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Will We Talk? | Part 4 |
Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader | Being Katie Cook’s best friend means you see a lot of a certain band, so it’s too bad that the lead singer can’t seem to stand being in your presence. You’re all too aware that you get chatty when you’re anxious, and despite being around each other for a decade, Alex still makes your heart race (and not in a good way). But then he asks a question you never expected to hear, and it changes everything: “Do I make you nervous?”
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A/N: It's finally here oh my lord. Once again so sorry my writing takes so long these days but I'm so excited about this chapter. Thank you for the suggestions I got after I dropped the teaser, really appreciate all the help and it got my mind back into writing mode again. After this there's only one part left, but its going to be fun so don't fret. Really hope you enjoy this part, please let me know what you think. Thank you so so much for reading. Enjoy x
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The run up to Christmas was fun. Fucking Alex every other day of the week had been a surprisingly needed stress relief that a month ago you would have never foreseen. Usually the run up to Christmas had you stressed for no reason in particular but this year with your stresses finally being relieved every other night it was so much better than other Christmas breaks you’ve had in a long time.
Alex had certainly been making the most of your arrangement. It was him texting or calling you asking, “Are you free tonight?” Which may as well be directly translated to ‘Do you want to fuck me tonight?’. Every single time you said yes, not depriving yourself of such simple pleasures and it led to you having a very relaxed holiday season.
And now Christmas is over and done with, you were excited for tonight’s New Year’s party. So much so that you couldn’t sit at home and just wait to get ready, you ended up texting Katie and asking her if you could help her set up and thankfully she said yes.
For the past hour you’ve been listening to music and hearing the Cook's Christmas stories of Forest getting all excited when he opened each present. She showed you a couple of videos before Jamie took the little man out for the afternoon while you both got the house ready for tonight.
Your catch ups are the best and you adore your best friend so much. The gossiping and the giggling never ceases and you’re forever finding new things to talk about, it’s a miracle you’ve not discovered everything there is to know about each other after a decade of being best friends.
But it turns out there are some things you are yet to discover. Like a certain holiday that was being planned.
“You’re coming on the impromptu trip away with us, right?” Katie asks, a little out of the blue as if she’s just remembering as she unpeels the Happy New Year banners from each other and handing one to you.
“Depends, when?” You tell her, knowing the dates of this trip will be the deal breaker if you can go, “I’m back in work on the ninth, remember?”
You’ve joined the Cooks on impromptu trips away before, both with their family and their friends. You’re always invited, which you find thoughtful of Katie and knowing that these trips tend to be very random, you’d started saving money for such events so you didn’t find yourself missing out. The only time you denied yourself was when the trips clashed with work which you hope isn’t the case this time.
“Oh, we come back on the seventh.” Katie grins, very pleased with what you’ve just said, “You’re coming.”
“Yeah,” You find yourself giggling at her, knowing she probably wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway. You continue putting up the party decorations as you tell her, “Just let me know how much it is and I’ll scramble it together.”
“Oh no, Alex is paying for us all,” She tells you, as she seems to be having a hard time stretching the balloons out to start blowing them up, “You just need spending money.”
You immediately frown hearing that, bluetacking the banner on the wall and turning towards your best friend to ask, “What?”
“Alex is paying.” She tells you, “It’s for his birthday. Has he not told you about it yet?”
“No, he’s not mentioned it.” You tell her.
You figure it’s best to neglect mentioning how the singer only talks to ask how you are before he ends up saying the filthiest things into your ear as he fucks you senseless. Holidays and other things normal friends would talk about are not on the cards.
He comes over. You fuck. He leaves. Interaction complete.
“Oh well, he probably expected me to ask you.” Katie shrugs, not thinking much of it, “But yeah don’t worry about the money, he’s paying.”
You’ll see about that, you think as you continue helping your best friend decorate, putting the singer out of your head for the time being.
~*~*~*~
I need to speak to you
You text the singer as you’re walking home from Katie’s. You thought about just leaving it but you know if you keep what you're feeling bottled in it will just make you go back into your shell when you’re around him, and that’s the last thing either of you want.
Thankfully those thoughts don’t have enough time to fester because about 2 minutes later Alex texts you back.
Christ
Am I in trouble? x
His response makes you roll your eyes as you can practically hear him asking you. You know for a fact he will have snorted when he got the message through and when he typed that one back to you. So you keep him in limbo for a bit.
You’re not funny
Phone me when you’re free.
Thankfully you’re not waiting for ages for the call. Your phone starts ringing as you turn the corner and head down your road. It’s a little embarrassing how excited you are to get back in your house for a bit and just relax until the party later.
After greeting him, Alex gets straight to the point, “What’s up Y/N?”
“About this holiday,” You start, “Katie told me she wants me to come and I want to know how you feel about that before I start to spiral.”
You can already sense the panic in your chest as you feel like you’re at a bit of a stalemate. You don’t want to let Katie down but you’re also definitely not going to go if Alex wants a break from you. You don’t want to intrude on his holiday. Especially one that’s for his birthday.
“Don’t spiral.” Alex begs, and you swear he’s also outside as you can almost hear the way he takes a drag of a cigarette before he says, “The last thing we need is you spiralling and questioning everything again.”
You can picture the smile tugging at his lips as he says that. So much so that him finding your panic amusing means that you silently want to scorn him.
“I’m well aware of that.” You say a little bit too bluntly, so you attempt to soften the blow when you follow up with a rhetorical, “Why do you think I asked you to call me?”
Alex definitely mutes a laugh, covering it by him pretending to clear his throat. To make sure he doesn’t get himself into trouble he distracts you by asking, “What’s panicking you now?”
“The holiday.” You take a deep breath before you start to vent your worries, “Apparently it’s for your birthday, I don’t know if you want me there with what’s going on with us. The fact that you’re apparently paying... I don’t want you paying for me if I come.”
“I did tell Katie to invite you if she wanted to.” Alex reveals.
“That’s not the point. Do you want me there?” You ask him directly, “I don’t want to intrude on a holiday that’s for your birthday.”
Alex takes a second to answer that, not because it’s a difficult answer but mostly because he wants to know, “If we weren’t sleeping together would you come?”
You think about it for a second and realise that you probably would, but not without speaking to him and asking Katie at least 30 times if you were actually welcome. Not to mention trying not to interact with him much when you were out there. And you certainly would not be allowing him to pay for you.
“I still would have double checked with you first, or got Katie to. But that doesn’t matter, it’s different now,” You start talking about your reality again, “The dynamic has changed.”
“Y/N, we were friends anyway,” Alex sighs and you’re glad he can’t see the way your face contorted in disagreement. “The only thing that’s different this time is that we’ve seen each other naked.”
You almost scoff.
You’ve done a lot more than see me naked, sir.
Feeling flustered at the memories of him fucking you flooding back to your mind, you just get back to the point, “So, do you want me there or not?”
And you listen to his response as you unlock your front door and get into your house. Feeling the absence of the chill from outside makes the singers answer all the more bearable.
“I just want you to do whatever you want to. You can come and have a holiday. I don’t expect anything from you if that’s what you’re worried about.” Alex says sincerely, before adding, “And I am paying.”
“I don’t want you to pay Alex,” You whine like a child not getting their own way. But you add honestly, “It makes me uncomfortable.”
And it’s not even just because you’re fucking him, although that is your main concern. It’s the fact that you’ve barely known him properly before now (and you still wouldn’t say you were all that close in any way but physically), you can’t in your right mind let him spend thousands on a skiing holiday for you.
“Y/N, I didn’t invite you to make you feel uncomfortable.” The singer sighs, feeling like you should know this already.
He’s not ever excluded you from something before and he’s certainly not about to start doing so now. And he’s not letting you pay for yourself when everyone else who is coming is paid for already. Christ, he doesn’t really know why this is even a conversation when everything has already been sorted and paid for in advance.
You feel like you’re whining when you again admit, “I know that’s not the intention but I still feel it Alex.”
“Well, it’s up to you.” Alex shrugs, hoping to convey how much he’s unbothered by the fact he’s paying for a holiday, but he doesn’t want to pressure you. “You’re very welcome to come and I’m paying for everyone, not just you.”
“But-“ You start but then stop yourself.
Alex immediately questions, “But what?”
He would rather know what’s going on in your head rather than be left guessing. He needs to know how best to reassure you otherwise you both will just regress. And he doesn’t think that wanting for your honesty is too much to ask.
You can’t bring yourself to say it. So you just leave him with silence.
But that silence speaks volumes.
“You worried that if I pay for you to come I’m expecting you to shag me?” A few beats of silence pass and as you don’t dismiss him entirely, he already knows it to be true. His question is entirely rhetorical, “That’s it, isn’t it?”
You can’t even confirm it for him. It’s embarrassing to admit, but that is a worry of yours.
“Y/N.” Alex sighs, knowing he’s right because of your silence. “I don’t expect anything from you, you know that right? You can come away with us and we don’t have to do anything.”
“It’s not compulsory, even when we’re home. Y/N/N, you’re Katie’s best friend, you’ve been around for ten years.” He backs up his point some more, “You came on the last holiday we went on, this is going to be no different to that. My birthday just happens to fall on a day whilst we’re there.”
“You didn’t pay for me last time Al.” You argue in a slight huff, already feeling like you’re fighting a losing battle.
“Hey, listen to me.” Alex persists, “I’m paying for everyone to come, not just you, and I’m not expecting a huge orgy all week.”
You can help the laugh that escapes your lips at that. It’s a full giggle that the singer can’t help but grin at as he takes another drag of his cigarette.
“There’s that laugh.” He hums, enjoying the sound even more purely because it’s him that’s caused it.
Only after your laughter subsides, do you ask, a lot calmer now, “Are you sure you want me there?”
“Yes, sweet.” Alex assures you. And just to convince you some more, he adds, “I need someone to entertain Mrs Cook when I pull Jamie away for a pint anyway. Think you fit the brief.”
“Ah yeah, I think I could do that for you.” You chuckle a little, but then you’re serious in a soft tone, “I still feel bad that you’re paying though Alex. Skiing holidays are a lot of money.”
“I have a lot of money that I’ll never need.” The singer tells you, and you try not to think about the way anxiety in your chest dissipates when he says, “I’d rather treat my friends to a week away.”
You're his friend. Something so simple shouldn’t make your heart swell. Especially when the other night he tongue fucked you until you came, twice.
“Well I’m buying you food and drinks whilst we’re away then.” You counter, finally readying yourself to admit defeat.
“We’re going all inclusive but thanks.” You can almost hear Alex’s smirk.
You sigh, dropping down onto your settee and leaning back to try and get comfy, “Well I’m assuming we won’t be staying in the hotel for your birthday. They’ll be pubs and cafes I’m sure.”
He counters, “I’ll take a drink at the airport before we go.”
“Okay deal.” You accept but know you’ll find ways to do more than just that, “Thank you Alex. You really don’t have to do this.”
“Well I want to.” Alex smiles, and his tone is full of amusement as he says, “And I can’t have you spiralling.”
You hum in a silent laugh at that and let your eyes close as you take a deep breath. You’re about to tell him that it’s just how you are but you’re okay now you’ve spoken about it. But he takes your attention again.
“You know that this goes both ways right, Y/N/N?” You’re about to ask him what he’s on about until he continues, “If I text you asking to come over, you can say no and I’m not going to be offended by it. I understand that it’s not going to happen every time.”
He’s talking about fucking you. And trying to make you feel more at ease about your situationship.
Alex finishes off by saying, “I just ask on the off chance that you’re up for it.”
“I am always up for it.” Are the words that slip from your lips, and when you realise what you’ve said, your eyes shoot open.
Oh my god woman, you sound so needy. Backtrack now. Now!
You sit up as you begin to pathetically backtrack, “Well. I mean, I- when you say you are, I, I- usually am too.”
“Good to know you’re always up for me, sweet,” You can hear Alex's smirk then, but thankfully he doesn’t tease you more for it he just carries on to say, “It seems like I’m texting you all the time asking to come over but you can text me. You’re allowed to get horny too.”
You try and fail not to flush at hearing him say that. Especially when you can feel the ghost of his touch as you’re sitting on the settee he had you ride him on a week ago.
“Alex, you’re over twice a week, if not more... It’s not like I’m without relief for long.” To drive the point home you say, “It’s not a ten month wait again.”
In your little meetings you’d discussed when you’d both last been with someone else. Yours was a guy you were seeing at the beginning of the year who turned out to just not do it for you after you dated him for a few months.
Alex’s last fling was another rebound of his after the French girl he cheated on Taylor with. Turns out Alex hadn’t been with anyone in the last 5 months which did surprise you a little. But who are you to presume he’d just become a slag after his break up?
“Still. We started this for a reason.” Alex drives the point home, wanting you to fully understand, “You can say no and you can call me whenever you want too.”
You nod even though he can’t see you, “I know.”
“Maybe this holiday can just be the friends you’re so persistent we’re not.”
You frown, confused, “What?”
“Your rule, ‘no sex while we’re away’.” Alex smirks, but he’s sincere when he says, “To make you feel more comfortable.
“I don’t wanna seem like a prude Alex I just don’t…” You fail to continue your sentence, Wanna seem like a prostitute.
“I think of all people, I’m not the one who’s going to think of you as a prude, sweet.” The singer can't help but tease, finding himself funny.
You take a deep breath, trying not to let your amusement or embarrassment show, “So where are we going?”
“The Alps.” The singer tells you almost smugly, “Where else?”
You decide that you may as well ask him for the details if he’s sorting everything out, “When do we go?”
“Early morning of the second, we need to be at the airport for like four.” He tells you after a moment of thought.
You hum, finally letting the excitement for a holiday bubble in your stomach, “Okay.”
Alex is smiling already hearing you finally sound at ease about the holiday, but he can’t help but push his luck a little more, “You free tonight, sweet?”
“No and neither are you,” You almost laugh, the amusement clear in your voice, “We’ve got Katie’s New Year’s party.”
Alex is grinning as he comes back with, “I mean at like three in the morning.”
“You’re a horny fuck.” You can’t help but tell him as you shake your head.
You’re entirely unable to stop your face from flushing, making you very grateful he can’t see you. All you hope is he’s picturing you with a completely unbothered yet
“You’re the one that just said you’re always up for me.” Alex counters and you have to bite your tongue.
Idiot Y/N.
“See you later Alex.” You immediately dismiss him, not wanting his teasing right now.
Alex laughs loudly, “See you later sweet.”
~*~*~*~ January 2nd 2019 ~*~*~*~
The Alps are absolutely mesmerising and you could stare at the snow covered mountains for days. The trip was certainly worth every single ounce of effort and you know you’ll be eternally grateful to Alex for him bringing you all here.
You’re sure when you first got here you looked like a child in a toyshop. The views are absolutely stunning and you know for a fact that your jaw was agape as you took in the breathtaking scenery around you.
So much so that Alex turned you towards him at one point and pushed your jaw back up and quietly teased, “Don’t let anyone else see those pretty lips parted like that, don’t want people getting ideas.”
Needless to say, you flushed hearing that and Alex wasn’t subtle about the way he let his smirk take over his face. And then he left you hanging, sauntering off to join Miles, Nick, and Jamie walking just in front of you, leaving you to catch up with Katie, Kristen, and Flo who all joined you for the holiday.
Alex leaving you like this hadn’t been the only time since you’d woken up early today though. He’d been a tease since he picked you up to take you to the airport, asking if you’d recovered from the previous nights activities where he all but folded you into a pretzel and fucked you until you came on his cock.
That wasn’t the beginning or end of your antics after the party, he’d teased you at Katie’s party, getting you in the mood and ready for him when he pulled you to a quieter bit of the party and pushed you against the wall to kiss you, taking away any sense but him. And he did it every time to leave you wanting more only for him to pull away and leave you to your own devices for a while.
So you were desperate when it got to 3am and he was practically pulling you down the road so you could get back to your house. And he certainly did show you a good time until you practically passed out from the exhaustion.
You woke up late the next morning to a glass of water and some painkillers on your bedside table along with a note that read, Hope you’re not too sore sweet x
It wasn’t hard to guess he probably felt a hint of guilt how far you’d both gone the night before. In the heat of the moment he said somethings about him wanting you to remember him, the feel of him inside you, over the week that you were both away.
He kept making you regret the no sex on holiday rule. Alex kept saying how you'd be begging him to take you when you got back home, how you’d not be able to walk properly by the time he’d finished with you after a week of not touching him the way he knows your filthy mind craves him.
You're ashamed to admit that your thoughts about him are sometimes so dirty they belong down the gutter. He’d certainly made a good job of having you long for him.
You try not to admit to yourself that you crave him. That when he decided that he was the one that was going to be sitting next to you on the plane and not Flo, you were happy. Not because you had any issue with Flo, no she was such an amazing friend to you, but because it was Alex. And he wanted to sit beside you.
The little shit that he was though teased you the whole journey. You were still tired so when you sighed and closed your eyes once you’d relaxed after the take off, Alex whispered into your ear, “Did I work you too hard sweet?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You say as you feel yourself flush knowing he was to do with your fatigue.
You slept in a little on New Year’s Day after you’d taken the painkillers he’d left out for you, but then your day was spent packing for this trip, figuring out what you’d need and calling Katie to double checking on if you’d need going out clothes and doing a checklist of the skiing things you actually own.
By the time you went to bed it was 11pm and that was far later than you should have been going to sleep because you had to be up at 3am to get ready. So it was do to Alex fucking you hard and long enough on New Years and the fact you had so little sleep last night that you were tired on the plane.
Next, he’s disturbing your attempt at sleep by him putting his hand on your thigh and leisurely trailing his hand up and down, mixed with him occasionally squeezing. He keeps an eye on your reaction to him, you going stiff for a few seconds and him taking great pleasure in saying, “I’ve done worse than putting my hand on your thigh, sweet.”
“Not in public or daylight.” You huff and try to get yourself comfy enough to get sleepy.
Looking out of the window just has you mesmerised so after a few minutes you just end up looking around the plane. It's just you and Alex sitting beside each other and for some reason you’re not all that close to your friends.
Katie, Kirsten, and Flo are all on one row, about 4 seats ahead of you, and Miles, Jamie, and Nick are on the row behind them. You’ve got no idea why you’re so far away from them with the gap of strangers in front of you, but you guess things could be worse. You could be sitting alone or worse, you could be at home feeling like you’re missing out.
There’s a stranger beside Alex so you’re glad you took the window seat and the views of sun rising through the clouds were amazing. You genuinely wish you weren’t as tired as you were so you could appreciate them fully.
Instead you’re feeling uncomfortable and whichever way you lean your head isn’t helping you relax. If it's against the wall of the plane you can feel the vibrations, just leaning back does nothing to help and if you do fall asleep like that you’re not risking possibly snoring because your jaw is hanging open, and if you let your head fall forward that’s not good for your posture, not to mention painful.
Maybe it’s you wriggling in your seat that gives you away, considering his hand is still on your thigh, but Alex seems to pick up on your discomfort easily.
“You can lean on me to go to sleep, you know?” Alex tells you with a smile, nodding down to his shoulder just beside you.
“What,” You hold back your sigh but let him know that you’re not all that impressed with his offer after his previous antics, “So you can just try to wake me up even more?”
“Come on sweet.” Alex chuckles, rubbing your thigh again before squeezing it. “Not my fault you’re not finding it relaxing.”
Pretending that him gripping your thigh didn’t give you flashbacks to the other night, you keep your voice quiet as you raise your eyebrows accusingly, “Because you’re trying to be a tease.”
“And it’s working.” Alex smirks, clearly knowing whatever your tells are by now, he gestures to the back of the plane, “Wanna go to the bathroom?”
Its a mixture of shock and being entirely unimpressed that has you asking, “Are you kidding?”
“Absolutely not.” Alex grins, holding his chuckle as he asks, “We’re not on holiday yet, technically. We could go again if you're not feeling satisfied enough before we land?”
You don’t dignify him with an answer, you just shake your head and look away from the tease. While the thought of him fucking you and you having to be quiet because others are around seems like quite the thrill, the mere thought of doing so in a public aeroplane has you wanting gag.
“What?” Alex fakes his hurt, nonchalantly following up with, “I know you can get horny just after you’ve woken up.”
Your head whips back to him, narrowing your eyes as you scold, “You’re being loud.”
He wasn’t. His voice was just above a whisper. But the mere fact you were on a plane with the possibility of anyone around you eavesdropping has you getting all embarrassed and flustered in an instant.
“Sorry,” Alex barely holds back his grin. “I’ll be subtle about it when I take you in the bathroom.”
Instead of scowling, you lean your head back on the seat, close your eyes, and take a deep breath so you don’t end up smacking him. Taking a few seconds to calm your anxiousness down and try not to let his joking get you too embarrassed when you know he isn’t trying to be malicious, you just stay like that silently.
But Alex disturbs your peace, “You don’t have to think about it so intently Y/N/N, we can just do it.”
“No.” You look at him again, and say even quietly to try and further your point, “Not to mention everyone would see.”
Alex can’t help but take that though as you just don’t want to right now. In such a public setting. That’s not you saying that you’d never be ready to join the mile high club.
“Oh okay, remind me to take you on a private jet.” Alex squeezes your thigh again, before winking, “They mind their business on those.”
You’re lost for words for a brief moment. Taking in exactly what that means, and you end up half frowning.
“Way to persuade me.” You scoff, “Telling me you’re already in the mile high club.”
Sarcasm is thick in your voice as you say, “Such a turn on.”
The singer can’t help but smirk though, “Don’t be jealous now, sweet.”
After that, Alex seems to give you a break from his endless torment. He takes his hand from your thigh as he reaches down to his bag by his feet and takes out the word search book he bought himself in WHSmiths at the airport. Finally you feel like you can relax and sleep for the remainder of the 2 hour flight.
Or you hoped so anyway, but it seems the vibrations of the plane's wall just wanted you conscious. So it was with a huff you leant back against the headrest once more.
“Just,” Alex sighs and he picks his hand up to cup the side of your face to gently push your head on his shoulder.
Instant comfort was an understatement compared to the wall and the seat. But you still felt weird about it.
You tell him with a sigh, “I don’t want to annoy you.”
“You don’t annoy me at all, Y/N/N.” He dismisses immediately, paying you no more attention after saying, “Go to sleep.”
And so you did. You got a good hour’s sleep and you think it was only when the plane started to make a steady descent that your body woke you up as a result of the decrease in altitude. But you woke up gently and slowly, and you realised you were still on Alex’s shoulder long before you opened your eyes.
You found yourself not wanting to move. The woody scent of his aftershave leaves you in a little trance all the time and you never want to bring yourself out of it. So you just blinked your eyes open slowly and told your body not to even twitch to give away that you were awake.
And Alex didn’t notice because you now see he’s entirely too engrossed in his book. Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre.
A true classic, you can’t help but tiredly smile as you see he’s about to get to one of your favourite bits of the book. You following pretty easily for a few pages because he’s holding the book open practically as far as it can go (you’re so tired you can find it in yourself to shudder at the fact the book will definitely have a cracked spine) in one hand, and you only noticed when he turned the pages that his other had gone back to gently resting on your thigh.
Everything is good for about 5 minutes, but then the singer started reading too fast for you at one of your favourite bits, so you end up having to say a quiet, “Go back,”
“What?” You feel Alex turn his head towards you a little, his jaw gently nudging your head but you don’t make a single effort to move.
“Hadn’t finished the page,” You tell him and Alex can’t help but smile as he turns the page back for you.
His only indication that you’re ready to move on is the slight nod of your head and Alex even angles the book towards your direction a little more so you can both read. He smiles at the way you haven’t attempted to move from his shoulder at all, seemingly quite comfy.
You both continue reading together for the next few pages until the same thing happens again where Alex turns the page too soon. This time you whine a little as you whisper, “Too fast.”
“Not had you complain about my speed before.” Alex can’t help but tease when the opportunity is right there for the taking, but all it earns him is a poke in his side which makes him jump and he just about peers down at you seeing you smiling victoriously.
After this you fall into a rhythm of you nodding slightly when you're ready for him to turn the page. It doesn’t bother Alex at all, no it's the opposite, he finds you endearing that you’re both enjoying his book and reading it at the same time.
The both of you become entirely engrossed in Jane Eyre’s world that you barely even acknowledge that the plane is just about ready to land. It’s only when the air hostess’ voice fills the plane as they announce over the tannoy that you’d be landing shortly, does Alex close the book.
At the same time you reluctantly pick your head up from his shoulder, Alex offers as he taps the book, “Can borrow it after me if you want?”
“I’ve already read it, I just love that part you’re on.” You hum, smiling at him in earnest, “Thank you though.”
And both of you know you’re not just saying thank you for that offer, but thank you for allowing you to fall asleep on him.
The transfer to the resort even had you in awe. But when you got to the hotel and you entered your room, you were blown away by your view.
The white mountains are stunning and you were so glad you brought your camera. This was something you definitely didn’t want to ever forget.
The air felt like ice on your skin as you took your pictures, the bitter cold making you want to jump into the private hot tub you have on your balcony.
You restrain yourself, saving that for later, you opt for a hot shower to settle you after that flight and you end up falling asleep in the warmest queen sized bed.
You all meet downstairs a few hours later where you get some food and decide that you’re going to all get ready to hit the slopes, you all opting for the red runs for today. They were so much fun and with you skiing, you just find yourself in awe of Flo on her snowboard flying past you all.
It’s a fun few hours, with you all stopping half way down the slope at one of the cafes on the mountain where you all have a hot coffee, and the lads follow it up with a beer. The lads head off before the rest of you, wanting to be speed demons and race down the rest of the way which you’re all fine with.
You know Flo will inevitably end up beating them down anyway. Which she of course did.
Before you set off though, you girls decide that after dinner you’re all going to have a little hot tub party. So that’s how you’re now sinking in the hot tub on your balcony, Katie already in after beating you to being the first.
You just laugh at her rushing in there to beat you, as you take off your hotel dressing gown to reveal your dark green bikini. Katie says she loves the colour of yours as you glance back around at her and tell her you adore her maroon one.
But it’s when you step into the tub that Katie gasps, loud enough for you to pause as you stand in the pool of bubbling water.
“What are they?” Katie points to your thighs with wide eyes.
Your bruised beyond belief thighs. Dark, almost purple bruises that litter the tops of your thighs which were left by the mouth of the singer next door.
“Y/N!” Katie yells, her jaw dropped as she looks at the assault on your skin, “What the fuck?”
“Katie, stop looking at me.” You get all flustered and embarrassed so you're about to sit down, but your best friend grabs your hips to stop you so she can look at the dark marks for longer.
“Oh my fucking god.” She shakes her head, too shocked by the sheer amount of them. “It’s hard not to when you have those on your thighs Y/N!”
“Please stop, can we just pretend you didn’t see them.” You pry yourself out of her grip and finally immerse yourself into the hot water, loving the chill dissipating from your body.
“No, I want the gossip.” Katie grabs her glass of prosecco you’d poured her and left on the side of the tub along with yours and the other girls that were meant to be coming shortly. “How’s it been going between you two?”
“Fine.” You nod with a coy smile as you reach for your glass.
Your best friend shakes her head, “I’m not settling with fine.”
“It’s good.” You take a long sip of your drink, knowing you’ll need it if you’re having this conversation, “I guess he keeps me on my toes.”
“In what way?” She prys.
You think about how to word your feelings for a second. The sound of the jets humming in the cold air fills the brief silence until you end on, “I’m still not used to having a booty call or being one. I still get a text off him and it throws me... He still makes me nervous.”
“That’s good though.” Katie hums and nods, “He’d be boring if he didn’t make you nervous.”
“Yeah, I guess.” You nod in agreement.
But your best friend enquires, “He’s not making you nervous in general now, right? Just when he comes on to you?”
“No, it's a lot better.” You explain honestly, sinking into the water a little more. “But I’m still not at ease if that makes any sense. I still find him difficult to read.”
“That just comes with time.” Katie nods, understanding you entirely, “When you start spending more time with him, you’ll figure it out.”
“Well that doesn’t really happen,” You mumble a little but seeing as she heard you and noting that sparkle in her eye for the gossip, you explain, “He sort of just shows up and we fuck and then he leaves.”
Katie frowns a little at that though, “Thought he took you out?”
“That was just until I felt more comfortable around him. We’ve not carried that on.” You almost cringe when you say, “We’re just shagging now.”
“And how’s that going?” Your best friend smirks, “The bruises seem like a good sign.”
You sigh, “Yeahhh.” taking another sip of your drink.
“What was that sigh for?” She calls you out.
You try to pass it off immediately, “Nothing.”
But she’s not having any of it, “S’not nothing, come on.”
“He was just a tease on the plane but he’s doing it on purpose.” Your cheeks heat up a bit as you tell her.
“Getting you ready for later.” She grins and gives you some teasing suggestive eyes herself.
You gently shake your head, “I don’t think so.”
“Oh?” Katie raises her eyebrows, “What does that mean?”
Oh fuck.
“Don’t make me explain Katie.” You pout.
She pushes you, “Come onnnn.”
You just sigh in defeat and say, “We’re not doing that right now.”
“Excuse me?” Your best friend is now even more confused.
“You heard me Kate.” You sigh, closing your eyes not wanting to explain yet another of your stupid thoughts to her.
For clarity’s sake she has to ask, “Weren’t you with him twice last week?”
“We shagged on Boxing Day and then the 28th and New Years.” You tell her.
And it occurs to you that you’ve probably not been this active on a regular basis since you were in your late teens. Either you or Alex clearly has the sex drive of a teenager and with the state of your thighs, you think it’s more likely Alex.
