#izzy x reader

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

A/N: Hi babydoll! Thank you for the request, it was very fun to make and i appreciate the compliment on the series! I hope this is to your liking and that everyone who also reads this will like it, enjoy!

STEVEN ADLER

~Oh, Steven would be such a joy. ~He's definitely funny AS FUUUCKK, making you laugh all the time, ~even when you're mad at him. ~If you're a sweet girl, especially nurturing, he'd be wrapped around your finger. ~Always coming to you when he did something stupid. ~''okay, don't be mad, but-'' ~He'd flirt A LOOOT. Its out of habit though, if you'd be tight as friends there wouldn't be much intention behind it. ~But yeah, the first time you met he 100% hit on you. Like, immediately. ~But once you're close, he switches into best friend mode FAST. ~AAAND if it were for you to be younger, he'd probably see you as a little sister. ~Would play-fight a lot, tickle you, poke you, grabbing your stuff and running away with them, etc. ~Literally doesn't know how to stop. ~secretly needs your approval more than lets on. ~He'd be such a sweetheart when you feel down, most probably would hold you and listen to you. ~Sometimes he could get very cocky and just have an attitude that makes you wanna slap the shit out of him. ~you don't. ~mostly

DUFF MCKAGAN

~PROTECTIVE older brother energy, but not in a soft way, in a ''don't test me'' way. ~still jokes around though. he's chaotic ~annoying, to say the least. ~if you're short, you're COOKED. ~that mf will grab you, just because he can. ~get ready to be picked up when you annoy him. ~with you he can be a lot more grounded. ~always aware of your surrounding, walks slightly behind or beside you in crowded spaces. ~if something feels off, he's already stepping in. ~doesn't make a scene, just stuff like: ''you good?'' or a low ''nah, we're leaving.'' ~you listen, cause all of them are rarely wrong. they've seen enough to know better. ~highkey proud of you, but would show it in annoying ways. ~''aww look at you being a nerd. good job" ~would come to you if you were there and he was feeling anxious before a gig, maybe. ~trusts you a lot, as well. ~LOVES to drink with you, cause you guys turn into idiots. ~like, sharing the same braincell kind of idiots. ~will dance with you, do the grease pick up move, for example. ~YELL absolutely everything and everywhere when you're both drunk. ~will laugh absolutely all the time and everything would be turned into a inside joke only you two would know. ~(the others wanna kill you when you get like this) ~but yeah, you'd feel really safe with him. :)

SLASH

~very calm. like sometimes annoyingly calm. ~until he's not, and you want to smother him with a pillow. ~funniest one in the room in a very unexpected way. ~makes the dumbest jokes with a straight face. ~lowkey pervy humor, but never crosses a line with you. ~flirts, but smoother than Steven :))) teases you a lot. ~he tried at some point to teach you guitar ~but he's an AWFUL teacher. ~will play something insane and go: ''ok. just, like, do that.'' ~he's cute tho when he teaches you stuff, he'd sit behind you or next to you and guide your hand when needed. ~claims that you're the one who sucks. ~gives surprisingly good advice, regarding boys. ~will laugh his ass off when you tell them dumb stuff they wrote you ~like little love notes and shit. ~once called you ''cupcake'' for A MONTH just to be an asshole after reading a dudes poem. ~will 100% make some pervy comment if you look hot that certain day/ if you dressed more revealing, and accept his fate when you chase him around. ~or cuss him out. ~or smack him. ~but truly, he respects you a lot. ~doesn't play about you. ~you're also one of the few people he trusts to touch his hair. ~definitely comes to you when he needs help with his hair, or clothes or whatever. ~lets you hang around while he plays, appreciates when you give feedback or try to help him out when he's out of ideas. ~you both feel safe with eachother.

