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Sweet Dreams, TN - Alex Turner x Reader

Summary: during a troubled night, our girl finds comfort in Alex having a wet dream.

Warnings: mature content (read responsibly), fem!reader, masturbation - m receiving, Alex is asleep

Word count: 3.1 k

!! I really want to thank @rentskenobi for the amazing and accurate work of review she's done over this fic, girl I wouldn't have made it without you<3

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Two hours passed since her eyes had suddenly opened in the middle of the night. After that, she hadn't been able to fall asleep again. Unfortunately, she didn’t remember having had any dream. Oh, she did wish a nightmare had woken her up! All she wanted to do was cry, shake off that numbness that anchored her to the bed.

It was impossible for her to close her eyes, so she got used to the dim lighting around her. Even though the room was plunged in the night, it now appeared her no longer hidden by the dear nebulous darkness that confuses the mind and numbs the senses, but quivering, waiting to awaken.

Her ears were ringing, oversensitive because of the silence: even the slightest noise seemed to her like a roar that rumbled in her mind. She just wanted to shelter under the covers, shield herself from that hostile environment and hide next to her little Alex, peacefully asleep by her side.

It was unusual that she managed to see him asleep, since he often slipped into bed much later than her. If she wasn’t already in the land of dreams, she’d wait for him, to make love or cuddle until they fell asleep. Besides, he rarely woke her up during the night, as they both enjoyed a deep sleep. They were perfectly capable of going to bed at any time, but once asleep, it was really difficult to get them up. They had spent countless mornings in each other's arms, since neither had managed to drag the other out of bed.

Though she loved having his full attention in bed, she had always been tickled by the fantasy of seeing him fully asleep by her side. The fleeting moments when she caught him taking a nap on the sofa, surrounded by sheets with sketched lyrics or work-in-progress tracks weren't enough. She wanted to admire him properly as he lay on their bed, with his face pressed into the pillow and his body immersed in the sinuous folds of the duvet.

Just how he looked at the moment: Alex lay next to her like a kitten. His usually sharp face was now softened by the sleep, and a light snoring came from his half-closed mouth. She wished she could just bask in the sight of him, but she was feeling too bad. Since she’d fallen asleep above the covers, she didn't have the courage to slip under them and risk waking Alex up.

She put her whole self in trying to cry, longing for that sweet release. However, the tears were feeling too precious to come out and they left her only with a heaviness in her heart that she'd never felt before.

She tried to calm her breathing, and got the idea of synchronising it with Alex's deep and regular one.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Luckily, he’d fallen asleep facing her. She turned to look at him, searching for comfort in his blissful features. She longed to get closer to him, to lose herself between his warm chest and strong arms, always ready to reassure her when a nightmare of hers would wake both of them up.

Since she couldn’t touch him, she tried to better receive all the other signals his body gave her. The warmth it radiated even from a distance, his small noises and trademark smell.

Now she’d been breathing deeply, her nostrils were filled with his unique fragrance: during the night, his usual aroma of cigarettes and cologne partially vanished, leaving place to the hot scent of pure male skin, barely sweetened by the body wash from the shower he’d had before bed. The scent of him, that had her head spinning when, during sex, she’d bury her face in his shoulder and there was only him, filling all her senses.

She slowly started to calm down. Her breathing took on a new rhythm of its own, and the screeching that had been harassing her mind died away.

As if he'd realised his comfort was no longer needed, Alex rolled onto his back, facing the ceiling.

The glimmer of moonlight slipping out from the curtains kissed his profile, highlighting his sharp nose delightfully. The impulse of kissing it grew stronger, but she tamed it.

That new position exposed his body in a whole different way. Now, she was able to see how his movement had undone some buttons on the thin, soft shirt he was wearing, letting a nipple slip out. That was a very sensitive part of Alex's body she never missed to stimulate as they had sex, teasing it with her palms or squeezing it between her fingers, as he used to do with hers.

Alex moved again. His right hand, which had been resting on his stomach, ended up between his legs, over his cock. She raised her eyebrows.

She knew very well that was a common action for both men and women, meant not so much for pleasure as for the comfort that protecting that sensitive area gave. However, she’d rarely seen Alex doing such a spontaneous gesture.

At first still, the hand on his crotch slowly began to move. A gentle massage, continuous and slow-paced.

Her mind, now appeased but still cold from the just ended bad experience, didn't relate those movements to anything sexual yet. They were just basic, primitive masculine reflexes.

She thought that maybe, it was time to try and sleep. She turned her back to Alex and closed her eyes, but just as the sweet embrace of half-sleep began to envelop her, she felt the motion beside her increase, as if Alex were squirming.

She didn’t pay attention to it at first, but after a while a not so weak mumble joined his wriggling.

Her heart stopped in her throat.

