A/N: Thank you anon for your request! Keep 'em coming.
:꣓ SYNOPSIS: Ever since your boyfriend, Kirk, got into Metallica, you had been put on the backburner. You were fed up of it! Finding yourself tagging along to a 'Megadeth' concert with friends, you run into Dave Mustaine: the guy your boyfriend replaced, and the guy who'd replace your boyfriend.
CONTENT WARNING: smut, cheating, drunken sex, dirty talk, revenge cheating, implied romance(?) Dave Mustaine x Kirk'sGirlfriend!Reader
How did you get here exactly? Well, a few things.
Firstly, the biggest contributor to the situation you were in was your boyfriend: Kirk Hammett. Until he got this new gig in Metallica, you couldn't fault him. He was sweet, cute, pretty good in bed; you really hadn't a bad thing to say about him until those pompous pricks came along. Ever since your boyfriend took the job of lead guitarist, something about the last guy being too drunk, he’d been completely leaving you behind.
Ditching dates for studio sessions, failing to come home late with any explanation besides ‘oh I was with the guys.’ It was exhausting, frankly, because in his previous bands he’d always been able to balance you and the music. But this band wasn’t just ‘the music’ - it was an all-encompassing monster that had swallowed your boyfriend whole. James and Lars had a certain clutch on your partner that you’d never seen before; the way he’d run to practice if they called, how he’d started drinking way more since joining them, how he’d been forgetting you.
Initially, you were devastated by it. Neglect was an ugly feeling, and it had wrenched your heart to suddenly be thrown out of any top priority he may have had. You talked about it. He responded. He swore up and down that he’d make things right and try to balance the two equally, claiming he didn’t want to lose you. But as ‘Ride The Lightning’ released, and touring ensued, every promise he made was quickly forgotten, just like you were. It was at that point where you had gone from upset and dejection, to anger and resentment.
Now this leads me to what else brought you where you were. You and some gal-pals had met over coffee when one of them gushed about getting you guys four tickets to go see this band that had just released their first album: Megadeth. You’d heard the name before, at band practices you’d sat in on, and your ears perked like a dog. Megadeth; that was the last guitarist’s new thing! Lars had been going on about how Dave, the guy Kirk replaced, was really pissed at them for using his material in ‘Kill ‘Em All.’ You thought it was a fair point, but you never said anything in the moment.
“They any good?” You asked curiously as you tucked your ticket into your jacket, sipping on your hot drink. Admittedly, after listening to Kirk try and try replicating Dave’s material, finally nailing it after a few months, you were curious and assuming they had to be pretty decent. You weren’t a musician, but you knew good music.
Nodding, your friend responded, “Yeah! Me and my boyfriend went to see them last month and they’re so wicked. Plus, their lead guy, Dave? He’s so gorg, seriously, there was a moment I thought about leaving my boyfriend behind!” She joked warmly, eliciting a laugh from the table. Whilst funny, you couldn’t help but think to yourself:
‘Gorg…leave my boyfriend behind.’
You were at a point with Kirk now where you had accepted you weren’t getting anywhere but worse with him. The band was only getting bigger which meant you were getting significantly smaller in his head. Fine, you thought; if he wanted to discard you, he could, but he’d feel it.
Then, a few days later, the concert rolled around. Just you and your girls, scantily clad without a care and no boyfriends to be found. It was ladies’ night and nobody was taking that away from you, even if Kirk was coming back home the day after - tonight was your night. Fuck anyone else!
The atmosphere was immense. Some sweaty, packed-in club where people were squished in all around you, but it didn’t even matter when the music assaulted your ears. Their lead guitarist could play circles around, well, any musician you ever knew - he was insane! Not to mention the fact that your friend was so incredibly right about Dave Mustaine. His ginger curls were something any girl would want to rake their fingers through, his face looked like something you’d find in a museum, and his aggression on his guitar and mic only made you wonder where else that aggression could come in handy.
Maybe you were ovulating, maybe you were drunk, maybe you were so touch-starved that all rhyme and reason had left your head. Morality? Didn’t know her. All you wanted to do was climb that man like a tree, and there must’ve been something about the personal link between him and your boyfriend that made the idea of fucking this guy so much better. It had never been in your character to cheat…but sometimes you had to divert from the norm to get a point across.
