#celebrity fanfic

Pairing:Victoria De Angelis/Reader

Summary:Requested! Y/n lives for the wild nights and fun she has with the musicians who come play at the venue, but no one quickly becomes her favorite quite like Victoria. 3rd POV.

Content:mentions of alcohol, smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), office sex, oral, fingering, tribing.

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Her feet were sore, eyes tired, and back aching.

Y/n’s nights were filled with flashing lights and loud music. Every night she did the same thing ad nauseam: promise herself she won’t drink and enjoy the show, just attend to business as usual. But, she’s in her 20s and was stupidly put in charge of the club that was her father’s dream.

The Pink Pepper was born just ten years before she was. Her father, having grown up in the 60s and 70s always wanted his own version of The Trip and the Paradise Garage. He held onto that wish for more than a decade and even after he got married and had a kid. It was a staple in the family, but it was never something Y/n looked at with admiration in her eyes. Her brother, on the other hand, bragged about being the future owner and taking over the family business. Their father had his sights set on turning over the owner’s key to him as soon as he turned 21.

But, no one was expecting Mark to want to become a lawyer. His father owning a club where notable acts had performed was a great way to brag in high school, but the moment he turned 18 he switched up overnight. Y/n was more mad than anyone else because that meant her father was going to turn to her, and Y/n just can’t say no to anyone.

And, that’s how she ended up here with the owner’s key stuffed in her bra and a cold drink in hand. She hadn’t even hit her mid 20s yet she oversaw everything. Having this business blatantly handed to her made her head spin. She shadowed her father for a good three years before he completely retired. Y/n figured it wasn’t all that bad since she didn’t have a clue what she wanted to do after high school. More schooling after the four years she had sounded brutal. This gave her something to do while she figures out what she wants to do for the rest of her life. The Pink Pepper may be a family thing, but she can’t see herself doing this when she hits her 30s. Maybe they can find a long lost cousin whose dream was to always own a music club. But, for tonight it’s just Y/n.

Tonight’s act was on stage doing a soundcheck. Y/n was not in charge of what acts get booked, something that was one of her father’s favorite things to do. She let one of her father’s long-time partners book the acts as he knew the vibe of this club better than her. She would of course welcome every band and opening act with open arms. She also had wandering eyes and a nasty habit. The first rule of a job is to not sleep with your co-workers, but there isn’t a rule against sleeping with band members.

She just couldn’t help her — she was like a kid in the candy. Someone in a band, often tall and very charismatic, would come to her after a show, a light sheen of sweat on their body, and talk her up. It felt like a win-win situation because they’ll be gone by the morning and she doesn’t have to worry about the awkwardness of seeing them again. She didn’t know if she would get so lucky this week. Tonight’s band is Maneskin; it’s written on the venue’s letter board and on the gig posters on the wall. It was another band she hadn’t heard of that wouldn’t stop her from getting lucky tonight.

“Doors open at 6 tonight, Y/n,” Frank, her father’s long-time business partner, reminds her. She absentmindedly nods her head as she watches the band get in a song or two for practice. Her eyes are scanning over them like they’re prey. It’s rare that she has this many options, but her eyes keep falling on the blonde. She sticks out like a sore thumb because she’s the only woman in the band. Her face is missing the heavy make-up that she has on in the posters. Also missing was the flamboyant get up. Y/n was surprised she has never heard of them since they’re similar to other bands that have played here before. They looked like they stepped right out of the 1970s; her father would love them.

“Okay. I have something to take care of before we open, so you won’t see me until the house lights go dark.”

The kind thing to do, what Y/n always does, is introduce herself to the band before they’re coming off the stage like a sweaty mess. Today she won’t have time to do that, but she heard the band will be sticking around after the show for quite some time. She assumes that they’ll want booze and have a few girls coming backstage like every other band that rolls through town and performs at The Pink Pepper.

