Hi, dolls! My name is Angel, I'm 18 and trying to blog my life away for the first time :) I love to write, (fanfics, poems, you name it) and here i'll also be posting moodboards, clips, etc.
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hi dolls💕 currently back on tumblr and writing - i have quite a few requests that i have to finish while also preparing original work and the continuation of cherry lips series. can’t wait to post them! <3
Hii, not a question, but i just wanted to tell you that i absolutely looove the Cherry series!! Like the dynamic between Charlotte and Axl is so good & Ive been searching forever for a fanfic like this. I really hope you continue with the series 💓
Aww thank you so much! I appreciate it a lot and i’m really happy to see that others like it! 🫶🏻
I will indeed continue the series; part 7 will come out soon! If you have a scenario in mind or something that you’d like to see in the next few parts, i’d be more than happy to hear!
summary: Two years of unresolved tension, one joint, and Axl Rose knowing you a little too well. What could possibly go wrong?
warnings: 18+/NSFW/SMUT! unprotected p in v, dry humping, hair pulling, chocking, spanking, finger sucking, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, mock sympathy, praising knk (a little bit of degrading), dom!axl & sub!reader, mentions of weed.
w.c: 28k
A/N: Yeah um I almost came in my pants multiple times writing this. I hope you’ll enjoy it my loves! ->request
Los Angeles had a weird way of making people stumble into each other's orbits.
You met Axl through friends almost two years ago. It was one of those nights where half of the city seemed crammed into the same apartment, cheap beer everywhere, music so loud your ears would throb; where people would play beer pong in the kitchen and drunk couples had sex in the tiny bathrooms.
He would have been impossible not to notice. Not because he was loud - though he definitely could be - but because he had this intensity about him. Like he cared too much about everything. Music, books, movies. He'd argue with anyone, then laugh ten minutes later like it never happened.
You yourself ended up arguing with him over something ridiculous, most probably about a band. And somehow you ended up spending three hours talking while everyone else seemed to drift around you.
From then on, you'd run into each other constantly.
Sometimes weeks would pass without seeing one another. Guns rehearsals, college making you eat shit, everybody working odd jobs that fucked every plan. But every time you crossed paths, you'd pick up right where you left off.
And there was always something there, but neither of you had ever done anything about it.
Maybe because timing sucked.
Maybe because you genuinely liked what you had as friends, and neither wanted to screw it up.
Or maybe because every time you were together, you somehow danced around it.
Until recently.
The last few months, you started seeing him more. Same parties, same friends, late night phone calls that lasted until two in the morning. Him showing up wherever everyone was hanging out, immediately making a beeline for wherever you'd be sitting.
And every time you caught him looking at you, he never looked away.
His room was a disaster.
Clothes everywhere, records stacked in uneven piles, crumpled papers everywhere, written setlists everywhere, stack of notebooks taking up space.
You both were on his bed- you sat cross-legged against the wall while Axl leaned back against the headboard, passing the joint with a grin.
"I can see you fuming, you ocd freak." he said with a chuckle.
You shook your head, squinting your eyes. "Your room is a fucking biohazard."
He scoffed. "Rich coming from you."
You turned your head to look at him, "My room doesn't look like a tornado destroyed it."
"No, your room looks like a serial killer alphabetized everything."
You laughed. "I just like knowing where my stuff is."
He chuckled "You got issues."
You giggled and pointed your finger lazily, "And you got a sock hanging off your lamp."
He looked over, staring at it. "Huh."
He smiled, shaking his head while taking another drag, before passing it back.
And for a while, you just talked. About music, friends, a dumb story Steven said, what your friend Anna did with her boyfriend this time. Axl went in passionate tangents about some song he'd been obsessed with recently, over analyzing it.
You always loved listening to him talk when he got like that. He got animated, his hands moving around, his eyes litting up.
Axl always loved when you'd lose track of what you were saying halfway through because of how many ideas you'd get.
You teased him about how geeky he'd get before.
And he always claimed that you were one of the only people that actually listened.
At some point, you stretched out across the bed without really thinking about it, legs over his.
He smirked, tracing lazy circles over your knee. "What was his name? Michelle, Michael-"
You flinched as his touch tickled you, slapping his hand away gently. "Mike. You met him, asshole."
He shrugged. "Never liked him anyways."
You rolled your eyes. "That's because you barely paid attention to him."
"I paid enough attention."
"No, you didn't."
Axl smirked,
"I paid enough attention to notice he spent half the time looking everywhere except at you."
You blinked. For a second, you were genuinely caught off guard.
"What?"
He shrugged one shoulder casually. "You heard me."
You opened your mouth to speak, but close it right back.
He smirked, taking a drag from the almost-finished joint.
You rolled your eyes and reached to grab it from his fingers. "You're wrong."
He gave it to you, his smirk only growing bigger. "Sure I am."
You frowned. "He was nice."
"Mhm."
"He was."
"I bet." he said with a little chuckle that only annoyed you more.
"He was funny, and smart."
He whistled lowly. "So, so smart."
"He had a good job."
Axl snorted.
"What's so funny about having a good job?" you asked, crossing your arms.
"Nothin'. It's just funny that's making the list."
You shoved his shoulder. "He bought me flowers."
"Mhm."
"He was charming."
"Very."
"AND he was good in bed!"
The second the words left your mouth, Axl barked out a laugh.
A full laugh that made your jaw drop. "Excuse me?"
He rubbed a hand over his mouth, looking away for a second as he tried, and failed, to hide the grin tugging at his lips.
"You're really committing to this bit, huh?"
You stared at him. "Bit?"
He nodded, setting the joint in the ashtray. "Yep."
"It's not a bit."
"Keep tellin' yourself that." he said as he sighed.
"Axl."
His grin only widened.
"You're trying to convince yourself more than you're trying to convince me."
You frowned "I'm not trying to convince anyone!"
He bit a chuckle, "Really?"
"Really."
Axl's eyebrows lifted.
"You're telling me that Mike actually fucked you good?" he deadpanned.
Your jaw dropped a little, before you closed your mouth back. "You are an asshole."
He shook his head, shifting to sit up more. "No, no, answer the question."
You brought your knees to your chest and shook your head. "I'm not answering."
He smirked, looking over at you with hazy eyes.
"You don't gotta play all innocent." he shrugged a shoulder. "It's obvious that he didn't, and that you didn’t like it."
You looked over at him, not knowing if your face is getting hot from the weed, or from his words.
"You don't know that." you told him, your voice quieter than it should've been.
He looked over the ashtray, noticing the joint had gone out. He reached over the nightstand, taking a cigarette from his pack, slowly placing it between his lips as he lit it and took a slow, long drag. His eyes never left yours as he exhaled the smoke towards you, his voice low as he spoke.
"You think I haven't noticed?"
You swallowed, "What's there to notice?" you spoke, voice quieter than you would've liked.
He looked over your face, before his gaze settled on yours. He spoke softly,
"The way you wait for direction. How you hesitate when you're left on your own. You don't like having to decide, do you?"
You froze, your eyes widening for a second. You wanted to talk back, but you couldn't.
"You settle when someone else takes over. I've seen it."
You stared at him for a second, baffled. "You're insane. I'm not like that."
He snorted softly. "Buuuullshiit."
You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died in your throat. His gaze was steady, unblinking, making you question yourself.
"I'm not." you insisted.
Axl tilted his head, studying you.
"You know what I think?" he said, his voice low and calm.
You shook your head, both anxious and curious about what he had to say.
He smirked. "You obviously like when someone takes control, and I think that Mike didn't give you any of that." he looked over at you with hazy eyes ‘’It was obvious that he’s too much of a pussy to have the balls to do it.’’
You let out a breath that was half-scoff and half- laugh. "You have no idea what you're talking about." you muttered, trying to sound dismissive, though it came out breathy instead. Your thighs pressed together unconsciously.
Axl's smile turned predatory. He leaned slightly forward as he shifted his position, his eyes scanning you. "Is that why you're sitting there fidgeting?" he nodded down at your hands that where now resting on your lap.
