Summary: This doesn’t have much of an argument, so there’s no better summary than “smut”.

Wordcount: 3.4k.

Warnings: Filthy, filthy sex. But also beautiful. But also really filthy.

A/N: I already posted this, but I peferred to repost it as a belated birthday story for the Sixxter. Enjoy :)

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Masterlist: https://twitter.com/ReadehFreddeh/status/1185626889144147969?s=20

The light filtered through the half-open door and projected itself on the ceiling in straight rays, extended, static. Like when the sun breaks through a tiny hole in the gray sky and throws thin streams of itself over what’s below. Or like when two massive floodlights from a movie premiere make their light dance under the night of Los Angeles. The blinds were closed shut, but for the amount of light that came from the door crack you guessed it was already morning, maybe even noon.

You were lying in your back, looking at the ceiling, and you had been for awhile now. You couldn’t move. Well, you could, but you didn’t want to. The weight of Nikki’s arm in your stomach and his thigh in your hips kept you pressed against the mattress, and his slow but steady breath blowing in your right cheek was too nice to go without. He was sound asleep, no fluttering, no shifting, no involuntary soft cries in the middle of the night, nothing. Just peace. If anyone knew how rare that was, how much it costed, that was you, and God knows you would never be the one to break the spell. So, in a way, you had come to enjoy the tingle in your foot, the one that comes when you hold a certain position for too long.

The quiet environment inside the room gathered perfect conditions for you to start thinking, just the same way as you had  been doing during your time away from him, working at a job that didn’t quite meet the standards you had before applying, while he was touring all Europe, living his dream. Those months had been a damn lot of lonely nights, of calls cut short because of a schedule too tight, of tabloids you deliberately avoided reading… a sheer nightmare. And a really long one. But again, it had given you endless time to think, to analyze your feelings, to know yourself. In fact, self-knowledge was one of the aspects you most improved while on your own. You had come to the conclusion that you were more independent than you thought when you were around him. Not that being with Nikki absorbed you in a way that conditioned or straight up removed your individuality, but he was definitely comfortable to be around, things were easier, they weighed less. It was all so natural that you had come to think you wouldn’t be able to live without him, but nothing could be further from the truth. Once you were away from each other you realized you weren’t going to fall apart. It was hard, of course, but survivable; more than you could have said a few months prior. Arguably, Nikki was like dessert: you can live without it, but you prefer not to.

And as you delved into your own mind, you found it easier and easier to do the same with his. You almost had learned more about him when he wasn’t there than when he was. Nikki was a storm, but he wasn’t a man of many words, so when you were with him you had to almost hook the more serious talking out of him before he changed the subject or made the attention shift into something else. It wasn’t until he left, until you didn’t have him around, doing stuff and creating chaos, that you recognized the little details. You had all the time in the world to replay your moments together and see the things that didn’t seem to be there. The way his doubtful eyes locked with yours everytime he showed you a new song; how his grip in your ass tightened with pride when Tommy or one of the guys said you looked pretty a certain day; him unconsciously moving towards you in his sleep, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and holding you always a little bit closer… It was nice to be someone’s safe place, it was nice to be his safe place. And now that he was back, it was the perfect opportunity to let him know that he deserved a shelter, even though he didn’t think so, and that you would do anything in your power to be that for him.

A subtle rhythmic sound pulled you out of your ruminations. Nikki was as still as a column, but from his throat merged little hums, fairly on key and on beat. He was singing in his sleep. You couldn’t help but look at him with a giant smile painted on your face, and you saw his eyes starting to drift behind his lids, just before they flashed open. He looked up at you with the shadow of slumber remaining in his expression. His eyes were fused into yours a moment before he realized what he was subconsciously still doing, and his face lit up with the flame of inspiration. All of a sudden his muscles, which moments before were switched off, started working and he practically was ejected from your side. He sat up in bed, legs crossed, and he reached for his bass, which was at the feet of your bed within arm-reaching distance. He did all of this without stopping his hums, and it wasn’t until those four strings, slapped by his skilled fingers, mimicked the right notes several times that his singing started to fade away.

Meanwhile, you watched him from behind, still lying on your back in bed, only a little propped up by your right elbow. You saw his bare back meeting the elastic of his briefs , his muscles shifting beneath his skin, his shoulder blades idly dancing to the sound of the instrument. You saw his arms, his left wrist twisting into different angles to hit the right chords, his hand going up and down the fretboard as naturally as one who walks his own land. You saw his hair sliding down his back in tangled waves as dark as night, moving around whenever he motioned his head. In that moment, the black mane subtly drifted from side to side, as if the head it was attached to was looking for something. You were quick to think and caught it as a signal, so you stretched your arm towards the nightstand and reached for his notebook and a pencil. Then you gave them to Nikki, understanding, before his mind had time to snap out of inspiration. The grateful little smile he dedicated to you could have been enough to melt the ice caps, and as you found solace in the small details, he got down to writing.

