Deal
Eddie was used to Venom being a lot. The symbiote wasn’t exactly known for restraint. Whether it was eating people, declaring his undying love for Eddie, or wrapping around him like some oversized, amorous octopus, Venom had zero chill.
But this—this—was a new level of indulgence.
It started innocently enough. Venom curled around his thighs, probably just getting comfortable, maybe enjoying the warmth. Eddie didn’t even think twice about it, just let his tired muscles relax as Venom pressed snugly against his skin. Then—
Something wet and hot suctioned onto his thigh.
Eddie jolted, a sound escaping him before he could stop it—a low, unbidden moan that had his eyes snapping open in alarm. “What the fuck—”
Venom, unbothered as always, didn’t even acknowledge Eddie’s outburst. His massive head had formed near Eddie’s lap, sharp white teeth only barely visible as his mouth latched onto the inside of Eddie’s thigh in something between a kiss and a suckle.
Eddie’s brain short-circuited. “Venom, what are you doing?” Venom hummed against his skin, sending vibrations up his leg. “You are very warm here.”
“That’s—not an answer.” Eddie stammered, but he was already sinking back into the couch, face heating. The words he should say—things like stop or this is weird—got stuck in his throat. Because, despite every ounce of logic in his body, it felt good. Venom didn’t stop. If anything, the bastard got bolder.
One moment, his mouth was pressing a few more slow, sucking kisses into Eddie’s thigh, and in the next, he was up at Eddie’s neck, rubbing and nuzzling into him.
Warmth engulfed him—Venom curling over his shoulders, pressing him down into the couch. The weight was comforting in an overwhelming kind of way, the sheer presence of him an all-encompassing thing.
Soft lips—if you could even call them lips—brushed over Eddie’s throat. The nuzzles were slow, deliberate, teasing in a way that made Eddie shudder. A deep, satisfied rumble echoed through Venom’s form, reverberating into Eddie’s chest.
A tendril slithered under his hoodie.
And Eddie squeaked.
He had never in his life made a sound like that, and he would take it to his grave before he ever admitted it.
The tendrils curling over his thighs squeezed slightly in response, like Venom was encouraging the reaction. Another tendril traced over his stomach, then dragged up until it reached his chest. Before Eddie could react, Venom flicked over one of his nipples. Then the other. Eddie arched.
The bastard—this fucking alien bastard—had the audacity to purr. “You are sensitive here.” Venom observed smugly, tendrils curling tighter around him. “We like this.”
Eddie barely managed to choke out. “I bet you do, you pervy son of a—nghh—” A sharp tug at his nipple cut him off, another tendril squeezing his thigh at the same time, sending an unexpected shock of pleasure through him.
He was breathing heavy now, trying and failing to keep himself from reacting too much. Venom was practically gloating, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss against Eddie’s throat. “You like it too.”
Eddie made a sound that was not, in fact, a denial.
The worst part? Venom knew exactly what he was doing.
He wasn’t fumbling, wasn’t just randomly groping Eddie for no reason. No, he was exploring. Testing. Finding what got the best reactions and using them against him. One tendril played with his nipple again, rubbing in slow, teasing circles, while the others kneaded at his thighs, squeezing just enough to make Eddie shift.
Venom, the little shit, laughed. “So responsive.”
Eddie groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You’re the worst.” He murmured, his tone close to what some would call a whine.
Venom only nuzzled into him harder, his head now fully formed beside Eddie’s own, grinning wide. “You love us.”
Eddie was so not responding to that.
Instead, he muttered a weak, half-hearted. “Five more minutes. Then cut it out.”
Venom purred, victorious. “Deal.”
Eddie Brock had never considered himself particularly easy when it came to pleasure. He was a grown man, not some touch-starved teenager. He liked sex, sure, but he had some control.
Apparently, that control vanished when his alien parasite decided to get bold.
One moment, Venom was nuzzling into his neck like a needy pet. The next, Eddie felt something hot, wet, and slick dragging over his throat, leaving a damp, tingling path in its wake.
Eddie sucked in a sharp breath. “Jesus—” Venom hummed in response, not stopping. The tongue—long, thick, hot—lapped over his pulse point, then his jaw, then under his ear. Everywhere it touched, his skin burned.
And then Venom sucked.
Eddie whimpered.
No, not a moan, not a groan, but a whimper—high-pitched, needy, completely out of his control.
Venom rumbled against his throat, the vibrations only making things worse. More tendrils tightened around his thighs, squeezing and kneading at the muscle like they were appreciating him. Others curled around his waist, keeping him still, like Venom wanted to savor him.
Then, before Eddie could fully catch his breath, that fucking tongue dragged lower. Venom licked a slow, wet stripe down the center of his chest, before circling one of his nipples.
Eddie tensed.
A tendril slithered under his hoodie again, tugging the fabric up, exposing more skin. Eddie barely had time to register it before Venom’s mouth latched onto his nipple and sucked.
"F-fuck—!”
He arched. He couldn’t help it. His back lifted off the couch, body moving entirely on instinct, seeking more friction, more contact—more anything.
Venom was smug as fuck. His tongue lapped slow, teasing, then flicked—sharp, intentional, knowing exactly what it was doing. Eddie twitched, every nerve in his body firing at once.
Then—teeth.
Not enough to hurt, just enough to bite.
Eddie moaned. Loud. Unfiltered. Desperate.
Venom purred. “We like this.”
He flicked his tongue again, lips curling, and then bit just a little harder. Eddie's breath hitched, legs tensing, fingers gripping the couch.
And then—
Wetness.
In his boxers.
Eddie froze.
The heat of pleasure crashed into the cold, numbing realization that—
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Wide-eyed, breath uneven, he glanced down at himself, barely believing it. He could feel the damp spot through the thin fabric of his boxers, warmth pooling between his thighs, unmistakable, undeniable. Immediately his face turned a deep shade of red. He came.
Venom, the insufferable bastard, thrived in the moment. His head lifted, wide grin stretching unnervingly. White eyes gleamed with pure, undiluted satisfaction. “We have made you come.”
Eddie wanted to die. “Shut up—”
“We did not even touch your cock!”
“Venom—”
“We are amazing!”
Eddie groaned, covering his face with both hands. “Oh my God—” Venom purred, thrilled beyond belief. “We want to do it again!”
“NO!”