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nom-nommmm1 · 4 months

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TRICKSTER - DEAD/PELLE

Content Warning !!: You and Pelle showering together, softdom!Pelle x fem!reader, fingering, unprotected p in v

I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I heard Dead yell through the bathroom door. “Y/n?! Could you get me a towel?” He asked peaking his head through the door. “Yea one sec!” I yell back, pausing my movie and picking up a towel that was in a laundry basket and knocking on the bathroom door. “It’s unlocked!” Dead yells I open the door and Dead says “could you hand it to me?” I look a little confused but go along with it and hand it to him. Swish I drop the towel being pulled into the shower by his arms. I yelp as I feel the ice cold water hit my skin, Dead always took freezing showers.

“Pelle!” I gasp hitting his arm. I’m soaked and fully clothed. “Yes babe?” Dead asks innocently, connecting our noses. “Baby! Look at me I’m soaked!” I say shivering Dead chuckles. “You look good” his eyes scan my body, looking at my now see-through white shirt. I cover my body with my arms. “You’re not funny Pelle” I say trying to get out but he stops me, embracing me in a hug. “Please stay in here with me baby? It’s lonely in here without my sweetheart” he asks, laying his head in the crook of my neck giving me small tender kisses.

I sigh. “Ugh you’re so clingy, I guessss I can stay” Dead’s eyes light up as I say that. “Thank you baby!” He smiles again, kissing me softly but with a bit of firmness. Pelle slowly wraps his hands around my neck, pushing me to kiss him harder. I groan into the kiss making Dead chuckle. “Easy babe” he teases starting to play with the hem of my shirt.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” He asks referring to my clothes. The reality of the situation suddenly kicks in and I blush. I’m in the shower with my naked boyfriend. “Sweetheart?” Dead says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nod reassuring him. Dead starts to slowly take off my top.

Once my top is off he begins to kneed my breasts. I gasp quietly. “Is this okay?” He asks looking down at me. I nod eagerly and he stops. “I need words for me to keep going my love” he says. I whine looking at him, just staring made me weak in the knees as I tried to form a sentence. “P-please?” I ask a little embarrassed. Pelle chuckles as he suddenly picks me up, making me straddle his hips as he held my ass and thighs.

I gasp feeling his firm grip on my ass. Dead chuckles again and pulls me into a deep kiss. His wet hair starting to stick to my chest and face. He stopped kissing me looking in my eyes as he slowly removed my shorts. “Are you sure?” He asks looking at me with a serious but loving glare. “Yes” I say simply, that being the only word to come out of my clouded mind. Dead takes my shorts off all the way, throwing them out of the tub. I giggle as he slides his tongue into my mouth.

Dead deepens the kiss, pressing his body against mine creating any sort of friction he can have. He moves his lips to my chin, slowly moving to my collarbone, sucking on the salty skin. I cry out a moan. Pelle starts to suck harder moving his mouth to my chest kissing down it. He then takes one of my boobs into his mouth the other in his hand. He gently starts to suck on my nipple. He moves his free hand all over my body, giving me a few love taps as he does so.

Dead moans, seeing me above him. It’s almost intoxicating to him seeing me this torn up in his touch. I move my hands along Dead’s soaked hair, smoothing it down. Pelle takes his mouth off my chest to look up at me as his grip around my hips tighten, making me firm up my legs around his waist. I look down at him, moving his hair behind his ear as I see his cheeks light up a rosy color.

Pelle repositions me, putting my slit on his bulge. “Is it okay if we go further this time?” He asks, watching me closely. I yelp, feeling his bulge pulsing. He chuckles a little as he hears me. I nod my head to tell him to go and he slowly starts to push his long lengthy fingers into me. I moan as I feel him circle my clit with his thumb.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dead asks again, looking at me with gentleness. “I’m sure babe, I’m ready” I reply looking into his eyes as he pushes a finger into me again. And I whine for him to go faster and he corporates. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fingers me. Pelle moans as he feels the sting of my nails.