Glancing at the bruises again you can almost feel the ghost of his mouth there. You fall into the daze of remembering the way his lips attacked the tops of your thighs as he fingered you to edge you, not letting you finish until you were begging to have his tongue instead.
He toyed with you, saying his mouth was already on you, sucking your thighs that bit more before biting them making you whine. But you were desperate to have him eat you out. Have his tongue tease and flick your clit in the way he knows makes you lose your mind.
And he wouldn’t give in. Not until you were on the edge for the third time, right on the verge of getting bratty with him and making the right decision he compensated by eating you out until you came twice on his tongue. And the way he fucked you afterwards, god, you wish-
“And he’s not touched you since?” Katie’s question shocks you back to reality.
You blink a few times, and shake your head, “No.”
She smirks, almost trying to hide it behind her glass, “I bet you’re losing your mind.”
“I feel like it.” You hum, nodding.
Katie asks, fully ready to big you up to go and knock on his door after your girls prosecco party, “Don’t you want him to touch you?”
“I want nothing more at the minute.” You tell her honestly, “But we’re not doing it until after the holiday.”
She frowns, completely confused, “Why?”
Surely on holiday is on of the best places to fuck? Why wouldn’t you be doing that? Katie can’t help but think.
“Because he knew I felt uncomfortable about him paying for me to come and I was worried he’d expect something from me.”
“Y/N.” Her face falls and then she gently scorns you, “He’s not like that.”
“I know he isn’t Katie. But you know how my mind works. It worries me.” You shrug, not really being able to help it.
“Well I thi-“ Katie starts but is interrupted by Florence appearing at the door of your balcony.
“Hey,” You grin, very thankful for the conversation being cut short.
Hopefully never to be brought up again.
“Flo,” Katie smiles and waves her over, “Come in.”
The gorgeous woman walks out and hangs her dressing gown up before running to the tub to escape the chilly air. After commenting on how much both you and Katie like her black, glittery bikini, the artist asks you both, “What were we talking about?”
You try to think of something quickly to change the subject entirely but your best friend gets in there first and grins, “Just how Y/N/N is sleeping with Alex now and she’s seeing if she can go the holiday without.”
You might drown yourself in this hot tub. Can you get any more embarrassed today?
Flo’s smile is huge as her head whips around to you in shock. You can tell she’s happy for you, presumably for Alex too, but she shocks you when she tells you, “Don’t deny yourself the pleasure.”
You’re so beyond confused by that statement until Katie’s eyes go wide as she gasps, “Fuck, I always forget about you two.”
You blink a few times as you hear her tell Katie that it’s understandable she’d forget because it was before her and Jamie got together. But you’re still in shock, you have to get the clarification, “You and Alex?”
You hope it doesn't sound like you’re annoyed because you’re not, no one even Alex has to tell you anything about this and clearly Flo just found out about yours and her ex’s rendezvous. You’re just confused, clearly Katie forgot but you’ve not even heard any jokes about it or any mention of it before now.
“Yeah, a long time ago.” Flo nods and is quick to explain as she grabs her glass of prosecco. “Lost our virginities to each other back in college, but started seeing him years later.”
She continues to explain with a roll of her eyes, “But the idiot was seeing me at the same time as Alexa back on their Favourite Worst Nightmare tour so I held my tongue for about a week until I blew up and called him out in front of all the lads…” She adds quickly, “It got ugly.”
It makes your chest go tight. He did that to one of his best friends years ago, and he did to his girlfriend of three years last year.
You're sincere when you say, “I’m so sorry.”
You feel almost embarrassed to be sleeping with him now. Especially when you’d consider Flo a friend of yours, even before this trip, when you spoke to her about her artwork that she creates at various parties you’ve both attended. She’d always been lovely to you and made you feel entirely at ease.
And now you’re sleeping with her ex. You need the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
“Don’t be, it worked out well in the end.” It seems that the artist can’t keep the smile off her face as she finishes her story, “I went to Manchester and Matty and my cousin, Adam, got me through it. And when the time was right and I was healed, Matty asked me out and now we’ve been together for a decade.” Her grin is huge as she proudly tells you, “Married for three and a half years.”
It’s impossible to not be happy for her, her love for her husband shining through so brightly. But you can’t help but ask her, “Why are you still friends with him? Alex, I mean.”
You can’t imagine anyone betraying your trust that much and being close friends with them years later.
“Oh, it took a long while and a lot of grovelling on his part. But after two years of barely speaking to him, and with how happy I was with Matty, I forgave Al and now we get on like nothing ever happened.” Flo explains, “I see the other lads too often to let it continue for a lifetime of awkwardness.”
She’s a better person than you. You could never.
You think out loud. “The lads didn’t know he was two timing you?”
“No,” She shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink before saying, “They were as shocked as me when Alexa showed up. Only Miles knew, and covered for him.”
You shake your head, seeing Miles in a completely different light now. But you guess if you’re judging Alex by how he’s only been with you, you have to do the same with Miles.
“You’re too good. I would never forgive either of them for that.” Katie gives her two cents on the situation.
“I’ve been told that a lot. By Alex himself too... But despite last year's shit show, he has changed.” Flo assures you, but then smirks, “So enjoy him, queen.”
You sink into the water a bit more, entirely awkward about the way both women are smirking at you.
“Don’t be embarrassed. He’s good.” Flo giggles, “God only knows that if I didn’t call him out to everyone I would have a hard time choosing between him and Matty.”
You’re glad she’s such a lovely person and she eases you entirely.
“Good job you’re married then.” You joke, which makes Katie also spit out her drink laughing and Flo giggles before clinking her prosecco glass with yours.
“You should see her thighs.” Your best friend laughs.
You shoot her the dirtiest look, “Katie!”
~*~*~*~
Thankfully by the time Kristen arrived the subject of you and Alex had long since been dropped.
Flo saw your thighs and she told you about how she thinks the man will never truly grow up because he left lots of love bites on her boobs when they lost their virginities, and mercifully after that, the subject moved away and the four of you are now just chilling and listening to your a playlist that’s blaring through your phone.
You were all giggling at nothing in particular when you got startled by two men at the balcony door. Alex and Jamie come outside in their trunks and Jamie is the one to scoff, “You all thought you could have a party without us.”
Jamie practically jumps in and sits himself down between Flo and Katie, but your attention is drawn to Alex who sinks in beside you and you half find yourself wanting to scurry over to Katie.
He looks too good. Last time you’d seen him shirtless you were drunk and your memory hazy, but he looks so fucking good and his toned abdomen and his trunks low enough for you to clearly see that V line down to- Stop.
Stop.
Thankfully Alex doesn’t seem to notice the way you get a little bit more tense with him beside you. Instead he immediately asks Flo, “How’s Matty, angel?”
“Yeah he’s good, thanks Shakespeare.” Flo smiles, and despite not understanding her nickname for him, you happily listen in to distract yourself.
Maybe it’s to do with the Macbeth reference in If You Were There, Beware? You can’t help but wonder. Maybe you’ll ask her later.
The singer can’t help but ask curiously, “Why didn’t he join us again?”
“Tour rehearsals.” The artist informs him, “His UK tour starts on the ninth.”
“Fair enough,” Alex nods, clearly completely understanding the situation Flo’s husband finds himself in. “I’m glad we aren’t back on the road till late Feb now.”
“Bet you are.” Flo smiles at him but when he tunes into Jamie’s conversation, her eyes flick to you and she smirks.
You sink even further into the water.
Despite Alex now being beside you, you try not to let your nervous energy take over. No, instead you carry on as normal and have some of the funniest conversations with the people around you. You’re only thrown off when you realise that an old Arctic Monkeys song comes on through your phone and your eyes go wide when Jamie sighs, “I haven’t heard this song in so long.”
Immediately, you tense hearing the guitar and drums at the start of Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts. Fuck, this is why you don’t normally have your music on around Katie, so you don’t have this awkward interaction.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise it was in this playlist.” You say, immediately turning to reach for your phone.
Liar. You feel Alex’s eyes screaming at you, as he looks amused at the fact you like his music, as if he already didn’t know.
“Keep it on.” Jamie tells you, and you hesitate for a split second feeling Alex’s eyes on you until his friend continues to say, “Complete nostalgia of playing it at yours Al.”
“Yeah, it’s a gooden.” Alex smiles.
“Who was this one even about Al?” Flo asks, entirely amused, thankfully stealing the singer's attention away from you so he doesn’t see you starting to fidget, really not wanting the song to stay on.
Your knee is twitching, your foot tapping on the floor of the jacuzzi like you can’t sit still at all. Thankfully the water and the bubbles will be enough to stop you from being noticed though.
“Just that girl I fancied back in Year 11.” Alex explains, “She was in your English lessons, I think she was called-“
If you were to tell the story again, you wouldn’t have been able to name the girl at all. Just that Alex really liked her in school and never got the courage to ask her out and then some guy who was in the year above them in school ended up going out with her.
The conversation moved on and easily past that and your awkwardness about the man you’re sleeping with catching you having his song on your playlist eases off. But then, about 10 minutes later, it happens again.
“Fuck my life,” You whisper immediately reaching to grab your phone this time.
Because this is so much worse.
It’s not just that Piledriver Waltz has started to play. It’s even more embarrassing that it's the Submarine soundtrack version of the song, it’s just Alex. Not even Arctic Monkeys.
“Didn’t know you enjoyed my music this much, sweet.” Alex can’t help but once again tease you. Finding your reactions too entertaining not to.
The panic in your eyes when the first Monkey's song came on, but the way you swore under your breath at this one just made him want to burst out laughing. You look absolutely mortified, and clearly not wanting to get any extra teasing from himself or your friends which you were likely expecting.
But Alex isn’t one to disappoint. So of course he teased you.
You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him, “In the nicest possible way, fuck off.” Before you quickly look for a playlist that is safe and doesn’t have any of his songs on there.
“It’s all good Y/N.” Alex smirks, “It’s good to know I’m doing something right.”
His hand comes to rest on your thigh to stop your leg from tapping. You swallow, stopping your movements and taking a deep breath to not let it get to you that the others could see his hand on your thigh. Although you’d rather them see his hand there than the bruises he’s left.
Thankfully the bubbles disguise it from everyone else and no one comments, but just as you ask, “What album do you want to listen to?” Miles and Nick turn up at your door with more alcohol in their hands and everyone beckons them in.
Which is an issue for you because the hot tub is probably only meant to have 4 people in it at the most and now there’s 8 of you. So you’re unsure why it’s you and Kirsten that have drawn the short straws, but you’ve both been pulled into the laps of who you’re sleeping with. But one second you were seated closely beside Alex, and now you’re sitting on his lap, your arm having to go over his shoulder so you don't slip off as you lean into him a little.
Kirsten and Nick, you understand, they are married. Flo not sitting in Miles’ lap, you again understand because they aren’t together. What you don’t understand is why Katie isn’t on her husband's lap when they are married and have a child. But you, who has been sleeping with this man for less than a month, has been pulled onto his lap to make more room for everyone.
All of a sudden you feel like you’re holding your breath and can’t relax. After being submerged in the warm water for so long, most of your top half being exposed to the crisp air makes you chilly and your thighs feel far too close to the surface of the water so you feel your hands in your lap to try and disguise the bruises.
Thankfully one of Alex’s arms comes to rest across your thighs too and he holds your thighs again. And you can’t help slipping back into that little daydream of yours.
Of the way he pried your thighs open, as if you weren’t already willing and dripping for him. As if you weren’t begging him to eat you out anyway. And when he finally gave into your demands his fingers only dug into your skin more, holding you open entirely at his mercy.
And when he worked you up and up until he had your back arching and his name caught in your throat as you pulled harshly on his hair. He kept going, eating up everything you had to give him until you were writhing beneath him entirely overstimulated.
After he blissfully tortured you like that, he kissed his way up your body until you could taste yourself on his tongue. And that only lead to him fucking you till you could barely move. His cock made you see stars when he hooked his arms under your legs and moved them closer to your chest.
The pleasure he drove into you over and over was blinding, you saw white when you came. The only thing you can remember is the way Alex groaned into your ear when you clenched around him and the way he moaned when you tugged on his sweaty hair. And the way he bit your shoulder when he got his release not a minute later.
Not to mention the way he flipped you over when you both caught your breaths and he fu-
“I can feel you.” Alex's whisper startles you out of your memory and your eyes snap to the man you were daydreaming about.
You all but jump off his lap, your heart racing ten to the dozen feeling like you’ve been caught red handed. But you keep calm, not letting your cheeks heat up to give you away.
“Feel what?” You ask him, the shock slowly disappearing from your face.
“Your pulse,” Alex tells you in a low voice, his grip on you tightening, “On my thigh.”
And it dawns on you what he means. You’re fucking throbbing, completely aching at the thought of him. And he can fucking feel you.
Fuck offfffffff. Men can actually feel that?!
No. No. No.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You play dumb, having to because you don’t think you’ll be able to look at him again if not.
Not that you can right now, you just look at Flo and start listening to her, Miles, and Kirsten’s conversation. Meanwhile praying to every god that there is that you calm the fuck down and you stop being horny immediately.
“Course you don’t, sweet.” Alex kisses your shoulder and his lips linger on your skin as he smirks, “Just like you can’t feel me.”
You’re about to ask him what he means until he shifts you against him more and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh. He’s hard. Really hard. You have to hold in the sound you want to make.
Why the fuck did you want this ‘no fucking’ shit. You can’t stop thinking about him. The way you want to kiss him. The way you want him in your mouth. The way you want him to fill you up and fuck you like it’s the last time you’re ever going to be able to.
You don’t even realise what you’re doing until Alex grunts in your ear, “I’d stop wriggling unless you want me to fuck you in front of these lot.”
Your thighs press against each other and you pray Alex didn’t feel that too. Despite him definitely noticing, Alex didn’t say anything, didn’t tease you any more and you just about managed to have a conversation with Flo about how she’s joining her husband on his tour and how she’s going to stay in Sheffield for a while after to see her best friend.
But it’s not long after that, the alcohol runs dry and everyone notices the time. Nick and Kirsten are the first to leave, followed by Katie and Jamie, and when you don’t move from Alex’s lap (because he won’t let you, his hands clutching you tightly after you tried to move when the first couple left. Clearly doesn’t think the bubbles will hide his hard on) Flo and Miles are the last to get out.
Miles gives you both a cheeky smile and he helps the artist out of the tub and hands her the dressing gown. Both of them say bye to you and Alex but Florence gives you a teasing look as she leaves, seeming to scream at the both of you, have funnn.
Your jaw locks and you very subtly shake your head at her, trying your absolute best to keep the smile off your face and show your strength. And you’d say you do well, you shout an unbothered bye to the direction they went and only when you hear your bedroom door thud shut does Alex’s hold on you go slack.
And finally you release the breath you were holding and grab the side of the tub to stand up, needing off this man's lap before you do something you’ll regret. Abandoning your empty prosecco glass you just get yourself stood up when the singer stops you.
“Where are you going?” Alex gently grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, the water sloshing as you fall back towards him.
“Alex,” You sigh as he moves you so you’re straddling him, but before you can even protest his mouth finds yours.
His kiss takes your breath away, and he doesn’t give you time to think. He just wants you to feel.
Alex attacks you with long kisses, three of them that have you forgetting that you were even trying to get away. It’s as if something ignites in you both, the mere connection of your lips has your skin erupting in goosebumps, and they aren’t from the contrast with the hot water and the cold air.
But you seem to get some perspective and much to Alex’s disappointment, you pull back from the kiss. But he doesn’t let you go far at all, his hand on the back of your neck keeps you close enough your foreheads are resting against each others.
“It’s just a kiss.” Whispers the man who’s got your heart racing, his hand pulling your neck that bit closer hoping you’ll kiss him again.
“It’s never just a kiss with you,” You breathlessly reply, gently shaking your head, your nose rubbing against his.
When he pulls you back for another kiss you can’t deny yourself the simple pleasure. Because it is never just a kiss.
And it isn’t, because you’re not sure what this one is laced with, but you’re addicted. You don’t want to stop for a single second, especially not when he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you against him properly.
Your back arches, your chest against his now and he can feel your peaked nipples through your bikini top. He can’t help but groan, he’s been wanting to feel them against him in some capacity since he saw them through your bikini top when he lifted you onto his lap and you got cold and his head filled with filth about you.
About how he wanted to pinch them between his fingers so you’d make that noise he loves. About how he couldn’t stop thinking about his head being back between your thighs when he spotted the bruises he’d left there. About how he wanted nothing more than to tease you in front of his friends, to see how far he could push you out of your comfort zone. And after he could feel you throbbing on his thigh he wanted nothing more than to make you cum over and over again.
This kiss turns hard and hungry and it takes you enough by surprise that if you were standing you’d have stumbled back with the force of it. As you’re on his lap though, you can’t escape and you don’t for a second want to. Alex’s hands move your hips so you start grinding on him and both of you moan at the friction.
You hope that the rumble of the jets hides them from anyone other than the two of you, and you pray to every god that Katie and Jamie haven’t decided to go into their hot tub as they are the room beside yours. Despite the wooden panelling hiding the balconies completely from potential neighbours, you need to keep quiet. But it’s so difficult when he’s making you feel so good.
The more you grind against him, the more you can feel your stomach tighten with need. The way Alex is dragging you against his cock just makes you worse, your clit finally getting the friction it’s been aching for.
Minutes pass of your whining, gasping, and mewling as he encourages you, taking handfuls of your arse to pull you towards him as he bucks his hips up into yours. His moans motivate you more, your hips now erratic in search for relief as he kisses you.
Alex licks into your mouth like he can’t get enough of the way you taste. His groans spur you on, and his hand moving up to the middle of your waist has you arching into his chest again, and he can’t help but move his hips in time with yours, loving the little whines that escape your pretty lips.
But he needs to hear more, so when you tug on his hair, and he bucks up into you, he bites your bottom lip when you moan so he can muffle it with his own lips. He smirks when he pulls away and he grabs your face, his thumb and index finger pressing your cheeks together as he grinds you against him again, his fingers digging into your hip ensuring it.
The moan you let out for him then, you can’t suppress, and by the way Alex’s eyes seem to sparkle with delight shows you just how satisfied the sound makes him. Like it was intent all along to have you be loud for him.
“Do I feel good, sweet?” His voice a low whisper that has your throat bobbing.
The singer kisses his way up your jaw before biting your earlobe, and he clearly wants an answer, “Well?” His hand falling from your cheeks to your neck and the slightest pressure has your head in pieces.
“Mmm.” You hum in agreement pulling back enough to grab his jaw and bring his lips back up to yours.
You refuse to let him mark your neck up again, no matter how good his lips feel on your throat. And at this point you know he’d do it just to get the both of you caught to see if you could withstand your friends teasing.
This between you carries on for longer than it should. But that pull, that spark, between you, now ignited neither of you can get enough.
“You like knowing you get me this hard, just from seeing the bruises I left on your thighs?” Alex rasps, as he kisses slowly down your neck.
At this point, you think you’d do just about anything to have his lips on you or on your skin somehow. It’s addicting. So much so that you don’t remember the silly rule that you agreed upon, especially when Alex moves his hand
“From seeing these,” Alex hums against your neck as his thumbs circling both your nipples through your bikini. “I can still feel them on my chest from the other night.”
His lips trail down your neck and the top of your chest and he kisses over your skin and his hands grab at you that bit tighter as he says, “I want my mouth all over you, sweet.”
His thumbs hook into your bikini top and he pulls both cups to the side, leaving you bare for him. His lips are on your breast in a second and the other he kneads in his calloused hand.
Your head falls back, a moan falling freely from your lips as you grind yourself onto his cock as he sucks your nipple. Needing as much friction as you can get because you could easily finish like this if he carried on. But god, you want him inside you instead.
Picking your head up, your fingers tug in his hair encouraging him as his right hand now grabs your arse again making you move on him. Fuck, you could cum just from this, easily if he carries on.
He swaps to your other tit, lapping at it and savouring the sweetness of your skin and he can’t help but moan when you rut against him again. God, he just wants to have you like this forever, just free of inhibitions and completely giving into your desire.
“Well, sweet? You like knowing what you do to me?” He teases, but he takes it a step further and he reaches between you and he presses circles onto your clit through your clothes, “That I like feeling this greedy thing throbbing on my lap for me?”
The sound you let out is guttural and completely obscene. To mute it you harshly pull his hair so you can press your lips against his to quieten yourself. But fuck knows if he even helps.
His sweet torture continues and you feel the tension forming in your lower stomach, flames scorching your limbs, all caused by the man who’s name falls from your lips in desparate pleas, “Alex.”
His kiss is hot and heavy like a man starved, like he could never get enough of you. His hands claiming you is something promise you’ll never deny yourself the pleasure of again, those magic fucking fingers have you seeing stars. Each swipe of them against your clothed clit pushes you closer towards that delightful edge.
“I- Al, oh.” Fuck. You’re going to finish, this is it and it’s going to shatter you entirely.
His warm hands on you, the feeling of his chest rising and falling against your own, his body heat making your nipples perk from the stimulation. And his fucking cock that you’re aching to have inside you, he’s so hard all you can think about is reaching down and moving your costume to the side so you can line him up and fill you to the br-
So consumed with your thoughts and your erratic hips chasing the orgasm you're on the verge of having you miss the singer mumble against your lips, “Okay, that’s enough.”
You only register when Alex’s hand now holds your hip to stop you from moving and you hear him say, “Stop, sweet.”
“No,” You helplessly whine, entirely cockdrunk at this point, wanting him too badly and you kiss him deeply again.
But Alex only entertains the kiss for another second, before he pulls away and to stop your lips from following his again, he holds your jaw, “If you keep kissing me, we’re not going to make it another minute.”
You’re so breathless you barely understand what he means. But as you take a minute to get some oxygen back into your system you realise what you’ve done and god you want to lock yourself up and throw away the key.
“I’m sorry.” You swallow, looking away from his gaze.
“Don’t apologise.” Alex shakes his head, and you note he’s just as out of breath as you. And he gently readjusts your bikini so it’s covering your modesty again as he says, “We agreed on your rule, sweet, don’t wanna break it on day one now, do we?”
It’s his smirk that he gives you as he says the end of that which makes you say, “You’re a bully.”
Because he’s got you all hot and bothered, only to completely edge you and use ‘your rule’ as an excuse to leave you right on the brink. God you could absolutely throttle him. But knowing Alex, he’d enjoy it, so you keep your hands to yourself.
The singer just laughs, “You love it.” And he taps your arse under the water to prompt you to stand up so he can too.
Jesus Christ it’s only now that you realise how perishing the cold is, you practically jump out of the tub and run for your dressing gown before heading to the door. And you’re kind enough to hold the door open for Alex as he wraps his towel around his shoulders.
It’s only now that you gulp seeing just how little the swim shorts disguise his erection. Standing at attention is an understatement, and there’s a little spark of pride that scorches your blood knowing you’ve caused that.
You don’t let your eyes linger, but you know from the smug smirk on his face as he walks through the door that he’s caught you looking. And the prick opens his mouth, probably to bully you once more but you beat him to it as you close and lock the balcony door.
“You don’t care about the rule, why’d you stop when I was clearly enjoying myself?” You ask as you follow him to the door to your room.
“Because you were dead set about not wanting to before we came.” Alex tells you sincerely, and you can’t help your heart from warming that little bit as he looks you in the eye and says, “I don’t want you regretting anything between us.”
Swallowing down the smile you want to plaster all over your face, you tell him, “I don’t regret what just happened, for the record.”
“Good.” Alex smiles, walking the last few steps to your door. And the singer is about to open it before he pauses, turns back and tells you, “Oh, and don’t get yourself off.”
Immediately you frown a little. It’s a miracle your words don’t come out as a scoff, “Don’t think you have that authority.”
The smirk that comes to those pretty swollen lips and the way his eyes darken is something that needs capturing in a museum. Fucking hell it’s definitely banked away in a certain area of your mind.
“I could just fuck you now if you’re going to do that.” Alex raises his eyebrows, and you can tell he’so putting the offer out there.
But after him saying it’s only day one, you’re definitely not giving in now. A week without fucking him. You can do it. You just can’t fucking slip up again. How embarrassing of you to have given in to your temptations only mere hours after your holiday began.
Alex seems to understand your thoughts entirely so he quickly saves himself from a scolding, “Think of it as being edged instead, don’t touch yourself. It’ll make next week more fun.”
Your still fucking throbbing for him, aching isn’t even the right word for the need for relief you’re feeling. It looks like your bullet won’t be being used while you’re away after all. But if you’re showing restraint, you certainly won’t be the only one.
You nod, the corner of your lips tugging up a little seeing Alex smile down at you and as he reaches from the door handle to let himself out, you surprise him by saying, “Don’t touch yourself either then.”
He looks at you again, his eyes entirely full of surprise that you’ve given him an order. But he’ll do it for you. He won’t be a double standard, so he agrees.
Although when he opens the door and takes a step out, and you tell him, “Go get a cold shower.” He loves your brattiness.
“Could share one of those?” Alex offers as he takes a step back towards you, his eyes bright and full of mischief as he smirks down at you.
All you can think is, And end up having a repeat of the first time you were in the shower with him? No chance.
“See you tomorrow, Alex.” You smile, placing a hand on his bare chest and pushing him towards the door perpendicular to yours.
Alex chuckles, blowing you a teasing kiss, “Goodnight, sweet.”
~*~*~*~ January 4th 2019 ~*~*~*~
To say that the next couple of days were positively torturous would be a massive understatement. The cold shower you had after Alex left your room that first night didn’t do much to calm you down, the ache between your thighs didn’t disappear until well into the night of you tossing and turning in bed.
At one point you were ready to march into his room and tell him how unfair it is to leave you on edge like that, and that it was unfair because you’d be so pent up that you’d have a miserable holiday. But then you’d realise you’d see the singer's smug smirk and he’d say something along the lines of, ‘You’re so greedy that you come begging me to get you off, is that it? You can’t go even a few hours without me, can you not? You poor sweet thing.’
So you chose to stay warm in bed, following his direction of not getting yourself off and you eventually fall asleep. You swear though that if he got himself off and didn’t stick through this with you, you’d be absolutely fuming.
And you can’t help but be pleased when Alex eventually joins you all for breakfast the next morning, and he made a thunderstorm look appealing. ‘In a mood’ would be an understatement. The singer looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, he hadn't even bothered with his hair, it was still dishevelled, and his glum, tired face had a smile tugging on your lips.
Good. You like knowing you’re not the only one who felt absolutely tortured.
You had to hide your smirk by taking a drink of your orange juice, sipping it through the straw as your eyes linger on the singer who looks like he could commit a murder if his breakfast was served wrong. Clearly though, you’re not being as slick as you thought you were hiding your amusement by taking a drink because when Alex’s eyes lock with yours he sees the knowing in them.
Instead of shying away from him though, you stare straight into his eyes and let your smirk show when you pull your drink out. You even raise your eyebrows at him entirely enthralled that he looks so much worse than you this morning. Looks like it’ll be cold showers for him for the foreseeable future.
Alex couldn’t help but find you equally as amusing that morning at breakfast. The smile stayed on your face for the entirety of your meal and he could tell that seeing him so affected by the lack of your company had somehow boosted your confidence. So, pent up he may be, but he’d suffer in silence for as long as he needed to see that smug look on your face once more.
Alex made sure his teasing continued throughout that day and the next. His flirting and lingering looks had you more on edge than usual thanks to the fact you felt entirely touch-starved, but you couldn’t deny that he had your heart racing.
On the slopes he would sometimes wait for you if he wasn’t racing the boys or Flo down the mountain, to make sure you got down alright and there would be flirting when you’d stopped at the cafe’s that were half way down the slope. And he had you buy him the promised drinks that made you come on this holiday in the first place so you were happy keeping your end of that bargain.
He really made you smile today when you had a bit of a fall on the slope. He watched you fall but he stopped right beside you and made sure you were okay before getting you back to your feet and he went down the slope as by your side as he could get. And when you both reached the bottom, he played into checking you over, being cheeky and saying he’d have to get the layers off you to make a complete and thorough check. Something which of course you rolled your eyes at but you couldn’t keep the smile from your face.
When you walked out of your room each night dressed to go for dinner he told you how gorgeous you looked in your dress when he saw you, whether that be him stepping out of his room at the same time coincidentally or when you walked down with Katie and he was waiting for you with the other lads. Tonight was the latter and the way he looked you up and down made you feel all tingly inside.
And this evening at dinner he sat beside you and when you were waiting between courses, Alex rested his hand on your thigh, and it wasn’t at all to try and rile you, he seemed to just want to be affectionate. And Flo is right, why would you deny yourself that pleasure.
You know you’re nowhere near a relationship, or possibly even heading into that direction. But this fun you’re having with him, it doesn’t mean you can’t take comfort from the small meaningful gestures that you’ve found that you’ve missed since your last relationship.
So yes, you’ve adored the flirting, and matched his energy entirely by giving him back as much as good as you’ve got which grants you access to that cheeky smirk you’re starting to love being the cause of. You pretend like your heart doesn’t do something stupid when he’s affectionate and you’ll continue to act like you aren’t dying for him to touch you and kiss you and fuck you until you’re back home.
And all of this is the reason why right now, you’re absolutely seething at yourself. Why you’re now at this bar, side-eyeing the man who’s had you at whit's end for the past few days wanting god to do you a favour and stop what you’re seeing.
You hate it, you absolutely hate it. Seeing Alex’s hand on her hip, the way he smiles at her as she’s talking, and the way he’s making this random girl laugh.