Y/n’s concentration was hazy as she tried to finish up some things before tonight’s concert. Her mind was in the gutter as imagined, ending the night with warm skin gliding across each other and moans of pleasure. It’s been so long since she’s gotten off and tonight had to be the night or else she was going to explode. She had her eye on the lead singer, but they’re always harder to get to since they usually get snatched up by some woman who is dedicated to the life of chasing after rock stars. Every time she weighed her options, her mind kept going back to the blonde bassist. There was something striking about her even in her plainclothes as she practiced. Y/n wondered how it would be to kiss, and how it would be underneath.

She was disrupted from her thoughts when there was a knock at her office door.

“Show’s about to start!” She heard from the other side of the door. She doesn’t necessarily have to go up and watch the show, but what could she possibly accomplish when there’s loud music and she’s hornier than a hormonal teenager? Her only option was to go out there and enjoy the show with the rest of the crowd.

-

Loud, hot, and sexy.

Y/n was in awe watching the band she never heard of work their magic on stage. They had the audience moving and under some sort of trance. She herself couldn’t escape from it either and she instantly understood the hype of this group. The venue was completely filled, the show selling out in a matter of minutes. Even just a few seconds of interacting with them before they went on had Y/n wanting more. The lead singer was very charming, so it wasn’t hard to see how he could command a crowd in the way that he does.

“Don’t enjoy yourself too much,” Frank says in her ear over the music, “this place is going to be a mess afterwards! I already saw two people leave beer cans on the ground! So don’t get yourself into trouble like you like to do!”

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes at the nagging she was on the receiving end of. Frank was similar to her father and she considers him like an uncle. He knows that Y/n likes to do more than just say hello to the band after the show is over. He usually leaves before 11 and leaves the rest to the younger people on the crew.

Yes, the venue will be a mess, but that’s what the day after the concert is for. Everyone is usually too tired to do anything other than a half-assed job. That’s not something she’s concerned with right now. She can’t pull her eyes away from the stage, particularly the blonde bassists. Y/n hoped to get a chance to speak to her tonight. They have quite the entourage with them, but that never discouraged Y/n.

Security had to deal with a few rowdy patrons, but other than night, the night went great. The crowd loved every moment and Y/n enjoyed herself too. It’s rare for a night to go this smoothly. There is always something that pops up that changes everything, whether it’s big or small. She hoped that things would go smoothly for her too when she joins the band backstage. She checks on the workers at the bar and watches as the stage crew begins to strike the stage before she heads backstage.

The waiting lounge was filled with people. Many of the faces were familiar, having come with the band earlier today, but there were some new faces. Y/n found herself lingering at the entrance of the lounge, almost a little bit afraid of joining in on their fun. Usually she fits right in with the bands that play, but for some reason she just observes them from afar. She hasn’t been doing this for too long, so this group of people left a great impression on her. She’s never considered joining a band (she doesn’t find herself to be musical at all despite most of the members of her family being musicians), nor has she wanted to tour the world, but something about this specific set of people make those things enticing to her. She wouldn’t make as much as she does now being a tour roadie, but why is she considering it just to get close to this band?

“Oops, I’m sorry!”

Y/n didn’t even realize someone had bumped into her, she was deep in her thoughts and was swimming in them. The guy looks remorseful, but he did her a favor by bumping into her, he brought her back to reality.

“It’s fine. It’s my fault for standing in the way like a statue she jokes,” she takes in his appearance and instantly recognizes him once her senses fully come back to her. He’s the band’s drummer. He was shirtless and the light beading of sweat on his skin made him glisten a little bit. Y/n felt like she was in high school again talking to her crush. “I was in the way,” she says with a stupid laugh, “it’s my fault.”

“No, I wasn’t paying attention at all, it’s my fault,” he says with a warm smile. Y/n quite honestly doesn’t care about an apology, she just wants to stare at his face. His ruined makeup is giving her ideas that she shouldn’t be having. “I’m Ethan,” he says as he extends her hand.

“Y/n,” she responds as she takes his sweaty palm and shakes it.

“Y/n [Y/l/n]? You own the place, right?” He sounded like he was impressed, but Y/n doesn’t think owning The Pink Pepper is more impressive than touring the world in a famous band.

