#cherrypopidol

the morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of your little house up in the hills, the kind of place Izzy liked best — quiet, away from the noise, with enough space for his guitars to lean against the walls

it was april 8th and you’d only found out it was his birthday two weeks ago, when an old ID from the 80s had slipped out of one of his beat-up notebooks while you were cleaning old stuff from the attic

he hadn’t mentioned it

not once

Izzy Stradlin didn’t do birthdays

he’d told you once “Just another day, darlin’. Ain’t worth makin’ a fuss over it” but you’d seen the way his eyes softened when he talked about the little things that mattered to him — the way he always remembered how you took your coffee/tea or how you liked the window cracked open at night. he paid attention. always. and today, you were going to pay it back

in the morning you slipped out of bed carefully, his arm sliding off your waist with a sleepy murmur. he looked peaceful like this — hair messy against the pillow, his eyes relaxed, no trace of the old chaos that used to live there

in the kitchen, you moved quietly, pulling out the ingredients you’d hidden in the back of the pantry. you weren’t a professional baker but you’d practiced this cake twice in secret. vanilla with a hint of bourbon extract. you hummed softly under your breath as you mixed the batter, the smell of sugar and vanilla filling the air

by the time the cake was in the oven, you’d already set the table with two mismatched plates you knew he liked — the ones with the tiny flowers on the rim. fresh coffee/tea made. a small stack of his favorite records waiting by the player. nothing over the top. just… thoughtful

Izzy padded in sometime after ten, barefoot in an old faded t-shirt and sweatpants, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he stopped in the doorway when he saw the cake cooling on the counter, candles already placed

“…What’s all this?” his voice was still rough with sleep but there was a flicker of surprise and almost boyish in his expression. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely, watching you

you smiled, wiping your hands on a dish towel “Happy birthday, Iz”

he blinked, then let out a soft huff of a laugh, shaking his head “You weren’t supposed to know about that”

“Too bad. I’m very good at snooping through your old stuff” you stepped closer, sliding your arms around his waist. he was warm and after a second his hands settled on your back — really gentle

“I wanted to do something nice. You always notice the little things for me. Let me do this for you” you added

Izzy looked down at you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face. he wasn’t great with big emotions out loud but you could see it — the way his shoulders relaxed, the faint pink that touched his cheeks. shy. sweet

“Alright” he murmured finally, voice low “But only cause you put so much effort in all of this” he smiled softly as his eyes followed to the cake

the rest of the day unfolded slow and easy, the way he liked things to be. you ate breakfast together on the back porch — scrambled eggs, toast and then that cake (which turned out pretty damn good, even if the frosting was a little lopsided). he blew out the candles after you sang to him happy birthday (he found it kinda funny and you smacked his arm to be quiet cause he was making you laugh while you sang) and when you asked him to make a wish, he just smirked and said

“Already got everything I need sittin’ right here” and you blushed and said that it's too cheesy and he just blew out the candles and kissed you deeply

after that, Izzy disappeared into the living room for a moment and came back with one of his old acoustic guitars that he’d had since the early days, the one with the worn pickguard and the tiny scratch near the bridge from some long-forgotten tour bus incident

he didn’t say much, just settled on the worn leather couch and patted the spot beside him. you curled up against his side, head on his shoulder, as his long fingers started picking out soft, lazy chords. every so often he’d pause to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear or press a slow kiss to your temple, murmuring:

“This one always made me think of you” when a particularly sweet progression floated through the room

when his fingers needed a break, you pulled him outside for a walk along the overgrown trail behind the house. the path was perfect: narrow, shaded by old oaks, with wildflowers pushing up through the dirt. he walked with his arm slung loosely around your waist, thumb rubbing absent circles on your skin through your thin sweater

he noticed everything: the way the light dappled across your face, the tiny lizard that darted across the path (he stopped to watch it with quiet fascination), the fact that you’d worn the silver necklace he’d given you months ago for no reason other than “it reminded me of your eyes”

he pointed it out softly “Still wearin’ that, huh?” and the shy pride in his tone made your heart flutter

“Yes, cause it's really pretty and it reminds me of you”

back home, the afternoon melted into golden laziness

you made iced tea (his with a splash of lemon, exactly how he liked it now that he avoided anything too sweet) and sprawled out on the big quilt you’d thrown over the grass in the backyard. Izzy lay on his back, one arm behind his head, the other hand resting possessively on your thigh as you read aloud from the paperback you’d found on his shelf. every few pages he’d interrupt with a quiet comment or a lazy smile, his fingers tracing patterns on your leg or hip

as the light began to soften into that hazy late-afternoon glow, you moved back inside. Izzy helped you in the kitchen — not because he was particularly skilled but because he liked being close. he chopped vegetables with careful, deliberate movements while you stirred the sauce for a simple marinara, his free hand occasionally brushing your lower back or stealing a quick, soft kiss against your neck when you least expected it

“You’re too good to me” he’d mutter once, almost to himself, voice sincere. dinner was eaten at the small wooden table by the window, candles flickering even though it wasn’t quite dark yet. he kept refilling your water glass without being asked, remembered you liked extra basil and when you laughed at one of his dry jokes his eyes crinkled in that rare, genuine way that made him look years younger

by the time evening rolled around, the house had gone gold at the windows, all that late-day light turning everything softer. he was standing at the sink rinsing out a couple of plates when you came up behind him and slid your arms around his waist. you were now wearing a robe that covered your body

he leaned back into you instantly, like his body had already learned home from you

“There’s still one present left” you said against his shoulder

he chuckled quietly “Yeah? Thought the cake was the whole deal”

“That was just the warm-up”

his head turned a little, curiosity waking slow in his eyes “You better not have bought me somethin expensive”

you laughed under your breath “Don’t worry, I didn’t buy anything”

that made him look at you properly, a faint flush rising in his face before he even had a chance to hide it. he set the dish towel down and faced you, hands settling carefully at your waist, looking curiously at your body in the robe up and down

“Then what’d you do?” he asked, though his voice already sounded like he had some idea and didn’t quite know what to do with it

you smiled, a little wicked and a little sweet “Come upstairs with me and find out”

he stared at you for one long second, then his mouth twitched like he was trying not to grin too hard “Yeah, alright” he said, quiet and almost shy about it, like he was walking into something precious

upstairs, the bedroom was dim and warm, bed had his favorite sheets on, the lamp on by the bed and the windows cracked just enough to let in the evening air. you’d already lit a few candles earlier, not because you needed them but because you knew he liked the way candlelight made a room feel cozy

Izzy paused in the doorway, looking around like he was trying to take in the whole setup at once

the look in his eyes changed so fast it nearly made your breath catch. not hungry, not rushed. just stunned in that quiet way he got when something touched him deeper than he knew how to say out loud

“You did all this for me?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it

you walked to him slowly “Of course I did”

his hand came up, brushing your hair back from your face, fingertips careful as glass “You make it hard to know what to say sometimes”

“You don’t have to say anything”

“Yeah” he murmured, his thumb tracing your jaw now “but I want to”

he kissed you then, slow and deep and careful, like he was unwrapping a gift he intended to treasure instead of tear open. then he carefully slipped the robe of your shoulders onto the ground, revealing you wearing his favorite lace bra and panties set

when you pulled back, both of you breathless, his hands wandered to softly tug on your panties, smirk softly playing on his lips

“Happy birthday” you whispered

he smiled, just barely “Yeah,” he said softly “Think this one’s gonna be hard to top next year” he smirked fully and brushed lace on your bra with his thumb

you laughed and he kissed you once more. his mouth moved against yours with that same deliberate patience, tongue sliding warm and slow along yours until your knees felt a little unsteady

you tugged at the hem of his t-shirt and he let you pull it over his head, arms lifting easily, the candlelight catching on the lean lines of his chest. your palms skimmed over his skin and he shivered, a soft, involuntary sound slipping out of him

