Hii requesting with 80s Axl where the band has this inside joke that Axl fucks someone while he's asleep that's why they don't want to sleep beside him.
Then reader is Izzy's sister and they both live in the same apartment and the band decided to crash at their place and it only has 2 rooms (Izzy and reader's room ofc) now Axl and reader aren't really close but they know each other since he's Izzy's childhood friend. So when the band crash at their place they were all drinking in the living room and decided to just stay the night. Then Steven they said they were gonna sleep at Izzy's room but Izzy shouted "you better not sleep in my room, fuckers" but it's a joke tho he still let them sleep in his room since the living room was such a mess, and then when Axl was gonna go to Izzy's room Duff then said the inside joke which reader heard, then Slash suggested that Axl should just sleep in reader's room since they know each other then there she started worrying like cause what if he fucks her? Then he did fuck her(while pretending to be asleep, but gave up cause he wanted to fuck her properly) but they kept quite so the guys won't hear. Then in the morning they're just acting fool but keep stealing glances at each other.
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the front door of the cramped apartment banged open like a shotgun, followed by a wave of loud, half-drunk laughter and the smell of cheap whiskey, cigarette smoke and some other crap
you were already in the living room, curled up on the worn couch with a rock magazine, when your brother Izzy stumbled in first
“We’re finally home” Izzy announced, kicking the door shut behind the rest of the band “And the living room looks like a goddamn warzone already. Y/N I told you to clean up!”
Slash came in next, tripping over his own boots and catching himself on the wall with a grin “Hey, it wasn’t this bad when we left”
“That’s because we left like four hours ago, dude” Duff laughed, slinging his bass case down and immediately raiding the fridge like he paid rent “Where’s the beer Y/N? We killed everything before we even hit the Strip”
Steven bounced in after him, all wild energy and bleached hair “Yo, Y/N! Your brother dragged us back here ‘cause the van’s busted again. You cool with five smelly rockstars crashing?”
ou ignored them at first but Stevies energy made you look up from your magazine and acknowledge their existence again in here. you raised an eyebrow, trying to sound casual even though the apartment was tiny and already smelled like a dive bar “Five? Izzy didn’t mention he was bringing the whole circus tonight. I thought it was just you idiots dropping him off”
Axl was the last one through the door leather jacket slung over his one shoulder. he gave you a small nod— just the usual acknowledgment since you were Izzy’s little sister and he’d known you since you were all kids running around Indiana. you two weren’t close, exactly. he was Izzy’s childhood best friend and a chaotic frontman of their band and you were… well, the one who usually ended up cleaning up after their messes
“Circus is right” Axl muttered, voice low and raspy from singing all night “Place is a shithole”
“Hey, mind you” you shot back with a grin, sitting up straighter “This shithole has running water and a couch that you can actually sleep on and isn’t infected with cockroaches. So watch your tongue”
Izzy snorted and ruffled your hair as he passed “Be nice, sis. They’re harmless. Mostly.”
“Mostly?” Steven flopped dramatically onto the couch next to you, spreading out like he owned the place “I’m offended. I’m an angel”
Duff cracked open a fresh beer he’d found and tossed one to Slash “Yeah, an angel who puked in my shoes last week. Real saintly”
you laughed, shaking your head “You guys are animals. Seriously, how do you even function on stage?”
“Pure talent and bad decisions” Slash said around the joint he was lighting, his curls falling in his face. he offered it to you with a lazy wink “Want some? Helps with the noise complaints from the neighbors.”
