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Feels Like Gold
Jake Kiszka x AFAB/GN reader
18+
Warnings: graphic sexual content, oral sex (both rec), penatrative sex, swearing, alcohol use, chris appearance (he needs his own warning), etc.
Word count: 1.9k
Ok so I've never written fanfiction BUT I really wanted some pirate jakey, so little summary is you've been 'disguised' as a man on his ship for a year and your captain is drunk, horny, and desperate ermmm yeah yay!
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The year is 1689, you are disguised as a man, working as a deckhand on 'The Golden Fleet'.
The captain, Jacob Thomas, as any captain is, or at least should be, was ruthless. At the time, he is one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas. You have watched this man battle the greatest, he pulled a sword on fucking Blackbeard, the man beat guns with a fucking sword!
For the most part, the crew was scared of him, and reasonably so. No one dare disobey his orders or commands, no matter how insane, lest they want their head chopped off.
Despite all of this, you had taken a strange interest in him. Maybe even a liking. For a filthy, drunken pirate, he was surprisingly gorgeous. His eyes were entrancing, dark and deep, holding grotesque secrets of the sea. His skin was rough and tan from days in the sun on the water, working and commanding. His clothes were dark, worn down. Occasionally, he would steal new things when the ship stopped at ports. Silken shirts and nice leathers, but he usually just wore the same things till they fell apart. Over time you had taken a fondness to him, and it seems, he to you.
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Usually, every few weeks, the ship would stop for a day at a port, not for the crews leisure, but for the captains. He needed his….fixes. He would disappear for the entire time, off with groups of maidens, whores, and when he returned, he would be in a much better mood. At the moment though, you were too far out at sea to stop. It had been around 4 months, and the men were starting to get desperate. Your captain, in particular, had been in a horrible mood. Far more angry than usual, screaming at the crew, and staying cooped up in his quarters, soaked in booze.
It was extraordinarly late at night, the moon was high, the ship was rocking with the waves and wind. You were lying awake in your makeshift bed, unable to sleep. Suddenly, you were approached by Chris, the first mate. He was standing above you. He nudged you with his boot to get your attention. "The captain wishes to see you..in his quarters." He gave you a little smile before disappearing.
You quietly make your way to Jacob's door, deep within the ship, away from the crew. He liked his privacy. You knock quietly at the worn down wood, and his voice bellows out, slurred. "Come in."
You carefully open the door, and you are met with a sight that makes your cunt weep. Jacob sits in an old chair, his legs spread open, his head hung down. His shirt was popped open, all but the last 2 buttons undone. He had a painfully obvious erection, prominent under the leather of his pants. His fingers on one side were curled around the neck of an almost-empty bottle of rum. His long hair had fallen in front of his face, and he peered up at you through it. "Birdie..c'mere" He said, beckoning you forward with his free hand.
Bird. The nickname he had bestowed upon you, when, on your first day on his ship, a seagull shit on your head. He had watched you struggle to wash it out, teasing you the entire time for it. A week later, the same happened to him, and he claims you cursed him.
You awkwardly made your way over to him until you stood between his legs. He slowly tilted his head back to look at you, taking in your features for a moment. His voice comes out low and raspy.
"Kneel."
You hesitate for a moment, frozen by shock. He couldn't be serious? You are quickly corrected that he is, when his eyebrows furrow angrily, and he raises his voice ever so slightly.
"You heard me. Kneel. Obey your Captain."
Not wanting to risk pissing him off any further, you immediately drop to your knees before him. He grins at that.
"There you go. Good." And with that, his free hand is buried in your hair, roughly shoving you forward until your nose is pressed against his crotch. You look up at him wide eyed for a moment, before relaxing a little into it, gently mouthing at him through the leather.
He groans. "Y'know what I want"
He fumbles with the button of his pants until it pops open, shoving them down his thighs until his cock springs free. He's incredibly hard, dripping with precum. This close you can smell him, every little scent, mixed together, making your head swim. It's musky. Sweat, salt, cigar smoke, booze, leather, dust, and something you can't quite place.
"C'mon, little birdie…love on my cock, won't you?"
Tentatively, you lick a long stripe up the underside of it before placing a little kiss on the tip. He takes another swig of his booze, his eyes locked on yours. He lets out a shuddering breath when you suck the head into your mouth.
He rolls his hips up and shoves your head down, forcing himself down your throat, groaning in pleasure when you swallow around him. "Fuck.." The word trembles out of him. "Natural, aren't you? You do this for the rest of the crew?"
