Pairing : Eddie Munson x you, platonic you x pining Gareth.
Prompt : Gareth gets his heart broken.
Tag list : @iitsmandii @1lostsoul0fishbowl @week-old-tiramisu
Friday.
To say he was excited about you two regular babysitting routine was an understatement.
Every friday without a fail, he was babysitting his sisters and you were tagging along. Gave the pair of you an opportunity to hang out and be closer. He loved that, be comfortable and be yourself with him..He really loved that. And he wanted to tell you tonight, how much he loved being with you. How much you meant to him. He wanted to ask you out when the girls would be asleep.
When was time to meet up at your car after the bell rang...He was met with an empty parking spot. Weird. But not that unusual since you often tagged along Eddie when you were too tired to drive. Guess he'll just walk and hope you're already waiting at his place.
It took around 15 minutes before he reached his home, his sisters playing outside and his mother smoking out front waiting for him to get there. He frowned when he failed to see you. Where were the fuck were you? You never missed out, so why now? He saw you earlier at school, you were sitting even next to him and laughing at everyone's stupidity.
It made him anxious, unsure why you skipped routine, but all he could do was do his babysitting alone and wait saturday morning to beg his mother to drive him to the trailer park to see what's up.
He had to promise a whole loads of tasks down for a month to his mother just so she could drive him out of town to your place. He didn't really care, he needed an explanation to why his best friend, his..crush bailed on him without warning him prior.
The car ride was quiet, his foot tapping the carpet of the car while they got closer and closer of the trailer park. His mother wasn't that much used of bringing him to your place, but luckily she knew where Munson's lived.
The closer they got, the lower his heart dropped. His eyes slowly tearing up as he witnessed Eddie fucking Munson holding your waist and kissing you while you were giggling.
He didn't know what to do. He wanted to beg his mother to drive back, but no words got out of his mouth. When the couple heard a car approaching and that your head turned with a look of dread on your face, he understood he was never meant to see this. His mother also understood that her oldest was about to cry and she needed to pull him out of this situation.
All Gareth could hear was your voice calling go him and screaming i am so sorry
The ride back home was just a silent mixed his quiet sobs and his rage building up as they got closer to home.
Music echoed the empty street of the suburb, loud booming annoying the residents but after 3 painful years of trying to stop the oldest Emerson's kid…They all knew better than to stay in their lawn and blast their old christian music to outweigh his music.
Even a yell would not get Gareth attention, so many attempts but the blueyed teen would not look your way.
“Gareth, I said I'm sorry!” You yelled once again, desperate to get him to stop but he would only get louder.
The more you tried, the faster he played and palms were getting bloody. It hurted him badly but his ego was always bigger than he would admit.
“Stop!” Your yell was at two inches of his face, hands gripping his wrists down and forcing him to finally stop to look at you.
“You're bleeding for fuck sake, Gare!” You were quieter, but still as anxious.
“I don't care!” He tried to push you back, but failed as you dug your nails in his wrists.
“Yes you care. That's the whole reason we're having this stupid argument!” That earned an embarrassed scoff from him.
“What does it change anyway?” He threw his arms to the sides, almost ashamed to look at you.
“It changes a lot, as a matter of fact! Do you not even realize how you're talking to me right now?!” It hurted a lot to hear him yell at you, he would always avoid it the best he could.
“You chose Eddie, everyone always fucking choose Eddie!” He bit back the need to yell at you, wanting to stay calmer despite how unfair this was.
Of course you didn't forget that the whole reason he was upset was because he saw you kissing Eddie. You did not have much defense other that you did not know Gareth had this stupid crush since since freshman on you, and, it wasn't like he was loud about. Gods above no, he did not want anyone to know about it.
“And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I fell in love with Eddie. It's not like I had any control of what my heart wanted.” You hated hurting your best friend's feelings, you did love him of course.
“And you didn't want me? Not even for a single second?” He said absolutely in pain, he hated himself for not being enough.
“You know it doesn't work like that Gareth. Don't blame me for something out of my control. It's not like I plan to disappear on you because I'm dating Eddie now”
“That's not the point! The point is I'll always be the best friend to you and never your fucking lover!” He pushed himself up, making his drum kit struggle to stay up while he made his way inside his house leaving you alone in the garage.
“Seriously?!” Offended you threw your hands up that he just left you in the middle of an argument. Best you could do is leave him his space and talk to him after the weekend.
