#slash fic

[for-a-longlongtime]

Idealists

Pairing: Frankie Morales x reader x Santiago Garcia Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI. 🏳️‍🌈 Warnings/tags: Oral (f + m receiving), deep throating, lots of cumplay, PiV, fingering (f), masturbation, titty fucking, one time use of 'slut' (directed at m), queer af, everybody is bi. Reader is mostly a blank slate, uses she/her pronouns, has breasts and a vagina. Word count: 1.2K A/N: This was very loosely written + edited, and what @lotusbxtch called my brain backlashing against the Materialists trailer 💀 (hence the title - no shade intended, it's just very much the opposite). Thank you to her and @mountainsandmayhem and @sin-djarin for letting me test drive this in real time, ditto for @magpiepills who encouraged me to not fuss around too much with editing and just post it!

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Laying with your head in Santi's lap while he strokes your hair, as he doesn't even want you to suck him off, but to just to lay there while Frankie fucks you prone bone and he can admire the view, every now and then reaching out to cup your ass in his hand, or his fingers around Frankie's dick as he's fucking into you. And when Frankie is getting close to coming, Santi tells him to pull out at the last min and come over your ass.

He'll probably wipe Frankie's cum off you with his fingers and then use it as lube to jerk himself off lazily. "She only came once, Frankie. You'd better eat out that pussy and do it well."

So Frankie flips you over on the matress and eats you out with vigor as Santi watches. The top of your head resting against the outside of his thigh, and he's still calmly jerking himself off, brushing his thumb slick with his precum and Frankie's spunk over your bottom lip.

"Lick it up." Voice low and demanding, but of course you are gonna oblige - would’ve even done it without the order.

Frankie pauses for a moment to watch you lick Santi's thumb clean, his breath still hot against your cunt. When Santi notices that he's stopped, he frowns at him and snaps his fingers. "Didn't tell you to stop, Francisco. Get back to it and give her two fingers." 

Then Santi fucks your mouth with two fingers, pretty much at the same pace as Frankie fingers you while sucking on your clit. "She'd better be crying your name loudly when she comes on your tongue."

You do, so Santi decides that Frankie deserves a reward. He tugs Frankie by his hair, over your body and towards him, so he can kiss him and lick your taste out of his mouth. "Good job," he purrs at Frankie, who can't help but preen at the compliment, and before he can respond, Santi pushes his head down, urging Frankie's mouth to his cock. "Here's your reward, make it sloppy."

And you're still laying there, catching your breath with Frankie leaning over you and giving Santi the nastiest, sloppiest head. You brush your fingers over his nipples - always so sensitive - and lean up to press your lips against his heated skin, kissing his chest, and you feel him shiver in response.

It's not long before Santi is panting heavily, because Frankie knows exactly how to suck him off hard and quick. You can feel Santi's hips bucking up even though you can't actually see what's going on - but fuck, do you hear it. The slick sounds of Frankie feasting on his dick have you dripping wet, and you reach down to touch yourself, slipping two fingers inside to satisfy the yearning. It’s good, intoxicating even with your two guys pressed so close against you, but nevertheless your digits don’t fill you nearly as adequately as Frankie's fingers did.

"Deeper," Santi gasps, and you can feel how he urges Frankie's head further down, pushes himself all the way in probably, because for a second Frankie gags, then recovers as he continues. His own dick has stiffened but he’s not quite able to get fully erect again, bobbing against your stomach as he's smearing a mess of your combined cum all over your belly.

The guys are both panting now, and Frankie moves a bit further over, presumably to better position his mouth over Santi before he comes. Suddenly he groans, low and yearningly, and pushes at Santi to move. You're so gone on the rush of them as you’re fingering yourself, your other hand playing with your clit as you rub it, circling it slowly as your hips buck up - and initially you don’t get what's going on. You just feel Santi shifting a little away from you, making more room for Frankie to reposition himself.

