A Favor
Axl Rose x Reader
Concept: You work as Axl’s PA during the Use Your Illusion Era, but to Axl, you could be of more use.
Warning: 3,000 Words of S M U T
(*ovaries have left chat*)
You watch as the supermodel twirls her hair, tilting her head almost enough to snap her neck as she listens to Axl. It didn’t take a genius to recognize that she wasn’t much into his rambling as she was into making him believe she cared, but you had no room to speak. Instead, you were busy sorting out Axl’s suitcase for him before you all headed onto a plane back to North America for the next leg of the tour.
Needless to say, your arms were beginning to hurt from having to fold so many clothes since Axl had a habit of crumpling them and squeezing them together to make it all fit inside. Now and then, you snickered at the graphics, or just some of the outfit choices in general, like a shirt that read ‘Nobody Knows I’m a Lesbian’. You even blushed as you came across a personal favorite, his Marlboro t-shirt he’d worn during their concert in Indiana. You examined the fabric for a moment, recalling how he had paired it with a light pink bandana, thinking him to be utterly gorgeous throughout the show where he’d offered compassion to his fans and nailed every note with ease.
“Should I wear that one for our next show?” Axl’s voice erupted you from your thoughts, urging you to look up. By now, Stephanie had left the room, plausibly to catch her flight back to New York, where she was staying.
“You don’t have to,” you murmured, looking through some of his options. “This black fishnet can work wonders.”
Axl snorted, giving you a playful eye roll as he sat back down on the hotel sofa. You can tell he was instantly sucked back into his thoughts just by the way he appeared— the familiar hunch of his shoulders, his pursed lips, and the way his knee began to bob relentlessly.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Boss?” You murmured, sensing his tension pivoting around the room. You’d been warned many times before taking up the job that Axl was hard to deal with, not only as a friend, but just his mere presence could be tiring. Though you continue to stick beside him, mainly because you fear him having to deal with losing another person in his life.
Axl looks up at you, scrutinizing you in a way that felt unfamiliar. The chartreuse in his eyes had darkened, a mysterious grey seeming to swivel around his dilated pupils.
“Do you think she loves me?” He asks abruptly, his voice lacking of any tone you could decipher as a specific emotion.
“Stephanie?” You think for a moment, regarding whether it’d be wrongful to tell him of your exact thoughts. But Axl was never not honest with you, and he deserved the same respect in return. “Frankly, I-I don’t...”
Axl nods, but he remains peering at you.
“C’mere, Y/N,” he orders, but you remain stagnant. If you came any closer, you would be hovering over him, perhaps too close to his lap, especially in a place as intimate as the couch where borders could easily be broken.
“Just c’mere,” he says, this time in a sharper manner, and you reluctantly oblige, stepping forward. Right before him, looking down at him, you can catch the aroma of nicotine and a hint of cologne emanating off of him. You thought of all the times you were able to recognize his scent, even in a subtle moments such as when he walked past you to get to the stage or to his dressing room. But now, you two were this close, and all you wanted was to feel closer to him. He was a mystery you wished to unravel, to lose yourself in the twists and turns that make up his complex persona. But he was somebody else’s.
“Can you do me a favor, dear?” He cocks his head at you, and you almost fall breathless as you discern the look in his eyes to be of lust.
“Anything,” you exhale, almost too quickly and confidently for your own liking, but he only smirks in approval.
“Kneel down right there, on the floor.”
You frown as you look at the spaces on the couch beside him, though after working for him for a good extent of time, you’ve acquired a fair idea of how picky and demanding he could be. Therefore, you knelt down just as he’d asked, looking up at him sheepishly. You watch as his fingers graze across his own belt, beginning to undo it as you recognize your own look of desire lingering in the reflections on his rings.
“Slide this off for me,” he tells you as he pushes his pants down to his thighs, and you quickly pull them down further, tossing them aside. Looking up at him, you can already see the bulge almost bigger than the height of your face. “Again,” he continues, this time with his briefs, prompting you to pull them down, stopping as you watch his cock spring free from the garment. You can hardly tear your gaze off of it, feeling almost intimidated seeing him in a position like that right before you. His legs spread slightly, his cock almost to his stomach, white droplets of precum already beading off the reddened tip. And of course, the way he looked at you, as though a treasure placed right before him.
It was unfaithful of him, and of you regarding that you were just his assistant. But your pussy was already beginning to throb in your underwear as you never longed for a more desirable sight.
“Suck me off, Y/N,” he gives his next demand.