I bring him in a passionate kiss that soon turns into a make out session. Non stop moaning in each others mouths. As I’m about to cum Pelle pulls his fingers out of me. “Hey-“ I whimper. “Not just yet sweetheart, I know” he says pulling me closer to him. Pelle then grabs his member, teasing me with it.

I whine again.”Pelle!” he chuckles. “I’m sorry sweetheart, you are just so fun to play with” I blush as I feel Dead’s grip on my hips tighten. Dead repositioned me so I am comfortably straddling his waist. He looks at me for a moment before pushing his length into me. “Oh Pelle-“ I scream out, but he pulls out and covers my mouth with his free hand. “Cmon now darling, be quiet you don’t want Euro to hears us, do you?” He asks still keeping a firm hand on my mouth.

I shake my head no. “You promise to be quiet?” He asks a little teasingly. “Mhm mhm” I mutter in his hand whilst nodding. “Ok, I’m gonna take my hand off, be quiet” he warns as he slowly take his hand off. Pelle looks between us for a moment, our skin fully touching. We’ve never been this intimate and I could tell, Pelle was loving it.

After a little while of admiring me Dead came back to his senses. He pulled me close again and started to kiss me all over. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asks looking up at me still kissing my stomach. I giggle. “Hm, no why don’t you show me?” I smirk making Dead blush. “Oh really? M’kay” he says as he comes up to my level.

Pelle then slaps my ass making me squeal a little. “Be quiet babeee” he teased. Without warning Dead sticks his erection into me. I burry my face in his shoulder trying to muffle my moans. He then starts to pound into me without hesitation, bucking his hips into mine. I grip Pelles waist, thinking I’ll fall if I don’t.

He then starts to massage my clit as he pounds into me. The sensations start to take over me and I can feel them more than ever before. “Baby- I think I’m gonna-“ my orgasm cutting me off mid sentence.” “oh- mm” Dead whimpers as he feels my hot cum inside of him. He then pulls out and reaches his climax. He cums on my stomach. All of his liquids pouring down. “God you look so cute” he says before pulling me into a tender kiss. Dead moves me to the shower head, the freezing water I had forgotten about hitting me again, making me squeal.

“You couldn’t at least have turned the water up?!” I gasp as Pelle giggles. “Sorry baby, I had to get you clean” he says grabbing the soap and scrubbing me down thoroughly, inspecting my body whilst he scrubs. He then grabs my favorite shampoo. He rubs it in my scalp making me close my eyes in relaxation. He rinses me off and finishes up my conditioner. “You are just so perfect” he mumbles as he finishes ringing me off one last time. I open my eyes. “Nah that’s you babe” I say smiling with half lidded eyes.

We get out of the shower and dry off, putting on our matching pajamas. Pelle carries me to his room. “God what were you fucks doing in there” Euronymous says as he runs to the bathroom to pee. I blush a little embarrassed. Dead sets me on his bed and puts on a movie. He then lays on my stomach pretending to be well, dead. I play with his blonde locks as he drifts off to sleep. “Goodnight Dead” I say kissing the top of his head and drifting off to sleep myself.

A/n:hihihi this was my first ever smut, I hope you enjoyed bc I did and I kind gave up half way 😭 I hope you can’t notice it buttt yea that’s all. Enjoy!

#lords of chaos #pelle ohlin #euronymous #hellhammer #smut #fluff #faust #mayhem band #jack kilmer #dead #dead mayhem #dead x reader

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guerrilla-operator · 6 months

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HELLHAMMER

#hellhammer #thomas gabriel fischer #martin eric ain #black metal #speed metal #death metal #thrash metal #80s metal #80s thrash #metal

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666livingdeadgirl · 3 months

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Øystein Aarseth 1989.

original video belongs to- "DarkHel" (YouTube)

#black metal #mayhem band #øystein aarseth #mayhem #pelle ohlin #per yngve ohlin #dead mayhem #true norwegian black metal #metal #black metal band #euronymous #necrobutcher #hellhammer

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madamemaximoff06 · 5 months

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The 4 most attractive characters from the “Lords of Chaos” movie:

And you can’t change my mind

#rory culkin #culkin cult #lords of chaos #euronymous #faust #mayhem #mayhem band #dead mayhem #pelle ohlin #oystein aarseth #Jan axel #hellhammer #Bård Eithun #jack kilmer #valter skarsgård #anthony de la torre #Madame's rambles

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444rockstargf · 3 months

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idk if youve already done sum like this buttt, fem reader is a pole dancer and jack or euro pay for a private lap dance or sum and reader gives him a lil somethin more when they alone 😝

since yall voted for euronymous!