“Sort of. It was my father’s and now it’s my responsibility. I’m kind of just like a nepotism baby,” she attempts to make a joke but she instantly hits herself mentally. She’s a grown woman, why is her brain short-circuiting just because she’s standing in front of someone who’s very attractive.

“I’m sure you’re not,” he reassures her. “The venue is amazing; a very homey feel to it but that’s the best part about it. Thanks for letting my band play here tonight.”

“It’s no problem. The talent buyer was very adamant about getting Maneskin on our stage. He said he slaved over getting you guys here.”

“It means the world to us,” he says with a warm smile before turning his head to look at the people gathered in the lounge. Y/n can’t help but stare at how his hair cascades over his shoulder. Her weakness for men in long hair is turning her into a complete mess. “Come and grab a drink with us,” he offers as he points to the mini-bar that keeps many musicians satisfied when they come to play here.

“Oh I shouldn’t,” she says as she waves him off. She shouldn’t, but that has never stopped Y/n before. It’s almost a tradition for her to get plastered with the band after a show, but she hesitates right now. It’s completely out of character for her to deny any invitations to join the after party.

“C'mon,” he grabs her hand and guides her towards the bar without waiting for him to deny him again. Y/n doesn’t protest, too surprised by his bold actions, but a smile spreads over her face.

He parses through the small group of people gathered around the other members and to the bar.

“What kind of girl are you? Whiskey, Vodka? Tequila?”

“I’ll just have a cranberry spritzer,” it wasn’t her usual choice seeing that Y/n actually liked to drink with the bands that play the venue, but she felt too nervous to be drinking right now.

“You sure?”

The last thing Y/n wanted to do is come across as boring for not drinking tonight but she nods her head yes.

“Early morning tomorrow,” she explains.

“Suit yourself,” he says as he begins pouring his own drink.

For the first time in a long time, Y/n was feeling out of place. She can’t relate to any of these musicians that swing by and play at The Pink Pepper but she felt like an intruder and she couldn’t understand why. She scans the room and sees the other members, Damiano on the couch and the guitarist she has yet to meet next to him. Damiano and Thomas are in sight, and Ethan is right here in front of her, but notably missing is that blonde bassist. Y/n didn’t catch her name yet nor has she formally met her. Her eyes wandered around the room to look for her. She probably looks distracted to Ethan, but he doesn’t notice. He’s talking to her and Y/n feels a little bit bad about not being totally focused on him. He’s cute, gorgeous actually, but her mind is occupied with someone else.

Y/n has to snap herself out of her thoughts and keep herself grounded. Ethan talks to her for another 30 minutes before he’s whisked away by someone else. He was very sweet, flirting with her heavily, but Y/n seemed fairly oblivious. He promised to catch up with her later in the night, but Y/n was beginning to feel exhausted. It’s rare, but sometimes she feels embarrassed by her efforts to get close to someone in a band just to have one night of fun with them. She was feeling weirdly out of place when earlier she felt confident going into the night.

It was easy to slink away from everyone else when they were distracted. However, she was stopped dead in her tracks when she almost ran into someone.

“Shit!”

“I’m sorry!”

Y/n felt so clumsy tonight, just bumping and running into everyone. After pulling herself together she realizes it’s the blonde from the band.

“I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry,” she says with an apologetic smile. The first thing Y/n notices about her is her thick accent. Then her eyes move up and down to look at her outfit. Y/n felt a little shameless just ogling her right in front of her face; she just couldn’t help it.

“I’m just super clumsy today,” Y/n says with a nervous laugh, “I keep bumping into our guest for the night.”

“This place is great, we really enjoyed playing here,” she says on a whim and it makes Y/n’s skin heat up. She usually plays coy when someone compliments the venue, but the presence of a pretty girl made her want to show off a little bit.

“It’s a great place, my father invested a lot into this place and he had many great acts playing on that stage. I was thrilled when he asked me to take over the family business,” she’s lying through her teeth but she has told bigger lies to get laid.