you waved it off “Thank you I’m good. Someone’s gotta stay sober in case Izzy decides to climb the fire escape again”
Izzy flipped you off from the kitchen but he was smiling “That was just one time and I was inspired”
the next hour blurred into chaos. empty bottles piled up on the coffee table. Steven told the same stupid story about the gig three times, getting louder each round. Slash and Duff were so drunk thst they mostly just stayed glued together. Axl mostly lounged against the wall, nursing his drink and occasionally throwing in dry one-liners that made everyone crack up
you joined in more than usual, feeling loose from the leftover buzz in the air “Steven, if you keep waving your arms like that you’re gonna knock over the lamp again. Last time it took me two days to find all the pieces of the broken light bulb”
Steven clutched his chest like you’d wounded him “Y/N, baby, you hurt me! That lamp had it coming”
“Yeah, yeah. And Izzy—” you pointed at your brother, who was trying to sneak another beer “—you promised you’d help with rent this month, not turn our living room into a homeless shelter”
Izzy grinned, all innocence “I’m contributing to the cultural experience. You’re welcome”
Axl chuckled softly from his spot, eyes flicking toward you for a second “She’s got a point, Iz. Your sister’s the only responsible one here”
you met his gaze briefly and smiled “Someone has to be. You guys would burn the building down if I wouldn’t keep my eye on you”
the banter kept flowing—playful jabs about who smelled the worst after the show, Steven claiming he was “naturally musky”, Duff threatening to crash on the couch anyway, Slash offering to sleep in the bathtub if it came to it
eventually the energy dipped. the living room was a disaster: bottles everywhere, ashtrays overflowing, someone’s jacket draped over the TV
Steven stretched out on the floor and yawned “Fuck it. I’m beat. Izzy’s room has that big bed, right? We can all squeeze in. Floor for the losers”
Izzy’s head snapped up “No no no, you fuckers better not sleep in my room” he said loudly, but the smirk gave him away—it was the same half-serious, half-joking tone he always used with them
you rolled your eyes “Oh sure, threaten them and then cave. Classic Izzy”
Duff laughed “C’mon, man. Living room’s a biohazard now. Your bed’s bigger than this couch anyway”
Izzy sighed dramatically, running a hand through his messy hair “Fine. But if any of you assholes puke on my sheets, I’m kicking you out the window”
“Okay ‚dad’ ” Steven said with a groan
the guys started shuffling toward Izzy’s room, Axl pushed off the wall last, finishing his drink
Duff turned with a shit-eating grin “Hey Axl, you sure you wanna sleep in there with us? …You know, since you will maybe accidentally fuck someone in your sleep? We don’t wanna wake up with you humping one of us like a dog in heat”
Steven burst out laughing “Yeah, man! Last time we shared a room I swear I felt hands”
Slash smirked, adjusting his hat “Creepy as hell. Better not risk it”
you froze on the couch, ears burning. you’d overheard bits of their dumb band jokes before, but never this one so clearly. Axl fucks someone while he’s asleep? What the hell kind of running joke was that?
Axl just shook his head, unfazed “Fuck off. That joke’s older than Steven’s brain cells”
but Slash, ever the helpful one when he was buzzed, glanced between Axl and you “Or… Y/N’s got her own room, right? You two kinda know each other. Might be safer if you two slept together. Less risk of accidental midnight humping. Cause you wouldn’t fuck Izzy’s sis, right Ax?”
your stomach did a little flip. you sat up quickly “Wait—what? Hold on, guys—”
Izzy paused in the doorway, looking back with a raised brow “Slash, don’t be weird”
but the suggestion hung in the air
Axl turned those intense eyes on you, one eyebrow lifting slightly “You cool with that, Y/N? Or you gonna make me sleep on the beer-soaked floor?”
you opened your mouth, heart suddenly racing for reasons you couldn’t quite explain. Axl wasn’t exactly a stranger but he wasn’t exactly safe either. the guy had a reputation and now this stupid inside joke was looping in your head
what if he really did…?