With an obscenely wet sound, Frankie's sticky cock finds a home between your tits, accompanied by his groan of relief at the sensation. Everything happens so fast that you're barely able to keep track of it. Because Santi curses, his voice low and laced with lust ( "Mierda, Francisco - look at you being a greedy slut") as Frankie reaches down, his big hands grabbing both of your tits. He pushes them together tightly and fucks them, hard, more slick of his cock now dripping all over your tits and sternum, and you can hear him gasping for air - trying not to choke as he still has Santi’s dick in his mouth.

With Santi' thick thighs having moved a bit away from you, there's just enough room now to tilt your head back further into the mattress. The angle is beyond awkward and strains your neck, but it's absolutely worth it as you see Santi's hips thrusting up, his cock red and almost visibly throbbing while he fucks Frankie's throat - the pepper and salt curls of his pubes soaked with Frankie's drool that's dripping down Santiago's length.

You whine as you fuck your fingers harder, thumb directly on your clit now, and your nipples so hard from the friction of his fingers teasing them. It’s clear that Frankie is desperately fighting his refractory period, riled up and eager for a release so he can come on your tits, even though all three of you know it's very unlikely to happen. 

He suddenly pulls off Santi's cock as he gasps for air - two, three quick breaths, his lips almost impossibly slick - and he is just in time to put his mouth back on him before Santi erupts. Seconds later, you hear that familiar groan from Santiago as he comes hard, cursing up a storm, and you see the drops spilling from Frankie’s swollen lips as a visual betrayal of Santi’s release. It’s the last visual you have as your cunt tightens and you come hard on your own fingers, a gasped cry that starts out as Frankie’s name but morphs into something nonsensical as you can’t take your eyes off the guys.

Frankie’s full body slumps, no longer able to hold himself up, and you feel his overheated stomach brush your forehead as he lets go of your tits. You're pretty sure he didn't come, as he's clearly exhausted, needing to accept the defeat of his urge to climax again, but still being gifted Santi's release in his mouth.

"Jesus Christ, Frank," Santi's voice croaks as you close your eyes, trying to catch your breath while you hear and feel the guys rearrange themselves into more comfortable positions. "Give it to her," he adds a moment later, with that raspy sound that always gives you goosebumps, and you feel Santi's hand tap your cheek softly along with his demand. "Open up, hermosa."

You open your eyes when you feel Frankie's thumb tug slightly at your lower lip, and you stare up at him - the glorious mess of his face, his hair revealing how Santi clearly had his hands buried in those curls. Brown eyes still watering, multiple bodily fluids slick on his nose and lips, and his eyes asking you silently for permission. 

You nod mutely as you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and then at last receive that prize he's passing on. Slick and plentiful, tasting a bit of him but mostly of Santiago, who curses again as he watches Frankie feed his cum to you.

"Fuuuck."

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Dom current slash smut please🙏

A/n: This is kind of short and I had better ideas for this but got tired half way through so I apologize

Warnings: Smut, riding, sweet to rough sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

After a long day of work all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep for a week, but Slash had other plans to help you destress.

With his hands planted firmly on your hips he guided you up and down his cock as he leaned back against the bedframe. "That's a good girl, taking me so good... fuck, just like that." He praised.

You were straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck while he moved you nice and slow. You'd pictured a relaxed night of cuddles and kisses, this was much better. His cock stretched you out so good, veins dragging against your gummy walls while his tip repeatedly hit that spot that made your vision go white.

Your eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in moans. "That's it, just let me make you feel good." He purred, leaning closer to kiss up your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access, a hand lacing through his hair and holding him there.

He began rolling his hips up into yours, only making your moans louder but it didn't matter since it was just the two of you at home. "Fuck, Slash... just like that." You mumbled, he liked when you thought you had some control. He was moving you, he was fucking you on his cock, you were just there to be his fleshlight.

