#fred durst smut

[so-much-for-stardust6]

One Year- Wes Borland

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summary: it’s you and wes’ 1 year anniversary and you decide to sing a song dedicated to him. after the show you guys celebrate in the dressing room.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: this was requested by @mizfitneeds !! apologies for taking forever to write this but i always love their ideas! also btw y/n is singing like jack off jill’s version of ‘love song’ 🫶

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i smiled as i stared out to the crowd, sweat glistening my body.

“okay guys, we’re gonna do something a little bit different tonight. this is dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend, happy one year wes.” i spoke into the microphone.

the crowd cheered as i smiled brightly. i turned around to look at my band mates, nodding at them. they began playing and everyone instantly started to scream out. we were doing a cover of ‘love song’ by the cure. i gave a quick glance to the side and came into eye contact with wes. i smile softly at him before singing.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am home again..’

memories of wes and i flashed through my mind as i sung. wes always understood me, more than anyone in my life.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am young again

whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am fun again, again’

~flashback~

i sat on a park bench, staring at the water glisten in the sun. next to me sat my wonderful boyfriend, wes. he was watching the water too, playing with my hand that he’s holding.

“i love you, you know.” he blurts out.

i was taken aback by his sudden words. he always blurts out ‘i love you’s but adding ‘you know’ made me nervous.

“yeah, of course. i love you too. what’s up?”

he fully turned to me, taking both my hands into his own.

“i love you so fucking much, so so so much more than you think. i always think about you every second of my day and i hate being away from you. so to get to the point, my question is…do you wanna move in with me?”

my stomach immediately bursted with butterflies as a giant smile appeared on my face.

“yes!”

he laughed before bringing me into a deep kiss, one full of passion. he pulled away and hugged me so tight.

~flashback over~

‘however far away, i will always love you

however long i stay, i will always love you

whatever words i say, i will always love you

i will always love you’

i sung those words as i made straight eye contact with wes, making it known that they were for him and only him. we played a couple more songs before we ended our set. i ran up to wes who immediately took me into his arms. i rested my face into the crook of his neck as he spun us around. i giggled at the action, earning a giggle from him as well.

“i love you so fucking much..” he pulled away and whispered.

“i love you so much too.”

“so fucking much?”

“so fucking much.”

he locked lips and a tiny spark was felt, igniting something in my stomach and between my legs. he could sense it too because once he pulled away he gave me a look. i bit my lip as he took my hand and led us to his dressing room. he shoved us inside and made sure to lock the door (cause last time he forgot chloe walked in on us. poor girl was scarred..). he turned to me and grabbed my face, placing a kiss onto my smooshed lips.

“i wanna make love to you..” he breathed out.

“you gotta make it fast…you’re on soon.”

“they can wait.”

he started to slowly take off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. i took off his shirt as well but i placed it neatly on a suitcase. we undressed each other until we were fully naked.

“god you’re always so beautiful. like an glowing angel.” i blush at his words.

he began to press kissing to my shoulders, making sure to kiss every inch of my skin. he worked his way down to my boobs, to which he only peppered soft kisses on. he grabbed onto my hips and led us to the couch, gently laying us down. he continued his kisses as i giggled at the feeling of his lip ring.

“wesss…we can’t be long.” i whine out, grabbing a handful of his gel slicked hair.

“very impatient, baby.” he smirked as he used a hand to pump himself.

wes and i never made love before so i was incredibly nervous. i know it’s sex (which we’ve had many times) but it’s different. the mood and feeling is what changes it.

“you ready?”

“mhm.”

he kept eye contact with me as he pushed himself in. i let out a soft moan and fluttered my eyelids shut. he began to thrust slowly which felt agonizing compared to the speeds i know he could go. he brought our lips together again, tenderly kissing me. he kept one hand on my hip and slowly guided me along to his thrusts. his fingertips pressed onto my skin harshly as he moved me. he pulled away from my lips and rested his forehead onto mine. we listened to each other’s breathing, feeling the love grow through our veins.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispered.

“i love you too, wes..” i pecked his lips.

the hand that was on my hip slowly traveled up my body and to my boobs. he slowly started to massage my right one, being so gentle with it. he adjusted himself which gave him easier access to hitting that one spot. i gasp out at the new feeling and grab onto his shoulders. i dug my fingernails into his skin, probably drawing a little blood. the atmosphere in the room felt sensual, hot and heavy but not in the usual way. i smile a bit to myself as i realize the man i love is making love to me. his lips found the sweet spot on my neck and began lightly sucking on it. i moaned out at the feeling and clenched around him. it didn’t take long so far that certain feeling to arise in my stomach.

“wes…”

“i know..i know baby..” he peppers kisses on my neck.

i tilt my head back to give him more access. it was already known that i had wes’ body paint all over me, his most definitely smudged.

“i’m so close, wes…please..” i whine out.

“go ahead, baby..” he mumbles against my lips.

i gasp out as i came all over him, eyes screwed shut. i arched my back, wes taking a chance to wrap his arm around my body to bring me closer to him. he didn’t even think twice as he came inside me, groaning out against my neck. my hot breath fanning onto my skin.

“i…love…you…” he said in between kisses that he left on my lips.

“oh no, your makeup is smudged!” i gasp out, reaching out to touch his paint.

“wanna help me fix it?”

“duh.” i laugh.

he helps clean me up and helps me put my clothes back on. he sat at his desk and i sat on his lap, fixing up the black paint.

“hey so, i wanted to talk to you about something.” his tone serious.

i clear my throat and shifted in his lap, letting him know i’m listening. i nodded to encourage him to continue. he instead grabbed my hips and helped me off of him so he could walk to his bag.

“i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while..and since today is our one year i think it’s a perfect time.”

his back was to me as he held whatever he grabbed.

“what is it, babe?”

before he could turn around and talk, fred came pounding on the door.

“yo wes! hurry up with your guys’ fucking, we’re on soon!”

i heard wes mumble something before putting away the item.

“i guess another time then.” he chuckles.

i smile and nod as he approached me.

“you gonna watch us?”

“of course, let me just wipe your makeup off and i’ll be out there.”

“okay, see you soon.” he presses a soft kiss to my lips before leaving.

a part of me wanted to check his bag to see the item but i ignored that thought and went to grab a wipe to clean myself up.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Fred Durst fucking you and you’re begging for him to let you cum “please, Fred- ‘ve been a good girl, please!” You whined, tears streaming down your cheeks. Fred plays into it “not yet, I’m not done with you yet” he grunts as he ruts into you, desperate to make you cum only for it to not be enough

[korn-dogz]

Save a horse ride a cowboy

Fred durst x Reader

WARNING: smut, riding, creampie, fem reader, fred calling the reader “good girl”, semi public sex

this is not too long sorry hehe….

There was about 30 minutes before Fred was going on stage to perform, and right now you and him were in a very small room with no one around “you know how badly I needed this? Hm?” All you could do was smirk at him and continue to kiss him, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, he grabbed one of your hands and put your hand on his hard cock “you get me so worked up baby" he smirked against your lips as he slowly started moving his hips to get some fiction

You moved you hand from his crotch to his waist is unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down “you’re so needy Y/N” he leans down a bit to kiss your neck, you let out a quiet moan as you fully pull down his pants, he’s still kissing your neck as you feel his hands wondering up your body, his hands reach your boobs and he starts to massage them through your bra, he starts to gently bite at your neck as his hands reach up to take off your shirt

He takes off your shirt and he unclips your bra “I’m such a lucky guy to get all of this all to myself” he starts to gently suck and bite at your nipples “Fred..” you whimper at his touch “yes baby?” He smirks and gets really close to your face but doesn’t kiss you “please… fuck me” you look at him with begging eyes “you’re so impatient sweetheart..” he whispers into your ear, your panties are drenched at this point because of him

You take off his shirt and admire his beautiful chest, you start to kiss his chest and take off your pants “Fred, I need you so badly” you beg him. He smirk and gently sits you both done on the floor, he leans back into you to kiss you some more, you’re in between his legs as you start to rub your hand against his hard cock, you hear him groan into your mouth as he takes off your panties, he goes in to touch your clit “holy shit.. so fucking wet for me” he grins and licks his fingers of your wetness

You push down his boxers and wipe off his pre cum with your finger and put it in your mouth, you never broke eye contact the entire time, like a cat, you pounce on top of him and start to grind your hips against his hard cock “fuck…” he says quietly, you decided that that’s enough teasing so you aline his cock against your entrance, you slowly push yourself down and moan out, it only takes a couple of seconds for you to adjust before you start bouncing on his cock

“Ah fuck! Good f-fucking girl” Fred moans out as he starts to dig his nails into your hips, you continue to grind and ride him until you can feel his cock twitch inside of you “fuck! f-fred I’m close” your fingers dig into the skin on his shoulders “I am too baby” he starts to thrust upwards as you both are so close to reaching your high

“You’re such a good girl Y/N, so good for- fuck.. me” he starts to leave hickeys on your tits as you both cum together “you make me feel so good Y/N… I love you so much” you’re still riding out your orgasm but you manage to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him on the forehead “I-I love you too fred..” you get off of him as you realize there’s only about 12 minutes before he goes on stage

“Shit! Youre on Stage in Like 10 Minutes!” You start to panic as he chuckles “you’re cute when your worried about me” you blush as you help him put his clothes back on “yeah yeah whatever” you look away and blush “now come on! I don’t want you to be late because of me” he smiles at you “at least I get to spend this moment with you before I have to go on stage” he held your hand and walked both of you back to the main backstage

[memobread]

ngl kinda want jonathan to breed me ermmmmmm

SAMMEEEEEE

this man is a whore and he knows it

[giannafartfart]

Okay im doing a long requested math cup for this super fan of mine who shared too much information on the second message so im only sharing the first one

“YO YO HIII can you match me up with a gorillaz member??? Im loud and very over the top and dramatic, have basicaly no friends but 3, im 5’6 and extremely emo :))))”

I math you cup with Russel, i think you guys would get along better than the other members because he is a fat and that usually goes over well and also he’s very nice and quiet so you can talk for him.

•Mr sun sun Mr golden sun please shine down on me or Mr sun sun Mr golden sun hiding behind a tree

•you’re very loud and energetic and he is very large and can’t move well so when you need to chill out he just sits on you really hard and knocks the wind out of you

•he has an emo uncle so he knows how to handle you guys

•he doesn’t let you watch the gay emo men on youtube which is such a blessing because they suck so much balls

•Russel is such a light in your life and lifts you out of the deep depression and mental illness that you would need to seriously begin to ship yourself with a fictional character

•he tucks you into bed because he’s got large hands

•goodnight russel says and he says “you’re pretty tall in the top of the bunk bed” and he fat man groans underneath you the whole night every night

Hope you enjoyed!

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

📢!!!Calling any fellow Fred x Wes shippers - This is my bat signal out to you!!!📢[** poor attempt at a high pitched battle cry**]

(About time I let these two idiots fuck around in one of my fics. I'm painfully sorry it took me this long to do so.)

FIC TITLE: Hit The Showers

Pairing: Fred Durst x Wes Borland (Fres) (if that’s not your thing, no worries😊)

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. Minors do not read)

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Story Summary: What do you get when you mix Fred and Wes, a little bit of booze, some baby oil, and a hot and steamy locker room shower?...

A trip to the hospital just waiting to happen.