“Easy” he murmured against your lips but his hands were already working on your bra, fingers cupping your breasts as soon as your bra hit the floor. then he was kissing down your neck, then your chest, open-mouthed and unhurried, sucking lightly at your nipples. when you moaned quietly he smiled against your skin

he walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed, then eased you down like you were something breakable. his hands never stopped moving — tracing your ribs, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they tightened under his touch. he watched your face the whole time, cataloging every flutter of your lashes, every little gasp, like he was memorizing the exact way you came apart for him

you reached for his belt and he helped you, kicking his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. when he was bare he crawled over you, settling between your thighs but not pressing in yet. instead he kissed your skin until his mouth hovered right where you needed him most. he played softly with the hem of your panties; looked up at you once and when you nodded he pulled down them down and dipped his head

the first slow drag of his tongue made your back arch

he took his time, licking broad and flat, then circling your clit with the tip of his tongue in lazy drags that had you threading your fingers through his hair and tugging gently. he hummed in approval at the taste of you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. two long fingers slid inside you, curling just right, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids while his mouth kept working you open

“Oh God... Izzy...” he didn’t speed up even when your hips started rolling against his face; he just held you steady with one hand on your thigh and kept going until you came hard around his fingers, thighs trembling, his name falling from your lips

“I should be the one going down on you” you reminded breathless

but he didn't answer instead just kissed his way back up your body while you caught your breath, lips shiny, cheeks flushed. when he settled over you again his cock was heavy and hot against your entrance but he still didn’t rush. he kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and only when you were whining softly into his mouth did he reach between you and line himself up

“Good?” he asked, voice rough

“God, yes, Iz — please” you begged

he pushed in slow, inch by inch, eyes never leaving your face. the stretch was perfect, full and burning in the best way, and when he bottomed out he stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust while he breathed shakily against your neck

“Fuck… you feel so good” he whispered “Always so fuckin’ perfect for me”

then he started moving — long, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. no frantic pounding, just steady, purposeful thrusts that built heat

you wrapped your legs around his waist and he groaned low. one of his hands found yours, lacing your fingers together and pressing it into the mattress above your head while the other slid under your ass, tilting your hips so he could go even deeper

the room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin, the creak of the old bed and the quiet, filthy praises he kept murmuring against your ear —

“That’s it, baby… just like that… takin’ me so well… love how you squeeze around me…”

— each word spoken soft and hoarse, like he couldn’t stop himself from telling you exactly how you made him feel. sweat slicked your bodies; when you clenched around him especially hard he cursed under his breath and buried his face in your neck, hips stuttering for just a second before he found the rhythm again

you came a second time with his name on your tongue, nails digging into his back and the feel of you pulsing around him finally pushed him over. he thrust deep once, twice more, then stilled, groaning long and low as he spilled inside you, hips pressed tight to yours like he never wanted you to leave

afterward he didn’t pull out right away. he stayed there, softening inside you, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth while you stroked his hair — lazy, sweet presses of lips while his thumb stroked over the back of your hand still tangled with his

eventually he eased out carefully and rolled to the side, pulling you against his chest without a word. his arm wrapped around you, fingers tracing slow, idle patterns along your spine

“Best damn birthday I’ve ever had” he said into the quiet, voice husky and spent “The cake, the walk, the music… and you” a soft, almost disbelieving laugh rumbled under your ear “You’re makin me want to start countin down the days till next April 8th”

you smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss right over his heart “That was the whole point, Iz. Every year. Cake in the morning, lazy days with you and your guitar, walks… and nights like this. Just us”

he chuckled lowly, the sound warm and content “Guess I can live with bein spoiled rotten like this” his hand kept stroking your back, slow and steady, like he never wanted to stop touching you “Thank you, my love. For makin’ an ordinary day feel like… home”

“But it isn't just an ordinary day Iz...” you murmured against his skin “It’s your birthday, it should feel special like this”

“Yeah... right baby” he chuckled softly and gave you a kiss on the temple

the front door of the cramped apartment banged open like a shotgun, followed by a wave of loud, half-drunk laughter and the smell of cheap whiskey, cigarette smoke and some other crap

you were already in the living room, curled up on the worn couch with a rock magazine, when your brother Izzy stumbled in first

“We’re finally home” Izzy announced, kicking the door shut behind the rest of the band “And the living room looks like a goddamn warzone already. Y/N I told you to clean up!”

Slash came in next, tripping over his own boots and catching himself on the wall with a grin “Hey, it wasn’t this bad when we left”

“That’s because we left like four hours ago, dude” Duff laughed, slinging his bass case down and immediately raiding the fridge like he paid rent “Where’s the beer Y/N? We killed everything before we even hit the Strip”

Steven bounced in after him, all wild energy and bleached hair “Yo, Y/N! Your brother dragged us back here ‘cause the van’s busted again. You cool with five smelly rockstars crashing?”

ou ignored them at first but Stevies energy made you look up from your magazine and acknowledge their existence again in here. you raised an eyebrow, trying to sound casual even though the apartment was tiny and already smelled like a dive bar “Five? Izzy didn’t mention he was bringing the whole circus tonight. I thought it was just you idiots dropping him off”

Axl was the last one through the door leather jacket slung over his one shoulder. he gave you a small nod— just the usual acknowledgment since you were Izzy’s little sister and he’d known you since you were all kids running around Indiana. you two weren’t close, exactly. he was Izzy’s childhood best friend and a chaotic frontman of their band and you were… well, the one who usually ended up cleaning up after their messes

“Circus is right” Axl muttered, voice low and raspy from singing all night “Place is a shithole”

“Hey, mind you” you shot back with a grin, sitting up straighter “This shithole has running water and a couch that you can actually sleep on and isn’t infected with cockroaches. So watch your tongue”

Izzy snorted and ruffled your hair as he passed “Be nice, sis. They’re harmless. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” Steven flopped dramatically onto the couch next to you, spreading out like he owned the place “I’m offended. I’m an angel”

Duff cracked open a fresh beer he’d found and tossed one to Slash “Yeah, an angel who puked in my shoes last week. Real saintly”

you laughed, shaking your head “You guys are animals. Seriously, how do you even function on stage?”

“Pure talent and bad decisions” Slash said around the joint he was lighting, his curls falling in his face. he offered it to you with a lazy wink “Want some? Helps with the noise complaints from the neighbors.”

you waved it off “Thank you I’m good. Someone’s gotta stay sober in case Izzy decides to climb the fire escape again”

Izzy flipped you off from the kitchen but he was smiling “That was just one time and I was inspired”

the next hour blurred into chaos. empty bottles piled up on the coffee table. Steven told the same stupid story about the gig three times, getting louder each round. Slash and Duff were so drunk thst they mostly just stayed glued together. Axl mostly lounged against the wall, nursing his drink and occasionally throwing in dry one-liners that made everyone crack up

you joined in more than usual, feeling loose from the leftover buzz in the air “Steven, if you keep waving your arms like that you’re gonna knock over the lamp again. Last time it took me two days to find all the pieces of the broken light bulb”

Steven clutched his chest like you’d wounded him “Y/N, baby, you hurt me! That lamp had it coming”

“Yeah, yeah. And Izzy—” you pointed at your brother, who was trying to sneak another beer “—you promised you’d help with rent this month, not turn our living room into a homeless shelter”

Izzy grinned, all innocence “I’m contributing to the cultural experience. You’re welcome”

Axl chuckled softly from his spot, eyes flicking toward you for a second “She’s got a point, Iz. Your sister’s the only responsible one here”

you met his gaze briefly and smiled “Someone has to be. You guys would burn the building down if I wouldn’t keep my eye on you”

the banter kept flowing—playful jabs about who smelled the worst after the show, Steven claiming he was “naturally musky”, Duff threatening to crash on the couch anyway, Slash offering to sleep in the bathtub if it came to it

eventually the energy dipped. the living room was a disaster: bottles everywhere, ashtrays overflowing, someone’s jacket draped over the TV

Steven stretched out on the floor and yawned “Fuck it. I’m beat. Izzy’s room has that big bed, right? We can all squeeze in. Floor for the losers”

Izzy’s head snapped up “No no no, you fuckers better not sleep in my room” he said loudly, but the smirk gave him away—it was the same half-serious, half-joking tone he always used with them

you rolled your eyes “Oh sure, threaten them and then cave. Classic Izzy”

Duff laughed “C’mon, man. Living room’s a biohazard now. Your bed’s bigger than this couch anyway”

Izzy sighed dramatically, running a hand through his messy hair “Fine. But if any of you assholes puke on my sheets, I’m kicking you out the window”

“Okay ‚dad’ ” Steven said with a groan

the guys started shuffling toward Izzy’s room, Axl pushed off the wall last, finishing his drink

Duff turned with a shit-eating grin “Hey Axl, you sure you wanna sleep in there with us? …You know, since you will maybe accidentally fuck someone in your sleep? We don’t wanna wake up with you humping one of us like a dog in heat”

Steven burst out laughing “Yeah, man! Last time we shared a room I swear I felt hands”

Slash smirked, adjusting his hat “Creepy as hell. Better not risk it”

you froze on the couch, ears burning. you’d overheard bits of their dumb band jokes before, but never this one so clearly. Axl fucks someone while he’s asleep? What the hell kind of running joke was that?

