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He's so pretty I wanna cry

Disclaimer:MATURE content, swearing, drinking, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse,

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Year:1990

The Roxy

Steven's pov

I was aware that my addiction was out of control and that I was becoming unreliable. I missed rehearsals, went up to practice intoxicated or high, and even got into fights with my bandmates. But music was my escape, a way of dealing with the upheaval in my life. It was the one thing that made me feel alive. And now it's gone. I felt lost, like a ship without a captain. Without music, I had no idea who I was. It was my identity, my passion, and my reason for life. But now, while I sit alone in this dark and dirty bar, I realize that my addiction has consumed me.

Now I'm sitting in at the bar, drowning myself with alcohol. I might as well meet my dealer outside to start a line and end the day on a high note. It feels like just the other day that I was a carefree and ambitious person with hopes and goals to strive for. But somewhere along the road, I got dissatisfied with life and turned to substances to dull the pain. And now I'm sitting here, relying on my dealer and a bartender to get me through the day.

"Steve, you good man? I haven't seen you this fuckin down since the tour was set back," the bartender Jason asked as he cleaned the glasses around the bar. I took the last sip of the strong drink and slammed the glass on the table. "Yeah, well, Jason, I don't have to worry about the damn tour on set back anymore. They fuckin kicked me out." I sighed and waited for another drink. I could see Jason's mouth drop from the corner of my eye. It's fuckin hypocritical. They all do lines and drink. What's one more from me? I kept contact with the wood in front of me."Oh shit, dude, I'm so sorry" Jason poured me a new drink and slid it to me.

"It's the shits, man. If I can help, let me know," he said with empathy. Jason was a good guy. He knew the band personally from how we used to come by a lot. I held my hand to stop him from continuing. "Nah, I'm good but thank you. I appreciate it," I said, backing my drink down my throat. I was sitting at the bar, lost in thought and sipping on my stiff drink, when I felt someone near me.

I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I just assumed it was a fan trying to talk. Normally, I wouldn't mind it, but today isn't the right day. "Look, I'm not really in the mood to sign anything, man. Sorry," I said, bringing the glass to my lips. "Oh well, good thing I'm not here for an autograph." a sweet voice broke me out of my trance. I knew that voice. Once I heard that familiar voice, I knew it immediately; it reverberated within me like a wonderful symphony transcending the world.

I turned to see y/n. Izzy's sister. Oh shit. She's always been sweet to me and the guys. She even came to my house on my birthday with presents and a cake when the guys didn't show up. Izzy called me, but she actually visited me and knew things about me that others didn't. She looks fine as hell. She's got our band tee on. Seeing my face on her makes me-

"What're you doing here?" I asked in a tone that didn't sound the best. She looked from my face to my drink. "I heard the news." She slid her hands into her jacket pockets." I'm sorry, Stevie, I really had no idea they were going to do it." she looked like she was telling the truth. I knew she didn't have anything to do with it, but at that moment, I was mad at everyone in and involved with the band.

I smirked at her, turning my body fully to face her on my stool. "Sure you didn't. I'm sure Izzy didn't tell you anything," I said with a sarcastic tone. She looked hurt. You fucked up big time, man. Her eyes dropped down to look at the floor. She met my eyes with a hint of anger. "Don't point your finger at me, Steven. You know damn well I had nothing to do with it, and if I had heard they were going to do it, I would've tried to stop them." she put her finger in my face with determination. Damn, she's sexy when she's angry.

I shook my head with guilt. I looked at the floor, rubbing my face."I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you wouldn't and never had anything to do with it." I looked at her face with shiny eyes. "I'm just pissed at everything today." she nodded with understanding, taking a seat beside me. "I get that. I would be, too. It's okay. She patted my hand that was on the table.

She ordered her drink, which was a comfortable yet awkward silence. She played with the rim of her glass. "Are you planning on drinking your sorrows away?" she asked, taking a drink while looking at me. I kept quiet, looking down at my glass. "No.No. Steven, please tell me you're not waiting on your dealer," she begged. I couldn't look her in the eye. I knew she'd be sad and disappointed. "I called him when I got here." I finally looked at her; her eyes were watery with tears that threatened to fall.

"Why? Why do you do this to yourself?" she asked desperately. I could tell she wasn't pitying me, but she was asking honestly. "I just needed to get my mind away from myself. If that makes sense. I couldn't handle the thoughts I had anymore." she nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, I just needed a break from reality. I never meant for it to go this far." I played with my hands, ashamed. Y/n's small ring-littered hand met with mine. She hooked her fingers under my cheek and brought my eyes to meet hers.

"I'm not disappointed in you, Steven. I'm worried. Why didn't you tell me what was happening?" she begged me to tell her. "And the guys have no reason to talk. My brother knows what you're going through, so maybe he could help you." she compromised. I nodded along with her words. " I didn't want to be a burden to you. That's why I didn't say anything. I thought I could tame it, but it kept eating me alive. "If you have that feeling like you want to drink or take a line, let me know, and I will do anything to get your mind off of it." we both laughed. I would do anything with her anyway.

