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Dave Mustaine X Y/N

Requested by S3x_muRd3r_aRt! Just so everyone knows, I'm actually very tired right now as I have been having wayyyy too many late nights in a row due to my Wattpad obsession. Infact I almost fell asleep while writing this.

Y/N POV

One of my friends, Kirk Hammett, invited me out to his party. I've been at this party since yesterday, and everyone is still loud and chatty and high and drunk. I really wanted Dave, my boyfriend, to come with me, but he said that he didn't want to be anywhere near Jason because Dave found him really weird for some reason. Honestly, if you get to know Jason, he's really nice.

Sitting my lazy ass on the couch, I look up at the clock hanging on the wall. Realising it was almost half past 12, I groan and stand up again. I walk over to Kirk, tiredly hugging him and saying goodbye to him and his friends that were still alive and walking. Kirk slurs his words as he tries to convince me to stay, but he leads me to the door anyways. I thank him and leave, him calling out to me to stay safe.

It wasn't like it took long to get to my apartment that Dave has probably trashed with his own party. But being tired and unable to brain, my mind didn't seem to remember from earlier that it took a whole half hour to walk to Kirk's place from my apartment. I ended up arriving late and missing out on a few games of Spin The Bottle and Truth or Dare, which was probably for the better.

I force my weak legs uphill, trying to remember the way back home. One more turn and the apartment should be there. Nope- maybe I missed a right. Wait, no, that's it- that's my apartment, with the dead roses out front because someone wouldn't take care of them (definitely was not me). I stumble through the front double doors, almost tripping upstairs as I make my way to the third level.

I look for room 8 and it felt like I was going to pass out before I got there. But, being tired and unable to brain, I forgot how close it actually was and I got there pretty quickly. I weakly knock on the door and it immediately opens. I fall into someone's strong arms- must be Dave.

"Woah, there," his soft voice says. Dave helps me balance, and leads me towards the bathroom. Through my half-closed eyes, I watch him lift up the toilet lid, expecting me to throw up.

"No... I'm just a little tired..." I mumble. He nods his head and takes me to our bedroom. A smile crawls across my face as I notice how caring Dave is. He lowers me onto the queen-sized bed and I fully shut my eyes. But something keeps me from falling asleep even though I'm super tired... or so I think.

"So..." Dave starts, sitting next to my stretched out legs. "What were you gonna tell me earlier before you left? You said it was good news, hopefully you remember it."

I stay silent, trying to remember everything in my aching head. Then it clicks. "Good news..." I open my eyes, seeing Dave fiddling with his fingers. "...is that I'm off my period."

He snaps his head towards me with wide, hopeful eyes. "That means-"

"-we can have some nice, meaningful sex. That's right." I finish for him. Suddenly I'm not so tired.

A huge grin spreads all over his beautiful face, and he suddenly looks devilish. He gets up, walking over to one of the drawers and pulling out a small square packet with a photo of Darth Vader saying 'I am your father'. Me and Dave had bought a whole bunch of those because we thought that they were super funny, and we've gone through 16 in two whole months. That's about two every week, yet for some weeks we only had sex once, and on one occasion, there was no sex at all and we used up four or five condoms the following weeks.

Dave climbs on top of me, but starts to look worried and a little distressed. "This is fine, right?" He asks.

"Yes, of course, you goof!" I reply with a laugh. His face brightens up and he quickly undresses himself, leaving him in his plain black jocks.

"I'm so fucking thirsty, I've been waiting all week, Y/N!" Dave complains as I laugh and also undress myself. After opening the packet and taking out the condom, he takes off his jocks and quickly puts the condom on his dick.

"Hey Dave, um..." I stutter, a little nervous. He looks up at me, confused. "When will we be ready to have a kid?"

I mentally laugh to myself as his eyes go wide. "Are you pregnant?!" He leans a little closer to me and lightly touches my belly. I giggle and shake my head, amused at how Dave sighs in relief.

Dave positions himself on top of me, moving around impatiently. He secures his hands around my hips, both of us excitedly taking deep breaths. He looks at me for final confirmation and I nod.

Dave inserts his dick inside of me, and I scrunch my face because it hurts a little and I haven't had this for a whole week. He must have noticed because he starts off pretty slow, then gradually picks up the pace as we both get used to the feeling again. My mouth keeps on moaning as I try to prevent it, but it just feels so good and I forget to not moan. The bed creaks with each thrust; I think our room neighbours can hear the bed creaking continuously and our moans and groans, but I don't give a crap and neither does Dave.

After what felt like a lifetime in heaven, Dave finally comes to a stop. I feeling something building up inside of me, and I randomly moan to let him know that it's coming.

A little while ago, we had come up with some sign things during se so we could warn each other about things, such as moaning unexpectedly for an orgasm, pulling hair if you want it to stop or have a break, or just simply lightly punching the other if it hurts. It was a good way to communicate without words if it ever came in handy one time, and practicing it during unrestricted sex was easy.

Dave lowers his head, lined up with my pussy. His lips press against my clit and he starts sucking me out. My orgasm comes into his mouth and he gags a little, but swallows the creamy white liquid.

"That was so fucking good, Y/N. I really missed that." He says, wiping his face clean. "Plus, I haven't had something good to drink for so long!"

I laugh. "It's only been a week, you doofus!"

"True, true..." Dave yawns. "Let's go to sleep now."

We get changed and Dave throws away the used condom, then climbs into bed next to me. We cuddle and I quickly fall asleep, dreaming about me and Dave having kids.