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There is a criminal amount of fics for these guys, hopefully I can change that a bit lol.

I mainly plan on writing for:
-Chris Fehn
-Sid Wilson
-Jim Root
-Mick Thomson
-Corey Taylor

I might write for others as time goes on, who knows, but hopefully you enjoy!!

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Waking up in a hotel on tour was always a strange experience. The band had stopped to play 3 shows in the same city back to back, meaning that for a few days you would be freed of the cramped confines of the tour bus. You squinted, slamming your head into the pillows in an attempt to block out the assault from the early morning sun. You could hear your neighbors talking loudly through the wall. Chris and Sid were already full of energy. You jolted up in bed as there was sudden banging of a fist behind your bed. “Anyone alive in there?!” Chris yells.

“Chris it is 8 in the morning!” You shout back. “Unless you're buying me breakfast you better shut up!”

“If you want breakfast, get your ass out of bed!” You freeze at his words, was he seriously offering to take you out to eat? “Be ready in five, sweetheart, I'll be right over.” You could hear Sid struggling to hold back his giddy laughter. You scrambled out of bed, of course he would pull some shit like this. You rush to the bathroom, quickly washing your face and throwing on some of the fastest makeup you've done in your entire life.

“Shit!” You cursed, tripping over yourself as you struggled to pull on your pants, Chris’s loud knocking on your door ringing through the hotel room. You and the band’s percussionist had been flirting for a while. Chris, albeit unsettling at first, couldn't keep his eyes off you from the beginning.

“Well, good morning beautiful.” The same eyes that made your heart stop every time you met them.

“Good morning, yourself.” You snap back playfully.

“Aw, did I wake you?” He coos, cupping your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Poor baby. Come on, I'll make up for it.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the hotel tucked safely into his side.

You found yourselves at some hole in the wall diner, serving up the greasiest breakfast food you've ever witnessed. Plates piled high with bacon, sausage, eggs, and a multitude of other sides, whatever you ended up deciding on surely wasn't going to disappoint. The morning with Chris flowed by effortlessly. He kept you laughing the entire time, every so often tossing in a compliment about how pretty he thought your smile was, teasing you whenever he had noticed your flustered state. “Are you going to come watch me play tonight?” He asks with a mischievous grin.

“You're acting like I'm not there every night.” You respond with a smirk.

“Yeah, but you're there to watch the band, you're not watching me.” You could hear his fingers nervously drumming on the counter top.

“Do you really think I could possibly keep my eyes off you?” He breathes out a laugh, shrugging into his jacket. “We should get going, you’ll be late for sound check.”

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“He better be out here in five minutes or I'm going to personally go in there and kick his ass.” You laugh as Corey yells.

“I'll get him out here, don't worry!” You reassure him as you slip inside the dressing room.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You can't help but roll your eyes as you watch the smirk immediately spread across his features. “A pre-show visit from you, I must’ve been a good boy.” He chuckles. You wordlessly grab the black grease paint from his bag, perching yourself on the arm of his chair. It was irritating how good he looked, his jumpsuit mostly unzipped, his skin glowing with the thin sheen of sweat he had worked up from warming up before the show.

“You need to be out there in a few minutes and you’ve barely started to get dressed, someone has to make sure you make it out on stage.” Despite trying your best to seem annoyed, Chris didn't miss how you were struggling to keep the flustered smile off your lips. You had been working with the band for a while, originally having started off as a roadie, but it quickly became apparent how good you were at wrangling the band’s more hyperactive members. Chris clocked you instantly. At first he thought it was funny. He would sit somewhere backstage and stare at you, chuckling to himself when you would eventually scurry off. It's not that you minded, his staring was never malicious or mean in any way. But, goddamn, was it distracting. After a little while it finally dawned on him that you weren't running away out of fear, you were running away because you were flustered. Every so often he would watch the blush spread across your cheeks when he had been caught staring, how every time you would run off to take care of something else you would always glance back at him just one more time before disappearing.

“What would I do without you?” He says with a teasing smile. You craned over him, haphazardly covering his skin with the paint. You let out a surprised squeak as one of Chris's hands wraps around your waist. He pushes you off the arm of the chair, you bounced slightly as you landed in his lap. “Probably a little bit more comfortable like this.” He raises an eyebrow playfully at you, waiting to see what kind of response he would elicit. Your face burned, your mind completely blank as you tried to process just what the hell was happening. He was so warm, you could feel one of his legs bouncing anxiously underneath you as he sat and wondered just how royally he had fucked up. You try to return your focus to applying his paint, a task that only becomes more difficult as you feel one of his massive hands wrap around your thigh. He enjoyed having you so close, being able to trace over every detail of your features. “You are stunning.” He states under his breath.

“Thank you.” You reply with a flustered smile. “You didn't,” you cleared your throat, your voice cracking slightly as you spoke, “you didn't forget your mask did you?” You jump as he slaps his hand down on the table at his side, he smirks as he holds up his mask.

“Did I forget my mask?” He mocks, he watches you relax as he manages to make you laugh. “Put it on me.” It wasn't a request. The buckles clink together as he lets it fall into your lap. His striking blue eyes hold you frozen in place as you timidly pick up his mask. The metal was cold against your palm, the leather smooth between your fingers as you moved the straps out of the way. He pulls the hood over his head before allowing you to sit the piece carefully over his features, making sure it was properly in place before tackling all of the buckles. He doesn't take his eyes off you as you make quick work of securing everything in place.

“Hang on, this one’s a little stuck.” One of the straps had gotten caught on its buckle, halting your process momentarily. You gave it one firm tug in order to free it. Chris hisses as the mask catches, the strap noticeably digging into his skin. You hurriedly begin to apologize, moving to undo the strap only for his hand to grab both of yours, pulling them away from his face.

“Don't worry, pretty girl. I'm alright.” His eyes flicker over your features. “Hurt me all you want baby, I like a little pain.” Your cheeks burn as you stare down at him. He breathes out a laugh as his gaze drops to your lips.

“Chris, come on! We gotta go!” Sid freezes when he sees the situation at hand.

“Animals.” He spits through a cackle. “Chris is getting FRISKY.” He bellows, slamming the door behind him.

Chris chuckles, helping you stand. “Guess we should get this show on the road. Wouldn't want them getting any angrier.” Your heart was racing as you followed Chris out of the dressing room, wiping your sweaty palms down the front of your pants. It didn't take long for him to get back to his usual antics. Every so often Chris would walk up to you, sometimes giving you a reason, other times just staring at you in silence until you acknowledged him.

“Need something, Chris?” Silence. You look at him, a smirk playing on your lips. “You know, you make it a little hard to do my job sometimes.” He takes a few long, fast strides towards you, causing you to stumble back slightly until you were trapped between him and the wall. He leans down, bringing his face level with yours. He presses the nose of his mask against yours, making you giggle. You playfully swat at him, “I have work to do.”

“Has anyone seen Mick’s extra pics?!” You shout, rifling through a case that had been tossed in the side. Suddenly, something cold and pointy pressed into your cheek.

“You're looking a little stressed, baby.” Your ears are met with Chris's playful tone as he pokes your face with the nose of his mask.

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Chris, I don't have time for this, I need to find–” He opens your hand, dropping three pics into your palm. You cringe slightly, realizing he was just trying to help.

“Just relax, sugar. I'll take good care of you.” A shiver runs down your spine at his flirty tone. Your eyes meet his before you slowly let your gaze drop down to his lips.

“Play a good show and maybe I'll let you.” A strangled sound escapes him as whatever crass response he had come up with died in his throat. He watches as you carefully press your lips to the nose of his mask. “Knock ‘em dead for me.”

“You got it, angel,” he breathes out through a laugh, “just make sure you keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?” He responds flirtatiously as you flit past him, hurrying to deliver Mick his missing picks. He can't help but smile as he catches you glancing at him over your shoulder.

Chris took your request to heart, hoping his rockstar status was enough to keep you from punching him in the face for what he had planned. He played his soul out that night. Jumping and thrashing around like you had never seen before, he was mesmerizing to watch. At one point meeting your gaze across the stage, the two of you share a moment, screaming the lyrics from your favorite song off the setlist. He loved watching you dance just off stage, you were stunning, and you were looking only at him.

After the concert was over he powers up to you. His shoulders heaved with every labored breath, sweat dripping down every exposed inch of skin. “Get this fucking mask off me.” He growls, grabbing onto you and pulling you close. You waste no time granting his request, his hands hot against your skin where they cling desperately to your waist. The second you finish with the last buckle Chris rips the mask from his face, throwing it on the floor to focus on the task at hand. He grabs your face in his hand, his fingers pressing into your cheeks with near bruising force as he crushed his lips against yours, his black paint smearing across your features, officially marking you as his in his eyes. His free arm circles around your waist, pulling you flush against him. There were various cheers, screams, and a few gags from the rest of the band.

“Jim, you owe me money!” Mick yells with a laugh.

“What the hell are you– oh... Dammit Chris, you couldn't have waited until we got back on the bus?!” You can't help but smile as you feel him chuckle against your lips.

“Did I play a good enough show, sweetheart?” He asks with a smug smirk, not giving you time to answer before kissing you again.

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Your hands gripped painfully tight onto the barrier in front of you. By some miracle you and your friend had managed to fight your way to the front of the pit during the opener. You nearly screamed at the sight in front of you, you had managed to place yourself right in front of Chris's drums. You had made it your mission when you first left your house to catch the percussionist’s attention, desperately wanting the chance to flirt with your favorite band member. You screamed as the venue was plunged into darkness, the silhouette's of the band taking their positions filled the stage. The first chord ripped from the speakers, your chest rattling with the vibrations. Chris noticed you instantly, you were so pretty how could he not? The moment your eyes met his, he knew he had to do everything possible to make tonight the best night of your life. He can't help but smile under his mask as he watches you scream and thrash along to the music with your friend. “Hey!” He yells in an attempt to get one of the security guards attention. It would be too dangerous to try and slip you a pass while you were in the crowd, you would be mobbed for it. But, bringing the pretty girl up on stage to have her favorite band serenade her, well who would argue with that. He tries again, shouting and waving his arm at the guard. A few of the fans had started pointing in an attempt to help, but he simply didn't care. Chris picks up one of his drumsticks and throws it at the security guards head. “Hey asshole!” The guard whips around angrily, freezing when he’s met with the annoyed expression in Chris's eyes. “Get her the fuck up here!” He growls, nodding in your direction. The guard hurries over to you, lifting you easily over the barrier and dragging you behind him to the stage.

Chris kneels down in front of you, your cheeks grow warm as you watch his eyes trace over your curves. “He asked for you!” The guard explains. Chris holds out his hand for you, motioning for you to come up on the stage. Seeing that the security guard was making no move to help you up, Chris decided to take matters into his own hands. He jumps down off the stage, pushing into the guard roughly with his shoulder, placing himself directly in front of you. You can't help but scream as you're swept off the ground in one swift movement. He sets you on the edge of the stage before hosting himself up beside you. He pulls you up, his hand staying firmly wrapped around yours as he leads you to the center of the stage. He makes a performance of showing you off, sizing you up like a predator looking at its prey. The screams from the crowd were almost overwhelming and the fact he looked ready to eat you alive at any moment definitely wasn't helping.

“What's your name, beautiful?” You can't help but shiver as you feel his hot breath bounce off your ear. You squeak out your name as he wraps an arm around your waist, leading you towards his kit before any of the others have a chance to approach you. You weren't entirely sure because of how loud the venue was, but you were pretty sure you heard him bark at Jim as he passed by with you.

“Why'd you bring me up?” You ask him curiously. You feel the way his chest shakes with laughter as it presses into your back. He places a hand on either side of your waist, trapping your body in between him and his kit.

“You're just having so much fun, I can't keep my eyes off you… plus, I wanted to see if your body feels as good in my hands as I thought it would.” He grabs his drumsticks as they start to que up for the next song, instructing you to stay pressed against him. “Hope you're ready for a show, sweetheart.” He chuckles. Having you standing in front of him was definitely a hindrance to his playing, but he couldn't find it in him to care. The jealous looks towards both you and him alike made him smirk. You were having the time of your life, screaming along with the song, getting to watch your favorite performer up close. The stage lights made the sweat that coated your skin glow. Chris chuckles as he wonders how you would taste. Your knees nearly give out as you feel his hot tongue drag up your neck, a strangled moan fighting to stay in your body. The zipper on his mask was ice cold against the hot trail of saliva that coated your skin. Watching the way your body responded to him made him ravenous. He wraps a hand around your throat, a dangerous smile spreading across your lips as you easily give yourself up to him. You shiver as he glares down at you, growling and screaming into your face like a feral animal. His fingers trail over your pulse as his hand leaves your neck, grabbing your cheeks roughly to force you to keep looking at him. “Open your fucking mouth.” He growls. You do as he asks without question, your eyes never leaving his. Your heart pounds in time with the steady rhythm of the drums. Chris chuckles at your desperate expression. “So fucking pretty.” He praises, giving your face another harsh squeeze before he winds up and spits directly into your mouth. He keeps an arm wrapped around you for the rest of the song, enjoying the feeling of your body pressing into him as you dance. He motioned for one of the crew members that was just off stage. “Go around to the door on the side of the building after the concert’s over, I want you all to my fucking self for the rest of the night.” He helped you back to the pit after tucking the backstage pass into the waistband of your pants, leaving you in a daze as you struggled to explain to your friend just what the hell happened up there.

Being led through the sterile white hallways made you nervous, knowing that your final destination was going to leave you with a man you had fantasized about meeting for years. The security guard knocks on the door, announcing that his guest had arrived. You can't think of a single thing to say as he opens the door, his massive form towering over you, his eyes instantly landing on you from their position behind his mask. He had removed the top half of his jumpsuit, tying the sleeves around his waist in a sort of belt. “I'm glad you showed up.” He chuckles. “Tell the others not to wait up. I won't be back for a while, and even when I am, hopefully I won't be alone.” Heat immediately pools in your core at his seductive tone. He takes you by the hand, pulling you into the dressing room. He pushes you back into the door, causing it to slam shut behind you. The nose of his mask presses against yours, keeping him a good distance away from you, allowing him to easily study your expression. “It's a shame I won't be able to kiss you properly with this thing on, but I think fucking a man in a mask is part of the appeal for you, isn't it baby?” He can't help but chuckle as he watches you shudder under his intense gaze. Goosebumps erupt across your skin as his fingers dip below the hem of your shirt. “My safe word is red, does that work for you?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod, watching his skilled hands slowly remove your clothes. When you don't give him a verbal answer he grabs you roughly by the face, tapping your cheek with your finger. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly.

“Yes, what?” He snaps back immediately.

“Yes, sir.” Your cheeks burn as you let the horrific tumble from your lips. He gently pats your cheek.

“Good girl.” He chuckles. The rough pads of his fingers run over the now exposed skin of your stomach. He pushes the nose of his mask against your throat. He breathes out a groan, “I've been waiting to hear you scream my name all night.” He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“I doubt you'll have any problems accomplishing that.” He knocks the breath from your lungs as he pushes his full weight into you.

“I was so shocked to see such a pretty little thing right in front.” He murmurs next to your ear. “I just knew I needed to have you all to myself.” You shiver at the rough feeling of his mask's zipper dragging along your throat. You gasp as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, slipping a leg in between yours in order to keep you standing. His breath was hot against your skin, his massive hands engulfing your waist as he finally released his hold on your wrists. You grip tightly into his strong shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as the assault of metal and teeth continued to mark you up until he was content with the sight. He hisses as the sweat on his skin causes your hands to slip, your nails clawing down his back. He chuckles into the crook of your neck, cursing under his breath as the stinging settles into his skin. He wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you effortlessly from the floor. He guides your legs around his waist, pinning you in between him and the door as metal presses harshly into your lips. “I'm going to fucking ruin you.” He growls into your mouth.

He carries you across the room, setting you down in order to help free you from the confines of your remaining clothes. You were just desperate to get your hands on him. You feel his muscles twitch under your fingers as they ghost over his chest. Your hands trail down his torso until they eventually and on the knotted sleeves of his jumpsuit, silently asking for permission to remove it. Chris takes you by the hand, smirking under his mask as he leads you towards the couch in the room. “I plan on having some fun with you first.” He sits back into the cushions, patting his thigh. “Come have a seat, baby.” You whimper as his hands find their way to your waist, pressing your already soaked core against the rough material of his jumpsuit. You can't stop the moan he tears free from your throat as he guides your hips in a steady rhythm back and forth across his thigh. He reclines with a sigh, one hand remaining wrapped around your waist, the other resting behind his head as he casually watches you. Your sounds become louder and more frequent the longer he lets you go, the friction from riding his thigh paired with his intense gaze threatening to send you over the edge with every small movement.

“Don't you dare fucking stop.” He growls, you yelp as he delivers a harsh smack to your ass. Your hips begin to stutter, a strangled whine leaving your lips as you struggle to keep up your pace. Chris chuckles as he watches your pathetic attempts at getting yourself off. He hums as he grabs your waist, his thumbs pushing into your hips as he helps you move. You curse, crying out his name as you lurch forward, your hands coming to rest on his chest in an attempt to keep you upright. Your thighs tremble as he suddenly brings you to a complete stop, pleading with him to keep going. “I think I deserve a turn, baby, don't you?” He chuckles at your desperate expression. He stands you up, your legs barely able to support your weight. “Don't worry, you'll get your turn. When I'm ready I'm going to fuck you stupid, you won't remember your name by the time I'm done with you.”

He guides your hands to the knot at his waist, letting you untie his jumpsuit and having it fall around his ankles along with his boxers before collapsing back into the couch. His eyes stay locked on you as you drop to your knees, settling yourself in between his legs. “Spit.” He commands, holding out his hand. You do as he asks, spitting into his palm in order for him to prep himself with a few slow pumps of his half hard cock. He tangles his fingers into your hair, guiding you forward until your lips wrap around his tip. He hisses, his head thudding against the wall. He guides your mouth over his length, setting a near animalistic pace from the start. Drool dripped from the corners of your lips, pooling at the base of his cock. You gagged as he slammed into the back of your throat, cutting off your air as he held you as far down as your mouth would allow before releasing you entirely. You cough when you're finally able to breathe again. “Such a dirty fucking whore… doing such a good job.” You let out a soft moan as he grabs you by the throat. “Who would have thought that such a pretty girl would have such a filthy fucking mouth.” He takes a firstful of your hair again, guiding you back down to his cock. You gag and sputter as he fucks harshly into your throat, tears collecting a long your lashes and eventually dripping down into your cheeks. “Fucking crybaby.” He chuckles, pulling you off his length in one swift movement. He places a hand under your chin, guiding you to stand. He pulls you into his lap, holding you against his chest in order to line his member up with your entrance. You moan, cursing and grabbing desperately into his shoulders as he slowly lowers you down onto his length. He groans as he bottoms out inside of you, feeling you settle fully into his lap. “You feel so fucking good.” He groans.

He grits his teeth as he struggles not to instantly start fucking into you mercilessly. Your hazy, far off look telling him he wasn't far from breaking you already. His head drops back as he holds back a growl, lazily rolling his hips in order to make any sort of movement. He presses into a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, he pulls you into him, dragging his tongue over the collage of bruises he had left behind on your neck. You moan his name, attempting to roll your hips in time with his thrusts, a battle you quickly lost as he increased his tempo. His fingers dig painfully into the plushness of your ass, holding you in place as he pounds into you from below. “Dirty fucking whore, you like being fucked by some freak in a mask don't you?” You yelp as he delivers another harsh smack to your ass. You sob, your thighs trembling as your climax sneaks up on you. “Good girl.” He praises with an amused chuckle. He grabs your face in one hand, forcing your eyes on him. “I make you feel that fucking good, huh?” You scream as his free hand dips between your legs, mercilessly rubbing circles at your sensitive clit, sending a second orgasm crashing over you.

He pauses for a moment in order to let you come down from your high. He chuckles when you can't get your legs to stop shaking. “Poor baby, I made you feel that good just from bouncing on my cock.” He teases, making your cheeks burn. “Hopefully those legs of yours still work at least a little bit, I'm not done with you yet.” He tips you back into the couch. You whine at the sudden emptiness as he pulls out of you. He grabs you by your waist, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. He wastes no time lining himself up with your entrance, slamming back into you at a feral speed. You scream, your legs immediately trying to give out underneath you. Chris keeps a tight hold on you, animalistically fucking into you. His hands wander wherever they can reach, mapping every inch of your body and how you responded to his touch. He delivers another harsh smack to your ass, afterwards rubbing soothing circles into the spot. “Doing such a good fucking job.” He groans. “My dirty fucking whore.” He lays himself over you, his muscular body completely blanketing your smaller form. You press your face into the cushions in an attempt to muffle your screams of pleasure. Every smack he delivered made you whine with need, every impossibly deep thrust threatening to break you.

“Chris,” you whimper. He wraps a hand on your throat, thumb pressing into your jaw to turn your gaze onto him.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He groans, his thrusts noticeably beginning to lose their rhythm.

“Please, don't stop.” He lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle.

“If I don't pull out soon, I'm going to end up cumming in that pretty pussy of yours.” You can't help but jolt as the cold feeling of metal presses into your skin.

“I don't care… need you.” You manage to stutter out through the thick fog that clouded your mind.

“If that's what you want, baby.” You pull your lip between your teeth as you feel him slip his fingers back into your hair. “Who am I to deny an angel their request?” He nips at your neck, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit as he fucks into your at an animalistic pace. He buries his face in between your shoulder blades, the silicone of his mask sticking to your sweaty skin. He removed his hand from your throat, gripping tightly onto your hips as he guided you over his length. You felt his thighs tremble every time they connected with your ass. Your name and curses spilled from his lips like a prayer. You scream his name as you finish, your thighs trembling as they struggle to support your weight. Chris curses loudly as he finishes, shooting hot ropes of cum inside of you as his hips stutter to a stop, every so often and uncontrollable jolt ripping through him.

He soothingly strokes your sides with his thumbs as he eased himself out of you. “Just relax, okay? I'll take care of you.” He whispers in a soothing tone, guiding you to lay down. You jump as he starts to clean you up. “Sorry, should've warned you.” He chuckles.

He sighs as he collapsed into the couch, pulling you into his lap. You could barely keep your eyes open, you found yourself leaning into his warmth. “My hotel isn't just down the street… you could always come spend the night if you wanted to.”

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Your cheeks burned as you stormed away from Shawn, who was laughing at you. “You really are a dumbass, huh?” He cackles.

“What happened?” Fuck. You curse mentally as you hear Chris’s voice behind you.

“The guy just asked her if he could plant his zucchini in her garden and she looked him dead in the face and said, I live in an apartment.” He wheezes. You rushed off before you could hear his response. You were constantly getting made fun of by the guys for being too innocent. You were the youngest member of the crew by a long shot, only having toured with them for the last couple years. You groan, sliding down a wall as you drop your head into your knees. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, knowing he wouldn't stop making fun of you for that little incident for at least the next month. You hear the steady footfalls of someone coming up the hallway. You recognized the sigh as Chris's as he sat down beside you.

“That was a stupid fucking pick up line anyways.” He starts, gently nudging his shoulder against yours. “I'd be disappointed if you fell for something like that.”

“It's just so embarrassing.” You didn't want to look at him, feeling ridiculous for letting something so obvious go over your head.

“I happen to think you're pretty cute.” He states softly, making your cheeks burn. “Shawn’s got no reason to bully you like that, he's just being an ass.” He slides an arm across your shoulders pulling you into his side.

“Thanks, Chris.” You finally glance up at him, trying your best to meet his eyes despite how embarrassed you felt.

He smiles under his mask in response. “Anytime, baby. Happy to help.”

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Your heart raced as you watched Chris from your position at the side of the stage. Watching him thrash, scream, drum, and just generally cause a scene on stage was always a captivating experience for you to watch. During one song he marches over to you, taking a fistful of your hair in order to keep you firmly in place, his demonic screams causing your knees to grow weak. He smirks at you as he releases his grip, quickly backing away onto the stage. “Careful, he might give you cooties.” One of the stage hands mocks you. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

After the show was over you head to the dressing rooms. You hesitate before quickly reaching out to knock, knowing there was no turning back after that point. “Doors open!” You hear him call from inside. You swallow thickly, your fingers trembling as they wrap around the doorknob. He gives you a confused expression when he realizes it was you walking through the door and not one of the other band members. “What's up, sweetheart? You look nervous.” You shut the door behind you, making sure it was locked before continuing any further.

“I, um… there's something I was hoping you could help me with.” He looks at you curiously, watching as you timidly walk closer to him. “I–I’m sick of being made fun of by the crew, and by the rest of the band… I was hoping you could, um, I was hoping we could…” His mouth goes dry as he realizes what you were implying. “Chris, I want you to fuck me.” You finally manage to spit out, your face burning. You couldn't look at him, the deafening silence was only replaced by the pounding of your pulse in your ears. Chris knew he should be saying something, anything. But, he was in such genuine shock that this was happening, he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

“Oh, I… wow.” This was stupid coming here like this, anxiety beginning to creep up like bile in your throat the longer you stood there. You were about to turn and leave, figuring this would turn you into a laughing stock with Chris just like with everyone else. “Really?” You nod slowly, letting your eyes eventually meet his. “Why?” Part of him wondered if he had even heard you right. Maybe the sleep deprivation from being on tour was finally catching up with him–

“Because I trust you.” You watch as Chris’s bright blue eyes flicker between your face and your body. He clears his throat as he adjusts his position sitting in his seat, tugging at the pants of his jumpsuit. He looked ready to eat you alive, like every fiber of his being was forcing him to stay in his chair so he wouldn't rip you to pieces. The expression was enough to send a pang of arousal through your core. “You're the only one who doesn't make fun of me, you're always so sweet,” you watch his leg begin to bounce anxiously as you start to list off compliments about him. “Besides,” you had decided, you had made it this far, might as well just lay your feelings out in the open. “You're just really fucking hot, and if there's anyone I want showing me the ropes, it's you.”

A strangled sound escapes his throat, one he tries to cover up with a cough. “Holy fuck.” He breathes out with a chuckle. He takes an exaggerated look around the room. “There's not like a hidden camera somewhere? You're not joking?”

You can't help but giggle at his disbelief. “Why would I be joking?”

“Seems a little too good to be true if I'm being honest.” He admits with a laugh. “The girl I've had my eye on since the beginning getting me alone after a show, asking me so nicely to fuck her. If you had told me a few days ago this would be happening I would've called you a fat fuckin’ liar.” He beckons you closer, taking your hand into his once you were within reach. “If you need someone to take the lead, I'd be happy to oblige.” He glances around the room. “But, if it's all the same to you, I think we should move this back to the hotel… a pretty girl like you deserves better than a couch.”