"You know i'm right, stop getting defensive." He reached out, lightly tapping his finger against your knee. "You can relax, baby. I'm not judging you."
Your face flushed hot. "Don't call me that."
He smiled hazily. "What? Baby?" he repeated, emphasizing the word deliberately.
You rolled your eyes, but the motion was ruined by the shiver that ran through you when his rings grazed your knee. "You're full of shit, and an asshole." you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest which only pushed up your breast, making Axl's gaze flicker briefly before snapping back to your face.
He chuckled, "And you're frustrated, aren't you?" he said smoothly, his hand still resting on your knee. His thumb traced small circles against your skin, and this time you didn't flinch. "There's a difference."
You shifted slightly as you tried to shake the heat that was now pooling lowly in your belly. "I'm not frustrated."
His gaze snapped to your lips for a second. "Your body says otherwise."
You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off with a simple and quiet command.
"C'mere."
You felt you heart skip a beat. You were caught between pride and something darker that was pulling at your gut as you looked at him, your lips slightly parted.
He watched as you hesitated. He wasn't demanding.. only inviting.
You bit the inside of your lip for a second, your eyes scanning his face before you gave in and slowly crawled in his direction.
He bit down a smirk as he watched you slowly make your way towards him, his hands settling onto your hips to help you straddle him, gripping your waist like he's been waiting for this moment. The air between you shifted, now thick with smoke and sudden undeniable tension that has been lingering for too long. He looked up at you, eyes dark and heavy. "See?" he murmured, giving your hips a squeeze. "Much easier when you stop fighting it."
You glared down at him weakly, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders for balance. "I'm not fighting anything," you muttered, though your breath hitched at the way his large hands gently grabbed you.
"You are," he corrected softly, his voice vibrating through your chest. "You're fighting yourself."
His hands slid slowly up your sides, calloused fingers tracing the curve of your ribs through your shirt. He studied every flicker of your eyes, every hitched breath. When his thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, you gasped softly, your fingers curling into his shoulders. His hands mapped out your body like he was memorizing it. He could feel your heartbeat quickening beneath his palms, making him smirk softly. "Easy," he whispered while his grip tightened possessively.
He leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the spot where your neck met your shoulder. His lips were soft, his breath hot against your skin. You shivered, tilting your head to give him better access. His hands slowly slid up to cup your breasts fully, thumbs brushing your hardening nipples through the fabric of your shirt.
"Stop overthinking," he murmured against your neck before giving it a soft kiss. "Just feel."
His hips shifted slightly underneath you, and you felt the hard length of him pressed against your core through his jeans. You gasped, the feeling immediately making your arousal spike.
A smirk tugged at his lips against your skin as he felt you react to his hardness. He rolled his hips once, his hands leaving your breasts to grip your thighs, spreading them wider on his lap so he could press you closer. "See how easy it is?"
Your breath came out shaky as his hard bulge ground against your core. You could feel your panties growing damp, your body betraying you in the best way possible. Your began to move slowly in little circles, the rough denim of your shorts against your sensitive spot driving you crazy. A soft whimper slipped from your lips.
One hands slid up from your hip to cup your face gently, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. You stilled, watching him with wide eyes. "Open," he said softly. A command wrapped in silk.
You parted your lips without hesitation, and he slid his thumb in your mouth, pressing lightly against your tongue. You sucked, your eyes staying locked onto his as your tongue circled it slowly.
He groaned quietly at the sight of your lips wrapped around his thumb, the heat of your mouth only making it harder for him to keep control. His other hand tightened on your hip, pressing against you even more firmly. He could feel the heath between your clothes. "That's it,"
He pressed his thumb deeper against your tongue, his eyes darkening as he watched you. "Atta girl." he murmured, the praise sending a jolt straight down your spine. He slowly pulled his thumb from your mouth, dragging the damp finger down your chin and throat. His hand wrapped around your throat gently, applying just enough pressure to make you feel his touch everywhere. His thumb brushed over your pulse point softly. "Is this okay?" he asked hoarsely, his voice laced with desire.
You bit your swollen lip and nodded, your eyes heavy and completely mesmerized by him. The look on your face said everything - you were turned the fuck on, drowning in the sensation.
He smiled a little, "Yeah? Feels good?" his grip tightened a little.
You nodded again as your hips began to move on their own, grinding down against him in slow circles, seeking friction as you began feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations you were feeling. He watched you like a hawk, drinking in every movement.
He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to - but he knew you wouldn't. His lips brushed against yours softly, like a question. You whimpered, pressing closer immediately. His hand on your throat tightened gently, and he dragged you into a kiss. His lips moved confidently against yours, tongue tracing the seam of your mouth.
The kiss deepened instantly, hungry and desperate after all this time of wanting. His tongue slipped past your lips, claiming your mouth completely. You whined into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. His hand on your throat guided your movements, tilting your head just right. The friction of your hips grinding against his cock made your head spin.
He pulled back just enough to breathe against your lips, his eyes pitch black. He hovered over your mouth, breathing ragged. His thumb traced your jawline before sliding back to your throat, feeling your pulse thundering beneath his touch.
"Tell me what you want," his voice was rough with desire and restraint. His hips shifted beneath you, letting you feel all the work you've done on him already. "Say it."
Your breath hitched, chest heaving as you looked up at him through heavy lids. "I want..." your voice came out wrecked, barely above a whisper. You swallowed hard, your hips grinding down against him again. "Please."
He tsked, shaking his head slowly. "Please, what?"
"Please, fuck me.." you breathed out, the words spilling from you, needily. Your walls were gone, destroyed by his touch, by the way he knew exactly how to handle you.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you, baby?" he asked, his tone mocking and low.
You nodded, completely lost in his touch. He captured your lips again, this time rougher. His other hand slid between your bodies, fingers working the button on your jeans.
He broke the kiss suddenly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back. Before you could even process the movement, he was hovering over you, caging you in with his arms on either side of your head. Your arms instinctively rose above your head, back arching slightly.
"Keep 'em there," he whispered hoarsely against your ear, nipping at your earlobe before kissing a path down your neck. "Don't fucking move your arms." His hot breath against your sensitive skin made you shiver. He dragged his lips down your throat, pressing a slow open- mouthed kiss over your collarbone. He took your shirt off for you, his eyes stuck onto your chest.
"Fuck," he murmured before he went back, caging you again slowly as he started kissing your skin inch by inch; your sternum, the valley between your breasts, the curve of it. Each touch was deliberate careful, worshipful.
You lay beneath him like an offering, your arms obediently above your head, breasts heaving with each shaky breath. Your back arched slightly off the bed, pushing your chest towards his mouth. Your thighs trembled slightly; you felt them already slick with need. The look on your face was pure ecstasy; lips parted, eyes glazed over, pupils blown wide. You were completely lost to him.
His lips dragged over your stomach slowly, grazing your hipbones as he reached the waistband of your shorts. He didn't pull them down immediately, instead, he pressed open mouthed kisses along the edge, teasing the skin exposed there. His hot breath ghosting over sensitive areas.
"So fuckin' good for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His thumbs tracked the hem of your shorts before tugging them down slowly, "Keeping your hands up, letting me have everything. You're fucking perfect."
He pressed a tender kiss over your covered clit, making you whimper and buck your hips upwards a little. His praise made you feel dizzy.
He made you feel worshipped, wanted in a way that went beyond just lust.
Something Mike never did.
He paused for a second, his hands sliding along your legs slowly to reach the hem of your panties, tugging them slowly, inch by inch. He sighed as he took sight of you. "Look at you," he breathed, voice rough. He moved your thighs to rest on his shoulders, his mouth kissing your inner thigh slowly. Your back arched, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you felt yourself grow more desperate by the minute.
"You're drenched, angel. All this for me?" he smirked, his voice a little muffled as his open mouthed kisses reached the spot you needed him most. His large hands gripped your hips possessively, holding you in place.
You whimpered at the feeling, your hips bucking absentmindedly. "Axl.." you whined quietly.
He chuckled low in his throat, "Patience."
You sighed, propping yourself onto your elbows as you looked at him, the sight making you bite your lip.
