Izzy Stradlin x reader - Summary: Izzy invited you out to karaoke a few days before Christmas. During your song he began degrading you heavily. At the end you ran off into the bathroom. He followed you, afraid he'd hurt your feelings, only to realize how needy you were when you pulled him insideâŠ
warnings: degredation, public sex, rough sex, spanking, begging, some dacryphilia, reader gets cum on her, the best aftercare ever
A/N: So, this is almost the opposite of the last Izzy fic I wrote. I enjoyed writing him like this. I hope you all enjoy and let me know if there's anything I can improve on!
word count: 2.7k
Stepping out of the cold and into the bar was a relief. It was two days before Christmas and L.A. was freezing.
Izzy spotted you and waved you over to the booth where he, Axl, and a few other people sat.
You hung your jacket by the door, evealing a red dress with white trim, sort of like a slutty Santa dress.
Discreetly Izzy looked you up and down as you made your way to the table. He thought you looked great even if you were being overly festive.
"Hi Izzy," you greeted, sliding into the booth and setting your purse down next to you. You said hello to Axl and the other girls at the table.
It was all Axls idea to go to this karaoke bar. Izzy thought it was probably because he wanted space to show off to the groupies, but he was along for the ride.
Everyone ordered drinks and small talk began around the table. Eventually, after everyone had a little buzz, the singing started.
Axl went first, of course. It was clear he had drank prior to coming to the bar. He was stumbling around, miraculously on key.
Izzy kept glancing at you, you looked amazing in that little dress. His mind began to wander to the few times you'd slept together over the years.
You two had been friends for a long time and for both of you, sleeping together was just something that you had done 2 or 3 times. It didn't change the friendship and there were no feelings attached.
Izzy thought about the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts, the feel of you squeezing around him. When a few minuites passed he realized he was hard and shifted to hide his erection.
After a few of the girls sang, you decided to go up.
You weren't a singer by any means but it was fun. You decided upon "Santa Baby." It was cute and a classic.
You took the mic from a girl who stumbled back to the bar. Queuing the song, you waited for the music to start. The soft opening notes began to play and you swayed while waiting for the lyrics to begin.
You cleared your throat and sang,
"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me."
Izzy smiled, although he had long given up on trying to keep his mind clean, your voice was angelic.
"Been an awfully good girl. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight."
That was not about to go over Izzys head. Good girl? he thought to himself. You were far from it. You were someone who liked it nasty, dirty, gritty. You had told him yourself and asked him to degrade you. He'd happily obliged, of course.
While his thoughts swirled you continued singing. On the next verse, before he could stop himself he called over to you, "You suck!"
You stumbled over the lyrics a little, but regained your rhythm. This was out of character for Izzy, he was usually pretty quiet. Even so, you were friends, he had no reason to be yelling at you.
When you got to the next line that mentioned you being good, he made another comment. "Slut!"
You realized he was humiliating you on purpose in front of everyone.
Axl looked at him sideways. What was his friend thinking?
Izzy knew exactly what he was thinking, he'd even started to bounce his knee, causing his tight leather pants to move against his crotch under the table. They provided only slight friction but it was enough for him.
Wetness began gathering in your panties. You were almost sure he was doing this on purpose just to get you riled up.
He continued to shout over the music at you. His comments only grew more descriptive and mean. It didn't take long until your cheeks were heated and red, you were stumbling over the lyrics, and fuck you were soaked.
Axl kept nudging Izzy, trying to get him to cool it.
Izzy didn't, he couldn't. The pure sight of you like this was better than anything he'd had in weeks, especially when tears started to fall down your cheeks.
Axl had given up, now watching him in disappointment and confusion.
Feeling so entirely sexually frustrated, you managed to finish the song. Handing off the mic to someone else, you rushed to find the bathroom.
You hastily ran off while Izzy sat dumbfounded at the table. Shit, he hadn't thought this through.
Axl turned to him angrily,
"Happy now? Normally I wouldn't give a fuck but that's your friend. I don't know what to tell you, man."
Izzy blinked slowly saying nothing at first. Axl stared at him in disbelief, "Go make sure she's okay!"
Izzy mumbled something about not being able to get up.
The ginger rolled his eyes, "And why is that?" Izzy cleared his throat and looked down at his crotch where he was still hard.
Axls eyes followed his gaze, finally clicking what was going on.
"You freak! Does know you invited her just for that?" he whisper-yelled.
"Uh no. I didn't even mean for this to happen."
Axl took a sip of his drink instead of responding.
The weight of Izzys actions started to hit him. He needed to go see if you were okay. He also needed to wait until his erection went away.
While this whole conversation happened in the bar you made it to the bathroom and couldn't get into a stall quick enough.
You locked the door and shoved your hands in your panties. You plunged two fingers in, trying to get them to stretch you the way you needed.
After a minute or two you were able to angle them just right, pleasure building fast. You reached your orgasm quickly, but it wasn't enough.
You leaned against the wall of the stall, giving yourself a moment to cool down before you started again.
Just as you were about to re-insert your fingers there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Hey, it's Izzy!" said a muffled voice.
"What do you want?" you called back.
"I'm sorry if I went too far. I wasn't thinking." You were seriously baffled that he was worried about that.
You unlocked the stall door and marched to the bathroom door. You opened it to see a worried and sheepish Izzy looking back at you.
He had gotten you all hot and bothered and you decided he was going to do something about it.
You dragged him inside, pushed him up against the door and slammed your mouth onto his.
He let out a sound of surprise that was muffled by the kiss. His body responded immediately and he quickly had you pinned against the wall.
His hands snaked under your dress and up to the hem of your panties, only to realize you'd started without him.
"Whore. I knew you liked it," he said smirking.
"So what if I did?" you retorted. He hungrily kissed you, pulling you back into the stall. Your hands grabbed onto the waistband of the leather pants, trying to get them down.
He stopped kissing you, "Ask me nicely."
You begged, "Please, Mr. Stradlin."
Lips latched onto yours again, teeth nipping at your lips. Izzys hands undid the button and zipper of his leather pants, immediately taking his cock in his hand.
He grabbed your wrist, guiding your palm to him. You did as he wanted and stroked him, trying to stay still and not rub your thighs together.
