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ghostbustting · 3 months ago

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hihi, i love your writings! can i get a 80 slash fic where it's around halloween time and the reader was force to attend a party with her friends. Slash notices reader and how hot her costume is. ( a bit modest version of the playboy bunny outfit ) Slash is cocky but the reader doesn't know who the hell he is but after a few drinks...they are upstairs doing the devils tango. 😈

Idk why this took me so long yet so effortless, but october seems to be the perfect month to post it 🙌

♯ ; ��𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑵𝑵𝒀„ ༘⋆

Saul "Slash” Hudson x Fem!Reader.

Contains SMUT ; p in v, squirting, dirty talk (?),

oral (f receiving).

The smell of booze and sweats fill my senses, I guess you can already imagine how terrible it is. I can't even remember when did I ever agree to step a single toe into this god awfully packed Halloween party? At this point, I'd rather go trick or treat instead around the neighborhood and receive some sweets by the end of the night.

The whole night I made it my quest to try and stick close to my friends, following them, a similar sight to how dogs would follow their owners around. It was never my desire to attend this party anyways, wasn't quite of a party person at the first place, let alone a Halloween party where I have to dress up in costumes and shit. Yet my friends were quite hard to resist, forcing me to come with them to this party.

So here I am, standing at the corner of this unknown loaded house in my terrible attempt of a Playboy Bunny costume, buying my costume from the nearest store available just a day before the party, despite the cheap fabric making it look like I only put on a black swimsuit and a bunny ears bandana. It was quite revealing, I could feel eyes on me as I walk around, but who the fuck cares?

My friends were long gone from my sight, last thing I seen from them was when they were dirty dancing around some dudes. Unfortunately, I was no fan of that activity, leaving me to just stand in the corner of the party like an absolute outcast. I didn't mind. I had my cup of drink and that was enough to keep me occupied till my friends are ready to take me back home.

News flash, they never did take me home.

In fact, I have completely lose sights of every single one of them. Those little fuckers dragged me here and literally left me to rot between all of these party animals when I could've had a movie night back in my place. What a waste of a Halloween night. Isn't it?

I crush up the empty red plastic cup in my grasp and swiftly threw it away into the trash can, which everyone seems to be oblivious of, judging from all the empty plastic cups laying around on the floor, ready to cause someone to trip and fall.

However, the still fueled up plastic cups set on the table have managed to catch my attention yet again as I find myself making my way back to that table and seeking another cup of drink, which makes this my... third drink..?

My mind shrugs off the forgotten count of drinks as I spot one particular cup with more liquid filled inside besides the other cups. A grin on my lips, my arm stretches and my hand reached out for the cup.

Only to be met by another hand.

A big calloused hand that belonged to a man I couldn't place who or where I would recognize him from.

My eyes trailed from his hand that was lightly touching my own, up to his face, which was mostly covered by those voluminous curls of his hair, a hat sitting perfectly still on top of those curls. Behind those curls, were eyes that peeks through his own strands of hair with a gaze that met mine almost instantly. Almost as if he was inspecting me just like the way I seem like I was inspecting him.

"This cup's taken, sweetheart." He spoke to me, his voice causing a rather odd and unfamiliar tingling feeling in my stomach.

Only then did I realize how warm the feeling of his skin was against my cold one, his voice able to mute out the loud rock music that has been blaring through the speakers all evening as he say, “Or should I say.. Bunny.” This time, he ends his words with a chuckle, eyes trailing up and down my costume.

I raise my eyebrow at him and reluctantly let go of the cup from my hand, “Whatever.” I muttered before taking a different cup displayed on the table, yet somehow still feeling the gaze of those eyes that belonged to him on the side of my head, gaze so strong that he was practically burning a hole right through me. Just as I turn to him again with a sip of the drink, it was proven that he was indeed still gazing over me.

A sigh left my lips from the liquid that cleared my throat, my hip carefully leaning against the table while I listen as words seem to leave him yet again, “No company, Miss Bunny?” He ask, his hand reaching up to deliver the cup to his lip, I watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallow the liquid.