Nah, nah, I'm just kidding. Just read the thing✌🏻

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Tag info: Smut 18+, refer to AO3 for more tag info (link below)

Find it HERE on AO3

[5eraphim]

5eraphim writing iceberg where the very bottom, most obscure tier is the longhand fred durst smut in my journal, physical drafts book.

[claudy-writes-stuff]

Introduction!

call me Claudy or clauda, I’m a she/her I write for nu metal and stuff

I write for : Characters

- Chester Bennington

- Fred Durst

- Wes Borland

- Corey Taylor

- Alex Terrible

- I do also write for peaky blinders (pls nobody request any smut on this blog, I’ll do light fluff but no smut)

- KoRn

- Serj Tankian

- Daron Malakian

- John dolmayan

- Shavo (HOW DO YOU SPELL HIS OTHER NAME IDK OMG 😭)

Even if it’s like UFC I’ll write for Khabib and others if I make sure it ain’t OOC

I will not write for

Smut

Pedophilia (like I’ll do age gaps but if it’s appropriate)

Degrading

Feces

Weird fetishes

Please do request me and DONT, BE, SHY

[so-much-for-stardust6]

so-much-for-stardust6’s masterlist! 🫶

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hey guys! i’ve finally made a masterlist so it’s easier to find my stuff!!

feel free to request anything and i’ll try my best to write it! but as of right now i’ll be taking a break from writing 🙏

here’s my about me as well!!

the ☆ symbol means it is smut!! so bare with me as almost everything is 😭

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limp bizkit imagines:

Brother’s Best Friend- Wes Borland ☆

Janitor’s Closet- Wes Borland ☆

Stress Reliever- Wes Borland ☆

Shower- Wes Borland ☆

Body Paint- Wes Borland ☆

Tour- Wes Borland/Limp Bizkit

One Year- Wes Borland ☆

Recording Booth- Wes Borland ☆

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jackass imagines:

Stunt Aftercare- Bam Margera ☆

Can’t You See?- Ryan Dunn ☆

Breakup- Ryan Dunn

Show It Then- Bam Margera ☆

MTV Music Awards- Jackass Cast

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beastie boys imagines:

Party- Adam Horovitz

House Party Closet- Adam Horovitz ☆

Hair Dye- Adam Yauch ☆

Late Night Confession- Mike Diamond ☆

Vacation- Mike Diamond

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red hot chili peppers imagines:

Best Friends Or Lovers?- John Frusciante ☆

School Bathroom- John Frusciante ☆

Guitar Solo- John Frusciante

Surprise Visit- John Frusciante ☆

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blur imagines:

Halloween Party- Graham Coxon ☆

Stressful Day Off- Graham Coxon ☆

“Embarrassing” Confession- Graham Coxon ☆

Quickie- Damon Albarn ☆

Birthday Festivities- Graham Coxon ☆

You’re My True Love- Damon Albarn

You’re My True Love Pt 2- Damon Albarn

I Still Love You- Graham Coxon

Bathroom Rendezvous- Damon Albarn ☆

I Will Never Forget You- Graham Coxon

Sauna- Damon Albarn ☆

High Sex- Graham Coxon ☆

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fall out boy imagines:

High School Reunion- Patrick Stump ☆

Secret Love- Pete Wentz/Mr. Sandman

Secret Love Pt 2- Pete Wentz/Mr. Sandman

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Janitor’s Closet- Wes Borland

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summary: wes was in a mood during a band meeting and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. afterwards he shoved you two into the janitor’s closet

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & small hinting at a breeding kink (i think ??)

a/n: i wrote this at like 3am and i had to wake up early the same day 😭

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i awkwardly sat at the edge of the couch, spacing out as the guys talked. wes dragged me to a band meeting since right after him and i had an appointment with some venues we’re looking at for our wedding. they continued talking business about what cover they’re gonna use for their upcoming album. i was staring at floor when i felt a familiar hand at the small of my back and i thought nothing of it. i turn to look at wes, his eyes already on me. i give him a genuine smile and he returns it, some sort of intention in his eyes that i couldn’t make out. i shrug it off, assuming he was just antsy and wanted to get out of the meeting and spend the day with me. but when i felt his hand rub my back, i knew what he was doing.

i lightly nudge him, signaling him to knock it off. he listened and took his hand back, setting it on his thigh. i was surprised he didn’t keep going, knowing how he is when he gets in the mood.

“what do you think, y/n?” i hear fred ask.

“huh?”

“which picture should we go with?” he points to lethal who was holding multiple options for their album.

“am i even allowed to be apart of this decision?”

“duh, you’re gonna be mrs. borland soon so you’re part of the bizkit family.” john says.

“god, that sounds amazing. mrs. borland.” wes mutters out, biting his bottom lip.

he leans to me, kissing me on my neck slowly. i giggle and softly push him away from me, not wanting him to make out with my neck in front of the guys.

“i say the right one looks sick.” i choose.

“what’d i tell you! i fucking knew she’d choose that one.” sam laughs out.

they began bickering about something while my mind was on wes’ hand that returned to my back.

“wes, not here.” i whisper loud enough for him to hear.

“what? i’m just rubbing your back, babe.” he smirks.

“mhm, yeah right.” i say, playfully rolling my eyes.

i grab his hand and placed it on my thigh, not thinking about what i’ve just done. he rested it there and i thought i won that battle, calming him down before he got me in a mood. the triumphant thoughts in my mind soon vanished once he moved his hand, inch by inch towards my inner thigh. i was frozen in place and let it happen, deep down wanting him to keep going. his slender fingers dancing along my pants, discreetly moving forward. my breathing picked up as i tried to keep calm and collected so the guys wouldn’t put their attention on us. wes knew what he was doing, an evil smirk on his face as he talked with the guys. his fingers finally made their way to the button of my pants, toying with it to tease me. i gulp and shift nervously, not knowing how far he’d go.

he then started to try and unbutton my jeans, struggling to do it without being noticed. but when fred stood up and everyone followed suit, i immediately grabbed his hand and threw it off of me and stood up. i smoothed out my shirt and took a deep breath to collect myself. wes stood up and hugged the guys bye, a bit fidgety as he did so. once i did my round of goodbye hugs, wes grabbed onto my hand and lead us out the room quickly. he told everyone we were gonna be late for our appointment, which was a huge lie. i yelp out in surprise as he shoved me into a janitor closet, locking the door behind him.

“wes?! what are you-“ i was cut off as he slammed his lips on mine.

i didn’t hesitate to kiss back, reciprocating the same energy. his hands roughly gripped my body, moving around like he didn’t know where to touch me.

“wes, we can’t right now. we’d actually be late..” i mumbled against his lips.

“then we gotta make it quick.”

he was quick to start pulling up my shirt, my arms going up to let him. he tossed it where ever in this tiny closet.

“i suggest you turn on the light, baby.” i chuckle.

he pulled away and i heard him shuffle around to find the switch. i then heard a little click and above us the light turned on.

“god, you’re always so beautiful…i’m so lucky to call you mine.” he groans out, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me closer to him.

“mmm, i’ve always loved the sound of mrs. borland…” i cheesily say, slowly kissing his lips.

he groans out at my actions, his hard on poking my thigh a bit.

“you’re killing me woman….”

he continued the previous make out session, this time quickly stripping us of our clothes. quickies with wes weren’t new, obviously since he’s in a band and they play a lot of shows. i run my hand through his gel slicked hair, lightly tugging at it. he’s always been a sucker for hair pulling, especially when it’s his that gets pulled. his lips moved from my own and trailed down my chin and to my neck, kissing my sweet spot. i quietly moan out as he bit the spot lightly.

“no marks, wes. we have people to see today.” i warn him as best as i could without moaning.

i heard him whine at the rule, leaving my neck to go back to my lips. he was in a biting mood since he was practically nibbling my bottom lip. my hands went to his boxers, tugging at the waistband to signal him that i want them off. he skipped the teasing and just shoved them down his legs. i felt his leaky precum spread onto my thigh, making me even more wetter than before. i felt him slowly grind against me, trying to get that relief he desperately needs. he moans into my mouth and he quickens his pace against my thigh.

“are you seriously gonna fuck yourself against my thigh?” i pull away from the kiss.

“uh, yeah?”

“no your not. you don’t drag me into this closet just to fuck my thighs, wesley.”

he began to try and speak, words coming out in stutters. i reach down and pull off my underwear, placing them on top my previously discarded pants.

“hurry up and fuck me.” i say.

“yes ma’am.” he spoke clearly.

he grabbed the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up to wrap around his waist. once he had the perfect grip, i jumped up so he could wrap my other leg around him. he held onto my ass and i helped guide him towards my hole.

“fuck, c-can you please rub me against you?” he breathlessly said.

“what, like this?”

i did exactly what he asked, our juices mixing with one another. he threw his head back and moaned out loud, his adam’s apple prominent.

“slide in, wes.”

his hips began moving forward, sliding himself inside me with ease. i gasp out at the feeling that was all too familiar but still never got old. he didn’t waste any time to start thrusting. he dug his fingernails into my skin as the pleasure was too much. he’s felt me like this many many times before but he swears each time it’s always different somehow. our moans bounced off the closet walls, probably echoing to the outside. wes leaned down to kiss my neck but groaned out in frustration when he remembered he couldn’t mark me. he loves marking me, it shows everyone else that i’m taken and they don’t have a chance. i giggle at his reaction, grabbing his face to bring his lips to mine. his lip ring was no longer cold and was warm from all the kissing, lips plump and swollen. i felt up on his flexed muscles, moaning out as i feel his abs.

wes has been horny all day long so it didn’t take him long to approach his orgasm. he held it as best as he could while trying to get me to reach mine, he always hates when he comes first since he thinks ladies should go first. he thrusted harder and faster in attempt to get me close, but what really sealed the deal was when he began rubbing my clit. i clenched around him as i felt the suddenness of a familiar feeling in my stomach. my muscles go weak as the feeling got stronger by the second. wes knew i was getting close by the way my grip on his body loosened, the way my walls clenched around him like crazy, and the way my kissing became messy. it felt like my mind only focused on my close orgasm, everything else going on with me was no longer important. wes pulled me up on his waist, giving him a new angle that caused him to instantly hit my g-spot. and just like that, i came all over his dick.

i pulled away from him and threw my head back. breathless moans escaped my lips as i clenched all over him. seeing me cum made wes finally let go of his own orgasm, his dick shooting his cum all inside me. he let out throaty moans as he filled me up, his body slightly buzzing with numbness. we stood there panting with a thin layer of sweat coating our bodies.

“we better get going, can’t miss-“

“that appointment. i know, i know.” wes said, finishing my sentence.

he slowly pulled out of me, watching as his cum slowly leaked out of me. he moved his hand to scoop up the cum and push it back inside me, a gasp leaving my mouth as i felt his fingers suddenly fill me up. he had no intention of fingering me but my reaction provoked the thought.

he smirked and he moved his fingers slowly to tease me.

“w-wes…” i try to warn him.

he knew i was enjoying it, my grip on his bicep was rough. thank god he was a guitarist because he knew what he was doing. his pace picked up as he began pumping and curling his fingers. the sounds emitting from the action was lewd to say the least, and the idea of him pushing his cum deeper inside me definitely made it more erotic. i was already sensitive enough so it didn’t take long for me to cum once again. i clenched around his fingers, releasing my juices all over him again. he pulled his fingers out and happily placed them in his mouth. i lustfully watched as he sucked them clean, humming out in satisfaction. he popped them out his mouth, a bright smile on his face.