He watched your body squirm beneath his touch with low eyes, satisfied. His lips traced kisses down your thighs, deliberately avoiding your center. "You want something, sweetheart?"
"Please," you whispered, voice breaking. "Touch me."
He hummed against your thigh, before slowly dipping his head lower, tongue dragging slowly through your slick folds. You gasped, your head leaning back.
His tongue was slow, warm, working your pussy so good that it had you already biting your lip to try and keep quiet. His hands held your thighs, keeping you from squirming as he began to repeat what made you into a little whimpering mess.
Your hand drifted towards your mouth, a nervous habit. His eyes snapped up, locking onto yours. He slowed his pace, tongue barely flicking against your clit. His gaze dropped pointedly to your wondering hand.
"I wanna hear you." he said, voice low and a little muffled.
But you didn't listen. Your brain was hazy with pleasure, thoughts scattered. All you could focus on was his mouth and how good it felt.
He pulled away abruptly, the sudden loss of heat making you whimper.
"Put your hand down." he commanded, his voice quiet and low. He moved his mouth towards your inner thigh, lips brushing it as his eyes were locked onto yours, waiting for you to do as he said.
You placed your hand down next to you, looking at him as you waited for him to touch you again - but he took his sweet time before he did.
He left slow, hot, open mouthed kisses on your inner thigh, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so. You bit the inside of your lip, bucking your hips a little which only made his hands hold your hips in place better.
He smirked at your little portrayal of desperation. "You gonna be good f'me and listen?"
You didn't answer, only attempted to buck your hips once more, a little whine slipping past your lips as he kept your hips in place.
Before you could process, he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach, hauling your hips up. His hand rested on the curve of your ass.
When you stayed silent, breathless, his palm cracked down sharply. "I asked you a question."
The spank made you gasp more from surprise than pain, and honestly, it turned you on even more. Your pussy clenched around nothing as the sting turned into pleasure faster than you'd expect. You buried your face in the pillow to hide your expression. "Mhm,"
"I didn't hear you," he murmured, his hand smoothing over the stinging skin before delivering another sharp slap to the opposite cheek. Your hips jerked forward, a moan muffled into the pillow. The sting blended perfectly with the ache between your legs.
"Fuck- yes," you breathed out, voice clearer this time. "I- I promise i"ll be good."
He gripped your hip bone, pulling your back flush against his chest. You could feel his cock pressing against your ass through his jeans, rock hard and straining .
"Look at you..." he spoke lowly against your ear, running a possessive hand over your ass, kneading the softened flesh. "Such a pretty little slut for me, right?" He leaned over you, his voice dropping to a low, dirty whisper.
Your back arched deeper into his touch as he kneaded the stinging skin, hips rolling involuntarily. You've never been touched like this, you felt claimed - owned. It was all your mind had ever fantasized about and now it was real. His fingers pressed harder as you arched, "-fuck" your hands gripped the pillow tighter, knuckles white. He was driving you insane with need; the spanking, the dirty words, the way he was handling you.
He chuckled, his fingers trailing lower, though he avoided your soaked core. "Spread your legs," he ordered suddenly. When you obeyed, his hand cracked down your inner thigh, making you muffle a yelp. "Wider." He watched as you spread further, exposing yourself completely.
His hand softened as it now rested on your cheek, thumb tracing soothing circles over your skin where he'd previously left a mark. "Doin' so good for me, sugar." he murmured, his voice quiet and low. He then pressed his body into yours, as his fingers finally slid through your wet folds. He teased your entrance with one finger, making you push your hips back instinctively, silently begging for more. He gave it to you, sinking his finger knuckle deep and curling it upwards.
Your breath hitched, a broken "More.." falling from your lips.
He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you slowly. His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, firm circles over your sensitive bundle. The stretch of his fingers offered a tiny bit of relief to the ache, but it wasn't enough. Your brain turned to mush, your body vibrating with heat and want. "Need..please," you babbled against the pillow, hips rolling back into him. "Need you inside me, Ax..Please,"
He smirked, "Yeah? You want my cock?" he asked, his voice rough against your ear. Before you could reply, he withdrew completely, the loss immediate and aching. You whimpered pathetically into the pillow, your whole body tensing.
"Ask nicely then," he teased darkly. His fingers gripped your hair tightly, pulling your head back gently. "Say 'please'," he said, mocking your whiny pleas.
"Please, Axl, please.." you begged shamelessly, turning your head to watch him over your shoulder as he began unbuckling his belt with one hand, the other still gripping your hair. Your lips parted slightly at the sight of him lowering his jeans.
His gaze never left your face as he positioned himself behind you, running the swollen tip through your soaked folds. He watched your expression, seeing how your pupils dilated, how you were quick to bite your lip and buck your hips. "This was you want?"
"Yes," you breathed out. He gripped your waist firmly, stopping your movement.
"Look at me." he commanded softly. When your eyes met his, he slowly pushed in just the tip, making you gasp softly. "That's it.."
He rocked his hips forward, sinking inch by inch until he was fully buried inside you. You both gasped sharply - a ragged moan tore from your throat, your fingers digging into the sheets as he let you adjust. "Fuck..." he hissed.
He then slowly pulled out almost completely before snapping his hips back, burying himself deep once more. You cried out, back arching as he set a steady, deep pace; each thrust hitting a spot that made stars dance behind your eyes.
He kept up the pace, his fingers digging into your hips as he watched his cock disappear inside you. He bit his own lip, his head leaning back as he tried to muffle his sounds; he fit perfectly inside you. "Fuck, you take me 's good.." his praise was more a mumble.
You could feel him everywhere, it was overwhelming. "Axl," you whimpered.
"I know, baby" his fingers left your hair, sliding around your throat instead. He guided you upright, his chest pressing flush against your back. Your back stayed mostly straight as he leaned over you, the new angle making his cock slide even deeper. You gripped the headboard for balance, fingers white knuckled.
His lips brushed your shoulder as he moved his hand between your legs, the dual stimulation making your composure shatter. Your head fell back against his shoulder, broken moans spilling from your lips as the pressure built rapidly. He slowed to a slower pace, making you sob with desperation. "Need to-" you begged, hips rolling back pathetically.
"Not yet." he cut you off, breathless. He kept his movements agonizingly slow, his fingers now slowing down as well as he rubbed you, making you cry out from frustration. He pressed a kiss to your damp shoulder, "Breathe," he murmured against your neck, feeling you clamping down on him.
You whined, pushing back against him. "Fuck, i can't-"
"Can't what?" he said as his hips rolled, keeping the slow pace. You could feel his smirk on your skin as his lips moved along your neckline, sending shivers down your spine.
He watched as a single tear slid down your cheek, his little smirk growing on his lips. He wiped away the tear with his thumb, pressing it against your lips.
"Aw, poor baby, can't even talk?" He chuckled softly. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, biting back a groan. He gently pushed you forward, your hands sliding down the headboard as you instinctively lowered to your elbows. He followed, his body covering yours completely, one arm wrapping around your waist, his face buried in your neck as he snapped his hips faster.
Your muffled "Mmm, feels good..." made his cock twitch inside you, "Fuck..." His hips moved in faster and deeper thrusts that hit just right.
The sounds you were making - high, desperate little whimpers were driving him closer to the edge. His forehead pressed into the curve if your neck, teeth grazing the skin as he closed his eyes, his breath heavier.
"Look at you taking it so well..." His voice was strained, his hips moving in brutal thrusts that left you gasping. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as your back arched, pushing your ass back against him. His hands moved to your hips, squeezing tightly as he grunted. "Fuck..." ,he felt your body tense up beneath him.
"I'm gonna..." you chocked out.
"Come on baby, let go..." He snapped his hips faster, hitting that spot deep inside you. "That's it..." ,his thrusts became more controlled, as he finally hit that sweet spot inside you.
Your entire body tensed, a loud gasp escaping your lips as you came undone around him. He buried himself deep inside you with a final thrust, groaning loudly as he spilled inside, his hips twitching as he milked every last drop.
You whimpered softly as he continued to move gently inside you, drawing out your orgasm. He pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, his breathing heavy and ragged.