And Dave? Well he noticed you the moment you walked into the venue; hair done all pretty, wearing some sinfully short skirt and a top that showed off your womanly curves in a way that wasn’t overtly slutty, but disgustingly sensual. You were a vision, and he knew whose eyes you belonged to. Kirk Hammett’s girlfriend; he knew that much. He had just never assumed that dickhead would be able to pull someone as gorgeous as you. Nor did he expect you to be such a thrasher.
Seeing you relatively up-front, as you sang and head-banged with your girls, was a pretty amusing sight. This group of beautiful ladies, feminine-looking and precious, getting completely wild at his concert? Yeah, that made him feel powerful. But seeing you watch him with low-lidded eyes, biting your lip subconsciously at the way he fingered his guitar? That made him hard. Thankfully, his guitar covered it well enough, but the longer the show went on, the more he wanted to take you for a spin and show you what a real man was.
Admittedly, his lust for you was also fuelled by his own inadequacy and hunger for approval. Being cut from Metallica had wounded him to his very core, leaving him perpetually afraid of being abandoned. In his messed up head, Kirk had taken a spot that was rightfully his, and would never be able to do it justice. He’d heard his stuff on Kill ‘Em All, and was pissed the band had stolen something that was his and off-limits. So, like any secure person, he was going to steal something of his. His lady. You.
As the set came to a close, he pointed directly at you, slightly slurring into the microphone, “If the pretty lady there could join me backstage, that’d really make my night.” You froze, furrowing your brows in shock as you looked around to see any other pretty ladies he might have wanted instead.
Silly girl, he thought as he scoffed a laugh and shook his head, “Yeah, you, sweetheart. She’s got a boyfriend, everyone, but that doesn’t matter does it?” The audience, including your friends, screamed in approval at you. Unable to back down now, you nodded and wiggled your way through the crowd to make it backstage to meet this guy.
And that was all the ingredients that made the dangerously good cake you were gorging yourself in.
Once you got backstage where he’d so alluringly beckoned you to, it was hot and messy, just like being stuck in that pit. Only this time, it was much more sexy, and a lot less sweaty. Not by much though. He yanked you into his changing room, which wasn’t much but he’d have you in a broom closet if he had to. There wasn’t much on his mind aside from staking his claim and proving to you that he was far from this useless, replaceable drunk.
Hands roamed over eager bodies and removed clothes hastily; lips locked and heavy breathes exchanged like an intense business transaction - there was nothing to lose and everything to gain.
“You know who I am?” He asked breathlessly as he kissed down your neck messily, his large guitar-beaten hands working on removing your shirt. It was all happening so fast you were struggling to wrap your head around it, but there was something in its recklessness that was so addictive.
Things with Kirk were stable, predictable, and whilst it had been a comfort you wrapped yourself with like a blanket, Dave was like a cold shower. He was exhilarating, and you only had to touch him for a second to feel a jolt within your skin.
You retorted an equally breathless, “Yeah…Dave,” then returning the question as you lifted your arms up so he could take off your shirt, leaving you bare on top. “Do you know who I am?” You shuddered as his kisses made their way down to your breasts, a hand groping one, lips decorating the other.
“Mhm. Kirk’s girlfriend. Didn’t know you’d be so beautiful,” he mused gently as he ran his tongue along your nipple, relishing in how you shivered. He was doing that to you, and hopefully better than your lame boyfriend ever had. “He makes you happy, baby?”
The question, whilst in a gentle and patient tone, was demanding beneath the surface. He could tell you weren’t happy, because if you were, you’d never come back here. With him. But you had, and he loved that. It wasn’t even just the cockfight he wanted to win against Kirk that made him satisfied, but you were generally a beautiful woman. You evidently hadn’t been shown a good time in a while, from the moans leaving your lips as he left hickeys on your tits, and he wanted to help you.
“Not really. He’s busy.” You murmured shakily as your hands knitted in his hair, feeling the ginger curls for the first time was a lovely feeling. Kirk’s curls were nice, very curly, but Dave’s were a lot fluffier, and a lot softer, despite Dave as a character being seemingly a lot less soft than your partner.
Well, you suppose you didn’t really know that. You didn’t know the guy, he didn’t know you, but somehow he was still able to ravish you like he’d known your body inside and out for years. It made you want to know him.
