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Teach You Not To Mess With Me (Izzy Stradlin)

Teach You Not To Mess With Me

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Smut

WARNINGS: profanities, sexual content

Word Count: 880 (kinda short I guess, sry)

Y/N’s POV:

I was singing my heart out as the hot water poured over me. “Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!” I yelled using the shampoo bottle as a microphone. I turned the water off and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around my body and looked in the mirror. It was steamy from the hot water of my shower. I opened the bathroom door slightly. The cool air rushed into the bathroom making me cold. I wasn’t singing now, but I was whistling. I walked to the end of the hallway before I stopped to admire the sight in front of me.

Izzy was sitting on our light tan couch in the living room. He had an acoustic guitar in his lap and he was strumming it lightly. He looked angelic sitting there. I smiled to myself. How did I get this lucky? To have Izzy fuckin Stradlin as my boyfriend? I guess Izzy noticed my presence because he looked up at me. His eyes scanned my figure before he smiled. “Hello beautiful.” he sat his guitar aside and stood up. He began walking towards me. I blushed slightly at his nickname. He stopped a short way in front of me. He placed his hands on my waist and looked me in the eyes. “I love you so much. You know that right?” His expression became serious when he asked me. “Yes Izzy. And I love you very much too. You dork.” He smiled slightly as did I. He hugged me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Iz.” No response. “Izzy?” still no response. “Jeffrey Dean Isbell.” I whisper-yelled. He looked up at me with wide eyes which made me laugh. “I have to get dressed.” I motioned towards the bedroom, where my clothes were. “No you don’t” he smirked deviously. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yeah ok sure.” I said sarcastically. I started to make my way towards the bedroom, but Izzy came up behind me. He hugged me from behind. “Izzy!” I yelled. Not in a mad way of course. I tried to break free from his grip, but it didn’t work. Of course. “Come on honey I know you don’t wanna go to work.” he began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck. “Izzy...I..I have to.” As much as I would have loved to stay in that moment I had to go to work. I knew that. Now I was determined to do one thing and one thing only. Get to work without being distracted by Izzy. I walked into the bedroom and Izzy followed. He sat on the bed as I got some clothing from the closet. I could feel his eyes on me as I went through the hangers on the rack. Once I had chosen an outfit I turned around. I sat my things on the bed and looked up at him. “Oh don’t mind me.” He said as he threw his hands in the air. It was like he was surrendering. I nodded my head and began to change. First were my bra and underwear, then my shirt, then my- hold on. I heard something coming from Izzy’s direction. I shook my head, thinking I was just hearing things. Then I heard it again. It was a moan? I looked up to see Izzy. Pleasuring himself. I cleared my throat. “Uhm..Izzy? What are you doing baby?” He looked up at me and smirked. “Well you don’t want me anymore so…” I could tell he was teasing me. I bit my lip. I decided to mess with him a little bit. “Oh..ok Iz. Have fun.” and with that I grabbed my clothing and walked out the door. It wasn’t even sixty seconds later that Izzy came rushing out of the bedroom. I turned around to see Izzy. The look on his face was like nothing I had ever seen before. I smiled innocently at him as I zipped my pants the rest of the way. “What the hell was that Y/N?!” He said, partially frustrated. “Oh whatsoever do you mean?” I made it clear that I knew. “Oh ok. You're gonna get it now Y/N.” I squealed as he chased me around the couch. Of course he eventually caught me. He pushed me against the wall and began kissing me passionately. I moaned into the kiss. He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow. He began leaving kisses down my neck and collarbone. He began to undress me and I did the same to him. Within a few minutes we were both completely naked. To my surprise Izzy thrusted into me with no warning. I moaned loudly as he continued to kiss and nip at my neck. I couldn’t say anything. I had nothing to say honestly. The room was filled with the moaning of Izzy’s name. I was extremely close to my climax when Izzy pulled out. My eyes shot open and went wide. “Izzy? What the hell?!” He looked me in the eye and smirked. “Maybe that will teach you not to mess with me..Sweetheart.” He pressed a light kiss to my lips and walked away.