"i drop it like it's hot on the pole." | euronymous

midnight dancer girlfriend. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

stripper!female!reader x euronymous

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contents: pole dancing, striptease, teasing, masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, slight overstimulation, a little aftercare

euronymous’ eyes were locked on you from afar. you could feel the burn of his stare along with at least one hundred pairs of other eyes that couldn’t remove their eyes from your body. you effortlessly slid down the pole, your hair flowing and perfectly covering your illuminated face as your black leather skirt lifted a little, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of all those who gawked at you from the crowd. awestruck men couldn’t help but throw dollar bills onto the stage as a token of appreciation for the show you were putting on.

euronymous sat at the bar in the corner, slowly sipping from his beer, the cold glass bottle chilling his pale fingertips. he had ended up at the club on a late saturday night, craving a different kind of excitement than his usually rowdy concert scene. and boy, did he get exactly what he was looking for. he had been lured in the second you walked onto the stage, and decided to make himself comfortable as you discarded your pieces of clothing one by one until you were left in your lacy black bra, matching panties, and a tight skirt to keep the crowd thirsting for more.

he watched a bead of sweat drip down your neck, rolling in your cleavage before disappearing into your bra’s fabric. he wanted to lick those droplets while you had your hands in his hair, moving up and down on his cock as you screamed out moans of ecstasy. he began to feel extremely overdressed in his leather jacket and dark jeans, especially as his manhood pressed against the tight denim.

the lights in the club went red-tinted magenta as you flipped upside down on the pole, spreading your legs in a perfect split before getting yourself back on your feet, kicking off your heels as money rained down onto the stage. your stage. the undeniable flush in your cheeks from the thrill made you look all the more enticing. like a succubus on earth that was delivered as a blessing to whoever laid eyes on you. you were glowing underneath the electric pink light. truly a tempting sight that implemented sinful thoughts into the minds of everyone who saw. you got on your knees, running a hand through your hair.

you held a hand out to the crowd, silently asking for a drink. mulitple people held out their beers, desperate to have their bottles touched by your lips. you snagged a bottle, throwing your head back as your took a greedy gulp from it, a waterfall of liquid pouring down your neck and chest, earning a roar of cheers as you handed the bottle back to the lucky man, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim. he took it, hugging it to his chest as his face lit up like he had just won the lottery. you had seen people sell things you’d touched outside the club. you knew they went crazy for shit like that.

euronymous’ body trembled as you crawled across the floor, saying your hips in a way that was enough to make him run mad as you collected all the cash, stuffing the bills into your bra and a few into the lace of your panties, just barely peeking out. his eyes trailed down your curves, starting at the tops of your breasts and trailing down to your hips. he wanted to run his hand down your body while you were lying on your back with two of his fingers shoved deep inside of you. you brought your hands to the back of your bra, and that did it for him. he called the bartender, trying to get the words out of his tightening throat.

“what can i get for you, sir? another beer?” the bartender spoke loudly over the music while he cleaned a glass. euronymous cleared his throat, trying to sound like the “terror incarnate” that he’d forgotten he was. “i-i wanna book tonight’s dancer for some alone time.” his voice sounded more squeaky than he’d like it to. “alright then, sir. ill just need you to sign this sheet.” the bartender pulled out a leaf of paper and placed it on the counter in front of him, handing euro a pen. the paper had the words “private sessions” in bold at the top of the page with the price right below it. €100 per session. but he was too horny to give a fuck. he saw your name and an open time on a line at the bottom, a space for a signature. he picked up the pen with his clammy hand and messily scribbled down his signature, slamming the money onto the counter and returning the sheet. the bartender looked at him with a satisfied smile before pinning the paper in the wall. so euronymous was finally going to get you alone. perfect.

