best friend!rockstar!clapton x gn!bandmate!reader (woo!!)
do i wanna know~🎸
reader is gn but is makeup wearing!! smut, unprotected, friends to lovers, hickies/scratches/bites, no reader pronouns/specified genitalia is mentioned. smut with plot. !!minors dni i have a sock filled with quarters!!
CLAPTON is the lead guitarist of your band, The Chain Scheme. you’re the lead singer and songwriter and technically the whole “let’s start a band” idea was yours to begin with but he’ll never let you win that argument.
it’s the night before the biggest gig of your life and your best friend knocks on your dressing room door as you’re placing your makeup delicately on your skin, making sure not to miss any places that the spotlight would dry out. it’s a precise process that takes time and patience.
“come in” you shout, recognizing claptons knock. he enters the dressing room with a nervous smile. he shuts the door and sits on the love seat behind you, fidgeting with his hands and seemingly biting his nails again.
“i’m gonna keep it a buck with you, im scared as fuck right now, there’s like…hundreds of people out there” he stands up, now pacing around the room. his cut off shirt shows his sweat marks dripping down his sides and his messy brown hair looks like it could’ve been drenched in water.
“nervous?” you apply your eyeliner on your lower water line as you him in the mirror, pacing and biting his nails. god, he’s fucked right now. after a few moments deep in thought he speaks up. “you’re my best friend and if you weren’t i would never ask you this but i am really fucking stressed right now…do you think we have time for a quickie? before you say no please think about it…” he choked out. “yeah, yes please” you say faster than you’d care to admit. you wondered what sex with clapton would be like, and you both need the relief…
his eyes widen and he nods, not daring to say something to ruin the moment. he tugs at his skinny jeans, pulling them down and almost tripping on them, laying back on the couch in his boxers. you shed your concert attire and he stars at your body, involuntarily bucking his hips at the sight of you naked just for him. his eyes trail along your body and mentally fuck you, his dick contracting in his briefs just at the slight thought.
you lock the dressing room door and go to him, getting on top of him and straddling his hips as you stare longingly into his eyes. you kiss him gently at first but his tongue presses against your teeth and you grant him access. his hand travels from your jaw to your ass, rubbing the skin as his hips grind against yours causing a strangled groan to leave your lips.
the kiss is broken by the chant of fans outside waiting. clapton pulls his boxers down and his dick surged out of his pants. hot, red, and sticky. god, is it beautiful. he guides your hips to sink onto him. as he enters you, he lets out a needy moan of your name. “fuck…” you whimper. he forced himself right into your g-spot, the sensation causing static to fill your brain, shaking you to your core. the sensation made you loose your angle, but he took over once more, dragging you down so that you grinded down on his cock instead, your arousal smearing onto his lower stomach. the extra lubricant help you to grind onto him.
he mutters love drunk compliments into your ear as his eyes roll back and his dick starts to twitch inside you. the firing pool in your abdomen making it clear this will come to an end soon. you just wonder how long you can prolong it before the crowd gets pissed…
his expression shows his pleasure, dazed and overwhelmed by you. you take back control and grind again, feeling lighter than ever now. your expression filling with an undying sense of pleasure. you start to clench around him, feeling the orgasm coming fast. as you ride your hips along his, he whispers drunkingly “i’m gonna cum…can i cum?” he says, sounding so desperate and broken. “yeah, cum. please” you breathed as you feel it coming.
after a second of him moving you back and forth just the way he wanted you, you felt his warm cum filling you up, shooting up inside you. he weakly thrusts a few more times before giving up, completely spent and out of it.
the orgasm hits you fast, grabbing the couch behind him as your eyes widen. ecstasy fills your brain and all you can think about is clapton. you spill your release all over him and all you can do is repeatedly moan his name like you’ve forgotten your own. nothing else matters right now except how good you both feel.
except for the fact that you’re late for your concert.
♡ ♡ ♡ jelly's notes ; clapton davis x gn!reader headcanons, present day, t rated, lapslock, includes mentions of alcohol and drug use
☆ Incredibly devoted to his partner
☆ will share his earbuds with you whenever possible
☆ he loves going on walks with you and listening to his music, forced to brush up against each other to keep the earbuds from falling out
☆ finds himself rambling pretty often, whether it's about how his day has been or a new song that he's discovered
☆ he appreciates a partner who will listen to him, and uses those moments of long discussion to cuddle with you or be physically affectionate
☆ his ideal date night would be watching a movie with you at home, cuddled up on the couch, and then listening to music until you pass out cuddled up against each other
☆ extremely clingy
☆ with no intention of changing that fact
☆ never sleeps well when he isn't sleeping with you
☆ will knock on your window late at night at least four times a week, asking to sleep with you
☆ doesn't snore, but if you're laying your head on his chest-- you can hear a graveled huff, and feel a rumble gently tinge your skin
☆ texts like it's still 2012
☆ "gtg 2 class. luv u ;3"
☆ if you're going to a party, he always wants to come with
☆ he's not overprotective, but he can get anxious about you and your safety
☆ feels the most comfortable and at ease when he can see you
☆ will follow you around
☆ preferably, close enough to have an arm wrapped around your waist
☆ tons of pda
☆ holding hands, laying your head on his shoulder, etc etc
☆ tells you that he loves you constantly
☆ tells you how beautiful you look at least once a day
☆ would use cheesy petnames with you if you wanted to, ironically or unironically
☆ when you sleep together, he always tries to stay up later than you-- and bask in a few minutes of listening to your gentle breathing, admiring your relaxed, sleepy expression
☆ switches between big and little spoon frequently
☆ doesn't enjoy cooking on his own. however, he loves cooking and baking things with you
☆ he's a very bad cook though, fair warning
☆ would smoke pot with you (hc post specifically about this is currently in the works!)
