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A few drinks - Slash

Creator: weirdwritingsbymeg on tumblr

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: fluff and smut and 5 seconds or so of angst; 4231 words;

Y/N's head spun, her vision was blurry and the music seemed way too loud but to say that she wasn't having a great time would be a lie. She had a nearly finished bottle of Daniel's in her hand and was talking to a few of her friends, laughter echoing around their group.

Her attention, however, was not entirely on the friends by her side. It was, instead, on the guy that had invited them to the party in the first place.

He was sitting on the couch talking with two of his bandmates, all of them good friends of Y/N, and somewhere along the night he had lost his shirt and jacket, much to Y/N's happiness. He was a bit sweaty, probably due to the amount of people gathered in such a small space, and his torso shone under the red light that illuminated the room.

His hair was wild and free, voluminous curls all over the place, covering his eyes as usual but this time not covering the wide and a bit drunk smile that he had on his lips.

God. That smile did things to her...

Her eyes continued to scan him, taking a look at how good his legs looked with those leather pants clinging to them. She could make out the faint outline of his dick, since he always skipped underwear, and it made her mouth water and her teeth sink down on her bottom lip to stop an involuntary groan from coming out.

All she wanted to do was straddle him and fuck him right on the couch, in front of everyone.

So, in her drunk bliss and courage, that became her plan. She turned away from her friends without a word, leaving them looking at her a bit confused but quickly going back to their conversation, downed the remainder of her whiskey in record time, threw the bottle onto the floor and confidently made her way to the couch where he sat on.

She was swaying with each step, bumping into strangers who paid her no mind, until she finally made it to him.

"Hey." He grinned up at her, curls falling from his eyes.

Y/N said nothing as she moved closer to him and sat down on his lap.

Slash jumped a bit at the action, surprisingly way soberer than her, and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows as she placed one of her hands on his shoulder and the other on his chest. His hands instinctively fell on her thighs, but he quickly moved them to her hip bones, stopping her from moving too close to him.

"What are yo-" He began to ask, only to be cut off as Y/N glued her lips to his without hesitation.

His eyes widened to the size of billiard balls as Duff and Steven immediately cheered them on. The entire band knew Slash liked her, though he would never admit it (or so he thought; he never seemed to remember the power that alcohol held over people in love), and it was clear she liked him back, but none of them had ever taken action.

His immediate reaction was to push Y/N off. She was drunk and if he hadn't been able to tell that by the way she swayed as she got closer to the couch, he could tell either by the way she clumsily fell on his lap or by the intense flavor of alcohol on her lips.

He swore he was going to push her off, but then her tongue licked his lips and ventured inside his mouth and against his own just as her hand moved down on his body, stopping right on his dick. He moaned at the action, eyes falling closed and mind losing itself on the kiss for a bit, but then Y/N tried to rock her hips forward and he was quickly brought back to the reality that she was drunk.