Let’s calm down. It’s normal to make some noise in your sleep. Maybe he’s dreaming of talking to someone.

Oh, she did want to believe it. However, after a while it was clear he wasn’t just gasping in his sleep.

She finally decided to turn around. In front of her, she found a very different-looking Alex than how she’d left him. He still had his eyes closed and his hand on his cock, but it was clear that something was getting him so heated.

Alex swayed like the calm morning sea, arching his back slightly along with his neck, which he tilted back exposing his prominent Adam's apple.

She sat up and ran her eyes over his whole body, marvelling at how his subconscious could elicit such delicious reactions.

His movements, though they'd managed to get her attention, were still relatively small.

Toes curling into the sheets, hips swaying just like they did as he played guitar on stage.

He’d told her it was something he couldn’t control, that made him lose himself in the music and had him able to feel it within himself, so as to reproduce it better with the instrument.

Curious how his body reacts the same way to music and sexual frustration.

But if those hips movements on stage were the cause of so much screaming and clamour amongst the audience, his now intimate wriggling was a gift only to her, and the night that hid them.

Nonetheless, even then Alex sang. His whines and now proper moans were like music to her ears, careful to catch even the slightest sigh that left his luscious mouth.

It was obvious: Alex was having a wet dream.

Though this exited her, it made her a little unsure. She knew very well how much Alex loved her and she’d never had any reason to question that. However, even as his girlfriend, she still couldn’t believe that it was her who aroused him like that even in his subconscious.

Come on, Alex is almost always in my wet dreams, he is my boyfriend after all. Why shouldn't he be dreaming of me too?

However, besides her dreams about Alex, she’d have others sometimes where her fantasies came to life thanks to faceless men or women, when her own pleasure was the absolute focus.

Maybe it was the same way for him. Unfortunately, they had discussed the topic focusing much more on her than on him, since several times Alex had happened to catch her right in the middle of wet dreams.

In those cases, he had tried out a little game that turned out to be extremely exciting for both.

Gently, he liked to guide her through her dream, trying not to wake her up thanks to little, special touches.

She perceived it as a proof of his absolute dedication to her sole pleasure, since he had to tame all the desire for more he drew from touching her, so as not to wake her up.

He had turned out to be very good at this. Most of the time, she’d wake up by herself some time later, wet between her legs and pleasantly satisfied.

Sometimes, however, the intensity of the dream was too much and she’d wake up directly under Alex’s eyes, intent on touching her. Then, he’d waste no time and go down on her to finish the job, careful not to overstimulate her.

How nice it would be if, this time, it was me who gave him that little treat.

As if he’d read her thoughts, Alex let out a low moan. She nearly echoed him, covering her mouth in time as she squeezed her thighs, already pooling with moisture.

The hand that had been previously stroking his cock from over his boxers slipped inside them.

His lips parted in a small, sincere smile.

A sweet curve of his mouth, caused by the sheer pleasure he was feeling, along with the furrow of his brow and the arching of his body.

Tears of excitement filled her eyes, and she sank her face into the pillow in order to calm down. This man is just too much. When she recovered, she finally decided to touch him.

She started with light, experimental touches on the back of his neck. She scratched it with the very tips of her fingernails, and he mumbled as goosebumps covered his body.

His other nipple showed up from under his shirt. By now, all the ridiculous buttons that closed his neckline had popped open, revealing his heaving chest.

Such a tempting sight, he might deserve a little love there too. She licked her fingers and began rubbing his nipple with small, circular movements.

She feared she’d already woken him up and he wanted to shoo her hand away, as he raised his hand towards hers. Luckily, it just ended up clutching the pillow. They sighed together, one with pleasure and the other with relief.

She went on with that caress for a while: the work he was doing on his own already seemed good to her, his hips moving against his hand faster and faster.

Maybe it's time to join him inside his underwear. She traced a line down his soft body with her fingers, barely pressing on the firmest spots like his abs, until she reached down between his legs. How to help him there too? His hand wasn’t actually pumping his cock, it was more of a massage. She placed her hand over his, careful not to apply too much pressure, and began to guide his movements. Luckily, she didn't need to press: Alex's subconscious let her take the lead.

Look at him, melting just like butter. He quickly wet her hand as she palmed him and, looking at his face, she noticed a small tear of pleasure sliding down his cheek. She wanted to kiss it away, but she just wiped it away with a caress. Then, he wrinkled his nose: a strand of rebellious hair had fallen over his face, tickling him. She tucked it away before he could sneeze.

She couldn’t help but get lost in his perfect, relaxed features as she looked at him.

Alex moaned loudly as she stroked his jawline and plump, velvety lips. She cried along with him, knowing how sensitive his mouth was. As that noise escaped his lips, he titled his chin back. She took it between her thumb and index finger and nudged it back gently, to display his fair and tempting neck. As she touched him there, she felt his pulse increase with his approaching orgasm.