He watched you struggle against your own desire. He enjoyed seeing you this way. He groaned at the sensation of the friction of your hand, hips jerking slightly.
He grabbed a handful of your hair, "Turn around," he ordered.
Excitedly you did so, arching your ass up into the air towards him slightly. He bunched your dress around your hips, staring at your ass and the wet spot on your panties.
"Now, for starting without me you're going to count. Five. Okay?" You stifled a grin,
"Yes Mr Stradlin."
With his hand still having a fistfulof your hair, his open palm came down hard on the soft skin of your ass,
"One." you moaned.
Izzys hand smoothed over the skin before coming down a on the other cheek. A small whine escaped,
"T-two."
Another strike back on the first side, harder this time. A louder moan slipped from your lips,
"Three!"
The fourth strike stung, a small yelp coming from you.
"Four," you whispered.
"Last one, take a breath," Izzy commanded. You took a shaky breath, exhaling loudly.
"Good little slut."
Your body felt flushed, your legs slightly wobbling. The last was rough, making a loud sound and it was going to leave a light bruise.
You hoped it did.
Izzys hands moved to your shoulder and hip, steadying you.
Your breath was uneven, as was his. Izzy was strung tight, he was trying not to be too rough even though he wanted to be.
He knew that you knew the safeword you'd previously used together, but still.
"Ready to be used?" he crooned.
You nodded, still facing the plastic of the stall. He pushed you further into the wall, turning your head so your face rested to one side.
He slid your panties aside, running one finger through your folds. Your hips rolled back against his hand.
"Don't. Move.
You whimpered against the cold, rough texture of the wall.
Izzy pulled them all the way to the side and pushed just the tip of his cock against you. You rocked your hips, this time on purpose.
You wanted him to get frustrated because he wasn't being as aggressive as you wanted.
He scolded you, "What did I say?".
"Stay still," you said innocently.
He thrust into you without warning, sheathing himself inside you.
"Beg."
"Please Mr. Stradlin."
He continued sharply, "Like you mean it, like it's the only thing you're good for."
You did your best to sound as pathetic as you could. You even started to cry, your mascara running. You liked it and definitely knew he liked it, especially from the way he twitched inside you,
"Please use me! I'm your cum slut, fuck me please!"
Izzy grunted at you,
"Not good enough. More."
You sobbed in desperation, "Mr. Stradlin, use me, I'm only here for you to use! You own me Mr. Stradlin! Please own-"
He used one hand to hold your face to the stall and the other gripped the curve of your waist. He used the leverage to pull out of you and thrust into you, deep and demanding.
He pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back in. He repeated the motion, his balls hitting against you as he sped up.
You were already close again and he could tell by the way you sounded. You shamelessly moaned, your voice reverberating slightly against the walls of the bathroom. Izzy himself was getting close.
You reached your orgasm which was nothing compared to your first one of the night.
Your body shook, Izzy having to partially hold you up as your legs could no longer support you.
Esctacy surrounded you like clouds, heat radiating through your body. Izzy miraculously was able to hold himself back but the moment you were done, he pulled out and came all over your ass.
The hot white liquid shot all over your ruined panties and even up to where the fabric of your dress rested on your lower back.
Izzy continued holding you up even as he used the wall to hold himself up, too. You could feel his quick breathing on your neck as he leaned over you.
After a few minutes of the only sound being your breathing, Izzy laid a chaste kiss to the space just below your ear.
He whispered softly, "Feeling alright?"
You panted, "Yeah."
He took some toilet paper and started to wipe his cum off you.
"Your panties are ruined," he commented.
"Don't care. Worth it," you contentedly replied.
When he had finished wiping off as much as he could he stood up fully.
"Can you walk?"
You stood up and tried to take a step, wincing slightly.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
You took another step, "You don't need to do that." He smiled a little at your stubbornness,
"Will you let me carry you?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, "Fine."
He scooped you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your back. The two of you made your way out of the stall.
He held you in front of the mirror while you tried to fix your disheveled appearance, smoothing your hair, wiping up the smeared lipstick off your faces, dabbing at the long streaks of mascara from crying.
Izzy interrupted and told you to leave the mascara streaks, he liked the way they looked.
Once you were ready to go he carried you out the door, only to find a pissed off Axl.
"Really?" he spat, clearly unamused.
You blushed slightly, "Sorry Axl." He gruffly handed you your purse.
"I am not talking to you, I'm talking to this idiot over here."
It was Izzys turn to blush now, "Hi Ax."
The sassy singer put his hands on his hips, "At least you didn't leave her in there." Izzy looked a little taken aback,
"It's her. Of course I'm taking her home," he said to Axl, as if you weren't right there.
Without another word Axl stalked off. Izzy carried you out of the bar and called a cab.
He settled you inside, you grimaced a little as you sat down on the bruised area of your ass.
Izzy slid in next to you and gave the driver your address. He held you against him silently as you were driven to your apartment.
When you drove up he insisted on carrying you, "Just let me carry you," he said while he handed cash to the driver.
"It's okay, Iz, I can walk," you stated as you opened your door and got out.
Izzy met you on the other side, whisking you back into his arms. You giggled, "Izzy, seriously, it's okay."
Izzy started walking up the stairs, "Maybe I want to take care of you after that."
You rested your face into his shoulder for the rest of the way. When you got to the landing he set you down. You took the key out of your purse, unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Izzy followed you in and lead you to your bathroom. Leaving you leaned up against the sink, he went and found your makeup remover.
He swiped a soft washcloth over your face, wiping away your smeared makeup.
Once it was all off, he picked you up again and brought you to your bedroom. As gently as he could he set you down on the bed,
"Dress on or off?"
"Dress off."
He helped you lift it over your hips, shoulders and head. He dropped it onto the floor. You wiggled out of your panties and spread yourself out on top of your bed.
Izzy marveled a little at your fully naked body. He wanted to go again, but he was feeling tired.
Next time, he hoped there was a next time, he wanted to take his time with you.
He stripped down to just his boxers and crawled under the blankets next to you. He settled the blankets over you and situated you against his chest.
You could feel his cock on your ass. You know, the two if you being friends with benefits wasn't such a bad idea, you thought.
