Hiiii i love your work sm! Can i request something with phil anselmo where him and reader smoke together, but readers never done it before and like he kinda guides her thru it, but like she gets kinda needy and they fuck pretty pls 🥹❤️🩹 did i mention i love your fics
A/n: FINALLY FINISHED A FIC I hope the length of this one makes up for it don't hate me
Warnings: Smut, Phil puts his cigarette out on reader twice, slight breeding (idk what qualifies uh he cums inside reader without a condom), a girl rides a beer bottle, voyeurism, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
It was your first time hanging out with a band. Pantera was your favourite, they were on the rise and you could not have been more excited to see them, so when they hung around afterwards you tried to get in with them.
Tape trading was big, it's how you found them, but they'd been getting around. Rumour had it they had a studio album coming out. Even if that was true, they were playing clubs near you.
You'd been such a goody two-shoes all through high school, never sneaking out, never drinking or anything. This was your chance now.
You'd been innocent in the crowd, right up close to the stage and headbanging with the best of them. A group was being led off somewhere else by none other than the band themselves.
You watched with wide eyes, it must've been pretty obvious you wanted to join. The guitarist, Dimebag Darrell as they called him, grabbed your arm as he marched past and dragged you along. "You got somewhere to be?" He asked, sleazy smile spread across his face. You shook your head. "We'll give you a ride, then." Though it was hard to hear him over the ruckus you'd managed to make it out, at least you thought you had.
He got you in the bed of a truck, tossing hoisting you up with everyone else. He got Rita in after and then climbed in himself, squeezing you right up to Phil who didn't seem to have an issue with it at all.
You couldn't believe it. Sitting in the bed of a truck with your favourite band, next to Phil Anselmo himself.
He nudged your shoulder. "You want one?" He asked, an arm snaking around your shoulder and pulling you closer. He held a burning joint pinched between his thumb and pointer.
Your brows raised, he chuckled at the look you gave him, knowing the following sentence. "I've never done that before." You said, trying to get your voice above the music blaring from the trucks speakers.
His laughter raised as he pushed the joint to your, holding it to your lips. "Just take it, breathe slow." You tried to follow his instructions, inhaling slowly. He pulled it away when he thought you'd had enough, rubbing your arm as you coughed. "How does that feel?"
You were still coughing into your arm, but you held up a thumb.
He pulled you closer to his side, pecking your cheek. "There's more where that came from, alright, we'll get you going all night."
You trusted him, as much as you knew not to trust strangers, and as much as you knew to never trust rockers, you trusted Phil to get you high. He did seem to be an expert.
The ride didn't seem to end, the after party wasn't a place it was just everywhere. The whole 'journey is the destination' or whatever.
Rita was nice, though it was hard to hear her over the music and Dime's yelling seeing as she had to lean over him to speak to you. The other girls on the truck were just having a really good time, too, getting friskier with the band, all of them had beers in their hands, some had a dick in the other but you tried not to look at that, no matter how desperately you wanted to.
As the night wore on, a gas stop was made. Someone ran off to get condoms and lube from the store. You hadn't been paying much attention to it, but they were back now. Clothes were coming off, it was getting harder to avoid looking at.
"You gonna get off that any time soon?" Phil asked, rubbing your thigh with the arm that wasn't around you. Your head snapped to him. He laughed as he pulled the blunt from your lips. "Taken all my weed." He took a hit, then reached over and smacked the ass of a girl attempting to sit on a beer bottle.
Your attention went to it, eyes wide. You couldn't even hide it anymore, lips parting as she took almost the whole bottle. Vinnie held it as she started riding the thing, her moans almost louder than the music -fake or not it was turning you on.
Phil held a bottle to your lips, bringing you back to him. He tilted your head back, helping you to drink some. "Weed does that to virgins." He teased. You nearly choked on beer.
"Weed- huh?" You asked, wiping your mouth. He cackled, throwing his head back.
"Oh, fuck, Dimebag," he tapped his buddy, getting his attention, "where'd you find her?" Dime shrugged. His answer didn't matter much as Phil reached over and banged on the door of the truck to get the drivers attention.
You didn't pay attention to their interaction, instead watching the girl as she rode the bottle faster, Vinnie rubbing her clit with his free hand.
The truck came to a stop again and Phil jumped out, getting you to come with him. He said his goodbyes to his bandmates and led you inside. A shit apartment, but it was good enough for what he had planned.