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that was 30 minutes ago, and now euronymous found himself in one of the club’s backrooms, sitting on a little bed as he fidgetted, waiting for you. his scheduled time was 9:30pm, and it was currently 9:29. he mindlessly studied the mattress, a variation of cumstains littering the blanket. now he really knew what he was in for tonight, and his mind raced with disgusting thoughts that would be frowned upon if he was anywhere else. the sound of the door closing interrupted his thoughts, and there you were. you were all sweaty and tired, but somehow that only made you more alluring to him. you had slipped a jacket onto your skimpy outfit, granting you a little more modesty.

you locked eyes with him immediately, frozen in place by his appearance. you had never seen someone like him at a place like this before. his long, midnight black hair contrasted his snow white skin that made way for crystal blue eyes. he was like a fairy tale mixed with your darkest nightmares. he sized you up hungrily, and you felt heat pooling in your core. you broke the silent, a grin tugging at your lips. “so i’ve got you for the night…” euro’s groin sizzled at your hint of possessiveness, which he instantly found he liked. your voice was low and smoky, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would sound like when he pounds into you, making you cum for the umpteenth time as you whimpered out his name. you walked around the room, lighting a few candles before glancing at him once again.

“i don’t see many guys like you around these parts.” you come to sit on the bed beside him, checking out his body from a closer distance. he was jacked. you could easily make out his defined biceps through his leather jacket, and you could see his nipples sticking from his thin black tank top. you seemed slightly amused at his silence. “you dont talk much, huh? that’s fair. what’s your name?” he cleared his throat. “euronymous, lead guitarist of Mayhem. call me oystein.” your expression grew sly at the mention of this. you casually crawled into his lap, slipping off your jacket and his. you sat down with your legs on either side of him, resting yourself right on top of his aching boner.

a barely audible groan slipped from his lips as his eyes instantly fell to your tits. he so desperately wanted to tear the bra off of you and take them into his mouth, pinching and biting at your nipples until they were all red and sensitive. you held his hands, bring them to your hips so that he was gently straddling your ass. you brought your lips to his ears, whispering softly enough to turn his bones into putty. “you know… i don’t think i’ve ever been fucked by a rockstar…” as his hands touched you, you felt the callouses on his fingers, and you pussy throbbed at the thought of those fingers curling inside of you, making you squirt over and over again.

the room fell silent as you turned around, your head by his feet and your ass pressing right against his knotted stomach. you unbuttoned your skirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the ground. and there it was. those curvy hips, plush thighs, and round rear that had caught his eyes at the very start. goddamnit, he would cum right now if he couldn’t get himself together. you start to grind your hips against him, your clothed pussy coming into contact with his boner every now and then. he leaned back onto the bedframe, starting to really enjoy the show. he didn’t even realize his hitching breath growing louder.

you kept your back in a perfect arch as you continued to tease him, rubbing your hard clit against his belt buckle as he gave your ass a squeeze, followed by a firm slap that make your ass jiggle. the movement made his heart jump. he began to get touchy, slipping his thumb in between your legs as he gently rubbed your pussy through the fabric. he was instantly coated in your juices as a quiet moan slipped from your lips. then you started to pick up the pace.

you sat back up, turning to face him. you backed away a few feet before reaching your hands to the clasp of your bra, unclipping it in one swift movement. your tits were revealed to him in an instant, your nipples brushed to stiff peaks by the cold air. you tossed your bra to him and he caught it effortlessly, starting to unbuckle his belt. he tossed it to the side, unzipping his jeans. his cock sprung out and slapped the base of his stomach, leaving a drop of precum behind. he wrapped your bra around his dick, starting to pump it as quicker cum dribbled from the tip.