His moans got even more desperate, it was clear he needed to come.

She needed him to come too, as if her own relief depended on his orgasm, since she was sweating and moaning and squeezing her thighs just like him.

Now more than ever she wanted to touch all of him, squeeze that smooth flesh, so soft yet firm, cover him with her body as he came and lick off the sweat that beaded him.

He is so wet, I wonder if I could…

She reached out her middle finger just enough to tease his butthole, managing to slip there easily thanks to the moisture that had dripped down his perineum.

His entire face scrunched in pleasure, but no sound came out of his agape mouth except for a ragged breath. He exploded on their hand in a few big spurts.

As he came, a few moans escaped his lips again. Amongst them, she thought she heard something similar to a word, which gradually became clearer.

She properly moaned as she realised it was her name.

From the way his body tensed and then relaxed, she almost feared he would wake up. Now that he was very sensitive, she tried to guide him through his post-orgasm with delicacy. She listened to his breathing slow down again, thanking the heavens he had been able to enjoy that experience while still being in the land of dreams, with only a little helper from Earth.

She took her hand out of his boxers, licking it clean. Now completely relaxed and even a bit tired, she lay back, just waiting for him to wake up and see the evidence of that night.

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As soon as he woke up, Alex immediately felt in his underwear what happened.

The memory of his dream was still fresh in his mind and, although the details began to fade rapidly, what didn't go away were the sensations, the pleasure he remembered having felt. The desire to go back into that dream was almost childish, since he had his beautiful girlfriend right there beside him, ready to do even better for him.

He felt a little ashamed for wetting his underpants just like a little boy.

It wasn’t unusual for him to have wet dreams, but rarely, except for when he was younger, had he ever managed to come during one of them.

Alex really wanted to wait for his love to wake up, but he also needed to get that sticky feeling off himself.

He got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. In the warm steam of the shower, he thought back to his dream. The face of the woman who’d given him so much pleasure wasn't clear in his mind, but he was sure she was his darling. The way she moved, knew his body by heart and her voice, that guided him through it all, were unmistakable.

As he watched the water drag the sperm away from his body, he almost thought of touching himself in the intimacy of the shower, being conscious this time. It was something that still comforted him, the familiar rhythm of his own hand guided only by his fantasies. However, he gave up. She was right in the next room and would wake up soon, he wanted to be ready for her in case she was taken by a morning desire.

That turned out to be right the case, since as he left the bathroom, covered only by a towel around his waist, he found her waiting for him, fully awake and propped up on her elbows.

"Good morning, love!" she uttered brightly. Alex dropped the towel and crawled back to her on their bed. She scratched him behind the ear, just as you would with a kitten, and he purred in the most delicious way.

"’Morning to yeh too, babeh..."

She opened her arms, inviting him, and he hurried to snuggle against her chest, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against her soft shirt.

“Tell me Alex, why would you need a shower this early in the morning?”

Alex looked at her with his big, brown eyes. He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to tell her the truth. However, her calm, reassuring gaze convinced him.

“I ‘ad a dream. A wet dream.”

She smiled, with a mischievous gleam in her eye that got Alex curious. Did she hear me by any chance?

“Lovely. Was it good?”

“Oh yesss.” he hissed, dragging out the word. He closed his eyes, calling to mind the last few scraps of the dream he hadn’t forgotten yet.

She lulled him, pleased with his sleepiness.

"Did you come?" she asked. He looked at her again and smirked, asserting his response. She giggled.

"I can imagine. You were squirming so much…”

Alex leapt up quickly, facing her.

"Did I wake yeh up?!"

“Not at all, darling. Actually, I was having a terrible night. I’d woken up all of sudden a couple of hours earlier and just couldn't get back to sleep. Everything felt like it were pulsing and every noise just seemed soo loud, I just wanted to cry but not even the tears wanted to help me. It was awful… good thing you were there. You, who managed to calm me down only with your breathing. Just when I was about to go back to sleep, I heard you make some noises. Such sweet noises… I couldn't believe it. For a while I hadn’t been able to do anything but look at you, you were so beautiful. Then, I remembered how many times you’ve blessed my wet dreams, so I thought I could return the favour.”

He groaned.

“Honey, I can't say I remember well what ‘appened, but from tha' little I do… it were so good. Thank yeh so much."

“I thank you, Alex! You were so hot I was about to cry… please tell me if I catch you having a wet dream one more time, I can help you again.”

In response, Alex kissed her hard.

“Love, yeh can do everyfing yeh want to me. I'm all yehrs."

He flipped their position, so that she was on top of him.

“But now, let's make those sweet dreams come true, shall weh?”

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