It’s been at least 15 minutes now since he went up to the bar to get himself another drink and left your group at the few standing tables in the corner which you’d all claimed. And when you looked over after 5 minutes of him disappearing, you saw him at the bar talking away with possibly the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen.
Intimidated isn’t even the word you could use to compare yourself to the stunning woman. She’s just everything you’re not. Clearly she's confident to speak to a stranger normally and not at 100 miles per hour because she’s nervous. She’s absolutely gorgeous with the complete opposite hair colour and style to yours, and her dress accentuates all of her features perfectly, leaving little to everyone’s imagination but she’s so gorgeous and fearlessly self assured, there’s no way you could possibly compete with a woman like her.
Your chest sinks because it’s so easy for you to realise just how jealous of this woman you are. Not just because she holds Alex’s attention and you want that back for yourself, you’re just hit with that intimidatingly jealous feeling you’ve not experienced for such a long time. And it’s such a dirty feeling, you really judge yourself for it.
Because you’re well aware you’re not in a relationship with the singer. Yes you’re fucking each other but he could easily call that off at any point, especially on holiday when you’ve established you’re not sleeping with each other and that will make your self esteem plummet and not to be dramatic but you’ll more than likely never put yourself out there again, and you think that is valid enough if that’s how this night ended.
To make it worse, the ladies you’re with, your close friends can clearly see that you’re slipping into a foul mood. A few times you’ve been asked what’s wrong, and you’d have to tune back into conversations and plaster a fake smile on your face because you’ve got so stupidly in your head about all of this.
It was only when Katie followed your gaze to the bar did she realise what was making you slip into a bad mood. On the down low, when Kirsten and Flo were having their own conversation, Katie said, “Y/N/N?”
“Hmm?” You hum, tearing your eyes away from a laughing Alex and the stunning woman.
You look at your best friend as she seriously asks, “What are you waiting for?”
Immediately, you’re confused, “What?”
Katie can’t help but laugh to herself a little as you’re being so blatantly obvious to her. And she can’t lie, she secretly loves seeing you jealous, because she’s never witnessed it before. And the mere fact you’re being silently possessive over Alex is all the more amusing to her.
“Just go and get him.” She encourages you, seeing that you’re holding your glass of wine that little bit too tight.
She understands that you’re probably that bit more jealous too because you are bordering on being a little bit drunk. Your tolerance is slightly better than hers and she knows that you’ve drank near enough the same amount so she’s very aware how your thoughts are probably being manipulated by the alcohol.
“No, if he wants to play he can,” You tell her and put on a brave face, turning away from him now in an attempt to not shoot daggers at him with your eyes, “He just won’t be getting me again afterwards.”
And you mean it. You won’t get caught up in that STD mess waiting to happen. Condoms or not. It’s a no from you.
You drink with the girls a bit more then, the other lads make you laugh too but after a few minutes you become all too aware again that there’s a missing piece. And it’s like a wound to the chest when you see he’s still there talking to that woman and they seem to be standing that little bit closer, smiles still on both of their faces.
Something about it hurts, and not due to the fact he’s being flirted with. It mostly gets to you because he’s being so kind to someone he’s just met and you only got that side of him after a ten years and only when you called him out for his behaviour. It makes your heart sink a little, you just don’t know why he wasn’t ever this friendly toward you when you were first introduced, yet he can be so kind, smiley, and flirty to a complete stranger.
Up until 6 months ago, Alex would barely hold a conversation with you and something about that always hurt. The effort you’d make only for it to go unreciprocated when he probably knew how much it took for you to not be socially awkward around him. It’s a blow to your chest and to your ego.
And to make it worst, he’s flirting with this girl as if you haven’t been fucking each other for a month and he didn’t almost fuck you in the hot tub the other night. As if the bruises he left on your thighs aren’t still very prominent and he didn’t edge you, leaving you craving every little bit of him for the last two days. And now he’s flirting with someone that isn’t you.
And you can’t even blame the woman for flirting with him. He looks impeccable this evening. He’s in a black suit with a black shirt and he looks incredible. Like you’d do just about anything for him to pull you aside in this darkened bar and for him to whisper filthy promises in your ear before his lips find yours and he takes your breath away all over again.
But you’re not so lucky. And your mood worsens when you see the bartender come back with two drinks in his hands and he places them in front of the pair. But it’s when Alex gets his card out and seemingly pays for both does your heart drop.
Has he just fucking bought her a drink?
You blink a few times and force yourself to look away. The feeling that’s settled in your stomach not being one that you want to ever be feeling. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and you wish it wasn’t running through your veins right now so you try and breath through it, letting the thoughts pass you by as quickly as they come.
The people that know you best though, can see you’ve sort of checked out from the conversations surrounding you, and you’re staring out of the window at the snow that’s beginning to gently fall. Your best friend knows it’s not the same zoned out as you were awestruck when you first arrived on this holiday though, it’s due to you being in your head because of the man at the bar.
And it seems Katie isn’t the only one, because Flo asks Mrs Cook quietly, “Should I go tell him?”
Katie notes that she nods over towards the bar, but your best friend immediately shakes her head.
“No,” She tells her, “Let him dig his own grave.”
Because after everything last year, she wants Alex to prove himself worthy of having her best friend. She knows you deserve something good, and despite being 99% sure that Alex is just being polite to a fan at the bar, she wants him to prove that he wouldn’t ruin this good thing that you both have going for the sake of another woman who could pass as a model.
So Katie distracts you, getting another glass of wine down you is easy to do and she has you giggling with her and Flo again.
While you adore your friends for their distraction tactics, Alex and the stunning woman linger in your mind, and you feel like you need a second to quieten those intrusive thoughts. So you head to the toilet in hopes to clear your head but when you hold the sink and look at your reflection the clarity that hits you is that you’re drunk and probably (most definitely) overreacting, and you just find yourself wanting to close your eyes.
So that’s why when you make your way back to your friends, who Alex is still not with, you decide your night is done.
“Guys, I’m going to head back.” You tell all of them, “The wine has gone to my head and I’m so tired after today.”
Each and every one of their faces fall and they all start a little bit of a commotion, shaking their heads and shout over each other drunkenly pleading with you not to go. But it’s a singer who is the one that complains the loudest.
“Noooo come on, Y/N/N.” Miles throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as he says, “Party with us.”
You smile at him but there’s no way you’ll be giving in. You need your bed. And to get away from Alex and the stunning woman taking all of his attention at the bar.
“Miles, you saw the fall I had earlier today,” You almost wince at the memory, “I’m knackered and just wanna get in bed so I’m good again tomorrow.”
“I’ll walk you back.” Jamie offers but immediately you shake your head, having none of it.
“No, you’re having a great time, stay out. Have fun.” You smile, giving him a look to say ‘do not put on your coat’ as you put on your own.
You’ll be perfectly fine getting back by yourself, everywhere is lit well enough to make the 5 minute walk back feel safe. And you could certainly use the time to clear your head.
So you just smirk, wrapping your coat around you and downing the last of your white wine. And you grin, “I'll see you all hungover for breakfast in the morning.”
They all laugh at your little joke, knowing it’ll more than likely come to fruition, before they pull you into hugs goodbye. Flo, you realise, gives the best hugs out in the group, and she holds you tightly as she whispers in your ear, “Are you sure?”
You don’t hesitate to nod, “Positive.”
She pouts a little as you pull away from the hug but you give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her to have another drink for you which makes her giggle and she promises she will. And then the only person left over here you have to hug is your very drunk best friend, and Katie all but smothers you with her bear hug.
God you adore your best friend so much. Or you do until she easily reads between the lines and questions your actions.
“This isn’t to do with Alex, is it?” She asks, pouting like she’s both angry and upset, “Because you can’t let him spoil your fun.”
You hate that she knows you so well, but wanting to go back to your hotel room is only marginally to do with Alex at this point. You know if you drank anymore tonight you’d be worse for wear tomorrow and you don’t want to ruin this precious holiday by staying in your room wanting to throw up.
“No, I'm just tired.” You lie, trying not to even think about the fact that Alex not really giving you any attention and flirting with another girl was what triggered your bad mood in the first place. You tell her, “I just wanna get some sleep.”
“Okay queen.” Katie nods before she pulls back and she looks into your eyes to seriously tell you, “Text me as soon as you get back to the hotel, okay?”
“I will.” You promise her and after she gives you another hug, you turn to leave.
You avoid looking anywhere near the bar even though you have to pass it to leave, but you’re quick and you leave out of the side doors and make it down the stairs fairly quickly. The automatic doors expose you to the cold air quickly and you’re so thankful you chose your long, navy dress this evening, even if you were regretting the slit in it that comes up to just above your knee when the wind hits you.
Thankfully, your ‘going out coat’ is a long one, coming down to just past your knees, and would retain most of your body heat, so as you walk towards the doors you start to slowly button it up. But your buttons aren’t cooperating, they won't go through the bloody buttonhole. Clearly nothing wants to go right for you this evening.
And you end up not paying attention to where you’re going as you walk out of the bar, you don’t realise that the smoking areas out front has gotten busier so you end up turning to head back to your hotel and you bump into someone at quite a little bit of force. Immediately, you end up almost slipping too, not realising that the ground has become slippy too thanks to the fresh snow landing and melting. But before you fall arse over tit, you're saved by your own victim. The poor man you bumped into.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” You say as you grab onto his tattooed arm that stabled you.
And it’s only when you’re sure you’re steady on your feet do you look at the exquisite man. A gasp almost leaves your mouth at just how attractive he is. The strong jawline, the short black hair, the sun kissed skin, and possibly the most stunning eyes you’ve ever seen in your entire life. They are such a gorgeous shade of blue they almost look purple, and God, you half wish you could stare into them all night.
“No worries,” The man holding your arm says, and once he’s satisfied you can stand properly again, his eyes drop to take you in.
It makes you feel like your heart is in your throat for the two seconds he checks you out, but under the stare of those gorgeous eyes, it feels like it lasts an age. You can’t help watching as a small smirk forms on his lips, clearly pleased with what he sees and when his eyes meet yours again, you feel like your knees could fall from under you again if he wasn’t still holding you up. He’s dream worthy.
His fingers move down your wrist and he gently comes to squeeze your hand as he smirks but endearingly says, “Careful darling.”
Immediately, the pet name makes you flush, and under his gaze you feel like you’re vibrating somehow, and you realise just how badly you need to get yourself back to your hotel. So to not make a fool out of yourself again, you cut the situation short.
“Thank you.” You give him a gracious smile and a small nod of your head before turning towards your hotel and safely begin to rush off.
In your peripherals, you see the two other men that the stunning man was accompanied by and you’re glad you didn’t interact with them too, because they look just as attractive as their friend. You’d surely crumble under their gazes and start awkwardly chatting their ears off so you’re pleased to get away from both them and that bar.
At least this gives your drunk mind a quick distraction from wondering what Alex and that girl are currently up to. You try not to think about how cosy they might have got or if either of them have made a move. No, you’d rather think about your embarrassing encounter with a model worthy guy who then checked you out and you said thank you to him.
Thank you? God, you’re so fucking stupid for saying thank you Y/N/N, that doesn’t even make sense. Thank you for me bumping into you and being so kind about it? What was the thank you for? Silly bitch.
God you really need to get to sleep. Your brain is absolutely spinning.
Instead you find yourself focussing on the crunch of snow under your boots, how you can see your breath in front of you. And the gentle light coming from the lampposts illuminates the snow that’s slowly falling from the sky and you can’t help but think that it’s so beautiful despite it being so cold.
Finally you manage to do up the buttons of your coat and your hands are stuffed in your pockets as you carry on walking. But it’s only a few seconds later, you hear your name being shouted behind you. You think you’re hearing things so you don’t stop walking, but then you hear someone running behind you and a gentle call of, “Sweet.” As he begins to slow down.
Alex is out of breath by the time he’s beside you, and a gentle hand on your arm stops you from walking. A mixture of emotions runs through you in that moment, happy that he’s not with that girl anymore is certainly one of them, but annoyance at him for him even flirting with someone else hits you all over again.
And it just makes your mood worse, because you absolutely despise being jealous. You hate it. You hate the tightness in your chest and you hate the way you start to second guess everything. And you don’t think you should be second guessing if you’re good enough.
But you keep all of that to yourself, not wanting to annoy Alex or appear jealous or be overbearing. You’re just drunk and you need to get over yourself.
“Sweet.” Alex says a little out of breath, “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing.” You say more flatly than you meant to and turn to carry on walking to the hotel.
You’d scorn yourself for it, but you’re glad Alex doesn’t pick up on your tone. He just follows after you, falling into step as he asks, “Why are you leaving so early?”
“It’s almost one Alex,” You tell him, “I’m tired.”
You’re certainly not telling him that he’s a part of the reason you’re leaving. Even if he has finally given someone else the time of day for a brief minute tonight.
Trying not to focus on the mixed emotions cursing through you, you end up telling the singer, “You don’t have to walk me back, go back to the bar.”
“And let you walk back on your own at one in the morning?” Alex frowns down at you, “I don’t think so.”
You shake your head slightly at that, knowing he’s just doing that because of the story you told him about how you don’t like to walk alone at night. But you don’t want him here solely because of that. “I don’t need your pity.”
“There’s no pity, I’m just not a dickhead, sweet.” Alex’s smile then turns into a smirk as he throws his arm around your shoulders and he pulls you against him, “Now let me keep you warm.”
Your chest feels lighter somehow at his actions, and it makes you feel all gooey and smiley inside. But your brain is telling you to keep a hard exterior after what you witnessed tonight, so you try and brush him off, “Al, I’m fine.”
But the singer is having none of it. He just holds you tighter teases, “You’re moody.”
“I’m tired.” You correct him, even though you’re lying through your teeth.
“With your little rule, I thought you would have been reserving more energy.” Alex smirks, not being able to pass on the opportunity to torture you that little bit more.
You don’t mute your scoff at that, and decide that silence is what he deserves after that comment and him flirting with someone else all evening. And it hits you all over again how up until a few months ago you’d only get silence and sneers from him, but that woman at the bar instantly got smiles and flirting. It makes you want to push his arm off your shoulder and you fall silent again.
It’s confusing. Wanting to scold him but then also lean into him and accept the joy the simple pleasure of him hugging you brings you. And you’re feeling it all at once. You don’t understand it and don’t really know how to process it.
Sleep. You need sleep.
With his free hand, Alex digs into his coat pocket and pulls out his gloves, noticing you’re shivering, “Here take these.”
“Thank you.” You accept them quietly and graciously and don’t waste much time putting them on, even if they are too big for you.
Alex smiles once you have them on, and he squeezes your shoulder that bit tighter as he grins, “They suit you.”
“Bit big, but I'll take it.” You shrug a little, and give him a bit of a smile so you don’t look like a colossal bitch. It was a kind gesture after all.
Alex grins back down, his eyes bright as he says with a knowing look, “Well, you know what they say about big hands, sweet.”
Holding your own smile back, you fake a roll of your eyes and look away from him, “You’re not funny.”
“What?” Alex asks, faking innocence but smirking, “Just big gloves, nothing untoward.”
You share an amused look then, both looking into each other's eyes and knowing for certain that was not what he was meaning. In those few seconds though, you can’t help but notice how gorgeous he looks, with the snow falling down around him, a few flakes having found home in his hair and he just looks so pretty and happy.
You always want to look at him and see that cheeky smile looking back down at you. It makes you feel all warm inside.
But then that crude sense of humour has to go and ruin the moment.
“Anyway,” He smirks, “You already know how big I am. I don't think I need to remind you just yet.”
The way your cheeks heat up immediately is almost as embarrassing as the way your gaze snaps away from his. You just try to act nonchalant about it, shaking your head, “Way to lower the tone.”
“I think it was your dirty mind that lowered the tone, sweet.” Alex laughs and he has you giggling along with him.
It doesn’t take long to get back to the hotel, and you walk in a comfortable silence with your head finally not filled with everything to do with the bar. You just enjoy having his attention back, and that he keeps pulling you back into him, and rubbing the top of your arm in an effort to keep you warm.
You expect the singer to walk you into the lobby and bid you goodnight there before he heads back out to your other friends. But he surprises you, stepping into the lift with you and even when you’re going up to your floor he keeps his arm around you like he doesn’t want to let you go.
“Thank you for walking me back, you really didn’t have to.” You tell him after he walks you to your door and you get your keycard out of your pocket.
Only when you look at him again does he tell you, “Stop thanking me for being a decent human being.”
You smile at him for a second there, and it is a truly grateful one. Despite everything tonight, you really are thankful he came back with you. If not for your safety, but then at least for your peace of mind about what he was up to when you left. Your chest fills with the hatred of the jealousy you’re feeling once more.
But it’s like the man looking at you can somehow read your emotions. Because he once again flips them on their head when he takes you in again and sees how gorgeous you look in that navy dress and the way it hugs you.
He seems a little breathless as he says, “You really do look incredible tonight by the way.”
You look down at yourself, really not thinking you looked anything more than presentable tonight. But two men have checked you out this evening and seemed pleased with what they saw, and you know Alex well enough now to know that he doesn’t just say these things, he actually means them.
“I- Thank you.” You stumble for a second, but gladly take the compliment.
As you turn to open your door, Alex takes a step towards his, which makes you frown. He’s going to bed?
“You can go back out, you know?” You say before he even takes another step.
You don’t really understand why he’d be going to his room when he could go back out and have a good time with either your friends or the stunning woman he was chatting to. Surely he didn’t just leave because you did?
Alex shrugs, and takes a step back towards you, “Don’t want to.”
“Why?” You can’t help but question, “Looked like you were having a good time.”
“Not that good, I wasn’t spending it with you.” Alex shamelessly flirts as he comes to stand right beside you again, hoping to see you get all flustered.
He adores being the cause of it, and he even likes when you run your mouth back at him and flirt with him too. It makes him happier than he should admit to himself at this point in your little arrangement. But you shock him completely and don’t do either of those things.
No, instead Alex watches as you tense slightly and you become ridged. The smile falling from your face entirely.
“You knew where I was.” You shrug, not knowing what more you could have done. It’s not like you could go up to him and demand his attention, or steal him away and he figures out why and he teases you for it.
You just turn back towards your door and mumble under your breath as you put the card in, “Besides, it seems that you found her quite interesting.”
This has Alex smirking, possibly the biggest he ever has. Not that you can see that smirk as you’re still fumbling about with your keycard and putting it in the door the wrong way. So it gives him a little time to compose himself enough that you won’t hate him when he gets you to look at him again.
You’re jealous. Hence the mood, short replies, and the pout that was just seeping onto your face… It all makes perfect sense now.
Alex tones his smirk down into a slight grin before he get your attention again, “Sweet?”
“What?” You ask, just about managing to open your door before you turn back to him.
And it’s only when you do, you see the way he’s looking at you. His amusement is clear to see, but he doesn’t say anything. He just takes a step close to you, and before you really know it his lips are on yours and he gently eases you backwards until your back is against the heavy door you’ve not opened more than an inch.
It’s a sweet kiss, full of longing and care and words you’ve both yet to say. And the way he gently holds your waist, pulling you against him now, his arm running inside your coat and around your back so he can press you fully against him as his lips move in sync with yours. His hand on your jaw moves that bit higher, so his thumb can caress your cheek and you think this might be the sweetest kiss you’ve ever shared.
It’s gentle and full of emotion, even when his tongue finds home with yours. It makes the both of you hot despite both of your lips softly moving together. Something about it runs deeper, like he’s trying to tell you something without explicitly coming out with it.
His hold on your waist gets that bit tighter which has you melting into him. Unable to stop yourself, you also let out a tiny hum of bliss against his lips and you hold his coat in your fist that bit tighter. This is what you’ve been after all night. This is what you’ve been craving. Him and every last bit of him.
Even when the kiss comes to its natural end, you wish it wasn’t finished. And you’re glad that it doesn’t seem to be. But the man who makes your heart skip a beat says something you really aren’t expecting.
“I’m only interested in sleeping with you.” Alex tells you, before he leaves you with one last breathless kiss.
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A/N: What did you think?!?!? NRIACC bestiesssss!! How was it seeing Wheels again?! She's my multiverse I had to hahaha! But how bloody cute are Sweet and Alex, god I adore them so so much. Until next time besties x
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You pushed through a crowd of uncomfortably sticky people, trying to make your way to the door that would lead backstage. You weren't actually planning on entering, just hoping that Alex would be hanging out near there.
But to your disappointment, all you saw there were other girls huddling around the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of the band. You knew you weren't any better than them, you were there doing the exact same thing that they were.
You poked your head around trying to see if Alex was somehow there, but he wasn't.
The festival was coming to a close and you were about ready to go home and give up on what seemed like wasted hope that you would get to talk to him.
You walked around with a sorrow face trying to look for your friends, assuming they would want to go home as well. You looked at the bar but they weren't anywhere to be found.
You continued wandering aimlessly trying to find any sign of them. By this point you would've called them but your phone had just run fresh out of battery and you mentally cursed yourself for being so careless.
You eventually figured that you'd make your way to the car, there was a chance that they would already be there waiting, hopefully not too drunk off their asses. But even if they weren't, you had the car keys and you would be able to charge your phone there and be able to communicate with them then.
Fatigue was really starting to catch up with you, all the jumping, yelling and dancing you had done tonight was taking its toll on your energy. Your pace started to become sluggish but soon you reached your car.
And to your dismay, your friends weren't there either. You sighed before reaching for your keys in your bag.
But you stopped once you opened the zipper as the sound of commotion redirected your attention. You noticed that a group had formed around a bus. You figured it was one of the other artists that performed earlier so you shrugged it off and continued to look for your keys.
That was until you heard girl shriek, making you stop your search.
"Alex! Can you sign my phone case please!?"
You immediately turned around and walked ran towards the bus. Once you arrived, you noticed Alex and the rest of the band stopping to interact with the group, taking pictures and signing various items and body parts.
You desperately tried getting to the front, hoping to catch Alex and finally introduce yourself. In the process, you angered the people around you as they also had the same motives you did and they started resisting which only made it more difficult.
You were so close, you were just mere inches away from them. But suddenly the crowd started pushing forward, almost pushing you toward the ground in the process.
One you gained stability, you noticed the band entering the van. They waved and said their final goodbyes to everyone. Alex was the last one to get in and as he waved into the crowd, his eyes caught yours.
His faced turned from shock and formed into a hopeful smile. You could see him start shift to go back down the stairs when you felt you hands grip and tug your arm.
"C'monn lets go I'm tired and I'm so sweaty." your friend whined.
"Yeah we'll go in a minute I just have to-" you returned to look at the bus and that's when you saw Alex speaking with one of his band mates. You saw him frown and slowly nod.
You opened your mouth to yell out at him, but another tug at your arm prevented you from doing so.
"What're you doing? let's go I want to take off these heels my feet are killing me." your other friend chimed in, rubbing her ankles.
"I said we'll leave soon, I just really have to talk to someone." you replied, more frustrated this time.
But once you turned once again, the doors were closed and there and neither was Alex.
The crowd started to scatter and the bus engine turned on. You just stood there distraught as your friends continued on moaning about how they were tired and wanted to leave.
Once again the familiar feeling of melancholy clouded your mind as the bus drove off.
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HEY GIRL!
so so so happy you are back bby <3
Can we get some soft Alex? Maybeee childhood friends trope, but Alex was an ass and now he wants her bad? Also virgin reader if possible xx
Regrets and Roses
Alex Turner X Fem!Reader
Warnings: long ass story bit, fingering, multiple orgasm, penetrative sex (p in v), a little bit of sad stuff, oral (fem receiving), praise, virgin reader
It was never one of those "love at first sight" stories, in fact, love was out of the question, or so you thought.
You and Alex had known each other practically your entire lives. Your moms were best friends, so you'd subsequently grown up together. You were sandbox friends, spending weekends in each other's gardens, while your mothers sipped tea on the patio. They always playfully joked about how you’d surely get married one day.
But, that's not to say that you always got along.
Alex always teased you, especially in high school. The truth is you'd had a desperate crush on him when you were younger, and when he became too cool for you, it broke your heart. You knew you would never be one of the glamorous girls he took to school dances or the models in the magazines he flipped through with his friends. Alex wasn't the most popular guy, but he still had some merit and always a girl or two on his arm.
Of course, you couldn’t possibly imagine telling him how you felt. However, you never were quite able to hide your feelings, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. It was almost sadistic how he knowingly played with your emotions every chance he got. Every family function was torture knowing he would always be there, pestering you to no end.
As time passed you both grew up and the past faded away. You both occasionally crossed paths at first but once Alex’s career took off you veered off in completely different directions, following your passions. You weren't surprised when Alex became the world-renowned superstar he always wanted to be. The lifestyle suited him, at least the hair gel and the groupies did for sure.
You'd opened a little flower shop on the corner by your childhood home. You lived and breathed it. It was everything you'd ever dreamed of as a little girl materialized before you. You worked day and night tending to your greenhouse and working on arrangements.
Alex quickly learned being a rockstar wasn’t all it was choked up to be. I mean sure he adored it, traveling the world and sharing his passion with roaring crowds who fell at his feet but the trail of broken relationships and drunken hookups he left behind him solidified his feelings of loneliness. It became impossible to find a genuine connection; the screaming people out in those crowds, the girls in his bed each night, and every new face he met knew him as Alex Turner this sultry rockstar stage creation he’d made for himself like a beautifully decorated mask. He tried to fill the gaps but that was hardly possible.
Despite his busy schedule, he always made time to reach out to his parents back home. His mother called often, still always worried about him traveling so often so when the phone started to ring he already figured out who would be on the other line. The sun prodded harshly through the loosely drawn curtains, illuminating his bedroom in an orange glow. Rolled over strenuously, the soft white sheets falling from his bare chest. His head was pounding, a reminder of the night's activities, along with the unknown woman stirring beside him. He rubbed his temple harshly before picking up the phone. “Good morning, dear!”, his mother chirped on the other line. He managed a groggy greeting in response, prompting his mother to reprimand him for not getting enough sleep.
She loved to chat. Most times he thought she just loved the sound of her own voice, but he always indulged her, knowing how much she missed having him around. She was going on about her flower beds when she mentioned a name in passing that he hadn’t heard in years. “Y/N L/N?”, he inquired. “Yes of course?” She replied matter-of-factly, before resuming whatever trivial topic she was babbling about. The memories struck him like a brick to the back of the head. You hadn’t crossed his mind in a long time.
He recalled your first day of high school together, the way you blushed every time he looked in your direction. You were always so sweet and tender. How you waited to walk to school with him that morning, and how he left you at your doorstep as he went about with his new friends,
The time he flirted with you just to get answers for that week's math assignment,
The time he brought his latest fling to your family’s dinner party just for laughs.
He winced at the memories and the many more that followed. The guilt weighed on him for how horribly he treated you. Yet you were always there at his beck and call, despite each cruel act. Your only crime was loving him and not meeting his standards. Maturity smacked him in the face as he was forced to face the reality of his actions.
“How’s Y/N?” he blurted. His mother was caught rather off guard by the question, “Well her shop’s doing fantastic, you know she's just so sweet, she helps me prune the hydrangeas every spring-”. “Her shop?”, he questioned. “Her flower shop, dear”, his mother replied confusion lacing her tone. He couldn’t help the smile that crept up his lips. You always loved flowers, meddling about in your front garden with his mother and your own.
Consumed by his thoughts, he could hardly concentrate on his mother’s ramblings. He couldn’t help but type your name into the search bar, he had to see how you were doing. A social media profile popped up, but the photos simply had to be someone else. Yet they had your name scrawled on each one. You weren’t the shy nerdy teenager anymore. Your once geeky appearance turned soft and divinely feminine. You were inexplicably beautiful. He sat in shock for a moment, a dumbfounded expression hanging over his face. Your warm smile sat illuminating his phone screen, his eyes flicked back to the woman in his bed. Truthfully he didn't even know her name, she was a reflection of his lifestyle. Extravagant pleasures felt empty and meaningless without someone special to share them with.
Your cute little shop was tagged just under your name, he couldn’t help himself.
When the order came in you were positively shocked. You quite literally lept for joy, your small shop certainly held its own but this was the largest order anyone had ever put a request in for; 10 large bundles of baby pink roses, each tied with a white ribbon. You set the date for two weeks from now and joyfully began fluttering about your greenhouse
Your nerves pricked with excitement as you jumped out of bed. Today was the day you were expecting the big client and you were ecstatic, to say the least. You'd been in contact with them for a few weeks now and they had insisted on meeting in person to take a look at some of your rose color variations and check up on the progress you’d made. They detailed in their email that they'd been planning a lavish event of sorts and it would be incomplete without your large collections of sweet, colorful roses.
You almost skipped through the door, flipping the closed sign resting on the doorframe to open. The start of your day was pretty standard. Mr Atkinson stopped in like clockwork every Sunday. “Your usual?”, you smiled handing him the prepared bundle of lilies and baby’s breath. “Until the Mrs. gets tired of me”, He chuckled, his cheerful wrinkly smile always warmed your heart. Just as you turned back to the old man you caught a glimpse of him. A vision trick of the past.
The soft, familiar sound of your delicate laugh melted him almost instantly as he set foot in the door. His demeanor remained confident until he saw you look back at him. When your eyes met he saw the color drain from your face, a sight that felt like a punch to the gut. You tried to shake your nerves as you resumed your conversation, saying farewell to the old patron. You turn back to face him, feigning a smile. “I’m here for a large order of arrangements..”, he trailed off, you were more beautiful in person. Your cheeks were rosy and your hair looked so soft, he couldn’t help but be infatuated with you. “Right this way sir”, you nodded plainly.
