Euphoria // Grunge One-Shots

First time - Stone Gossard*

"How long have you been dating now?" Mike asks Stone with a smirk. Stone sighs, "Two months, Mike, but you know that very well so stop asking questions you already know the answer to."

I knew where this conversation was headed. Mike always starts about the fact that Stone and I haven't slept together yet. It's not that we both don't want to, we do. It's just, I've never slept with anyone before and let's just say I'm a tiny bit scared and nervous every time it comes close.

Stone fully understands me and always tells me he'll wait as long as needed. He never makes fun of me either, but I just can't help but feel like I'm letting him down.

"And you two never had sex? God that's just pathetic, guys." and there it is. I've never really paid much attention to his comments, but today is different.

I jump up from where I was sitting on the sofa, quickly throw on my jacket and leave the house within seconds. The voices inside are all scolding Mike for being a dick and I can't help but smile a little at my friends, but I really don't feel like going back in there right now.

A good two hours later, there is a knock on my apartment door. I let out a sigh and walk over to open the door, a duvet loosely hanging around my shoulders. The eyes I'm met with are concerned ones from my boyfriend. "Mike is a dick, don't listen to him and don't let his idiotic words affect you."

Stone always knows just how to make me feel better, he's always been amazing with words. "I know. Just wanted to be alone for a bit, thank you for not following me straight after."

The smile that enters his face is beautiful as he steps closer and wraps his arms around me after closing the door behind him, "I know you, (Y/N). I know you don't appreciate me following you around everywhere, I know you sometimes need some time alone. You underestimate how good I actually know you."

"That's probably true." I kiss his lips and all my sorrows immediately leave my mind. His lips are an even better cure when it comes to my insecurities.

I make the both of us some tea and sit on the other end of the sofa from where Stone is sitting, turning so I'm facing him entirely, our legs tangled in one another's.

My eyes are on Stone and he's just as much staring at me as I am at him. "You're beautiful, (Y/N)." it comes out as a whisper. Even though he says it multiple times a week, the comment always makes me blush. He laughs at how flustered I still get around him and places his teacup on the side-table before crawling over to me and kissing me passionately.

Stone takes the cup I'm holding out of my grasp and places it on the table next to his, never disconnecting our lips. His hands move to my waist and he gently slides me down so I'm lying down on the couch with him hovering above me, his hands now on either side of my body.

I lean up a bit, deepening the kiss. He nibbles on my lower lip before sliding his tongue across my teeth, asking for permission to enter. I open my mouth and meet his tongue halfway.

A small moan escapes my mouth when he bites down on my lip once again, a little harder than before. Stone lets out a low groan at the sound I make and I can feel him completely losing himself.

Make-out sessions like these are so insanely perfect. Stone's always so gentle, never pressuring me into doing anything, but he always knows how to make it sensual and heated, never becoming rough and needy.

Without acknowledging what I'm doing, I buckle my hips up and meet his clothed hard-on. Stone hisses and disconnects our lips to let out a heavy sigh, "If you don't want to continue, you certainly shouldn't do that. I'm afraid I won't be able to contain myself if you do that one more time." he says with a concerned smile on his face.