Spending the rest of the day with Eddie was filled with a lot of silence while being cuddled up in his bed, since you didn't tell him what happened with Gareth this morning it's safe to say that Munson is worried about the two of you. The friendship with Emerson was extremely important to the both of you and you'd be stupid to not admit you were terrified of losing your best friend.
“Do you think he will forgive me?” Your voice was quiet and muffled due to how you buried your face in your boyfriend's chest.
“He’d be stupid not to” He sighed, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
“How was I supposed to know? It's not like it was obvious he had a crush on me!” A whine left your lips as you rolled on your back and gave Eddie an opportunity to lightly hover you.
“Well…Kind off?” Eddie awkwardly said, like he had known about his friend's crush since forever. “I mean, sure he kept denying it and shit, but the way he looked at you? It even made me jealous”
“Jealous? You're never jealous, Munson, come on!” You laughed at the thought of Edward Munson being jealous.
“Exactly, I'm never jealous because I know there's no way I'd lose you” He rubbed his nose with yours to remind you how stupid you were.
“You're saying I'm just extremely blind?”
“...No…” He slowly said, trying to not hurt your feelings.
“Edward” You looked at him absolutely unimpressed.
“Okay, fine yes, but it's not really your fault?” He closed an eye, almost expecting a slap on the back of his head.
You grunted, covering your face in your hands. “I feel so fucking stupid and I messed up our friendship, great!”
“You did not mess up shit, sunshine. He is pissed, but he'll get over it” He pecked your nose, a soft smile on his lips while he started pestering you with kisses all over your face.
Monday morning had you stressed over nothing. Picking your nails by default due to the anxiety blocking the air of your lungs as you made your way to your best friend's locker. He knew you'd be coming, and he did look like he needed you as much as you needed him.
“I'm sorry-” He tried to say, but the oof that left his throat when you hugged him without a warning cutting him short.
“I am really sorry, Garebear. I didn't wanted to hurt you.” You muttered against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I'm just butthurt Munson gets to kiss you...It's fine” He scoffed followed by a sigh.
“You're not losing our hand holding, or hugs, or cuddles you know? Pretty sure I'd die without your hugs” You tried to reassure, fidgeting with the end of his shirt.
“I'm not losing any of that? Are you sure Eddie is okay with that?” He had to be suspicious, you did have a boyfriend now. He wouldn't be okay if that was him.
“I talked with Eddie and he agreed that as long as it stayed friendly, he didn't care” Guess it made sense, but still didn't sit right with Gareth.
“I..I guess I'll take it. Better than nothing, i guess” A win is a win…Even if it doesn't fully make him happy.
𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: Reader x Eddie Munson, Reader x Steve Harrington, Reader x Billy Hargrove, Reader x Jonathan Byers, Reader x Gareth, Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove x Jonathan Byers x Gareth....x Reader
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Corroded Coffin is an up-and-coming band gaining traction quickly. As the newest member of the band, you don't quite know how things work yet. Through band practices, playing concerts, and living with the band... you quickly find out.
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, Fingering, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v, p in a), protected sex (p in v), cream pie, polyamory, threesomes, gang bang, nipple stimulation, cervix stimulation, overstimulation.
Warnings will be updated as chapters are uploaded. Each chapter will have their own set of warnings.
CW : Smut, fluff, praising, just two lovebirds being needy. Modern Au.
WC : yk i aint counting
Pairing : Adult Gareth x adult fem!reader
FYI : it's my first fem nsfw, give me a chance (i did a trans man nsfw in another fandom)
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His apartment was quiet. The sun was just peaking between the black blinds and the sounds of New York streets getting being busy and loud already.
Soft pants followed by lightly moans came out of the bedroom. Her hand in his hair as he was knelt on the floor between her thighs. Her legs on his shoulders as he was getting his tongue busy.
The soft grip in his hair had his cock throbbing, he loved how expressive she was with her mouth and body whenever he pleased her. He adored the disgusting wet sound of his tongue moving on her cunt, his nose pressed against her clit just enough to make her squirm for more friction.
"Garebear- don't tease" She whined out, her hips slowly rocking against his tongue and just enough to ride his nose. He smiled at her movements, how needy she was for him.
He started getting sick of how his dick hurted with the necessity of being past of her wet folds. He wanted to taste her, savor her for hours just to hear over and over his name softly slipping out of her lips like a chant. He forced himself to deny his need, letting the pre-cum dripping on his length to his thighs.
She started to shake, and he melted. Sucking on her clit like a lifeline that needed to eat that orgasm out of her, making her scream straight out of a porno even if she muffled it by covering her mouth with an hand. His own eyes rolled to the back of his head when he tasted the mix of salt and sweet taste of her. He massaged the soft plump thighs as he moved his face away. Looking at how messy he made her with heart eyes, he did that, god was he proud.
