#eurory

Euronymous If it was just the two of you in your shared apartment (as opposed to his bunk at Helvete), and Øystein found you curled up, napping in bed, he'd chuckle under his breath and nestle himself behind you. He'd get himself situated, spooning you and burying his face in the back of your neck. This fucker absolutely loves cuddling and he'd end up wrapped around you so tightly that when you wake up, you won't be able to get out of bed until he wakes up and is convinced to let you go after some grumbling and whining.

Ollie Sway - The Song of Sway Lake If Ollie came home and found you napping, especially if you were wearing one of his shirts, he would just die. He'd crawl into bed with you so eagerly that he'd probably wake you up while trying to get cuddled up to you, then shush you and tell you to go back to sleep, pulling you into his chest while apologizing for waking you up.

Clyde - Electrick Children If Clyde found you napping in his bed during the day, I think he'd stand guard by the door to make sure that nobody wakes you up. His 'apartment' really isn't the quietest place with the most considerate tenants, so he'd be worried about someone bursting in and waking you up, especially if you really needed the sleep.

Charlie Walker - Scream 4 If anyone on this list is gonna watch you sleep, it's gonna be Charlie. I can totally see him pulling up a chair and watching for a while before eventually crawling under the blankets with you. He can't help himself. You just look so soft and vulnerable when you're asleep, and he rarely gets to see you looking so peaceful.

Danny Cooper - Intruders Danny Boy would melt if he saw you curled up, taking a midday nap in his bed. I think he'd just let you sleep and check on you every few minutes, poking his head in to make sure you're still sleeping soundly while he quietly wanders around the apartment cleaning up and getting a little snack ready for you when you wake up.

Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home I think that if you're dating and living with Jack, you're probably really used to falling asleep alone and waking up with him next to you. I think he'd be considerate about not waking you up and would just drape an arm over your waist if he wanted to sleep too.

Mike - 5lbs of Pressure I can picture the way that Mikey's breath would hitch in his throat if he found you sleeping in his bed. Mostly, it's the cutest thing he's ever seen, but he's also glad that you feel safe enough in his room to just fall asleep like that. He'd be tripping over himself to get next to you and lie there listening to your peaceful, soft breathing while looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face.

Gabriel - Gabriel (2014) Sweet boy Gabe would be so careful not to wake you up. He'd probably spend a good few minutes pacing, trying to decide whether or not he should risk waking you up by getting into bed with you. He wants to. Of course, he does, more than anything, but he'd overthink it for sure. If he did decide to risk it, he'd move so slowly and carefully that it would probably take him an hour to settle.

A bell chimed as you entered through the front entrance of the store. Your eyes flickered around, taking in the selection of music, and the grunge-y atmosphere. Your heels clacked against the checkered patterned floor as you wandered around the shop. Slowly you collected a bundle of records in your arms, growing satisfied with your collection you made your way to the counter. 

Your eyes flashed over the boys behind the counter, one was a tall lanky blonde, the other being a shorter boy with long black hair. 

“ Is this it for you? ”

“ Mhm- Just that. ”

Your eyes wandered around the shop, fluttering over the large collection of music. All the while you were oblivious to the wandering eyes you attracted while checking out. Sure your blouse was low cut, and your jeans were low rise, and maybe your thong peeked out over your jeans, but what was so scandalous about that?

“ Fifty Dollars. ”

You opened your purse, rummaging around for spare bills, but even as you collected all the cash you were short, twenty dollars short. 

A small huff left your lips, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your brow furrowing. 

“ Mm’ short a few.. ”

You looked up at the black haired boy, fluttering your lashes. 

“ I think we can work something out, right Dead? ”

Pelle only nodded, stepping forward to stand beside Øystein. 

“ Come on, let’s go somewhere more private.. ”

You took Øystein’s hand, following after him he led you down to the basement, leaving Pelle to close up the shop before coming down.

You took in the decor, or lack there of. There was a modest sized leather sofa, a small wooden coffee table, and boxes of records stacked in the corner. 

Your heels clacked on the cement floor as you walked over to the sofa, sitting down on the middle cushion. You watched as the Øystein came down the stairs, Pelle in tow, shutting the basement door behind him. 

They took place on either side of you, exchanging glances with one another. 

“ Get on your knees, can you do that for me? ” 

You nodded eagerly, slipping off the sofa, your knees pressing down against the hard cement. You looked between the two boys, waiting for one of them to make the first move. 

You watched as Dead slid across the cushions, now sitting in front of you. You watched as his hands unclasped his belt before moving to the button on his jeans. He pulled open the denim, his hands moving to his boxers, shoving the fabric down to let his cock spring out. 

Your mouth opened, your tongue pushing out to lick a stripe up Pelle’s shaft. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, slowly sliding up and down his shaft. You heard the soft moans falling from his lips, filling the quiet room. Your hands rested on his thighs, rubbing up and down over the fabric of his jeans. 

