Two Months Too Long
Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: he comes back from tour and just wanna show you how bad he missed you
Warnings: NSFW / Explicit Smut (18+ ONLY), rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, possessiveness, desperate reunion sex, creampie, intense dirty talk, degrading praise, slight dom/sub dynamics, spit, choking (light), nipple play, multiple orgasms, cum play, absolutely no plot)
Your back hit the bedroom wall before the door even shut.
Nikki had you pinned there with his mouth already on yours—hot, open, needy kisses, tongue claiming yours while his hands groped every inch of your body like he was checking to make sure you were real.
"Two fucking months," he growled against your lips, voice already dark and ragged. "I should fuck you right here."
You moaned, your hips grinding against his instinctively. "Please" you whined.
That was all it took.
He turned you around, face pressed to the wall, yanking your shorts and panties down in one savage tug. You gasped as his hand came down on your ass—hard.
"Little brat," he hissed, squeezing the sting. "You know what you do to me, don’t you?"
You tried to say yes, but he was already on his knees behind you, mouth devouring your dripping cunt like he was starving.
One long, slow lick.
Then another—harder. Sloppier. Growling into you like a man possessed.
“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he mumbled between licks, fingers spreading you open. “Playing with this little pussy every night? Fucking that toy I hate? The one that wishes it could be me?”
You whimpered, hands clawing at the wall as he tongue-fucked you.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered suddenly, standing up. “On your back. Legs open. Let me see you.”
You scrambled up, heart racing, cunt throbbing. You’d dreamed of this. Needed this. And when he dropped his jeans and his cock slapped against his stomach—long, thick, veiny, angry—you whimpered.
“Missed this fucking dick?” he asked, stroking it slow just to tease you. “Been dreaming about me filling you up again?”
"Please, Nikki…" you begged, spreading your legs wider. "I need you."
He spat into his hand, smeared it over his cock, then climbed over you.
And when he finally pushed in?
He froze.
“Fuuuuck,” he hissed, eyes rolling back. “Holy shit—oh my fucking God.”
He was inside you again. After weeks of jerking off in hotel bathrooms, FaceTime calls that ended in desperate moans, and fucking nothing close to this—he was buried to the hilt in your warm, wet, tight pussy.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, resting his forehead on yours, breath shaking. “You feel so fucking good. I forgot—fuck—I forgot how tight you are.”
You clenched around him and he twitched, letting out a broken moan. “Don’t do that,” he warned. “I’ll fucking cum. I swear to God.”
You smiled wickedly. “Then fuck me, Nikki. Show me how much you missed me.”
His hips snapped into yours so hard the headboard slammed the wall. Again. And again. And again.
“Fucking take it,” he growled, hand around your throat, other grabbing your tit like he owned it. “This is mine. You’re mine.”
You screamed his name, nails clawing at his back, your pussy squeezing around him like a vice.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, pulling out just enough to see it—your arousal coating his shaft, stringing between you like filth. “You missed this cock, didn’t you?”
"Yes—fuck—yes, Nikki—harder—"
And he snapped.
He flipped you onto your stomach, yanked your hips up, and slammed into you from behind—deeper, harder, rougher.
You were sobbing by then, pure bliss and overstimulation, your face buried in the sheets while he took you like an animal.
"Been jerking off every night on that goddamn bus," he panted, slapping your ass, "thinking about this pussy—thinking about how fucking wet you get for me. Nobody fucks you like I do, huh?"
"N-no one!" you cried, nearly incoherent. "No one, Nikki, no one, please—!"
You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore.
But he did.
“Cum on my cock,” he ordered. “Now. Right fucking now.”
You shattered.
Your whole body trembled as you came, hard, squeezing him so tight he cursed and bit your shoulder to keep from blowing too soon.
“Fuck—gonna—cum—inside you, baby. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up…”
Hot, thick, deep—he pulsed inside you, fucking it into you with slow, deep thrusts as he groaned filth against your skin.
He didn’t pull out right away.
He stayed inside, panting, arms wrapped around you like he needed to feel you everywhere.
“Two fucking months,” he whispered, still breathless. “Never again.”
You smirked into the sheets. “So… round two?”
He pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from your swollen pussy.
He flipped you over again.
“Oh, baby,” he smirked darkly, already getting hard again, “you’re not walking tomorrow.”
