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Hi, I’m the anon who requested the Izzy fic, and I have to say—the alternate ending you wrote feels like the perfect setup for a continuation in a Slash fic😍. Could you please do that? I really love this ending because it seems like she could hook up with Slash again after this part:
~"'Slash let out a breathy chuckle. “He’ll get over it.” I turned on him, eyes burning. “You ruined everything.” He tilted his head. “No, sweetheart. You did.”~
Please let them become a couple after this but with slash being a bad boy😍
Hey anon! I gotchu!! Here is part one. I figured I would turn this story into a few parts because I want to take this into a messy direction. But, reader and slash will become a couple in the end so don’t worry lol. Hope you enjoy 😉
(Btw my inbox is open if anyone want to request a story or ask any questions)
Damaged… or not~ Part one
Slash x reader
Y/N POV~
“No, sweetheart. You did.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Because the truth stung more than his words. My throat burned, and I hated that it was Slash standing there looking at me like he’d won.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I snapped finally.
“Like what?” he asked, stepping closer. “Like I’ve seen you fall apart before and I’m the only one who doesn’t lie to you about it?”
He was too close. The smell of cigarettes and whiskey clung to him like a second skin. His curls were half in his face, and that damn smirk he wore made it impossible to breathe.
“You think you’re better than Izzy?” I challenged.
Slash let out a low laugh, one of those husky, condescending ones that crawled up your spine and made you want to slap him and kiss him all at once.
“No,” he said. “I think I’m worse. But at least I don’t pretend.”
I hated that I was still standing there, trembling with whatever the hell this feeling was, rage, regret, maybe something worse. Or better.
He tilted his head again, the same way he had earlier, but this time his eyes dropped to my lips.
“Izzy’s not coming back,” Slash said, voice soft now. “You burned that bridge. But I’m still here. So what does that say?”
I stared at him. “That you don’t know when to quit.”
Slash stepped even closer, his body nearly brushing mine. “No, sweetheart. It says I know exactly when to stay.”
And just like that, I kissed him.
His hands were everywhere, rough and greedy, and mine weren’t any better. We were chaos and mistakes and something that felt too good to be right.
And when he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen, his grin crooked, and his voice low as he spoke.
“Careful,” he whispered against my ear. “You keep kissing me like that, and I’ll ruin you next.”
I didn’t care.
I think maybe I wanted to be ruined.
A few hours later…
I didn’t sleep.
I just laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling like an idiot. Slash was passed out next to me, completely unbothered. Like what we did last night didn’t mean anything. Like it wasn’t messy as hell.
I pulled the sheet around me and sat up, trying to clear my head. My heart was still racing, and I felt sick, not from him, but from myself.
He shifted behind me, groaning. “Damn. You always this quiet in the morning?”
I didn’t answer.
He moved closer, his hand finding my thigh like it was no big deal. Like he had every right to touch me.
“I didn’t sleep,” I said.
He laughed a little. “You sure? You sounded pretty into it a few hours ago.”
I pulled away, annoyed. “You’re unbelievable.”
Slash sat up, resting on one elbow. “Why are you acting like this is some huge thing? It happened. So what?”
“This was a mistake.”
He didn’t even flinch. “You don’t really believe that.”
I got up, grabbing my clothes off the floor. “You kissed me right after Izzy left. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“So did you,” he said. “You didn’t stop me. You kissed me back.”
I froze for a second, then turned to face him. “Izzy’s gone, and now I’m here with you. That’s messed up.”
He stared at me. “Izzy walked away. I didn’t.”
“That doesn’t make you the good guy,” I said.
He stood up too, calm but serious now. “I never said I was the good guy. But at least I’m not the one pretending.”
I glared at him. “You ruined everything.”
Slash let out a breathy laugh. “No, sweetheart. You did.”
There he goes with that damn phrase again. I couldn’t even argue though because deep down, I knew he was right.
nice izzy fic!
can you post the alternate ending too? Not that it wasn't good or something but I'm just curious🥰
Yess ofc! Here is the alternate ending to the damaged izzy fic! (Yes it is still a sad ending lol) Let me know if you guys liked the original ending or the alt ending better :)
Damaged💔❤️🔥
Izzy stradlin x reader| featuring slash
Alternative Ending~~~
It had taken everything in me to not reach out again.