“tastes good, like always..” he spoke out in a daze.

“you’re sick, you know.” i joke.

“what? can a man not want to get his beautiful girl pregnant? hm? just imagine a little baby growing inside you in a couple months.” he says as he sets me down carefully so i wouldn’t collapse. i was able to stand on my own, holding onto the wall a bit for support. he crouched down to my stomach to rub it and press soft kisses to the skin. i giggle at his actions, the thought of him becoming a father made my heart swell. he stood up and slid up his boxers first before helping me get dressed. he took his sweet time sliding my clothing on, teasing me again.

“we’re gonna be late, wes. and then i’m gonna be mad.” i warn him.

“you can’t be mad at this face, can you?” he looks down at me with puppy dog eyes.

“yes, i can.” i say, smirking.

he blows a raspberry at me before putting my clothes on in a normal pace. once we were both dressed, we helped one another look presentable. i fixed his spiky hair and wiped some of my lip gloss off his mouth. he then smoothed out my hair and fixed up some makeup that might’ve smudged.

“we make a great team.” i say.

“that’s why i’m marrying you.” he says proudly, grabbing my hand.

he unlocks the door and cracked it open to check if anyone was near. once the coast was clear, he fully opened it. i made sure to turn off the light as we fully made our way out, closing the door behind us.

“thank god the guys left, you know how they get.”

“yeah, i know…” my words trail off once my eyes land on a familiar man.

“they’re out the closet!” fred’s voice echoes out to the others.

“fuck!” i say, running the opposite way once the rest of the guys started making their way to us.

wes still held onto my hand as we ran away from the guys who were whistling at us. we managed to lose them and book it to our car and to our long awaited appointment.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Brother’s Best Friend- Wes Borland

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summary: you recently went through a breakup and your brother, fred durst, is forcing you to go out with him and his band mates. he has this one rule that makes you off limits, but will that rule be broken when with wes?

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & cursing

a/n: came up with a posting schedule so it’ll be easier to write 🙏 also i re read it but i swear there’s probably a couple spelling mistakes so bear with me i’m sorry

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i lay awake in bed, staring up at my ceiling in the dark. my eyes adjusted to the darkness so i saw the faint outline of the poster i had on my ceiling. just as i was drifting off to sleep, my brother swings my door open and turns on the light.

“fred, what the fuck?” i groan out, covering my eyes.

“get up.” he pulls my blanket off me, tossing it to the floor.

“can you go away? i’m not getting up.” i go into fetal position.

“y/n, you’ve been cooped up in this room for a week.”

“two weeks.” i correct him.

“doesn’t help your case.” he sits on the edge of my bed.

“come on, get up and get dressed.”

“why?”

“i’m going out with the guys and you’re coming. you need to get out and let loose.”

“why would i hang out with you and your friends, you guys will embarrass me.”

“embarrass you? we are not embarrassing.” he scoffs, standing up.

“you’re funny.” i say with a sarcastic look on my face.

fred mutters something before laying on me. he’s practically suffocating me, putting his dead weight on me.

“get the fuck off, fred! i swear.” i try to shove him off.

“i’ll get off if you go out.”

“fine! anything to get you out my room.” i cave in.

he gets up, smoothing out his shirt with a dumb smile on his face.

“perfect! we’re leaving in 30.” he pats my leg.

i take the opportunity to punch his shoulder, pay back for being annoying.

“ow, what the fuck?!”

“payback.” i stick my tongue out.

“immature.”

“says you!”

after he leaves the room, i lay back down and groan at the fact i have to go out. i could just not go but i know he’d hold it against me or something. i recently just got out of a relationship and was pretty sulky about it, fred being the one to support me. i was staying with him for a bit while i figure out a new living situation. fred suggested for me to just live with him, an opportunity i might consider.

i sit up and let out a deep breath before standing up to head towards my closet. i wasn’t looking to impress anyone tonight, so i picked out casual clothes. some baggy cargo pants fred bought me for my birthday and some band tee. i apply some light mascara and lip gloss, i gotta at least look presentable i guess. i clip on my earrings and necklace before deciding that i was done, deodorant and sprits of perfume to confirm. i couldn’t find my shoes, searching all around my room for them. i sigh in frustration and head to ask fred about them.

“fred, have you seen my converse? i swore i left them in my room-“ i cut myself off once i enter the living room.

there he sat with his band mates, beers in hand.

“hey y/n!” john greeted me.

“hey. uh, sorry for intruding but have you?” i look at fred.

i gulp out of nervousness as i feel a certain band member’s eyes on me. wes borland. when i first met him, i’ve always thought he was really cute but i never acted upon it. i was fred’s younger sister (only by two years) so i was basically ‘off limits’. but i’ll be lying if i said i never imagined being with wes.

“you left them out the other day, so i put them in the closet.”

“alright, thanks. and i’m basically ready, by the way.”

“you’re wearing that?”

“uh, yeah? what else would i wear.”

“i dunno, something to catch guys’ eyes.”

“gross, fred. i don’t want to meet anyone tonight.” i go to the closet, opening it to see my shoes.

“she looks good, fred. and shouldn’t you be against anyone messing with your little sister.” leor, or lethal as they call him, defends me.

“so is your sister now on limits?” sam jokes.

i took that as my cue to leave, avoiding any further conversation. i slip my shoes on in the hallway as i hear fred tell them off.

“okay boys, let’s go. i want this night to be over with quickly.” i round them up.

they all form a line as they exit fred’s apartment.

“i think you look nice.” wes whispers in my ear.

shivers were sent down my spine, a moan creeping up my throat. i luckily caught myself before any sound left my lips. i turn around to look at him, a smile on my face.

“thanks, wes.”

“no problem.” he winks at me.

my knees nearly gave out. he’s killing me.

after finally convincing them to let me drive since they were already drinking, we arrived at the club. i mentally prepare myself to be in a crowd full of sweaty bodies, something i didn’t want for a thursday night.

“okay, you stay by any of us for the rest of the night. i don’t want any creeps touching you.” fred tells me in a strict voice, pointing finger pointed at me the whole time.

“i thought you wanted me to get out there?” i joke, a smirk forming on my lips.

“fuck you.”

after showing the bouncer our ids, we enter the loud and humid club. fred was leading us towards the bar, ordering shots for us. i grab the tiny glass and take a deep breath before taking it. once i swallow, i cough a bit at the feeling.

“WOOO, LETS GET FUCKED UP!!” fred shouts, already being embarrassing.

i stayed in the back of the group, kinda 6th wheeling as the guys downed shots and chatted.

“you okay?” wes asks, bumping my arm to catch my attention.

“huh? oh yeah, i’m fine. i’m just feeling like a bit of a 6th wheel, you know.” i chuckle.

“wanna go somewhere to chat? haven’t talked to you in a while, stinker.” he playfully ruffled my hair.

stinker was some stupid nickname he gave me. for what reason? i don’t know. and do i hate it? no, actually. i look at fred, watching as he laughed his stupid laugh before chugging a beer.

“yeah, i’m fine with that.”

wes looks back at the group, making sure they don’t see us leave. his big hand takes mine as he leads us to the back of the club and to a tiny booth. it was dark and a bit quiet in the corner, something i was very comfortable with.

“so, how have you been? fred kinda told me what happened. i’m sorry.” he immediately gets into that.

“i’ve been doing better. obviously not 100% perfect but better, you know?” i sip the beer in my hand.

“i understand. i’m glad you’re better, you’re always cheerful so seeing you sad was off putting.”

“fred has been trying forever to get me out the house and i guess he finally succeeded.” i shake my head as the memory of what happened earlier played in my mind.

“if you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you looking for someone tonight?”

“oh, i just uh-i’m just not in the mood. i have no energy left for a relationship. energy to talk to people and start one up, i should actually say.”

“so you’d rather be around people you know? or be with people you know?” he eyes me, waiting for an answer.

“uh, yeah i guess. easier than starting new.” i sip my beer again.

wes and i chatted for 30 more minutes, occasionally leaving to get more beers. we were about 5 beers in, very clearly tipsy and slightly drunk. we scooted closer to one another in the booth, his body heat radiating off and onto me.

“is living with fred any fun?”

“fuck no. he’s a dick most of the time and annoying. but i love him so much cause he’s my brother.”

“unfortunate that he’s your brother.”

“why’s that?” i take a fat gulp of my 6th beer.

“cause you’re really pretty.” he confesses.

my cheeks heat up, a smile forming on my face.

“get outta here.” i jokingly shove him away.

“i’m serious. you’re so pretty that i wanna kiss you.”

“then kiss me.”

he stared at me, faces so close that i smelt the alcohol from his breath. after a couple of glances at my lips, he finally moved in to kiss me. the coldness of his lip ring caused me to gasp, his tongue taking the opportunity to slip into my mouth. my hands flew to his face, pushing his closer to me. our tongues danced with one another, the taste of beer on my tastebuds. his hands went to my hips, grabbing me to move me onto his lap. i ran my fingers through his hair, practically massaging his scalp. one of his hands rested against my thigh, occasionally squeezing it. i moan into his mouth, unconsciously grinding on him. it was his turn to moan into my mouth, his hands tightly gripping me.

“wes, there you are man! we’ve been lookin for you.” i hear fred’s voice call out.

we quickly pull apart and before i was able to get off of wes, he shoved my head to the side of his. i was confused but i stayed there, resting my chin on his shoulder as i faced the wall.

“hey man, what’s up?” wes asks, nervousness in his voice.

“i can’t find y/n, have you seen her?” his words slurring.

“uh, no man i haven’t. i’m sure she’s around, she probably met a guy.”

“okay, probably did..hey are you getting some right now?” fred laughs.

“yeah man, what a way to cockblock.”

“oh shit, my bad dude. i’ll be out of your guys’ hair.” i felt fred pat wes’ shoulder.

“is he gone?”

“i think so.”

“was he really that drunk to not know it’s me?” i laugh.

“mmm, guess so. but i’m glad he didn’t, he would’ve kicked my ass.”

“kissing isn’t that bad.”

“yeah but sleeping with his sister is.”

“sleeping with me? mmm, very bold mister.” i toy with his bottom lip before kissing him.

“let’s take this somewhere else.” he mumbles against my lips.

i smirk as i pull away, knowing a spot. i pull out the car keys, jingling them in front of his face. we rush out the club, hopefully unnoticed by the rest of the band. we laugh as we run to the car, quickly unlocking it and shoving ourselves inside.

luckily i parked in the way corner where it was dark but the windows were tinted anyways. we didn’t hesitate to kiss again, sitting on his lap once again. he grabbed onto my hips, moving them to grind against his now hard dick. i move my hand to the back of his neck, pushing him deeper in the kiss. one of his hands traveled higher up my body, resting on one of my boobs. he slowly began to massage it, a spark igniting in my stomach. the air in the car immediately got hot, windows fogging up already.

“fuck, lay down.” he groaned.

i get off him, awkwardly laying down. i thought he’d get on top but instead he awkwardly tried to go down on me.

“wes, you’re too fucking tall.” i giggle.

“fuck. sit up, i have an idea.”

i obey his words and sit up. i watch as he adjusts the driver and passenger seats to where they were all the way up. he then goes to his knees on the floor with all the new space. he unbuttons my jeans and i lift my hips up so he was able to shimmy them off. the cold air hits my wet underwear causing my legs to close shut due to reflex.