“o-oh, fuck…” heat coiled in his gut as you slipped your thumbs underneath the band on your panties. you kicked them off your ankles, now sitting completely nude in front of this hungry predator. “y-you’re fuckin’ perfect…” he brought a hand forward to start pulling you to him, bringing you to sit on his lap once again. he wasted no time connecting your lips in a dirty kiss, his tongue tracing your teeth and locking with your tongue as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, using your cum as lubricant as he rubbed quick circles onto it. you moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips into him as you covering his fingers with your liquids.

he flipped you around so that you were laying on your back. he was now face-to-face with your perfect little pussy. he dug his teeth into it, hungrily lapping up every single droplet that your folds produced. he shoved two fingers into you, them sliding in with ease as he curled them. he hit your cervix within seconds, and you completely lost it. you were screaming, crying out his name as you rutted your hips against his nose, the tip bringing more stimulation than anything else. your hands were tangled in his hair, digging into it as your sensitive bud began to pulsate. “j-just like that, oystein..! i’m fuckin’ cumming!” he forced your legs apart even more, his hips helplessly bucking into the mattress as puddles of cum formed underneath him. his face was covered with your nasty fluids, but he had never been happier. as his fingers hit your g-spot once more, the floodgates broke open. you screamed as water rushed out of you, drenching his hair and face. he stuck out his tongue, drinking you up and not letting a single drop go to waste.

he flipped you over again, making you sit on his lap as he locked his lips with yours, backing into the headboard. he lifted up your hips and set you onto his cock, finally granting himself some relief. “s-so fucking tight!” you began to ride him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. he grinned as he groaned breathlessly, growing needier by the second. he began to take off his tank top, revealing himself to you. but your eyes were screwed shut as they filled with lustful tears. he grabbed your throat, hungrily kissing your neck as your body started to shake. “...all fuckin’ mine, baby…” his words made your skin vibrate as you felt that familiar feeling polluting your insides.

“g-gonna cum again..!” your words were cut short as another powerful orgasm tore through your body. your cum poured out like a waterfall, covering his as hot strings shot out from his tip. he growled like a wild beast as he filled you up, stuffing you with warmth. you collapsed onto your side, panting heavily as cum leaked out from your hole and onto the bed, adding to the collection of stains. you were tapped out in less than 2 minutes. euronymous sat up, looking at you as he twirled your hair in between his fingers. “all fucking mine.”

author's note: in my flop era 😝😝😝

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #smut #oystein aarseth #euronymous smut #eurorory #444rockstargf #lana del rey #pelle ohlin #hellhammer #jan axel blomberg #r!euronymous

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vitusinferno · 4 months

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post cringe when they least expect it

#mayhem #pelle ohlin #øystein aarseth #euronymous #necrobutcher #hellhammer

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muerelibre · 9 months

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#hellhammer #first wave black metal

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stubberudsgirl · 2 months

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Hellhammer and Dead

#hellhammer #jan axel blomberg #pelle ohlin #per ohlin #dead mayhem #mayhem #the true mayhem #deathcrush #freezing moon

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chainsawgvtsfvck · 6 months

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Gutsfuck, Pt 2. Euronymous x Hellhammer x Reader

“I kiss freaks that treat me like an animal, fuck on me and eat me like a cannibal.” -Snow Wife

Warnings: MMF threesome, unprotected sex, lots of dirty talk, squirting, MDNI

The early morning sun streamed in through Øystein’s tattered blinds, assaulting your closed eyelids and throbbing head.

You groaned and nuzzled your face into his shoulder in an attempt to escape the light. He chuckled sleepily and threw an arm over you.

“Too early for you, baby?” He mumbled in your ear, his voice rough with sleep.

“Hung over…” You groaned into his neck.

“Poor baby…” He cooed sarcastically. His hand traveled down to one of your breasts, pinching your nipple. You yelped and smacked his hand away.

“At least bring me some coffee before you devour me.” You teased him, turning to splay a hand on his chest to push him back.

He groaned, “You drive a hard bargain, lady…but I think I can do that.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek quickly before disappearing downstairs. He didn’t even bother putting pants on, stomping down the stairs in nothing but his underwear.

Laughing quietly to yourself, you sat up and stretched your arms high above your head and yawned.

