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ilongfor-the-arts · 3 years ago

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please do a warren demartini fan fic or a robbin crosby!

Friend of a Friend’s Party

Pairing: Warren DeMartini x reader

Warnings: language, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, slight edging

Summary: You didn’t even want to go to this party… but thank God you did.

Word Count: 5.7k

Request?: Yes!

Taglist: @theweightofstardust

Don't ask how I got here... I'll be honest: I have no idea.

I detested parties. I despised them in every way.

I despised how the music was so loud I couldn't even hear someone conversing directly next to me.

I despised how sweaty everyone was and how drunk they'd become in mere minutes.

I despised how crowded everything was, to the point where I couldn't move without bumping into ten other people.

Parties brought me excruciating headaches that could only be relieved by a day of complete silence.

Parties were noisy. People were even noisier.

I wanted to be at home, buried beneath my blankets, watching anything the television had to offer and eating a lot of junk food.

I wouldn't consider myself "different" from anyone else; to say I'm different is to say I'm boring.

I just prefer to be alone, with my own thoughts, in my own bed, without anyone bothering me about whether or not I want another drink when I hadn't had one all night.

This wasn't even my friend's party. It was a friend of a friend whom I had never met.

“No, I’m not interested.”

On purpose, I wore the least revealing clothes in my entire closet. I figured a simple pair of jeans and a loose-fitting shirt would deter any creepy, desperate guy from wanting any action with me.

I was wrong.

The number of guys who approached me and asked for this or that was uncountable.

“On the bright side… they probably think your face is gorgeous.”

my friend mentioned after I yanked her away from the crowd,

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“I almost wish they thought my face was ugly so they’d leave me alone.”

My friend sighed, her shoulders sagging as she grasped my elbow and drew me away from the crowd, towards the back wall.

“Y/N, you need to learn to have fun once and a while.”

“Oh please stop with that fun bullshit…”

“It’s true! You have no fun!”

“I do! It’s just that the things I find fun aren’t things you find fun!”

I was sick and tired of having people shove things down my throat and expecting me to enjoy them. I prefer sitting at home to standing around with a bunch of wasted people who don't know their right from their left.

My friend grasped the bridge of her nose in between two fingers, squeezing her eyes shut in thought.

“Look, I don’t wanna argue with you right now.”

She let go of her nose, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Get a cab! I’ll find a way home!”

I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t want you going home with a guy you’ve only known for two minutes…frankly, you make horrible mistakes.”

My friend scoffed, shifting her weight to the opposite foot.

“At least I can get guys! I mean, how long has it been since you’ve gotten laid-”

I clasped my hand over my friend's mouth, glancing frantically around the room, hoping no one heard my friend's horrible question. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be more concerned with their cups than with anyone else.

“Do you really have to ask that in public?!”

I hissed under my breath.

My friend swatted my hand away in annoyance, her irritation growing inside of her quickly.

“Why does it even matter?! No one here gives two fucks!”

She extended her arm to the side, attempting to show me all of the people who didn't care if I got action or not.

“Look Y/N… get laid,” she held up one finger as if reciting a list,“or leave.”

I clenched my jaw and balled my hands into fists at my sides, gripping my jeans so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

My friend dropped her hand, her silver bracelets jingling.

“I really don’t care which of the options you choose but please just leave me alone.”

She pleaded, her eyes wide with desperation.

She didn't want me to even look at her tonight in fear of me ruining her perfect party.

I relaxed, realizing it was a waste of energy to be angry at my friend when the night would be awful whether I was frustrated or not.

“Who is the host?…”

I had no idea who was throwing the party. I didn't know anyone here. I was at the home of an unknown person who just so happened to know my friend.

“His name’s Joel MacDonall…”

My friend leaned in, her hand cupped over her mouth. I gravitated towards her, eager to hear whatever she had to say.

“He’s got a lot of friends in high places… I bet there’s some really rich people here and we don’t even know.”

That piqued my interest.

My gaze wandered over everyone who was preoccupied talking to their close friends, studying them and deciding whether or not they had money.

I'll say, if anyone here was harboring millions of dollars in cash, they didn’t show their wealth.

These people were young girls searching for action and average guys looking to unwind after a long day at work.

My friend took a step back, and I did the same. Her eyes were now sly rather than irritated, as if she were contemplating something deep within her mind. Her arms hung lazily under her chest, her posture relaxed.

“Who knows? Maybe there’s a hot millionaire here looking for a boring girlfriend.”

I scoffed.

“Do you really have to describe me as boring? Isn’t there a nicer way to put it?”

“Boring is boring Y/N… but a lot of people are boring and a lot of boring people find love just like fun people do.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever… just go enjoy your stupid par-”

My shirt and pants were completely saturated with icy cold alcohol. The liquid seeped through the fabric and clung to my skin.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed, as if this night couldn’t get any worse.