You quickly shake your head no, and he grins, chuckling softly. Holding you by the hair, he bucks his hips up again, fucking into your mouth. He sighs. "Don't make me do all the work."
Slowly, you bob your head up and down along him, sucking and lapping at him lightly. His head falls back against the chair. Uncontrolled, slurred moans and curses spilled from his lips. You pick up the pace, hands grabbing at his thighs, his moans getting louder.
His hips stutter up, and that is the only warning you get before your mouth is filled with his release. He leans forward, his fingers digging into your hair as he moans breathlessly, writhing a bit, nearly dropping the rum bottle. After a moment he slowly pulls you off but grabs your chin, shoving your mouth shut, forcing you to swallow. He smirks when you do.
"There. Thanks, bird."
His calloused fingers cup your cheek for just a moment, running his thumb over your bottom lip, swiping away the saliva and cum left there. After a minute, he rises from his chair, setting the bottle down, he stumbles over to his bed. "Well, come on, then. I won't wait all night."
You scramble to your feet and over to his bed. He reaches over and grabs you by the shirt, throwing you down on to the bed with a little thud. His was much more comfortable than your own. His fingers hook under the edge of the shirt and pull it upwards. "Cap'n-" You gasp out, but it was too late.
He stares down at the cloth tied tightly around your chest curiously, one of his eyebrows quirked up in question. You look up at him, wide eyed and fearful. He runs a hand across it, and when you don't wince in pain, his curiosity grows ever stronger.
You struggle to form an answer, just looking up at him. "What- why?-" Jacob says softly, confused. His fingers find one end of the fabric and he unwraps it, pulling it off of your body. You turn your head away, hiding your face as you tremble beneath him, horrified.
"Oh, bird…." He looks at you in awe as he realizes. His hands run across your chest, squeezing lightly. After a minute he speaks quietly. "..'M not gonna kick you off the ship. Well, with a deal. You stay open to me, let me have you whenever I please, and this stays our little secret, Al-right?"
You nod quickly. "Yes- yes- anything you want, Captain." You say quickly, still shaking with the shock of it all. His hands slip down your stomach to your pants, unbuttoning them and tugging them down and entirely off of you. He shoves your thighs open and dips his head down.
He groans at the sight of your soaked cunt. Without a thought to it, he pressed his face against you, inhaling deeply as his nose brushed against you, his tongue delving inside.
He almost whines at the taste of you. It makes you cry out, your back arching up off the bed. His nails dig into your hips, holding you down as he lapped at you like he was a starved man, and your cunt was his very favorite meal.
He continues this for a few minutes, bringing you right to the edge. And when he knows you are about to release, he stops, grinning as he watches you struggle in frustration.
He lifts his head up, and, Gods, was he a sight. His eyes hazy, his hair a mess, his lips, shaded pinker than usual from kissing and sucking at you, and the best, his entire chin, lips, some of his cheeks, and the tip of his nose glistened with your slick.
He gets up to kick off his own pants, and abandon his shirt. You drink in the sight of his naked form, the only thing left being his jewelry. Doubloons that dangled from his neck. Carefully crafted, and carefully stolen rings of silver adorning his hands, and the hoop earrings that you got a glimpse of every so often when he pushed his hair back.
He climbed back atop of you, kneeled between your thighs. He pushed your legs up, one of his hands gripping the back of one of your thighs, the other, wrapped around the base of his cock. He gave himself a few quick strokes before pulling you up by the hips and lining himself up, letting his tip graze against you.
With one push, he was buried completely inside of you. His head fell forward, giving a loud groan, almost a growl. He stilled for a moment so you both could adjust to the feeling, before beginning to slowly rock his hips, starting out in time with the ship. He was fucking you in time with the waves. What a man.
"Fuck, you really are a little bird. Singing so pretty for me…"
The mixture of both yours and his moans fill the small room. His fingers had a grip on your hips that you knew would leave a bruise by sunrise. He sped up his movements, grunting through gritted teeth.
You could feel yourself quickly getting close again, and, by the sloppiness of his movements, it seems Jacob was too. You scramble to hold on to him, nails digging into his shoulders. He snarls, pounding into you roughly. "Come on. Fuckin do it!" He growls out the words lowly.
And with that, you felt the coil deep in your stomach release, crying out as the waves of pleasure washed over and through you, making you tremble. He was close behind you, giving a final thrust before spilling inside of you, his mouth open, his head hanging back.
You both were panting as you came down from your highs. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, making you whine. He smirked as he watched his cum dripping out of your cunt. "What a mess." He sighed, but had no intention of cleaning it up.