You ground back against him. He groaned into your ear, followed by a "No more tonight." His tone was gentle but firm so you knew there was no arguing.
He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers.
He held you closer. The two of you laid there awake for a while, basking in the afterglow, until you eventually fell asleep.
You woke up the next morning to light filtering in through your windows. Realizing you were alone, you got up and went to look for Izzy.
He was nowhere in your apartment but there was a note on your couch. It read "Call me for a date or a fuck sometime. -Iz" with his phone number attached.
ᶻ đ đ°SYNOPSIS: What the request says, I'm too heat-exhausted to think of an elaborate plot but I hope it still suffices chicken, even if it is a bit short :>
CONTENT: Smut without much plot, dirty talk, sex-taping, spitting, face tapping, hair pulling etc. IZZY STRADLIN X FEM!READER
The two of you hadn't used a camera in bed before. The idea began as an off-hand joke. Izzy loved his cameras, so once when he was photographing you putting your earrings on in the mirror, you caught him in the corner of your eye and chuckled, 'Next thing I know, we're gonna be having sex and I'll see a flash over my shoulder.' It got him thinking, and for a man with a mind like Izzy's, that usually wasn't a good thing.
He started taking more photos of you from that point, and recording you candidly. Initially, it was just you doing mundane things around the house or when out and about. Then youâd catch him around the door when you were changing, or sat on the sink counter with his camera whilst you showered. It was perverse, and it was exciting.
Now here you both were. Izzy, with either of your legs over his shoulders as he made tender love to you, catching the whole moment on film. Youâd dressed up so precious for it tooâonce it was determined you guys were going all the way with this idea of yours. The lingerie you had chosen fit your beautiful body perfectly, like it had been constructed whilst you were wearing it.
The makeup you had done was sexy as hell too; a dark smokey eye with a black waterline that was just begging to be ruined by him. The scratchy quality of the camera caught the painting of your pleasure perfectly. The mascara smudged on your eyelids, messed and kissed-off lipstick, all of it only made your dear smile all the prettier.
âThereâs my pretty girl,â he mused warmly, as he reached a free hand out to caress the side of your face, letting his thumb brush your lip. Instinctively, you wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking on it as you looked past the camera. You were looking at him, with a wide gaze demanding approval, and he was going to give it to you.
Humming a simple, âGorgeous,â he panned the camera down to your breasts, making a few slow, powerful strokes just to watch them bounce on camera. Groping them for a second, just so he could listen to your moans, he leant in to kiss your jaw.
Mumbling against your skin, âHold the camera, doll,â to which you complied wholly. He had made you feel so comfortable with this new experience, so you were undeniably going to help him out. Continuing to kiss at your neck, letting soft grunts pool in the croon where neck met collarbone, he felt a rush of ego hit his cock knowing you were recording it.
Your free hand desperately clung to his hair as he deepened his thrusts, and eager to claw at more, you placed the camcorder on your bedside table, at an angle where both of you were visible. Izzy took that initiative and ran.
Intending to ravish and adore you before the lens as well as he could, he flipped you onto your stomach so the camera had a better look of your face. Your body wasnât his visual concern - your beauty was paramount in his passion. âShow the camera how pretty you look when I fuck you, baby, let âem see it.â He rasped breathlessly as he slid back into you.
His thrusts were punishing, and completely swept your mind off of its feet. Soon enough your eyes were closed shut again, moans of his name and high praises falling from your mouth like drool when concentrating. Izzy thought and knew you were a vision to behold.
As your moans got higher, and your pussy tightened its clench around his dick, he knew you were getting close. Therefore, it was the videoâs grand finale! Not changing a thing, he wrapped a hand underneath you so he could delicately toy with your clit, wanting to make your orgasm as picturesque as possible. And that it was.
With starlike intensity, you buried your face into one of your pillows and sobbed as your back twitched and arched into your orgasm. Your plush thighs shook around his own, which only pushed him to pursue his own orgasm further. âSo pretty, angel, gonna watch this all the time now, huh?â He panted recklessly as your orgasm failed to subside, only wracking up the pleasure as he quickened his pace.
Before either of you knew it, mutual euphoria spread over the both of you as he came inside of you. His forehead fell against your left shoulder blade as soft pants coated the bedroom like a warm blanket. With a messed-up, puffed-out, face, you took the camera and turned in Izzyâs direction a little bit.
Kissing his nose, you sighed breathlessly, âI love you,â to which he returned the sentiment:
âLove you too, babyâŠgonna win me an Oscar with this,â he gestured to the camera loosely, and smiled warmly as you began breathlessly laughing at his dry tone. How you loved your camera-obsessed man.
SUMMARY: After a night of drinking you piss off the boys and they remind you of who you belong to.
A/N: I have a couple requests I have to write so Iâm putting this out now and I am hoping to get out the Requests this upcoming week. I will be on vacation this weekend so I probably wonât be interacting  as much, Feel free to submit the requests still. I can usually get to write things within a few days. Thanks everyone for reading!
hearing a knock at your front door, you hesitantly arose from your comfortable position on your couch and walked toward the door, pulling your small shorts back down from their scrunched positioning. upon opening the door, you were greeted by slash--his tight tank top hugged his toned frame just as well as his leather pants, and his ring-clad hands rested over his thighs, his thumbs tucked into his pockets. you couldn't help but notice the light of the setting sun outside shining in front of him, highlighting his face and bouncing off of his curls.