He scoffed at that, ‘busy?’ He found the idea rhat someone like Kirk, a subjectively worse looking guy compared to yourself or him, to be ‘busy’ for you? A woman he found to be absolutely divine just from the feel of you. It made him mad, actually. First, he takes his job - joke, second, he neglects a woman far above his calibre? Disgusting! “If he can’t make time for someone like you, sweetheart, he’s not worth it.” He noted softly as he came back up to your face.
He cupped the side of it delicately. The atmosphere was thick and charged, but his touch was so delicate and tender. Neither of you two knew a thing about another, yet when he held you and comforted you like this, it felt like he’d heard your entire story. Bashfully, you mumbled in return, “He’s not…he’s all about that band now.”
He tutted as he kissed your lips softly, then kissing your hair before teasing, “Those guys aren’t worth it either. Trust me. My band? Way better, you think so, baby?” His one hand left your breast to caress your side, then trailing down to your skirt. Humming at how wet you were once his fingers met the fabric of your panties, he moved them to the side. He wanted an ego boost, not just verbally, but physically.
You were gonna give it to him, because seeing someone so eager for your approval for the sake of his ego was just as much of a boost for you. “Yeah, better, way better.” You stammered as he slid his dexterous fingers into your cunt, a weak moan leaving your lips as he did. This was sealing the fate of your relationship, but it wasn’t sad, it felt invigorating. It felt right.
After begging to be put first for so long, you had found it somewhere else, and in the arms of a man much taller, much more handsome. Hearing you moan was a win for Dave already, not just because of what it meant against Kirk, but because it was such a sweet sound. Even your stammer was sweet - it didn’t make sense to him how you had been neglected; not just by Kirk, but in general, it appalling to see you this needy for affection.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby.” He sighed as he crooked his fingers against that sweet spot of your pussy, groaning once he heard you cry out in pleasure. Already, you were gushing on his hand, and it made his cock impossibly hard. “That easy, huh? Kirk not touching you right?”
You shook your head as you pulled him in for a kiss, messy in nature, but exciting in feeling. Everything about your intimacy came so naturally, like you’d had sex before time and time again. It was a rushed thing, but it evidently wasn’t meaningless for either of you—the passion was tangible.
“Let me fix that, sweetheart.” He whispered into your mouth, letting you moan into his before he pulled his fingers abruptly from your pussy. The lack of anything made you clench around nothing, and whine in annoyance. He kept his lips against yours, smirking at your whining as he went for his own belt. Letting the heavy bullets hit the floor, he took your hands and guided it to his button and zipper.
Words weren’t needed now, as the two of you made out; all that was necessary was lust and desire to be wanted. For both of you. Dave wanted to prove that he wasn’t replaceable, you wanted to feel like you deserved to be a priority; both of you were just souls who had been wronged and wanted to feel right. This felt right.
You undid his trousers, and with his boxers tugged them down. Both of you were half-dressed, but only one of you were shocked as you looked down at his dick. It was a real nice size, 6.5-7 inches maybe? It wasn’t a lot bigger than Kirk’s, but it was thicker. That was where the excitement lay for you!
Taking your hand and wrapping it around him, he groaned, “You want this, baby? If you don’t, you better go home to your boyfriend,” as you began pumping his eager cock with your hand. The space between tbe two of you was closing, as you were now chest to chest, lonely heart to another, and all you wanted was to close it completely.
“I want this. I want you.” You admitted shamelessly - every thought of Kirk was slowly being corrupted and deleted from your head; Dave was like a parasite you were happy to let infect you. Being told he was wanted was a feeling like no other. It made him twitch in your hand.
“I want you too, sweetheart. Want to make you forget all about that guy, maybe I could take you out sometime too. Do it properly.” He murmured as he let you kiss on his neck, and your other hand clutch at his hair. Feeling you nod against his skin made him sigh with relief, but ache with impatience. Lifting you by the legs, he clumsily took you to the floor, clambering on top of you.
Properly looking at his face, your hands caressing it softly, you truly realised how beautiful this man was. His kiss-puffed lips, hazel eyes and delicate skin were all things you wanted to sink your eyes into reverently and never pull away from. He was perfect. You knew you were touch-starved and in need of attention, but the thought of him taking you out genuinely made your stomach flutter.
“You got a girlfriend?” You asked as you draped your arms over his back, whilst he carefully parted your legs. He shook his head and gave a half-grumble: ‘not really,’ he said vaguely, which made your eyebrow crook in confusion.
“Same boat?” You asked understandingly, but he didn’t want to get into the nitty gritty of everything right now. He just wanted to fuck you, make love to you even, because this wasn’t just about filling his ego, it was about filling yours too.