“tsk, tsk, tsk. gotta have them open, baby.”

he used his hands and pried them open, becoming face to face to what he caused. his pupils dilated as he stares at the wet spot, tongue darting out to wet his lips. his long fingers dance up my thigh, toying with the hem of my underwear. he then slowly pulled them down, teasing me. i sat there trying to be patient but my mind was exploding.

“fuck come on wes.” i beg.

he stared up at me and smirked, removing my underwear with one smooth pull. i gasp out at the air and bare contact with the seat. wes didn’t play around anymore and he went to run a finger through my slit, spreading my wetness. he brought his hand back to his face, placing his finger into his mouth. he moaned around his fingers, the taste of me coating his tastebuds.

“so fucking good…”

i squirm and moan out at the sensual sight, needing him more than ever. he returned his fingers, this time sliding them inside me. he slowly pumped them, letting me adjust before he started to go faster. he curled them, attempting to find that one spot. i gripped the edge of the seat, head thrown back as i moan out. i sat there as he fingered me, my juices most definitely getting all over the seat.

he suddenly stopped, a disappointing sound coming from my mouth. before i could say anything, i felt his plump lips against me. i gasped out in surprise, hand flying to his head. i had a hold on his hair, gripping it as he ate me out. the feeling of his tongue lapping at me was too much for me to handle, my head spinning like crazy. i squeezed my eyes shut and whined out, pushing his head closer. to add to the craziness, he brought his hand back to rub my clit. that sent me over the edge, suddenly feeling the spring in my stomach tighten to its max.

“wes…i-“ i cut myself off with a moan.

he hummed against me, signaling me to go ahead and cum. the vibrations from his hum sent me, arching my back as i came all over his face. i rode his face, breathing heavily as i pulled him away. i looked down at his face, his mouth and chin covered in my juices.

“so delicious. wish i tasted you earlier..” he wiped some of me off his chin to suck it up.

i grab his face and guide him back up to me. i lay us down comfortably, wes hovering over me.

“take off your pants, borland.”

“yes ma’am..”

he was quick to unbutton them, shoving them down his legs and to his ankles.

“wait, we need protection.” i stop him from removing his boxers.

“fuck, i don’t have any.”

“check the glove box.”

he gets off me and clumsily reaches over to the glovebox, popping it open. he searched through papers and napkins before getting ahold of a box.

“i think these are bit small but they should fit.” he shows me the box of condoms.

“if they work then they work.” i shrug.

he rips them open, eager to fuck me already. he takes out a condom, throwing the box to the floor with no care.

he quickly sits back down, pulling down his boxers to expose his erect dick. my stomach did flips at the sight of him, wondering if he’d fit. he uses his teeth to rip open the foil, taking out the condom then spitting the wrapper to the floor. he carefully rolls the condom on, trying not to rip it. it was a snug fit, not too tight to where it’d break because if it did then fred would definitely kill him if i end up pregnant. wes made sure it on fully before climbing on top of me again, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“this tops needs to go.” he tugs at my shirt.

“if you want to see my boobs then say so.” i joke.

“i want to see your boobs.” he says seriously.

i struggle to take off my shirt but eventually manage, leaving me only in a bra. i was about to unclip my bra to be fully nude but wes just pulls my bra down, letting my boobs spill out. i shriek out at the suddenness.

“if i had to remove my shirt then you do too, wes.”

he pulled off his shirt easily, throwing it in the front seat quickly so he could return to my boobs. he dipped his head down to kiss my chest, nipping at my skin. as he did that, he grabbed his dick and rubbed himself against my folds, preparing me for him. he then slowly slid in, stretching me out in ways i didn’t think was possible. i grab onto his shoulders, squeezing them as he inserted himself further. once he was fully in, he waited for me to adjust to him. i nodded when i decided it was okay for him to move. he slowly started to thrust, the adrenaline in my veins flowing at a million miles per hour. i get fed up at his slow pace, needing more from him.

“faster…” i whine out.

he pulls away from my chest to look up at me as he started to thrust faster. he watched my face as i moan out his name, his own stomach doing flips. he knows he’s breaking the one rule the band was given by fred but he can’t help it, he just needs me. he hungrily kisses me, nibbling on my bottom lip like he was starving. his mind became foggy from the alcohol (and the fact that he was inside of me) causing him to start thrust harder. i cry out against his mouth as he immediately finds that one spot. it made my body numb, my senses all heightened as he kept hitting it. i dug my nails into his shoulders, probably drawing blood.

our bodies became slicked with sweat due to the humid car air, windows fogged the fuck up. he classically places his hand onto the window, leaving an iconic hand print. he held himself like that as he even went faster than before, making me swear i saw stars. the car rocked with his thrusts, very obviously indicating that we were having sex. my knees buckled when i felt that familiar spring in my stomach, a breathless moan escaping my mouth and into his. he felt me clench around him, adding dizziness to his foggy mind. he felt like an animal with how hard he was thrusting, wanting to go even harder and faster. he pulled away from my lips and went back to my chest, this time paying attention to my boobs. he didn’t hesitate to suck on them, teeth lightly nipping them. i was inching closer and closer to my orgasm, muscles tensing with every second.

“wes..i’m about to-“

“do it for me, baby. come all over me.” he stared up at me.

i tried to hold eye contact with him but failed as i finally let go. i clenched around him, my walls stuttering as i released all over him. i throw my head back and moan out, his name occasionally coming out my mouth. the feeling of me cumming all over him, clenching onto him pushed him to his own orgasm. he groaned out and came into the condom, hips stuttering as he did. his muscles were flexed as he came, showing off his abs and whatnot. once he was done cumming, he slowed down his movements before completely stopping.

“fuck..” he breathed out.

“that was-“

“fucking amazing.” he finished my sentence.

he pulled out of me, sitting up and collapsing against the seat. i follow suit and sit up, sluggishly sitting against the seat.

“i don’t even wanna get dressed.” he groans out.

“me neither but we gotta before the guys decide they’re done.”

“damn, you’re right. here let me get something to clean you up.” he reaches over to the glovebox to grab the napkins.

he cleans me up and the seat as well, trying to erase any sign that anyone fucked in here. wes and i grabbed all our clothes and put them on, looking in the mirrors to straighten ourselves out.

“i’m gonna be right back, i need to throw this away.” he says, indicating to the condom he’s holding.

i nod as he opens the door, leaving it open to get the fresh air circulating inside. i drop my head back and sigh out as the fresh air hit my skin, cooling me down instantly. suddenly, a hand slapping against the window causes me to scream out.

“why are you screaming, sis! it’s me!” fred laughs out once he opens the door.

“fuck off, fred.” i grumble, the alcohol still in my system a bit.

“woah, it’s hot as fuck in here!” sam shouts out.

“i’ve been looking all over for you! where’d you go?!” fred climbs into the backseat.

“she was talking with some girls in the club. i found her outside throwing up so i brought her here.” wes spoke out, returning from the garbage.

“wes, my man! how was that chick, was she good?”

“i’d rather not say.” wes says uncomfortably, not wanting to explain how i was to fred.

“whatever man.” he thankfully let the topic go.

john gets in the front seat to drive us home, the least drunk out of the whole group.

“why the fuck are the seats all the way up?” he complains.

“wes definitely got some!” lethal laughs out, picking up the opened condom box.

“hey! those were new!” sam cries out.

wes gets inside the car, making me stuck between him and fred until sam then shoved himself in the back causing me to sit on top wes’ lap. he held onto my hips as john drove back to fred’s apartment. as he hit potholes i bounced up and down accidentally, making wes get hard again. i giggle to myself as i felt him against my ass.

“again?” i whisper to him.

“i can’t help it.” he whispers back.

“y/n are those hickies?” sam points out.

i furrow my eyebrows and check the mirror again, seeing my neck slightly littered in hickies. i swore i checked and saw absolutely none.

“hey! i hope no guy messed with you! anyone who messes with my sister will die. especially one of you guys.” fred slurs, pointing to all the guys.

“i’m a deadman.” wes whispers.

“yes you are.”

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Recording Booth- Wes Borland

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summary: you bring food to wes while he’s at the studio. you two end up doing the deed in the booth and wes find out at the end it was all recorded.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: another request by @mizfitneeds !! a bit crappy so apologies 🤒

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“are you sure?” i ask wes, already putting on my shoes.

“yes i’m sure, babe. i’ll see you when i get home.”

“okay, love you.”

“love you too.”

i hung up the phone and finished putting on my other shoe. wes called me from the studio to tell me how stressed he was and even though he decline, i offered to bring him food. i stood up and grabbed my keys, heading out to my car. i decided on stopping by this soup place we absolutely love, ordering his favorite soup. i remembered him telling me the address to the studio so it was an easy find. i walk into the studio, the emptiness creeping me out. it was late in the morning so everyone was gone, only wes stayed behind to figure out some guitar stuff. i bear said guitar stuff when walking further down the hallway, eventually peeking into a window on a door. wes sat in the booth with his guitar in his lap, headphones on (with only one headphone actually on his ear). i smile softly as i see him bite gently on the tip of a pencil, scribbling down shit as he played. i knocked softly, causing his head to quickly perk up. he soon enough smiles once he saw me, eyebrows furrowing at my presence. he gets up and lets me in.

“hey, what’s are you doing here?”

“seemed like you need a pick me up.” i show him the bag of soup.

his eyes lit up and the food, his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips.

“god, i love you.” he brings me inside.

i sit on the couch and pull out the soup. wes eagerly takes his bowl and opens it up. he sniffed the delicious food, moaning in the process.

“so fucking good.” he grabs a spoon and digs in.

“so, how’s the album coming along?”

“stressful but it’s going somewhere. we found a name for it.”

“ooo really? what’s it gonna be called?”

“chocolate starfish and the hot dog flavored water.”

i kinda just stared at him with a confused look on my face but shrugged it off. i knew how weird the guys were, this wasn’t the weirdest thing that came out of wes’ mouth.

“what’s the song you’re working on?” i ask, taking a sip of my soup.

“it’s called boiler. we actually have this cool idea for a video but it’s still in the works.”

“can’t wait to hear it.” i smile, sipping my soup.

“how about i show you right now?” he began to get up before i could protest.

he goes inside the booth and grab his guitar, setting himself up before beginning to play. he was going smooth until he messed up one note, causing him to curse under his breath. i get up from my seat and walk into the booth and over to him sitting in the chair, straddling him. he smiled at me as his hands ran up and down my sides.

“hey..” he smirked at me.

“hi.” i giggle.

i run my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. he hums as he squeezes my hips.

“you need to relax, baby..”

“i know..i know..” he sighs.

“i’ll help..” my voice low.

his pupils dilate as he realizes my intentions. he smirks as a way to say yes, making me instantly press our lips together. wes’ big hands held my hips, fingertips massaging into the skin. a low moan left my mouth, vibrating into his. he moved my hips to grind against him, his erection growing bigger at the contact.

“fuck wes..” i breathlessly moan.

he chuckled at my words, lifting me off of him. i watch as he takes off his pants, dick springing free. he was leaking precum, oozing down his dick. i stumbled to take my pants off, wes laughing at my eagerness. i went back to straddling him, his dick resting perfectly at where i need him. we continued to make out, our kiss sloppy and erotic.

“fuck..we don’t have much time..” he moaned out.

“why?”

“the guys are coming late tonight to do some shit.”

“how late?”

