that thought you posted about Eric B has me melting, you think I could get a full thing of that? full length smut 🫣..
A/n: I cave, take your man 😔
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Oftentimes Eric would bring you to band practice, not so often he would get on his knees for you in front of the band but he wanted to show you off.
You’d been sitting on the couch between your boyfriend, Eric, and Tom. Tom was always friendly with you, more than that really. He wasn’t trying to take you from Eric, he wasn’t trying to get with you at all, just a little teasing was all. You didn’t mind at all, Eric didn’t either, and so it continued.
They were all trying to get the rhythm and solo’s for the next song on the album, Tom had a few songs written and knew what he wanted but nothing was coming out right. It was just Fred and Eric going back and forth trying to come up with something while Tom and Jeff felt it out, they all did but it really came down to Tom who’d had this in his head for so long and they just needed to feel it like it did.
Eric was focusing on the bass in his lap, you’d gotten used to the neck of Tom’s guitar in front of you, he didn’t seem to notice the many times he’d almost hit you with it but Eirc giggled every time.
They’d landed on a rhythm that was almost perfect, almost, Fred just couldn’t get it right. It was so close but he was getting frustrated and when he got frustrated he just made more mistakes. “Why don’t you take a break, Fred?” Tom suggested while the drummer slammed his stick on the skin, the instrument letting out a loud boom as the stick flew through the air and landed on his head.
Fred huffed and threw the stick across the room. He got up and moved to the couch. “Get up.” He ordered, gesturing to Eric.
“Where am I supposed to sit?” Eric asked, seeing as there were no more seats, Fred rarely got up from his throne so it didn’t really occur to anyone to get another, his seat should’ve been yours but he wouldn’t ask you to move.
“Anywhere, up!” Eric, not wanting to argue, got up and just moved to sit in front of you, leaning back against the couch, his head between your thighs.
Tom chuckled at the new seating arrangement. “Guess that’s better, huh?” He asked, tilting Eric’s head back.
Eric smiled in return and looked to you. “This is my favourite spot, isn’t it?” You snorted and shook your head at him, pulling his hair back out of his face, something you knew he hated. He shot you a scowl but didn’t say anything.
“I bet you love it too, don’t you?” Tom asked, looking at you now. He set his guitar to the side, leaning it against the couch. He threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side. “She looks pretty when she cum’s, doesn’t she?” He asked, the question was directed at Eric but he was staring at you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your mouth.
Eric laughed but Fred shot them both looks. “I’m struggling and you guys are talking about sex?”
“You’re just mad you don’t get any.” You mumbled, leaning down to kiss Eric, who was getting the strap for his bass off his shoulders, even if he’d just been sitting it was nice to get the weight off his neck.
Tom giggled, his arm still over your shoulders. He pulled you back and to his side. “C’mon, if you’re gonna be mean you can’t just give him a little show?” He mused, getting a little too close to your ear, hot breath fanning over your cheek. He looked down at Eric who was already thinking up all kinds of ideas.
Before you knew you your clothes were being torn off and Eric’s arms were around your waist, the three other men surrounding you both as he lapped at your wet folds.
Your head fell back in ecstasy, loud moans leaving you. Your knees hooked over his shoulders, hands buried in his big, thick hair, holding it back so he could focus on eating you instead of it.
The others were palming themselves at the sight of Eric’s tongue messily thrusted in and out of your cunt while he just stared up at you. “Come on, now, what about this, huh?” Tom asked, one hand stroking himself through his pants. With the other he pulled your skin back, just above your pussy, but he was focused on your clit. “Just gonna leave this for me?” Eric gave him a little nod and Tom’s fingers got to work, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Your back arched off the couch, tugging sharply at Eric’s bleached blond hair. “Oh, fuck! Yes, please, keep-keep doing that.” You whined, looking to Tom with a pleading look in your eyes. He just chuckled.
“I’ll be taking compensation for my hard work.” He said, taking your hand and leading it into his pants to his hard cock.
Eric pulled away, wiping his mouth. “She’s good at that, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He asked, looking up at you expectantly. When you tried to answer he pushed two fingers knuckle deep into you.