Leaning down to kiss your forehead, he simply murmured, “We’ll talk about it another time, baby, just breathe,” before cautiously sliding into you. The feeling was something you’d never felt before, and the mutual gasp that left your lips told you he felt somewhat the same.
His cock filled you up so perfectly, and as soon as he began thrusting, it was as if he’d fucked you hundreds of times before. You’d never had dick like it - men must’ve just performed better when they were desperate to prove themselves. Moaning, you hands tangled into his hair which was far too precious to not pull on.
He grunted hoarsely in return as his hands gripped your hips, keeping your body steady as he pounded you into the floor. The room was coated with the smell of your soaked pussy, both of your sweat, and the thickness of moans and groans that you both pulled from another’s lips.
Dave was a sweet lover too, groaning things about how pretty you looked underneath him, how sexy you sounded, how good you felt wrapped around him. “Never had pussy like it, baby, want you all the time,” he gushed breathlessly as he thrust into you relentlessly.
Every thrust knocked the wind out of you, each pulse of his cock against your g-spot stole a moan from your mouth, and every word he said erased your boyfriend from you head. Kirk was long forgotten now, all you could think and feel was Dave. How good his fucking felt, how needy he was for your approval, how much better he was at sex than Kirk. He was addictive, and you wanted to let yourself spiral.
So you did.
The knot in your stomach grew as cock-head kissed g-spot over and over again, his pace intense and unfaltering and his accuracy pin-point. He had his face buried in your neck, messily leaving marks on your delicate skin. Seeing you was one thing, but seeing you as he fucked you was another; you were so fucking precious, and he had no idea how anyone would ever let you slip from their podium of necessities.
He could feel you clench him tighter, which made his groans whinier as he picked up the pace, desperately needing you to come apart so he could feel like he had won. If he made you cum, he had won against Kirk; if you let him take you out afterwards, he’d win you over. He was sure of it. You had enchanted him with your presence and sex alone, and he was certain he’d love your soul all the same. That would come later though, as the only thing coming in that moment was you!
The rush made you lose vision as your orgasm crashed over you like a heavy wave; you moaned his name brokenly, substituting where you’d usually moan Kirk’s seamlessly. He gripped your thighs as they trembled around his hips, and he kissed you roughly as he unapologetically ravished your crying cunt with his cock.
You were basically screaming into his mouth as your back arched into him. He let one hand slip from your leg to cup your back, keeping your chest against his as he chased his own release. “Inside?” He panted into your mouth deliriously, sounding like he was drunk off your pussy more than any form of alcohol had ever had him.
You frantically nodded as the overstimulation over-took your body, shuddering and whimpering as he groaned. You were on birth control, so cumming inside wasn’t an issue you cared about. He panted and let out a whining moan as he hit his pinnacle, spilling himself inside of you as you held his forehead against yours.
The messy, infidel moment came to a close with gasping breaths and heated walls. You let the moment settle for a brief moment before he carefully pulled out of you with a gentle kiss to your lips. Handing you your clothes, he breathed out, “Let me take you home.” There wasn’t room to argue, but the lack of space wasn’t suffocating either. He just wanted to take care of you.
Forgetting the crucial fact Kirk would be back tomorrow, as the man lifting you to your feet had corrupted all sense in you, you agreed. Would your decisions come to bite you in the ass if you let him stay the night? Probably. As long as Dave was there to soothe that bite afterwards though? You felt pretty okay. You felt wanted.
take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.
Phone sex with slash who’s older than the reader while like she’s visiting family but she’s using like a dildo that they made with silicone so it’s like slash’s dick but not so like ya know?? 😭
A/n: This is for pookie @cher-rybomb 's birthday, hope you like it!!
Warnings: Smut, mutual masturbation, use of toys, improper use of pillow, phone sex, mild angst near the end, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
While Slash was away on tour it got quite lonely at home. You managed, you were an adult, you went out with friends, kept yourself busy. When you heard your dad was sick you went to stay with your parents for a bit.
Doctors said it wasn't anything too much and he'd be fine, but you decided to stick around to help your mom take care of the house seeing as your dad was told to take it easy for a while.
You spoke to Slash frequently, often times at odd hours, and tonight was no different -in that sense, at least.