Straight to the bedroom where you got to collapse into a pile of mush. Phil crawled on top of you, holding himself up by his elbows. "Wish it could've been you with that bottle up your cunt, huh?" His lips ghosted over your neck. "I saw the way you were looking at her... would've thought you were into girls if you weren't fucking soaked for me right now, bet you could've cum just from watching her, huh?"
You whined, hips bucking up.
Phil grinned and rolled off of you. "Fuck, if you wanna try and do it yourself, I ain't gonna stop you." He mumbled as he sat himself up against the headboard.
He reached for the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a baggy and a lighter. The baggy contained a few joints, he pulled one out and lit it before tossing the baggy and lighter back into the drawer.
You hesitated at first, not sure if you really should give in. The weed was fogging up your mind, clogging your senses and driving you to it. You crawled onto his lap, lips finding his neck as you placed sloppy, open mouthed kisses over him.
Phil’s hands found your hips, resting there as you devoured him. He tilted his head to the side to give you better access. “That’s it, take what you want.” He spoke around the blunt.
He pulled your hips forward, seating you more firmly on his one leg. It was this scooping motion, dragging you against him. It drew a soft moan from you, your hips repeated the motion in hopes of continuing the sensation. Phil chuckled and helped guide you into riding his thigh. “Is that good for you?” He asked, noting how your kisses had stopped and you were just breathing heavily against him.
You nodded weakly, hips bucking.
Phil moved you again, planting you over the half-hard bulge in his shorts. “Is this what you want?” He asked, rolling his hips up to meet your movements. “You want to take it?” A squeak left you, your back arching as you felt him.
Much like the rumours of their studio album, you’d heard rumours of Phil as well. Safe to say they were all very, very true.
You were grinding against each other, sharing heavy breaths. Phil stuck the joint in your mouth, letting you get in a few hits before he took it back.
He led your movements, his own hips rolling up into yours. "So fucking needy." His voice rumbled in his chest. "Need me so fucking bad, needy fucking slut." Your movements grew more desperate, breathing ragged as you chased a high that kept moving further back.
You whined, Phil finally wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over. "You really want it?" He asked, already tearing your clothes off. "Say it, tell me how bad you want it."
You were a little shocked from him manhandling you so suddenly, it took you a second to catch up. "I-I want you..." You muttered, unsure of what he wanted.
Phil laughed. "You want me?" He repeated. "Is that it, that's all you got for me?" He got to work on his own clothes now; his shirt got tossed away, revealing his lean torso -chest hair, the happy trail you were certain was there just to tease you. Phil chuckled as he sat back on his knees, watching your wet cunt pulse around nothing. "Fuck," he took a deep puff, exhaling slowly, "you need it bad." He got to work on his shorts, undoing his fly.
You watched with hungry eyes, biting your lip as he pushed them off along with his boxers, feeling that pulsing between your legs getting worse as he freed his cock. A soft gasp left you as it hit his stomach.
He wrapped his free hand around the base. "Think it's gonna fit?" He asked teasingly, giving himself a good few strokes.
You shook your head, eyes nearly bugging out of your head. "No, that's not- how's that gonna fit?" You asked, exasperated, gaze flickering up to meet his.
He laughed at your worry and moved closer, settling between your legs. "It's gonna fit, just gotta get you ready." He purred, letting go of himself to spread your legs, careful of his joint. He kept them held apart as he spoke. "Go on and touch yourself, let me see."
Your face flushed a deep shade of red, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath you took. "C'mon, my hands are busy, you've got two right there," he gestured to your hands clutching his pillow tightly, "make use of 'em."
Your hand moved on its own; as nervous as you were, a little embarrassed, your body wanted this so bad, you wanted this so bad.
Your fingers rubbed your clit in a small circles, eyes falling back to his cock. "That's not gonna help you." He said, taking your hand in his and guiding a finger into your cunt. "Need to stretch you out for me so it doesn't hurt too bad." You bit your lip as you felt your finger go inside, nose scrunching.
Phil helped guide your movements again, pumping the digit in and out of you. "Does it feel good?" He asked, looking up to your eyes. "Can you do it or do you want me to do it?" You perked up at that, had it always been an option? Phil smirked, pulling your hand away. "Figured as much, but I wanted to see you try." He popped the blunt back in his mouth and pulled you closer. You brought your hand back and watched as he pushed two fingers into you.
