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This is absolute dookie i apologize you can shoot me in the face with a bazooka if you wish
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Second Person POV:
It had been weeks since you and Slash actually had a normal conversation or even done couple things. Since the realise of the album and the money racked in, he spent the money on drugs on booze and to town everyday, coming back home late and completely out of it. You were home alone most of the time, your quality time was gone. Any time together was gone.
It was 1 am. Again. You lied in bed, rubbing your fingers together. Nervousness. You tried to give him another chance and wait for him to return. You had enough of this waiting and stressing. You turned off the bedside light and turned on your side holding the covers with irritation.
3 am rolls around, you were in a sleeping, and anxious state. But it was finally getting to you being so tired that you could drift to sleep. As you drifted Slash had came in, drunk. Falling onto the bed, groaning and mumbling. You didn't realise he was there until the bed creaked and he slumped an arm over your waist and tried pulling you closer. You groaned in annoyance and pushed his arm off you, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. He was confused, that drunken confusion turned into drunken anger. "Hey!" He shouted with a groggy groan. He tried to out his arms around you again but you pushed him off again with a-lot more irritation. "What the fuck is the problem?" He yelled. You quickly turned on the light next to your bed side and sat up to look at him. "Are you serious?" You asked with disgust. "The problem is you coming home every night at 3 am. Saul I don't even see you during the day! At all!" You told him. Calling him Saul drove a stake through his heart and sobered him up real fast, you'd never call him that, and now he could see you were dead serious and angry. "But-..." "But fucking what? Hm? You need to be drinking so much? You need to be around all those girls 24/7? What happened to 'your girl'?" You shut him up. He always called you his girl and showed you off to everyone he knew. But now it was like you were invisible and forgotten. "I'm... Sorry." He sputtered. You just rolled your eyes and groaned a 'mhm'. You got out of the bed, "I'm going to sleep on the couch. Night." You said as you walked to the door. Slash speed and scrambled off the bed.
"I'll make it up to you, right now." He said as he pleaded. You looked at him quizzically. "I'll help you..." He began to speak again. His hands now on your legs trailing your thighs. "Cool down." He finished and he began kissing your bare inner thighs and then your clothed area. You whined, you missed the feeling of him pleasing you. This was definitely making up for it. He looked up at you, his fingers moving away the fabric of your short pyjama pants, and feeling your already wet cunt. "Oh god fuck." You moaned as he slowly entered your pussy with his two thick fingers. Stretching you out as he watched your head fling back with lust. He began to pump in and out of you. Curling his fingers and pressing against your sweet spot, making your stomach turn and legs buckled. He smirked as he watched you moan his name. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine, and pushed you onto the bed. Spreading your legs and pulling your pants down with one swift move. Then putting your legs over his shoulders and planting his face onto your pussy. Kissing and licking your pussy. "Fuck-... Slash..." you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. Slash sucked on your clit as he put his fingers back into you. Finger fucking you whilst your wet coated his fingers and dripped down his big hand. You clenched around his fingers as his tongue flicked your clit, making you writhe under him as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach grew stronger. "Oh fuck!" Your head flew back onto the bed as you came all over his fingers and moaned curses. He pulled out his dripping fingers and licked them, getting every last drop of you in his mouth. You sighed as he now crawled on top of you, kissing your passionately. Tasting yourself as his tongue found his way into your mouth. His hips grinding against yours, feeling his big hard on against your bare cunt. "Slash... please..." you begged against his mouth. Now it was your turn to plead for him. "What is it baby?" He asked as his kiss went to attack you neck. "Fuck me." You said. You hadn't had his dick in you in ages and your body was begging for him. "Anything you say doll." He told you. Taking off his clothes and tossing it to the floor before positioning himself at your aching pussy. His dick was bigger than you had remembered, you whimpered at the sight of it. He slowly penetrating you and stretching your pussy out even more. "Fuck, I love you..." he groaned as you clenched tightly around him. His head slumping in the crook of your neck. His hands held your legs pushing it back into you to get the right angle to pound into you. You moaned as he bottomed out. He pulled out swiftly and pushed back into you, hips snapping and a loud slap echoed. You screamed as he perfectly hit your g spot, making you cry with pleasure. He groaned with each thrust into you, god he could cry again, just thinking that he would have lost this from his recklessness, how could he have ever gave you up. You were so perfect in his mind. You were his and he was showing the neighbours just how much you belonged to him. You moaned loudly with each deep and fast thrust. His cock twitching inside of you as he was reaching his end. "God baby, I'm gonna cum." He sighed, you were too, he felt you clench hard around him as his thrusts got sloppy and you both came at the same time. You coating his dick with your slick and him coating your walls with his cum.
"I'm so sorry honey, I love you so much."
"I forgive you baby."
A/n: THIS IS MY WORST WORK EVER IM SO SO SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER 🙁 You can yell at me all you want I apologise 🤞