You nervously tapped the toe of your shoe against the floor of the elevator, your heart racing as you thought about just how you were actually about to go through with this. “We can stop anytime, I don't want you to be nervous.” His kind eyes put you at ease. “I'm going to take very good care of you.” He states in a low, seductive tone. Chris wraps an arm around your shoulders as you step out of the elevator. He leads you up the hallway, quickly slipping you inside of his room. He chuckles as he catches sight of himself in the mirror. “You had me in such a rush to get you back here I didn't even change.” He sighs, looking mildly annoyed that he was going to have to ruin the tension to get undressed.

“You could,” he eyes you curiously as you start your statement, “you could leave the mask on… I don't mind.” His expression instantly darkens at your confession. You couldn't get over just how good he looked right now: the black greasepaint that surrounded his eyes was streaked with sweat, his baggy jumpsuit making him look even more massive than he already was.

“Yeah?” He leans down, caging you in between him and the door. “Looks like someone's got a bit of a mask kink, huh?” You don't miss the playful look in his eyes as he notices your flustered expression. “That's really hot.” You look away nervously, your heart racing as he studies you.

“I, um, I'm not really sure where to start.” You admit bashfully.

“We don't have to rush into everything all at once.” He reassures you. “I'd actually prefer it if we didn't.” He chuckles, taking your chin in his hand to bring your eyes back to his. “Call me selfish, but I can't wait to have you all for myself. So, the more time I get to do that, the better.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “How about you let me get you all warmed up and we'll work from there?” He purrs next to your ear.

Chris's mind raced with all the possibilities that rested at his fingertips. He knew one thing for certain, he was going to take his time with you, he wasn't going to waste such a perfect opportunity. You couldn't manage to tear your eyes away from his, allowing him to take your hand and lead you into the dark hotel room, the only light from the dimly lit sconces on the wall. He groans as he sits on the bed, moving back until he was leaning against the headboard. He motions for you to join him, helping you maneuver yourself to straddle his lap. He rests his hands on your hips, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “We're going to take this nice and slow, okay?” You shiver as he runs a warm hand over the expanse of your stomach. He pushes your shirt over your head, his eyes immediately landing on your chest once the barrier was taken away.

“Chris.” You giggle, playfully pushing him in the chest.

“Sorry.” He apologized with a chuckle. “It's not every day that I get to have the sexiest woman I've ever met literally sitting in my lap.” Your mouth falls open to speak but no words come out. Goosebumps erupt over your skin as his fingers ghost up your arms, eventually his hands come to rest on your shoulders, carefully pushing them down from their raised position. “You’re really tense, love.”

“I'm just nervous.” You admit bashfully.

“You don't have anything to be nervous about,” he carefully guides your bra straps from your shoulders, “you just sit back, look pretty, and let me do all the work.” He reaches behind your back, expertly undoing the clasp with one hand, allowing the fabric to easily fall away as he pushes into you. You can't help but gasp as you feel the cold metal of his mask’s zipper brush over your neck. He chuckles, using one arm to keep you upright while his other hand slips in between you to paw at your breast. You grab onto his shoulders, pulling your lip between your teeth to try and stay quiet as he rolls one of your sensitive buds between his fingers. It was definitely going to be difficult for him to hold himself back. Every gasp or soft whimper that fell from your lips only added to how desperately he wanted to make you his. But, tonight was about taking care of you, he could worry about himself later. Your head tips back with a soft sight as he drags his tongue up your throat. You fumble with the zipper on his jumpsuit, his hand coming up to fully engulf yours. You feel him breathe out a laugh against your cheek. “What's the matter baby? Want something?” You nod, trying to tug down the zipper. Chris chuckles, “you have to ask next time, okay?” You paused, your eyes flashing to his.

“Next time?” He didn't miss the hint of excitement in your tone.

“Of course, we don't want to overwhelm you right away.” He releases his grip on your hand, his hands finding their way to your waist as he leans back against the headboard, curious to see how far you would take things on your own. You slowly drag down the zipper of his jumpsuit, your whole body felt like it was on fire as you noticed Chris’s gaze trained in your every move. You run your hands over his chest, making him shiver. He sits up with a chuckle, helping you shrug his shoulders free. Your hands come to rest on his chest, you can't help but smile slightly as you feel his muscles tense under your palm. You lean forward, pressing your lips to the tip of the nose of his mask. You feel a strong arm wrap around your waist before you're pulled flush against his chest. He groans as he feels your lips press hesitantly to his pulse. He traces a finger along your spine, allowing you to take your time exploring his body. Having your hands on him felt like heaven, your skin soft and warm against his tired body. He curses under his breath as you nip experimentally at his neck. His hand slides over the curve of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You giggle, pushing yourself into his hand in a way that makes his breath catch in his throat. In one swift movement you're underneath him, his body situated comfortably in between your legs. He hooks his long fingers into the waistband of your pants, easing them off you, and tossing them haphazardly somewhere in the room. He lets his hands roam over your body, allowing himself a moment to just drink in the sight of you presented so perfectly in front of him.

You trace a finger along the muscles of his arm, laughing as he picks up one hand off the bed in order to flex in front of you. You reach up, slipping a finger under the edge of his mask to pull him forward. “Can I kiss you?” You ask softly, your lips brushing against the metal that separated you.

“Fuck, yes you can.” He groans in response. Chris’s heart skips a beat when he sees the seductive smile that passes over your lips as you carefully guide him down to meet you. You whine as his thumbs brush over your nipples, your body keening into his touch as he continues to give you slow, languid kisses. Your hands wander across his torso, memorizing how he responds to every soft touch. A moan tumbles from your lips as he pushes his leg into your core. You tentatively roll your hips, another shaky sound of pleasure spilling out into the room. “That's it baby, use me to make yourself feel good.” He coaxes with a mischievous smirk. Your sounds gradually grew louder, Chris’s hands firsted into the pillows as he struggles not to flip you over and fuck you straight into the mattress. You jump at the feeling of metal brushing over your bare skin, a shrill cry leaving you as he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. “That's my girl.” He mumbles against your skin. You feel him trail a hand along the outside of your leg, coaxing your legs open just enough for him to start pulling off your panties. He places a kiss to the inside of your knee, “still doing okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, “better than okay.” You respond with a giggle.

“Good, now let's see if I can get my pretty girl to cum for me.” He chuckles, his hot breath fanning across your skin making you shiver. Every kiss he placed ro your inner thighs was first met with the cold bite of metal. You gasp as he dips a hand in between your legs, your hips immediately bucking into his hand at the much needed contact. You whine as he teases your entrance with his fingers. “Wow, you're really fucking wet.” He breathes out. He grabs your face in his hand, keeping your eyes locked with his as he eased two long, thick fingers inside of you. “You're doing such a good fucking job.” A strangled moan forces its way past your lips with every slow, steady thrust of his fingers. Chris watches you with a hungry expression from his position perched in between your legs. You whimper as he nudges at your clit with his thumb, every small bit of contact sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He wraps a hand firmly around your hip, holding you in place as he begins to draw tight slow circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Does my pretty baby want more?” He chuckles as you give him a weak nod in response. He starts to fumble with the buckles of his mask, “better take this off so I don't hurt you.” You reach out for him, stopping him in his tracks.

“You won't hurt me… I trust you.” He freezes, staring down at you in silence for a moment. You squeak as his lips crash into yours, laying you back into the plush pillows.

“Just lay back and relax so I can take care of you.” His hands wrap around the underside of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest to give him better access to your soaked core. You cry out as he licks a long broad stripe over you, collecting your arousal on his tongue. The moan he lets out is obscene, his first taste of you absolutely intoxicating. He wasted no time diving back into you, arms wrapping around your hips so you couldn't run away, the long silicone nose of his mask resting firmly against your stomach, Chris liked how the mask tugged on his skin in sync with your squirming. He chuckles against you, making you cry out and desperately grab onto wherever you could reach him first. Heat began pooling in your core, a coil of pleasure winding tighter with every passing of Chris’s talented tongue over your clit. He hums softly, feeling your thighs beginning to tremble from their position clamped around his ears. He soothingly strokes his thumb over your hip, reaching up to take one of your hands in his

“Don't stop… please.” You whimper. Chris gives your hand a gentle squeeze in response. Your moans fall silent until he tears a scream from your throat, your orgasm ripping through you. He groans as your thighs clamp painfully tight around his head, not willing to let up from his assault on your clit. He watches you come down from your high with a delighted hum.

“You did such a good job, baby.” Chris climbs on top of you, placing a kiss to your forehead before collapsing into the mattress at your side. You could barely keep your eyes open, the warmth from being safely tucked into Chris's chest making the already hard task nearly impossible. “Rest up, love. I'll be right here when you wake up.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, a smile finding its way to your lips as you drifted off in his arms.

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You weren't sure exactly what to expect when Jim invited you to spend the day at his place, but it was an offer you definitely weren't going to refuse. Your fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel as you pulled up the long driveway, heading into the garage where he had informed you he would be working until you got there. You call his name as you step inside, finding the mountain of a man laying on the floor working on his motorcycle. “Hey, come here, I could use a hand.” He slides over on the piece of cardboard he had laid across the floor, the only padding he had between him and the rough concrete. “Wanna grab that filter off the bench for me?” You pick up the small box as you walk past and hand it to him. “Thank you.” He responds with a charming smile. “Hold this.” You quickly take the oil pan he had removed from under the bike. “Just have to fit this guy on here, and we are good to go.” He swaps out the old oil filter for the one you had brought him.

“Not that watching you change your oil isn't the most exciting thing I've ever seen,” he chuckles at your sarcasm, “but I'm curious as to why exactly you invited me over.”

“Well, it's been about a month since we got home from tour,” your cheeks grow warm as he lets his gaze lazily run over your form, “and if I'm being honest I’ve just really missed having you around every day.” He clears his throat, shaking his head bashfully before meeting your eyes. “I wanted to see you, that's all there really is to it.” Jim was always outright and honest about his feelings, it was one of the things you really liked about him. “I figured I could take you on a ride somewhere, if you'd like.” A smile spread across your face in an instant.

“Really?” He can't help but laugh at how excited you were.

“Really.” He responds with a breathtaking smile of his own. “Anywhere you want.” You were honestly a bit shocked by his proposition. Jim never let anybody touch his bike, let alone ride it.

“Kind of sounds like you're asking me on a date.” You giggle.

“Maybe I am.” He winks, not giving you a chance to respond as he stands up, cleaning off his hands on his shirt. “I'm just going to wash up real quick.” You follow him inside, scrolling through your phone in his kitchen while he diligently washed the oil from his hands. “So, where are we going?”

“I don't know, surprise me, take me somewhere with a view.” You share a laugh.

“Easy customer, I like it.” He chuckles. “You want a nice view, huh?” He trails off with a hum, grabbing a towel to dry his hands. “Alright, I think I know a place. I'm just going to change my shirt and we can get out of here.” He winks at you, causing a flustered smile to lace its way across your lips. You wondered where he could possibly take you, a bit nervous that it was going to be a long ride. You had never been on a motorcycle before, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. “Where is that fucking sweatshirt?” Jim mumbles as he wanders back into the kitchen.

“What does it look like maybe I can– holy fuck.” You clamp a hand over your mouth as the expletive tumbles from your lips. He had his back to you, the sight of his strong, broad shoulders was just about enough to make you drool. Jim had entered the kitchen shirtless, searching for whatever sweatshirt he was looking for. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him, he chuckles when he notices you're staring.

“Like what you see, love?” He teases playfully. You stutter, trying to think of a response. He snatches a black hoodie off of a coat hook, shrugging it on before coming over to you. “You ready to get going?” You nod, your gaze dropping to his chest before quickly snapping back up to his eyes. He laughs, grabbing your face in his hand. “You're so cute.” He takes your hand, leading you out to the garage. He tosses you a helmet, instructing you to put it on. He started up the motorcycle, making sure everything was running smoothly. You fumbled with the helmet’s strap, struggling to fasten it. “Let me help you, beautiful.” You shiver as his fingers graze over your neck.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask excitedly.

“Where's the fun in ruining the surprise.” He smiles. He helps you onto the back of his bike before getting on himself. He walks the bike out of the garage, looking at you over his shoulder. “Are you scared?”

“A little.” You admit bashfully.

“You don't have anything to be scared of. I'm a really safe driver, I promise.” He reassures you. You place your hands on his shoulders, waiting for him to take off. “You're probably going to want to hold on a little tighter than that.” He chuckles. “Don't be scared to wrap your arms around me.”

“Oh, I think I'll be okay.” You quickly blurt out, happy he couldn't see your flustered expression under the helmet.

“Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you.” He informs you playfully. He pulled out onto the main road, the warm breeze was nice against whatever skin was visible under your gear: the helmet covering the entirety of your face, as well as a bulky leather jacket Jim gave you to wear. ‘Safety first’, he insisted. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.” Your heart races as the engine revs, the bike lurching forward, causing you to latch your arms around his middle. “Sorry.” He laughs out a half-assed apology. You wanted to be annoyed but you didn't have it in you. After a few moments you relaxed, your head coming to rest against Jim’s back as you watched the scenery whip by. He can't help but smile at the feeling of you clinging to him, your arms struggling to wrap around his muscular form. There was something about having you with him, it just felt right. He decided to take the scenic route to the area he had picked out, figuring you wouldn't mind racing down winding back roads on the perfectly chilly autumn day. One of his hands left the handle bars, coming to rest on your thigh. “How are you doing, love?”

“Good, this is really fun.” He gives your leg a gentle squeeze before returning it to its position on his handlebars.

You could have fallen asleep with how smooth the ride was, you could tell he was a very experienced rider. “Here we are.” You hear him announce as he pulls into a small clearing on the side of the road. You squeal as he wraps an arm around your waist, allowing him to easily lift you from the bike. He tosses you over his shoulder, making you laugh. You pound at his back, ordering for him to put you down, which eventually he obliges. He helps you unfasten your helmet before removing his own. You lean against the guard rail, looking out over the lake, a towering mountain of trees rising out of the earth on the other side. The warm orange glow of the late afternoon sun reflected in the water's surface. “You wanted somewhere with a view, right?” He remarks with a smile.

You nod in response, “A very nice view, and I definitely can't complain about the company either.” Jim breathes out a chuckle at your compliment.

“You know, I meant it when I said I missed getting to see you all the time.” His fingers ghost over your cheeks before he carefully rests his hand against the side of your face.

“I'm sure it didn't make that big of a difference.” You respond with a soft laugh, having trouble meeting his eyes.

“Sure it did,” he starts nervously, swallowing thickly. “Every morning on tour you’d come meet up with us for breakfast. I’d listen to you ramble on to Sid about your plans for the day… it was really cute.” He chuckles, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I was surprised when you texted me this morning.” You admit. “I didn't think I’d hear from you again until the next circuit.”

“Well, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, so–” he cuts himself off as he clears his throat. In one swift movement, you push yourself up onto your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for inviting me out today.” You whisper.

“Anytime.” You and Jim stay for a while longer before deciding to head back. This time once you were comfortably seated on his motorcycle your arms immediately slipped around him. You didn't want the ride to end, not sure if you would ever get the opportunity to be this close to him again. “Everything alright, love?”

You nod, “I'm just going to miss you when I leave, that's all.” Jim pauses for a moment, taking in the image of you still perched against his bike.

“You know, you could always stay.” Your heart begins to race as he slowly saunters closer to you. “I definitely wouldn't complain.” He chuckles. You swallow thickly, his eyes staying locked on yours as he towers over you. He carefully tilts your chin up with his finger, his gaze slowly trailing to your lips. Your breath catches in your throat as his lips suddenly land on yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you allow your hands to slide across his chest and over his shoulders. He easily lifted you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist. He carries you towards the house, both of you perfectly content letting your night continue just like this.

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Today was going better than you could have ever hoped for. You had managed to make it to the barrier of the stage to watch your favorite band, even securing a spot in front of your favorite members' mixing table. Everyone you had met today had been nice so far, you had made a few friends in que, though you had managed to lose them in the chaos of securing your spot. You went rigid as someone tried to shove you from the railing. “Come on, sweetheart, this is a real metal show, you shouldn't be down here.” A guy behind you chuckles. You decided to just ignore him, looking straight forward and holding firmly onto your place. He began to shout various questions and rude statements at you every so often.

“She's probably one of those tik tok e girls who only listens to Custer and Duality to be edgy.” He was finally shut up by the band blasting into their first song.

“I fucking love my job.” Sid laughs giddily as he begins climbing the staging at the side of the stage. Was this a dumb idea? Probably. But, it more than likely wouldn't kill him, and it was going to look really fucking cool, those were the only 2 reasons he needed. He looked out over the massive crowd as he hung high off the metal staging. He screamed as he let himself free fall into the waiting pool of people below. The breath is knocked from Sid’s lungs as he's immediately snatched into the crowd, getting pulled and tossed around until eventually he falls through a hole in the sea of hands, landing right in front of you. His eyes meet yours and for a second you wondered if you were dreaming. There was no way that the Sid Wilson was taking your hand and helping you up from where you had gotten knocked over. “I didn't kick you, did I?” He screams over the music, fighting against the pulls from fans and the security guard that was trying to drag him out of the pit alike. You shake your head, staring back at him in pure shock. He chuckles, “I only bite if you ask nicely, don't worry.” He winks at you.

“Of course, the poser gets all the attention.” The guy from earlier scoffs. Sid’s smile falters, his gaze turning dangerously to the man behind you.

“You better watch your fucking mouth.” He snaps, his features softening once again as his attention turns back to you. “Enjoy the rest of the show, baby, I'll be watching you from right up there.” He quickly takes your hand, leaning down to kiss it, but laughing when his mask gets in the way. He winks at you before bounding back up to the stage.

The guy behind you scoffs, “typical, special treatment just for a pair of tits.” It was impossible not to have a good time, especially now that you had the band's cute DJ waving and blowing kisses at you every chance he got. Every so often you would get a harsh shove or a punch to the back, every time you shot him an annoyed look he would just spit something out about how “this is a mosh pit, you should expect to get hit.”

Later into their set, you were laughing, dancing along with Sid who had, once again, run up to the edge of the stage in order to give you some attention. You lurch forward, your hand coming to the sharp pain in the back of your head, where you had just been struck hard with an elbow. Sid vaulted over the equipment that sat between the stage and the pit, rushing to the barrier. He grabs the guy by the shirt, pulling him away from you in order to keep you out of harm's way. He clearly saw the deliberate strike to your head, and he had watched your annoyed expression too many times tonight as he roughly knocked into you. Sid swings without thinking, letting his fist land wherever it wants to strike. “You wanna fucking swing mother fucker? I'll give you someone to fucking swing on!” Security rushed over to him, pulling him off the guy in the crowd. “Quit beating up on girls, you're a fucking loser!” He screams, jabbing the guy in the chest with his finger. “You, you're coming with me.” Your arms latch around his neck as Sid reaches over the barrier, scooping you into his arm. The guy started screaming some insult at Sid who immediately turned around and barked in the guy's face.

“Thank you.” All you could do was stare at him dumbfounded as he jogged over to the stairs at the side of the stage.

“There's no need to thank me, baby. That guy was a fucking douchebag.” Once he gets you backstage he sets you down. “Are you okay? He hit you pretty hard.”

“Yeah, I'll be alright, nothing some Tylenol can't fix.” You laugh.

“Well, I can't send you back out there with that asshole,” your heart races as a smile spreads across his lips. He steps closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your waist. “Why don't you come dance for me on stage, beautiful?” He takes you by the hand, leading you out in front of the crowd of hundreds of people. Sid singles out the guy from earlier in the crowd, flipping him off before returning to your side. He wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you close as you head up to his mixing table. His smile was intoxicating, your cheeks growing warm as his eyes flicker over your features. “You're going to make it very hard to not get distracted.” He chuckles. Sid’s eyes never left you for the rest of the show. The two of you laughing, dancing, and screaming together. It felt like you had known him your entire life.

You scream as Sid playfully grabs you, pulling your smaller form into him. You giggle as he rocks you side to side, crushing you in a hug. “Come on, you're gonna play the last song with me.”

“I don't know how to DJ.” You try to argue with a DJ.

“That's what I'm there for, beautiful.” You found yourself relaxing into him, his chest firmly against your back, one arm firmly wrapped around your waist unless it was needed for him to perform. He wraps you in a tight hug as you finish the song together, showering you with praise as he nuzzles his face against yours. You waited off to the side of the stage while the band gave their final bows, clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd. Sid bounds up to you the moment he's finished, arms flinging around you in order to pull you as tightly to him as possible. You smile as you look up at him, bright blue eyes holding you firmly in place.

“You're absolutely incredible.” You admit in absolute awe. He laughs bashfully, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the floor. “And thank you for stepping in with that guy earlier, I don't think I ever got to thank you properly.” Sid’s breath catches in his throat as you lean in, carefully pressing your lips to his masked cheek.

“I don't deal well with guys like that. I'm happy I could've helped.” He stops one of the crew members as they walk by, pulling a marker out of their pocket. He takes a hold of your arm, quickly scribbling down his phone number. “We're in town for a few more days, I was hoping that, maybe I could take you on a date?” You could hear the nervousness in his tone, you thought it was cute.

“I'd like that.” You respond with a shy smile of your own.

“Sid, are you gonna kiss her or what, dude?” He laughs as he hears one of the guys yell. “The two of you have been drooling over each other all night!”

Sid looks at you nervously, his eyes quickly starting to your lips and then back up to yours. “I'm sorry,” you start playfully, “am I witnessing the one and only Sid Wilson being afraid of something.

He rolls his eyes, “please, I'm not afraid of anything. Fear only holds you back in life.”

“Then kiss me.” His eyes widened, slightly shocked by your bold statement. He hurriedly discards his mask, lips crashing into yours as his hands come up to cup cheeks. Sid hums as he melts into the kiss, his hands wandering wherever they can find a good hold. Kissing him left you feeling a little dizzy, your eyes fluttering open to meet his stunning gaze as he breaks the kiss. “Wow.” You mumble against his lips.

“Wow is an understatement.” He laughs. “Can I take you out tomorrow? Please?” You nod, placing another chaste kiss to his lips.

“I'd like that.”

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You woke up as the sun started streaming through the hotel window. Chris had an arm circled around your waist, holding you close where you had curled up against his chest during the night. He was still asleep, the black greasepaint from the night prior still sticking to his skin in splotches, meaning he probably wiped his face off on the clothes on the floor instead of actually getting out of bed. The thought made you smile, knowing it was probably done in an attempt to not wake you. You trace your finger along the outlines of one of his tattoos, trying your best to drink in the memory of this the best you could. It felt nice waking up in his arms. It hurt a little knowing this would probably be the only time it would happen. You knew your little arrangement would never be anything more than friends with benefits, which you were content with that, but part of you wished you and Chris could be something more.

He hums softly, his fingers gently weaving their way into your hair. He contently played with the strands between his fingers, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your hip. His eyes were still closed, he must've assumed you were still asleep. You laid like that for a while, neither of you in a hurry to start your day. He glances down at you, finally realizing you were awake. “Good morning.” He smiles down at you. His voice was raspy, still thick with sleep as you lay in the early morning silence.

“Good morning.” You reply softly. “Sorry, I didn't mean to spend the night.”

He chuckles, “trust me, I'm not going to complain about waking up to such a pretty face.” His grip tightens on you slightly as he presses his lips to the top of your head. “Whenever you find yourself in my bed you're more than welcome to stay,” he mumbles, “and I'm really hoping last night wasn't just a one time thing.” Your cheeks grow warm under his flirty expression.

“I hope not either.” You laid in silence, listening to the steady pounding of Chris’s heart under your ear.

You were traveling for the next few days, meaning you got to spend a lot of time together. You had been worried that the band would find out about yours and Chris’s little arrangement, but you just couldn't seem to stay away from him. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to be together during down time to begin with, often preferring each other’s easy, familiar company over worrying what chaos could ensue with the others. Chris, however, liked to see just how much he could get away with teasing you, enjoying turning you into a flustered mess whenever he got the chance. You sat on the couch in the tour bus, Chris sharing the blanket he had dragged out from his bunk with him. It was still early in the morning, the others you shared the space with down the hall. You scrolled absentmindedly through your phone, Chris watching on disinterestedly behind you. You couldn't help but notice he seemed extra fidgety over the past couple of days. Even now he couldn't seem to stop his hands from wandering, fingers distractedly massaging into your muscles. His hands slid over the tops of your thighs, you shiver as you feel him ghost his fingers over your skin.

He was going to lose his mind at this rate. Just being able to put his hands on you was enough to make his heart race. He never got the release he so desperately craved after his night alone with you. He didn't dare try to jack off in the tour bus bathroom, the walls were way too thin for that. The last thing he needed was to receive a ration of shit for the rest of the tour if any of the guys heard him. He's snapped from his thoughts when a soft whimper slips past your lips. Chris’s hands had been busy while his mind wandered. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, both of your hands grabbed tightly to the paw he had pressed flat to your stomach, the other absentmindedly tracing shapes into the top of your thigh. He chuckles, his hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear making a shiver run down your spine. “Sorry, baby,” he whispers, “it's hard to keep my hands off you.”

By the time you had reached your next stop on tour Chris was ready to tear you apart. You walked up to him before the start of the show, he jumps when you put a hand on his shoulder. “Everything alright?” You ask quietly, hoping the others wouldn't notice how tense he was.

“Yeah, just a little worked up sweetheart, that's all.” He reassures you. He was signaled to get ready to head on. He turns back to you, his gaze flashing to your lips for a moment. “You just keep those pretty eyes on me and I'll be just fine.” He finishes in a sultry tone, shooting you a wink.

“That won't be hard,” you smirk playfully. You push yourself up on your toes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Play a good show for me.” You whisper, letting your hand trail down his arm as you continue past him to the rest of the crew.

You had never seen him perform like that. Your heart raced, the look in Chris’s eyes as they met yours made your knees weak. You notice him chuckle, studying you with a playful expression before turning back to his drums.

After the show was over he stalks up to you, a dark, hungry look in his eyes. He quickly checks to make sure the others weren't paying attention before grabbing you by the hand and pulling you away from all the commotion. He pulls you into an empty dressing room, slamming the door shut behind him. His lips crash into yours, the metal zipper of his mask pressing harshly into your skin. His hands roam your body, mapping out your curves before settling onto your ass. He pulls you flush against him, you could feel his hard cock press into your stomach through his jumpsuit. “Touch me… please…” He manages to get out through his ragged breathing.

“Okay.” You stutter apprehensively. You'd be lying if you said this wasn't a scenario you had fantasized yourself in frequently. But, now that the opportunity has presented itself, you found yourself frozen with anxiety.

He takes your face in his hand, a tenderness underneath his hungry expression. “Only if you want to.”

“I want to,” you start trying, and failing, to break away from his intense gaze. “I just want to do a good job.” Chris shivers at such an innocent sounding confession.