"Fuck me" She begged, not moving an inch from her position, and he kept admiring how her pussy throbbed in need of his warmth.
"Baby please" She whined as he didn't move out a muscle. An eyebrow raised as she propped herself on her elbows to sit and look down at him.
"You're beautiful" He breathed out and instantly started pressing kisses to her thigh to her stomach making her giggling and lay back down.
"Always a flirt" She teased when he kissed his way to her breasts and cup one in his hands to massage.
"Always one for you, love" He smiled, taking between his teeth an hard nipple that caught her breathe off. His tongue running in tiny circle making her squirm, the feeling tickling and exciting her.
"Baby, it tickles" She laughed, her hands to his shoulders to push him away.
"Tickle you say?" He saw this as a challenge, trying to tickle her sides with his lips, then trailing kisses to her neck making her laugh until he stopped at her lips. Chaste and soft, his hand gentle on holding her hip while he held himself up on his elbow with his other arm.
"I want you without one" His cheeks grew red, and placed himself on his knees on the mattress. Her legs around his waist, his hand wrapped around his lenght giving a few strokes that made him sigh with contentment before he slapped the tip of it against her clit earning a whimper.
"I love you" He whispered muffle against her lips, to which she did not reply straight away to since she had been lost into the moment. He did not mind the no reply, he knew that her touch that led upwards to his chest to rest on his cheeks was enough to reassure any insecurities within himself. He moved away to pick a condom, and she gave a slap to it and he raised an eyebrow of confusion at it.
She digged lightly her nails in his arms, wanting his attention before they starting having sex. "Could you...finish inside?" She was shy to ask, but he smiled and nodded.
"Anything my queen wants" She giggled, her own cheeks red as he slowly broke through her walls. Her back arched, her eyebrows knitted as the two adjusted to each other.
"Fuck- Oh fuck, you're always so tight-" He was speechless every single times. Their pants soft and their hips very slowly rocked. Her breasts bouncing and making his mind short-circuit, god she was so fucking hot and she was all his.
He kept a slow pace, wanting to keep his eyes on every single parts of her that bounced, how her lips parted when he hit the right spot and how her eyes slowly rolled back whenever he teased her clit with his thumb.
"You're so beautiful, fuck" He moaned, making her shiver and bite her lips. His grip moved to her legs to her hips, readjusting himself to hover her and slamming his hips harder making her moan in such a pornographic way he almost lost control and came already. "Fucking hell love-"
He couldn't stop moaning, the way she was clenching around the tip of his cock had him so weak, she truly had him around his finger.
"Come on, baby. Come on, be a good boy" The soft and weak moan that escaped his lips would've been worth to record, it was so attractive to see him so submissive.
"I'm gonna cum-" He groaned, lowering his head to her shoulder, slamming rough his hips with hers. His moans grew pathetic as he got closer and closer to his release, her own orgasm following along at how pathetically hot he sounded.
"That's it, that's it love." She bit her orgasm out in his shoulder, digging her nails in his arms.
Their pants heavy as their bodies relaxed, she milked him out with a giggle as he whine his moans. He had to forcefully slip himself out, but kept her hips high to make sure he would be successful.
"Hey !" She gasped, squirming in his grip to move away and this resulting in him laughing.
"What ? You're the one who wanted me to finish inside, might as well make sure it stick" He ended up letting her go so she coulr scurry away to the bathroom, following behind her to go prepare the shower for them.
As she was sat, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head right as he started the water to get warm. His back facing her to let her a moment of privacy while she finished cleaning and stood before him.
"I love you" He said as he held her cheeks in his hands, thumbs rubbing her skin soothingly.
"I love you too" She smiled, letting him help her inside the shower where he washed her all good, pressing soft kisses to every parts he rubbedm
Pairing : Gareth x oc, can work as Gareth x fem!reader
Prompt : She had a sharpie and a dream
Tag list : @week-old-tiramisu @1lostsoul0fishbowl @iitsmandii
Summer finally hit Hawkins, the teens would hit the public pools across town, but she was lucky that her best friend had a pool in his backyard.
She expected the rest of Hellfire or Corroded Coffin to be there, but not today apparently. She sighed with a small smile when Gareth dropped the towels on a chair while she held a sharpie and a notebook.
"Sorry, didn't expect the guys to be busy today" She didn't understand why he was apologizing for, it's not like he had control over the others.