you forced a laugh, trying to sound as playful as before even though your mind was spinning “I mean… my room’s tiny. And if you snore, I’m kicking you out. But sure, whatever. Just keep your hands to yourself, Rose”
the guys howled with laughter
Steven clapped Axl on the back “Good luck, man. Don’t sleep-fuck Izzy’s sister or he’ll actually kill you”
“Shut the fuck up” Izzy muttered but he was already disappearing into his room with the others, door clicking shut behind a chorus of “night, Y/N!” and “don’t do anything stupid”
which left you and Axl standing there in the messy living room, the sudden quiet feeling way too loud
you swallowed, trying to keep the banter going. “So… guess you’re with me tonight. And seriously keep your hands to yourself, Axl”
Axl’s lips twitched into a small, dangerous little smirk “No promises” and you glared at him but that didn’t scare him even a little as you two started going to your room
your bedroom door clicked shut behind Axl, the sound louder than it should’ve been in the heavy silence
your room was small — just a double bed pushed against the wall, a messy dresser, a couple of postersand a single lamp casting a warm, dim glow. you stood awkwardly by the bed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, suddenly very aware of how little space there was
Axl shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over your chair “Nice room” he said quietly, voice rough but softer than usual. he looked around for a second, then back at you “You still good about this? I can still take the floor. I was just kidding earlier”
you swallowed, heart hammering. the joke kept replaying in your head — he fucks people while he’s asleep. you tried to look casual but your voice came out a little shaky “Yeah, yeah… it’s fine. The floor’s gross anyway. Just… don’t hog the blankets”
he gave a low chuckle and kicked off his boots “Deal”
you both climbed into bed- you in shorts and oversized shirt, Axl just in his boxers. the mattress dipped under his weight, bringing him closer than you expected. you turned onto your side, facing away from him, trying to calm your breathing. Axl stayed on his back at first, one arm behind his head. the room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with your sweet scent and smoke — a dangerously comforting scent
you could hear the guys still murmuring and laughing in Izzy’s room but it was distant
then you felt it
as you shifted slightly to get comfortable, your thigh accidentally brushed against his hip — and there it was. he was hard. really hard. the thick outline pressing against his boxers resting against his lower belly, warm even through the fabric
your breath caught. heat rushed to your face and between your legs at the same time. you froze, eyes wide in the dark, pretending you hadn’t noticed. but your body betrayed you — a little involuntary wiggle, your thighs pressing together
Axl didn’t move at first. then his voice came, low and rough, right beside your ear “You felt that, don’t you?”
you bit your lip, trying to sound innocent and scared even though your pulse was racing with want “I… I didn’t mean to… um…” your voice was barely a whisper. you looked over your shoulder at him, eyes big and nervous, like you might bolt any second. inside though you were throbbing. you wanted this. you wanted him. but you couldn’t let it show too obviously
he turned onto his side, facing you now. his hand gently rested on your waist — not pushing, just there “Y/N. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want” his thumb stroked slow circles over your shirt “But I can feel you want this... And you’re not pulling away”
you swallowed hard, looking scared on the outside while your body screamed yes “But what about… what about the joke. About you… in your sleep. What if you…?” your voice trailed off but you didn’t move his hand
Axls lips curved into a small, knowing smirk. he leaned in closer, breath warm against your neck “No baby, I’m not asleep, don't worry” his voice dropped even lower “Been thinking about this since I saw you today. You looked so fucking cute trying to act tough in front of the guys”
"A-Axl!" you swueacked super quietly, your heart skipped. you turned fully toward him, faces inches apart “O-okay… but we have to be quiet” you whispered, voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement “I swear if hey’ll hear…”
“I know” he brushed a strand of hair from your face, very gentle “We’ll be careful”
his hand slid under your shirt, palm hot against your bare skin. you gasped softly but didn’t stop him. instead, you pressed closer, your innocent wide-eyed look making him groan quietly
“Fuck, you look so cute… but you want it, don’t you?” he murmured
you nodded shyly, biting your lip “Yeah… I do. Just… I’ve never… not like this”
he kissed you then — slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together in the dark. his hand moved lower, slipping into your shorts, finding you already wet. you whimpered into his mouth, hips twitching
“Shh...” he whispered against your lips “Quiet, baby”
he guided your hand down to the bulge in his boxers “Feel how hard I am for you?”
your fingers trembled as you palmed him. he was big — thicker and longer than you’d imagined. you rubbed hesitantly, innocent curiosity mixing with desire
Axl’s breath hitched “That’s it… good girl. Want to taste me first?”
you nodded again, eyes still wide and nervous-looking even as heat pooled between your legs “Okay… but I've never did that... Can you teach me?”
