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You walk into the crowded bar your boyfriend's band was gonna perform in. You had dressed nicely; in your band crop-top and tight, ripped, leather pants, sure to get attention. You make your way over to the front, the closest to the stage you could possibly get, and place your jacket over the stool. You walk over to the bar to order a drink before the show started, the liquid confidence would surely prove to be useful later in the night. You're back at your spot right when the band comes up: Guns 'N Roses. It's definitely one of your favorite bands, it would be even if your boyfriend wasn't the guitarist of the band. As Axl says some words to the audience your eyes meet Slash's and you smirk as you see his eyes scan over your body, silently approving of the outfit you chose to wear. You knew Slash loves seeing you in leather and you'd take every opportunity to rile him up with that knowledge. You've done this sorta thing at quite many shows, you enjoy taunting him when he's on stage. You love the thrill it gives to know what effect you have on him, even while he's performing. But most of all you enjoy the silent promise his eyes betray about what will play out afterwards. When the show begins you sing along loudly to all the songs, the atmosphere in the crowd simply amazing. Your eyes rarely leave Slash, especially at his guitar solo's. No matter how many times you've seen him perform, you're always captivated by his seemingly effortless beauty. You know many people around you think the same, you can't fail to notice the way they're looking at your boyfriend. And in a strange way it amuses you. It's entertaining to know all those people want him, desire him even, while he's yours in all his glory. He's yours when his shirtless, sweating body moves deliciously for all to see. He's yours when the crowd thirsts for any tiny bit of his attention and he thrives for it. He belongs to you the same way you belong to him, and you both know it. Even if it amuses the two to flirt with another sometimes, in your case more often than not a bandmate of his or another rockstar from another band, but you always return to the safety of each other's arms.
Slash's eyes keep trailing back to you, mesmerized by the way you're dancing in those tight leather pants that hugs your thick thighs and ass in the best way possible and a crop-top that keeps creeping up to expose your skin. Even though you're making performing a bit tougher than it usually is he loves the effect you have on him. He loves knowing you dress so wonderful solely for him. You were dancing between all the other people, blending in so easily yet Slash could track your every movement. He frowns as a tall guy moves over to you, placing his hands on your hips and starts dancing against you. Your eyes move over him and you grin, dancing sluttier than before to aggravate Slash. It seemed to be working as you see Slash's eyes darken and keeping his focus on you rather than the squealing girls in the crowd. Your body tingles at the attention, the guy thinking he's the reason your body is heating up. He couldn't have been more wrong, seeing as your constantly watching Slash. Slash's movements have started getting more heated, his hip and hand movements getting more and more sexual. The guy slides his hands down your sides as he grinds against your ass, a touch of pride and disgust when you feel his growing dick against your backside. Nevertheless you don't stop dancing, that's a thing you learned early on. Don't stop dancing unless you want to loose the rush. You let out a soft whimper as your eyes meet Slash's as his hips move against his guitar, his dark eyes saying more than words could. You feel the guy against you harden more at the sound that left your lips and you smirk, knowing you had chosen the correct outfit for the night. You swiftly move out of the guys grip and grab a drink from a waitress. You move back to the front of the stage, as close as you can, carelessly pushing screaming groupies out of the way. You lean onto the stage, your tits pressing up above the tight shirt. You feel eyes glaring into the back of your skull as Slash, Axl, Duff and Izzy come closer let their eyes glide over you, pausing at your chest. You smirk at the guys, ignoring the warmth creeping up your neck. The guys grin back at you, performing even better now that they have your full attention. The show continues for a while, your voice hoarse from singing loudly.