Axl just shook his head, unfazed “Fuck off. That joke’s older than Steven’s brain cells”

but Slash, ever the helpful one when he was buzzed, glanced between Axl and you “Or… Y/N’s got her own room, right? You two kinda know each other. Might be safer if you two slept together. Less risk of accidental midnight humping. Cause you wouldn’t fuck Izzy’s sis, right Ax?”

your stomach did a little flip. you sat up quickly “Wait—what? Hold on, guys—”

Izzy paused in the doorway, looking back with a raised brow “Slash, don’t be weird”

but the suggestion hung in the air

Axl turned those intense eyes on you, one eyebrow lifting slightly “You cool with that, Y/N? Or you gonna make me sleep on the beer-soaked floor?”

you opened your mouth, heart suddenly racing for reasons you couldn’t quite explain. Axl wasn’t exactly a stranger but he wasn’t exactly safe either. the guy had a reputation and now this stupid inside joke was looping in your head

what if he really did…?

you forced a laugh, trying to sound as playful as before even though your mind was spinning “I mean… my room’s tiny. And if you snore, I’m kicking you out. But sure, whatever. Just keep your hands to yourself, Rose”

the guys howled with laughter

Steven clapped Axl on the back “Good luck, man. Don’t sleep-fuck Izzy’s sister or he’ll actually kill you”

“Shut the fuck up” Izzy muttered but he was already disappearing into his room with the others, door clicking shut behind a chorus of “night, Y/N!” and “don’t do anything stupid”

which left you and Axl standing there in the messy living room, the sudden quiet feeling way too loud

you swallowed, trying to keep the banter going. “So… guess you’re with me tonight. And seriously keep your hands to yourself, Axl”

Axl’s lips twitched into a small, dangerous little smirk “No promises” and you glared at him but that didn’t scare him even a little as you two started going to your room

your bedroom door clicked shut behind Axl, the sound louder than it should’ve been in the heavy silence

your room was small — just a double bed pushed against the wall, a messy dresser, a couple of postersand a single lamp casting a warm, dim glow. you stood awkwardly by the bed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, suddenly very aware of how little space there was

Axl shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over your chair “Nice room” he said quietly, voice rough but softer than usual. he looked around for a second, then back at you “You still good about this? I can still take the floor. I was just kidding earlier”

you swallowed, heart hammering. the joke kept replaying in your head — he fucks people while he’s asleep. you tried to look casual but your voice came out a little shaky “Yeah, yeah… it’s fine. The floor’s gross anyway. Just… don’t hog the blankets”

he gave a low chuckle and kicked off his boots “Deal”

you both climbed into bed- you in shorts and oversized shirt, Axl just in his boxers. the mattress dipped under his weight, bringing him closer than you expected. you turned onto your side, facing away from him, trying to calm your breathing. Axl stayed on his back at first, one arm behind his head. the room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with your sweet scent and smoke — a dangerously comforting scent

you could hear the guys still murmuring and laughing in Izzy’s room but it was distant

then you felt it

as you shifted slightly to get comfortable, your thigh accidentally brushed against his hip — and there it was. he was hard. really hard. the thick outline pressing against his boxers resting against his lower belly, warm even through the fabric

your breath caught. heat rushed to your face and between your legs at the same time. you froze, eyes wide in the dark, pretending you hadn’t noticed. but your body betrayed you — a little involuntary wiggle, your thighs pressing together

Axl didn’t move at first. then his voice came, low and rough, right beside your ear “You felt that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, trying to sound innocent and scared even though your pulse was racing with want “I… I didn’t mean to… um…” your voice was barely a whisper. you looked over your shoulder at him, eyes big and nervous, like you might bolt any second. inside though you were throbbing. you wanted this. you wanted him. but you couldn’t let it show too obviously

he turned onto his side, facing you now. his hand gently rested on your waist — not pushing, just there “Y/N. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want” his thumb stroked slow circles over your shirt “But I can feel you want this... And you’re not pulling away”

you swallowed hard, looking scared on the outside while your body screamed yes “But what about… what about the joke. About you… in your sleep. What if you…?” your voice trailed off but you didn’t move his hand

Axls lips curved into a small, knowing smirk. he leaned in closer, breath warm against your neck “No baby, I’m not asleep, don't worry” his voice dropped even lower “Been thinking about this since I saw you today. You looked so fucking cute trying to act tough in front of the guys”

"A-Axl!" you swueacked super quietly, your heart skipped. you turned fully toward him, faces inches apart “O-okay… but we have to be quiet” you whispered, voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement “I swear if hey’ll hear…”

“I know” he brushed a strand of hair from your face, very gentle “We’ll be careful”

his hand slid under your shirt, palm hot against your bare skin. you gasped softly but didn’t stop him. instead, you pressed closer, your innocent wide-eyed look making him groan quietly

“Fuck, you look so cute… but you want it, don’t you?” he murmured

you nodded shyly, biting your lip “Yeah… I do. Just… I’ve never… not like this”

he kissed you then — slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together in the dark. his hand moved lower, slipping into your shorts, finding you already wet. you whimpered into his mouth, hips twitching

“Shh...” he whispered against your lips “Quiet, baby”

he guided your hand down to the bulge in his boxers “Feel how hard I am for you?”

your fingers trembled as you palmed him. he was big — thicker and longer than you’d imagined. you rubbed hesitantly, innocent curiosity mixing with desire

Axl’s breath hitched “That’s it… good girl. Want to taste me first?”

you nodded again, eyes still wide and nervous-looking even as heat pooled between your legs “Okay… but I've never did that... Can you teach me?”

“Fuck yeah, come here” he pushed them down his boxers, freeing his cock. it sprang up, heavy and flushed, the tip already glistening. he took your hand and wrapped your fingers around the base “Like this. Nice and slow at first”

you leaned down, heart pounding. your tongue darted out, giving the head a tentative lick. he tasted salty, masculine. Axl let out a quiet groan, one hand gently threading into your hair

“Just like that… open your mouth. Take a little more. Use your tongue on the underside — yeah, fuck, just like that”

you followed his instructions, sucking softly, bobbing your head with innocent eagerness. he guided you patiently, voice a low rasp “You can go deeper, baby… relax your throat. Good girl… you’re doing so good for me”

the praise made you moan around him, the vibration pulling another quiet curse from his lips. you took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering a little but never looking away from his face

after a few minutes, Axl’s hips twitched “Shit — pull off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth”

you kept going, wanting to please him. he came first with a stifled groan, hips jerking as he spilled hot across your tongue. you swallowed what you could, the rest dripping down your chin. he pulled out gently, breathing hard, thumb wiping your lip

“Fuck, Y/N… you’re too good at that even if that was your first time. You've read your brothers Playboys didn't you?” he said panting with a smirk

you smiled softly wiping your mouth “Maybe…”

but he wasn’t done. he flipped you onto your back, careful to keep the bed from creaking too loud “My turn. Gonna make you feel good but you gotta stay quiet for me, okay?”

you nodded, looking scared and innocent even as you spread your legs for him. he kissed down your body, peeling your shorts and panties off slowly. when his mouth found your clit, you had to bite your hand to keep from moaning out loud. he ate you like he was starving — slow, deliberate licks and sucks, two fingers curling inside you until your thighs shook

only when you were trembling and dripping did he pulled away leaving you needy

“Be patient now” he kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, slow and deep as you could taste yourself on his lips

“Gotta be so fucking quiet, baby” Axl whispered, voice rough and low “Can you do that for me?”

you nodded quickly, eyes wide and still carrying that scared, innocent look even though your body was aching for him. your hands trembled as you clutched at his shoulders “Y-yes… I promise”

he pushed your legs open a little wider, settling between them. the head of his cock nudged against your soaked entrance, hot and heavy. he rubbed it up and down slowly, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every pass until your hips twitched involuntarily