“Fuck yeah, come here” he pushed them down his boxers, freeing his cock. it sprang up, heavy and flushed, the tip already glistening. he took your hand and wrapped your fingers around the base “Like this. Nice and slow at first”
you leaned down, heart pounding. your tongue darted out, giving the head a tentative lick. he tasted salty, masculine. Axl let out a quiet groan, one hand gently threading into your hair
“Just like that… open your mouth. Take a little more. Use your tongue on the underside — yeah, fuck, just like that”
you followed his instructions, sucking softly, bobbing your head with innocent eagerness. he guided you patiently, voice a low rasp “You can go deeper, baby… relax your throat. Good girl… you’re doing so good for me”
the praise made you moan around him, the vibration pulling another quiet curse from his lips. you took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering a little but never looking away from his face
after a few minutes, Axl’s hips twitched “Shit — pull off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth”
you kept going, wanting to please him. he came first with a stifled groan, hips jerking as he spilled hot across your tongue. you swallowed what you could, the rest dripping down your chin. he pulled out gently, breathing hard, thumb wiping your lip
“Fuck, Y/N… you’re too good at that even if that was your first time. You've read your brothers Playboys didn't you?” he said panting with a smirk
you smiled softly wiping your mouth “Maybe…”
but he wasn’t done. he flipped you onto your back, careful to keep the bed from creaking too loud “My turn. Gonna make you feel good but you gotta stay quiet for me, okay?”
you nodded, looking scared and innocent even as you spread your legs for him. he kissed down your body, peeling your shorts and panties off slowly. when his mouth found your clit, you had to bite your hand to keep from moaning out loud. he ate you like he was starving — slow, deliberate licks and sucks, two fingers curling inside you until your thighs shook
only when you were trembling and dripping did he pulled away leaving you needy
“Be patient now” he kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, slow and deep as you could taste yourself on his lips
“Gotta be so fucking quiet, baby” Axl whispered, voice rough and low “Can you do that for me?”
you nodded quickly, eyes wide and still carrying that scared, innocent look even though your body was aching for him. your hands trembled as you clutched at his shoulders “Y-yes… I promise”
he pushed your legs open a little wider, settling between them. the head of his cock nudged against your soaked entrance, hot and heavy. he rubbed it up and down slowly, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every pass until your hips twitched involuntarily
“Shh… easy” he murmured when a tiny whimper escaped you. then, inch by inch, he started pushing inside
he was thick — thicker than you expected — and the slow, steady pressure made your eyes flutter. He sank deeper, stretching you open, filling you completely until his hips were flush against yours. your walls fluttered around him and you had to bite down hard on your lip to stay silent
“Fuck… you feel so good baby” Axl breathed against your ear, staying perfectly still once he bottomed out, letting you adjust. his arms trembled slightly from holding himself up “You okay?”
you nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. your voice came out as the tiniest, sweetest whisper “It-it feels… really big. But good. Don’t stop… please”
he groaned quietly and started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. the bed creaked once and he immediately froze, listening. when no one stirred down the hall, he continued, even slower, grinding rather than thrusting so the mattress wouldn’t make noise
your hands slid up into his messy hair, gripping tight as waves of pleasure rolled through you. you were trembling all over — legs shaking around his waist, breath coming in short, quiet little gasps against his neck
Axl kept his face buried in the crook of your shoulder, lips brushing your skin with every thrust “That’s it… just like that. You’re taking me so well, baby. So fucking sweet... and perfect and...”
