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May 25

vocalist!gideon uses his stylists cum to warm up his throat!

summary: you’re a stylist for the popular vocalist(gideon) in a rock band and you’re both into each other! what happens when gideon gets a sore throat and can’t sing? he uses your cum to coat his throat, of course!

content: smut, cunningulus, caleb mention yay, talk about gideon being a retired playboy, i think that’s it

wc: 3,518

a/n: i don’t like this much but oh well!!!! and yes this is the same band that caleb is the guitarist for. i should give them a name but idk what it should be

this is a repost

i wish i had a rockstar boyfrienddduhhhhh

ever since starting a band with his friends, gideon had turned into a bit of a fuckboy. once the band became a hit and gained fans, he found that women and men alike seemed to throw themselves at him, and who was he to reject their advances?

a couple hookups here, a few blowjobs back stage there, and gideon was living the life. as the main vocalist and songwriter, a lot of their songs had that sexy aspect to it that fans went wild for- especially because every member was extremely attractive.

except someone, probably a higher being, threw a wrench in his plans. the second he saw his new, pretty stylist/ makeup artist, he lost his ability to hookup with people. it vanished overnight- poof! after an embarrassing night with a fan where he had to fake an orgasm because all he could think about was how he wished it was his stylist instead, he decided to abstain from sex so that he wouldn’t get any nasty rumors spread about him and how he couldn’t get it up- because that would be humiliating.

a few hours before their band was supposed to perform a show, gideon was in his personal dressing room. it was small, but his own space that he was thankful to have because his bandmates could be aggravating after a while together on the road. he watched you unpack his show outfits onto a hanging rack, mumbling to yourself as you picked out pieces for later that night.

you tossed him a shirt and a pair of black baggy jeans. “put those on while i pull some accessories.”

gideon held the clothes and smirked at your bossiness. that was something he’d come to appreciate about you and even look forward to on show nights. “maam yes maam.” he teased.

he pulled his t shirt off and dropped it to the floor, lifting up the shirt you’d thrown at him to look at it. it was a black crop top with rips throughout it that made it look edgy, a similar style to other ones you’ve put him in recently.

“another crop top? i’m starting to think you like seeing my abs.” he teased, pulling the material over his head and stretching to show off his abs, watching you blush.

you shook your head and held up two belts, trying to decide which to put him in. “your fans like to see you half naked, thats the only reason i keep styling you in them.” it’s in this moment that you decide to thank god ‘liar liar pants on fire’ wasn’t a literal saying, because your style choices weren’t ever selfless- crop tops and low-ish waisted pants were your go-to for gideon.

when you turn back to him, your mouth starts to salivate and the place between your legs warms. this crop top was more cropped than the others, showing off plenty of his abs, and the jeans were a bit too baggy on his waist, the fabric settling low on his hips which made the waistband of his boxers and the top of his happy trail peek out.

you clear your throat and nod, thrusting a silver studded belt out to him. “put this on, your pants are falling off.”

gideon takes the belt and tilts his head in amusement at your red cheeks. “i bet you got these pants a size too big so you could ogle me. i’m scandalized, and by my own sylist.”

he shakes his head and sighs, feeding the belt through his pant loops and fastening it with slow movements, trying to tease you with the stroking motions of his fingers. and it worked.

you swallowed hard and shook your head, looking up at his smug face. you were a stylist- a professional. you would not be bested by the worlds hottest singer in the business.

“i would never do something like that. i take my job seriously, something that you clearly don’t have worry about.” you mutter the last part.

gideon watches you, lost in thought. you’d always been so.. snappy and bossy. he wondered if you were tense, and if so, why? were you overworked? underfucked? the thought of your bad moods being because of sexual frustration sent heat flaring up his spine.

he watched your fingers as you untangled two necklaces and imagined how you might use them to stuff yourself full of them. he was sure they were too small to give you any sort of adequate satisfaction.

he was imagining how you might look on a hotel bed, naked and fucking yourself with those pretty fingers- the same ones that dress him head to toe at every show. he imagined that his fingers- which were longer and thicker- would definitely satisfy you more than your own.

he was pulled out of his thoughts when you move to stand behind him, working on clasping a necklace on him and meeting his eyes in the mirror after.