”My friends are here, but they… well, they found other companies.” I shrugged.

I hear him click his tongue and shake his head, “And let you isolate yourself over there in the corner? Sounds like a bunch of fakers to me.” He scoffed, a small smirk playing devilishly on those lips he owned on his face.

”No, no..” I shake my head with a small chuckle, “I didn’t want to attend this party at first anyways, so—”

”Well, why the fucking hell not?!” He threw his arms up, the liquid spilling from his red cup just a little, “With a costume as sexy as this, I surely thought you’d be much more of a party animal.” WIth each words he spoke, I can feel more and more the way his gaze seems to caress the skin of my body up and down. It was rather odd… it made me feel a certain feeling in my heart that made it beat faster, my thighs clenching just a little. Or was it just the effect of the drink? I couldn’t even figure it out before he spoke yet again.

A step was taken from his shoe, his body moving closer to my own, “How ‘bout I show you the real fun of the party? Some talking, dancing, more drinking maybe?” The mysterious man suggested, that same smirk on his face, “I’ll keep it appropriate. I promise, Miss Bunny.” He spoke almost in a teasing way that I was quite confident this night wouldn’t end up in such an appropriate ending anyways.

”Fine then, rockstar looking guy.”

The moment I let my decission slip out, the moment names were shared, and the moment my third drink became my fifth, time seems to fly in a way that is quicker than ever. Each joy of a party that the guy— Slash showed me became a comfort I found building up in me around him. My still somewhat sober part of a brain tried desperately to comprehend whether this feeling is caused by the alcohol in my system or just purely by the fact this man is so mesmerizing. Perhaps even both of those.

The more information I learn about him, the more I feel a magnetic sort of pull towards him, I just hope my pupils aren’t heart-shaped at this very moment. As time passes by, it feels as if I’ve known him for decades and decades already, in knowledge of small details of his very own life. HIs famous band, Guns ‘N Roses, his love for snakes, his guitar skills.. Can he be any more interesting?

Touches were shared here and there, especially when we joined the people dancing around to the music. His large warm palm on my waist was a touch that have been spiritually tattoed onto my skin, a touch to think back every now and then about the strange and mysterious— yet charming stranger I met at the Halloween party.

I mean, honestly, I didn’t know how it all ended up this way.

However, my half sober guess was a 100% correct guess as the first moment we were just dancing and drinking innocently, the second moment we were in some random bedroom, the third moment.. I'm on top of his body, stradling his naked lap as I bounce up and down his large cock, moans pulled out of my lips like a dirty prayer. His hands were yet again placed on both of my waist as he help me bounce up and down, the tip of his cock that was already slick from my saliva moving smoothly in and out of my hole.

”Oh god, yes!”

I gasped, my head thrown back as dirty moans cannot stop pouring from my lips which were smiling widely from ecstasy. Looking down, my eyes lands on the ripped stockings I wore and the way his cock slipped in and out of my dripping cunt, not to mention the way one of his hands have moved to use his thumb on my clit, rubbing harsh circles.

The bastard was smirking back up at me, small grunts leaving his lips as he buck his hips up to me every here and there, “Shit— How are you so fucking tight?” He chuckled breathlessly through his grunts, the circles he rubbed over my clit became more urgent while his hold on my waist tightens to the point it might leave a mark.

My mind was clouded, I couldn't think of another thing other than how good his cock filled me up, fitting just perfectly inside of me as if his cock was made specially for my cunt.

Eventually, my body fell ontop of him as my body became weak, limp with his cock still burried deep inside of me. Slash didn't let that stop his fun though as he suddenly flipped our position, positioning me on my stomach on the bed while he took his position behind me, hand on my hip and the other on his member.

"Gonna fuck this pussy so hard.." He grunted as he finally pushed his head through my folds, pushing a lewd moan out of my throat, "You like that, mm? Such a good bunny, aren't you?" He laughed, his hand coming down to smack across my ass.

