Spend Some Time (Eminem Fanfic)

3. First Time

Melody's P.O.V.

A/N: Listen don't nobody read this chapter lmaoooooo. Cause it has smut in it, and it was my first time trying to write smut, and it's really horrible. All y'all need to know is that they have sex, and then Melody bounces on him the next morning, thinking that he would've thrown her out anyways. So now that y'all know what happens, feel free to skip the chapter altogether 😅

As I enter Marshall's hotel room, I feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I swallow a lump in my throat, feeling like I'm gonna pass out.

From the moment when I felt his eyes on me at the after party, as he sat in that V.I.P. lounge knee deep in groupies, I had these goose bumps raising all over my skin and all kinds of chills running up my spine.

And now here we are.

I don't say shit to him about never having had sex before. Because I figure that would cause him to kick me out of there real quick.

People always look at me weird when they find out I'm 22 and have never done it before. I mean, it wasn't for any specific reason. Like I wasn't waiting for marriage or for the one or anything. I just never... felt attracted enough to anybody to go further than kissing.

So now that I have finally felt like that, even if for a very brief moment, it made me want to act on it immediately.

Maybe it's an impulsive decision that I would later regret.

But right now, I just wanna know so badly what it feels like.

I can imagine that him being famous and all, he probably had bitches fucking him every which way, standing on their heads and shit, bending their bodies into pretzels, so surely he wouldn't want to mess with somebody inexperienced like myself. So yeah, I keep my mouth shut about it.

However, as soon as we are in his hotel room, anxiety hits me like a ton of bricks.

I'm not having cold feet or anything. I'm just nervous, I guess, cause I don't know what to expect.

I mean, I technically know what happens, of course. I've watched enough porn and I've heard more than enough explicit stories from both Jasmine and LaLa. But knowing and actually doing it are two very different things, obviously.

"Um... Em can I use your shower first?" I ask, stalling for time.

He stares at me like he's super fucking annoyed with me, but says:

"Sure go ahead. Right over there."

"Thanks."

"Hurry up."

I run into the bathroom and handle my business in the shower as quick as I can. I then walk out of the room wrapped only in a towel. Seems like a good idea at the time, but I quickly have second thoughts.

Obviously, I've never been naked in front of a guy before.

Marshall is sitting on this huge bed, shirtless, texting on his phone.

Great, just fucking great.

I feel like I'm gonna pass out.

Marshall looks up from his phone and says:

"What are you so far way for?"

I walk up to him slowly and stand in between his legs.

"What, you are all shy for all of a sudden?" he smirks, then snatches the towel right off of me.