As you lead him through the little shop, he takes note of everything. The scattered pots and vases, the colorful flowers, and the sweet scent of fresh blooms in the air. It all brought back memories of when he used to tease you relentlessly for loving them so much. His heart aches with guilt and regret. “You seem quite famous around here nowadays,” he asks hesitantly, trying not to stare too much at your beauty. “I’m hardly famous, sir, I believe you’re the celebrity out of the two of us”, You respond politely. The formalities stung. It was as if you’d severed all ties with him, refusing to even use his name. You lead him back into one of the greenhouses with the many bundles of roses strewn about the tables.
“Well even if you’re not famous to everyone else, you’re certainly famous to me” He replies sincerely, “Your flower arrangements are truly amazing.”. “Thank you sir”, you quietly replied. You were almost afraid to say his actual name, it brought back too many painful memories from your childhood.
He watches as you carefully place the last of each individual flower into its respective spot within the arrangement. The sight of your delicate hands working so gracefully fills him with a mixture of longing and regret. He loved sharing his music with the world, he wasn’t sure if he could ever get enough of the rush, but he couldn’t shake the itch of what could've been had he stayed behind and lived a simple, peaceful life with you. “You know.. I never thought I would come here today,” he admits quietly, unable to keep the sadness from creeping into his voice. “But seeing you like this..”, he continued, “I wish things could have been different”.
You almost grew angry, feeling like he had the audacity to say such things after everything he put you through. “Well, sir, you certainly made things this way”, you reply coldly, keeping your composure even. His heart sinks at your response, and he knows your right. He should have reached out sooner before he left Sheffield, but fear and pride held him back. “I know I wasn’t the best person back then, Y/N” he admitted shamefully, “I can’t even begin to apologize for the pain and humiliation I’ve caused you.. I want to be better- seeing you like this makes me want to be better, I’ll make amends in any way I possibly can.”. “I’m not sure if that’s possible now, Alex”, your tone of voice wasn’t angry or aggressive, if anything it was tired and saddened.
His eyes meet yours, and they brim with genuine remorse, “Maybe not fully, but I want to try anyway,” he says earnestly, taking a small step closer to you, “I want to make things right between us”. “I gave you that chance many years ago, and you burnt me”, You sighed, averting your eyes, “You left scars on my heart that will never fade, I’m not sure I can open myself up like that again”. He takes another step towards you, his expression pleading. “Please give me another chance, Y/N”, his voice cracks slightly as he speaks, revealing the depth of his emotions, “Let me show you I’ve changed, that I’m not the same person I was before.”
Years ago you would’ve given everything to hear him say that, but now you hardly know what to say. “I-I don’t know”, you manage to stutter out. He reaches out and gently touches your arm, his fingers lingering against your skin. “Please..”, he whispers, his voice dripping with vulnerability, “give me the chance to prove I’m worthy of your forgiveness”.
You think about it for a few seconds. Maybe he’s different now, you suppose it won’t hurt to find out for yourself. “Okay”, you sigh, “I’m free after I close up here”. He perks up instantly, looking like a kid on Christmas, “My hotel is just up the street, the bar has some half-decent food?”. You accept, biting back the ghost of a smile threatening to creep upon your lips. He nods gratefully, “Thank you, Y/N”.
The workday flies by as a mixture of anxiety and anticipation consumes your thoughts. You walk home, opening your door with a soft sigh. You sat at your vanity, styling your hair for the night, decorating it with a simple ribbon. You painted your cheeks with a light blush and fluffed out your eyelashes with some mascara. You picked out a dainty white sundress littered with small flowers. The material was light and soft against your skin, making you feel almost as if you were floating with each step. When going through your closet you spot a dainty matching set of lace underwear. With a small smile, you took it out deciding you wanted to feel extra pretty tonight, even if no one else got to see them. Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe the way you're feeling, you certainly hadn’t expected the day to unfold the way it has. You slip on some heels and grab your purse before slipping out the door.
You yelp, startled, as you bump into him. He feels awful, grabbing hold of your forearms to steady you. “I’m so sorry!”, he gasped. He was wearing a linen, baby blue button down with the first couple buttons unclasped, a pair of dark trousers, and leather dress shoes. He held a single daisy in his hand, your favorite. He smiled a warm goofy smile, the small flower adding a gentle touch of charm to his already charming demeanor. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist stopping by to escort you over”, he explains, holding out the flower towards you.
You blush at the gesture, accepting the delicate flower. Perhaps he really has changed. You walk down the street side-by-side as he cracks some bad jokes and talks about the people you used to know. A faint smile spreads across your lips as you loosen up to the idea of being around him once more. As you chat about old friends and acquaintances, he can sense the lingering tension starting the fade away from your body language. His own nerves began to ease with yours, and soon you’re both laughing and enjoying each other company from cozy barstools.
“So tell me,” he asks, leaning forward with genuine curiosity, “what brings you the most happiness since those days?”. “Nothing too exciting, but I enjoy the simplicity of being a florist. You know I always loved tending the garden”, You smile, siping a martini. He nods understandingly, appreciating your passion. “That's wonderful”, he replies, taking a sip of his own drink, “it must be incredibly rewarding to create something so delicate and breathtaking”. “You could say that”, you smile. His sincerity appears so genuine, making it easy to forget who he used to be. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, it feels as if time stands still. In that moment, he truly sees you.
He swallows hard, trying to find the words to express how deeply moved he is by the person you’ve become in his absence. "You're truly amazing, Y/N," he says softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his, "I can't believe how far you've come.". The contact makes you nervous like a teenager on their first date, “Thank you, Alex”. “And thank you for giving me the time of day, even when I didn’t deserve it”, his eyes are full of emotion as he gazes into yours, seeking reassurance and validation of the newfound connection you’ve established. You remain speechless at his response. Noticing your silence, he sucks in a deep breath and continues, "I promise to do everything in my power to prove to you how sorry I am for the way I treated you.", His voice is raw with vulnerability and honesty. Alex has always been poetic, always having a way with words. It was one of the things that made you fall for him years ago. You smile back warmly, nodding in response.
You spent the night chatting over drinks and mediocre food. Hours upon hours had passed and as the dusk faded into night, you found yourself alone in the corner of the dark, empty bar. The more intoxicated you both get, the more he grows curious about what you’ve been up to while he's been gone. "Have you been seeing anyone since.. well since I left?", he asked. You thought back to the many hands you’ve rejected throughout the years, "Well no, I've just been trying to focus on the business I suppose..". He seems relieved to hear that you haven’t settled for someone else during his absence, and his expression softens further as he takes your hand in his again. "Well I'm glad to hear that," he says honestly, squeezing your hand gently. "Because if there's one thing I know for certain right now, it's that I never want to lose you again.", his eyes hold a depth of sincerity and longing that speak volumes about the feelings he's harboring.
You nervously shift, “Alex.. I still am not completely sure about this”. He looks at you intently, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "I understand that it might take some time for you to trust me again," he says gently, "But all I ask is for the opportunity to prove myself to you along the way. To show you that I've really changed". “Okay,” you agree cautiously, a small smile painted on your lips. His face lightens up once more with relief and excitement, and he leans in close, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Thank you," he whispers against your mouth, "For giving me another chance.". This gesture causes your cheeks to burn a bright red “Please know that I cherish this moment and every moment we share from now on”, he brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead with tenderness, before placing another gentle kiss on your cheek.
You look into his eyes, filled with intense emotion and the overconfidence of alcohol. Love from the past bursting through the many walls you’d built around your heart. For the first time, you can see your feelings reflected in his eyes. You take a shaky breath before you cup his cheeks, pulling his lips to yours.
At the touch of your lips on his he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. The intensity of your connection is palpable, and it feels like time has stopped as you explore each other's mouths with growing passion. When you finally break apart for air, you both gasp for breath, your faces flushed and hearts racing. You glance around at the quiet room before turning back to him, your eyes projecting your desires, “I never got over you, you know”. His eyes widen in surprise at your admission, he hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Really? But...after everything I did to you?". He can't help but feel a mix of gratitude and confusion as he processes what you’ve just said to him. “It was always you, Alex”, you whisper softly against his lips. As he listens to your words, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him: guilt, happiness, and a profound sense of gratitude. He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, "I don't deserve this," he says honestly, "But I'll do anything to make it up to you." His voice is thick with desire, and he leans in for another soulful kiss, pouring all of his desperate feelings into it.
He breaks the kiss once more, gasping for air, “Come with me,”, he urges, grasping your hand. You follow him closely as he leads you down a winding hallway until you reach his room. Once inside he turns to face you, his eyes burning with lust as he takes in your beauty. He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the silky texture beneath his fingertips. "God, you're stunning," he murmurs, "And I can't believe I almost let you go.".
He leans down to capture your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. As Your passion intensifies, he leads you over to the bed, setting you up on the soft mattress as his hands mold to your curves. You nervously grasp his wrist, “Alex- I haven’t ever been with anyone..”. You’re shy and embarrassed by the fact, but he responds with understanding and gentleness, “That’s okay”, he reassures, “we don't have to-”. You cut him off as you press your lips to his, catching him by surprise. He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours as he begins to explore your skin with his hands, learning your curves and contours as you tangle in the darkness. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of his hands on your sensitive body.
He watches your reactions, continuing to caress you gently, gradually building up to more intimate touches as he learns what makes you tick. His voice is low and soothing as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “Trust me,” he says softly, “I won’t hurt you”. You slowly undress each other in a gentle mess of kisses and longing touches. With each passing moment, you fall deeper into each other's arms. You reach out to him, your fingertips gliding down his toned chest. He gasps at the touch of your hands on his skin, feeling a surge of heat coursing through his veins. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer, returning the favor by tracing light patterns across the small of your back. “You’re incredible, Y/N”, he whispers, “So perfect”. His hands trail down your back to the curve of your ass, the contact making you whimper quietly. He leans down, capturing your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. You kiss back with a newfound sense of confidence. He takes note of your eagerness to please despite your lack of experience. He continues to explore your body with tender care, palming your breasts softly. His fingertips drag down your thighs, “let me show you just how sorry I am”.
He sunk between your thighs, your sickly sweet perfume and the lustful scent of your sex mixed together, tormenting his senses. He couldn't help but bite back a groan when he reached your pretty pink panties, the sight of them made his cock throb. He lifted your hips up towards his face, his lips brushing against the lacey fabric. “You wear these just for me?”, he murmured against you. You released a shaky breath, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you timidly nodded in reply. God, he couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled back at your shy admission. He kisses you through the fabric, his touch remaining gentle. His warm tongue dragged over the growing wet spot. You weakly prop yourself up on your elbows, just to catch his dark, longing gaze peering over between your legs. The sight alone made you shiver, which paired with the feeling of his hot breath on your skin made your brain short-circuit. He abandons your cunt, lapping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, kissing and licking you all over. His fingers glided up against your panties, the heel of his palm grinding against your sensitive cunt. The friction made you whimper softly into the tension-thick air.
Your sweet sounds prompted him to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs. You’d never felt so exposed, that you couldn’t resist the urge to press your legs together in shame. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl”, He whispered, running his large palms up your legs to meet at your knees. He slowly pulled them apart, admiring your glistening pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered breathlessly. He didn’t waste much time burying himself between your thighs, littering tender kisses across your skin. Soft pecks turned into hot open-mouthed kisses, searching for the bead of your clit. He can feel it throbbing between his lips, like a faint heartbeat against his tongue. It's a feeling unlike anything you’d ever experienced, like lightning bolts firing out of every nerve in your body.
He rolls his tongue around the small bud, giving it special attention before kissing his way down to the pool of wetness at your entrance. Your pussy is practically crying for him. His tongue prods your tight hole as you squirm against him. You whimpered loudly, pressing back against his face. His elegant nose bumped against your clit with each motion and it was perfect, he was perfect. He wants to take it slow with you, push and pull you through all the great things about sex, but you make it so hard for him to control himself. You whine sharply, your clit now more needy than ever and he’s neglecting it- oh you poor thing. He can’t help but groan against you, you’re so fucking wet and needy for him- him, and only him.
He ends the agonizing torture, moving back to your clit as it begs for his undivided attention. He wants to make you climax so hard you see stars. The mere idea of seeing your face all twisted, eyes screwed shut, and jaw hanging slack- it was too inviting to resist. You're so sensitive it takes very little effort to wind you up quickly. He suckles your clit, until your thighs are shaking between his hands. You cry out, unable to suppress the desperate moans slipping past your lips. “Alex..”, you pant, your eyes half-lidded and spilling with desire. “I know, love”, he murmurs against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout your body. He can tell you're getting closer by the second. His hot tongue swirled rough circles against your clit, his knuckles turning white as he holds you against his lips. You feel the tight muscular tension in your abdomen snap suddenly. Your back arches off the mattress and your hands grasp the sheets for stability as you’re body is set aflame. He holds you in place, working you through your first orgasm. You were a writhing, wet mess beneath him, he couldn’t help but swell with pride. “You're doing so good for me, such a good girl”, he praised, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.
He pulled back slightly, admiring his work for a moment. Your pretty pussy was begging for him, but you weren’t ready for that yet. His nimble fingers lightly traced your slit, gathering your slick on his fingertips. His eyes flicked to yours, making sure you were okay before moving forward. Your eyes were droopy with desire, your lips wet and plump, and your hair a sexy mess against his pillow. “Please..”, you choked out, your voice still shaky as you came down from your high. He satisfied your whimpers as he worked his middle finger inside. The stretch stung slightly at first, the cool metal of his ring biting your tender flesh. “God- you’re soaking”, he groaned, adding a second finger with little resistance. His hands were made for you, they filled you so perfectly. His long, dexterous fingers knew just how to make you feel things you hadn’t known were possible. Your chest heaved as he thrusted and scissored deep into you, your gummy walls sucking him right back in each time. He almost wanted to watch you fall apart in his palms, but he would save that for another day. For now, he needed to be inside you more than anything.
Satisfied, he crawls on top of you, your noses brushing against each other as he meets your eye. “I’ll take care of you”, he reassures, his lips brushing against yours. Despite all he did to prep you, you couldn’t be prepared for his size. You felt as if you were coming to pieces as he split you apart on his cock. Tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes as you try to accommodate him. “Are you alright?”, he asks softly, “If it hurts too much, just tell me, okay?”. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, repeating the process until he bottoms out. He stalls for a moment, giving your body time to adjust to his size. You grasp his shoulders and nod reassuringly, signaling for him to keep going. He flashes an intoxicating smile and picks up his movements. He showers you with affection and praise. “You’re doing so fucking good, love”, he moans breathlessly, “You feel so good”. You run your nails down his forearms lightly, your mind utterly drowned in this newfound pleasure.
His movements grow more confident and assertive as he gets lost in the sensations of being buried inside you. You squirm beneath him, calling out his name in strained whimpers. He feels your grip on the sheets, seeing the intensity of your expression as you struggle to contain your pretty sounds. He increases his pace, driving himself deeper with each thrust, “Yes.. that's it.. ” he groans, urging you gently, “Don’t hold back- let me hear you.”. The newfound pace makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your eyes roll back as you find yourself moaning and babbling his name like a broken record. You find yourselves completely consumed by each other in a fiery display of desire.
He watches each reaction intently, taking in the effects of his actions on your body and mind. His own arousal intensifies as he witnesses your pleasure. He’s never felt that way with anyone before and he pushes himself harder than ever, determined to bring you to the peak of ecstasy. You feel your muscles tightening, a small knot of energy growing steadily in your belly. He can feel the tension as your body grows rigid. He bites his inner cheek, trying to keep his composure as your cunt tightens around him. With a final surge of energy, he drives himself into you until the crackling heat of his body is toppling over and he can no longer hold back his approaching orgasm. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, whispering your name. Your bodies tremble as you hold each other through your climaxes. You lay together in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of the experience you’d just shared, feeling a connection that transcends words or boundaries.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you under the covers and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Alex?”, you ask quietly. “Yes, Y/N?”, he replies, brushing a thin strand of hair from your eyes. “So,” you began, “What were all those roses really for?”. He chuckled softly, “For you, dear. A bundle for each year I missed-”, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, “-being right here by your side”.
This is so different from the usual so I hope it doesn't totally suck- I'm sorry babes. Thank you for the request tho- I enjoyed the challenge of switching things up!
Not edited, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes!!
Love ya! <3
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I know you’ve got the moves
alex turner x reader ( taotu era )
warnings: smut, p in v, oral sex ( f receiving )
word count: 2,635
You had been looking forward to this day for weeks, your best friend recently got you two some tickets to go see The Last Shadow Puppets at your local arena. You had been the one to introduce your friend to their music, and she loved them, but not nearly as much as you did so it was safe to say that you were looking forward to it more than she was.
“Do I look okay?” you turn to ask your friend, you had opted for some black knee high boots, a short black mini skirt and a matching black velvet top, paired with a red leather jacket. “You look amazing, maybe you’ll catch some cute guys attention huh?” she laughs.
You could only smile, *in your dreams* you thought. If anything you thought she had a better chance of finding someone to go home with tonight, she looked terrific as always. You had always felt that way though, like you were just her shadow, nothing more, nothing less.
You and her had arrived just as the opening act was finishing off, and only around 5 minutes afterwards, your friend began shaking you to look, and sure enough Alex Turner and Miles Kane were walking onto the stage, you blushed hard when you saw Alex, you had always had a crush on him, since you first found out about the monkeys. You had a pretty good view of his gorgeous face too, since you were just about at the barricade.
Alex introduced himself and Miles before they started playing the first song, you recognised it straight away, The Age of the Understatement, you danced around for a bit, staring up at Alex as he sang passionately, then, you noticed he was staring straight back at you. Of course, your friend noticed too.
“Holy shit Turner is totally checking you out!” she smacks your arm playfully, you laughed, *no way* you just kept dancing along, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. The gig slowly came to a close. By then you were sure that your mascara and eyeliner was running, you were a mess.
“Wanna go for a drink before we head back?” your friend asks you, dragging you in that direction already, making you feel like you really didn’t have a choice either way, so you complied, nodding your head. You were exhausted after all the screaming, dancing, people pushing you around. If you were being honest you’d rather just go home and relax at that point.
When you arrived at the pub, you headed over and got your usual, vodka and coke. Simple, but it did the job. You looked around for your friend but she was nowhere to be seen, that was until you saw her dancing with some guy. Knowing what she was like, you knew she wasn’t planning on sticking with you at all and would probably wind up home with him doing god knows what.
You sat at the bar miserably, you had a great night, you just wished you weren’t left on your own seeing as it was her idea to drag you two to go get a drink afterwards. You heard a voice behind you. a thick Yorkshire accent booming through your ears, “Anyone sitting ‘ere love?” the voice asked. Shivers ran down your spine, *it couldn’t be*. You turned around, *oh but it could be.* Your heart was doing somersaults inside of you, Alex fucking Turner was standing in front of you for crying out loud.
“Oh um..” You thought about telling him that your friend was here but then thought best not to, after all you didn’t even know if she was or not. “No, nobody’s sitting here” you gave him a small smile. He happily sat down beside you, looking you dead in the eye. “What you got there?” he says just above a whisper, eyeing your drink. “Vodka and coke, it’s my favourite” he smiles at you and scoots closer, “Saw you at the gig y’know? looked like you were having fun” you blush, hard.
“Oh yeah, It was great, you both have a real talent” you say, immediately wanting to kick yourself in the head, way to make yourself sound like a stupid fangirl. Well, you were but that’s not the point. He laughed, noticing your nervousness. You almost felt as if he were a bit cocky, you couldn’t blame him, but still.
“Thank you… so uh what’s your name?” he asks you, you tell him your name and he repeats it softly. You like the way it sounds, the way it rolls off his tongue softly yet with his thick accent. “That’s beautiful, suits you… I’m Al by the way” he mutters at the end, figuring you already knew but he didn’t know for sure, and didn’t want to assume so he shared it with you.
“Nice to meet you Al” you two start talking about everything and nothing, and turns out you both have the exact same taste in music, which sparked an interesting, hour long conversation about it, debating whether Blur or Oasis is better and different songs you both grew up listening to. You felt comfortable around him now, as if you two had known eachother for years. The bartender walked up to you both and explained that the bar was closing soon. You checked the time, 2 AM. Where had all those hours gone?
Sadness filled you as you realised you wouldn’t speak to Alex again, and most likely would never see him again. He looked at you, trying to read your expressions, but nothing, you stared blankly at your hands and got up. “I- uh I was wondering if maybe you wanna come back to my hotel? Nothing weird just so we can keep talking, I think you’re pretty interesting y’know” he almost whispers, not meeting your gaze. No way he was shy?
“I would like that Al, a lot” you give him a warm smile in hopes to calm his nerves. His shoulders dropped, letting the breath he was holding in out. You grabbed his arm, interlinking it with yours as you two walked, feeling a sudden boost in confidence. He laughed softly and grabbed your arm just as tight, never letting go once.
By the time you were both back at the hotel your hands were grasping eachother’s tightly, and your head rested on his shoulder. It was around a 20 minute walk so you got comfortable. You didn’t feel nervous around him at all anymore, you felt like he was your best friend by now. “It’s the third floor darling” he whispers softly as he leads you to the elevator.
Once you were in his room you sat on the bed looking up at him, feeling your nerves slowly creep back up. “Make yourself comfortable, you want summat to drink?” You shake your head no. He sits beside you on the bed, the silence was deafening. *Why was it so awkward now?* you gulped. “So uh.. do you wanna watch a movie maybe?” he asks you, “sure”
You two decide on a movie and he kicks his shoes off, inviting you to do the same. You discard your jacket while you’re at it and get back on the bed beside him. You thought about making a move but figured best not. After all he had a life to get back to soon, and he also probably wasn’t into you like that. Alex scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You felt your cheeks heat up and you snuggled up close to him.
As you both sat in a comfortable silence you started debating whether or not you should just go for it.. it was risky but he was really great and you liked him a lot. Luckily enough he slowly pulled you into him resting your head on his shoulder. He called out your name, to which you lift your head up to look at him.
“Can i do something?” he whispers, a faint pink painting his cheeks. Your heart began racing, praying on everything out there that he was about to do what you had been waiting for all night.
Your wishes indeed came true, once he saw your nod of approval he slowly grabbed your chin to turn your face to his and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft, and he tasted amazing. You never wanted to pull apart.
He slowly pulled away as you two ran out of breath, you began giggling to yourself out of utter nervousness, and he smiled at you before joining in. “Sorry i kind of just sprung that on you I’ve been wanting to do it since the start of the night I just- I dunno you intimidated me a bit”
You couldn’t believe your ears, *you intimidated him? huh?* gaining a new feeling of confidence, you grabbed his face again and kissed him again, slowly tangling your hands in his fluffy hair, scooting yourself to sit in his lap. He seemed to enjoy this as a low whimper left his lips when your hips met.
You bit his lip softly making him whine and you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like heaven, a taste of alcohol and cigarettes on his lips but you loved it. Alex started to get riled up the more you two made out, pushing his hips into yours for a moment before pulling back and apologising profusely.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that I just-“ you cut him off by kissing him roughly and grinding down onto him harder than he did before. “fuck” he pants as you continue your movements. “Are you sure you wanna keep going?” he whispers and you nod, “Only if I’m in control” you smirk at him and he nods quickly.
He wasn’t used to not being the one in control but he thought it was so hot that you had openly said that to him, and he also wanted to know what it would be like. You had no idea what had taken over you, only a few hours ago you were petrified at even speaking to this man and now you wanted to fuck him.
“You wanna make me feel good first hm?” you say quietly. Alex urgently flips you over and kisses your neck roughly, definitely leaving marks. He slowly moves himself downwards, taking off items of clothing as he went. Once he was done he sat up and admired your body.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous” he blushed at your naked body lying before him, hair sprawled over the pillow. You had to admit, it did make you nervous that The Alex Turner was saying all this to you but you still wanted to be in control.
“Cmon puppy, i know you wanna make me feel good” He blushes at that, and spreads your thighs apart. blushing wildly at the sight before him. Placing kisses on your inner thighs, you shiver at the feeling.
“Oh my God” you moan as he places a sloppy kiss on your clit before sucking it in his mouth. He slowly starts kitten licking you from your entrance to your clit and then stopping to lap up your wetness.
“Taste so good princess” he mumbles before licking you again. After a couple of minutes he brings his fingers to your entrance, pushing them in and curling them upwards. You squeal at the sensation of his hot tongue and nose brushing your clit as his fingers work you too.
He seems happy with your reaction and hums into your pussy as you pull his hair roughly. After a few minutes of his face buried between your thighs you feel the knot in your stomach come loose.
“Alex oh my god” you whimpered and moaned while he made sure to drink up every tiny bit of your sweetness, before climbing back on top of you and kissing you sweetly. “Best pussy ever” he whispers into your ear, you almost laughed at his attempt at dirty talk but it still worked, making you feel ready again.
You flip him over so you’re back on top and unbutton his shirt and pants, sliding them off. He grabs at your breasts, staring at them. “Eyes up here Al, and paws off puppy” you slap his hand away making him apologise profusely.
“Want me to ride you baby?” you hold his face in your hands, staring into his doe eyes. “Please…” he whispers in response.
“C’mon you can beg better than that can’t you?” you smirk at him as he cheeks turn rosy. “Please want you to ride me so bad momma I need it please” *Momma?* you thought to yourself, *why did that turn you on so much?*
You palmed him roughly through his boxers, he was fucking huge. A small moan falls from his lips as you take his cock out from his boxers. Your mouth salivated as you stroked him slowly. Painfully slow.
“Please don’t tease me” he says under his breath. “You ready?” he nods furiously in response and you align him with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him and bite your lip to try not to wince at how much he stretched you out.
“Fuck you feel perfect, like heaven” he groans once you’re fully sinked down. Slowly, you began to move up and down on him, locking your eyes with him the entire time. The room was filled with filthy sounds; your hips slamming together, the dirty noises spilling from both of your mouths and the sound of your wetness sliding up and down his cock.
“Alex you’re so big puppy, love it so much” you praise him as he whimpers and whines. “Not gonna last long baby” he chokes out and you begin to grind back and forth and up and down even faster. “You wanna cum for me hm? you’re gonna have to wait for me” you moan as he grabs your breasts and starts kissing and licking them.
Not long after, you felt the knot in your stomach ready to become undone. “Al baby you gonna cum for me?” you pant out as he nods eagerly. You grip his shoulders and moan loudly into his ear, biting the skin under it to muffle your noises. He whimpers as he fills you up, holding you tightly.
“Oh my god” you pant as you come down from your high, holding his face in your hands, you kiss all over his face and slowly get off of his lap lying down next to him. You feel your shyness creeping back up as you pull the blanket over yourself and him. Alex wraps his arms around your waist pulling you so you lay on his chest.
“That were fuckin’ amazing darling” he whispers before kissing your head, stroking your arm up and down softly. “Yeah it was” you laugh quietly looking up at him. “I’ll leave in a minute just give me a sec” you say.
Alex looks at you, puzzled. “I- um, if you want to leave then do but I was kinda hoping you’d spend the night I dunno..” he trails off and you smile at him, “Okay”, “Okay?” he asks and you nod putting your head back onto his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
“Can I take you out tomorrow? I was thinking lunch maybe” he asks. You think about it for a second before agreeing. “I’d like that Al, a lot” He grins to himself before slowly drifting off, you hear his quiet snores and heartbeat in your ear.
You couldn’t be more surprised at how the night had went but you were happy to fall asleep beside Alex, thinking about how tomorrow would go.
this isn’t proof read at all and also my first time writing in years so sorry if it’s awful 😭
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sweet dreams
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reader wakes up from a nightmare and alex comforts them!
alex turner x reader!!
btw i HIGHLY recommend listening to hiding tonight while reading this!! dunno if anyones even gonna see this so pls share or reblog if you’d like!
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you’d waken up in a sweat, tears streaming down your cheeks and heart beating fast. you’d never been the type to wake up sobbing from a nightmare but the heart wrenching images still danced across your mind, making tears fall down your face and sobs escape your lips at a steady rate. you’d had a vivid dream that alex was dying and you were holding him in your arms as you watched him fade away. you couldn’t quite remember specific details but the dream felt so real, so heartbreaking, and when you woke up it all felt so unsettling. so you sat there, still immensely shaken, the darkness only amplifying your emotions as sadness wrenched at your heart and the silent sobs increased, salty tears racing down your face.
you were so caught up in your emotions you didn’t even notice you’d awoken your sleeping lover until something rustled beside you. his soft, long brown hair fanned across the pillow, incandescent moonlight dancing across his face, highlighting his features as he looked back at you with soft brown eyes that seemed as if they reflected the stars from the night sky. your heart flooded with relief at the sight of him, looking sleepy and concerned, all tangled up in the soft blue comforter and you let out a sigh.