"Such a good girl..." He murmured against your skin, his hands roaming lazily over your sides. "Took my cock so well, didn't you?"
You turned your head slightly, looking back at him over your shoulder. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.
He trailed his lips up from your shoulder, brushing against your cheek as he came level with your face. He paused, his lips lingering at the corner of your mouth, before you both leaned into a kiss slowly, smiles growing against each other's lips.
summary: Your boyfriend Steven Adler seems to be clingier than usual tonight.. :)
warnings: 18+/NSFW/SMUT, but also fluff :3 fingering, unprotected p in v (i should start adding them putting on condoms ffs), some dirty talk, marking.
The Whisky was packed tonight, though it was nothing new. People’s laughter and conversations were as loud as ever, and the whole room smelled like cigarette smoke, beer, and spilled Jack Daniel’s. Someone had shoved more than five tables together in the back, which meant half of Los Angeles seemed to be squeezed around them. Roadies, girlfriends, random friends nobody could remember inviting; it was impossible to tell where one group ended and another began.
Slash chuckled as he lit a cigarette ‘’No, man, Hendrix absolutely would’ve hated half the stuff on the radio right now.”
Duff laughed, taking another drink. “You say that like you knew him.”
“Maybe I did.”
“Yeah?” Steven snorted beside you. “You weren’t even old enough to shave.”
Across the table, Izzy shook his head with the smallest smile. Axl was halfway through telling a story that had everyone laughing because he kept acting out different voices.
You’d known the guys long enough that being around them didn’t feel intimidating anymore, and once you captured Steven’s heart, you also captured theirs. They treated you like family; a very loud, dysfunctional family that were the sweetest to you, even if sometimes they liked teasing you and Steven wherever you both got too clingy.
Which tonight was happening.
Steven had already had enough drinks to get affectionate. But he wasn’t sloppy, just happy.
Very happy.
He sat beside you with one arm draped over your chair, occasionally burying his face in your shoulder and neck like he couldn’t quite believe you were there, making you giggle as it tickled you when he inhaled your scent.
‘’You smell good,” he mumbled into your hair for probably the third time all evening.
You laughed softly. “You’ve said that already.”
He smiled ‘’Can’t help it, baby. I love your perfume’’ he bit down softly on your earlobe, making you yelp and giggle.
Slash laughed quietly into his beer. “You guys are worse than an old married couple.”
Steven ignored him completely. His hand rested on your thigh beneath the table, squeezing it whenever he laughed at something. Every so often he’d lean over and kiss your neck or your cheek, tuck your hair behind your ear.. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you tonight.
At some point you turned your head towards him, his gaze already on you as he played with the ends of your hair. You smiled a little, getting closer as you spoke so only he could hear, ‘’What’s gotten into you tonight?’’
He smiled back lazily, shrugging one shoulder. ‘’I cant look at my girl no more?’’ he asked, pouting a little.
You laughed quietly ‘’You’re drunk.’’
He nodded a little ‘’Mhm. And you’re so fucking beautiful tonight.’’ he said as he slowly slid his hand that rested on your thigh higher with a little smirk.
You tsked, moving his hand back to where it was. ‘’Where in public, Steve.’’
He leaned in to kiss the side of your mouth, moving to kiss your jaw, and your neck. ‘’Then can we go home?’’
You gently cupped his face, smiling at the happy and drunk look on his face. ‘’You sure you wanna go?’’
He nodded, taking your hand that cupped his jaw in his hand, giving it a kiss, before glancing around the table.
“I love these idiots, but I kinda just wanna be with you.”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully .‘’Okay, then. Let’s go.’’
He stood up immediately, slightly too fast, making you laugh.
Duff noticed first. “Leaving already?”
He wrapped his arm around your waist. “Yep.”
Axl smirked. “Somebody’s got priorities, huh?’’
Steven grinned back at him. “Always.”
“Try not to lose him on the way home,” Izzy said dryly.
“No promises,” you teased.
Steven laughed and pressed a quick kiss to your temple.
You were both giggling like two idiots as you walked into your home. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, barely even letting you take your jacket and heels off as he kept distracting you with his mouth that couldn’t decide between your lips and neck.
"Stop it," you laughed, swatting his chest weakly as your fingers fumbled with your coat buttons. "We just got home,"
"Mhm, and?" Steven hummed against your collarbone, completely unbothered. He helped you with the buttons, tossing it on the floor once he was done, his hands finding your waist and his lips yours, smiling into the kiss.
"Baby," you panted against his lips, hands gripping his shoulders as he lifted you up by your waist. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, giggling as he spun you around in the entryway. "You're gonna drop me.’’
"Oh, what was that?" Steven asked mockingly, pretending to stumble forward dramatically. You yelped, clinging to him tighter as he caught himself, laughing. He walked towards the bedroom, his lips barely catching a break as they left open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder.
"You're so needy tonight," you giggled. He hummed affirmatively, not stopping as he kicked the door to your bedroom open. "That's 'cause I missed my girl." He replied, throwing you onto the bed.
"You always say that," you laughed, trying to sit up and fix your hair. Steven's eyes locked onto yours, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Because its true," he murmured, his hand darting out and grabbing your ankle. You let out a surprised squeal as he pulled you towards him. ‘’Come here.’’
You giggled as he crawled over you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders as he bent down to kiss you. The kiss was clumsy, his nose bumping against yours as he tried to find the right angle, both of you laughing against each other’s lips.
The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands began to roam over your sides and hips. You smiled against his lips, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His thumbs traced lazy circles on your ribs, making you squirm slightly beneath him.
He hummed against your mouth, hands sliding lower to your thighs, squeezing gently as he shifted his weight. His lips left yours to trail down your jaw, then your neck, finding that spot that always made you tilt your head back.
His teeth found your collarbone, sucking the skin just enough to leave a mark. "Mine," he murmured against your skin, moving to the curve of your neck. "All mine."
You bit your lip, chuckling softly as your fingers tightened in his hair. You arched your back as he marked your sensitive skin, a soft moan escaping you. Steven smirked against your neck, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled them tighter around his waist. "Who's the needy one now, huh?"
You scoffed softly, your cheeks flushing. "Shut up," you muttered, pulling him back down by the front of his shirt. Your lips found his in a messy kiss, teeth clicking together as you deepened it quickly. One of your hands left his hair to pull at the hem of his shirt, trying to get it off him.
Steven broke the kiss to yank his shirt off over his head, diving back into the kiss while now reaching for the buttons of your blouse, undoing it as quickly as he could, making you laugh softly into the kiss.
His lips traveled down from your mouth to your collarbone, then lower, pressing kisses along the swell of your chest. Your breathing hitched as his hand slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers tracing up your thigh. The fabric bunched higher as he pushed it up, making you bite your lip hard, trying to muffle any sound that ought to escape.
He kissed his way back up to your mouth, his thumb gently pulling your lip out from between your teeth. His lips crashed against yours in a hungry kiss as his fingers finally slipped beneath the lace of your panties. He murmured against your mouth, "I wanna hear you,"
You chuckled softly into the kiss, the sound muffled by his lips. "Okay," you breathed out, the word barely audible. As soon as it left your lips, his fingers began to move, parting you gently and touching you exactly how you liked it. A shaky gasp escaped you, your head falling back against the pillow.
The sound of your heavy breathing filled the room, mixed with soft moans that you couldn't hold back as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your sensitive spot.
Your hands clenched at the sheets, then moved to his hair, pulling him closer even though he wasn't going anywhere. "Fuck," you gasped out, your hips bucking slightly against his hand.
His fingers moved faster inside you, the sound of it filling the room along with your moans. "You like that? Like when I touch you like this?"
His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, soft and teasing. Your mouth opened but only soft whimpers came out, breathy sounds that you couldn't control.
He chuckled softly. ‘’Want me to fuck you? hm?’’
You nodded eagerly, your hips lifting off the bed to meet his fingers. "Mhm," you managed to gasp out between moans. Steven smiled against your mouth, his fingers now moving slower inside you. "Is that what you want, baby?"