You'd been tossing and turning, trying to ignore your rising urges. Slash had been gone for a few months by now; he'd been planning to come back for a week or two, but when you mentioned staying at your parents he decided against it. You jumped when the phone rang and scrambled to answer it, moving faster when you saw it was Slash calling.
"Hey, baby, how's it going, your dad doing ok?" His soft, raspy voice came. Your thighs squeezed together at the sound.
"Yeah, yeah, he's fine." You said, a little faster than intended. "How're you, cities good?" You heard his rumbling chuckle, thighs pressing together again.
"Cities are fine, got you some souvenirs." Some rustling came over the line as he got into bed. "How're you? Sound like you need something." You bit your lip, looking to the door. You got up and locked it before crawling back into bed.
"Just, y'know... lonely without you." You muttered, hand snaking down your body as you waited for him to speak again.
"Thought your parents were supposed to take care of the loneliness?" He asked, not quite catching on yet. You rubbed yourself through your shorts, it felt teasing. "Or," he spoke again, "different kind of loneliness?" He asked, smirk evident in his tone.
You nodded, pushing your shorts down. "Different kind, need you so bad." He chuckled at the quick switch. "Keep talking."
He thought for a moment, picturing you in bed, desperate to get off but unable to without him. "Uh, ok, well," he let out a breath, "we landed not too long ago, just got to the hotel so I thought I'd call you, we have a show tonight." He explained, running a hand down his short. "What're you wearing?"
You tossed your shirt with your discarded shorts and underwear on the floor, finally naked in what suddenly felt like a very hot bed. You looked to the lock again before pushing the blankets off. "Nothing." Slash groaned at that, his cock twitching to life.
"Nothing..." He repeated. "That's good." He spread his legs and began palming himself. "On your back?" You gave a hum. He closed his eyes to better picture it. "You brought any toys with you?"
You thought for a moment before getting your bag and digging through you. You had brought one toy with you, you hadn't planned on actually using it, it was just in case.
It was a simple dildo, matched Slash's length and girth, you got it as close to his skintone as possible. "Yeah, I have one." You answered in a less than ecstatic tone as you got comfortable again. "It's that one I got to look like you." Slash hummed.
"Really miss me, huh?" You gave a small whine, to which he chuckled. "Need to prep first, comfy?" He asked. "Wet?"
You set the toy next to you, then reached down and ran two fingers through your folds, feeling how needy you were. "Mmh, wish you were here with me." You mumbled, using your free hand to hold the phone to your ear.
Slash slid farther down the bed, undoing his fly and pulling his half hard cock out, giving it a few good strokes. "Wish I was there for you, too." He murmured. "What're you doing?"
A soft moan left you. "Two fingers, rubbing my clit." Slash groaned over the phone, jerking his cock a little faster.
"Push your fingers in." He muttered. You whined, your fingers wouldn't feel the same as his, not as thick, and you couldn't snap your wrist the same.
You pushed one in, adding a second soon after and began pumping them in and out at a slow rhythm, scissoring them to stretch yourself faster. "Mmh, s'not enough." You mumbled, trying to move your hand faster. You huffed, pulling your fingers out. "Slash, I need you, when're you coming back?"
He laughed over the line. "Not soon enough." As much as he loved watching you masturbate, he loved watching you get so desperate that it wasn't enough. "It's gonna hurt if you don't take a second." He reminded you, but you couldn't care right now.
You grabbed the toy and ran it through your folds, closing your eyes to picture Slash hovering over you. "Mmh, gonna fuck me." You muttered, teasing your cunt with the tip.
"oh, am I?" He purred, cupping his tip and swiping his thumb over his slit.
You nodded with a confirming hum. "On top of me, hair tied back, hooking my knees over your shoulders." You spread your legs wider, pushing tip in. Your back arched at the intrusion, lips parting with a soft gasp. "Ah- hah, fuck."
"Just the tip, right?" Slash asked, making you pause. "Hold it there for a second." Your body took a second to adjust, eyes fluttering as the sting faded to a pleasant buzz. "Slowly, right? Just how I do it."
You did just as he asked, slowly in a few inches, then pulling out, and pushing in deeper. So good, feeling every vein, you could almost swear to feeling it twitching. With your eyes closed and his heavy breathing coming through your phone it almost felt like he was here with you, fucking nice and deep.
Almost.
It was all so close to feeling right, but a ghost of what you needed.