“That’s wonderful.”

A blanket of silence falls over them which makes the atmosphere feel awkward. The blonde shifts on her heels while Y/n looks around the room. She feels like a bad party hostess not being able to come up with something to say, but now that she’s in front of her, she realizes just how pretty she really is.

“I didn’t get to formally introduce myself to the band earlier which is a pity,” she says quickly to gain control of the situation, “I usually do, but I got caught up with some stuff. My name is Y/n, the owner.”

“Victoria, the bassist.”

She extends her and Y/n takes it. She stares down at where the skin meets and can’t help but lick her bottom lip. She was becoming hot all of sudden.

“Victoria, that’s a nice name. My cousin’s name is Victoria,” Y/n doesn’t even have any girl cousins, she’s just lying to not look like a shy idiot.

“Your name is pretty too. Pretty name for a pretty person.”

There was something about all four members that were so charming. The accents definitely helped, and for some reason so did the messy eyeliner. Y/n was absolutely charmed by Victoria, but she has been since the soundcheck, she admits to herself.

“I caught the soundcheck, and the concert, you guys sounded great at both.”

“What did you think? I’m dying to know your opinion. You say we sounded great, but I’m curious to know if you really enjoyed it or if you just say that to every band member that comes to town.”

Victoria was teasing Y/n and she was good at her. She made her feel like she was being interrogated but the smile on her face was extremely playful. Y/n felt like she was experiencing whiplash just talking to her. Never does she stumble over her words like such an idiot. The situation is only made worse when Victoria unbuttons her blazer and reveals her bedazzled crop top. It was so hot in the lounge that Y/n’s mouth was dry and she didn’t blame Victoria for wanting to peel the layers off.

“I enjoyed it. I really did. Every second of it.”

Y/n was not looking Victoria directly in the eyes, nor was she even looking at her face. Her eyes were trained on the bare skin of her chest and the sweat that was cooling. She was in a similar condition to Ethan which wasn’t surprising since they shared the stage together. Y/n felt dirty and that shameless side of her was beginning to dredge up.

“Hmm, that’s good to hear,” she hums. That smile has never left her face and it haunts Y/n. Y/n has seen hundreds of bands come through since her father would actually let her in the venue and never has she felt so intimidated. It was usually easier than this, but also at the same time she’s never been so attracted to the person she had set her sights on for the night. Victoria just feels so different, so fresh, from what Y/n is used to. She’s usually handled with a lack of care and just an object for fun. She takes responsibility for putting herself in situations like that but she’s just searching for fun too. “Did you talk to Ethan about the show?” Victoria continued, forcing Y/n to bring her eyes up to her face at the mention of the drummer’s name.

“No…no. He just walked with me to the mini bar and offered to make me a drink, but I declined.”

“You don’t drink?”

“I do, I just wasn’t feeling it tonight.”

Victoria nods her head in acceptance of her answer.

The burning question that hangs over their head makes Y/n uncomfortable. Victoria is now leaning against the wall and staring directly at Y/n with all of the confidence in the world while she looks away as if she’s a shy little girl. Victoria can tell that this is not Y/n’s usual nature. She can feel it just by the way Y/n dresses and how she carries herself when she walks around the venue or when she comes into the lounge.

“Yeah, I saw you with Ethan at the bar. He seemed into you.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

Y/n did notice, but she just doesn’t want to talk about him at the moment, not with Victoria right in front of her. She was more concerned with if Victoria was trying to flirt with her and she is leaning towards yes. Victoria was able to read through Y/n’s awful poker face. For a moment there she thought that Ethan was going to get lucky with Y/n, but then she walked away from him. Victoria swooped in to have her chance.

“He was all over you,” Victoria reminded her. “I thought you were going to kiss him.” Her voice is light as she speaks, as if she’s just joking, but she isn’t.

Victoria is exaggerating, Y/n is sure of it. Yes, Ethan was really friendly and talkative but he didn’t get close to her, not as close as Victoria is to her now. Y/n feels like she’s being tested and that causes her to rise to the occasion; she always becomes energized in the face of a challenge.