“Shh… easy” he murmured when a tiny whimper escaped you. then, inch by inch, he started pushing inside

he was thick — thicker than you expected — and the slow, steady pressure made your eyes flutter. He sank deeper, stretching you open, filling you completely until his hips were flush against yours. your walls fluttered around him and you had to bite down hard on your lip to stay silent

“Fuck… you feel so good baby” Axl breathed against your ear, staying perfectly still once he bottomed out, letting you adjust. his arms trembled slightly from holding himself up “You okay?”

you nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. your voice came out as the tiniest, sweetest whisper “It-it feels… really big. But good. Don’t stop… please”

he groaned quietly and started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. the bed creaked once and he immediately froze, listening. when no one stirred down the hall, he continued, even slower, grinding rather than thrusting so the mattress wouldn’t make noise

your hands slid up into his messy hair, gripping tight as waves of pleasure rolled through you. you were trembling all over — legs shaking around his waist, breath coming in short, quiet little gasps against his neck

Axl kept his face buried in the crook of your shoulder, lips brushing your skin with every thrust “That’s it… just like that. You’re taking me so well, baby. So fucking sweet... and perfect and...”

you whimpered softly, the praise making you clench around him “Axl… feels so good… I-I can’t—”

“Shhh, I know” he whispered, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub slow circles over your clit

the combination of his deep, steady thrusts and the perfect pressure on your clit pushed you over the edge fast. your orgasm hit hard — your whole body locked up, back arching, his hand covered your mouth to silence your cry as you pulsed and fluttered around his cock

Axl cursed under his breath, hips stuttering “Fuck— baby, I’m close—”

he thrust a few more times, deep and desperate, then pulled out with a low groan. his cock pulsed hot against your stomach as he came, thick ropes spilling across your skin. he kept rubbing your clit gently through the aftershocks until you were twitching and oversensitive, then collapsed half on top of you

for a long moment the only sound was your ragged, quiet breathing

your hands found way to stay gentle on his back, stroking up and down in sweet, shy little circles

“Axl… that was… really nice. Thank you” you sounded incredibly sweet and vulnerable like you haven’t just been fucked senselessly

he let out a tired, breathless chuckle and reached the sheets to clean you up with surprisingly gentle wipes “Yeah… it was”

you curled toward him immediately once he wiped away his cum, still trembling, pressing your face into his chest like you needed the closeness “Do you… wanna cuddle for a bit? Or… whatever you want. I just… I really liked it. You felt so good I’ve never had something like this”

Axl went quiet for a second, clearly exhausted from the long night of drinking and performing. he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and muttered, half-asleep already “I just wanna crash, honestly. Been a long fucking night”

the words came out flatter than he meant them to

you froze for half a second, that innocent nervousness flickering across your face again but you quickly smiled anyway — understanding at least trying to be “Oh… okay”

you started to pull away, turning onto your side to give him space, even though your body was still buzzing and your heart felt oddly tender

Axl blinked, realizing how that must have sounded. he reached out and caught your wrist gently before you could roll all the way away “Hey... Wait that’s not —”

you looked back at him over your shoulder, still trembling a little, eyes soft “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Really. Don’t feel guilty about it”

he sighed and tugged you back toward him, wrapping one arm around your waist so your back was pressed to his chest. his voice dropped lower, softer “Tonight was… intense. You were incredible. I just crash hard after shows, booze and good sex”

you stayed quiet for a moment, then gave a tiny, nod against the pillow and whispered “I know. It’s fine, Axl. I’m not mad or anything. I just… really liked being with you. That’s all”

he pressed a lazy kiss to the back of your neck, already half gone “You’re too fucking sweet, you know that?”

you let out the softest little laugh, still trembling faintly in his arms. “Maybe. But that’s just who I am”

Axl’s breathing slowly evened out behind you, heavy and deep as sleep pulled him under. you stayed awake a little longer, feeling the warmth of his body, the sticky mess between you and the secret thrill of what just happened while the rest of the band slept down the hall. eventually your eyes drifted shut too

morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the apartment, hazy and too bright for the hangover everyone was nursing. the living room still looked like a crime scene: empty bottles, crushed cans, cigarette ash everywhere (literally) and a couple of guitars leaning against the wall. muffled groans and laughter drifted from Izzy’s room as the band slowly woke up

you were already up, moving quietly around the tiny kitchen in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts, trying to make coffee like everything was normal. your body still felt the echoes of last night — an ache between your legs, faint marks on your skin hidden under your clothes and that nervous, weird flutter in your stomach every time you thought about Axl

you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact as the guys started stumbling out one by one

Steven was first, hair sticking up in every direction, yawning loudly “Morning, Y/N! You look fresh as a daisy. How’d you sleep with the human chainsaw in your room?”

you forced a small smile and poured coffee without looking up “Fine. Thanks”

Duff wandered in next, scratching his stomach “Coffee smells good. Pour me one, please?”

you handed him a mug without looking up, you stiffened when you heard Axl’s voice as he talked to Slash

Slash shuffled out, joint already between his lips “Yo, anyone see my hat? Think I left it somewhere”

Izzy emerged last from his room, looking half-dead but smirking. he ruffled your hair as he passed “Thanks for letting Axl crash in your room, sis. I hope he wasn’t bothering much?”

you muttered something incoherent and busied yourself with the fridge

then Axl walked into the kitchen

he looked exactly like the rockstar who’d just rolled out of bed after a night of drinking and fucking. his eyes found you immediately

you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly turned away, pretending to wipe the counter. you couldn’t look at him. not with the guys right there. bot when you still felt so raw and exposed from how sweet and vulnerable you’d been last night while he just wanted to “crash”

the band noticed

Steven grinned like an idiot and elbowed Duff “Uh oh. Someone’s avoiding eye contact. What’d you do, Axl? Snore too loud? Y/N looks scared, man”

Duff chuckled “Yeah, man. Did that inside joke finally caught up with you? Bet you were humping the pillow in your sleep and scared the poor girl away”

Slash chuckled around his joint “Classic Axl”

you felt your face burn hotter. you grabbed your own coffee mug and mumbled “I’m… gonna go clean up my room” before slipping away down the hall without another word. you disappeared into your bedroom and shut the door firmly behind you, heart pounding

the guys’ laughter followed you

“Damn, she really is avoiding you Axl” Steven said, still grinning “Must’ve been some loud-ass snoring”

Izzy just shook his head, sipping his coffee. “Leave her alone, assholes. She’s not used to your bullshit this early”

you stayed in your room for the next two hours

you heard them moving around — more coffee, someone turning on the TV, arguments about whose turn it was to get food, plans for rehearsal later. every time footsteps came near your door you tensed but no one knocked. Izzy checked on you once, poking his head in to ask if you wanted anything. you told him you were fine, just was too much for you. he nodded and didn’t push

eventually the noise died down. the band was finally leaving — loud goodbyes, backslaps, promises to see Izzy at the Troubadour later. the front door opened and closed multiple times. you stayed curled up on your bed, reading a magazine for the 10 time cause you couldn’t focus, replaying last night in your head and feeling stupid for how much you’d wanted affection afterwards

then, after everything went quiet, there was a soft knock on your door

you sat up, heart jumping “Yes? Come in”

the door opened slowly. Axl stepped inside, closing it behind him with a quiet click. he looked a little more awake now. he didn’t come too close at first — just stood there, hands in his pockets

“Hey” he said, voice low “The rest of the guys left. Izzy’s still out there but… I told him I forgot something in here since I wanted to talk to you”

you nodded, fidgeting awkwardly. you couldn’t quite meet his eyes “Okay”

Axl sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair “Look… I fucked up last night. After we… you know. I was an asshole. You were being all sweet, still shaking, telling me how good it felt and I just said I wanted to crash like a total dickhead. That wasn’t cool”

you stayed quiet for a second, then gave a small shrug, trying to sound casual even though your voice was soft “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I get it. You were tired”

“No, it’s not okay” he sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, keeping some space between you. his eyes searched your face “I really liked it. The sex. You. The way you were so… innocent and eager and fucking sweet even when you looked scared. I meant what I said before I passed out that you’re too sweet. For me. And I shouldn’t have made you feel like I didn’t want you close after that”

you finally looked at him, eyes still a little guarded but softening “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better. I’m not mad. I just… felt a little silly afterward. Like I was too much for you”