you whimpered softly, the praise making you clench around him “Axl… feels so good… I-I can’t—”
“Shhh, I know” he whispered, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub slow circles over your clit
the combination of his deep, steady thrusts and the perfect pressure on your clit pushed you over the edge fast. your orgasm hit hard — your whole body locked up, back arching, his hand covered your mouth to silence your cry as you pulsed and fluttered around his cock
Axl cursed under his breath, hips stuttering “Fuck— baby, I’m close—”
he thrust a few more times, deep and desperate, then pulled out with a low groan. his cock pulsed hot against your stomach as he came, thick ropes spilling across your skin. he kept rubbing your clit gently through the aftershocks until you were twitching and oversensitive, then collapsed half on top of you
for a long moment the only sound was your ragged, quiet breathing
your hands found way to stay gentle on his back, stroking up and down in sweet, shy little circles
“Axl… that was… really nice. Thank you” you sounded incredibly sweet and vulnerable like you haven’t just been fucked senselessly
he let out a tired, breathless chuckle and reached the sheets to clean you up with surprisingly gentle wipes “Yeah… it was”
you curled toward him immediately once he wiped away his cum, still trembling, pressing your face into his chest like you needed the closeness “Do you… wanna cuddle for a bit? Or… whatever you want. I just… I really liked it. You felt so good I’ve never had something like this”
Axl went quiet for a second, clearly exhausted from the long night of drinking and performing. he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and muttered, half-asleep already “I just wanna crash, honestly. Been a long fucking night”
the words came out flatter than he meant them to
you froze for half a second, that innocent nervousness flickering across your face again but you quickly smiled anyway — understanding at least trying to be “Oh… okay”
you started to pull away, turning onto your side to give him space, even though your body was still buzzing and your heart felt oddly tender
Axl blinked, realizing how that must have sounded. he reached out and caught your wrist gently before you could roll all the way away “Hey... Wait that’s not —”
you looked back at him over your shoulder, still trembling a little, eyes soft “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Really. Don’t feel guilty about it”
he sighed and tugged you back toward him, wrapping one arm around your waist so your back was pressed to his chest. his voice dropped lower, softer “Tonight was… intense. You were incredible. I just crash hard after shows, booze and good sex”
you stayed quiet for a moment, then gave a tiny, nod against the pillow and whispered “I know. It’s fine, Axl. I’m not mad or anything. I just… really liked being with you. That’s all”
he pressed a lazy kiss to the back of your neck, already half gone “You’re too fucking sweet, you know that?”
you let out the softest little laugh, still trembling faintly in his arms. “Maybe. But that’s just who I am”
Axl’s breathing slowly evened out behind you, heavy and deep as sleep pulled him under. you stayed awake a little longer, feeling the warmth of his body, the sticky mess between you and the secret thrill of what just happened while the rest of the band slept down the hall. eventually your eyes drifted shut too
morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the apartment, hazy and too bright for the hangover everyone was nursing. the living room still looked like a crime scene: empty bottles, crushed cans, cigarette ash everywhere (literally) and a couple of guitars leaning against the wall. muffled groans and laughter drifted from Izzy’s room as the band slowly woke up
you were already up, moving quietly around the tiny kitchen in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts, trying to make coffee like everything was normal. your body still felt the echoes of last night — an ache between your legs, faint marks on your skin hidden under your clothes and that nervous, weird flutter in your stomach every time you thought about Axl
you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact as the guys started stumbling out one by one
Steven was first, hair sticking up in every direction, yawning loudly “Morning, Y/N! You look fresh as a daisy. How’d you sleep with the human chainsaw in your room?”
you forced a small smile and poured coffee without looking up “Fine. Thanks”
Duff wandered in next, scratching his stomach “Coffee smells good. Pour me one, please?”
you handed him a mug without looking up, you stiffened when you heard Axl’s voice as he talked to Slash
Slash shuffled out, joint already between his lips “Yo, anyone see my hat? Think I left it somewhere”
Izzy emerged last from his room, looking half-dead but smirking. he ruffled your hair as he passed “Thanks for letting Axl crash in your room, sis. I hope he wasn’t bothering much?”