“He’s cute, but not my type,” at least not her type for tonight.

“Then what is your type if Ethan isn’t?”

“I’m not into him, I’m into you.”

A tinge of pink lights Victoria’s cheeks up and it’s not because of the heat. Coincidentally the little bit of alcohol she had was beginning to get to her at the same moment Y/n made her confession.

“Is that so?” Y/n nods her head in response and Victoria hums. She looks around to see if anyone, her bandmates included, are observing the two. Everyone is caught up in their own thing and Victoria is surprised by how loud a room of 15 people can get. Now is the perfect time to ask, “is there another room for us to go to?”

-

There are 4 other green rooms in the building that are much smaller and private than the main lounge. However, Y/n takes Victoria to her office. There was just something so fun about hooking up in the place where she does business instead of on one of the old couches or a stuffy tour bus.

“Damn,” Victoria nearly jumped when Y/n began pushing stuff off of her desk but her breath was quickly caught by Y/n kissing her again. The mix of alcohol and flavored chapstick was enough to make the both of them dizzy. Y/n blindly grabbed at her while Victoria was much more intentional. Muffled moans and grunts fill the room as Victoria pushes Y/n back to urge her to sit on top of the desk. Y/n complies, never letting her lips break apart from Victoria’s. Her skin felt on fire — her whole body felt that way too. It’s so much fun to be able to her way but it’s so much sweeter with Victoria.

Y/n doesn’t want to stop moving her lips against the soft pink ones but she can’t help it as her body is desperate for some air. A deep breath from her is followed by a gasp when Victoria doesn’t miss a beat and plants her face in her neck and begins kissing the sensitive skin. Y/n groans and throws her head back feeling those spots get nipped at when she’s desired intimate touch for so long. She can’t remember the last time she has gotten laid but thank God tonight is different. She places her hand on the back of Victoria’s head and plants her face deeper. Victoria’s tongue darts out and licks Y/n’s skin. It was damn near sparkling from the light in the lounge and she wanted to get a taste of it so bad when they were out there. Victoria had so much restraint when she was in a room with her bandmates and tour personnel, but now that her and Y/n are alone she can have her anyway she wants.

“Fuck…that feels so good.”

Y/n was so turned on it almost hurt. She arches her body to press herself harder against Victoria. She snuck her hand under the blazer and touched the exposed skin of her waist. Her entire get-up was hot but Y/n wants to see her naked so bad. Her hands slip down between the two to play with the zipper of her pants. Victoria giggles against her skin, leaving one loud kiss before pulling away.

“I’m supposed to be the one undressing you.”

Victoria pushes her hands out of the way and begins unbuttoning Y/n’s blouse herself. One by one they come undone to reveal Y/n’s bra. Victoria pushes the black fabric off of her shoulders so Y/n is completely topless. She wastes no time reaching her arms around to unbutton the bra, exposing Y/n completely. Y/n gasps when the cool air hits her skin and her nipples become embarrassingly hard. She never gets the proper chance to react with Victoria because that warm, wet mouth of hers is attaching itself to her right nipple.

“Oh god…just like that,” Y/n coos.

It’s such a simple pleasure yet she feels like she’s going to cum already. Victoria pays attention to the details of Y/n’s body and what gets her going. She spends her time sucking on the sensitive bud before grazing it lightly with her teeth. She uses her other hand to tease the left nipple and grope her breast. She slobbers all over Y/n’s flesh, making them messy. Y/n can’t believe how needy the blonde is as she gets Y/n all wet and messy; though she’s not complaining about that whatsoever. Victoria switches to the other nipple and gives it the same attention. But when she takes the flesh between her teeth this time, she slightly pulls at it. Y/n winces from the slight bout of pain that shoots through her. It’s like little sparks are frying her nerves.