"hey! come in, it's cold out there," you welcomed him, taking a light hold of his bicep and guiding him inside. the feeling of his muscle in your hands led blush to creep down your cheeks. "thanks," he said with a smile, taking a seat on the couch and pulling a DVD of 'evil dead II' out of his back pocket, "gotcha the second one." you sat down next to him, admiring the case as he handed it to you. "oh, score!" taking the DVD out of its case, you placed it into the disc tray carefully and watched as it slid back into the player, starting the few advertisements before the film. "i'm gonna grab the bud, be right back!" you said before making your way to your bedroom.
he nodded and hummed, getting comfortable where he was on the couch and kicking off his shoes--he'd been over at your place plenty of times before, and he knew his routine. as you took the weed and rolling paper from your nightstand drawer, you stopped to check yourself in the mirror. for some reason, this movie night felt different. sure, you'd never smoked with slash, but that wasn't the reason you stopped to adjust your bra, fix your hair, and spray your favorite perfume on your neck and chest. something about slash was drawing you in tonight--whether that be his skin-tight clothes, his soft yet husky voice, or the way he carried himself.
you made your way back to your spot on the couch next to slash, sitting cross-legged and rolling up two blunts as the movie started. you handed one to him, and cursed under your breath, realizing your lighter was still in your room. "don't worry, sweets, i got it," he said before you could get back up, pulling his own lighter from the front pocket of his pants. he'd called you that a million times before, so why was it making you push your thighs together now? you watched as his calloused hands sparked his bic and lit up his blunt. as you put yours in your mouth, he brought the lighter to the tip of it to light it up as well. he brought his between his lips, and you couldn't help staring.
once you finally snapped out of it, your attention was brought back to the film. the two of you talked amongst yourselves, cracking jokes about the intentionally poorly done special effects gore and the cheesy script. "at least there's no shitty plot holes," slash chuckled, blowing a ring of smoke into the air as he laid back against the cushions of the couch. you giggled and looked over at him, seeing a remarkable sight--his clothes clung to him slightly more now from a thin layer of sweat, and when looking further down, you were met with his bulge, barely contained by his leather pants. you felt your mouth water, and looked back up at his face.
"hey slash, uhh...what's that for?" you asked hesitantly, afraid to humiliate him. "hm?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow before looking down and realizing. "ah, shit, i'm- i'm sorry, weed kinda fucks with me, i'm sorry," he mumbled, barely coherent as he picked up a pillow to put over his lap. you stopped him before he could cover it, moving closer. "have you, uh, ever shotgunned before?" the lump in your throat from the excitement slightly choked you as you spoke. "no..." he murmured, his eyes staying locked on yours. you climbed up onto his lap carefully, straddling him, blunt in hand. "wanna try?" you whispered.
his eyebrows raised and he nodded; you could feel his heart rate rising under you. with your free hand on his shoulder, you breathed in the smoke, leaned in, and locked your lips with his, passing the smoke to him. he stifled a cough and you couldn't help but giggle. "that's alright, it can take a couple tries to get used to," you said with a smile. "again?" he asked eagerly, almost immediately, and you nodded, repeating the process. pulling away, he blew a ring of your smoke into the air. "there you go, good job," you mused, rubbing his shoulder. you felt him shift his hips under you and let out a heavy exhale. "you want some help with that, sweetheart?" he whined at the nickname, placing his rough hands on your soft hips. "please."
at that, you put out your blunt on the nearby ashtray and leaned in to really kiss him, cupping his face and grinding against his growing bulge. you pulled away only to help him out of his shirt and take off your own, giving him a moment to catch his breath and take in the moment. "fuck, you're so pretty," he heaved, his eyes scanning you up and down. "thank you, baby," you chuckled under your breath and leaned against him again, trailing kisses down his jawline and neck, stopping at certain spots to leave hickeys along the way. he groaned at the feeling, his grip on your hips tightening for support.
you made your way down slash's body, running your hands along his chest and abdomen and tracing his happy trail. once you finally reached his crotch, you slowly unlaced his pants, maintaining eye contact with him. his chest rose and fell frantically and sweat started to form on his forehead. once his pants were undone, you pulled them halfway down to reveal his cock, which made your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline at the sight of it--long, thick, already bubbling with pre-cum at the flushed red tip. you grinned in awe, looking up to notice slash looking away from you in embarrassment once again, fidgeting with his rings.
"nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart--i'd be proud if i were you," you mused, taking the base in your hand and watching his reactions carefully. "can't even wrap my hand fully around it, s'so big, yeah?" he could only nod and watch you flutter your eyelashes up at him. "want me to suck you off, make you feel good?" he nodded once more, his eyes slightly widening. "mmm, gotta use your words," you teased. "please," he begged, out of breath, "need you t'suck me off, reader, please." you smiled up at him and leaned down, your lips mere centimeters from his cock. "good boy, that's what i wanna hear"
you barely licked at his slit, lapping up his pre-cum and barely allowing him any sensation. he panted and gripped the cushion under him for support and he tried to hold back from bucking his hips up and shoving his whole cock down your throat. your lips enveloped his moist tip, only sucking at it while your hand began to stroke his shaft. "ohhh my god, mommyyy-" he moaned out before slapping his hand over his mouth, realizing what he had called you. you pulled off of his cock and put a hand on his stomach, rubbing your thumb across his tattoo. "baby, its okay--just let mommy take care of you, yeah?" you said softly, rather enjoying the title. he nodded and exhaled, calming down slightly. "yes, mommy..." he mumbled, his face completely flushed red. you smiled and kissed at his tip before continuing your work.
slash's hands snaked into your hair as you began to take as much of him as you could into your mouth, slightly gagging on his sheer size. you pulled off of his dick with a small pop and continued pumping his shaft up and down, gently massaging his balls. a variety of whimpers and whines escaped his lips, his back arched off of the couch. "oh fuck, mommy--your mouth is so warm- aghhh," he cried out, slightly tugging at your hair. you chuckled and rubbed your thumb across his slit, licking small stripes up his shaft. "yeahh, you gonna cum for me sweetheart?" you teased, utilizing every little spot that drove him crazy. "yes, please let me cum--fuuuck- i can't hold on anymore," he stumbled over his words, barely forming a coherent sentence. "go ahead, cum in my mouth," you cooed before sucking at his tip once more. he cried out and pulled your hair as his thick ropes of cum shot down your throat. "yes, yes, yes, ohhh godddd, mommyyy~!"
once he had finished his orgasm, he collapsed back on the couch, heartbeat at an inhuman speed and barely starting to slow down. you laid down at his side, and he turned his head to lay it on top of your chest. "that was...that was like a dream..." he panted; you giggled and nestled a hand in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. he turned to wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest and humming against your skin at the sensation of you massaging his scalp. your free arm wrapped around him, your open palm on his upper back. "you alright?" you asked, still thinking this is all just one big trip. "oh i'm more than alright," he replied softly, hooking his leg over yours.