After everything, after the betrayal, the nights of silence, the rumors of Izzy nearly drinking himself into the hospital, I still loved him. Still saw him in everything. In the songs we used to listen to. In the worn denim jacket still buried at the back of my closet. In the aching hollowness I hadn’t been able to fill with anyone else.
He finally agreed to meet.
A quiet café on Sunset. Middle of the day. Neutral ground. He walked in late, sunglasses on, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his worn black hoodie. He looked exhausted.
“Hey,” I whispered.
He slid into the booth across from me. Didn’t say anything for a long minute. Just stared.
“You look… better,” I offered.
Izzy scoffed. “That’s a lie.”
I reached for his hand across the table, but he pulled back.
“I’m not here for a reunion,” he said, voice low. “You said you had something to say.”
I nodded, throat tight. “I still love you. And I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but—”
He cut me off. “Why now?”
“Because I never stopped thinking about you. About us.”
His jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to believe me, and hated himself for it.
And then the bell above the door rang.
We both turned.
Slash.
Leather jacket, dark shades, that cocky smirk like he owned the world.
“Wow,” he drawled. “Didn’t think I’d find both of you here.”
Izzy’s entire body went rigid.
Slash walked right up to our table, hands on the edge, leaning in. “Cute little meeting. What is this, closure?”
“Leave,” I said quickly, my stomach dropping.
Izzy stood up slow, eyes hard. “You followed her?”
Slash shrugged. “Didn’t have to. Just figured she’d go crawling back eventually.”
Izzy stepped forward. His voice was calm, but deadly. “You’ve got five seconds to walk out before I do something we both regret.”
Slash smiled like a devil. “Don’t forget, man. She came to me. You were just too fucked up to see what was right in front of you.”
I grabbed Izzy’s arm. “Don’t. He’s not worth it.”
But the damage was already done.
Izzy’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes were glassy, not with tears, just rage and heartbreak barely contained.
“You know what?” he said, looking at me. “I thought maybe… maybe we had a chance. That something real was still buried under the wreckage.”
“There is,” I whispered. “Izzy, please.”
But he shook his head.
“I can’t compete with ghosts. And I won’t compete with him.”
He walked out without another word, the door slamming behind him like the end of a chapter I’d never get to rewrite.
Slash let out a breathy chuckle. “He’ll get over it.”
I turned on him, eyes burning. “You ruined everything.”
He tilted his head. “No, sweetheart. You did.”
And just like that, I was alone again.
Hey, can you write an imagine where Y/N cheats on Izzy with Slash. When Izzy finds out, he is heartbroken, breaks up with her, and falls into a heavy alcohol addiction. Only then does Y/N realize how much she loved him and tries to win him back.
Including angst and fluff please, make it real long please ♡
Yess I gotchu! Sorry it’s late, I’ve been sick for the past week, but I finally finished it yay me! Hope you enjoy :) btw I have an alternate ending that I did for this, so if you want it let me know!
Damaged💔❤️🩹
Izzy Stradlin x reader
(featuring Slash | themes: betrayal, addiction, heartbreak, regret)
Warning ‼️ (angst, fluff, kinda long)
Y/N POV~
I never meant for it to happen. That sounds like bullshit, I know, but I didn’t. One minute, I was drunk, laughing too loud at one of Slash’s dumb stories, and the next, I was in his hotel room, tangled in sheets that didn’t smell like Izzy. They smelled like smoke and sweat and betrayal.
And now here I am, sitting on the floor of Izzy’s apartment, my back against the cold wall, knees pulled to my chest, wishing I could claw the last 48 hours out of existence. He hasn’t said a word in hours. Just paces. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like he’s trying to walk it off, like heartbreak is something you can sweat out.
“Izzy…” My voice is small, and I hate that. I used to speak and make his head turn. Now I sound like a ghost.
He finally stops and looks at me. Really looks. Eyes red, jaw tight, that wild black hair falling into his face like it always does. Except now he doesn’t brush it away. He just stares, like he’s seeing me for the first time. Or maybe like he wishes he wasn’t seeing me at all.
“You fucked Slash.”
There’s no question in his voice.
I open my mouth to speak, to explain, though I have no explanation worth a damn, but he cuts me off before I can try.
“You fucked him, Y/N.”