"I know, sweetheart, I know exactly what you want, just take it." He answered, hot breath fanning over your neck as he started moving faster. Your breathing picked up with his pace, grip on him tightening.

Your moans fell right onto his ears, his favourite sound. His hold on your hips grew tighter as well, forcing you down on his cock harder to make you whine. He sucked on your neck, nipping at the sensitive spots that made your nails dig into his shoulder.

Your hips bucked helplessly, aching for more but you were already pulsing around him. "You can touch yourself, sweetheart." He assured, lips travelling up, caressing the shell of your ear. "Had a bad day, deserve everything you want." You didn't have to be told twice, hand already slipping between you two, fingers finding your clit and rubbing yourself nice and slow, mismatching with his pace completely.

"Ah! Oh fuck, Slash, I-I can't- can I- can I cum? Please, I've been such a good girl." You pleaded, to which he chuckled at.

"Been a very good girl, haven't you?" He said, pulling away to look at you. His own face was flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly, the slight jiggle of his tits every time he moved you. You gawked but you knew it was taking a lot for him to not focus only on your chest, to throw you on your knees and fuck your own tits. "Think you deserve to cum on me? What about my day?"

You raised a brow at him. "Your day?" You asked softly, hand sputtering in its movements on your clit.

"My day, sweetheart." He said, lifting you up and laying you down on your back. "My day was great until you came home sulking." He said through gritted teeth, his thrusts getting rougher. He held your hips in place now, pinning them to the bed. "Could've used a good girl to make me feel good, gotta break you down a little." Your breathing got heavier, you loved when he was sweet with you, but getting to end your day like this wasn't so bad.

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[icumpinkglitterxo]

hes gonna take it like a good boy

[lilacdreams1010]

[iwillfightgodandwin]

Me, an aroace "can there please be more platonic fanfic?"

Fanfic writers *punching me in the face* "no, how dare you they're gay"

[ghostbustting]

hiiii, can you please please please do slash x Guns N’ Roses assistant?

╰┈➤ “𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬„ ๋࣭⭑

Saul “Slash” Hudson x Reader

Contains Smut

“This is a one time thing.”

Slash’s voice and grunts along with the sound of skin meeting skin in repeat are the only thing that fills my ears as I lay underneath him on what’s supposed to be my work desk, trying to control my breath while the pressure of his member that pushed in and out of me in repeat like an endless loop takes control of every sense I have, my chest heaving up and down.

I couldn’t help but chuckle between breathy moans, “You’ll be saying that again for the next few years I work here.” I say with a tired smirk.

He only sigh and glance down to where we are connected perfectly well like two missing pieces of a puzzle, he moved his rough fingers, which I figured were from his guitar playing, to wrap around my throat, the pressure his hand had earned a short gasp from my red lips which are swollen from all the interaction with his own lips.

“Shut up..” He grunted and I swore I could die in his arms by the time his other hand met my hips and held it tightly as his hips’ movement starts to accelerate, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

Fuck, how is this man real?..

My moans only went louder when the hand he had around my throat went to one of my breasts that’s been slipped past my bra and unbuttoned shirt and he leaned down to wrap his oh so beautiful lips around my nipple, his soft yet hot tongue coating my skin with his saliva.

One of my hand reached up to hold onto his hair, my fingers getting tangled in his gorgeous curly hair.

A small whimper leave my lips, “F-fuck..” My legs shifts to wrap around him, locking his still moving hips against mine, while my other hand also shifts to place the lollipop I held between my lips.

“How can you-” He cut himself off with his own groan as he pick up his pace, “How can you eat a lollipop right now?” His breath

I slip the stick out again and let out yet another breathy moan, ”How can I not?” My lips became glossy and sweet from the lollipop when he leaned down to kiss me yet again, my lips too numb at this point to even understand how to move against his.

This feels wrong.. No, not the lollipop. What cringed me is the whole ‘fucking the guitarist of the band I work for’ shenanigan, god that sentence is a mouthful. Not only that, It’s the fact that I actually enjoy the way his fucking cock fits well and hits every right spots in me.

