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
Authors note: 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."
Dilf slash taking care of younger reader while she is drunk 🤭Similiar to your first fic but with dilf slash 🥲🤭🤭
Drunken attitude
summary: You rarely get really drunk, but this night you had really gotten enough and more than that. An unprepared Slash gets you home absolutely hammered and has to get you to bed, just to find out how stubborn drunk you can be.
paring: Older Slash x Reader
warnings: fluff, drunk flirting, references to sexual activities
word count: 5.4k words
a/n: im still alive yay. Sorry for the incredibly long wait anon! hope this is okay🫠 I've been working on this on and off for such a long time and finally decided to finish it. I don't know if I like the ending, might rewrite it someday… It is a Slash fic, but there's a lot of Duff in it too for all of you Duff loving readers on my page<3 enjoy everybody:)
(not proofread as always)
Slash had stopped drinking and smoking a couple of years ago. He had changed his ways of living compared to his wild past. He wasn't craving it, or really missing the feeling. He felt happier and was able to live more in the moment, and actually remember the previous night. Luckily he had also met you. You were quite a lot younger than him, but that wasn't a problem for any of you. He enjoyed your spirit that kept him going, and you loved how experienced at life he was and how he much he cared for you.
You didn't really drink often since you’d much rather share a quiet night with him at home. But today you had been out celebrating one of your friend’s engagement. It had started at her house with some dinner and wine, but as the night had went on you ended out in the city. First you've been at a fancy nightclub with a big ass dance floor and every possible drink in the bar.
Getting drinks was no problem for you either. You had bought the first one or two yourself, and the rest you managed to get from men who thought they had a chance. They didn’t, but you loved a free drink. If they only knew who you had at home.
Later that night, you and some of your friends had stumbled into a bar not far from the club. It was more quiet and low key. You definitely felt the alcohol by now, you were far drunk. You were sitting in a booth with two of your friends who each had found a guy to smooch with. That was way too boring for you, so you stumbled out of the booth and towards the bar, in hopes of scoring another drink.
As you reached the counter of the bar, your shoulder gently bumped into another guy whose back was facing you.
“Sorry…” You mumbled as you stabilized yourself. The longhaired blonde turned around and you were hit with a familiar face.
“Duffyyy…” You exclaimed with a stupidly drunk smile on your lips.
“Woah there- ” He chuckled as you jumped into a hug.
“What are you doing here? Its so funny to see you here.” You said in a happily slurred voice.
“Well, I could ask you the same partygirl. I was just meeting up with an old friend, but you seem to have one heck of a night?” He said with an impressed but surprised expression.
“Yeah well, I was actually out celebrating my friend's engagement, but I’m pretty sure she went home? Now we're here, or some of us are, but they're literally just sitting in the corner, smooching with some guys they found. They're so boring.” You began rambling on in a drunk slurred voice. Duff observed you with a fond amusement.
“Anyways… Are you gonna buy me a drink?” You tried to wheedle him with that extremely carefree and drunk demeanor.
“I don't think you need another one of those Sweetheart.” He said calmly as he watched how you tried to persuade him into buying you another drink.
“Aw, pretty please.. I think one more will do.” You giggled softly.
“How many have you had? Because I'm guessing it's way over your limit already.”
“I don't have a limit… What do you know about limits anyways?” You slurred as you tried to make a point.
He chuckled at your hit at him. “Fair enough.” He put his hands up in surrender. “But I don't think you should drink anymore. Speaking from experience.”
You shook your head with that big drunken smile.
“You want a ride home?” He asked you, knowing that you needed to be stopped for the night.
“Now? No. I'm not going home. I haven't even started yet.” You slurred a bit as you protested him.
Duff raised an eyebrow and shook his head as you protested. "You've started enough.. C'mon, you're drunk."
He laid his hand on your shoulder and began leading you towards the exit of the bar. He knew how stubborn you could be, but he wasn't letting you have another drink.
“Oh you’re so not fuuuun… Why did I find such an old man, with such old and boooring friends…?” You moaned in a complaint as you followed his guidance out the bar.
Duff couldn't help but chuckle a little at your drunk little complaints. He knew you didn't mean it, but hearing you whine like that amused him. He opened the passenger side door of his car and gestured for you to get in, shaking his head with a small smile.
"Yeah yeah, you'll thank me in the morning.. now get in, Princess."
He found it a bit amusing how you were grumbling about everyone tonight, like some kind of grumpy child who wasn't getting their way. It kinda reminded him of Axl back in the days.