At one point, you noticed a shiver traveling up his back. Obviously. It was winter and the punk was practically naked and fiercely unconcerned about it. You didn’t want to pop the bubble, so you grabbed one of the soft wrinkled blankets from the bed and, no words spoken, placed it over his shoulders. Your fingertips lingered where the fabric met his collarbones, and the warmth he gave off was a serious temptation, so you got closer. You were on your knees, behind him, and your front was in contact with his back, both only separated by the blanket and your sleeping t-shirt. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent you had missed for so long, hovering your breath over his skin, peppering soft kisses all the way up to his earlobe. You stood there, cheek to neck, clinging to his shoulders, as he continued playing and you shared his point of view. One could never say the moment wasn’t magical.

After some more time like that, the sound of the bass strings became more diffuse and less steady. He was done, and judging by what it looked like, he was satisfied. His body shifted just enough to leave the bass on the floor where he had taken it from, and you whined at the loss of contact. You didn’t have much time to miss him, though, because two seconds later he was back in his original position, seated as he had been for a while, and he maneuvered you so that you sat on his lap, both of your legs placed over his left thigh. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him slowly on the lips, getting lost in how sweet they tasted. His right arm was behind your back, holding you tight and as close to his chest as you could be, while his left hand casually traveled up and down your bare leg.

You were both leisurely enjoying each other’s attention, unhurried because, for once, there was nothing else in the world that could destroy your moment. Not the duty to go to the studio or rehearsals, not a rushed call from your boss urging you to take another shift, nothing. Just a long, long Sunday ahead, all for you to spend at your will, and your will was this. It was your hands lazily tangling in the hair on his nape, it was mingling his breath with your own, it was the way his fingertips entertained themselves with the hem of your panties, it was the moan you couldn’t hold any longer when he found that spot in you.

He took that as a good signal, so he went on like that, lightly rubbing circles over the thin fabric of your panties. That damn thing had to be in the middle, bothering, between you and what you wanted the most right then and there. The pleasure was tortuous and you weren’t thinking straight anymore, you could only think in circles, like the ones that were driving you mad. Nikki realized you were holding on for dear life to his neck, almost unable to keep up with the kiss without parting your lips to emit all kinds of delighted sounds, and today was not the day to make you suffer, so he behave. The rest of his fingers moved the cotton of your panties aside, leaving your sensitive core exposed to the cold. A shudder crossed your body right before his thumb continued ministering between your legs, and another shudder, though a very different one, washed over you.

The tip of his middle finger tested your already wet entrance, teasing you mercilessly until your mouth worded a silent “please” against his lips, almost melting in his mouth. He entered you really slowly and then began a steady back and forth motion that was working wonders in you. You felt like you were going to faint –oh boy, little did you know –so you hid your face between his neck and his hair. He hadn’t, even for a single second, stopped circling your oversensitive clit, and when his ring finger appeared in the scene too it was too much for you to handle. You were coming dangerously close to the point of no return, and his bassist hand didn’t seem to care about it.

His caring boyfriend alter-ego did however, so once he felt the contractions inside of you getting a little too close to each other in time, he withdrew his fingers from you with a smile that had both triumph and devotedness to it. In contrast, there was your face that looked at him with a confused and yearning expression, but it didn’t last very much. The two of you changed positions and moved to the upper part of the king-sized bed, getting rid of the already scarce but still inconvenient fabric  in the process. He sat on the bed so that his back was against the headboard and he guided you, holding your hand, until your legs straddled his hips. Only then you realized how hard he was, even though you had been sitting on top of him for a pretty long while. The perspective of how, moments ago, his dick must have been growing and pushing against your own skin thanks to your moans and the fact that you hadn’t noticed because of that same reason made you unspeakably horny.

- Don’t do that if you want me alive - Nikki said and his hand held your chin up, gently tugging your lower lip, which you had been unconsciously biting at the sight of his cock.

Your eyes looked into his with renewed lust, and his locked with yours for a second in a mutual glare that could have shaken the Earth.

And that was it.

Your mouths crashed into each other like colossal forces that were meant to encounter. The instinct that drove your movements was animalistic, even feral. His fingers dug into your sides as if you were going to slip between them, as if you were going to vanish in the air and he needed to keep that from happening. But you weren’t going anywhere, you weren’t planning to, you couldn’t. You needed more of him, always more, and so you leaned forward, craving his contact chest to chest. When you did this, your bare, wet and indescribably sensitive core slid against his shaft, both heats quivering in response. From your throat emerged a sound that must have belonged to the deepest, darkest of places, because even you were surprised that such an ungodly noise had come out of your body. But you couldn’t care less, you only wanted Nikki, exclusively him and all of him, unreservedly, so you repeated the motion as many times as you could, grinding your hips against him and relentlessly teasing the two of you.