The sting that lingered on from his palm caused me to gasp loudly, eyes rolled to the back of my head till they were shut tight with my face pressed into the pillow, "Fuck! Please.." I cried out as he thrusted in and out of me with a pace of no mercy, no resistance, hips snapping back and forth as sounds of skins slapping fills the room.

His arms slowly trail to wrap around my stomach, as if they were snakes lurking around me and ready to feast on me. I feel him placing his weight on me, chest on my back while he press his lips onto my ear, "Gonna fuck you dumb. Now you can be a real fucking rabbit."

Those were the last things I managed to hear before I feel him thrusting in and out of me again. Hard. And fast. I could hardly utter out a letter as my words were taken away by each pump. He was fucking me like rabbits would, humping like rabbits do. It was rough. It was dirty. And I loved every single second of it.

I can feel the veiny skin of his cock dragged in and out of my walls, the tip hitting every single spot that made the pressure bunch up even more in my stomach which only increased when he tightened his arms around it. Nasty moans left my lips, so loud that it eventually turned to lewd screams, eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"S-shit!" I gasped, "More, more.." My words came out in a desperate pant of lust, my ass trying to grind back against him.

Yet another breathless laugh escaped him, "Dirty slut.." He spat, one of his hands trailing up to slip two digits of his fingers past my lips, to which I instantly sucked on like— as he worded, an asbolute dirty slut. Humming around his digit and swirling my tongue around them, I feel him twitching right inside me.

Yet somehow, he never ever changed his pace, staying determined on that rough and deadly pace that made me feel like I'm on cloud nine.

I pull my face away from his fingers as I gasped out, "Close.. I'm so close.." My hand flew to his arm as I hold it tightly, needing something to hold on before I could pass out right on his devil of a cock. "Please.. finish me.." As much as I hate hearing myself and admitting it, I sounded the whiniest I've ever been, underneath him, begging him to give me the best orgasm I ever had.

"You're fucking crazy if you think I wouldn't.." He grunted, fingers digging into the soft skin of my waist as he finally starts slowing his pace, obviously just as close as I was, at the same time he reached down to my sensitive clit, rubbing those same harsh circles he did earlier.

It didn't take long enough before I let out the loudest moan I did tonight right as the fluids of my cum came squirting out of my cunt, "Oh fuck! Fuck!" I gasped, never once experiencing an orgasm like this. Eventually, I feel his own thick cream filling me up till I'm full of him, his voice groaning right in my eyes, something I wish I could listen to every sinful night I went through.

As soon as we finished, Slash pulled out of me and pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air. Being in my fucked up stance, I didn't know what was going to happen till I feel his warm tongue lapping our mixed cum that was oozing out of my folds, eating it out like he was starving man.

My throat was way too tired to even be loud anymore, only letting out a quiet and strangled moan as he finished, hopping onto the spot on the bed right next to me, a wide devilish smirk already on his glistening lips that was soon attatched to mine, my tongue tasting both of us with a grin building in my own face.

I feel him reach for my bunny ears and took it off me. Only when we pull apart that I noticed he have put the bunny ears on himself and place his own hat on my head.

"You look stupid."

He laughed at my statement while one of his thumbs ran over my ruined and smudged make up. "You still look sexy, bunny."

Well damn it, I guess I love Halloween.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 7 months ago

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SUB SLASH SUBBY SLASH SUBMISSIVE SAUL HUDSON SUB SUB SUB WHINY WHIMPERING NEEDY DESPERATE PRAISE KINK SUBMISSIVE SLASH!!!!!!!!

thanks 🎀

A/n: This almost took a completely different turn but I'm quite happy with how this turned out <3

Also, sorry I haven't been posting in a while I have over 70 asks in my inbox rn and I'm trying to write them I swear I'm just really slow lol but I am writing, I promise :')

Warnings: Smut, edging, pantie stealing/gagging?, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash had been on tour the past few months, usually while he was on tour you guys would call and get off on each other's voices, moans and sometimes commands. But you had plans this time, evil plans.

He wasn't cumming for the whole tour, it was short only about three months, sure enough he could handle that, right?