The way his grunts will harmonize together along with my small whimpers and breathy moans. The way his eyes holds an intense gaze all the way to my own.

He pull back from the kiss and grab my lollipop, I watch with hazy eyes as he bite the red candy off the stick, throwing the plastic stick away. I roll my eyes and mumble, “Party pooper..”

Just then, the phone I had on my desk rings. Slash’s eyes meets mine in a sharp gaze, almost threatening me from answering, all while still thrusting into me. I smirk and grab the phone from the receiver, bringing it up to my ear. “Hello, this is Alan Niven’s assistant speaking, how may I help you?” I manage to voice out without any hint of filth in my voice.

I can hear him grunt as he speed up his thrusts, trying to break the steadiness of my voice with how hard and fast he’s thrusting into me.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I hummed into the phone at whatever the fuck the person was saying, I wasn’t even paying full attention. My eyes stays fixated on Slash’s, still in the same intense eye contact.

“You sent a mail?” I ask to the person, my other hand reach around my desk for where the pile of mails are supposed to be, covering the phone a little so I can let out a heavy breath without the person hearing it.

I manage to take the mail and open it with one hand, quickly reading through it while I feel my walls clenching around Slash’s cock. Taking deep breaths, I spoke to the phone again. “So.. you want… Guns N’ Roses to open for your new band?..”

Before the person can even answer, Slash took the phone and yelled into it, “We’re not interested, thanks!” Then he slammed it back onto the receiver, making me groan in annoyance.

“What the fuck—”

I was cut off short when he took two of his fingers and shoved them past my swollen lips, “Focus. On. Me.” He demanded, “Fucking tease..” He grunted.

I tried to speak around his fingers but they ended up muffled as he’s the one that’s chuckling now. “You whore.. fucking around with the band guitarist..” He spat, his other hand moving to rub circles gently on my clit, my moans became more desperate and loud yet muffled by his fingers.

A small chuckle leave his lips, seeing my vulnerable position, my work outfit looking rather filthy with how it now exposes what’s supposed to be private parts of me to him. “You know, the groupies out there don’t got shit on your sweet little pussy..” He said, slowly slipping his fingers out of my mouth.

His fingers slides out with a strand of saliva connecting from my glossy lips and the tip of his fingers. I cough and whimper, “I know. I’m that great.” I manage to utter out.

“You’ve got a big ego for an assistant.”

I let out a small scoff and arch my back from the desk as I feel my walls tightening around his girth even more, small whines leaving my lips as I look down at how his cock thrust in and out of my hole, feeling slightly dizzy.

I look up to see him smirking down at me, “You’re close aren’t you?” His voice was filled with playfulness, clearly enjoying how I’m squirming underneath him.

I nod, humming a little as my mouth struggles to utter out a word.

“C’mon, cum for me, baby.” He tapped on my thigh, accelerating his hips movement to encourage the urge in me to release.

With deep breaths, I throw my head back and let myself relax before my pussy clench even tighter around him and one more loud moan made it’s way out of me while I had the most intense release ever, my legs shaking. "Fuck fuck fuck..!" I cried out.

Not long, the guitarist follow close and fill his seeds right in my throbbing slick hole, making me feel full with his cum and my own that slowly drips down onto my desk when pulls out of me.

While I try to recover from the intense sex we had, Slash took the moment to look down at my pathetic position laying on the desk, my sweaty chest heaving up and down, my hair disheveled, my desk messy, and cum dripping down my thighs.

He sighs and run a hand through his curls, “Yea alright, I guess this won’t be a one time thing..”

[mortifiedkaz]

phone sex

contents: smut, dom!slash x sub!femreader, dirty talk

word count: 930

p.s if u have any requests don’t be afraid to ask

You’ve been extremely horny lately, feeling extra bad for your boyfriend. You wanted to let him know that you loved him and not lusted over him, but you couldn’t control your high sex drive. This never really happened when you weren’t in a relationship, but now that you’re dating slash.. it’s like heaven. You called him a bit late every day because he always arrived at a hotel after a busy gig with his band.