“Trust me, baby, you don't have anything to worry about.” He chuckles. “Do you want some help getting started?” You nod, looking up at Chris in a way that makes his knees weak. “Come here, beautiful.” He brings you to the couch in the room, pulling you down next to him. You let out a pleased hum as he pulls your lips back to his. He takes your hand, running his thumb through the valley of your knuckles. He groans as he presses your palm into his rock hard member, his hips immediately beginning to roll slightly at the welcomed friction. He lets you set the pace, getting used to how he feels in your hand, the thick fabric barrier of his jumpsuit making it so he wouldn't finish too quickly. He couldn't remember the last time he had a release, even just the slowly steady motions of your hesitant touch left his mind hazy. You could feel him holding back, his fingers digging harshly into your waist with every obscene groan that fell from his lips. Chris definitely was not quiet, the room filled with his curses and moans that he tried his best to suppress. He growls into your mouth as you press the heel of your hand into the sensitive head of his cock. You make quick work of unzipping his jumpsuit, eager to get your hands on him. He quickly gets himself out of the confines of his clothes, your excitement about the situation only turning him on more. He settles into the cushions, his arms resting across the back of the couch. He chuckles against your lips as you pull him back into another kiss, the metal zipper now warm against your skin. You feel his fingers lace into your hair, holding you in the kiss to allow your focus to wander. His skin was hot to the touch, his heart pounding against your palm. You felt the way his muscles shifted under your touch as you slid your hand down his torso, his burly form completely passive under your movements.

He curses against your lips when your fingers finally graze over his member, his grip in your hair tightening. He takes your hand in his, showing you exactly how he wanted you to hold his cock. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that, baby.” His hand slides from your hair to your cheek, his thumb stroking against your cheek as his forehead comes to rest against yours. Chris knew he wasn't going to last long once you had gotten started, the weeks it's been since he's had a proper release paired with your careful, hesitant motions has him digging his nails into the leather couch in order to keep himself from snapping instantly. His bright blue eyes pierced into yours, he couldn't look away from the absolutely sinful expression on your face. You felt his cock twitch in your hand, he struggled to muffle another strangled moan that bubbles up in his throat.

“You're really hot.” The thought tumbles from your lips without much thought, but it was enough to send Chris over the edge. He growls, his lips crashing back into yours as he uses your mouth to dampen the loud groans of pleasure as he finishes. Hot, sticky cum pools over your hand, Chris’s hands wrapping around yours to increase the pace of your strokes.

“Holy fuck.” His breath shakes as he groans, his hips jolting to meet your hand as he forces himself to sit through the overstimulation. Gradually his pace slows, his chest heaving with every labored breath, his glowing with sweat. He wraps an arm around you, holding you close as he catches his breath.

“Was that okay?” You ask nervously.

“Oh man,” he breathes out with a chuckle. He lets his head lull to the side to look at you. “That was a lot better than okay, baby. You made me a fucking mess.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He looks around the room, cursing under his breath when he realizes there's nothing to clean himself up with.

“Here.” You peel your shirt over your head, offering it to him. “I'll just wear my jacket when we leave.”

He pulls off his mask, tossing it onto the floor. His face was dripping with sweat, his black paint smearing across his features. “I have a sweatshirt back in the dressing room, you can take that.” Your cheeks grow warm at the thought of wearing Chris’s clothes. He cleans himself up, holding you in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes before getting up. “You stay here, I'll be right back.” You smile as he presses his lips to the top of your head before slipping from the room.

The only thought that crossed your mind as you watched him disappear behind the door was how much trouble you were in. It was growing more undeniable every day that you were starting to develop feelings for one long nosed percussionist.

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All of this had started because of a joke. You had convinced your friends to set aside time at the festival you were at to go see your favorite band. They only had 2 conditions: you had to make it to the stage, and you had to flash one of the members. Both tasks were completed with a surprising amount of ease. You had convinced the hulking mass of a man in the pit next to you to hoist you up onto his shoulders. Chris easily spotted you from your position perched above the crowd. You had been flirting with him all night, a fact that had left him incredibly turned on and even more frustrated about the fact he couldn't do anything about it. He points at you, demonic growls focused in your direction. You watch his entire expression turn to shock as you lift your shirt, flashing him. He stood frozen on the stage, staring at your chest for much longer than necessary before letting out a bewildered laugh.

You later found yourself bent in half inside of his bunk, the tight confines making him press impossibly deep inside of you. His shoulders heaved with every labored breath, the sound muffled by his mask. You struggle to stifle a giggle as he whacks his head on the ceiling, letting out a pained groan. “Are you okay, baby?” You coo once your laughter had subsided. You carefully take his face in your hands, he could feel the warmth of your palms through his mask. The way you looked at him made his heart race.

The two of you made things official a few days later.

You and Chris had been seeing each other for a while when he asked if he could make a request. “You can absolutely say no, but I was thinking… for my birthday, um…” he clears his throat, you feel him shift awkwardly from his position holding you in bed. “How would you feel about having sex with someone else while I watched?” Every word came out carefully, his fingers nervously drumming against your hip.

“You'd be okay with that? It wouldn't make you jealous or–”

“No, I think it would be pretty fucking hot if I'm being honest.” He chuckles, burying his face in your hair. “But, that's only if you're comfortable doing something like that, there's no pressure.”

You let his proposition hang in the air for a moment. “Did you have anyone in mind?”

Chris couldn't decide where he wanted to look most. Your face screwed up in pleasure, the way your plush ass rippled with every fast, sharp thrust from Sid’s hips, everything about the situation that played out before him was absolutely sinful to look at. Chris rutted into his palm, a string of curses and your name falling from his lips as he sat in the chair placed off to the side in your room. “You weren't kidding,” Sid growls, “she is really fucking pretty, Chris.” He takes a firstful of your hair, guiding you along his length. Your thighs tremble as you struggle to stay on your knees.

He lets out a low hum, “yes she is, my pretty girl.” Your breath catches at the sudden compliment. Sid groans, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck,” he growls with a chuckle. “You liked that, didn't you, baby girl? Keep talking to her, Chris.” Sid presses your back flush to his chest, giving Chris the perfect view of him fucking into you. “You like having your boyfriend watch you get split open on my cock, baby? Such a dirty fucking girl.” You moan as he drags his tongue up the side of your face, his talented fingers dipping in between your legs to toy with your clit.

“You're doing such a good job, love.” Chris groans, his hungry gaze raking over your body. “You like being used, pretty girl?”

Sid lets out another loud groan, “with how tight this pussy squeezed my cock when you said that, I think she might.” He chuckles, resting his chin on your shoulder. Chris stands from his chair with a groan, his eyes locked on yours as he approaches you.

“Hands.” He commands softly. Your fingers slide over his rough, calloused palms. He wraps one of your hands around his erection, setting the pace for you. “Is Sid making you feel good, baby?” You nod, your mind hazy with pleasure. He brings your free hand to his lips, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles. He gently grabs your face, keeping your gaze directed at him. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to hide a flirtatious smile. Sid curses loudly as you squeeze around him. “You.” You respond breathlessly. Chris chuckles as a feeling of pride burns in his chest.

“That's right, that's my girl.” Hearing him emphasize that you were his only made the coil of pleasure in your core wind tighter. You drop your hands to the mattress, taking Chris into your mouth. He curses, cradling your head in his hand. He was pushed deeper into your throat with every harsh thrust from Sid, tears gathering along your lashes as you gagged around his cock. “My pretty girl,” Chris groans, “you're doing such a good fucking job.” You moan around him, pleasure fluttering through your core at his praise.

“Fuck, I tap out.” Sid chuckles. He grabs into your hips, his thrusts steadily losing their rhythm as he gives into his impending climax. His hips stutter to a stop as he finishes, his fingers digging into your hips as he steadies himself. He eased himself out of you, leaving you alone with Chris while he removed his condom.

He hisses as you pull him out of your mouth, he guides you upwards, pulling you into a gender kiss. “Are you having a good time, baby?” He asks you gently, cradling your face in your hand.

You nod, your hazy, fucked out expression making Chris’s heart race. “Are you?”

“Oh yeah.” He responds quickly, making you both laugh. “That was really hot watching you like that.” He gives you another few chaste kisses. “Maybe, we could invite Sid to join us more often.” He offers.

“I definitely won't say no to that.” The bed sinks under Sid’s weight as he kneels back on the mattress. You shiver as his warm hands ghost over your body, sandwiching you in between him and Chris. “It definitely would be a lot better than having to fuck my fist all tour.” He jokes with a laugh.

Chris’s expression darkens as his eyes flash to the other man. “As long as we have an understanding that she’s mine.” His threatening tone made you squeeze your thighs together in arousal.

Sid chuckles, “no need to get all defensive. She's your girl.” You yelp as he nips at her ear. “I'm just happy to have such a pretty new toy to play with.” Your cheeks burn, slightly embarrassed by how much that statement turned you on. “Now, do you want to keep asserting your dominance Mr. Alpha male, or are you going to break this pretty girl and fuck her stupid.” Sid shoots Chris a mischievous look, his hands slipping underneath your thighs in order to easily hold you in place for the other man. Your knees pressed into your chest, Chris groans at the sight of you put perfectly on display for him. He grabs your face in his hand, keeping your eyes locked on his as he slowly slides himself inside of you. He lets out an obscene groan, his forehead falling to rest against yours. You squeal as Sid starts to rub right circles on your clit, Chris groans as he feels you squeeze around him. “So pretty,” Sid coos, “I get why he's so possessive of you.” He chuckles.

“That's right, but she knows she's all mine. Right, love?” You nod lazily in response, moans slipping easily from your lips as you cling desperately to your boyfriend. Chris presses your thighs to your chest, Sid's hot tongue trailing over your neck as he tweaks your nipples in between his fingers.

“Chris,” you moan his name, hazy eyes meeting his, “ ‘s too much.” He quietly shushes you.

“Think you got a little more in you, baby?” You could tell he was close, his gaze ravenous as his hips snap hungrily into you. You nod, pulling him down to kiss you. Sid holds all your weight, your body going limp as your orgasm rips through you. At the sight of you utterly gone Chris loses control, fucking you through his climax with a strangled groan. He eases out of you and takes you into his arms. His breathing was ragged as he came down from his high, Sid collapsing into the bed next to you, arms sprawled out to the side. You can't help but laugh as you hear them high five.

“I wasn't too rough with you, was I, sugar?” Sid asks sweetly. You shake your head in response. He breathes out a sigh of relief, “that was fun.” He chuckles, the three of you settling into the quiet that surrounded you.

“Sid,” Chris starts, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your shoulder. “If it's alright with her… I think we might be able to come up with some type of arrangement.”

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You stood barefoot on the rough concrete landing outside your motel room door, leaning against the thin metal railing that allowed you to overlook the parking lot from the third floor. “Room and a view, can't get much better than this.” You can't help but smile at the sound of Chris's voice coming out of one of the rooms.

“You're up early.” You respond, earning a chuckle from Chris when he hears how fried your vocal chords were from the show the night prior. On top of being in charge of the band’s mech table, you were also their self declared number one fan. Every show Chris would watch you dance along from your position at the booth, screaming the words with whoever was out on to work with you that night.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He explains, joining you at your side.

“Nervous about the show tonight?” He nods in response.

“We sold out.” You could hear the anxiety tugging at his voice. “Which, don't get me wrong, that's great–”

“But, it's a lot of pressure.” You finish his thought.

“Yeah.” You reach over, taking his hand in yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you.” He states softly. You knew that on days like these, Chris liked having you close. The distraction of having you near him, being able to distractedly run his hands over you, it helped put him at ease.

“You're going to go out there, and you're going to kick ass just like you do every night. And, I'll be watching you the whole time.” Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes meet his.

“Promise?” You felt your face grow warm, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze. He smiles as his attention drops to your lips.

“Promise.” You respond softly when you finally manage to collect yourself.

“What the fuck are you two doing out here?” You jump as a groggy Mick trudges out onto the landing, the sludge they passed as complimentary coffee steaming in a flimsy foam cup.

Chris let out an irritated sigh, obviously annoyed that your time alone together had been cut short. “Just hanging out, man.” Mick’s attention immediately turns to your hand, which Chris was still holding. He clears his throat, slipping his fingers from your grasp.

“Sure you are.” Mick chuckles, heading back inside his room.

You sat crammed into one of the bench seats inside the van, crushed in between Chris and Paul. Chris silently slides an arm around your shoulders, allowing you to nestle into his side for a little more space. You feel his thumb rub over your arm in slow, languid strokes. He doesn't dare look at you, his heart already pounding in his chest. Every so often you would chime in the conversation about merch sales and whether or not you needed any help setting up. “At most someone can carry some of the boxes from the van to the table? Someone likes to overfill them when we pack up.” Jim chuckles behind you. “Not all of us can lift 200 pounds, big guy.” You joke.

“I'm sure Chris wouldn't mind helping you out.” Mick offers.

“Not at all,” your heart thrums as your eyes meet his, “whatever you need, baby.” He winks at you with a smile.

Chris kept his word. As you rolled up to the venue, he hopped out of the van, grabbing 2 of the plastic folding tables you had brought with you at a time, lugging both inside and quickly getting them set up for you before going to grab the boxes of merch. You took your time to carefully set up the display, making sure the designs you had available were visible. “This should be the last of them.” You turned around to thank him, your words dying in your throat when your eyes landed on him. At some point he had taken off his shirt to deal with the early morning heat, droplets of sweat coating his skin. You couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from his arms, making him chuckle. “Everything alright, baby?” You could hear the playful, teasing tone in his voice.

“Yeah, thank you, Chris.” You finally manage to meet his gaze, his eyes momentarily dropping down to your lips. He jogged off towards the stage when they called him for sound check, taking one final glance at you over his shoulder. You danced and sang along with what they were playing. Once you had finished your setup you decided to wander down towards the stage. They were just about finished with their check, probably only having another 2 or 3 songs to go. Chris smiles at you when he notices you're there. You stand right at the barrier to the stage, unable to tear your eyes off of him. He smirks, grabbing his mic and coming to the edge closest to you. You froze as his eyes met yours, face to face with him as he growled demonically into the mic.

You swallow thickly, a soft ‘wow’ falling from your lips only to be immediately swallowed up in the noise. You were struggling not to drool over the sight of him, the way his arms flexed as he drummed, his strong, burly body threatening to bring you to your knees. Chris could feel your eyes on him the entire time, it only pushes him to show off however he could. He jumps down in front of you, a smirk lacing its way across his lips as he notices your flustered expression. “What's that look for?” He asks playfully.

“You're, um,” your mouth felt so dry, “you just look really good up there, that's all.” Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat as you realized what you had said.

“You think I look good, huh?” His heart raced at the compliment. “I wish you could be down here during the show, I'm sure you'd look really pretty under those stage lights.”

“Unfortunately someone needs to run the merch table or I'd be right down in front.” There was a pang of disappointment as you watched him pull his T-shirt over his head. “There's nothing I want more than to get face to face with my favorite musician during a show.”

It was your turn to catch him off guard. A look of surprise flashing across his features before he chuckles at your statement. Before he had a chance to say anything else, Corey called for him to get back on stage so they could finish up.

Tonight was another successful show all around. Merch just about sold out, the venue was packed, and the crowd practically tore the place apart. You stood behind your table, packing up the few shirts you had left. “Busy night?” He wanted to melt at the sight of your sleepy smile.

“Oh yeah, I had people fighting over some of the stuff.” You share a laugh.

“Want some help getting everything loaded up?” He asks softly.

“Please, I'm so tired.” You whine, making him chuckle. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You allow yourself to melt into him, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you settle into his side.

“You just let me take care of everything, okay?” Your cheeks grow warm as he carefully runs a thumb under your eye. “Eyelash.” He whispers, holding it out on his finger. “Make a wish.” He whispers. You take a deep breath, allowing yourself a moment to steady. A plethora of wishes flashed through your mind: how you wanted the band to take off, to superficial things like a new car… but, what you really wanted was for Chris to kiss you. You hadn't been able to get the memory of him from soundcheck earlier that day out of your head. Every time you looked up at him on stage your heart would pound, remembering what he had said to you earlier. You blew the eyelash away, your gaze meeting his with a playful expression. Chris made quick work of cleaning up. Before you knew it, you were back in the vans heading to the motel. You could barely keep your eyes open, your head every so often falling onto Chris's shoulder before you would snap yourself awake.

The others groaned as they made their way up to their rooms. You caught Chris’s hand in your own, holding him back from the group. He leans against the railing, drinking in the sight of you. “You were incredible tonight,” you start bashfully, “I couldn't keep my eyes off you.”

“Careful,” he chuckles, “you're going to make me think you have a crush on me or something.”

“Maybe I do.” The words come out before you have a chance to stop them. Your eyes widen as you process your confession, your heart pounding in your chest. You try to follow up with any sort of remark at all, only managing to stutter out sounds.

Chris moves without warning, his hands coming to cradle your face as his lips crash into yours. You let out a startled sound, stumbling back slightly as your arms slide over his shoulders to keep you upright. Kissing him was everything you could have hoped it would be and so much more. Your head spun, your lungs burned as you fought against the urge to breathe, every nerve in your body where Chris’s body touched yours was on fire.

Just as quickly the kiss had started it was over.

Chris gazed down at you nervously as he tried to figure out how you were going to respond to his actions. Your eyes flicker over his features, eventually meeting the brilliant blue you were used to seeing stare back at you. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow?” He spits out, the abruptness making you giggle.

“I'd really like that.” You smile softly at him. You push yourself up on his toes, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Goodnight, Chris.”

“Goodnight.” He reluctantly lets his fingers fall away from where they were resting on you, sharing one final, longing glance back at him before parting ways for the evening.

When your door clicks shut Chris quietly celebrates by himself out on the landing. Asking you out didn't go as he had planned, but he couldn't care less about that right now. When he slipped back into his motel room everyone else was already asleep. He quietly slips into the bathroom to get himself ready for the night.

He groans as he slips under the covers, getting as comfortable as he could on the ancient, too hard mattress. He lays there for a while, unable to sleep. He could hear soft sounds coming through the walls from your room. He holds his breath, making the room as quiet as he listens intently. “Chris…” he shoots straight up in bed, cursing as one of the others stirs. The sound he was hearing was you. He listens intently through the wall, soft moans and whimpers falling effortlessly from your lips.

He definitely wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

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You couldn't keep the dumb smile off your face as you shut the door to your motel room. You bring your fingers to your lips, the feeling of Chris’s lips against yours still tingling on your skin.

He kissed you.

He really kissed you.

He kissed you and asked you out on a date.

You wanted to scream, you were so happy. You placed a hand over your chest, your heart was racing. You wished you could have kissed him again, but you didn’t want to run the risk of things accidentally getting a little too heated between the two of you. After seeing him shirtless at soundcheck earlier you were ashamed to admit you had been allowing your mind to wander quite a bit. That remained true as you got ready for bed. Part of you wondered if you could convince him to come over to your room, your roommate electing to go stay with family nearby, the bed was more comfortable, you didn't blame her. The only issue was you couldn't just walk over and knock on his door, god only knows who would end up answering. You collapsed back into the hard mattress with a huff, staring up at the off-white ceiling in a futile attempt to get to sleep. Your mind wandered back to sound check earlier that day, he just looked so good. The stage lights making the sweat that dropped down his skin glow, his shoulders heaving with his labored breathing after giving it all on his drums. What you wouldn't give to see him like that up close, pinned underneath him in bed. You bit your lip, fidgeting with the edge of the thin sheets. This definitely wasn't the first time you had fantasized about Chris, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. But, could you really blame yourself? If anything, it was his fault. Always flustering you with compliments, you couldn't have a conversation with him that didn't end up with him staring at your lips, every time he called you baby it made your heart race, every small thing that he did managed to drive you insane in the best way possible.

You sighed as your fingers passed over your sensitive bundle of nerves, desperately searching for any type of friction. It was hard finding time to yourself on tour, always crammed into the vans or piled into whatever few rooms you can manage to secure at some cheap hotel. This was the first time in weeks you had been alone, you were planning on making the most of it. “Chris…” His name fell from your lips without much thought, wishing more than anything else that he could be here on top of you taking care of your needs. Your mind was hazy as you thought about how good his hands would feel on your body, his strong arms able to toss you around at will, putting you into the exact position he wanted you in.

You nearly screamed as your phone rang, quickly picking up the line, hoping the ringing hadn't woken up any of your neighbors. “Hello?” Your voice shook, the adrenaline from the moment making your heart race.

“Hey,” your breath caught in your throat when you hear Chris’s voice on the other end of the line, “I know you're probably trying to be quiet, but the walls are really thin–”

“I am so sorry.” You apologize immediately, mortified he had heard you.

“Baby, you don't have anything to apologize for. I think you're really fucking hot.” He chuckles. “You really miss me that much already, huh?” He teases you playfully, making your cheeks burn. You hear him let out a nervous sigh, “...Maybe I could help you out?” If it wasn't for the fact you could hear your pulse pounding in your ears you would have sworn your heart stopped. He was really offering to have phone sex with you from the next room over? The idea seemed absurd, obscene… but oddly enough, it was also a huge turn on.

“You're not worried about the others hearing you?”

You hear him groan, the sound of springs squeaking, and plastic clattering against plastic as he fumbles with the phone, getting out of bed. After a moment there was a soft click followed by Chris letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Locking himself in the bathroom wouldn't allow him complete privacy, much like the walls, the bathroom door was probably thin enough to hear you breathe behind. “I'll try my best to be quiet if you do.” He chuckles.

“I can't make any promises.” You giggle in response, something about not having to meet his eyes made you feel a little more bold than you normally would have otherwise. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about what it would be like to have you on top of me since sound check earlier.”

You hear him breathe out a laugh, “poor baby, you should have said something. There were plenty of dark corners I could have had my way with you in.” You bite your lip, squeezing your legs together to try and dull the throbbing need at your core. “But, you probably would have been a little too loud if I had done that.” He teases.

“Hey, it's not my fault these walls are paper thin.” You shoot back playfully.

“It’s probably a good thing I'm not over there with you right now,” Chris’s breath shudders as he starts to palm himself through his pants, “I'm not sure I’d be able to hold back if I managed to get my hands on you.”

“Oh yeah?” He could hear the seductive smirk dripping from your tone, the image was enough to have a growl bubble up in his throat. You return to your earlier actions, rubbing small, slow circles onto your clit. “What do you want to do to me, Chris?” He lets out a low, dangerous chuckle. The sound of you saying his name was just about enough to drive him crazy, your playful tone threatening to bring him to his knees.

“I wanna eat that pretty pussy of yours til you cry.” Your breath hitches, a soft whimper making it past your lips. “You’d like that, wouldn't you, beautiful?” He struggles to stop a loud groan from escaping him as he slowly strokes himself, hissing softly as he runs his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. “I would eat you out until you couldn't think straight anymore, then I'd make you cum all over my fingers.” He hums as he hears you curse under your breath. “Hold my pretty girl in my lap and make you ride cock.” He curses under his breath, clearing his throat. “I think it might be a bit better if I come over there and show you, don't you think baby?” Your heart thundered in your chest, you were sure he could hear it even through the phone.

“What are you waiting for?” You respond with as much blind confidence as you can muster. The line went dead. You scrambled out of bed, barely being able to make it over to the door to unlock it before Chris was out of his room and on the other side. He pushes through the door, his massive form looking over you as he quickly closes the gap between the two of you, slamming the door shut behind him, making both of you cringe.

“Sorry,” he whispers with a chuckle, “got a little carried away.” His hands slide over your waist, pulling you in close to him as his lips find their way to yours. You can't help but smile into the kiss as you feel his hands slide over your ass. He groans as you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, his fingers pressing into your soft skin with near bruising force. You let out a surprised squeak as he effortlessly scoops you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist in order to carry you towards the bed. He sits on the edge of the mattress with you in his lap, large hands wrapping around your hips in order to help hold you upright. “I can't tell you how fucking excited I am to finally get my hands on you.” He murmurs against your lips, chuckling when he feels you shiver. You can't help but lean into him as he pulls you into another mind numbing kiss, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. The fabric getting trapped in between your bodies made it a difficult task to get it off him. Chris, eventually deciding you had struggled enough, kept one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other ripping his T-shirt over his head. You moan softly as he presses his lips to your pulse, allowing your hands the chance to roam his body as he continues to press wet, open mouthed kisses to your neck. You wanted to memorize everything about him: how he tensed under your touch, the soft, plushness of his tummy, how the coarse chest hair that carpeted his chest felt under your fingertips. You gasped as you felt him nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. “Pretty girl,” he whispers against your skin, “you gotta stay quiet for me, okay?”

You nod, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Chris took his time exploring the way you felt in his hands: how your skin dimpled under his touch as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, how you struggled to stop any of your cute gasps from slipping past your lips whenever he passed over a particularly sensitive area of your neck, just how small you looked pressed against his much larger, stronger frame. His hands slip under your shirt, he groans at the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips. His eyes meet yours, silently asking you permission to remove your clothes. He wastes no time slipping your shirt over your head. He takes a moment just to study you, your cheeks burning under his careful attention. You squeak as in one swift motion you're lifted from Chris’s lap and laid across the mattress. He pins you underneath him, lips crashing into yours as he crushes you under his weight. You shiver as you feel his hand run down your side, hooking a finger into the waistband of your pants and easing them down your legs. You can't help but trail after him as he pulls away, your lips still tingling from his assault. He wraps two strong arms around your hips, dragging you to the position he wanted you in at the edge of the bed. You clamp a hand over your mouth, muffling the loud moan that escaped you as Chris dove between your legs. You feel him chuckle against you, the vibrations making your thighs tremble. Your back arches off the bed as he hums against you, hazy blue eyes studying your every movement. Your hips roll in time with every slow, skilled movement from his tongue. His hands slide up your torso, his large hands pawing at your breasts. You moan softly, keening into his touch, as he toys with your nipples.

“You're doing such a good job, baby.” He praises you before pulling your clit back into his mouth. You cover your face with a pillow, trying to cover the moans he effortlessly pulled from you. Your thighs clamped around his head as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. Just when you thought you were about to finish he pulls away from you, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. You hear Chris chuckle, you gasp as he teases at your entrance before slowly easing his fingers inside of you. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He coos sweetly. “Such a pretty girl, you look so good fucking my fingers.” He shoots you a lazy smile that makes your stomach flip, his pupils blown with need as they gaze down at you. He watches as you tentatively roll your hips, the friction making you sigh in pleasure. He cups your cheek with his free hand, pressing his lips to yours in order to muffle your moans as he rapidly picks up his pace. You squeal as he presses his thumb to your clit, his fingers passing over a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. He groans into your mouth when he feels your nails drag down his back, your climax already rapidly building inside of you again.