“do you like this one?” you ask, hands running over his chest in an attempt to smooth out the shirt.

he licks his lips and answers, looking at you instead of the necklace through the glass. “if you like it, yeah.”

you add another necklace and spin his chair, grabbing your makeup bag and plopping it in his lap. gideon smiles up at you, clearly having no issues with you using his lap as your table.

as you’re doing his eyeliner, you’re both silent and still. you’re leaning close to him, the tops of your full breasts perfectly in his line of vision and your hand rests on his thigh to balance yourself as you draw a perfect tiny wing on his eyelids.

your perfume was like a bubble around gideons head, breathing the intoxicating scent in with every breath he took due to your close proximity. unfortunately for him, your smell had a pavlovian like response in him, his cock thickening rapidly below your makeup bag and his pants.

he cleared his throat awkwardly and you gripped his chin, mumbling. “stay still. be good.”

well fuck if that didn’t make matters worse for him, the praise went straight to his already half hard dick. he could feel sticky pre cum wetting the fabric of his boxers.

“mm. ‘kay, eye makeup’s done, don’t rub at your eyes. that’s some of my best work” you drop the eyeliner back into the bag on his lap and look up to see his normally soft brown eyes turned molten hot staring right into yours.

the sight makes your thighs clench and your stomach do a little flip- those were the fuck-me eyes that got millions of likes on tiktok edits.

and they were directed at you.

you swallow hard and are about to speak when the bands manager yells through the door about showtime and sizzling tension between you two fizzles out.

you back away and work on cleaning up your station as gideon walks to the door. “thank you again for making me look pretty.” he teases lightly.

when you turn to look at him, he has a soft smile on his face.

you roll your eyes but find yourself smiling back. “shut up and go woo your fans, gideon.”

—

you stand backstage watching the band play to a sold out crowd, smiling as they play their hearts out. you were lucky with landing this job- lucky that you were working for a group that was actually good. you’d been worried that you would get stuck working for a band that couldn’t sing or play at all, but that wasn’t the case with gideon- er, the band.

you shook your head and told yourself to get it together. your brain seemed to be wired to only think about gideon lately- given that he was your client, it made sense. but what didn’t make sense was imagining his face between your legs when you’re alone- which had been happening embarrassingly often lately.

the lights suddenly dimmed on stage and you looked up. they were debuting a brand new song tonight, one that even you hadn’t heard, so you were immediately interested.

as the song progresses it’s clear that it doesn’t align with the typical ‘fuck boy’ narrative their songs normally have, but instead it’s more sensual in a way.

during one of the guitar solos, you catch gideons eyes just in time to see him smirk and wink at you- he winked at you! while he was on stage in front of thousands of fans!

your cheeks instantly heat and you can’t help the giggle that forces its way out of your mouth. maybe you’re no better than his obsessive fans that lose it when he looks their way, or maybe that look genuinely meant something. was it a coincidence that he winked at you during the first song that he’s written that hasn’t been playboy-esque? probably.

—

a few days later you’re back in his dressing room, styling him for the next concert. you noticed that gideon seemed a bit low energy, laying on a small couch instead of chatting with you in a chair like usual.

the band's manager told you that gideon had a cough that was making his throat extremely scratchy. everyone was worried about him singing tonight, so he was put on vocal rest, not talking unless absolutely necessary.

you wander over to his form on the couch, holding up yet another crop top and a pair of pants. “yes, no, maybe so?”

gideon glances over the outfit quickly, nodding, but making no move to get up.

you sigh quietly. you were not cut out to be a caretaker- you'd chosen fashion school over nursing school for a reason. pouty rock singers were not your forte. “uhmm, soo, you’ve gotta get changed so i can do your makeup and accessories. have any plans of doing that anytime soon?”

gideon, realizing that this was his golden opportunity to get physically closer to you, sighed dramatically and shook his head, laying a hand over his forehead.

“are you trying to convey that you’re too weak to change yourself?”

he nods and smiles at you.

you rub your forehead, annoyed. you hadn’t woken up this morning prepared to play charades just to do your job. “oookay, and what do you expect me to do, dress you?” you say sarcastically. because pfft, that was wayy above your pay grade-

gideon nods again, more enthusiastically this time and your jaw drops. “gideon! i am not changing you, you’re a grown man, not a baby!”

he sits up on the couch and furrows his brows, speaking despite being advised not to, his voice even more gravelly than normal. “i can’t do it, sweetheart, i need your help. pleasee?”

and damn if he didn’t give you those eyes again.

