Feb 27, 2025
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Out in the Cold
Slash x ex-girlfriend reader - Summary: You were having a cozy night at your new place. You'd moved out of L.A. to move away from your ex, Slash. You were surprised when he knocked on your door and said his flight was canceled due to wrather. With nowhere to go, you let him in…
warnings: smut, some angst, two people one blanket?, dom Slash, (f!) fingering, face fucking, rough sex, slight cockwarming, aftercare
A/N: This was the last one I did for smutmas and I was running out of ideas. I took some inspiration from posts by @slashes-slut. Hope you all like it!
word count: 2.8k
It was that time of the year, candles, decor, Christmas and the holidays. You'd settled down for the night on your soft couch, perched in front of the TV.
This was your first Christmas in your new home.
You moved out of L.A. a handful of months ago due to a breakup with the lead guitarist of Guns N Roses, Slash.
He wasn't abusive, you just couldn't escape is presence in L.A. When he broke up with you he said some very hurtful words and you just wanted to get away from it all.
You had opened a bag of your favorite snack, holding it in one hand with a strong drink in the other. Basically everything was just right, you were content.
That was until a loud knock sounded on your door. Even though you were warm inside, it was stormy and cold outside.
Deciding to ignore it only made the knocks more aggressive. You set your snack down and grumbled on your way to the door.
All you had wanted was to spend the night alone. Just you, a drink, a snack and some Christmas movies.
You opened the door, only made more annoyed by the sight that was none other than your ex-boyfriend, Slash.
Before he could get a word out, you immediately shut the door in his face.
“Wait! Wait! Please open the door!” he immediately pleaded.
“No.” you said strongly from the other side.
He continued, “My flight got cancelled and I'm stuck here. All of the hotels are full and I know no one else in the state. Please.”
You thought about it for a moment. Things had not ended well between you two and you had moved away specifically to get away from seeing him all the time.
Slash looked pathetic, he was drenched and carried an equally wet suitcase. At this time of night, in this weather, you knew that no cabs were coming by.
As much as you hated him, you couldn't bring yourself to let him freeze to death even if you were tempted.
Your arms crossed and your voice held bite, “Fine.”
Opening the door for him you already were regretting your choice. His face lit up. Repeated thanks tumbled out of his mouth as you glared at him.
You let out a sigh as you noticed just how sopping wet he was, "Stay here. You need dry clothes."
Grumbling to yourself you searched through your closet for something that might fit him.
You ended up finding something suitable, walked back out and shoved it into his hands,
"Here. Go to the bathroom. Change." Your tone was clipped and your intonation flat.
You were making no attempt to hide your distaste at him being here.
This was yours. This was your place, not his, and he was invading.
Slash removed his shoes and disappeared down the hallway to the bathroom.
Stalking back to the living room you threw yourself down onto the couch. This was going to be a long night.
He returned a few minutes later in the clean, dry clothes you'd given him.
"Do not sit next to me. Other side of the couch."
He retreated to the spot you indicated, bowing his head slightly. He knew you wouldn't be thrilled to see him but he didn't realize you would be this upset.
"I-um, food?" he croaked out.
He hadn't eaten since his last layover, which was hours ago. You nodded to the kitchen, your eyes never leaving the TV, "Leftovers are in the fridge."
Slash stood quietly and padded to the kitchen. You ignored his presence as he heated up some of yesterdays dinner. He plopped down again shortly after.
"I- uhm," he began to speak.
Turning your full attention to him, clearly annoyed you snapped "After all of what you said and how things ended, at least speak to me with your full fucking chest."
His face turned pink with embarrassment and he looked down at the floor.
Taking a deep breath he spoke louder, but still shaky, "I'm cold. Do you have a blanket please?"
You came to a realization. Since you were living alone and knew no one here yet, there was no need for you to have more blankets than the one on your bed and the one you kept on your couch.
The one currently covering you.
Silently cursing yourself you explained, grinding out the words. "I don't have another blanket. Guess we need to share."
He did look quite cold and even though you despised him, hypothermia was not the best way to show your anger.
You sharply waved him over tugging your blanket to share.
He did his best to try not to touch you, he knew what you were like when you were mad and he didn't want more than he was already getting.
He did have to admit to himself that it was hot. He sat next to you, lost in thought.
Slash knew things had not ended well. He knew he yelled at you and insulted you. He had said awful things about you that he could never take back even though he wanted to.
He was on drugs, he was erratic. Then he got diagnosed with a heart condition just after you moved away because of his drug use.