Hello!~Ok you guys this was my first smut and I know I suck at writing them so sorry if it’s absolute trash. Also I know it’s kinda short I guess so wanted to say sorry about that. I know I might not have gotten Izzy’s personality completely correct, I’m trying. Thank you for reading this imagine though!! I really appreciate it! Have a good day and remember you are beautiful! :) ♥︎

Sunset love ch. 5: The things you don’t know

Axl's words reverberated in the air around them. Had he really just said that? 

The hand on Slash's arm was stroking his skin now, slowly. Slash didn't shake it off. The hand moved to his chest, snaking up under his t-shirt and to his nipples, Axl's fingertips caressing them and pulling them gently to tight little knots.

Slash's throat constricted. He exhaled slowly, trying not to reveal how turned on he was - but he heard the other man chuckle. 

"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing..." managed Slash. "We're not fucking fags..."

"Shut up," came Axl's voice, a gruff whisper now. Slash felt incredible softness on his chest as Axl drew his lips from one nipple to the other, biting with his lips over his teeth at first, then teeth only, gently, eliciting sharp gasps that Slash realised were coming from his own mouth. He couldn't help raising his hands to Axl's hair, clutching clumps of it as he tried to deal with the desperate pleasure coursing through him. He tried not to pull too hard but he felt the other man tilt back his head and moan. 

"Do that again, baby."

As soon as he heard that word, Slash felt a rush of blood to his groin and moisture prickling his eyes. Axl had just called him "baby".  

Slash pulled harder on Axl's hair and relished the feeling of Axl throwing back his head even farther, raising himself on his arms and emitting slow growls from deep within his throat. Slash pushed himself up on one hand and crushed their mouths together. Teeth, lips and tongues frantically collided, pushing, exploring.

They fell back onto the wood. Slash pulled Axl to the side and under him so that Slash was on top, enjoying the feeling of the other man trapped between his legs. He searched in the dark for Axl's waistband, expertly pulling open the button and zip - he had done this often enough with women - and pulling the other man's jeans down his thighs. Strong fingers were at his own fly, Axl picking apart the knot in the laces. Passionate kisses again as they both kicked off their pants, limbs clashing, legs entwining. 

"Commando, I like it," said Axl, pushing his fingers down into Slash's crotch.

Slash had to grin. "What can I say, I've never been the type to wear underwear."

"You little fuckin' tease," growled Axl. He took Slash's cock full into his hand, palming its length, using his thumb to circle precum all over the tip. The delicious swimming in Slash's head took over again, making him shut his eyes tight and moan softly. He was helpless now, wanting this to go on forever. 

Slash felt Axl's head slide down his torso and realised what was about to happen. 

"Fuuuuck," he groaned as he felt smooth lips slide over the tip of his cock and down. Axl was sucking now, gently at first, then harder as Slash became more engorged, filling the other man's mouth and feeling his tip graze the back of Axl's throat. Axl gagged but didn't lose his grip, pumping him with his mouth, sending Slash's eyes rolling back in his head. Somewhere among the psychedelia going on in his brain, Slash realised what they were doing, that they were going farther than last night; somewhere in his mind, a voice questioned it but that voice was weak, so weak, compared to the screaming need in his cock that drowned out all sense, all reason.

The throbbing in his dick was intensifying. He had his hand on the back of Axl's head, feeling it move up and down on him; it was too much, he couldn't take it any more but he didn't want the pleasure to stop. He pushed himself farther forward, feeling teeth glancing off his dick, irresistible suction pulling him in. 

Slash whimpered as fireworks went off behind his eyes. Hot liquid coursed through him and he exploded into Axl's mouth. 

He fell back onto the boards, divine aftershocks running through his chest and down his arms and legs. His cheek touched off the cool wood. He reached out for Axl.