A floorboard creaked in the hallway and you jumped, pulling the sheet up to cover your bare chest.

“Oh fuck, jesus - I’m sorry. Just passing by for the bathroom.” Came a surprised voice. Your head whipped around just in time to see a quickly retreating Hellhammer - what was his real name again?

“It’s okay!” You called, “Øystein should’ve closed the fucking door!”

He peeked his head back in for a moment, “I’m Jan Axel, by the way,” That’s right, that was his name! “would’ve introduced myself last night, but you seemed a little…busy.”

You felt a blush creeping up your face at the implication.

“Whatever.” You sniffed, turning so your back faced the door.

Jan walked away chuckling. Fucker.

Øystein came bounding back up the stairs, then, a mug in each hand.

“I wasn’t sure how you liked it, so I just put in a ton of fuckin’ everything.” He said, handing it over with a shrug.

You took a sip - too sweet, but whatever. Coffee is coffee.

“Thank you, Øystein. I was kind of joking about making me coffee, but it’s sweet of you to do.” You fawned, kissing him on the cheek.

He hummed happily at the praise, dipping his head to plant a few gentle kisses on your shoulder. He moved up your neck and nipped at the skin there, and you yelped a little, dissolving into giggles as he attacked your jaw and face with little kisses and nips.

“Get a room.” Jan said, reappearing in the doorway.

“I’m in my room, fucker! Go away!” Øystein barked, scooping up an empty beer can from his nightstand and throwing it at Jan.

“Leave the door open and you’re just inviting an audience.” Jan smirked, taking a step inside the room.

Øystein opened his mouth to respond, then just looked at Jan. Then turned his head to look at you with an eyebrow raised. Want to?

You looked at him. Then Jan. Then him again. Shrugged. What the hell? Set your coffee down. Nodded.

Jan beamed, peeling his shirt off and kicking the door closed behind him at the same time.

He leaned down and kissed you enthusiastically, all tongue like a puppy. Øystein nipped at your neck, whispering to you how fucking pretty you looked as his hand came up to knead at your breast gently.

Jan reached up and ripped the sheet away from you, exposing your body to the cold air and eliciting a gasp from your lips.

“God, that fucking body…” Jan mumbled under his breath. He grabbed your thighs in his hands and pushed them apart, admiring your pussy in the morning light. His thumbs pulled your lips apart gently.

“I think she likes this, Øystein…” He teased, letting the other man see how wet you were already.

“Taste her.” Øystein told him.

Jan wasted no time in obeying, lips and tongue exploring every inch of your swollen cunt. You whined and curled your fingers into his hair to pull him closer. You rolled your hips into his face shamelessly - fuck, the drummer could eat pussy. He pulled back and spat on you, looking up at you with a smug smile for a moment before diving back in to lap at you hungrily.

Øystein buried his fingers in your hair and turned you to smash your lips together. You felt like a fucking princess, getting lavished with all this attention.

“Tastes so fuckin’ good, doesn’t she?” Øystei panted between kisses.

Jan hummed in the affirmative, pressing two fingers into you and curling them up expertly to hit your g spot right away.

“Ah-ooh! You’re really fucking good at that, baby!” You moaned, your growing arousal evident by the wet, nasty sounds your pussy was making around his fingers.

Øystein hooked his elbow under one of your shaking knees to hold it up and afford himself a better view. Jan Axel’s face and fingers glistened with your pussy juice and his spit as he lapped at you wetly.

You leaned back into Øystein’s chest with a hum. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it behind your back to palm his erection through his underwear.

“Jerk me off while you watch him eat your pussy.” He growled into your ear with a nip.

You took his throbbing cock from his underwear and swiped the pad of your thumb across the tip, gathering some precum. Øystein groaned into your shoulder and humped into your fist. A glance down confirmed that Jan was pawing at his own erection through his jeans with the hand that wasn’t buried in your cunt.

He looked up at you then, big brown eyes locked onto yours as he pulled his mouth away for a moment, delicate strings of saliva trailing from his lips and tongue to your pussy.