He'd been sober for a while and it made him realize how much he missed you, how much he hurt you.
He hated himself for it, and you a little for not realizing how deep in addiction he was. His mind continued on this spiral as yours went in another direction entirely.
You were seething.
How did he have the right to show up here and ask to be let in? Worse than that, why the fuck did you let him in. You were still processing the breakup, you thought he was the love of your life at one time.
You needed to calm down.
Slash had become aware of how tense you were and was doing his best to make himself smaller. In this attempt, his hand brushed against your arm.
That spark he always felt between you, struck him. He mumbled a sorry, but all you could focus on was how cold his hand was.
"How long were you outside?" you demanded.
He spoke sheepishly "Outside the airport for a while, the cab ride was long and cold, I waited 15 minutes outside of your front door to get the courage to knock."
You stared at him "Jesus you are so stupid sometimes." You said it mostly with spite, but there was a little humor lodged somewhere in there.
He glanced away from you, "I'm not stupid," he muttered.
You rolled your eyes. Your anger was reaching a fever pitch.
Standing up your voice rose, "You come to my house, wear my clothes, eat my food and steal my blankets. It's my house, I'll call you what I want!"
Slash watched you with wide eyes, fuck, this confirmed he wasn't over you. All he could do was sit there and try to be quiet.
You continued, "I built this space without you, and you think what?! You can just invade it?"
He stood up next to you, finally you thought he was going to fight. You would finally be able to get the last word.
How wrong you were when he turned to you and leaned in. It was the most tender thing he had done in a long time.
You froze.
You froze before kissing him back. Melting into his body like not a day had gone by since you were together, you felt somewhat at peace.
You became more aggressive against his mouth and he matched you.
Slash took control of the kiss, tongue wresting with yours. He pinned you back down against the couch.
Your hands groped him, grabbing onto his chest and crotch. His hands scrabbled against your clothes, getting your top off.
He took a moment to admire you hungrily, he had missed this sight. Your hands took no time from palming him through his jeans to undoing the button and zipper.
You got him out of his jeans quickly. He had on no boxers, not that you were surprised. You stroked his length while you looked up at him.
Mouth parted, shallow panting and a mess of curls. Hands cradled the back of your head; you knew what he wanted. You were going to make this difficult for him on purpose.
You made small licks over the tip, teasing him. The moment you took the head in your mouth, Slash thrust in roughly. Holding your head there he listened to you gag a little. He made eye contact,
"And if you want me to stop?" You tapped three times on his thigh, it was the safeword for when you were unable to speak.
You would never admit it to him but you were excited.
You continued to gag a little until he pulled almost all the way out.
He jolted back in. Hard.
Slash gave you no room to breathe, he kept bringing your mouth and down his length, face fucking you.
You were growing agitated. Wetness had begun to pool in your panties and you squirmed. Letting you squirm, Slash took pleasure in your impatience.
You had begun to whine around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.
When you started to reach down with one hand to your cunt he redirected it back to his thigh.
You whined more.
He choked out, "Princess, m'gonna cum if you keep doing that."
Slash fucked your face harder, solely focused on his orgasm. Gagging around him only encouraged him as he watched as a few teardrops dripped from your eyes. He groaned more and you made out the words:
"Swallow it all," before he came down your throat.
He held your face to his pelvis, bush getting in your face a little, he twitched and his cum shot down your throat. Focusing on trying not to gag, you were able to swallow it all.
Slash's chest heaved and he slid himself out of your mouth.
Your lips were pink and swollen, cheeks glistening with a few tears. Slash tucked himself back into his jeans even as he started to get hard again.
He knew it would take a moment for him to continue and Slash knew what he wanted as he surveyed the rest of you.
Your shirt was off and your chest was flushed, your eyes were filled with lust as you looked up at him from your position on the couch.
He sat down and lifted you onto his lap. He stripped your pants and panties off of you, exposing your cunt.
Damn, he had missed this.
He slowly moved you to straddle his thighs, leaving space for his hand in between your legs. Your annoyed voice interrupted his thoughts,
"Get on with it."
He muttered under his breath, "Brat." as he brought his index finger to your core.
You raised an eyebrow, "Excuse you?"
He smirked, "Just relax and enjoy, okay princess?"
He pushed the finger inside of you slowly. That made you stop talking quickly.
You let out a high pitched moan as the finger was inserted. He angled it and curled it, instantly hitting that spot.
He knew your body just as well as you knew it and that was dangerous.
"Already so wet for me, hmm?"
When you nodded vigorously he pushed in another finger. They stretched you and put more pressure on that spot.