IZZY STRADLIN

~nonchalant to the point it's offensive. ~will look at you after you say something dumb, like: "are you serious?" ~blunt. BRUTALLY honest. no filter ~may the lord have mercy on thy soul. ~but never actually mean, he has his limits. ~deffo thinks you're very pretty, but he'd kinda friendzone you. ~or just respects you a lot and doesn't wanna ruin the friendship. ~the type to silently help you without making a big deal out of it. ~actually a pretty good guitar teacher. ~patient, but won't baby you. ~"again." ~"no, thats wrong." ~will give you homework, and will get pissy if you don't do it. ~"go ahead and find someone else to teach ya. you either practice, or bye-bye. I'm not kidding." ~bought you alcohol at least once before you turned 21. ~will lecture you and the next night share a blunt. ~will absolutely ruin any delusion you're having with one sentence. ~gives the most realistic advice about relationships. ~he makes you laugh a lot when you're feeling down. ~might beat up someone with Axl if that person did you wrong. ~if you're close, he'll vent to you. and he doesn't do that with a lotta people. ~his girlfriends always LOOOOVED you. ~like actually adored you. ~and you feel safe with him, too.

AXL ROSE

You hung your jacket by the door, evealing a red dress with white trim, sort of like a slutty Santa dress.

Discreetly Izzy looked you up and down as you made your way to the table. He thought you looked great even if you were being overly festive.

"Hi Izzy," you greeted, sliding into the booth and setting your purse down next to you. You said hello to Axl and the other girls at the table.

It was all Axls idea to go to this karaoke bar. Izzy thought it was probably because he wanted space to show off to the groupies, but he was along for the ride.

Everyone ordered drinks and small talk began around the table. Eventually, after everyone had a little buzz, the singing started.

Axl went first, of course. It was clear he had drank prior to coming to the bar. He was stumbling around, miraculously on key.

Izzy kept glancing at you, you looked amazing in that little dress. His mind began to wander to the few times you'd slept together over the years.

You two had been friends for a long time and for both of you, sleeping together was just something that you had done 2 or 3 times. It didn't change the friendship and there were no feelings attached.

Izzy thought about the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts, the feel of you squeezing around him. When a few minuites passed he realized he was hard and shifted to hide his erection.

After a few of the girls sang, you decided to go up.

You weren't a singer by any means but it was fun. You decided upon "Santa Baby." It was cute and a classic.

You took the mic from a girl who stumbled back to the bar. Queuing the song, you waited for the music to start. The soft opening notes began to play and you swayed while waiting for the lyrics to begin.

You cleared your throat and sang,

"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me."

Izzy smiled, although he had long given up on trying to keep his mind clean, your voice was angelic.

"Been an awfully good girl. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight."

That was not about to go over Izzys head. Good girl? he thought to himself. You were far from it. You were someone who liked it nasty, dirty, gritty. You had told him yourself and asked him to degrade you. He'd happily obliged, of course.

While his thoughts swirled you continued singing. On the next verse, before he could stop himself he called over to you, "You suck!"

You stumbled over the lyrics a little, but regained your rhythm. This was out of character for Izzy, he was usually pretty quiet. Even so, you were friends, he had no reason to be yelling at you.

When you got to the next line that mentioned you being good, he made another comment. "Slut!"

You realized he was humiliating you on purpose in front of everyone.

Axl looked at him sideways. What was his friend thinking?

Izzy knew exactly what he was thinking, he'd even started to bounce his knee, causing his tight leather pants to move against his crotch under the table. They provided only slight friction but it was enough for him.

Wetness began gathering in your panties. You were almost sure he was doing this on purpose just to get you riled up.

He continued to shout over the music at you. His comments only grew more descriptive and mean. It didn't take long until your cheeks were heated and red, you were stumbling over the lyrics, and fuck you were soaked.

Axl kept nudging Izzy, trying to get him to cool it.

Izzy didn't, he couldn't. The pure sight of you like this was better than anything he'd had in weeks, especially when tears started to fall down your cheeks.

Axl had given up, now watching him in disappointment and confusion.

Feeling so entirely sexually frustrated, you managed to finish the song. Handing off the mic to someone else, you rushed to find the bathroom.

You hastily ran off while Izzy sat dumbfounded at the table. Shit, he hadn't thought this through.

Axl turned to him angrily,

"Happy now? Normally I wouldn't give a fuck but that's your friend. I don't know what to tell you, man."