“Chris,” you murmur against his lips, “don't stop, please.” He chuckles, lips crashing into yours as he fucks into your mercilessly with his fingers. You feel the coil inside you snap, Chris muffling your loud moans with a smug smirk on his lips. He gradually slowed his pace, every so often your body jolting with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“You did such a good job, baby.” He smiles, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips. You let out a pleased hum, sliding your hands over his chest as he rolls on top of you. He groans as you kiss along his jaw, you let out a soft moan as you feel his member tease at your entrance. He curses as he eased himself into you, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling of him stretching you open. He groans, “you feel so fucking good.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head as he began to slowly rock his hips. Both of you struggled to stay quiet, every small shift sending a jolt of pleasure through your bodies. “Just wait until I can get you alone.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I'm gonna make you scream my name until your voice gives out.” You curse as his hips snap against yours. “It's really too bad I have to keep you quiet.” He pulls your lips back to his, muffling the cry he pulls from you as he picks up his pace. Every sharp thrust of his hips hit impossibly deep inside of you, your toes began to curl as you felt your climax start to creep up on you again. Chris groans at the feeling of you stretching so perfectly around him, losing himself a little more with every one of your sweet sounds. He wraps both of your wrists in one hand, keeping them pinned above your head, the other slipping in between your legs to play with your clit. He hushes your loud moan, chuckling against your lips. “Easy baby, don't want to risk getting interrupted when you're this close, do you?” You watched a droplet of sweat dripping from his nose, splattering against your chest. Chris looked divine from his position above you, his dominant gaze pinning you in place just as much as his strong body as he gazed down at you hungrily, his skin glowing in the room's dim lighting. You bite down on your lip, trying your hardest to suppress the sounds he was pulling from you. He could tell you were close, your breathing necking more erratic, your hips starting to move on their own as you desperately sought after your release. “That's it, pretty girl, cum for me.” He muffles your moans by pressing his lips to yours. He releases your hands to steady himself. Smirking as he watches your eyes roll back in pleasure, fucking you through your orgasm until he couldn't resist his own anymore. He pulls out, cursing as he strokes himself, hot ropes of cum pooling on your stomach. The room was filled with the sounds of your labored breathing, both of you utterly spent. Chris cleans you up, asking you repeatedly if you were alright. You smiled at the concern in his voice, you found it sweet.

“I'm fine, but, um…” he looks down at you curiously.

“What is it, baby?” He asks softly, reaching out to gently caress your cheek.

“Do you think you could stay? Just for a little while?” He sighs, his worry quickly being replaced with the nervous excitement of getting to spend more time with you.

“Of course, I'm not going anywhere.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he pulls you into his arms.

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Corey:

Corey would notice you were anxious about your flight before you even got near the plane. He understood why; it was your first time traveling, the whole process was already a bit overwhelming if you weren't used to it, not to mention the airport was extremely busy on top of it, anyone would be stressed. He watches as you nervously bounced your leg, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you waited in line at TSA. “You know, I think I might rewrite the hook for that song we were working on.” He figured there was no better way to distract you than with something you both loved, music. Even just having the familiar topics of conversation seemed to put you more at ease, Corey every so often placing a hand to the small of your back or carefully taking you by the wrist to guide you where you needed to go. By the time you had gotten through TSA the two of you had already worked out the majority of a chorus for something you were working on.

You sighed as you collapsed into one of the hard chairs in the waiting area at the gate, taking a bite of the overpriced breakfast sandwich you had snagged along the way. “You seem a lot less nervous now.” Corey remarks with a playful smile. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”

“No,” you respond with a smile of your own, “not with you here, at least.”

“Well, lucky for you I'll be here the whole time.” He winks, making your cheeks grow warm. Corey silently promised himself he would be by your side through every trip after that.

Sid:

“What's wrong, sugar?” Sid slings an arm over your shoulders, noticing your tense state. You were currently waiting in line to board your plane.

“It's nothing, Sid, promise.” You tried to reassure him with a smile, but he wasn't buying it.

“Sure, that's why your shoulders are in your ears, right?” He asks with a smug smirk.

“Shut up.” You groan, embarrassed by the fact he had noticed you were nervous.

“Are you scared of flying?” He asks quietly, making sure the others didn't overhear.

“I'm just a little nervous, I've never been on a plane before.” You admit bashfully.

“Well, I've flown hundreds of times, and it’s always been a breeze.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his own, offering you a supportive smile. “We’ll get through it together, okay?” He scoops up your hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Okay.” You respond with a smile of your own, feeling a little bit better about your trip.

Chris:

You jump as a hand suddenly comes to rest on your forehead. “Easy, baby,” Chris starts with a chuckle, “it's just me.” He tries again with much better success, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You're looking a little pale, are you alright?”

You tug nervously at your seatbelt, “I've just never flown before, I'm a little nervous.” Chris’s hand immediately slips into yours, giving it a supportive squeeze.

“You hold onto me as tight as you need to, okay? We’ll be there before you know it.” His bright smile puts you at ease. He fidgets with your fingers, answering any questions you had about the trip.

“Thank you for doing this, I know it's stupid.” You whisper.

“It's not stupid.” He reassures you. “You're trying something new and you're nervous.” He tugs you closer to him, letting your head fall to rest on his shoulder. “I happen to think you're being really brave.” He compliments you softly, making your cheeks grow warm. “You just try and relax, I'll keep you safe.”

Jim:

Jim noticed the moment your nerves started to set in about this trip, immediately taking charge in order to make the whole day easier for you. Whether it was a gentle hand to the small of your back in order to help maneuver you through crowds or offering small distractions to keep your mind off how anxious you were feeling. But, let’s be real, he needed that neck pillow that looked like a shrimp, the fact you wouldn't buy it for him was criminal.

Sitting on the plane, he would point out the window. He described how flaps on the wings would move to catch wind, the sound of them unbolting the walkway from the plane, what take off would feel like, anything to help put you at ease. “Feel free to hold my hand if you want to.” He offers with a wink and a playful smile. You can't help but giggle as you intertwine your fingers with his. You squeeze his hand tightly as the plane starts to move, “it's alright, I'm right here.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding both of your hands in his free one, keeping you tucked close to him as the plane takes off. He leans back so you can look out the window once you're up in the air. “It wasn't that bad, was it?”

“No, not with you here at least.”

Mick:

Mick thought you were mad at him. You were unusually quiet on the drive over to the airport, you kept your distance from everybody as you made your way through security, and now you were sitting by yourself staring out at the tarmac. Mick cautiously approaches you, unsure of what had happened to make you so upset, but desperately wanting to fix it. He sighs as he collapses into the chair at your side. “What did I do?” He asks simply.

“Nothing, honey.” And that was all it took for Mick to realize you weren't mad, you were nervous. You had a tremble in your voice that made it sound like you were about to cry.

Mick wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “Is it the trip in general or just going on the plane?”

It takes you a moment to respond. “Just going on the plane.” His thumb strokes soothingly over your shoulder.

“Well, I'm going to be right next to you the whole time, and you know I'd never let anything bad happen to you.” He gives you a patient smile. “There’s nothing wrong with being nervous, love. But, let me help instead of making me think you're gunna rip my head off, okay?” He chuckles.

“Okay.” You let out a laugh of your own, happy he was here to help you through this.

Joey:

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when Joey’s thumbs pressed soothingly into the tense muscles of your shoulders. “Nervous, love?”

“A little.” You admit quietly, not wanting the others to hear. “I've never flown before.” He spends a few moments giving your muscles the attention they desperately need.

“I promise, you've got nothing to worry about. After you fly a few times you're probably going to think it's funny you were so nervous to begin with.” He chuckles. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just being with you is helping.” He smiles bashfully at the compliment.

“Good, looks like I'm doing my job then.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

Paul:

You stared straight ahead at the seat in front of you, hoping the others wouldn't notice your rigid posture. You wince slightly as Paul quietly says your name from the window seat next to you. “Are you okay?” You nod, knowing if you looked at him he would be able to read you immediately. Of course, as it would turn out, Paul already knew the answer to his question, he just wanted to see how you would respond.

“You know, I'm also scared of flying.” He offers in an attempt to put you at ease.

“Really?” You respond after a moment. He nods, giving you a hum of affirmation in response.

“I used to make myself sick before getting on planes. I would get so stressed out.” He chuckles. “But, I promise, it's not going to be as bad as you think. The worst part is probably taking off and landing, the rest of it will be a breeze.” His gentle smile was enough to help you relax a little.

“I trust you.” You respond quietly. He holds out his hand, silently offering to let you take it for comfort. Your hand slips into his, your free arm looping through the crook of his elbow as you settle into his side, feeling a lot more prepared for the trip ahead.

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“You mind giving me a hand really quick?” You look up from your checklist to find Chris standing in front of you, holding his mask. He clears his throat awkwardly, “I, uh, I think I might've fucked up my hand the other night. Think you could help me get this thing on?”

“Come here, but after you're letting me look at your hand.” You reply sternly.

“Yes, ma'am.” He responds with a chuckle. Your cheeks grow warm as you feel his hands settle on the curve of your waist. You adjust the mask over his face, carefully fastening all the buckles in place. “What happened?” You ask, taking his hand in your much smaller ones. The sight of your delicate fingers tracing over his worn, calloused palm made his heart race.

“Remember when I lost my sticks on stage the other day?” You sighed, of course you did. Chris, being as impatient as ever, decided to start beating on the drums with his bare hands while members of the crew scrambled to find an extra set of drum sticks.

You cautiously press along the side of his hand, being mindful of any places that made him wince. “Well, it's not broken, but it’s definitely sprained.” He swallows thickly when you don't release his hand, your skin warm against his as you soothingly trace around his knuckles. “You need to be careful.” He didn't miss the slight tremor of worry in your voice, the sound was enough to make his heart pound.

Your eyes met his, Chris let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. “I will be, baby, promise.” Your cheeks grow warm as his bright blue eyes flicker over your form. “But, I gotta admit, I like the idea of having such a pretty little nurse.” He teases with a chuckle.

“Oh yeah? You want me to dress up in a little uniform and everything?” You shoot back with a seductive smile.

The thought of you in a tight, slutty dress made him let out a low hum of approval. “Stop that, with my hand all fucked up like this I can’t take care of things if you end up giving me a boner.” He chuckles darkly.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here to take care of that for you then, isn’t it?”

He lets out a shocked laugh, your crass statement completely catching him off guard. “Dirty girl.” He smirks, his gaze dropping to your lips making your cheeks grow warm. “You’re going to get me in trouble saying things like that.”

“What a shame that would be.” You continue to pick on him, deciding to push your luck, noticing how flustered your actions were getting him. He quirked an eyebrow at you, running his tongue over his teeth as he eyes you hungrily.

“Look at you, getting me all hot and bothered, someone learns quickly.” He jokes with a wink. You laugh, covering your face with your hands. He gently takes you by the wrists, pulling your palms away in order to see your radiant expression, it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I like seeing you smile.” He admits softly. You freeze, swallowing thickly as you try hard to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Realizing what he had said, Chris clears his throat, pulling his hands back with an awkward smile. “Sorry.” He chuckles. You both look over when you hear someone shout for him. “Guess I should get over there before Corey throws a fit.” He sighs.

“Chris?” Your breath freezes in your lungs as his bright blue eyes meet yours. “You're gonna do great.”

“I have to,” he starts as he begins to head towards the others, “you're watching.” He finishes with a wink. Your cheeks grow warm, looking away as you try to hide the flustered smile that quickly makes its way across your features.

You had taken what had become your usual position at the side of the stage. Your percussionist singling you out every so often by pointing at you while he was playing or screaming in your direction. “I think Chris might have a thing for you, he hasn’t been able to stop looking at you all night.” Someone says with a chuckle. You can’t help but smile slightly, glad to know that someone besides you had noticed it.

After the show you took your time packing up your share of the equipment, planning on having a boring night alone back on the tour bus. “Hey there, beautiful.” A quick kiss is pressed to your temple, a beer bottle slipped into your hand. “I guess they’re all planning on going out to a bar.” He sighs, eyeing you playfully as you take his distraction without a fight, dropping the cable you were winding up to the floor. You lean against the wall, pressing the cold glass bottle to your lips. “I was hoping I’d be able to spend some time with you instead.”

Your eyes meet his, a smile slowly winding its way across your lips. “Yeah?”

He nods, breathing out a nervous chuckle. “If that’s alright with you.”

It didn’t take long for you to find yourself crammed into his bunk, his lips feverishly crashing against yours as his large, strong hands kept you held firmly in his lap. You curse under your breath as he sinks his teeth into your neck, making your whole body jolt in response. “You like that, baby?” He asks with a chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to your skin to help ease the sting. He hums seductively as you let out a squeak of affirmation, goosebumps erupting across your skin as his hot breath fans over your pulse. You whined at the feeling of his fingers kneading into your plush hips. He groans, his lips crashing back into yours as you experimentally press down into his lap. You could feel his hands tremble against your skin, wanting nothing more to push your face into the mattress and fuck you senseless.

“Chris?” The sound of your voice so sweetly saying his name was intoxicating.

“What is it, baby?” He whispers in response.

“Can I try something?” He eyes you curiously, wondering just what you could have possibly cooked up in that pretty little head of yours. He nods, an unmissable flash of lust in his eyes. He removes his hands from your waist, folding his arms behind his head, giving him the perfect view to watch your hesitant actions.

“Go ahead, love.” He lets out a shuddering breath. You feel him shiver as your hands slip under his shirt.

“Can I?” You ask softly, Chris ready to melt from the velvety tone of your voice. He nods, sitting up slightly in order to help you push the fabric over his head. You can’t help but bite your lip as you drink in the sight of him underneath you. Your fingers ghost over his muscular chest, tracing over the contours of his soft stomach before settling on the waistband of his jeans. “These too?”

He chuckles, his hand coming down to place a few gentle pats to your ass. “Up, mama.” He commands softly. You lift your hips enough for him to haphazardly kick off his pants.

“You wanna make things a little more even, baby?” He teases, his lips hanging just out of reach.

You sigh, he laughs as you pretend to be aggravated by the suggestion. “So demanding.” You joke, unable to stop yourself from breaking out into a smile of your own moments later. You lean down, pressing your lips tentatively to his. “Think you could help me out?”

“You need my help?” He asks playfully.

“What? You’re so much better at taking my clothes off.” You smirk as he curses under his breath.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He groans in response, pulling your lips back down to meet his. He makes quick work of slipping your shirt over your head. He growls as you grind your hips against his half hard cock. He noticed how you seemed much more confident than the first night you had spent together, he found your clumsy attempts at taking charge adorable.

“How’s your hand?” Your question catches him off guard, he can’t help but smile at the genuine concern in your tone.

“Hurts like a bitch, but I think I’ll live.” He jokes.

“Can I see?” He holds out his hand for you, allowing you to carefully take it into your grasp. He hums at the feeling of your warm lips pressing to his palm. “You need to be careful, I don’t want you getting hurt.” Your attentiveness made his heart race, delicately pressing a kiss to the end of each finger.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” You hear his breath catch in his throat as you let one digit slip past your lips, the pad of his finger pressing into your tongue. He grabs your face with his free hand, pushing a second finger into your mouth. He praises you softly, guiding the digits back and forth over your tongue. You feel his cock twitch underneath you. You gasp as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, making him chuckle. His fingers press into the softness of your ass, letting out a low hum as you press your lips along his pulse. He shivers at the feeling of your nails dragging down his skin, the warmth of your lips following after as you lowered yourself down his torso. His breath hitches, struggling to stop a sinful groan from spilling past his lips as your warm hand presses into his cock. You take him into your hand, giving him a few slow strokes. His hand comes to rest on your shoulders, just wanting to be touching you somehow. He curses as he feels your lips tentatively wrap around him, the warm cavern of your mouth instantly pulling him in. His fingers tangle in your hair, he feels you moan around him as he gives your strands a slight tug. His hand cradles the back of your head as you set your pace, allowing yourself to feel every inch of him to slide over your tongue. He squeezes your shoulder, his hips stuttering as he struggles to hold himself in place.

“Fuck, that feels really good.” He admits breathlessly, his words laced with a chuckle. You feel his grip on you tighten as you glanced up at him through your lashes, your pretty lips stretched so perfectly around him. He groans, a sultry smirk passing over his features. “You look so pretty, baby.” He whispers. You hum at the praise, he curses at the vibrations traveling along his length. You slowly take as much of him into your mouth as you can, Chris letting out a strangled grasp at the feeling of his tip knocking against the back of your throat. He tensed, holding you in place without meaning to. You gag around him, your eyes watering as the pressure in the back of your throat doesn't let up.

“Shit,” he quickly releases his hold on you at the sound. You cough as you pull off his length. “Sorry.” He apologized bashfully. His cheeks flushed as he tried to hide his embarrassed expression. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He hums softly as he feels your fingers intertwine.

“I’ll squeeze your hand if it's too much, okay?” You mumble against his lips. Chris lets out a shaky breath, his thumb running over your knuckles.

“You're sure? I don't want to be too rough with you, love.” His genuine concern made your heart race.

“I want to make you feel good, can you let me do that?” He nods, grabbing your face and pulling your lips back to his, your head spinning when he finally lets you go.

You settle into a comfortable position, running your tongue along the base of his cock. You take him into your mouth, you could feel Chris’s gaze burning into you as he watched your every move. Feeling his cock nestle into the back of your throat makes something inside of him snap. His free hand tangles in your hair, keeping a tight hold on you as he guides you up and down his length, trying to be mindful of how harshly he was pushing your head down. He freezes as he hears you choke around him again, your thumb rubbing soothingly along the side of his hand to silently tell him you were okay. He repeats the motion, the feeling of you being so obediant and pliable in his hands made his cock twitch. He curses, his hips snapping up to meet your mouth. He meets your eyes, hazy with lust, streams of tears trailing down your cheeks, drool glistening around the corners of your mouth where it dripped down his cock. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful. “You're doing such a good job, baby.” He praises, every thrust of his hips growing sloppier as he felt his climax beginning to bubble up in his stomach. “So pretty,” you moan around him as he gives your hair a harsh tug, “my pretty girl, letting me use my filthy fucking mouth.” He moans, you could feel his fingers trembling from their position intertwined with yours. He quickly began to lose his rhythm, a growl rumbling from his chest as he chased his high. He pulls you off his length, a quick command to close your eyes which you obediently follow. Chris takes his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face. A mixture of curses and your name tumble from his lips as he finishes, hot ropes of cum coating your face. A warm hand comes to rest on your cheek, the soft material of his shirt coming not long after. “You look really fucking hot.” He admits breathlessly. “Sorry for the lack of warning, it's so cramped in here there really isn't a good way for me to get you out of the way.” He chuckles.

“It's okay, I appreciate you not getting any in my hair.” You giggle. He curses at the sight of your hazy expression, cradling your face in his hand.

“Would you like a turn?” He asks softly, already knowing your answer from how sleepy you seemed.

You shook your head, “would it be okay if I just laid with you for a while.” Your heart fluttered nervously as you waited for his response, half expecting him to turn you away.

“Of course you can, baby.” He rolls into his side, opening up his arms for you to crawl into. He pulls you into his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I wasn't too rough with you, was I?” He gently cards his fingers through your hair.

“No, honestly, I had a lot of fun.” Your cheeks grow warm as you confess that openly to him.

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “I’m glad. That's all I want is for you to have a good time.” His large hand soothing runs over your back. “I’m really enjoying… whatever this is.” You both laugh, neither of you really sure what to classify your relationship as.

“I am too.” You admit softly.

His hand slides over your cheek, gently angling your face upwards in order to press his lips to yours. Unlike the ones you normally shared, this kiss was soft, there was almost a hesitancy in the way that he held you. He slowly pulls back, his thumb stroking over your cheek. You can't help but notice the smile he was trying to suppress as he watched your eyes flutter open. He continues to hold you in the quiet stillness of the night, your eyes eventually growing heavy as the warmth that radiates from him consumed you. “Goodnight.” He mutters, his lips pressing to your temple.

“Goodnight, Chris.”

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“Baby, can you go grab my drum key?” He nods in the direction of the amps at the side of the stage. You hop up with a nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he messed with whatever was out of place on his kit. You stand up on your tiptoes, feeling around on top of the amp for the small piece of metal.

“Need some help?” Jim chuckles as you jump.

“Chris said he stuck his drum key up here.” Your eyes trail up his form as you turn around, physically having to look up to meet his eyes.

Easily being able to see on top of the stack, he reaches over and grabs exactly what you were looking for. “This one?” He asks with a playful smile.

“That would be it.” You giggle. “Thank you Jim.” You can't help but blush as his gaze flickers over your much smaller form.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He winks, shooting you a playful smile before continuing with his pre show preparations. Chris had watched the whole thing unfold before his eyes, smirking as an idea passed through his mind.

“Jim getting you all hot and bothered, baby?” He teases with a laugh. You just playfully smack him in the shoulder as you hand him his drum key. You sit yourself on his stool, watching him work. “Maybe I could see if he wants to join us after the show?” Your heart races at the suggestion. You quickly look over at Jim, the thought alone of being underneath that mountain of a man was overwhelming… but you couldn't deny the way you had to squeeze your thighs together to suppress the pang of arousal in your core.

“If you think he'd be interested…” you lean forward, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder. “But, if you want to just keep this between me, you, and Sid, that's also okay.”

“I don't think there's anything wrong with trying something new.” He smirks, finishing his last adjustment before turning his attention to you. “You're still all mine, right?” You smile, nodding in response. “Then that’s all I care about.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “I have fun watching you enjoy yourself, no matter how that happens.”

Chris has everything set up by the end of the show. It didn't take much convincing on Jim’s end, he always had a weakness for pretty little things like you, he'd be an idiot to pass up an opportunity like this. Jim chuckles as he watches an expression of nervous excitement pass over your features. “Come here, pretty girl.” Jim coos. His hands settle onto your waist as he eases you into his lap. You shiver as his fingers press into your plush thighs. “Chris,” he carefully leans you back against his chest, “you know what your girl likes, why don't you give me a little instruction.” He smirks. Chris stares at him for a moment, dumbfounded.

“You want me to tell you what to do to her?” He asks slowly for clarification.

Jim nods, letting his hands lazily drift over your body. “I'm here to help her feel good, right? Well, you're the expert at that, my friend.”

Your cheeks grow warm under Chris’s intense gaze. A brief worry flashed through your mind about how it might’ve been a bad idea to invite Jim– “Well, you're not going to be able to do much of anything with her clothes on, are you?” He chuckles.

“You have a point.” You tense as his large hands drift under your shirt, feeling along the curves of your body as he slowly pushes the fabric over your head. Chris steps closer to you, pressing his lips to yours as Jim makes quick work of undoing your bra.

“Such a pretty girl,” any tension you still held in your body melted away at Chris’s praise. “We’re going to take good care of you, baby, okay?” His lips crash back into yours as he works your pants down your legs, you moan into his mouth as Jim’s skilled hands massage your sensitive breasts.

“God,” he breathes out, pressing his lips to your neck. “I can't wait to sink my fucking teeth into you.” You shiver as he chuckles against your skin.

Chris hums against your lips, holding your chin firmly in his hand as he pulls back. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Chris can't help but chuckle as he meets your hazy, far off gaze. The undivided attention from the two men making your brain foggy with lust. “Play with her.” He orders with a smirk. “We want her nice and warmed up, don’t we?” You feel Jim’s chest rumble as he laughs.

He nuzzles.his face into your hair, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “Is that okay with you, love?” You nod, making both men chuckle. “Good girl.” He praises softly, his hands wrapping around your thighs to gently ease them open. You shiver as you feel his fingers ghost over your skin, memorizing the curves of your body as he passes over them. You moan as Chris bites into the sensitive skin of your neck, immediately placing hot, opened mouth kisses to the spot afterwards to soothe the pain. Jim wraps a hand loosely around your throat, angling your chin away in order to give Chris more room. Your eyes meet Jim’s, a sultry smirk passing over his features. “Feel good, baby?” He asks softly, his gaze immediately dropping to your lips. You let out a tiny hum of affirmation, the small sound making a growl bubble up in Jim’s throat. His lips crash against yours, the groan Chris lets out is absolutely obscene as your body arches out of Jim’s lap, pressing into Chris’s needy, attentive hands. He, of course, had no plans of giving into what you wanted so easily.

“You’ll get your turn.” He can’t help but chuckle as you pout up at him. “You have to be patient, baby.”

“She’s been so good for us already, I think you can wait just a little longer.” Jim coos, trailing kisses along your jaw. “Don’t you, pretty girl?”

Chris takes your face in his hand, the plush of your cheeks squishing between his fingers as he keeps your eyes locked on his. “She can, she just likes to be a little difficult.” He chuckles. “Part of the fun.” He mutters afterwards. Jim’s hands massage your thighs, his palms gradually drifting closer to your soaked core. You whined as his fingers ghosted over where you needed them most, your hips stuttering against his hand. Jim chuckles as you groan, your head dropping against his shoulder as you huff.

“Behave.” Chris warns. “Or, I’ll keep you like this all night.”

“Mean.” You mumble, making him laugh.

“Hey, you can’t blame me for punishing you when you act out… brat.” He laces the pet name onto the end of his statement with a smirk.

Chris wouldn’t let Jim actually touch you until you were in tears. Your inner thighs covered in bites and dark purple marks in the shape of Chris’s teeth. Jim’s fingers still tracing slow, torturous circles around your clit, never giving you enough friction for any type of relief. “Please,” you sob, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to listen?” He couldn’t keep the amused expression off his face as he let the question tumble from his lips. He could get drunk off the sight of you alone: your lips pink and puffy from being repeatedly swapped between Chris’s ravenous kisses and Jim’s languid, almost lazy ones, tears dotting your lashes as the got ready to spill onto your cheeks, he hated to admit how pretty he thought you looked when you cried. “What do you think Jim, has she earned it?”

His lips press to your temple with a soft hum, “I think she deserves to be spoiled a little after that.” He chuckles.

He takes your face in his hand, turning your hazy, lust filled eyes to face him. “Should I let him play with you for a little bit, honey?” You nod, your eyes fluttering shut as Chris presses a tender, loving kiss to your lips. “She’s all yours, Jim.” You could feel him smile against your lips before he pulls away.

Jim chuckles, his hands tracing over the curve of your waist. “Perfect,” he starts with a smirk, “I promise, I'll take good care of her.” The feeling of being surrounded by him was all consuming, a strong arm wrapping around your middle to hold you in place as he wrapped a giant hand around your thigh. He settles you against his chest, you can't help but whine as he goes back to his earlier actions of tracing languid shapes into your skin. “Easy, pretty girl,” he starts with a soft laugh, “I'm not going to make you wait any longer.” A gasp catches in your throat as his fingers finally graze over your clit. Chris kept his distance, knowing that if he was too close to you he wouldn't be able to help but interfere, but you could feel his eyes burning into you from where he sat. Your body jolted with every slight touch, you bit hard into your bottom lip as you struggled to contain the sounds that Jim easily pulled from you. The soft praise that rumbled from his chest left your mind hazy and filled with need. He tilts your chin so you can face him, his lips slotting against yours as he eases a finger inside of you. You were already a mess from all of his and Chris’s teasing, he hums at the feeling of your slick heat enveloping his finger. “You're already so wet, baby.” He chuckles against your lips. “You really want us that badly, hm?” You gasp as he slips a second finger in alongside the first. His pace was deliberately slow. Giving you what you wanted but only at the pace he was willing to give it to you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips press to yours. You squirm in his lap, struggling to sit still under his careful movements. You let out a sharp gasp as his fingers pressed into a spot inside of you that made white hot pleasure course through your entire body. Your hand wraps around his wrist, nails biting into his skin as you fight against the heat pooling in your core, his smallest touches driving you insane. You hear Chris curse under his breath, catching the sight of him palming himself through his pants as he watched Jim have his way with you.