"Good girl."
You whimpered at the praise.
He placed some oddly gentle kisses to your neck up to your ear. He licked the cartilage of your ear which earned him another noise.
He decided now was a bad time to tell you, but it might be the best opportunity.
"I'm sorry I fucked up. I was so deep in my addiction. I'm clean now. I miss you being mine."
Ending his words with a kiss to your temple he moved his fingers faster again.
Between whines you managed to get out, "I fucking hate that I still love you."
Joy surged through him, hope too. He added his thumb to your clit and his lips to your nipples.
He licked and sucked, providing just enough stimulation but not an overwhelming amount.
Your body arched into him, into his mouth and onto his fingers. Your hips matched the rhythm of his hand.
You were beginning to get closer, Slash could tell by the way you clenched around him and the way your breath became shallow.
Slash ignored his own desire and resisted the urge to just fuck you. His cock was right there, just twitching next to your cunt.
He continued his ministrations and you reached your orgasm. He held you to him, holding you upright while your body convulsed.
You were enveloped in him, in his scent, in his breath, in all of him. Your whole body tingled while pleasure overtook you.
He helped you ride it out on his fingers, slowing the motions.
He stood, taking you with him. "Where are we going?" you slightly slurred.
"Remember the safeword?" he asked, secretly slightly afraid of the answer. What if you'd forgotten about him, he thought. That idea scared him.
"Unfortunately I do."
He waited for you to repeat it to him.
"Gingerbread."
The moment you said gingerbread confirmed he switched to holding you up with one arm.
With the other Slash hastily shoved his pants from down around his mid-thigh to above his knees.
Without warning he shoved himself into you. He fucked into you roughly, pounding himself deep inside.
His tip hit your cervix, making you even more sensitive than you were. Slash paused for a moment and you whined.
"Continue."
He silently moved one hand down to your thigh, angling it up and over his shoulder. He did the same with the other.
You were basically folded in half as he resumed his rough thrusts. Slash was hitting that spot that made you see stars as well as your cervix.
You cried out, hands trying to find something to grab onto- they landed in his hair.
You pulled and he groaned, only going faster. You were a blubbering mess while he bounced you up and down on his cock.
His grip on your waist tightened. It might even leave a bruise, you thought excitedly.
Slash was whining now, too. Your orgasm started which triggered his.
The two of you lost in each other. Your body flailed and his body shook. Your voices cried out in tandem.
He never stopped bouncing you and only slowed when he felt you relax. Slash collapsed back onto the couch, keeping you on his lap with his cock inside you.
Your mind was blank, his was barely functioning. He reached onto his wrist and grabbed a hair tie. He took your hair in his hands and tied it up for you.
He did a once over of your body to make sure you were okay. He winced slightly at the red marks he left on your waist,
"You okay?" Slash's hands caressed your body and you made a little noise in response.
"Mhm"
He slid his jeans off all the way, the two of you now fully naked, him still inside you.
"You did so well," he cooed, "Took me so well, princess."
He laid down on his back on the couch. He would clean everything up tomorrow but for now he wanted to be near you.
Slash settled you on top of him, grounded on his chest. He grabbed the blanket the two of you were using earlier and draped it over you.
He played with your hair and you were quickly asleep. He fell asleep not long after.
The next morning he woke up early, slightly dazed as to where he was. All of what happened hit him at once.
Being careful not to wake you he slid out from under you, his cock making making a wet noise as he pulled it out of you.
Slash immediately got to work. He cleaned himself up, started cooking breakfast and returned to you.
He held a damp washcloth and began to wipe you down. You awoke to the feeling, you glared at him slightly.
You were still angry at him but the sex last night helped. Knowing the reason for why he acted the way he did helped too.
You let him clean you up, "Y'know, if you let me do whatever I want to you, I'll consider forgiving you."
He smirked at you, bordering on a grin "Try me, princess."
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Link to my intro where the rest of smutmas is!
𝗦𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆
summary: Your boyfriend Steven Adler seems to be clingier than usual tonight.. :)
warnings: 18+/NSFW/SMUT, but also fluff :3 fingering, unprotected p in v (i should start adding them putting on condoms ffs), some dirty talk, marking.
w.c: 15k
taglist: @cherrypopidol / @sidecherrypop @onthenighttrain ->request
The Whisky was packed tonight, though it was nothing new. People’s laughter and conversations were as loud as ever, and the whole room smelled like cigarette smoke, beer, and spilled Jack Daniel’s. Someone had shoved more than five tables together in the back, which meant half of Los Angeles seemed to be squeezed around them. Roadies, girlfriends, random friends nobody could remember inviting; it was impossible to tell where one group ended and another began.
