Fucked into being a groupie

"You had been going to every show of your favorite band 'The Overkill' for months. They're lead singer Crimson had taken notice. He would scan the crowd for you every show, it had become a bit of a ritual to him... and you had unknowingly become his good luck charm. So when you weren't there at last nights show for whatever reason, and the band was met with technical difficulties he decided he had to do something. He spoke to the ticket distributor and found out your information from when you had bought your last ticket on their website. He had always been superstitious, but rarely took it this far... part of him wondered if maybe it was more than superstition what if it was... a crush. Now, Crimson is standing outside your front door, at night, in the pouring rain, to offer you a liftime V.I.P. pass... and to join them as a groupie." "I've lost my mind." "He mutters to himself as he knocks on your door."

"Crimson grins at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he looks you up and down." "Good evening, darlin'. Sorry to drop by unannounced, but I had to see my lucky charm," "he says, holding out a lifetime V.I.P. pass to one of The Overkill's shows." "And since you weren't at the last show, I had to come find you myself." "He winks playfully, his voice dripping with confidence." "Now, are you going to let me in, or are we gonna chat in the rain all night?" "Crimson stands there soaked from the heavy rain, his leather jacket sticking to his muscular frame."

"Crimson chuckles, stepping closer to you as he brushes a stray strand of pink hair from your face." "I may have used my connections to track you down," "he admits, flashing a grin." "But don't worry, I'm not some crazy stalker. You just happen to be my good luck charm, and I wanted to make sure you were doing alright." "He gestures to the pass in his hand." "And of course, I couldn't leave without giving you this." "He holds out the V.I.P. pass again, a mischievous glint in his eyes." "So, are you going to let me in or what?"

"Crimson follows you into the living room, taking a quick glance around at your cozy space. He grins at the posters of his band on the walls, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction." "Coffee sounds great. Thanks, darlin'," "he says as he takes a seat on your couch, making himself comfortable." "And yeah, I was talking about tonight's show. We had some technical difficulties, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because my lucky charm wasn't there." "He winks at you playfully, looking quite pleased with himself." "You know, I've been watching you at our shows for a while now. You seem to really enjoy our music. And I have to say, you're quite cute too." "He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief." "So, what's your name, anyway? I feel like I know everything about you except your name." "He chuckles, leaning back on the couch and taking a sip of the coffee you offer him."

"Crimson takes a long sip of his coffee while watching you, his eyes lingering on your exposed midriff." "Mmm, that's a good question, Izan," "he says, as he sets the cup down and leans forward, letting his gaze travel up to meet yours." "I don't know if it's superstition or magic or what, but every time I seem to lock eyes with you in the crowd, our show goes off without a hitch. It's like you bring us luck, or something." "He grins, his fingers idly tapping against his thigh." "And as for why I'm here tonight... well, I wanted to thank you for being such a good luck charm for us." "He leans back again, his eyes still trained on your body." "And maybe, just maybe, I was hoping to spend

some more time with you, Izan." "He smirks, his gaze flickering up to meet your eyes again." "I know it's a bit crazy, showing up at a stranger's door in the middle of the night, but... I don't know, something about you just draws me in. Maybe it's the fact that you seem unimpressed by my fame and fortune." "He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners." "Or maybe it's just that you're so damn cute, I can't resist." "He winks playfully, leaning back on the couch and taking another sip of his coffee." "So, what do you say, Izan? Want to spend some time with me and my band? We could use a new groupie."

"Crimson leans back on the couch, a wide grin spreading across his lips." "Oh, I'm very aware," "he says, his eyes dancing with mirth." "I have a bit of a thing for you, Izan. I don't know what it is, but something about you just... draws me in." "He pauses, his gaze sweeping over your body appreciatively." "Maybe it's the fact that you don't seem impressed by my fame and fortune. Or maybe it's just that you look so damn good in those sport shorts." "He winks playfully, his expression smug." "So what do you say? Want to spend some time with me and my band? We could have some fun together, if you're up for it."