"It's fine, and it's not like we never went swimming just us two" She reassured him while he took his shirt off, making her head tilt for minute while she remembered he had freckles.
"What? Do i got a bug on me or-" He looked around himself to see if there was a spider or anything and she had to laugh.
"No, no. You're okay, i..do have to ask though" She pointed at him with the closed sharpie, not wanting to ask a direct question to her true intentions. "Do you want to swim first or sun bathe first?"
"Uh- I don't know, swim?" She nodded and placed her things down to take off her dress. Now unlike her, he didn't study her form instead he got flustered and look away with how beautiful she looked in a two pieces swimsuit.
They messed around in the water for a good hour. Being two stupid teenagers and trying to compete who can survive the longest underwater (he won), who could reach the other side of the pool the fastest (she won) and who could make the biggest splash (surprisingly the same result).
Gareth was exhausted on the sun lounger, his cheek pressed against the pillow with his arms loosely hanging off and soft grunts as the sun hurted his blue eyes.
She sat at the feet on his lounger, between his open legs and as surprised as he was, he didn't moved a muscle.
"What are you doing?" He asked, a bit muffled due to how tired the teen was getting.
"A stupid thing..Just don't move okay?" She uncapped the sharpie and placed an hand on his back making him shiver.
"Okay" He slowly drifted to sleep at her touch and the feeling of the sharpie tip of his skin.
She started drawing, using some of his freckles as a guide for the dumb idea she had for a tattoo. Gareth slept for 30 minutes and she was still on going with her sharpie. Her position was a bit closer and made the boy shy. She was drawing to his lower back and it tickled a lot so he had to fight himself to remain still.
"Are you almost done?" He asked close to a whisper, not wishing to spook her.
"Yeah I'm done" She smiled, pressing a kiss to his spine before she sat up and it made his face bright red.
"W-what did you draw?" He asked sitting up as well.
"Uhm...You know those medievals scripts ? With the gothic cross?" He had to tilt his head, trying to remember what she meant.
"So..you drew an absolute work of art on my back and i can't even see it. Plus it's sharpie so it's gonna wash out after a few wash too" He whined out, disappointed that he'd lose something she did on him, for him.
"How can i repay you for this rookie mistake?" She leaned closer, well moved to sit closer deeping the hue of his cheeks.
"Draw..something on my chest?" Any excuses just so he could feel a physical contact with her.
"Okay" She smiled, pressing a quick peck to his cheek making him melt and lay back down on the lounge which made her giggle at how cute that action was.
She was back with her sharpie, using his freckles once again as guide and he stayed very still while he was absolutely enamored by the very concentrated girl hovering him.
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: After a rough day at work, you head back to Hawkins to sign your contract with Steve.
𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, praise, dirty talking, nipple play, protected sex (p in v), huge cock, cervix stimulation, overstimulation.
𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4.3k
After you got home, you started packing up stuff. The boys gave you some boxes they had left over from when Tommy moved out, so it was a good starting point. Knick-knacks and decorations were boxed up and loaded into your car. By the time you got finished, it was four a.m. and you finally decided to sleep.
Your alarm clock woke you at nine a.m. and you slammed your hand on it to get it to shut off. A quick shower later you were blow-drying your hair and getting dressed for the day. Light makeup, jeans, and boots were adorned. You threw on your leather jacket over your Metallica shirt to fight against the cold outside and started your drive to work.
You were thankful you had the early shift today. You’d be done by two to head back to Hawkins. However, you also needed to let them know you were quitting. You felt bad that you couldn’t give them a full two-week notice, but at least you could give them a week to start looking for a new bartender.
Your boss, Connor, was pretty kind about the whole situation. He was excited for you. He even said he would come to one of your concerts should you be in the area. He did, however, warn you of Rudy’s wrath. You already knew. Once Rudy found out you were leaving, he’d be upset.
He never really got over his little crush on you, and since you were moving and going to be on the road a lot, he really didn’t have a chance.
Not that he had one in the first place. Good friend — not so good boyfriend. You’d seen exactly how he treated women he was dating.
Speaking of Rudy, he was coming in right now. You jumped a little, startled by his presence having been lost in thought. The bar was empty, save for a few patrons having a morning beer with Connor’s breakfast.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming in today.” You greeted him with a soft smile.
“I wasn’t planning on it. Just passing by and saw Rudy put the help wanted sign back up. Who’d we lose? Carrie? Oh, was it Mallory? Yeah, I never thought she was going to be here long.” He leaned against the bartop, an inquisitive look on his face.