He treated you a lot differently than Sid had. Where Sid was animalistic and raw, Jim was meticulous and calculated. You sucked in a sharp breath, teetering on the edge of your climax only for him to slow his pace. He chuckles at your frustrated groan. “What’s the matter, love? You didn’t think you’d get to cum already, did you?” He gradually begins to increase his pace again. “Poor baby,” he coos, “unfortunately, I think you have a long night ahead of you.” He chuckles darkly.

You were repeatedly brought right to the edge of your climax by Jim’s skilled fingers only for him to ruin any chance you had of actually finishing. You had lost count of how many times he had edged you, barely able to think straight as it was. You whine, rolling your hips against his hand. You yelp as he pinches your clit roughly between his fingers. “Sit fuckin’still.” He growls, sliding his fingers back inside your soaked pussy at an agonizingly slow pace. “Chris, you wanna jump in?”

“Gladly.” He chuckles. He takes your chin between his fingers, “you look so pretty, baby.” He coos. “You’re doing such a good job.” You hum as he presses his lips to yours before trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your body. You gasp as you feel Jim’s teeth sink into your shoulder.

“Are you doing okay, pretty girl?” Chris pauses, waiting for your confirmation before continuing.

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out. The pair share a look, wordlessly coming to a decision about something. Jim’s hands wrap around the underside of your thighs, pulling them into your chest, Chris dropping to his knees in front of you. His fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. You cry out as Chris wastes no time diving in to taste you, your thighs straining to push together only to be held apart by Jim’s strong grasp.

“You’re not going anywhere, beautiful.” Jim chuckles. Chris groans, pulling your hands in order to drag your core closer to him, Jim’s lips crushing against yours, the attention from the pair making your head spin. You squeeze Chris’s hands tightly, your climax speeding forward from how many times you had been edged. He chuckles as you tense, pulling back to swipe slowly over your clit with his thumb.

“You want a turn before I absolutely break her?” He asks Jim, who chuckles in response.

“Gladly, I'll make sure to save the fun part for you.” You whine in response to his statement, knowing that meant you would have to wait even longer until Chris had decided you had enough. Your body felt like putty in Jim’s hands as he gently lowered your legs to their normal position. “Poor baby, can't even sit up by yourself anymore, can you?” He teases. He tips you back onto the bed, peppering your body with kisses as he slowly makes his way onto his knees in front of you. He drapes your tired legs over his shoulders, his thumbs massaging into your hips. You cry out, fingers tangling into his hair as he pulls your clit eagerly into his mouth. You hear the clink of Chris’s belt as it clatters to the floor, he curses as he watches you writhe under Jim’s attention. Chris’s fingers slide into your hair, turning your head to the side in order to line up his hard cock with your pretty mouth.

He lets out a shaky breath as the tip of his member slides past your lips. “Fuck, that’s it baby, just like that.” He groans as you moan around his length, Jim’s tongue skillfully tracing shapes over your clit. You whine, your hips rolling in time with his movements, your whole body trembling with pleasure. You keen into Chris’s touch, his large hands roaming your body as you fought against your oncoming climax. Jim pulls off you with a chuckle, mumbling an ‘all you’ as he leaves Chris to pick up where he left off. His body blankets yours, he groans as he feels his cock press to the back of your throat. He carefully spreads you open with his fingers, humming as he lets the taste of you coat his tongue. It was Jim’s turn to watch the scene at hand play out. You were even more stunning than he could have imagined. Of course, he had Chris’s careful, attentive care to thank for that. He played your body better than one of his instruments, knowing exactly where and how to touch you in order to turn you into a babbling mess underneath him. You screamed as he finally allowed your first orgasm to rip through you, your body going rigid as your voice gradually faded to silence. Jim hears him chuckle, your hands flying to the top of his head in an unsuccessful attempt to push him off of you.

Your loud moans and shrill whines filled the room as Chris continued to eat you out like a man starved. Jim curses as he finally manages to free his hard, aching cock. He places himself within your reach, hissing as you take him into your hand, your skin velvety soft against him. Chris repositions, allowing you to take him into your free hand. He continues to lazily eat you out, your second climax building with every slow roll of his tongue. The two of them had been getting you all worked up for hours, at this rate they would have no problem pulling have no problem pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. You wrap your lips around Jim’s member, he curses as you glance up at him through your lashes. “Pretty girl,” he coos, “doing such a good job for us.”

“He’s right, baby.” Chris mumbles from his position nestled in between your thighs, chuckling when you whine at his praise. You gasp as his thumb presses to your clit, your hands fisting into the sheets. Chris instructs you to sit back in Jim’s lap, his gaze intense as it remains glued on you. Your hands settle on Chris’s shoulders, using his strong body to study yourself as Jim lines his member up with your entrance. “That’s it, baby.” He studies your fucked out expression closesly, smirking at the glow of sweat that had settled across your skin. You whimper as Jim bottoms out inside of you, his fingers digging painfully into your hips as he lets out a sinful growl. Your eyes meet Chris’s, your heart racing as his bright blue eyes trail down your body. You moan as Jim rolls his hips. “You’ve got a job to do, love.” Chris teases with a smirk.

Every small movement tore a loud moan from your throat, Jim’s thick cock stretching you perfectly, every roll of your hips making his member press deliciously into you. “You feel so fucking good.” You let out a shrill cry as he quickly thrusts up into you. Chris places a hand under your chin, keeping your gaze locked on his. You curse as he starts to draw slow circles on your clit with his fingers, making him chuckle. Jim chuckles, “someone’s getting close again. Fuck, you’re squeezing me really tight, baby.” Heat settles in your cheeks at Jim’s words.

“Oh no, you’re not allowed to be embarrassed.” Chris immediately jumps in, noticing the subtle shift in your expression. “You look so fucking hot, baby.” Jim chuckles when he feels how you react to Chris’s praise, his large hands wandering over your curves.

“He’s right,” Jim murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “you’re absolutely perfect, love.”

“You must love all of this attention, don’t you baby?” Chris coos. “My pretty girl is always getting so much praise, you always do such a good job, don’t you, sweetheart?” You can’t help but whine at his sweet tone. You feel the coil in your stomach wind tighter as you watch the devilish smirk spread across his features. “Maybe I should take a video for Sid, I’m sure he’d love to see you like this, too.”

“Sid, huh?” Jim grumbles out the question with a chuckle. “I gotta admit, I’m a little jealous that he got to see you like this before I did.” You moan as you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder. He hums as he presses his lips to the spot afterwards. “You must love all the special attention.” He teases, making your cheeks grow warm. “Chris, why don’t you take that video?” He chuckles.

Chris’s gaze takes over you hungrily, smirking before his lips crash against yours, your thighs trembling from pleasure and over exertion. “I’ll be right back.”

You shiver as Jim’s hot palms run over the curve of your waist. “Such a dirty girl, getting used by three different men.” He chuckles as he feels you clench down hard on him, another broken moan tearing free from your throat. He lets out a sultry hum, “but, you deserve all the attention. Such a sweet, little thing.” He picks up your hand, pressing your wrist to his lips. Chris rests a hand gently on your cheek as he kneels in front of you.

“You’re sure this is alright with you, love?” His thumb soothingly runs over your skin.

You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I wanna give Sid something to watch when I can’t be there.” Chris lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle.

“Well, then why don’t you give him a little show baby?” He says with a smirk.

Watching you grind on Jim’s cock through his phone screen made him curse under his breath. Your shrill breathy moans and skin slapping against skin resonated through the room. Chris dips a hand in between your legs, your curse loudly as he rubs fast, tight circles over your clit. You tense, your thighs trembling as your climax crashes over you. Chris ends the video, quickly sending it to Sid with a message of how you wanted to record something specially for him tacked onto it before tossing his phone somewhere else in the room. You could barely keep yourself upright, collapsing into Chris’s chest as Jim fucks into you from below. Chris’s hands slide under your thighs, helping you ease off Jim’s cock as he hisses. He flips you onto your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your hair in order to settle your gaze on Jim. “Show him how good I make you feel, baby.” He growls in your ear, knocking your thighs apart with his legs. You gasp as you feel him tease at your entrance, Jim curses under his breath as he begins to stroke himself in time with Chris easing his cock inside of you. Chris’s hands wrap around your hips, lifting you into place. Your chest pressing into the mattress as your back arches perfectly up to meet him. He works you over his length, sinful groans spilling from his lips only to be drowned out by your whines.

“Feel good, pretty girl?” Jim asks with a chuckle, cupping your cheek in his hand. Broken moans tumbled freely from your lips, your eyes rolling back every time Chris bottoms out inside of you. “You want to help me finish?” You nod, unable to form a coherent word with Chris feverishly pounding into you from behind. Jim holds your chin in his hand, you open your mouth eagerly for him. He slaps the tip of his cock against your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, cursing as he feels your lips stretch around him. His hips would stutter with every slow thrust, a shaky breath following as you take in as much of him as you can. You were pushed onto him with every sharp snap of Chris’s hips, your moans dragging Jim closer to the edge. “Just a little longer, love.” He groans, his cock kicking at the sight of you glancing up at him through your lashes, tears shimmering in your eyes. His voice breaks slightly as he speaks, “doing such a good job.” He praises softly.

“You can be a little rough with her,” Chris chuckles through a heaving breath. “She can take it.” Jim wasted no time giving into his needs. You choke around him as his cock knocks into the back of your throat, Chris curses as you squeeze around him. You could feel both of them losing their steady rhythm, your body on the verge of giving out as you rapidly approached another climax.

Jim curses loudly as he pulls his cock from your mouth, ropes of pearly white cum painting his stomach and chest as he finishes, collapsing back onto his heels with a shaky sigh. Chris followed not far behind, your name tumbling from his lips as he pressed impossibly deep inside you. The feeling of his hot cum pooling inside you was enough to tip you over the edge, a sob cracking from your throat as Chris fucks your through your climax. He holds you there for a moment, breathing ragged, too sensitive to pull out. He lays down with you in his arms, eventually easing out of you with a hiss. Chris trails a thumb lazily across your hip, Jim absentmindedly playing with your hair.

“So, tell me about this arrangement you two have with Sid…”

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You had decided to wear a new dress you had just bought to the show tonight, something you specifically picked out because you knew Corey would love it. Which, he definitely did, the moment he laid his eyes on you his hands were already drifting over your body, whispering in your ear how he can't wait to tear that dress off you with his teeth later tonight.

The problems started with Shawn.

“Well, don't you look pretty, bird?” You didn't have to look at him to know his gaze had settled onto the curve of your ass. That was strike one. You could already feel the annoyance rolling off Corey in waves.

“Get your eyes off my fuckin’ girl, Shawn.” He spits, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist, dragging you into his side.

Strikes two and three came at the same time.

Corey trusted you completely, he knew that his pretty little girlfriend only had eyes for him at the end of the day. But, he still couldn't stop himself from getting a bit jealous whenever you would receive attention from someone else.

Jim knew he ran the risk of pissing Corey off, but he couldn't deny how cute he found your flustered expression as he complimented you. “That dress looks very pretty on you, love.” He rests his elbows on his knees, smirking as he watches your eyes nervously dart away from him.

“I think someone likes having all the attention on them, don't you, pretty girl?” Your heart races as you meet Mick’s playful gaze, never one to miss an opportunity to leave you a flustered mess, for better or for worse. “Corey is one lucky son of a bitch, isn't he Jim?” He chuckles, bright blue eyes trailing hungrily over your tiny form, like an animal sizing up its prey.

Jim lets out a hum of approval, “lucky, indeed.” He responds, letting each syllable carefully roll off his tongue. They both chuckle as they’re called to line up to head out on stage.

“Just wait until I get my fuckin’ hands on you.” A shiver runs down your spine as Corey growls in your ear. He grabs you by the waist, pressing your body flush to his. You can feel his hard cock press into the curve of your ass. “I've gotta make sure my girl doesn't forget who she belongs to.” He nips at your skin, making you yelp. You don't miss the dark, lust filled expression in his eyes as your gaze meets his. You wish him luck, he presses a hot, heady kiss to your lips before joining the others.

After the show, he was quick to get you alone, pushing you into an empty dressing room. Corey growls, roughly pinning you to the wall, a hand on either side of your head. “I just can't leave you alone for a single fucking second, can I?” He asks in a low, dangerous tone. “I turn my back only for you to let my band mates drool all over you, is that right, baby?” Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his sharp teeth pass over the sensitive skin of your neck. “I guess I can't blame them though, can I? My girl just looks so pretty, how could they keep their eyes off you?” His lips crash against yours with bruising force, your knees giving out underneath you only to be held up by Corey's strong body pressing into yours. “Who do you belong to?” He growls against your lips.

“You.” You can't stop the smile from tugging at your lips, your heart racing as you answer his question.

He breathes out a chuckle. “Prove it.” He smirks, gaze dropping to your pretty lips. “On your knees, princess.” You immediately give into his request, your knees coming into contact with the rough, ratty carpet with a dull thud. He grabs your chin tightly in his hand, keeping your eyes locked on his as he slowly unzips his jumpsuit, bright blue irises staring back at you from the black pits where they sat behind his mask. You pull your lip between your teeth, unable to keep your eyes off his erection as it struggles against the confines of his boxers. “I've been waiting all night to be able to use that filthy fucking mouth of yours.” His fingers slide into your hair, roughly tugging at the strands, making you let out a soft moan. Your hands slide up his legs, settling on the waistband of his boxers. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work.”

He keeps a tight grip at the nape of your neck as you lean in, running your tongue along the base of his cock all the way up to its angry, red tip. Corey curses under his breath, dragging your outstretched tongue back and forth across his member. “Dirty slut.” He breathes out through a chuckle. “That’s it, get me nice and lubed up so I can fuck you stupid.” He groans as he pushes the tip of his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth. “I’m going to fucking ruin you to make sure those assholes can never come close to making you feel as good as I can.” You moan around him as you feel his hips stutter, easing his cock into your mouth. He presses into the back of your throat with a groan, a devilish smirk passing over his features as he hears you choke around him. He eases it out of your mouth just enough to allow a gasp of oxygen to slip down your throat only for him to slam back into you again. Tears began gathering along your lashes with every harsh, unforgiving thrust, eventually sliding down your cheeks, leaving red streaks in their wake. You feel his fingers twitch, a low growl rumbling from his chest before he pulls you off him. “Don’t want to get too carried away now, do we?” He asks with a shuddering breath. He pulls you up to meet him, lips crashing against yours as he stumbles blindly in the direction of the couch in the room. You yelp as the back of your knees connect with the cushions, sending both you and Corey tumbling down into the worn leather. He grabs hungrily at your waist, hoisting up your hips in order to slip your panties down your legs.

“You look really pretty in this dress, baby. It’s too bad I’m going to fucking ruin it.” He growls, pressing the air from your lungs as he sinks his full weight into you. You gasp as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, he chuckles as he feels you claw desperately at wherever you could reach. He grabs your wrists in his hands, pinning you to the couch below him as he feverishly bites and sucks at your neck. He pushes your dress up to your hips, swapping both wrists into one hand as the other slides in between your legs. You whine as he starts to draw slow, tight circles on your clit. You moan his name as you buck into his hand, he chuckles at the sound of your needy whines. “What's the matter, baby?” He coos, keeping up the same sluggish pace. “Not enough?”

“Corey, please.” You whimper. “Wanna cum in your fingers.”

He smirks, “is that right? My little slut wants me to make her cum, hm?” You nod, pushing yourself against his fingers, desperate for any more friction than he was giving you. You let out a loud, broken moan as he slips two fingers inside of you. “Someone's really needy, aren't they?” He teases you with a chuckle, making your cheeks grow warm. “Look at that greedy little pussy, taking my fingers so well.” You gasp as you feel him scissoring you open, preparing you to be stuffed full of his cock. He expertly crooks his fingers into a spot that had you crying out, desperately grabbing onto him as white hot pleasure seared across your entire body.

“Corey.” You whimper his name, nails digging into his arm as you feel the coil in your core winding impossibly tight, ready to snap at any second. Your thighs shake uncontrollably as you finally come undone.

“That's it baby, fuck.” Corey growls, fingers fucking into you at an animalistic pace as he pushes you through your high. Your arousal coated his hand, beads of your slick dripping down his wrist. “Again.” He orders firmly, not slowing as you feel pressure building in your core once again.

“I can't.” You respond weakly. You yelp as Corey suddenly pulls his fingers out of you and delivers a harsh slap to your clit.

“I said, again.” He growls dangerously, returning to his previous, vicious pace. His thumb presses roughly to your clit, fingers dragging deliciously over your sensitive walls. He works you right up to the edge, leaving you gasping and clawing at his wrists, before expertly tipping you over the edge. You sobbed as he repeated the the process two, three, four more times. Your body jolted as he tells his fingers against your clit. “Dirty girl.” He chuckles.

He flips you over onto your hands and knees, heat radiating off his chest as he blankets your back. He grabs roughly into your hips, his fingertips pushing into you in a way that you knew would leave bruises behind. You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “By the time I'm done with you you're only going to be able to think about me.” He groans next to your ear. Your knees threaten to give out as he eased inside of you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist in order to hold you upright. Corey curses as he bottoms out inside of you, hips molding to the curve of your ass as he pulls as your supple skin. “You always take me so perfectly, baby.” He coos, making you moan as he eased himself out to the top only to slam back into you. “Always doing so good, just for me.” You gasp at the feeling of his hot tongue running up the side of your neck, your thighs trembling as his pace gradually begins to increase. “Gonna have to fill you up, make sure everyone knows that pretty pussy belongs to me.” He tangles a hand in your hair, pushing your face down roughly into the couch cushions, the other delivering a sharp smack to your ass. The room filled with the sounds of your fervent moans and whine, his cock mercilessly pumping into your slick heat. He chuckles as he feels you tense, your gummy walls attempting to clamp down on him with every last remaining bit of strength as you come undone. You scream out his name as he roughly runs at your clit, tears streaming down your cheeks as you writhed underneath him, the overstimulating pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. He pulls you up by your hair, you whine as he bites down harshly on your neck, a growl bubbling up in his throat as you feel his hips start to stutter. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He snarls against the side of your face, a groan leaving him as he presses as deep inside of you as he can manage. He curses, hips rocking slightly as you feel his cum pool inside you. “That's my pretty girl, letting me fill her up.” He presses his lips to the top of your head. He keeps himself connected to you for a few moments, sweat dripping from his chest and into your back.

He begins to soothingly stroke his thumb over your stomach. “I'm gonna get you cleaned up, okay, baby?” He says softly, helping you into a more comfortable position before cleaning up his mess. He looks around the room, managing to find his stuff in order to slip the oversized shirt from his bag over your head. “I'll help you finish getting dressed in a minute, come here, love.” He collapses into the couch next to you, opening his arms for you to crawl into. He cradles you against his chest, fingers carefully carding through your hair, a drastic contrast to how rough he had been with you. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy.” You respond, making him chuckle.

“You doing okay after that, baby? Was I too rough?” You shake your head, fidgeting with his fingers as a soft smile settles into your lips.

“No, you weren't, I promise.” You lay your head against his shoulder, your eyes meeting his bright blue ones. “You really don't like it when the others compliment me, huh?” You giggle.

Corey chuckles in response, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle. “I just don't like people trying to take what's mine, baby.”

“You know I would never leave you, right?”

“Of course I do. I trust you completely, you're my girl. But, I know they're a bunch of fucking animals.” You both laugh. “I love you, and I'm so happy you're all mine.”

“I love you, Corey.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Now, how about we finish getting dressed, and we head back to the hotel, I'll see if the kitchen’s still open, maybe they can make us a pizza.” He offers with a laugh.

“You might have to carry my back, I don't think my legs work.”

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Corey:

Corey was all about comfort. Performing was hard on his body, more often than not leaving him with sore muscles and his throat completely raw. There was something almost therapeutic about throwing on his favorite pair of fleece pajama pants and an old, worn T-shirt that had definitely seen better days. You would slip into bed together, hushed goodnights and soft kisses as you settled into the mattress. He loves the way it felt when you would slip your hands under his shirt, letting your delicate touch roam over his body. He groans as you knead into his tired muscles, “don’t worry about me, baby.” He argued, but he made no move to stop your attentive care.

“You work too hard,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You gotta let me take care of you sometimes, yeah?” It was almost like a routine you had worked yourselves into, most of your nights ending the same way, with you noticing your boyfriend had drifted off by the sound of him snoring. It was comfortable, just how Corey liked it.

Sid:

It was impossible to keep clothes on Sid to begin with. He would constantly lose his shoes in the hotel rooms, you'd blink and he's suddenly walking around in nothing but his boxers in the tour bus, and if it was even a little too warm outside? Forget it, the shirt's coming off. Bed time was absolutely no different. He would start off in a T-shirt and some sweats, the two of you cuddled up in bed while you would absentmindedly scroll through your phones or watch a movie. Your hands would eventually drift under his shirt, just wanting to feel the warmth of his skin under your fingers. He would just chuckle, sitting you up and slipping the shirt over his head, pressing a kiss to your temple as you settled back down. Eventually, he would end up complaining about how hot it was, kicking his sweatpants onto the floor. He would chuckle as you teased him for always being naked. “Gotta let the body breathe, babe.” He would joke in response. Sometimes, he managed to keep his boxers on the entire night. But, more often than not, those also ended up getting discarded on the floor with the rest of his clothes. It was hard enough to keep clothes on him to begin with, it became even harder due to the fact that your boyfriend was almost always insatiably horny.

Chris:

There was nothing that you loved more than crawling into bed at the end of the long day, something that was only made more enjoyable now that you had someone to settle down with for the night. Chris slept hot, always. It was a blessing in the winter, being able to curl up against your own personal heater. But, he was also no stranger to the nefarious pranks from his band mates, meaning he always had to be somewhat clothed. Often opting for a thin pair of basketball shorts, maybe a T-shirt if it was particularly cold that night. Chris absolutely adores sleeping skin to skin if that's something you're comfortable with. He loves having you pressed to his strong chest, his fingers lazily dragging over your muscles, feeling how they shifted under his delicate touch. Your nights would always be filled with hushed conversations and laughter, Chris unable to stop himself from stealing chaste kisses that would leave you giggling until you eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Jim:

Sleeping with Jim was always a mess of tangled limbs as he crushed you underneath his massive body. Usually opting to sleep in just his boxers it always presented you the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with him. He would open his arms for you to crawl into, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you nestled against him, your body molding perfectly against his. You were the puzzle piece he never knew he needed up until the fateful day you two had met. Now, he couldn’t imagine spending a night away from you. Whether it was crammed into one of the bunks in the tour bus, or being sprawled out across his too big bed, only to end up tangled together in the middle of the mattress come morning, Jim always needed you within arms reach, he couldn’t sleep otherwise. “Come here, baby.” He mumbles groggily. He hikes your leg over his hip, the heavy weight of his muscular arm settling across your waist. “Comfy?” He asks quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as you let out a hum in response. He gently cards his fingers through your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest eventually lulling you to sleep.

Mick:

Mick chuckles as you pout at him from the edge of the bed. “Just go grab one of my shirts out of the drawer, love.”

“But, yours is warm.” You whine in response. “And it smells like you.” He sighs, eyeing you playfully.

“Always so needy, aren’t you mama?” He teases, letting out a soft laugh at the sight of your flustered expression. “Anything for my pretty girl.” He slips his T-shirt over his head, leaving him in a pair of simple, black sweatpants. You pull the soft fabric over your head, the way too big shirt pooling around your thighs. Mick lets out a quiet hum as his gaze drags hungrily over you.

“I definitely can’t complain about you stealing my clothes when you look like that.” He takes your hand, pulling you into bed next to him. You settle against his strong chest smiling as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Good night, you little thief.” He teases, making you laugh. You share a few more soft kisses until you eventually drift off in his arms.

Joey:

Joey groans, rolling out his shoulders as he kicks the hotel room door shut behind you. “You were incredible out there tonight.” You say with a smile, your arms sliding over his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He grins back, letting out a hum as your lips slot against his. “It’s all thanks to you being there.” He whispers against your lips, stealing one more chaste kiss before pulling away. Your cheeks grow warm at his sweet words, the two of you separating in order to get ready for bed. You slip under the covers with a sigh, settling underneath the cover while you wait for Joey to finish up in the bathroom. “Jesus, it’s fucking freezing in here.” You hear him complain as his stark naked form darts from the bathroom, practically diving into the bed. You giggle, pulling him into your arms once you manage to find him under the mess of blankets.

“Well, maybe if you actually wore some clothes it wouldn’t be so cold.” You tease in response.

“Yeah, but this is so much more comfortable.” He rebuttals with a smirk. He wraps his arms around you, his head nestling against your chest, making you giggle in response. He lets out a hum of approval as you play with his hair, his breathing growing slow and even as he drifts off in your loving embrace.

Paul:

You squeal as Paul blankets his full weight on top of you, he groans as he settles, chuckling when he feels you struggling against him. “You’re crushing me!” You giggle, pounding on him with your fists.

“But, I have a crush on you.” He argues back with a laugh. Eventually giving in, he rolls over, pulling you on top of him in the process. You let out a pleased hum as he presses his lips to yours. You smile as you cuddle into him, your hands wandering over his strong chest and soft stomach, tracing along the waistband of the shorts he had worn to bed. “What are you doing?” He asks with a curious, playful smile.

“You just feel nice, that’s my favorite thing about cuddling with you is being able to rub my hands over you.” His features soften, studying you with an expression of pure adoration.

“You're sweet.” He cups your cheek in his hand, gently angling your jaw upward in order to place a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulls you against him, enjoying the feeling of your fingers absentmindedly wandering over him until you both eventually fell asleep.

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You hummed quietly along with the music you had playing as you finished setting up your piercing room. You can't stop a smile from spreading across your lips as Chris’s name flashes on your phone. ‘Paul’s ready to kick my ass because I didn't tell him I was going to see you, mind if he tags along?” You roll your eyes, unable to stop the quiet laugh that slips past your lips as you type out your response. You had been working with the guys of Slipknot for years, most of their piercings having been done by you. They were honestly probably some of your favorite clients. There was never a dull moment when any of them came by your at home studio. Chris and Paul, however, had taken a particularly keen interest in you. The pair would always seem to compete for your attention, often bringing by small gifts or offering to take you out to dinner whenever they swung by.