“you okay sweetheart?” his voice was soft and sleepy as he shuffled to sit up next to you. he brought a hand up and started softly caressing your arm, a small gesture yet it brought you comfort in the state of your sadness. “i had a really horrible nightmare.” you sniffled, tears still running down your cheeks. alex frowned, brows knitted in concern as he beckoned you into a sweet embrace. he wrapped his arms around your back, stroking it softly as he held you close to him. you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. he smelled like laundry detergent and something cozy and warm that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
the embrace brought you immense comfort and your heart swelled with love for the boy. you could feel al’s heartbeat as your body was pressed against his chest, his hand still soothingly rubbing your back. your tears subsided and a feeling of tranquility washed over you at the feel of him holding you close to his warm body.
after a few moments of peaceful silence, alex pulled away slightly to look at you, his thumb cupping your cheek to gently wipe away a fallen tear. your heart wrenched again at the sight of his face, remembering his pained expression in your nightmare and you felt another set of tears escape, accompanied by a few strangled sobs. “hey, hey, it’s okay honey don’t cry don’t cry.” he frowned and brought his other hand to cup your face, slowly leaning in to press sweet, languid kisses to your cheeks, kissing away the tears. he hated to see you cry, it broke his heart. “d’ you wanna talk about it?” he leaned to reach behind you, clicking on the lamp on your nightstand. the light emitted a warm glow into the room, helping you to better see alex and adjust to reality. the boy you loved was right in front of you, and everything was gonna be okay.
you sniffled and nodded, telling him all the details you could recall from the dream. he listened intently and held you close, holding your trembling hand in his as he soothingly stroked your hair with the other. after you finished describing the nightmare that had left you so shaken, he kissed you softly, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek as you sighed into the kiss. “do you feel better now?” he gave you a soft smile as he gazed at you with warm eyes. you nodded, giving him a sweet, sleepy smile. “you look awfully tired, are you okay to go back to sleep?” you nodded again, chuckling softly at the repetition of your answers and he smiled back at you, leaning over to click the light off.
as you lay back down, alex held you close and softly played with your hair, wishing you a good night. as your eyes struggled to stay open, your heart was at ease, the gentle moonlight seeping in the room and your lovers soft breaths helping to lull you into a peaceful sleep that promised sweet dreams and a bright morning.
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HELLOOO i’m sorry if this is a bit boring, it’s my first time writing a one shot!! but if u read, lmk what you think!!
also i think this is kinda short?! dont even know the word count… im not finding that out either. ps i imagined this as humbug al 😊
sweet dreams ily
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Panoramic Windows
Alex Turner x reader (fluff)
summary: an afternoon with Alex during a storm ϟ
warnings: none, just pure fluff
It wasn’t unusual for you and Alex to nap together most days, you found comfort in engulfing yourself in eachothers arms as you drifted off after a long morning. Today was no exception, you both had dozed off on the sofa around two hours ago, he had his arms firmly around you as you lay on his chest, both your legs tangled beneath you as a few light snores escaped your mouth. Your hair was perfectly sprawled around your shoulders whereas Alex’s sat messily over his forehead, the gel free strands creating soft waves that felt like silk whenever you ran your fingers through them.
The storm outside roared as the rain pattered on the windows, creating blissful pink noise as it coated the greenery in your garden, but a particularly loud clap of thunder caused Alex to stir beneath you. He slowly peeled his eyes open and adjusted himself to his surroundings, taking a few seconds to recollect and direct his gaze on the young lady that lay upon him, still ripe with slumber.
He placed a kiss atop your head and moved a few strands of hair out your face, he always admired how you looked when you slept, the prominent lines on your forehead caused by stress no longer present, your plush lips slightly ajar as your chest rose and fell, he’d hate to wake you when you looked so perfect yet he had lost feeling in his legs and longed for a stretch, so he had no choice. “y/n, darling” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear him, yet not enough to startle you. “hm” a mumble escaped your lips as you were ripped from your peaceful sleep, seeking the cause of your awakening you managed to open your eyes and were met with that face you knew all too well, the one you fell in love with and could never get tired of. “i didn’t wanna wake you but i can’t really feel me legs sweetheart” he warmly chuckled as he placed more kisses on your hair, stroking your cheek to coax you out of your sleepy haze. “oh, ‘m sorry” you groggily spoke, yawning after reaching the end of your sentence before placing your hands either side of Alex and pushing yourself upwards, swinging your legs over him and moving yourself to the other end of the sofa, dragging the blanket you shared and snuggling up underneath it.
Alex wasted no time standing up and reaching his arms up, stretching his body out with a loud groan followed by a yawn of his own, “you hungry baby?” he leant over you, peeking at your face as you attempted to catch just a few more minutes sleep. “no i’m okay love” you quickly gave up your mission to sink back into slumber as Alex was now practically sitting on top of you, cupping your cheeks and showering your face with kisses, “leave me alone” you tried to sound as stern as possible but that soon failed as a giggle escaped Alex’s lips, causing you to burst out in a fit of laughter, pushing him off you so he landed on the floor with a loud thud. “oi you bitch!” he faked hurt and rubbed his ‘sore’ spots. “that’s no way to talk to your girlfriend” you folded your arms and watched as his little pout turned into a mischievous grin and before you knew it he had grabbed your ankles from under the blanket and pulled you to the floor with him, you landed with quite a loud bang as your ass hit the floor. Safe to say Alex was satisfied with his little stunt as he sat there in hysterics, watching you get up with a huff and storming off to the bathroom.
You stayed put for awhile but after a few minutes you heard a few little knocks on the door, “y/n i’m sorry it was just a little joke, open the door please love” he tried the handle but the door was locked, you stayed silent for a few more seconds until you suddenly sprung the door open and Alex was met with a face full of shaving cream, “you little shit” he gasped and you made your escape, running as fast as you could to the kitchen. Within seconds Alex was bursting through the door, the foam still covering his face as you watched him calmly walk to the sink, you were confused as to why he wasn’t trying to get you back, that was until he turned around and quickly threw a small glass of cold water over you. You couldn’t help but let out a small scream as the water hit your face, dripping off your nose and soaking your hair, he went in for another glass, “okay enough! you got me!” you quickly ducked behind the island, shielding yourself from a second drenching. “your no fun” he fake pouted, walking round to help you stand up, “i’m all wet now” you sighed, pointing at your wet hair and huffing at him. “bet i can make you wetter” he winked as he snaked his arm round and lightly slapped your ass, “Alex Turner you dirty bastard” you couldn’t help but laugh at his seductive nature.
A few hours had gone by and you decided to watch a movie in bed as it was getting late, Alex was sat up leaning on the headboard, engrossed in the film whereas you were cosily tucked under his arm, head resting on his chest as he rubbed up a down your back soothingly. “you tired angel?” he peered down at you as he noticed your eyes fluttering as you tried to stay awake, “a little bit” he picked up the remote and switched the tv off, placing it on the nightstand before laying himself down properly. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you close to him, his hands resting around your torso. “the rains finally stopped” you sleepily mumbled into his chest upon noticing the fact that you couldn’t hear the pattering of the little drops against your window. “shame, i love when storms come in” he placed a kiss on your hair as his hands traveled inside your top to continue rubbing your back, you felt yourself growing more and more tired by the second, “goodnight al” you tilted your head up to give him a soft kiss, “goodnight darling, i love you” he returned the kiss, his soft lips brushing against yours in an act of sleepy love. “i love you even more”, you drifted off to sleep shortly after, to the sound of his heartbeat and his steady breaths, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else..
a/n: sorry that this is short and lacking on details but it’s the first time i’ve ever written fluff😅
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Title: Illusions In The Dark
Tags: first time, bed sharing, smut, eycte era, oneshot
Summary: Miles was no stranger to wanting, or even wanting Alex - but he’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted Alex in this moment, a glimmer of impossible made possible under cover of Parisian midnight.
#i wrote this waaaaaaaay back in december and honestly my perfectionist brain doesn’t want me to post it#but i had fun writing it and it’s just a silly little smutty oneshot that i thought others might enjoy too so here it is#if you have a moment comments absolutely make my day 💗#milex#alex turner#miles kane#milex fic#tlsp#lulu posts
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Single choice
Summary: It’s summer 2022, Nortern Italy, Miles and Alex are on vacation before The Car tour.
And they are happier than ever.
Word count: 3,5k
A/N: I missed the everyday cozy life of their relationship, so I wrote this :) Creative-crisis conversations presented as well, but they don’t take far away from the happy ending. Inspired by "Call me by your name", so for a better atmosphere, I advise you to include this playlist in the background.
Also, English is not my first language, so if you find grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out to me!
Enjoy these two sweeties💕
The wide shirt's hem fluttered in the warm wind, three buttons at the top were casually undone, and the sleeves were carelessly rolled up to the elbows. Alex, covering his eyes, lay on a soft sun lounger under the shade of the terrace's arches of their small villa in Portofino, stretching out his long legs. His chest rose and fell slowly in sleep, while his hands rested relaxed on the armrests. Silken curls played with the gusts of breeze, but surrendering, they fell onto his face and tickled his nose, causing the man to unconsciously wrinkle it like a child.
Miles couldn't take his eyes off this literally biblical scene. "Taking Al away to the Italian Riviera for two weeks before the tour started was my best decision" the man thought smugly. Only God knew when they would be able to spend such peaceful time alone again, without rushing anywhere and hiding from anyone. And now, leaning against a marble column with his hands folded on his chest, Kane smiled until wrinkles formed around his eyes, unable to believe what he was witnessing. These sprawling palm trees in their backyard, the deafening trills of southern birds, the sweet sea air, and a serene tanned Alex in a milky linen suit, quietly dozing off after lunch - all of this was now accessible only to him, Miles, and he savored every second of this vacation that sometimes seemed surreal, like a calm before the storm. But he persistently pushed away such thoughts, continuing to revel in his own paradise.
They had already spent 10 days here, the first 3 of which they didn't venture beyond their plot on the hill, which offered a breathtaking view of the coast and emerald water. They were lingering in bed for a long time under the biting rays of the sun, plucking mandarins straight from the tree, and listening to vinyl records of Celentano on the veranda in the evenings, intertwining in each other's arms, merging and becoming the one. Then, finally realizing that missing the opportunity to stroll through such picturesque streets would be a crime, they started going out in town under the mountain after the sunset, when the heat subsided and the cicadas began their twilight concert. Every time they ordered a new pasta dish in local restaurants, hoping to try them all, but that was Italy...
In the mornings, they descend to the pebble beach, where Alex could lie for hours, reading books, while Miles were snorkeling in the Ligurian Sea, growing tired of waiting for his lover and retaliating by playfully splashing him with cool droplets. They would play in the water like teenagers, dunking each other or taking turns piggybacking. When the sun would started to scorch their skin, they would go to the local deli for ready-made lasagna with eggplant, always getting a few types of cannoli, new bottle of wine, olives and fruits. They would then retreat to their villa for the rest of the day, either playing the guitar, the only one they brought from their stuffy LA studio, or playing board games (for which Miles constantly called Alex "nonno," while he calmly continued to roll the dice), or falling asleep under the shade of the leafy trees right on the grass.
Miles hadn't laughed so often and so loudly, and more importantly, so genuinely, since their last joint tour. He felt an immense universal joy that was bursting from his chest, causing his cheeks to ache from the ever-present smile on his face. He felt alive next to the dearest and only person who truly understood him, which Alex had been for the past 17 years.
"How have we put up with each other for so long, Milo?" Turner laughed, finishing his glass of semi-sweet red wine.
And Kane replied seriously, capturing his alcohol-glistening gaze: "I no longer know how to live without you, Al."
And it was the absolute truth. They often had conversations like this, but Alex never actually put up with Miles, he did love him. He only put up with being apart from him. And it was always important for both of them to hear this small confession, like a spark of a cricket in the foliage, but a heart-wrenching one, even after a year, or 10, or 20 years of their relationship.
Relationship? Friendship, love, presence by each other's side, support, musical inspirations, passionate desires, care, hurt, forgiveness, kisses, hugs backstage and on stage, touches all over their bodies, eloquent glances, and ending with a single word proposals. That's what their relationship was. And if Miles were offered to never be a musician but to love Alex, he would still agree without any hint of hesitation, somewhere deep inside bitterly realizing that if Alex were faced with such a choice, he would have to think about it.
But at this moment, Miles didn't want to think about it at all, he only wanted to listen to his lover's steady breathing and bask in the fading sunlight with him. Miles walked around the column and silently sat down on the edge of the lounge chair. He lightly ran his hand over Turner's knee, not wanting to disturb, and then traced chiseled fingers slightly higher, along his thigh. However, even these gentle movements made Alex squirm, furrowing his brow and rolling over to the other side.
"Shh, sleep, my dear, I didn't mean to wake you," Miles whispered, soothingly continuing to stroke the man's leg.
"But I'm already awake," mumbled Alex sleepily, opening his eyes and immediately squinting in the bright light.
"What a shame," Kane sang mockingly, secretly delighted by this fact because he had missed Alex during the silence at their villa and mindless wandering through the rooms while he slept in the fresh air, "Will you move over?".
Alex squeezed himself into the corner of the lounge chair, making space as much as the single bed allowed. Miles approached him with a cunning smile, lying on his side, unable to fit his broad shoulders on the mattress even if he was alone, and invitingly opened his palms. Turner simply snorted and muttered something about a smug cat, pressing his back against Miles' contrasting cool chest compared to the scorching heat outside, covering man's hand that rested peacefully on his waist with his own, and intertwining their legs.
"So, you woke me up just to sleep together all cramped up? I don't want to anymore," Alex slowly stroked Miles' wrists, who closed his eyes in pleasure.
"Mmm, I just got bored being alone, you've been sleeping forever!"
"Mi, maybe an hour and a half at most," Turner said in a lecturing tone, turning slightly to give Kane a disapproving look.
"Well, I call that forever. Anyway, since you're already awake, let's think about our plans for the evening," Kane quickly changed the subject, kissing Alex's back of the neck, "I saw a poster for a local concert in the neighboring town. We can rent a scooter to get there, it's just a few kilometers away."
Alex burst out laughing at the last words, turning in his lover's embrace and almost touching noses with him.
"Oh, Kane, you don't even have a driver's license! And the fact that I rode 100 meters on it in a clip means nothing."
"We'll figure it out somehow, it can't be more difficult than tuning a guitar for the first time."
"Well, since I have such an experienced and confident driver, I can't deny myself the pleasure," Turner teased, pouting his lips and furrowing his brows like a college girl.
"Gosh, how cheap that sounds, Al. Those are second-rate tricks from middle school. Did I teach you to flirt like that?" Miles rolled his eyes, hiding a smile in the corners of his mouth.
"No, I think we just fucked right away," Alex retorted, immediately receiving a playful jab in the ribs, "Hey! Am I lying?"
"Do I need to remind you who first put his knee between my legs in the dressing room, huh?" Miles smirked, tucking Alex's overgrown locks behind his ear and stroking his slightly stubbled cheek. He looked angelically peaceful now, despite his unholy words.
"And do you regret it?" Seeing the silent denial, he continued, "Well, neither do I. So you don't need to teach me how to flirt, maestro. If we want to find a free scooter before sunset, we need to start getting ready. I was also planning to take a shower," Alex casually mentioned, slyly avoiding eye contact and running his hand suggestively along Miles' waist.
"Well, that's better already, at least the hints are subtler, but you've lost your touch. I'll have to remind you."
"Oi, you better do it indeed" Turner whispered in his ear. Honestly, he was amused at how they, two grown adults, were behaving as soon as intimacy was mentioned - it was like they were back in 10th grade of the school.
Once he calmed down, he reluctantly slipped out of the warm embrace and gracefully got up from the sun lounger, stretching and rising on tiptoes to better loosen his stiff limbs. Miles settled himself more comfortably, royally occupying the vacant spot and propping his head on his hand, watching Turner's toned body with a hungry gaze. He could do this for hours, knowing every mole, wrinkle, and scar.
"What are you looking at? Trying to find gray hairs?" Unable to withstand his scrutinizing eyes, the frontman softly spoke. Now he had his hands in the pockets, exposing his face to the sun and wind, which cautiously peeked onto the veranda through massive columns. Somewhere far below, the sound of the waves and children's laughter could be heard. Idyllic.
"It's too early for you to worry about that. I just can't get enough of looking at you. Clearly, this lifestyle suits you well, even though I fattened you up a bit, considering you were all skin and bones when you arrived."
"Afraid of breaking me?"
"I am," Miles admitted, not completely sure if he interpreted the question correctly. Turner smiled disarmingingly, the way he only smiled at him, leaned in, still keeping his hands in pockets, and planted a chaste kiss on the man's forehead before disappearing through the door.
"Catch up, or I'll manage without you," Alex said over the shoulder, fully aware that he wouldn't be able to handle anything without Miles. Not in life, not in the shower.
***
Comparing guitar tuning and riding a scooter turned out to be inappropriate, as Miles pointed out rather immodestly, getting behind the wheel, because the second one was elementary. During their short ride along the coast, Alex couldn't stop capturing breathtaking views with his vintage Canon. The peach-colored waves gently licked the shore, competing with each other for ownership of every stone on the beach, while the numerous bushes along the road swayed in the wind.
The neighboring town turned out to be Santa-Margherita-Ligure, welcoming the men with the warm glow of lights strung between each café and the loud Italian laughter that didn't quiet down until late at night. Leaving their mean of transport on the waterfront, they headed towards the main square, where light jazz melodies could already be heard. Ordinary chairs stood right on the historical cobblestones, occupying almost all the space, and a small mobile stage had been set up in the center, where musicians were tuning their instruments.
Taking seats in the corner of the front row, the men waited for the performance to begin.
"Have you forgotten what it's like to be on the other side of the stage?" Miles whispered, his lips almost touching Alex's ear.
"Sometimes I even prefer it here," Turner sadly smiled, "no obligations, masks, rehearsed lines, or unjustified expectations. You just exist in the music without thinking about how to reproduce it. I miss that."
Kane anxiously studied Alex's face from the side, trying to understand if he was speaking in a state of creative melancholy inspired by the upcoming concert or if he was simply revealing his deep pain that had burdened him all this time.
"Hey, I didn't mean to put you into existential ponderings. We can talk about it if it really bothers you, but not now. I purposely brought you here to relax and spend these last days with an empty mind, not to reflect on one careless question"
Miles didn't condemn him, but rather tried to hide his own anxiety behind a feigned admonition. He gently squeezed Alex's hand, caressing his knuckles with his thumb, and warmly smiled, knowing that this was the only support he could offer in public.
"Sorry-sorry-sorry," Alex babbled, running his hands forcefully over his face and organizing his thoughts, "forget about those words, we'll come back to it another time. You can hit me if I utter another sad-philosophical phrase that upsets you tonight."
Miles only laughed at that, patting his friend's knee, and, unable to resist, left an unnoticed kiss on his cheek, indicating that he would never fulfill his request in their lifetime.
Lost in conversations, they hadn't noticed that all the chairs had been taken and the band on stage was counting down seconds until the performance began, tightly gripping their bows in their hands. The increasingly suspenseful sound of the violin filled the entire square, eliciting sudden shivers from the audience and instantly isolating them from the rest of the world. Alex's full attention was now focused on the five people on stage, the sound that seemed to exist right in his head, and the melting night air. Rarely could he simply enjoy the melody without trying to dissect it into notes or analyze the lyrics.
Miles usually smoothed out the crease between his eyebrows that arose from such contemplation with a kiss, and he was ready to do it now, but as his gaze slid across the side of the face, he unexpectedly saw a serene smile on partially open lips. Turner leaned back in his chair, holding his hands between his thighs and slightly covering his eyes, which indicated his complete absence in our reality and his presence in his own, understood only by him and undoubtedly bringing him pleasure.
The concert lasted only an hour, not abundant in a wide repertoire. Towards the end, young men and women, children, and even racy grandmothers and grandfathers stood up from their seats to dance right in the square, laughing loudly at their clumsiness. Alex and Miles only watched this scene with warm smiles, tapping their feet rhythmically on the stone pavement, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention to themselves. The clock on the tower, located on the western side of the square, as was customary in all ancient city planning laws, struck 10 o'clock exactly at the moment when the musicians, in the heat of the final chord, sharply raised their bows towards the pitch-black sky, ending the performance. The square drowned in applause and whistling, evoking familiar motives from men's careers.
The air intoxicated their heads, and not wanting to return back so early, they turned into the depths of the city. Turner continued to photograph the local architecture and Miles against its backdrop with mocking skill, not allowing the camera to hang peacefully on his chest for more than two minutes. And when tourists would disappear from their sight, Kane with the agility of a cheetah would press Alex against the nearest wall of another you-know-who-lived-in-this-house-you-lustful-bastard building, pulling him into a tempting kiss and, despite all protests about his indifference to history, smiled contentedly on his lips, feeling Alex pull him closer by the collar of his leopard-print shirt.
They would laugh drunkenly, without drinking a glass, immediately receiving Italian curses from open balconies in response. They would play tag on narrow streets, after which they breathed heavily, resting their elbows on thr knees and joking about their advanced age. They would eat mango ice cream, licking the sweet drips from each other's fingers, and would never stop thinking for a moment about how lucky they are to be loved here and now.
***
They returned to the villa at midnight, exhausted from their long walk, hastily discarding their sticky clothes as they collapsed onto the unmade bed. Alex, resting his chin on Miles' chest, looked at him with such devoted eyes that Miles' heart skipped a beat at the impossibility of resisting those bottomless depths. In the moonlight, his sharp features softened, Alex's fingers gently tracing along the line of his jaw, while a warm smile lingered beneath his closed eyelids, etching itself into Miles' memory with fiery strokes.
"Mi, are you asleep?" Alex asked in a barely audible voice, listening to the rhythm of Miles' heartbeat beneath his cheek.
"No," Miles replied just as softly, shifting slightly on the crisp sheets to find a more comfortable position.
"Do you remember what I told you today about not feeling freedom in music?" Alex continued, as if afraid to disturb his own thoughts, "well, I realized just now that I'm the one closing myself off from it. But you know when? When you're not here. I'm tired of pretending to be someone else without you, tired of feeling not myself without you. And today, there on the square, when you were holding my hand, it hit me that since we met, no one else has come this close to me. You were and still are the only person who truly knows me. Can you imagine?" His voice broke into a hoarse laughter that, truth be told, sounded hauntingly beautiful in the peaceful silence.
"No one really knows me except for you. And I've been afraid to show my true self to anyone but you. But today, for the first time in a long while, I was able to listen to music without thinking about anything else but your fingers on my hands. And I realized," he paused, unconsciously gripping Miles' shoulder tighter, "I realized that I can perform on stage, just thinking about your hands, and then I won't have to try to hide behind a fabricated image to entertain the audience. Damn it, at 36 years old, I've come to the realization that I can simply sing without pouring my own problems into the songs, but instead, just give people the sound. A sound that resonates in their minds, in their feet and hands, a sound that makes them feel alive. I can make at least one of their days truly happy, just like you make my life happy simply by being with me."
Throughout this entire time, Miles never removed his nimble fingers from Alex's head, combing through his hair and soothing him. He could listen to his voice forever, automatically arranging the words into lines for new songs. The sight of Alex — until it stole the air from his lungs, until it brought tears to his eyes, until his pulse faltered in his veins, until a volcano of warmth erupted in his chest. Until he feels alive again.
"Al, if you haven't realized in 20 years of performing what you do for the lives of everyone who attends your concerts, then I'm going to have to enlighten you now," Miles chuckled softly, continuing to massage his head, "everything you've done for the industry is your way of existing in this world. You don't know any other ways, and that's your strength, not weakness. Your music is literally you, it's not about trends or fan requests. It's about how you communicate with others. You have an incredible gift of conveying intangible values through your lyrics. I have no idea how the gears in your mind work, but damn it, you're exceptional. And I swear, anyone who has ever heard any of your songs has pondered the words, thought about what you wanted to say, and ultimately thought about themselves. Your music has meaning, it's not just a string of letters for the sake of rhyme. It's a dictionary of your life. And since the day we first met, I've been carefully studying all your meanings and embodiments, so my music is about you and for you. You are my only inspiration, and if all you need to write a new song is a notebook and an image in your mind, then all I need is you by my side."
Miles may have wanted to add something more, but unable to bear the weight of such declarations of love, Alex impatiently kissed him, exhaling loudly from the fulfillment of a desire that had been building throughout his entire speech. Kane, quickly finding another activity for his tongue besides talking, trailed it along Alex's lower lip, feeling every crack from the salty water.
Alex smiled like a child, whispering 'I lovelovelove you' into his man's lips, continuously running palms along his cheeks. They continued to gaze at each other for a long time, carrying on a quiet conversation interrupted by occasional kisses, shivers down the spine, and tearful thank yous for everything. Even the stars, cautiously peering through the open windows, blushed at their whispers under the thin blanket. Only with the first rays of sunlight, when words ran out and lips swelled from endless contact, men finally fall asleep in a tangle of intertwined arms and legs.
And if Alex were offered to never be a musician but to love Miles, he would without hesitation write a song about it. Because it would be meaningless to confront the person with a choice who made it 17 years ago.
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A/N: I sincerely want to believe that this is how everything really happened for them. All in all, these two deserve a happy ending. I will be incredibly happy if you leave feedback after reading! Everything that was born in my head would very much like to find a response in you💔🥺
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They Can’t Do That
As I sat down on the uncomfortable seat behind all this video equipment, it felt like waiting in a doctors office without a need to be at the doctors. They obviously didn’t plan for me to be here. I didn’t really want to be here, but I wanted to support Alex in every way I could, even if I shouldn’t of been there.
I watched as the interviewer started asking questions and Alex answering them with as much detail he could.
I wish it was easier. No matter how much I love and support him I sometimes wish he didn’t get famous in my own selfish way. I wish he worked a nine to five, but that simply isn’t how it is. I wish I could be with him all the time time but it was impossible. And this felt like the situation to break up with him, but I don’t think I could. If I were it break things off with him I would be lost. So, incredibly lost, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, because it’s not like he did anything wrong. I want this to work out, I want to grow old with him, it’s just-, ugh, I don’t know. I just want to not struggle to be with him. I want to quit my job and just be there, but I don’t want to be like a leech.
He continued answering questions while my horrific thoughts fled. I kept my composure but knew I’d need a good cry soon. But I tried to focus on other things. Like his goofy smile, and his casual glances here and there, the way he sometimes stutters when he doesn’t really want to answer or doesn’t really know how to. I tried to forget the absolute hell I went to, to be here and tried to focus on the moment, questions asked later. So I tried, desperately to just sit back and relax, staring at him hopping the time would fly.
“Excuse me.” Someone whispered over to me.
“Oh, yes?” I whispered back wondering what was up.
“We need you to leave.” They said in the fake niceness tone.
“Oh am I in the shot or something?” I asked concerned.
“No, you just can’t be here while we’re filming, it’s a distraction, and it ruins the production.” She said again like a I was a baby wasting her time.
“That’s my boyfriend though, and I was told I could be here.” I spoke wondering why the hell I was being an issue.
“I don’t care if that is your boyfriend, or your leg, we need you to leave, or I will call security and we’ll have a problem.” She said finally having enough.
But I didn’t want to cause a scene so I grabbed my bag and solemnly walked out of the room.
I found a chair outside of the recording room and sat down. Now I couldn’t even look at Alex to keep my mind off of things. Why couldn’t I sit there? I barley even moved, let alone did anything that would make me noticeable. I wanted to cry again, but the interview was almost done, and Alex would probably be tired, he didn’t need to deal with me.
Sooner or later he finally came out.
“Hey, why’d you leave? Did you get overwhelmed?” He asked sweetly.
“What?” I questioned not understanding what he was saying.
“They said you left, did you not?”
He need to be concerned.
“Oh, no, no it just got a bit hot in there.” I spoke.
He knew I was lying.
I would consider myself pretty alright at lying but he always knew. Through the most minuscule movements I never even noticed.
“Did they kick you out?”
I stayed silent, fearing what to say.
“I’m going back in there, they can’t do that.” He said about to go in, before I latched onto his hand.
“No!” I yelled, begging him not to go.
“Are you kidding? They cannot treat you that way.”
“Alex, I’m sure I was just in the way of the shot or something.”
“Sweetheart you were behind the cameras.”
“Alex! Please. It’s nothing, it’s okay, it’s really nothing.” I begged.
“I love you madly, but I am not going to sit here and watch you get treated like dirt.” He said pulling his hand and running in.
Fuck.
I got up and went to go after him, but I was far to late.
“Which one of you kicked the love of my life out of the room during the interview?” He questioned furious.
Now I definitely was going to cry.
“Sir, she shouldn’t have been here during the shooting process.” The woman who had kicked me out said.
“I was explicitly told she could be her, and sit behind camera, and if she was being a distraction she could be taken out, but she didn’t make a peep, and barely moved. So, once again, why was she kicked out?” He exclaimed pissed.
“Sir-”
“You don’t even run this place, why do you keep talking? Can I please talk to the kind woman who told me my girlfriend could be here.”
“She’s on break right now, so I’m in charge.” The woman spoke.
“Megan you’re her assistant, Marks in charge when Lauren’s out.”
“Can I speak to Mark, please.” He spoke about to rip the head off of the woman in front of him.
Then Mark was brought out and him and Alex had a long conversation and the woman by the name of Megan was getting absolutely ripped apart. I felt bad. Even if she wasn’t in charge she just thought it was the right thing to do. Now she’s getting scolded, and she might lose her job, all because of my idiocy.
Finally after felt like forever they were done, things were settled and Alex walked towards me feeling bad but feeling like he was doing the right thing.
I for one was pissed, and sad.
We walked out of there in silence, his hand wasn’t wrapped around my waste, nothing, not a peep.
When we got to the car that’s when I let it out.
“Why’d you do that?” I timidly asked.
“Why’d I do that!? Love, you can’t let people walk all over you like that. You have a right to be treated like a human, so don’t let assholes like that push you around.”
“But now she’s going to lose her job, just because I wasn’t cooperating.”
“But you were! You weren’t doing anything you were fine. They had no right.”