You nodded again, more urgently this time. "Yes," you panted out, "Please. Now."
He smiled at your impatience, his voice low and gentle. "Alright, alright."
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the loss. He wiped them quickly on the inside of your skirt before reaching for his belt, undoing it and his pants with hurried movements.
In his haste, he grabbed the fabric of your panties and ripped them off, tossing them aside, making you yelp and then laugh. "I'll buy you new ones," he promised, kissing you deeply as he lined himself up.
He kissed you deeply, swallowing your gasp as he slowly pushed inside you. His hands gripped your hips gently as he started to move, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. "You okay?"
You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. "yeah," you murmured against his lips, your legs tightening around him. Steven began to move faster, setting a rhythm that had you arching into him with each thrust.
He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as he picked up the pace. His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he thrust into you harder, both of your heavy breathing and your soft cries echoing in the room.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned against your neck, biting gently at your skin. Your nails dug into his back as you arched up to meet his thrusts.
He hit that spot inside you perfectly, making your eyes roll back.
"Right there," you gasped out. You squeezed your inner walls around him, a sharp whimper escaping you.
"Yeah? There?" he murmured, adjusting his angle slightly. His pace quickened, thrusts becoming deeper and faster, hitting that spot over and over. Your breathing turned into desperate whimpers, your thighs trembling around his waist. He could feel you getting close, your walls clenching around him.
With one final deep thrust, he burrowed inside you as you both came undone. You cried out, your nails digging into his back, making him wince; his body stiffened as he spilled himself inside you, his forehead falling to rest against your shoulder.
You both lay there for a few moments, both of you gasping for air and coming down from your highs, before you both started giggling softly, the sound filling the room. Steven pulled back to look at you, his hair messy and a huge grin on his face, making you laugh as he started peppering your face with kisses.
im so glad you write for stevie too!! i need a fic where its like 1986 and he and reader are at whiskey go go with the rest of gnr and they talk and laugh and drink ofc and when steven is kinda drunk he is all clingy and is like „can we go home please” kissing readers neck and being all cute and tipsy reader is like „mhm okay” and when they go back they have like clumsy sex all uncoordinated and they laugh a lot but at the end they are satisfied :3
its like an overall plot but ofc u can go with whatever you want in this story THANK YAA MWAH 😘🩷🩷
hi cherry!! i loved this idea and loved writing it. so so sorry for taking so long, but yeah! i hope you’ll enjoy it! <3
Hii! I really liked pretty little thing and I was wondering if you'd be okay writing a part 2 for it? Thank you and I love your writing!
Hi Iris!! <3
I will indeed start writing pretty soon part 2 of 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 since i’ve been getting a lot of requests for it; if any of you would like to share some stuff you’d like me to mention in it (scenarios, etc), shoot!
and tysm babeeehejsjdd i’m so happy you liked the post 😭🫶🏻
summary: It was supposed to be only a couple of drinks, then home. That was it. Instead, a drink turned into a diner, a diner turned into a beer, and somehow, neither of you saw it coming. Neither of you planned on spending the night together. Then again, neither of you tried very hard not to.
warnings: 18+ NSFW/ SMUT - making out, dry humping, teasing, fingering, some finger suckings, dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected p in v (don’t be stupid like them), dom!izzy x sub!reader, praise, condescending praise.
w.c: 30k
A/N: hi dolls! im officially making my debut to smut haha tell me how i did! :> i hope you’ll like it, i know it’s long but it’s like that tik tok meme with the mine and the diamonds lmfao
The night was young. The bar was packed.
People’s voices overlapping, laughter echoing, the screeches of chairs and tables that kept moving, were constant.
The bartenders were overwhelmed, balancing tasks between making drinks for people, taking care of the ones that were too drunk and would refuse to drink water (even though it was disguised as vodka), and also trying to maintain friendly even to customers who seemed to have a stick up their ass.
You came here with your friend, on a two man mission. Unfortunately, your supposed man bailed, and now, for the past twenty minutes, she has been too busy, getting dicked down in the sticky bathroom down the hall.
The only thing remaining unchecked on the list tonight was to get as drunk as you can.
That's it.
College was kicking your ass, your lousy ex kept trying to contact you, and rent was due soon.
You really needed a drink.
The problem was that everybody else did too.
You'd been waiting at the bar for ten minutes, and when the bartender finally glanced in your direction, someone slid into the empty space beside you.
You didn't look up immediately.
"Whiskey," the guy said.
The bartender pointed at you.
"She's first."
"Good."
A pause.
"She looks like she needs it more."
You snorted despite yourself.
The stranger ordered another whiskey anyway when your drink arrived, and for a while the two of you stood there in silence.
You took a sip.
The guy beside you lit a cigarette.
You glanced sideways.
Dark hair hanging into his face. Leather jacket that looked worn. Rings. Thin frame.
He looked vaguely familiar, but not in a movie-star way.
More like you'd seen him somewhere before and couldn't place it.
"You staring at me for a reason?" he asked.
His voice was low, rough around the edges.
You looked away.
"No."
He smirked "Sure."
His response came quickly enough to catch you off guard.
You glanced back.
He wasn't smiling. Wasn't frowning either.
Just looking at you over the rim of his glass, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.
You rolled your eyes.
"Maybe I was trying to figure out why you look familiar."
"Good luck."
"You get that a lot?"
"Enough."
His answer was short, you respected that.
Most people would've pushed.
‘Who are you? Have we met? What do you do?’
Instead you lifted your drink before you took a sip.
That seemed to earn a tiny nod.
The conversation died again, comfortably.
The guy beside you didn't seem bothered by silence. In fact, he appeared to prefer it.
You appreciated that.
After another minute, he tapped ash into an empty bottle.
"You here alone?"
You sighed. "Technically."
"Meaning?"
You paused for a second, chuckling to yourself as you gazed in the direction your friend disappeared.
"My friend abandoned me."
"Hm."
"Bathroom."
"Hm."
You snorted, turning toward him with an amused smile.
“That’s all I get? Hm?”
He lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, dark eyes lingering on your face a second longer than necessary.
“At least it’s not your bathroom.”
“Fair,” you said with a small laugh, tracing the rim of your glass. “You?”
“What?” he asked, tilting his head slightly toward you.
“You here with anyone?”
“Nope.”
You gave him a tiny nod.
He seemed weirdly satisfied by that, and the way his mouth almost curved made your stomach flutter.
The music was too loud. Some drunk guy was yelling at the pool table. Somebody had started singing along horribly to whatever song was playing through the speakers.
You sighed, leaning closer to him so he could hear you.
“God, I hate this place. Promised myself a while back i wouldn’t come here anymore.’’
The corner of his mouth twitched as his gaze drifted over your expression.
“So why’re you here?” he asked, taking another sip of whiskey.
You shrugged “Really needed a drink,” you admitted, resting your elbow on the bar.
“Bad day?” he asked quietly.
You took another sip, your eyes meeting his over the rim of your glass.
“Bad month.’’
“Hm.”
You laughed, shaking your head.
“Do you know any other words?”
“Couple,” he replied, the faintest hint of amusement in his voice.
You smiled a little. “Could’ve fooled me.”
He smirked into his glass, and you caught yourself staring at the curve of his mouth.
Silence settled again.
You leaned against the bar, your shoulder almost brushing his.
“You always talk this much?” you teased.
“Only when I’m trying to impress someone,” he said, glancing at you from beneath his lashes.
You laughed, heat creeping into your cheeks.
“No, seriously.”
He lit another cigarette, exhaling slowly while watching you through the smoke.
“No.’’ he said, throwing the lighter on the table.
‘’Most people talk too much.”
Your eyes narrowed “That’s rude,” you said, smiling despite yourself.
“It’s true, though.”
Before you could respond, another guy squeezed between people nearby and nearly spilled his beer all over you.
Izzy immediately caught your arm, his hand wrapping firmly around it as he pulled you a step closer against his side before the guy stumbled away.
“Watch it,” he muttered toward him, his jaw tightening.
The drunk guy threw up a hand apologetically and disappeared.