Slash chuckled as he lit a cigarette ‘’No, man, Hendrix absolutely would’ve hated half the stuff on the radio right now.”
Duff laughed, taking another drink. “You say that like you knew him.”
“Maybe I did.”
“Yeah?” Steven snorted beside you. “You weren’t even old enough to shave.”
Across the table, Izzy shook his head with the smallest smile. Axl was halfway through telling a story that had everyone laughing because he kept acting out different voices.
You’d known the guys long enough that being around them didn’t feel intimidating anymore, and once you captured Steven’s heart, you also captured theirs. They treated you like family; a very loud, dysfunctional family that were the sweetest to you, even if sometimes they liked teasing you and Steven wherever you both got too clingy.
Which tonight was happening.
Steven had already had enough drinks to get affectionate. But he wasn’t sloppy, just happy.
Very happy.
He sat beside you with one arm draped over your chair, occasionally burying his face in your shoulder and neck like he couldn’t quite believe you were there, making you giggle as it tickled you when he inhaled your scent.
‘’You smell good,” he mumbled into your hair for probably the third time all evening.
You laughed softly. “You’ve said that already.”
He smiled ‘’Can’t help it, baby. I love your perfume’’ he bit down softly on your earlobe, making you yelp and giggle.
Slash laughed quietly into his beer. “You guys are worse than an old married couple.”
Steven ignored him completely. His hand rested on your thigh beneath the table, squeezing it whenever he laughed at something. Every so often he’d lean over and kiss your neck or your cheek, tuck your hair behind your ear.. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you tonight.
At some point you turned your head towards him, his gaze already on you as he played with the ends of your hair. You smiled a little, getting closer as you spoke so only he could hear, ‘’What’s gotten into you tonight?’’
He smiled back lazily, shrugging one shoulder. ‘’I cant look at my girl no more?’’ he asked, pouting a little.
You laughed quietly ‘’You’re drunk.’’
He nodded a little ‘’Mhm. And you’re so fucking beautiful tonight.’’ he said as he slowly slid his hand that rested on your thigh higher with a little smirk.
You tsked, moving his hand back to where it was. ‘’Where in public, Steve.’’
He leaned in to kiss the side of your mouth, moving to kiss your jaw, and your neck. ‘’Then can we go home?’’
You gently cupped his face, smiling at the happy and drunk look on his face. ‘’You sure you wanna go?’’
He nodded, taking your hand that cupped his jaw in his hand, giving it a kiss, before glancing around the table.
“I love these idiots, but I kinda just wanna be with you.”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully .‘’Okay, then. Let’s go.’’
He stood up immediately, slightly too fast, making you laugh.
Duff noticed first. “Leaving already?”
He wrapped his arm around your waist. “Yep.”
Axl smirked. “Somebody’s got priorities, huh?’’
Steven grinned back at him. “Always.”
“Try not to lose him on the way home,” Izzy said dryly.
“No promises,” you teased.
Steven laughed and pressed a quick kiss to your temple.
You were both giggling like two idiots as you walked into your home. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, barely even letting you take your jacket and heels off as he kept distracting you with his mouth that couldn’t decide between your lips and neck.
"Stop it," you laughed, swatting his chest weakly as your fingers fumbled with your coat buttons. "We just got home,"
"Mhm, and?" Steven hummed against your collarbone, completely unbothered. He helped you with the buttons, tossing it on the floor once he was done, his hands finding your waist and his lips yours, smiling into the kiss.
"Baby," you panted against his lips, hands gripping his shoulders as he lifted you up by your waist. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, giggling as he spun you around in the entryway. "You're gonna drop me.’’
"Oh, what was that?" Steven asked mockingly, pretending to stumble forward dramatically. You yelped, clinging to him tighter as he caught himself, laughing. He walked towards the bedroom, his lips barely catching a break as they left open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder.
"You're so needy tonight," you giggled. He hummed affirmatively, not stopping as he kicked the door to your bedroom open. "That's 'cause I missed my girl." He replied, throwing you onto the bed.
"You always say that," you laughed, trying to sit up and fix your hair. Steven's eyes locked onto yours, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Because its true," he murmured, his hand darting out and grabbing your ankle. You let out a surprised squeal as he pulled you towards him. ‘’Come here.’’
You giggled as he crawled over you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders as he bent down to kiss you. The kiss was clumsy, his nose bumping against yours as he tried to find the right angle, both of you laughing against each other’s lips.
