My name is Sylvia! i really like GnR [Guns N Roses] so that’s what i’m mainly gonna be writing about. i do take suggestions so please feel free to give me some!
what i WILL write if suggested or if i just write✅:
smut [can go hard or soft]👀
kinks ⬇️
-kinks including: dirty talk, overstimulation, HEAVY teasing [personally love that], hair pulling, fingering, dom or sub male/female, name calling, toy use
fluff
basically whatever
age gaps LEGALLY
WLW and MLW [obvi]
DNII❌
SHIT OT PISS KINKS ARE AN ABSOLUTE NO
illegal age gaps
rape or anything of abuse [we love our women here]
sorry i dont do MLM [NOT homophobic at all! just not my type of thing.]
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Maybe you should do one where the reader and Stevie been friends for a long time no flirting or anything just friends! But then the readers boyfriend cheated on her so she seeks comfort in Stevie… then they kissed one thing led to another and yeah yk 💋
EEEK i love steven so much, such a sweetheart that man is❤️
Take In My Love
This fic WILL be containing: P in V[protected], mostly fluff, nicknames
You and Steven have always been close with each other ever since both of your moms met back in 72’. That one time whenever your mom dragged you over to their house since it was only down the street because both of them were going to have coffee, but also “She has a son! It’ll be fun, hun.” your mom said to you as she tied on your shoes since you didn’t know how too yet since you were only 6.
But that day? Was the best day. You and Steven played in the backyard on the wooden swing set he had, both of you having a popsicle in one had, the sun melting it as it dripped messily over your clenched hand around the stick as the other held onto the chain of the swing. Both of you giggling and asking “What’s your favourite colour?” and those cute kid questions.
But as the days pass, you two were inseparable, stuck to each other by the hip basically, no body could pull you two away. And since you guys lived so close to each other, you hung out with Steven basically everyday for hours until your moms called you back inside for dinner. Until the next day all over again, continuing what game or toys you were playing with last.
As you guys got older into your early teens, both of you 13. Steven constantly switched from his parent’s house to grandmas and would stay there for weeks that felt like decades. You constantly begged your mom to let you go see him, you did! But not so often since it was kind of far, and you didn’t have his grandparents number so how could you call him?
When both of you entered your young-adult age in 85’, both of you now 20. You moved to LA for your job, and where you often visited Steven wherever he was staying. In some apartment he shared with Izzy that was trashed, or the hell house that was even more trashed and barely functioning with his band that’s always played great fucking music but of course treated you with respect since you were closer to Steven than anyone else.
But over the 2 years in LA with steven, you’ve seen and also experienced the crazy parties, the after parties, the aftermath of the parties, drugs and needles, pills, snorting, drinking. Everything the band has done? You’ve seen with your own 2 eyes. But did you participate in the drugs? Yes, but only weed, anything above that, you’d just chop your arm off for fun. But the drinking? Obviously, who the hell doesn’t drink at a party?
~•1988•
You were dating your boyfriend of almost 2 years now, Jason. He was this tall 6 foot guy, with that perfect buff built, perfect sharp and symmetrical face, black hair with those mysterious green eyes that pulled you in from the start, day one.
The first time you saw him was with friends at a party when he asked you if you wanted a drink. You accepted and from that point on? The both of you never stopped talking to eachother every day for 3 weeks. Constantly meeting up to hangout someone or at each others houses.
He was a little quiet around people and sometimes you, but you thought he was normally quiet.
The start of the relationship was great, wonderful even! He always respected you, bought you flowers or whatever your gaze looked at in interest. Everything you could've asked for.
But as months passed by? He was still quiet and growing more and more distant. Cancelling plans, not picking up his phone when you called, zoning out when he did hangout. And it got you wondering.. Was he hiding something? Was he maybe seeing someone else behind your back? Your gut always twisted at the thought of it, every single time.
You tried to ignore it but it never went away. So you decided enough was enough, you had to see what Jason was hiding that he wouldn't admit to your face.
You got in your car and drove to his house, it wasn't that far really, only 10 minutes. And those 10 minutes? Fucking hell. But you got there after what felt like ages.
You parked the car in front of the house and walked in his house since he always left it unlocked like the idiot he was, even though he always has been since day 1.
When you walked in, there it was. Moans and pleading that weren't yours, Groaning another woman's name coming from the washroom as the shower head ran water. Rage boiled in your blood at the sound of pleasure.
You stomped to the washroom, the door slightly ajar to let the heat out. The door slammed against the wall behind it as your gaze saw through the steamy glass door of the shower that Jason's back was facing as he was pinning some woman against the wall, fucking her like he did with you.
Your voice boomed through the washroom in anger. "What the fuck, Jason!" His head whipped back to face you, his smug looking face and that stupid smirk not leaving his face as he chuckled. "What? Wanna join or something?" The woman laughing as her forehead leaned against his shoulder so you couldn't see her face that your fist so badly wanted to meet.
"Are you kidding me? Join?! You're such an asshole!" Jason laughed again, the sound making it feel like knife's stabbing your heart and gut at the exact same time. Tear swell in your eyes as your throat tightened, but you swallowed them back down. Slamming the door shut as you stormed out back to your car, every step feeling like stepping in fire.
You walked in the door to your home with mascara stained streaks over your cheeks. Every room and spot in the house reminding you of Jason, the kitchen where he'd help you or wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck and whispered how sweet you were too him, how "I don't deserve you, sweetheart." Now you know you really don't. The couch where you'd cuddle up on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back from under your shirt. The hallway where he would chase you and popcorned kissed all over your face when he'd catch you in his arms..
You decided to call Steven out of the need for comfort which he was always good at with you. With a shaky inhale of breath you picked up the phone and dialed his number.
The phone rang three times before he picked it up. "Hello?" Stevens voice crackled through, he didn't sound drunk so that was good at least.
"Hey Steven, can- can you come over?" Your voice cracked and obviously filled with heartbreak. "Yeah, yeah I can come, what's wrong?" His voice filled with worry, he rarely heard or saw you upset ever really. Except those very few times something really touched your heart.
"Just.. I'll tell you when you get here, okay?" He nodded even though you couldn't see. "'Kay, want me to bring you a pack of smokes Malrboro red? I'll let you keep the pack." Stevens voice was soft and sincere but it made a little laugh come out of you, your lips tilting upwards. "Yeah, sure, thanks." "I'll be there soon." The phone clicked, disconnecting the line.
You walked to the bathroom to wash the black smudged streaks off of your face with warm water.
As the black mascara mixed in with the water, it didn't change the redness of your swollen eyes from crying on the drive home.
The front door creaked open as you sat on the couch curled up with your knees on the couch, the TV on low volume.
The couch sank as Stevens weight pressed down on the cushions, his arms immediatly pulling you into his chest like he always did when you were upset. His chin rested on top of the crown of your head as he tucked your head against his chest while his hand rubbed up and down your spine.
"So.. what happened?" Steven asked, tone soft and careful. You took a deep breath in and out before speaking. "Jason happened, he cheated on me. I went to his house and walked in on him-" Voice cracking again as tears started to fall without warning.
"Woah- hey, its gonna be okay Y/N." Steven's free hand cradiling the back of your head, his fingers threaded though your hair. He leaned back against the couch so your body was half laying on top of his. You buried your face against his shoulder as yours were gently shaking from the tears mixed with heartbreak.
Minutes pass by and you started to calm down, Stevens shirt having 2 little wet stains from your eyes on it, but that didn't matter right now. "You want the smokes now?" "Yeah.." Stevens hand reached into his back pocket to dig out the small box. and gave it to you.
You sat up, whipping your face with your sleeve before taking the box, grabbing a ciggarete plus your lighter off the coffee table to light it between your lips.
Taking a long drag, you held it in your lungs then blew it out. "Any better yet?" Steven asked, you nodded your head. "Yeah, I'm a little better now.. thanks for coming on short notice, I know you were probably busy with making new music with the band or whatever." Stevens head shook fast, not wanting to make you feel guilty about calling him. "No! No Y/N, I wasn't doing anything, swear! I was just reading a magazine."
An eyebrow raised on your face and turned to look at him with the ciggarete between your lips. "Reading a Playboy magazine?" Your voice having a hint of teasing. He shrugged "Yeah, stole it from Axl, dude has a collection." Both of you laugh together.
Steven distracted you from the break up by talking about everything crazy that happened in the hell house. Axl’s crash outs, Slash running naked down the street because he took some sort of drug, Izzy moving into the walk in closet and making it his room, and Duff living with his new girlfriend that’ll probably last a month.
