She Was the only One

I dont own , so dont ask, Im just here to make my fantasies come true.

Pairing : Twiggy/OFC

Rating " NC-17

Hardcore sex/angst (lil)

Okay folx, this is my fantasy. If you want to add a chapter based on another persons POV, feel free to add a chapter. A work of art is never finished, just waiting to be used again. Enjoy ladies and gents.

"Dont cheat on me Jeordie....I knew what I was getting into, marrying you, but if you can keep your dick under that fabulous dress of yours, youll come home to a massive reward for it baby. Have a good time baby, but if you cheat, Ill know. I refuse to share you."

She was the Only one


Kira Underwood-White stood strong and decidedly different from any other girl he knew. She was tall. Very tall. She was taller than he was by over half a foot. Her blunt cut black hair teased her ears and revealed her long, golden throat. Her skin was spun silk, the exact color of bronze. Sitting up from her repose in her art studio, her loose fitting jeans and Manson t-shirt hed given her somehow still feminine while in her comfort. She moved her bangs away from her face, as she pierced his chocolate eyes with her own emerald gaze, her words from two days ago ringing in his head. Dont cheat....Twiggy wouldnt have dared. It was hard not to get an erection when he thought of her....

1997

She was an art teacher. Theyd met by accident at one of Brians stupid art shows. He really didnt want to be there, but when Marilyn Manson wants something.....It was her eyes, he decided. Her green gaze, almost shoving him against the wall with thier intensity. Shed held him there for over five minutes, her head tilted, and he noticed her eyes shift, swirl, burn. She licked her black lips, and walked towards him. Her flared business pants and fitted tshirt that said "Bitch" on it in block letters cleaving to her womanly curves. She never let his eyes drop from hers. She circled him...CIRCLED him.

"Who are you?" She asked, and he almost jumped at her command.

"I...Im....well...uhhh... Jeordie" he answered reflexively. At her flat look, he gulped, and tried again. "..Im Twiggy...Ramirez."

She smirked, looking over at Marilyn and raising her regal looking brows

"You belong with him Id guess?"

"Yeah,were a..." She laughed.

"Band? Yes, I know, your music gives me a headache...but it isnt all bad." He blushed but nodded. He thought he caught something in her eyes before she resumed circling.

"Did you know youre wearing a dress?" She inquired, running one black polished nail along the hem. He immmediately sprung to life under his pink dolly dress. The kinderwhore outfit looked so good on him. His fishnets were torn and his arms were covered to the fingers with a long sleeved ripped shirt under the dress. He shifted his feet in thier boots, and looked at her with his patent lolita smile, his pale face and black lipstick contrasted with his eye makeup. His long and beautiful black waterfall of dreaded hair fell down his back in tempting knots. He looked like a pretty little doll. She growled.

"Yes..." He whispered, his huge chocolate eyes looking up at her. He heard her growl deep in her throat before she caught him by the wrist and dragged him into the bathroom. he yelped at her grip, and dreaded her hurting his hand. Brian would have a fit if he didnt play right. She threw him up against the bathroom wall, and pressed herself against him. She licked his neck, purring "Do you wanna fuck me baby?"

He couldnt believe what he was feeling. She had taken him, so forcefully, into the womens bathroom and now he was up against a wall, the tiles cold, but his body was not. As soon as she purred that question into his ear, he got hot, burning hot, his breath hitching as she licked him, mouthing the flesh, and his erection pulsed, burned, hard as as rock and he could even feel his ass muscles twitch, as if preparing for the same treatment as his male lovers gave him. He almost screamed "YES!" and it wouldve been could he have breathed it through his need.

She smiled and bit down, pushing his dress up.

Ten minutes later he was sprawled out on the bathroom floor, with that dress rucked up around his waist, his fishnets down around the tips of his Docs. He smiled widely, he was so good at playing the wanton. A small silver vibrator was shoved up his twitching ass. It was mercilessly buzzing against his prostate, even on the lowest setting, which she held the remote to. Her pussy was sliding up and down on his erection and he was beautiful in his pleasure addled state, crying out, screaming out, lost to extreme rapture. She seemed to know all his secrets. All his needs. Even the ones he never told anyone. She had his makeup all over her lips and her nipples, her tall, golden body moving like a Valkyrie. His chest had scratches on it, but his dress was still on. He heard her call him dirty names, names a man would call a woman during sex, her nails imprinted in his hips as she strained to hold him still. He wouldntve moved if his life depended on it. She pulled his hips up with them, letting him know to thrust up at her, and when he did, his dick felt her warm, wet insides, tight, burningly tight. His eyes opened wide. He screamed as she turned up the smooth vibrator, its pulses playing a tortureous tune on his prostate, and he whined.