Axl shook his head, reaching out slowly to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his touch was surprisingly gentle “You weren’t too much. I was just being a selfish prick because I crash hard after nights like that. But I shouldn’t have brushed you off. I’m really sorry, Y/N”

the apology hung in the quiet room. you gave him a tiny, shy smile, a little trembly from all the emotions “Thank you, I appreciate you saying all of that”

he let out a relieved breath and leaned in a little closer “No problem baby. And for the record I meant it — last night was fucking incredible. You were incredible”

you blushed but didn’t pull away. the tension between you felt lighter now

Axl glanced toward the door, then back at you “I should probably go before Izzy comes looking. But… we’re cool?”

you nodded, the small smile staying on your lips “Yeah. We’re cool”

he stood up but paused at the door, giving you one last look — that intense, familiar gaze with something warmer underneath “See you around, Y/N”

then he slipped out, leaving your room quiet once more

you flopped back onto the bed, letting out a long breath, heart still racing but feeling a little lighter

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you weren’t stupid

the recording was real. his threat was real

so you played it smart

your grades in Izzy’s class shot back up. not just good—excellent. Only A papers dripping, thoughtful questions in class again, sitting front row like the perfect student. you even wore the short black skirt he seemed to like, crossing your legs slowly when you knew his eyes were on you. you gave him sweet, innocent smiles while your ass still remembered the sting of his palm

BUT

in Professor Gilby Clarke’s class? you were fucking unstoppable

you needed air. you needed to feel like you still had some control so when Mr. Gilby Clarke—another professor in the Music Department—offered you extra credit help on a project, you said yes

Gilby was everything Izzy wasn’t — quick with a charming grin and easier praise

he taught advanced guitar techniques and production and from what he told you he was Izzy’s longtime rival. the tension between them was campus legend: two former Guns N’ Roses guitarists now stuck in the same department, constantly sniping at each other’s methods. Gilby loved pushing the technical, polished side of music. Izzy preferred raw feel and attitude. they hated each other in that polite, professional way that made everyone else uncomfortable

so you decided to use it

in Gilby’s class, your work was flawless. you stayed after his lectures too, laughing at his jokes, asking for extra feedback, letting him lean over your desk to point things out on your sheet music. your latest project with him came back with a glowing 100 and a handwritten note:

Exceptional work. Proud to have you in this class

you made sure Izzy saw it

you left the graded paper face-up on your desk during his lecture, the bright red 100 impossible to miss. when he walked past your row, his jaw tightened visibly. his eyes flicked from the paper to your face. you met his stare with a tiny, sweet smile

the two could play the jealousy game

thursday afternoon, the hallway outside the music wing was quiet. most students had already left. you were leaning against the wall just outside Gilby Clarke’s office, talking to him about your upcoming presentation. he stood in the doorway, arms crossed, smiling down at you

“You’ve got real talent” Gilby said, voice warm “That last solo you submitted was amazing. Whenever you'll need extra studio time, my door’s always open”

you tucked your hair behind your ear “I’d love that, Professor Clarke. I feel like I learn more in your class than anywhere else”

“And you’ve got a good ear” he said “Stradlin’s tough on students but I can tell you’ve got real potential. If you ever want to transfer sections—”

you smiled, feeling bold “Maybe I should consider it. Izzy can be… intense”

Gilby chuckled “Careful. Stradlin might hear you say that”

before you could reply, a low, familiar voice cut through the hallway like a blade

“Hear what, exactly?”

you both turned. Izzy stood ten feet away, hands in his pockets, dark hair loose and messy. his expression was calm but his eyes burned. he looked at Gilby first, then slowly dragged his gaze over you, taking in how close you were standing to the other man

Gilby’s smile didn’t falter but it sharpened “Stradlin. We were just talking about student projects. Nothing that concerns you”

Izzy ignored him completely, staring at you “My office. Now.”

you swallowed, heat flooding your body despite the cool tone of his command “I’m kind of in the middle of something, Professor Stradlin”

Gilby raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this “She’s free to talk to whichever professor she wants, Izzy. Or are you having trouble keeping your students attention these days?”

the air crackled. Izzy’s fingers flexed in his pockets

Izzy’s eyes slid to you. slowly “She's my student. She has a standing appointment with me right now”

you swallowed hard. you hadn’t even scheduled anything with him

Gilby raised an eyebrow, glancing between you two “She’s welcome here anytime. Unlike some professors, I don’t scare talent away”

“Office hours are over, Clarke. I’ll take it from here”

Gilby looked at you, clearly confused of why Izzy's acting like that “You good?”

you nodded quickly, cheeks burning “Yeah. Thanks, Mr. Clarke”

he lingered for a second longer than necessary, then adjusted his jacket “Anytime, sweetheart”

the second Gilby’s office door clicked shut, Izzy’s hand closed around your upper arm—not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to remind you who was in control. he marched you down the hall to his office in silence, unlocked the door and practically pushed you inside before locking it behind him

the moment the lock clicked, the tension exploded

Izzy backing you up against his desk until your ass hit the edge. he caged you in with both hands planted on the wood, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. you could smell his cologne and the faint trace of cigarette smoke on his clothes

“You just can’t fucking help yourself, can you?” he hissed “Talking to him. Laughing with him. Calling me ‘Izzy’ like we’re fucking friends while you bat your lashes at this complete idiot”

you smirked sweetly, even as your pulse hammered “I was just getting help on a project”

“You think you’re so fucking clever?” he growled “Parading around in Clarke’s class like a desperate little slut, flashing your perfect grades in front of me?”

“My grades in your class are excellent, Sir. Just like you wanted”

his eyes darkened at the word 'Sir'. one of his hands moved to your neck, gripping hard

“And yet you’re practically sucking Gilby’s dick for extra credit” he said, voice rough “Letting him call you ‘sweetheart’. Laughing at his stupid jokes. You’re trying to make me jealous, little girl?”

you bit your lip, slick heat gathered between your thighs “Is it working?”

he let go of your neck but Izzy’s hand slid lower, bunching your skirt up your thigh, fingertips brushing the edge of your panties but not going any further. he teased the sensitive skin there, slow and deliberate, until you squirmed

“You have no idea how badly I want to bend you over this desk right now and fuck the attitude out of you” he murmured against your ear “Spank that pretty ass until you’re crying, then edge you until you’re begging to be allowed to cum on my cock. Remind you exactly who you belong to”

you let out a shaky breath, gripping his shirt “Then do it”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes piercing through you “No. Not today”

you stared at him, stunned “What?”

“Brats who flirt with other professors don’t get rewarded. So you’re going to fix this little mistake” Izzy straightened up, adjusting the obvious bulge in his jeans with zero shame “You want to play games? Fine. We’ll play”

he stepped back, leaving you flushed and aching. from his pocket, he pulled out his phone. the same one with the video. he tapped the screen, turning it toward you just enough for you to see a frozen frame of yourself on your knees, lips wrapped around his cock, eyes glassy with lust

“Delete the conversation with Clarke. Block his number. Then you’re going to send me a nice, detailed apology tonight. Voice note. Telling me exactly why you’re sorry and what you deserve for it”

your mouth went dry, your eyes widened

Izzy stepped close again, sliding his hand down your body—over your breast, your waist, teasing your thighs

“And if I see anything like you smiled at him...” he leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper “I’ll send this video to the entire department. Maybe even forward it to Gilby himself so he can see what a desperate little slut his ‘talented’ student really is”

he brushed his lips against yours—barely a kiss—then pulled away completely

“Fix your skirt. You’re dismissed. Now get out”

you left the office on shaky legs, behind you, you heard as the door clicked shut

That night, back in your apartment with the lights low and your heart hammering, you sat on the edge of your bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. your pussy was still slick from the way he’d teased you in his office

you opened a conversation with Izzy, hit record and let the words spill out in a shaky, breathy whisper

“Professor Stradlin… I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for provoking you. For flirting with Gilby Clarke just to make you jealous. I knew he was your rival and I used it anyway because I wanted your attention — your anger, your hands on me. I acted like a spoiled, desperate slut. I let him call me sweetheart. I laughed at his jokes while thinking about how much better you fuck me. How much I crave your cock, your spanking, your hands on me…”

you swallowed hard, fingers slipping between your thighs without thinking as you continued