You decided to call him, you couldn’t get your mind off of him. You heard the phone ring a few times in your ear before a familiar voice came to the phone.

“Hey sweetheart,” Slash said softly.

“Hi my love” you replied.

Even his voice was so angelic to you. God, it drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you guys were on call for an hour and a half. It was now 9pm and your panties randomly got soaked, a wave of horniness hitting you like a brick. You let out a low whine, the weird sensation pooling in your core. Your heart started to pound in your chest, your chest heaving. “Are you alright?” He asked in the same soft tone. “Mhm just a bit horny,” you confessed. He let out a deep chuckle at your confession without a word, which only made your arousal worse.

You weren’t usually a bold type of person, but you couldn’t help but to think about how you would love to get him hard by being straightforward. “I want you inside of me so badly,” you murmured. He groaned at your words, “You’re going to make me hard” he gritted through his teeth. “Good, I wanna make you hard” you say, your hand resting on top of your boob. Your words caused a bulge to grow in his pants, and the relaxed silence grew to sexual tension.

You couldn’t help but to grind against your blanket, whimpering needily. “What’re doin’ right now?” You ask. “Rubbing myself,” he replied. You could hear how heavy his breathing was and the sound of faint rustling. His hand traced over his leather-covered hard on as he focused on the sound of your voice. You just giggled mischievously, loving the sound of him getting turned on. “I wanna feel you” he moaned out softly. “Me too,” you croaked out, feeling yourself twitch inside of your soaked panties.

Before you knew it, your phone was on your other pillow and two of your fingers were plunged inside of your wet heat. His hand was rubbing up and down his shaft as you let out soft moans. The thought of him fucking you and stretching you open drove you crazy. He grunted and groaned, listening to your every sound. “I love you,” he said with a shaky breath. “I love you too” you managed to moan out in response.

Your moans gradually became louder, and his groans became more frequent. “Fuck,” he groaned out as he came. You were surprised from how fast he came, you weren’t even halfway done. But you continued either way, needing to finish. He continued stroking anyways. “I need you to ride me so badly,” he grunted. “I wanna feel you inside of me” you whined. Your fingers curled and your body convulsed. You came, moaning loudly. This caused him to have another orgasm, hearing him grunting and groaning as you panted lightly from your orgasm.

You sat there debating on whether to cum again, your pussy was still wet yet you were somewhat tired. Oh well, he came twice as well. You started again, your pussy feeling almost numb but sensitive from your last orgasm. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes and imagine your fingers were his cock, your fingers plunging in and out of your hole faster at the thought. He was still masturbating, barely any noise coming out of him this time. As you were halfway done with your orgasm, you heard him cuss under his breath once again. “Fuck, I love you” he gasped out as he came. You giggled and kept going as he relaxed and regained composure.

It was hard to cum, your fingers sore. All you could do was moan and attempt to go faster. Dirty words and pleas spilled out of your mouth uncontrollably. “I feel so bad for continuing while you’re exhausted,” you say to him. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. Keep going” he muttered. You listened to him, your orgasm coming closer and closer. “What are you doing now?” You ask in curiosity for the last time. “Rubbing myself again while listening to you,” he responded. You let out a “hmm” noise as an ‘I understand’.

“I wanna suck on your clit so badly, make you cum in my mouth” he said slowly. For some reason, this threw you off of the edge. Your back arched and you came harder than ever before, crying out in pleasure. “Oh, slash, oh fuck,” is all that comes out of your mouth, cum & arousal flooding your fingers as it drips down onto the sheets. He chucked in enjoyment as he heard you gasp and cry out in pleasure. Afterwards, you both sat there in the aftershock. Your legs shaked yet you were still able to put on your pants. He agreed to put on his pants as well and laid back down afterwards.