You whined, tears brimming your eyes. You were more than just horny, you missed him. "Slash." You muttered, pushing the toy deeper.
"I'm here, baby." You bit your lip. "Keep fucking yourself, be good, you know what to do." Your eyes shut tight and you moved the toy again, soft moans coming up.
"Ngh- hah... fuck, Slash." His hand moved faster.
"Oh god, you can't-" He spoke, cutting himself off. He let go of himself, looking down at his angrily pulsing cock. "Can't sound so good." He listened to you fucking yourself, little sniffles mixing with your moans.
Slash let out a heavy breath and laid down. He took a pillow and held it over his cock, grinding into it. "You're doing so good, sweetheart, I can hear you." He purred, rolling his hips at a languid pace. "You miss me?"
You sniffled, letting your tears finally fall. "Miss you so bad." You admitted. "I want you here, want you to hold me tonight." He exhaled, hips bucking.
Hiii I hope you’re well! I was wondering if we could get 2000s soft dom dave smut with younger f reader? idk this is my first time requesting and i’m just a sucker for Dave so 😣
thanks!
𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵
𝒹𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
the summer of 2005 was a fever dream for you. twenty three, fresh out of a miserable retail job, you’d scraped together every last dollar to follow Megadeth on a handful of West Coast dates
you weren’t some wide-eyed fan only chasing autographs; you were the girl who knew every riff from Rust in Peace forward, who could quote Dave Mustaine’s interviews like scripture. you just wanted to be in the same room as the music that had helped you breath through your messy twenties
The Hollywood Palladium show was the last one on your budget. you’d scored a spot near the barricade, hair damp from the pit, black top clinging to your skin, when the final chord of “Holy Wars” crashed out and the house lights came up. security started herding people toward the exits but a roadie with a tired look on their face caught you by the wrist
“Hey you! Come. Dave wants to meet you”
your heart slammed against your ribs. ten minutes later you were backstage, the air thick with cigarette smoke, beer and the metallic smell of guitar strings. the rest of the band had already scattered—Mustaine was alone in the green room, boots up on a coffee table, long fingers turning the stem of a half-empty water bottle. he was forty-three, hair a mess brushing his shoulders. the black button-down was open at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows
Dave looked up when you stepped in
“You’re younger than I thought you were” he said, voice low and rough from the set “How old?”
“Twenty-three” you said, throat dry
“Twenty-three?” he let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through you “Fuck. You look barely legal standing there all shy like that” he tilted his head, studying you “Sit”
you dropped onto the couch across from him, knees brushing the edge of the table. he kept watching you, eyes dark and unreadable
“I saw you singing every goddamn word tonight. Even the new shit most people still don't know. Why?”
you swallowed hard, heart hammering. his eyes were locked on you, patient but intense, like he really wanted the honest answer
“I… I actually feel it” you said quietly at first, then the words started spilling out “The System Has Failed came out right when my dad walked out on us. Everything fell apart that year. My mom was crying every night, I was working two shitty jobs just to help with rent and I felt so fucking angry all the time. Like the whole world was against me and I was supposed to just smile and take it”
you looked down at your hands for a second, then back up at him. he hadn’t moved, still listening
“I put on that album one night when I couldn’t sleep and… maybe it sounds stupid but it was like you were screaming exactly what was inside my head. It made me feel less… broken. Like maybe I could survive my own mess too”
Dave stayed quiet for a moment, thumb still slowly tracing the rim of the water bottle. then he set it down and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, close enough that you could smell the faint mix of his cologne and stage sweat
“Damn” he murmured, voice low “That's not stupid at all, sweetheart. Music’s supposed to do that. Save your ass when nothing else can” he paused, letting his gaze drift down to your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again “You’re twenty-three and already carrying all that weight. Makes me wanna know what else is going on in that pretty head of yours”
you let out a shaky breath, suddenly feeling exposed in the best and worst way
“I don’t know… I guess I just wanted to feel close to something real tonight. Not the posters or the myths. Just the guy who wrote those words and now I’m sitting here talking to you and it feels surreal”
Dave chuckled softly, the sound rough and warm at the same time
“Surreal, huh? Wait till I tell you what I’ve been thinking about doing to you since I spotted you at the barricade” his voice dropped into that filthy register again
“Because hearing you talk like this — all honest and raw — is making me want to pull you into my lap right now and see just how wet that confession got you”
your breath caught. he noticed, of course
“Relax sweetheart. I’m not gonna bite—unless you ask real nice”
