80s Band Imagines

🧡Axl #3- I'm Yours

For anyone wondering, I'm not a whore.
Contrary to what the guys might think.
And right now, you're probably reading this going "What the fuck is happening?"
Well, let me tell you.

30 minutes earlier...

"June-bug."
Duff slurred as he turned to look at me.

"What Duffles?"

"Is it true Axl's dick is 7 inches?"
He smirked.

"How the fuck do you want me to know that?"
I asked blushing.

"Cut the shit June, we all know you're fucking him."
Slash replies from my right.

"I'm not fucking Axl."

"Well then Axl's fucking you."
Steven said from across the table.

"I'm not fucking Axl and Axl isn't fucking-"

"Who am I not fucking?"
Axl asks before I can finish my sentence.

"June."
Steven replied.

"Totally not. She's still whoring over John."
Axl replied sitting across from me, between Izzy and Steven.

"Guys cut it-"

"I'm not a whore Axl."
I said cutting off Izzy.

"No, just when it comes to John."
Axl teased.

"I'm not a whore for or after him."
I said growing irritated with the singer.

"Sure."

The boys started talking about your for a while before the waiting came over.

"So what's your name?"
Axl asks.

"John."
The guy replies.

"Not Wallsen June. Don't get excited."
Axl says, pushing my last button.

"Go fuck yourself Axl."
I said getting up and walking away from the table.

"Oh c'mon baby, I'm just messin' around."

"Fuck off."
I yelled, not caring if I caused a scene.

**************

See what I mean?
I'm not a whore. I stopped talking to John a while ago, so Axl pulled that out of his ass.

We were fucking on the side. Me and Axl. Fuck buddies.
That's what we agreed on.

I'm not sure why he pissed me off so much. I think it just bugged me how he practically called me a whore in front of the guys.

I don't know either. But I was pissed.
So I stormed into the hell house and slammed the door as hard as I could before trudging up the stairs to my room. I slammed that door too.

I tried to take off the dress I was in, but I couldn't reach the zipper.

"Need help?"
Axl asked from my doorway.

"No."
I lied.

"Yes you do."
He said as he stepped forward and unzipped my dress.
His hands moved to take the dress off of my shoulders but I'd moved away from him

"Don't touch me."
I said as I slipped the dress off completely and reached for a tshirt.

"Oh come on June. You know I was only messing with you."
He says running a hand through his hair.

"Were you? How do I know that you even trust me? For all I know you were telling your piece, how you think I'm such a whore! You of all people should know I'm not talking to him anymore. I don't deserve that Axl. To feel like dirt because you think I'm a whore. Because I'm not one."
I said, now dressed with tears gathering in my eyes.

"I know you are-"

"Back the fuck up."
I said holding my hands up, making him stop his sentence, and steps in my direction.

"June. I'm sorry okay. I didn't think it'd bother you. I figured if I brought him up then it would take the heat off us."

"There is no us Axl. We fuck and that's it. There's no secret romance, so sweet kisses, for fucks sake when we're done you go out and leave me here. There's never been an us."

"Close enough June."
He said growing irritated with me.

"No it's not! I don't want this anymore. I want you to want me the way I want you. To look at me with the same eyes I look at you with. To fucking kiss me without your hand down my pants."

"I don't do that June."

"You think I don't know that. Why do you think I've never said anything? Because I knew you'd never do what I want. Because it's all give and no fucking take."

"You get dick. Don't get greedy."
Axl said, face turning red and fists clenched at his side.

"Maybe that's not enough for me."
I said moving towards him.

"It's enough for me dammit."
He said.

"Fine."

With that I grabbed my jacket and moved past him heading for the door.

"June. Come o-"

"Don't fucking touch me. I'm not your plaything anymore. Find another whore to fuck."
I spat as I tore my arm from his grasp.

"Dammit June, I don't want someone else I fucking want you."

"No you don't. You want a whore to fuck and then leave."

"For fucks sake, you're not a whore and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I called you greedy, and that you think I don't love you. Because I do. Not because you're a good fuck, or because of any other bullshit you could think of. I love you."
He said grabbing my shoulders.

"Do you really mean that?"
I asked, tears flowing freely down my face.

"I love you June."
He said bringing his lips to mine.
I

ran my hands through his hair and his rested on my hips.
When we pulled away, our foreheads rested against one another, out breathing staggered.

"You're my girl right?"
He asked, green eyes meeting mine.

"Yea Axl. I'm yours."

Ik this was a rollercoaster. I took many breaks while writing this so, might be shitty. 😂