80s Band Imagines

❤Duff #17- Slow*

More Smut

🎸

Duff and I had been friends since we were 14. We'd been through thick and thin, fights, break-ups, parties, and even college. Well, before we dropped out. Duff had finally made it big with Guns, and he wanted me to be a roadie. You know, sell merch, help backstage if needed, and help them in the studio. Me and Duff were practically attached at the hip. We always have been.

Yes, we occasionally kiss, and we always cuddle, but never more than that. I'd always been attracted to Duff, but I didn't think it would ever work, and our friendship has withstood so much to ruin, you know?

Take tonight, for example, the guys were out clubbing, and me and Duff decided to stay in and watch movies. We haven't had a movie night in a while. Besides, Duff was a great cuddler, especially since he was so tall and I was short.

"Bug?"

"Duff?"
I asked from his side. We were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the movie playing only as background noise.

"Can I ask you something?"
He asked, propping his head up on his head and turning his body to face me.

"You just did, Duff."
I replied with a giggle.

"An actual question, smartass."
He chuckled.

"What's buggin' you, Duff?"
I asked, mimicking his position on my bed.

"How come you didn't wanna go out tonight?"
He asked, resting his hand on mine, which rested on my hip, beginning to play with my fingers.

"Wasn't feeling it."
I shrugged.

"Obviously, since you were the one who suggested we stay in tonight. I mean, you don't seem to enjoy going out as much anymore."
He points out, still playing with my fingers.

"Eh. I guess I'm just tired of going out, wasting money on booze, and then going home with some guy for the most mediocre sex of my life. Guess I just wasn't feeling that tonight."
I shrugged.

"Mediocre sex, huh, Sweetheart?"
He chuckled.

"Yeah, it's always rushed. Especially if they're drunk."

"Rushed? What do you mean?"
Duff asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, like, I don't know. It just seems like guys don't know the difference between love and sex anymore. Like, I get it's a hookup, but sometimes a girl wants love and not sex. Make sense?"

"So, you mean to tell me no one wants to show you love?"
He asked, his voice suddenly going deeper in tone.

"Nope. Come to think of it, I've only had one 'slow' hook-up, and that was because he was high and paranoid."
I chuckled.

"So no one's ever showed you a good time. Is that what you're telling me, Sweetheart?"
Duff asked, scooting closer, seemingly intrigued.

"It's not that. I have fun, sure. Sex is sex. Sometimes it would just be nice to go slow. Not just hit and run, you know?"

"So no one's taken the time to dick you down, right?"
Duff vulgarly asked, catching me off guard.

"You're missing my point. I may not have the best time, but I usually enjoy myself. Sometimes I want to enjoy myself at a different pace, though."
I tried to explain.

Duff nodded and scooted closer, to where there was little to no room between us.

"So, no one's ever kissed you until they find the place that makes you squeal?"
He asked, dipping his head down to gently bite, kiss, and suck at my neck.