“30 minutes.”

my eyes widen at the news, giving me more energy to kiss him harder. he lifts me up, aligning himself with me. he slowly pulls me down onto him, teasing me. i moan out at the feeling of him filling me up, stretching me out like always. i moan out his name as he did so, grabbing his shoulders tightly. he suddenly shoved me down fully, wasting no time to fuck me. i bounced up with every thrust, throwing my head back as i moan. thankfully the building was empty or else everyone would hear me. wes’ tip hit my g-spot perfectly, emitting more moans from me.

“so good for me.” he groans out.

i smile to myself, my stomach doing flips at his words. wes’ lips moved to my neck, biting and sucking at my skin. i moved a hand to move through his hair, tugging at the strands.

“so fucking tight.” he groans out.

the sound of our skin slapping together echoed inside the room. i look at the mic and wonder if it was recording, probably not. i let out a high pitched moan, which always tells wes that i’m close to cumming. he smirks against my neck and goes faster.

“faster…wes! fuck!” i cry out, arching my back.

wes moved his mouth to my ear and whispered words. those words caused me to suddenly cum, moaning loudly as i came. wes groaned out at the feeling, cumming shortly after me. i felt him full me up, a sigh left my lips.

“i love you.” he lazily kissed my ear.

“love you too, baby.”

i shakily get off his lap, pulling up my underwear and pants, wes doing the same. i walk out the booth, cleaning up our food containers. wes comes up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“what are you doing?” i laugh.

“can i not hug my girl.” he kissed my neck.

“maybe you can kiss her instead.”

i turn around and gave him a long kiss.

“woah, are we interrupting?” a voice booms out.

we pull away to see fred in the doorway.

“n-no, i was just about to leave actually!” i embarrassingly stuttered, taking the garbage and start to walk out.

“i’ll see you when i get home.” i tell wes, giving him one last kiss before leaving.

“you two fucked didn’t you.” sam said.

“what? no no, she just brought me food.”

“okay okay, enough about that. wes, show us what you did.” fred said, shooing him into the booth.

as wes was setting up, fred pressed stop on the recording button. he furrowed his eyebrows and rewinded, pressing play. suddenly the entire room was filled with wes and i’s moans. the guys immediately started to laugh at the fact wes accidentally caught us having sex.

“what? what’s so funny?” wes asked, stepping out the booth to hear.

his face turned white, stomach dropping.

“such a liar! ‘she just brought me food’, my ass!!” john laughed.

“yo dude, can we use this for the album?” lethal asked, dead serious.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Tour- Wes Borland/ Limp Bizkit

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summary: y/n and her band is invited to tour with limp bizkit and korn on their 1998 family values tour. but a certain someone is clashing teeth with the all girl metal band.

lowercase intended & not proof read

warnings: none (i think)

a/n: this was request by @mizfitneeds sorry for taking so long to get this request out but i loved writing it! i also don’t know why i wrote fred to be such a huge misogynistic guy 😭 also y/b/n means your band name :)

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“great going, y/n, being late to meet the bands we’re opening for is a great first impression!” my drummer, lara, says to me as we all pile out the van.

“it’s not my fault i couldn’t find my shoes! i had them next to my door before i slept!” i argue back.

“maybe you should wake up earlier than 30 minutes before leaving, just a suggestion.” my lead guitarist, veronica, spits back.

“we’re only 5 minutes late, get off my dick.” i mumble.

“yeah, tell that to them.” my bassist, chloe, laughs at my words.

we sped walk inside the recording label building, running to catch the elevator. we stood inside in silence, the angry tension thick. we reach our floor and my eyes immediately land on jonathan davis, the lead vocalist of korn.

“look at them, just waiting there for our asses.” veronica complains.

i notice munky look our way, alerting everyone about our presence. we open the glass door, an eruption of ‘hey’s filling up the room.

“hey so sorry we’re late, y/n couldn’t find her stupid shoes.” lara laughs.

“classic y/n.” head’s laugh fills my eardrums.

“head! come here man!” i open my arms for a hug.

i’ve known brian, or head as he goes by, since we were in elementary. unfortunately i had to move states so i lost contact with him until 1995 (last year) when he found my number and reached out to me. i gave him a tight bear hug which he returned as well.

“it’s so good to see you guys again. you all packed and ready for tour?” fieldy asks.

“oh yeah, i’ve been packed for days.” lara says proudly.

“she has a checklist and everything to make sure she brings everything.” chloe says, playfully shoving lara.

“are you sure they’re good enough to tour with us?” i heard fred ask jonathan.

“yeah man, they fuckin’ rock.”

“i dunno, they’re girls, can girls really rock?”

i scoff at his words but decide to mind my business and stay out their conversation.

“hey baby.” my boyfriend, wes, says approaching me.

he leaned in for a kiss which i gladly accepted. he then brought me into a side hug and rested his hand on my hip.

“okay so, tomorrow is the official day we leave for tour. we’re meeting up at the airport and we’re taking a private jet to the first city.” jonathan explains.

“private jet courtesy of me.” fred pretends to tip the brim of his hat.

i give a fake smile and fake laugh a bit, not really caring for his humor right now.

“do we drive ourselves or is there someone picking us up.” victoria asks.

“good question. i think you guys should have someone take you. personally, i hate leaving my car at the airport.” jonathan replies.

“great! what time are we leaving again?” lara questions.

“9:30am.” fred responds.

“god damn.” i mutter.

i’m an night owl so waking up early is the worst for me.

“what you can’t handle it, princess? is the tour life not for you?” fred says as he fake pouts.

i roll my eyes and felt wes’ hand grip my hip at his words.

“okay then, i believe that’s all. unless anyone else has anything to say.” jonathan clears his throat, trying to change the tone of the room.

“i do! why not have actual musicians open for us? i mean come on, no one is gonna wanna pay to see some GIRLS play music.” he scoffs.

i stood there fuming, already planning the way i’m gonna beat his ass in my head.

“seriously fred? what’s up with you?” wes asks, shaking his head in disbelief at his best friend.

“am i the only one here who has a problem here?!”

“yes.” literally everyone says in unison.

“if you have a fucking problem that fucking do something about it.” i raise my voice, leaving wes’ side to stand in front of fred.

“i’m sorry guys i-“

“no, it’s okay. i understand some guys are too insecure about women being actually good at things.” i bit back, cutting off head.

“me? insecure? i’m fuckin fred durst man. the only thing you’re fuckin is head and the rest of korn, that’s the only reason you and your girlband is touring with us anyways.”

it was dead silent after his words. i stood there glaring at him, too mad to even come up with anything.

“what the fuck, fred?!” wes exclaims.

“y/n…” chloe softly spoke.

i turned around and immediately walked out of the room, ignoring my friends’ pleading calls for me. i mutter shit to myself as i make it back to our car.

“y/n!” i hear head call out from behind me.

i slow down my speed but i don’t stop completely.

“i’m sorry for him. i-i don’t know why he’s being a dick.”

“it’s whatever. i’ve dealt with worse guys. i-i just don’t know why he’s acting like this?” i scoff.

“i don’t know either. but just ignore him.” head pleads, trying to stop me from getting in the car.

“kinda hard to when i’m gonna be touring with him.” i open the driver’s door and stuff myself inside.

head sighs as he watches me turn on the car, the music from before blasting out loud. he knew i wouldn’t come back out so he smacks his lips and walks back inside. i angrily hum along to the music as i wait for my friends.

~head’s pov~

i think of the words i’m gonna tell fred as i walk back up to the elevator. just as i was going to press the button, the rest of the band comes out.

“where’s y/n? is she okay?” lara asks, obviously worried for her.

“yeah she’s okay. understandably pissed off.”

“can’t blame her..” veronica mumbles.

“she’s in the car waiting for you guys.”

“okay, thank you. we’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay?” chloe says.

“yeah, see you tomorrow.” i nod at them.

lara lets go of the elevator door that she was holding onto the whole time after i step in. i replay fred’s words in my mind as i start to get slightly angry. y/n has been a long time friend and her gender doesn’t mean anything. once the doors open, i see that everyone was inside the room still but i notice jonathan yelling at fred. i prepare myself for the drama i’m forcing myself into.

“i don’t understand why though?!” jonathan yelled as soon as i walked inside.

“can i not have my own opinion?! jesus man.” fred tries to play victim.

“not really dude, they’re being so nice to you and you’re acting like a dick.” munky bites back.

“y/n is one hell of a rocker, you just gotta give her a chance.” wes defends.

“you only say that because she’s your girlfriend, borland! you have to pretend she’s good!” he laughs his obnoxious laugh.

“her being my girlfriend doesn’t mean shit! either way i believe they’re great musicians no matter their genders! and you fucking take back what you said about her sleeping with korn.” he was clearly pissed.

wes walked up into fred’s face and i could sense a fight brewing.

“you know what, this meeting is over. everyone go home and we’ll see each other tomorrow.” jonathan quickly ends the conversation before anymore arguing can start.

everyone quickly stood up and left as fred mumbled to himself.

“hey head, is y/n okay? i-i’m sorry i didn’t go after her, i’m just so fucking pissed at fred.” wes sighs.

“she’s just her, you know. she went back home with the girls.”

“okay okay, that’s good. i’ll call her when i get home. thanks man, i’ll see you tomorrow.” he pats my shoulder and walks away.

“okay. great. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

~time skip & back to y/n’s pov~

my alarm clock goes off, waking me from my wonderful dream. i was dreaming of wes, dreaming of things i can’t say out loud. i groan out loud as i sit up and lazily rub my eyes. i turn off the alarm and throw my blanket off. i thank myself as i look at all my packed luggages i had prepared. i hear honking from outside which made me furrow my eyebrows. i walk to my window and open the curtains to see my friends standing out their car. i fully open the window and get that chilly september air.

“what are you guys doing here?!” i shout out from my window.

“here to pick you up! hurry up!” lara shouts back.

“i barely just woke up! i thought i said to meet me here at 7:30?”

“see! i told you she said 7:30!” chloe argues with lara.

“i’ll be down soon!” i shout at them before coming back inside and locking my window shut.

i rush to get dressed and finish packing what i need, which wasn’t much since i was smart and packed beforehand. i grabbed the last items i needed and stuffed them into my carry-on bag before shoving everything out the door. i slightly struggle to take everything down to them but i manage.

“finally.” veronica jokes.

“i would’ve been faster if i had some help.”

“ooo, snarky today aren’t we?” lara laughs.

i glance inside the car and notice lara’s boyfriend mark was driving.

“oh hey mark, how’s it going?”

“it’s going. what about you, y/n?” he pops open the trunk and gets out the car to help me.

“kinda dreading this tour.” i chuckle.

“really? i thought you’d be fucking excited.” he shoved my stuff into the back of the van.

“turns out fred durst is an asshole.”

“oh, yeah i forgot about that. lara told me what happened. if you want i’ll beat his ass.” he laughs.

i laugh too knowing he’s obviously joking around. we finish putting my luggage away and all pile into the car, ready for our trip to the airport. we all blasted music and sang along, not having a care in the world. after a while of driving, we make it to the drop off.

“do you guys got it?” mark asks.

“we got it, babe. thank you for driving us.” lara smiles, leaning in to give him a kiss.

they begin to make out for a minute and we all just chuckle to ourselves knowing how lara is gonna complain about how she misses him in like a day.

“okay lovebirds, we gotta get going.” veronica butts in.

“i’ll miss you.” lara says as she pouts.