“I deserve to be punished. I deserve you bending me over your desk again, spanking me until my ass is purple and I’m crying. I deserve to be edged for hours, your cock buried inside me while you refuse to let me cum. I deserve you using my mouth, my pussy, my throat however you want. I deserve you owning me completely. I’m yours, Sir. Only yours. Please… forgive me. Or don’t. Just please use me”

you ended the recording and sent it before you could chicken out. then you deleted every single message and conversation with Gilby, blocked his number and turned your phone face-down

Izzy listened to it almost immediately. the typing indicator appeared, then disappeared. no reply. just a single thumb up

you barely slep that night and the next morning you woke up to chaos

your phone was exploding with notifications. group chats from the music department, private messages from classmates, even a couple confused texts from friends outside the major

the video had been sent to the entire department and the main senior groupchat at 7:42 am

it was the one he recorded — you bent over the desk, ass red from spanking, moaning and crying “Sir, please—” as a thick cock fucked you from behind. your face had been blurred and was only 10 seconds long but everyone could still make out the shape of your body, the curve of your ass, the way your back arched, the desperate tremble in your thighs., the audio thank God wasn't crystal clear, but you could hear your begging, whimpering, calling him “Sir” over and over while you got fucked and edged

the messages were flooding in:

“holy shit who is that???”

“that voice sounds familiar…”

“is this real??”

“blur is so fucking tease, now everyone’s trying to figure out who she is”

“that ass though… jesus”

some people were already playing detective — comparing it to girls known to be close with certain professors. your name hadn’t been said yet but it was only a matter of time. the blurred face and audio made it worse

it turned the video into campus porn everyone wanted to solve

your phone buzzed again

Izzy: Voicenote was sweet. But bad girls don’t get forgiven that easily

Izzy: Front row today. Wear the black skirt. No panties

you stared at the screen, thighs pressing together. the worst part? You were soaked

you walked into Izzy’s lecture hall fifteen minutes early, black skirt barely covering the curve of your ass, no panties underneath. the room was buzzing. people were still whispering about the video. a couple guys glanced at you longer than usual, like they were trying to match the body in the video to yours

Izzy entered exactly on time, looking unfairly calm and hot in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled. his eyes found you immediately. he gave you the smallest smirk before starting the lecture like nothing was wrong

halfway through he casually said “Some of you seem distracted today. Too busy watching things you shouldn’t instead of focusing on actual music”

his gaze landed on you. you squirmed in your seat, the cool air teasing your bare, dripping pussy

after class, he didn’t even have to say anything. you stayed behind automatically

the door locked

Izzy leaned against his desk, arms crossed, watching you approach

you exploded the second you two were alone

“You fucking asshole!” you shouted, voice cracking “I sent you the apology! I did everything you said! Why did you—!”

Izzy looked completely unbothered. almost relaxed

“Because I wanted to” he said simply “Because you still thought you could play games with Gilby Clarke yesterday. Because hearing you beg in that little voice note made my cock hard and I decided you needed a real reminder that I own you”

“You fucking asshole!” you tried to push him but he quickly grabbed your wrist, spun you around and bent you over the nearest desk. your cheek pressed against the cool wood. he yanked your skirt up and ran his fingers through your folds but then his hand cracked across your ass — hard, merciless

“Count”

“Fuck you—!”

another brutal spank. then another. he didn’t stop until you were sobbing out the numbers between gasps

by fifteen your ass was blazing. by twenty-five you were dripping down your thighs

“Everyone’s trying to figure out who the whore in the video is” he murmured between spanking “They’re comparing voices. Comparing bodies. And here you are, bent over in my classroom with your pussy soaked. Every time someone tries to guess it’s you… you’re going to get wetter. Because you know the truth”

Izzy kicked your feet wider apart and slid two fingers through your soaked folds without warning. you moaned loudly, pushing back despite yourself

he pulled his fingers out and pushed them into your mouth, making you taste yourself

“You’re such a pathetic little girl”

next he finger-fucked you roughly, bringing you right to the edge in under a minute—then stopped. you cried out in frustration. he pulled his fingers out and smeared your own wetness across your stinging ass cheeks

“You’re going to fix your behavior” he said, voice low and commanding “Every single night this week, you’re coming to my apartment after dark. No panties. No fucking attitude. You’re going to spend hours on your knees making this up to me”

he leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, lips against your ear

“And if your grades slip even one point… or if I see you near Gilby Clarke again… I’ll post the unblurred version next”

Izzy stepped back, leaving you bent over, exposed and shaking

“Pull your skirt down. Wipe your tears. And get the fuck out of my classroom. I’ll text you my address tonight”

you stood on trembling legs, face burning with humiliation, ass throbbing, pussy aching as you composed yourself

as you reached the door on shaky legs, Izzy’s voice followed you, soft and dangerous:

“Oh, and sweetheart? Tell anyone about this and the whole video goes viral. Nod if you understand”

you nodded without turning around

“Good girl”

you stepped into the hallway, feeling dozens of eyes on you even though the corridor was mostly empty. your phone kept buzzing with new notifications

you barely made it back to your apartment before the weight of everything crashed down on you

pacing barefoot across the small living room, you kept replaying it all:

the video — now circulating through the entire music department — of you getting fucked and begging on repeat

the whispers in the hallways

Izzy threat to send the unblurred one

your grades were perfect again in his class but... at what cost?

he had you by the throat. literally

you should hate him. you should report him. you should block his number and transfer out of his class

instead, you were soaked just thinking about going to him tonight. the power he held over you was terrifying… and intoxicating. part of you wanted to run. the other part wanted him to ruin you completely

you showered, shaved, lotioned every inch of skin, telling yourself you were just “thinking about it”. but deep down you already knew you’d go if he asked

then the text came at 9 pm sharp

Izzy: 1423 Riverfront Lofts. Apartment 4H. Door unlocked. Black skirt only. No panties. No bra. Phone on silent. Don’t make me wait.

you stood outside his building for nearly fifteen minutes, stomach twisting with a toxic mix of fear and sick arousal. the short skirt felt obscene in the night air — every breeze teasing your bare, already dripping pussy. your ass still burned from the spanking he’d given you after class. by the time you pushed open the door to 4H, your thighs were slick

the loft was dim, lit only by a few lamps and the city lights filtering through large windows. Izzy stood by the kitchen island in a tight black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his thick cock already half-hard and outlined against the fabric. his dark hair were loose around his shoulders. he didn’t smile. he just stared like he already owned every inch of you

“Close the door. Lock it. Then crawl to me”

your face burned with humiliation but you dropped to your knees on the hardwood and crawled across the floor like a bitch in heat

when you reached his feet, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back

“Just look at yourself. Fucking pathetic” he looked at you disgusted “Strip. Everything except that slutty little skirt”

you peeled off your top and bra with shaky hands. your nipples were rock hard. Izzy reached down and pinched one viciously, twisting until you gasped in pain

“Hands behind your back”

you obeyed and he used a thick leather belt he had to prepare earlier, wrapping it tightly around your wrists and buckling it so your shoulders were pulled back, tits pushed out obscenely. then he dragged you over to the couch and bent you over the back of it. the skirt flipped up on its own, exposing your soaked pussy

Izzy stepped behind you

“Fuck, look at this sloppy cunt. The whole department is hunting for the whore in that video and here you are, presenting your holes to your professor like a cheap slut you are”

he dragged two fingers through your folds, collecting your slick, then shoved them roughly into your mouth

“Suck. Taste how disgusting you are for me”

you sucked desperately. he pulled them out and immediately plunged his two thick fingers deep into your pussy, curling them right. the wet squelching sounds were filthy and loud

“Oh my god— S-sir— ”

he finger-fucked you brutally for a minute, palm slapping against your clit with every thrust, then ripped his hand away right as your pussy started clenching

you screamed in frustration “Please! Please don’t stop—”

smack

his hand cracked hard across your already bruised ass

“You don’t tell me what to do”

first denial

then he dropped to his knees behind you and buried his face in your cunt. his tongue was merciless — long, sloppy licks from your clit all the way up to your asshole, sucking noisily on your swollen folds, spitting on your holes before diving back in. he ate you out like a starving man while you sobbed and tried to grind back against his face

