One-Shots

I looked myself over in the large, standing mirror they had backstage. I ran my fingers through my long, black hair with neon, green streaks where my bangs had grown out. My icy, blue eyes were lined with black eyeliner and my lips were coated in a dark red lipgloss. I was wearing a backless, leather halter-top that exposed my tribal wing tattoos on my back. My low-ride, black skinny jeans left a four inch gap between my jeans and my top, showing some of my tribal vine tattoos that went up my right leg and ribs, and my skull and raven tattoos that went up my left thigh to my ribs.

“Hey, Nyxx. You ready for your set?” Jinxx asked as he joined me back stage.

I blushed as I shrugged my shoulders. I was always ready as far as knowing all the lyrics to my songs and knowing the order of the set, but I wasn’t really ever ready when it came to singing in front of a large group of people. Don’t get me wrong, I love performing. I’ve been performing with my band Crymsyn Nights for a couple years now, but I still get that queasy feeling before going on stage because a little voice in the back of my head always says ‘what if you mess up?’

“You’ll do great, trust me,” he said, placing his hand on my cheek, “I’ve seen you perform at least a dozen times and you’re always perfect. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks, Jinxx. I really aprecia-“

“Crymsyn Nights! You’re on!” one of the crew members yelled.

“Crap! Sorry, Jinxx I gotta go,” I apologized.

“No worries. Go kick some ass,” he smiled.

I returned the smile and ran on stage with the rest of my bandmates behind me. My eyes slightly bulged as I saw a crowd of at least three thousand people.

“H-hi everyone!” I said into the mic, “We’re Crymsyn Nights and we’re here to play some songs for you guys! Are you all down for that?”

The crowd cheered and a small smile came to my lips.

“Alright! We’ll start off with a song off of our upcoming album! It’s called ‘The Broken Hearts!’”
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I came off of the stage, panting a little bit. That show was insane! It had my adrenaline skyrocketing .

“Nyxx, you rocked!” Jinxx said as he came to give me a hug.

I hugged him back. Thank goodness I was already flushed or else I might have been embarrassed about my blush. I pulled away from the hug as I noticed a few twenty-some year-olds making eyes at Jinxx. A little, green monster awoke inside me.

These girls had huge breasts, perfect makeup, and long, luxurious hair. There was no denying that these girls were attractive, and there was also no denying that one of them would probably be joining Jinxx on the bus tonight.

“You okay?” Jinxx asked me.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, “go have fun with your set.”

“Are you going to watch?”

“Um…actually, I’m really tired, so I’m just going back to the bus.”

“Oh…”

“Sorry. Good luck, though.I know you’ll do great,” I said with a fake smile.

Black Veil Brides headed out on stage and I was left standing next to the wanna-be Victoria’s Secret models. I sighed and wandered around the backstage area of the venue.

How was it that I could go from the high of performing to feeling like utter shit? Those girls sure knew how to make girls feel ugly. It was no surprise that Jinxx would want girls like them. What did I have to offer him? I was only eighteen. My experience with men and any sexual activity were pretty minimal. I probably wasn’t worth anything to him. Heck, I didn’t think I was worth anything to myself either.

“Damn it, Nyxx. Stop with these thoughts. They never do any good,” I said to myself.

It was true. My negative thoughts only ever lead to negative things. I studied my wrists and noticed the small white lines that marked them. I hadn’t cut in months, but it was times like these where the temptations almost seemed too much.

After about ten minutes I found a small room with an old grand piano shoved into the corner. I sat down at the piano bench and wiped off some of the dust from the keys. My fingers started playing random snippets of song ideas that I was having. I found that playing the piano or singing always helped with my negative thoughts. The music helped me to channel my emotions into a creative outlet.

A song came to mind that I had been singing along to a lot lately, and I started playing it on the piano. Maybe, just maybe, it would ease my mind a little bit.

I started to sing and tears started trailing down my cheeks.

“2am; where do I begin,
Crying off my face again.
The silent sound of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed.

I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room,
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby.
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again.”

“Nyxx?”

I nearly jumped off the bench.