Victoria pushes against Y/n until her back is against the wooden desk. The cold top stings against her back. Victoria doesn’t move her mouth away from Y/n’s tits at all. She switches over to the left one again but this time sucks on the skin of her breast instead of the nipple. That wild look in her eyes and the harsh sucking of her mouth proves that she wants to leave a mark on Y/n. She’s territorial, even if this is just for one night.

Seconds later she pops her skin out of her mouth with an audible sound that echoes in the room. She kisses between Y/n’s breasts and creates a trail of kisses straight down her body. Every single kiss feels like a flutter. Y/n arches her back when Victoria gets closer and closer to her jean-covered pelvis. She lets out a giggle when Victoria kisses a particularly ticklish. The blonde looks up at her with almost a goofy smile before giving her skin one last kiss.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Victoria’s voice is nearly a whisper but Y/n hears her loud and clear. The blonde begins to undo the button and zipper of her jeans to get her completely naked. “You act so shy, but I know this isn’t your first time doing this. You’re not innocent, but you’re holding back for me — it’s cute.” She pulls her jeans down her legs and Y/n is left only in her panties, but not for long as Victoria hooks her fingers in the elastic and begins to pull them down. As she makes Y/n completely nude, she continues, “but, I’ll bring out that wild side in you.”

Y/n holds her breath when Victoria’s wet tongue glides along her slick folds. She tries so hard not to make a noise in fear of someone hearing them, but Victoria is doing her best to hear her whimpering and moaning. Her tongue lashes at Y/n’s clit before she’s giving it long licks. Her tongue is teasing but that’s only because she wants to see the version of Y/n that likes to take control; it’s trapped inside of her but she knows it’s there.

Nimble fingers run through her hair before Victoria feels nails grazing her scalp. Y/n pushes them in a little bit deeper causing slight pain. Victoria hums against Y/n’s sex from the pain and it makes Y/n moan louder. She makes a mental note of how Y/n seems to like the mix of pleasure with pain. Victoria places her hands on Y/n’s inner thigh before raking her own fingernails against her sensitive skin. The sensation makes her shiver. “Again,” she calls out and Victoria does it again just like Y/n asked for.

Y/n’s hands fly to her nipples and she pinches them to continue that sensation of pain coursing through her body. Her clit throbs against Victoria’s tongue and she feels like she’s going to cum already. It would be embarrassing to already gush against her mouth, but she knows what she’s doing.

“You’re mouth…you’re mouth,” Y/n whimpers as she struggles to get the words out. She’s seeing stars; white hot and so warm.

Two fingers prod at her entrance before sliding in with so much ease due to how slick her cunt is right now. Y/n moans louder and her thighs nearly trap Victoria between them. Victoria looks up and sees the utter bliss on Y/n’s face. She can’t help but get an ego boost from the sight of her like this; her mouth open with small moans somehow escaping. Her tongue laves her sensitive clit as her fingers do most of the work inside of her pussy. Her walls are warm and delicate around Victoria’s fingers and the blonde is loving the feeling of her fingers rubbing against Y/n’s sweet spot. The thighs keeping her warm and fucking her hair up are trembling and Victoria is making it her mission to make Y/n cum within the next minute, or even in a less amount of time if she can.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Y/n cries out. Her brain turns to mush as she revels in total pleasure. No one, at least not in recent years that she can remember, has given her pussy this much attention. Victoria treats her like a precious fruit or coveted delicacy. Y/n doesn’t know if Victoria hooks up often and if she treats all of them like this, but Y/n feels pretty lucky and special.

Victoria can tell that she’s close. It becomes harder to pump her fingers in and out of Y/n without resistance but she still preserves. One little curl of her fingers and she’s got Y/n hooked. The beauty beneath her is squirm as her orgasm hits her hard. She grabs onto the back of Victoria’s head again and keeps her face buried in her dripping cunt. Victoria keeps fingering her through her orgasm. Her lips wrap around Y/n’s clit and she sucks harshly which forces a strangled cry to crack from deep within Y/n’s chest. Victoria is satisfied and she isn’t even the one who got her pussy eaten.