You got into his passenger seat and fumbled with the seatbelt. Finally you got it and leaned backwards exhaustively. Duff got in behind the wheel and started the car. He chuckled, turning on a quiet classic rock station, something low. He glanced over at you as he pulled out of the parking spot, your messy hair and half-lidded eyes making him smirk. He knew you'd probably complain on the entire ride, but he was willing to put up with it
"You good?" He asked, voice low and amused.
You groaned dramatically, slumping against the window. "No… I wanna dance… not go to bed like a toddler…"
"You're a bit of a handful when you're drunk, you know that?." He teased softly.
“I am not. I’m very easy. Just buy me a drink and I’ll talk with you. How is that not easy?” You responded baffled, as you began questioning him.
Duff chuckled, shaking his head slightly at your logic. He couldn't help but find you endearing, even when you were drunk and a bit annoying.
"That's your definition of easy, huh?" He teased, his eyes flicking to you for a second before back on the road.
"What happened to Slash’s well behaved and sweet girlfriend? You're a bit feisty today." He teased without looking at you.
“I’m very well behaved… Slash would say the same…” You mumbled back.
“Hm.. Slashhh…” You mumbled, it rolled off your tongue like a lovesick teenager. You scrunched your nose as your lips curled into a smile as you thought of him.
Duff chuckled softly, glancing over at you again. Seeing how your expression softened and the affectionate look on your face when you said his name made him smile.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure he'd agree.." He chuckled and rolled his eyes lightly, amused at your affection for his close friend.
"You know, I still remember when you guys started dating? He came into band practice one day and kept going on and on about the pretty little thing he met.." He smirked and gave you a look before returning his focus back to the road.
“Me..?” You asked surprised. Pointing to yourself.
Duff laughed softly and nodded. "Oh yeah. Couldn’t shut him up about you." He glanced over, grinning slightly.
"First time I ever saw him that nervous. Kept asking me if I thought he was ‘too old’ for you. Like I’d know. Now look at you two, living together. Kinda sweet, actually."
He shook his head, amused. "And yet here you are, drunk and whining about how boring us ‘old men’ are." He teased lightly.
“Aww…” You muttered at thought of him getting nervous about you.
“I really love him Duff… like… He really said that? He’s so sweet…” You mumbled all lovey-dovey, and totally drunk.
Duff chuckled warmly watching you get all mushy about Slash. "Yeah, he said that.. and a lot more."
He shook his head gently, finding it hilarious now how different you were compared to usual. This version of you was like a completely different person compared to your normal ‘sweet and quiet’ self.
"You know, he's gonna kill me when I drop you off like this.. you're so drunk." He teased yet again.
“Oh Duffy… He’s not gonna kill you… He’s so sweet… I’m gonna take care of him… Imma show him a real good nigh-” You began blabbing as Duff stopped you mid-sentence.
Duff burst out laughing as you began ‘blabbing’ at the thought of taking care of your boyfriend later. He quickly cut you off with a laugh. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on there princess.."
He shook his head. He couldn't help but find your drunken ramblings and affection for Slash adorable, despite how explicit you suddenly were.
"You're way too drunk right now to be taking care of anyone. Especially him. You're probably gonna end up puking or something..”
“I’m not gonna puke. You know I actually don’t really have a gag-reflex-“ You were quickly stopped again. Apparently it wasn’t that kind of throwing up he meant… he just meant from the alcohol.
Duff snorted loudly, immediately cutting you off with a horrified laugh.
"Oh God- I didn’t need that information!" He scrubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head both amused and slightly traumatized.
"Listen, just... keep your drunk thoughts to yourself until you’re safely home and Slash can deal with them, alright?" He groaned, half-laughing. "I’m too old for this."
You giggled. You thought it was hilarious to say dirty things in his presence.
“What did I say wrong? I promise you I’m not gonna puke, trust me I’ve done it many ti-” Again you didn’t get to finish your sentence.
Duff groaned dramatically, pressing a hand over your mouth, lightly to stop you mid-sentence. He looked equal parts horrified and exasperated, but still amused.
"Nope! NOPE. Absolutely not, that’s enough drunk oversharing from you for one night." He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away, giving you a stern look.
"Just… sit there quietly and think about Slash silently. No talking. No ‘demonstrations.’ Just… behave until we get home." He chuckled under his breath, muttering, "I swear, you're worse than Axl ever was."
You tried to contain your laughter. Your face was flushed. Your lips curled into a giggling smirk. “You’re acting like you didn’t know already.” You said in a lower voice.