The stories made you laugh because Steven was making voices as if he was being them too. You were paying attention, but something about him always made your heart flutter for some reason, was it the way he always treated you with respect? How he knows how to make you laugh? Or was it just his overpowering sunshine of a personality?
Your eyes lingered on his lips for a second too long before Steven noticed, looking back up like your mind wasn’t wondering on how he kissed- “Hey,” Steven’s voice cut through your zone out. “You okay? I can talk about something else.”
You shook your head like it’ll shake out the thoughts out of your head. “Uh- yeah, don’t worry I’m paying attention, keep talking.” Steven didn’t believe you for even a second. “You sure? You sure you don’t want to change the subject or need anything? Like, absolutely anything?”
“Well.. I- no,” You hesitated, though you were craving for some sort of affection, you didn’t want to make it seem like you only invited Steven for just that reason. “No I don’t need anything, I swear.”
Steven tilted his head to the side, giving you the i-know-it’s-bullshit-look. “C’mer, sweetheart.” He opened his arms back up once again, the nickname making you pause but your heart flutter.
When you finally moved, cuddling back up to him. He leaned his body back down, wrapping his arms around you to keep you right up against his chest. One hand making small patterns on your back, you hear right above his heart beat.
He leaned his cheek against your head, then buried his nose into your hair and breathing in your shampoo, that sweet lilac and vanilla scent that he always complimented on.
“You still smell good.” His words slightly muffled against your hair, but yet he still made you smile. “Yeah?” You responded. “Yeah.”
You both started to watch the TV in comfortable silence with each other, enjoying and relaxing in his arms.
You looked up at him to ask if he wanted to order in but when you lifted your head up to look at him, your noses brushed against and lips accidentally touching, turning into a kiss for a second before you pulled away. Your face blushing pink out of embarrassment.
“Oh shit- I’m so sorry, Steven!” He just laughed. “Hey! No worries, I know it was a mistake.” Even though he wanted to kiss you more than just for that single second.
Your eyes looked back down at his lips, perfect, smooth and aren’t chapped like Jason’s. But even a pretty shade of pink, looking back at his eyes, the atmosphere changed. Not in a bad way, a more.. hot, lighter even.
Steven’s eyes went softer and relaxed, like saying it was okay for whatever you did, he was okay with it.
Looking at his lips again, then eyes, you looked back down to the perfect shaped pink lips and leaned in to kiss softly. Steven kissed back with his eyes closed, both lips moving against each other. Softly, gentle, warm.
You moved up to get more of his lips, his hand moved to the back of your head, cradling it to tilt your head. Your hand moved to his cheek.
The kiss went on for maybe 10 seconds before both of you pulled away but not too far for air as your noses brushed against each other. Steven spoke in almost a whisper to ask. “You sure you want this, babe?” The nickname again making your heart flutter, but you nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Steven dived back into the kiss, deepening it a little as he tilted your head. His tongue gently swiped across your bottom lip as if asking for entry, you parted your lips enough for his tongue to slide in and glide against yours.
The kiss was nothing like Jason’s, he’d always shove his tongue down your throat. But with Steven? Not even close, he took his time, savouring the touch with someone he adored.
His other hand went to your lower back, that sweet spot that always made your breath hitch, and it did, making Steven smile into the kiss.
Steven shifted in the couch, making you lie on your back as he went on top. His hand from the back of your head moved to the curve on your waist, the other going to your face, cupping your cheek. But your arms went around his neck, pulling him in closer as he came chest to chest with you.
His hands gently roamed over your clothed body, not yet taking off clothes.
You deepened the kiss with your tongue, moving more confidently against his.
Steven’s hands gently tug off your shirt, you put your arms over your head so it’s easier to come off. It falls onto the floor beside the couch. His gaze looks over you in awe and appreciation over your curves and perfectly smooth skin, like you were a greek god, fucking beautiful.
He sits up and takes off his own shirt, falling down to join yours.
Steven digs in his back pocket for a quick second, grabbing a foil-packet condom and places it on the coffee table so it’s easy to grab.
“You always carry one with you?” You ask with a little giggle, he nodded and smiled. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
His mouth presses back to yours. Your hands hook onto the waistband of his ripped jeans, fumbling with them blindly to undo the button and zipper.
Steven helps with yours but does it easier since he’s had a lot of practice, thankfully all of that came in a clutch.
Both pants come off, the only thing protecting them are Steven’s boxers and your panties.
He carefully holds your hips as he gently grinds his almost hard rock cock against your clothes covered pussy as each grind hitting your throbbing clit just right, making a gasp rise from your throat. Your hands clasp onto his shoulder, squeezing softly.
He does it again, and again, and again until a short moan came out into the kiss.
Steven pulls back for air before brushing his kiss-swollen lips against yours, panting softly. “Just tell me if you need a break or stop, okay baby?” The nickname making your stomach do a flip but you nodded.
Steven curled a finger around the waistband of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs until it pooled around your ankles, you shook it off and let it fall. Revealing your now stupidly wet, glistening pussy to him.
Steven pulled down his boxers, revealing his now hard rock and heavy cock. He grabbed the condom off the coffee table, ripping it off with his teeth to grab the rolled up condom.
He dropped the opened packet and glided the condom over his dick, making sure it wouldn’t fall off or anything stupid.
He leaned over you, lining up perfectly between you before gently pushing into your slick folds, making you both gasp at the sensation. The perfect stretch of your pussy from his cock making you gasp. Your warmth, tightness, and wetness making Steven gasp.
“You’re doing so good, don’t worry.” Steven assured you as his voice was a whisper. His hips touched yours as he completely sunk into you.
Both of you got adjusted from the feeling before Steven started to move, making you whimper from how good he was treating you. “You’re so perfect..” He said through his clenched jaw, moving slowly in and out of you.
He kept that slow paste up for maybe 5 minutes as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and against your throat, saying..
“That’s it, there you go.. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Just- fuck, you’re so perfect for me..”
“I love you.. god I love you..”
“Just take in my love..”
Kissing you, your face, shoulders, and collarbone over and over until a few hickeys formed on your skin.
He picked up the paste, going pretty fast but that’s just what he’s used too, but for you? You loved it. The head of his cock kissing your cervix perfectly every time he pumped back in.
Steven hooked one of your legs over his waist, hitting deeper into your perfectly, hitting every spot just right as soft moans spill from you as your hands grip tighter on his shoulders and your back arching up a little.
A light wave of heat flows in your lower stomach, making your hips meet up with his even though you tried to keep still. But his paste never stopped or slowed down.
“S-steven-“ Your voice shaky as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. “I know, don’t worry, I won’t stop, sweetheart.”
His lips brushed against yours before pulling you up closer to his chest by putting his hand on your lower back and pulling you closer.
Steven changed his angle, hitting deeper, faster, and harder into you now. Your back arching up farther. “Right there.. Steven please don’t stop..” Begging from the pleasure.
Another wave of heat flows over your body again, signalling that your orgasm was close. You hooked your other legs stitch his waist, your thighs squeezing around him to pull him closer to you as he continued to pump in and out.
“Just let go, I got you, don’t worry.” Steven panted into the crook of your sweat licked neck. You felt yourself getting closer and closer as the panting got heavier and moans louder.
Steven kept hitting your cervix just right, getting you closer each and every time it was hit until your orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenching and squeezing around his cock enough that it made him spill hot white stickiness into the condom.
After you both came down from the high. Steven pulled out gently, careful not to hit any sensitive spot even though both of you hissed gently at the sensation.
Grabbed the closest throw blanket near the couch and threw it over the both of you as his head laid on your chest, your arms automatically wrapping around him to pull him in closer. Both of you a little sweaty, chests heaving and panting.
As your breathing goes back to normal. He looks up at you with those soft puppy eyes of his before speaking.
“You feel any better now?” A smile cracked on your face and nodded, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “Never better.” Steven’s smile flashes at you and he presses a quick peck over your heart and laying his head back down.
His hands gliding over your curves, making small but soft circles on your skin.
Both of you have forgotten that the TV was still on, so the both of you watched until a peaceful sleep covered the both of you.
Morning rolls around as the suns warm yellow-orangey colour spills in from the balcony sliding door window, waking the both of you up.
You both showered together, Steven making you laugh from almost slipping on the slippery bathtub floor but holds you from behind under the shower head as water dripped down both of you, pushing your hair way from your neck, kissing the back of your neck and shoulder.
After you both dried off, Steven made almost burned toast, runny eggs, and yogurt that he forgot to mix, but yet he still put a smile on your face and one on your cracked heart that you almost forgot.
The both of you ate on the couch as he continued to comfort you. His arm around you and his thumb brushing over your shoulder since he ate fast, there wasn’t much food at the hell house. You’d be lucky to find a half bag of chips if you ever did which was very unlikely of.