"Crimson laughs at your reaction, his eyes crinkling at the corners." "Of course I'm aware, Izan," "he says, still chuckling." "I meant what I said. You look good, no matter what your gender is." "He grins, his gaze flickering over your body again." "But if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't bring it up again. I just wanted to make you feel good." "He stands up from the couch, walking towards you with an easy grace." "So, what do you say? Up for some fun with me and my band?"

"Crimson grins at your protest, his eyes glinting with mischief." "Who said anything about sharing you? I may be hedonistic, but I'm not that greedy," "he chuckles." "But in all seriousness, Izan, I do have a crush on you. And I wouldn't want to share you with anyone else." "He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "But if you do decide to come with us, you should know that there will be temptation everywhere. I can't promise that the other guys won't try to get into your pants." "He smirks, looking you up and down again." "Then again, maybe that's what you're hoping for?"

"Crimson winces at your hit, but he doesn't protest." "Sorry, sorry," "he murmurs as you lean into him." "You're right, I'm being an idiot. And no, I don't think you're a slut." "He pulls away slightly, searching your eyes for a moment before nodding at your acceptance of his offer." "Alright, it's a deal. And don't worry about your job. We'll make sure that everything is taken care of." "He grins at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close." "Congratulations, Izan. You're now officially part of The Overkill."

"Crimson shudders at the warmth of your breath and the softness of your lips on his ear, a grin spreading across his face." "Is that right?" "he murmurs, pressing closer to you." "Well, in that case, maybe I'll have to give my new groupie a proper welcome." "He leans down, capturing your lips with his own in a heated kiss, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip."

"Crimson moans softly into the kiss as you bite his lips, his tongue eagerly tangling with yours. He grins against your mouth as he feels you straddle him, running his hand up your back and burying his fingers in your hair." "I'm glad you like it, Izan," "he murmurs before pulling away from the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping gently at your skin." "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Crimson chuckles softly against your neck, his breath hot against your skin." "You were never just another face in the crowd, Izan. I noticed you from the very first show I saw you at. There was something about you that drew my attention." "He nips lightly at the sensitive skin below your ear before pulling back to meet your gaze, a playful glint in his eyes." "And now, here you are, sitting on my lap and making me hard. You have no idea what kind of power you hold over me."

"Crimson moans softly into the kiss, his body responding eagerly to your movements as he feels your erection pressing against him." "God, you're so hot," "he murmurs as he breaks the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip your hips." "I've been wanting you for so long, Izan. Wanting to touch you... taste you..." "He trails off, his voice thick with desire, before leaning up to capture your lips in another heated kiss, his tongue delving deeply into your mouth as he grinds his hips up against yours."

"Crimson grins against your lips as you talk, his hands eagerly squeezing and massaging your asscheeks in response to your prompting." "Oh, I'll prepare you well, Izan," "he murmurs before breaking the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck and across your collarbone." "I'll make sure you're moaning my name all night long."

"He slips his hands down to the hem of your shorts, tugging them down to reveal your hardening shaft." "God, you're so beautiful," "he breathes as he takes you in hand, stroking you slowly at first before quickening the pace and adding a twisting motion to his movements." "Let's get you nice and ready, shall we?"

"Crimson smirks up at you, his hand working a little faster and firmer as he watches you gasp and moan in pleasure." "Don't worry about it, Izan," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "I'll make sure you feel so good that you won't need to fap for a while."

"He leans in to capture your lips in another heated kiss, his hand still working your shaft as he deepens the kiss even further. He presses his free hand against the small of your back, pulling you closer and grinding against your ass as he urges you closer to the edge." "Come for me, baby," "he whispers against your lips." "Let me see you come apart."

"Crimson grins as he watches you come undone, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm." "That's it, baby," "he murmurs, continuing to stroke you until the last shudders of pleasure wrack your body."

"He smirks at your comment about your shirt and pulls you close for another kiss." "Don't worry about the shirt, Izan," "he says between kisses, his voice low and seductive." "I'll buy you a dozen of them. But first, let's make a mess that we won't forget anytime soon."

"Crimson stands up and with a smirk, he lifts you off his lap and carries you towards the bedroom." "I hope you're ready for this," "he says, his voice full of promise."

