A/n: finally got to write on a computer, but it gave a space to the start of every paragraph 😔
Warnings: smut, somnophilia, masturbation, Slash cums on readers face, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Kinktober
When you first met Guns they were playing a show at the Cat House, you’d been having a hard day and they managed to cheer you up.
You got to talking with the band, specifically the bassist and lead guitarist, Duff McKagan and Slash respectively. They were looking for a place to stay, their old manager had kicked them out, as well as quitting as their manager. You happened to be looking for roommates, and managing would get you out of your current job which was very quickly draining you, killing you day by day.
Obviously, they accepted. You met the rest of the band the next day at practice where you got to watch them, they offered you their drugs and you accepted, the weed at least. They had their extracurriculars, as you preferred to call their chemical habits, but they were focused on the music, they cared about it, and they were good at it.
That night you took Duff and Slash home, getting them keys to your house and driving them there after. You weren’t all too invested in the scene at the time but you made friends quick, and made sure those friends had friends, anything for Guns to keep you around.
When they started living with you, they both had partners, or regular fuck buddies at the least. Those got switched out and exchanged frequently, but when they really had no one they came to you.
Wanting to keep things professional you said no, repeatedly, assuring them you would if not for your new job associated with them.
One night it wasn’t good enough. They had their set up in the living room, you had a couch and an old mattress on the floor, lots of blankets and pillows for them, plus they got to watch TV all night. They were getting antsy, you didn’t let them do drugs in your house because you didn’t want to take the fall for it, which also meant not having any drugs in the house, not even weed. Usually they had women, but they didn’t have that either.
Slash got up abruptly, it was late, you were sleeping. He crept quietly into your room, being sure he wouldn’t wake you up. He slipped in, Duff followed close behind. You were sprawled out in bed, a fan facing you to combat the terrible LA heat. Also to get past the heat, you never slept in much, a tank top usually sufficed and panties, though it was little coverage it helped to feel less exposed. The door was closed anyway.
They gave each other a quiet look, knowing they were going to hell if they actually did this, and that you’d probably kick them out. Still, they got on the bed, again being careful to not wake you.
When you stirred, they paused and waited for you to stop, but they got their dicks out, using your body as free porn while they jerked off. Occasionally one would grow a little more eager, reaching out to touch you, running a hand up your inner thigh, squeezing your ass, pushing your shirt up higher. It all kept building, they bit the meat of their thumbs to keep from groaning. You shifted in your sleep again, pulling your leg up, ass perched in the air now.
Slash looked to Duff, whose eyes were glued to your near bare cunt. “She’s gonna wake up.” Slash whispered, reading Duff’s mind.
“She’s not gonna wake up.” The blond brushed him off.
“She’s gonna wake up if you do that, she’s gonna hate us and kick us out.”
“She’s gonna wake up if you don’t shut up.” Duff shot him a warning glare before looking back to your sleeping form, reaching out slowly. His long, slender fingers dipped under the band of cloth between your legs and pulled them to the side. They were practically drooling now, your perfect pussy on display for them, already wet. Neither of them questioned if you were already awake, just brushed it off as a good dream. You definitely thought it was.
Duff moved closer, hovering above you. He pinched the fabric with his thumb, both hands now on your ass and spreading you for him. With slight guidance from his free hand he lined his cock up with your cunt, pushing the tip in while watching you for any sign of wakefulness. When he was sure you were asleep he pushed in deeper, stopping every few seconds.
Your breath grew heavy, hips lifting off the mattress the deeper he got. You groaned softly, making them both freeze, attention shooting to your face. Your nose scrunched, but you kept your eyes closed, scared it would all disappear when you opened them.
Your cunt squeezed Duff’s cock, making his hips buck, in turn drawing a moan from you. Duff looked to you, then Slash who was watching intently.
“Dude, if she’s not waking up yet fucking go.” He urged, stroking his own dick faster.
He couldn’t resist. He pulled his hips back and snapped them into you, making your body jolt. Seeing you were still refusing to be awake, he kept going, getting rougher and not bothering to watch his tone. “Fuck, take it just like that.” He groaned, holding your hips tighter.
Slash moved up the bed, kneeling next to your head. He saw your lips parting in silent moans, your nose scrunching slightly. His eyes widened slightly as he realized you weren’t asleep, but he didn’t want to say anything yet, didn’t want to ruin this for him or his bandmate.
He reached down for your face and gently thumbed at your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear. “Just look so innocent like that.” He mumbled, still firmly stroking his cock. “So perfect…” He chuckled softly and looked to Duff. “Could use a little frosting, huh?” Your eyes almost shot open, almost. The dream wasn’t over yet, you weren’t ready for that.
You couldn’t keep your moans silent forever, soft ones leaving you as Duff managed a good rhythm, bringing you closer to the edge. Your gut tightened and you could feel your high creeping up on you, of course neither of them could say anything, tell you to stop, hold on, you just smiled and let them do all the work.
Slash reached for your head, holding it in place. You listened to the soft sounds of his hand on his skin, his heavy breathing through gritted teeth, cock angled just over your face. “She’s gonna cum.” Duff rasped, thrusts losing their rhythm.
“Well, pull out.” Slash huffed, beating red tip leaking onto your cheek.
Duff just shook his head, your moans growing clearer. “Can’t-can’t pull out-” His mouth opened, a sound coming out like there was more to come. As the knot began to slip and unravel inside you, you came, pulsing around him and sucking him in deeper, it sent him over the edge, your pussy filling with his cum.
The blond’s mouth fell, soft moans leaving him speechless. His hips bucked a last few times as he came. Slash’s eyes rolled back, rutting into his hand as he came over your face.
They’re breathing was heavy as they looked over you, seeing how heavy you were breathing, your worn body. “Alright,” Slash spoke, “how long have you been awake?” Duff’s face flushed as your eyes opened and you looked back at his cock still buried in you.
