Your friends spent hours shaving every inch of skin just hoping to catch her eye, but you're the one gasping Sunset Shimmer’s name against the leather couch in her dressing room.
details: collage au, underground band au, alcohol mention (r!consumption), characters are all about (22-26), top!sunset, bottom!reader, oral (r!receiving), tension, sunset is a cheesy flirt, reader is in collage
You were never really a music person.
A slight flaw your friends brought up at every possible opportunity. You preferred studying in total silence, taking long runs without earbuds, and letting the world stay quiet. Your friends, however, were the complete opposite, utterly obsessed with a certain underground band whose name you had already managed to forget.
When the night came, you were dragged along without a choice. A firm grip on your wrist pulled you through the doors of a subterranean venue filled with haze thick enough to make your lungs burn, the air heavy with the sharp reek of stale cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
After a fast round of drinks, your friends grabbed you again, shoving you into position right against the barricade of the packed, humid crowd. The music was fine. Not terrible, but certainly not enough to convert you into a superfan. But you knew the real reason your friends had spent all afternoon shaving every inch of skin, trying on outfits, and spending absurd money on tickets wasn't just for the band. It was for her.
The lead guitarist with hair that burnt like her stage name. Sunset Shimmer.
With a light, warm buzz settling into your veins, a faint, silly smile tugged at your lips. It could have been the alcohol talking, but as the set roared on, you felt her smoky gaze drift down from the lit stage and land directly on you. Over and over again.
Thinking nothing of it, or really anything at all, you just laughed and cheered with your friends when the final chords died out. But as the venue began to empty and the band started packing down their gear, Sunset strapped off her guitar, stepped down to the edge of the stage, and made her way straight over to where you stood.
Sunset leaning low over the barrier, ignoring your breathless friends entirely to rest her elbows in front of you and ask what a girl like you is doing in a place like this.
Alongside the liquid courage, a soft, reckless confidence bloomed in your chest. The alcohol made the deafening buzz of the venue feel muffled, leaving only the heat radiating off Sunset’s skin and the sharp, amber focus of her eyes.
While your friends froze beside you, practically holding their breath after spending hours prepping just to be in her line of sight, you didn't fidget or duck away. You just leaned forward a fraction of an inch, resting your hands against the cold metal of the barricade, completely unimpressed by the rock-star aura that had the rest of the room in a chokehold.
"Dragged here against my will."
Sunset blinked, caught off guard for a fraction of a second before a low, throaty laugh escaped her lips. She rested her chin in her hands, her leather jacket slipping slightly off her shoulder, completely unbothered by the crowd whispering around you both.
"Is that right?" Sunset murmured, her voice carrying a sultry, rasping edge from an hour of shouting into a mic. Her gaze flicked down to your lips before locking back onto your eyes, intense and unwavering. "So you're telling me I just played my heart out for a girl who’d rather run in total silence?"
"Something like that," you hummed, the drink in your system making you bold enough to step just a little closer. "Though... you weren't half bad."
Sunset chuckled, reaching out with a slender, guitar-calloused hand to gently hook her index finger under the edge of your jacket, pulling you an inch closer across the barrier. "Half bad? Ouch. Sounds like I've got some serious convincing to do." She ducked her head, her voice dropping into a quiet, heavy tone meant only for you. "How about you let me make it up to you backstage?"
With a smile, you grasped her hands stumbling just a bit with a giggle as her hands steady you.
It was a lame excuse, and a lame showing of her backstage room.
Driven by the warm, thick heat of the alcohol and the sheer magnetic pull of her presence, you reached out, catching the thick collar of her leather jacket in your hand. With a firm, deliberate tug, you yanked her down into your space.
Sunset barely had time to gasp before your lips met hers.
Her mouth was hot, tasting faintly of whiskey and the high-energy rush of the stage. The surprise lasted for less than a second before a low, gravelly hum vibrated in her throat. Her hands instinctively found your waist, her calloused fingers gripping you through your clothes with an urgent, possessive heat that made your knees turn to water.
"Fuck," she whispered against your lips, the breath leaving her in a harsh, ragged exhales.
Without breaking the kiss, she stumbled backward, her grip on your hips tightening as she pulled you right along with her. You hit the soft cushions of the worn leather couch together, Sunset sinking on top of you.