Izzy blinked slowly saying nothing at first. Axl stared at him in disbelief, "Go make sure she's okay!"

Izzy mumbled something about not being able to get up.

The ginger rolled his eyes, "And why is that?" Izzy cleared his throat and looked down at his crotch where he was still hard.

Axls eyes followed his gaze, finally clicking what was going on.

"You freak! Does know you invited her just for that?" he whisper-yelled.

"Uh no. I didn't even mean for this to happen."

Axl took a sip of his drink instead of responding.

The weight of Izzys actions started to hit him. He needed to go see if you were okay. He also needed to wait until his erection went away.

While this whole conversation happened in the bar you made it to the bathroom and couldn't get into a stall quick enough.

You locked the door and shoved your hands in your panties. You plunged two fingers in, trying to get them to stretch you the way you needed.

After a minute or two you were able to angle them just right, pleasure building fast. You reached your orgasm quickly, but it wasn't enough.

You leaned against the wall of the stall, giving yourself a moment to cool down before you started again.

Just as you were about to re-insert your fingers there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hey, it's Izzy!" said a muffled voice.

"What do you want?" you called back.

"I'm sorry if I went too far. I wasn't thinking." You were seriously baffled that he was worried about that.

You unlocked the stall door and marched to the bathroom door. You opened it to see a worried and sheepish Izzy looking back at you.

He had gotten you all hot and bothered and you decided he was going to do something about it.

You dragged him inside, pushed him up against the door and slammed your mouth onto his.

He let out a sound of surprise that was muffled by the kiss. His body responded immediately and he quickly had you pinned against the wall.

His hands snaked under your dress and up to the hem of your panties, only to realize you'd started without him.

"Whore. I knew you liked it," he said smirking.

"So what if I did?" you retorted. He hungrily kissed you, pulling you back into the stall. Your hands grabbed onto the waistband of the leather pants, trying to get them down.

He stopped kissing you, "Ask me nicely."

You begged, "Please, Mr. Stradlin."

Lips latched onto yours again, teeth nipping at your lips. Izzys hands undid the button and zipper of his leather pants, immediately taking his cock in his hand.

He grabbed your wrist, guiding your palm to him. You did as he wanted and stroked him, trying to stay still and not rub your thighs together.

He watched you struggle against your own desire. He enjoyed seeing you this way. He groaned at the sensation of the friction of your hand, hips jerking slightly.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, "Turn around," he ordered.

Excitedly you did so, arching your ass up into the air towards him slightly. He bunched your dress around your hips, staring at your ass and the wet spot on your panties.

"Now, for starting without me you're going to count. Five. Okay?" You stifled a grin,

"Yes Mr Stradlin."

With his hand still having a fistfulof your hair, his open palm came down hard on the soft skin of your ass,

"One." you moaned.

Izzys hand smoothed over the skin before coming down a on the other cheek. A small whine escaped,

"T-two."

Another strike back on the first side, harder this time. A louder moan slipped from your lips,

"Three!"

The fourth strike stung, a small yelp coming from you.

"Four," you whispered.

"Last one, take a breath," Izzy commanded. You took a shaky breath, exhaling loudly.

"Good little slut."

Your body felt flushed, your legs slightly wobbling. The last was rough, making a loud sound and it was going to leave a light bruise.

You hoped it did.

Izzys hands moved to your shoulder and hip, steadying you.

Your breath was uneven, as was his. Izzy was strung tight, he was trying not to be too rough even though he wanted to be.

He knew that you knew the safeword you'd previously used together, but still.

"Ready to be used?" he crooned.

You nodded, still facing the plastic of the stall. He pushed you further into the wall, turning your head so your face rested to one side.

He slid your panties aside, running one finger through your folds. Your hips rolled back against his hand.

"Don't. Move.

You whimpered against the cold, rough texture of the wall.

Izzy pulled them all the way to the side and pushed just the tip of his cock against you. You rocked your hips, this time on purpose.

You wanted him to get frustrated because he wasn't being as aggressive as you wanted.

He scolded you, "What did I say?".

"Stay still," you said innocently.

He thrust into you without warning, sheathing himself inside you.