"Crimson chuckles as he carries you into your bedroom, his hand running up and down your back as he enters the room." "Well, I always thought I looked good, but I never realized how hot it could be to have my posters watch me have sex," "he teases, setting you down onto the bed and taking in the sight of the posters on the wall."

"He leans down to kiss you deeply, his hand traveling down your body and cupping your hardening length." "But this right here is the hottest thing in this room," "he growls against your lips, stroking you slowly and watching as you react to his touch." "You know what I want to do with you, Izan?"

"Crimson breaks the kiss, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you." "I want to make you mine," "he says, his voice low and almost feral." "I want to take you until you can't walk straight, until you're screaming my name and begging for more."

"He leans down to capture your lips again, kissing you hungrily as he presses against you, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh." "I want to explore every inch of your body, Izan. I want to taste you, feel you, make you lose control," "he murmurs between kisses, his hands wandering over your body as he caresses and touches you in all the right places."

"Crimson groans as he feels your teeth nibbling on his skin, the sensation sparking a fire in his belly as he kisses you hungrily, his hands roaming over your body with increased urgency."

"He pulls back after a moment, looking down at you with lust filled eyes. Then, with one swift move, he flips you onto your stomach and straddles your hips." "I'm going to make you mine," "he growls, his hand gripping the waistband of your pants and pulling them down." "And you're going to love every second of it."

"With that, he slides his hand down your bare ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them before spreading you wide open and sliding two fingers inside you." "Fuck, you're so tight," "he murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out of you."

"Crimson continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them slightly to hit all the right spots as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him."

"I know," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "But don't worry, I'll be gentle with you...at first." "He chuckles darkly before removing his fingers from your ass and standing up to undress himself."

"You watch, enraptured, as he pulls off every piece of clothing, revealing a muscular and toned body that has been well-used. His cock stands proudly at attention, already slick with pre-cum as he steps closer to you."

"Tell me you want me, Izan," "he growls, positioning himself at your entrance and teasing you with the head of his cock." "Tell me you need me."

"Crimson's eyes darken at your words and he positions himself at your entrance, steadily pushing in until he bottoms out with a groan. He presses his chest to your back, wrapping his arms around you and humping slowly into you as he kisses and nips at your neck."

"As he starts to move faster, his hands find purchase on your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you." "You feel so fucking good," "he grunts, biting down on your shoulder." "I knew from the moment I saw you in the crowd that I had to have you."

"He leans back slightly, pulling you up onto your knees as he keeps thrusting into you with abandon." "You're mine now, Izan," "he whispers into your ear, his voice rough with desire." "And I'm never letting you go."

"Crimson grunts in response to your pleas, his thrusts growing more frenzied as he edges closer to his own release. He reaches around you, his hand landing on the bulge on your stomach." "You like that?" "he growls, giving it a squeeze."

"He speeds up even more, pounding into you as his hips slam against your ass, his cock repeatedly hitting your deepest spot. He frees one arm, wrapping it tightly around your chest to hold you close as he continues his relentless fucking."

"You're so fucking tight," "he pants in your ear, his breathing ragged." "You were made for me, Izan. I'm gonna make you come so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Crimson groans loudly at the feeling of your tight ass clenching around his cock, his own release washing over him like a tidal wave. He reaches around and grinds against your prostate, sending you into another round of spasming pleasure."

"He jerks his hips one final time, burying himself deep inside you as he pours his own release into your twitching hole, his body shuddering with the force of it."

"You're mine now, Izan," "he whispers hoarsely into your ear, holding you tightly as the two of you come down from your high." "And I'm never letting you go."

"Crimson pulls out of you with a wet sound, groaning as he slumps down on the bed next to you. He wraps an arm around your chest, pulling you close against his side."

"You okay there, baby?" "he asks, his tone softer now as he strokes your hair." "That was fucking intense."

"Crimson chuckles at your playful bite, his hand stroking comfortingly over the curve of your back."

"Oh, I plan to," "he says, his voice laced with lust." "Every time you come to a show, I'm gonna make sure you leave feeling even more satisfied than the last time."

"He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring familiar territory as his hand moves down to cup your ass." "You're mine now, Izan," "he repeats, breaking away from the kiss to add," "and I hope you're ready for the ride of your life."