When you finished eating and putting your plate in the dishwasher that always missed spots on a few dishes in, walking him to the door as he put on his shoes.
Steven tied his left almost broken converse shoe lace and stood up, stepping in front of you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into a quick peck on the lips.
“You gonna be okay alone?” You nodded, Jason’s a jackass anyway, it didn’t matter. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” This time you pressed a peck to his lips, pulling that big grin on his face. “Call if you need anything, okay?” “Okay.”
Steven presses one last lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back. He opened the door, stepping a foot out before looking behind to wave.
“Bye, Y/N.”
“Bye Steven.”
I know this fic was a little shorter than the rest so i’m sorry it went by fast or if i’ve missed any detail!!
I hope this was enjoyable and that you guys liked it. I would normally write more of something more smutty which i kinda did in this but tried to make it as fluff as possible cuz i can’t see steven railing the shit out of someone PERSONALLY!!!! 😭
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This fanfic WILL be contaning: Age gap{legally!!!}, nicknames, smut, fingering, P in V {actually using protection finally}, DBS{dads best friend}, dry humping
Your dad was always close with Duff back when it just turned 1980, stupid dumb teens who always got in trouble, but always had fun doing it together.
Your dad always helped with Duffs band, Guns n' Roses multiple times when they were in need of a place to stay for the night, food to eat, shower after a gig in some shitty bar or at Whiskey, The Cathouse, or at the Rainbow. Sometimes needing to drive the band in his beat up, rusted van to go from LA to wherever else their manager made gigs for them.
Even when fame got to Duff, it never changed his connection with your dad, it never changed when your dad got married to your mom in 1989, and it never changed when he had you.
His daughter who was always polite talking with the manners your mom taught you before the divorce since mom had some.. issues. Long story short, she was crazy an scary as shit.
But that didn't stop from the beautiful little girl that grew up even more beautiful.
"Divine" even, that's what Duff always called you since you were born and it stuck to you, no one else called you Divine but Duff.
You always had a thing for Duff, always have since you were 17 and your now 22.
When you got older, mostly in your teens, the relationship with your dad just wasn't the same anymore.
It started with the nasty looks, small comments on little things that didn't really matter until it did, the regular small arguments over stupid shit that grows to a yelling match, throwing names at each other with a few "Fuck you" and "I hate you".
But Duff? He'd always call you that nickname that made your heart flutter or that little exclamation feeling that your heart does when you get fluttered. He'd sometimes offer his couch for you to crash on when the arguments got bad and you needed space from your dad. Comforted you every time some tears fell down when he would hit a nerve.
Duff made you feel things that no one really ever had, not even that boyfriend you had back in grade 12 who was always sweet towards you and everyone else. But was way to confident when you got laid by him, which was a major turn off to you during it.
But you've heard the stories about how Duff was to women in bed or wherever he fucked them. It made your thighs squeeze together in class, pulsing around nothing. Sometimes in bed in the middle of the night when your hand drifted under your pants and play with yourself, even coming on your fingers from imagining that your fingers were his.
Every time your mind drifted to that, so you knew how well he was, how expireinced he was with women, how good he could make you feel.. And who cares if Duff's 38? He barely even looks 30 anyway.
~<June 13, 2004>
It was late in the afternoon, the sun lighting up your room a golden color from your window.
You sat in your chair at your desk, scrolling through your computer to find small apartments, maybe even a small house to rent to get out of this house with your dad since your mom was all the way in New Jersey in some rehab since she still hasn't gotten better.
College and the part time job wasn't cutting it. You worked for a decent wage but all the houses or apartment that had some type of problem.
Black mold inside the walls,
Mouse or roach infestation,
A weird milk rotten smell that never went away,
The list can just go on forever.
You let out a little huff of boredom. Your chin resting on your hand and the other hand scrolled, reading every detail of each place, some favourited, most? Weren't.
Your dad knocked on your door before opening it without you responding, peaking his head through. "Hey," His voice rough from smoking a ciggarete outside before coming back in. "Can you throw out the garbage, I'm leaving right now."
You had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes before responding, turning your head to the side to look at him. "Why don't you do it since you're already leaving, I'm busy." Your voice filled with a hint of annoyance.
Your dad let out a loud sigh, closing his eyes to think of something that won't lead into an argument since he was having an actual decent day.
"Y/N, fuck- I don't wanna argue, just do it, okay? I worked a 12 hour shift last night, just do it." "Fine, get out." You agreed, but would probably do it in 2 hours after looking at what was really important.
The day got later into the afternoon, the sun setting, turning your room from golden to a soft pink from the sunset. You decided to shut yout computer off and to take a walk since your eyes starting to hurt from staring at the screen for so long.
You got up and streched your body, letting out a good yawn, your flip phone vibrated on the desk with a notification.
You picked it up to flip it open and read the message sent by.. Duff!
~Duff: "Hey Divine, my friend cancelled on me to go see Misfits, do you wanna come? I can pick you up at 8."
Your heart did that little exclamation, go to a concert? With Duff? Just you and him? Alone..
You type back fast, obviously you'd want to go. Yes, you loved the band Misfits since Duff did introduce you to them when you were 11. But going with him was a whole other thing.
~You: "Yeah sure, I got nothing better 2do 2nite. Do I pay you back for the ticket?"
~Duff: "Oh god no, it'll be my little treat for you, Divine ;]"
You checked the time on your alarm clock that flashed the time in red,
7:20PM
Your heart fluttered out of exitment, immedietly you changed into your usual concert outfit. The black shorts that showed off your perfectly smooth and legs, obviously a Misfits shirt with one of their albums, some rings, a bullet belt that one of your friends got you for your birthday, paired off with the all black converse.
And yes, you did also take out the trash.
As time passes, you did a simple but cute smoky eye look, making sure that it was perfect and not like one side was too dark or one side of eyeliner was higher than the other.
You just finished putting on perfume on your neck, that scent that Duff complimented on you one time, that pepper, woodsy, but floral scent that was a perfect match of feminene and masculine, when your phone buzzed again with a notification,
He's here.
You grabbed your lip gloss and phone, shoving them into your pocket before leaving and locking the door behind you.
You walked up to Duffs black car, opening the passenger side before sliding in and closing the door, putting the seatbelt over your chest to click it in place.
"Hey Duff." You said with that polite tone you've always had with him, he smiles back, his eyes looking over you before snapping back to your face. "Hey Divine, you look good."
Your lips curl into that small smile, trying not to make your cheeks pink. "Thanks, you too." "I dress like this on a daily, you know that."
And he did. Leather or any type of black pants, band shirts, and the dirty, almost fucked up and have most definetly seen better days.
You let out a little chuckle and shrug. "Doesn't mean you don't look good." Duff lets out a little laugh too but nods in agreement. "At least you're aware I look good."
And you were very much aware.
The drive wasn't really awkward since the radio was filling up the silence. There was a little bit of small talk but it was mostly about looking for places and how college was going.
You kept glancing at Duff. Looking at his perfect profile, medium length blond hair that you've always loved, but you liked it when it was longer personally.
And when you weren't looking? Duff looked at you. Your thighs pressed on the seats, how your shirt was sitting just right on your boobs, your long hair that he wanted to bury his face into and never leave.
God, the thoughts running through his mind were making his blood run down to his cock.
The concert was great, they played almost every one of your favioruet songs, but you had an even better time since duff was standing beside you.
In the car, he asked if you wanted to stay the night at his place to get away from your dad, and obviously you said yes because why wouldn't you?
Near his house, one hand was on the wheel as the other went over your knee. "You got an eye on a house you like yet?" You thought for a beat before speaking up. "Just a few that aren't some type of fucked up I guess."
Duff shrugged one shoulder, moving his hand up just above your knee, his thumb making soft circles over your skin. Your breath hitches but you look out of the window to see each house.
"At least its better than some nasty smelling shithole." He glanced over at you, you glanced back and smiled at him. Duff's eyes drift down to your lips before looking back at the road.
"You always have that pretty smile on your face when you look at me?" That smirk on his face that you always wanted to kiss off him. But your cheeks flush a faint pink. "I dunno, do I?" "Always seems like it."
When you got to his house, he opened the door for you like he always has.
The lamp on each side of the couch was reflecting a soft colour that didn’t hurt your eyes. You both sat on the white leather couch that cracked under you when you sat on it. Duff sat beside you..
His hand goes under your legs to bring them up over his lap, letting your legs rest over his thighs.
You felt his rough fingers from pressing on the bass' thick strings go back over your knee as his thumb rubs small circles once again.
Your face flushed that light pink again, making the corner of duffs lips turn up.