“Oh—no, actually. It’s uh—it’s me. I got the gig with Corroded.” You gave him a sheepish smile.
He was silent for a while. A little too long for your tastes. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he thought about what all this meant for you. For him.
“Wow… that’s… wow. Congratulations.” He nodded slowly, but his voice definitely defied his words. He was upset.
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll be around for another week-ish. But we’re touring Indiana soon… so I have to go get ready with the band.” This was really awkward.
It shouldn’t be. It was your life, and Rudy had literally no say in anything you did. He was just… possessive? Which was literally insane, now that you think about it.
“Well, when it all crashes and burns, I’ll be here.” He nodded more definitively before patting the counter and turning to walk away.
“Asshole.” You muttered to yourself, shaking your head.
The rest of your shift went rather smoothly and you hopped back in your car to head to Hawkins.
You pulled up to the house and parked, getting out and heading up to the door. You felt awkward for a moment, unsure if you should knock or just let yourself in — no one had given you a key yet, and you technically didn’t live there yet.
You decided a mixture of both, giving a quick knock before you let yourself in.
“Hey!” Steve was the one to greet you, sitting at the dining room table. He had papers spread around him, and glasses on his face. It was…kind of cute, really. You didn’t imagine him needing glasses to read, but the accessory on his face was attractive.
He was attractive; and you’d be living with him soon. The thought made your cheeks flush a bit, and you gave him a wide smile.
“Just setting up everything we need to go over before I get you to sign. I kicked the guys out so we could do this with no distractions.” He stood up. “Would you like something to drink? I know you have a bit of a drive here.”
“Oh yeah, water would be fine!” You stepped over to the table and started looking down at the documents in front of you. It was a little overwhelming, to be honest. There were a lot of them. That was to be expected, though. Paperwork was a whole ass thing.
Steve came back and handed you a glass of water. You took a sip before setting it on the table.
“Alright, I’m gonna do this as simply as possible. There are a lot of big words in these documents, which is stupid, but I promise I’m not trying to scam you or whatever.” He picked up a stack of papers, “This is what is expected of you as a member of the band. None of it is crazy, really. It’s mostly just, you know, showing up on time to rehearsals and shows; but since you’ll be here that’s not a big deal. So if you want to take time to read all of that over, go for it.”
Mama didn’t raise no idiot. You knew to actually read it. So, you took your time, reading everything. Nothing really stuck out to you until you got to the end.
“This is also an NDA?” You asked, confused. “Why?”
“It’s mostly just saying, like… you know, we’re all living together and you’ll hear some things, see some things, that we don’t really want to go public with. It’s nothing huge like drugs. But if someone has a girl over, we don’t want everyone and their mother to know about it, you know? Mostly just…keeping our personal life out of the papers.” He explained.
Well, that made a lot of sense. You could understand that.
You signed the last page and dated it, before handing it over to Steve.
“Alright, next is what you should expect from us slash the record label. This is your pay, benefits, things like that. Obviously this will change as the band gets bigger because more money will be coming in, but this is the base starting pay per gig and time spent in the recording studio. If we get any interviews scheduled this is what you’ll be paid.” He pointed out each of the different numbers and your eyes went a little wide.
Well. You definitely wouldn’t be worrying about money any time soon.
“What are the bills for the house? How does that work?” You asked him.
“We take that into account already. Money is set aside from every gig to pay for the bills, so this number that you get paid doesn’t change.”
After a few more stacks of papers to go through, all of the contract was signed and you were officially part of the band.
"Awesome. I'll get this filed and after that we just gotta get you moved here." He smiled at you, shuffling the papers and clipping them together. "We cleaned out some stuff last night, but there's still things we need to move before we can get your bed and everything in there."
"No big deal. I only got, like, two boxes worth of stuff done last night."
"Well, we can get everything out tonight and rent a moving truck. Probably get you here in two days or so?" He asks, stepping around the table towards you.
You nodded, thinking about what was left to pack. "I can get everything done in two days."
"Cool."
Then, something happened. Something you weren't quite expecting. He touched you. Not in a gross or inappropriate way, but he lightly brushed his fingers against your arm. Goosebumps erupted on your skin, and you turned slightly to look at him.
"You know, I was against the whole…letting a girl join the band thing at first, but I never could deny how fucking pretty you were."
Your face heated up, your head tilting back slightly to look up at him. The air was suddenly thicker, your breath coming out in harsher puffs. You didn't know how to respond, really.
However, Steve was in total control of the situation, his fingers reaching up to lightly brush some hair behind your ear.