“I was drunk”
So was I! Every night for the last four years. You don’t see me climbing into someone else’s bed.” His voice cracks, and that’s worse than if he screamed. I’d rather he throw a lamp or smash a guitar than break like this.
“Izzy, I’m sorry…”
He turns away.
And just like that, I know it’s over.
I didn’t see him for weeks after that. The guys said he’d holed up somewhere in L.A., sleeping on a friend’s couch, bottle always in reach. Sometimes it was whiskey. Sometimes vodka. Once, it was cough syrup and Coke.
Slash didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to. The smirk he gave me backstage after a show said everything. I was just another notch. Another story he’d laugh about. Another mistake.
But Izzy? I ruined him.
I started hearing things. That he missed rehearsals. That he’d fallen asleep during a recording session. That Axl threatened to kick him out if he didn’t pull it together. Duff tried to help, but even he was at a loss. “He loved you,” he told me once, shaking his head. “He really fucking loved you.”
I knew. God, I knew.
The first time I saw him again, it was pouring. The rain was heavy and mean, like it was trying to drown the whole damn city. I waited outside The Viper Room, soaked and shaking, because someone said he might show up. And he did.
He didn’t recognize me at first.
Or maybe he just didn’t want to.
“Hey,” I said, breathless when I saw him, cigarette dangling from his lips, coat clinging to his shoulders, eyes bloodshot.
He blinked. “Y/N?”
“Izzy… I need to talk to you.”
He just stared, swaying slightly, the smell of alcohol clinging to him like a second skin. “Talk? Now you want to talk?”
“I miss you.”
He laughed. It was empty. Hollow. “You miss me? What part? The part before or after you fucked my bandmate?”
I flinched. “I made a mistake.”
“You made a choice.”
We stood there in silence, rain hitting the sidewalk like a metronome. I reached for him.
“Don’t.”
His voice wasn’t angry this time. Just tired. Broken.
“I’m not okay,” I said softly.
“Neither am I,” he whispered. “And that’s because of you.”
I didn’t give up.
Call me pathetic. Call me delusional. But I loved him. I love him. And I couldn’t let it end like that. I started writing him letters. Leaving voicemails. Waiting outside shows. I became the girl I used to roll my eyes at, clingy, desperate, hopeful.
Weeks passed.
Then one night, I heard a knock on my door.
I opened it and nearly collapsed.
“Izzy…”
He looked different. Thinner. Tired. But there was something in his eyes I hadn’t seen in a long time, clarity.
“I can’t sleep,” he said.
I stepped aside.
We didn’t talk much that night. We didn’t need to. He lit a cigarette and sat on my bed, fingers trembling just a little. I watched him. Studied him. Every line of his face. Every bruise I left on his heart.
“I still dream about you,” he said finally. “But in the dream, you always leave.”
“I’m here now.”
He looked at me. Long and hard. Then set the cigarette down and stood.
And when he kissed me, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was fire and pain and everything we never said. His hands were rough, callused, trembling. He pinned me to the wall, his mouth hot on my neck, his voice a low growl in my ear.
You ruined me,” he said, breath hot as he lifted my shirt. “You fucking ruined me.”
“I know,” I whispered.
He kissed me again, harder this time, like he wanted to forget. Like he wanted to punish me. Maybe he did. Maybe I deserved it.
Clothes fell to the floor. His body pressed against mine, hot and heavy, every thrust a reminder of what we had, what we lost. He held my wrists above my head, lips on my collarbone, moaning my name like it hurt.
“I hate you,” he gasped against my mouth.
“No, you don’t.”
And I was right, because he came undone with my name on his lips, burying his face in my shoulder as we collapsed together.
Fast forward ~
It had been almost a year since the night izzy came over.
Twelve months of silence, of blocked numbers, of showing up to the studio just to hear he’d left five minutes earlier. I had written letters. Sent messages he never opened. I even showed up at his old apartment once. Slash answered the door.
“You’re the last person he wants to see,” he said coldly, before slamming it in my face.
Izzy had fallen deep into it, alcohol, bar fights, late nights with women whose names he didn’t bother to learn. I heard the stories. Everyone did. He was burning out and didn’t care who watched.
But I still loved him. That never changed. Even as guilt gnawed away at me like rot under the skin.
And then one night, I found him.
