rockstarxxy
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Axl rose steamy blurb!
Warnings: tension, dirty language, suggestive
The bar was a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey, a low hum of voices and classic rock humming from the jukebox. Axl leaned against the counter, whiskey glass in hand, the ice clinking as he swirled it lazily. He was fresh off a grueling tour, high on adrenaline, but starving for something that a stage, a crowd, and a bottle of Jack couldn’t satisfy.
Then he saw you.
You were sitting alone in a dimly lit booth, legs crossed, a slow, lazy smirk on your lips as you sipped your drink. There was something untouchable about you—like you didn’t give a damn that a rockstar was looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole. That kind of confidence was dangerous. And Axl loved dangerous.
He didn’t hesitate.
Sliding into the booth beside you, close enough that his thigh brushed against yours, he smirked. “Didn’t take you for the type to drink alone.”
You barely looked up. “Didn’t take you for the type to need a fucking invitation.”
Axl chuckled, the sound deep and rough. “I don’t.” He tilted his head, eyes sweeping over you, slow and deliberate. “What’s your name honey?”
You took another sip of your drink, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him impatient. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You snarled
His grin widened. “I like a little mystery in my women.” He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “But I like getting to the sexy part even more.”
Your pulse spiked. His voice was pure sin, his scent a mix of leather, sweat, and whiskey—heady and intoxicating. You turned your head just enough so that your lips nearly brushed his. His gaze dropped to your mouth, his pupils blown wide with something darker, something wicked.
“You’re trouble, and that might’ve just turned me on” he murmured, his fingers tracing a slow, lazy path up your thigh, the heat of his touch scorching through the fabric of your dress.
You smirked. “And what does that make you?”
Axl’s lips hovered just over yours. “The kind of trouble you don’t want to walk away from.”
Your breath hitched as his hand slid higher, his fingers teasing the bare skin above your knee. Every inch of your body burned for more, but you weren’t going to make it easy. You leaned in, your lips barely grazing his, teasing, tempting—then you pulled back just enough to make him chase you.
Axl groaned, low and deep. “You like playing with fire, don’t you?”
You traced a finger down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. “Only when it’s worth the burn.”
His patience snapped.
In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up from the booth and against him, his body hot and solid. His mouth hovered just over yours, his breath ragged. “My place. Now.”
You arched a brow, feigning innocence. “So impatient.”
His fingers trailed down your back, slow and possessive. “You have no idea.”
The heat between you was unbearable, electric. You should’ve resisted longer, should’ve made him work for it. But the way his fingers tightened on your hip, the way his gaze burned through you like a promise—you knew there was no turning back.
You grabbed his collar, yanking him toward the exit. “Then let’s get out of here.”
Axl let out a low, wicked chuckle, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you flush against him. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips, “you’re in for one hell of a night.”
And with that, you disappeared into the heat of the LA night, the city buzzing, the tension between you about to explode into something reckless, something unforgettable.