what piercings does everyone have? i think Derek would look good with an eyebrow piercing, and Clapton— lowkey a belly button piercing. seems like the guy to wear a crop top to show it off :]
mike sets the camera down on the coffee table in front of the couch, the wide angle revealing each of the boys, sat in a line on the couch. well, some of them aren't. clapton is sitting on the floor next to peeta's leg-- derek is leaning his elbows on the couch backboard while munching on a stick of rock candy from their pantry. most of them have their eyes on the tv that's presumably offscreen.
"alright," he claps, as if he were a dad about to announce he's going off the bed, "this person asks-"
before mike can finish his sentence, clapton lights up, looking at the camera. "we have an ask?" there are stars in his eyes as he picks up the camcorder and waves. "hi! we missed you!" peeta's laughter is audible in the background.
"clapton-" mike quickly gets the camera back, putting it back on the coffee table. "the question, if you'd let me speak.. 'what piercings does everyone have?' huh, that's a new one."
"i haven't got any." peeta chimes in, a smile on his face. "clapton offered to pierce my ears, but i don't really trust him with anything sharp."
josh goes next. "i just have my lobes- i meant to stretch them a little, but i kinda chickened out, so.." he grins sheepishly.
"jacob's ladder." derek states. mike, the only one who seems to understand, looks at the blondie like he's crazy. derek just shrugs. he adds, "oh. and my lobes."
"i've got a helix ring from a dare at a party, my lobes, and a belly button piercing from another dare!" clapton pulls up his shirt to reveal a silver stud under his belly button. he sticks his tongue out, posing for the camera.
mike, who is still recovering from the jacob's ladder comment, looks at the camera. "when i was a teenager, i got a nose ring as, like, rebellion or whatever. i took it out, but the hole is still there."
he looks back at derek as he reaches for the camera. his hand covers the viewfinder, clumsily reaching for the off button.
"do you really have a jacob's-"
(the video ends.)
clapton’s eyes widened slightly with surprise, but not much due to how delirious he was from fatigue. “yeah.”
you leaned in, connecting lips with the boy.
*after a while*
you parted, eyes fluttering open to check the clock, realizing just how late it was. as you moved your head, he instinctively followed the direction of your lips in mild desperation. “fuck, it’s four,” you said, voice soft and slightly raspy. “we should get to sleep.”
“hmm, I guess you’re right,” he agreed with a slight pout, knowing he’d rather stay and kiss you all night.
"FAST" EDDIE GETS INTO HIS BLUES INFLUENCES -- OF COURSE, EARLY CLAPTON WASN'T FAR BEHIND.
CLASSIC ROCK REVISITED: "Who are your biggest Blues influences?..."
"FAST" EDDIE CLARKE: "Well, My first hero was Eric Clapton with THE YARDBIRDS. They used to play down the road so I was able to see them regularly. "Five Live Yardbirds" was like my bible and I played the whole album with my first band, The Bitter End, mostly in my dad’s garage. Then, Eric went with JOHN MAYALL and I played all of that album with my next band, Umble Blues. Then, along came HENDRIX, THE CREAM and JEFF BECK'S "Truth," and that was kind of the foundation of my music. I always thought of myself as third generation blues, as I followed the above. They, of course, followed the original American blues players. I guess these were the influences that helped shape the album ["Make My Day Back to Blues"] and also a lot of my life experience."
“Is it true that Canadians keep their doors open at night?”
Now playing: Dead! By My Chemical Romance
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…Hey, I’m Mimi… I only really got this account because I saw Riley and Clapton and a few other students at Grizzly high school…
𖤐 I like… art, some video games, really anything dark, spiders… my friends, and music.
𖤐 I dislike school but doesn’t everyone? I’m in the same boat as Riley in hating Sander, love is kinda dumb… except for me and Toshiba… <3
𖤐 Ask me really anything, if I don’t answer though I’m probably in class or doing something else.
𖤐 I don’t have a lotta people I dislike. Except for Billy Nolan and Sander. I would consider Riley, Clapton, and Ione friends though
𖤐 “You have the arms of an anemic spider monkey…” 𖤐
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