When the show ends you follow the guys backstage, catching up with them quickly. You start walking next to Axl, who looks you up and down and lets out a whistle before placing his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. “You look absolutely divine, care to go back home with me instead of Slash?” I pretend to think for a second, my eyes trailing over Slash and shake my head. “No, perhaps next time. I kinda promised Slash something.” Axl raises his eyebrows and grins, a glint in his eyes. You reach the changingrooms and halt at Slash's room, where he's already waiting for you. Axl removes his arm and presses a kiss to your cheek, holding eyecontact with Slash while a smirk paints his face. You smile and slightly lean into Axl before entering Slash's room. Slash closes the door behind you two and wastes no time in pressing you against it. He roughly presses his lips against you, his tongue making it's way inside your mouth. He pulls away when he remembers your antics. “You like playing games doll? You like when strangers get off of you?” A whimper leaves your lips as he presses his leg harshly against your core. Despite how tempting it is to give in and let Slash have it his way you decide against it, it's way more fun to taunt the gorgeous guy. “Mmhh, not really. But I do adore how you react to it. It's so much fun watching you struggle to keep it together on stage.” You whisper, grinning when his breath hitches. You take the opportunity to take the upper hand and you attach your lips to his neck. Your teeth scape his skin lightly before biting down and sucking on the spot, surely leaving marks. Slash's hands grip your waist tighter as you bite down on the spot under his jaw and you smirk, having found one of his sensitive spots. You abuse that spot with your lips until the mark is dark enough to stay visible for a while. Then you move down to his chest, happily marking him all over, surprised he's still letting you do as you please.
You fall to your knees, looking up at him as you lick your lips. You drag your fingertips over the bulge in his pants, chuckling as his hips follow your hand for any form of friction. You dip your fingers under the waistband of his pants, dragging his pants and boxers down painfully slow. You rub your hands up and down his thighs, squeezing every so often and moving closer to where he wants you but never fully there. You gasp as one of his hands thread in your hair, tugging harshly and forcefully shoving you on his cock. You lightly gag as he hits the back of your throat and starts thrusting. You keep your eyes on him, tears welling up in your eyes due to the fast pace in which he fucks your throat. You feel a tinge of pride knowing you've driven him to desperation to the point where he wants it so badly, to the point where he's using you for his own pleasure. You take pride in this as he usually makes sure you finish first before he does, and now you've gotten him so needy that he's thrown that out of the window. The sounds he makes are louder than other time's you've done this, his thrusts deep and his groans high. You feel heat rushing to your core, the look of him with his head thrown back, moaning as he uses your throat, was such a delicious sight. His hips stutter and his grip on your hair tightens, his fingers massaging your scalp as he presses you even further on his cock. He thrusts once more and you swallow around him, the warm cum sliding down your throat. As you've swallowed all he pulls out, his semi-hard cock hardening fully again at the sight of you on your knees before him, your thighs pressed together to fuel the ache between your legs as a drop of his cum slides off your lips. Slash helps you up and kisses you harshly until you have no choice but to part due to lack of oxygen.
You look around and your eye falls on a worn out couch, you grin and push Slash on it. You slowly strip out of your clothes, painfully slow to see just how desperate you can get Slash. He follows your lead and strips out of his pants. You move over to sit on his lap, connecting your lips in another heated kiss. You grind your hips against him, his cock twitching at the friction as precum oozes out. You decide to be nice and place yourself over him, letting his dick slowly slip inside. You smirk at the low moan he lets out as you clench around him, mind set on making him cum first. You slowly raise yourself up and down, clenching down every so often. You smirk as you feel Slash's cock twitch inside you. You cup his cheek and lift his face to look at you. You smile and press your lips against him once more. You roll your hips and softly bite his lip, your tongue darting out to lick up the drop of blood you drew. Slash's groans are like music to your ears as your hips move faster as he becomes more vocal. His fingers dig into your waist and his hips buck up, you know he's close so you clench again as you suck harshly on his neck. You grin, feeling his hot cum paint your walls, and slowly come to a halt as he rides out his orgasm.