I heard mumbled apologies and hands reaching for me to assist with the cleaning.

I didn't look to see who had spilled multiple drinks on me because I didn't want to know. I just shoved past everyone in my path, shaking them off as I made my way to the bathroom, steam coming from my ears.

This was the final nail in the coffin.

“Y/N! Let me help you!”

“No! Please just leave me alone!”

I didn't make eye contact with my friend, or with anyone else for that matter. As I pushed through the sweaty bodies and disoriented people who didn't know their right from their left, I stared at my feet with anger coursing through my veins.

I lunged up the stairs, heading to the top floor to avoid the massive crowd on the ground level. The alcohol soaked one side of my body, causing the clothes to become plastered to my skin. The cool air came in through the slightly ajar windows, hit the wet spots and sent chills up my spine.

“I fucking hate parties.”

How could people call me boring because I didn't want to go somewhere where everyone annoyed me and alcohol was thrown on me after a bad night? It baffled me that anyone could have fun in such a horrible environment.

As I made my way up the treacherous and winding stairs, the stairs groaned loudly with each step. This house was ancient. It was made of old, vintage wood and bricks and stood three stories tall.

I went to the master bathroom, which was surprisingly free to use. I needed a huge bathroom where I could sit and be completely alone while the rest of the world was throwing a huge party right under my feet.

I flung open the door and slammed it shut behind me, almost ripping it off the hinges.

I didn't go to the bathroom to clean myself because I knew the alcohol had left a permanent imprint on my clothing that would only fade with time. And the smell would only go away once I got home and washed it vigorously.

I needed to be completely alone, with nothing or no one bothering me.

Thankfully, the bathroom was enormous, a perfect vintage bathroom to relax in away from the hustle and bustle.

I slid to the ground, leaning against the sink and sitting on a plush carpet meant to catch any water that splashed out of the sink. The damp clothing was starting to irritate me, particularly the wet denim that was now sticking to my leg.

“Ugh.”

I sighed and cradled my head in my hands, a throbbing headache forming in the front of my skull. I ran my fingers along my brows, rubbing out the aches and pains that would become worse as the night progressed.

The bathroom's white fluorescent light was too bright, and the alcohol staining my clothes was making me uncomfortable no matter how much I adjusted my seated position.

“I fucking hate this.”

I mumbled to myself, grumbling under my breath as I rubbed my eyes, seeing different colors as I stimulated my retinas in an attempt to relieve the headache.

If I wasn't so afraid that someone would knock on the door, begging to use the restroom, I'd strip naked and take a shower.

Someone came to the door and knocked.

At first, I thought I was imagining the sound. I was so preoccupied with rubbing out the ache that was forming in my skull I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. My eyes were drawn to the door, stinging as they readjusted to the bright white light bouncing off the pale paint.

There was complete silence following the noise I potentially imagined.

Did someone just knock on the door?

No way.

“Hello?”

Some asked.

It was a guy’s voice.

What the hell?

“Hello?”

I returned the question, slowly rising to a standing position.

“Hey um… my friend spilled some drinks on you and I just wanted to come and apologize.”

Please give me a break. Why couldn't people just ignore me?

In annoyance, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Great… You and your friend are forgiven.”

With a frustrated tone, I said. I shouldn't have been so cruel to a guy who was only trying to be nice, but I really needed to be alone right now.

I shifted my weight to the opposite foot.

“Do you wanna… maybe talk or something?”

His voice was muffled by a thick layer of wood, but thanks to the lack of noise on the top floor, I could easily make out his words.

“No thanks… I’d rather be alone right now.”

He laughed… that sure was an unexpected reaction.

“I get it… I fucking hate parties.”

Wait... hold on... a fellow person who despised parties? Perhaps this interaction will go better than I expected.

I heard him walk away, his footsteps strong on the hardwood, as if he were wearing heavy boots.

I threw myself against the door, determined not to lose this mysterious man who shared my beliefs.

I fumbled with the doorknob as I heard his footsteps soften. He was getting further away from the bathroom with each step.

“Fuck!”

The ancient door knob rattled in its place, seemingly doing nothing to assist in unlocking the door.

“Wait!”

I exclaimed, reaching my hand to the sky in the hopes of capturing his attention.

His hands were stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans as he turned on the heels of his slightly raised boots.

Woah… he looked… cool.

Despite wearing nothing flashy, he exuded a certain aura that hit me like a freight train the moment his gaze met mine.

“I actually… do wanna talk.”

I said timidly, my hand coming downwards slowly until it met my damp side.

“Cool!”

He said, surprisingly chipper.

His heavy boots slammed against the old wood as he walked back towards the bathroom, his face now in the bright light reaching out from the bathroom door frame.

He seemed... strangely familiar.

He appeared to be one of the strangers I had witnessed briefly in public. I do a double take because I think he's really cute. Then I go about my business as usual, keeping his face in the back of my mind until I unexpectedly encounter him again.

His gaze was drawn to my chest. I thought he was checking me out in a rather creepy manner at first, because he was smiling with delight. Then I realized there was absolutely nothing to look at because my shirt was completely loose and exposed nothing.

“I like your shirt.”

If it had been anyone else, I'd assume they ignited the conversation to disguise the fact they were checking me out a moment before.

But he was entirely genuine. He simply liked the shirt.

“Oh thanks…”

I looked down at my wet shirt, despite the fact I already knew what was on it.

“You like the band?”

He chuckled.

“I’m in the band.”

What?

He had to be kidding.

My brow furrowed, my eyes shooting upwards to meet his.

“Really?! What’s your name?!”

He smirked, his sly half smile capturing my attention.

“I’m Warren… Warren DeMartini.”

“Wow… I mean you had to be a rockstar with a killer name like that.”

To be honest, I hadn't paid much attention to his band. They were new, and I had borrowed the shirt from my recent ex boyfriend and never returned it, just to annoy him.

But, hey, if tonight goes well, I might be listening to his music in the not-too-distant future. I may even watch him rock out from the sidelines as I cheer him on.

“What do you play?”

“Guitar… Lead guitar.”

That was hot. He stared into my eyes, waiting for me to say something. I couldn't let this conversation die, not when it was already going so well.

“So… Why’d you come here if you hate parties?”

Warren shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, his hands remaining stuck inside his jean pockets.

“I know Joel… and all my bandmates wanted to come so… naturally I came along for the horrible ride. What about you? You seem to hate being here just as much as I do.”

He motioned towards me with my head, indicating that it was time for me to contribute to the conversation.

“To be honest… I’m not exactly sure. My friend asked me to come and for some crazy reason I said yes.”

Warren laughed, his shoulder slightly raising as he did so.

“Sounds like we’re in the same boat then…”

The crappy music kept playing in the background, creating a cliche atmosphere that made me feel like I was in a low-budget indie coming-of-age film. The soft bustle of people conversing added to the cheesy atmosphere.

“So… why’d you follow me upstairs?”

He wanted to apologize?

Yeah, right.

“I wanted to apologize.”

The atmosphere changed. It was as if a sudden burst of darkness had engulfed the conversation. My heart rate began to quicken in anticipation of the next unknown circumstance.

“Oh come on… that’s a bunch of bull shit and you know it.”

“I wanted to talk with someone who didn’t want to be here as much as I didn’t want to be here.”

He smugly removed his hands from his pockets and crossed them over his slim chest.

I was covered in goosebumps. Something was floating in the air, waiting to crash down on us and unleash whatever wrath it possessed.

“Do you believe me?-”

He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“No… I don’t…”

I trailed my eyes suggestively over his body, stopping in every location that would make his skin crawl. I took my time, ensuring he was sweating by the end of my survey. I finished by tilting my head slightly downwards and staring at him sensually through my eyelashes.

“Come on Warren… Tell me what a handsome rockstar like you is doing following a complete nobody up to a secluded area.”

He took a step forward, his heavy boots thumping against the floor as he approached me. Warren had a smug grin plastered on his face as he looked down on me. He was thinking about something, something he had planned since the first moment he initiated eye contact with me.

“If I told you it was because you’re cute… would you believe me?”

I cocked my brow and tilted my hip to the side.

“Yes… but that’s only half of the truth.”

I wasn't sure if I was on the right track or was reaching for things that didn't exist. But something about Warren's expression told me that my assumptions were correct.

He licked his lower lip, implying that the best was yet to come.

“I like you… you know things you shouldn’t.”

He liked me?! Phenomenal, I was getting somewhere.

“Okay… I’ll bite…”

He took another step forward until he was directly in front of me, our chests brushing against each other. I could feel his body heat radiating off of me as his chest gently rose and fell with each breath.

I clenched my teeth and held the oxygen inside of my lungs until I discovered what was on his beautiful mind.

“You want me to tell you the real reason why I took time out of my night to follow you upstairs?”

I already knew the answer. I'd be lying if I said I was completely unaware and had no idea where this conversation was going“It’s cause I desperately want to fuck you… I saw you across the room and I knew if I didn’t fuck you by the time the party was over my entire night would be pointless.”

My legs shook, but I wasn't sure what emotion I was experiencing at the time. So much was going on inside my head that I was having difficulty grasping my thoughts and rearranging them into coherent sentences.

“Well…”

Hey, it’s always best to tell the truth, right?

“I can’t say I haven’t been thinking the exact same thing from the moment I first saw you.”

Warren chuckled and stepped to the side, his legs now shoulder width apart.

“I’m glad to know we’re on the same page.”

He got right to the point, taking one final step forward until our chests were flush. He leaned in, his plush lips brushing against my ear.

My breath caught in my throat, constricting my airway as his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. My entire body was numb with anticipation.

“I think I have an extra set of clothes in my car…”

He gently placed his hands on my elbows, rubbing up and down in slow sensual movements.

“If you’d care to join me.”

As an unseen force began to pull me towards him, he dropped his voice, his tone becoming low and raspy. An invisible rope drew me in his direction, urging me to his car.

He drew back, his nose brushing against mine, his lips growing closer with each breath. The air around us was heavy, hanging down and applying pressure to every inch of our bodies.

“I’d love to join you.”

The corners of my mouth twitched with a smirk. I had to physically restrain myself from flashing a gleeful grin.

“Alright.”

I could’ve kissed him. I desperately wanted to kiss him.

But by the time my brain registered the current situation, he was stepping back and extending his hand for me to take.

He appeared to be a movie character. From behind Warren, a bright light illuminated him, giving him a heavenly glow. He was a smooth rockstar, extending his arm to guide me through the harsh environment below until I arrived at my reward.

I took his hand in mine, his long fingers wrapping around my palm.

I could only imagine what those fingers could do when they were inside of me.

He led me through the crowd, and I kept my head down in fear of anyone noticing what I was about to do.

I really shouldn't follow some random guy I've never met to the back of a dark house where I'd jump in his car. But, hey, that was the last thing on my mind as he opened the back door for me and motioned for me to follow him to the backyard where his car was allegedly parked.

Fortunately, his car was real. It was parked alongside two other white cars inside the large garage.

“Joel always gives us the garage… we’re his favorites.”

The garage door was open, but if you looked through the car’s back windshield, you'd see almost nothing. Perfect.

The night was crisp and cool. The air was completely silent.

He easily opened his car door and motioned to his passenger seat.

“After you.”

He said. I cocked my brow, slyly crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, after you.”

He scoffed, a sly grin on his lips.

“Okay…”

He climbed into his relatively tall vehicle, adjusting himself on the plush leather seats, the fabric creaking under his body weight.

I climbed up and straddled his hips as soon as I assumed he was comfortable in his seat.

He stiffened as I settled onto his lap, his hands finding their place on my hips. Warren rubbed his palms gently against the rough denim.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and drew him into me until our lips were merely inches apart.

I reached out my hand to the side, grabbing the handle and yanking the door shut with all my might until it was just the two of us in the cramped confines of his car, our faces growing closer by the second.

“Do you wanna kiss me?”

He muttered under his breath. I smiled, my grin separating my lips so that all of my teeth were visible.

“Of course I do.”

Without further ado, I pressed my lips against Warren's.

It was divine, even better than I had hoped. His soft lips moved in unison with my own. He was kissing with sensuality while encompassing a slight edge to hint at what was to come in the very near future.

I leaned back on his thighs, my arms lazily hanging around his neck.

He tucked my bottom lip between his teeth, and I involuntarily groaned, which boosted his ego. Behind the sensual kiss, I could feel a wide smile begin to form.

My thoughts were far from earth, and I had lost sight of the absurdity of the situation as I was too caught in the sensation of his mouth moving in perfect unison with mine.

I couldn't feel anything. It was as if every cell in my body instinctively knew what to do, and I didn't have to think to keep myself under control.

He unbuttoned my jeans.

Everything came crashing down when I felt his fingertips dance along my bare skin.

Warren dipped his digits inside of my panties, finding my clit with extreme ease. He rubbed slow circles against my sensitive bud, easing a myriad of noises from my lips.

I sighed deeply, his mouth inhaling the strained sounds that came with the movement of his expert fingers.

“Fuck… you’re wet.”

He mumbled against my swollen lips.

Was I?

I hadn’t realized. My mind was too busy focusing on other things to even notice just how aroused I was at the smallest of sensual touches.

“Sorry…”

I don’t know why I was apologizing. I simply wanted his fingers inside of me, and my brain was completely scrambled. I could hardly form a coherent thought, let alone think of a clever response to his filthy talk.

“Don’t be sorry… It’s hot.”

He spoke in between quick kisses before reconnecting our lips, igniting a second passionate session of clashing teeth.

Warren slipped two of his long digits inside of me, grazing against my walls.

I whined, clenching around his fingers as my back arched.

He moved his fingers slowly, easing out all of the strangled cries that were trapped inside of my chest.

“Please Warren… I need more.”

I pleaded, my chest pressed flush against his.

“Shh… be patient.”

He spoke to me as if I was a child, assuring me that if I maintained my virtues, I would get what I desired.

It was hot. Super hot. The way he spoke to me as if he had extreme power over my every action excited me and ignited a fire within my lower abdomen. The flames licked my insides, my entire stomach burning with desire.

I felt it coming. My orgasm was just around the corner as he slipped a third finger inside of me, his pace quickening.

“Warren… I’m gonna cum.”

He slowed down. The blissful feeling of an orgasm I was anticipating had burnt out.

I groaned in frustration, bucking my hips forward in an attempt to gain friction.

“Stop moving.”

He demanded, his other hand gripping my clothed hip and holding me still.

“I’ll give you what you want… be patient.”

His voice was breathy, demanding yet pleading. He wanted this just as much as I did. He longed for the glorious feeling he would receive once he made me cum just as much as I craved the sensation of an orgasm.

After bringing me close again, he slowed down his pace, causing the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach to fizzle out and die.

I leaned my forehead against his, squeezing my eyes closed so tears of longing wouldn’t fall down my cheeks.

“Warren… please, I’m aching.”

I was begging, begging for him to take pity on me and make me cum so hard that my legs would shake.

My chest was heaving with desired breaths, my lungs collapsing with every heavy exhale of oxygen.

Warren leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Okay… I’ll make you cum sweetie.”

His breathy tone reignited the burning desire within me.

Warren’s fingers began to quicken inside of me, his digits thrusting against my walls in a come hither motion.

I collapsed against him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as his fingers continued their aggressive assault on my spongy walls.

The wet sounds of my pussy resonated throughout the car, becoming almost unbearable by the time my orgasm was rapidly approaching.

The calloused pad of his thumb pressed against my clit, the coil inside of me becoming pulled completely tight.

“Fuck… your fingers feel so fucking good.”

My hand came down in between our bodies, grasping his wrist until my knuckles were white as an indication for him to continue.

“Don’t stop… Please don’t stop, I wanna cum.”

Warren kissed my temple.

“You’ll cum… I’ll make sure you do.”

His fingers sped up, the gentle circles on my clit causing me to topple over the edge, my body collapsing as my orgasm washed over me.

“Fuck…”

My legs shook violently as Warren slowed his pace, helping me to ride out my orgasm.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”

With a slight chuckle, I drew my face away from his neck to look him in the eyes, a stupidly big smile plastered on my fucked out face.

“Good…”

He said in a cheerful tone rather than a sensual one.

Warren removed his fingers from inside of me, bringing them to his mouth and pushing them past his lips, sucking on his digits extremely suggestively.

He moaned against his fingers, his eyes fluttering closed as he relished the glorious taste.

“You taste amazing.”

Warren removed his fingers from his mouth with a loud pop, his eyes opening to meet my gaze.

He placed one hand on my hip and brought the other to my face, brushing a single strand of hair behind my ear. His happy face had faded, and his expression had become suggestive.

“You took my fingers so well.”

My heart swelled at his comment, as well as the newfound desire bubbling in my lower abdomen.

Warren reached down, slowly and sensually undoing his plain leather belt while holding direct eye contact with me.

“You ready to ride my cock pretty girl?”

A blush began to creep onto my cheeks.

“Yes…”

I said timidly, my thighs shaking as a result of post orgasmic haze.

I climbed off Warren's lap, doing my best to remove my jeans in the small amount of space available. Obviously, it was a shambles. I was hunched over, removing my pants as I stumbled around inside his passenger seat.

He continued to remove his belt. I placed a hand on his belt buckle, halting his movements.

“Stop… I wanna do it.”

“Alright…”

He reluctantly agreed, wanting to be in charge but not wanting to disappoint me.

I removed my jeans, not bothering with my panties as it would be easy to get those out of the way once I was on top of his lap.

I climbed back onto him, straddling his hips and adjusting myself until I was comfortable.

I reached down in between our bodies, finding his halfway undone belt and slipping the leather through the loops of his jeans while maintaining intense eye contact.

My hands were becoming shaky from anticipation. I undid the button messily, and pulled down his fly with trembling fingers.

“Nervous?”

From his comfortable seat, he inquired smugly.

I scoffed.

“No… excited.”

“Good.”

I thrusted my hand into his pants, cupping his thick cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Warren groaned in delight, allowing his head to rest against the car seat with a soft thud.

I hastily pulled down his pants, his cock springing from its confines. My gaze drifted from his eyes to his length, my breath hitched in my throat at the mere thought of him being deep inside of me.

Warren grabbed my chin, thrusting my face upwards aggressively so my eyes met his.

His eyes were full of burning desire. There was a fire behind his gaze that was aching for the much awaited pleasure.

“Look at me… not at my cock… I wanna watch you.”

I gulped, my throat completely closed.

“Okay…”

I was aching again, aching for his cock.

Warren’s gaze didn’t drift as he grasped his length in one hand. He removed his opposite hand from my face, using his long fingers to push my panties to the side.

I gasped the moment I felt his tip prod against my entrance.

“Fuck…”

I mumbled almost incoherently.

“Can you take me?”

He murmured under his breath, the sensual tone returning to his voice.

I used my actions to replace my words.

I sunk down onto him, the blissful stretch of my walls eliciting a pornographic moan from my lips.

My chest heaved as his cock bottomed out inside of me.

If my legs were shaking before, they were most definitely shaking now.

Warren gave me time to adjust to his thick girth before he gripped my hips, lightly bringing me up and down on top of his cock.

I took control, clenching my thighs to assist me in moving up and down on his cock, not daring to remove my eyes from his burning gaze.

“Fuck… you feel so good inside of me.”

My words came out quickly. I rushed to say what I needed to say before the pleasure overtook me and rendered me speechless.

Warren's mouth fell open as I began to increase my pace, yet he didn’t tear his eyes away from mine.

The effect I was having on him provided me with a high that urged me to continue bouncing on top of his lap.

“Keep making noises… I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

His voice was already fucked out, breathy and disconnected from the true meaning of his words.

I dropped my jaw, letting out a strained moan as the tip of his cold brushed against my g spot.

“Good… just like that.”

He urged me on, his breathy voice pleading with me to make more noise as the only people hearing my moans were me and him, inside the passenger seat of his car.

After the tip of his cock brushed against my g spot once more, I collapsed on top of him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. My gasps and moans became heightened as Warren began to push me onto him more aggressively, his nails digging into the flesh on my hips.

“You feel so fucking good… so nice and tight.”

My legs began to grow weak as the muscles in my thighs became sore.

Warren tangled one of his hands in the back of my hair, tugging me back to reunite our eyes once more.

“Keep looking at me, pretty girl… I wanna watch your face as you cum on my cock.”

I was already so close, my orgasm was just around the corner. I placed my hands on his shoulders, gripping the clothed flesh in an attempt to keep myself sitting upright.

“Warren… I’m gonna cum.”

I spoke in between strained moans, not trying to conceal the desire that laced my pornographic noises.

“Me too… keep bouncing on my cock.”

He placed both of his hands back onto my hips, forcefully bringing me down onto him, his cock slamming into my g spot with every harsh thrust.

I continued to moan and whine, ensuring none of my sounds were muffled.

Warren grit his teeth in concentration.

We were both so close to reaching the end, the climax of the night.

I completely fell apart once I felt his cock twitching inside of me, my orgasm washing over me and draining every last bit of energy from my body.

I kept myself upright, allowing any facial expressions to wash over me, showing Warren just how good his cock made me feel.

He followed close behind me, his hot cum releasing and filling me to the brim.

“Fuck!”

He exclaimed once he had completely released his cum inside of me.

My attention was brought to my intense and most definitely painful grip on his shoulders. I released my grasp until my hands were simply resting on his strong shoulders.

I allowed my body to completely relax, leaning my chest against his and placing my head tenderly on his shoulder.

Warren moved his hands to my back, rubbing soft circles as we were both busy coming down from the intense post orgasmic haze we were experiencing.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name…”

I had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of this situation.

“I’m Y/N.”

“I like that name.”

“Mmm… thank you.”

I hummed in delight against his chest, closing my eyes and forcing myself to take deep breaths to completely relax despite his cock still being deep within me.

“Y/N?”

I liked the way he pronounced my name. It rolled off of his tongue like honey.

“Yes?”

I asked, trying to rouse myself so I didn't fall asleep on his chest.

“Would you kill me if I said I had paid my friend to spill drinks on you?”

Maybe if I didn’t just experience the best orgasm of my life, I would be mad. Maybe if I wasn’t about to fall asleep because I was so comfortable in his presence, I’d be mad.

“No…”

Warren chuckled.

“Then I’ll tell you I paid my friend money to spill my drinks on you.”

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creativewritingpracticestudio · 5 years ago

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Upcoming Fics That I’m Working On:

If it has a line through it, it’s been completed!

Guns N Roses:

Axl Rose NSFW alphabet

Duff McKagan NSFW alphabet

Slash Hudson NSFW alphabet

Izzy Stradlin x Reader smut fic: He gets turned on when you eat a popsicle in front of him.

Older!Axl Rose x Reader smut fic: You’re his younger girlfriend, and the media is saying a lot of awful things that make Axl feel insecure, so you show him that you love him for who he is, no matter what the paparazzi wants to say about it.

Duff McKagan x Reader smut: size kink.

