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dangerous woman | stacee jaxx [18+]

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Pairing : stacee jaxx x fem¡reader

Warning : smut, masturbation, nsfw language, sex toy, minors dni!

Requested by my dear friend @elenavampire21 hope you like this ❤️

Something bout you, makes me wanna do things i shouldn't

Have you ever wanted something so bad knowing you shouldn't? Have you ever dreamed of something so bad knowing it is bad for you?

Stacee Jaxx.

Yes, the famous singer Stacee Jaxx. The man who is able to have hundreds of girls drooling for him. For a while, you really thought you weren't those girls. Those girls who are stupidly do as whatever he told. Those girls who would've died just for their stupid celebrity crush.

He does have an amazing singing voice, yes, and you can't lie to yourself that you quite like his songs too. But Stacee wasn't really much of a respective gentleman, so the idea of having respect, let alone worshiping him is not in your cart. You loathe asshole, specifically those who do as whatever they're please and not give a damn shit about anything else other than themselves. That pretty much sums up Stacee Jaxx's character.

Ever since you first met him in The Bourbon Club, he has shown you nothing but pain in the ass kind of attitude. He constantly thinks that he could have anything he desires easily because he's just the Stacee Jaxx.

Every conversation you exchanged with him is like a dreadful memory printed on your mind. Stacee Jaxx is the living example of vexation for you. But here you are again, completely possessed by the alluring charm of his as he performs Pour Some Sugar On Me. The way his body moves. Those flexing toned exterior of his, the way his skin glistening underneath the light. Oh, you're so feeling hot yourself.

Stacee knows what he's doing. He's totally meant to do it all to capture your very attention. Ever since he first laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you instantly. From your rare beauty to your smart mouth, he knew he's a goner for you. But what intrigued him more is your ability to resist him. No girl ever has done that to him, and to win you over will be his personal accomplishment he'd be proudly gloat on.

"Y/N!" Cherry, your boss calls you out as the music bangs louder at the end of the song.

You awake from your daydreaming thoughts and turn your head towards her. "Yes?"

"What are you doing here, i paid you for something, girl. Get to work and clean up upstairs!" She tells in your ear.

She's right. You shouldn't stay here and watch Stacee all night. It'll only make him believe that you're one of his admiring fans and make him be more overconfidently proud of himself. To which you'll hate more of him.

So you go upstairs, passing every one of the people in this crowded club. Meeting your colleague, she tells you she got the floor covered and asks you to just take care the VIP room. Entering the VIP room, you're surprised that no one is here, but the room is for sure messy as hell with bottles and glasses everywhere. So you decide to clean it up that way you won't have to stay late to work.

Working as a server in one of the biggest club in the city wasn't really on your new year'sresolutions, but this is your way to make a living so you just gotta do what you gotta do. It wasn't a dream job of course. You often get misunderstood, but you can survive each night. And you find each night to have its own interesting thing. Say you always have that dark, playful side of you. Something about the life of the night and the vibe of the club awakes something naughty inside of you.

As you're tidying the sofa area, underneath the pile of pillows, you find something.... A vibrator.

"Jeez.." you shake your head.

Taking the little pink toy, you nearly toss it to the bin. But before your finger let go of the item, you think for a moment. Something in you wanting to know. And for some reason, your mind decided to replay the memory of every encounter you have with Stacee. You're contemplating yourself, trying to fight every urge in yourself to play with the pink toy you found.

Looking around to find no one is around, you lay down on the sofa. Eyeing the stranger toy in your hand, you press the on button, and it starts to vibrate with a little buzzing noise. Biting your lip, you slowly draw the toy to your chest. It feels good as it makes contact with your skin. Slowly, you drag the toy across your breast and down across your body. The moment the vibrator hits your clit from above your jeans, you whimper.

Biting your lip, you chuckle to yourself. It feels so good, and you don't care if it's so wrong to do.