“Can I fuck you? I need to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock - please.” Jan begged, squeezing your thighs and growling a bit at the sweet way his fingertips dug into your softness.

“What do you think?” Øystein sighed into your ear, “want him to fuck you, baby?”

Your face flushed and you went a little dizzy with lust, nodding fervently and giving Øystein’s cock an excited squeeze.

“Atta girl.” Øystein purred, hooking his arm under your leg on the opposite side so you were completely open and exposed to the two, “Now ain’t that a pretty sight?”

Jan came to his feet and popped the button of his jeans, never taking his glazed eyes from your glistening cunt.

When he took his cock out, your eyes widened for a moment - god, he was big. Thick and long and fucking hard, just for you. You caught yourself nearly drooling at the sight as he spat into his palm and gave himself a few lazy strokes.

Øystein chuckled in your ear, “Look at you, all spread out for my drummer. You just fucked my vocalist last night. Such a shameless whore.”

Jan Axel lined himself up with your entrance and began to push in slowly. “Wanna make sure you feel every inch.”

You gasped and writhed in Øystein’s grip, but neither of the men were letting you go anywhere. The drummer’s cock stretched you out so incredibly well. He bottomed out with a groan and stayed still for a moment, the head of his cock pressed up against your g-spot. Then he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting himself back in again.

You cried out, wiggling against Øystein desperately as Jan started to fuck you hard and deep.

“Ah ah ah, can’t get away now. Stay fuckin’ still.” Øystein chided, biting your neck.

“Fuck, this pussy is incredible.” Jan groaned, watching your tits bounce in time with his thrusts. He licked his thumb and brought it down to rub circles on your clit, lighting up at the way you jumped and moaned for him. Your pussy made more and more lewd noises around his cock as you grew closer to your orgasm.

“You gonna cum already, baby?” Øystein teased.

“Yeah, she fuckin’ is.” Jan added huskily, “Gonna cum on this dick, aren’t you sweetheart?”

He pressed his hand firmly to your lower stomach and the knot inside you snapped - you gushed around his cock with a loud cry.

“Ohhhh baby, good girl.” Øystein murmured through his teeth.

Jan chuckled breathlessly, his hips stuttering a few times before he buried himself deep. His jaw hung open and eyes fluttered shut as he came inside you.

Øystein let go of one of your legs to rub your clit into overstimulation through Jan’s orgasm. Both men held your hips down firmly and muttered quiet commands of don’t move, don’t move as Jan pulled out slowly. You squeezed your eyes shut as his cum began to drip out of you.

Jan huffed, letting himself collapse onto the bed next to the two of you.

Øystein laid you down on your back next to Jan and pushed his cock inside you, forcing more of the drummer’s cum out of your pussy with a lewd squelch.

“Shhh relax baby, just lay back and take it.” Øystein cooed sweetly, beginning to hump into your sore little pussy.

Jan Axel’s hand traveled down to rub your clit with two fingers, muttering “Taking it so fucking good.”

Øystein cradled your thighs in his big hands, marveling at the adorably fucked-out look on your face.

“Cum again sweetheart,” Jan whispered, rubbing your clit faster now, “Euronymous wants to feel you cum on his cock, too. Do it.”

You met the guitarist’s thrusts with your own, letting the two men push you over the edge again. You squirted around Øystein’s cock and both men groaned in amazement. The way your pussy contracted sent Øystein into his own orgasm and he unloaded deep inside you, adding to the sloppy mess they’d made of your cunt.

“Look at that...” Øystein marveled, pulling out to watch it all spill out of you.

Jan leaned down to kiss you a final time before Øystein swatted his hip and ordered him to get the fuck out.

You giggled watching the drummer stumble about the room gathering his clothes and pulling them back on.

He blew you a kiss before ducking out the door, leaving it open a crack just to be a dick.

Øystein collapsed on his back next to you with a harumph.

“Give me a kiss, baby.” He whines playfully, reaching out for you. You fall in to his arms, giggling and pressing your lips to his.

On the nightstand, your coffee has gone cold.

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