Passed out in a back booth at some shitty dive off Sunset. Guitar case on the table, empty bottle in front of him. He looked like a ghost, pale, thinner, eyes sunken like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
“Izzy,” I said, crouching beside him. My hand touched his shoulder. He flinched hard.
His eyes opened, bloodshot and slow to focus. “Why the hell are you here?”
“I needed to see you. I’m worried.”
He sat up, barely. “A little late for worry, sweetheart.”
“I know I hurt you,” I whispered. “But I love you. I never stopped.”
He looked at me, really looked, and I could see it all behind his eyes. The pain. The love. The memories.
“I believe that,” he said finally, voice hoarse. “And it doesn’t matter.”
My throat tightened. “Izzy…”
“You broke something in me. And no matter how much I want to pretend I can forgive you, I can’t.” He reached for his bottle, found it empty, and dropped it with a thud. “I hope you figure your shit out someday. But you and me? We’re done.”
And that was it.
He stood and walked away, guitar slung over his shoulder like a war wound. I didn’t chase him.
Because maybe this was how it was supposed to end.
subby slash
contents: submissive slash, dominant reader, praising, handcuffing, nicknames
warning: it goes straight to the point because I was too lazy to come up with a background story
word count: 410
You had him handcuffed to the bed with only his jeans on, his rock hard bulge obvious in his pants. You’ve waited for this moment forever, to just see him so helpless on your bed like this. You were only in your white cotton panties, nipples hard. You crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. He looked up at you, desire in his eyes. You lowered yourself on him and grinded against his raging boner, feeling the friction it made against your sensitive clothed clit.
He let out a whine and bucked his hips up, almost pouting from the feeling of your pussy against him. You couldn’t help but to moan softly yourself, his hardness pressed against you causing you to get more aroused. “Please, ride me” He begged under his breath. You pressed a soft peck to his lips before speaking, “Just trust me.” You unbuttoned his jeans to slide them off, as well as his pre-cum stained boxers. You took your panties off before repositioning yourself, taking his cock and positioning it at your entrance.
He winced in pleasure at the slight touch before you sunk down onto his cock slowly, taking every inch inside of your pussy. You started to move your hips, grinding back and forth. “It’s too much, it’s too much” He whimpered and whined. “It’s okay, you can take it sweetheart,” you encouraged as your hips increased in pace. He squirmed around as his whimpers became frequent with every move of your hips. You could see him struggling as he tried to tug away from the handcuffs as if it’ll do any good. Moans started to fall out of your mouth, feeling his cock hit all the right places.
He started to huff and pant, sweating profusely. You knew he was close as you felt his cock twitch. You became closer and closer aswell, moving your hips faster before you clamp down onto his cock, riding out your orgasm. Feeling you clamp down onto his cock as your body twitches and convulses in pleasure around him was enough to send him over the edge as he started to shoot warm ropes of cum into you, painting your walls. His eyes rolled back and your back arched before you both came down, trying to regain composure.
You lifted yourself off his cock and put on your clothes, uncuffing him afterwards. “You did so well,” you praised before pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead.
receptionist
summary: your boyfriend Slash was working a late night shift at the office tonight, and you snuck in to talk to him.
contents: smut. dom!slash sub!reader, throatfucking.
word count: 831
You were at home and it was about 10-11pm at night; sitting on the couch, hand resting on your thigh. You missed your boyfriend Slash more than anything. You knew he had a shift to take; he needed the money. You thought about how you never missed him as much now that he’s been gone for so long. So, why not just sneak in? You got ready and took your car keys, the keys jingling in your hand as you walk out of your apartment.
You sat in the car, putting the keys in the ignition before starting the car and driving near his work. You pull into a parking space behind the building he worked at and entered near the doors that had the least attention. You knew his office number from visiting some other times before, sneaking into the room. He was away, probably at the bathroom. You heard his footsteps, and you panicked.
You quickly hid under his desk, not giving a second thought. He sighed and entered the room, gently humming the melody of an Aerosmith song. He sat in his office chair, pushing the chair closer to his desk. You could see his leather pants and you couldn’t tell if he had a boner or if the pants were just ruffled up. That was until you saw his hand rub himself through his pants slowly, his slightly oversized silver bracelets sliding down his wrists. He let out a low groan as you watch the print in his pants become more obvious.