"i am curious, though," he continued, looking up at you with his now glossy chocolate eyes. "what are we?"
a/n: took me over an hour and a half to write this one...but its okay its about my wife so i don't mind :3 i listened to caress me down today and got reeeaaaally inspired heh...also new and improved layout!! i think my writing is also really starting to improve ^_^ who should i write about next?? <3
â ïžWARNING â ïž MINORS DNI 18+: Oral Sex (male and female), cum play, degradation, group sex, double penetration, violence, and masturbation
His hips snapped forward, balls slapping the wet drool against your chin. His hands buried in your hair as you choked on his cock. You tried to look up at him with blurred vision and watering eyes. But the feeling of his hand slapping against your face, stinging and burning, hard enough to force your lips from around his cock with a pop reminded you to focus on the task.
âI didnât say to stop.â And he was pulling you by your hair, knees scraping against hotel carpet making them raw and sore as your lips were pressed to his cock once more.
He has your hair wrapped around both hands pressing you against his pelvis, his cock so deep down your throat you couldnât breathe. Your palms pushed at muscles thighs and then he pulled out a few inches to give you time for gasp before jerking your head back and forth in whiplash motions.
No concern for what he was doing to you and letting you know you had no control in this situation.
Your mascara burned uour eyes as tears flowed down your face, panic setting in as you sobbed being face fucked. Feeling your gag reflex get tested as you suddenly thought about how you were going to puke all over yourself.
Shame and fear at the idea feeling your stomach as panicked, trying to wrap your lips around his cock tighter to have him cum before that happened; you knew if you threw up there would be hell to pay.
His cock slammed down youâd throat, once more blocking any breathe and you could feel his cum sliding down your throat in warm shots as you tried to swallow him down, knowing better than to waste anything he was giving you.
When he was satisfied he threw you back, you landed with a thud on the carpet, eyes downcast as you watched his bare feet walk away from you. He was leaving you there as he got a towel from the bathroom, coming back to throw it on top of you like a blanket.
âClean yourself up, itâs Stevens' turn next with you and they all get mad if they think I was too rough with you.â The way your hair ached and you were a mess of your own tears, drool and mascara it was obvious Izzy was too rough with you.
He was lighting a cigarette, climbing into bed and picking up the phone. Probably going to call his girl back home, you thought bitterly as you wiped away the wet black streaks around your eyes.
At least with popcorn he was always gentle with you, kinder and exactly what you needed after the guitarist.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with your lips open you watched the way Steven was jerking his cock at you. He loved just having you sit naked and praising you while he stroked his cock. Nine out of ten times heâd cum on your face, moaning about how good it looked.
It was his kink and it gave you a few minutes of rest to try and recover from the way Izzy had just abused your mouth. Your hair still ached and Steven had commented on if you had been crying; your eyes were red and the handprint on your cheek was pretty good evidence of who you had been with.
âSo pretty, Y/N. Youâre an Angel. Look at me with those pretty eyes. So gorgeousâŠcan you, un fuck, open your mouth and stick out that pretty pink tongue?â You did as he asked, hearing him groan again.
The way his cum felt sticky on your face, dripping in rivers of him over cheeks and down into your mouth as you licked your lips for show and watched him blush, almost embarrassed that he had done that to you.
He has a towel prepared already and offered you a drink of room temperature bud which you accept to get the poison taste of men out of your mouth.
Three left and you still hadnât been fucked tonight. All three usually let you sleep in their bed, loving to be last because they could use you all night.
âAxl is next but you can stay here a few minutes if-â you were already at the door, the silky blue robe the only thing you wore as you knocked on the singer's hotel door.
The singer could be in a very good mood and treat you very well or he could be in a bad mood where he still treated you pretty well but he might want to do something that was different.
He always made sure you came though. And not little feelings in your tummy but sheet soaking orgasms where heâd hold you as you cried after.
âHey.â He pushed open the door and let you in. A little thrown off by his whatever sort of attitude but moving to where the bed was but Axl was itching his head, looking uncomfortable. âWe canât.â He made a motion between the two of you.
âOhâŠwhy?â He scratched his arms and you suddenly felt very unattractive and not that sexy.
You were being denied by the person who had claimed you as the band groupie two years ago. The person who always made sure you went on tour and whoâd go to the movies with you on mornings off. Did this mean this was all over for you?
âI met someone and it just seems like Iâd beâŠI canât.â He didnât want to make you feel bad by letting you know you were the other woman in a few of the other relationships. He was setting boundaries and you respected that but you werenât going to stay around and be made to feel bad about it.
Without a word you left the room, not bothering to ask who was next. A part of you was broken and sad thinking about Axl not wanting you and you realized that part of you liked him and sought validation from him when he was with you.
Slash and duff were coming up the hallway And you froze seeing them both there.
âAxl doesnât want to do this anymore.â They looked at each other and back at you unsure of what to say and wondering why you looked ready to cry.
âWell, that just means more for us.â You smirked at Slashâs words and he looked at Duff. âYou want to share Y/N? I think our little cumslut needs extra love.â
You were on your back on one of their beds, the robe in a pile of blue silk on the floor. Slash was between you legs, his tongue licking and sucking the folds of your pussy.
He never really went down on you but out of all of them he was the most enthusiastic when he did. Heâd lick and suck at you, finger fucking you as he talked against your pussy about how good you tasted, the vibrations of his words pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.
Duffâs cock on your hand as you slid up and down his shaft, jerking him off as you rode Slashâs face. Another orgasm rippling through you as you squeezed your thighs against his head.
âAre you feeling better now, Y/N? What else can we do for you?â Slash asked, placing wet kisses along your thighs.
âI want you both.â They smirked and duff pulled away from you, sitting on the bed. Slash was helping you move over to sit on him, holding your hands as you started writing the bassists cock.
A soft smack against your ass as you bounced up and down, pussy dripping down his shaft and balls, loving how he bucked up to meet you with his thrusts.
Slash was in front of you, cock hard as he watched; Stroking himself until he was ready to slide inside of you to have you filled with both of them.
He bent down, keeping you steady as you felt the burn of the stretch, Duff kissing along you neck as he peered over your shoulder to see you get overfilled and overworked.