You unbutton your jeans, hands slipping underneath it as you bring the toy to meet your clit. Again, you press the on button. The moment it vibrates on your clit, you fight back a loud moan to spill out. As you close your eyes the picture of Stacee is still playing in your mind.

"F–fuuck—!" You whimper. Eyes fluttering open and close as you feel the building heat inside of you.

Feeling like someone is watching you, you look up, finding his reflection in the mirror. "Stacee," You gasp and jump in a scare. Turning your face around you meet him leaning against the door, hands on his pocket. He doesn't say anything. He just stares at you still, doesn't even move.

"Wouldn't you like to watch me,"

Stacee chuckles darkly, and he walks slowly towards you. "Don't let me interrupt you," he takes a bottle of scotch on the table in front of you and takes a seat on the sofa in front of you. He takes a sip of the scotch with his eyes still locked on you the whole time.

"So you're just going to watch?" You ask.

Stacee's slowly nods.

You have no idea where this confident comes from, but right in this moment, you're feeling dangerously confident. You for sure not going to chicken out the moment you're going to have your pleasure. There's just something about Stacee that makes you wanting to be like a dangerous woman. You lay down again on the sofa. Turning the little toy on again, you slip it again underneath your jeans to your clit. Stacee watches you with darkened, lustful eyes. Your whimper get louder by the seconds you press the toy on your clit. Hands traveling all around your own body, you grip onto the sofa as your body bends upwards. "Ahhh—!" You moan.

Stacee could feel himself hardening and losing room on his crotch. The way your legs jerking, body twitching, it nearly make him wanting to take out his cock and jerk himself too. The filthy moans slip out of your perfect little mouth sounds like the best music to his ear. He wanted to kiss and devour your mouth for so long that he has lost count how many times he had dreams of you.

And soon enough, you're spilling all over. You're moaning hard, body bending off the sofa, your toes curling, and digging the leather of the sofa. Opening your eyes toward him again, his breath is just as messy as yours. You stand up and strut your way towards him. You lean down onto him, face stays inches away from his. You look deeply into his eyes.

Stacee clenches his jaw, yet his deep intense glare never falters. A second past with silence with you just exchanging wordless conversation by eyes alone with the rockstar. "Well," you break the silence, eyes instinctively just drops down you could see the effect you put on him. The evidently tent on his crotch makes your breath stalled.

Eyes peering back up meeting his green orbs, You hand him the used vibrator to his chest. He grabs back your hand, a sly smirk appears on his face.

"That was fun," you devilishly smirk at him.

You could see the flickers in his eyes. That's the switch being pulled off. Just as you're about to stand straight and turn your back to him, Stacee grabs your face and pulls you to his lips. He pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. Quickly, he finds a way to slip his tongue to meet yours. He hungrily kisses and devours you, his hands traveling all around you, slipping through your hair, grazing along your back. His touches send burning traces on your skin.

Stacee moves to kiss your neck. Wet sloppy kisses go all over your skin. He's trying to find your sweet spot, which he finds effortlessly. You're whimpering as he nibs the spot, you instinctively just grind on his hard center. "Ohh, Stace—" you whimper.

"You drive me crazy, Y/N," his deep voice growls in your ear.

Looking back to his eyes. You cup his face, "So beautiful," he whispers as he caresses your face gently.

His eyes light up with excitement, quickly he undress you. One by one, all of your clothes are tossed to the floor. You unbutton his pants, his hard cock springs free slapping his abs. Impatiently needing all of him, you push him inside of you.

"OH!" You moan as you feel his shaft spreading your tight walls.

"Fuck—!" He groans to you. His hands gripping you hard. "Fuck, baby!" He groans.

The fullness of him sends dizziness of pleasure to your mind. Slowly you start grinding on him, fucking him in a slow set pace.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good," Stacee holds your face. He rests his forehead on yours. Eyes are lost in the pool of pleasure. "So... tight..." he cooes.