"Did you... swallow?" he asked tentatively, taking the other man into his arms. He felt Axl nodding as his hot breath blew on Slash's chest. 

The things I don't know about this guy, thought Slash. He filed the thought away in his mind for later. He had space in his head only for what they were doing right now. 

They were lying on their sides, chest to chest, arms thrown over each other, noses rubbing gently, delicate kisses coming thick and fast as Slash came down from his orgasm. He wriggled to circle a leg around Axl's hips and lifted him on top. His weight felt so good. Axl's deep, sexy chuckle made him smile. 

"Soooo," Axl murmured, stroking Slash's hair. "Does this mean what I think it does?"

Slash nodded mutely. He was scared but his desire was stronger. 

"Greedy little bitch," Axl hissed in his ear.

Sunset Love ch. 4: I can’t stop myself

Getting up in the morning was never a problem for Slash. The gnawing craving for alcohol woke him every morning early, regardless of how much (or little) he'd slept the night before.

It was around one in the afternoon and he had been up for hours. He had fled the garage as soon as he'd woken that morning, not wanting to face Axl. He had put a stop to things the night before, mumbling something about being tired and jumping up into the loft to sleep. Alone - to be fair, Axl hadn't pushed it; he had stayed on the floor.

As soon as he was out on the street, Slash had forked over the last of his cash from his old newsstand job for a bottle of Jack, then called over to Izzy's place. Izzy's girlfriend was out, so the two spent an agreeable few hours on the sofa, putting away the whisky and talking about  the band.

"Hey, that reminds me," said Izzy, putting down the empty bottle on the shaky coffee table. "The rehearsal space is a fucking disaster, man."

"Whaddya mean?" said Slash, his head lolling pleasantly against the back of the sofa.

"You and Axl live there," replied Izzy. "Me, Duff and Stevie are gonna be there every fuckin' day - and probably a lot of nights. We gotta make it a bit more - I dunno, livable. We gotta fix up somewhere to sleep."

Through his whisky haze, Slash realised what Izzy was getting at.

"Right," he said. "A fuck space."

Izzy chuckled.

"Correct, my friend. I think you'll agree that the rehearsal space is going to be used for that purpose? I don't think any of us is keen to get it on with someone on that fuckin' hard-ass concrete floor."

Slash felt his face get warm. He dipped his head to take a long drag on his cigarette.

Izzy stood up and patted his pockets for his key.

"Uhhh...where we going?" said Slash.

Ten minutes later, Slash found himself ducking his head and following Izzy through a gap in a chain-link fence around into a construction site just off Clark Street. Despite his long history of shop-lifting and general pilfering, Slash was glancing around.

Izzy snorted. "It's Saturday, dude. Construction workers aren't like us - they don't work weekends."

He was right. No-one bothered them as they selected a few lengths of plywood and wooden blocks that were stacked against a wall. Ten minutes later again, they were pulling open the door to the studio on Sunset and Gardner.

Sunlight hit the bare walls inside, cutting through the dark. Incredibly, Axl had been still asleep  in his snakeskin jacket on the concrete floor. He didn't look too happy to see them.

"What the fuck?" Axl groaned, squinting.

"It's the afternoon, asshole," said Izzy, nudging Axl in the side with his toe and, with a grunt, letting the wood he'd been carrying crash to the floor.

Slash noticed the easy camaraderie between the old school friends. He was always more cautious when he talked to Axl. Everyone knew that Axl was a grenade, liable to explode at any moment.

"I'm here to do you a massive favour, Ax," Izzy declared. He started laying out the two-by-fours, then produced a box of nails and some tools from his pocket. "Slash and I realised this place is not very fucking hospitable to the so-called fair sex. Plus there's no space on the floor with all our gear. We're going to build a loft."

Slash spent the next few hours - alongside following Izzy's building instructions - discreetly observing Axl. He found it funny to see him doing manual labour - clearly unwillingly. Probably, Slash thought as he held pieces of wood while Izzy sawed and hammered, Axl felt it was beneath the job of a singer to labour with the rest of them. But Duff and Steven were nowhere to be seen and it was his home, so Axl had to muck in.