Y/n can only handle so much before she’s pushing Victoria’s head away and clamping her thighs together, shutting them tight so the blonde could no longer have access. Victoria is somewhat worried about the action, but she quickly finds relief when Y/n roughly grabs her by the lapel of her blazer and drags her close to her body. Y/n’s lips come crashing into hers and they begin to move their lips in an intoxicating dance. Y/n gets the full taste of herself off of Victoria’s lips and it’s so hot. She feels so turned on that she can go again despite just cumming a few seconds ago.

She hops off of her desk and walks Victoria backwards until she falls onto the couch in the office. It’s not in the best shape, but it will get the job done for tonight.

Victoria is breathless from the kiss and Y/n doesn’t give her a chance to catch her breath as she straddles her on the couch and captures her lips again. She wildly pushes the blazer off and tries to get the crop-top off without any problems. It’s probably expensive, but Y/n doesn’t care. She’s desperate to feel Victoria’s naked body against hers. Victoria begins to match her hunger and she’s helping Y/n pull her own clothes off. The crop top comes off and soon enough she’s shimming out of the pants that match her blazer.

“You taste so fucking good,” Victoria comments on the one thing that was on her mind the whole time she was between Y/n’s thighs. She tastes so sweet, something the blonde will always remember.

Y/n giggles against her lips before tugging at Victoria’s panties. It took them a shorter amount of time to get Victoria naked versus getting Y/n naked earlier but that’s because Victoria has awoken the beast inside of Y/n. Y/n doesn’t waste anymore time hesitating or letting her nerves get the best of her. She slides her leg between Victoria’s and places her pussy right on top of hers.

“Shit,” Victoria moans only for a few seconds before Y/n is kissing her again.

Y/n moves and swirls her hips feverishly as the taste of herself on Victoria’s lips becomes the most addicting thing she’s ever tasted. She toys with Victoria’s hard nipples as she rides her. Their bodies feel hot and sticky as their slick cunts roll over each other. There is something so primal and dirty about this that Y/n loves. Her tongue slides into Victoria’s mouth as she kisses her like she’s trying to claim her. Y/n touches her like she’s possessive even though she’s well aware that this is just for one night. But, she likes to pretend that this moment will last forever. She’s become a pro at pretending.

“Y/n?”

The knock at the door startles them both, but it only slows down Y/n’s movements instead of bringing them to a complete stop.

It was Frank outside of the door, probably looking for Y/n to take care of some pointless thing that can wait until the morning.

“Uh, yes?” Her voice almost cracks which would give her away instantaneously. This is not the first time she’s been caught in the act, but right now it’s just so much harder to control herself.

Victoria chuckles against her collar bone before sucking on her skin covering the bone. Y/n lets out a breathless sigh that can’t be heard from the otherside of the door. She has her moans under control, she believes. That is until Victoria harshly grabs her hips and begins to grind their cunts together harder. Y/n brings her fist up to her mouth and bites down on it to muffle her moans as Frank’s stark voice talks to her from the other side of the door. She doesn’t even register what he’s saying because Victoria is making her feel so damn good.

“I’ll do it tomorrow,” Y/n blurts out before muffling herself again.

“You sure? You might want to take care of it tonight.”

“Tomorrow!” She says forcefully.

There was a grumble outside of the door, but then she heard the shuffling of feet away from the door. Y/n felt relieved but then she looked down at Victoria who had a devious look in her eyes.

“We almost got caught,” Y/n whispers just to be cautious.

“I don’t care,” Victoria retorts and it was obvious that she didn’t because her voice didn’t lower in volume. Victoria has the completely unapologetic air around her that Y/n is a sucker for. She groans when Victoria begins to kiss her skin again and is grinding hard against her again.

The friction paired with the feeling of their slick thighs bumping together is delicious. Victoria’s hard nipples poke into Y/n’s skin with every single movement. It was hard to distinguish whether the room was getting hotter or if they had just captured each other’s heat. Y/n finds Victoria so sexy and her touch so demanding. She is exhausted from the long day and her body is sensitive, but something keeps her going and she bets that it’s Victoria’s hand on her hip and moans that motivates her.

