#braxl

the party at the Hollywood mansion was a chaotic blur of neon lights, pounding music and the sharp tang of whiskey in the air. Axl had been the center of attention all night—his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, a bottle of Jack in hand and that devil-may-care smirk plastered on his face. you, his girlfriend, had come with him, dressed to kill in a tight black dress and boots but as the night dragged on, you felt more like a shadow than his partner. he’d been downing shots, laughing too loud and flirting shamelessly with every girl who batted an eyelash at him

“Damn, babe, you got legs for days” he slurred to some blonde in a miniskirt, his hand grazing her arm as he leaned in close, completely ignoring you standing just a few feet away. your blood boiled. you’d seen him like this before, the 90s Axl with reckless charm, always chasing the next high—whether it was booze, drugs, or women. but tonight, it hit different. you weren’t just another fling; you were his girlfriend and he was making a fucking fool of you in front of everyone

without a word, you turned on your heel, shoving through the crowd and out the door. the cool night air hit your face as you tried to catch a taxi back to your shared apartment, fury burning in your chest with every step. hour later, the door slammed open and Axl stumbled in, still half-drunk, his braids messy and his shirt half-unbuttoned

“Hey, babe, the fuck you leave for? Party was just gettin’ good” he mumbled, kicking off his boots with a clumsy thudyou were sitting on the couch, arms crossed, your glare sharp enough to cut glass

“Are you fucking kidding me, Axl? You spent the whole night drooling over other chicks right in front of me. I’m not some groupie you can toss aside when you’re bored”

he blinked, swaying slightly, trying to process your words through the haze “C’mon, don’t be like that. It’s just talk, y’know? Doesn’t mean shit”

“Doesn’t mean shit?” you snapped, standing up and stepping close, your voice low and dangerous “You humiliated me! And now you’re gonna pay for it”

before he could argue, you grabbed a fistful of his braids, yanking his head back hard. he grunted, a mix of surprise and pain flashing across his face as you dragged him toward the bedroom “What the fuck, babe—!”

“Shut the fuck up” you cut him off, shoving him onto the bed. he landed on his back, staring up at you with wide eyes as you climbed on top, straddling his hips “You wanna act like a dog, Axl? Fine. But I’m in charge now. You don’t get to touch, you don’t get to talk, unless I say so. Got it?” he nodded drunkily, a smirk tugging at his lips despite himself, clearly intrigued by this side of you

“Alright, darlin’. Do your worst”

“Oh, I will” you hissed, leaning down to bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him wince. your hands worked fast, yanking his shirt open and shoving his jeans down just enough to free him. he was already half-hard, and you gripped him roughly, stroking slow but firm, watching his jaw tighten

“Fuck, that’s—shit” he groaned, hips twitching under you but you stopped just as quickly, letting go and leaving him throbbing. his eyes shot open, frustration clear “C’mon, don’t tease me like that”

“You don’t get to beg” you snapped, grabbing his braids again and pulling until his head tilted back, exposing his throat. you leaned in, sucking and biting at the skin, leaving angry red marks as he hissed through his teeth “Every time you looked at another girl tonight, you fucked with me. So now I’m gonna fuck with you”

you slid off him just long enough to strip out of your dress, leaving you in nothing but lace underwear and climbed back on, grinding against him but not letting him inside. his hands reached for your hips but you slapped them away “No. Touching. Keep ‘em on the bed or I’ll stop”

“Fuckin’ hell, babe, you’re killin’ me” he growled, hands gripping the sheets instead as you rocked against him, the friction driving him crazy but not enough to push him over

his cock twitched under you, leaking already and you smirked, slowing down even more “You wanna come, Axl? Then tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re not gonna pull that shit again.” Your voice was low, menacing, as you tugged his braids harder, making him gasp

“Shit, I’m yours, okay? I swear, I won’t—fuck, I won’t even look at ‘em. Just let me—please” he panted, his usual cocky tone replaced with raw desperation

“Not good enough” you said, sliding a hand down to stroke him again, fast and tight, building him up only to stop right as his hips started bucking. he let out a frustrated groan, head slamming back against the pillow

“Say it like you mean it. Swear on everything you’ve got”

“I swear, babe! I fuckin’ swear. No one else. Just you. I’m fuckin’ sorry, alright? Please, I’m losin’ my damn mind here” he begged, voice cracking, his green eyes wild with need. you stared down at him, letting the words sink in, then finally nodded

“Good boy” without warning, you shifted, sinking down onto him hard, taking him all in one rough move. he choked out a moan, hips jerking up but you pinned him down with your weight, riding him at a brutal pace. your hands stayed in his braids, pulling every time he got too close, keeping him on the edge as long as you wanted

“Fuck, fuck, babe, I can’t—gonna—” he stammered, face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead as you kept control, slowing just enough to torture him more

“You come when I say you can” you ordered, clenching around him deliberately, watching him grit his teeth, fighting to hold back. your own pleasure was building fast, the power over him pushing you closer and finally, you leaned down, biting his neck again “Okay now. Come for me now” he broke at your words, a loud, ragged groan ripping from him as he spilled inside you, his body shaking under yours

you came too, the wave hitting hard, making you gasp as you rode it out, collapsing onto his chest. for a long minute, neither of you moved, just panting, sticky with sweat, the room heavy with the aftermath. slowly, you rolled off him, lying on your side and he turned to face you, pulling you close despite how fucked out he looked. his arm draped over you, his braids brushing your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck

“Shit, babe... I didn’t know you had that in you” he muttered, voice soft now, almost reverent “You pushed me to it” you replied, still catching your breath, but there was no real venom left

“I’m not playin’ games, Axl. You hurt me tonight” he went quiet, fingers tracing over your back and you could feel the shift in him—something heavier than just post-sex haze “I know” he said finally, so low you almost missed it

“I fucked up. I... I love you, alright? Didn’t realize how much ‘til I saw you walk out that door. Felt like shit” you turned your head to look at him, surprised. Axl wasn’t the type to throw around “love” or admit fault easily. his eyes were serious, though, no trace of the drunk flirt from earlier “You mean that?”

“Yeah” he nodded, swallowing hard “I ain’t good at this sorry shit, y’know that. But I’m gonna make it up to you. I’m not losin’ you over some dumbass party. Tomorrow, I’m takin’ you out—someplace nice, just us. And I’m keepin’ my damn eyes to myself from now on”

you studied him, seeing the guilt etched into his face, and nodded slowly, letting yourself soften against him “Okay. But you pull that again, I’m leavin’ for good”

“Deal” he said, pulling you tighter, lips brushing your forehead in a rare gentle moment “You’re stuck with me, baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere”