#apologies to all the sexy gorgeous women that have been trying to genuinely follow me

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Stay (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

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Summary:

From prompts list "Have you lost your damn mind?!" With smut

Warnings:

Language, smut, fluff

SONG THE TITLE IS BASED OFF OF:

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You stand off to the side as you watch people grind on each other. You had only been living with your big brother, Vince, and his friends for three months and you were already tired of their lifestyle. Tommy would bring a bunch of girls he barely knew to have sex with them at different times. You thought it was a disgusting way to treat women, but then again the girls agreed to it. They only have themselves to blame. Nikki keeps disappearing at these parties. You genuinely have no clue where he runs off to. You looked everywhere you could think of. You guys decided to keep the bedroom doors locked so that you wouldn’t have to deal with random people being in you guys’ bed in the morning or the aftermath of two people having sex. It just wasn’t fun to clean up and it made the rooms start to stink.

Nikki seemed to be constantly on your mind recently. You paid close attention to every little thing he did. Whether it be tuning his bass or licking his lips. You were absolutely drawn to him. You don’t know if it was you actually developing a crush on him or if you were just full of lust, but you were always thinking of him.

You love his fluffy black hair that he teased to the limit. You love his bright green eyes that lit up when he talks about something he loves. You love his smirk that you just can’t resist.

You know you shouldn’t think of him that way. He’s your brother’s best friend! That’s just plain wrong. Vince would be so mad at the both of you. Before you even moved in he specifically told you not to have sex with his roommates. You thought that was ridiculous. At least until you saw Nikki. Something about him just drove you insane.

Someone bumps into you, spilling ice cold beer all over your brand new white T-Shirt. Damn it. Vince ruined your only other white shirt and you had just bought this one today.

You groan as the intoxicated man slurred an apology. You push past the swarm of drunk people dancing in the living room. You share a room with Nikki, so that’s the only place you can go. You also don’t have the key to Vinny and Tommy’s room. You pull the key out of your back pocket. You figure that Nikki must’ve left or something. He probably went to a strip club. You love your new friends dearly, but all they seem to think about is sex. That’s gotten on your nerves more than you’d like to admit. When Nikki will talk about his latest “Score” you’d feel yourself get jealous and angry. You knew that was stupid of you. There’s no way Nikki could like you the way you like him.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and getting inside quickly. You don’t want anyone to try to follow you in. You doubt that would happen, but it might. You look down at your soaked shirt. You can clearly see the black t-shirt bra you were wearing. You wear your bras by comfortableness. Not sexiness. It’s not like any guy is going to want to have sex with you anyways. What was the point of dressing up for no reason? You look up from your shirt. You see a flicker of light in the corner of the room. You turn on the light to see Nikki sitting in the corner with a lighter and a journal in his lap. You jump, not expecting to see the gorgeous black haired man.

Your heart is pounding hard and fast. Not because you’re scared. That’s just the effect he has on you.

“Jesus, Nik,” You say, slightly out of breath. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Nikki smirks. “You never had hell in you, darlin’. You’re a pure angel.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure.”

He looks over your appearance, stopping at your chest as he can see your bra. “Win a wet t-shirt contest?”

You laugh dryly. “That’s exactly what happened.” You open the closet. You want to get out of this damn shirt. It’s sticking to your skin uncomfortably. “Actually some drunk asshole spilled his beer on me.”

You hear Nikki get up. Next thing you know, you feel him behind you. “Want me to beat his ass?”

You giggle, glancing at him. He leans against the wall next to you. You finally grab one of Nikki’s old shirts. You know he doesn’t mind. He’s even told you to wear his shirts before. “Nah. I think the killer hangover tomorrow will be punishment enough.”

Nikki laughs. The sound is so melodic to your years. It causes you to laugh a little too. “I think so.”

You peel off the shirt, throwing it onto the floor. You’ll pick it up later. You ignore Nikki’s eyes on you as you quickly slide on the new shirt. It’s a worn out New York Dolls shirt. You smile, knowing how much he loves them.

You walk over and sit on the end of his mattress. Since you guys can’t afford to get a bed frame, you have to crouch down, your knees pulled up to your chest. Nikki sits next to you without a word.

You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Doesn’t this get old?”

“Does what get old?” Nikki asks, sounding tired.

“This life? Partying every night. Knowing Vince and Tommy, sleeping with different girls every night. Seeing people come in and trash your apartment with no remorse?” You bite down on your lip. “Don’t you get tired of it? I’ve only been here for three months and I know I’m tired of it.”

He laughs. “Well, you’re different. You didn’t get Vince’s partying gene.”

You scoff. “Good thing too.” You pull away from Nikki to look into his eyes. “I’m just not a crowd person. Or a party person. I’d rather it be the four of us watching a stupid movie with popcorn. That’s more my speed.”

Nikki scoots a bit closer. “Sounds a bit like a date.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “How does that sound like a date, Sixx?”

He grins. “If you put on a scary movie, I could hold you when you’re scared.”

You smirk at him. “What are you implying?”

“That you should let me take you out,” He says simply.

“Do you mean on a date or are you going to kill me?” You joke.

He laughs. Louder than he had before. The laugh reaches his eyes and lights them up like Christmas trees. That’s your favorite sight in the world. “On a date,” Nikki says once he calms down. “I promise no killing will happen.”

“Okay,” You say laughing at him.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, looking a bit worried.

“Of course it is,” You say, placing your hand on his cheek.

Nikki leans in with a huge grin on his face. His lips brush against yours when you hear Vince’s loud yell from out in the hallway. You jump nearly ten feet away from Nikki. This doesn’t seem to affect him, but it has you on edge. You totally forgot that you promised Vince you wouldn’t get involved with his friends.

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” You yell. “Vince will kill us both!”

Nikki laughs, understanding why you jumped away. He shakes his head. “No he won’t. He might get mad, but he can’t stay mad at his little sister.”

“He might at this,” You say. “Nikki, I don’t want to cause a fight between you guys.”

Nikki frowns. “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. I really like you. I have since you walked in the apartment door.”

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

He nods.”I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. I still think that. You’re so funny and kind. You’re perfect to me.”

You blush. “None of that’s true, but okay.” Your gaze drops to your feet.

Nikki tilts your chin so that you’re looking back up at him. “Why can’t you believe you’re so beautiful?”

You shrug. “People have given me reasons to think otherwise.”

He shakes his head. “Fuck them. Listen to me.” He smiles. “You know I’m right, like always.”

You laugh at his cockiness. He starts to lean in again. This time you lean in too. You hear Vince yelling again, but it becomes background noise. All that you’re focused on is Nikki pressing his lips against yours. He starts to get rougher with each kiss. He starts to pull your-well his-shirt over your head. You let him, instantly reconnecting your lips as soon as the shirt is out of the way. He pulls you into his lap. His hands find their way to your ass, finally resting there.

You’re not sure how it happened, but the next thing you knew, you were under Nikki completely naked. He hovers above you, no clothes on as well, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

He reaches into his bedside table, grabbing a condom out of it. He rips it open with his teeth, balancing himself with only one arm.

“No foreplay?” You ask, out of breath.

Nikki chuckles, his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck that,” He says, rolling on the condom. “I need you.”

Without warning, he thrusts into you hard. He doesn’t let you adjust before pulling out and thrusting back into you. He continues that, you letting out little moans every time he does. Your nails rake down his back, sure to leave marks tomorrow. You’re sure that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Nikki whispers curses into your ear. “Fuck, babe. Scream louder. Let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”

You reach your climax as soon as Nikki does. You fall over the edge when Nikki reaches his hand down between you and rubs your clit with his thumb. Nikki cums not too long after you do. You both ride out your high. The only thing that can be heard is your heavy breathing. Nikki finally collapses on top of you. His face nuzzles your neck, tickling you lightly. He pulls out of you, taking the condom off and throwing it into the trash can he has next to his mattress.

Sweat is pouring off of him and he has a huge grin on his face. “That was amazing,” He says as he pulls you to lay your head on his chest. You can feel his heart pounding and you smile.

“It was,” You respond, draping an arm over his stomach.

He kisses the top of your head. “I should’ve asked you out sooner.” He pauses, thinking something over. “You do still want to go on a date with me, right?”

You pull your head up to look at him. “What do you think?”

“No?”

You laugh, kissing his lips deeply. “Does that answer your question?”

He shakes his head, a tired smile on his face. “Nope. Try one more time and I’ll see if I know the answer.”

You roll your eyes at him, laughing slightly. You pull his face closer to yours, kissing him deeper than before. You pull away, looking at the man in front of you, who you were undoubtedly falling for.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He flips you over so that he’s hovering over you again. “Now for round two?”

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The Other End of the Bar (part 1?)

“Hey,” one of your friends from your Saturday night crew nudges your arm. “That guy was totally checking you out.” She gestures to your left and you see several men, considering this is the most popular bar near where you live. “You’ve got to be more specific than ‘that guy’, Gretchen,” you raise an eyebrow at her. You’re intrigued because you could have sworn you’d felt some eyes resting on you for the last few minutes. You’ll admit, you do feel pretty delicious tonight; you’re wearing your favorite pair of ripped light washed, high waisted skinny jeans and a long sleeved, off the shoulder maroon shirt. Not to mention the new brown booties you recently caught on sale at your favorite store. And to top it all off, you actually started getting ready on time tonight, so your makeup is A+ and you’re sporting your best dark shade of lipstick. Bottom line? You feel hot. “The sexy ginger in the blue shirt,” she purrs. You let your eyes travel over to the only man with red hair standing in a group of other men around his age, presumably his friends. He has a big grin on his face; one of his friends must’ve just told a pretty funny joke. You notice his teeth and how cute his smile is and only a few seconds later is he looking back at you. You can tell he didn’t expect you to notice him as he looks behind him, sort of in a ‘who, me???’ kind of way. You smile a bit flirtatiously, letting your eyes linger on him a little longer. The man notices the alluring look on your face and, well you’ll be damned, he starts to make his way down to your end of the bar. Gretchen lightly knocks into you, telling you she’s giving you two some privacy before stepping a few feet away and landing at a booth, taking the rest of the group with her. He passes by multiple other gorgeous women to come and talk to little old you! He's not too large, but not too small. He's taller than you, but shorter than most guys -- and he's incredibly attractive. His hair is a colorful, unstyled mop that lies on top of his pale skin. His attire is very casual -- a blue flannel and black jeans, but he looks pretty damn good in it. You set your thoughts (and drink) aside as he comes and sits on the seat directly next to you. “Hi,” he says coyly, and holy shit he has an accent. A British accent. “Hi,” you say back to him, your lips still curled flirtatiously. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me from across the room,” he teases you. “So, I decided to come ask -- can I buy you a drink?” This isn’t the first time someone has asked you this very question tonight. Living in the city has taught you a couple things, and one happens to be that pretty girls don’t need to bring money to bars or clubs. Guys (and occasionally girls) that think you’re hot will always be asking to buy you a drink or two, or three. But so, he’s cute and funny? That’s a plus. “Funny, but I’m pretty sure my friend caught you staring at me first. And yes, a drink would be great.” “Damn, I’m caught. I thought I was doing a good job of staring but not really staring,” his face blushes a bit and he smiles bigger, shaking his head. “What can I get you, though?” You tell him your drink and then ginger boy repeats it to the bartender, who politely smiles and pours it up. You thank him, taking a sip from your new glass full of liquor. He just looks at you for a moment, head cocked to the side and a small smile on his face, studying you fondly. It seems like he has questions, but decides to save them for later. Your eyes lock on his beautiful blue ones for what feels like a long while, and you feel tingly and jittery inside. The feeling is so strong it makes you look down, biting your lip while your cheeks flush. “You’re staring again,” you say sipping your drink to try to seem unphased. “I know,” he says confidently. “If I’ve already been caught, what’s the point of trying to hide it anymore?” He’s brave and you like it. “Oh, I guess I should properly introduce myself, how rude of me,” he continues, “I’m Ed, by the way.” You tell him your name and he compliments it, telling you how pretty it is. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?” you grin. He smiles and shakes his head, “No, no. It’s all genuine.” You glance past your new flame haired friend and look toward his group of buddies. They seem to be all staring at you and Ed, then going back to gossip with one another. “I think your friends are pretty interested in us,” you say, laughing a little through your nose. Ed follows your gaze to the familiar men at the opposite end of the bar. He sighs and rests his head on his left shoulder, clearly annoyed, but not in such a serious way. “Oh, I apologize for my mates,” his face scrunches a bit. Mates? How adorably British of him. “You see, they didn’t think I’d have the balls to actually come talk to you. And now they probably think I’m not going to succeed. You see, since I’m pretty awkward and a bit inept.” “I wouldn’t say that,” you sit up a little straighter and lean closer to Ed. “I’m still talking to you aren’t I? I even let you buy me a drink. And if you’re as interesting as you seem, I’ll let you buy me a couple more.” The both of you laugh, and thankfully, he is interesting, and you hit it off. The conversation of the next hour or so is filled with various laughter and funny things about each other. Like how Ed’s go to karaoke song is Pony by Ginuwine. You also learn cute, small things about each other. Like how Ed grew up in a small town in England called Suffolk and how he’s been passionate about music his whole life. He’s a singer-songwriter and once he gets to talking about his music, it’s like he enters a zone. An adorable zone, to be specific. You ask him what songs he has that are popular, and when he starts listing them, you immediately recognize them. You become amazed that you’re speaking with artist behind some of the songs on your Spotify playlists. Although he is clearly very dedicated to his music, you’re surprised by the fact that he does not brag or boast about any of it. He is an extremely, humbly adorable guy. His face even gets rosy when you congratulate him on his successes. He’s really sweet, and you’re actually kind of glad you ditched your friends to chat with him. You know it’s ridiculous, but you even feel a little sad when he excuses himself to the restroom because you don't want to stop talking. “Well, well, well,” you hear Gretchen sing from behind you a few minutes after Ed walks away. You turn to see her and your other girlfriends with serious smirks on their faces. “I’d be pissed you ditched us tonight, but he’s way too sexy for me to blame you,” your other gal, Nora pokes your arm playfully. “I’m just jealous I’m not getting lucky tonight.” You wave your arms in front of you, “Hey, who said anything about getting lucky? For your information, I’m not interested in sleeping with Ed…” “Tonight,” Gretchen laughs. “You’d be an idiot not to get that at some point. Did you see how he was looking at you, sweetheart?” “Look, he’s really cute, and funny, and charming… and he has really pretty eyes and--” something tells you to stop talking when Gretchen and Nora look behind you, then at each other with a cheshire cat grin. You turn around and see the exact pretty eyes you were just talking about. He looks very satisfied but also a little bashful, a slight smirk on his face. Your gal pals slowly walk away, snickering to each other. “So...” he says, sliding back into his seat and grinning at you uncontrollably. “Cute? Funny and charming?” “Hey, hey. Don’t get too happy,” you can’t help but beam his smile right back at him. “I say that about all the sweet redheads that stare at me from the across the bar.” “Ouch,” he says, clutching his chest. “I thought I was special.” You look at him for a bit, unable to wipe the gushy smile on your face. Without telling it, your hand somehow finds its way to his bicep. It’s more muscular than you thought and you swoon just a bit. “I guess you're maybe a little special.” His eyes fall down to your hand and then dance back up to your eyes. God damn, are they blue. If you were to fall in love with this man, (you’re not saying you will because that’s insane, you met him, like, an hour ago!) his eyes would be the culprit. They’re like big blue oceans full of wittiness, and intelligence, and humbleness, and-- “Do you wanna go out sometime?” It falls out of your mouth-- you literally did not even mean to say it. You don’t want to take it back, but Jesus, wouldn’t it be nice if your mouth would warn you before saying things like that? “I was actually going to ask you that,” he chuckles. “Unfortunately, the next few days will be really busy for me-- I’ve got a shit ton of stuff to do for the new album but… if you give me your number, I would love to call you up when I’m free.” “I love that idea,” you say, grabbing the napkin from under your drink and a pen from your purse. You write down your digits and slide them over to him. He grins at the small white square and takes it, tucking it safely into the pocket of his flannel. You two linger a bit, looking at each other’s lips for a split second, just like in the movies. But, neither of you lean in. It’s like you're caught up in the pre-kiss moment. Ed stands from his stool and says, “I should probably get back to my mates, they look like they want to leave.” He glances back at his tired looking crew, slumped over the bar and exhibiting, overall, no energy. “I enjoyed this, though. Thank you.” “Thank you,” you repeat. He starts to walk away, and you immediately regret not doing something. There has to be some sort of physical interaction at the end, not even necessarily being a kiss. “Wait…” He pauses, his blue beauties looking at you expectantly. You stand from your stool and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. When you pull away, he’s left with a glowing smile on his face. “It seemed necessary,” you explain yourself a little shyly. “Not complaining,” Ed shrugs before giving you one last nod and walking back down to the other side of the bar. You watch him walk away and start to feel lonely. He gives off the greatest vibe and it feels so fun and exciting. Now that he's left, it feels very dull. You step down from your stool and make your way to the booth your friends are sitting at. They look at you with surprised, inquisitive looks on their faces. “You were serious about not going home with him,” Gretchen says as you slide into the booth next to her. “I told you I wasn't going to sleep with him tonight,” you say pushing your hair behind your ear. “Tonight,” your friends all repeat at once. You all get into a laughing frenzy, you lightly shove Gretchen. “I did give him my number, though,” you smile. “He said he'll call me when he's free. I just hope he doesn't believe in waiting three days to call because I love talking to him. I actually wouldn't mind if he called me tomorrow.” “Sounds like you like him,” Nora says. You nod, grinning from just thinking about his eyes. “Aw, look behind you!” You crane your neck to see Ed nearly out the door of the bar, turned back around to give you one last wave goodbye. You wave back at him, unable to stop the buzzing feeling inside of you. As he walks out the door, you sigh, already excited for the next time you get to see him again. You and your girls talk the rest of the night away, the subject sometimes drifting back to Ed. You find him clouding your thoughts and you feel something exciting brewing. He'd really better call you soon…