You lean closer, resting your hands on his knees, taking a moment to register the abrupt turn of events as you look up at him. “Are y-you sure?”
“Of course, I need this, I need you to do this...” His hand reaches to caress your cheek, and you almost lose yourself in the reassuring smile he gives you, a flash of sweetness in a moment of sensuality.
Without wasting another second, you salivate your mouth, gliding your tongue from the base to the tip of his long cock. Instantly, he relaxes into the back of the couch, inspecting you as you get a feel for him. Your tongue travels every vein before you wrap your lips around the head, looking up at him as you swirl your tongue around it.
“Fuck...” he exhales, and his voice is already rasped and deepened with an appetite, one of which you devote yourself to salvaging. His fingers thread through your hair as you bring your lips down further, hollowing your cheeks to allow room for his girth to push through. His hips rise from the cushion, descending and ascending again and again as he pushes your head down further. You don’t realize how far you’ve taken him until you feel his cock hitting the back of your throat. His hand had moved down to your neck, his thumb brushing along your chin in a slow and lazy manner as he released a deep moan.
You bobbed your head, caressing his balls in a more conscious manner regarding the tenderness there, though keeping your actions around his cock swift and sensual.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice laced with seduction as you come back up, allowing the saliva that was starting to choke you spill out over his cock. He smirked as he smeared your own drool over your cheek with his thumb, slapping your face lightly before pushing you back down on his cock. You gag around him, though he continues to hold you there, bucking his hips over and over and fucking your mouth ruthlessly.
He brings you back up, giving you a moment to cough and gather back your strength. He pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside before his hands fall to his sides as he sinks back further into the couch. “Take your clothes off.”
You don’t hesitate, instantly denuding before him. As you unclasp your bra, you look up at him, eyeing the lustful anticipation in his eyes and allowing the bra to fall, your nipples hardening with the brisk flush of the air conditioner hitting them.
“Come up here, beauty,” he murmurs, even though you haven’t taken your thong off. You climb onto his lap, looking at him shyly as he wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand stroking your breasts tenderly. A lilting mewl escapes your lips as you lean back a bit, allowing him to almost cradle you as his fingers flick against the sensitive flesh. You shiver as you watch him lean closer, his tongue circling one of your areoles before flattening against your nipple.
“Axl,” you whisper, closing your eyes as you relax into the feeling, growing even more wet as he begins to nip and suck at different m places along your breasts, leaving reddened splotches that you were certain would progress into hickeys in only a matter of time. Your hand reaches to wrap around his cock, lazily stroking his erection as his lips travel your body.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he mumbles against you. You open your eyes as he rests you down on the cushion, watching him adjust himself between your legs, feeling almost too seen in such a vulnerable position. Though the way he adorns your body with soft hands and agile lips, you feel desired for the first time in the longest while.
His index fingers hook along the remaining skimpy fabric between you and him, and you lift your hips, allowing him to pull them down to your knees. You blush as he leans down, so close to your pussy that he could inhale the arousal riveting off of you.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he comments, pressing a kiss to your clit, his eyes meeting yours. “S’all mine tonight...”
“A-Are you going to fuck me?” You inquire shyly, feeling your juices glazing your inner thighs, needing him more than ever.
“I’m gonna take my time with you,” he says, giving you a cute wink as he kisses along your pussy again. You witness your own wetness glistening off his lips, leaning your head back and sighing with a mix of contentment and desire. You wouldn’t mind Axl making love to you all night, especially if it was all you could have him for.
He takes his time rubbing his lips against your pussy, his fingers now and then dragging across your folds, spreading your wetness. He minds it as though a cat playing with a mouse, getting a feel for which places brought goosebumps to your skin whenever he touched them, and simply just admiring seeing something so perfect before him. You instinctively spread your legs further as you feel his sharp tongue flick against your clit, sliding beneath it and running down your folds with as much dexterity as his own finger could do.
“A-Axl,” you whimper as you feel yourself throbbing for him, needing him to move quicker or you’d just combust.
“Patience,” he hisses, looking up at you hastily before reverting his attention back to his little game. You sit up to grasp a better view of him, lacing your fingers into his hair and propping your leg on his shoulder. He leaves kisses along your inner thighs before spreading your folds again, his tongue flicking harshly against your opening, lapping up the juices dripping out of you. “So fuckin’ wet for me...”
“Shit!” You moan loudly as he shoves the tip of his tongue inside of you without hesitation, drawing back before doing it again, his teeth grazing over your folds as he pushes his tongue deeper and deeper.