“don’t use your voice, your manager will kill me-”

“help me change and i’ll be quiet.” he interrupts you.

you contemplate your options in silence and decide to help him. it’s not like you haven’t seen him half naked before, how much worse could it be touching him?

—

it was much, much worse. you opted to take his shirt off first, but you hadn’t expected his skin to be burning against your fingertips as they skimmed across his ribs.

gideon sucked in a sharp breath as your fingernails drug across his skin, his lower stomach tightening. he kept his eyes on you the entire time you pulled his top off. was it a bad idea to ask you to undress him? definitely. did he regret it? not when you were touching him like this, no, and definitely not when you had that flushed look on your face and fire burning in your eyes.

clearing your throat and stepping back, you fold the shirt and lay it on a desktop. “stand up and i’ll deal with your, uh, pants.”

gideon stood slowly, his height towering over you and his eyes boring a hole into yours, your panties getting increasingly more damp.

you froze, staring at him with your lips parted for longer than you should’ve. the sound of the fans in the background cheering for the opener was the only sound filtering into the room, but not loud enough to cover the sound of your heavy breathing.

he reaches out and toyed with your hair, his voice scratchy when he spoke. “thought you were gonna take my pants off?”

you blush and shake your head, laughing awkwardly. “don’t say it like that, it sounds dirty.”

“isn’t it, though? c’mon, i can read your body language, you’re as into me as i’m into you.”

you sputter and rush to deny it, but he interrupts you.

gideon steps closer, his body heat radiating off of his skin and his scent enveloping you, his breath tickling your face. “i know what arousal looks like, i know what a woman who’s turned on by me looks like, and i know what it looks like when someone is fighting their desires. you look like all three.”

you look up into his eyes and he groans, the puppy dog eyes you give him making his cock twitch in his pants.

“fuck- don’t look at me like that. listen, if you really don’t want anything with me, tell me and i’ll back off, but i’m kiinda known for being good at reading girls signals.”

you think things through for a split second. if you mess around with gideon- your client and a celebrity- you’d be risking your job and your name. was it worth it?

you give gideon a nod, deciding that you do want this- but even moreso, you want him. not just sex or kissing or whatever it is that he used to do with other women, but you actually want to be with HIM.

as he leans in for a kiss, you place a hand on his warm chest and push him back, earning you a head tilt in confusion from him. “you’re sick, gid’, you should rest. you shouldn’t even be talking- shit, your manager’s gonna kill me!”

you shake your head and look around the room for a kettle. “i’ll make you some tea, that’ll help. what kind do you like?”

gideon hummed, a hint of a joke in his words. “normally i just use cum.”

you gape at him, heat flooding your face. “gideon! you drink your own cu-”

“what? no! no, it’s always a womans cum. i haven’t done it in a while though, since i’ve been on my celibacy journey.”

“oh? you, celibate? that’s hard to believe.” you joke, trying to change the subject from the whole cum drinking thing.

gideon raised an eyebrow. “well it’s true. i realized that when you really like someone you need to stop entertaining other women.”

“what an outstanding realization.” you deadpan and give him attitude because his ‘realization’ was painfully obvious.

“see? you’re tense. let me help you feel better, it’s a win win situation.” he practically pleads with you, finger tracing over your jawline.

your stomach flips and you shake your head at the absurdity of this situation. “you’re asking to eat me out? right now?”

he nods silently.

“no. absolutely not, that’s beyond unprofessional.”