the words were gentle but the way he said them carried weight. soft, controlled, like he already knew exactly how this night was going to unfold and was giving you the chance to decide if you wanted that too
you did
he offered you a ride back to his hotel instead of letting you take the late bus to your house. the black SUV smelled like leather and the faint citrus of his cologne. in the back seat he kept one hand on your thigh—not gripping, just resting, thumb stroking slow circles over your jeans
the suite was quiet, lights low, city glittering through the windows. he closed the door behind you with a soft click
“Shower first” he said, already peeling off his button-down “You’re covered in venue sweat and I want you thinking straight”
you expected the usual rock-star rush—clothes flying, hands everywhere. instead he led you into the bathroom, turned the water hot and stripped you himself. slow. even tho you've read multiple times that you loves quick and rough
he knelt to tug your jeans down your legs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee like it was the most natural thing in the world. when you were bare he stepped under the spray with you, soaping his hands and running them over your shoulders, down your back, cupping your boobs with a softness that made your breath hitch
“Look at me” he ordered softly. you did. his eyes were steady, pupils blown but focused “Good girl. I’ve got you”
he washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp until you were boneless. then he wrapped you in one of the huge hotel towels and carried you—actually carried you—to the king bed like you weighed nothing. the sheets were cool against your heated skin. he didn’t join you right away. he stood at the foot of the bed, towel low on his hips, and just looked
“You’re shaking” he noted, voice rough “Nervous or cold?”
“Both” you whispered softly
he crawled up the bed, caging you without letting his full weight drop. “I’m not gonna hurt you, baby. Not tonight. Not ever if I can help it. I am gonna take care of you the way you deserve. That means you listen when I tell you to do something. Understand?”
you nodded
“Words”
“Y-yes, Dave”
the smile he gave you was small “That’s my girl”
he kissed you then—slow, deep, like he had all the time in the world and every second of it belonged to you. his hand slid between your thighs, two fingers tracing, teasing, never rushing. when you tried to arch up he pressed you back down with a palm on your belly
“Slow” he reminded you “Let me feel how wet you get for me”
you whimpered. he rewarded you by sliding one thick finger inside, curling it just right, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes. every time your hips twitched he’d still his hand until you settled, then start again. the build was agonizing and perfect
when you were trembling on the edge he pulled back, kissed your forehead and murmured “Not yet. I want to hear you beg a little”
“D-Dave please” you did what he asked — quiet, desperate little pleas that made his eyes darken with satisfaction. only then did he settle between your legs, condom rolled on with practiced ease and pushed in inch by inch, watching your face the entire time
“Fuck, you feel like you were made for this” he groaned, voice breaking just enough to tell you he wasn’t as in control as he sounded.he held still once he bottomed out, letting you adjust “Breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got all night”
he moved like he was conducting—long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. one hand pinned your wrists above your head, not tight, just enough to remind you who was setting the pace. the other slid under your lower back, tilting your hips so he could go deeper. every thrust came with praise whispered against your ear
“So good for me… taking me so deep… look at you, all flushed and perfect… that’s it, baby, let me hear those pretty sounds…”
you came hard, back bowing, his name breaking on your lips. he didn’t stop. he fucked you through it, murmuring “Again. Give me another one. I know you can”
by the second orgasm you were sobbing with overstimulation and bliss, nails digging into his shoulders. only then did he let himself go—hips snapping faster, voice dropping to a gravelly growl as he came with your name on his tongue
afterward he didn’t roll off and light a cigarette. he pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, then gathered you against his chest and tugged the sheet over both of you. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your spine while your breathing evened out
“You okay?” he asked after a minute, lips brushing your temple
you nodded, too wrecked to speak
he chuckled softly “Words, baby”
“I’m… good... really good” you managed
“M'glad” he tilted your chin up so you met his eyes “Tomorrow morning I’ve got exactly one interview and then nothing until soundcheck in San Diego. You’re coming with me. We’ll get breakfast, talk about music and if you still want this—want me—we’ll do it all over again. Even slower. Maybe with a few of those silk ties I keep in my suitcase”
your stomach flipped “O-okay” you blushed at the thought
he kissed the top of your head “Sleep now. I’ve got you”
you slowly drifted off to the steady thump of his heartbeat and the distant hum of LA traffic
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guys im kinda back cause i wanted to finish few of my request ;"3