Her leather jacket was rough against your palms, but the skin at the base of her neck was slick with sweat and burning hot. Sunset hooked your leg over her waist, locking you flush against her body, her mouth deepening the kiss until the rest of the world completely dissolved. Her hands traveled up your back, her fingers tangling into your hair to keep you right where she wanted you. Pressed tightly against her chest, breathless.
Sunset’s mouth was ruthless, chasing the heat of your skin with a needy, possessive rhythm that left you completely breathless. Every time you tried to catch your breath, her lips pressed harder, bruising and sweet, until your mouth felt feverish and swollen under hers.
When she finally broke the kiss, her chest was heaving beneath you. Sunset trailed her lips down the sensitive line of your jaw, dragging hot, wet kisses past your ear and straight into the crook of your neck. A soft shudder wrecked through your body as her calloused hand slid beneath the hem of your t-shirt. Her fingers were warm, rough from hours of fretting steel strings, teasing across your bare waist before slowly sliding the fabric up to your chest.
She paused, lifting her head just enough to look at you. In the dim, amber glow of the green room, her eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, and brimming with a desperate, unspoken hunger.
"Look at you," she rasped softly, her voice thick and gravelly from the show.
Then, Sunset leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss right to the dip of your abdomen.
A sharp, helpless keen escaped your throat, your back arching slightly off the leather couch at the sudden shock of her hot mouth against your bare skin. Sunset chuckled darkly against your stomach, the vibration sending another wave of heat straight to your core.
Outside the heavy backstage door, the muffled thud of the next band’s bass started up, shaking the concrete floor with a steady, rhythmic pulse. But inside the quiet sanctuary of the dressing room, the music was just background noise. Sunset shifted her weight, pulling you flush against her hip as her lips worked their way back up your body, both of your quiet, needy whines lost to the shadows of the room.
The heavy bass from the main stage vibrated right through the cushions of the couch, but all you could focus on was the intense heat of Sunset’s body trapping you beneath her. When her fingers caught the waistband of your jean shorts, she worked them down your legs with practiced ease, tossing them carelessly to the floor. Being left bare in just your panties while she remained fully dressed, her leather jacket still cool, her boots heavy.
Sent a sudden, furious blush rushing to your cheeks.
Sunset caught the shade of red painting your skin and let out a low, dark chuckle against your throat. "Cute," she murmured, a wicked glint in her eyes.
She didn't waste time. Knowing the venue schedule meant her band had limited time before they had to load out, she skipped the slow burn. Trailing lazy, deliberate kisses down your chest, her lips bypassed everything else and pressed straight over the damp cotton of your underwear, wrapping directly around your clit.
The sharp, sudden burst of sensation had a choked moan tearing from your throat. Your hands scrambled up, gripping her wild, fire-colored hair to tug her closer as your hips rolled off the leather in an helpless arc. Sunset took the movement in stride, her tongue working in heavy, rhythmically wet licks right through the fabric until you were completely soaked.
Before you could even catch your breath, her calloused fingers hooked the cotton to the side. The sudden, direct contact sent a shockwave straight up your spine. So intense it bordered on overstimulation.
Your needy whines and breathless whimpers filled the dimly lit room, echoing louder than the muffled band playing outside. To Sunset, those sweet, unraveling sounds were better than any melody she’d ever written. She ate at you with a hungry, relentless precision, her heavy-lidded amber eyes locked onto yours the entire time. When the pleasure grew too overwhelming and your eyelids fluttered shut, Sunset delivered a firm, stinging slap to your inner thigh.
"Look at me," she demanded huskily, her voice commandingly smooth. "Keep those eyes on me."
She drove you straight over the edge, holding you under as your body coiled and shattered into a breathless climax.
Before the tremors could even fade, Sunset slid back up your body like a predator, her mouth capturing yours in a deep, slick kiss. She forced you to taste the heavy mix of her saliva and your own sweet, undone mess, completely consuming you until you were gasping for air the moment she finally pulled away.
With a lazy, satisfied smirk, Sunset helped slide your clothes back onto your limp, shivering form. She smoothed your hair back and pressed one final, lingering kiss to the sensitive spot under your jaw as you sank deep into the leather couch, utterly ruined and panting for breath.
Her lips hovered at your ear, her voice a sultry, low hum that vibrated straight through your core.
"Take this state back to your friends as my autograph.
notes: nothing.... just wrote this in an hour lmfao so its shiffy asf. i just love and miss this woman so much, i may continue more fics w/ her
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