You blinked, now very aware of the warmth of his hand and how close you now were.
“Thanks,” you said softly, looking up at him.
He let go after a second too long, his thumb brushing your sleeve before he removed his hand.
“Mhm.”
Then his eyes swept across the room, his expression flattened.
“Christ.”
“What?” you asked, chuckling at the disgust on his face. His eyes flicked back to you, lingering on the sound.
He stubbed his cigarette out.
Finished his whiskey.
Looked at you for a second too long.
“Let’s get outta here.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. ‘’What?”
He grabbed his cigarettes from the table, standing up beside you. “This place is shit.”
You bit down a smile “That’s your argument?”
“Need one?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You stared at him.
“You don’t even know me.”
“No.”
“And you’re asking me to leave with you?’’
He sighed “Well, i’m leaving.” The words were calm, like he already knew what your answer was.
You smiled a little. “You always this bossy?” you asked, standing up and slinging your purse over your shoulder.
His eyes flicked over to you, lingering on your smile.
“Sometimes.’’
“And if I say no?” you challenged, stepping closer.
He looked around, shrugged. “Then you stay.’’ he paused a second, his eyes finding yours. ‘’Your call.”
No games, no pressure. No crushed ego, no nothin’.
And somehow, that was exactly why you found yourself grabbing your purse.
“Okay.”
The smallest smirk touched his mouth, and something warm flashed in his eyes.
“Thought so.”
You snorted “Wow. Cocky,” you said as you followed him.
“Nah.”
He opened the door for you, one hand resting above your head as you stepped past him.
“Just got a feeling.”
His voice was low, his gaze never leaving you. And without another word, he stepped outside into the cool night air, expecting you to follow.
Which, annoyingly enough, you did.
You fell into step beside him as you walked out of the bar. The streets were quiet.
You glanced at him for a second before looking back ahead.
“No grand plan?”
His head turned a little towards you. “No.”
“Really? Kidnapping me without one?”
Izzy snorted softly. “Relax.”
‘’Very comforting.’’ you teased. ‘’You say that like I know you.’’
“You don’t.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“No.”
You stared at him. ‘’You’re kinda weird.’’
A tiny smirk appeared on his lips. ‘’Yet you’re still here. Must mean you’re also weird.’’
You gasped dramatically ‘’Wow, first time i'm hearing you say more than 5 words.’’
He rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder lightly into yours, making you chuckle.
‘’Wanna eat?’’
Your eyes found his as he waited you to answer.
You shrugged a shoulder. ‘’Is there anything open this late?’’
He nodded once, slowly, turning his head to look around ‘’I know a place.’’
You smiled a little. ‘’Fine by me. Only if you promise to not murder me.’’
He snorted ‘’I won’t, but the milkshakes there might.’’
You laughed a little. ‘’Noted.’’
He led you to a diner close by. It looked nice, cozy. The type of place where the waitresses calls everyone ‘’sweet cheeks’’, and where the grease on the food was soaking up tissues concerningly .
Mmm. Good enough.
You both sat down at a booth, the leather on it visibly old; cracked from all the people that sat there throughout the years.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you looked through the menu’s.
He looked up from time to time, just to catch a glimpse of you. You hair was a little messy, though it framed your face perfectly. You looked tired, like you had enough of the stress life gave you.
Didn’t make you any less beautiful, though.
There was something about you. He saw himself in the way you carried yourself.
He didn’t even know your name, yet. Only knew that he wanted to get to know you.
‘’Hello and welcome to Shacklers! I’m Amy-Beth and i’ll be your server for tonight. Are you ready to order?’’ the woman asked sweetly.
You smiled at the waitress. ‘’I’ll have the classic,’’ you gazed at Izzy and then back at the woman. ‘’but without the milkshake.’’
He chuckled softly.
‘’I’ll have the same.’’ he said.
Amy-Beth scribbled the order down and disappeared with a cheerful, “Back in a jiffy, sweethearts.”
For a second, neither of you said anything.
The silence settled between you, not awkward, just charged in a way that made you suddenly aware of how close his knee was beneath the table and how his gaze always met yours for a beat too long before drifting away.
The corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile.
Neither of you looked away quickly enough.
The waitress returned quickly with two coffees neither of you remembered ordering.
"On the house," she said as she set the mugs down.
She squinted her eyes slightly "You both look like you need 'em."
"Thanks," you said
Izzy gave a nod.
You wrapped your hands around the mug as she left, taking a sip carefully.
The coffee was terrible, yet oddly comforting.
You cleared your throat quietly.
"You always do this?" you asked.
"What?"
"Pick up strangers from bars."
A corner of his mouth moved. "No."
Your eyebrows raised a little as you rested your chin in your palm. "How come i'm getting special treatment?"
His gaze lifted from the coffee.
"You looked like you hated being there."
You let out a short laugh. "So you decided to be my prince charming and save me?"
He chuckled. "Somethin' like that."
You bit down a smile as you looked down at your mug.
"Kinda embarrassing that you could tell."
"Why?"
You shrugged "'Dunno. I guess I usually try harder to pretend i'm having a good time."
He sighed. "I get it."
You leaned into the booth seat. "You do that a lot?"
"What?"
"Pretend you're having a good time."
He cleared his throat. "Most of the time, when i work."
You raised your eyebrows. "And what do you for work?"
"Play guitar."
You hummed. "You in a band?"
"Mhm. The loud kind."
You wooed playfully. "You gonna tell me your stage-name?"
His eyes flicked up.
"Izzy."
The name suited him.
You told him yours, and he repeated it once, quietly. Like he was testing how it sounded.
Which for some reason, made heat creep up your neck.
"So, is this loud band of yours any good?"
He shrugged. "Depends who you ask."
You laughed. "That's usually code for no."
That earned a low chuckle from him.
‘’We’re alright. Our manager thinks we have a chance of getting signed soon.’’
You nodded, biting down a smile. ‘’Must have a lot of girls throw themselves at you, then.’’
He smirked. ‘’None of ya business.’’
You chuckled. ‘’You popular among ladies, mr. mysterious?’’
He leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms, though the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “You asking for statistics?”
You laughed.
“It’s important research.”
“Hm.”
He took another sip of his drink.
“Couple girls here and there.”
“Couple girls here and there?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s a suspicious answer.”
He shrugged. “It’s true.”
You squinted your eyes at him. “Sure.”
You pointed your fry at him. “No man says that unless he’s hiding something.”
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
“And what exactly would I be hiding?”
You tilted your head, pretending to think.
“Groupies.”
His head dropped slightly, shaking with amusement.
“No?” you asked.
“No.”
You tilted your head. “Broken hearts?”
“Don’t flatter me.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Secret wives?”
That actually made him laugh. ‘’No.”
You frowned. “Children?”
He looked up immediately. “What’s wrong with you?’’
The speed of the answer made you burst out laughing.
“Interesting. So the husbands chased you with pitchforks?”
His eyes lingered on your smile.
Silence settled for a quiet moment, both of you gazing into each other's eyes.
“You got a boyfriend?” he asked casually, reaching for a fry.
You slapped his hand away before he could steal one from your plate. “Those are mine.”
His eyebrows lifted. ‘’You’re a greedy little thing.’’
You snorted.
“Answer the question.” His eyes stayed on yours.
You swallowed your smile. “No.”
“No?”
“No boyfriend.”
Something unreadable flickered across his face.
He nodded once.
“Good.”
You blinked.
His eyes flickered up from his drink. A tiny crease appeared between his brows.
“Meanin’…” he muttered, rubbing his thumb over the side of the glass. “Makes things simpler.”
You bit your lip, trying - and failing, not to smile. “What things?”
One corner of his mouth lifted.
He held your gaze for a second.
Then stole a fry from your plate anyway.
“Things.”
“Hey!” you whined.
He shrugged, entirely unapologetic.
You laughed. “You're an ass, y'know that?.”
“Mhm.” But he was smiling.
And, so were you.
Three hours had slipped by. Somewhere between the bad coffee, stolen fries and stolen glances.
You'd laughed more in the last few hours than you had all month. Which was strange.