Victoria was getting close to reaching her high too. She couldn’t stop looking at Y/n’s face and the look of pure bliss that was on it. Victoria was almost jealous of her, she wanted that same bliss to spread throughout her entire body like it did for Y/n. It all felt so good and intoxicating. Her hips were moving absentmindedly. Her and Y/n were dripping and creating a mess of themselves. Everything was hot and sticky.

“I’m gonna cum again,” Y/n whines in a bit of disbelief. Two orgasms in one night sounded like such a foreign idea to her, but it was happening. She couldn’t believe it but that familiar feeling was stark in her belly.

“Good girl,” Victoria coos, reaching up to grab Y/n’s face to force her to look her right in the eyes. Y/n was speechless, her mouth hung open as she was caught in what felt like a fire in Victoria’s gaze. “Cum for me again,” Victoria continues.

She sets something off in Y/n, her orgasm triggered by the encouragement. She moans without any concern of getting caught. Her cries of pleasure fill the room. Victoria’s orgasm follows soon after and she joins in with her to create a chorus of moans.

No matter how much it is, how overwhelming it is, they keep moving their hips until both are fully satiated. Y/n’s legs feel so sore and she wonders if she’ll be able to walk out of here normally. She gets off of Victoria and sits back on the opposite side of the couch trying to catch her breath. Victoria is giggling at the completely fucked-out look at her face.

“Was that good?” She asks as if she doesn’t know what Y/n’s answer is going to be.

“It was fucking amazing.”

Y/n throws her head back as Victoria giggles. Her neck rests somewhat uncomfortably against the arm of the couch as she stares up at the ceiling. It must be pretty late and Victoria’s bandmates are probably looking for her, but neither want this moment to end.

Victoria looks at the clock on the wall and it reads ‘1:17’. The band is supposed to be heading out soon. She hates to bring it up to spoil the moment, Y/n looks so relaxed right now, but she has to go soon. She stands up and begins to grab her clothes. Y/n watches her from her spot on the couch without saying a word. The writing is on the wall and she fully understands how the rest of the night is going to go. It always goes like this, but this time it feels much more bittersweet.

“I should probably head home,” Y/n explains as if she’s trying to make the situation less awkward, “I have to be back here early tomorrow morning.”

“I had fun,” a half-dressed Victoria says with a smile. She hands Y/n her pants as a kind gesture.

“Me too. I haven’t had fun like that in ages.”

“Same. I don’t usually hook-up with anyone on the road, I’m usually too tired, but you fell into my lap and I couldn’t pass you up.”

Y/n averted her eyes from the blonde to hide the sheepish look on her face. She didn’t want to feel special about being a hook-up, but she felt an intense feeling in her stomach after Victoria made her revelation.

“I don’t have much time left here, but give me your phone. I’ll put my number in your phone.”

Y/n was slightly surprised at Victoria’s request, but she obliged. She put the rest of her clothes on as Victoria saved herself as a contact in Y/n’s phone. Realistically there was a slim chance that they would ever meet again, but Y/n holds onto the fact that there is a chance.

“I’m in there,” Victoria says enthusiastically as she hands Y/n back her phone. Y/n takes it and gives her a curt nod. Victoria can sense a little hesitance in Y/n’s movements. She doesn’t want tonight to end so quickly either, but there is no other option; the band has another show two nights from now. “Hey,” Victoria calls out to her before grabbing her hip. Y/n didn’t know what to expect but she didn’t expect a hug from the Blonde, nor did she expect her to kiss her. Usually the warmth of a hook-up ends when the clothes come back on.

Y/n holds onto the kiss as long as she can. She wants the minutes to pass, hours even. It feels so good and she doesn’t think she’ll ever forget the feeling of Victoria’s lips on hers.

Victoria pulls away and rests her forehead against Y/n’s.

“You have my number. Don’t lose it, okay?”

Y/n simply just nods.

“Good girl.”

Victoria kisses her cheek one last time before quietly leaving the room where she spent an hour in heaven.