Slash Hudson x Reader(no smut): You and Slash are a laid back couple, and you accidentally forget about Valentine’s Day, so Axl plans a fancy double date for the two of you, and for him and Stephanie.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader x Axl Rose threesome smut fic: Axl’s been flirting with you and teasing Izzy about possibly stealing you from him for the entirety of the tour, so Izzy fucks you senseless in front of Axl to show him who you belong to(also, Axl joins in towards the end.)

Steven Adler x Reader Hurt/Comfort Smut fic: After Steven finds out that his girlfriend cheated on him with Axl, and that it’s been recorded for a song, he’s hurt. So, he comes to you for comfort.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Hurt/Comfort and Angry Smut fic: Izzy can usually put up with Axl’s outbursts. But when Axl decided to turn his anger on you, that’s when Izzy’s had enough.

Axl Rose x Reader Hurt/Comfort fic: An argument with Axl turns into him confiding in you about his childhood abuse as you hold him in your arms.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut fic: Stephanie wants Axl to go on a date with her, but the tables for two always take forever, so they decide to make it a double date. How? By setting Izzy up on a blind date with one of Stephanie’s friends, AKA you. Izzy’s less than excited, until he sees how hot you are. Maybe the night won’t be a waste, after all.

Older Axl Rose x Assistant!Reader Smut: You’re Axl’s younger assistant, helping him out backstage. But this day isn’t like most others; Axl’s got a little problem, and it definitely requires your help, but it might be a little above your pay grade. (Hint: the problem requires you to do some work on your knees.)

Older! Slash Hudson x Younger!Reader Smut fic: You’re Richard Fortus’s 20-something niece who he brings with him backstage one night to introduce to his bandmates, including the famous Slash. Unbeknownst to him, you and Slash instantly like each other, and begin dating despite the large age difference. It’s a great relationship; the only issue is making sure Richard doesn’t find out.

Slash x Reader Song fic: Based off the song “Do I Wanna Know” by Artic Monkeys; Slash meets the reader at a bar one night and is instantly taken by her; he begins to come see her there every night, even though he knows that it will probably never go anywhere(or will it? You gotta read to find out!)

Older! Duff McKagan x Reader blurb: watching art restoration videos in bed while eating takeout.

Slash Hudson x Reader angst-fluff fic: During a heated argument, Slash says something to you that he shouldn’t have. You get angry and try to leave, but Slash can’t lose you.

Duff McKagan x Reader fluff fic: You and Duff adopt a pig together!!! :)

Duff McKagan x Reader x Steven Adler Smut fic: You and Duff have been together for a long time now, and he finally works up the courage to ask you-will you have a threesome with him and his best friend, Steven? Obviously, the answer is yes, but how will it go?

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Fluff: You meet Izzy after he becomes sober.

Older! Insecure! Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: Izzy’s feeling insecure about his age and the age gap between you and him, so you decide to cheer him up ;)

Duff McKagan x Reader Smut: Duff walls in on you looking at porn magazines, and wants to join in. Stuff goes down.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: You’re Slash’s daughter, and you’re having a secret relationship with Axl. Slash catches the two of you having sex.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: You and Izzy are two close friends. You’re tired of being a virgin, and you just want to get the first time having sex over with, so he decides to help you out.

Sub! Steven Adler x Femdom! Reader Smut: A self-indulgent fic of mine where Steven finally agrees to let you dominant him in bed. This was literally just an excuse for me to write Steven being all innocent and flustered and shit, btw. I won’t include pegging in this, but I’m really close to writing a pegging fic. This will have degrading, praising, bondage, and basically just you babying the fuck outta Steven while he acts all innocent and confused.

Sub! Steven x Femdom! Reader Smut: Steven likes sitting in your lap, and you like embarrassing him in front of his bandmates. So, when he’s sitting in your lap at a band practice and gets hard, you naturally decide to have a little bit of fun.

Current! Steven Adler x Younger!Reader Fluff and Smut: You’re a younger, famous singer who Steven falls in love with. He decides not to tell you, out of fear that you couldn’t possibly feel the same way, but he actually couldn’t be more wrong.

Current! Axl Rose x Daughter! Reader Fluff: Axl discovers that he has a long-lost daughter who’s been living in a group home, and decides that he has meet her.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: As was requested, this is an absolutely dirty fic; spit kink, choking, daddy kink, etc. Axl shows zero mercy, and it’s very sexy.

Mötley Crüe

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: overstimulation kink.

Mick Mars x Reader Smut fic: You write him a love letter before every concert, just to boost his self esteem. This time, however, you’ve got a surprise; the letter isn’t as innocent as usual(basically, you sext him through a letter, and he has to read it in front of his bandmates.)

