Classic Rock Imagines

Bon Scott // AC/DC

Bon Scott: Back Seat Confidential
Warnings: Making Out
Note: Light Smut
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"It's only 10 minutes away Y/N let's just walk."

You let out a sarcastic groan, "Fine, just let me grab my-"

He reaches his arms out, holding your jacket in front of you. "Here ya go."

You stand there, staring at his adorable face that wears a toothy grin. You hold out as long as possible before breaking out into laughter. He intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.

"I love you, you know that?"

You blush at the words, running your free hand through your hair.

Your hand pulls his face to yours, locking your lips together. You pull away slightly, foreheads still pressed together.

"I do know that. And I love you too."

He walks out the door, holding it for you before locking it. The city lights shone bright as you walked down the sidewalk towards your favorite bar. The music was blaring from several different locations, and the streets were packed with people.

You walk in as the scent of alcohol slaps you in the face, but you quickly adjust. Bon places a hand on your lower back, strutting up to the bar alongside his girl.

A few beers and one too many shots later, you both ended up stumbling out of the bar, barely able to keep your footing. The darkness had overtaken the busy street, making the light reflect on Bon's face even more than it did earlier.

"I bet you're happy we walked now."

He was slurring his words, barely able to make out what he needed to say.

"You expect us to be able to walk home?" You laugh, knowing that you wouldn't be able to stay on your feet much longer. "Taxi?"

"Ugh fine, I still have some money." Sarcasm was laced within his words as he hailed one of the multiple taxis running along the road. It slows down before you both hop in, relieved you get a chance to sit down and rest.

You sit right next to him, and before he can even gather his thoughts your lips crashed onto his, already running your fingers up his chest. He pulls away very slightly, only allowing him enough room to breathe and talk.

"But we're not alone sweetheart."

"Love, does it look like I care?"

You wrap your legs around him, pushing him into the backseat of the taxi even more. You straddle him, softly grinding against him as you smash your lips onto his. Bon's hands traced down your back to your thighs, gripping them, forcing you to gasp into the kiss. You tasted the whiskey from his lips, inhaling the scents as well.

"Alright you're here, get out."

You pull back with a sultry grin on your face. The driver must have been used to it, I mean he did drive a Taxi along one of the most popular areas for clubs and bars.

You're both giggling like children as you get out of the car, tipping and thanking the driver. You were convinced you had steamed up the windows because the second you both got out of the car, the cold air hit you hard, making your hairs stand up.

"So do I get the pleasure of continuing this?"

He raises an eyebrow at you, smirking.

"Maybe. I'll guess you'll have to wait and see."