"What're you pink for, sweetheart?" His voice low but yet sweet. His eyes looking at you with awe and something else.. maybe he wanted more than just for you to stay the night..
The nickname makes your heart flutter and a little pool form at your lower belly. "Oh- uh nothing. It's just a little hot in here, that's all." Duff knew it was complete and absolute bullshit, making him let out a chuckle. "You sure? You want some help cooling off, Divine?"
The words got stuck in your throat, but you nodded, clearing your throat so you could actually talk. "Y-yeah, sure." Duff scooted closer to you, your breath hitching again like it did in the car. His head cocked up "You wanna take off your shirt?"
You swallowed out of nervesnous, was this it? Were your dreams finally coming true with Duff?
Your hands went down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head, revealing you in a black bra that cupped your boobs up perfectly.
Duffs eyes wandered down to the now half naked part of you, licking his bottom lip before speaking in that tone that made the pool grow bigger and hotter. "Fuck.. you're just as beautiful as I thought you were in the car."
Your thighs pressed up against each other as you felt your pussy clench out of want and need, the craving for him to thrust into you. "Yeah? You think?" Your voice a little shaky but tried to match his.
"Think? No, I know. And you know what else I know?" "What?" You asked innocently, but knowing damn well that you can feel your panties getting damp.
He leans in close to your ear and murmurs. "I know for a fucking fact that your wet just from you pressing your thighs together." His voice changed to something rougher, dirtier even.
His breath hot against the shell of your ear, his hand travelling up your thigh. Making your breath hitch and swallowing a whimper back down your throat just from the touch of his hand
“Well.. do you wanna help me out?” Your tone matching his low seductive tone. Duff moved back to look at you, his smirk widening into something deeper. “Yeah, I’ll help you out.”
Duff’s hand on your thigh went closer to your inner thigh, parting your legs. “Can you spread your legs just a little more, Divine?” You did so without a second thought. The feeling of your damp panties clinging onto you makes a whimper stuck in your throat.
His hand went to the button of your shorts but paused to look up at you, his eyes asking if it was okay. You nodded too fast, you didn’t care where his hands touched you, you just wanted him everywhere.
“Lay down, i got you, let me take care of you.” His voice went softer but still had that seductive tone in it. Reluctantly, you laid down, letting your back his the pillow on the couch and your head on the armrest, letting out a comfortable sigh from your lips.
Duff leans over you, his lean body towering over yours, dipping his head down, his lips landing the pulse on your neck softly. Pressing warm open-mouthed kisses over it and all over your neck. His hands blindly unbuckling your belt, letting it fall to the floor, then unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts with practiced ease. Sliding them down on your legs.
You lifted up your hips so it’ll be easier for the shorts to slip off, he set them on the floor beside the couch. leaving you in only your bra and black laced panties. But his mouth was focused on your neck.
His hands glided softly over your waist, hips, and thighs like you were delicate. You tilted your head to the side so he could have more room. A hand going to the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair.
Small red and purple marks were already appearing on your neck from the little nips and sucking gently. You let out shaky breaths, swallowing the soft whimpers that threaten to leave your throat.
“No, don’t hold back, I wanna hear every noise you make.” Duff’s lips brush against the sensitive spot on your neck. Finally letting a whimper out.
His lips travelled down to your collar bone, nipping softly and licking over so it wouldn’t sting. Going down further to your chest, over the swell of your breasts, one of his hands go up to cup your breast through the bra, squeezing gently. Taking one strap and pulling it down your shoulder to press warm kisses there.
“You’re so perfect.. so divine.”
You let out another whimper, pressing a kiss on top of his hair. Duff looks up at you, leaning in closer to your face as your lips touched and moved together.
You move your hand behind his head goes to his cheek, tilting his face to deepen the kiss more. His tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for entry. You parted your lips and his tongue goes in, finding yours. Both tongues lapping over each other.
You close your eyes and moan into the kiss. It was soft, pleasurable, sweet, everything a kiss should be.
Duff’s free hand goes to your lower back. He sits up and pulled you with him, never breaking the kiss. Pulling you onto his lap- Fuck, he was hard. Really fucking hard. You press your hips down onto him more. The bulge through his jeans touching your clit, making you moan at the sensation, a soft groan leave Duff’s throat into the kiss. His tongue goes down farther into your throat.
His hands stay on your hips, tracing small patterns on your soft skin, your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, getting more comfortable on his lap.
Your hips gently start to grind against him. You deepen the kiss as you did. You felt your pussy throbbing hard that it almost hurt.
Both of you pull back from the kiss for air, chests heaving and foreheads together.
“Fuck, just like that sweetheart, you’re doing so- god-.” Duff groans, hips bucking up to meet yours which makes a moan leave you without even thinking.
You kept the same paste, your panties soaked now, and the bulge getting harder and harder against you.
Duff’s lips went back to your collar bone again, pressing open mouthed, warm kisses over it. “God, you taste so sweet, Divine. And grinding against me like a good girl, that’s it.”
You picked up the paste a little more, another moan leaving you and a groan from Duff. His grip getting tighter on your hips, not hard enough to make bruises but enough to leave faint marks.
His hands cup under your ass, picking you up as he stands, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carried you up the stairs to his room.
When the bedroom door closed, he gently tossed you on the bed to climb on top of you. His lips touching yours, down to your jawline, neck, collarbone, and lower..
Your hips jerked up a little as you tried to stay still and not to squirm too much. Letting out small whimpers as his lips pressed onto the top of the laced panties.
“Did you wear these for me?” Duff asked seductively, his eyes looking up at you. “Y-yeah, yeah I did.” Your voice more breathless than you intended it to be, but he just smirked at you.
You spreaded your legs as he got lower, not even have to be told too, but you just wanted to be the best girl for him, just for him.
His thumb presses up against the damp thin material, pressing up against your throbbing clit until your hips jerked, and it didn’t take that much pressure to make it happen. His smirk widening as he felt how big of an effect he had on you.
His mouth went over your core as he blew hot air onto it, making you moan. Then his finger hooked onto the side on your panties, slowly and teasingly until it ended up on the bed.
Duff’s lean body towers over you again to press his lips against yours. You opened your mouth again so your tongues touched again.
His fingers went down to yours slit, already feeling how wet you were, not even wet, dripping. The slight touch making you gasp into the kiss.
He entered one finger in slowly so you could get used to it. You kept your hips still even though they were begging to jerk up.
Duff pulled back from the kiss to look at you, your face the faint pink and flushed. “You okay?” “Yeah, just-just keep going.”
He did so, his finger going in you as far is it could and curls just right, making a gasp rise from you and your head tilt back at the pleasure. His finger gently pumps in and out of you, the sounds of your slickness loud and absurd, filling up his room. “You’re so wet just for me. So good, you’re being so fucking good, Divine.”
Duff’s words sweet but absolutely fucking filthy. Your head lays down on the pillow behind your head as his head tilts down to kiss over the swell of your breasts, putting in another finger of his in slowly between your folds. Curling just right when your hips twitch against his hand.
A moan leaves your throat as you tried to keep still and legs open, trying not to close your thighs around his hand as he curls and pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly but carefully. “Yeah.. there you go, just relax.”
The wet sounds of your slickness and his fingers filed the room louder this time, along with your soft moans and whimpers.
He picks up the speed, the sensation already fucking heaven,
Duff puts his thumb over your clit, rubbing tight but small circles on it, apply just the perfect amount of pressure until your back arches and hips buck up against his hand.
“Fuck!- Oh my god..” You moan out, putting a smirk on his face and his kisses travel down to your stomach. Your hands gripping the pillow behind your head tightly as you felt waves of heat over your body, signalling that you were close.
“You close, baby?” Duff asked as his lips brush over your navel, the paste of his fingers and the circles on your clit never stopping. Instead of slowing down? He went faster.
“Mhm! Y-yeah..” Moans kept spilling out as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, your pussy clenched around Duff’s fingers, making him groan. “Jesus.. you’re so goddamn tight.. You gonna come sweetheart? Gonna come all over my hand? Hm?” Duff asked innocently like he wasn’t fingering the shit out of you.
His teeth digging into the soft skin of your stomach gently, making a small mark on it.
Your head nodded, trying to speak but the moans just spilling out constantly. Your moans got louder and more constant until-
You came, hard. Really hard. Your back arches up until it ached, hips bucking up as Duff rides out your high, starts bursting behind your eyes, as your thighs trembling. He moved his thumb away from your clit but slowed down his pumping fingers. Milking every last drop of your orgasm.
He pulled out his fingers when your thighs started to shake. He pulled out slowly, not wanting to make you more overstimulated.