“Well it’s not like I could say anything because I’m not like you. I’m not famous, they would’ve shut me down and escorted me out. I’m not treated like you even if I’m tangled in your arms. They don’t care I’m your girlfriend. To them I’m just some other asshole that’s making their day worse. And I’m not saying fight these fights for me, just understand that’s how I’m going to be treated no matter how pissed you are. It’s just how it is, okay.” I spoke frustrated.
“But I can stop that. If I’m ever there I don’t want you to be treated like that-”
“But I will be! And there’s nothing that’ll stop that!” I yelled.
Tears fell down my face.
“I can’t sit there and watch you get treated like that.”
“ALEX! Stop it! I’m never going to be treated like you. I’ll get treated like shit suck it up. If I never dated you I wouldn’t get treated anyway I would now.”
“You’re dating me though and it isn’t okay.”
“That’s not the point, Alex.”
“Then what is the point?” He questioned staring to cry now too.
“I can’t do this!” I blurted out sobbing.
I wanted to disappear. I couldn’t handle this. So I sobbed and continued to speak.
“Maybe it would bd better if we were apart.” I choked out.
I could tell that broke him. He couldn’t look at me anymore.
I was hysterical and just said that maybe we were better off apart.
He started the car up and we started to drive as I continued to weep into my hands uncontrollably.
I didn’t know what was going on his head, but he was probably so broken. He wanted me to be treated properly but he didn’t realize how hard it was for me, and he probably was terrified to have the option of us splitting suddenly on the table. I didn’t want it and neither did he, but it seemed like a logical option right about now.
The drive was so painful, both of us sobbing not being able to speak.
Every moment and second felt like hell. Like the devil himself perfectly planned out how to make this hurt the most.
When he pulled into the drive way, none of us wanted it leave. Like if any of us moved the world would fall apart below us.
“Why is this so fucking hard?” I weakly let out.
“Do you really want to leave me?” He asked praying to whomever the answer would be no, but knew that might not be the case.
“Maybe.” I spoke forcing the word out like a sorry to an asshole.
He looked out the side window, bitting the inside of his cheek, and sobbing harder.
“I love you. A lot. I want to grow old with you. I want you to be your end game. But my job. Our lives. They’re so different.”
“You don’t even like that job.” He muttered to himself thinking my shitty nine to five was more worth more than my love for him.
“But I don’t want to quit and become dependent on you.”
“Well, why not? I have the money.”
“I don’t want to do that to you.”
“I can though. I would. Unless there’s another reason you want to leave me.”
There wasn’t. It was a couple things but it wasn’t to far off from that.
“…I guess there really isn’t, but why would you do that.”
“Because I love you! And we want to be together, and if you’re going to leave me because you feel bad I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”
He’s right.
“Why don’t I just fucking off myself at this point.”
“No!” He said grabbing my arm. “Never, ever say that. If you genuinely feel that way I will do everything I can to help you.”
This man.
He unbuckled and closed the door and cal earbuds the other side and unbuckled me and helped me out of my seat and brought me inside.
He fell onto the couch and we continued to cried as he held me tight.
“Please don’t leave me.” He whispered.
I squeezed him tightly and continued to weep.
I didn’t know what’s as to come of this. I didn’t know if we’d break up, get married, if I’d quit my job, if we’d run away to France and change our names. I didn’t know. All I know is that,
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
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Blame it on the summertime part 1
Miles Kane x reader x Alex Turner (platonic)
Summary: When a creativity block forced you out of the country and out of your comfort zone, making you travel completely alone, you realized that this might have been the best decision of your life.
Warnings: cigarettes and alcohol, slight anxiety and mention of a panic attack
Words: 3,7K
Blame it on the summer time part 1
Going on a vacation alone wasn’t something you would do very fast but here we are in Ibiza all alone. You needed another surrounding and a different town in your country wouldn’t do anymore. You needed a different country and apparently a last minute ticket for Ibiza and a shared Villa was the cheapest. You didn’t knew the people who you would share the villa with but decided to get out of your comfort zone and just go.
For a while you had a creativity block and couldn’t really get rid off. You were a multimedia designer and currently working for an upcoming band. Once you were at the festival they were playing for, you grabbed the attention from other people who wanted you to work for them as well and you did. But the block really made you stuck in your life, so you booked a ticket, grabbed your stuff and your computer and decided to work from somewhere else, which wouldn’t be a problem at all.
You were lying if you weren’t anxious and it would just build up in a full blown panic attack at the airport. You went to a quite place and tried to gather yourself. You were completely pulled out of it when you saw a familiar face. Miles fucking Kane. Your favorite artist ever. You saw him walking with a car and suitcases on it. He was with one friend and the Alex Turner, who was taking some pictures with fans, while Miles waited and looked your way, seemingly pulling all the air out of your lungs as you quietly gasped. He smiled at you, which you automatically returned. You wanted to walk up to him and ask for a picture but seemed stuck on the bench you were sitting on.
He walked away and that was when you realized you just saw Miles Kane in Ibiza…. The world can be so small and never have you been happier about it. Your phone pinged, letting you know that your uber arrived. You stood up and tried to gather yourself some more, knowing you would soon meet the people in the villa and sincerely hoping you would get along with them and that they would be nice.
You greeted your driver as he helped you with your stuff. You got in the car and made some small talk with the driver and he gave you some very useful tips for your trip here. You stared out of the window as a spark of excitement went through your body when you saw the beach and the ocean. Apparently the villa was linked to the beach. You would also have a big pool outside and a big place to sit there. They didn’t call it a villa for nothing…
The ride was about 30 minutes and you tipped the man. He also gave you some good tips for where to eat and some nice clubs along side beach clubs. He helped you with your suitcase and gave you the key to the residence. You walked in the big villa and entered. It seemed that there were already people inside and you felt your anxiety along with social anxiety go to the rough. You heard a familiar voice but couldn’t place it in your head yet.
You placed your suitcase by the stairs and gathered yourself and your nerves before walking to the backside. There was music playing and the vibe was nice as far as you could tell. You walked out, only to be met with the one and only Alex Turner. You were staring as he looked at you with a grin, waiting for you to speak but you were gob smacked. You looked to the other people and made eye contact with the kindest brown eyes you ever saw from none other than the only Miles Kane. He was smiling as well at you. Everyone went quite, waiting for you to say something.
“Hey! You must be Y/N! I’m Zachery but you can call me Zach! We’re sharing the villa right?” he pulled you out of the trance which you were very grateful of. “Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m Y/N.” you told him kindly with a smile as you gave him a hand. You turned around towards Alex and gave him a hand as well. He still had that grin on his face and it felt like you could just bury yourself then and there. He made eye contact with Miles who shook his head with a smile. “Hi, I’m Alex and that’s Miles over there.” he told you pointing towards Miles. You smiled and gave him a hand as well. When you made eye contact, he looked intently at you. You could tell he was thinking as if he recognized you, which could be. You’ve met him two times before after a show of his. You could see the ball drop in his head and he smiled warmly at you, which you returned. He didn’t say that he knew you just yet and you weren’t sure that he would.
“So, what do you want to drink? We’ve got many things to make you a cocktail if you want. We also have wine, beer and just normal drinks. So what’s your poison.” He asked you. You chuckled “Surprise me.” you told him and he smiled. “Alright, coming right up!” he walked inside after you thanked him. “I’ll show ya, yer room.” Miles told you, surprising Alex. “Oh, thank you.” you were a little surprised as he stood up and walked past you, giving you a warm smile.
He walked to the stairs, getting your suitcase along. “Oh you don’t have to do that Miles, I got it.” he turned around “Don’t wurry luv, I got it. Ya must be tired from tha flight.” He was always very kind when you would meet him but it still surprised you. You followed him upstairs and saw that he was wearing shorts and a blouse. “This is meh room, that one is Alex’s and that one is Zach.” He pointed out while you nodded. He showed you the way and walked you up to your room until he turned around.
“Don’t mind meh askin…But we’ve met before aven’t we?” he asked you and you felt your cheeks heat up. You looked shyly to the ground “Yeah, I’ve been to your show 2 times. I really like your music and I’ve met you after the show.” you saw the smile on his face grow bigger. “I thought so. You looked very familiar. Thank ya for the luv ya know! Really appreciate it!” he told you, making you smile. You wanted to ask for a hug but didn’t want Miles to feel uncomfortable. “It’s nice to see ya again babe! Can I give ya a hug?” He asked you, making you smile even brighter “Yeah, absolutely!” He gave you a short hug, making you long for more. “Well I’ll see ya downstairs! I’m glad we’re sharin the villa with ya! We gonna ave a blast!” he told you before walking downstairs with a smile plastered on his face.
You stood in front of your room, a little starstruck at what just happened and what would happen in the future. You were beyond excited to share a villa with your favorite artist the one and only Miles Kane and Alex Turner.
You walked into your room, which was just beautiful. You had a big bed and a balcony with the view of the ocean. You could hear the music and the boys as the balcony was overlapping them. You placed your suitcase down and quickly changed into some more comfortable things. You texted your friends and family that you’ve landed and about who you shared the villa with before walking downstairs again.
Zach was still in the kitchen, making the cocktails for everybody. “You like your room?” he asked you sincere. “Yeah, it’s amazing!” he smiled and handed you the cocktail, walking outside with you. Miles smiled at you, making you feel flustered. Alex eyed the two of you and chuckled slightly. You sat down on the couch and sipped your cocktail. “Oh this is really good.” You told Zach, who chuckled “Thank you, thank you it’s a talent.” He playfully said, making everybody chuckle.
Miles got a cigarette, offering one to Alex, you and Zach. You took one, making eye contact again and he smiled warmly. This man is going to be the death of you this vacation. “Wha brings you ere, if I might ask?” Alex asked you interested. “A creativity block.” You chuckled slightly and they waited for you to continue. “I’m a multimedia designer and right now I’m doing a lot for different bands, like leading there social media, filming videoclips and editing them, making posters and business cards for them. Also photograph a lot for them and stuff but lately my creativity is lacking a lot and hoped that a different surrounding would maybe help with that you know? Like seeing different things and hoping that that would stimulate my creativity.” You told them honest. They looked intrigued at you.
“Well, I’m a photographer myself so if you need help with that I can help.” He told you. “Thank you, that would be lovely.” You told him “So ya’re all alone here?” Miles asked you softly. “Yeah… It’s a little out of my comfort zone…. Well actually a lot but sometimes you need to do that.” You told them and they nodded in understanding. “Well, ya’re always welcome with us.” Alex told you and Miles nodded. “Thank you! That’s very nice and comforting.” You chuckled feeling shy and a little overwhelmed. “This is actually my first time traveling alone so it makes me a little nervous.” You told them honestly.
“That’s quite understandable.” Zach told you. “We’re actually going to eat dinner later somewhere. Want to come along?” Miles asked you his voice glanced with hope. You didn’t want to disturb there vacation and be a burden so you were doubting until Alex spoke up. “We would like it if ya would come along. We can use some femininity here so it would be nice ya know.” he told you, taking away the feeling of being a burden. “In that case, I would love to!” Everyone smiled and you all chatted along. You were getting along great with them and it felt like you’ve known them for years, taking away all the anxiety. They made you feel incredibly welcome even so much that you felt more welcome here with them than with your family.
You were all laughing a lot and it really felt like you were a part of their friend group and you actually were but that was still a little hard to believe. “I should go to the store. Do you know where it is?” you asked them. “Yeah, I’ll walk with ya. Need some cigarettes any way.” Miles told you and Alex grinned again. You smiled at Miles and nodded while you both stood up. You got your linen bag, keys, phone and wallet.
Miles opened the door for you and walked next to you while leading the way. “I meant it when I told ya that it was nice to see ya again ya know.” he told you sincere. You smiled “Yeah, I can’t really comprehend that I’m sharing a villa with my favorite artist you know, let alone walking to the store together.” You chuckled a little embarrassed. Miles stopped walking for a moment, getting the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. You realized that you slept up and felt completely embarrassed right now.
“I’m sorry…. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” You told him but he kept smiling “I’m your favorite artist?” you looked up in surprise at him. “Well… yeah I mean… Your music is great but when you perform you do it with so much passion and emotion… no other artist had that effect on me but you do.” He placed his hand over his heart. “Oh my god bahebe. That means a lot to me realleh!” he told you, pulling you into a hug. You chuckled “Well, thank you… Your music helped me in many ways.” You told him as you continued walking.
You had to walk up a stair and walk over the rocks, which felt like a hike. You were chatting about music and you both were enthusiast about it, talking fast like there wasn’t even enough time and you could feel a spark between the two of you. “Oi babe, wait. Let meh walk in front. Is a bit tricky here. Been ere before.” he told you and grabbed your hand so he could help you over the rocks. If you would be on top of one, he would hold both of your hands and help you down. His hands were soft and you never wanted to let go. Apparently neither did he as you kept walking hand in hand and continued chatting.
It didn’t took long in the store as you grabbed the things you needed along side Miles. The trip back went just as the trip to the store. You both talked about almost everything and continued chatting while you walked into the villa. Alex looked at Zach with a grin, which he returned. You all drank some more cocktails outside until it was time to get dressed for dinner. You wore a nice, casual yet sexy dress and put your Dr. Martens on and fixed your make-up a little bit. You walked out of your room at the same time as Miles. His room was next to yours. You both stared at each other in awe. He was wearing a white blouse with black jeans. The blouse fitted very nicely and showed off his muscles. He was wearing something around his arms over the blouse. It was golden jewelry. It was like a bracelet but then around your upper arm. “Babe… Ya look amazin….” He told you as he checked you out. You felt flustered. “Well, have you seen yourself? You look amazing as well!” you complimented him. You swore you could see him blush.
He offered his arm for you and you wrapped your arm in his before walking downstairs and let go when you arrived downstairs. You were the first to be the done so you waited for Alex and Zach. Normally you would have a lot to talk about but there was a noticeable tension between the two of you, both feeling shy and flustered around each other. Alex hopped down the stairs and noticed the tension between the both of you. He eyed Miles with a smirk and looked away.
After Alex came down, it didn’t took long before Zach walked downstairs as well and all made your way to a restaurant/beach club next to the beach. You all climbed your way over the rocks and obviously Miles helped you once again, not wanting you to hurt yourself. Unfortunately there wasn’t an easier way to get to the beach, unless you want to walk for over an hour.
Once you finally arrived in town, which you had to go through in order to get to the beach in this case, you looked your eyes out. There were people everywhere and you were overstimulated. Miles softly grabbed your arm to get your attention, since you weren’t really looking where you were going. You looked at him and he gave you a kind, warm smile before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you gently against his side. You took his hand in yours which rested on your shoulder and walked with him. It didn’t took long before some fans to come up to Alex and Miles, asking for a picture.
Miles reluctantly let go of you but you gave him a reassuring nod and smile before standing next to Zach so the fans could have their moment with their attention. Zach looked at you with a grin, hinting towards the fans, making you chuckle. “Happens all the time.” Zach commented. “I could understand that. But it’s nice you know. That their music such an impact on people.” Zach agreed with you as you both waited patiently for them to be done.
After 15 minutes they said their goodbyes before more fans would come up to them. Besides you were all pretty hungry at the moment. Miles placed his arm around your shoulder again and you held his hand which was incredibly soft and made your heart flutter. In all fairness, everything he did at this point made your heart flutter. Some fans made pictures and videos of the four of you.
When you finally arrived, the sun was already setting. Miles pulled the chair out for you like a gentleman. You thanked him and he sat down next to you. Everyone got their menu card and looked at the various different foods they had. You ordered a sangria which Miles thought was a good idea and ordered one too and all ordered your food. You were chatting with Alex who was very interested in your work and you showed some pictures and told him where your journey had started.
Alex was very impressed by your work, which made the rest interested in it as well. You showed your work and they were all a little stunned by it. “Ya’know, if ya ave time and stuff, Maybeh ya can work for us.. of course we’ll pay ya.” Miles asked you carefully. Alex nodded, completely agreeing with Miles. You were taken by surprise “Are you kidding me? I would absolutely love to!” They smiled and shared their ideas with you.
When the food arrived, Miles took his phone out for his Instagram and filmed the table with the food on it and then Alex after that Zach and then you. “What’s ya insta babe?” Miles asked you so he could tag you in it. He gave you his phone and you searched your name, tagging yourself in it. Miles immediately followed you and saw that you were already following him. He looked at you with a smile and tucked his phone away again. Zach and Alex eyed each other quickly knowing that the both of you had a connection.
You all ate your food, while chatting in between. You told you some crazy tour stories, making you laugh and Miles laughed some more when you did and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Alex and Zach knew damn well that Miles liked you and was very attracted to you. They could see that you felt the same way and how you had an instant connection with him that they haven’t seen before. The only thing they were curious about was how long it was going to take the two of you to admit it.
After dinner you all had some drinks at the beach club where they were playing some music. You felt complete at that moment. This was your dream and here you were living it. You all agreed to go swimming tomorrow and you couldn’t wait, happiness overflowing your heart and you haven’t felt this great in years, losing all the weight that you’ve carried around for so long. You all laughed a lot and took many pictures and videos, along side with Miles. You were all pretty buzzed and jetlagged since they arrived today as well and decided to go back to the villa, knowing you still had a lot of evenings left to go out and party.
Miles helped you on the rocks again and you finally arrived at the villa. You gave them all a hug, whishing them a good night before you walked upstairs. Miles’s eyes followed you when you walked up the stairs. Alex chuckled and swatted his best friend on the arm, grabbing his attention. That’s when Miles knew that Alex knew and he wasn’t so subtle after all. His cheek had gotten completely red and Miles laughed a little embarrassed.
You got into your room and freshened up before getting into bed and having some good night sleep. You went through your phone before going to sleep and opened Instagram. You had gotten a lot of followers in a short time, all fans of Alex and Miles. You went through Miles’s stories and couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face, feeling butterflies in your stomach again as the realization sat in. You placed your phone in the charger and tried to get some sleep.
~next morning~
You woke up, feeling a little disoriented and felt like everything was a dream until you looked around. Excitement already setting in and replacing the tiredness. You knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep again. You looked at the time on your phone, seeing it was 9 o’clock in the morning. It was a nice time, you thought and stepped out of bed, changing into your bikini and put a dress on and freshened up in your own bathroom before walking downstairs with your laptop you already heard some music coming from downstairs, hinting that someone was already awake. You saw Miles in the kitchen, the door to the backyard already open he was wearing shorts again and a shirt with only one button holding it together and teasing his abs from underneath.
Miles turned around from the sound. He got a big smile on his face when he saw you. “Good morning” you said happily. “Good morning luv. Sleep well?” he asked you, his voice was husk from sleep and his scouse accent coming through while he was making coffee. “Yeah slept great actually and you?” you asked him and he couldn’t stop smiling. “Good, a little short but it was good.” He replied. He signed at the coffee if you wanted some. “Yeah thanks!” you told him and walked outside with your laptop, opening it. Miles kept looking at you but you didn’t really notice it since you finally had some ideas for the bands you worked for.
Part 2
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Will We Talk? | Part 2 |
Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader | Being Katie Cook’s best friend means you see a lot of a certain band, so it’s too bad that the lead singer can’t seem to stand being in your presence. You’re all too aware that you get chatty when you’re anxious, and despite being around each other for a decade, Alex still makes your heart race (and not in a good way). But then he asks a question you never expected to hear, and it changes everything: “Do I make you nervous?”
Word Count: 15.2k
Warnings: Smut
A/N: Besties, hellooo! I honestly can’t explain how shocked I am that with the response to Part 1. Alex stans you’re back and I’m thrilled you enjoyed the first part! I’m so excited to share this one with you, I can’t believe after almost 2 years this fic is finally coming out and I’ve finally finished part 2 ahahhaa. Really hope you enjoy it, can’t wait for your reactions. Let me know if theres anything that you want to see happen in part 3 because I’m very interested! Thanks again to @alovesreading and @kennedy-brooke for putting up with me pecking your head and helping with this chapter, it’s much appreciated! Thanks everyone for reading, and I really hope you enjoy! Thanks a million x
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| Part 1 |
Just as you were turning yourself around again to head upstairs, Alex leaves you shell shocked when he asks you, “Do you want to fuck me?”
Instantly your eyes are the widest they could possibly get and you’re sure your jaw falls open. Looking at him intently to try and make sure you’re not dreaming this, you deadpan, “Excuse me?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” Alex asks, putting the record back like it's the most casual thing to ask someone he barely speaks to, “Is that why I make you nervous?”
This should be the easiest response you’ve ever given him.
“I-”
But your words fail you. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.
Wait… Do I want to fuck him?
You scorn yourself, not needing that question answered right now because you’re so confused, you have your own questions that need answering.
Your words are immediately defensive and you don’t hesitate to narrow your eyes as you ask, “What have I done to make you think that I want to fuck you?”
“Well everything that I just mentioned is what rules out fan behaviour.” Alex tells you saying this like it’s the most normal thing leaving his mouth, “It was just something else that popped into my mind whilst I was trying to figure you out.”
Why is he trying to figure me out in the first place though?
After a second Alex raises his eyebrows at you, curiously wondering, “Well?”
“I- I’ve not- ever really given it much thought.” You stumble on your words, because in truth you think you’d maybe twice looked at him and guessed he was good in bed and you didn’t let your mind wonder past that.
When he asks, “Do you not think it would be good?” after waiting for your answer, you’re sure he can read your mind.
Your brain is whurring around, but you can get it together enough to say, “I never said that.”
Alex smiles a little at that and he takes a step closer as he asks, “So your answer is yes then?”
“Never said that either.” You shake your head, taking as much of a deep breath that you can without making it obvious.
Alex shrugs a little as he watches you, “Well it's a simple question.”
Is he deluded? This is the furthest from a simple question he could ever get.
“You sound like you want to fuck me.” You fire back at him, hoping he’d give you some inclination of how he even wanted you to answer.
He smirks at you as he says, “I mean, I'd be interested in seeing if your mouth can do something other than talk at a hundred miles an hour.”
Holy fucking shit.
If you’re honest this feels like you’re having the biggest practical joke of all time played on you. You have no other idea where all this would be coming from, because you certainly can’t imagine Alex Turner - out of all the people you know - saying suggestive things to you.
You’re truly shocked to your core. Never did you ever think that this brief trip to your house would have you gawking at Alex like he was a headless chicken. But because he just said that, you’re a bit fuming now.
“You’re sounding pretty cocksure.” You frown a little at that, getting defensive, “Why does me being nervous and chatty around you automatically make you think I want to fuck you?”
“You’re not like this with anyone else.” Alex smiles as he tries to explain himself, because to him it makes perfect sense. He’s experienced it before which is why he’d rather hear you tell him straight and he hopes that explaining where he’s coming from will make you more vocal, “Which tells me you can’t blame every interaction we’ve had on you being an introvert. And you don’t know me well enough to be nervous around me because you really like me, so that leaves me with the assumption that you might want to fuck me.”
“That's possibly the most arrogant thing that’s ever left your mouth.” You frown at him but Alex can’t help but think it’s adorable. Like a mouse is angry at a cat.
But then you make him fully grin when you say in your anger, “Besides the fact you think my mouth would be occupied before yours, that's hilarious in itself. No wonder you’re single.”
Stop fucking talking Y/N. Nulled your point completely there, you idiot. Stop thinking about it!
“So you’ve planned this out already.” Alex smirks, “Good to know.”
“No I-” You stop yourself from saying anything else you regret as panic bubbles in your stomach. You take a deep breath with your eyes closed and you start to say, “Alex can you p-”
But your words halt and your eyes open when you feel his hand come to rest on your hip. You see he’s right in front of you now and he’s looking at you reassuringly with only a vague amused smile on his lips.
You’re positive you stop breathing when he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
Your eyes go wide again, and unable to stop yourself you ask, “Right now?”
“Yes.” Alex nods with a small laugh.
“No,” You shake your head, and shock is so clearly seen on your face and heard in your voice when you say, “You can’t.”
Alex has to ask you, “Why not?”
At the end of the day a kiss could make up your mind. Something so innocent is surely something you wouldn’t be opposed to.
You almost make Alex burst out laughing when your defence is, “Because I’ve not had a drink.” and not because you don’t actually want to.
His lips are curled up into a smile when he asks, “Why do you need a drink for me to kiss you?”
“To help me relax.” You tell him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and the singer has to keep it together.
Feeling the need to remind you he blankly states, “It’s a kiss.”
“Sorry,” You shake your head, looking at him like he’s just told you he has three big toes or something abnormal. What a fucking idiot, it’s not just a kiss when you’ve not had a drink. You had to ask him, “When was the last time you kissed someone sober that wasn’t a person you were seeing?”
Alex laughs openly for a few seconds there and the way he’s laughing does seem genuine. It’s the same laugh that you’ve heard when he’s in Miles’ company or anyone else who he actually likes to spend time with. You just really don’t know why you’re hearing it, but it does calm you down.
Both of you share eye contact for a few seconds as you watch him laugh and you’re processing the past few minutes in your mind. Alex Turner, your best friends’ husband’s best mate, has as asked you if you want to fuck him. And he’s pretty much told you that he wants to fuck you. And he’s asked if he could kiss you.
And as you’re thinking all of this, you’ve subconsciously settled into his hold on you. Both his hands are holding your hips now, resting gently as his thumbs move over the soft material of your skirt.
You’ve not realised you’re now looking at him inquisitively, you’re looking up at his features like you’re curious. And truthfully, now you are. The longer you look at his face, the more you wonder if his skin is as smooth as it looks. The more you catch sight of his lips, the more you wonder how he’d use them when they are against yours.
So Alex asks you a simpler question in a quiet voice, hoping to not scare you out of the trance you seem to have got yourself in. “Do you want me to kiss you, Y/N?”
You try not to think about what he’s said, instead you look up into his eyes during this quiet moment you’re sharing. He seems to understand that you’re silently asking him if he actually wants to kiss you, so Alex just leans down and answers your question.
The moment his lips connect to yours, you feel like your heart is about to go into cardiac arrest. Like it’s the last burst of energy before it ultimately gives up on you and you pass into a peaceful and less anxiety inducing afterlife.
But you don’t die on the spot. Instead, your lips move against his slowly as you let him lead you.
And Alex kisses like he has no other place to be apart from right here. The previous rush of needing to get back here and get changed before Katie and Jamie come to pick you up is as if that was never the plan at all.
You’re trying not to spiral or let your erratic nervousness get the better of you, all you try to do is focus on every movement you feel. On Alex’s hands wrapping further around your back, tightening his hold on you as he kisses you sweetly.
You're taken aback when he deepens your kiss which ends up with your hand taking a hold of his shirt and you pull on it a little as you whimper into his mouth. The noise you release doesn’t phase Alex in the slightest, if anything it encourages him further and he no longer treats you like you’re about to break.
It turns heated and Alex is pleased that you’re responding so well to him. When he draws a moan out of you, he can’t help but feel proud of himself and when you tug a little on his shirt to keep him in the kiss, he really likes it.
He’s not been able to get the thought of what you would be like to kiss or fuck since that night you came to his gig. And finding out that you were available and that you weren’t seeing anyone when he walked you home that night earlier in the year, meant that it was all Alex could think about since getting back home from the latest leg of the tour.
You’re a little breathless when he pulls away and you’re dazed to say the least. Alex opens his eyes first and sees that yours are still closed as if lost in the moment. Your grip is still strong on his shirt like his is around your waist.
“That was good, yeah?” Alex asks softly when you open your eyes.
Your words start to fail you immediately, “I-” so you end up looking down as you feel your cheeks heating up.
But the last thing Alex wants is for you to go back into your shell. “Y/N?”
You have no idea why, but you’re in so much shock at what’s just happened that you blurt out, “I don’t do one night stands.”
Alex smiles a little at that, edging his bets a little when he raises his eyebrows, “Who said it had to be one night?”
“Well, I- I’ve never done the friends with benefits thing.” Blinking a few times, as if to get your thoughts in order, you add, “In fact, I don’t even know if we’re quite friends.”
“We’ve known each other for nearly a decade Y/N,” He fakes a little hurt, “You wouldn’t call me your friend?”
“I’d call Jamie my friend. I’d call Miles, Matt, and Nick my friends.” You're honest when you say, “But I think this is the longest time you’ve ever spent alone with me.”
Alex just grins, “I think this is the only conversation we’ve ever had where you’re not speaking at double speed. Is that because you’re too nervous to even speak now or because you’re shocked?”
The singer is pleased that you don’t go back into your shell at his teasing. Instead, he’s met with the firery side of you that he met earlier when he asked if you wanted to fuck him.
“This might be the only conversation we’ve ever had. And it’s very much the shock.” Some self consciousness kicks back in though as you step out of his arms, “Do you even think I’m attractive or are you messing with me for your own amusement?”
After you move away from him a little, Alex goes and perches on the arm of your settee and folds his arms together when he answers, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”
“It’s a perfectly valid question.” You tell him, mimicking his movements and crossing your own arms.
“No, I’m not messing with you. I think you’re really attractive.” Alex tells you truthfully.
It’s confirmed. You’ve definitely accidentally fallen into an alternate reality where this Alex Turner is a hell of a lot nicer than the other one you're used to.
You just believe this further when he adds, “I have done for a long time, but only wanted to do something about it the last few times I’ve seen you.”
“Are you on drugs?” You deadpan, crossing your arms as you walk towards him to stare into his brown eyes hoping for a sign that there’s a fucking party of drugs in his bloodstream.
But Alex laughs as you check his pupils and he shakes his head, “No. Not even had a drink yet.”
And you believe him because his pupils are a normal size and he seems with it in every way other than the words spilling from his mouth. And that just leaves you so beyond confused.
