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Haii babes could you write some super fluffy filth about Duff, maybe on the bus and he’s covering her mouth so the others don’t hear? Idk I have such a bad brainrot for that man ^.^

he likes the quiet - duff mckagan fanfic

taglist: @californiaahunny @brokenglassb1tch @duffys-girl @duffrosemckagansslut

content: smut (18+), rough/dirty talk, fluffy end

a/n: DUDE! you guys have been so incredibly sweet, i love writing for you all! I have about 3 more to get thru from my asks, but keep sending them in! be a repeat sender even! love u guys <3

The tour bus rocked gently on the road, dark outside but alive inside with the hum of engines and muffled voices from the band sprawled out in various states of exhaustion and hungover glory.

She sat curled on the cracked leather bench, knees pulled close, wrapped in the quiet that came between the chaos of shows and parties.

Her fingers traced the worn stitching of the seat, mind spinning from the adrenaline of the night’s performance and the way Duff’s gaze had held her like a claim.

Duff was no angel. Not the kind to whisper sweet nothings or drape her in poetry. He was rough. Raw edges, sharp tongue, hands that bruised if she wasn’t careful.

But beneath the tough, cocky exterior was something deeper, something she knew by heart in the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching.

Tonight, the tension had been building all night, a slow building feeling. The way he lingered close in the cramped backstage corridors, the way his fingers found her wrist with quiet ownership when the crowd noise faded. Now, here, on the bus, everything was stripped down to just the two of them.

She wondered how those hints of authority would come to be in true privacy.

He sat beside her, boots planted wide, the smell of leather and cigarettes wrapping around him like a second skin. “You look good like this,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel. “All wrapped up, waiting. Like a damn prize or some shit.”

His ever so kind sounding surfer guy tone everyone knew was still in fact there, but it was the words he used that differentiated her Duff, and the world’s Duff.

She smiled softly, leaning into the quiet warmth of his arm. “You like that?”

He snorted, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Hell yeah. You’re the best goddamn distraction on this whole fucking tour.”

Her fingers slid over his knee, tentative but hungry. “You’re not bad yourself.”

He caught her wrist with a grip that was firm but careful, thumb brushing over her pulse. “Don’t get soft on me, sweetheart. I’m a bastard.”

“Good bastard,” she teased back, voice low.

“Damn right.” His eyes darkened with something hungry. “But I’m not gonna wait forever to take that fucking hole.”

Before she could reply, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her close with an urgency that stole her breath. His mouth crashed down on hers. Hard, demanding, and not a hint of gentleness in the way he took what was his.

She moaned into the kiss, and he covered her mouth with a rough hand, pressing down hard enough to silence her but not enough to hurt. His thumb slid over her cheek, warm and possessive.

“Shut it,” he growled, voice thick with need. “You’re making too much noise, and I don’t want anyone hearing.”

She bit back a whimper, eyes wide but shining with want. His cockiness twisted into something dangerous, and she was addicted to it. It made her feel real.

His other hand found the hem of her shirt, fingers skimming over the soft skin of her ribs. He peeled it up slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring the reveal. Goosebumps rose under his touch.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he said, lips grazing her neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. “Got me hooked, and I’m not even trying to fight it.”

She shivered, melting against him, hands clutching his jacket like it was a lifeline.

“Show me how much you want this,” he demanded, voice low and ragged. “Don’t hold back.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her jeans, sliding over the slick heat waiting beneath. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made her pulse spike.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked for me,” he snarled, pressing his palm flat against her thigh. “Can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

She whimpered, hips arching involuntarily toward his touch. His roughness was brutal, but it made her feel alive in a way nothing else could.

Without warning, he shifted, pushing her back until she was flat against the seat, legs spread wide under his weight. His hand slid between them again, fingers circling her clit with a cruel precision that had her gasping.

“Say my name,” he commanded, voice rough and cold. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Duff,” she whispered, voice trembling but clear.

He smiled darkly, pressing a finger deep inside her, curling it slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel the coil tightening inside her chest.

“There you go girl,” he said, voice thick with approval. “this is for me to experience, not for anyone else. So kindly keep it quiet for me.”

His mouth covered hers again, rough and claiming. His cock pressed hard against her jeans, and she could feel the pulse of it, it was as demanding as he was.

“Gonna fuck you so hard, everyone’s gonna know,” he promised, teeth grazing her earlobe. “Not with hearing you, but the way you’re gonna be a little shy bambi bitch afterwards. They’ll know I fuck you right.”

She trembled, her body aching for him in ways words couldn’t capture. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for the heat of skin against skin. She couldn’t wait to be what he expected of her.

He didn’t waste time. With a dark grin, he yanked off his jeans and threw her loose shirt over her head. His cock sprang free, thick and red, already slick from their shared need.

“Look at me,” he snarled, gripping her jaw, forcing her eyes open. Taking it in his hand. “You see this? This is yours. Only yours.” Slapping its weight against the middle of her face with each word.

She nodded, breath coming fast.

His fingers wrapped around him, slick and sure, before he aligned himself down with her entrance. The first inch slid in slow, testing, making her gasp around his hand.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

He pushed deeper, hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that stole her breath. His hand slid down to cover her mouth again, pressing hard as she moaned into his palm, the sound muffled but desperate.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed. “I don’t wanna hear you, but I’m gonna make you feel everything.”

His thrusts were relentless, hard and fast, pounding into her with a possessiveness that made her head spin. The world shrank down to the slick, burning connection between them.

“Goddamn, you take me so fucking well,” he snarled, voice hoarse. “You’re my fucked out little angel.”

Her body clenched around him, muscles trembling. “Duff,” she gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders.

“Don’t fucking say shit,” he snapped, tightening his grip on her mouth. “I want to hear you come quiet, not screaming like a goddamn groupie.”

Her hips jerked involuntarily, the pressure building beyond control.

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Make me lose it right here, quiet as a fucking church mouse.”

Her body betrayed her, trembling with the force of her release silent but shattering. He held her through it, still fucking her through the waves, palm steady on her mouth as she cried out without sound.

When she finally stilled, breath ragged and wet eyes glistening beneath his rough touch, he pulled his hand away and kissed her hard lips bruising, teeth scraping.

“You’re mine,” he growled, voice thick with something fierce and tender all at once.

Her fingers curled in his hair, heart thudding like a drum. “I know.”

His grin was cocky but soft, a flash of warmth beneath the rough edges. “Don’t forget it, sweetheart.”

The bus rumbled on, carrying them forward through the dark night.

“Don’t listen to me okay? You know I love you.” he whispered against her jaw. “We just like to play pretend don’t we?” he asked, his stubble against her skin tickling her.

“I love you too.” she smiled in a daze. “I love playing with you.”

a/n: bitch i was geeked the fuck out writing this like i was smiling and shit AHHHHH!!!!

hope you liked it as much as i loved writing it <3 @duffys-girl 💘