You met him only a couple hours ago, and he felt like anything but a stranger.
The streetlights painted everything gold as you talked, walking down the street, letting him guide you.
He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, "You thirsty?"
You smiled.
"Yeah. Couldn't drink any milkshake there, since you said they're poison."
A tiny smile.
"They are," He paused for a moment, thinking if he should go through with what he'll say next.
"My beer's not, though."
You raised an eyebrow. "Is this how you lure women into your place?"
His head dipped slightly as he laughed. "No."
Then, quieter.
"You don't have to."
You smiled a little to yourself.
"It's fine." you turned towards him as you reached his building, looking up into his eyes.
"I want to."
Izzy unlocked the door and stepped aside, holding it open for you. "Ladies first."
You smiled and stepped inside, looking around.
The apartment wasn't glamorous, but you could feel and see that it was his place. Records scattered here and there, guitars resting against the wall, a leather jacket thrown carelessly over a chair.
You raised an eyebrow. "Hm."
His head tilted, looking at you as he closed the door. "What?"
You shrugged. "I dunno." You turned slowly. "I think I expected a little more."
A quiet laugh escaped. "Yeah?"
You nodded. "Maybe a fountain."
"Mhm."
"Some marble statues." she pointed in a corner where she envisioned it.
"Cute."
You bit your lip to try and hide a giggle as you followed him into the kitchen.
He opened the fridge, "What're you grinning about?"
You crossed your arms. "Nothing."
His eyes flicked over your face, chuckling as he grabbed two beers.
"Pretty thing like you oughta smile more anyway."
"Oh," you giggled "so i'm pretty?"
"You fishin' for compliments now?"
You laughed. "Wow. I totally wasn't."
He squinted a little. "Were a little."
He handed you the beer, amusement lingering in his eyes.
"Don't worry," he brushed past you towards the living room, lightly hooking a finger into your belt loop to guide you along with him.
"You don't gotta work that hard for ‘em.’’
He led you through the small living room, still holding your belt loop for a second too long before letting go. Neither said anything about it.
Izzy dropped down first, stretching an arm along the back of it. You sat beside him, a little closer than necessary.
You twisted the bottle cap between your fingers, and for a moment, it was quiet.
But it felt right.
A soft guitar track played from somewhere in the room; you weren't too sure when he put it on.
He glanced at you, amused. "You're different here."
You glanced back at him, "in a good way?" you asked, your voice smaller.
His eyes stayed on your face, scanning it slowly. "Yeah."
You looked down at your beer, trying to act normal, even though you could feel your cheeks gettin' hot.
"Careful now," you said. "You're starting to be nice."
He huffed a quiet laugh. "Better not get used to it."
You shifted a little on the couch, smiling. "Too late."
For a moment no one said anything again. The tension that had been building tonight, now slowly creeping into the air.
He smirked. "Cat got your tongue?"
You chuckled. "What?"
"You always this quiet when you're nervous?" he asked.
You turned your head quickly. "I'm not nervous."
His mouth twitched.
"Sure."
"I'm not."
"Keep tellin' yourself that."
You scoffed. "You're annoying."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He looked at you, gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth like he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.
"And you’re trouble." he muttered quietly.
You didn't look away this time, and neither did he.
"You're the one leaning in." you said softly.
The music in the background suddenly felt louder than it had all night.
His hand shifted on the back of the couch, small movement; his fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder. Checking if you'd flinch. And you didn't.
His voice dropped. "You gonna keep talking?" he asked quietly.
You swallowed. "..Depends."
"On what?"
"How this ends."
A faint exhale left him - almost a laugh. "Smart answer."
And shorty after, he finally closed the distance.
His lips met yours softly at first. Warm, slightly dry from the beer, moving with a quiet restraint that didn't match the way he'd been looking at you all night.
And when you didn't pull away, he didn't either.
His mouth pressed firmer then, controlled, though no longer hesitant.
Your hand lifted without thinking, one hand now clutching lightly at the front of his shirt.
You both paused for a second, breaking the kiss slowly. His eyes where hazy, dark; pupils slightly dilated. He looked at you like you were the answer to all his problems.
You brushed your lips over his, not yet letting him kiss you back. You moved slowly, settling into his lap as you straddled his thighs, your hands now on his shoulders, moving them slowly and teasingly towards the back of his neck.
His hands found your hips, slowly, and carefully helped you position yourself over him, his eyes never leaving yours.
He grabbed your jaw, neither gentle or aggressive, as your mouth clashed onto his again. His thumb settled onto your chin, gently tilting it down. His mouth parted against yours, and you followed instinctively. His tongue moved slow, swirling against yours.
You whimpered softly, the quiet sound enough to drive him insane. His hands squeezed your hips, making you arch your back and pull yourself flush onto him.
You both broke the kiss for a second, catching your breath.
"Fuck," he breathed against your mouth, the word heavy with want. He reached for your hair, pulling it so he'd tilt your head backwards, his lips quick to find the sweet spot on your neck, kissing it and gently sucking on it, making you gasp quietly.
You found yourself grinding your hips against him, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you desperately searched for some kind of friction.
He smirked upon hearing your little gasp.
"So needy," he said quietly as he explored your neck, eager to find each spot that turned you into a little mess. His hands slowly pressed your hips down onto him, adding pressure that only made you bite your lip.
"Shut up," you muttered right before your lips found his in a desperate attempt to muffle your sounds.
Every time either of you pulled away, it only lasted a second before one of you closed the distance again. By now, every kiss was followed by another breathless one as the rhythm of your hips grew more controlled, his hands tightening on them, guiding you. Not for long, though.
He suddenly got up, your legs instantly wrapping themselves around his waist as you yelped a little into the kiss, both of you giggling. His mouth moved onto your neck, barely paying attention to where he was going, causing him to stumble a few times.
You held onto him tightly, laughing softly. "Careful," you murmured through a smile.
"I'm trying," he mumbled against your skin, huffing quietly in amusement.
By some miracle, he managed to get you to his room without walking into a wall. He let you down slowly, the back of your knees now touching the mattress before you fell back onto the bed. You laughed breathlessly, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.
Izzy stood there for a second, chest rising and falling, strands of dark hair falling into his eyes. He stepped closer, one knee sinking into the bed beside you as he leaned over you, one hand bracing itself near your head. His amused little smile faded into something softer as his gaze flickered over your face, before settling on your eyes.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
A tiny smile appeared on your face, reaching to move a strand of his hair out of his face before you nodded. "Yeah." you whispered.
He leaned in closer, ghosting his lips over yours, his hand now moving little by little under the hem of your shirt.
"You sure you want this?"
Your eyes flicked between his eyes and mouth, lips slowly brushing against his. You nodded again slowly.
"Please."
Fuuuck.
His hand slid up properly under your shirt, warm and calloused fingertips tracing along your ribs as his mouth met yours - a slow, deep kiss that made your head spin. His thigh settled between yours, pressing deeper into the mattress as he took his time, savoring the moment; savoring you.
A quiet sigh slipped out of you as his thigh pressed against you, making your hips buck lightly into him; your hands moved from his chest to the sides of his face, pulling him closer even though you began to struggle kissing him back.
Izzy let out a low hum against your mouth, the vibration sending heat straight through you. His hand moved slowly back to your waist, now his thumb tracing your hip bone, pulling you flush against him as the kiss deepened and grew hungrier.
He broke away just enough to murmur against your lips, "Tell me what you want." his voice was rough, low.
"Use your words, doll."
Your breath hitched at his tone, your fingers tangling into his hair. "You." you breathed out almost immediately.
"Just you, Izzy. Don't stop, please." You rolled your hips against his thigh again - a small whimper leaving your lips from the friction.
His eyes darkened slightly. Without breaking eye contact, he moved his hand up to cup your jaw, tilting your face towards his. He nipped your bottom lip gently - smirking at your little plea, "Good girl."
The praise went straight to your core, making you whimper softly as he kissed you again. Your hands slid under his shirt, nails scratching lightly against his back.