He unzipped his pants, undoing the button. His cock slipped out of his boxers, his tip covered with pre-cum. He started stroking himself slowly, his hand gliding up in down. He whined your name as he started to stroke himself faster, completely oblivious to the fact you were mere inches away from him. You could feel your damp panties against you before you started rubbing yourself. You let out a needy whimper under your breath before pausing, freezing in place. Slash’s movements stopped, complete silence filling the room. He rolled his chair back a bit to look under his desk.
“What the fuck?” He exclaimed in surprise before relaxing. “How long have you been down there?” He asked. “Long enough to see what you were doing,” you blurted out. His face flushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I just missed you.” He murmured. “It’s okay, let me take care of you,” you said before grabbing onto his knees gently, pulling him closer. You took him slowly in your mouth, and he let out a soft gasp. He fixed his chair, squirming as he tried to get comfortable. His hands moved to your hair, gripping onto it gently.
Suddenly, the phone started ringing. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can answer that” he stammers. You take half of him out of your mouth to respond quickly, “Just do it or else your boss will complain” you said before taking him fully into your mouth again. He listened, picking up the phone. You shoved him down your throat and he let out a soft whimper. “What was that?” The customer asked. He coughed, trying to play it off. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. What time are you coming to pick it up?” He speaks, his voice shaky.
You sucked faster, loving to hear him struggle. He bucked his hips up, biting onto his bottom lip as he tried not to moan. “Mhm,” he says to the customer as he grips onto your hair tighter and starts to guide your mouth up and down his shaft, throatfucking you. You could hear Slash’s loud shaky breathing as he pounded over and over into your mouth. He winced in pleasure. “Okay see you then,” he rambled quickly before hanging up the phone immediately. He moaned loudly, ramming his cock into the back of your throat repeatedly. Your eyes watered and you gagged. He ignored it, looking at you as your throat takes all of him.
“Please, fuck baby. I’m gonna cum” he whined and panted out. You gripped onto him tighter and elevated yourself up more, allowing him to go deeper in your throat. Slash gasps once more before his cock twitches in your throat. His face contorted and his body tensed up. His eyes rolled back into his head as he shot load after load into your mouth, aggressively gripping your hair. His body convulses as he fucked up into you, his orgasm coming to an end.
His body then relaxed and he panted heavily, leaning back in his chair. You slipped his dick out of your mouth, his hand slipping from your hair. Slash’s eyes were closed and his face was slightly sweaty. Your hair was disheveled and your makeup was messed up. He opened his eyes as they drifted towards you. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured before putting himself away in his boxers and zipping up his pants.
I guess sneaking in wasn’t a bad idea after all.
healing from a breakup
summary: you and your boyfriend broke up because he cheated on you, and slash was there to comfort you.
contents: fluff
word count: 806
You found out your boyfriend cheated on you, causing a huge argument between you two that soon ended the relationship. You walked to your apartment while crying, your mascara slightly smudged and runny from your salty tears. He was your everything, and as much as you tried to stop crying you couldn’t. A car slowly drives by you, before recognizing a figure in the drivers seat. It was your boy best friend, Slash.
“Hey, are you okay?” His voice softly called out as he rolled down the window.
You looked at him before shaking your head no.
He sighed. “Get in,” He said before you heard the doors click & unlock.
You enter the passenger’s seat, closing the door and buckling in before he started to drive off. “What happened?” He asked, his voice still soft while his eyes drifted in between the road and you. “Me and my boyfriend broke up,” you spoke, your voice hoarse from crying & not speaking. Slash looked at you, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “What? What did he do?” He exclaimed and stammered out. “He cheated on me” you said, wiping the messy mascara from your eyebags & fixing your makeup. “Okay, well you can stay at my place tonight. Maybe that’ll cheer you up” he offered before you answered with a nod.
A few minutes later you both arrived at his house. You exited the passenger’s seat, and he locked the doors. He opened the front door for you and allowed you inside of his house. After you both take off your accessories, you sit down on the couch. Slash was in the kitchen, making coffee for you both. He came over to the couch and you felt a weight shift in the cushion next to you as he sat down. He placed both of the cups on the coffee table and his hands drifted to your back, rubbing up and down gently.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He said in a low voice.
“It’s just that I really trusted him, and I don’t know if I can date another guy after that,” you say. Your voice broke as tears streamed down your cheeks once again.