"I—um.." You didn't know what to say. "Thank you.." you said quietly, biting your bottom lip.
His eyes searched your face for a long while before he seemed to make a decision. He leaned in slightly, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. This close you could smell him. Spearmint, cigarettes, and cologne. You swallowed thickly.
His thumb gently touched your chin before it slid up to tug on your bottom lip. You would've been embarrassed by your next action if the heat in his eyes hadn't turned up significantly. Your tongue snaked out to swipe against his thumb, and he presses it fully into your mouth.
You sucked on it, your tongue laving over it. His lips parted, and his eyes went a little hazy.
"Fuck—" he breathed out heavily, "That's a good girl." He cooed, stepping closer.
He slowly pulled his thumb from your lips and kissed you without warning. How could you refuse? Nothing in your body wanted to stop him. Not the fact that you barely knew him. Not the fact that you were officially working with him, and definitely not the fact that you were about to live with him.
So what if you had a little fun? What harm could it cause?
In reality, a lot, you thought, but you didn't want to think about it. It had been a long time since you'd let loose and just…let go for a while. For long enough to get fucked, anyways.
Your thoughts left your mind the moment you felt the warmth of his tongue brushing your lip, and you opened your mouth for him, wanting to taste him as badly as he seemed to want to taste you.
His body pressed up against yours, making the swell of your ass push against the table. His hands gently touched your sides as his tongue curled with yours. He was going slow, but he was definitely in charge.
He was making sure you wanted this. Well, you didn't have a single qualm — except…
"When are the others coming back?" You asked breathlessly as you pulled from the kiss.
He scowled softly at the mention, before checking his watch.
"We've still got a good forty-five minutes at least." He answers, his breathing slightly hard, too.
You nod, and press up to kiss him again. His hands hook beneath your ass and he lifts you — a little too easily for your liking — onto the table. He was stronger than he looked, and as your hands slid up his biceps you could definitely feel the muscle hidden beneath his shirt.
He groaned into your mouth as your hands roamed up his arms and around his shoulders. He was appreciating the fact that you weren't shy to take what you wanted.
He pressed himself tightly against you, and you could feel the hard bulge in his jeans. He was bigger than you expected. Not that you could complain, but holy shit you knew you would be sore later.
Your hands slid up the sides of his neck and tangled into his hair. It was soft, despite looking like there was a ton of product in it. You weren't quite sure how he did it, but hell why would you think about that right now?
His hand glided up from your thigh to your hip, and then up the bottom of your shirt. He gently grasped your breast through your bra, kneading it.
"I'm not porcelain," you whispered as you pulled from the kiss. You looked up into his hazel eyes, determined. "You can be rougher. I'm not going to break."
"Oh, honey. You have no clue what you're in for." He chuckled. "Let me take care of you beforehand, okay? Promise we can get to the rough stuff once your tight little pussy has taken all of me."
You flushed at that, heat shooting to your core as you nodded a little too eagerly.
His hand slid out from under your shirt and he helped you take off your jacket, tossing it away before his hands threw off your shirt too. He reaches around you and easily unhooked your bra and you let it slide down your arms.
He looked at you, his lips swollen and wet from kissing and slightly turned up at the edges. "Well… aren't you a pretty little thing?" He hummed, reaching forward to delicately pluck at one of your nipples.
You shivered. Then his hands were on both breasts, squeezing.
"Yeah, these are nice…" he sighed happily. His head ducked down to take one nipple between his lips, and he sucked; his tongue working over it.
Your toes curled as you held back moans, your breathing laboring. Fuck, he was good with his tongue. You could only imagine if it was on your—
"Don't hold back." He told you, standing up straight. "Let me hear those pretty noises, hm?" He grinned, before bending back down to take your other nipple into his mouth.
His fingers rolled the other one between them, and your eyes fluttered as you finally released a moan, your back arching into his touch.
His tongue and his fingers worked in tandem, almost musically. It made you wonder why he was only the manager of the band. You kept that locked in your mind to ask later.
Your core was tingling. You needed to be touched desperately. You pressed your thighs together, rubbing, trying to relieve some of the feeling as much as possible.
Steve never stopped. He kept going; kept working your nipples until you were whining desperately for him.
"Shit, Steve, please." You moaned, tugging at his hair. "I need you, please."
Only then did he pull back and give your overstimulated nipples a rest. He grinned at you, too cocky, as his hands moved down to pluck open the button of your jeans.
You laid back, lifting your hips to help him get them off. Your panties were soaked through, and Steve seemed to find this more than amusing as he cupped your pussy.