"Beg."

"Please Mr. Stradlin."

He continued sharply, "Like you mean it, like it's the only thing you're good for."

You did your best to sound as pathetic as you could. You even started to cry, your mascara running. You liked it and definitely knew he liked it, especially from the way he twitched inside you,

"Please use me! I'm your cum slut, fuck me please!"

Izzy grunted at you,

"Not good enough. More."

You sobbed in desperation, "Mr. Stradlin, use me, I'm only here for you to use! You own me Mr. Stradlin! Please own-"

He used one hand to hold your face to the stall and the other gripped the curve of your waist. He used the leverage to pull out of you and thrust into you, deep and demanding.

He pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back in. He repeated the motion, his balls hitting against you as he sped up.

You were already close again and he could tell by the way you sounded. You shamelessly moaned, your voice reverberating slightly against the walls of the bathroom. Izzy himself was getting close.

You reached your orgasm which was nothing compared to your first one of the night.

Your body shook, Izzy having to partially hold you up as your legs could no longer support you.

Esctacy surrounded you like clouds, heat radiating through your body. Izzy miraculously was able to hold himself back but the moment you were done, he pulled out and came all over your ass.

The hot white liquid shot all over your ruined panties and even up to where the fabric of your dress rested on your lower back.

Izzy continued holding you up even as he used the wall to hold himself up, too. You could feel his quick breathing on your neck as he leaned over you.

After a few minutes of the only sound being your breathing, Izzy laid a chaste kiss to the space just below your ear.

He whispered softly, "Feeling alright?"

You panted, "Yeah."

He took some toilet paper and started to wipe his cum off you.

"Your panties are ruined," he commented.

"Don't care. Worth it," you contentedly replied.

When he had finished wiping off as much as he could he stood up fully.

"Can you walk?"

You stood up and tried to take a step, wincing slightly.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

You took another step, "You don't need to do that." He smiled a little at your stubbornness,

"Will you let me carry you?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Fine."

He scooped you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your back. The two of you made your way out of the stall.

He held you in front of the mirror while you tried to fix your disheveled appearance, smoothing your hair, wiping up the smeared lipstick off your faces, dabbing at the long streaks of mascara from crying.

Izzy interrupted and told you to leave the mascara streaks, he liked the way they looked.

Once you were ready to go he carried you out the door, only to find a pissed off Axl.

"Really?" he spat, clearly unamused.

You blushed slightly, "Sorry Axl." He gruffly handed you your purse.

"I am not talking to you, I'm talking to this idiot over here."

It was Izzys turn to blush now, "Hi Ax."

The sassy singer put his hands on his hips, "At least you didn't leave her in there." Izzy looked a little taken aback,

"It's her. Of course I'm taking her home," he said to Axl, as if you weren't right there.

Without another word Axl stalked off. Izzy carried you out of the bar and called a cab.

He settled you inside, you grimaced a little as you sat down on the bruised area of your ass.

Izzy slid in next to you and gave the driver your address. He held you against him silently as you were driven to your apartment.

When you drove up he insisted on carrying you, "Just let me carry you," he said while he handed cash to the driver.

"It's okay, Iz, I can walk," you stated as you opened your door and got out.

Izzy met you on the other side, whisking you back into his arms. You giggled, "Izzy, seriously, it's okay."

Izzy started walking up the stairs, "Maybe I want to take care of you after that."

You rested your face into his shoulder for the rest of the way. When you got to the landing he set you down. You took the key out of your purse, unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Izzy followed you in and lead you to your bathroom. Leaving you leaned up against the sink, he went and found your makeup remover.

He swiped a soft washcloth over your face, wiping away your smeared makeup.

Once it was all off, he picked you up again and brought you to your bedroom. As gently as he could he set you down on the bed,

"Dress on or off?"

"Dress off."

He helped you lift it over your hips, shoulders and head. He dropped it onto the floor. You wiggled out of your panties and spread yourself out on top of your bed.

Izzy marveled a little at your fully naked body. He wanted to go again, but he was feeling tired.

Next time, he hoped there was a next time, he wanted to take his time with you.