You couldn’t begin to decipher if he treated Stephanie this good, if he even cared to eat her out with as much passion as he was with you, thrusting his tongue in and out and slobbering over your tight pussy. And it wasn’t as though you cared either. If he needed you, then it was enough to show that she couldn’t even begin to chip away at the layers of satisfaction he vied for.
You let him know how good he was making you feel, gripping his hair a bit tighter and letting out pornographic moans, ones of which so passionate and raw that he almost lost himself in how perfect you sounded.
“You taste so good, darlin’,” he murmurs, sending vibrations right up your pussy. You shudder as you scoot up to the arm of the couch, pulling him back up to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his own, kissing him with all the desire pent up inside of you since the moment you first ever saw him.
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back onto his lap as his tongue rolls around your own, allowing you to taste your own sweetness.
“P-Please, I need you inside of me,” you whisper rashly as you pull away, rubbing yourself against his length, your folds spreading along him as you sway your hips.
“Such a needy little thing...” He smirks as his hands hold either side of your waist, his rings grazing into your skin as he lifts you, bringing you carefully back down on his cock. A mix of pain and pleasure courses through you as you feel your walls tearing to make room for his girth.
“Fuck,” you gasp as he brings you down all the way, his cock buried inside of you now. You rest your hands on his shoulders, taking a moment to gather yourself as he trails kisses along your jaw and neck.
“My pretty little gal,” he whispers, fondly snaking his arms around your waist, holding you against his chest as you subtly circle your hips.
“I-I’m not yours,” you reply, your voice just above a whisper as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “She is.” You can feel him tense up, though he doesn’t loosen the embrace he holds you in.
“I’m gonna figure this out,” he reassures, his nose brushing against your cheek as you speaks to you closely, every word right in your ear as they belong to you only.
You lift your hips, beginning to ride him as your thighs straddled either side of his waist. He adjusts again, holding you close with one arm as he rested a hand on the cushion, making it easier for him to maintain balance as he bucked his hips up into your tight hole. You moved with him, rolling your hips into his, circling them, lifting them, dropping them— doing anything to continue expelling the deep grouses and moans from his lips.
He sounded so perfect; like everything you’ve ever wanted.
You yelp as you feel his thrusts getting sharper and stronger, eventually being shoved back against the cushions as he clambers on top of you. Your legs spread further for him, and you could care less for the pain in your inner thighs as he hammered himself into you.
In a moment like this, you’re able to get a better look at him. You watch as sweat glistens off his chest and abs, his hair darkening with the perspiration that’d soaked it, and his eyes hooded with carnality. You feel yourself getting closer, wishing to hang onto the moment. His hands move from your hips and up into his own hair, stilling himself and allowing you to writhe yourself against him, slowly enough to examine the way his big cock disappeared into your pussy.
Axl smirked as he looked down at you, adoring you and your actions. “Take your time, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m getting close, too.”
You blush as you pull away completely, seeing his tip already bubbling with his cum, letting him enter you again, almost instinctively recognizing the warmth inside of you to be of his own essence.
“Axl...” you whimper, feeling closer as he twitches inside of you.
“Cum around me, baby,” he tells you, his final order as he lowers himself on top of you, kissing your lips hungrily.
And you don’t hesitate, instantly feeling warmth contriving in your lower stomach, your pussy throbbing harder than ever as your walls close in on him. It doesn’t take long before you feel his own cum spilling into you, his body weakly collapsing on top of you.
You two remain there for another hour or so, your legs wrapped around his waist, his cheek pressed against your chest as he listens to your heartbeat. You’ve never been in such an intimate moment, and never did you anticipate having him even wish to stay clinging to you after all that’d just gone down.
“Was it love, or was it just sex, Axl?” You whisper, your fingers brushing through his strawberry hair. He smiles against your chest, perhaps because your heartbeat has quickened significantly, or was he just that infatuated?
“It was everything to me, love.”
“And what about her?” You frown as you remember Stephanie, feeling a bit of shame broiling in your stomach.
“She doesn’t matter, Y/N,” Axl tells you, looking up at you. “She can’t matter compared to you.”
“I’m gonna end it,” he interrupts hastily. “I don’t want to miss feeling like I matter because I chose to spend time with someone who could care less about me.”
You sigh as you look at him, your thumb brushing against the height of his cheekbone. “You do matter.”
He smiles as he rises up, kissing your lips softly. “And thanks to you, it’s not some facade. It’s a reality.”