Stacee rocks his hips upwards too, meeting you halfway, he fucks you back. "Stace..." you whimper.

"Darling—" he murmurs. With his hands gripping on each side of your hips, you fuck him harder, grinding even harder on him, you could feel him starts to throbbing inside of you.

His eyebrows furrowing, his breath ragging. You could see the sweat starting to collect on his chest, and his skin starts to turn into flush red. He's close, you know he's close. "What?" You tease him mischievously.

"P-please," he breathlessly beg you.

You giggle, "Oh he knows how to say please now."

The cocky asshole who do whatever as he pleases now is practically begging you. "Y/N!" He shut his eyes close and grip tightly on your hips.

"Don't cum yet, Stace!"

You chuckle, liking the way you have him right now. He's so.... babygirl, unlike the way he usually presents himself to everyone else.

You kiss his neck. Nibbling and sucking his skin, you leave your love mark there so that everyone knows you're the only one who's able to make him like this, be like this.

"F-fuck... Y/N—!" he groans.

Stacee pulls you even tighter, closer to his body as if there's more gap between the two of you. His hand wraps around you possessively. His eyes deeply look at you. You could feel yourself coming close to your edge too. With no warning, your pussy clench around him. You bury your face on the crook of his neck, nails raking his back that you're sure you have left a scar on him.

With your clenching walls, that is the end of Stacee. He couldn't keep himself even longer. You feel his seeds spreading inside of you. His body stills, he's breath ragging as he empties himself into you.

You push yourself from the crook of his neck, eyes meeting him again, Stacee is glowing with post-sex glow. He smiles and gently peck your lips. His fingers softly brushing through your hair. He leans closer to you and peck your forehead.

"That..." he pants, "That could be a record," he mutters.

He's so gentle that it melts your heart. You feel your cheek burning up, so you hide your face to his neck.

Stacee just holds you there gently, caressing your bare back affectionately. Then the snap of realization occurs to you, this is wrong. You shouldn't have done this.

"This is a mistake," you say as you climb off him.

"No..." he quietly says, "Y/N," you ignore him, you just pick your clothes on the floor and quickly leave him before he could even stop you.

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nineinchnailpolish · 9 months

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Stacee Jaxx x GN Reader

Warnings: kissing, smut, nsfw

Pairing: Stacee Jaxx x GN Reader

Word Count: 1239

A/N: This is my first smut i’m posting on tumblr, so who knows if it’s good. I feel uncomfortable writing words during the smut stuff, so sorry it’s only description 😭

Stacee comes out of his room to grab some more alcohol when he notices you walk in the bar. He feels an insane amount of lust and slowly walks over to you.

All the girls fan over him, fainting and grabbing at his body. He throws them off him, walking to you, checking out your body.

“Hey…you should come to my room, we can have some alcohol. It would be…fun” he talked slowly and seductively.

Your eyes widen at Stacee’s words as you blush.

Stacee Jaxx has been your idol for years, but you never thought he would invite you to his room! Waves of excitement and thrill pumped through your blood.

“i- yeah that sounds like fun” you say shyly, smiling at Stacee.

Stacee smirks, his eyes fixated on you as he motions for you to follow him. He leads you down a dimly lit hallway, the throbbing bass of the music shaking the walls. You can hear the distant roar of the crowd, signaling that the show is about to start.

With every step, the air feels thicker, filled with anticipation and desire. Stacee opens the door to his room, revealing a space adorned with rock 'n' roll memorabilia and lit by the soft glow of red lights. The scent of stale cigarettes and musky cologne lingers in the air.

He walks over to his monkey, ‘Hey man’, and grabs a bottle of whiskey. He doesn’t bother grabbing glasses.

He struts over to the couch and sits down by you, manspreading as he takes a swig of the whiskey. He puts his hand out with the bottle, motioning for you to take a drink.

