Band One-Shots (Open!)

Wasted (Devin Sola)

"Hey Jenny! Can you come here please?" I heard my brother Eric call. I made my way to the front of his tattoo shop, where I worked.

  He was there with a guy that had black hair with a bit of white in it, who was covered in tattoos and had a nose piercing.

  "Mr. Sola this is Jenny, she'll be doing your tattoo." Eric said, gesturing to me. "Sounds like a plan." the client smiled.

  The tattoo he wanted was a very detailed one, one that would require multiple sessions that would each require quite some time.

  As I would work on his tattoo, I learned he's called Devin, though he sometimes goes by Ghost.

  He's also in a band called Motionless In White, and he loves purdy much all things dark and spooky.

  I've developed a bit of a crush on him, but I'm not too sure he feels the same. He did invite me to a party though, when I finished his tattoo.

  I arrived outside and turned off my engine, checking over my outfit before I headed inside.

  I had my dark brown hair tied up in a pony tail, my purple bangs hanging freely with a black bandana to compliment my hair.

  I was wearing a plain, black, thick strapped tank top, with black straight leg jeans.

  Satisfied with my appearance, I headed inside. The party was already in full swing, and I knew finding Devin in here would be a pain in the ass.

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted him, asking where he was. I stayed by the front door awkwardly.

  He responded a minute later, saying he was in the kitchen with his bandmates. I found him quickly then.

  "Jenny! Hey!" Devin exclaimed, pulling me in for a hug. He already smelled faintly of alcohol, but the cologne he was wearing stood out more.

  He introduced me to his bandmates then, who were called Chris, Ricky, Balz, Ryan, and Vinny.

  After about an hour, Devin and I were drunk off our asses. "Come with me okay?" he yelled over the music.

  I nodded, and he took my hand to pull me upstairs to what I guessed was his bedroom.

  Chris was there with a girl that had red and blonde-ish hair, making out with her on Devin's bed.

  "You two. Out." Devin slurred, wrapping his arm around my waist. The girl broke away from Chris with a giggle before leading him out.

  Devin shut the door and locked it, then pushed me against it before slamming his lips against mine.

  My bright blue eyes remained open in shock. Was Devin actually fucking kissing me?!

  "Should I not be doing this?" he murmured against my lips, opening his eyes slightly.

  I placed my hand on the side of his face and kissed him passionately.

Before I knew what was happening, Devin and I were on the bed, pulling each other's clothes off.

  "You sure you're okay with this?" Devin asked, hooking my panties with his finger.

  I nodded, so he slid them off ne and tossed them to the floor, then let his boxers join them as I reconnected our lips.

  "Ready?" he whispered against my neck, lining up with my entry. "Mhmm."

  He pushed into me slowly, making me moan. "Should I stop?" he worried, staying still inside me.