Anytime you were on call you'd make up some excuse for leaving, only after edging him for as long as you could, sometimes hours. You told him to be a good boy and not touch himself unless you told him to.

He'd come whining to you every day over the phone. "Please, please, can I cum now?" He ask, tears brimming his eyes, his dick hot and pulsing in his hand.

"Mm, you know what?" You'd start, hearing the small sigh of relief. "I'm actually feeling pretty tired right now, I think I might just go to sleep." You'd hear his soft whimpers over the phone, knowing he'd have to stop now.

"Mommy, please..."

"Good night, I love you." You'd say and hang up.

He was coming home tonight and you couldn't wait, you knew he couldn't either. As soon as he pulled up to the driveway you ran to the door.

The door opened and Slash practically fell onto you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight to him as his lips crashed around yours. He'd dropped his luggage and was whining into the kiss. You couldn't not laugh at his excitement.

You tried to pull away from he kept pulling you back for more. "Slash!" You giggled, he rolled his eyes and let you speak. "Why don't you go upstairs and I'll bring your luggage up?" He huffed but went anyway.

You waited for him to get most of the way up the stairs, watching him sulk away all pouty, before closing the door and bringing up his luggage.

You got through your bedroom door and saw Slash by the clothes hamper, a pair of your panties in his hand and pushed to his nose, in his other hand was his already leaky cock.

"Aw, couldn't even wait for me to get in the room, huh?" Slash spun around at your words and just shook his head. You made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge and patting the spot next to you.

Slash hurried over, ridding himself of his flimsy button up and leather pants. He sat next to you, back against the headboard and you sat between his spread legs, his dick hitting his abdomen.

You took the panties from him, a black lace pair you'd been wearing on one of your late night calls, and brought it back to his face, pushing them into his mouth and he happily accepted the gag. "You want to cum?" He nodded, tears already forming in his eyes. "Show me how good you can be, then."

His breath hitched as you gently ran a finger along his length. Of course you weren't just going to give it to him, what fun would that be? No, tonight would be filled with just as much teasing as any other.

"Oh, aren't you my good boy?" You asked, pumping him at a painfully slow pace as you had been the past few minutes, watching every small reaction he had, how his chest slowly fell with a shaky breath leaving him.

He was barely holding back his tears at that point, pre leaking from his slit and onto your hand. "Looking all pretty like this, just for me." He gave a small nod. "Time to take these out and let you cum?" His eyes widened slightly just at the thought of you letting him cum. He nodded excitedly and you smiled at your pulled the wet panties from him, kissing his plump lips.

"Please, mommy, I-I've been s'good, I swear." He mumbled, hands clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles lightened to stop from touching himself.

His whole body was twitching, especially his legs and you couldn't not pay them some attention, lightly grazing his inner thighs with your nails causing him to moan. "Such a good boy, so obedient." Tears were rolling down his cheeks, a wonky smile pulling at his lips.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, he gasped. Moans and whines left him in chains as you jerked him off at a much faster pace now. His heels dug into the mattress as he kicked, not wanting to cum until he was told he could.

"Please, can I- Can I cum inside, please?" He whined, hips helplessly bucking into your hand.

You shook your head at his request. "It'll feel good just like this, just do what I tell you to do." He whined at that. Your hand kept a steady rhythm, you watched the prominent vein up him pulsing and the rest of him twitched. You waited patiently for just the right time. "Such a good boy, huh? My good boy, can you cum for mommy?" Without a second thought he let everything go.

Moans ripped from him until he went silent, his head fell back and his jaw went slack, eyes rolling into the back of his head. His body completely melted into the bed as thick ropes of cum squirted onto his chest and stomach, his body quickly getting overstimulated as you continued to stroke him.

His chest fell with a heavy breath and his gaze came back to you. He looked down at himself, a thin layer of sweat coating him and far more cum on him than he'd expected. "Did I- Did I do good?" He asked, looking at you with expectant, wide teary eyes.