“Jeez, Jinxx. Maybe knock next time?”

“Sorry, I just heard you singing.”

“Is your set over already?”

“No, we just have a thirty minute intermission until we start the second half. I thought you were going back to the bus?”

“I-I was, but I got sidetracked.”

“By what? Wait…were you crying?” he asked as he wiped some stray tears from my face.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing,” I said.

“Obviously it’s not nothing if it made you cry. What’s wrong?”

“You’d think I’m stupid.”

“I promise you, I won’t.”

“Jinxx…when we were backstage and you had those girls clinging to you, it shook me up. You have really attractive and experienced girls interested in you, and here I am. I’m not sexy and I don’t really have any experience. It sucks because I really like you, Jinxx, and I know I’ll never be good enough for you.”
“Alright, I was wrong. You are stupid.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you think I’m interested in what a girl looks like more than what’s inside. I like you
too, Nyxx. I have for a while. And, if you didn’t notice, I wasn’t paying attention to those girls. My eyes were on you. I don’t care if you don’t have experience, and I’d say you’re sexy as hell. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“You think I’m sexy?,” I smirked.

“Oh, extremely,” he smiled as he leaned in.

My breath caught in my throat as his lips pressed themselves to mine. I tangled my fingers into his long, black hair and he lifted me off the bench. My legs wrapped around his waist and he laid me down on top of the piano, the piano making dissonant notes as Jinxx’s knees hit the keys as he crawled on top of me. His lips trailed across my collarbones, sending shivers down my body. My fingers grasped at his belt and I fumbled to get it off of him.

He cocked his eyebrows at me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nodded. I wanted all of him.

His fingers undid my halter top and tossed it to the floor, exposing my breasts. His lips pressed to one of my nipples and he sucked. I dug my fingers into his already shirtless back.

“Jinxx!” I moaned.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part, baby.”

I could feel my lower muscles clinch in anticipation.

I couldn’t take waiting anymore, so I took initiative. I slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles and he kicked them off. I stared wide-eyed at his member. I was excited, but nervous. How intense was this going to feel?

In return, Jinxx pulled down my skinny jeans and underwear, leaving my whole body in plain sight for him to observe.

He leaned in and kissed me passionately. He only made a miniscule gap between our mouths as he whispered, “Jesus, Nyxx. You’re gorgeous.”

I smiled. Hearing those words come out of his mouth made me believe it.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Jinxx spread my legs and slowly thrust himself into me. I made a small groaning noise as I got used to his size. As soon as I relaxed, Jinxx started to repeatedly thrust into me. My fingers gripped onto the edges of the piano. I could feel the piano move a bit every time Jinxx thrust into me and it seemed to me oddly fitting that our first experience doing ‘it’ together would be on a musical instrument.

My walls started closing in around Jinxx, and I could feel his thrusts slowing down. I pulled his mouth down onto mine and bit down lightly on his lip.

My climax hit me like a wall and I moaned into his mouth as I came. His climax hit in response, and once we were both done riding out our climaxes, we collapsed back onto the piano.

“That was not what I was expecting to happen.”

“What did you expect?”

“I dunno. You to reject me or something.”

“Was this better than your expectation?”

“Much.”

“So, girlfriend, would you like to come back with me and see the rest of the set?”

“Oh, you’re updating me to girlfriend status already?”

“Unless you don’t want me to.”

“I definitely want you to. And it’s a yes to seeing the rest of your set.”

“Is it just so you can shove this into the other girls’ faces?” he chuckled.

“Ehh… that may have something to do with it,” I laughed.

I stared into his eyes and saw a sparkling joy in them that was most likely in mine now too.

Notes

Sorry about the wait, I've been working crazy hours at my new job. Shout out to McDonald's for hiring my crazy ass XP On another note, I will be starting college in two weeks and I will be juggling honours college with working weekends at McDonald's, working week days on campus, and trying to keep up my updating for you guys. So, updates might be even more sparse. Also, this was my last one shot request, so this 'story' might remain dormant until I get another one.
Lots of love,
Kristen