Slash smirks up at you and switches places, pushing you down and spreading your legs. You look down at him, face flushed and lips slightly parted. There are no words for how perfect he looked, on his knees between your legs. He dips his head down, kissing and sucking all the way from your knees to your inner thighs. He moves a way a bit to inspect the art piece he made before blowing lightly on your core, making you shiver and your thighs threaten to close. His calloused hands tightly hold you open for him as he licks a long stripe through your folds, your sharp gast echoing through the room. ”I ever tell you how amazing you taste?” He mutters while looking up at you through his eyelashes and he licks his lips. Your heart skips a beat at how incredibly hot he is, and he knows it. He's dangerous, and you love every second of it. His lips attach to your clit and he sucks, softly at first but harsher as you whine lowly. Two of his fingers join his tongue, collecting the slick and pressing into you. His fingers lazily pump and curl inside you, his mouth still working on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tilt your head back on the edge of the couch, one of your hands tangling in Slash's hair to pull him even closer and the other tightly gripping the couch. Your eyes are tightly closed, only focusing on your sense of touch. His touches feel like little flames on your skin, setting every inch of your skin on fire. You feel heat pool in your stomach, a pit starting to form. Your thighs start to quiver and you feel Slash smirk against you. He softly massages your shaking thighs as he works you to your orgasm. After a few more licks and thrusts you cum on his tongue with a loud moan. His movements slowly stop and your ragged breaths calm down. He sits up, licking his lips before taking your hand and kissing it.
Slash starts to stand up, pulling you up with him. Confusion seemed to be visible on your face as Slash smiles and lifts you up, placing you on the desk. You let out a low moan as Slash presses his cock against you again, rubbing up and down your folds and teasing your clit. You grind your hips back against him, wanting him inside you so desperately. His lips press to your collarbone and his teeth press lightly into your skin. Slash kisses your neck as he thrusts inside of you, giving you no time to prepare as his hips snap into yours. His hand lowers and starts rubbing circles on your clit, wanting you to finish soon as he knows he won't last long. The ungodly moans you let out made him come undone all too soon. He swears under his breath as he releases his load inside of you, the warmth of his cum and the pressure of his fingertips on your clit enough to send you crashing over the edge.
Your legs tremble from the pleasure, but Slash doesn't yet pull out of you. His cock is still hard inside you, so you have at least one more round to go. And you're not complaining one bit. Slash turns you around and presses you over the desk, your tits pressed against the cold surface make your blurry vision clear again. Your eyes widen as you meet Slash's eyes in the mirror, his hands roughly gripping your boobs and pinching your nipples to have you itching for more. You arch your back, pressing harder against his hands, loving how he feels you up just harsh enough. Slash's lips bite and suck on every place he can reach, covering your back and shoulders with marks that are sure to stay for a while. “Slash please~ I want you inside of me, I want you to breed me~ Please” Slash's breath hitches in his throat at the filthy words that leave your pretty mouth. He complies, how could he not. He wouldn't admit it, but he's thought about breeding you before. That thought alone was enough to get him solid hard. Somehow it actually got him harder than he already was, his cock stretching you and filling you up so nicely. Your mind was hazy and you could barely think. All that's going on in your head is the pure pleasure this stunning man is giving you. You were surprised you could form a full sentence before, but you were certain you'd have trouble voicing anything but Slash's name and pleas. His groans fill your ears and fiery pleasure courses through your veins, making your nerve endings seem like they're burning. You can merely gasp and moan as Slash thrusts into you at a brutal pace, desperate for another climax. Desperate to have you fucked dumb, so he can show everyone who you belong to. Your mind goes blank. You vaguely hear yourself scream his name as your orgasm crashes down on you. Slash doesn't stop, his own orgasm nearing at a fast pace. His fingers rub your clit once more, wanting to coarse just one more orgasm out of you. Your vision blurs white, the feeling of his dick slamming against your sweet spot and his fingers rapidly rubbing on your clit send another wave of pleasure hitting you at full force, your mouth open but no sound coming out as you clamp down on him. Slash bites down on your shoulder to stop himself from letting out loud at the feeling of you tightening around him and he comes inside you once more. His thrusts gradually slow down until he stops, leaning his head on your shoulder to calm your breaths.
You let yourself fall back against him, sighing happily at his bodywarmth. After a bit he slips out and picks you up again, bringing you over to the couch and laying you down before getting a cloth and wetting it, cleaning the cum off of you and fetching your clothes from the floor. He puts his own clothes back on before helping you dress yourself in your leather pants from before and Slash's shirt. Slash wraps his arm around your waist and holds you close against him as he opens the door and walks out, over to the car waiting for you. The other guys look at you with a smirk as they see how fucked out you are, and they make room for you. The ride home was long but you didn't notice most of it, having fallen asleep on Slash's lap with his arms securely around you after merely 10 minutes of driving.