You nodded and moved closer to him. "You always do good." He smiled softly up at you, eyes struggling to stay open. You cupped his cheek with your hand, still cover in his mess. "Aw, are you tired?" He nodded, tiredly reaching for you. "You can sleep now but tomorrow it's my turn~" You mused and moved to sit beside him, wrapping your arms around him and letting him lean on you.

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th0rns-n-r0ses · 7 months ago

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Okayyyy I see that nobody is talking a whole lot about slash’s happy trail so could you do a fic about late 80s slash x reader

When slash is meeting the reader for the first time and they’re a bit shy and introverted but they can’t help but take glances at slash’s happy trail and what not. Slash takes notice and finds it amusing - also bit interesting since he didn’t think that they’d be interested in him. with smut please :D

I love your work :D

feel your love tonight ~

slash (saul hudson) ~ 2556 words ~ female reader ~ smut ~

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After attending a Guns N’ Roses concert tonight, your friends decide to hit the bar after the show. After all, who wouldn’t love an ice cold beer after a 3 hour long show? It’s the perfect way to cool down and end the night. All is going well, you and your friends are flirting around with some guys at the bar, picking them up for the night.

But that’s when you spot him.

His dark, curly hair and an open shirt paired with blue jeans, soaking in the cool moonlight of the evening. Instantly, you recognize him. Slash, the talented guitarist who’s always caught your eye.

With the way his head is tilted back, you can see the features of his face. His soft lips entice you, a cigarette poking from between them. The embers flare as he inhales, and your eyes involuntarily drift down his body. Sweat clings to his chest as he attempts to cool off, the open shirt exposing his upper body. Your eyes drift lower, and lower, and lower, and your breath seems to stop as you spot a line of hair that starts at the middle of his stomach, reaching down into his pants. You swallow hard, unable to tear your eyes away. And your friends have definitely noticed.

“Hey.” One of your friends whispers to you, shaking your shoulder a bit. “Go talk to him, I dare you.”

You look back at her with wide eyes, then glance at the rest of the table. They’re all smiling and laughing a little, as if they believe you won’t do it. So you give them a determined look, pride swelling in your heart.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll do it.”

You puff your chest out confidently, then glance over at Slash. He’s still sitting alone, gazing at what stars sprinkle the sky, the embers brightening on the cigarette as he inhales through his mouth, then exhales from his nose.

You push your chair back, the metal scraping against the raw concrete of the patio. He glances over for a moment, the sound seemingly catching his attention. You quickly snap your head away, looking at your friends, hoping he didn’t see you looking. But when you glance at him after a few moments, he doesn’t seem to be looking anymore.

So you stand up, looking over at him again. You take in a deep breath, then walk over to him. As soon as he looks over at you, your confident buildup crumbles instantly while you stand before him. Slash sits up and rests his elbows on his thighs, taking the cigarette from his lips.

“What may I do for you, honey?” He asks, his tone gentle as he brushes his curls back and away from his face. All words vanish from your mind, unsure on what to say.

Slash laughs softly, but not at your expense. He understands your anxiety, as it’s not everyday someone gets the opportunity to talk to him. After all, there are so many people in this world and few who get so close to him.

You simply stare down at him, then dip your head as you lean in a little closer.

“Could- Could you sign my shirt?” Your voice shakes slightly as you speak, still starstruck and bewildered in his presence. Slash simply smiles at you and pulls a permanent marker from his pocket, leaning over and signing your shirt.

“I learned to keep a pen on me at all times.” His voice is cool and smooth, like the moonlight that shines down on his skin. “Never know when someone’s gonna ask for a signature. And usually, people don’t carry pens.”

You simply nod in response, not quite paying attention to his words as your eyes drift back to his happy trail. It makes your heart flutter and your stomach jump, something about it catching your attention.

Once done signing his name on the chest of your shirt, he pulls back and sits back. His eyes examine your face, eventually following your eyes to the hair on his stomach. He simply ignores the look, but his eyes dart to your friends, who seem to stare. Slash stands up and stamps out the cigarette, looking up from it at you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He offers, his tone still soft and kind. You nod in response, following him inside and to the bar. The bartender walks over and Slash orders a beer for him and one for you. You simply glance between the two as the conversation goes on.