Both of you broke the kiss to catch your breaths for a second before his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, tossing it aside before his mouth found your neck again; he left trails of open mouthed kisses just below your ear and down to your collarbone that had your back arching off the bed. His fingers teased the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down slowly, inch by inch, letting the fabric drag against your skin just to hear that hitched breath escape you. His teeth grazed your collarbone, sucking gently before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured against your skin, voice rough with restrain.
You gasped softly when his teeth grazed your skin, fingers tightening in his hair as you bucked your hips in a silent plea.
"Please," your voice above a whisper as you begged.
"Please, what? Hm?" he asked teasingly, his fingers moving slowly towards where you needed him most.
He discovered quickly he fucking loved hearing you beg.
"What do you need, baby?" he asked lowly, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties but not touching where you were already throbbing.
You whimpered, frustrated by his teasing. You looked at him through blown pupils, "Touch me Izzy, fuck- can't take no more-" you whined.
He smirked, "Yeah? You can't take it?"" he said as he moved his fingers slowly into your panties.
You shook your head, the look on your face so prettily pathetic and desperate.
"You poor thing," he mocked gently as he finally touchd where you were dripping wet. "This what you needed?"
You let out a shaky gasp as his fingers finally touched you, your hips jerking forwards to meet his hand. You whimpered, face flushed red. You bit your lip to stiffle a moan as he slowly started to cirlce your clit.
"Look at that," he murmured, his voice dropping low as he felt how slick you were beneath his fingers.
"So fucking wet for me already." he pressed a slow kiss against your jaw, grinding his hips hips down a mere second.
You let out a quiet, desperate sound as his fingers finally slipped inside you. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, your body arching towards him.
He curled his fingers, knocking against a spot that made your vision blur. A quiet moan slipped past your lips.
"Yeah? Right there?" he asked lowly against your ear.
You nodded, "Mhm, fuck-" you moaned, trying to keep your voice quiet.
The rhythm he set was slow, torturous; he curled his fingers perfectly as he thrusted them in and out of you, all the high pitched whimpers that left your throat going straight into his dick.
Your hands flew up to his shoulders. You bucked your hips greedily into his palm as your pleading eyes looked into his. "Just, fuck-" you whimpered, "fuck me already."
He smirked, slowing the pace of his fingers.
Asshole.
"Maybe ask nicer." he said, his voice low, eyes now fixated on yours.
He wanted nothing more than to fuck you dumb in that moment, but he wanted to hear how nice you could beg. He watched your face as he pressed his fingers harder onto the spot that'd make your eyes roll back, waiting.
You whined, "Please-" you choked on a moan. "I'll be good, I just- i need you inside me. Please."
He watched you for a moment longer, enjoying the desperate look in your eyes before pulling his fingers out slowly, dragging his hand towards his mouth, sucking the fingers dry as he kept eye contact, making your mouth fall slightly agape as it only turned you on more.
He then shifted just enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him without breaking eye contact. His eyes watched your reaction as his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly.
Your eyes traced the sharp lines of his torso, breath hitching as his shirt fell to the floor. Watching him slowly unbuckle his belt was annoyingly hot, the leather clicking making your thighs clench instinctively.
He reached for your ankle, grabbing it and pulling your leg up, wrapping it around his waist; his eyes never leaving yours.
You let out a breathy moan as he repositioned you. He didn't rush; took the time to hook his fingers in your skirt and panties, dragging them down your thighs slowly, tossing them aside.
"Hands above your head." he spoke, voice low, commanding.
And you listened, lifting your arms to rest above your head. You couldn't help but blush, noticing how your body responded to him.
To his words, his touch.
Felt crazy that you'd let yourself surrender so easily.
He towered over you once again, his eyes dark and intent as they searched yours.
"Still with me?" he asked quietly, his thumb stroking your pulse point gently as he slowly slid his hand up to your wrists.
You nodded, feeling your pulse jump under his thumb. "Yeah," you whispered back, your voice unsteady. He shifted between your thighs, the heat of him making you gasp softly, your body absentmindedly arching up to meet him.
"Good." he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed your ear.
He kissed you deeply, swallowing both of your gasps as he pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock sliding past your wetness. His free hand gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he began to push inside slowly.
You moaned into his mouth, your fingers curling into fists above your head.
He broke the kiss to watch your face as he filled you completely. Your mouth fell open a little, eyes fluttering closed as you wrapped your legs around him. He started to move - long, deep thrusts that made you bite your lip to keep you from crying out.
His hand slid under your hips, lifting you slightly so he could hit the spot inside that made your back arch off the bed. You couldn't keep quiet anymore, little moans and whimpers escaping with every thrust.
He leaned down, teeth grazing your earlobe as his pace quickened. "That's it," he groaned against your skin, his hand gripping your thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
"Doin' so good f'me," he said, his voice low, hoarse.
You were seeing stars. His touch, words- the way he was fucking you, all brought nothing but ecstasy.
You felt yourself tighten around him, your walls beginning to flutter uncontrollably. Your hips bucked, meeting his thrusts. One of your hands finally slipped from above your head, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.
"Fuck-" he groaned as his face hid into the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming uncontrolled as your nails scrapped his scalp, tugging on the strand of his hair.
"Harder.." you gasped out, pulling his face to kiss him, overwhelmed by the pleasure he brought you. He captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, his arms wrapping around you completely as he gave you exactly what you asked for.
Deep, hard thrusts that had the headboard slam against the wall.
"Yeah? You like that?" he spoke against your lips, almost out of breath. A small smirk playing on his lips at the fucked-out look you had on your face.
Your cries of pleasure echoed in the room, driving him wild.
"Look at you," he praised breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours. "So fucking pretty, taking me so well, hm?" His hand slid up to cup your jaw, tilting your face to meet his gaze. "All needy and soaked for me. Such a good girl."
"Izzy, please-" you whimpered, your voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed throughout your whole body. Your legs tightened around his waist, an attempt at pulling him impossibly closer.
"I can't, fuck- I'm close-" you arched off the bed. "Don't stop, please don't stop-"
"I've got you," he groaned as his thumb found your bundle of nerves again, rubbing tight circles as he pounded into you. Low moans and groans left his lips, his eyes closing tightly as he hid his face in your neck.
Your breath hitched into a sob, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes as the stimulation was suddenly too much.
"Please- shit, 's too much- fuck, fuck-" you started to almost babble nonsense as you dug your nails into his back, making him wince both from pleasure and pain.
"Shh, you're alright'' he soothed softly, though his thrusts didn't get any gentler, knowing you were on the verge of coming. His other hand cupped your face tenderly, kissing your tear stained cheeks. "Let go for me."
You walls clenched around him, thighs trembling violently around him as your orgasm send shocks of pleasure throughout every inch of your body.
You bit his shoulder as a way to muffle your loud cries and gasps, making him groan loudly. He buried himself deep inside you as he came hard, your tight walls squeezing him so hard he felt he'd pass out.
He collapsed against you, breathing heavily against your neck, one hand still gripping your hip as if he was afraid you'd disappear.
You both breathed heavily, little gasps still leaving your lips as you both were slowly recovering from your climaxes.
And for a while, neither of you said anything. The room had gone quiet, now only your breathing audible, along with passing cars in the distance.
Your head was on his chest, your fingers tracing circles on his stomach, his arm still wrapped lazily on you from when he pulled out and lay on his back, taking you with him.
No one seemed to want to disturb the comfortable silence that has settled.
That was before:
"...Jesus Christ." his voice came out rough and sleepy.
You smiled against his chest. "Hm?"
"You got any idea what time it is?"
You cracked an eye open. "Should i be concerned?" you mumbled.
He glanced towards the clock on the nightstand. A quiet laugh escaped him. "It's six thirty."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "PM!?"
He snorted. "AM."
You sighed, shifting slightly to look up at him. "Okay, thank god."
He stared at you for a second, before laughing. "You're unbelievable."
You smiled sleepily. "Yeah, yeah." you mumbled, nuzzling your face into his chest.
"Mhm."
...
"Think your friend made it outta the bathroom?"
That easily did it, as you both burst out into laughter.
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