“Sir— Sir I’m s-so close— please... let me cum on your tongue— please Sir I’ll be so good!—”

he pulled back completely, leaving you gaping and twitching. a thick string of your own arousal mixed with his spit dripped down your thigh

second denial

by the third denial you were shaking uncontrollably. tears and mascara ran down your face. your voice had gone hoarse

fourth denial — he stood up, pulled his thick cock out and started rubbing the fat, leaking head up and down your slit, smacking it hard against your clit. he’d push just the tip inside, stretch you open, then pull out and slap your pussy with his heavy dick

“Sir please~” you wailed, voice cracking pathetically, babbling like a broken toy “Please please please let me cum… I’m losing my mind… I’ll suck your cock every day… I’ll send you videos of me touching myself thinking about you… just please— please let me cum, Sir, I’m begging you!!—”

then he pushed three fingers inside you and then he ripped his fingers out at the last possible second and slapped your swollen, gaping pussy hard — three vicious smacks

you broke completely

sobbing hysterically, drooling onto the couch, hips humping the air desperately

Izzy grabbed your bound wrists and yanked you upright, then spun you around and forced you down onto your knees. his cock — veiny, throbbing, slick with your juices — slapped against your tear soaked cheek

“Open that fucking mouth”

he fucked your face without mercy, balls slapping your chin, forcing his cock deep into your throat until you gagged and choked. he pulled out, stroked himself furiously and came all over your face — thick, ropey spurts painting your cheeks, lips, tongue and dripping down onto your tits

you knelt there shaking, covered in his cum

Izzy crouched down, grabbed your jaw hard and forced you to look at him. his thumb smeared his cum across your bottom lip and pushed it into your mouth

“Swallow”

you obeyed

“Look at the state of yourself” he smiled “Tied up, covered in spit and cum, pussy drooling all over my floor like a brainless fucktoy. And you still don’t get to cum”

he stood up, cock still half-hard and grabbed you by the arm

Izzy dragged you by your across the loft into his bedroom. cum still dripped from your chin and tits as you stumbled after him. the bedroom was dark, dominated by a large king bed with black sheets. he shoved you onto it roughly

“Lay on your back. Legs spread as wide as you can. Show me that ruined hole”

you obeyed instantly, wrists still tightly bound behind you. your skirt was bunched uselessly around your waist. Izzy stripped off his shirt and sweatpants, his thick cock rock-hard. he climbed between your trembling thighs and slapped his heavy cock against your swollen, leaking pussy a few times before lining up

“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember Gilby’s fucking name”

and without a warning, he slammed into you in one brutal thrust

you screamed, back arching violently as he stretched your overstimulated cunt wide open. he didn’t give you time to adjust. he started fucking you hard — deep, punishing strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. the wet, filthy sound of his balls slapping your ass filled the room

“Fuck— Sir— too much—!” you gasped, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes

“Take it like a good pet you are” he growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise “This is what you wanted. This is what brats who flirt with Gilby get”

he folded you nearly in half, pounding you mercilessly. every thrust dragged against your g spot, making your eyes roll back. your pussy was so wet it was foaming around his cock, creamy white ring building at the base. he spat on your clit and rubbed it roughly with his thumb while destroying you

you were already a broken, babbling mess after all the earlier edging. your body was shaking, muscles exhausted but he kept fucking you without mercy for long minutes — switching between brutal deep thrusts and grinding his hips in slow, cruel circles that kept you right on the edge again

your vision started to blur. your head felt light. the room spun

you were passing out

your eyelids fluttered, body going limp beneath him as exhaustion finally crashed over you like a wave

Izzy noticed immediately. he slowed, then pulled out completely with a wet pop. your gaping pussy clenched around nothing, leaking everywhere on the sheets

he leaned over you, one hand gently cupping your tear-streaked face

“Hey” he murmured, voice suddenly softer “Stay with me, sweetheart. Breathe”

you whimpered weakly, barely conscious. he untied the belt from your wrists quickly, rubbing the sore skin with his thumbs. then he leaned down and kissed your forehead, surprisingly tender

“Beg” he said quietly against your ear “Give me the last of your energy and beg like the desperate little slut I know you are. If it’s good enough… I’ll let you cum”

something primal sparked inside you. you gathered every last drop of strength, eyes glassy and unfocused as you looked up at him

“Sir… please…” your voice was hoarse from screaming, crying, begging “Please let me cum… I’m I need you so much… my pussy hurts… I’ve been so good for you all night… please let your pathetic little toy cum… I’ll never look at anyone else again… I’m yours… only yours, Sir… please let me cum on your cock… please…”

Izzy groaned softly, clearly pleased. he pushed back inside you — this time slow, deep and deliberate. every inch stretched you perfectly. he settled into a steady, sensual rhythm, rolling his hips so his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you

“That’s it” he murmured, voice low and soothing now “Take it slow, baby. I let this sloppy cunt cum”

he put a pillow under your hips and hooked your legs over his hips and fucked you with long, luxurious strokes. one hand reached between you to rub slow, perfect circles on your swollen clit. his mouth found your neck, sucking and biting gently while he praised you

“You feel so fucking good… so wet… such a good girl when you break for me. Cum for me, sweetheart. Squirt all over my cock like the nasty little baby you are”

the orgasm hit you like a freight train

your whole body seized up. a broken, guttural cry tore from your throat as you came harder than you ever had in your life. your pussy clamped down around him, squirting clear fluid all over his cock and stomach. you squirted hard — soaking his abs, his thighs and the sheets beneath you in messy pulses while your body convulsed violently

Izzy kept fucking you through it, slow and deep, drawing it out until you were shaking and sobbing with pleasure

then he pulled out, dropped down between your legs and buried his face in your dripping, twitching pussy. his tongue lapped up every drop of your squirt, sucking on your oversensitive clit and folds with filthy, wet sounds

you twitched and jerked uncontrollably from the overstimulation

“Sir—! Too much— fuck— please—!” you cried, trying weakly to close your legs but he held your thighs open and kept licking you clean like a man possessed, groaning at the taste of you

finally, when you were a whimpering, twitching wreck, he pulled back. his face was shiny with your juices

he smiled softly at the state you were in because of him. then he scooped you up easily in his arms and carried you to the bathroom

the shower was warm. he held you against his chest under the spray, washing your body gently — cleaning the dried cum from your face and tits, soothing your sore pussy with careful fingers, massaging your aching shoulders and wrists

you were barely awake by the time he dried you off with a soft towel. he carried you back to the bed, changed the ruined sheets quickly and laid you down. then he climbed in behind you, pulling your back against his chest

“Try to rest, baby” he whispered against your hair, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to hair “You did so good tonight”

exhausted, sore and completely used up, you drifted off super quickly

you woke up slowly, disoriented by the unfamiliar weight of a heavy arm draped across your waist and the scent of clean sheets mixed with cigarette smoke

for a few seconds you didn’t even remember where you were

then it all hit you — the brutal edging, the way you’d sobbed and begged, the violent orgasm that made you squirt all over his cock and sheets… and falling asleep in his bed like you belonged there

your eyes snapped open

Izzy was pressed against your back, breathing slow and deep, clearly still asleep

panic and shyness hit you like a truck. even though he had seen you in the most degrading positions possible waking up naked in his bed felt different. more vulnerable

you tried to slip out from under his arm without waking him. you needed clothes. you needed a minute to breathe and process what the fuck had happened last night

the second your feet touched the floor, his low, raspy morning voice stopped you cold

“Where do you think you’re going?”

you froze, one arm instinctively covering your breasts. your cheeks burned

“I… I should go home” you mumbled, voice small and nearly gone from all the screaming the night before “I have classes later and… this is weird and—”

Izzy sat up in bed, the sheet pooling around his hips. his hair were messy his eyes sleepy

“Weird?” he smiled softly “After you spent half the night crying and begging all over my cock, now it’s weird?”

you shifted uncomfortably, thighs pressing together “Can I at least put some clothes on?”