Duff’s long fingers were wet with your juices, he dragged one finger across your bottom lip. Your tongue licked it, tasting yourself. Your eyes watch Duff as he sucked each finger, his tongue swirling over them to get every last bit before kissing you.
The kiss was wet, passionate, but sweet. His hands went behind your back to unclamp your bra, taking it off your chest and tossing it to the floor. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer, one hand going back to the back of his head, deepening the kiss.
He pulled back from the kiss to go down lower over your body, head between your spread thighs, you put your legs over his shoulder and looked down at him.
Duff pressed soft kisses to your puffy and drenched pussy. You relaxed your head back onto the pillow and let him do whatever he wanted with his tongue.
His tongue licked up in a long, wet drag over your clit, making you moan. “Mmh.. Duff..”
His tongue circled and licked long drags, and flicking, sucking gently on your clit. Sometimes humming so the vibrations would make you moan. You’ve never felt anything like this, that one guy you were with was nothing compared to Duff. Someone who was really experienced, who knew what to do with women, how to make them come from probably just his own voice.
You looked down at him, his face buried deep between your thighs, eyes closed from how focused he was. The sight makes you moan, laying your head back down and close your eyes to just feel him.
Duffs hand reaches up to the hill of your hard nipple, playing with it between his fingers as he pinched it, making your back arch, then kneading it. Repeating the same cycle again.
His chin dripping with your juices from your drenched cunt, hands keeping a tight grip on your hips to keep you still as he kept changing the paste. Long wet drags of his tongue first, then would change to fast flicks.
Your hand goes down to his head, fingers gently curling into his hair, not wanting to tug too hard that it’ll hurt him.
He pulled back for air, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, then your hip, and under your navel, before going back. But this time? He didn’t go slow, he kept his tongue flicking right against your g-spot. Making your thighs tremble and your breath going faster. His eyes locked onto yours.
“Duff- shit I’m close..” Your voice breathless and needy, feeling the wave of heat of another orgasm rising.
He pulled away from your clit, you whine from the lost of the sensation, but he pressed a gentle kiss on your clit before sitting up, wiping away the juices dripping on his chin.
Duff stood up, taking off his shirt and throwing it somewhere that didn’t matter right now. Showing off his v-line that made you lick your lips. You sat up to help take off his pants, hands shaking with anticipation to spring him out.
When the zipper and button were finally undone, Duff shoved his pants and boxers down and kicking them off. His cock? Hard as shit, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He looked in his nightstand drawer beside his bed to find a condom. Grabbing one fast and ripping the wrapper off with his teeth, sliding it on with perfect ease.
Duff crawled on top of you, your legs already wrapping around his waist. He lined up perfectly before pushing his tip in first though your entrance, dragging out a gasp from both of you.
“Jesus- fuck baby, you’re so tight-“ His hands gripping on the sheets until he was all the way in, his hips touching yours. But not moving yet, he wanted both of you to get used to the feeling, how he stretched you out so perfectly and filled you up. His cock longer and ticker than you imagined it after all of these years.
Eventually his hips started to move, rocking in and out of you slowly first. Your hands grip onto his shoulder, nails digging into them, making little marks into the skin.
“There you go, you’re taking me so well.. you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you baby?..” His voice also now breathless.
Moans, groans, whimpers, and the sound of skin gently slapping together fill up the room.
Your back arches up into Duff, his hand goes down to hold your lower back. Leaning his head down to kiss you messily but neither of you care.
“You okay?” Duff asks, his eyes filled with lust, love, and awe. You swallowed a moan down so you could speak. “Yeah- yeah i’m good-“ His cock hit your g-spot perfectly, stars bursted behind your eyes once again. Your legs tightened around him as a moan tearing from your throat. “Fuck- right there, mm- god, don’t stop.”
You whined as your hips bucked up to meet his, the waved coming back hotter.
Duff’s forehead leaned onto your shoulder his dick throbbing as he moved into you. And when your hips bucked up to his, it made him go deeper into you. A groan leaving him, the hand on your lower back moves under your ass to keep you in that same position. He moves his body to adjust, hitting every spot inside you deeper.
He picked up the paste, the sounds of sweaty skin slapping getting louder and so were you. Now hitting every spot inside you harder, deeper, and faster.
“Fuck- Duff, I’m close.. p-please let me come, please.. Shit! right there, god, don’t stop!” Your voice needy and panting, not wanting to get teased again. Your legs squeezed around him, pulling him closer to your chest.
“Close, huh?” He said in a rough voice and slightly panting as well “You wanna come? Come right here, all over my cock? Yeah. I wanna feel you squeeze around me while you come.” The same smirk on his face came back as he picked up the paste.
The wave came back harder but hotter than before, until you came again. Harder than before. Now Duff was chasing his his release.
Your pussy clenched around Duff’s cock, squeezing him until he came hard into the condom after a few more stuttering thrusts into you, groaning your name into your neck as white-hot spews out of his tip into the condom.
He pulled out gently, careful to not make you overstimulated but both of you hiss. Duff disposed of the condom, tying it then throwing it in the trash beside the night stand.
His sweat-licked skin body laid over on top of yours, both of you breathing heavily and panting for air.
Both of your hairs messed up, sweat still stuck to both of your bodies. The sheets all fucked up and the room smells of sweat, sex, and your perfume.
After both of you come down from the high and your breathing back to normal, his pressed a small kiss where your neck and shoulder meet.
“You okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I?” Duff’s voice was soft and gently after he just fucked you stupid. But you shook your head, a tired, lazy smile comes on your face as you looked at him through half hooded eyes as you nodded. “Yeah, you?”
Duff nodded too, his chin rested on your chest to look up at you. “Want me to carry you to the washroom? I’ll help you wash off.” Your smile grew, you nodded with the smile growing on your face. “Yeah, sure.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips before standing and picking you up bridal style to the washroom down the hall.
The shower was perfectly hot, Duffs body towering over yours as he carefully washed your body off with his soap and scrub, getting every spot that you asked, pressing his lips to the top of your head every now and then. And you washed over his body.
After the shower, he gave you a towel to dry yourself off with, grabbing his own and wrapping it around his hips, showing off his perfect v-line.
He grabbed the spare and clean bed sheets to replace the sex and sweat smelling ones with some of your.. liquids mixed together on it.
When you dried yourself off, Duff gave you one of his many over-worn band shirts that was perfectly oversized on your body, Duff put on a pair of sweatpants and cotton shirt before sliding into bed, leaving space for you to lay down with him.
You walked over and laid down beside him, curling into his chest, resting your head on it as his arm wrapped around your back, rubbing soft circles from over your shirt.
Duff pressed a kiss on top of your head, breathing into your hair before mumbling goodnight, pulling the blanket over the both of you, and falling asleep. Not long after you followed along. Pulling the both of you into a deep slumber that you never wanted to wake up from, ever.
The next day, the suns warm colours bleed through the windows in the kitchen, you sat at the kitchen island on a stool, eating scrambled eggs and toast as Duff made himself breakfast.
You were already dressed from the clothes Duff peeled off you last night, ready to go some after you ate.
After talking and eating, you put on your shoes by the door. Duff leaning against the wall as he watched you. “You sore today, Divine?”
The nickname makes your stomach flutter, now? It just sounds different in a way, but definitely better. You shrug before speaking up. “Just a little, nothing I can’t handle though.”
A smile tugged at Duff’s lips, walking up to you as you stood up. His arms wrapping around your waist and he pulled you into a sweet kiss to say goodbye. He pulled back and looked down at you. “You have another concert in mind maybe?”
A laugh leaves you but you nodded. “Yeah, maybe, you paying?” “For you? always.”
He chased your lips for another kiss before letting you out of his grip. “I’ll see you soon.” You nodded and smiled at him. “Bye, Duff.”
“Bye, sweetheart.”
THANK YOU FOR READING THIS LONG FANFIC!!
I hope i did better on this one, i feel like i did honestly! I have 1 more fic to write [steven] before i go onto my series with axl👀
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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 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.
Do one where Axl is chilling at the bar and the reader is a bartender so she serves him the drinks and stuff, while she serves the drinks they have a good conversation,flirting,laughing,etc. After her shift he meets up with her and they make out in the creepy alley way 😭 but they don’t care. (SMUT AND FLUFF)
BTW!! me and her did a few twitches to this fic so it'll be more better! BUT if any of you want i can do this exact fanfic
Jack N' Back [alley]
this fic WILL include: unprotected sex, somewhat dirty talking
-September 1st, 1987.
It was one of those busy yet not so busy dark nights. since you were working alone, at the shitty, floor sticky, stale beer smelling bar on sunset that costumers somehow loved like a second home.