He climbed out of bed, retrieving his booze, and tossing a scrap handkerchief at you, letting you wipe yourself off. After taking a long drink of rum, he flopped back down on the bed and threw one arm over you, cuddled up close.
"Thanks, birdie."
I like 'em tough and mean, Jim is the worst that I've ever seen
♫Izzy Stradlin and Timo Kaltio♪
In case anyone doesn't know Timo Kaltio, he was a guitarist in some bands like Hanoi Rocks, Cherry Bombz, Cheap & Nasty and others.(He passed away on September 2, 2021)
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Information taken from Pinterest.
• Izzy and Timo met when Izz arrived alone at a Hanoi Rocks concert in the Midwest of the United States.With no money to see the concert or return home, Timo gets him a backstage pass and pays for his bus ticket so he can return home after Izzy helped him set up Andy McCoy's guitars. From what people say, they remained friends.
Image that accompanied this story:
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As a bonus, a photo of the two of them together (I think in the late 80s).
Hi I'm Betty!, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
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Don't leave us ♡
Hello everyone, dear Gnr community, how have you been?.I don't usually publish because I'm just a small medium for some interviews or stories about the band.(mostly about Izzy Stradlin)
However, I am a VERY active person on Tumblr, I'm browsing here all the time, and thanks to that I have noticed a lot of hate in the Guns'n Roses community, for some reason many Anonymous people have appeared to throw hate at Gnr accounts.
All of this is causing many to leave this app, it really is something so sad, knowing that there are not many of us who publish here about rock and Gnr, (I know there are accounts, but the ones that were most active are filling up). It is sad to see how all those people full of poison and hatred achieve their goal.
I just ask that if you see someone who is receiving hate from those cowardly people, leave a sweet message on their account, obviously if you don't feel comfortable just do it in the options anon or just give it a heart on a post , just by leaving your support in some way you show that account that there are more people who are interested in what it publishes.
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I know you might be ignoring this, but I at least wanted to make it clear that I support all the Guners, and if you need anything, just write me something in my questions box.
Hi I'm Betty!, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡
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♫ Bad Obsession- Demo ♪
Hi Sweeties, a few days ago I was searching for some stuff on YouTube and found a demo of 'Bad Obsession', the one where only Izzy sings. I'll leave you with a minute of the song and the link in case you want to listen to it in full (the audio isn't the best):
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Song link:
https://youtu.be/GYfZr0QkIdM?si=-EJllF2JU4IKhHeG
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If you notice, this shows that Izzy from the beginning compose music like his solo music or with Izzy Stradlin And the Juju Hounds, only that he made it something "more rock" for what it represents Gnr.
What do you think of this demo?
Hi I'm Betty!, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
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♫ A headache ♪
In an interview with the former guitarist of the band Izzy and the Ju Ju Hound, he told an anecdote about Izzy and an annoying fan.
-One day at a concert somewhere in Australia, we were being escorted by some security guys, we noticed a fan who was magically appearing at every venue we played.
He kept yelling "IZZY, IZZY LOOK AT ME", Izzy was tired of it so he turned to a security guard and said "Can you hit the guy over there who's been asking for the same thing for a week?"
Hi I'm Betty!, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE INCREDIBLE IZZY STRADLIN! (I just wanted to leave this anecdote for this special day haha)
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♫Izzy Stradlin and his guitar♪
The 'Hard Rock Café' is a fast food chain with a rock theme, reaching various parts of the world. In them you can find instruments or clothing, which some rockestars used.
In Curaitiba Brazil, there is one of these cafes and there is an Izzy guitar there.
This:
It's a guitar that I use on multiple occasions
I attach some photos:
Other than that, I found a picture of the guitar before it was restored, it had Izzy's signature and was somewhat worn:
Hi!, I'm Betty, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
This free time is killing me (I need friends lmao).
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♫Conflict with the reunion♪
Probably most of you know this, but I think it's not a bad idea to tell it again.
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When the return of the original members of GNR was planned.When they were already confirming who would be there, it was announced that Izzy would not be on this tour and things began to be speculated.
Axl and Duff gave an interview where they talked about the reunion that the old members had. In all this, Axl confused people when he said the reason why Izzy would not be in the reunion.
Axl:"I don't know what to say about Izzy, it's like having a conversation that goes one way and the next day it goes the other way. It's not that I want to be mean to him, it's just that he is like that."
However, Izzy didn't agree with what Axl said and he answered.
Izzy:'"That's a lie, they didn't want to share the loot equally. Better to move on."
One of the speculations that was said, is that at one point, when they were about to reach an agreement and have everyone go on the tour, one of them asked for more money(Axl, Duff or Slash). I note that this is repeated a few times, but I don't really see it as confirmed, take it as you will.
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I'm not naming Steven here because he had already said "no", he had some health problems with his spine and he wouldn't be able to attend the tour (although he was able to make some appearances at some shows during the tour).
Hi!, I'm Betty, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
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An interview in the beginning
I found an interview from the beginning of the band. I'm bringing it here so you can see a bit of the humor and sarcasm that Izzy had.
Axl spoke most of the interview in a low, somewhat serious voice, while Izzy was in the background making comments like:"We don't care about that", "That's a stupid question", "Next" or "Fuck your interview".
On the other hand, Duff seemed drunk, Steven was trying to flirt with a girl who was there and Slash seemed to be the mediator trying to solve the band's problems.
The interviewer (a woman) began to ask the ages of the members, everyone looked seriously at each other, until they spoke:
Axl:"Sure, we'll reveal our ages."
Duff:"Yeah, we don't care, I'm nineteen years old"
Axl:"I am twenty-four"
Slash:"No, Duff is twenty-two and I'm nineteen"
Izzy:"This is really not relevant..."
Slash:"Come on, say it..."
Izzy:"Axl isn't twenty-four, he's a million years old! He's seen it all!"
The interviewer: "Now let's go with the real ages"
Izzy:"What about the shit about ages? We don't care about that shit"
Slash:Izzy is twenty-three and Steven is twenty-one"
Izzy:"Write that for the Rainbow, so they'll let us through."
(...)
Slash:"Yes, I mean...I loved my dog"
Izzy:"But then the dog died and now he has Steven!"
Steven:"Oh fuck you!"
Hi!, I'm Betty, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
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Izzy and his paranormal experience
In 2001, Izzy gave an interview to Metal ls-2001. In this interview, they was asked if he had ever had any paranormal experiences.
Below I will quote Izzy's words as best I can, really most of his story is not understood nor is what he wanted to tell us (damn Izzy):
Izzy: I have had experiences that altered the out-of-body state, most of them were caused by drugs. I do meditation now and I find it very important. You know what? I try to practice it at least twice a day and I don't always get it, but I found that I can get into a similar state and feeling to what opiates gave me, and of course there is no hangover.(...) But there was one time when I was sure I was about to overdose, well I was experimenting with opiates for the first time.I was lying there while a song by "The Who" was playing on the radio, I remember it was "Teenage Wasteland". I went back on the opiates, which made me feel like I had trouble breathing, probably my lungs were closing down, although that didn't really happen and I remember waking up, It was like "agasp-uhhhh!". That was all weird, really scary.
It was the closest thing I had to something strange for me. A strange experience and probably not a good one!
Hi!, I'm Betty, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
Do you consider this a paranormal experience? I only justify it because it's Izzy :)
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♫ Izzy and his ex-girlfriends ♪
Mark Canter, ex photographer of the band (Duff considered him a sixth member because he was one of the few who believed in GNR when they were nothing), He was making a book about the band in 1985, they started with a draft first and the band showed great interest in it.
Izzy being our beautiful boring boy (it just a joke, silly),he did not show any interest in this book and didn't check the photos that the book would contain, so he left that meeting, but he came back to give it a "second check".Mark had the great idea of playing a prank on Izzy, telling him that he invited TWO of his ex-girlfriends that day , so that the book would be more Informative.Izzy just run of the place and he didn't contribute to the book.
15 years after what happened, Izzy was on a call with Mark, Izz told him he was interested in collaborating on the book, but the supposed invitation from the ex-girlfriends scared him.
Hi!, I'm Betty, my first language is not English, so...if you see any mistake or something doesn't worck in this text, let me know and I will correct my mistake, Honey ♡.
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Marilyn Manson from Middle Ages. Manson is the pontiff. Twiggy is the camerlengo. Pogo is the cardinal. Ginger is the archbishop. John is the duke.
it’s my birthday so here’s this shitty post.
playing bully these days
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Also posted on tiktok @ izzystradlinssparklewand 🤗 tho I don’t think tiktok will actually let me post it that app hates me I swear
I need more Lana del Rey/rock n roll girlies on twitter !! I have no idea how to actually work this app not really, so if your seeing this drop your twitter @ 😄😄
cyrinda foxe and david johansen at the copacabana opening for andy warhol’s interview magazine, 1976
cyrinda foxe and david johansen for andy warhol's interview magazine, august 1974
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.
Kelly with a kitty 😏😏
Kitty=cute
Kelly=cute
Not my photos.
𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒔𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: the band goes to the seventh veil after a show, and a certain room catches richies eye. Richie wanders in curiously and gets a 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒔𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strip tease (sorta?), tell me if I missed any
𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗
The smell of cheap perfume, desperation, and alcohol filled my senses as we entered the seventh veil. Men scattered over the place with nothing but lust filled eyes. Girls practically naked all over the place. Any man’s dream.
"Alright fellas" Dave yelled slapping me and Jonon our shoulders. "Let's get fuckin lucky tonight!" The boys whoop'd in the crowd, Tico and Dave going to the front stage.
Alec, Jon, and I going to the bar. "I thing we killed it, I've never heard that people scream for an encore" Alec laughed as we ordered our drinks.
"Yeah man, it was awesome" I said shaking my glass a little. We could hear Dave's voice in the background flirting up some chick with big tits. Tico just sat and watched the show on front of him.
"Dude you seem tense. Loosen up" Jon shook my shoulders a little. "I know you wanna get laid. Or at least you need to." Jon smirked looking behind him to David and Tico. "Let's go see them girls!" He pulled me to the front of the stage where the girls were dancing.
As I was watching the guys drool over the women, a certain sign caught my eye. ‘The Bubble Bath’ What the hell was that? “I’ll be right back” I mutter to the guys. I walked to the white neon sign scattered with bubbles. The walkway covered by beaded curtains made of silver beads and plastic bubbles. I moved half of the beaded curtains to enter the room.
The room was light blue, it had a stage with a pole in the middle of the room with a velvet couch in front of it, a hot tub in the back corner, and bubble machines in every corner except for the one with the hot tub. The room smelled much better than the outside, vanilla and brown sugar instead of liquor and arousal.
My eyes searched the room, when a soft voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Can I help you with something?” I jumped slightly at the sound before looking around.
I turned to see a beautiful woman in a baby blue silk robe, the matching piece of fabric tied tied into a bow in front around her waist, holding the robe closed. Her long h/c hair curly and teased, perfectly flowing over her shoulders. Her name tag spelled out “Bubbles”
Heat rose to my face “Oh uhm… I was just looking around” I said nervously rubbing the back of my neck. “Richie Sambora?” She smirked “I’m so honored” she places her hand on her heart, showing her painted nails.
I was in a trance from her soft and sexy voice. It's enough to make a man weak at the knees.
My hormones getting the best of me like a teenager. "You can, only if you want to sweetheart" I said winking giving back the same energy. "Well would you like a show superstar?" She asked.
Who wouldn't want a show from her? She fucking gorgeous and nice. "Anything from you" she smirked with those beautiful lips.
"Well have a seat" she pointed to the couch before going to where the music was playing.
I watched as her hips swayed from side to side. I sat back and waited intently.
"Pick your poison" she said turning for me to answer. "Surprise me" I saw a mischievous smirk on her face before turning to the newest Def Leppard album. 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' ringing through my ears. She walked back over between the stage and the couch, right in front of me, she slowly pulled the string on her robe to undo the bow, letting the robe slide down her shoulders slowly, letting it fall to the ground. She wore a thin baby blue lingerie set.
She made her way to the pole swinging gently with her smooth leg wrapped neatly around it. Her moves were enough to make anyone move around in their seat. She stopped her dance and made her way towards me, our matching smirks.
She swayed her hips, tuning her hands all over her silky, smooth, body. Running down from her plump breasts to her smooth stomach. She struts towards me and straddles my lap. My hands rest on her thighs as she leans over and grabs the bubbly from the little table next to the couch. She takes the cork between her teeth and pulls it out, letting it fal out of her mouth. She tips her head back and pours it, not much making it into her mouth as it drips into the valley between her breasts. When her head tips back down she puts the bottle to my lips and tips it, the bubbly pouring into my mouth.
She sets the bubbly down when a tipsy Jon stumbles through the bead curtains. He chuckles “sorry for interrupting but we gotta go. The boys are drunk out of their minds and we have to leave before they try anything” he smiles charmingly and winks at bubbles before walking out. I huff and she smiles, getting up from my lap. She writes something down on a piece of paper and folds it, handing it to me.
“Maybe next time rockstar” she smiles, standing a little bit on her tippy toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. I walk out, taking a peek in the note. She wrote down her phone number. I put in in my back pocket, definitely going to use it later.
A/n: this is my first time writing smut so please give me some advice and sorry if it’s bad!
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