The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands began to roam over your sides and hips. You smiled against his lips, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His thumbs traced lazy circles on your ribs, making you squirm slightly beneath him.
He hummed against your mouth, hands sliding lower to your thighs, squeezing gently as he shifted his weight. His lips left yours to trail down your jaw, then your neck, finding that spot that always made you tilt your head back.
His teeth found your collarbone, sucking the skin just enough to leave a mark. "Mine," he murmured against your skin, moving to the curve of your neck. "All mine."
You bit your lip, chuckling softly as your fingers tightened in his hair. You arched your back as he marked your sensitive skin, a soft moan escaping you. Steven smirked against your neck, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled them tighter around his waist. "Who's the needy one now, huh?"
You scoffed softly, your cheeks flushing. "Shut up," you muttered, pulling him back down by the front of his shirt. Your lips found his in a messy kiss, teeth clicking together as you deepened it quickly. One of your hands left his hair to pull at the hem of his shirt, trying to get it off him.
Steven broke the kiss to yank his shirt off over his head, diving back into the kiss while now reaching for the buttons of your blouse, undoing it as quickly as he could, making you laugh softly into the kiss.
His lips traveled down from your mouth to your collarbone, then lower, pressing kisses along the swell of your chest. Your breathing hitched as his hand slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers tracing up your thigh. The fabric bunched higher as he pushed it up, making you bite your lip hard, trying to muffle any sound that ought to escape.
He kissed his way back up to your mouth, his thumb gently pulling your lip out from between your teeth. His lips crashed against yours in a hungry kiss as his fingers finally slipped beneath the lace of your panties. He murmured against your mouth, "I wanna hear you,"
You chuckled softly into the kiss, the sound muffled by his lips. "Okay," you breathed out, the word barely audible. As soon as it left your lips, his fingers began to move, parting you gently and touching you exactly how you liked it. A shaky gasp escaped you, your head falling back against the pillow.
The sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, mixed with soft moans that you couldn't hold back as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your sensitive spot.
Your hands clenched at the sheets, then moved to his hair, pulling him closer even though he wasn't going anywhere. "Fuck," you gasped out, your hips bucking slightly against his hand.
His fingers moved faster inside you, the sound of it filling the room along with your moans. "You like that? Like when I touch you like this?"
His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, soft and teasing. Your mouth opened but only soft whimpers came out, breathy sounds that you couldn't control.
He chuckled softly. ‘’Want me to fuck you? hm?’’
You nodded eagerly, your hips lifting off the bed to meet his fingers. "Mhm," you managed to gasp out between moans. Steven smiled against your mouth, his fingers now moving slower inside you. "Is that what you want, baby?"
You nodded again, more urgently this time. "Yes," you panted out, "Please. Now."
He smiled at your impatience, his voice low and gentle. "Alright, alright."
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the loss. He wiped them quickly on the inside of your skirt before reaching for his belt, undoing it and his pants with hurried movements.
In his haste, he grabbed the fabric of your panties and ripped them off, tossing them aside, making you yelp and then laugh. "I'll buy you new ones," he promised, kissing you deeply as he lined himself up.
He kissed you deeply, swallowing your gasp as he slowly pushed inside you. His hands gripped your hips gently as he started to move, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "You okay?"
You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. "yeah," you murmured against his lips, your legs tightening around him. Steven began to move faster, setting a rhythm that had you arching into him with each thrust.
He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as he picked up the pace. His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he thrust into you harder, both of your heavy breathing and your soft cries echoing in the room.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned against your neck, biting gently at your skin. Your nails dug into his back as you arched up to meet his thrusts.
He hit that spot inside you perfectly, making your eyes roll back.
"Right there," you gasped out. You squeezed your inner walls around him, a sharp whimper escaping you.
"Yeah? There?" he murmured, adjusting his angle slightly. His pace quickened, thrusts becoming deeper and faster, hitting that spot over and over. Your breathing turned into desperate whimpers, your thighs trembling around his waist. He could feel you getting close, your walls clenching around him.
With one final deep thrust, he burrowed inside you as you both came undone. You cried out, your nails digging into his back, making him wince; his body stiffened as he spilled himself inside you, his forehead falling to rest against your shoulder.
You both lay there for a few moments, both of you gasping for air and coming down from your highs, before you both started giggling softly, the sound filling the room. Steven pulled back to look at you, his hair messy and a huge grin on his face, making you laugh as he started peppering your face with kisses.
Day 2: Somnophilia
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.
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