“i’ll miss you too. call me whenever you can, okay?”

“i will. i promise.”

they share one last kiss and say bye before we start heading inside. we do all the normal airport check ins and start to our way to the meetup area. i let out a breath of relief when i see everyone there except fred.

“you guys made it!” munky said, greeting us all with a hug.

“don’t worry, fred left to go get food for a bit.” he whispered in my ear once it was my turn for a hug.

“thank you.” i say genuinely.

“hey babe, how’d you sleep?” wes asks, getting up from his seat to approach me.

we share a quick kiss and a hug.

“would’ve been great if i didn’t wake up to annoying honking.” i grumble.

“you wanna sit with me?”

“duh.” i smile.

i go over and sit next to him, his black hair wet from his morning shower. his scent infiltrated my nose and i honestly felt my heart skip a beat.

“you ready for tour?” he asks, snapping me out my thoughts.

“hell yeah, i’m just a bit nervous though.”

“don’t be. i know at first you’re a nervous wreck but after the first couple shows it’ll be so normal.”

i think of his words and i take them into account. he is right and i know it.

“hopefully..”

“hey so-“

“yo jonathan i got your burger!” i suddenly hear fred’s voice.

i whip my head around and stare at the annoying man walking across the airport.

wes notices me looking distressed and instantly puts his hand on my shoulder.

“just ignore what he says.”

“what is she doing sitting in my seat?”

“i asked her to sit with me.” wes says, his voice low as he defends me.

“just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean-“

“shut up fred! i don’t understand what’s your deal with them?!” wes is now face to face with fred.

“get away from my face dude.” he shoves wes back.

“don’t touch me.”

suddenly wes shoved him back and they started to fight. everyone started shouting for them to stop so they wouldn’t get kicked out.

“chill out you guys!” fieldy shouted, trying to pry them apart.

i looked around and started to see people stare at us. i looked back at the two guys fighting and decided to step in.

“fucking stop it fred!”

i decided to be stupid and try to grab their arms. that was a mistake cause fred completely went and elbowed me in the face. i yelp out when i feel myself bite my tongue harshly.

“y/n!” head exclaimed.

everyone rushed to my side as i hid my face into my hands.

“are you okay?” lara asked, rubbing her hand along my back.

i look up at everyone, feeling blood slightly trickle down the corner of my lips.

“i’m fine.” i say in a monotone voice before getting up and heading towards a bathroom.

i was fuming and was rethinking this whole tour.

“hey…you sure you’re okay?” chloe asks, scaring me.

“yeah. i’m fine.” i spit out the blood.

“wes is absolutely fuming. i think he’s outside waiting for you.”

“just tell him i’ll be out in a second.”

“yeah okay.” she leaves me alone.

i finish cleaning myself up and walk back out. i immediately bump into wes who was waiting outside for me.

“woah, hey, you okay? i swear i’m going to fucking kill him.” he says through his gritted teeth.

“yeah no i’m good now. i didn’t know what i was thinking honestly.” i chuckle.

“are you hungry or anything?”

“a little. i was rushed by some certain people..” i look over and glare at chloe.

“sorry. now you two go have fun on your little date.” she shrugs us off.

i flip her off and walk off with wes. after getting food with wes and chatting about random stuff, it was finally time for us to board the plane. i didn’t sit with wes this time but with my band mates. lara has a fear of heights so being in a plane scared her a lot. flying over new york was the most beautiful sight ever, the shining lights and the tall buildings. we landed easily and we stepped off the plane and into the chill new york air. the wind hit my face and i closed my eyes at the feeling.

“i knew you’d love the breeze.” head said from next to me.

“of course you would.”

the ride to the hotel was a big long, new york traffic not helping. my mates and i shared one hotel room, something he suggested. i set all my luggage down in the corner of the room and flipped onto the bed, knocking out immediately.

~time skip to the soundcheck~

i strutted into the arena with nothing but sweats and a t-shirt. i was exhausted from the flight and slept nearly the whole day, not getting a chance to explore.

“good afternoon sleepyhead, how was your long nap?”

“the best. you know i love my naps.” i groan out, wishing i was in bed right now.

“hey is..is fred here? i just need to know if i need to prepare myself.”

“no, they left after their soundcheck.”

i let out a breath of relief and let my shoulder loosen.

“well then let’s have a banger soundcheck!”

and we exactly did. usually for soundchecks i don’t go crazy but for some reason i was going all out like it was the main show. afterwards i was so sweaty and out of breath but i enjoyed it.

“that was so rockin!” fieldy said, patting my back.

“thanks man!” i wiped some sweat off my forehead.

“you guys rocking it like always!” wes comes out of nowhere, smiling brightly at me.

“why thank you kind sir.”

“here’s a cloth to clean yourself up.” he randomly pulls out a washcloth.

i chuckle to myself a bit and accept it, wiping off the sweat on my skin.

“thanks.” i shove the cloth in my pocket.

“yeah no problem.”

we stood there in silence, very awkward silence.

“hey so-“

“come on y/n!” chloe interrupts wes.

i turn my head to signal them to give me a moment. i look back to wes who’s looking towards them awkwardly.

“i’m sorry, keep going.”

“oh no it’s okay. i’ll just talk to you after the show.” he gives me a warm smile and a quick peck before walking away.

i watched as he left, wondering what he wanted to say. i shrugged it off and walked back to my mates.

~time skip to the show~

i took a fat swig of my beer, hoping it’ll call my nerves.

“you doing okay?” head asked, scaring me from his sudden appearance.

“i’m honestly nervous, brian..”

“hey, it’ll be okay.” he comes and gives me a hug.

i melt into his warmth, immediately reminiscing of our past friendship.

“i’m so glad i’m here.”

“i’m glad you’re here too. i’ve missed you.”

i would remember when we would stay out late after school, playing hide and seek or tag. my mom would always buy us popsicles and make us sandwiches. he was my best friend honestly and it makes me glad to reconnect.

“just remember what your mom would say, “thinking about it too much won’t prevent failure, just believe in yourself and you’ll do good.” okay?” he says into my ear.

“okay.” i pull away and give him a genuine thank you smile.

“hey y/n, you’re gonna kill it out there!” i hear wes scream from behind us.

i look at him and give him a thumbs ups, laughing at bit at fred’s dumbass self standing there with arms crossed.

“y/b/n you guys are on!” we hear someone yell.

the girls and i huddle up and do our pre-show banter before running onto stage. a large crowd cheered for us as we set up. i fixed my guitar strap and took a deep breath in.

“we got this.” i say quietly before our drummer started our first song.

everything went by so quick that it felt like it was over by the blink of an eye. i stepped away from the mic and caught my breath, listening to the crowd holler at us.

“thank you all so much! stay cool and rock on with limp bizkit and korn!” i say into the mic.

the crowd gets louder at my words. i smile brightly and walk off stage, handing my guitar to my guitar tech.

“you absolutely fucking killed it!” head charged at me and brought me into a tight hug.

i hugged him tightly, getting my sweat all over him.

“i have to call mark!” lara exclaimed before running off to find a phone.

“holy shit.” i suddenly hear fred shout.

head lets me down and i turn to look at him, ready to fight him.

“what now fred? i don’t want to hear what you have to say because i swear i will beat your ass with the adrenaline i still have.” i say sternly.

“i’m sorry. i-i don’t know why i was being such a misogynistic asshole, you guys seem cool. and you guys actually killed it out there. i’ve never seen anything like it before, and i dig it.” he puts out his hand for me to shake it.

i eye it before hesitantly shaking it.

“this is exactly what we need. you two the get along.” jonathan says, patting fred on the back.

“here’s a beer, you deserve it.” fieldy says, giving me a cold bottle.

“thanks man.” i crack it open and sip it.

“i see your boy toy coming for you.” head laughs, elbowing me.

i see wes coming towards me and i instantly get excited.

“you did amazing out there! seriously.” he brings me into a tight hug.

“thanks baby.” i pull away to press a long kiss to his lips.

“so..what i was going to ask you…w-would you like to hang out tomorrow? you know explore the place?”

“are you asking me on a date, borland?”

“basically yeah.”

“i’d love to go on a date with you.”

“ooo the two lovebirds are going out!” chloe teases.

i roll my eyes at her playful banter and laugh when i see wes’ cheeks burn light pink. little did i know wes had a ring tucked away in his luggage, ready to give to me tomorrow.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Shower- Wes Borland

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summary: you and wes haven’t been intimate in a while. what happens when you invite him to shower with you?

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: feels a bit short but it’s okay! also i’m writing sm wes stuff, i promise i’ll write a damon fic next 🙏

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i groan out as i plop myself onto my bed, sleepiness already taking over my body. i just got off a busy shift from work and i desperately need to sleep.

“hey baby, thought i heard you.” i hear my boyfriend say.

i move from the bed to sit up and look at him, sweats being the only thing he was wearing.

“working on some music?” i ask.

“yeah, just some melodies i thought of. how was work? tiring as usual?” he asks, moving to sit next to me.

“yup. thankfully i’m off the next couple days, i wouldn’t be able to stand another shift.”

“can i draw you a bath? something to help you relax?” his hands move to my shoulders to massage them.

i hum out at the feeling and throw my head to the side. i felt soft kisses on my neck, my arm hairs standing up.

“no bath, but a shower would be nice.”

“great, i’ll be back.” he gets up and makes his way into our bathroom.

i hear the metal of the shower curtain make noise before i heard the water turn on. i start to take off my clothes, stripping down to my undergarments. wes enters our room again and goes to my dresser to pick out some pajamas.

“thank you, baby.”

“anything for my babe.” he winks at me.

i slowly get up from the bed, groaning at the soreness. i walk into the bathroom to see wes neatly placing the clothes on top the counter.

“do you want me to make anything for dinner while you’re in the shower?”

“no thanks, hon.” i smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“alrighty, let me put everything away downstairs and i’ll be back in bed.” he nods to me and started to make his way out the door but i grabbed his wrist.

he turns around with a confused look on his face.

“shower with me?”

his eyes slightly widened and i swear i saw his breath hitch.

“y-yeah..” he gulps.

he steps back inside and slowly closed the door. i smile at him and went to pull off the rest of my clothes. i discarded the items in a pile on the floor. wes stared at my naked body like he was hypnotized.

“you gonna shower with those sweats on?” i joke.

he snaps out of his trance and quickly shoves them down his legs. he stumbles out of them and kicked them to the side. i slowly step in the tub, cautiously touching the warm water to let my body get used to it. wes was quick to get in behind me, his hands already finding home on my hips. i stand under the water, letting it soak my entire body. i sigh out at the relaxation i was feeling, wes intently watching me. he was trying so hard to not get hard but he couldn’t help it.

i’ve been busy with work so we haven’t had time to have sex, and so now is the time. he gripped my hips and started to massage his fingers into my skin. i smirk to myself as i knew he was staring to act up.

“wash my hair for me? please?” i beg, adding fire to the fire he’s trying to fight.

he quickly nodded and grabbed my shampoo. he squirted some onto his palm and shoved his hands in my hair. he massaged my scalp and spread the soap all over. the warm water hitting my face made it feel so euphoric, a much needed after work relaxation. suddenly i felt something poking my ass. i immediately knew what it was, biting my bottom lip at the thought of him hard. he was hesitantly washing out the shampoo, not sure on whether to focus on my hair or his hard dick. he cleared all the soap out of my hair, one last rinse through to make sure.

“do you want me to do the conditioner too?”