"God damn," he sighed. "I can't wait to feel this. I bet you're throbbing in there. Tell me how badly you need me, baby." He gently rubbed you, relieving some of the tingling you felt.
"Fuck, please, Steve. I need you. I need you so badly, please. Please, please, please, please, pl—"
"Okay, okay," he chuckled. "I know you're eager. Lift up those pretty hips for me, baby."
You did, and he peeled your panties off, tossing them away with the rest of your clothes.
He was quick to pull his shirt off, revealing his toned chest and abs, complete with a small tattoo on the left side of his abdomen. You didn’t really give the ink another glance, too caught up in waiting for him to fuck you already.
His hands unbuckled his belt and he was quick to shove his pants down. Your eyes went straight to the bulge in his boxers, but you didn’t have to wait long before he was shoving them down, too.
You almost gasped at how fucking big he actually was. You didn’t know how that was going to fit inside you, and you suddenly understood what he’d meant earlier when he said you had to take all of him. There was a lot of him to take.
“Ah, shit—hang on.”
You barely registered that he was stepping away until he was gone and you sat up, watching him open a drawer in the kitchen. He pulled out a condom and waved it at you, grinning. “Community drawer,” he explains, “Anytime you need one.”
You didn’t think about what that really meant right now. Why would you?
“Just come fuck me already,” You groaned at him, laying back.
“Aww, you can be nicer than that.” He teased, as he stood back in front of you. He tore the condom open with his teeth and rolled it on smoothly.
“Please come fuck me already.” You huffed, reaching for him with your legs.
He chuckled and pulled you by your thighs so the bottom of your ass hung off the edge of the table. He pulled your legs up over his shoulders and your insides quivered. He was going to go deep, and you both knew it.
He licked his thumb, not that he needed to, and reached down between your legs to give your swollen clit a soft rub, his free hand grabbing himself to guide his cock to your cunt.
Your back arched, zaps of pleasure running up your body from the simple touch to your clit. Then, he pulled his thumb away and tapped his thick cock against you.
You swallowed thickly.
“You ready?” He asked, his voice thick with need.
“Yes, please,” You were desperate. You both knew it.
He rubbed the head of his cock against you a few times, the very tip of it slipping in slightly. He was using your juices to lube himself up a bit before he began to press in.
The stretch burned.
You whined, fingers curling hopelessly against the table.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. Just take it, baby.” He inched himself in.
Your eyes fluttered as he pressed further and further in, taking it as slowly as he could possibly manage. You thought he’d stop once you felt a brush against that spongey spot inside you, but he just kept going.
You felt something new you’d never felt before once he was fully seated. It was almost a little painful, it tingled.
He was pressed against your cervix. The thought made your whole body shiver. This was going to hurt at first at any rate, but… no one had ever stimulated your cervix during sex before. You weren’t sure if you should be scared or excited.
Fuck if it wasn’t hot that he was so big though.
He looped an arm around your thigh, pressing his fingers against your clit while his free hand gripped your other thigh tightly.
Then, he started to move.
It was slow at first, pulling out and pressing back in, trying to let you get used to the stretch, to the new sensation of his cock pressing against your cervix. You moaned quietly, feeling as though you were a toy for his pleasure, even if he was slowly rubbing your clit to try and make you feel good.
Slowly, the uncomfortableness began to subside, and you were only feeling pleasure with every thrust, your hips wiggling slightly as his fingers sped up against your clit.
“Faster,” You gasped, your back arching off the table.
He did as you asked, finally picking up the pace. His hand gripping your thigh tightened, digging into your skin. You moaned loudly, knowing that the boys could show up at any minute and find you like this. Find you being used by your manager.
It was fucking hot to think about.
His cock nudged your cervix with every thrust, and your pussy clamped down on him in response, making him groan loudly. His hips sped up and he snapped them a little harder.
Your eyes rolled back as a pressure began to build up inside you. This was a very, very new sensation. You’d had clit-stimulated orgasms before, and even gspot-stimulated ones, but this was different.
You could almost imagine feeling him spill his own orgasm deep inside of you, breeding you.
You moaned loudly at the thought, your hands grasping desperately at nothing until your nails nicked into the soft wood of the table. You couldn’t care if you left marks right now. You felt so fucking good.
“That’s it… that’s a good girl.” Steve whispered to you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty.” He groaned, his head tipping back.
Your eyes rolled back at a particularly rough thrust, your mouth wide open in a loud moan.