It was more than you were used to, that was for sure, but it felt good after a minute or so. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you, scissoring your cunt. He curled his digits, searching for the right spot. Your back arched when he found it, a high squeak leaving you. "Right there!"
Phil chuckled, a deep rumble from his chest as he took puffs now. He moved his fingers faster now, squeezing in a third and still aiming for that same spot. "Hah! Ah, oh fuck, Phil!" You clawed at his sheets, tugging on them.
"Careful there," he mused, working his fingers slower now, tearing away the high that had been building, "you don't get to cum before I say you do." You huffed, looking up at him with a pout, brows knit together.
He pulled his fingers from you and took them into his mouth, licking up your juices. He stuck the dwindling blunt between your lips so he could jerk his cock, giving it a few good strokes before lining himself up with your pulsing cunt.
"Gonna be a good girl for me now, right?" His cock twitched eagerly. You nodded and he pushed the tip in. Your jaw fell at the intrusion, head falling back as he pushed more in. He took the weed from you before you choked.
"Ah-ah... hah..." Your breath was weighted and filled with moans as he kept sliding more in, small grunts leaving him as you constricted around him, sucking him in deeper. You glanced down, seeing the outline of him inside you, how deep his was. Your head fell back again, getting wetter at the sight.
He stopped about half way to let you adjust, mostly to let you feel just how deep he was and know how much more there was to take. He brought a hand to your stomach, pressing down gently. "Feels that?" You nodded weakly. He snorted. "That's how I know-" he brought the blunt to your stomach "-you're mine." He thrusted the rest in, fully sheathed in you. He pressed the burnt nub to your skin, at the deepest point.
You gasped, though it didn't hurt much with how high you were.
Phil grabbed your hips and pulled back, setting a brutal pace on your poor cunt. The room filled with your moans and wet skin on skin. Phil's eyes stayed glued to where your bodies connected, hands moving to your thighs so he could fold you in half.
"Oh, fuck, look at you." He purred through his relentless pounding. "Taking me so good, baby girl." You were ready to cum at that. A low groan left him. "Fuck, horny slut just wanted to be stuffed." His breathing came out in short pants, cock twitching as his thrusts slowly lost their rhythm. "Still thinking about that chick? Riding a fucking bottle, I bet you wish that was you."
"Yes!" You piped out, hands landing on your chest and pinching your nipples, earning a particularly harsh thrust from Phil. "Ah-! I-I wanna be your dirty little slut, Phil, want you to fuck me- hah!"
He laughed, struggling to regain some sort of pace. "I'm already fucking you, darling." He groaned abruptly, nearly doubling over. "Fuck, milk my cock, baby, just fucking milk it and I'll give you more in a minute." He brought his thumb down to rub your clit.
Your eyes rolled back, arms wrapping around him as he pumped his load into you, thumb pressing into your clit as you came around him. He groaned right in your ear, such a sweet sound you thought you'd died and gone to heaven.
Phil waited a generous amount of time, keeping his weight off of you while he kissed wherever was closest, before he sat him.
He took you with him, arms wrapped neatly around you as he moved to sit back against the headboard. He reached for his nightstand, getting the baggy and lighter again. He got out another joint and lit it, taking a hit before speaking again. "How're you feeling?" He asked, blowing the smoke away from you though he gave you the blunt a second later.
You took a long drag, waiting for him to take it away before you stopped. "Mmh... tired." You mumbled, pecking his neck. Phil chuckled, tilting his head to the side to give you better access. "But good."
"Well, that's good." He mumbled, rubbing your back. His chin found purchase on your shoulder, he let his eyes close. "Gimme a minute and I'll give you round two, how 'bout that?" You nodded against him.
He opened his red eyes, the early seems of morning sun drifting through the window. His gaze travelled down your body, down your back and finding your ass. He pinched you, earning a squeak. "Sorry, sorry... I'll be more gentle..." He muttered, bringing a hand up to rub your shoulder, easing whatever tension you might have.
You exhaled deeply, soaking in such a comforting moment. You were still high as a kite, floating around in nothingness with his warmth surrounding you, cock still buried deep.
He pressed the tip of the burnt paper to your ass and your body jolted again. "Sorry, sweetheart, fingers slipped... won't happen again." He couldn't hide the smile in his words if he tried.