—

it was in this moment that you realized gideon missed his true calling as a salesperson. you couldn’t even remember how he’d managed to convince you to let him eat you out, yet here you were, sitting on a directors type chair with gideons tongue stuck so far up your pussy that you were convinced it had multiplied.

you moaned and gripped his shoulder hard (since his hair was too short to hold), nails sinking into his skin. “gid- fuck, slow down-”

he murmured something that was muffled by your folds. he was holding onto your thighs with a gentle grip, his eyes shut with a pleased expression on his face. he looked calmer than you’d seen him look in months.

up until this moment you’d never really understood how someone could be a messy eater- but the man had your juices all over his face, some even up on his forehead somehow.

he curled his tongue inside of you and rubbed your clit with his nose, humming happily as he licked you up.

pleasure curled in your lower belly, building and making you grind against his face, chasing the feeling.

peeking up at you from his position on the floor, gideon groaned at the sight of your face all twisted in pleasure, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

“close- i’m so close, just.. oh!” you yelp as gideon pushes two fingers in below his tongue, stroking gently at first.

“mmh come then, sweetheart.” he murmurs.

gideon tests you with his fingers- curling them, scissoring them, using soft strokes and hard ones- just to find what makes you cry out the loudest.

once you clench down on his tongue and grip the sides of the chair, gideon curls his tongue up and scissors his fingers, making you gasp and fall apart on his tongue.

as you’re babbling on while you cum, gideon closes his eyes and practically bathes in your juices, licking and slurping loudly. he continues his attack on your poor overstimulated pussy until you’re shoving at his shoulders, unable to take any more.

pulling away from you, he immediately meets your eyes to make sure you’re satisfied while sucking your juices off of his fingers.

you groan at the sight before you. gideon was kneeling on the floor, his face and hand covered in your cum, his shoulder red from where you had held onto him so hard, and his pants tented very obviously.

as you stood and redressed yourself on shaky legs, gideon collected and licked up every bit of the moisture on his face, looking as happy as a kid in a candy store.

you scoff in disbelief. “i thought you were joking about eating cum when your throat is scratchy.”

he shakes his head and smirks, releasing his finger from between his lips with a loud pop! “why would i joke about that?”

you blink at him rapidly, stunned. “your voice is… fine now?”

gideon shrugs, his voice now lacking the scratchy sound from earlier, back to its usual gravelly tone. “i told you, cum is the cure for most things.”

you shake your head and button your jeans, deciding to ignore his words. no way cum was a cure for a sore throat, tsk, he was probably pranking you somehow.

your eyes fix on the bulge in his pants, and in a moment of bravery you speak. “let me repay you.”

gideons eyes go heavy the second he understands what you’re implying, his dick throbbing against the fabric of his jeans.

as he’s about to give you the green light, his manager pounds on the door and yells about how he needs to get to stage in one minute.

your eyes widen and you jump into action while gideon groans in frustration. you pull his top over his head and force necklaces around his neck quickly.

gideon laces his boots up and looks down at the very obvious bulge in his pants.

you stifle a laugh at the unfortunate timing. “sorry, can you perform like that?”

he nods and tries to will it away with his mind. “i can but i’m probably going to go viral after this concert for it.” he shrugs. “nothing i can’t deal with.”

your eyes quickly dart over him, lingering on his face and where it’s still damp in some areas, either from your cum or his spit- you weren't sure which.

“shit- let me wipe your face really quick.” you reach for a makeup wipe, but his manager yells again from the door, insisting that gideons going to miss his call time if he doesn’t leave now.

gideon smiled at you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, tasting yourself on him. “leave it, it’s good luck. thanks for everything, come watch me?”

you nod and smile back. “i always watch you perform, gideon.”

—

that night the bands fans go crazy online, spreading pictures of the singer on stage and making edits of him, hypothesizing why he was visibly hard on stage.

some fans were criticized for saying that gideon might have a girlfriend now, saying that the love songs he’s been performing lately were a sign that he was dating someone.

most of the fans heavily denied this because they didn’t want to believe that their chances with him were 0%, which they would be if he was in a relationship.

you and gideon shocked his fans months later when the two of you were swarmed by paparazzi on a date, pictures of the two of you holding hands while in a restaurant went viral.

some of his toxic fans unstanned him for this and instead began stanning the bands guitarist, caleb, because his aesthetic fit the fuckboy rock band aesthetic they craved.

little did they know (or anyone, for that matter) that caleb wasn’t single either, hooking up with the most popular pop singer in their league.

a/n pt2: if this is bad please just move on, i can’t deal with people telling me something i already know today LMFAO. i’ve got gideon on my brainn

originally posted nov 29, 2025

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