“no, honey. but i do want you to tell me why you’re hard.” i turn to finally face him.

his hair was all wet and looked like he kept running his hand through it.

“isn’t it obvious.” he awkwardly chuckles.

“but i wanna hear you say it.”

he softly moaned out, all dominance he had in his body gone.

“you. fuck-you got me so hard. i miss you, baby. i need you badly. i wanna feel you..” he placed his hands back on my hips and guided me to him.

“you gotta earn it, baby. turn around.”

he immediately obeyed and turned around. i moved him to where his back rested against me. i positioned us against the wall so i had stable support. i reached over to grab his dick, slowly pumping it. he stifled his moan, muscles immediately tensing up. i decided to be nice and not tease him since he needed this badly.

he held back his moans as i quickened my pace. my free arm held his waist, hand resting on his thigh.

“be a good boy for me wes and let out those moans.”

he immediately let them out, they echoed all around the bathroom. his moans were mixed with low ones and a few high ones. he threw his head back, his beautiful neck exposed to me. my lips found their way to his skin, harsh kisses littering it. my teeth lightly nipped his skin, leaving small marks. my pace sped up, the sound emitted from the action was filthy.

“fuck y/n…fuck-“ he cut himself off with a moan.

i sucked on his neck, marking his beautiful skin. i knew he was meeting up with his band mates tomorrow but i didn’t care, he’s mine and only mine. my free hand danced its way towards his balls, taking them into my hand to start squeezing them.

he slightly fell, his knees buckling at the added pleasure. his hand found my thigh, gripping it hard as i jerked him off. there we stood in the shower, warm water covering us as wes is getting a handjob.

“so good. are you close yet, baby?” i say against his skin.

“y-yes..fuck yes..” he groaned out.

his hips stuttered as he started to fuck himself into my hand. his pace went faster as his breathing became heavier.

“come for me, baby.” i whisper into his ear, softly biting his lobe.

and with that, he came all over my hand and onto the floor of the tub, a few drops landing on his thighs. he groaned out as white spurts left his red tip, his body relaxing. he stopped thrusting and stood there against me to catch his breath.

“you did so good. i love you, wes.” i kiss behind his ear.

“love you too, y/n.” he lazily mumbled.

i reach down to grab a washcloth to clean us us.

“go lay in bed, baby. i got the rest of my shower.” i rub his shoulders.

he nods and slowly gets up from my embrace. he opens the curtain and carefully stepped out. he reached to grab his discarded sweats but i stopped him.

“stay naked, we’re not done.”

“the things you do to me woman.” he groans out.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Body Paint- Wes Borland

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summary: you get all hot and bothered seeing your boyfriend (aka guitarist of one of the bands you’re touring with) dressed up in his show attire

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: this was requested by @mizfitneeds so thank u sm for the idea and i hope u like it 😭🙏 also i did not re read it so pls excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes

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it’s 1998 and my band, b/n, is on the family values tour with korn, limp bizkit, and a few other great musicians. this was a huge step for my band since we’re an all girl metal band, so touring with big bands will definitely get us seen. i’m not new to limp bizkit nor korn since i’m dating limp’s guitarist, wes borland. wes and i have been together for about a year, our 1 year anniversary coming up. he was actually the one who pitched the idea of my band to tour with them, head and jonathan actually liking the idea. today we were in west valley city, utah for a show and i was in wes’ dressing room helping him with his outfit for the concert. he decided with black body paint and his long black skirt.

“hey baby, can you help me with my back?” he asks, looking at me through the mirror.

“yeah of course.” i look up from my magazine.

i place it down next to me and get up, rolling up my sleeves. he hands me the body paint and i happily grab it. i wasn’t new to this process, having been with him on tour before. i scoop out some paint with my fingers and start to smear it on his back. i take the time to examine his toned back and the rest of his muscles. i’ve always known how strong wes is but i’ve never fully paid attention. my fingers danced along his porcelain skin, painting it. i bit my lip and try to ignore the feelings that are starting to creep up in my mind. wes is watching me through the mirror, an evil smirk on his lips.

“you okay there, baby?” he chuckles.

“huh? yeah, i’m fine. you ready to go out there?” i say excitedly, also trying to change the subject.

“yeah just-just got those nervous jitters, you know?”

“well like you always tell me before i go on, “you’re gonna kill it out there, baby” and you know it.” i wink at him and began to rub his shoulders, also getting paint on them.

“you know you massage me really well, i should ask for this more often.” he throws his head to the side.

“hmm, maybe you should. i also enjoy this.” i kiss behind his ear.

“you feelin’ alright, baby? you’re acting…not yourself.” his voice goes low.

i subconsciously began closing my legs, trying to stop that feeling in between them.

“yeah i’m doing fine! just that post performance adrenaline, you know.” i awkwardly chuckle.

i continue to cover his body with paint, ignoring his suggestive looks.

“alrighty, i think i got you all covered. you can do the rest, yeah?” i hand the paint back.

“maybe you can help with something else?”

i can tell there’s an suggestive tone in his voice and a certain gleam in his eye.

“i-uh…like what?” i nervously gulp.

“getting my stomach?” he grins innocently, handing me back the paint.

i sigh in frustration at his psychological teasing and take back the paint. i turn his chair around and motion for him to stand up. he listens and towers over me, looking down at me with his huge black lenses in his eyes. i begin to smear the paint all over his toned abs, hesitation in my touch as the dirty thoughts enter my brain again. i can feel his piercing gaze on the top of my head, following every stroke my fingers do.

“so, what do you wanna do tomorrow for our day off?”

“maybe sleep in? i know i wanna have my girl in my arms.” i feel him start to move his arms to hug me but i was quick to stop him.

“you’re covered in paint, wes. i don’t want it on me.”

“ugh, you’re no fun.” he huffs.

i chuckle and go back to his body. i’ve always loved how soft his skin is, how gentle it feels against my fingertips. i take in a shaky breath as i get closer to the waistline of his skirt. his strong prominent v-line was the only thing my eyes could focus on. i heard him lightly laugh, knowing instantly that he was watching me eye fuck him. i quickly finished up the rest of his body, giving him the paint back for good before excusing myself to the bathroom to wash the paint off. i take the time to splash cold water onto my face to calm myself down. i couldn’t get myself so worked up right now over wes. he’s already in his outfit, absolutely covered in black body paint so if we had a quickie it would be very obvious. i go back to wes’ dressing room, 15 minutes left before they go on stage. i walk in on him spiking up his hair with gel, achieving that classic wes borland hairstyle. i take a minute again to check him out one last time before taking a seat and resume reading the magazine i had.

the 13 minutes passed and now i was standing near the rest of limp bizkit who were at the side of the stage, getting ready to go out.

“you guys are gonna do great!” i tell them.

“thanks y/n/n!” lethal says with a smile.

“you gonna stay and watch?” wes asks me.

“of course.” i smile.

“good cause you’re the first person i wanna see when i get off stage.” he smirks.

he then leans down and presses a slow, long and seductive kiss onto my lips. my breathing stops and i swear so did my heart. i slowly start to kiss back but he pulls away, an evil smirk on his lips.

“see you after the show, baby.” he winks at me before they all rush on stage.

i mentally curse the tall sexy man i call mine.

“hey, y/n!” i hear my band mates call out.

i turn to look at them, all fresh and clean from their showers.

“you wanna go and hit some clubs? we’re feeling pumped after that show!” my guitarist exclaimed out.

“yeah! i’m ready to dance with somebody.” my guitarist winks then laughs.

“oh i would guys but i told wes i’d watch him play. maybe after the next show, for sure.” they all groaned at my response.

“pinky promise?” my bassist raised an eyebrow, sticking out her pinky.

“pinky promise.” i repeat back, hooking my pinky with hers.

“great! we’ll see you when we get back then!” my bassist says.

“that’s if she isn’t in wes’ bunk again!” my drummer jokes, elbowing them.

they all laugh and so do i because it’s honestly true, i basically sleep in wes’ bunk more than mine.

“yeah yeah, go on. be careful though, i need you guys for the rest of this tour!” i say jokingly but obviously being serious.

“yes mom!” my guitarist playfully rolls her eyes and they all make their way to whatever bar.

i turn back to the stage and watch as limp bizkit performs counterfeit. my eyes are dead set on wes the whole time, watching him make faces as he plays. i can already see sweat coating his paint covered body, a much needed shower is what he’ll need after. wes turns around to grab his water bottle once the song was over, eyes catching mine. he smiles at me before taking a quick swig of the liquid and placing it down. he sends a quick air kiss over to me before heading back to his spot. i blush at his actions and shuffle in my spot. time flies by and before i know it i see a sweaty wes approaching me.

“how’d you like it?!” he screams out, stretching his arms out for a hug.

i go to dodge it, not wanting to be covered in paint.

“it was fucking fantastic! you guys killed it!” i exclaim.

“i’m so glad you liked it, baby.“ he presses a kiss to my cheek.

“y/n! how’s my favorite girl doing?” i hear fred call out.

he’s approaching wes and i with jonathan right by his side. they both have beer in the hands, possibly a bit drunk.

“buzzed! you guys killed it! and i already know korn will too.” i smile at jonathan.

“you gonna stay and watch?” he asks.

“maybe? i dunno, i’m feeling a bit tired.”

wes suddenly pulls me in close before i could complain about his paint. i then feel his hand travel to the small of my back, distracting me from the conversation. i have no clue if he’s doing it on purpose or not but my mind was focused on him. i stare at fred with a blank face who was ranting on about whatever. wes’ hands start to dance along my back and travel high. my skin gets goosebumps and i slightly shiver at his touch. i turn to look at him, his eyes on the duo like nothings happening. i eye the sweat dripping down his paint covered chest and down his abs. i bite my lip and imagine the things i’d do to him.

“y/n? earth to y/n?!” fred shouts out, waving his hand in my face.

“hm? i’m sorry, i uh- i blanked out.” i awkwardly chuckle.

i see wes smirk out the corner of my eye and i knew i was done for.

“hey guys, i’m a bit tired and to be honest i wanna get out this paint. y/n and i will talk to you guys later, okay?”

“oh yeah, see you two tomorrow.” jonathan nods, suspiciously eyeing us.

wes began leading us to our room and i hear jonathan say something to fred.

“i bet you 2 bucks that she’s gonna end up pregnant by the end of this tour with the way they’re always fucking.”

“make it $20.”

i laugh in my head as wes leads us back to his room, my eyes focused on his strong back. those thoughts and that feeling between my legs came back and i was starting to become restless. we finally make it back into the dressing room and i was quick to lock the door. wes doesn’t notice my fidgety behavior and goes to sit in front of his mirror. i see him start to clean up his hands to take out this contact lenses.

“stop!” i blurt out.

he slowly turns around with a confused look on his face.

“k-keep them in.” i stutter.

i see his eyes scan my figure, pretending to try and figure out the reason for my behavior. his face goes soft once he seems how my thighs are squeezed together.

“tell me why.” he smirks, knowing exactly why.

“because you look hot in them.” i quickly admitted.

he motions me to sit down on his lap. i immediately don’t care about his body paint, i just want to be close to him.

“i’ve seen those looks you gave me earlier, baby. is something on your mind?” he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“nothing in particular, no.” i lie.

he can tell i’m lying, he always can.

“tsk, tsk, tsk. you gotta be honest with me if you want me to solve your problem. tell me exactly what you were thinking of.”