Running a hand through your hair, you scorn him as you begin to pace, “You could have at least hinted or something.”
“I definitely did.” Alex tells you.
Bullshit.
You shake your head as you pace, scoffing, “When?” as you don’t expect him to have an answer.
“When I told Jamie to invite you to our shows,” Alex holds one finger up and adds a second and third when he lists, “And I gave you that triple A pass, and I got you a drink.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” You stop right in front of him. Wide eyed, you go into teacher mode on him and say, “Half the time you answer me in as little words as possible when I speak to you, that's absolutely no indication that you want to fuck me Alex! I don’t even think you spoke to me that night.”
“I bought you a drink!” Alex argues his point, an amused smile still playing on his lips though. You’re funny when you’re feisty.
You want to roll your eyes at him. You end up counterarguing, “How was I meant to know that was you trying to come on to me if you don’t follow it up with a conversation or a shitty pick up line at the very least?”
Clearly Alex remembers the night better than you do because he tells you, “We had a conversation and you barely let me get a word in edgeways.”
And just as you’re about to argue back to try and wipe that victorious smirk off Alex’s face, your phone starts ringing. Quickly walking around Alex to grab your small bag that you had on before, you pull your phone out and see that it’s Katie calling you.
“Fuck,” You look out of the window and see the taxi pulled up at the side of the road. “They're here.” and you’re not fucking ready.
You briefly answer the phone and tell your best friend that you’ll be out in a minute. You hang up when Alex gets up from his seat and you start rushing around trying to find your tights again because now you really have run out of time.
But you can’t even do that because when you turn around to try and check in another shopping bag, Alex is there and he quickly kisses you again which catches you by surprise. It doesn’t last anywhere near as long as the other one but it still leaves your lips tingling and wanting more.
Pulling away, Alex tells you, “I’ll go and tell them you’ll just be a minute. I think we’re going to have a fun night, don’t you?”
And all you can do is gormlessly stare after him before he pulls his jacket back on and leaves your house with you genuinely not being able to process the last 10 minutes. And you don’t even have fucking time to process it because you needed to be out of the door 2 minutes ago.
So you opt for the last thing you wanted to do when you left the Cook household. You slip your ripped tights off and throw them in the bin before you leave the house and once you have your bag and your boots back on, you lock up and get into the taxi.
You’re cold already which you’re not pleased about but your temperature is the furthest thing from the front of your mind as you climb in the black taxi and you’re seated beside the man who’d just kissed you twice. He looks at you with an amused grin but you don’t give him any satisfaction of looking back at him.
The annoyance in your system grows when Jamie nods down to your bare, and thankfully smooth, legs and asks, “What’s happened to new tights?”
“I couldn’t find any.” You brush his comment off and just look out of the window so you don’t say something you regret like, ‘blame your best mate for asking if I wanted to fuck him and then he kissed me twice’.
You have to bite your tongue at Jamie’s quiet comment back, “Could have saved you the dull walk back if you’d listen to me, Y/N.”
That trip home is the furthest thing from dull that’s probably ever happened to you.
~*~*~*~
At the club Alex has been quite different to how you were used to him - he seems to always be keeping an eye on you, trying to stay close to you at all times but not in an overbearing way, simply wanting to spend more time in your presence.
And whilst that’s enough to have your mind spinning after what had happened back at your house, his casual flirting is only making you even more aware of the change in his behaviour.
If it wasn’t him briefly brushing your waist with the pads of his fingers before joining your chat with Katie, it was him getting you another drink and whispering in your ear about how good you looked. Everything he did slowly drove you insane, and it was no surprise to you that you drank more as a result.
Thankfully now you’re relaxed about it, the more he’s been doing it, the more you’re enjoying it and want him to continue. But that doesn’t mean his behaviour doesn’t affect you. On the contrary, there were multiple occasions in the first few hours at the club he boldly flirted with you when only you were in earshot and he left you completely at a loss for words. But you can’t lie to yourself, it got your heart racing.
So when he comes up behind you at the bar and smirks as he jokes into your ear, “Christ, do you wanna slow down?” you don’t mind at all.
You laugh as you finish taking the sour shot you just got for yourself, “Nope.”
Being properly tipsy Alex notices definitely loosens you up a little. You don’t look anxious all the time, and you’ll actually laugh at the jokes he’s telling you and you’ll look like you’re not nervous to be around him all the time which he much prefers.
There’s something about the way he’s standing behind you but with his arm on the side of the bar, trapping you in your spot beside him that you quite like. And when you look up at him you’re trying not to smile when you see the way he’s looking at you entirely entertained, like he can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from you.
You feel your stomach fill with that nervous feeling as he keeps your gaze, but instead of blabbing on like you usually do, you ask, “Do you want to do a tequila shot with me?”
“Yeah, okay.” Alex nods and you quickly ask the bartender who served you just a minute ago for two shots.
The singer is standing close to you as you both watch the bartender move, but when you feel Alex’s hand move from holding the bar to the small of your back you look up at him. Almost as soon as you do, Alex turns to look at you too and the time that you hold eye contact, you feel that pull between you that you felt when he kissed you earlier.
And you can’t help but want him to do it again. But you need to get something off your chest before you even think about what he offered you earlier. You lean up a little so you can say into his ear for only him to hear, “I'm nervous around you because you’re always grumpy and distant with me. You never engaged in any conversation I’ve ever had with you, except tonight and the time you walked me home.”
“So there…” You lay it all out on the table for him, and you pull back a little so you can see his face again, “Before tonight nothing to do with it was about sex.”
“And I’m sorry about that Y/N. I really am.” He looks and sounds sincere as he says that, and you believe him when he tells you, “I’ll do better.”
“Good.” You nod, “So you should.”
Alex can’t help but smile as you turn back to the bar to grab your shots. The bartender has put the lime on top of the shot for you and you move them towards you.
Leaving Alex’s shot in front of him, you grab the salt shaker and lick the back of your hand before sprinkling some on the same spot before you pass it to Alex. You watch as he does the same and you pick up your lime and shot and wait for him to get to the same point you’re at.
Once he is, you’re both grinning as you turn to face each other properly so you can do the shot. “Cheers.” You smile and raise your glass up to him.
Grinning, Alex clinks his shot against yours and he watches intently as you lick the salt from the back of your hand, him doing the same simultaneously. The shot is next and he can’t help but be a little shocked when you don’t pull a face when you swallow the spirit but there is a little relief on your face when you bite into the lime.
Grinning as you both put the shot glasses back down, you can’t help the small intake of breath as Alex’s hand finds your hip this time and he holds you against him as he asks over the loud music, “Can I buy you a drink?”
Of course, you accept with a smile, “Yeah okay.”
You really do quite like this friendly side of him, whether he’s flirting with you or not, you don’t mind now you’ve had enough to drink. You much prefer this version of him to the grumpy bastard you’re mostly used to.
Pleased with your answer, Alex asks, “Amaretto?”
Nodding, you grin, “Please.” still finding it both amusing and shocking he knows your drink of choice.
Alex orders drinks for you, a double Disaronno on ice, and for him, a whisky coke. Once you have them the bartender asks the both of you, “You paying for everything together?”
And as you shake your head, Alex verbally disagrees telling them, “I’ll get them all please mate.”
“No,” You shake your head, looking at the bartender and saying, “Let me get the shots.”
“I’ve got them Y/N/N.” Alex gently knocks your hand with your card in, out of the way and puts his card on the machine before you can get yours there.
You sigh and look at Alex who now has a shit eating grin on his face and frown. But instead of scorning him like you want to, you tell him, “I’m getting the next ones.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” Alex smirks despite having no intention to make you pay for anything tonight.
You pick your drink up and smile at him, “Thank you.” as you take a sip.
Alex smiles as he picks his drink up too and he rests his hand on the small of your back as the both of you make your way back over to your friends. It's about 10:30pm now and you’ve had a great night so far, especially after Kelly came out to join you too along with Nick and Kirsten.
You always thought Nick's divorce was amicable, thankfully nothing like Matts (although you will and always will be on Breanas side of it). But you’ve always loved that Nick never made Katie feel like she couldn’t bring her friend out with you all, and it helped that Kirsten always got on with Kelly and she just became another friend.
Before you take a seat, you thank Alex again and he smiles and nods as he moves to sit beside Nick. You perch yourself down next to Katie as your previous seat and seeing an opportunity arise you lean in and kiss her cheek to draw her attention.
“Hello gorgeous.” Katie grins, her eyes lighting up seeing it was you who kissed her.
“Oh stop it.” You can’t take a compliment to save your life so your cheeks heat up a little.
Albeit, not as much as they’ve been heating up as a result of Alex flirting with you since you got to this club. His flirting made you glad for the low lighting because you don’t want him seeing just how much he can affect you.
Katie asks, “Where have you been?”
“I went to the toilet and then went to the bar to get a shot, but ended up doing a Tequila with Alex.” You explain why you’ve taken so long.
Katie can’t help but smile at this. It feels like you and Alex have somehow slowly become much less awkward with each other the past few times you’ve seen each other and your best friend is thankful for it.
She knows it’s not from your lack of trying, despite how shy you are. Katie is just glad Alex is finally giving you a break and not being a colossal twat.
So she smiles at you as she points it out to you, “You and Alex seem to be getting on easier today.”
“Yeah,” Your eyes go a little wide at her saying that.
You’ve not told her anything about what was said at your house earlier, nothing about the kisses or the proposition to fuck. So you know she’s just being genuinely happy for you that you’re not feeling awkward on a night out with him.
And you really don’t fancy opening that can of worms and making things awkward for yourself by telling her. Because, despite loving your best friend with all your heart, you know she won't keep her mouth shut and it will make you so overly paranoid, you’d rather pretend like it didn't happen and just keep silently enjoying being flirted with.
“He’s not acting like a total dickhead and ignoring me which is helping conversation.” You nod, chuckling a little as that is usually what made your skin crawl in the past.
“Well yeah, that will do it.” Katie laughs.
You let your eyes glance back to the man who bought you your drink and your heart stutters a little when you see he’s already looking at you. You feel your cheeks heat up again as a result of his stare, but you smile back at him as your stomach flips and you give your attention back to your best friend.
Alex on the other hand, can’t take his eyes off you, or more specifically your lips. Since you’ve returned to your friends, you’ve not stopped licking your lips, making them more plump by the second. All the singer can think about is having them on his own again, and he’s dying for it. He should have kissed you at the bar like he wanted to.
He’s half certain you’re doing it unconsciously as a result of the tequila shot, as he can still taste it on his lips too. You only seem to be doing it when you’re not talking, so he realises that must be the reason you’re doing it and not to just silently torture him.
You girls manage 5 minutes of chatting to each other again before you hear the start of Beyonce’s Single Ladies fill the room and it's Katie who gasps and stands up immediately. She drags you from your seat, demanding that you go and dance with her and after that tequila shot, you’re in no position to deny her.
Kelly and Kirsten join you and you’re not sure how many songs pass, it all becomes a bit of a blur as the boys come up and hand you more drinks when they spot you’ve finished your others. Alex is the one who comes up and gives you yours, the first time you notice his eyes scanning your body and you feel no need to hide under his stare like you usually do, you feel great and you’re having too much fun so you thank him and let your eyes take him in.
He looks fucking great. The Chelsea boots paired with his blue jeans that are tight on his arse, and since taking his leather jacket off earlier, he has rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt making him drool worthy. His hair is a nice length again now, longer on top instead of the buzzcut makes him look younger again.
Alex doesn’t miss the way you look at him that time, and he doesn’t miss it half an hour later when he brings you your next drink up to the dancefloor. He catches your eye and raises the glass that you can tell is yours by the shape and you wave him over, and he makes his way over to you.
You’re borderline drunk now, but for you the night feels like it’s just getting going. Little do you realise that your friends are going to have to leave in a little over 45 minutes to get back to the kids.
Alex smiles as he stops in front of you, a little out of breath and sweaty from singing and dancing but he can’t help but think you look so vibrantly alive and full of the best type of energy. This is how he wishes he’d seen you all along, this is the side he wants to see more often of Katie’s shy and nervous best friend.
“For you.” Alex hands the drink over and you eagerly accept, needing something to soothe your throat.
You grin, and take a desperate sip before saying an appreciative, “Thank you.”
Alex’s eyes move back to the people dancing behind you and over to the other 3 girls who he sees are still dancing away but quickly become distracted by Nick and Jamie bringing them their drinks. But Alex looks into your eyes as he points out, “You look like you’re having fun.”
“I am,” You nod, and because your inhibitions are so much lower now than they were earlier, you ask over the loud music, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Course.” Alex nods, smiling at the mere fact you want to.
Stepping closer to him, your chests almost together, you lean up and say into his ear, “Do you actually want to fuck me?”
Alex smirks, but instead of teasing he just leans down and lets his lips brush your ear as he confirms, “I wouldn’t have put so much effort into flirting with you if I didn’t.”
Whilst he loves the small whine you let out, he can’t help but be a little amused yet concerned by the way you rub your temples. You move back a little and tell him, “You’re fucking with my head.”
Alex thinks you look a little stressed about it again like you did earlier, which is the last thing he wants. You’d got so close tonight that he was sure you were feeling the same way he was.
So Alex tries to reignite that flirtiness with you, he leans back in and says, “I’d rather give you head, if that’s any consolation.”
Your cheeks flame at the same time your heart skips a beat and your stomach drops. You didn’t realise how much you like the thought of Alex being the one to do that until it’s offered to you. And the fact he’d said it so bluntly, there was no way you could find a way to twist his words.
He wants to do that. Alex Turner wants to go down on you. And you’ve somehow got to survive the night after hearing that, you have no idea how.
“You- I-” Trying to tell him off is pointless, and giving a coherent answer is even worse, so you end up asking, “Is your aim to make me flustered every chance you get?”
Alex smirks, and instead of answering directly, he just tucks your hair behind your ear as he grins, “You’re cute when you go all stuttery.”
Again you can’t fathom any words, you’re left a little blindsided by the compliment so Alex takes over. He leans into your ear and says, “Would it help your decision if I told you that I want you to agree? That I want you to say yes.”
When he moves back to look at you, in his eyes you can see he means it, along with the lust that’s beginning to shine through too. Whilst it’s finally nice to actually know what’s going on in his head, it doesn’t make things any easier in yours.
“I-” You start but both you and Alex get interrupted.
“Guys, we’re off.” Kirsten shocks both you and Alex out of your conversation and you both turn to her and Nick who you hug goodbye.
Not 10 minutes after they leave, Kelly decides to call it a night which you don’t entirely blame her for because after the last shot you three girls had, she looked like she could fall asleep at any moment.
After getting her safely in a taxi, you and Katie come back up to find the boys and you see them now by one of the pillars with a table around it that isn’t too far from where you were dancing earlier. You do notice now just how busy the club has got, everyone dancing is like a sea of bodies, making it very easy for the singer and guitarist to maintain their anonymity.
Katie, being the loving wife that she is, kisses Jamie deeply after she takes her new glass of wine from him, making you avert your gaze from the couple and focus on the singer again. Alex smiles at you and holds out your new drink for you to take.
“Thank you.” You say loudly over the music and reach to take it from him.
“Ah,” Alex pulls it away from you before you can take it. Over the music, he says, “I have a question.”
“Go on.” You raise your eyebrows prompting him to continue.
Alex only smirks and leans down, resting a hand on your hip as his lips brush your ear and asks, “Can I kiss you?”
The feelings both the proximity to him and the question stirs up in you isn’t unwelcome. The opposite even, but you’re just so shocked he’s asked when your friends are right there.
Kissing like teenagers and definitely not paying attention to the two of you or not, you can’t believe he’s asked when you’re barely a metre away from them.
Not wanting to say no, you bargain with, “If you dance with me?” instead of giving him what he wants on a silver platter.
You’re going to make him work for it. You don’t just sleep with anyone for the sake of it.
But before Alex can even respond, Jamie gets his attention over the music and you see him put two fingers to his lips and simulated smoking.
“Shame,” You lean up to Alex’s ear as you say that. “Maybe later.” You smirk, patting his chest before you grab your drink from him, followed by catching your best friend's hand and pulling her back to the dancefloor with you.
But it’s only about 10 minutes later when you and her find the boys in the smoking area and you tell Jamie that you think she needs some air. Katie almost decked it twice whilst you were dancing and once on the way outside so you think it’s best for her to slow down a bit before they go home,
And when you look at the happy couple, you can’t help but think Jamie will probably be worse for wear tomorrow too. Thank god it’s a Friday night and you know none of you have anywhere to be tomorrow morning.
You’re giggling with Katie as she leans against her husband and the wall one minute, but it’s when you tune out of their slurred conversation you hear your favourite song being played and you think fuck it as you disappear back inside. Once the music is loud again and you’re back in the middle of at least a hundred sweaty bodies, you let yourself loose to the music.
Despite no longer having your best friend to grind against, you let yourself have some fun. Something that if sober you saw, she would probably cringe from the way you’re moving but all your inhibitions are gone. You’re moving freely to the music and you feel fantastic.
You’re unsure how long passes before you feel a large hand hold your waist and a body pressed up behind you. But you don’t panic like you normally would, you let yourself enjoy the feeling of being held.
It’s only half way through the new song that you even turn to look at who it is, and when you do you can’t help but smile and lean back into him when you see it’s Alex. At this point, he looks about as drunk as you, if not more but you don’t hesitate to let your hips move as they were with him now pressed up against you.
You would think you were throwing caution to the wind if it wasn’t for the fact you know your friends are nowhere in sight. Alex wouldn’t be this obvious about it if they were.
With the way you’ve just started grinding against him, Alex can’t think very clearly. You know exactly what you’re doing, teasing him by rubbing your arse against him where his dick keeps twitching for you.
You absolutely love the way the singer can’t keep his hands off you. If you weren’t as drunk as you are you’re sure that you’d be judging yourself right now but feeling him holding you against him and the way you can feel his lips on your neck you let all your inhibitions go. You feel the best you have in a long time and you don’t want to let that feeling go.
So when you’re encouraged to turn towards him you don’t hesitate. You carry on dancing though, putting your arms above your head as you carry on moving to the music, but then you grin at him as he pulls you into his chest and you let your arms fall on his shoulders.
It feels hot as the both of you continue to move against each other but you feel out of breath when Alex dips his head and he starts kissing just below your ear. Letting one hand fall to the side of his neck, you encourage him to continue, leaning your head in the opposite direction so he can carry on his teasing.
But there’s only so much you can take, you need more. So you pull back a bit so he moves and looks at you again, but as soon as you do you lean in and kiss him.
And this time it's like your body sets on fire, goosebumps erupt all over from the intensity of it and you want to savour every second of it. Alex pulls you into him, both his arms wrap tightly around your lower back so you can’t escape him, but you don’t want to. You want nothing more than his lips against your own now and for the rest of the night.
So much so that you don’t hesitate for a single second when Alex deepens the kiss. You welcome it in fact. It feels like its suddenly just the two of you, neither of you care that your surrounded by dozens of bodies, all you can think about is each other and how fucking good it feels to be pressed against each other.
You feel dizzy and breathless the more you kiss him which leads you to pull away for just a second, Alex stays close though and you can feel him smiling against your lips which has you doing the same. The haziness that the alcohol has made you so much more relaxed about it all, and you even find that you love the way your heart is beating out of your chest in reaction to all of it.
On the dancefloor, you kiss for a minute more until Alex ends up making you moan from the way his hand ends up sliding down and grabbing a handful of your arse. It’s at that point he pulls you away from the crowded floor and down what looks to be a corridor that leads to a staff room.
He stops you in the middle of the dark walkway but there’s enough light to see that you're grinning at each other as he backs you up into the wall and dips his head to kiss you again. It gets intense faster this time, as there’s no need to ease into it. Sparks are flying and you feel like you could combust at any second.
It feels instinctive this time and the way Alex holds you, his hand coming up to grab your jaw to make sure you don’t move from how he wants you is getting you more flustered than you were before.
When you need to part, you end up tuning in to your surroundings again, over the sound of your own heartbeat you can still hear the loud music playing in the other room and feel the bass vibrating through the wall you're pressed against. But that doesn’t mean you don’t love the way Alex is kissing your neck, his lips are so precise with what he’s doing that you can’t help but want him to continue.
However, that doesn’t mean the situation doesn’t make the anxiety spike in you once more. All of the thoughts about Katie and Jamie and the risk of them catching you or what the prospect of a night with Alex could mean come flooding back to your drunk mind, and it scares you enough to ask the man whose lips are still on your skin a question.
“If you take me home, will we talk in the morning?” You ask, revelling in the feeling of his lips on your neck. You close your eyes in complete bliss when you continue, “Or is this going to go weird for everyone involved?”
At this point you don’t really care for an answer though. You want him to keep going. You want his hands all over you. But you know that you’d regret not asking.
You feel dizzy kissing him, and you’re only sure that it's real when your eyes open for a split second where you make his face out. Lust is clear in his eyes as he attaches his lips back to yours and you can’t mute the moan that vibrates from your tongue to his.
“Promise it won’t be weird, sweet. I just want you so badly.” He almost groans before his lips attack yours again and that's enough for you for now.
You kiss him with no inhibitions on your end then, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, forcing him into keeping the kiss going. The thud of your heartbeat is the only thing you can hear and it makes you a little gutted that you don’t get to hear the moan that you drag from Alex’s lips, even if it was silenced against your own.
Feeling like a teenager in a club again is not something Alex has felt in a long time, so maybe that’s why he lets the both of you get a little too carried away. But he can’t stop himself, you’re just so enticing. If you would let him he would probably take you here and now after you start grinding your hips against his when his leg slips between yours to keep you pressed against the wall.
By the time you pull back from the kiss, you want more than just his hands on you though. You want more than just him kissing you, and that yet again brings back one last seed of doubt into your mind. And your nervousness makes you voice it.
Your breath is ragged when you pull back and express your last worry to him, “I don’t usually do this kind of thing, Alex.”
“That's okay,” Alex promises, kissing your lips hard again once more before pulling back to ask, “Are you up for just enjoying tonight and thinking about tomorrow when it arrives?”
“Or do you want to stop?” He cups your face and looks into your eyes to tell you sincerely, “We can stop if you want to.”
You can tell just by the way he’s looking at you that he’s serious. That he won’t pressure you if you don't want this, but that alone settles your worries. You trust him enough to know that he won’t be a dickhead if you let him take you home.
You shake your head, as that’s the last thing you want, “I don’t want to stop.” before you lean back up to kiss him again.
One kiss turns into two, and two turns into three and throughout all of them you can feel Alex’s smile against your lips. So there’s no surprise that he’s grinning when he pleads, “Then let me take you home, sweet.”
And this time, you don’t hesitate to say, “Okay.”
After that Alex books an uber, probably the fastest he ever has. But the both of you stay tucked away in your private spot, stealing kisses and making each other breathless until Alex gets the notification the taxi is only a minute away.
There’s an excited anticipation to how you both interact with each other on the way down to the taxi and the way you both rush to it is enough of a give away of that. But as you set off, it turns out that it’s a good thing you did both rush in because when Alex goes to put his phone on do not disturb he notices a missed call from Jamie and an unopened text.
Where have you gone? Is Y/N with you?
Alex decides to play with the truth a little in his reply. Nothing that would get either of you in the shit but the last thing he needs is you overthinking about Katie and Jamie when you were so clearly excited to be leaving with him.
Yeah sorry mate she was dancing and when we came down to find you and we assumed you’d gone because we couldn’t find you. In a taxi with her now.
You’re sitting in the middle seat, as Alex slid in the door you also entered in so you try and let your eyes focus on the words he’s typing one handed as the other runs up and down your thigh. He’s certainly the best tease you’ve encountered in a long while, and you’re focused solely on his touch and the way that once he’s done with the text he drops his phone to his lap and uses his free hand to tuck his finger under your jaw and angle you towards him so he could kiss you again.
It doesn’t get as intense as it did in the club, mostly your doing, for the sake of the driver. But Jamie doesn’t give either of you long anyway as Alex’s phone vibrates and lights up the back seats again
Thank god. Thanks for getting her home safe
Alex has never typed a reply faster.
No worries mate
And its then Alex flicks Do Not Disturb on, and he intends to have you as his sole focus for the rest of the night.
~*~*~*~
Katie was right, his orange settee is a complete and utter eyesore. And the fact that your head is a little fuzzy doesn’t help that too much, all you know is that one second you were stepping into his flat and looking around at his decor and the next your lips were on his again and you were being pressed up against the nearest wall.
It’s nothing that you don't want, because you do desperately want him now you’ve had the idea in your head all night. The more drinks you’ve had along with all the flirting has let your mind spin.
So much so that you moan when your back slams against the wall, and you eagerly respond to the way Alex kisses you. Your arms fly around his neck, keeping him close and with his hands grasping at your hips, it’s only a minute you’re like that because the next thing you know Alex has encouraged you to jump up and wrap your legs around his hips and he presses you into the wall again, this time his hands groping your arse as he kisses you harder.
There’s absolutely nothing romantic about this. It’s just pure desire that's fuelled by alcohol and how horny the two of you clearly are. Which is why a minute later Alex walks you to his settee and eases you both down onto it.
Both of you are sprawled out across his hideous couch and you’re underneath him responding to his kisses and his touches in a way that fuels him to pull more noises from your mouth.
You can’t even make his fucking face out, you’re mind is so drunk from both the alcohol and the kisses you’re receiving. You want them to endlessly continue, you feel so good about every little touch he leaves on you. Thankfully you don’t need to see his face, you just keep your eyes closed and kiss him back.
The way he’s grinding your hips into yours has you breathless and your mind is spinning even more. But it’s the feelings he’s stirring up inside you now that have you wanting more.
The way he holds under your knee with his free hand and he teasingly rocks his hips into you has you whimpering in pleasure and he fucking loves the way you sound. The way your legs tighten around his waist is enough for him to know you want this, but he continues to tease you anyway.
His lips travel down your neck and he loves the way you're encouraging him, giving him more room and cupping the back of his neck to keep him against you. Not to mention the way you whine when you want him to kiss you again, and when he finally gives in to you he can’t help but tease. He bites your lip and he loves the way your eyes roll back because of it.
After you force him into kissing you hard again, it’s only when you’re breathless that Alex pulls back. But when he sees you blissed out underneath him, he only wants to bring you more pleasure and he’s craving more now he has you where he’s been dying for you.
“Can I taste you?” Alex asks in a husky voice.
If you were sober, that question would have your cheeks heating up, eyes scrunched shut, and you putting your hands over your face in an effort to hide away. So it’s very lucky you’re drunk, you just look at him and nod, “Please.”
He kisses you again then, but this time you feel his hand that had a tight grip of your thigh has moved to slide up your skirt. The way his fingertips trace the inside of your thigh making its way higher you feel your heart start beating faster.
It all but stops beating for a second when he traces over your underwear and he groans when he already feels how wet you are. You think he’s about to tease you for it but he can’t help himself any longer, he moves the material to the side and before you can even process it, his fingers push inside you.
The way you whine and moan almost makes Alex smirk against your lips. He knew you’d make the sweetest sounds for him and he’s proven right when he starts thrusting and curling his fingers inside you.
Your grip on his hair is almost distracting. But it’s that along with your moans and the way he feels you clench around his fingers drives him on.
Alex doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget the way your whole body seems to malfunction when his thumb starts to trace small circles on your clit. The noises you’re making are to die for and it has his dick growing harder with every second that passes.
He works you up, getting you breathless for him while you whine and moan beneath him. From the sounds you’re making he knows you’re getting close, and you have his dick twitching in his pants. But with the ache growing more intense but there’s no way he’s not making you cum at least once before he gets any pleasure himself.
However, to you it doesn’t seem like the case because one second your eyes are scrunched closed in bliss, and the next you’re whining and gasping disappointed because he’s not touching you anymore.
“Why’d you stop?” You whine, opening your eyes to see him smirking above you.
You’re about to ask why he’s being cruel and smirking at you but your complaints die on your tongue when you see him bring his fingers up to his mouth and he sucks on one of them. Your jaw falls and he makes you feel dizzy again when he groans in pleasure.
It makes you clench around nothing, aching for him even more. But your previous protest is lost in your mind as you try to commit this scene to memory. Alex however, answers your question without hesitation as he gives you his other finger that he’d yet to suck clean for you to do the job for him. And you do so without a complaint.
“Because you’re going to cum on my tongue first.” He tells you, loving seeing you desperate for him to do anything. Seeing you practically beg with your eyes is enough for him to carry on what he had planned.
He kisses you once he pulls his fingers away, and you can taste more of yourself on his lips. Before you even realise he’s kissing down your body and your breathlessly watching him descend. You shrill can’t really believe that this is how your night has turned out, but all anxieties tied with what this means have been thrown right out of the window. You’re loving every fucking second.
Your skirt might as well not be on at this point. He’s hitched it up enough that it's not even covering you anymore, and he moves himself further down the orange settee after hooking his fingers into your underwear and you lift your hips for him to pull them off. Alex has no shame in watching you and his eyes don’t even stray when he pockets the material.
He leaves hot kisses down your thigh before his head dips further and you feel him lick a bold strip up from your entrance to your clit. Your surprised moan makes him smirk but he can’t carry on teasing now he’s had his first taste, he buries his face into you and starts eating you out with little to no self control.
You encourage everything he’s doing with the moans that leave your mouth. His tongue showing your clit the attention it deserves has your hands rooting into his hair and tugging on it as encouragement.