“You’re quite cute, y’know that? Although, you don’t talk much.” Slash comments, brushing his hair back again. He gives you a soft smile that matches his tone.

“Oh, thanks! And I’m sorry, I’m just-” Your words trailing off, searching for the right definition.

“No need to apologize.” Slash chuckles, resting his forearm on the bar and leaning on it. “Speaking of, what’s your name? Pretty girl like you’s gotta have a pretty name.” Whether or not he’s really interested or just trying to get laid tonight, his comment gets to you as your face heats up. Your confidence builds up once more, but this time out of comfort rather than pride.

“My name’s Y/N.” You say, your eyes exploring his soft brown ones.

“Y/N,” Slash echoes, looking back into your eyes. His soft, somewhat-forced smile is overtaken with a genuine one. “That’s a very pretty name.”

“Thank you, Slash.” You gently rest your hand on top of his, his warm skin against yours making your heart swell. He glances down at your hands, his smile growing softer. After looking at your hands together for a bit, he shifts his hand to hold yours, both of your fingers winding together in a comforting hold.

Slash nervously clears his throat, his gaze drifting back up to yours. His soft brown eyes have a hint of nervousness in them, and he seems a little shy about his next question.

“Hey, I was wondering.. Would you like to go on a drive with me?”

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The next thing you know, you’re sitting in the shotgun seat of his convertible with him in the driver’s seat, turning the key as the engine rumbles on. Upon looking up, you notice the full moon hanging over the warm night sky.

His car drives along the open road, winding through the trees as the leaves cut up the moonlight. Slash moves a hand off the wheel, wrapping it around your shoulder. You look over at him with a smile, and he glances at you, his expression matching yours.

As he looks back at the road, your eyes drift back down to the trail of hair on his body. But this time, something’s different. The waist on his pants is loose, letting you look down a tad bit more. You look away quickly, your face flooding with heat. Slash rubs your shoulder, and it’s safe to assume that he took notice.

“You seem to like that thing a lot, huh?” He laughs quietly, his thumb rubbing your shoulder as his fingers slide under the fabric of your shirt. His touch causes your breath to pick up, his warm skin contrasting yours. And you can’t help but feel turned on…

Subconsciously, you scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as his hand snakes down your arm, rubbing your skin. He turns the car into an open field, driving through the soft grass as he continues to rub your arm.

Slash parks the car, pulling you closer to him as he pulls the key away from the car and stuffs it into his pocket. His free hand rests upon your face, cupping your cheek as he looks into your eyes. His gaze drags you in as you lean in closer to him, your hand slipping to the back of his neck. Now in close proximity to you, his lips brush against yours, almost as if asking for permission to kiss you.

Your lips lock with his, and his hand slips from your sleeve to the small of your back, holding you to him. Slash’s hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, keeping you close to him. The feeling of his soft, warm lips makes your heart jump inside of your chest, your body craving more of his touch. His tongue slips out from between his lips, touching yours. Your tongue greets his in return, the heat building as you feel your body grow hotter and hotter.

Slash pulls you into the backseat of his car, laying you down on the seat as his lips reconnect with yours, the fire pulsing in his blood as you feel his clothed cock rub up against your thigh. A groan escapes your lips as his hands travel across your body, feeling you everywhere he can reach. Your hands grab at his shoulders, pulling him down on top of you as your tongues dance together in your mouths, the intensity of the moment building between you.

Slash’s hands glide up your torso, feeling your shape and curves through the fabric of your shirt. He slides his hands back down, his fingers running under the bottom of your shirt and feeling your bare skin under his touch. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls away from your kiss, pulling your shirt off of you as your body becomes exposed to him. His hands brush across your skin, almost as if he’s worshiping your presence before him.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N.” Slash murmurs into your ear, his voice sending chills shooting down your spine. His lips kiss along your jaw, the touch making you squirm beneath him slightly. Your hands move under his open shirt, pulling off everything that restricts his upper body from yours.