‘As long as both of you promise to behave.’ You respond, tacking a flirty emoji onto the end and sending it off quickly before you have the chance to second guess yourself.

Both men had always been shameless flirts towards you, but every time you tried to respond back with any remarks of your own, you would just be left a flustered mess.

‘With you around baby, that's definitely a promise I can't make.’ You swallow thickly as you repeatedly trace over every word of his message.

Your heart raced as you heard them pull up outside, your bare feet padding across the floor as you jogged to meet them at the front door. “Well, hello beautiful.” You're immediately met with the sight of Paul’s warm smile as his attention turns to you. His eyes lazily drag over you, unable to stop himself from staring. Your morning outfit of a way too big t-shirt and a pair of shorts just barely long enough to peek past the hem seemed to be enough to catch both of their attention.

You squeal when Chris suddenly scoops you into his arms. “Don't you look pretty.” The compliment makes your cheeks grow warm.

You scoff playfully, trying to brush off the fact that their overwhelming attention was already leaving you flustered. Chris presses you flush against him, your toes barely skimming over the floor as he crushes you in a hug. Paul clears his throat, you catch him shooting an annoyed look at Chris who just chuckles in response as he sets you down. The pair swap, allowing the other man to pull you into a tight hug. “He's right, you know.” You pull back just enough to meet his warm brown eyes. “You look incredible, love.” He chuckles as you attempt to stutter out a thank you in response. You invited them both inside, leading them to the room you had set up.

“Make yourselves comfortable, I'm ready to go whenever you are.” You explain with a smile.

“You're so cute.” Chris chuckles as he passes you.

Paul lets out an amazed whistle. “Quite the setup you've got in here.” You can't help but giggle as he winks at you.

“Thank you,” you respond bashfully, “I like having the experience of piercing in a studio, but I definitely can't complain about the privacy.”

“Trust me,” Chris suddenly speaks up, a playful yet devious smirk laced across his lips. “We're definitely not complaining about getting you alone, either.” Your heart races as you feel both of their gazes trained on you.

You try your best to pretend it didn't faze you, rolling your eyes jokingly in response. “What am I going to do with you two?” You laugh in response. Chris’s bright blue eyes stay locked on you as you busy yourself in an attempt to hide your flustered expression.

“You could always just let us spoil you, baby.” He offers seductively.

“Please, you can't ask me to choose between my two favorite guys.” You respond with a pout.

“Who says I'm asking you to?” You let out a shocked, strangled sound in response to his question, making Paul laugh. “Don't think I haven't noticed those flirty little glances at both of us, baby.” He chuckles.

“Uh oh, someone's embarrassed.” Paul teases as you chew on your lip. Your heart thundered in your chest, it was loud enough you were sure they could hear it pounding.

Chris chuckles, “come here, pretty girl.” His large hand settles on the curve of your waist, his gaze hungrily trailing over you. “I’m sorry, you just look so cute when you're flustered… I can't help myself.” He states with a smirk.

“We’ll see how cute you think I am after this piercing’s over.” You giggle in response.

You took your time marking Chris’s ears, having to redo them a few times due to your hands shaking from the two of them making you laugh. “Ready?” You ask him softly.

“As ready as I'll ever be, baby.” He smirks in response. You feel Paul’s warm hand come to rest on your hip.

“Mind if I watch, love?” He whispers in your ear.

“Don't make her nervous, Paul.” Chris teases with a chuckle.

“I'll be fine, don't worry.” You smile in response. “Just don't cry, he'll never let you live it down.” You joke with a wink.

“Don't worry about me, sweetheart.” He responds confidently. You unpackaged the jewelry, getting it set up on the table before taking your needle out of its sanitary sleeve. You pick up his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, smiling at him reassuringly.

“Deep breath,” you instruct firmly as you check over the markings one final time, counting down before pushing the needle through his first ear. Chris winces, the arm of the chair creaking in his iron grip as you quickly slip in the jewelry. “Alright, one down, ready for the next one?”

You pause as his eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with an unmistakable mixture of adrenaline and lust. “Depends, do I get a kiss for being good?” He asks with a devious smirk.

“Chris.” Paul jumps in with a warning tone, an edge of anger to it that made your hair stand on end.

“I told you man, I plan on shooting my shot with her.” He explains, speaking past you to the other man as if you weren't even in the room. “You're more than welcome to do the same.” Chris finishes with a shit eating grin, earning a low chuckle from Paul. You didn't have to look at him to feel the annoyance rolling off him in waves. Chris had a nasty habit of pushing his buttons, especially when it came to both of their flirting with you.

“I'd steal her away from you too easily.” He snaps back instantly making the other man laugh.

“Both of you, cut it out.” You roll your eyes. You lower yourself, bringing yourself face to face with Chris. “Are you done being an ass?” You ask him softly. He sighs, the last thing he wanted was for you to be upset with him.

“I'm sorry, Paul.” He mumbles out an apology.

“No harm done,” he sighs in response, shaking off his tense demeanor with ease, “can't really blame us for fighting over such a pretty little thing, can you doll?”

“Still, I want both of you to play nice, understand?” They both nod and laugh in response.

“Yes, ma'am.” Paul replies.

“Whatever you want, mama.” Chris chuckles.

“Good.” You press a quick kiss to Chris's cheek, giggling when you see his shocked expression. “And so you two don't end up killing each other…” realizing your plan, Paul stoops down with a smile, allowing you to press a kiss to his cheek as well. “Now, can I finish up?” You got the second piercing out of the way with ease, Paul running to grab something from their car while you finished getting Chris cleaned up. You carefully wiped around the new piercing, listening to how he nervously drummed his fingers on the arm rest.

“So, you're going to shoot your shot, huh?” You ask with a smirk.

“I'm sorry–” he immediately begins to apologize.

“I don't think I ever said I had an issue with that.” He freezes, his gaze slowly drifting over to you. You let out a startled squeak as his arm wraps around your waist, quickly pulling you into his lap.

“You have no idea how crazy you drive me, do you?” He asks softly, his warm breath bouncing off your lips. He places a finger under your chin, pulling you in closer. “Every time I'm around you all I can think about how soft those pretty lips of yours must be.”

You swallow thickly, unable to tear your eyes away from him. Your heart raced, your mouth moving to stammer out a response that never came. You jumped when Paul steps into the room, he pauses, glancing between the two of you. “I'm not interrupting, I hope.” You hop off Chris’s lap as you finish cleaning up his piercings. “Do you have any jewelry or do you only sell that at the shop?”

“I have a few pieces,” you respond with a curious smile, “depends on what you're looking for.”

“I want to get a new barbell for my tongue, I was hoping you could pick out something nice for me.” He smiles, your cheeks grow warm as his eyes slowly trail over your small frame.

“I think I might have a few, let me go check.” You left the pair alone for a few minutes, laughing to yourself when you hear them quietly bickering in the other room. When you returned, Paul had gotten himself settled in your chair, Chris leaning on the wall at his side. Eventually deciding on one he liked, you offered to switch the jewelry out for him. Once you were within reach, Paul wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close while you worked. You had trouble keeping your fingers steady, every so often your eyes would manage to meet his, making your heart race.

“You look nervous, baby.” Chris points out with a laugh. You feel the warmth radiating off him as he steps closer to you. You suck in a deep breath, steadying yourself just enough to finish closing Paul’s piercing. Chris’s chin comes to rest on your shoulder, you hand Paul a mirror so he can inspect the new jewelry. “It looks good.” Chris remarks.

“Yeah?” Paul gives your waist a gentle squeeze as his attention turns to you. “What do you think, love?”

“I think it looks great.” You squeak back in response. He chuckles, glancing at Chris before turning his gaze back to you.

“You mind if I test it out? I want to make sure it's not going to get caught.”

You shoot him a confused look, “what do you mean test–” before you had a chance to finish your question his lips crash into yours. You stumble slightly as he pushes into you, Chris already prepared to support you as you crumpled against him. You tense for a moment, the pure shock of the situation causing you to need a second to process. The feeling of Paul’s lips on yours was intoxicating, the cold bite of metal of his lip piercing a harsh contrast to the gentleness he held your face with. Your eyes flutter shut, your arms drifting over his shoulders as you melted against Chris’s strong body. He lets out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl. His hands drift under your shirt, fingers ghosting over your skin. Paul’s hands wrap around your waist, thumbs tracing over your hips. You gasp for breath when he finally breaks the kiss, barely having time to catch the seductive smirk laced across his features as Chris makes quick work of dominating your attention. He grabs your face in his hand, the softness of your cheeks squishing between his fingers.

He chuckles at the sight of you: your pupils blown, chest heaving with every labored breath as you struggled to catch your breath. He drags his thumb over your bottom lip, his gaze slowly tracing over your features. “Guess I've got some stiff competition.” He jokes with a laugh.

“I told you man, I'll fight you for her.” Your heart races as you're held between the two men.

“You heard her, we gotta play nice.” Paul chuckles in response to Chris’s remark.

“I guess we’ll just have to share her… as long as that's alright with you, love.” Your breath freezes in your lungs as his warm brown eyes meet yours.

You tried your hardest to speak but no words managed to pass your lips, you nodded in response, causing both men to chuckle. “We’ll take good care of you, pretty girl.” Chris states seductively, trailing his lips along your jaw.

“Bedroom?” Paul questions simply, his fingers kneading into your hips in a way that makes your knees weak.

“Upstairs.” You manage to get out breathlessly. Paul wastes no time taking you up there. You squeal as he effortlessly scoops you up in his arms before practically bolting up the stairs. The moment he sets you down Chris is on top of you. His lips crash into yours, a strong arm wrapping around your waist to steady you. A hand slides over your cheek before Paul steals you away from Chris. You hum softly as you feel Chris’s hands slip under your shirt, carefully guiding the fabric off of you. Paul pulls back, unable to stop his eyes from dropping to your mostly exposed torso. He trails a knuckle up your spine, making you shiver. He undoes the clasp of your bra, Chris sinking his teeth into your shoulder as the strap is eased away.

“You're so beautiful, baby.” Paul purrs as his lips slot against yours.

Chris lets out a hum of agreement, “and she's all ours.” The feeling of being trapped between them was making your head spin, barely having time to focus on one of their actions before the other would jump in and steal your attention away. Your body covered by wandering hands, you were barely able to get a breath in as you were steadily passed from kissing one of them to the other as they worked off the remainder of your clothes. You scream as Chris tosses you over his shoulder, laughing as he tosses you onto the mattress. His strong arms hook around your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed. You gasp as Chris eagerly laps at your already drenched folds, he lets out an obscene groan at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. “You're already soaked, baby. Did we really turn you on that much?” He teases.

“Don't be mean,” Paul coos in your defense, taking your face in his hand as he uses the other to fumble with his belt. “We both attacked her out of nowhere, it's only natural she's a little overwhelmed.” He jokes with a laugh. He curses as you glance up at him through your lashes, opening your mouth as he slowly slides his member past your lips. You moan around him, your hips moving on their own as Chris expertly rolls his tongue over your clit. “That's it, baby, fuck, just like that.” He groans, his fingers lacing into your hair. You jolt as Chris hums against you, a shrill whine forcing its way past your lips. Tears gather along your lashes as Paul roughly drags you over his length, the tip of his member knocking into the back of your throat as he tries to stop his hips from snapping forward to meet your mouth. Your back arches off the bed, your thighs clamping tightly around Chris’s head. Your hands fist into the sheets, the loud moan he tore free from you allowing Paul to pull out of your mouth and crash his lips against yours. You whine as Paul pushes Chris's head away, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Can't let you have all the fun.” He remarks as Chris shoots him a dirty look.

Paul wraps an arm around your waist, effortlessly flipping you onto your stomach. He grabs your hips, thick fingers digging into your supple flesh as he puts you on your knees at the edge of the bed. His hands wrap around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he drags his tongue over your soaked core. Chris curses, pulling himself free from the confines of his pants, watching you intently as he strokes his member. You couldn't stop the moans spilling from your lips, every slow, deliberate pass of Paul's tongue sending a jolt of white hot pleasure through your body. The round head of his piercing prodded deliciously at your clit, the sensation enough to make your legs shake. “You look so pretty, baby.” Chris praises softly, carefully taking your chin in his hands, guiding you up onto your forearms. “Is he making you feel good?” He asks. You can only nod in response, every word being suppressed by the breath getting stolen from your lungs. “Yeah?” He can't help but chuckle at your needy, fucked out expression. “You're doing such a good job for us, baby.” Chris swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, you eagerly take it into your mouth as he presses it into your tongue. He lets out a breath groan as he watches the way your lips wrap around the digit. “So fucking pretty.” He sighs, stroking himself in time with the movements of his other hand. Paul's breathing was heavy as he finally allowed himself a moment to separate from you. You yelp as he sinks his teeth into your plush thigh, Chris chuckles as he feels you bite down on his thumb. “Careful, Paul, I don't want to make her cry just yet.”

“Bastard.” He laughs in response, pressing a kiss to your leg in order to ease the sting. “Was I too rough with you, love?” You shake your head lazily in response. “Good girl.” He praises before repeating the process, leaving a trail of dark marks in his wake. Chris sits on his knees, giving himself a few preparatory pumps as you prepare to take him into your mouth. He curses as he presses the tip of his member to your tongue, swiping the velvety head over the muscle. You gasp as Paul lines himself up with your entrance, pushing himself inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace. Chris’s fingers tangle into your hair, holding you in place as he fucks into your mouth. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” Paul groans, your eyes rolling back as you feel the tip of his member brush deep inside of you.

Chris moans as he feels your lips tighten around his length. He gently grabs your chin in his hand, “You're doing such a good job, making both of us feel so good, baby.” He growls, his bright blue eyes locking on yours. You yelp as Paul delivers a sharp slap to your ass, his warm fingers rubbing soothing circles on the spot immediately afterwards.

“She makes such cute sounds, doesn't she?” Paul coos, delivering another slap to your ass that has you squeezing around him.

“I don't know what I like more, those sweet little moans of hers or the fact that she keeps pulling me in every time you do that.” Chris chuckles. You moan as he tugs harshly on your hair, pushing himself as deep into your mouth as he could. You gag around him, tears spilling past your lashes and onto your cheeks. “So pretty.” Chris praises, collecting one of the salty trails on his thumb before sticking it in his mouth. You gasp for air when Chris finally releases his hold on you. He guides you upwards until your back rested against Paul’s chest, allowing him to hit an entirely new spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. He dips a hand between your legs, you moan as he draws slow circles on your clit. Paul paws at your breasts, kneading your sensitive mounds in his rough calloused hands.

“We’re going to make you feel really good, baby.” Paul whispers in your ear. “You just let us handle all the work, yeah?” He turns you to face him, hungrily pressing his lips to yours. Your body jolts as Chris’s thumb presses firmly into your clit, your thighs trembling as you resist the urge to come undone in their hands.

“You're going to be a lot of fun to play with, aren't you, love?” Chris asks, chuckling as he notices how you're struggling to keep your composure. Every thrust of Paul’s hips hit a spot deliciously deep inside of you, a broken moan slips past your lips as he rolls your nipples between his fingers. Chris keeps up his steady, relentless pace, pumping himself with his free hand, collecting your arousal on his fingers to use as his own personal lube. Your cheeks burned as you realized how drenched you were, yet, the sight was oddly arousing. You whine as Chris’s pace increases, feeling yourself slowly creeping towards your climax. Chris grabs your face in his hand, forcing your eyes to remain locked on his. “I can't wait to feel that pretty pussy wrap around me, baby.” He growls, his lips hanging just out of reach. “Doesn’t she feel good, Paul?”

“She feels fucking perfect.” He groans in response. “Not to mention, she fits perfectly in our hands.” He adds on with a chuckle.

Chris lets out a hum of affirmation. “It's like she was made just for us.” You melt into him as he presses his lips to yours, Paul groans at the sight, you moan loudly as he starts to fuck into you harder.

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Corey:

“I'd like to invite a special guest to the stage if that's alright.” You smirk as you glance in Corey’s direction. He was already laughing, shaking his head as he waited to see just what you had in store for him. The crowd's cheers thundered through the venue, wondering just who you would be bringing out to perform with you tonight. You stand at the edge of the stage, taking Corey’s hand in your own, keeping him just out of sight. The crowd falls silent as you bring the microphone to your lips, waiting in excited anticipation. “Have you met my boyfriend before?” You can't help but laugh as the room explodes with cheers. You tug him after you, presenting him to the crowd. “Think it would be alright if he sang a song with me?” You ask playfully, Corey laughs and squeezes your hand at the crowds over the top response. You motion to your band, who starts to queue up the next song, one of your stage techs jogging out to the middle of the stage to give Corey a mic.

“You look incredible out here tonight, baby.” He whispers in your ear, hand pawing at your waist as he pulls you closer. You can't help but laugh as Corey tips you backwards, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

Sid:

Today was one of the days on tour where you just didn't stop moving. You had to run to an interview first thing in the morning, get through sound check for your show tonight, and had to get ready to do a meet and greet all well before noon. You thanked the girl that was currently in front of her, giving her one last hug goodbye before she left the signing table. You're in the process of sitting back down when the next person approaches. You greet them happily, freezing when you notice what they had placed on the table to be signed. It was a framed picture of you and your boyfriend that you just happened to remember seeing on your entryway table before heading out a couple weeks ago. “Come here often?” You can't stop the laughter that bubbles up in your throat in response to his question, a smile instantly spreading across your face when your eyes meet Sid’s.

You rush around the signing table, letting him crush you in a tight hug. “What are you doing here?” You ask, giggling as he peppers your face with kisses.

“I'm your biggest fan, do you really expect me to miss a meet and greet?” He teases with a wink.

Chris:

Chris loved watching you perform, but it was no secret that he got a bit jealous about all the guys trying to catch your attention from the crowd. You were a phenomenal performer: you had an absolutely intoxicating stage presence, the voice of an angel, not to mention you were just so incredibly sexy. Chris didn't blame them for being in love with you, but he didn't like there being any confusion about what belonged to him. Half way through the show, after hearing one of the guys in the front row shout your name one too many times, Chris has decided he has had enough. He walks out onto stage, waving to the cheering crowd. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He waits for you to finish your verse before crushing his lips against yours. You can't help but giggle as you feel his hand wander to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You playfully swat his chest, laughing as he steals a few more kisses before jogging off stage, leaving you a flustered mess in the middle of your performance.

Jim:

You ran off stage, exchanging hugs and high fives with your hand and the rest of your crew. “Amazing job tonight everyone, thank you so much.”

You stop when someone calls your name, “there's someone here who wants to meet you!” You hurry over to him, expecting someone's sister or friend. You weren't expecting the hulking mass of man that looked a little too familiar to you. He can't stop his eyes from flickering over your small form as you approach, making your cheeks grow warm. He sticks out his hand for you to shake once you're close enough, a gesture you kindly accept. Your eyes meet his, and that's when it hits you.

“Oh hey, Jim!” He chuckles as you finally recognize him. You had met Slipknot’s guitarist a few times in passing, but this was the first time you had ever seen him in person without his mask. The two of you would always end up passing flirty remarks and glances by the end of the night. He seemed almost impressed that you remembered him. The tech that called you over politely excuses himself. “I have to admit, I'm a little surprised to see you here. I didn't think I would make it very high on your list of shows to attend.” You joke, making him chuckle in response.

“What can I say? Every video I've seen of you perform you are absolutely intoxicating to watch,” your cheeks grow warm at his flirtatious tone, “and it's pretty safe to say you're even more stunning in person.” He smirks slightly, not missing your flustered expression. “I was hoping maybe you'd like to join me for dinner?”

Mick:

You had a couple weeks left until you were able to return home from tour. It was getting to the point where you wanted nothing more than to be able to fling yourself into your husband's arms, being away from home was always just a little bit harder when he wasn't there. But, if there's one thing Mick loves, it's a surprise.

You were taking a quick sip of your water when the room erupted into applause, making you jump and drop the bottle in the process. You turn to see just what all the commotion was about, freezing when your eyes land on the familiar masked man at the opposite side of the stage. You scream his name, tripping over yourself, your shoes slipping across the stage as you bolt for him. You threw yourself at him, his strong arms ready to pull you into his waiting embrace. You hide your face against him, trying your best to keep your emotions in check. He carefully cards his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your head through his mask. “I missed you too.” He says in your ear, successfully opening the floodgates. “Come on love, we got a show to finish.” He chuckles.

Joey:

“That’s my fucking wife!” The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as Joey screams from his place right in front of the stage. You can't help but laugh, dropping the mic away as you playfully roll your eyes. You smirk slightly as your eyes land on him. Joey was by far your number one fan, always front row at every one of your shows he was able to attend. You motion to him, strutting your way over to where he was.

“My husband, ladies and gentlemen.” You laugh again as the venue once again erupts. You hold up your hand, effortlessly silencing the crowd. “Mr. Jordison, would you like to join me for a song or two?” Every time you invited him up on stage he always got the brightest smile, one that makes your heart flutter, unable to stop a matching grin of your own from spreading across your features. He vaults over the barrier, pulling him up onto stage with ease. You scream as he tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you with him as he makes his way to the drum set. He settles onto the stool, dropping you in his lap. You grab his face, pulling him into a passionate kiss that has the crowd roaring. He smiles against your lips, lucky to have someone as perfect as you.

Paul:

“Sing for me? Please?” Paul asks you sweetly.

“You want me to sing for you?” You ask with a soft smile. “Why?”

“Because I never get tired of hearing your voice.” You can't help but laugh slightly in response, pulling him in for a tender kiss.

“Okay, but you have to sing with me.” He hums softly in agreement, his lips brushing over yours as he steals a few more gentle kisses. You loved when Paul sang with you. No matter how much he would try to convince you he has a terrible voice or how ‘screaming into a mic all the time' fried any vocal talent he could have had. But, you adored the subtle rasp in his voice as he harmonized with you, the way he would chuckle and bashfully look away whenever your eyes met his. No matter how embarrassed he might have felt, Paul would do anything to hear his little song bird sing.

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You absentmindedly flicked through your TV, turning it off when you decided there was nothing worth watching. You had forgotten how boring it was when you weren't on tour. You pick up your phone, pulling up your contact list. You stared at Chris’s name, his smiling face staring back at you from the silly photo you kept of him, your thumb hovering over the call button. You sigh, locking your phone and tossing it across the couch. You really hated to admit it, but you missed him. You missed all of his playful flirting, his contagious laughter, and how his bright blue eyes never failed to leave you a flustered mess under their gaze. During the last week of the tour, you found yourself spending practically every night with him. You would quietly sneak down to their bunks, taking special caution not to wake anyone up as you crept towards Chris’s bed at the end of the hall. The slightest sound or shift from one of the other guys makes you freeze in your tracks. The majority of the time he would still be awake by the time you got there, on a few occasions he even ventured out to the couch where you were sleeping just to tug you back to bed with him. “Can't sleep.” He would mutter bashfully in response whenever you would question why he was still up. The two of you would lay there, crammed side by side on the small mattress, your nose brushing against his as you shared whispers and hushed laughter in an attempt not to wake the others. Chris’s touches were always hesitant at first: brushing hair from your cheek, his hand settling along your waist before realizing what he was doing and jolting away, how when he thought you were asleep, you would feel him press a soft kiss to your forehead, easily being able to drift off now that you were in his arms. You would wake up every morning a tangled mess of limbs; you couldn't help but notice how he seemed unusually flustered as he reluctantly separated himself from your warmth. Now, you were lying alone on your couch, staring up at the ceiling, replaying all those memories in your head as you agonized over your current situation.

“There's nothing wrong with calling him; we're friends, for God's sake!” You try to argue with yourself. The thought flashed through your head about how he was probably seeing somebody else now that he was home; you swallowed thickly, trying to press down the lump that had formed in your throat. You shouldn't care whether he was or not, but you just couldn't stop the thought from eating away at you. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, you had fallen for him. Something about being with him made everything better, colors seemed a bit brighter, and you always found yourself laughing a bit harder than usual whenever you were around him.

You're startled from your thoughts when your phone rings, a small scream slipping past your lips as your ringtone blares through the otherwise silent room. Your eyes widen slightly, your heart racing at the sight of Chris’s name on the screen. You take a deep breath, attempting to steady your nerves as you answer it. “Hello?” You internally curse at the noticeable shake in your tone.

“Hey, baby.” You could have melted from the sound of his voice alone. “Are you busy today?” You couldn't stop the smile that immediately spread across your features.

“Not at all, why?” There was a slight pause as Chris built up the courage to spit out his question.

“Well, I'm going to be nearby… I was, um, would you– fuck.” You can't help but giggle slightly as he trips over his words. He chuckles, taking a steadying breath before finally managing to ask, “Can I take you out somewhere?” There was another short pause before he continued. “This is probably going to sound really fucking stupid, but, um…” he laughs softly in an attempt to push through his nerves, “I've missed getting to see you every day. I know this is a long shot, but I was hoping I could steal you away for myself for a few hours.”

You glanced at the time. “Think you could come get me around 6?” You ask softly.

There was a pause before he responded as if he couldn't believe you had actually said yes. “Of course, baby, that sounds perfect.” You could practically hear the dumb grin that spread across his face as he talked. “Just make sure you wear something pretty for me, okay?” He teases, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I'll see you in an hour.” You giggle in response, hesitantly exchanging your goodbyes before hanging up. It took you until you set your phone down to realize your heart was pounding, unable to wipe the excited smile off your face as you practically bolted upstairs to get ready.

You were still trying to decide which shoes to wear when you heard a car pull into your driveway. You could see Chris sitting in the driver's seat, hyping himself up in his rearview mirror before getting out. The sight was enough to make you laugh; it was cute that he seemed nervous about coming to pick you up. You hear him knock, “coming!” You call as you enter the hallway. You jog down the stairs, hurrying to open the door. Chris freezes the moment his eyes land on you.

“Woah.” He breathes out, his gaze trailing over your smaller form in a way that makes your cheeks grow warm. “You look great, baby.” He speaks softly, a smile spreading across his features.

“You don't look so bad yourself.” You smile flirtatiously. He reaches for you, his hands settling perfectly against your waist as yours effortlessly slide over his shoulders. A perfect fit. Your heart pounds as he pulls you flush against him. It was at this moment that it really set in just how much you missed being in his arms. His fingers slide into your hair, cradling your head to his chest. You can't help but smile as you hear how his heart raced, his fingers pressing tenderly into your skin as if he couldn't believe you were really standing here in front of him.

“I missed you.” He confesses softly.

It takes you a moment to find your voice, but Chris can't help but grin at your shaky tone. “I missed you, too.” You reluctantly separate from one another, his hands lingering on your waist, not wanting to let you go. “Your hair’s getting long," you remark, unable to keep the flustered smile off your face as his eyes meet yours. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” He asks, genuine surprise laced into his tone. “It definitely helps Mick get all the girls, so I was hoping it would help me get you.” He jokes with a wink. You giggle, playfully pushing his chest.