The costumers were some regulars that never gave trouble but tip fine, some drunk-headed-friends that don't talk as much to other people but to each other.
You we're cleaning up the counter at the bar with some used up rag with more pressure out of anger from having an argument earlier with your boyfriend, Roy.
But that rag had to be replaced sometime soon or else it wouldn't clean jackshit.
The bell of the door dings with 5 guys barging in like they owned the place, or even the entire sunset strip at that. They all already reeked of whiskey, probably Jack Daniels because that's what basically everyone drinks.. sometimes you too.
It was your brothers, Duff's band, you recognized him immediatly from his height. You remember his bandmates, Slash who had a pretty coily set of curls and a ciggarete always dangiling from between his lips, Steven who was always a sweetheart towards you, Izzy who was quiet but also still respectful,
and then there's.. Axl.
You weren't a big fan of him, why? Well, one night all of you were hanging out at your house, drinking and listening to music. Axl was in one of his pissy moods where he just hated everyone and everything in his sight.
For unknown reason that still had you questioning was, why and what posessed him to suddenly flip your table over and yell at you for apparently being "too annoying". Even though everyone else was hanging a good time?
But that wasn't the only time he was an ass. He's called you names in front of the band and your boyfriend, without giving any shits, told you to shut up in your own house when you let them crash because their landlord was nagging at them to stop partying so loud and to pay rent. You both just hated each other for no reason, just the first glance at each other back in 85', just pure hatred.
They all sat in the back corner booth, taking up the entire shitty fake vinyl booth, already being louder than everyone else. Duff called out to you to come serve them. "Hey! The waitress with the stained apron thingy on the waist! Come here and serve us!" He says in a obvious joking manner, Slash and Axl laughing.
You took a deep breath in and out before walking over to them with a notepad in one hand and a pencil in the other. "What can i get you guys?"
You said tiredly, not really wanting to deal with a bunch of dummys, but you get off in half an hour so you hope that those 30 minutes pass by quickly. Duff ordered a vodka and the rest got a whiskey coke on rocks.
Axl kept giving you quick glances, you couldn't quite see if it was a hatred glance or not, either way it doesn't matter
You come back with a tray in your hand and each of their drinks, setting the glasses down in front of them. "Here, anything else?" You ask them, all saying no. But you look at Axl with a teasing, shit eating grin. "You gonna flip the table over again and flip out because your drink was too cold?"
They all laugh, not laughing-so-hard-my-stomach-hurts, just normal, the rest go back to talking with each other.
Axl just looks at you with a deadpan look, but his eyes have something in them? Like a glint of fire, mystery.. something you couldn't quite put your finger on.
"Do you want me too or something?" Axl says and raises his eyebrow, waiting for your response. "No, and don't." All of the joking manner has left your voice, matching his. He shrugs his shoulders and responds. "Okay, go away then."
"Go away?" You thought, the fuck did he mean go away when you work there serving for him and his friends? You let out an annoyed huff. "Whatever, Rose, fuck you." You rolled your eyes and walked away with the tray.
His eyes watched you walk away, putting the glass close to his lips, smirking and mermuring to himself. "Ohh you wish fuckin', sweetheart." And takes a sip. The Jack Daniels whiskey burning just right as it went down into his throat.
The regulars and drunk-headed-friends left as you said they had to leave since you had to clean. Not asking why the band was staying and they weren't allowed too, but they knew that the tall blond headed guy was your brother, so they didn't care.
You allowed the 5 stay because they don't do anything besides sit and be loud. But most of them left to go find a party that they could destroy and fuck groupies or whoever woman they picked.
Expect Axl, he was sitting there with a ciggarete between his lips and being quiet as he glanced every down and then at you.
You were cleaning the floor, tables, and bar. The jukebox being the only sound that filled the silence that wasn't awkward, but instead peaceful and accepting each other.
You went to turn the "Open" sign and turned it over so it says "Closed" Then walking to the back of the bar where your locker was and put your half-apron in and the rest in, taking the tips you got into your wallet.
When you came back, Axl was gone, whatever, maybe he left from the other exit that lead to the back alley. You shut off all of the lights and left through the back to the alley.
You pushed the door open, the warmish night of LA wind hitting you. The one lonely lamp post showing off a orange hue flickering light when you saw at the corner of your eye.. Axl, leaning against the brick wall with a fresh new ciggarete in his hand, the tip burning and showing more color when he took a puff.
Why the hell was here just here? You thought to yourself, but spoke up anyway despite how badly you wanna go home to the comfy bed of yours. "You waiting for someone?" Axl looks up at you when he hears your voice, shaking his head and letting out the smoke from his mouth.
"Nah, want one?" He grabs his pack for Marlboros; Red. You think for a second and let our a huff, after the long night? Why not relax for once.
One shoulder shrugs up, walking over to him, leaning against the wall next to him, leaving a good amount of distance between you two.
Gladly taking a ciggarete from the pack as Axl lights it up when its set perfectly between your lips that his eyes linger on a second too long.
You take a long drag, hold it in, and blow out.
"Why'd you stay out here and not go with the rest?" You ask, looking at him. He just shrugs and takes another puff. "Not in the mood for partying and getting another painful hangover."
Honestly? Reasonable enough, but little do you know just how hard he was from just looking at you. "How's you and your boyfriend? Uh, what's his name?" Axl asks, since when did he ever care? But whatever, at least he's not being an asshole.
"Roy," You corrected him and take another puff. "And we're fine.. I guess, just taking a break right now."
"A break?" Axl raises an eyebrow, Roy has always seemed chill and alright whenever he came over. "Why?"
You sigh loudly, fuck, why wouldn't you guys be taking a break? "He's just been.." You take a deep breath before continuing, just the thought of it is making your blood hot with anger.
"He's just been an ass lately. Like, arguing about every stupid thing, been going out a lot without telling me. And not going out for half an hour or something short, I'm talking about hours on end, 2 hours at least. Longest was 5 hours with no phone call or even telling me before he left."
Your voice filled with annoyance, you take another long hit as the paper touches the filter. Letting the butt drop, Axl just senses you want another. As soon as you see it, you gladly take it without a second thought.
You let him light it again, the new and fresh ciggarete smoke already making you calmer and more chilled out. "Anyways, whatever, I have a feeling he's cheating anyway so I'll ask him about it tomorrow."
Axl just nods and stomps on his filtered butt. "I thought he was chill." "You thought wrong." You both let out a huff of laughter, looking at each other. Axl's eyes still having that fire but mysterious look.
His strawberry blond hair that always looked so soft, wanting to just run your fingers through the silky strands, resting over his shoulders.
"You know," Axl starts, his voice softer as he steps a little closer to you. "I can be here for you, like, release stress." The fuck did he mean by that? "What do you mean?" "When was the last time you and Roy had sex that actually made you feel like everything in the world didn't matter?"
He asked like he was talking about the weather on a regular Tuesday. You raised an eyebrow and gave him a what-the-fuck face. "Why the hell does that matter the last time I had sex?"
"Because of this, you don't think I haven't noticed? You've been uptight since we walked in, you think I'm that stupid that you think I wouldn't have noticed or gave a shit or something?"
His tone wasn't rude or anything, it was more of a "its obvious" tone. But he's also right, Roy barely gave you attention in bed, and if he did? Roy would come first, not you, because he always forgot or just didn't have the energy to go on after.
You let out a sigh of defeat, taking on another drag. "We usually don't really have sex, he sucks honestly." That comment pulled a smile on Axl's face and making him laugh. "Yeah? He sucks?" You nod, also laughing.
After both of you collect yourself, Axl speaks up again. "But seriously, I can make you relax or something." Your eyebrows scrunch together to think, if Roy could go out for hours almost every night and most definetely probably cheating on you, getting treated good. Why can't you get treated good once for one night?
"You gonna tell Duff?" Axl gives you a look on his face like it was the most stupidest thing ever that came out of your mouth. "There's a lot of things I haven't told Duff, and this is one of them."
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Your back gently hit he brick wall as Axl stepped in front of you, the distance getting smaller and smaller fast. Your heart races out of exitement but also a little nervous since you've always been loyal to Roy.
Both of your lips finally touch, gentle at first as one hand touches your lower back to pull you in closer as the other goes behind your head, his fingers tangling in with your hair.
The kiss gets heated fast. More harder, tongues lapping over each other and more open.
Axl takes off his leather skeleton jacket and drops it on the floor. He presses you more up against the wall to trap you, putting his leg between yours as you felt his bulge through his jeans. Your hips push forward like it had a mind of it's own.
He smirks into the kiss, already knowing that Roy does jackshit with you in bed, but he already knows what you want and need.