You mumble a thank you and take the bottle, making a face when you drink it. He chuckles at you, watching intently as you take a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat. The tension in the room becomes palpable, the lust and attraction between you practically crackling in the air.

Stacee moves closer, pressing his body against yours, his hand trailing up the side of your waist. His touch is electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and husky.

“So, what’s your name darling~? Realize I haven’t asked yet” He trails his fingers along your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You can barely concentrate on his question when he is touching your body.

You clear your throat, “My…my name is y/n” you turn your face to him, blushing.

“y/n…” The name rolls off his tongue a couple times, he smiles as he does so. His hand goes to your face and cups your cheek, leaning closer to your face.

“You’re not like the others y/n…there is something special about you. Something intriguing. I want to explore it if you’ll let me” He asks, caressing your face softly.

“I want to…yes Stacee, please” You move your lips to his, kissing him hard and passionately and you grip his jacket. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating taste and warmth of his mouth.

Stacee's other hand travels down your body, his touch tracing a map of pleasure along your skin. His fingers find their way beneath your clothes, exploring the contours of your body with a deliberate eagerness. Every stroke and caress sends surges of pleasure through your veins, igniting a fiery desire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, he leads you to the bed, where he begins to undress you slowly, piece by piece. His eyes devour your exposed skin, his touch leaving a burning trail in its wake. As your bodies intertwine, his hands gripping your hips, he sinks into the depths of your desires, losing himself in the passionate embrace.

“Shit baby…so tight” He grunts out, pounding into you like the beat of the music outside.

Stacee's hunger is insatiable, his hands gripping and caressing every inch of your body, his lips exploring every sensitive spot.

“Stacee! More please~” You beg, scratching up his back as he bruises up your hips.

As Stacee's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses and marks, he takes control once more. He flips you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips firmly. His touch is demanding yet surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing the curves of your back.

With a possessive growl, he positions himself behind you, his arousal pressing against your thigh. He enters you slowly, filling you completely with each thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, a melding of pleasure and pain that sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of your bodies together. Stacee's grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful. He drives you to the edge of bliss, the tension building unbearably until you both reach the peak of pleasure.

As you climax together, your bodies convulsing in ripples of ecstasy, time seems to stand still. The sweaty bodies collapse onto the bed, panting and gasping for air. Stacee pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

You become surprised Stacee isn’t just kicking you out of his room, but actually holding you. You take advantage of this moment and snuggle into his shoulder.

“that…that was amazing” You say, exhaustion in your breath.

He smirks to himself, knowing he did a good job by noticing you’re out of breath. “Yeah it was…” he murmurs, his voice filled with a rare tenderness.

He shifts slightly, still holding you close as his fingers trace patterns lazily on your bare skin. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the distant sound of the crowd and the soft beating of your hearts.

Though that quietness is interrupted when Stacee’s manager barges in.

“Stacee, come on come on! get up! you are about to perform in 10 minutes” he notices you in the bed with stacee, smirking.

“Oh, I didn't know ya had company…but just hurry up and get dressed, you dog! I’ll be waiting for you outside your room” He leaves, shutting the door and sighing to himself.

You blush with embarrassment, being caught. You and Stacee are still naked and his manager saw-

Stacee chuckles softly, his amusement evident in his voice as he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, y/n," he says, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness. "He's used to these things happening."

He quickly gets up from the bed, retrieving his clothes from a nearby chair. With an effortless grace, he begins dressing himself, not seeming to mind the interruption in the slightest.

As he finishes buttoning up his shirt, he stands before you, offering you a warm smile. "I need to go perform now, but I want you to know that this isn't over. I want to see you after the show, darling."

He walks over to you, pressing a needy kiss to your lips before hurrying towards the door. "Stay here as long as you like, or come and enjoy music” He winks. “We'll talk more when I’m done."

With that, he leaves the room, leaving you to process the whirlwind of emotions that have taken hold of you. Despite the unexpected interruption, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope for what lies ahead.

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