you muttered something incoherent and busied yourself with the fridge
then Axl walked into the kitchen
he looked exactly like the rockstar who’d just rolled out of bed after a night of drinking and fucking. his eyes found you immediately
you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly turned away, pretending to wipe the counter. you couldn’t look at him. not with the guys right there. bot when you still felt so raw and exposed from how sweet and vulnerable you’d been last night while he just wanted to “crash”
the band noticed
Steven grinned like an idiot and elbowed Duff “Uh oh. Someone’s avoiding eye contact. What’d you do, Axl? Snore too loud? Y/N looks scared, man”
Duff chuckled “Yeah, man. Did that inside joke finally caught up with you? Bet you were humping the pillow in your sleep and scared the poor girl away”
Slash chuckled around his joint “Classic Axl”
you felt your face burn hotter. you grabbed your own coffee mug and mumbled “I’m… gonna go clean up my room” before slipping away down the hall without another word. you disappeared into your bedroom and shut the door firmly behind you, heart pounding
the guys’ laughter followed you
“Damn, she really is avoiding you Axl” Steven said, still grinning “Must’ve been some loud-ass snoring”
Izzy just shook his head, sipping his coffee. “Leave her alone, assholes. She’s not used to your bullshit this early”
you stayed in your room for the next two hours
you heard them moving around — more coffee, someone turning on the TV, arguments about whose turn it was to get food, plans for rehearsal later. every time footsteps came near your door you tensed but no one knocked. Izzy checked on you once, poking his head in to ask if you wanted anything. you told him you were fine, just was too much for you. he nodded and didn’t push
eventually the noise died down. the band was finally leaving — loud goodbyes, backslaps, promises to see Izzy at the Troubadour later. the front door opened and closed multiple times. you stayed curled up on your bed, reading a magazine for the 10 time cause you couldn’t focus, replaying last night in your head and feeling stupid for how much you’d wanted affection afterwards
then, after everything went quiet, there was a soft knock on your door
you sat up, heart jumping “Yes? Come in”
the door opened slowly. Axl stepped inside, closing it behind him with a quiet click. he looked a little more awake now. he didn’t come too close at first — just stood there, hands in his pockets
“Hey” he said, voice low “The rest of the guys left. Izzy’s still out there but… I told him I forgot something in here since I wanted to talk to you”
you nodded, fidgeting awkwardly. you couldn’t quite meet his eyes “Okay”
Axl sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair “Look… I fucked up last night. After we… you know. I was an asshole. You were being all sweet, still shaking, telling me how good it felt and I just said I wanted to crash like a total dickhead. That wasn’t cool”
you stayed quiet for a second, then gave a small shrug, trying to sound casual even though your voice was soft “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I get it. You were tired”
“No, it’s not okay” he sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, keeping some space between you. his eyes searched your face “I really liked it. The sex. You. The way you were so… innocent and eager and fucking sweet even when you looked scared. I meant what I said before I passed out that you’re too sweet. For me. And I shouldn’t have made you feel like I didn’t want you close after that”
you finally looked at him, eyes still a little guarded but softening “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better. I’m not mad. I just… felt a little silly afterward. Like I was too much for you”
Axl shook his head, reaching out slowly to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his touch was surprisingly gentle “You weren’t too much. I was just being a selfish prick because I crash hard after nights like that. But I shouldn’t have brushed you off. I’m really sorry, Y/N”
the apology hung in the quiet room. you gave him a tiny, shy smile, a little trembly from all the emotions “Thank you, I appreciate you saying all of that”
he let out a relieved breath and leaned in a little closer “No problem baby. And for the record I meant it — last night was fucking incredible. You were incredible”
you blushed but didn’t pull away. the tension between you felt lighter now
Axl glanced toward the door, then back at you “I should probably go before Izzy comes looking. But… we’re cool?”
you nodded, the small smile staying on your lips “Yeah. We’re cool”
he stood up but paused at the door, giving you one last look — that intense, familiar gaze with something warmer underneath “See you around, Y/N”
then he slipped out, leaving your room quiet once more
you flopped back onto the bed, letting out a long breath, heart still racing but feeling a little lighter
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