It was so sexy the way Axl clenched his jaw when he was annoyed or concentrating. Through his hair, Slash observed the muscles at the angle of Axl's jaw rise and fall. And the way his full lips pursed a little at the same time. Every so often, Slash got annoyed at himself, sneaking looks like a besotted school girl. But he couldn't help himself. Plus, the rehearsal space was tiny - ten by fourteen feet - so they were working literally shoulder to shoulder.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop sensations from last night coming back into his mind. Warm, smooth lips against his own. The sweet, coffee-like aroma of their sweat intensifying as they kissed, slowly, delicately. Breath coming fast and rough from their throats.

"I said hold it steady!" came Izzy's voice, irritated, waking Slash from his reverie.

Slash tried to concentrate. He and Axl were standing in among Steven's drums, holding over their heads the flat wooden structure they had nailed together, while Izzy hammered it to the small wood blocks he had attached to the wall. Slash glanced in Axl's direction and thought, fuuuck. The space had warmed up as the day wore on and Axl had discarded his jacket. He was bare-chested, ropes of muscles in his arms and abdomen on full display.

Slash closed his eyes, willing his twitching cock to be still. He was surprised to notice that sadness was mixed in with his lust. Yes, Axl was naturally strong, but the guy was also thin. The rest of the band, including himself, had mocked the sucked-in-cheeks look Axl had in their one band photoshoot so far. Slash now realised those cheekbones were so prominent because the guy had barely enough to eat.

Izzy was standing back and rubbing his palms on his pants.

"A good day's work, gentlemen!"

And there it was, their new loft. The living space in the studio had just increased by roughly fifty per cent. Just above head height, just enough space to hoist yourself up and roll in, perfect for their purposes. They regarded it with pride.

Slash sucked deeply on a fresh cigarette and frowned.

"Did we, like, just spend the afternoon doing home improvements?" he said.

***

"Man, I love that stuff!" shouted Steven, taking a long swallow and thrusting the bottle high into the night air.

It was around four in the morning on Palm Avenue, West Hollywood. The first shafts of daylight were beginning to tease the grey sky. The five of them were walking home from an uproarious night in Lizzy Grey's sleazy apartment with even sleazier chicks and some coke Duff had produced. They left when the coke was gone. They had pushed all the money they had between them - a few dollars - over the liquor store counter for two bottles of Night Train.

"Eighteen per cent," Axl was saying musingly, looking at the label on the bottle in his own hand. He grinned. "Bottoms up!"

"I'm on the Night Train," sang Duff, his head tilted back, his body full of coked-up energy .

Axl took up the snatch of melody and played with it, flinging his arm around Duff. The two stumbled along, singing out of sync and guffawing with laughter.

Slash trailed the rest of the group as they staggered across the junction onto Sunset. His emotions swirled, despite his attempts all evening to anaesthetise them with coke and booze. The afternoon of hard work cheek-by-jowl with Axl had been followed by an evening of being ignored. Axl literally hadn't looked at him the whole time in Lizzy's. And now to top it all off, here was he, Slash, finding himself simmering with jealousy at Axl and Duff.

He hadn't felt this down in a while. He caught up to Steven, grabbed the bottle and took a long, numbing swallow.

At the junction to Gardner Street, he waved half-heartedly and turned left, not bothering to check if Axl was coming. He made out the door of the studio and pulled out his key chain. The studio looked its usual disastrous state, the half-light throwing into relief the trash, the empty cans and bottles. But at least there was the loft. He summoned up the strength to heave himself up and let his aching body fall onto the flat surface. He surrendered his mind to blessed oblivion.

***

He had no idea how much time had passed when he heard the metallic bang of the studio door, then the familiar deep voice.

"Why'd you disappear, man?"

Slash said nothing. He didn't know what to say.