“You mean so much to me baby,” he mutters out lovingly, his voice laced with exhaustion.

“You mean everything to me,” you mutter back out in response before rolling over and drifting off to sleep out of exhaustion.

[p0rnd3aler]

I have a new cringe niche horny interest which is unfortunately that cursed slasher fic webcomic that everybody has been getting ads for 😔

I don’t even like the slashers I like this fucking loser

making fan art of him as we speak 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 will probably write smut abt him later

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 19: Thigh Riding

Warnings: smut, lazy sex, thigh riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

Slash loved the most boring movies ever, at least you thought so.

He was into a lot of horror movies which were fun but he’d also make you sit through documentaries on animals and dinosaurs and snakes -one night BMX was the topic, you had to take away sex for a week after that one.

He had his interests and would sit silently while watching them, staring in almost a daze. It was a good way to distract him but you were so bored when you’d watch with him.

You were on the couch with him, leaning against his side with your head on his shoulder, his arm thrown over your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

He let out a sigh of contentedness while you groaned out of boredom. He didn’t notice, too focused on his dinosaurs, you knew you’d be hearing about this same thing later anyway.

However, the documentary took a turn and started showing the life of terawhateverthefuckapus and how *in a heavy British accent* “their eggs come to be”. Watching dino’s fuck was not on your list of things to do today.

Slash seemed unfazed but it gave you an idea on how to get rid of your boredom, a grin finding its way onto your face.

You were subtle about it at first, leaning closer and nuzzling in more until you were fully sat in his lap, shifting to face him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, still resting your head on his shoulder as you began rolling your hips, rubbing yourself on his thick jean clad thigh.

It took him some time to figure out what you were doing but when he did he didn’t stop you, only wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands soon finding your hips and guiding your movements.

He placed a few gentle kisses on your cheek or temple, the top of your head, your neck, wherever he could reach without moving too much.

He helped you out of your clothes when he heard you whining, desperate for more. He groped your chest, pinched your nipple between his calloused fingers, anything to help you.

“M’sorry I didn’t pay more attention to you.” He mumbled into your ear, the documentary coming to an end. He knew you got off on his voice, it came in handy when he was off on tour and you were so close now, he had to help you, didn’t he? “Just-just be a good girl for me and make a mess in my lap, yeah?”

As if on command you fell that knot coming undone, a warm pleasure flooding your body. You melted into him on the couch, twitching at his gentle touches as you came down from the high.

“Mh, good job, sweetheart… m’proud of you, but next time just tell me, alright?” You nodded nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

[ginsengkittensecondary]

his low rise pants HELLO?!

[buggy9291]

Leather 🎉🎉🎉

[icumpinkglitterxo]

good boy

warnings: weed, high sex, oral (f receiving), handjob x, praise, subby slash :3

a/n: hes actually a little bitch

enjoy ★

It was a Saturday night, and you were at home, waiting for your food to be delivered and watching TV. You were taking a break from going out and drinking and partying and having sex with whatever rockstar you could. You get up when there's a knock on your door, thinking it was your food.

You open the door, "Slash?"

He smiles nervously. You had never seen him this nervous before. "H-hey, um, sorry for just showing up," he was barely making eye contact. He must be sober. You shrug and step to the side, "its fine, it's not like im doing much anyway."

He comes in and shuts the door, "you look different," he says whilst taking in your appearance.

You blush and look down. You were in pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt. Your hair was slightly messy, and you weren't wearing any makeup or perfume. It was the complete opposite of what he was used to. Usually, you were dressed in crop tops and mini skirts or short shorts. "Oh, yeah, um...I just thought I'd stay home tonight and relax," you shrug. He smiles nervously, "yeah, I get it."

