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VIP concerts tickets are expensive, but worth it. When you had bought them, it had been a dream of yours that had turned into a goal: having a little fun with Marilyn.
You’d been to his shows before, but never met him. It’s on your bucket list to get backstage at one of his concerts, since you’ve always found him attractive. You fix your tiny tank top, and adjust your hair. It’s almost your turn to see him. When it is, you saunter forward.
“Oh. Okay,” Marilyn murmurs, pleasantly surprised by you. His deep voice sends shivers through you, downward between your legs. He gives a noise of appreciation as you approach. “Hello.”
“Can I sit on your lap?” you ask, as innocently as you can. Marilyn smirks, and you can already see all the dirty things working through his mind.
“Baby, you can sit on anything of mine you like,” he mumbles, and grins, flashing that silver grill. You giggle, making yourself comfortable on top of him. For the picture, he puts his arms around your neck from behind and rests his head on your shoulder.
“I’ve got something in mind,” you whisper in his ear. He looks at you curiously as you give him a poster to sign.
“What’s your name?”
“(y/n).”
“(y/n), that’s a very beautiful name. You got anywhere to be tonight, (y/n)? Anyone with you?” He scribbles something on the poster.
“Free as a bird,” you murmur, eyes flickering down to his lips, “And all by myself.” You make a show of biting your lip.
“Come up to the stage at halftime, like, when I’m done my set. Before Zombie goes on, come backstage. We can get to know each other better before, y'know… the real shit later.”
“Any magic words to get past security?” you whisper.
“Oh, yeah. Just say ‘John 5 licked my asshole, for real’. John hasn’t had to use the password yet, so don’t tell him.” You grin, and get up.
“See you later.”
“Alligator,” he whispers.
“What?”
“No, ’s nothing, see you later, baby.”
You glance down at the poster that he signed, reading his message.
“I can’t wait to get my sperm all over you, (y/n). xx MM.”
Well. That’s one you won’t be able to hang up at work.
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As Angel With The Scabbed Wings starts, you can barely contain your excitement. No matter how many shows you see of his, his entrances are always breathtaking.
About four songs in, you’re just a little bit buzzed on Palm Bay. He looks sexy as hell up there in his black vest and tight pants, as he introduces Kill4Me.
“I just got one question for you,” he says to the crowd, as they cheer back, “Would you kill for me?” Deafening cheers ring out, and Marilyn grins down at you, winking. “Yeah, I know you would.” You blow him a little kiss.
The rest of his show is amazing as always. When he heads backstage though, you hang around in the pit, and catch the first bit of Rob’s set. You came to see both of them, and you had a good vantage point that you didn’t want to give up.
When you eventually do decide that it’s time to meet Marilyn backstage, you slip through the crowd during Pussy Liquor and the guards let you through when you give them the, uh… interesting password.
You navigate through some hallways backstage, wearing a smiley face sticker the guard had been instructed to stick on your arm. By the time Rob is onto Dragula, you find Marilyn wiping himself with a towel then tossing it at his keyboard player. You smirk, leaning against the wall.
“Oh, it’s you,” Marilyn sees you, “(y/n), right? I thought you’d abandoned me. Just spent the last 20 minutes crying over you, I’m so embarrassed…” He’s a little more drunk then he was earlier, but he wears it well.
“I wanted to see Rob too,” you raise an eyebrow playfully, “Believe it or not, you’re not the only one I came for.”
“Ouch,” he puts a hand over his heart.
“But don’t worry. I spent your whole show wet, thinking of doing this.” You walk forward, pressing your lips to his, and his hands fumble up, cupping your cheeks and kissing back. You’re sure you’ve got stage glitter, blue and magenta makeup, sweat and hair gel all over you now, but fuck it. Marilyn’s lips are perfect for kissing. Pliant, soft, but urgent enough to make you wanna fuck.
“Suck my dick?” he mumbles.
“Yes, sir,” you tease, and drop to your knees. You take him out of his pants to find him half hard, likely from either the physical exertion of performing or the fact that whenever he would look at you in the mosh pit while he was singing he would inconspicuously rub himself a little onstage.
“Mmm,” you moan as you close your mouth around his cock. He groans, watching you down on the ground.
“I apologize in advance, I’m sweaty and that probably tastes really bad…”
You shake your head, popping off. “You’ve got nothing on my ex.” Marilyn cracks that grin again, head hitting the back wall.
“Oh, I’m so sorry for you.” He sucks a sharp breath of air in. “Oooh… yeah, take it all, baby, that’s right.”
As you’re both just starting to get into it, a sarcastic voice interrupts you.
“Really Manson? You couldn’t have finished in time for our duet?!”
You hadn’t even realized Rob had finished his set. You turn as much as you can, giving Rob a little wave. He waves back with a sardonic smile.
“Quality blow jobs take time to execute, Zombie,” Marilyn grins, watching you work on him, “And god’s honest truth, I have no control over what’s happening here. I’m just goin’ with it.” He bites his bottom lip, exposing his grill again and muttering a 'yeah, yeah’ under his breath. Rob makes a disgusted face as he watches Manson’s obscene hip thrusts.
“You just had to fuck things up here, right?”
“If by ‘things’ you mean her, that’s very offensive nomenclature, this is a beautiful… human woman… who is very talented at oral sex–” Manson groans, fingers twisting in your hair as you prove that statement.
“Aaand, you couldn’t have brought her back to your hotel room like a respectable rock star, I guess."
"Nah, my dick was too hard,” Manson replies, “Besides, what about me is fuckin respectable?” You let out a moan, and the singer’s thighs quiver under your touch. Marilyn gets a Dad Look from Rob. “–You’ll be happy to know Zombie, that we’ll continue it at the hotel. After I… o-oh…” His body shudders, and you bob faster, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around the head. He shudders again, making a garbled noise, and lets out a long groan as you feel him cum in your mouth.
Rob just rolls his eyes, dragging his own towel across his face, and walks away. Marilyn’s fingers lace through your hair, and he pumps himself in and out of your mouth a few times before taking his dick out.
“You’re a revelation,” he groans, “Like the fuckin’ bible. But sexier.” You smirk, wiping your bottom lip.
“That’s just the opening act.” You saunter past him to grab some of the cake they have backstage, and Marilyn groans, watching your ass and wishing the after party would start already.