“your body. how strong your body is, how it’d feel to be against you.” i sheepishly admit.

my legs were on either side of his leg, my crotch placed perfectly on the top of his thigh.

i feel his hands grab my waist and start to slowly guide me. i follow his directions and start to slowly dry hump myself against him.

“fuck..i want you, wes.”

“thought you didn’t want this body paint on you?” he teases.

“oh fuck you. just kiss me, borland.”

he obeyed and strongly pressed his lips against mine. the feeling of his lip ring on my lips was something i’d never get used to. my hand goes to press on the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. i feel the paint smearing all over my hands and onto my arms. my other hand goes to run through his gel slicked hair, breaking it apart. i moan into the kiss which causes his grip on my waist to tighten. he speeds up the pace my hips are going, some slight pleasure erupting from down there. the texture of my jeans are too thick for me to really feel anything, so i abruptly get up from his lap and take them off. i shimmy them down my legs and kick them off as well as my shoes. i go back to his lap, only in my underwear that already had a wet spot. wes brought his band to them, feeling how wet i am through the underwear.

“does my body paint really do this to you?” he groans out.

i only moan back, my brain being shut off from the feeling of him close to me. he brings me back into another sloppy kiss and continues my thigh riding. this time the pleasure was 10 times more intense, the adrenaline in my veins pumping. i had a good grip on his shoulder, occasionally squeezing them when the pleasure gets a little too much. he keeps a good grip on my hips as he guides me even faster, a wet spot now on his thigh. i open my eyes and look into the mirror behind wes. the image of me riding his skirt covered thigh made me moan loudly into his mouth, the feeling of an orgasm approaching. i wish i could take a picture of what i was seeing because holy shit. i was riding my boyfriend’s thigh as he was wearing black body paint, black long skirt, and spiked up hair. as i watched me ride his thigh, my orgasm approached me faster. next thing i know i’m cumming all over his thigh, body coming to a halt.

i pull away from the kiss and press out foreheads together. we sat there catching our breaths as i calm down from the orgasm.

“so fucking wet for me.” he mumbles, looking down at the wetness on his skirt.

“take it off.”

“what?”

“take the skirt off.” i say breathlessly.

i shakily stand up to give him a chance to do so. he didn’t hesitate to quickly shove his skirt and boxers down his legs, letting his hard erection spring out. his tip was red and leaking with precum.

“already so hard? i barely did anything.” i tease.

he mocks me before roughly grabbing my hips and sitting me back down onto his lap. i run my hands all over his body, still not caring about the smudging paint. i then go to take off my shirt, exposing my braless torso.

“i fucking knew it.”

his hands go to grope my boobs, massaging them. i didn’t wanna waste any more time so i push my underwear aside and grab his dick. i run his tip through my wet folds. he moans out at the feeling and i shiver at the contact. wes’ hips suddenly buckle up which caused him to slide into me. we both moan out at the suddenness but continue with it. he starts to thrust his hips up, the sound of skin slapping echoed the room. his body paint began smearing all over me, getting all over the places our bodies connected. his hands roamed my body, gripping and squeezing any part he could. i ran my hands along his abs, getting his paint under my nails and clenching around him at the touch. the air in the room became hot in an instant, my skin starting to becoming sticky and sweaty. my boobs bounced up with every thrust, wes’ black eyes hypnotized by them. he leans down to press harsh kisses along my neck, sucking and biting them as well. he created dark purple hickies all over, not caring about the public eye. around the hickies he left black circles due to paint on his lips, marking me in many ways. he sucked at my sweet spot, my stomach doing flips at the feeling. wes had a hold on my ass, lifting me up to get a better angle for thrusting. he went harder and faster, a moan escaping my swollen lips.

my eyes were closed shut as i focus on the immense pleasure i was receiving. wes pulled away from my neck to watch my face, pure bliss covering it. he smirked at my reaction his to actions. he kissed me once again, this time sneaking his tongue into my mouth. our tongues danced and fought for dominance. dominance of what? i don’t know but we fought. that familiar feeling came back and was rising quickly. my knees start to feel weak and my body slowly starts to go limp. he noticed my sudden change in body language and realized i was close. he brought a hand to my clit and began rubbing. i always say it but i’m still damn surprised at how fast his fingers are. i was moaning all about into his mouth, pulling away eventually to moan out loud.

“come on, baby. i know you’re close.” he breaths out.

he goes faster with his motions, tipping me over. i cry out as i cum all over his dick, walls stuttering as i do so. the feeling of me clenching against him caused him to cum as well. i felt his spurts of cum inside of me, my cheeks instantly heating up. i wind down from my orgasm and collapse against his chest.

“maybe i should wear this more often.” he jokes.

“yeah, good luck finding someone to get your back.”

“we need to get you cleaned up.” he laughs at my appearance.

i sit up and look into the mirror, gasping out at the sight of me. i don’t know what i was expecting but i was covered in black paint. his handprints were shown on my boobs and splotches of paint littered my neck. my waist has also fallen victim. the area around my mouth was also covered in paint causing me to laugh. random spots on my body also got covered with paint.

“i look so silly!”

wes’ eyes brighten up at my laughter, a bright smile on his face.

“you wanna shower together? you know it saves water.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“hmm, okay. but there’s no way we’re having a round 3.” i scold him.

he chuckles at my words and helps me off of him. he kicks off his shoes and clothing as he guides us to the bathroom. we in fact did have a round 3.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Stress Reliever- Wes Borland

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summary: wes comes home from the studio and you’ve been craving him all day.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & a little of choking (?)

a/n: just a little something i had sitting in my notes. i also rlly didn’t fully proof read it so sorry if there’s spelling mistakes

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i’m sitting on the couch, comfortably watching whatever i could find on the tv. i hear the keys jingle, indicating that wes is home from the studio. the door opens and then slams shut. i turn my head to see wes angrily talking off his coat and shoes.

“rough day?” i ask.

he walks over to the living room, plopping down onto the spot next to me.

“yeah. fred is so hard to work with sometimes.” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

i cuddle up against him, pressing light kisses on his shoulder.

“how was your day?” he asks me, looking into my eyes.

“boring. you weren’t here to keep me entertained.” i groaned.

“i’m sorry, baby. i promise i’ll take a day off, just for you.” he kisses me.

i kiss back, wanting this to turn into a make out, but he pulls away with a smile.

“whatcha watching?” he looks at the tv.

“oh uh, the simpsons.” i say.

“can i join?”

“you don’t even have to ask.” i laugh.

~time skip~

it’s been at least half an hour since he came home. i’ve been craving him ever since this morning. craving his mouth, fingers, thighs, and dick. i shift in my seat, now all hot and bothered from my thoughts.

“you cold?” he asks.

“yeah, kinda.” i nod.

“alright. scoot closer, i’ll warm you up.” he opens up his arm so i can scoot close.

i cuddle up against his side, breathing in his scent. i stare at his hand resting on his thigh, wondering how it’ll feel gripping my own thighs.

“you okay?” he questions me.

“huh?” i snap out of my trance.

“you’re not watching the show.” he points towards the tv.

“yeah. i’m fine.” i give him a fake smile.

“okay.” he scoots farther from me.

my heart sunk at the action, did i do something wrong? i look at the tv again, now paying attention. i slightly jumped at the sudden feeling of something on my neck.

“you think i wouldn’t notice if my girl was craving me?” he mumbled against my neck.

he softly sucked on the skin, giving it dark purple marks.

“w-wes.” i gasp out.

“use your words, baby.”

“please.”

“please, what?”

“please fuck me.” i begged.

“you don’t need to tell me twice.” he smirks against my skin, pulling away to harshly kiss me.

he lays me down on the couch, propping himself up with his elbows. our lips danced together, like they were made exactly for each other. our tongues felt like they were battling to see who will win, wes currently in the lead. his hands traveled down to my thighs, squeezing them. i bit onto his lip, pulling it out then letting go and watching it snap back in place.

“do you need me as much as i need you?” he whispers in my ear.

“yes.”

he didn’t hesitate to take off my clothes, then soon after took his off. they scattered all over the floor, hanging off the coffee table or in small piles. he left a trail of wet kisses down my chest, occasionally stopping to suck on the skin.

he finally reached my area, blowing on it. i shivered at the coldness, gripping onto his hair. we made eye contact before he dove right in, making me feel like i’m in heaven. i threw my head back, loudly moaning at the feeling of his tongue. i grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging at it, making him moan onto me. another loud moan left my lips from the vibrations of his moans. the feeling of millions of butterflies in my stomach tingled all over my body, coursing throughout my veins. i feel the familiar knot in my stomach rise up. i slightly furrow my eyebrows, not expecting to come already but wes’ mouth does wonders.

“w-wes. i’m close.” i moan out, gripping on his hair.

“cum all over my mouth.” he spoke onto me, once again making vibrations go through my body.

i clenched my thighs shut, making wes use his strong hands to pry them open with a tough grip. the feeling of numbness overtook my body as i released all over his mouth. curse words and his name left my mouth in loud moans. the numb feeling soon faded and was replaced with soreness. i look down at wes to see him smirking, my juices covering his mouth.

“you taste good.” he winked, making me turn red.

he didn’t give me enough time to recover before slamming into me. a moan mixed with a gasp escaped my mouth. the feeling of overstimulation took over my body. my knees felt cold and weak, soon giving out. wes’ right hand went down to my neck, lightly squeezing. i whined at the feeling, happy that he decided to do that.

“i had a feeling that you’d be into this.” he smirks.

his left hand rested above my head, holding himself up as he thrusted into me. his warmth radiated off of him and onto me. his body became all sweaty, glistening in the light of the tv. his head hung low, making his hair hang down instead of sticking to his sweaty forehead. his hand tightened on my neck when i clenched around him.

“fuck. do that again.” he moaned.

i obeyed and clenched around him again, causing a series of loud, pornographic moans to leave his soft lips.

“you feel so good around me.” he moaned.

he leaned down to me, hungrily kissing me. our tongues fought once again, exploring one another’s mouth. he started to pound into me faster, making me feel a, once again, familiar knot form in my lower stomach.

“c-close.” i stutter out.

“hold it. i’m almost there.” he panted against my lips.

he went to my jawline and started to suck, leaving even more hickies for me to try and hide from people. i turned my head to the side, giving him more access. the feeling of my high came quickly. i focused on trying to hold it, clenching onto wes as it depended on my life. he let out a high pitched moan, his hips stuttering. i felt him twitch inside of me, telling me that he’s close.

“cum with me, baby.” he spoke.

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

we both came together, coming, once again, against his cock. his warm cum filling me up, making me bite my bottom lip. he bit down on my collarbone, while i gripped onto his shoulders. his hips stuttered big time, as he rode out his high. he collapsed onto me, still in me. he rested his head on my boobs, like they were a soft pillow. i slowly stroked his hair, giving him kisses on the top of his head.

“you did so good, baby.” i whispered to him.

“thank you. thank you for relieving my stress. i needed it.” he looked up at me.

“no problem, wes. i love you.”

“i love you too.” he scoots up to kiss me.

“now, let’s go clean up and go to bed.” i tell him, tapping his shoulder.

“but i’m so comfortable.” he whined against my chest.

“we can cuddle like this in bed, now get up.” i chuckle.

“even without clothes?” he questioned.

“yes, without clothes.” i chuckle.

he quickly, yet carefully, pulled out of me and ran to clean us up. we may or may not had a round three later that night.