Suddenly, his hands, which had been on your sides guiding you in your back and forth quest, tightened their grip and held you in place. By the look on his face you could tell that he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back for much longer if you continued like that. His black hair was damp and sticky, as was the rest of his skin; his cheeks, even in the dim light, were visibly flushed; his eyes, instead of green, looked dark as the pits of hell with lust; his lips were swollen due to the never ending friction… he was the graphic display of capital sin.

Gathering every drop of concentration in you so as not to cum in that very moment, you propped yourself up just enough to leave your breasts in front of his face and grabbed his length with your right hand. With a mix of hesitation and awe in his eyes, he let you do, and you took advantage of his unspoken permission to line him up with your own entrance, but without sitting all the way down. You stood there, hovering over him with his cock pressing against the very gates of heaven, pulsating, craving for your walls to clench around it as they had many times before. His breath was shallow and quick, it even appeared prescindible, just like yours. You could tell he was suffering, aching for you as you were for him a short time ago. You wanted this to last forever, exactly the way you two were now, at the peak of your pleasure, always longing for more even if you knew how goddamn close it was, and never stopping the chase of it. But every race has a finish line, and one needs to cross it if they want the prize that goes with it, so you braced yourself for the final lap and began your goddamn sprint.

Your hips descended at an unbearably slow pace, enjoying every millimeter of Nikki as he entered in contact with every millimeter of you. You felt him filling you up to an extent you thought you had never experienced before, but doing so with a surprising ease. How could he not, your inside was soaking thanks to his skilled fingers and the gloriousness of your skin to skin contact. When you were all the way seated and almost entirely filled up, you let your legs die and your ass sank down even lower, his member piercing deeper into you. Both of you managed to synchronize the lowest of growls, and then he kissed you avidly, swapping his back against the headboard for his chest against your own. His arms surrounded you entirely, covering all the skin they could. It was the most intimate situation you were able to ever imagine.

You started moving your hips up and down, really slowly at first because you had to get used to him, but you gradually increased your rhythm, never willing to give up the depth you had reached. Everytime you lowered your pelvis he raised his slightly up to meet you halfway and give you what you most craved for. Little by little, the sensations started growing more intense, the temperature getting hotter and the appetite becoming unstoppable. The muscles in your thighs had some time ago started to sting and now they burned like hell, yet your brain was urging them to continue, not knowing and not wanting to know what would happen if they stopped. You were so close. Every nerve in your body was on the highest of alerts, overly sensitive, and the small bundle between your legs was no less. The continuous up and down motions made you vibrate with friction inside of you and they gave you heartache with collision outside. You were so lightheaded you couldn’t see anymore; you could only sense the precipice nearing by the minute and tell yourself you were more than ready to fall. Your back collapsed, arching backwards against the force his arms held you with. He was leaning forward, cradling you and picking up the slack. The muscles from your thighs were so stretched they wouldn’t respond to your commands, but you didn’t care anymore, he was there, he got you. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, strong enough to tear reality apart and painfully eternal, crawling onto every edge of your body, every corner of your soul. During what seemed several forevers you only felt that, you only felt him, around you and inside of you, everywhere. Your ears perceived nothing but white noise, barely even identifiable with your moans and, at some point, his too. That’s when you felt the shots of warm liquid pouring inside of you and you experienced a tingling spreading from your toes and fingertips to the center of your body. You knew that was it.

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Your still-watery eyes opened as if your lids weighed then million pounds, and when they focused enough you saw him. Your face automatically relaxed and your throat tried its best to produce any kind of sound, though you were not really sure about what you intended to communicate with that. However, his expression was the opposite to yours; he had a small frown and his eyes looked worried. You tried to talk, but he anticipated:

- Babe - he whispered, hugging you. He sounded a lot more relieved now - fuck, you’re okay. You scared me shitless.

- Wha… - confusion was audible in your tone.

- You must have passed out. In a second your body went limp and you stopped screaming, and you didn’t answer. I seriously thought I had provoked you a stroke or something. Fuck… I get to see my girl for the first time in ages and I almost kill her. What is wrong with me?

- Wait, what? - you were trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. You were still in bed, with your head where the feet should be and vice versa, legs in a natural position, unlike how you remembered having them the last time. He was still naked and so were you, so it mustn’t have been too long since… – have you…? Did you…? Did I…? – you couldn’t believe it, it was surreal, so you started laughing. – Fuck…

- Yes babe, you did fuck. But it’s nice to know this can happen to you so that I don’t have to fucking call 911 and say “Yes Sir I killed her with my cock” – he laughed at his own joke. Ha ha, so funny, Sixx – And also to use it in our favour – he added, with a mischievous smile –, because it was decent, right?

- Decent???? – this guy was either dumb or trying to get laid again. Maybe both, you couldn’t tell – Well, you could ask that to the 911 operator next time – His laugh was clear as day.

- That means there will be a next time. Okay – he contempted himself –, done deal. By now, why don’t we go get you cleaned up?

“My precious love ❤️ ❤️❤️ my heart burns 🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵🥵 for you every day 💕💕💖💖💗💗💗💜💜😍😍😍😍”

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