He tapped your arm in order for you to face him and pulled you into a warm hug. Slash’s arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder, his dark curly hair visible through the corner of your eye. You wrapped your arms back around him and cried into his arms, your body jumping with every sob. “Shhh,” he murmured into your ear as he pulled you closer, at a loss for words. Soon your sobs turned to sniffles and your body started to relax. The coffee started to become cold, but you didn’t care. You leaned into Slash’s touch and closed your eyes, focusing on his body warmth. He slowly pulled away and broke the hug, yet his hand was still on your back supportively. You could feel the print of his silver rings pressing against your back gently.
“Do you feel better now?” Slash said, his eyes filled with worry.
You nodded and a small smile formed on his lips. He removed his hand from your back and turned away. You suddenly felt like something was missing, aching for his touch. “Wait,” You say before he turns towards you. “Yeah?” He asks. “Can we just stay like that for a little longer?” You asked, your voice slightly low. He nodded and pulled you into a hug once again. After a good five minutes, your cheeks started to flush and you laid on him. He let himself fall down onto the couch pillow and you ended up resting on his chest.
You positioned yourself comfortably and his fingers found your hair, softly running through your roots. The only sound was the sound of our soft breathing. You faced him, resting your chin against his chest to look at him. Your faces were mere inches apart. Your eyes analyzed Slash’s face as his brown eyes stared deep into yours. The way his curls framed his face, his eyes stared into yours, the way his lips curved every time he smiled. It drove you crazy.
“Can I kiss you?” He muttered. You nodded and leaned in, tilting your head to the right. His warm hands cupped your face and your hands rested on his neck as he kissed you. His lips felt warm and soft against yours before he slid his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you slowly, but it didn’t feel lustful. It felt full of affection, and your tongue moved against his for a brief moment before you both pulled away. Your head went back to resting on his chest and your eyes closed. Slash’s hands rubbed your back as you slowly drifted off to sleep.
semi-formal, part 2
summary for both parts: even though you’re in the U.S, you go to a mardi gras semi-formal dance. you turn out to be heartbroken, only for things to twist into a night with your ex Slash.
contents: smut, I guess fluff?
part 1 link: https://www.tumblr.com/mortifiedkaz/778087478584311809/semi-formal-part-1
word count: 722
After getting home, you decided to call Slash. You both were normally talking before deciding to get back together in a relationship again. He talked about how much he missed you and how much he wanted you to come over as soon as possible. You offered to sneak out and he was okay with it. So as soon as his mother went to bed, you got your shit and ran out the door. You called him during the 30 minute walk and hung up when you were nearby. He walked up to you and stared into your eyes deeply. “I missed you,” he muttered. “I missed you too” you said with a smile before he grabbed you and pulled you into a kiss.
His tongue entered your mouth for a few seconds before he pulled away and lead you to a more secluded area. “I love you so much,” he said. “I love you too” you replied before he pulled you back into a kiss. This time, it was slow and sensual. Your breathing hitched and your hand went to hold onto his hair. His pace picked up as he reached behind you and gripped your ass. “Mmhh,” you heard him hum into the kiss which only made you more turned on. You pulled him closer, slightly grinding against his leg.
He broke the kiss and sat down on the ground with you. “I’m hard,” he blurted out. You giggled a bit before giving him a small peck on the lips. He went to tease you through your pants but was just aggressively rubbing your clit. You squirmed away before going to rub him through his pants slowly. You kissed him slow & sexual again as you rubbed him faster and faster, feeling him soon turn into a brick underneath you. You pulled away from the kiss and let him take off his pants & boxers.
He guided your hand onto his shaft and you started slowly stroking him, not wanting to hurt him. You could hear his loud shaky breathing. He kissed you once again, not able to get enough of you. Your tongue kind of tumbled around his, trying to focus on attempting to kiss good and stroking him at the same time. He whimpered into your mouth, kissing you more aggressively. He asked for you to speed up and so you did, stroking him faster. Your other hand rested in between the both of you. You felt his cock thrust up into your hand and his shaft starting to twitch. His whimpers in your mouth got even louder before he started to buck his hips up, flooding your hand with his hot sticky cum. You felt the warmth run down your hand as he shot out spurt after spurt. You rub him through his orgasm, slowly stroking him once he came before stopping completely. He pulled away from the kiss, catching his breath.