He stripped down to just his boxers and crawled under the blankets next to you. He settled the blankets over you and situated you against his chest.

You could feel his cock on your ass. You know, the two if you being friends with benefits wasn't such a bad idea, you thought.

You ground back against him. He groaned into your ear, followed by a "No more tonight." His tone was gentle but firm so you knew there was no arguing.

He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

He held you closer. The two of you laid there awake for a while, basking in the afterglow, until you eventually fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to light filtering in through your windows. Realizing you were alone, you got up and went to look for Izzy.

He was nowhere in your apartment but there was a note on your couch. It read "Call me for a date or a fuck sometime. -Iz" with his phone number attached.

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#1 “ You, me, plus a bottle of alcohol equals body shots. ”

#2 “ Let's go play one of my favorite games: "throwing explosives at people we don't like." ”

#3 “ Not more drunk than usual. Then again, your very presence seems to intoxicate me. ”

#4 “ Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why does someone or something always have to interrupt our time together? Sometimes I wish I could just blow up everything except us so we could get some much-needed alone time. ”

#5 “ You should totally let me pretend to kidnap you. I'm pretty good at Shibari, if you were worried. ”

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#1 “ Clearly, you have not found my fanfictions about us, or you wouldn't be here right now. ”

#2 “ You know I'd break my perfect record―break someone―for you. ”

#3 “ Yeah, I wouldn't worry. I don't think any of your exes are going to live long enough to bother you. ”

#4 “ I'm not trying to control you! I'm just saying... hanging out with the other dumbasses around here is a waste of your time, especially Crash. ”

#5 “ I may have taken a peak at your browser history. ”

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#1 “ You're so much prettier up close. I'm used to only seeing you... uh, haha―used to only seeing your armor. ” (Lilly is only used to seeing you without armor when she watches you sleep at night.)

#2 “ I got you flowers. You wouldn't believe how many people I had to threaten to get some good ones. ”

#3 “ Oh, it's okay. You aren't entitled to care about me or anything. I just thought you'd be more happy to see me. ”

#4 “ There's something about you that I've become quite enamored with. It almost scares me how much I love you. ... Sorry, did I come off as too strong? ”

#5 “ I think I don't want you to ever leave me. ”

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#1 “ Can we like... hug in bed? Or is that too soon? ”

#2 “ No, no! Don't eat that. I poison- I mean... put spices in it that you won't like. That food is for Target. ”

#3 “ You're amazing! Like, more amazing than that one time I stabbed a dude because he was looking at you all weird. ”

#4 “ Tehe, you make the Nutman super happy-angry-love sick. ”

#5 “ We should totally read my newest story together! It's called Everyone Dies But Peanut And Darling And They Live Happily Ever After. ”

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#1 “ What's your ring size? ”

#2 “ You make me feel like a young man who popped his first boner. ”

#3 “ I've made a lot of bad choices in my life. I think stalking you was the best one, by far. ”

#4 “ Ah, I wouldn't worry. I'll protect ya. Just point em' out to me, and they'll be taken care of. ”

#5 “ What is your stance on kidnapping? More accurately, [what is your stance on] being kidnapped? ”

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#1 “ Would you like to see the album of pictures I have taken of you? The one where you're drooling in your sleep is really cute. ”

#2 “ You want me to stop cooking for you? Why? I-I know it's not the best, but it isn't like I've been drugging the food or anything! Blame Peanut. He taught me. ”

#3 “ Mhm, you're kinda like a fish: cool, slippery, and one hell of a catch. ”

#4 “ Yeah, I wouldn't say I'm a violent man, but my family, especially my father, always taught me to protect what I love. So, I'd kill for you if I needed to, but I don't think I'd enjoy it very much. ”

#5 “ You're so pretty. You'd be perfect for getting taxidermied. ”

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#1 “ Please, don't become another one of my patients. ”

#2 “ It's just a small tracking chip. The implantation won't hurt―that much. ”

#3 “ Well, I generally like to know my partners for more than just their medical history and my personal research. ”

#4 “ I'm going to need a few vials of your blood... medic reasons. ”