“Dork.” He beams down at you, making you squeal as he crushes you in another hug.

“Come on, let's get out of here, busy night ahead.” He hints cryptically, winking at you. He takes your hand as he walks you to his car. You can't help but laugh at the small bow he gives you as he opens the passenger side door. “Princess, your carriage awaits.” You notice him cringe slightly at the terrible line.

“Why thank you, my knight in shining armor.” You respond, quickly kissing his cheek before slipping into the car.

You had missed this.

You sped along the highway, warm sun streaming in through the open windows. You were laughing so hard your ribs hurt, tears collecting along your lashes as you listened to one of Chris’s absolutely outlandish stories from the earlier days on tour. “You're lying!” You managed to get out through your fits of giggles. “There's no way Paul and Corey actually threw a trash bag full of shit out of a moving tour bus.”

“I swear, it was the grossest fucking thing I've ever seen.” He responds, his shoulders shaking with laughter of his own. You lean into him, letting your head come to rest against his shoulder. You feel him tense momentarily, an arm hesitantly sliding around you, tugging you the slightest bit closer as he relaxes. Part of you wished you could stay like this forever. Chris was so warm, you can't help but be drawn into him as you cuddle closer, his thumb languidly stroking over your hip as you dip into a comfortable lull in the conversation.

“So,” you start in an attempt to break the silence that had settled over you, “you still haven't told me where you're taking me.” You finish playfully, pressing a kiss to his cheek and making him chuckle.

“And ruin the surprise?” He teases in response, knowing just how much you hated the anticipation. He glances over at you, his heart skipping a beat as he meets your eyes for the briefest moment. “The moment I saw this place all I could think of was you.” He admits bashfully, his hand gently squeezing your waist as he talks. “So, I'm going to have to ask you to trust me, okay?”

“Okay.” You respond softly. Your heart raced, his original excuse of swinging by cause he was in the area getting tossed out the window as you realized just how much thought Chris had put behind spending the day with you. You let your head fall against his shoulder, comfortably curling into his side as you watched the road stretch on endlessly in front of you.

You pulled into a small parking lot, a bright orange stucco building sat amongst a myriad of lush, green plants. Certain spots of the wall had begun to deteriorate with age, exposing some of the beautiful brick work below. The outdoor patio was surrounded by a wall of the same vibrant orange, dark wooden beams rising out of the stone leading up to an ivy wrapped canopy, tiny lights twinkling amongst the leaves. Your mouth watered at the smell of food in the air; the deep smoky aroma from the brick pizza oven, bright tomato sauces paired with pungent basil, all topped with an unmistakable note of garlic. Chris laughs as he hears your stomach growl. “I take it Italian was a good choice?” He jokes.

“I’d say the top way to seduce me is with garlic bread, so you made a pretty great decision.” You giggle.

“That’s all it takes, huh?” He jokes, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “And here I was ready to get on my hands and knees.” His charming smirk makes your breath catch in your throat. Your heart was racing, and from the hungry expression that settled across his features you could have sworn Chris could hear it. He lets his gaze travel over you, mapping out all the familiar curves and angles of your body that he had missed so much. There was nothing he wanted more than to hold you in his arms, feeling the way you fit so perfectly against him.

“I mean, I wouldn't complain.” You tease in response, making him chuckle.

“Come on, beautiful, let's get something to eat.” He wraps an arm around your waist once you're out of the car, pulling you into his side, and placing a kiss to the top of your head. His grasp slowly slips away from you, hand catching yours to keep you close as you walk through the door into the busy lobby. The hostess greets you with a pleasant smile, “Hi, reservation for Chris.” You can't keep the smile off your face. Everything he did just proved how much he had been thinking about taking you out tonight, the thought alone was enough to make your heart race.

“Of course, we have the table you requested all set up.” You can't miss the excited look she exchanged with her coworker as she grabs your menus, leading you to your table. You were brought out onto a small back patio, a few other tables with couples situated neatly around the space. The air was filled with the sweet smell of fresh flowers that seemed to cover every inch of open space available to them, tea lights sat inside green glass lanterns in the middle of each table. She seats you before hurrying off. You move for your chair, pausing as Chris places a hand to the small of your back.

“Please, allow me.” He states softly, pulling out your chair for you, offering you his hand as you sit, before sliding you closer to the table. A quiet ‘thank you’ tumbles from your lips. He sits down across from you, clearing his throat as he settles into his seat. He freezes as his eyes meet yours, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he takes a moment to study your features.

“What is it?” You can't keep the grin off your own face, Chris unable to take his eyes off you.

“I just missed you…” He starts, breathing out an awkward chuckle. “And you look beautiful, it's kind of hard to look away.” He admits bashfully, making your cheeks grow warm. You reach over the table, hesitating momentarily before taking his hand in yours. “Sorry, my palms are kind of sweaty.” He states, making you laugh.

“It's okay, I didn't notice.” You respond, shooting him a playful smirk.

Your heart was pounding. There were so many things you wanted to tell him about, so much had happened while the two of you had been apart. But, for the life of you, you couldn't think of a single thing to say. You were just so caught up in the fact that Chris was here, in front of you, you could physically reach out and touch him. That fact alone was already overwhelming. You both jump as your waitress approaches the table, Chris’s gaze lingering on you for another moment before looking away.

Gradually, the other couples on the patio finished their meals, leaving the two of you alone just as the sun began to set over the horizon. The conversation that flowed between you was effortless, it's like the two of you had never been apart in the first place. Chris’s hand never left yours, bright blue eyes studying your features, hanging on every moment as his thumb drags across the valley of your knuckles. Your attention eventually turns to the sunset, vibrant oranges and reds burning across the evening sky. Chris states your name softly, “would you like to dance with me?”

“I'd love to.” You respond with a coy smile. He stands, offering you his hand as he gently tugs you from your seat. He slowly spins you around before slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against him. He sways you in time with the rhythm of the music that drifted from inside, neither of you able to tear your eyes away from the other. You wished you could stay like this forever. Chris’s fingertips press into the plush of your hip, his other hand languidly tracing over your knuckles. You fit so perfectly against him, your bodies moving in sync. You both laugh as you stumble over your feet slightly, Chris quick to catch you and steady you against him.

“Don't worry,” he states reassuringly, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes meet his, “I've got you.” He lazily studies you, tracing over every subtle curve and angle of your features. Your heart pounded in your chest, you found yourself chewing on your bottom lip as you thought about how much you wanted him to kiss you at that moment. He rests the hand he was holding on his shoulder, taking the opportunity to brush some stray hair from your cheek. His palm was warm against your face, you can't help but lean into his touch, cheeks growing warm at the gentle contact. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers. His thumb languidly trails over your skin, he clears his throat when he's unable to tear his attention away from your lips. “Would it be alright if I, um–”

“Jackson, you can't go out there! They're having a moment!” Chris chuckles at the sound of your waitress yell-whispering at one of her coworkers.

“If their food gets cold, Susan will kill me.” He argues in response. “How was I supposed to know I’d be interrupting a literal fucking romance novel?”

Chris sighs, giving your waist one final sleeve. “I'm sorry–”

“It's okay.” You rush to reassure him. “Chris, I'm having a great time.” He smiles down at you in response, but he still seemed a bit tense. He just wanted tonight to go perfectly. Ever since the two of you had parted ways at the airport he hadn't been able to get the thought of you out of his head. Most of his nights had been spent sleepless, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could reach over and pull you into his arms. He missed the feeling of you lying in bed next to him, the way you would squeeze him tighter in your sleep if you were having a bad dream, how you would bury your face into his chest in an attempt to shield your eyes from the early morning sun. When the realization had set in, it made him sick to his stomach. He had fallen in love with you. He kept replaying the last time he saw you over and over in his head.

He had walked you outside so you could meet whoever you had called to pick you up. It was raining, of course it was fucking raining. The awning did little to protect you from the weather, both of you completely soaked through in a matter of minutes. “I told her to be early, I knew she was going to get stuck in traffic.” You groan. “Chris you can head back in, I don't want you to have to wait out in this.”

“I'll be alright, baby, it's just a little rain.” He chuckles. “Besides, I'm just not quite ready to say goodbye yet.” You shivered, whether it was from the rain or Chris’s words you couldn't be sure. Two large hands find their way to your waist, turning you around to face him. “I've had an incredible time with you the past few weeks,” he can't hide his nervous expression, tripping over his own words as he rambles in an attempt to confess what was really on his mind. “I'm going to miss getting to hold you in my arms all night. It's going to be awfully lonely without you around, that's for sure.”

You also were struggling to find the right words to say. There were so many things you wanted to say to him, but you knew once you crossed that line there was no going back. You wanted him to come back with you, the thought of not being able to see him for however long until the next tour made your chest grow tight. “I'm always just a phone call away.” Your voice strains as you speak, struggling to keep your emotions in check. Chris notices the tears prick at the corners of your eyes and something snaps in him. He crushes you against him, you could hear his heart racing as your ear presses to his chest. “I'll see you again before you know it.” He carefully takes your face in his hands, angling your chin upwards until your eyes meet his. “I promise.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips slot against yours. You kept kissing him until your lungs burned for air, your need to breathe eventually forcing you apart.

“Don't forget about me, okay?” You whisper against his lips, a smile finding its way to your face.

“As if it would be that fucking simple.” He chuckles, crushing his lips against yours again. You jump when your phone starts to ring in your pocket.

“Hey, where are you?” You start to look around for her car. “I'm parked out front, but I don't– oh my god. Oh my god! Alright, finish saying goodbye to your little boyfriend.” Your face burns as you see her flash your lights at you. “I'll be right here whenever you're done.”

“I take it, that's your ride?” Chris asks with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that's me.” You reply, that tight feeling reemerging in your chest. “I guess, I'll see you soon.”

“I'll get in touch with you soon, okay?” His thumb trails across your cheek. You nod in response, not wanting to let him go. “I–” he pauses, deciding whether or not he actually wants to say what was on his mind. He sighs, his features softening into a smile. “Let me know when you get home safely.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling you in for one last tight hug, before disappearing back inside.

He should have said what he really wanted to, maybe things would have worked out. There was still a part of him that felt like this was all a dream; being able to feel your soft skin under his fingers, the way your warm lips pressed to his pulse, how your body always molded so perfectly to his. He didn't think he deserved any of it. Yet, here you were sitting right in front of him, looking just as beautiful as he remembered. Every time you laughed it made his heart race, the sight of your smile was enough to make him trip over his words. Conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you throughout the entirety of dinner, Chris hanging on every word as you caught him up on what had been happening in your life the past couple months, wishing he could have been there to have been a part of it. You sat and talked for hours, the burning orange sunset being replaced by an inky black night, the sky broken up by a paint splatter of stars. He can't keep the smile off his face as he holds out a spoonful of the dessert you were sharing, watching as your lips delicately wrapped around the utensil, your eyes meeting his, causing something to stir in the pit of his stomach. “You've got a little–” he reaches out without hesitation, wiping the bit of chocolate from the corner of your lips. His heart pounds as he watches the flustered expression spread across your features. He quickly pulls his hand back, knocking into his glass of wine in the process. “Shit!” He curses, his white t-shirt now splotched with dark red stains. He groans, futilely dabbing at the mess with his napkin. “I was going to take you somewhere else after this, I definitely don't want to do that looking like this.” He sighs aggravatedly. You watch as his shoulders scrunch to his ears, his eyes unable to meet yours.

“Why don't we go back to my place.” You offer. “I'm pretty good at getting stains out.” You reach across the table, taking his hand into yours, his posture softens slightly at your touch.

“I'm sorry I messed everything up.” He apologizes.

“I don't think you messed anything up… I think today has gone pretty perfectly if you ask me.” You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. “So, are you going to take me home, or what?” You ask playfully, making him laugh softly.

“Let's get out of here, baby.” He smiles, taking your hand and leading you through the restaurant, back out into the warm evening. You curl into his side the moment he sits in the driver's seat, he wraps an arm around your shoulders to hold you close. He fidgets with your sleeve, the ride back to your house mostly silent.

“You should take me back there some day.” You say as you let your head fall to rest against his shoulder.

He chuckles, “oh yeah?” You nod. He pauses for a moment, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze. “Being with you makes me really happy.” He admits quietly. You can't stop the dumb grin that spreads across your features. You lean closer to him, pressing a timid kiss to his cheek.

“I feel the same way.” You respond in a similar tone as you settle against his side.

Chris sticks close behind you as you make your way to your front door, his hands settling on your waist as your shaky hands fumble with your keys. “Come on in.” You welcome him inside. Curiosity gets the better of him as he peers around at all the knick-knacks and pictures in your entry way. Pictures of you with friends, your family, he couldn't help but notice there were quite a few of you and him together as well. He trails after you, nearly walking into you as you suddenly stop at your washing machine. “Strip.” You order, making him chuckle.

“I don't know, you didn't ask very nicely.” He teases, using his sheer size to pin you between your washer and his body. Your face burns as your words fail you, your jaw falling slack as you struggle to stutter out any sound at all.

“Please.” You eventually manage weakly.

“Much better.” He praises you with a wink. You're unable to tear your eyes off him as he peels his shirt over his head. He laughs when he catches you staring. “Like something you see, baby?”

You nod slowly, letting your gaze trail over his broad shoulders. “I think you should walk around like this more often.” You state playfully, making him smirk in response.

“Oh yeah? You think so?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, unable to stop your heart from racing as he leans in closer to you. He presses a finger to your chin, gently keeping you anchored in place. His lips hung just out of reach, a playful expression settling across his features as he stared down at you. “I think someone might get a little too distracted if I did something like that.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back. “You're cute.” He mutters. His gaze traces over your face, a soft smile settling in his lips as he mentally listed off everything he loved about getting to study you so closely.

“What's that look for?” Your voice trembled as you let the question tumble from your lips.

“You're just so pretty up close.” His compliment makes you giggle. You attempt to look away only for him to gently catch your face in his hand, keeping your attention firmly on him. “Especially when you smile like that.” You reluctantly separate from him. You had kissed him dozens of times at this point, so why did doing so right now seem so nerve wracking? You cleared your throat, shaking your head in an attempt to free yourself from your racing thoughts. Chris hands over his shirt, allowing you to work your magic before tossing it in the wash.

“I might have a sweatshirt or something you can throw on in the meantime.” You offer.

“That would be great, baby.” He follows you as you make your way up to your bedroom, chuckling under his breath as he looks around. Everything in here was just so undeniably you, from the comforter on the bed to the bureau overflowing with trinkets. You open your closet, digging through your sweatshirts while trying to keep your mind from wandering to Chris’s half naked form behind you. You couldn't stop your eyes from settling in him, your motions slowing as you took a moment to drink in the sight of him. The muscles in his back flexed as he stretched, his tattoos only adding to the contours of his strong arms. His jeans were held up by a tightly cinched belt that pressed into his soft stomach. The thought flashing through your mind about how you'd like to have your lips on every inch of him. You quickly snap your eyes away when he glances in your direction. You hear him chuckle, a shiver running down your spine at the sound. He starts in your direction. Slow, heavy footsteps stalk closer at a deliberate pace. You feel the heat radiating off his body once he's close enough to you, his tall frame blocking out the light behind you. Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers spread across the expanse of your throat, his thumb hooking under your jaw to hold you in place as he cautiously restricts your air, not wanting to rush into anything too quickly. “You just can't seem to keep your eyes off me, can you baby?” The slight teasing tone in his voice makes your cheeks grow warm.

“Can you blame me?” Chris can't help but smile at the sound of your voice trembling. He turns you around, guiding you backwards until your back presses against the wall, his hand still wrapped firmly around your throat. There was a hesitancy behind Chris’s usual confidence, treating you like you were made of porcelain. His lips hang just out of reach, his breath warm as it bounces off your skin. His eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of hesitation in your expression. “Chris?” The sound of you saying his name was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. It took you a moment to find your voice, “I want you.” Chris’s heart stops at the three simple words. His lips easily find yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you fall into a slow, easy rhythm. He planned on taking as much time with you as he could, wanting your first time together to be special. But, there was also a part of him that planned on ruining you for any other man. The feeling of his lips on yours was intoxicating, your hands wandering over his bare torso. You can't stop the soft gasp that slips past your lips at the feeling of his fingers tightening around your throat. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, squeezing your thighs together as Chris stares down at you hungrily.

“You're sure about this?” His breathing was ragged, his voice husky as he struggled to keep himself in check. “We can always stop–”

You push yourself into your toes, crushing your lips against his. Chris quickly took the hint, kissing you back with a ferocious intensity. Your fingers hook into the belt loops on his jeans, tugging him closer. He lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. His hands slide under the backs of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you from the floor in order to guide your legs around his waist. You moan as you feel him nip at your bottom lip, his hand leaving it's your position resting on your throat to pin your hands above your head. You shiver as the scruff of his cheek brushes over your skin, angling your face out of the way to give him free range of your neck. He presses his lips to your pulse, the electric feeling making your legs tighten around him. “If that's all it takes to get a reaction out of you, you're going to be a mess by the time I'm finished.” He chuckles, pressing another gentle kiss to your neck. You feel him smile against your skin, your pulse racing against his lips. You whine as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, sharp teeth pressing harshly into the muscle, undoubtedly leaving a mark in their wake. You struggle against your gasp, every nip of your sensitive skin sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He sets you down just long enough to free you from the confines of your clothes, his lips crashing against yours as he guides you towards your bed, fumbling with his belt before kicking out of his pants. He wraps a string arm around you, keeping your body pressed to his as he lowers you to the mattress, the only barrier left separating you was Chris's boxers and the thin material of your lingerie. He curses under his breath as he drinks in the sight of you, the delicate lace beautifully complimenting your skin. He delicately trails his fingers down your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “You are so beautiful, baby.” He whispers, his head dipping down to trail kisses along your collarbones, the tops of your breasts, slowly making his way down across the expanse of your stomach, soft words of praise tumbling from his lips and time you remotely tensed up. A warm hand slides under your back, expertly undoing your bra with his nimble fingers. He eases the straps from your shoulders, discarding it on the floor. Your back arches from the bed as his lips latch around one of the sensitive buds on your chest, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves as his fingers made quick work of the other one. You were a moaning mess in his hands in a matter of moments. You had never been touched like this before, your body reacting before your kind has the chance to, keening into Chris’s expert touch. Your hands slide over his shoulders, he hisses as your nails dig into his skin. His fingers hook into the waist and if your panties, dragging them down your legs at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Please,” you whimper, “want to touch you too.” He chuckles, moving himself to be more available for your reach. Your hands wandered his body, mapping every curve of his strong torso before pulling his lips down to yours. Your fingers toyed with the waistband of his boxers, eventually daring to do within the confines of the soft fabric. Chris groans as your hand gently wraps around his member, his skin hot to the touch. He eases his boxers down his hips, freeing his member with a soft hiss as you give him a few tentative pumps. He presses his lips to yours, guiding you down onto the mattress as he settles himself in between your legs. Your heart raced, his head member resting heavy on your stomach. He takes your hand in his, carefully intertwining your fingers. He lines himself up with your entrance, you gasp as you feel the head of his member press against you, collecting your arousal with a few agonizing swipes over your already soaked core. Your voice dies in your throat, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as Chris eases inside of you.

“You are so fucking perfect.” He growls against your lips, your head spinning as he captures you in another mind numbing kiss. He takes his time working his way inside you, carefully rocking his hips to ensure he wouldn't push too deep inside of you too quickly. Every inch he managed to push deeper into you only added to the pleasure he felt. His free hand drags along the curve of your waist, memorizing the way you felt writhing underneath him. His lips trail along your jaw, hand dipping in between your legs to toy with your clit. You moan, your back arching off the bed, pressing your body to his. “That’s it, baby, just let me make you feel good.” He whispers, his lips finding their way to your neck. You cry out his name as he bites down harshly on your sensitive skin, his tongue running over the spot in order to ease the sting. He curses under his breath as he finally bottoms out inside of you, his hips pressing snuggly to the plush of your thighs. He slowly eases himself all the way out of you before slowly easing himself back in at the same agonizing pace. He repeats the process a few times, you can't stop the moans he easily pulls from you, feeling his full length drag deliciously over your walls, your nails clawing down his back as you attempt to pull him any closer than you already had him. “You're doing such a good job, taking me so well.” He takes your face in his hand, crushing his lips to your in another kiss that leaves you completely breathless. You moan as you feel him press as deep inside of you as he can manage. “I love you.” The words fall from his lips before he has a chance to stop them. Your eyes meet his, widening slightly as his confession settles in your mind. You open your mouth to respond, but he doesn't give you any time to do so. Whatever you were about to say was replaced with the scream he tore from you as his hips snap against yours. His pace becomes unrelenting, sloppy heated kisses making your head spin as he slams into you at a steady pace. You quickly lose yourself to the pleasure building in your core, the only words you're able to form being his name and the string of curse words that fall from your lips every time he buries himself deep inside you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, attempting to roll your hips in time with his sharp thrusts. He wraps his hands around your thighs, pressing your knees into your chest, allowing him to press even deeper inside of you. It felt as if your body was made especially for him, the way your velvety walls would perfectly stretch around him threatened to send him over the edge with every stroke. Your breathing grew more rapid, your moans getting loaded with every snap of his hips. “That's it.” He praises, tracing tight circles on your clit with his thumb. “Are you going to cum for me, baby?” All you could manage was a weak nod in response, making him chuckle. “Such a good girl, letting me fill her up like this.” He curses, losing his rhythm for a moment as his hips stutter. “I don't think I'm going to last much longer either, baby.” He chuckles, one of the bead of sweat that had gathered in his forehead dripping off of him and splattering across your skin. He looked so good, you can't stop your eyes from trailing up the veins that stood out prominently on his hands and forearms, bright blue eyes hazy with lust as he chased his own high. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He groans. You crush your lips against his, muffling your cries as your climax rips through you. Chris grabs into your hips, lifting you from the mattress in order to fuck into your mercilessly. You clung to him, your legs falling limp as they lost their hold on him. He curses, moaning your name as his hips stutter to a halt, he jolts a few times, soft moans tumbling from his lips as he finishes inside of you. He carefully angles your chin upwards, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. He eases out of you, taking extra care to be gentle with you as he gets you cleaned up. He slides into her next to you, pulling you into his arms. Your whole body felt heavy, your eyes slowly falling shut as the smell of him completely overwhelmed your senses. You missed being in his arms, you missed being able to bury your face against his chest and the feeling of his fingers tangled in your hair in the early morning. You pull his lips down to yours for one final kiss before you drift off in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning your first instinct was to reach over for him, your chest tightened when you found the other side of the bed empty. You sat up, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you glanced at your clock. It was almost noon, you never slept in this late. You picked up your phone, holding your breath as you called Chris’s number. You cursed as it sent you straight to voicemail, his phone was off. In one final hope of saving your feelings you called Mick, once again your call went straight to voicemail. You let out a sigh of relief, that meant they had rehearsal today. You picked at the edge of your case, you still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Your heart leapt into your throat as your mind wandered back to last night. The hushed ‘I love you’ falling from Chris’s lips making your heart race. You swallowed thickly, typing out a message to him.

‘Hey, can we talk about last night?’

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Mick drags a tired hand down his face, groaning as he knocks over a stack of flimsy Styrofoam cups in an attempt to make his daily morning coffee. They had to be in for soundcheck first thing in the morning, his body still heavy with fatigue, the bunks on the tour bus less than forgiving on his back. Jim and Sid sat on a couch opposite the room, the pair huddled around Sid’s phone. He couldn't make out what they were mumbling between themselves, but the smirk that spread across Sid’s face oozed the essence of whatever snarky, backhanded remark he was probably refraining from speaking out loud. “Why do you two look so fucking giddy.” He grumbles as he hears Sid make an excited noise over whatever they were watching, Jim’s expression falling somewhere between shock and intrigue, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen to acknowledge the other man whatsoever. “Pretty nice, right?”

They chuckle as they share a knowing glance, “just a video Sid took the other night.” Jim hints cryptically, finally managing to break his gaze away. “We've found ourselves with a bit of a… shared interest, I guess you'd call it.”

“Here, you gotta see this man, it's too good not to share.” Sid chuckles, nodding for Mick to come join them. He sighs, not really interested in whatever it was that they were watching, but he knew they wouldn't leave him alone until he saw it. He finishes making his coffee, taking a long sip of the bitter liquid as his attention turns disinterestedly to Sid’s phone. His eyes widen, choking on his drink at the sight of your naked form sprawled out on the screen. Mick recognized Sid's tattoos as one of his hands wraps around your waist, holding you in place as he mercilessly drills into you. Mick swallows thickly, it felt wrong watching this, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away.

He would be lying if he tried to say he had never had a passing dirty thought about you, but who could really blame him? He was essentially trapped in the cramped confines of the bus with a bunch of sweaty dudes the entire tour. Chris convincing Corey to let you tag along was practically the same as throwing a lamb in a lion's den. Mick had always tried to be respectful, you were Chris’s girl after all, but you never made it easy. How you would sleepily saunter out of your bunk for coffee, softly greeting him good morning, shooting him flirty smiles as the two of you quietly chatted in the kitchenette. His chest would grow tight as a soft whine that escapes your lips as you stretch out any stiffness from sleeping. Your tight shorts highlighting the curve of your ass, Mick unable to keep his gaze off your legs as he struggles to memorize every inch of exposed skin, your thin tank top leaving little to the imagination about what lies underneath. Now, with Sid showing him his exploits from the night prior, he no longer had to wonder just how perfect you would look without the fabric barrier separating you from him. “Chris is going to kill you when he finds out about this.” He mutters, tearing his eyes away just long enough to shoot a glare at Sid.

“Don't worry,” Sid chuckles in response, “he helped me take the video.” Mick’s face burned at the realization that Chris not only knew about this, he was involved. The angle of the video suddenly changed, Mick’s body responding involuntarily at the sight of your back arching off the mattress. He shifts, attempting to stifle the erection forming in his jeans. “How rude of me, I almost left out the best part.” Sid smirks. He clicks up the volume on his phone, Mick’s breath hitching in his throat as a loud moan slips past your lips. He shouldn't be looking at this, he knew that, but every time he tried to tear his eyes away from the video he found something new that caught his attention. From the thin sheen of sweat that made your skin glow, the way your hips dimpled under Sid’s rough hold on you, your body a myriad of bites, scratches, and other marks as his friend fucks into you mercilessly, giving you no time to catch your breath. Your plush thighs ripple with every sharp thrust from Sid’s hips, your lips pink and puffy from being roughly kissed. The thought snapped into Mick’s mind about how he could make you feel a million times better than either of them could. How they could waste such precious time with you drilling into you mindlessly like some kind of fleshlight was beyond him. The thought probably hadn't even crossed their minds about whether or not you were feeling good during any of this, and Mick knew he would be able to get you to fall apart in his hands oh so easily–

“What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?” Chris’s furious voice rips through the room, making the three men jump. They turn to look at him, Mick just barely catching your horrified expression as you slip out the door. Chris storms up to Sid, grabbing him by the collar and hoisting him from the couch. “We had one fucking rule about taking videos Sid, what was it?”