He looked down and realized he came on his coat beneath him, so he decided to go back inside to clean it up. As you were left there, you rinsed your hand off in the snow, unable to wipe it on anything else. He comes back and you stand up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t want to get caught,” he mutters. “Does this mean you’re going?” I ask. “Yeah but not right now, only in a few minutes” he replied. You smiled and pulled him into a tongue kiss, but instead of desire it was just of endearment. “I love you so much,” you said as you pulled away from the kiss to kiss him all over his face.
“I love you too,” he said back and smiled. You couldn’t get enough of him, your hands wandering all over him and kissing him all over his face and neck. You accidentally made a joke and he jokingly walked away, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to you. “No, you’re not leaving without a kiss,” you said. You didn’t want to sound controlling but you needed to kiss him just one last time. He blushed and gave you one last kiss before giving you a hug. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too darling,” you replied. He became flustered at the nickname before he had to go, walking away. “Bye love,” you said loud enough for him to hear. He turned and waved to you before you started walking back home with a smile on your face.
semi-formal part 1
summary for both parts: even though you’re in the U.S, you go to a mardi gras semi-formal dance. you turn out to be heartbroken, only for things to twist into a night with your ex Slash.
part 2 link: https://www.tumblr.com/mortifiedkaz/778090241863122944/semi-formal-part-2
word count: 706
You never really understood going to parties, you just went out in order to dress up and have some drinks if there was alcohol. Obviously there never was any because you were 15, but that wasn’t the sole purpose. You sat at a table with your friends; people were in dresses of green, blue, and white yet you were in a black dress that showed off your tits and ass. Everything was going fine until you looked up and saw the dude you liked standing next to a girl. He stared back at you before turning to his girlfriend.
Your heart broke. You genuinely thought that he liked you and that you had a chance with him. Your hand shakes as you sip a glass of lemonade. Your friend brings you out of a daze, looking at you with a concerned look. “Hey, are you okay? You’re shaking really badly” She asked. “No,” you replied, trying to make your tone sound joking but instead sounded very serious. “You need me to get you some food or anything to help?” She said softly. “I’m okay no thank you,” you replied softly back in response.
After a few minutes you started to feel a bit better, trying to focus on your other friend to dance with her & feel better but at some point even she ditched you. You were left standing alone, staring at the dance floor blankly. Slash was a few months older than you, yet the same age. He walked up next to you and went on a small rant because you guys were still friends even if he was your ex. “It’s actually so fucking depressing sitting here without your friends and going here alone,” he huffed into your ear. “Tell me about it, how do you think I feel?” I said back jokingly, smiling at him.
Conversation started between you guys and soon you were playfully wrestling, giggling at each other. You both slowly started to come down and becoming less giggly before your best friend and her boyfriend quickly passed by.
“Kiss,” Her boyfriend yelled before scattering away.
Me and Slash both looked at each other. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach, my heart beating faster and my palms sweating. I wanted to seriously kiss him, but I didn’t know if he would be comfortable with it or not because he mentioned liking another girl that didn’t like him back so I gave him a playful dirty look. He acted the same way as I did and it was silent for a few seconds before he changed the subject.
He put his arms on my arm and I reciprocated the action, and now we were both caressing each others arms. I thought he was joking around until I looked at him and he had a serious expression on his face. I couldn’t take him seriously and kept making playful looks at him, but he remained serious. Soon, everybody left and the room started to empty. “Shit, i think it’s over,” I said as I watched people leave. “Oh yeah, you’re right” he said before pulling me to the side.
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to stay the night at my house tonight?” He asked in a serious tone. Your heart fluttered, you never stayed the night. Of course you accepted his offer, yet his parents still said no. “Well, do you need a ride?” He asked. “No, thank you though. I already have a ride” you said in a soft tone. He left and you were stranded there, sitting on the curb alone with your coat on. Your father was being an asshole about picking you up and said he would take 10 minutes. “I really wish I could’ve stayed the night, my father’s being an asshole,” you texted Slash.
“Yeah I know. Hey, this might be weird but I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime” He replied. Your cheeks flushed and you agreed.
“I wish I could’ve kissed you at the dance,”
“Me too, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable”
“Me neither, but the next time I’m going to see you I’m going to kiss you”
“I’m okay with that,” you texted back before getting a ride home.
sir yes sir🫡🫡🫡