Your eyes left Pelle, glancing over at Øystein who had reached for your hand. His cock was hard standing tall against his stomach, his hand guiding yours to wrap around his shaft. 

Your mouth moved in tandem with your hand, keeping the same pace. You could feel the wetness in your panties soaking through the fabric, all because of the sounds falling from both the boys lips. Dead evidently was the louder of the two, his orgasm approaching faster than Øystein’s.

You heard the deep groan leave Pelle’s lips, his cum filling your mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair. Øystein didn’t even allow Pelle to come down from his orgasm before he yanked your head off his shaft, shoving your head down onto his shaft. 

Your lips wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into the sofa, letting his hips freely drill into your face. Øystein’s treatment was a stark contrast to Pelle’s, but still you found a way to enjoy it.  

Drool slid down your chin as tears slipped down your cheeks, your vision was blurred, and your mind clouded by lust. You could hear Øystein’s moans growing louder, his hips rutting up against your face, grinding the head of his cock against the back of your throat. Øystein’s hand had done most of the work, your mouth only working to finish him off. 

A moan escaped your mouth, your lips vibrating around his cock as his cum shot deep down your throat. Slowly you licked his shaft clean, sitting back on your heels, looking up at the two boys who sat panting heavily, coming down from their orgasms. 

You were anything but tired as you slipped out of your clothes. You crawled back onto the sofa wearing only your lace bralette and thong. 

“ Are you too tired for me? ”

Your words were soft but full of need, only wanting to repay the boys for the records they were so generously giving to you. You watched as they both slowly rose, Pelle moving into position in front of you and Øystein finding his place behind you. 

A moan escaped your lips,feeling as Pelle slowly slipped inside your cunt. Your hands immediately went to his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft pale skin in a desperate attempt to steady yourself. Before you even had time to adjust you felt Øystein’s wet cock pushing in slowly from behind. A cry left your lips, your head falling forward against Pelle’s shoulder. 

“ Shh.. you can take it. ”

Øystein’s face pressed against your neck, his hand stroking your stomach soothingly. Neither boy moved until they felt you relax around them. 

Loud moans filled the basement, your loud moans. You could barely even remember your name, let alone where you were or what was happening. Your neck was covered in bites and hickies, some of the spots dripping with blood or bruising. Your eyes were full of tears, but not tears of pain but of desire. Each thrust pounded deeper inside you, making your orgasm grow closer. You could feel the wetness coating your thighs only encouraging both the boys to continue their rough treatment. 

Øystein had set a completely different pace than Pelle to begin with, but now as you all approached your release he grew more aggressive. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving angry red finger prints behind, his mouth latched onto your neck and collarbone, covering the clean skin in hickeys, he wanted everyone to know what you had been up to. His hands groped and grabbed from behind, all the while his hips drove forward, pounding into your ass.

On the other hand Pelle’s touches were lighter, his hands resting on your hips, fingers digging in to hold you in place, but not so tight they left marks. His teeth however were another story, they dug into your neck, sinking into the soft skin. even occasionally breaking through, leaving behind bloody teeth indentations. His thrusts were another story, remaining slow and deep, but rough enough to drive you to your orgasm. 

Your head was drooped forward, hidden against Pelle’s neck, your moans muffled against his skin. Your thighs were shaking, your nails digging into his biceps, your eyes rolling back in your head as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. 

Your cunt squeezed around Pelle’s cock, milking him completely of his cum, but unfortunately  Øystein was less than lucky to join in your shared release. You pressed a soft kiss to Pelle’s lips before he slipped out of your warmth. He adjusted his boxers before buttoning his jeans, and buckling his belt. You didn’t even see where he went but you heard the stairs creaking signaling his departure. 

Øystein didn’t miss a beat, shoving you face first down onto the sofa, he pulled your hips up, quickly withdrawing from your ass before ramming into your dripping cunt. 

Your moans grew louder as your cunt became overstuffed, taking the abuse of Øystein’s rough thrust. You felt his thrust grow faster, more eager, desperate even as he grew closer to his release.

Everything seemed to still for a moment as Øystein gave one final thrust, a loud groan falling past his lips as he reached his orgasm. You could feel his cum dripping from your overstuffed cunt, sliding all the way on to the leather sofa. 

As you came down from your highs Øystein slipped from your warmth. He grabbed your thong from the floor, using the small piece of fabric to wipe his cum from your thighs. 

You laid there like a doll, too tired to move, only soft pants leaving your lips as you came down from your second orgasm. Øystein was generous enough to help you back into your clothes after dressing himself. 

He kept a firm grip on your arm as he helped you back up the staircase, walking you over to the counter where your records sat. He placed your vinyls into a bag, throwing in a slip of paper with his number on it. 

“ Get home safe sweetheart. ”