Imagine ~ Argument turned makeup sex (SMUT)
"Yeah, well fuck you too Y/N" He said, hands gripping the wheel tightly. Slash could be a real fucking asshole sometimes. We had been arguing over stupid shit all morning, but we were both too stubborn to give up the fight. Even though I was so ready to. Makeup sex with him was heavenly. Currently, we were on our way to some fancy meal with the band.
I looked over at him, he had relaxed his grip on the wheel slightly. His eyebrows were furrowed, a clear indication of his anger towards me. Although, I had to admit, he looked so fucking hot. Even just looked at him was enough to make me want to forget the fight and fuck him. But of course, i'm stubborn, so I wouldn't let him off that easy.
I quickly devised a plan in my mind, a sure fire way to get Slash to give up the fight. I smirked deviously to myself and reached a hand down my skirt, I began to pleasure myself. Hoping that Slash would see.
"Mm." I let a little moan slip out as I bucked my hips up, my mind giving me vivid images of what could happen. All of the sudden I hear him scrape his throat. "What are you doing?"
I open one eye, trailing it over his shocked yet amused face.
"What does it look like? You won't help me so I'll help myself out."
"Fuck." Slash curses and I moan freely now bucking my hips up to meet my own touch as I can hear Slash curse once more. I am shaken from my own little world when I feel the car come to an abrupt stop, and I open my eyes to see Slash staring at me. "What's wrong? You wanted to be there by nine, so don't you think you should step on it?" I blatantly state, hoping he'd catch my faux-anger.
"I- Fuck." I let my eyes fall onto his leather pants, the tight clothing straining against his growing bulge and I smirk as I raise my eyebrows before meeting his eyes again. "You like this?" I slip my hand from my own underwear and crawl on top of Slash my back resting against the steering wheel as I let my fingertip trail over his collarbone, my lips wetted by my tongue every couple of seconds as I kept his gaze.
I press my core down onto his aching crotch, cupping his neck with my cheek. "Answer me."
"Ye-yeah. Fuck" His hands come up to grab one of my breasts but I quickly slap his hand away, pinning them to the side of his car seat.
"You didn't want to speak to me before Slash, so you can't touch me." I chuckle darkly taking my shirt of slowly, exposing my breasts to Slash since I couldn't care less to wear a bra to some fancy dinner. His eyes almost pop out of their sockets as he tries to touch me again but I growl and his hands fly back down, his puppy dog eyes coming out as he pouts his lip at me. I ignore it, hiking my skirt up before pulling Slash's leather pants and boxers down in one swift motion to his knees.
My fingernails scratch over his hips as I rid him of his shirt as slowly as I can, my hips in meanwhile circling against his exposed cock, slicking him with my arousal and his pre-cum. He was a groaning, withering mess underneath me and I had to take all my willpower in me to not just ride him immediately. He deserved to be toyed with.
I kiss, lick and nibble my way up on his torso towards his jaw, licking a stripe up his neck before I let my teeth sink into his sweet spot, Slash by now a groaning, muttering mess underneath me. "Please, please". "Please what Slash?" I smirk, stilling the movements off my hips as my nails continue their movement over his golden abs.
"Let me fuck you." Instead of answering him, I let myself sink down onto his cock, a hiss drawn from his lips as he closes his eyes and leans his head against the car seat. "Mm, Slash." I moan out, riding him by circling my hips, and I grab his hands and set them on my waist and he takes that as his cue to kick in.
Within a second his grip tightens, enough to bruise, and his hips start to meet mine in short, quick thrusts. Both of us are panting and moaning profanities, and this is what I wanted. His hands grab my breasts and by now I'm bouncing on his lap by just the motion of his hips, I'm a mess, moaning his name over and over again as I reach my high.
It doesn't take long for Slash to finish as well, his arms immediately snaking around my waist as he hauls me into his chest, his ragged breathing warming my neck as he tries to regain his breath.
"I'm sorry Y/N" Slash breathes out in pure bliss. I smirk knowingly to myself, I knew this would work.