Duff shot you a warning look, trying to maintain a hint of seriousness, but it was difficult. You looked so pleased with yourself, and he wasn't used to this sassy side of you.
"Yeah, well. Knowing and hearing are two very different things.. trust me." He sighed, half-laughing. He shook his head in mock disapproval.
Although he tried to act annoyed, he couldn’t hide a subtle smirk. It was hard not to find your boldness amusing. "You're a lot more mouthy when you're drunk, you know that? I kinda miss your usual sweet and quiet self."
“I’m still sweet. And it was you who decided to drive me home. So I don’t see how you also get to complain about me.” You slurred at him.
“As if you didn’t do the same when you were my age. Oh wait! You were so much worse Mr. McKagan. So don’t come here and-“ You began drunkly rambling at him.
Duff couldn’t help but burst out laughing at your drunk lecture. You were right, he had certainly had his fair share of partying days when he was your age. Hell, back then, he and the others were downright reckless.
"Okay, okay, point taken." He held his hands up in mock surrender, still chuckling.
"You got me. I was wild back in the day, guilty as charged. But hey, I've got a few more years of wisdom now." He smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You, on the other hand..."
“I’m fine! I’m so fine!… hah.. ‘so fine’” You looked over at him with a drunk chuckle. “Get it?”
Duff couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at your tipsy reference to the song. "Yeah, yeah, very clever. You get a gold star for that one." He responded sarcastically, shaking his head affectionately.
He couldn’t help but find it amusing how you turned into a completely different person when you were drunk. Normally so sweet and reserved, with just a little alcohol in your system, you turned bold and cheeky - the complete opposite.
“Mhm I really love that one. I would always play it when I was driving at night…” You muttered happily before you suddenly broke out in song.
“How could she look so fine?
I've been taken for a fool!
So many times.
Heyyyy…
Story of a man.
Works as hard as he can
Just to be a man who stands on his own..” You began singing your heart out in a slurred drunken voice.
Duff listened to your drunken performance of the song, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. He found it hilarious and endearing all at once. The way you were drunkenly singing your heart out in his car was downright hilarious.
"Okay, okay, take it easy there, rock star." He chuckled, shaking his head as he kept his eyes on the road. He couldn't help but find it adorable how passionately you sang despite being so drunk. It was like you had a different personality when the alcohol kicked in.
Duff finally pulled into the driveway of your and Slash’s house. He put the car in park and turned off the engine, exhaling dramatically as he glanced over at you. You were still slumped in the passenger seat, still grinning like an idiot.
"Alright, here we are. Home sweet home." He smirked, gesturing toward the house. "Think you can walk, or do I gotta carry you inside?”
You giggled as he made you break out in song again. “I’m on my wayyy. I’m on my waaaay. Home sweeet hoooome..” You sang slurred as you fumbled your way out of the car.
Duff watched as you wobbled out of the car, shaking his head in amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle as he got out of his side and came around to help steady you. "Alright, you little drunk singer, take it easy."
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting you as you stumbled up towards the house, still singing your little song in your slurred voice. He had an arm around you to hold you steady. As you reached the door he knocked on it and held you upright while you rested your head against his shoulder.
Slash was lying on the couch, mindlessly watching TV when he heard the knock on the door. He got up curiously, wondering who on earth would be knocking at this time. His expression quickly changed from slight confusion to concern when he saw you all drunk and clingy, standing there with Duff's arm around your waist for support. "What the hell..."
He looked up at Duff, who sighed and chuckled slightly at Slash's reaction.
“Heyyy babyyy…” You slurred in a giggle. “Look who I found!” You exclaimed happily and looked at Duff.
Slash sighed, shaking his head slightly at your drunken excitement, though he couldn’t suppress the small smirk tugging at his lips. He glanced at Duff, who just shrugged, still holding you upright.
"Yeah, I see who you found…" Slash muttered, stepping forward to take you from Duff before you could stumble further. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Despite his exasperated tone, there was warmth in his expression, fondness even.
"Found her at the bar, already pretty hammered." Duff explained with a shrug. "Tried to talk her into going home earlier, but she insisted she 'hadn’t even started yet.'" He imitated your drunken voice, amused.
“I hadn’t! He wouldn’t even buy me a drink! And this man calls himself a gentleman.” You mumbled as you leaned into Slash’s arms.
Slash chuckled, tightening his grip on you as you slumped against him. He shot Duff a playful glare. "Oh, the horror." He teased sarcastically. "Not buying my drunk girlfriend another drink, how dare he."