âI canât.â You met Slashâs eyes as the head of his cock pushed inside of you as your mouth fell open and a whimper escaped.
âYou can and you will.â Your lip caught between your lip and you felt them pushing you around until he slid all the way inside of you.
Your head was on his shoulder as you felt them both working you. Using you. Reminding you that you were still property do the band.
You had a cluster of scars on the right side of your nose down to your lip, faded to a silvery ghost color that you couldnât see unless you were close enough to trace the bumps down and ask for the story of what happened again.
A weekend when you were younger visiting family, a skateboard and a thirteen year old girl who thought she could take on the entire world while riding four wheels. A ramp that was too big, a boy who didnât think girls should skate and a push that led to a fall.
I always wince imagining you tumbling down, your arm folding as it canât catch you from this height and falls broken under your body, the concrete on your face. The blood you describe and the scream of your Aunt and cousins as you picked up your board tucking it under you as you climb back up to the top of the ramp, dropping your board to drop in and turning to the boy who looks horrified at your face, head butting him and making your nose bleed more as he screams out before you drop in and ride the ramp with your broken arm sending you off balance.
You carried that same attitude all your life. The ability to withstand people saying you canât do something only to stare them down and say âwatch meâ.
Thatâs why I love you so much. Your ability to forever press past limitations and know your self worth. You have dreams and to hell with anyone who ever thought that they could get in the way of themâŠ
Like me.
I had been foolish enough to beg you to come on tour with me, put your career on the side for a few months while you got the travel in the smoke and Mirrors of mine. You had agreed to come for a few weeks but I pushed, demanded and wanted more.
But I wanted more of you than you were willing to give. The frustration when the fight happened, the sound of you slamming you hands down on the wood table of our favorite upscale sushi restaurant and the flames in your eyes.
No.
You had said it Iâm loud enough to accompany the percussion of you slamming down on the table. You werenât going to let me influence you into something that you didnât want to do and now I knew that I had way overstepped.
You had a campaign for a major perfume deal that was large enough for a deposit on a house, three auditions with major motion picture studios. You had the yellow brick road to your career and I was asking you to stop working for what you wanted to watch me play guitar.
What a foolish idiot.
It was clear we werenât going to be together any longer. I had pushed too much and you were done with someone who couldnât be supportive of your independence. Especially after all the trust, time and belief you had poured selflessly into me.
Thatâs how I lost you.
The only time i see you now is on billboards in Hollywood or for the five dollars at the movie theater.
Itâs too late but Iâm sorry, so sorry that I didnât love you the way you needed me to. I was young and loved you how I needed to be loved. And Iâm sorry.
But damn, honey. Iâm so proud of you.
And I canât help smiling as I picture you in your life now just challenging everyone to watch you.
Mother had a lot of people coming into our home lately.Â
Late at night they would clumsy come into the house, rousing me from the nap I would take in anticipation for her arrival.Â
These foul smelling beasts would sometimes see me and say things like âI like your pussyâ or âCan I pet your pussy?â laughing at their own jokes with a grotesque, loud sound that was desperate.
It wasnât anything like the tinkle of laughter that mother would give me when I shit in their shoes.Â
Terrible things.Â
They closed the door to our bedroom, used their feet like weapons when I would dart out of the bathroom trying to save the floor from their inability to aim in the human litter box.
Untrained swine.Â
Men would come over a few times a week and make mother yowl in a sound that made my claws come out and then she would send these hairless mammals from our home with promises to ring them.Â
But it was only my bell that she would ring when she gave me belly pets since I was her sweetest little prince.Â
And then she brought home a man who bent down to untie his shoes when he came in, helping mother from her heels and laughing when she looked at him. He saw me and greeted me as one should.Â
A very kind Pst Pst Pst sound escaped his lips as he held out a hand letting me know that I could use this offered scratch post if I so choose. And since he had asked so politely I strode over and let him run his fingers through my fur.Â
He was a good man and itched the perfect spot between my ears.Â
Mother also approved of him enough that after she yowled for him and he came out to get a cup of water she asked him if he wanted to stay.Â
The man left the door open to the bedroom and didnât lock me out.Â
He knew who ran this house.Â
After day the man visited more. Brought me new treats of dried salmon and a little mouse toy that he would let me play with but also would use when he played with me.Â
This man I knew was destined to be my father.Â
One day his things started appearing in our home and he sat on the couch, those funny little things on his face moving as the pink flicker of his tongue made weird sounds.Â
But I appreciated that he talked to me, tom to tom.Â
And I knew that mother had finally found us father.Â
There were a lot of things that Izzy had as guilty pleasures.
Circus peanuts. Toe socks. Cucumber melon lotion.
Normal things that werenât completely out there. But something he would never tell anyone was about the way he had rewritten Nicki Minajâs Anaconda as a love ballad to his cock.
The towel ruffled hair hair as he drop dried from the shower, his narrow hips twirling around as he danced in front of the fogged up mirror.
âMy Izzy-Conda donât, my Izzy Conda donât.â He twirled his hips, his cock spinning sign the motion in a perfect helicopter, which he stopped tucking it between his thighs as he hummed.
Turning, his pale ass shaking in the mirror before spinning around, opening his thighs and jerking his hips up and down as his flaccid cock bounced up and down movements.
âMy izzyconda donât want none unless you for buns hon.â He sang out he watched himself swinging his dick in the mirror.
It was then he noticed the girl in the mirror, eating his cereal by the handful like the heathen she was.
âIâm telling everyone.â The three words made him turn, charging after her but she had already thrown herself into her room, laughing mercilessly at him.
Izzy banged on the door, still naked.
âIzzy-conda!â She sang out and he flushed. Hands at his sides as she laughed again.
Having her live with him had been the worst idea of his life.
SUMMARY: After a night of drinking you piss off the boys and they remind you of who you belong to.
A/N: I have a couple requests I have to write so Iâm putting this out now and I am hoping to get out the Requests this upcoming week. I will be on vacation this weekend so I probably wonât be interacting  as much, Feel free to submit the requests still. I can usually get to write things within a few days. Thanks everyone for reading!