Oblivious!Tommy Lee x Reader Smut: You’re really horny, but Tommy, being his energetic and slightly ditzy self, doesn’t seem to be getting the hints. Guess you’ll have to show him in a hands-on way.

Mick Mars x Reader Fluff fic: Mick’s back is hurting him, so you give him a nice back massage.

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: You and Tommy are a hedonistic couple with one goal: experience as much pleasure as possible without dying. Your relationship is sex, drugs, and alcohol, and that doesn’t change tonight: the two of you go to a party, get high in a broom closet, and explore each other’s bodies.

Tommy Lee Prompt Fic: “Wow, do you want subtlety to go with that makeup look? Because you don’t have any.”

Nikk Sixx Prompt Fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Mick Mars x Reader Smut Fic: You and Mick are taking a ride through town on his motorbike, when you decide to tease him, knowing he can’t do anything about it. Just wait til the two of you get home.

Vince Neil x Reader Sugar Daddy Headcanons

Nikki Sixx x Cheating!Reader Angst: A dark, angsty fic about you cheating on Nikki when he’s at his lowest point.

Tommy Lee x Reader Fluff: You buy Tommy some roses as a joke, but he turns out to love them a lot more than you expected him to.

Hanoi Rocks

Andy McCoy NSFW alphabet

Razzle Dingley x Reader Smut fic: kinky cuddles

Platonic Razzle Dingley x Reader prompt fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Nasty Suicide x Male!Reader Smut fic: Just sweet, fluffy smut!

All Members x Reader Smut fic: Literally just a gang-bang fic, not even gonna lie. You have sex with Michael, Razzle, Jan, Andy and Sami at the same time, and it’s basically the best experience of your life.

KISS

Eric Carr NSFW Alphabet

Ace Frehley NSFW Alphabet

Paul Stanley x Reader Headcanons-Headcanons about a gender neutral S/O who’s dealing with depression and can’t feel happy or sad.

Bruce Kulick NSFW Alphabet

Eric Carr x Reader Fluff: A cute fluffy fic about you and Eric having a beach day!

Ace Frehley x Reader Fluff: Just you and Ace cuddling and watching movies.

Marilyn Manson

Marilyn Manson NSFW Alphabet

Older!Marilyn Manson x Reader Smut: Hooking up before a concert.

John 5 x Pinup! Reader Smut: Reader looks like Dita Von Teese, and John sees her before a concert and decides to meet her.

Marilyn Manson x Reader x Ozzy Osbourne Smut fic: Threesome.

Dating Daisy Berkowitz Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz NSFW Alphabet

Dating Marilyn Manson Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz x Reader Smut/Fluff: Just you and Daisy doing couple shit, with a little bit of smut.

Twiggy Ramirez x Reader Angst: A songfic based off of the song Mechanical Animals; You and Twiggy are in a toxic relationship like in the song: he’s empty and unfeeling, you’re always angry and explosive, and the only thing keeping the two of you together is drug addiction.

Slipknot

Young Joey Jordison x Reader fic: No smut, just life on the road.

Iron Maiden

Nicko NSFW Alphabet

Ramones

Joey Ramone NSFW Alphabet

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: An awkwardly sweet fic about you and Joey being each other’s first times.

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: Based off of the part of my NSFW Alphabet for Joey, where I mentioned his dirty secrets, which are that he likes to be rough/give orders, and that he likes red lingerie.

Metallica

Lars NSFW Alphabet

Current! James Hetfield x Plus Size!Reader Fluff/Slight Smut: You think that no one can pick you up due to your size, so James proves you wrong.

Johnny Thunders

Dating Johnny Thunders Would Include

Johnny Thunders NSFW Alphabet

Poison

Bret Michaels NSFW Alphabet

Skid Row

Rachel Bolan NSFW Alphabet

Snake NSFW Alphabet

Dating Snake Would Include

Scotti Hill NSFW Alphabet

Rob Affuso NSFW Alphabet

Dating Scotti Hill Would Include

Dating Rob Affuso Would Include

Van Halen

Eddie Van Halen NSFW Alphabet

Ratt

Warren Demartini NSFW Alphabet

The Beatles

The Beatles x Reader Fluff/Smut: The four guys pull a prank on you, but it goes too far and they make you cry. They decide to be sweet to you to make up for it..and by sweet, I mean sweetttttt ;)))

LA Guns

Kelly Nickels NSFW Alphabet

Phil Lewis NSFW Alphabet

Kelly Nickels x Reader Smut: Just some nice smut between you and Kelly!

Machine Gun Kelly + His Band

JP Cappelletty/Rook NSFW Alphabet

Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor

Trent Reznor NSFW Alphabet

Dating Trent Reznor Would Include

Type O Negative

Peter Steele NSFW Alphabet

Def Leppard