"Oh GOD baby....Jeordie baby....yes...yes....YES!!" He started in shock as she used his real name. He felt like she was making love to his soul instead of using him. Tears misted in his eyes. It had been so long since a woman looked at him like that, as a human, as worthy. He wouldve disgraced himself by crying if she hadnt bit him, forcing his attention back to his pleasure. He let her take him under and whimpered, melting into her like soft butter. Kira looked down and saw him feel her in his soul. She drew his emotions out, forcing him to take her seriously, and feel her as deep in him as he was in her. Tonight, she wanted to let him be himself....and to let her take that him into the stars. She wouldnt be just a fuck. She would be a fingerprint in his soul.

Screaming in her dominant need, she leaned down, and bit down onto his neck, holding onto his hips. He was trapped in her, around her, and he screamed out loud, joining her. She moved her hands to thread them through his dreads, burying her face in them, pulling on the knots and stroking his skin. He arched under her, whining for pleasure.

"Please......." He panted.

He couldnt move, couldnt move on his own. She moved him, she stroked him. She shoved him in and out of her, and he writhed feeling the pressure building in his balls. She turned the vibrator up all the way, and he screamed. He was going to orgasm soon, and she seemed to know it. He felt her rub her clit on his shaft, he felt the little bud, and wished like hell he couldve had the time to eat her out. He licked his lips as his mouth watered. Then he felt it. The electricity shooting through him, and he panicked. He sure wasnt going to come before she did. He started to shake as the pressure built painfully. He begged her to end it.

"PLEASE...Im coming...I cant stop..."

She shut him up with a searing kiss, and he felt her cum, throwing her whole body back, a perfect golden goddess in her pleasure. His shaft began to feel her contractions, the tightness unbearable and he threw back his own head.

"JEORDIE!!!....oh god you nasty little girl...GOD.....FUCK!"

He felt her body tighten...tighten hard. His dick felt too big in her too tight walls, and he exploded. He felt her lift his hips, her hands and hips milking his orgasm, legthening it, stretching it, Finally, he opened his mouth and howled as his own contractions began, first the ones around the vibrator, then the ones in his dick, pleasure screaming through him. His hot semen flooded her, and he writhed, one big pulsing nerve. She let him down, pulled her toy out, and sat up, getting dressed and throwing a card on his exposed lower half. It had her address on it, and a time.

Sitting up himself, he started to pull up his stockings, wincing at the pain of the scratches shed given him, he giggled, he loved it. In fact, he said as he pulled out his lipstick, it was the best sex hed ever had in his whole life, and hed been sober. When Manson raised a non-existant brow at him as he reentered the room, Twiggy had the good grace to blush. As it was, hed had to get past a barrage of questions from his best friend as to where the fuck he thought he was going. Oh yes, best friend...right. He got out within minutes of her time stated.

He wasnt late.

Much later that night, he was in her bed in her luxurious New York apartment, the soft mattress and layers of blankets cradling thier bodies. They had talked and cuddled for hours. She told him he was too skinny, and made him eat a homecooked meal, making sure he ate it all. Now she had wrapped herself around him, tucking his head under hers as she spooned him, her arms in a hug of possessive protection. He was warm, had a full belly, a satisfied dick. But this....this was the best part. Oh, how he loved being held. He wanted to cry from the beauty of it. When he indeed started sobbing, the years of band stress and Brians constant pressure coming out onto her pillows, she filled him with caring light, stroking his hip gently as she cleansed his soul in her arms. When he quieted and looked up at her, she smiled, a faint humming in the air. As her sweet sirens song lulled his gentle body to sleep, he realized this was the first time in a long time he felt like he wasnt alone.

When she woke and claimed him as her own, he hadnt objected. To Marilyns deep annoyance, he fell in desperate love with her. She put a ring on his finger two weeks later, and handcuffs on him that night, during a hot wedding night full of her unique tricks. He couldnt walk for two days. It was a deeply feral but romantic whirlwind courtship. Her decision to hyphenate her name chafed Brian to no end, and he teased Twiggy about it all the time. He told Manson that he didnt care if HE took HER name. When she visited, hed often wear a shirt that said "Mrs. Underwood". Those were the nights that set the mattresses on fire.

Twiggy snapped out of his reverie, and realized he had a hardon, his dress tenting out. His wife turned around to face him, and almost laughed. Instead she lowered her head to his pouty lips and whispered "Thinking about the time we met again?".

He nodded, and giggled. She fixed him with her piercing green eyes. Taking his hand in hers, she kept eye contact as she walked him up the stairs. He followed her like a lovesick puppy, and wondered why she thought he could cheat on her. He wouldnt have the energy....and she made sure of that....every night.


R&R if you see fit. Is it over.........only time will tell.