You walk back over to your couch and sit down, gesturing him to follow. "So, why'd you come over?" He blushes and stays quiet for a little while, "the first and last time i met you, all we did was fuck, and it was right before a show so I basically left as soon as we were done, and I felt bad about that, because I'm not actually that kind of guy...I tried looking for you after the show but, I couldn't find you anywhere," he pauses and looks up at you, you could tell how nervous he was, which confirmed that he was sober. "I came over because I want to get to know you...whether that leads to just a nice night, us becoming friends, anything. I just know I want to get to know you."

You smile, "Slash, that's so sweet... I wanna get to know you too," he blushes again and smiles nervously. "Slash?" He looks up, "y-yeah?"

You smile sympathetically, "do you want some weed?" He nods almost immediately. You get up and go to your room, looking through your underwear drawer for it. A few minutes later you come back into the livingroom and roll a joint for you to share.

As he gets high, he gets less nervous, and the two of you spend the night talking about yourselves and getting to know one another, the weed making you tell more personal things than you normally would. You could tell, though, that you could be comfortable around him. That he wouldn't judge you. You felt safe with him.

You spend the night talking and laughing over stupid shit and sharing the food you ordered. A bit into the night, you start noticing him shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

You look down and notice the bulge growing in his pants. You giggle a little, "uh, do you want some help?"

He blushes, "shit, I'm sorry...weed tends to -" he trails off when he notices you moving closer to him. You get up and straddle him, "keep talking" He lets out a quiet whimper, thinking you didn't hear. He clears his throat, "weed makes me sensitive," he mumbles. You look down at him, then start to kiss down his neck.

He whines softly, "... fuck."

You look up at him and lean down to kiss him. He immediately melts into the kiss, his hands finding your waist. You and Slash had slept together before, and he was usually rough. But this time, his touch was so gentle, delicate, almost as if he was afraid to touch you.

You pull away and look down at him, "don't be shy..." He looks up, "but I am," his voice is almost a whisper. You smile and bring a hand down to his stomach. His breath hitches.

You pull his hard cock out of his leather pants, knowing he never wore underwear. He leans his head back and lets out a shaky breath.

You start to move your hand slowly, feeling him twitch in your hand. He lets out a soft whine. You stop and look up at him. The sounds he would make when the two of you had sex were always low moans, groans and grunts. This was different.

You start to move your hand again at a quicker pace. He moans, but it was much higher and whinier than what you had heard before. His hand moves to your thigh, "f-fuck," he squirms as you move your hand faster. You look down at him. He looks right back up at you with the neediest little look.

He keeps staring up at you, squirming and whining while you move your hand faster, "you gonna cum?" He nods, "close, close, hah- please- I'm so close," he moans loudly, much higher pitched than you had heard before.

"Go on," you smile down at him. His back arches slightly and his eyes roll back as he cums all over your hand. You keep moving your hand at the same speed, feeling him twitch.

When you stop, you get off his lap and sit beside him. You look up at him, "on your knees."

He doesn't hesitate and immediately gets off the couch and settles between your legs on the floor. He pulls your pyjama pants down, followed by your panties. He looks up at you. You nod, "go ahead..." He starts lapping at your folds, alternating between sucking your clit and sticking his tongue in your hole.

You grab a fistful of his hair, holding him down. You were practically riding his face, moaning out random praises. "Fuck, don't stop!" He starts sucking on your clit and sticks two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. You moan slightly louder, "oh fuck, that's it, good boy," he whines, sending vibrations through your body.

You look down at him and see him staring up at you through his eyelashes, "yeah? You like that?" He moans against your clit, sending more vibrations through your body. "Fuck- hah- don't stop!" You cry out louder as you squirt all over his face.

When he pulls away, you pull him up, "you're such a good boy," he whines again. You lean in and kiss him, then pull away.

You both realise you're not entirely sure what to do now. "So...do you wanna stay over...?" You ask awkwardly. He smiles and nods, pulling you close and kissing you again. He was clearly more comfortable now.

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Cookie...

Why do I feel threatened into giving him a cookie?