“Okay, turn around, go to my wardrobe and take whatever you want”

you did what he said and took some shirt so it would cover your chest and reached halfway your thighs

when you came back to his room he looked really good lying there and watching you like a hawk

then he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, completely naked. he walked toward you slowly. you backed up until your back hit the wall

Izzy placed one hand beside your head, caging you in. his other hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him

“You’re not leaving yet” he said calmly “You’re staying right here until I say otherwise”

“But I—”

his thumb pressed against your lips, silencing you

“You think you can just crawl out of my bed like a scared little virgin after I spent hours breaking that pretty cunt?”

your face went scarlet "Okay I'm sorry, Sir"

“Good girl” he praised softly “Now get back in the bed. On your back”

you hesitated, still shy

Izzy’s expression hardened

“Don't make me repeat myself. Unless you want me to tie you to the bed again and spend the whole morning edging you until you pass out for real this time”

your breath hitched. you crawled back onto the bed, laid down and slowly spread your legs for him, arms resting above your head, his shirt riding up

Izzy stood at the foot of the bed, staring shamelessly at your exposed, used pussy

“That’s better” he murmured “Look at that pretty, puffy cunt. Fucking beautiful”

he climbed onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs, pulling off you his shirt but not entering you. instead he just hovered over you, kissing your neck, your collarbone, your breasts — slow, almost lazy kisses while his fingers dragged through your slick folds

“You’re staying until at least noon” he decided, voice muffled against your skin “Maybe longer if you keep acting this shy and cute. I like you like this… all nervous in my bed after I ruined you”

you whimpered softly, hips twitching as he teased you

“Sir… what about classes?”

“Fuck classes” he growled, nipping your nipple “You're not going anywhere like I said”

the dim lights of the Whisky a Go Go’s room buzzed with cigarette smoke and the low rumble of the band’s post-rehearsal bullshit

you sat squeezed between Axl and Slash at the sticky corner booth, the rest of the guys sprawled around the table: Duff laughing too loud, Izzy half-asleep over a whiskey, Steven drumming his sticks on the edge of the table. Axl’s arm was slung casually behind your shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of your hair like nothing was happening

but something was happening

under your short leather skirt, the small bullet vibrator he’d slipped inside you before you left the hell house was already humming on the lowest setting

the remote was in his pocket

you knew because every few minutes his thumb would twitch against your thigh under the table and the buzz would kick up just enough to make your breath hitch

“Easy, baby” he murmured against your ear, voice low and filthy, lips brushing the shell so only you could hear “You don't want them to know you’re being a dirty slut right now, do you?”

you bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste copper and tried to focus on the conversation. Slash was rambling about some new place he wanted to go to tomorrow, his wild curls brushing your shoulder as he leaned in

“Yeah, sure I can go with you” you managed, voice steadier than you felt. the vibrator jumped to a steady medium pulse and your thighs clenched under the table. you shifted, trying to look like you were just getting comfortable on the cracked vinyl seat

Axl’s smirk was pure evil. his fingers drummed once against your bare thigh—code for be good—and the buzz intensified again, a relentless throb making you squirm. your stomach flipped. you could feel yourself getting slick, the toy sliding just enough with every tiny movement to drive you insane

Duff slammed his glass down “Yo, Axl, you gonna let your girl have a drink or you just gonna keep her glued to your side all night?”

Axl chuckled, lazy and dangerous and slid his hand higher under the table, thumb stroking the edge of your skirt like he was daring you

“She’s fine. Aren’t you, baby?”

you nodded quickly, swallowing a moan that wanted to crawl up your throat as the vibrator kicked up another notch. the pulse was stronger now, steady and unforgiving. your nails dug into the denim of Axl’s thigh under the table

“Words, my love” he whispered, breath hot against your neck “Use ’em before someone notices you’re breathing like you just ran ten blocks in heels”

“I—I’m good, Duff” you forced out, voice a little too breathy. you grabbed your beer with a shaky hand and took a long swallow.

“Yeah, she’s just hot in here. Too many fucking bodies, don’t worry Duff” Axl added, his thumb pressed the remote again—higher, relentless—and you nearly bit through your lip

a tiny, involuntary whimper slipped out, disguised as a cough

Slash glanced at you “Need some air?”

“I’m fine, really” you choked out, smiling so hard it hurt. your walls fluttered around the toy, slick and aching. you could feel the orgasm building fast—too fast—right here in front of the entire band

Axl leaned in again, lips against your ear

“That’s it… keep that pretty face straight for me. Don’t you dare come until I say. If Slash or Duff figure out I’m making you soak through your panties right now, I swear to God I’ll edge you for the next three days”

his thumb stroked once, twice—then the setting jumped to the highest level

your breath caught

your free hand shot under the table and grabbed his wrist, squeezing in silent plea. the second he saw your needy look on your face he felt like he’d just won something filthy

he didn’t hesitate

one second his arm was still draped behind you on the booth, the next he was already moving—casual enough that it looked like nothing more than him deciding he was done sitting. he leaned in, lips brushing your temple in what could’ve passed for a sweet kiss to anyone watching

“Gonna take my girl for some air” he drawled to the table, voice loud and bored like this was the most normal thing in the world “She’s melting in here”

Stevie gave a lazy two-fingered salute looking up from his beer“Don’t get lost, man”

Duff laughed, already pouring another round

Axl’s hand closed around your wrist—not gentle—and he tugged you up with him in one smooth motion. the vibrator was still pulsing inside you, erratic little bursts now, like he’d programmed it to torture you while he walked. your knees nearly buckled on the first step

“Walk” he murmured against your ear, breath hot “Or I turn this thing up so high you come right here in front of everybody. Your choice, sweetheart”

you forced your legs to move

the hallway to the bathrooms was narrow, dim, walls sticky with years of spilled beer and god knows what else. every step jolted the toy deeper, the relentless buzz rubbing right where you were already swollen and dripping. you bit your lip so hard you tasted blood again, trying not to whimper out loud

he shoved the men’s bathroom door open with his shoulder—didn’t even check if it was empty

it was

thank fuck

the door slammed shut behind you. he spun you around, back slamming against the chipped tile wall and crowded in close. one hand braced above your head, the other sliding straight up under your skirt without preamble. his fingers found the soaked lace of your panties

you gasped—couldn’t help it

“Shhh” he hissed, mouth crashing over yours in a bruising kiss that swallowed the sound. his tongue pushed in like he owned you, tasting the beer. when he pulled back his eyes roamed your face and smiled

“Look at you” he muttered, voice wrecked “So fuckin’ wet I can hear it” his fingers hooked the edge of your panties and yanked them aside. the toy slipped free for half a second—cool air hitting your soaked cunt—before he shoved it right back in deeper, twisting it until you arched off the wall with a choked cry

“You were so close out there. I could feel you shaking. Thought you were gonna come right at that table”

the vibrator kicked up again—steady, punishing rhythm. your hips jerked forward involuntarily

“Please—!” the word tore out before you could stop it

“Please what?” his free hand slid up to wrap loosely around your throat—not squeezing, just holding “Please let you come? Or please don’t stop?”

you couldn’t answer. couldn’t think. your whole body was one live wire, every nerve screaming toward the edge he kept yanking you back from

he leaned in until his lips brushed yours again “Beg pretty and maybe I’ll let you. Right here. Against this disgusting wall. While the guys are twenty feet away wondering why we’re taking so long”

his thumb found the remote in his pocket

one flick

the toy went wild—highest setting, stuttering bursts that made your vision white out

“AH—!” you screamed before you could muffle it against his neck as your nails dug into his shoulders

“That’s it” he growled, voice low and filthy “Let go for me, baby. You look so hot right now. Like filthy whore you are”

he circled your clit rough and fast and your whole body seized

the orgasm hit like a freight train. you came so hard your knees buckled; only Axls arm around your waist kept you upright. wave after wave ripped through you, pussy clenching helplessly around the toy, slick running down your thighs. you sobbed his name into his shoulder, shaking, completely wrecked

he didn’t let up until you were whimpering from overstimulation, thighs trembling, boneless against him

only then he eased the setting down to a soft, teasing hum—just enough to keep you sensitive and dripping

he kissed your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. soft now. almost sweet

“Good girl” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction “So fuckin’ good for me”

he pulled the toy out slowly—carefully—watching your face the whole time. you shuddered at the loss, empty and still fluttering around nothing now. he wiped it on the inside of your skirt like it was nothing, then tucked it back in his pocket

“Fix your skirt” he said, stepping back just enough to give you room. his eyes roamed over you—flushed, wrecked, lipstick smeared

“We’re going back out there. And you’re gonna sit there like nothing happened… even though you’re still dripping down your legs”

he smirked, wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb

“And if you’re real good?” he leaned in, lips brushing your ear “I’ll fuck you senseless in the van on the way home”