Duff smirked, holding up his hands in mock innocence. "Hey, I was being responsible! Unlike some people in this room." He gave you a pointed look before turning back to Slash. "She’s all yours now. Good luck with that."
Slash sighed dramatically, shaking his head, but he was grinning.
"Yeah, thanks. Appreciate it." He said, then glanced down at you, amused. "C'mon, trouble. Let’s get you to bed."
You whined in protest, clinging to him.
"Nooo… I wanna keep talking…" You slurred, burying your face in his shoulder. Slash just laughed, holding you closer. "Yeah, yeah, we’ll talk when you’re not slurring every other word."
Duff snorted, already heading back toward the door. "Good luck, man. She was real chatty on the ride home."
"Great. Can’t wait."
But despite his complaints, he was smiling, because even drunk and ridiculous, he adored you.
“Goodbyeee Duffyyy..” You giggled as Duff sat in his car and Slash closed the front door.
Slash chuckled, leaning his back against the closed door and shaking his head at your drunken farewell to Duff.
"You're something else, you know that?" He muttered, trying and failing to suppress the fond smile on his face. Despite your drunk ridiculousness, you were adorable and he couldn't stay annoyed. He glanced down at you, arms still wrapped around you.
"So… how much have you had to drink tonight?"
“Not that much… I’m not even drunk, I can barely feel it..” You giggled drunkenly.
Slash arched an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused, as you giggled and wobbled against him. "Oh yeah? Barely feel it, huh?" He smirked, gently poking your forehead. "Then explain why you’re swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane."
You blinked, then dramatically leaned into his chest with another giggle. "'Cause you're sooo tall... and handsome... and I love you..." You slurred, nuzzling into him like a clingy cat.
Slash exhaled, shaking his head but he couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. "Alright, that’s it. Bedtime for you."
"Slashhhh..." You whined, draping your arms around his neck. "I’m not sleepy... I wanna stay up... and talk..." You pouted dramatically
Slash chuckled, unable to resist your drunken pout. You could be so damn cute, even when totally wasted. "Yeah, and I'm sure you'd have a very insightful conversation in this state." He replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
But despite his mocking tone, his expression remained soft. He gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering at your cheek.
“I think so too! So just come and sit with meee…” You untangled your arms from him and grabbed his arm and dragged him to the couch.
Slash rolled his eyes but let you drag him towards the couch, it was useless trying to resist when you were in this state anyways. With a sigh, he settled down beside you on the couch, shaking his head bemusedly.
"Alright, alright. We’re sitting. Happy?" He smirked, draping an arm along the back of the couch behind you.
“Mhmm.. isn’t this nice..?” You mumbled in a chuckle. You wiggled yourself out of his grasp and straddled his lap instead. You rested your forehead against his shoulder and giggled.
Slash chuckled when you abruptly rearranged yourself onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving to your hips to steady you. You were so tipsy and clingy, it was both adorable and hilarious.
"Oh yeah, absolutely. Total bliss." He teased, his thumbs gently tracing small circles on your hips as he smirked. "Nothing I love more than having my drunk girlfriend clinging onto me like a koala bear."
“Thought so…” You giggled.
You took a deep drag of his scent into his neck. “Mmmmh you’re just so big and warm and comfy and…. mmm” You hummed as you dragged your hands up his neck and buried them in his hair.
Slash couldn't help but smile, finding your drunken affection endearing. He allowed you to bury your hands in his hair, his own hands still on your hips, keeping you balanced on his lap.
"Y’know, you're awfully clingy when you're drunk." He joked, his hands remained steady on your hips, keeping you steady as you perched on his lap. When you started playing with his hair, he let out a low sigh of content, leaning his head back into your touch.
You giggled as you gently nipped his neck with small kisses and bites.
“I can’t help it… not when you are here..” You slurred. You were so drunk at the moment. Everything was funny and your cheeks were totally blushed. You were extremely clingy and you wanted to do everything with him right now, but he wouldn’t take advantage of you in this state. He knew better.
Slash chuckled at your drunken honesty, shivering slightly as you nipped his neck. You were all flushed and playful, completely uninhibited by your drunken state.
"Well, I'm flattered." He smirked, raising an eyebrow. His thumbs continued their gentle rhythm on your hips, though he refused to let his hands wander, no matter how clingy you were being. He had a bit more self-restraint than you right now.
"But you know you're not getting anything out of me tonight in this state, right?" He teased, knowing exactly where your drunken mind was heading
You pulled away from his neck to look at him. “What-…” You muttered and pouted in disbelief.