Hii, could you do one with Izzy(since it's his birthday today)
Okay so, Izzy doesn't care much about his birthday and then reader got to know about it, she decided to do something that will make Izzy wait for his birthday every year.:)
Like in the morning of his birthday she will bake him a cake then they will enjoy his birthday. Then in the night his big present will be her.
im so sorry it took me sooooooooo long but i have hard time writing izzy fics forgive me
the morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of your little house up in the hills, the kind of place Izzy liked best â quiet, away from the noise, with enough space for his guitars to lean against the walls
it was april 8th and youâd only found out it was his birthday two weeks ago, when an old ID from the 80s had slipped out of one of his beat-up notebooks while you were cleaning old stuff from the attic
he hadnât mentioned it
not once
Izzy Stradlin didnât do birthdays
heâd told you once âJust another day, darlinâ. Ainât worth makinâ a fuss over itâ but youâd seen the way his eyes softened when he talked about the little things that mattered to him â the way he always remembered how you took your coffee/tea or how you liked the window cracked open at night. he paid attention. always. and today, you were going to pay it back
in the morning you slipped out of bed carefully, his arm sliding off your waist with a sleepy murmur. he looked peaceful like this â hair messy against the pillow, his eyes relaxed, no trace of the old chaos that used to live there
in the kitchen, you moved quietly, pulling out the ingredients youâd hidden in the back of the pantry. you werenât a professional baker but youâd practiced this cake twice in secret. vanilla with a hint of bourbon extract. you hummed softly under your breath as you mixed the batter, the smell of sugar and vanilla filling the air
by the time the cake was in the oven, youâd already set the table with two mismatched plates you knew he liked â the ones with the tiny flowers on the rim. fresh coffee/tea made. a small stack of his favorite records waiting by the player. nothing over the top. just⊠thoughtful
Izzy padded in sometime after ten, barefoot in an old faded t-shirt and sweatpants, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he stopped in the doorway when he saw the cake cooling on the counter, candles already placed
ââŠWhatâs all this?â his voice was still rough with sleep but there was a flicker of surprise and almost boyish in his expression. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely, watching you
you smiled, wiping your hands on a dish towel âHappy birthday, Izâ
he blinked, then let out a soft huff of a laugh, shaking his head âYou werenât supposed to know about thatâ
âToo bad. Iâm very good at snooping through your old stuffâ you stepped closer, sliding your arms around his waist. he was warm and after a second his hands settled on your back â really gentle
âI wanted to do something nice. You always notice the little things for me. Let me do this for youâ you added
Izzy looked down at you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face. he wasnât great with big emotions out loud but you could see it â the way his shoulders relaxed, the faint pink that touched his cheeks. shy. sweet
âAlrightâ he murmured finally, voice low âBut only cause you put so much effort in all of thisâ he smiled softly as his eyes followed to the cake
the rest of the day unfolded slow and easy, the way he liked things to be. you ate breakfast together on the back porch â scrambled eggs, toast and then that cake (which turned out pretty damn good, even if the frosting was a little lopsided). he blew out the candles after you sang to him happy birthday (he found it kinda funny and you smacked his arm to be quiet cause he was making you laugh while you sang) and when you asked him to make a wish, he just smirked and said
âAlready got everything I need sittinâ right hereâ and you blushed and said that it's too cheesy and he just blew out the candles and kissed you deeply
after that, Izzy disappeared into the living room for a moment and came back with one of his old acoustic guitars that heâd had since the early days, the one with the worn pickguard and the tiny scratch near the bridge from some long-forgotten tour bus incident
he didnât say much, just settled on the worn leather couch and patted the spot beside him. you curled up against his side, head on his shoulder, as his long fingers started picking out soft, lazy chords. every so often heâd pause to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear or press a slow kiss to your temple, murmuring:
âThis one always made me think of youâ when a particularly sweet progression floated through the room
when his fingers needed a break, you pulled him outside for a walk along the overgrown trail behind the house. the path was perfect: narrow, shaded by old oaks, with wildflowers pushing up through the dirt. he walked with his arm slung loosely around your waist, thumb rubbing absent circles on your skin through your thin sweater
he noticed everything: the way the light dappled across your face, the tiny lizard that darted across the path (he stopped to watch it with quiet fascination), the fact that youâd worn the silver necklace heâd given you months ago for no reason other than âit reminded me of your eyesâ
he pointed it out softly âStill wearinâ that, huh?â and the shy pride in his tone made your heart flutter
âYes, cause it's really pretty and it reminds me of youâ
back home, the afternoon melted into golden laziness
you made iced tea (his with a splash of lemon, exactly how he liked it now that he avoided anything too sweet) and sprawled out on the big quilt youâd thrown over the grass in the backyard. Izzy lay on his back, one arm behind his head, the other hand resting possessively on your thigh as you read aloud from the paperback youâd found on his shelf. every few pages heâd interrupt with a quiet comment or a lazy smile, his fingers tracing patterns on your leg or hip
as the light began to soften into that hazy late-afternoon glow, you moved back inside. Izzy helped you in the kitchen â not because he was particularly skilled but because he liked being close. he chopped vegetables with careful, deliberate movements while you stirred the sauce for a simple marinara, his free hand occasionally brushing your lower back or stealing a quick, soft kiss against your neck when you least expected it
âYouâre too good to meâ heâd mutter once, almost to himself, voice sincere. dinner was eaten at the small wooden table by the window, candles flickering even though it wasnât quite dark yet. he kept refilling your water glass without being asked, remembered you liked extra basil and when you laughed at one of his dry jokes his eyes crinkled in that rare, genuine way that made him look years younger
by the time evening rolled around, the house had gone gold at the windows, all that late-day light turning everything softer. he was standing at the sink rinsing out a couple of plates when you came up behind him and slid your arms around his waist. you were now wearing a robe that covered your body
he leaned back into you instantly, like his body had already learned home from you
âThereâs still one present leftâ you said against his shoulder
he chuckled quietly âYeah? Thought the cake was the whole dealâ
âThat was just the warm-upâ
his head turned a little, curiosity waking slow in his eyes âYou better not have bought me somethin expensiveâ
you laughed under your breath âDonât worry, I didnât buy anythingâ
that made him look at you properly, a faint flush rising in his face before he even had a chance to hide it. he set the dish towel down and faced you, hands settling carefully at your waist, looking curiously at your body in the robe up and down