Your hand tangles in with his fire hair, tilting his head perfectly to deepen the kiss, making you moan into it from how good this already was. Your lower stomach making warm pool and your pussy throb gently which makes you moan again.
His hand on your lower back moved to your waist, up under your shirt to touch the smoothness of your perfectly curved body, pushing your shirt up over your head.
You lift your arms up to help it get off easier, after yours was off you help take off his.
It falls on the ground as Axl dives back in like he was starved.
He tilts your head back with his hand on the back of your head, revealing your exposed neck. Leaning down to brush his lips against your pulse and spoke softly yet rough. "Fuck, you have no goddamn idea how badly I needed you."
Axl presses up more against you so you could feel how hard he was through his jeans.
Kissing, nipping, and gently flicking his tongue out all over your neck, making your breath hitch. "A-axl, what if people hear.." Your voice coming out more breathless than you intended. But he just laughs and presses a kiss to the corner of your jawline. "Good, then people will hear how good you're getting treated."
Axl's hands drift down to unbutton your jean shorts and pulling the zipper down. You hold shove them down and push then away when it drops to your ankles.
His leg spreads your legs a little more. His hand dipping down under, past the thin material of the panties that were now damp. "Dripping already? You're fucking soaked from basically nothing."
The feeling of his fingers right under your folds, not quite in, yet. "Shut up.." a small whimper leaving you. But his shit eating grin says that he won't.
His 2 fingers sliding into you, slowly but not stopping for you to get used to it, making your knees almost buckle together as you force yourself to stay standing as a gasp leaves out of your mouth. Axl finally stops when both fingers are all the way in and starts pumping them in and out of you at the perfect paste.
"God, you're so tight.. perfect, just perfect, baby."
You let out a small moan but letting the noises fall free because you haven't felt this good in god knows how long. "Yeah that's it, just let it out." Axls voice was soft but still had that rasp to it from speaking in a low tone.
His fingers circle over your clit in small but tight circles, making your hips jerk again but into his hand. "Right there, god yes.." You moan out, the wet noises were absured from how loud they were in the small, dark, grimey alley. Axl went faster already, making a louder moan leave you.
"You wanna come, hm? Right on my fingers?" He asked in a teasing voice as he felt your thighs ever so slightly trembling around his hand. But you did, so badly. Your head nodded despreatly, not able to speak from all the whimpers and moans leaving you.
Axls voice went softer but more teasing "C'mon, you know how to use your words." he said as his fingers moved slower, making you snap out of it and finding your voice.
"No! Axl- don't slow down. I'll come o-on your fingers.." You said needily, you could feel the orgasm build up in you.. until he pulled his fingers out, making you whine from the lost of the pleasure.
Axl put the fingers to his mouth, putting them into his mouth and licking them both dry, keeping his eyes on you.
After getting every last drop off he pulled his fingers out of his mouth to loosen his belt. You pulled down your now white drenched panties off of you, leaving them on top of the forgotten shorts of yours.
He shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to spring himself free. His cock was hot, heavy, and already leaking precum from the tip.
Axl hooked his hands under your thighs to lift you up, positioning his cock right at your entrance and pushes in all the way in until both of your hips are touching.
Your legs wrap around his waist tightly, the head of his dick kissed at your g-spot already, making a choked moan leave you, resting the back of your head against the wall behind you.
Back arched as his cock stretched your pussy out perfectly as stars bursted behind your eyes from how deep his dick went inside of you, you swear that you left him in your stomach.
Axl lets out a groan as he finally feels your tight walls around him.
His hips start moving, you couldn't even speak from how good he filled you up and the head of his cock kissing your g-spot each time he thrusted into you.
"Mmh, don't stop.. shit please don't stop.." Your voice needy and desperate, thighs tightening around his waist even more, your hands flying to his shoulders so you have something to grip on.
Axl's nails dig into the bottom of your thighs as his fingers curl.
"You're so tight.. fuck- you're so perfect, y/n." His voice not so raspy but instead more soft.
Axl kept the paste, the slickness getting everywhere, all over Axl's cock, dripping to your inner thighs and trailing down.
His lips pressed against yours, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, your fingers curl into his shoulders, nails leaving a mark as they do.
He picked up the paste, now going deeper and faster. A gasp rose from you, followed by a louder moan. "Shit! Axl, I-I'm so close." You panted out. Both of you getting sweat on your forehead from heat, pleasure, and friction.
Your walls flutter around Axl's cock so he knows how close you really are.
"Yeah? Then come, come right on my cock all over, sweetheart. I wanna feel every drop and pulse." Axl panted back against you.
And you came, hard. Back arched until it ached, fingers tighten over his shoulder, a moan tearing from your throat. Your walls pulsing and squeezing around him. Making his dick twitch inside you before coming inside of you, painting the inside of you white with his come as he groaned against your neck, some of it leaking out of you from how much he came.
Both of you just stay still for a few minutes, catching your breath before doing anything else.
Axl help put back on your clothes, a little dust on your shirt but he helped dusting it off of you with his hand.
Pressing a kiss to your face, the tip and bridge of your nose, forehead, cheek, and your swollen lips from kissing.
"You did really well, good girl." He says before pressing a kiss to your hairline. "And uh.. if you want, come by my house if you ever want another around." Your heart swelled from his sweet tone, smiling and nodding, you replied back.
"Was already thinking of another time." Axl smiled back and nodded, lighting another ciggarete as he watched you walk off, a little wobbly as you did.
Axl chuckled and called out. "You having some trouble walking straight!"
You flipped him off and turned the corner, disapearing from his sight so you can finally go home and sleep.. maybe showering before you do.
THANK YOU FOR READING THE FANFIC!!
I accidentally posted this fic wayy too early so if you saw it, no you didn’t…
and this was longer than my other 2 so i hope it was more juicy like it said it would’ve been🥹
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Izzy: Pherrrgh! Oh god, I'll have to think about it. Sad, eh?! I was going to say sex right off the bat, but I dont know. Lately, both have been pretty even keel. That's a tough one. Music or sex? I'd say sex, if i gotta choose!
Since you’ve asked for some suggestions of an Izzy fic 🤗
You should totally do one where the reader and Izzy are on vacation in the Bahamas or sum( a beach place ) Izzy kinda gets turned on by the readers bikini so they put like towels over them to have sex. ( nobody was there ). Thanks queen love ya!
ohh girl i fuckin LOVE this suggestion 🤭 please suggest more because i know you got some good ones❤️
SunKissed Skin
This fic will contain: Smut, somewhat public sex, fingering, some dirty talk
~•August 4th, 1990•
The Bahamas sun was glowing bright in the day, no clouds in its way. The soft sand burns the bottom of your feet just right as you step on it, the temperature just perfect with a gentle breeze that hits every now and then when you get too hot.
It was 4PM, the hottest time right now, the UV a good 7 as little beats of sweat appear off both of you but the breeze helping out somewhat.
Izzy rented a summer vacation house for 3 weeks on a little island because he’s been gone for tour so he wanted to make it up to you and spend as much time alone time with you. Almost a year without him. His touch, kisses, sweet words that makes the corner of your lips smile.
You two were outside soaking in the sun, splashing water on each other, making one laugh, eating snacks on the sand, and enjoying time with each other after for what felt like a decade in your mind.
You decided to take time off the water and decided to tan for a little bit because who wants to be a pale vampire in summer? You grab your tanning oil, spraying some on your arms and rubbing it in.
“You need some help spreading it on?” Izzy asks as he walks up behind you with his circle sun glasses covering his eyes to hide the sun..
but also to hide that he was checking you out hard in the white bikini that cups your boobs up just right, sitting perfectly, showing off all of your curves and perfect body. It was hard for him not to stare at the perfect woman that was all his right in front of him. The sight making his dick already half hard.
A beer bottle in his hand from going inside to grab a cold one. “I’m just gonna tan my front first.” You reply to him, looking beside you to smile at the sight of him.
He raised an eyebrow like it was absurd. “So? I can do your legs or something.. maybe your chest.” Izzy mumbled the last part low.
You let out a little laugh, the corner of your lips tilting up. “Alright, fine, you can do my legs up to my waist.” His eyes softened but his smirk said something else. He grabbed the oil, sprayed a few spots on your left leg first, then rubbed it in with his soft hands.
He took his time of course, the smooth skin of your legs and oil was basically touching heaven for him. Traveling from your calf to your thigh, eyes focused on the oils shine from the sun on your skin, his fingertips and eyes lingered for a little as he reached the softness of your thigh. You raised an eyebrow but let out a soft chuckle.