“I'm sorry–” he starts to apologize only to get cut off by Chris tightening his grip on him.

“What was it?” He snarls, even more angry than the first time he had to ask.

“I was only allowed to show Jim!” He shouts back in response, holding up his hands, ready to defend himself against Chris if he decided to swing on him.

“Then why the fuck can I hear my girlfriend moaning halfway down the fucking hallway?” Mick decided to take the distraction as a chance to slip out of the room. He was barely more than a bystander in that situation, he didn't need Chris’s fury turning on him. He hurries down the hall, hoping to find somewhere to hide until he had cooled off. Mick freezes at the sounds of soft crying coming from one of the dressing rooms he passed. He pauses outside the door, stilling himself to listen for a moment. He sighs, hesitantly reaching up and knocking against the thin wood.

“Who is it?” His chest tightens at the sound of your voice thick as you struggle to hold back tears.

“It's Mick…” he trails off, unsure of what to really say at the moment. “Are you okay?”

It takes you a moment to respond. “I guess.”

“Can I come in?” He asks carefully. There's another pause, Mick’s pulse thundering in his ears.

“Yeah, you can.” He slowly opens the door, unable to meet your eyes at first. He freezes when he finally manages to look at your tear stained face.

“I'm sorry.” He immediately starts to apologize. “I know that looked really bad, but I didn't know what he was showing–” You cut him off with a small wave of your hand.

“Sid can't keep a secret to save his life, I knew it was only a matter of time before he showed someone.” You sigh, aggravatedly running a hand through your hair. “I'm more embarrassed, really.” You slide over slightly as he moves to sit down next to you.

“I don't think you have any reason to be embarrassed.” He responds.

“Please, I’ve found myself as their own personal little fuck toy, and pretty soon the whole band is probably going to know about it.” The image of you covered in marks flashes through his mind.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, it's not like I have any reason to lie.” You laugh.

“Do you enjoy it? This whole dynamic you've found yourself in?” He notices your posture soften slightly at his curiosity. You had fully expected to be met with judgment from whoever found out, it was nice that Mick was taking the time to actually ask you about things.

“Of course I do, it makes Chris happy–”

“Yeah, but do you enjoy it?” He asks again, emphasizing that he wanted to know how you felt specifically. “Have they ever asked you what you wanted? Chris is getting to live out this huge fantasy of his, but you have needs too… are they taking care of you?” You pause, you hadn't really thought about it. It was exciting having your boyfriend watch you get fucked by his band mates, seeing how turned on it made him only added to how much you were enjoying yourself in the moment. But, there were times when you wished things were a bit gentler. Both Jim and Sid had a tendency to be a bit rough with you, and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but you had been craving something a little different. “You're so concerned with making sure all of their needs are met, I think you deserve the chance to have someone spoil you for once.”

You swallowed thickly, squeezing your thighs together to try and dull the undeniable twinge at your core. “It would be nice to be able to slow things down for a change.” You joke with a soft laugh. “Neither of them are very patient.” Mick chuckles in response. His eyes met yours, and that was when he really started to understand what was so appealing about this whole situation. Mick knew you would only allow things to go as far as you were comfortable, and the taboo of the whole dynamic made his heart race.

“I can give you whatever you want, you just have to tell me what that is.” Goosebumps erupt across your skin at his sultry tone. Your mouth falls open to respond only to be cut off by Chris slamming through the door.

“I can't fucking believe him, the shit that I fucking let myself get into…” he mutters to himself. He shoots a dangerous look at Mick as he walks past him, taking you into his arms. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have let him film you, I made him delete all the videos off his phone.” He hugs you tightly against him. “And you,” the anger immediately rises in his voice again when his attention settles on Mick, “one fucking word about this to the others, you're a dead man.” Mick fought back the chuckle that bubbled up in his throat at Chris’s threat.

Satisfied now that he knew you were alright, he stands with a groan. “Don't worry, dipshit. My lips are sealed.” He sighs, his gaze briefly flickering to you. “Think about what we talked about.” He states simply, offering you a ghost of a smile before taking his leave.

Chris’s glare follows him out the door, his face falling once you two were alone. “I'm sorry.” He apologizes again.

“Baby, I also agreed to everything, the video wouldn't have existed in the first place if I hadn't said yes to doing it. I knew Sid was going to let things slip sooner or later, I'm just a bit embarrassed that I walked in on it happening.” You reassure him. “I don't want you blaming yourself.”

“At least he only showed Jim and Mick.” He groans, squeezing you against him in another tight hug. “Speaking of, what were you two talking about?” He gently holds your hands in his, letting you explain your side of things.

“He mainly just wanted to make sure I was okay, it sounds like Sid just kind of sprung that on him. So, try not to be too upset with him, for me?” Chris nods, you didn't miss the subtle roll of his eyes, it made you laugh. “We also talked about how if we're ever looking for something a little… different, he'd be willing to help.” This seemed to pique Chris’s interest.

“Different?” You nod. “How so?”

“Well, recently, I don't know… every time we do anything with Jim or Sid it just feels… rushed. There's never really any foreplay, they just kind of speed through the process, Sid doesn't even let me finish majority of the time, he leaves all of that work for you.”

“We don't have to keep doing this–”

“That's not what I'm trying to say.” You squeeze his hands, giving him a reassuring smile. “Chris, this whole dynamic we've found ourselves in is very fun and exciting, I don't want to stop anything. All I'm saying is every so often I’d like some time to explore what I want. Is that okay?”

“Baby, of course that's okay.” He cradles your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You've been so open to everything that I've asked for, I want to do the same for you. But, I'm serious, if there's ever something you don't like or you want to stop, you just need to tell me.”

“I will, I promise.” He wraps his arms around you, swaying you in his arms slightly as he holds you.

“Talk to me, what does my girl want?” He asks, a playful smirk already beginning to lace its way across his features.

A few days later you had woken up before Chris, as usual. The first light of day peeking under the crack in the door to where the bunks were on the tour bus. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing him to stir for a moment. “I'm going to make some coffee, do you want some?”

He lazily shakes his head, “not yet, ‘s too early.” He grumbles, draping his arm over his eyes as he instantly falls back asleep. You can't help but laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before rolling out of bed.

You stretch as your bare feet pad down the hallway to the kitchenette. “Morning Mick.” You greet him softly. You notice him tense at the sound of your voice, his gaze slowly drifting from his phone screen to you. He grumbles back a ‘morning’ in response. You glance at him over your shoulder, his breath catching in his throat as he quickly darts his eyes away from where they had settled on your ass. You can't help but giggle at his embarrassed expression. “What's the matter?” You ask teasingly, struggling to keep the playful smirk off your lips.

“You know damn well what's that matter.” He responds gruffly.

“I'm just making my coffee, I don't have any idea what you're talking about.” You respond obliviously before returning to the task of attempting to reach the top shelf where your favorite mug resided, your T-shirt riding up just enough to show off your too short pajama bottoms. Mick sighs, pushing himself up off the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest, letting his gaze wander over your body for a moment before deciding to help you.

“We had an agreement, didn't we?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, your pulse racing as Mick cages you in between him and the counter with his strong arms. He leans down close to you, his warm breath bouncing off your cheek as he whispers in your ear. Quickly checking that the others weren't around before adding, “We’re not going to start anything until the next time we stop at a hotel.” One of his hands moves from the counter to settle around the curve of your waist.

“You never said I couldn't flirt with you in the meantime.” You respond playfully.

He chuckles, “you're playing a very dangerous game doing that with me, baby.” His breath hitches in his throat as you push into him, his half hard erection pressing into the soft curve of your ass through his jeans.

“Oh yeah? Well, it seems like I’m not the only one enjoying myself.” You giggle, tentatively rolling your hips against him, smirking slightly as he clears his throat in an attempt to hide the groan you pulled from him. His fingers dig into your hips, keeping you pressed flush against him.

“Just remember, you’re going to have to make up for every time you tease me when I finally get my hands on you.” He brushes your hair out of the way in order to press his lips gently to your neck. “And I’m very good at keeping score.” His threat sends a shiver down your spine. You can’t help but smirk as you notice how he doesn’t pull away from you.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to make sure I make each time count then, won’t I?” You give your hips another slow roll against him. He curses under his breath, two strong hands kneading at your body as you set a teasing pace. His fingers push under the hem of your T-shirt, tentative touches hesitantly exploring your body. Mick groans as his rough palms slide over the soft mounds of your breasts, your breath hitching in your throat as you struggle to stifle the whine he easily works free from you, rolling your sensitive buds between his calloused fingers. Your hips jolt as he traces slow circles on your skin.

“Easy, baby.” He chuckles, slowing his movements even further. “Someone’s sensitive, hm?” Heat settles behind your cheeks at the sound of his teasing lilt. “You’re going to be a lot of fun to play with, aren’t you?” He takes your chin in his hand, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. He toys with the waistband of your shorts, pulling your hips back against him. “There's nothing I’d love more than to bend you over this counter right now and finger fuck that pretty pussy of yours until you're dripping down your legs, but unfortunately for you I plan on following your and your boyfriend’s parameters to the letter.” He meets your pout with a dangerous smirk. “You'll just have to be patient for a few more days, baby. I promise I'll make it worth the wait.” He chuckles, giving your ass a gentle pat. He grabs your mug effortlessly from its spot perched on the top shelf, his sultry gaze rooting you in place. He quickly peels himself away from you at the sound of the door to the bunks opening, leaving you to try and stifle the throbbing between your legs.

When the night finally rolled around you were practically vibrating with anticipation. You had checked into your hotel after a long day of being on the road, everyone immediately filing into their respective rooms to crash for the night. Chris pulls you to him, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before slipping into the bathroom. You jump slightly as Mick clears his throat behind you, you didn't have to look at him to know his eyes were locked on you. “Come here, pretty girl.” The sound of his deep voice immediately has heat beginning to pool between your legs. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, slowly sauntering in his direction as you obey his request. Mick sits on the edge of one of the beds, his large hands coming to rest against your waist once you're within reach. Your cheeks grow warm as you watch his gaze trail over you, taking his time observing every small detail. You let out a soft squeak as he tugs you closer, guiding you into his lap. Your legs straddled his strong thighs, he caught your chin between his fingers, bright blue eyes tracing over the soft curve of your lips. “I finally get to make up for all that teasing of yours.” He states with a playful smirk.

“Don't be too mean.” You pout, hoping to persuade your way out of whatever he has in mind.

“Oh, I'm not going to be mean, baby.” He chuckles. “I'm going to be very… very… nice to you.” A shiver runs down your spine at his low tone, his sultry gaze pulling you closer in an almost hypnotizing manner. His thumb trails along your jaw, gently tilting your face upwards to allow his lips to slot against yours. A soft hum slips past your lips as your eyes flutter shut. He takes his time memorizing the way your body melts into his touch: how kneading at your waist makes you shiver, the way your palm pauses where you can feel the steady thrum of his heart through his shirt, how your legs squeeze against his as you try to deny the growing heat pooling at your core. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers ghosting over your skin as he catches your bottom lip between his teeth. You let out a soft gasp, just enough of a chance for Mick’s tongue to slip into your mouth. He meticulously peels the thin barrier of fabric separating you over your head, goosebumps immediately erupting across your bare skin. Mick’s piercing gaze freezes on your exposed torso, a soft curse tumbling past his lips as he allows himself to trace along the delicate lace that pressed perfectly against the contours of your body. “You are absolutely fucking perfect.” Mick groans, pulling your lips back to his.

“Isn’t she?” Chris purrs, the familiar feeling of his large, warm hands gliding across the expanse of your stomach making you sigh against Mick’s lips. “I'm excited to see what you have in store for her.”

Mick chuckles, giving your waist a firm squeeze. “Someone still hasn't told me what they want.” Hungry eyes unable to tear away from the way your skin dimpled under his fingertips. “Tonight is all about you, beautiful, so anything that filthy mind of yours wants, you just need to say the word.”

You stutter out a strangled sound in response, all of the fantasies you had dreamed up over the past few weeks dying on your tongue as Mick’s bright blue eyes flash down to your lips. You suck in a deep breath, attempting to steady your nerves as the two men stare down at you ravenously. You tug at the collar of Mick’s shirt, “I don't think you'll be able to do much while we're all fully dressed.” You feel Chris drag a knuckle along your spine, Mick chuckles as he notices the way you can't seem to keep your attention from drifting to his body. He pulls his shirt over his head, taking your face in his hand as he pulls your lips back to his. Chris expertly undoes the clasps of your bra, his lips trailing over your pulse as he delicately guides the straps from your shoulders. His hands are quick to replace the thin fabric as it falls away. You barely have the chance to take a breath as your lips are swapped between Mick and Chris. He pulls your lip between his teeth, tugging you closer to deepen the kiss. Mick’s strong fingers knead deliciously into the soft curve of your ass, using Chris as support to lean you back into. His tongue was hot against your skin as he dragged it up the expanse of your torso. He chuckles at the feeling of you squirming in his lap, Chris finally allowing you to take a much needed breath of air as his lips part from yours.

“Have you had a chance to think, baby?” Mick asks with a teasing smirk, his hands absentmindedly wandering over your skin.

“You're both making that pretty difficult.” You respond, making both of them laugh. You feel the rapid rise and fall of Chris’s chest against your back as he struggles to catch his breath.

Chris’s fingers slide around your throat, coaxing your gaze to look up at him. “Why don’t you tell us what you want, pretty girl?” He coaxes, an excited smirk flashing across his features.

“Why don’t you get undressed while I show Mick how I like to be touched?” You tried your best to sound confident, despite wanting to crumble under the two men’s intense undivided attention.

Chris chuckles, pulling you in for one last heated kiss before pulling away from you, leaving you in Mick’s talented hands. His fingers slide into your hair, crushing his lips against yours, your head spinning when he finally allows you the chance to breathe. “So, you’re going to show me something, hm?” He teases, shooting you a playful smirk that sends a jolt of pleasure through your core.

“I’m hoping you don’t plan on rushing through foreplay like the others?” You ask in response, making him chuckle.

“How else do you expect me to turn you into a desperate mess?” He raises an eyebrow at you as he feels your legs squeeze against either side of his thighs. “But, from the looks of it, that might not be as hard of a task as I had thought.” You hear Chris curse under his breath as he palms himself through his boxers, watching as the scene unfolded before him. Mick’s gaze locks on you as you shift off of his lap, curiosity settling across his features as he watches what you had in store for him. He traces over the curve of your legs as you peel out of the remainder of your clothes, his hands fisting into the blankets as he struggles to keep them off of your perfect body. You settle yourself in his lap, draping your legs over his strong thighs. You smirk as you hear Mick’s breath catch in his throat as you roll your hips over the growing bulge in his jeans. Your fingers ghost over his arms, tracing over one of the thick veins that ran down his forearms before settling your hands on top of his. He lets you take the lead, giving you full control as you guide his hands over your bare skin. You shiver as you feel his lips trail over your neck, his fingers kneading into your plush thighs. He groans as your fingers slide into his hair, his hands memorizing all of your soft curves. A moan slips past your lips as Mick’s teeth sink into your shoulder. He kneads at your hips, palms sliding over your thighs while keeping away from where you needed him most. He chuckles when he feels your squirming under his touch. “Don’t tell me you’re getting this impatient already?” He teases with a chuckle.

“She’s always impatient.” Chris adds with a smirk. He sits on the bed opposite you and Mick, his eyes dark with lust as he watches another man’s hands pass over every inch of you. He groans as he slowly pumps his member, watching as you cautiously coaxed Mick closer to giving into your subtle demands. Your fingers slide over his, breath hitching in your throat as the rough digits pass over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Mick lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle, allowing you to lead him through exactly how you wanted to be touched. His free hand drags over your torso, cupping your breast roughly in his massive paw. You squeal in pleasure as he adds more pressure to your slow, languid circles.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He coos in your ear, his sultry tone causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, struggling to hold back the whine he easily tears from your throat as he slowly starts to increase his pace. You curse under your breath, your head falling back against Mick’s shoulder, allowing him to capture your lips with his own. You moan into his mouth as his fingers tease at your entrance, your arousal coating his thick digits as they ease their way inside of you. “That’s it, pretty girl, nice and slow.” You can’t tear your eyes away from him as he presses deep inside of you, your cry of pleasure dying on your tongue as his fingers nestle deep within your core. He draws his fingers out of you at the same agonizingly slow pace, your toes curling involuntarily at the feeling of him dragging over your velvety walls.

“You look so fucking hot right now, baby.” Chris groans, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Mick’s fingers disappearing inside of you. His mouth waters at the sight of your arousal dripping into his palm. “I can’t wait to sink my fucking teeth into you.” He chuckles darkly, his hips bucking slightly as he watches you squirm on Mick’s fingers. You grab tightly onto his wrist, a moan easily falling from your lips as he swirls his thumb around your clit.

He shushes you softly, gently kneading at your hip with his free hand. “Easy, baby.” You shiver as he trails his hand up your body, gently gripping your face to turn you to face him. Your hips begin to rock subconsciously in time with the steady rhythm from his fingers, a knot growing tighter with every thrust. “That’s it, just relax and let me take care of everything.” He breathes out through a smirk before his lips slot against yours. Chris curses under his breath, laying back on the bed to make himself more comfortable. The sight alone was enough to send a pang of arousal through your core. Your gaze drops to his hand, stroking himself in time with each of Mick’s deliberate movements. Mick squeezes your hip, rocking you on his fingers at a fast, steady pace. Your thighs tremble, he chuckles as he presses your legs open with his knees. He tuts softly, “don’t think I’m going to let you run away from me that easily.” He chuckles, his pace gradually increasing his pace until the knot at your core finally snapped. You scream as your arousal rips through you, your arousal gushing over his hand. “That’s it, just like that, pretty girl.” He praises you, his voice gruff with arousal as he roughly swipes his fingers over your clit, only adding to the mess you already made.

Chris watches on in amazement as another wave of pleasure surges through your body. Sure, he had made you cum plenty of times, but never like that. Mick finally eases his fingers out of you when you’re gasping for breath, your whole body trembling as he presses you tightly against him. Your eyes meet Chris’s, an embarrassed expression settling across your features as you attempt to tug your knees closed. “Baby, that was so fucking sexy.” He groans, placing himself in between your thighs. His lips crash against yours, trapping you in between the pair. “You’re going to have to teach me how you did that.” He mutters, making Mick laugh.

“Gladly, it’s a lot easier than you think.” Mick places a finger under your chin, turning your attention towards him. “Are you ready to try again, baby?” He asks sweetly. You nod in response, Chris chuckles at the sight of your spacey expression.

“Are you sure you can handle that, sweetheart? We wouldn’t want to break you.” He teases with a chuckle.

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about that.” Mick muses. “I think you and I could manage to put her back together just fine.” You jolt as his fingers ghost over your clit. “Just take it nice and slow, I’m sure she’s cute when she’s overstimulated, but that’s not what we’re looking for here.” He chuckles. He traces slow, tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, your back arching off his chest as Chris eases his long fingers inside of you. Mick presses a hand to your stomach, holding you firmly in place as Chris allows you the chance to adjust to feeling so full. “Ease out just a little,” Mick pauses as he follows his careful instructions. “Then you’re going to want to curl your fingers, and try and find–” he’s cut off as Chris’s fingers pass over a spot inside of you that makes you cry out in pleasure. “That.” He finishes with a chuckle. He demonstrates the motion he used with his fingers, which Chris clumsily follows.

“Fuckin’ guitarists.” Chris groans under his breath as he copies his actions. A moan falls from your lips as you feel the knot in your stomach start to slowly start to form. Mick wraps a hand around both of your thighs, his strong arms easily holding your legs in place to keep you from squirming too much. Mick pulls your lips to his, muffling your moans as he keeps you in a heated kiss. He slides a hand in between your legs, lazily circling your clit with his fingers as Chris’s pace slowly starts to increase.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Mick asks in a teasing tone, noticing how you were starting to struggle in his grasp as your climax crept closer. You can't stop the whine that slips past your lips as Chris leans in to press his lips to yours, his fingers hitting an entirely new place inside you. You curse under your breath, your hips rolling in time with each sharp thrust. Your whole body tenses, a scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm rips through you. “Good girl.” Mick praises, Chris groans at the sight of your arousal dripping from his hand. Your thighs shake as he gives you a final few thrusts before sliding his fingers out of you. “See? I told you, it's easy once you get the hang of it.” Mick jokes, making Chris chuckle. Mick takes your face in his hands, your cheeks squishing between his fingers. Your eyes meet his, blue irises hazy with lust as you gaze up at him through your lashes. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” He growls in a sultry tone.

“Poor thing,” Chris coos, “she can barely move her legs are shaking so bad.” He teases, wrapping an arm around your waist to effortlessly lift you from Mick’s lap, allowing him to change positions. You settle yourself on Mick’s chest, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs as he gazes up at you hungrily.

“I wouldn't worry about that, it just means we get to spoil her when she can't walk after.” Mick chuckles, his beard scratching against your skin as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Good point.” You shiver as Chris nuzzles against your neck. “That sound alright with you, love?” You can only manage to nod before he presses his lips to yours, pulling you into a mind numbing kiss as Mick's fingers lazily trail over your skin. His hands slide over the curve of your ass, guiding you forward until he was easily able to taste you. You squeal, attempting to squirm away from his talented tongue only to have his arms clamp around your hips, holding you firmly in place. “And just where do you think you’re going?” Chris growls against your lips. The deep, guttural sound making your entire body feel like it was melting. “You wanted attention, sweet girl, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.” Mick lets out a chuckle from below, the deep rumble traveling straight to your core.

Mick lets out an obscene groan as you settle your full weight on top of him, he drags his tongue over you, greedily collecting the taste of your arousal. Your thighs clamp tightly around his face as he flicks his tongue over your clit, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin to help you move at a slow, steady pace. He lets out a hum of approval as you let your weight fall back into Chris, using the support to lazily roll your hips over Mick’s attentive mouth. You moan against his lips as you feel Chris’s hands wander your body, rough fingertips dragging over every inch of exposed skin they could reach, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. Every pass of Mick’s tongue sent a wave of pleasure through your entire body, he groans at the feeling of your fingers sliding into his hair. You curse under your breath, letting your head fall against Chris’s shoulder as he rolls your nipples between his fingers. Mick grabs your hand, guiding it down to the bulge in his pants. You shoot him a sultry smirk as you gently pass your hand over his clothed member, he can’t help but groan at your delicate touch. You fumble with the button of his jeans, eventually managing to clumsily get it undone. You squeal when Mick pushes you from your seat, Chris chuckling as he drags you against him. Mick kicks out of his jeans, peeling his shirt over his head, before settling himself on his knees at the edge of the bed. He drapes your legs over his shoulders, dragging you closer to him in order to have perfect access to your core. Chris kept you held up at the perfect angle to watch whatever skills Mick wanted to demonstrate to you. He dives into you without hesitation, a loud moan escaping you as you roll your hips against his skilled tongue. “Dirty fuckin’ girl.” Chris growls next to your ear. He drags a hand over your hip, wanting to feel the rhythm you had established for yourself. He lets out a soft chuckle, “he’s making you feel really good, isn’t he, love?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding as you gaze up at him through half lidded eyes. He takes your chin between his fingers, studying your euphoric expression with a lazy smirk. “I wish you could see how pretty you look right now.” He praises, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. His hand slides around your throat, thumb pressing against your jaw to turn your attention to Mick. Hazy blue eyes meet yours, a sinful groan falling from your lips at the sight of Mick’s lust filled expression. Chris guides your hand to his member, his head falling back as a moan cracks from his throat. He tightens his grip on you, letting out a sultry growl before crushing his lips to yours. Your legs tighten around Mick’s head, holding him in place as the rhythm of your hips increases. You moan into Chris’s mouth, your head spinning as your lungs burned for air. “I need you.” He growls against your lips, readjusting you on the bed in order to line himself up with your entrance. Mick curses under his breath, giving himself a few tentative pumps as he observes how small you looked in Chris’s massive hands, the larger man tossing you onto the bed like you weighed nothing at all. You whine as Chris swipes his cock over your sensitive clit, collecting your arousal on the head to prepare himself to sink into your velvety walls. Your head tips over the edge of the bed, Mick’s breath catching in his throat as he’s met with your sultry expression. Your jaw falls slack, eyes fluttering shut as Chris eases himself into you. A gasp is pressed from you as his hips settle against your plush hips. He slowly pulls himself all the way out of you before snapping his hips forward. Mick can’t tear his eyes away from yours, he curses as he ruts into his fist. You reach for his hand, gently tugging him closer until his member is able to settle against your lips. He groans at the feeling of your tongue slowly gliding over his tip, the hot cavern of your mouth slowly enveloping him as his hips subconsciously shifted forward. Chris gripped your hips tightly in his hands, using the leverage to press as deep inside of you as he could manage. Mick’s hands glide down your body, you moan around him as his fingers slowly circle your clit. With every thrust of Chris’s hips you’re pushed further onto Mick’s member, he lets out a shaky moan as you gag around his cock.

“That feels so fucking good, baby.” Mick growl’s, his hips stuttering to a stop as he presses into the back of your throat. Drool pools at the corners of your lips, the sight threatening to send both men over the edge. Chris curses, his thrusts growing sloppy with every passing second. Strings of praise tumble from Mick’s lips as he chases his climax, the vibrations of your moaning around him traveling through his entire body. He groans as he pulls his member from your mouth, vigorously stroking himself as he falls silent. Hot ropes of cum coat your face, the sight alone enough to send Chris over the edge. Chris growls your name as he finishes, burying his face into your chest as he pulls you as far onto his member as he can manage, the feeling of his hot cum pooling inside you. Mick doesn’t let up on the fast, tight circles he was drawing on your clit, determined to make you finish one last time before letting you go for the night. You scream as your orgasm crashes over you, this one more intense than the others they had already given you that night. Your whole body trembled, your feet desperately kicking against the mattress as you struggled to escape the overstimulating pleasure.

“Please,” you whine, struggling to get any words out between your moans and gasps, “please, no more… I can’t…” Mick chuckles, finally slowing his movements before pulling away all together. He cleans you up while Chris takes care of the rest of the mess. You find yourself sandwiched in between both men, a tangled mess of limbs as all three of you struggled to catch your breath. Mick presses a kiss to the top of your head, lazily draping an arm over your waist as he settles into the mattress. You cuddle into Chris’s chest, he tilts your chin up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. You adjust yourself to get more comfortable, you hear Mick’s breath hitch as your ass presses against his still half hard member.

“Watch it.” He chuckles dangerously. “If you keep that up you’ll wake up with my head in between your legs tomorrow morning.”