"So, do you have that feeling now?" she asked. I looked into her eyes with deep meaning. "Yeah, and I know how to distract myself." she raised her eyebrows in the cutest way possible to get me to continue. I was about to either wreck our friendship or get the balls to continue my question.

"You wanna get out of here?"

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3rd person pov (at Stevens place)

Steven slammed Y/n against the shut door of his place. Their lips' quick, sensual contact shows an endless need for more from each other. This passionate encounter captures a raw, primal intimacy that goes beyond the tangible realm. The rush and heat the two felt would make ice melt if it was placed on their bodies. Steven hastily tugged at her jacket that she was trying to throw off. They made their way to the couch in a euphoric state. Steven hovered over the girl as he detached their lips and kissed up the soft skin of her neck. Her soft moans sent shivers down the drummer's spine.

Y/n pulled the blonde's shirt clean off and smashed their lips back together. Their lips meet rapidly, fervently, revealing an unquenchable longing for further intimacy. Their bodies were on fire, burning with an overwhelming intensity. Every touch, kiss, and caress only deepened their passion for each other. As they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, their hearts pounded in sync, and their breaths fell in desperate gasps.

The blonde reached for the pants buckle on the beautiful girl below him. In a rushed state, Y/n threw her shirt off and undid Stevens's belt as well. Both pairs were on the floor beside the two. Steven then unhooked her bra with care and lust. Her bra was thrown into the room, landing on a lamp somewhere. The lace is now a distant memory. His lips placed soft kisses against the silk she called skin on her stomach. She writhed beneath his touch. "St-Steven," his name dripping from her swollen lips was enough.

Steven picked her up, hooking her legs around his waist. Their smiles were bright as he walked them to his bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed. He tugged playfully at the panties she had on. She gave a tantalizing smile that drove him wild. He slid them down her legs and tossed them on his bedroom floor along with his boxers. He reached into his bedside table before continuing.

He looked into her hooded eyes, staring up at him. He asked silently for permission. She responded with a sultry smile as she latched her legs around his waist, once again bringing them together. The sensation brought them both to gasp as Steven started to move. The feeling was deep between the two. It was fast and lustful at first. Y/n's eyes fluttered open to meet Steven's dark ones.

He peered into her eyes, finding his new favorite color. The once hazy and lustful actions turned into sweet and compassionate. Steven's pace got slower, making sure the both of them felt pleasure and were safe. It was passionate, comfortable, and, dare anyone say, loving. The two stayed in their own bubble with heated skin and breathy gasps.

Their hands delved into every crevice and curve, their lips tracing every inch of skin, leaving a trace of trembling between them. The intensity between them was undeniable, like a magnetic force drawing them closer and closer, unable to resist the pull.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as they gave to their sweet desires, a dance of pleasure and need. They were overwhelmed with an insatiable hunger, a craving that only grew stronger with each passing second. The heat between them drew them further into one other, their hot bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Nothing else mattered at the time; the world outside vanished as they lost themselves in the bliss of their physical connection.

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The pair eventually dropped onto the silky sheets of the bed after hours of intense romance. The lingering scent of their bodies soaked into the room, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that only enhanced the intimate setting.

The two had settled down after their activities. Y/n was lying on Steven's chest while he rubbed her soft, bare, back The two were sweaty and tired. The sheets were tangled around their legs, revealing their deep physical bond. Their breathing was now soft, and their bodies tingled from the pleasure they had just had. As they lay in each other's arms, they couldn't help but reminisce on their moments together.

"Was this your plan all along? Do get into my pants at the end of the night?" Y/n asked sweetly, leaning on her elbow with her front pressed on Steven's chest. He shook his head. "no see I planned to do that tomorrow but it came sooner then later. And I didn't hear you complaining." he laughed at his crude remarks as Y/n giggled and smacked his chest playfully.

She lay back on his chest in a comfortable silence. They were content to simply lay there, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and the comfort of their intense feelings. Steven rested his chin on her tangled hair. His hair looked no better, all frizzy and sticking to his forehead. "Hey," Steven broke the silence. Y/n hummed with cheek on his chest. "You wanna go out tomorrow?" he asked, looking down at the enchanting girl on him. She looked up at him with a breathtaking, soft, tired smile. "I'd love to." The two smile at each other in a post-sex haze as their lips meet in a soft brush. They released with a quiet click.

Steven kissed her head softly. And as they fell asleep, still wrapped in one other's arms, they felt they belonged together in a peaceful and blissful silence.

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This was definitely mature, but I'm honestly proud of it lol. I'm not really good at writing mature scenes. Please bear with me. I got a little carried away🙈🥲

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