“You okay, Izzy?” His gaze looks back up at you. “What? Can’t I appreciate the sight of you, sweetheart?” He leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “No, you can’t.” You say in a joking manner, Izzy’s lips quirked up and kissed your lips but pulled back to apply the rest on.
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As he was rubbing more on your other leg, his gaze still lingered, but not just on your legs. All over, the curves of your waist, collar bone that he wanted to mark, your neck that he wanted to kiss so bad. His glasses went low on his nose but his hair covered the corner of his eyes so you couldn’t see, but you could feel his eyes.
A little pool heated in your lower stomach, but you didn’t say anything about it. Just allowing him to touch you even though you wanted to kiss the air out of his lungs.
His hands got to your waist, lingering for a little. Izzy lifted his head and kissed you deep. One hand held his cheek and you tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Both tongues going into each other’s mouth, colliding and lapping over each other.
The pool in your stomach got hotter but you didn’t show it, swallowing a noise back down in your throat. He pulled back for air, his glasses still low on his nose so you could see his eyes. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” Izzy’s voice low yet had a hint of something that you couldn’t detect what it was.
“You’ve never lied to me so yeah, i know.” Pressing your lips back against his for a peck. Izzy sat beside you on his towel and laid down as you were applying the rest on your chest. Then laying down so the sun can kiss you until a perfect golden skin instead of pale.
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Izzy talked about some stuff that happened on the road on tour, what happened back stage, Axl’s stupid crash outs and roadies and the band. But his eyes kept going back to you, your perfect body, his dick getting more and more hard as he looked at your perfect profile.
You didn’t notice though since your eyes were closed to block the sun and just nodding along, sometimes laughing at the stories.
You turned your head to look at him, taking off his glasses to set them off to the side, your fingers brushing away Izzy’s hair away from his eyes. “I missed your eyes.” Voice soft and lips curled up in that smile Izzy always loved.
“Yeah? My eyes?” He asked, no one has ever said that, not anybody since he’s been growing his hair out. “Mhm..” Your fingertips lingering on the side of his face. Izzy leaned in to kiss you again, still soft but both of your tongues meet again.
Izzy moved closer to you, his forearm elevating him so he towers over you. His free hand going to the back of your head, fingers through your soft hair since it didn’t touch the water. Tilting it upwards so his lips can reach everywhere on your neck.
A gasp rose from your lips, but letting him do whatever he wanted, he climbs on top of you, blocking the sun from your body. His hand travels down your body, exploring, memorizing it once again.
Caressing your breast over the bikini top where his thumb rubbed little circles over your nipple that was showing though the top, the curve of your waist, stomach, your thigh that he raised so he can get better access of whatever he wanted.
His fingers dipped under the bottoms of the 2nd piece, making you moan into the kiss. Izzy’s fingertips reaching the wetness, warmth, and head of your wet pussy, all for him to devour.
“Got this wet for me? Just from me touching you, hm?” His lips brushing against your neck before pressed one more kiss to the pulse of your neck and going back to kiss you deeper and harder. You felt him circling tight little circles at the tip of your clit.
Moaning once again as his tongue going down your throat at the feel of the perfect sensation. Hips bucking up into his hand, Izzy’s lips smirked. “Needy?” He says between the wet kisses.
You nodded your head, the circles never stopping. He pulls back for air and looks at you. “Use your words, c’mon you know how to use them properly.” You swallows back a whimper so you could let the words come out first. “Y-yeah.” “Yeah what?” “I’m needy..” You say a little breathless as his fingers move a little faster, applying more pressure.
Your back arches slightly, then he shoved those 2 fingers in, knuckle deep, a choked gasp came out. Then he curls them just right that a precious moan tears out. “Yeah, there you go, just take it like you always do so well on.”
His lips go back to your neck and he pumps them in and out, the slickness making wet, filthy noises each time he pumps them in and out. “F-fuck, oh my god Izzy.” You moan out, hips bucking up again like they had a mind of their own.
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Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he added his thumb to rub circles over your clit, moans and whimpers leaving your lips and Izzy was marking your neck up in red and purple marks, licking over the small bites to sooth them so it wouldn’t hurt.
You were practically dripping all over, some getting on your inner thighs, slickness dripping down his hand, everywhere. He reluctantly pulled them out since he decided you were ready. Pulling out a whine from your lips.
He looks up at you, bringing his hand to his lips and he sucks both of his fingers dry, getting every drop of your slickness off of him.
“God, you still taste so fucking sweet.” A filthy smirk comes from him, he grabs a towel before saying. “Take off the bottoms.” Your hands trembled from the pleasure he gave you but you did so anyway.
Your thumbs hooking through the waistband and pulling them down your legs, setting them to the side. You looked up at him with eyes filled with need. Your legs spread for him, knowing what was going to go down.
Izzy moves down so his head fits perfectly between your thighs. He adjusted the towel that covers him and your spreaded legs since the sparkling ocean was in front of them and some people on a boat could see them.
You sat propped up on your forearms. His hands rested on the top of your thighs and he moved in closer to the heat. Kissing your clit gently a few times before wrapping his tongue around it.
“Shit- mmh..” Your legs almost tightened around his head but you forced them to stay wide open for him.
Izzy was hitting every spot perfectly, long, slow drags, kisses, gently sucking, lapping circles around the nub.
Sometimes coming up for air to say “You taste so good.” “Don’t stay silent, i want everybody to hear how good I’m treating you, how big of a fucking slut you are for me.”
Your hand went under the towel to hold onto his hair gently, not tugging, just there as he picked up the paste, making you already close and trying to keep your hips still just for him.
“Izzy- please i’m close..” A choked moan leaves your lips, his tongue slows down and pulls back for air, your juices dripping down his chin and all over his mouth. “No, I wanna make this last.” And he goes back to eating you like he was starving.
Your thighs trembled as he kept going slow, head leaning back to moan, his hands tighten a little on your thighs.
Izzy moved one hand off your thigh, the same 2 fingers returning to go back inside you, curling so right and the sensation of his tongue on your clit. Starts bursted behind your eyes, you laid down but the hand on his head tightened into his hair.
“Fuck!” You gasped, eyes rolling back. “P-please Izzy, please let me come.” As your thighs trembled even more, back still arched up as you kept moaning.
Though you couldn’t see him from the towel covering his face, you knew he was smiling. But thankfully he moved faster, both tongue and fingers.
Izzy’s hips grinded his hard rock cock that was covered from the swimming trousers, against the sand under him to get some tricking going for him. The little hums and groans vibrated against your clit, making you more close and the pleasure better.
Your breathing turned into soft pants and gasps. Legs now somewhat tightening around his head, hips bucking up to his face to make him go deeper. Your hand tightens on his hair more, making his head go deeper into your wet pussy.
You felt your orgasm rising, now on a thin glass as your hips moved more as moans kept coming out, and thighs shaking. “Oh my god! Fuck i’m gonna come!” That motivated Izzy to go faster until he pushed you off the edge, and then-
You came, hard. Legs tighten around his head, a choked moan leaving your throat, your back arching so hard that it ached. Izzy didn’t stop but instead moved slower, pussy clenching around his fingers hard, even though kept moving slowly to milk every last drop of come out of you.
He moved his mouth to your inner thighs, pressing opened mouthed kissed and getting the little drops of slickness off of them.
He pulled back when you were begging for him to stop from being overstimulated, shaking, and whimpering. Moving the towel off of his face to reveal his face that had your juices all over him.
His hand wiped his dripping chin before sucking off his fingers dry while staring right at you again.
He helped you put on the bottoms again, but was he done with you? God no, Izzy stood up, reaching his hand out to you so you could get up.
His hands went down to your waist to pull you closer so he could murmur against your ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you so goddamn hard tonight, I promise i won’t let you walk, sweetheart.” The thought of it already making you wet all over again as he dragged you inside the house to bring you upstairs to make you feel more than just stars behind your eyes.
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too bad i’m on my period to goon the shit out of this
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IZZY: For a while there, we had the band and four other women living in a 12-by-12 loft behind the Sunset Grill.
AXL: Nine people living in this one room with a bathroom destroyed by people throwing up! l used to shit in a box and throw it in the trash because the bathroom was so disgusting.
IZZY: So to compensate for space, we built this loft out of stolen stuff.
AXL: People would show up at all hours, and wed talk everybody into climbing into the loft, and someone would hit the light and go, "Alright! Everybody in the loft! Let's get naked or leave!" This one girl fucked almost the whole band, friends of the band, the band next door and two days later she goes, "Axl, I'm having your child."
1986.06.27 - L.A. Weekly - L.A. Rocks: The Big Bang Theory (Axl, Slash, Izzy, Duff)