Slash chuckled, raising an amused brow at your pout. You were so clearly disappointed in his words, and he found it adorable.
"You heard me. No funny business tonight, princess." He smirked, his hands still firm on your hips. "You're way too wasted for any of that." He gently poked your nose, teasing you.
“Sla-Ash… you’re no fun!” You pouted again. “I told Duff I would be taking care of you… I even told him how rarely I get a gag-reflex-…” You began pressing on until he stopped you.
Slash's eyes widened slightly before he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, a mix of amusement and horror on his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there." He muttered, his expression now a mix of embarrassment and amusement. He couldn't believe you had shared that information with Duff.
"You're in no position to be 'taking care of' anyone when you can barely walk straight.” He chuckled despite his shock, shaking his head as he kept his hand over your lips. "Did you really tell Duff that? God, no wonder he looked so traumatized when he dropped you off."
You giggled with his hand covering your mouth. You kissed his palm before gently tucking his hand down with your fingers.
“I’m in a really good position actually.” You tried to convince him that you were in great condition to take care of him.
“He said I was gonna end up puking if I took care of you tonight. Therefore I had to explain that I don’t get the gag and I wasn’t gonna puke when I was gonna-…” Again you were stopped. Why did these people keep cutting you off?
"Oh my god… you're unbelievable." He muttered, a mix of embarrassment and amusement etched on his face. He could just imagine how shocked and horrified Duff must have been when you told him that.
"You have no filter when you're drunk, you know that?" He said, his hand still firm on your mouth. "You're a damn over-sharer."
“I’m not over-sharing. I’m just telling the truth?” You claimed. “Let me show it to you if you don’t believe me then.” You mumbled as you began fiddling with his belt.
His eyes widened in surprise as you quickly went for his belt, a mix of shock and arousal flooding through him. He quickly grabbed your wrists, stopping you from fiddling with his pants.
"Whoa, whoa… easy there." He muttered, holding your wrists in his hands as you were still straddling his lap. He chuckled, somewhat amused by your drunk determination. "You're not showing me anything right now, babe. You're absolutely wasted."
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Ughh why does that matter? I just want youuu.... and your dick… why aren’t you being so stubborn?!” You complained in a slurred and displeased voice as you groaned into his shoulder.
Slash chuckled at your blunt, drunk frustration. Your groaning and pouting were downright hilarious. He kissed the top of your head affectionately before speaking in a teasing tone. "Because I like you conscious when we do stuff, sweetheart." He smirked, his voice low but firm. "You won’t even remember this tomorrow.. it's not fair to take advantage of drunk-you like that." He stroked your hair gently.
"So stop whining like a kid who didn't get candy."
“But you’re not letting me get my candy!” You pouted as you referred to him being your candy.
Slash chuckled at your ridiculous words. He ran his thumb over your pouty bottom lip playfully, shaking his head. "Oh my god… you're such a brat when you're drunk." He kissed the pout right off your lips, quick and light, more of a peck than anything romantic.
"That's all the 'candy' you're getting tonight. Now c'mon…" He shifted slightly beneath you. "Let’s get you to bed before I actually cave in."
“That’s not fair… You used to do everything drunk! Now you’re just old and sober and booooring-” You slurred in a mumble, as he suddenly lifted you up in his arms.
Slash scoffed dramatically at your "old and boring" comment, pretending to be offended as he effortlessly lifted you up in his arms, bridal style.
"Wow. Rude." He muttered, but there was no real anger, just amusement. He started carrying you down the hall toward the bedroom. "And yeah, I used to do stupid drunk shit… until I realized it was dumb as hell." He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot.
He walked over to bed and gently dumped you onto it like a sack of potatoes, not rough, but not gentle either. Just enough to get across that he wasn't playing around anymore.You let out a heavy breath as you hit the mattress.
“I don’t think it’s dumb. I think it’s very romantic to give a girl what she wants.” You crawled towards him clumsily as he stood by the side of the bed.
Slash watched you clumsily crawl toward him, his expression softening. You were such a mess, drunk and stubborn, but he couldn't stay mad. He sighed, shaking his head as he braced a knee on the bed to stop your advance.
"Romantic? Babe… this isn’t romance." He gently pushed you back down onto the pillows. "This is me taking care of my drunk girlfriend so she doesn’t do something stupid."
Then, because he knew how clingy you got when tipsy, Slash leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead, pure but affectionate.
You rolled out of the bed on the other side and groaned loudly and displeased. You stumbled to the en-suite bathroom.
Slash sighed, as he watched you dramatically flop off the bed and stumble toward the bathroom. He knew that groan, you were pissed at him for not giving in to your drunk demands. He waited a second to see if you’d be okay… then got up quietly and followed after you. When he peeked into the bathroom doorway, he saw you swaying slightly in front of the sink.
"You good?" He asked softly, not mocking anymore, just checking on his drunk girlfriend who was clearly having a hard time standing straight.
You held onto the sink as you looked in the bathroom mirror. Okay, maybe you were a little drunk… You decided to brush your teeth and began fiddling with the toothbrush.You turned around a bit unsteady. Looked at him and silently just gave him the finger as you turned back around and began brushing your teeth.
Slash blinked at the middle finger you silently flipped him and then snorted. Oh, wow. You were really mad. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching as you wobbled while brushing your teeth. The toothpaste foam was everywhere, on your cheeks, on the brush and yet here you were… still somehow noncompliant in your drunk sulkiness.
A part of him wanted to laugh. A bigger part just found it stupidly endearing how pouty and stubborn you got when tipsy. "Real mature." He teased under his breath but he didn’t say anything else yet… just observed.
You chose to ignore him on purpose. Sat the toothbrush down. Took a glass of water and stumbled back to the bedroom. You went straight to your shared closet to find something to sleep in. Right now you just needed to get out of these party clothes.
Slash trailed behind you, still amused by your silent treatment. He watched as you rummaged through the closet for sleepwear. Your movements were slow and uncoordinated from the alcohol.
You yanked out one of his oversized band tees, the soft, well-worn black one with a faded Guns N' Roses logo on it, and held it up like a victory trophy before starting to struggle with your party dress zipper.
Slash sighed, then walked over without saying anything. Gently took the shirt from your hands and turned you around to help undo that stubborn zipper himself. You didn’t have the energy to fight against him, so you let him zip your dress down. As it hit the floor you turned around to face him. Reaching for the t-shirt in his hand.
“Ah-ah.” He said as he pulled the shirt out of your reach. “Ask nicely. I'm not gonna sleep with you if you continue that attitude.” He said with that stupid disciplinary smirk.
You tried grabbing the shirt, but he just pulled it further away from you. “Hey. Didn't you hear what I just said?”
“I'm just gonna sleep without it then. I don't need your stupid shirt anyways.” You protested as you went around him and stumbled towards the bed.
“Then I suppose you're gonna sleep without me as well.” He turned towards you and crossed his arms.
That made you look up at him again. “What? No. I'm not gonna sleep without you.” You scowled.
“I just told you, if you don't drop the attitude I'm gonna sleep in the guest room.” He explained in a fairly calm voice.
“Sla-Ash!” You exclaimed frustrated, as you plumped down on the bed. “Im sorry. I'm sorry! I promise to be good. I will do my absolute best!” You muttered desperately.
He just stood and looked at you with an exhausted smile. But for some reason he couldn't say no to you, especially not when you were in this state. He shook his head defeatedly with a smile and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside you, leaning against the headboard.
“Fine, you win. But.” He looked at you with a hint of seriousness. “No funny business tonight baby.”
You rolled your eyes at him before crawling into his lap. “All riiigth then. No funny business for the old man.” You giggled as you found a comfortable position.
He pulled the blanket up over your bare chest and made sure you were laying comfortably. Then slowly began stroking your hair gently. “You’re a mess baby.” He said in a soft low voice.
“No I'm not… You just don't know how to handle me…” You mumbled as your eyes slowly closed in his lap.
“Yeah.” He huffed. “Youre gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.” He chuckled as he continued stroking your hair.
“Mmmm-” You groaned. “Then I probably have to stay in bed all day… with you.” You smiled as you snuggled closer into his touch.
He shook his head slightly as a small smile appeared on his lips. “Do I have a choice?”
“Mm-mm… I don't think you have… You better just stay right there…” You yawned softly. You felt your body nearly giving in to sleep.
“I guess I have to… Somebody is gonna need to take care of you.”
“I wouldn't want anyone else.. I looooove you so much..” You mumbled your last words of the night in a slurred voice.
He smiled down at the woman in his lap. God he loved you, even where you were this drunk out of your mind. “I love you too baby.” He said in a low voice as he laid down without waking you, and pulled you into his chest. He kissed your forehead and continued stroking your hair until he eventually fell asleep himself.
contents: smut, dom!slash x sub!femreader, dirty talk
word count: 930
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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.
