80s Band Imagines

💚Slash #18-*Gimme All Your Lovin'

Literally just smut

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"Babe, June, I'm home!"
Slash called out, shutting the door after sweating his guitar on the floor.

"Kitchen!"
I yelled back. I was in the middle of making macaroni salad to go with the burgers I grilled outside a few minutes before.

"Ooo, macaroni."
Slash asked, grabbing a spoon and trying to get a bite of macaroni salad.

"Back up, mister. I don't get a 'hello', 'how was your day?', or an 'I love you' and you want food. That's not how it works in this house."
I snapped, smacking his hand away from the bowl.

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I love you very much and would love to hear about your day."
Slash said, kissing my temple, and cheek, before finally pecking my lips.

"And I'd be happy to tell you I got up and went to the doctor's office, picked up a prescription, came home, and made dinner."
I rattled off.

"Doctors? What prescription? Is there somethin' wrong?"
Slash asked with a worried expression.

"No, I was just asking about some things."
I mumbled.

"What things, babe?"
Slash pushed.

"Well, I was saying that I wasn't sure if I could get pregnant 'cause we've been trying for a few weeks and zip. But she ran some tests and she said I'm more fertile than most; it just takes time."
I rambled.

"What?"
Slash asked, backing me into the counter and trapping me between his arms.

"You mean you can carry my baby easier than most and expect me just to do nothing?"
He practically growled.

"Slash, I didn't- I-I-"
I stuttered, completely forgetting about Slash's breeding kink.

"Cat got your tongue, baby?"
He mocked leaving me to look up at him through my eyelashes.

"You mean to tell me your cunt is 'more fertile than most' and you weren't gonna tell me?"
He growled.

"Slash- baby, I- it slipped my mind."
I gasped out, the open-mouthed kisses distracting me.

"This cunt is gonna be stuffed so full of my cum, you'll have to give me a baby."
Slash said raspily into my ear, cupping me over my jeans.

"Please, please give me a baby."
I begged.

"Don't know, baby. Do you deserve it?"
Slash teased.

"Yeah, babe. I'll be good. Please baby, please?"
I begged my head fogging as I drifted into a hazy headspace.

"You wanna be good, babe?"
He asked in a condescending tone.

"I'll be good, just- please, please. Wan'a baby."
I begged, clenching his shirt in my hands.

"Want my baby, June?"
Slash rasped, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Please, Saul."
I begged, using his real name as a sign I couldn't take much more teasing.

"Okay, Sweetheart, let's go to the bedroom."
Slash chuckled, kissing my forehead. He picked me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Slash carried me to our bedroom before laying me gently on the bed.

"I love you, June."
Slash whispered, hovering over me.

"I love you too, Saul."
I reciprocated, leaning up to kiss him softly. Slash kissed me back keeping the pace slowly and soft for the moment.