“Oh my God,” You gasp, unable to tear his eyes from his body. His strong build is like heaven, and his lips are like a cherry on top to his entire being.

Slash reaches his hands around your body, unclipping your bra and pulling it away from your body. You lean your head back and groan as your nipples harden from the chill of the night air. Slash’s teeth nip down your neck before reaching your collar, where he stops and sucks on the skin. You let out a moan of desire and pleasure, wanting him more and more with each passing second.

As he releases his lips from the spot on your neck, you can feel his hot breath heat up your skin as his eyes scan your body up and down, taking you in as desire flashes through his eyes. His soft, slightly-wet lips are parted, his tongue slipping out as he licks his lips.

“God, I need you so badly.” He groans as his hand pushes back his hair, showing his face from behind his locks. Slash dips his head back down again, biting and sucking on your breasts, leaving small red splotches as he ambushes your skin with his mouth. You toss your head back, groaning as his lips inch their way closer and closer to the sensitive skin of one of your nipples. As he licks one of them, you feel your back arch as your head leans back, letting out a groan from deep in your throat.

“You make such pretty noises..” He mutters, securing his lips around your nipple and swirling his tongue around it. You moan again, desire and heat coursing through your veins as you claw desperately at the waist to his jeans. Using your ankles, you drag down his slightly-loose pants, pulling them to his knees as he pushes down, his cock pressing against the crotch of your pants. His hands glide down your body as his mouth pulls away from your breast, and he tugs down your shorts to access your body. Slash’s eyes glance up at yours before he pulls down the last of the clothing remaining on your body.

His lips connect to your jaw again, kissing and nipping at your skin. From this, you can tell he wants you to take off his boxers. So you slip your hands under the elastic, tugging it off of him as his cock brushes against your stomach. Your fingers grip his shoulders tightly, preparing for what’s to come. Slash adjusts his position, moving his body so he can access you.

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” He mutters, his voice deep and husky with desire.

“Yeah, I’m- I’m ready-” You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him slowly push inside of you. You grunt, panting as you try to relax yourself. From biting your lips to suppress any stray moans, you pant as he pushes into you. He leans over you, panting and groaning as his lips hover next to your ear. Slash kisses your cheek, holding you by your shoulders as he rocks his hips, starting the friction between the both of you. Your body squirms beneath his, writhing at the feeling of his cock pleasing you.

“Slash-” You moan, your head leaned back as you grab at his shoulders. His mouth remains at your ear, grunting as he thrusts into you. You whine loudly, panting as your hips move with his. He moans into your ear, then ducks his head down to nibble at your earlobe slightly.

“Oh, my God, Y/N..” He pants, groaning softly as his thrusts pick up in pace slightly. “You feel so good-” Slash tilts his head back, grunting as he pushes himself deeper into you. You shout with pleasure, digging your fingers into his shoulders. His hands move to your neck, his hands resting at the sides as his thumbs stroke the skin on top of it. He presses his head down, sucking on your neck as his hips snap into yours. You groan loudly, tilting your head back not only to give him access but in preparation for your soon-to-come finish.

“Slash-” You groan again, your brain going fuzzy as your mind spins. “I’m so close-” You speak breathlessly, hanging on by a thread as he smiles down at you softly, moving his head up to look at you. His thumb strokes your cheek as grunts escape his lips from his powerful thrusts.

“Me too, baby..” Slash leans down with his lips at your ear again, his voice in a dark and lustful whisper. “I’m close too.”

He dips his head again, his breaths growing quick, deep and sharp as he tips over the edge, spilling into you as your walls clench him tight. He groans your name loudly, his hips bucking into yours before he collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck.

You lay together for around 30 minutes, your positions changed. Your head lays on his chest as your body remains curled up next to his. To protect you from the cold of the night, he pulled out a blanket he keeps in the trunk of his car. Slash strokes your hair softly, looking up at the stars. You sigh, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“I haven’t felt this relaxed in forever.” You murmur, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile dances across his lips as he looks down at you, still petting your hair soothingly.

“Neither have I, gorgeous. Neither have I.”

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