. Since he became famous everyone wants something from him, they look for him, they find him, they want him to love, to eat, to fuck, to adore, to kill. I remember that time a stranger crashed his car into the wall of our house at 80 kilometers an hour. Eddie was petrified, he was afraid for me and for himself. A couple like ours, used to inviting fans inside our house to listen to records and talk, forced to build a wall. For him it was the beginning of something. Now he's drunk most of the time, at night he doesn't sleep and he's isolated from everyone who cares about him. Before the concert ends I go behind the stage to wait for him. Eddie shakes, stamps his feet, lights up another cigarette, falls to the floor. He finishes drinking another bottle, I lost count, throws it on the ground waving at the crowd and walks to the side of the stage. I watch him walk towards me, he finally sees me and smiles at me. I don't even have time to tell him something because he grabs me and kisses me, making me walk back against the wall behind me. His mouth is voracious, smells of beer and wine and smoke, his tongue is in my mouth and my hands on his neck caress his sweat. I can't understand what's going on. I would like to continue kissing him but I feel uncomfortable, there is a bustle of people here but he doesn't seem to care. For a second I can take off my mouth from his, his mouth moves over my neck.

"Eddie...please, they're watching us"

"I don't care" he whispers, continuing to kiss my skin, crushing me against the wall.

"No, Eddie...not here, what are you doing?"

Quickly he turns away from me, he takes my hand and drags me into the corridor. He turns and pulls me to himself, in a corner near the toilets, like a broom closet. We're in the dark, Eddie kisses me voraciously, crushing me against the wall, again. I put an arm around his neck and my fingers through his hair, his soft lips are on mine, his tongue enters my mouth as his warm hands run through the skin of my back, under my t-shirt. His mouth falls on my neck and on my shoulder, kissing me frenetically, he hugs me and his first moans and sighs comes out from his mouth. One of his hands pulls up my shirt and squeezes my breast as he presses his body against mine. I can feel his erection against my belly.

"Eddie..." I whisper between breaths, but he does not calm down and continues to kiss me, to touch me. I feel him impetuous, different from the other times.

"Eddie...you're drunk, don't you wanna..." but he interrupts me, whispering against my mouth.

"You're beautiful, I want you" while his mouth rushes back to mine. He takes off my t-shirt and my bra and his warm wet lips begins to torment my nipple, then the other, his tongue runs through my sternum and tightens me even more to him.

"Eddie, wait..." I say holding his head in my hands, but he doesn't listen to me and continues. With a grunt he raises his head and returns to kiss me, as he begins to unzip his pants. In a moment he take his erect member with one hand, with the other he raises one of my legs and, moving my panties to the side, leans the tip of his cock against my entrance. "Eddie!" I giggle but he has no intention of listening to me and slips inside me, his lips a few inches from mine. He pushes inside me, holds me tight, his half-open lips kiss my chin while I lean my head against the wall behind me.

"Eddie...oh God" I say among the groans, his cock sliding inside me and I feel it so huge and warm. His thrusts begins to be faster and I love it.

"Y/N ..." Eddie's breaths are heavier, I never felt him so aggressive making love. He tightens his fingers around my thigh continuing to fuck me. He's not going to stop. People pass by, for now nobody has seen us. He lowers his head again on the base of my neck and, I feel a slight pain. Eddie bites my skin, a moan comes out of my mouth and instinctively I grab his hair. Eddie puts his hand over my mouth, then he leans his lips against it. "Sush" he tells me rudely while he fucks me even harder, pushing inside me again and again. I can smell cigarettes on his fingertips and a little sensation of dirt. I can barely see his face, his eyes seems black, hungry. His face is very close to mine, his lips are half open, his breath is heavy.

"Mmhh...hmm!"

I would like to scream but I can't.

I feel like I'm about to reach the orgasm, a shiver runs down my spine, Eddie feels my pussy throbbing around his cock and I feel like he's close too. I come, arching my back and breathing heavily, finally he frees my mouth and he starts to slow down a bit. He leave my leg down, puts his hands on my shoulders and forces me to kneel in front of him, pushing his cock into my mouth. I didn't expect it, instinctively I press my hands against his belly in an attempt to not suffocate. Eddie grabs my hair and moves back and forth, moaning and sighing. He looks down at me, grabs his dick with one hand and caresses my lips with his wet knob.

"You're really a bad girl..." he says with a grin on his face and after a moment he pushes himself inside my mouth again.

"Oh, god...suck it...like this, yes baby"

His cock starts to get tense and finally sprays his hot liquid into my throat, keeping my head steady against him. He releases me and I catch my breath as if I'd done an apnea race. Eddie grabs me and makes me stand up fixing my hair, he holds my face in his hands and kisses me gently.

"You are wonderful...sorry..."

He kisses me again, and again and again. My lips burn. I don't say anything, I just look him in the eyes, asking to myself what the fuck just happened.
Eddie gives me back my t-shirt.

"I love you Y/N, you know?"