Your voice pitched a little high as the pressure continued to build and build until you were having a full-body orgasm, your back arching high as your pussy clamped down on his cock. It lasted for a good while, too.
By the end of it, you were so fucking bleary you couldn’t even tell he was still fucking you. He was, though. He hadn’t stopped. The pressure was building up again in your haziness, and you whimpered desperately.
“Steve, please,” You whined. You were so overstimulated, so hazy. He didn’t stop, though. He kept going until a second one hit you and you choked on a moan.
A few more deep thrusts and his hips stuttered to a stop. He was panting, sweat trickling down the side of his face. You barely noticed, still out of it.
You weren’t sure how long it took, but you blearily felt Steve lift you from the table and carry you away. You were placed on a plush surface and covered with a blanket.
When you came to, it was dark outside. You yawned quietly as you sat up, still very naked but definitely in a bed. It smelled like Steve.
You flushed. You’d literally fallen asleep right after.
You stood up on wobbly legs and stepped into the attached bathroom to relieve yourself. Somehow, you were fairly clean, no slickness in sight between your legs. You found your clothes on his nightstand, folded neatly.
Faintly, you could hear talking through the walls. It was too muffled for you to really make out anything, so you put on your clothes and tried to ignore the way your body ached.
He’d really done you in.
You opened the door and stepped out, walking down the hallway.
“ —I just don’t understand why—”
“There she is!” Eddie greeted you first with a wide smile, being the one facing the hallway. “Glad you got a nap in. Steve told us you were tired from working and the drive. You can always use my bed, you know.” He winked.
You laughed softly, trying to play along with Steve’s lie. “Yeah, if I’m anything it’s a hard worker.” You walked further into the living room and took in a deep breath.
“Well, feel free to stay. Gareth is making dinner and we’re supposed to record songs tomorrow anyways.” Steve told you, smiling.
“Yeah, I’ll stay, just —”
“You can sleep in my room.” Billy and Eddie spoke at the same time, before turning to glare at each other.
“Oh, I don’t mind the couch—”
“C’mon, you don’t need to sleep on the couch. Just let one of us crash on it for the night and you can sleep in the room. We’ll draw straws or something.” Billy laughed.
“...alright.” You nodded.
“Dinner’s ready!” Gareth called from the kitchen.
Everyone shuffled in while insisting you make your plate first. So you did; you made two tacos, and piled a good bit of rice onto your plate. You were definitely hungry after…well, your afternoon activities. Not to mention you’d missed lunch.
You all sat at the table together, beer completing the meal. There was a lot of banter between the boys, save Gareth who gave little comments with a sheepish smile, and Jonathan who glared down at his plate while he ate.
You weren’t sure why he hated you so much. What could you do about it right now?
“Hey, are these scratches new?” Eddie asked, rubbing a light colored line in the wood.
You choked on your drink, coughing loudly.
“No, those were definitely there.” Steve nodded, as Billy lightly patted your back.
“I’m fine—” You told him, giving him a smile.
Billy smiled back at you, and you both went back to your meals.
After helping clean up, you let the boys — minus Jonathan — draw toothpicks to see who’s room you’d sleep in.
Billy won and he led you to his room.
“I’m just gonna change and shit, so make yourself comfortable. Also—” He tossed you a shirt from his closet, “You can sleep in that, if you want. You know, to be comfy or whatever.”
You gave him a kind smile and nodded, turning away to give him privacy while he changed.
“Alright, I’m heading out. But if you need anything, let me know. I’ll be on the couch.” He winked at you.
You stared a little too hard at his shirtlessness before nodding. “Thank you.”
“Goodnight, princess.”
“Goodnight!” You called after him, as he left the room. The door shut behind him and you were left alone.
His room smelled good. You had to imagine it smelled like him. He had a vanity in the corner with a lot of hair products and cologne. He took care in his looks, and there wasn’t anything bad about that. You smiled a little to yourself as you got changed into his shirt and climbed into his bed.
You settled in beneath the blankets, wrapped up in the smell of him. He smelled really nice.
You were half asleep when there was a soft knock on the door and it opened up. You sat up slightly.
“Sweetheart? Hey, just wanted to let you know that I’m just upstairs if you need anything. You know, some water, or some cuddling —”
“Eddie, leave the poor girl alone!” You heard Steve shout from his room.
You laughed. “Thanks, Eddie, but I’m alright. I’ll definitely let you know if I’m in the mood to cuddle, though.”
“Alright, alright. Goodnight.” He chuckled, shutting the door.
You settled back down, and soon drifted off to sleep.
