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You've been Dethklok's sound tech person for a while know alongside Knubbler, making sure the quality of their music was at LEAST decent. And you've taking a liking to one of their guitarists. The fastest in the world. Skwisgaar Skwigelf.
You were almost addicted to the guy, and you wouldn't admit it, but you definitely showed signs. And one of the signs you mostly showed? Teasing him. Skwisgaar was a bit of a flirter, and though you engaged, it was always to giggle and mock him playfully before pushing him away. During meetings with the band, you always poked fun at him when his guitar sounded a little low quality, but you never meant it. It was just how you expressed your feelings.
Obviously, Skwisgaar noticed. And he didn't take it very lightly.
Now, you were in his bed, bare, the Swede pinning you down with those slender hands of his, calloused by how he played guitar as his cock pressed against your heated core, though not yet penetrating. He leaned down until your faces were just mere inches away from each other, his blond hair creating a bit of a canopy refusing to let any light reach your faces.
"Ams gettings tired of yous makingks funs of me." The Swede spoke against your lips, his breath feeling unnaturally cold. Cold enough to make you shudder.
"I.. Skwisgaar, I wasn't trying to make fun of you... It was just playful teasing, I-I didn't mean anythin-"
You were then cut off by the feeling of Skwisgaar pressing the head of his pale, pierced length against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cut yourself off with your own whimper, instinctively bucking your hips in attempt to get more stimulation.
Skwisgaar merely smirked smugly. Of course, he did. Bastard.
"Oh? Ams yous likings that?" The Swede gently thrust forward just for good measure, his tip slipping against your clit in a way that made you jolt. "Ah-! F-fuck..." you moaned, feeling yourself clench around nothing. Skwisgaar's lips slowly moved towards your ear, speaking right into it as one of his pale hands tangled in your hair, testing the waters before gripping tightly.
"Ah? Ams dat's th' only things you cans be sayings right now? I askings a question."
God, damn it. He really wanted to hear your answer, to hear you whine and tell him how much you liked what he was doing to you. And it couldn't be closer to the truth, you've been wanting this to happen for so long.
"...Yes... God, Skwisgaar, I- I like it... Please, don't stop..."
Skwisgaar all but grinned at your stuttering confession, his ego growing at the knowledge that he was the one that made your body jolt and your voice tremble the way it did. "Dat's mys girl. And whats ams my girls needings from Skwisgaar, hm?" He really wasn't stopping, was he? Of course not. Not until he got what he wanted. Until he heard what he knew you knew he wanted to hear.
"Touch me, Skwisgaar... P- please, I.. I want you.. to fuck me..." You begged the Swede, your voice barely above a broken whisper. But Skwisgaar didn't seem to like that. He tugged at your hair again, this time harder, his voice a harsh bark. "Louder!" He commanded. "F-fuck me, Skwisgaar! Please!" You obliged, much to your dismay. Finally, the Swede was satisfied with your answer, rewarding you with a harsh, bruising kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, battling for dominance even though you had already submitted long ago.
As he attacked your mouth, his free hand slid down your shivering, bare body, inching closer towards your soaking sex. Finally. Salvation, you thought. Salvation, you knew before Skwisgaar finally touched you. Slender fingers coming into contact with wet, heated flesh, you whimpered into his mouth as your hips bucked, aching for more. The Swede silenced you with a sharp nip to your bottom lip before his mouth traveled down towards your neck, biting and sucking marks of possession into your skin, all while his fingers played and teased your clit.
Your hand found its way into Skwisgaar's long blond hair, carding through it and resisting the urge to grip and pull. "Ahn.. Skwisgaar..." You could feel his mouth travel lower, past your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach... Until finally, he stopped at the aching space between your legs, where his now wet fingers moving to grip your thighs, holding them open. You knew exactly where this was going.
"Ahh... Poor things ams alreadys so wets..." The Swede breathed just mere inches away from your vulva, his slightly cold breath making you shift a little. But what came next had you arching completely off the bed as Skiwisgaar finally gave in, his mouth attacking your nether regions.
His tongue ran up your slick folds before settling on your swollen clit, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk and occasionally flicking it quickly. He knew that would make you shake. And it did. God, it did. Your hands flew down to grip Skwisgaar's long golden locks, trying your damnedest to keep his face between your trembling thighs as you moaned and pleaded like a holy prayer. "Ah! Mmh! Skwisgaar, more! Please don't stop!"
But, almost unsurprisingly, he did.
The Swede slowly pulled back from your aching cunt, making you whine in frustration. His lips glistened with your juices before he licked them clean as if savoring your taste. Carefully, he sat up on his knees, slotting himself in between your shaking thighs. "I's ams thinkingks that yous mights be readys for me now..." What the hell did he mean by that, you wondered. Until Skwisgaar moved to grab your hips.
You watched, almost in some kind of trance, as he aligned himself with your soaked entrance, the feeling making you both shudder. "P-please, please, please... Give it to me, Skwisgaar..." You could barely stop the plead from spilling past your lips, and it only made the Swede grin wolfishly.
Without another word, his hips slammed forward. No preparation or anything. Just the quick, almost painful feeling of being filled up. Your scream was music to his ears. He watched as you arched beneath him, eyes fluttered closed and lips parted in a pleasured moan... Fuck. Skwisgaar's grip tightened on your hips, pushing them back down onto the bed before he moved. Feral, animalistic, unforgiving thrusts. His pelvis occasionally ground against your clit in between thrusts, making you whine.
"Knulla... Does.. Ams mine goods girls be likingks dis? Hm? Ja, I's sures she ams..." He punctuated his teasing words with a thrust, each harder than the last. The once (somewhat) quiet atmosphere that was Skwisgaar's bedroom was now filled with the wet slapping of flesh-on-flesh, mixing with groans and whines of pleasure and/or pain.
You blushed under his teasing despite being used to it