âThen whatâd you do?â he asked, though his voice already sounded like he had some idea and didnât quite know what to do with it
you smiled, a little wicked and a little sweet âCome upstairs with me and find outâ
he stared at you for one long second, then his mouth twitched like he was trying not to grin too hard âYeah, alrightâ he said, quiet and almost shy about it, like he was walking into something precious
upstairs, the bedroom was dim and warm, bed had his favorite sheets on, the lamp on by the bed and the windows cracked just enough to let in the evening air. youâd already lit a few candles earlier, not because you needed them but because you knew he liked the way candlelight made a room feel cozy
Izzy paused in the doorway, looking around like he was trying to take in the whole setup at once
the look in his eyes changed so fast it nearly made your breath catch. not hungry, not rushed. just stunned in that quiet way he got when something touched him deeper than he knew how to say out loud
âYou did all this for me?â he asked, almost like he couldnât believe it
you walked to him slowly âOf course I didâ
his hand came up, brushing your hair back from your face, fingertips careful as glass âYou make it hard to know what to say sometimesâ
âYou donât have to say anythingâ
âYeahâ he murmured, his thumb tracing your jaw now âbut I want toâ
he kissed you then, slow and deep and careful, like he was unwrapping a gift he intended to treasure instead of tear open. then he carefully slipped the robe of your shoulders onto the ground, revealing you wearing his favorite lace bra and panties set
when you pulled back, both of you breathless, his hands wandered to softly tug on your panties, smirk softly playing on his lips
âHappy birthdayâ you whispered
he smiled, just barely âYeah,â he said softly âThink this oneâs gonna be hard to top next yearâ he smirked fully and brushed lace on your bra with his thumb
you laughed and he kissed you once more. his mouth moved against yours with that same deliberate patience, tongue sliding warm and slow along yours until your knees felt a little unsteady
you tugged at the hem of his t-shirt and he let you pull it over his head, arms lifting easily, the candlelight catching on the lean lines of his chest. your palms skimmed over his skin and he shivered, a soft, involuntary sound slipping out of him
âEasyâ he murmured against your lips but his hands were already working on your bra, fingers cupping your breasts as soon as your bra hit the floor. then he was kissing down your neck, then your chest, open-mouthed and unhurried, sucking lightly at your nipples. when you moaned quietly he smiled against your skin
he walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed, then eased you down like you were something breakable. his hands never stopped moving â tracing your ribs, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they tightened under his touch. he watched your face the whole time, cataloging every flutter of your lashes, every little gasp, like he was memorizing the exact way you came apart for him
you reached for his belt and he helped you, kicking his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. when he was bare he crawled over you, settling between your thighs but not pressing in yet. instead he kissed your skin until his mouth hovered right where you needed him most. he played softly with the hem of your panties; looked up at you once and when you nodded he pulled down them down and dipped his head
the first slow drag of his tongue made your back arch
he took his time, licking broad and flat, then circling your clit with the tip of his tongue in lazy drags that had you threading your fingers through his hair and tugging gently. he hummed in approval at the taste of you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. two long fingers slid inside you, curling just right, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids while his mouth kept working you open
âOh God... Izzy...â he didnât speed up even when your hips started rolling against his face; he just held you steady with one hand on your thigh and kept going until you came hard around his fingers, thighs trembling, his name falling from your lips
âI should be the one going down on youâ you reminded breathless
but he didn't answer instead just kissed his way back up your body while you caught your breath, lips shiny, cheeks flushed. when he settled over you again his cock was heavy and hot against your entrance but he still didnât rush. he kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and only when you were whining softly into his mouth did he reach between you and line himself up
âGood?â he asked, voice rough
âGod, yes, Iz â pleaseâ you begged
he pushed in slow, inch by inch, eyes never leaving your face. the stretch was perfect, full and burning in the best way, and when he bottomed out he stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust while he breathed shakily against your neck
âFuck⊠you feel so goodâ he whispered âAlways so fuckinâ perfect for meâ
then he started moving â long, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. no frantic pounding, just steady, purposeful thrusts that built heat
you wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned low. one of his hands found yours, lacing your fingers together and pressing it into the mattress above your head while the other slid under your ass, tilting your hips so he could go even deeper
the room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin, the creak of the old bed and the quiet, filthy praises he kept murmuring against your ear â
âThatâs it, baby⊠just like that⊠takinâ me so well⊠love how you squeeze around meâŠâ
â each word spoken soft and hoarse, like he couldnât stop himself from telling you exactly how you made him feel. sweat slicked your bodies; when you clenched around him especially hard he cursed under his breath and buried his face in your neck, hips stuttering for just a second before he found the rhythm again
you came a second time with his name on your tongue, nails digging into his back and the feel of you pulsing around him finally pushed him over. he thrust deep once, twice more, then stilled, groaning long and low as he spilled inside you, hips pressed tight to yours like he never wanted you to leave
afterward he didnât pull out right away. he stayed there, softening inside you, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth while you stroked his hair â lazy, sweet presses of lips while his thumb stroked over the back of your hand still tangled with his
eventually he eased out carefully and rolled to the side, pulling you against his chest without a word. his arm wrapped around you, fingers tracing slow, idle patterns along your spine
âBest damn birthday Iâve ever hadâ he said into the quiet, voice husky and spent âThe cake, the walk, the music⊠and youâ a soft, almost disbelieving laugh rumbled under your ear âYouâre makin me want to start countin down the days till next April 8thâ
you smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss right over his heart âThat was the whole point, Iz. Every year. Cake in the morning, lazy days with you and your guitar, walks⊠and nights like this. Just usâ
he chuckled lowly, the sound warm and content âGuess I can live with bein spoiled rotten like thisâ his hand kept stroking your back, slow and steady, like he never wanted to stop touching you âThank you, my love. For makinâ an ordinary day feel like⊠homeâ
âBut it isn't just an ordinary day Iz...â you murmured against his skin âItâs your birthday, it should feel special like thisâ
âYeah... right babyâ he chuckled softly and gave you a kiss on the temple
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