He heard a grunt, followed by cursing and rustling. Axl was swinging his legs into the loft and lying down beside him. The flash of a lighter briefly illuminated Axl's face, his lips balancing a cigarette. Slash felt a flash of annoyance at the warmth that flared low in his belly at the sight.

"You not talkin' to me or what?" came Axl's voice through the darkness.

"Shut the fuck up," grunted Slash, rolling over onto his side, his back to the other man.

There was silence for a moment. Then a hand on his arm. Slash rolled onto his back. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

"What the fuck is happening here, man?" burst out Slash. "Is this how it's going to be? You never speak to me or look at me all day, even in fucking rehearsals, then here at night you - you - we..." He couldn't find the words to finish.

He heard Axl blow out slowly, his breath controlled. The aroma of tobacco filled the air in the tiny space.

"I don't know either, man," came Axl's voice finally, quiet and measured. "I - I don't know. I just can't stop myself touching you."

Sunset Love ch. 2: Four Walls

Slash lay there, staring up into the dark, feeling the weight of his friend's arm. Why was he not flinging it off? He felt its warmth seep into his skin. It was fucking cold in here now. Despite himself, he inched closer to the other man's body, seeking heat.

He was close enough now to feel Axl's breath through the t-shirt fabric on his shoulder. He remembered from when they first shared a bedroom last year, in Slash's mom's house, being surprised that a jumpy, talkative guy like Axl slept so soundly. His breath came slow and regular, in and out, soothing Slash's anxious mind. The pressure on his hip from the hard floor made him turn his aching body to the other side to seek relief.

Now Axl's breath was on his face. Slash could feel the body heat between them. What was he doing? Axl was a guy, remember? He, Slash, was a red-blooded male, who had slept with more girls than he could ever count, who liked nothing better than a pair of big tits and a wet pussy, who only last night had had some chick's legs wrapped around him up against the wall in the Rainbow car park...

Soft lips brushing against his. Sweet, tasting faintly of whisky.

What the fuck?

He found himself responding, pushing his lips against the other man's, allowing his lips to be gently prised open, feeling wet, persistent tongue exploring his mouth, gliding over his teeth, his gums, probing farther and farther til they were locked in a full-on, deep kiss that made his head swim more than any alcohol, any drug had ever done, and all he could be sure of was that he didn't want it to end.

He reached out and pulled the nape of Axl's neck towards him, feeling the soft baby hair at the hairline, pulling those beautiful, pillowy lips even harder against his own. He had forgotten how amazing this was. His body filled with delicious warmth. The image of sweet caramel came back into his mind.

In the dark, he felt Axl's arm tighten around him. Axl's knee come up over his waist, sliding over the hump of Slash's erection through his leather pants. Their noses switched sides as the kiss went on, hands in each other's hair, sliding over each other's necks, incredulous at what was happening, drinking each other in.

They broke off, gasping. Their jagged breathing cut through the dark and silence. Slash found his forehead at the other man's shoulder, feeling the bone through the warm skin. Axl's hand moved to his jaw, leaving one last gentle kiss on his mouth. He heard the rustle of skin on leather as the other man turned over, then silence.  

After a few seconds,  Axl's breath came slow and measured again. He was asleep.

Slash lay stunned, looking blindly into the dark. His head swirled crazily. Had that really just happened? There was no denying the swelling in the front of his pants, pressing almost painfully against the lace ties.

He knew only one cure for the cacophony of thoughts and feelings. He turned over and fumbled around the on floor for the bottle.

Shit. They'd drunk all the booze.

He felt his way along the block wall to the door and pushed it open. Milky dawn light was seeping across the sky over Guitar Center and the flat roofs of Sunset Boulevard beyond. The lot was empty. The ever present traffic hummed, at a lower volume than usual at this hour.

He closed the door quietly - the last thing he wanted was to wake Axl now. He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed up the alley in the direction of the nearest 24-hour liquor store.