Aphrodite (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Chapter 3

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ NSFW, language, cocaine, alcohol

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You'd been at Nikki's for three weeks now. He'd given you your own bedroom but you found yourself sleeping beside him every night anyways. You still hadn't had sex with him. It's not that you didn't want to, but Nikki was out late recording a lot, or the boys would be over and you'd be partying, or you'd just be overall tired from a busy day. You couldn't stay up the way the boys did.

But what sucked the most was the way you and Nikki would get into a heavy make out session, his hand trailing it's way down your body, fingers tracing your clothed core as you dripped with anticipation, just to have Tommy and Vince break a fucking window and jump inside to party, completely killing the mood.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Nikki scolded.

"We got the best fucking blow dude, you gotta try this shit!" Tommy said, sitting down and pouring lines out onto the table.

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes in frustration. You were grateful for how patient Nikki was. Knowing he was so used to getting pussy before he met you. He'd gone almost 4 months without it because he just wanted you. But here sat Tommy and Vince, ruining all of his plans to give you the most intense orgasm of your life.

"Where's Mick?" You asked, taking the bill from Tommy to rail your lines of the blow so amazing it cost you sex with your boyfriend of three fucking weeks. But shit, it hit you quick and it was fucking good.

"He's on his way." Vince replied, taking the bill from you to rail his lines.

The coffee table was littered with newspapers and magazines, you and Nikki being the cover photo of them all.

Nikki Sixx has a new girlfriend?

Y/n Y/l/n assaults a fan outside NYC venue

Who is she? Nikki Sixx's new lover

"Why are you guys even reading this shit?" Tommy asked, tearing one of the magazines up. "Y/n you had every right to stomp that bitch out."

You tucked yourself under Nikki's arm. You'd been hiding out for the past few weeks since the incident in New York. Being involved with a famous rock band would have its ups and downs but you never expected to be on the front page for assault.

Nikki ran his fingers through your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead for comfort, knowing how upset you were over the situation.

Mick and Doc came waltzing through the front door. You stood to give Mick a hug. He hugged you back tightly, sensing that you were upset. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just..." You trailed off, motioning to the boys sitting on the couch. "Haven't gotten a lot of time alone with Nikki."

Mick grimaced at your confession but he understood. "Want me to kick them all out?"

"No, it's okay." You smiled. "Let them have their fun."

"Y/n! Let's talk." Doc said to you. The whole Crue snapped their heads towards Doc, giving him a warning glance.

You glanced at Nikki, telling him it was okay. "What's up?" You asked as Doc led you towards the kitchen.

"I have a few modeling jobs for you."

"What?" You asked.

"You blew up on those headlines. A few photographers have reached out. Want you for some magazine shoots." Doc said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Playboy is interested too."