The way he hums against you like he’s enjoying a meal makes you close your eyes, the vibration of it feeling too good. But when his mouth dips and his tongue is at your entrance and his nose rubs against your clit, you accidently rut against his face.
It makes him smirk but he doesn’t let up. Alex starts boldly fucking you with his tongue and he has to hold your hips down so he has you exactly where he wants you, in his control.
He can tell from the way you’re moaning to the way your legs begin to shake that you’re about to finish and it drives him on. Hearing you gasp his name and tug on his hair as he relentlessly fucks you with his tongue has him clouded by desire and he doesn’t let up for a single second.
It’s no surprise you orgasm in the next minute and he loves the way he makes your back arch off the settee as the pleasure takes over your body. It washes through your system in waves and he doesn’t let up until he feels you push him back slightly, clearly over-stimulated.
You’re gasping for breath when Alex moves backup, smirking as he says, “I knew you’d sound fucking amazing.” and he doesn’t hesitate for a second to kiss you properly again. It grounds you back to the moment and he makes your heart stutter all over again, you love kissing him, it’s certainly a fun way to pass the time.
As you’re getting off with him though, Alex presses himself back down between your legs. With him grinding against you, there’s no doubt he’s making a mess but the friction is so good on your over-stimulated self you don’t care, all you can do is release a few pleasured hums that he silences with his lips. But the singer can only take so much before he needs more.
Alex pulls away, feeling his dick throbbing in his pants, and asks, “Can I fuck you now?
“Yeah,” You nod, opening your eyes to plead, “Please.”
He leans down to press a long kiss to your lips before grinning, “Let’s go to my room then, sweet.”
The singer helps you up and on the short walk to his room there’s many a stolen kiss as you both begin shedding each other of clothes. Alex’s shirt was the first to go, you pushed it back over his shoulders and it hit his bedroom floor seconds after he closed the door.
Before it even hits the ground, Alex has managed to get your top off, and to be perfectly honest you’re glad to be rid of it now. He kisses you fiercely again as he undoes your bra, and he manages to find the zip of your skirt without pulling away and once that’s pooled by your feet, you’re left bare in front of him.
Something which Alex can’t stand an extra minute without taking a glimpse. When he pulls away he doesn’t shy away from looking at your body and it’s everything he’s dreamt of and more. He holds back a groan to tell you that, “You’re stunning.”
His gaze is too intense though. He didn’t even look you in your eye to tell you that, and it makes self consciousness slip back in. You begin to pick your arms up to at the very least cover your chest, but the singer catches you and stops you, “No,” He shakes his head, looking you in the eyes now, saying, “Don’t hide yourself away, you’re stunning.”
Somehow his hands manage to slip between your body and arms so when he pulls you back against him, you’re flush against his chest. He holds himself back from kissing you for just a second so he can swear, “I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.”
Again, the way he says it and the look in his eye has you believing and trusting him. So much so that you’re the one that grabs his jaw and pulls him down into another kiss.
Making out with him becomes more than passionate again. It’s like something else takes over the both of you. It’s not pretty or sincere, it’s lustful and fierce and it sets your skin on fire. You end up on his bed, him purposely hovering over you so you’re getting no relief, but that at least meant you were able to unzip his trousers, but that has Alex reaching a whole new level of desperation.
“Turn over and get on your knees.” He instructs you, pushing himself back up off the bed as he quickly grabs himself a condom from his drawer.
You can feel yourself throbbing now, the ache between your legs getting more intense when you’re positioning yourself how he wants you. Thank fuck there’s alcohol stopping you from overthinking because there’s no way you could do this sober, the embarrassment would eat you alive.
The anticipation is killing you, and hearing his trousers fall to the ground, presumably his boxers along with it has you wanting to whimper. You can practically feel him behind you, and when you hear the condom wrapper tear and then Alex’s soft grunt as he rolls the latex on, it makes you clench around nothing again. You’re desperate now, your desire for him is getting out of hand.
“You sure you want this sweet?” Alex asks, pumping himself a couple of times as if he’s not painfully hard already.
“Please.” You beg him, whining a little in anticipation. It’s a little pathetic of you to admit but you can’t stop yourself from continuing, “I need you.”
You can practically hear his smirk, “Need me?”
“Yes.” You tell him, and so he doesn’t make you say again you just add, “Please.”
Something excites you at the fact you’ve not yet seen how big he is. You don’t know what to expect, all you have to go off is the way you felt him through his trousers and you don’t think you’re going to be disappointed.
Feeling his hand run down your spine, you expect him to gather your hair or something, seeming like the type to want to pull on it, but instead he eases your shoulders down so your chest is against the duvet and it's just your arse is in the air for him. Without another moment to leave you wondering, you feel him grab your hips one second and the next the tip of Alex’s cock nudges your entrance which makes you gasp. But it's when he pushes forward between your legs letting him graze your clit too that has you whining for more.
Alex smirks hearing you, absolutely loving that he is the one having you react like this. The it’s him who is the one making you this desperate. He’s wanted nothing more for months than to fuck you, and he lines himself up because can’t waste another second.
You moan loudly into his duvet as he enters you and fills you to the brim. The sensation is eye watering. He feels so good. You don’t know why you’d waited all night to get it, you should have accepted the offer before you ever left your house.
He’s so much bigger than you thought. It’s a lot to accommodate to after a long time without any action, but you don’t quite know how you’re going to survive it. You just try your best to take a few long deep breaths in hope that you’ll relax a bit more and Alex seems to notice because he asks, “You okay, sweet?”
“Yes.” You nod, but your voice comes out pathetically weak, so you repeat yourself saying louder, “Yeah.”
“Good.” Alex takes a nice firm grip of your hips then, and he tells you, “Let me hear them noises you make.”
He pulls out a little then and thrusts back into you making you want to whine against the bedding again. But you hold them in until you can’t anymore. He’s deliriously good, his actions, his rhythm, the way his fingers dig into your skin, it's all so much but you can’t get enough.
Once Alex finds his fast but steady pace, you can’t control any of your reactions. It’s too much for you to mute the gasps and whines he’s drawing from you and you must admit that you like that. You’re glad everything feels good enough that you don't have to fake anything. He pulls you against him with each thrust and it makes you whimper.
You're gripping the sheets so hard you feel like you could tear them. And you know his grip on your hips will no doubt leave a bruise or two, but he feels so fucking good you don’t care. The angle makes you feel him so deep and he’s hitting the right spot over and over again and it’s making you see stars.
You think you’re doing well at not being too vocal, mostly because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good he is after being so cocky earlier. But then he opens his mouth and all of that goes out the window.
“Good girl.” He praises, squeezing your hips as he pulls you back to meet him that bit harder. He can’t help but watch as he disappears inside you over and over, and he groans at the sight and the feel of you, “Taking me so well Y/N.”
Unable to stop yourself, you moan loudly at that. And the sound itself had Alex following with a long, pleasured, “Fuck.”
“Harder, please.” You beg, knowing that a bit more pressure will have you finishing again sooner rather than later.
Alex doesn’t hesitate for a second, he does exactly what he’s asked and forces himself against you with that bit more intent and it has you clawing at the sheets. The noise of your skin connecting along with both of your moans is pornographic and it turns the both of you on even more.
Your skin has the fine shine of sweat coating it now, another tell tale sign that you’re getting closer to your climax. And with the way he keeps talking you up there’s no doubt that you think you’ll get there.
You bring your fingers up to your clit needing your release now and you groan, loving the way it’s adding to your pleasure. Alex, however, catches on and you only feel the bliss it brings you for a few seconds before it’s stolen from you.
Instead, you feel Alex pull your hand away and he secures it behind your back, holding it in place with his hand on your wrist.
Immediately, you beg, “No please. I-“
But Alex interrupts you, “I’ll make you cum, sweet, don’t worry. But I’ll be the one who decides when.”
“Fuck,” You scrunch your eyes tightly, the ache in your lower stomach and your throbbing clit is almost too much, “Alex, please.”
He can tell you're getting close, so he tells you, “Hold it.”
But that makes you beg even more, “Please I-“ but that has Alex wanting to edge you. He slows his thrusts right down almost to the point where he stops, “No! Don’t slow down.”
The singer takes no pity on you though, instead he leans down so his chest is against your back, enough for him to be able to whisper in your ear, “Don’t be greedy, you've already cum once.”
“But I- please Alex.” You whine, needing your release. You were so close and the now gentle slow thrusts have made it dissipate.
You want it to be back like it was, but Alex has other ideas. As he picks himself back up he warns you, “Take it or we stop.”
That makes you worse. You have to bury your head into the duvet for the minute he slows down. He’s loving dragging it out and teasing you, committing every moment to memory and he revels in it.
The way you’re mewling below him has him grinning, and he continues thrust slowly into you, he can’t help but tease, “Sound so needy for me now Y/N.”
It’s what he wants. He wants you desperate for him. So much that you’ll be happy with whatever it is he does give you, and the mere fact he’d brought you close once he knows it will make your orgasm all the more intense.
When he feels you getting more desperate and trying to back up into him, he gives in and asks, “What do you need, sweet?”
With half your face pressed into the bedding, you just about manage to get out, “You to fuck me harder.”
Alex squeezes your wrist that bit tighter to get you to continue, “And?”
“Play with my clit.” You beg pathetically but the singer doesn’t hesitate for a second.
With his free hand, he slides his hand over your thigh, between your legs once more and he finds your clit with ease. “Like this?” Alex cockily asks for confirmation, as if you aren’t already yelling out for him.
The way he starts fucking you hard again, each thrust hitting you exactly where you need him and that combined with him teasing your clit has you gasping for breath, “Oh fuck.”
It’s almost immediately that you feel your orgasm building again, this time so much more intensely. You can’t help but call his name as he ploughs into you over and over, “Alex!”
Clawing at the duvet isn't even working now. You’re being fucked so good it has you succumbing to every little desire and he keeps praising and saying filthy things to you as well which adds to everything tenfold.
“Can’t believe just how soaked you are for me.” Alex praises as he carries on stimulating your clit, feeling how drenched the tops of your thighs are from everything as well. He groans when he says, “Half want you to cum on my tongue again.”
“No, please,” You plead. You’re almost there now, you can’t have him changing things up again. You genuinely think you would cry if he did. “You feel good.”
“So do you.” Alex breathes heavily, punctuating each word with a thrust.
The volume in the room gets louder as your skin gets hotter. You can’t handle much more, you know you're almost there now and when Alex lets go of your wrist that he was still holding behind you back, and he reaches forward to grab your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using that as his leverage to pull you back into him. It has your back arching and your loud moan filling his bedroom.
“That’s it, sweet, can feel you’re close.” Alex praises, wanting you to give in now, “Let go for me.”
It only takes a few more thrusts from him until you’re seeing white and ecstasy takes over. You clench around him and Alex finds it difficult to fuck you through it, you feel so damn good and the sound of you reaching your climax has the singer finding his seconds later.
You’re not sure how long passes until you come back around. All you know is that when you finally do, your mouth is dry, your muscles ache and Alex’s grip on you is loosening. When he pulls out you whine and Alex utters a small apology, but you can’t bring yourself to move anywhere, you only do so when he goes to his ensuite to get rid of the condom.
When Alex wonders back into his bedroom, you’re just lying flat on his bed, still on your stomach. Now you’re just further up the bed and have your head on a pillow. He doesn’t blame you for resting, the whole thing took it out of him so he can imagine how much you’re aching.
Both of you are still out of breath when Alex lies himself down beside you, only he’s on his back and you’re still on your front. He can see that you have your eyes closed which he doesn’t exactly blame you for after that, but he also doesn’t want to call it a night just yet. Now he’s got a taste of you, he wants more.
“Are you alright, sweet?” Alex asks after about 5 minutes of you both catching your breaths.
You hum confirming you are, letting your lips twitch up a little before blinking your eyes open properly. He looks stupidly good, hair a little unruly and sweaty but also a little flushed and
Alex smiles a little, “You had fun?”
Despite having the best time with him, that embarasses you enough to not be able to verbally answer him. Instead you just nod into the pillow and give him a little hum again and you let your eyes fall closed again.
Sweet, is all Alex can think of the sight in front of him. You’re beyond sweet, it's almost sickly, he’s not used to it at all but because it’s you and you’ve been spiralling around his head for months he lets himself indulge.
After another minute of silently watching you, he almost chuckles when he points out, “This is the most quiet you've ever been.”
“Get out of my house right now.” You mumble into the pillow your face is squished against.
Alex laughs a little then, which you only realise why when he chuckles, “We came back to my flat.”
You open your eyes and look at him and his room around you and realise that you’re at a point now you’ve never been at before.
This gets your heart racing a little, what the fuck are you meant to do now? Do you awkwardly get yourself up and dressed to leave? Does he want you to stay? Do you just go to sleep now? You more than likely could as that was a workout in itself but does he want you to stay? But are you even supposed to stay?
You’re fairly certain that if it’s a one night thing you’re meant to leave? Hell, you even think that to maintain the boundary of friends or whatever the two of you are, once the benefits have ended, you’re meant to say thanks and bye and head your separate ways.
As you’re mulling all of this over, slowly getting more anxious about it, Alex feels like he can see the cogs turning in your head. You’re definitely overthinking something, probably having a hundred worries at once, so Alex opens his mouth ready to tell you to stop, but before he gets there, you ask him a question.
“So…” You feel so awkward asking, but you’d rather be told straight now than fumble over the predicament later, “Is this the part where you say it was a mistake and tell me to get out then?”
Alex almost laughs but he stops himself, before he shakes his head and tells you, “This is the part where you stop over-thinking and you let me make you cum again.”
Your eyes go a little wide at that. “You can go again that fast?”
The singer can’t help but chuckle at that being your initial reaction. He fucking loves the fact it wasn’t a rejection or a look of distaste on your face, just one of shock and curiosity.
“Can’t get enough of you, sweet.” Alex grins as he rolls onto his side so he can easily brush your hair behind your ear, before cupping the back of your neck. He whispers, “Come here” as he leans down and kisses you again.
And it was as easy as that for him to encourage you to ride his cock. Something which after you both got off with each other again, you definitely wanted just as much as him. You’re sure he’s not human because he keeps finding and unlocking all of these different things that you enjoy about being in bed with someone and he keeps using them to his full advantage.
Not that you’re complaining. You absolutely love it. And you can’t get enough of the feeling of his cock inside you.
Riding him feels different, and not in a bad way at all. You can still feel him just as deep inside you but it’s just a little more precise with where you want him. And god does he feel good.
One thing about it pissed you off though. You do all the work in the position and he’s just lying there, yes his hands are tight on your hips and you know you’re doing well because he’s moaning and groaning every time you roll your hips but you want more. You want him the way he was just before.
“Tell me I’m good.” You instruct with a pout, slowing down your movements just a little to give him more encouragement to do so.
However, this has him smirking, raising an eyebrow at you, “Oh, you want to be praised do you?”
He just knew that with the way you get anxious about things, you would definitely have a praise kink. And he can’t lie, he’s glad. He wants to see your reactions to his filthy compliments. Unfortunately for him though, you don’t see the amusing side.
“Just fucking talk to me like you did before Alex,” You snap almost because you didn’t even want to ask and you don’t want to be embarassed for asking when he should just act how he did before, “It’s fucking shit when the other person is silent.”
“Okay sweet, calm down.” Alex wants to laugh but he knows you’ll lose your temper at him if he does, so he does as he’s told, “Come on then, show me how good you can be for me.”
It has your hips moving as they just were again and Alex lets every little sound out of his mouth to try and encourage you. But when you start bouncing on his cock more he can’t help but praise you, whether you instructed him to or not, “You take me so well Y/N/N.”
You whimper at that, because you really fucking are. He’s big and you can feel him stretching you open every time you move, but it’s so much better than the last sexual experience you had however long ago now. You want exactly what he made you feel earlier and that only makes the urge you to carry on even stronger.
Alex can’t help but love the way you’re clawing at his lower stomach as you use him as leverage to move. You look so fucking good bouncing on his cock, your tits moving in time with you and the way your jaw falls open each time you bottom out on his has the singer wanting to bite on your swollen, wet lips even harder.
“Look at you go.” Alex grins, enjoying the feeling and sight of all at once, it makes it even harder to not burst into the condom there and then. He groans as he watches you roll and grind your hips on him before picking yourself back up and slamming your hips down again to meet his. “Riding me so good,” Alex groans loudly before adding, “Like you’ve been doing it for years.”
The praise almost makes shivers run down your spine, going directly to your core making you clench around him as you continue. His words light a familiar fire in you that's been dormant for a long time, to do better, to make him feel good - you’re certain you can get more out of him. Using your pelvic floor to your advantage, you clench tightly around him, making his eyes go wide and his grip tighten on your hips.
All you want is for him to think about you. You want to be good for him after he’s been so good to you, giving you two orgasms already. But you need to make sure you’re not easily forgettable, you want him to continue wanting you how he seemed to want you in the club. You want him to beg for you to be like this.
You love having him beneath you, entirely at your mercy with you controlling how it goes. The pleasure is too good to want to stop but you’re sure if you did you would hear pretty pleas and groans come from those swollen lips of his, begging for you to carry on. You haven’t felt this good in a long time, you’re soaking up the way the praise fuels your ego and makes you so much more confident.
This is how you want him to see you, not a nervous wreck every time he chats to you. If this is just for one night, you want him to remember you as the woman who made him lose his mind with want. The woman who gave him a good show that he will be thinking about for months and every time he sees you again.
The way Alex’s jaw drops and the groans he lets out as you ride him confidently makes you get into it more. You’re getting off at the sight and sound of him getting pleasure from you and it only makes you more sure of yourself. Especially when he starts losing his words over you.
“Oh fuck- sweet,” Alex groans loudly and breathlessly, “Fucking hell- fuck Y/N.”
Hearing him say your name like that, all whiney and desperate, feels like something you should be allowed to listen to on repeat in times of need just like this. You would love to see him like this all the time.
Rolling your hips with even more intent, you clench around him that bit tighter, enough for Alex to gasp and dig his nails into your skin, “Trying to make me cum, aren’t you?” He asks breathlessly, and when you just smirk down at him that bit breathless yourself, he can’t help but buck his hips up into yours as he tells you, “You feel so good Y/N/N.”
It goes on for another few minutes, Alex entirely spellbound watching you bounce on his cock, your tits almost begging to have his mouth on them as you tease them yourself, but he can only focus on clawing at your thighs and hips to make sure he doesn’t finish before you do. You’re worked up, Alex could see every single stage it progressed and how you got more confident in yourself when he started praising you, and he won’t stop, he just knows you’re growing tired.
“You getting tired, sweet?” Alex asks, not patronisingly at all, he just wants you to be honest.
You nod defeatedly, clearly not wanting to admit it even to yourself but definitely not to him. If he hadn’t already given you two orgasms, you’d have no trouble getting him and yourself off like this, but he’s made your legs weak one too many times already. There's only so much you can do and Alex knows you’ve definitely been trying to focus on his pleasure more than your own. So Alex decides to change that.
“Get yourself off, don’t worry about me. Focus on you.” Alex tells you as he grabs your hips, his thumbs pressing into where your hip meets your thigh, and pulls them down to solely grind against his own.
Your jaw falls open when he helps pull your hips forwards and your clit gets the attention it deserves. You close your eyes and moan at the sweet friction and the pleasure it builds inside you and lean forward even more, your hands resting over his heart to keep yourself up now and you can faintly feel the rhythmic beat under your palms.
“Just like that,” Alex smiles, his hands grasping your hips tightly to encourage you even more, “Good girl.”
You rock your hips against his over and over so your clit constantly hits his pubic bone and your jaw keeps dropping from the sheer intensity the pleasure is building with. White heat begins to pool at the bottom of your stomach and it grows with each passing second. You want more though, you need more of the man beneath you, so you put him to work.
Picking one of your hands up off his chest, you grab his wrist and demand, “Give me your hand.”
Alex doesn’t hesitate to let go of your hip and let you have control of him for a second, he must admit he’s a little curious what you were after. Surprise is not something the singer experiences often anymore, but when you move his hand up to wrap around your throat, Alex almost loses his composure because he’s so shocked.
“Oh,” The ‘fuck’ that Alex wanted to say he keeps to himself, and instead he teases, “You're not as innocent as you make out to be, sweet.”
Your eyes are dark as you backchat, “Never claimed I was anywhere near.”
It makes Alex tighten his grip on your neck, enough to have you moan and he feels the vibrations of it beneath his palm. It only spurs you on, grinding your hips against his with even more intent and it gets you so worked up you end up moaning loudly with every movement of your hips.
Alex fucking loves watching you get off and it’s him that’s the cause of your pleasure. He can feel you clenching and throbbing around him so he knows you’re getting closer to your high, and despite not feeling direct pleasure from you grinding your hips into him, the sight of you getting yourself off with his hand wrapped around your throat and you rutting against him could make him cum any second. You’re so fucking hot, it takes everything he has not to flip you over and fuck you until he’d be certain you couldn’t walk tomorrow.
Despite loving your pornographic cries, Alex moves his hand from around your neck and he traces your lips with his thumb before demanding, “Suck it, sweet.”
You do as you’re told, parting your lips and dipping your head so you take his thumb into your mouth and you suck on it. He presses down on your tongue enough to have your moans muted and he smirks when he teases, “Gotta keep that mouth of yours occupied so you don’t wake the neighbours.”
In another moment, you probably would have wanted to curl up into a ball and die at the thought of anyone but him hearing you and you probably would have scorned him for making you paranoid about it. But before your brain could even get there, the singer fucks up into you causing you to release long pleasure filled whines.
It goes on for another minute, and Alex knows you’re getting close, he can feel it and he can see the way the ecstasy inducing actions have you looking almost drunk. He’s going to make you cum a third time, and he’s very aware of it.
“You close?” He asks, not even needing a response because he knows you are.
Despite that, you nod confirming it for him, and he knows your answer before he even asks, “Need me to fuck you hard again, sweet?”
You whine and pull away from his thumb to say, “Please.”
“I got you, Y/N/N.” Alex promises as he lets his thumb trace your swollen lips before he drops his hand so his thumb can tease your clit.
“Shit Alex.” You gasp, needing that direct stimulation even more and it has you trying to bounce on his cock again.
You’re whiny and begging with everything you have other than your voice but you can’t stop, you’re so close, you just need that little bit more. You grab his wrist so he has to continue but your legs fail you miserably. You look to the man below you, those lust filled brown eyes meeting yours and you barely even have a chance to get out, “Al, please.” before he’s on the case.
In a swift movement, he rolls the both of you over, so your back is on the bed and he’s hovering above you. He quickly kisses you, just a quick intense one before pulling away, biting your lip as he does, and he asks, “You gunna cum on my cock, sweet?”
Nodding, you beg, “Please.”
Your nails are already digging into his shoulder blades and he feels them scratch down his back when he starts fucking into you with no remorse. His hips hit yours over and over and it makes pleasure burn through you. It’s constant, steady, endless and you only stay grounded when your fingers root through his hair and grasp it tightly when he kisses your neck.
His lips stay there, barely breaking contact from your skin even when he continues to praise you and tell you just how good you’re doing for him. But you lose your mind when he trails his hand down to your thigh and grabs it and pushes it higher, so he can fuck you deeper. It makes your world stop.
You don’t know what words fall from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you. All you know is that you’re loud and your body feels like it’s been electrified. White heat shoots through you and your nails scratch their way down his back and your other hand pulls harshly on his hair.
Alex is certain he’ll never forget the moment he made you cum for the third time. The way you scream his name, clench around him, and your nails dig into his skin is something he’ll remember forever. He’s obsessed with the way you lose yourself entirely, and after fucking into you a few more times he finishes himself and it’s the sweetest relief Alex thinks he’s maybe ever experienced.
The singer lifts his head, and you see that he looks all fucked out above you, and you’re certain you look the same. Alex can’t help but think you look so fucking stunning, all distant and dizzy and he will certainly take pride that he is the reason you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure. He’s so glad you agreed he could take you home.
Oh, what a night.
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A/N: Well then... Really hope you enjoyed part 2! Let me know what you fancy seeing happen in part 3, I have ideas but I'm curious where you all reading want it to go! Please let me know what you thought of this part, and I will get on with writing part 3 for you. Whilst you wait, please check out another AMAZING Alex fic called Constant Repeat by @alovesreading you’ll love it I have no doubt! And thank you again for reading x
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୨⎯ 𝐔𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⎯୧
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۵ Alex Turner x Reader
↳ Prompt: Your dad invites you to a dinner with a relatively new friend, Alex, and after a lot of unbearable sexual tension, Alex decides he has had enough and that he absolutely needs you.
↳ Warnings: light smut, Age gap, public sex
↳ Word count : 1.1k
A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts so i just wanted to get this out here and i’ll eventually get to your requests lol and this is not proof read and i haven’t touched this in a while idk if i even like it anymore.
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Admittedly, you wanted nothing more than to break off the plans you had with your father, but he seemed genuinely enthusiastic when he invited you to have dinner with his new friend Alex from work.
You couldn't bear making him upset by cancelling on him last minute.
Entering the restaurant, you immediately spot your dad and the back profile of his friend . You thanked him in your mind for choosing a spot near the entrance as you’d rather save yourself from the embarrassment of walking around the place like an idiot searching for them.
They didn't notice you approaching them until you were only a few feet away from them. Your dad gave you a warm smile and stood from his chair as he finally acknowledged you.
“Hey! Im glad you made it!” He greeted you, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Of course! how could I ever pass up an evening with you?” you smiled back.
You pulled away and turned to finally have a look at the man your father wanted you to meet.
You almost let your jaw drop at the sight of this man. He was intimidatingly attractive. His hair was pushed almost perfectly away from his face making his widow’s peak known and his facial hair was starting to grow out.
“Alex, this is my daughter.”your father said excitedly, sporting a smile.
He extended his hand to shake yours. “Nice to meet you.” he greeted.
You had to exert a considerable amount of control in order to not like your hand shake as you reached over to shake his.
“you as well” you tried to muster up a confident smile but it fell slightly when you noticed his eyes linger up and down your body, making chills wave throughout your body.
You tried so desperately to push that thought out of your mind as you went to take a seat next to your father.
“Oh you might not wanna take this seat, it has a pile of beans on it and I already told a waiter about it but they haven't come back to clean it yet.” your father alerted.
“oh”
“take the seat next to me, its clean I promise.” Alex joked, letting out a small laugh.
Your nerves instantly shot up, you already had trouble just shaking his hand. How were you supposed to sit next to him for a whole dinner?
You hesitated momentarily before accepting his offer.
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Your hand fisted the beige cloth of the table as Alex’s fingers grazed over your clothed cunt.
Your legs closed subconsciously, locking his hand right in between your thighs. You looked over at him and he only gave a slight smile as he continued to 'listen' to your dads story.
Your dad being so engrossed in his story, never even detected the way that his friends hand never left the thigh of his daughter throughout the whole night.
Or that you’d been palming Alex through his pants.
Your lips pursed in an attempt to contain all the potential noises that were dying to spill out of you, and Alex was just so eager to hear them.
His fingers never stoped moving even after being tightly clamped between your legs. You were dripping, all the playful taps his foot would give you, the lingering stares, the times where is hand would ‘accidentally’ brush against your thigh, had you lusting for more.
You were so grateful that the table was high enough so that your dad wouldn't get suspicious.
His hand slipped into the leg hole of your loose shorts and his fingers rubbed your clit against your panties.
Involuntarily, a whine escaped your mouth.
Your dad paused his story, a worried cast plastered on his face.
“are you okay y/n?”
“yeah yeah i’m fine just.. cramps.” you lied.
“oh i’m sorry honey, i wish i had some pain killers for you. ” he frowned.
You shifted in your seat slightly, still even while your father was talking to you, Alex never stopped rubbing circles on your clit.
“i think i uh, have some advil in my car, ima go get that.” you said, turning to face Alex momentarily, hoping he’d get the hint and revoke his hand from your shorts.
Which he did promptly.
You stood up and made your way to the entrance of the restaurant. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t secretly hoping that Alex would come up with a lie as well and follow you to the car.
Just as you were about to go through the door, you turned back, hoping to see Alex following behind you.
But, you were let down as you noticed Alex getting back to conversing with your father. You knew it was a stupid thing to hold out hope for, but still it didn't stop disappointment from wearing your face.
Your father noticed you glancing at them and gave you a smile. Which you of course, returned. Your smiled faded just as fast as your turned to walk away.
Disappointed, you really considered getting in your car and driving away while texting your dad some excuse on why you left.
A frown was plastered on your face as you slipped into your car, and turned in the engine.
You almost changed gears before you heard taps at your passenger window.
You jumped slightly before turning to realize that it was Alex. Your once faded smile reappeared again.
You wasted no time in unlocking the door.
“Hey there, you weren’t thinking of leaving right?” he inquired.
“oh.. uh no of course not.”
“funny, could’ve sworn that i saw you about to step on the gas.” he smirked.
“okay fine, i was.”
A look of worry suddenly appeared on his face “was it me? was it what we were doing?”
“no no it wasn’t that its just..” you hesitated. You weren’t sure how you felt about letting a man you’ve known for 3 hours max that you wanted him to follow you to your car.
“oh i get it, you wanted me to follow you. didn’t you?” he smirked.
You couldn’t help but smile at his cockiness. His lips curled tightly as he leaned in towards you. His lips felt better than you could have ever imagined.
“You’re such a fucking slut. Letting me touch you like that back there. Anyone could’ve been able to see me touching you like the whore you really are.”
His arm snaked sprung your waist pulling you into his lap. You, almost instinctively, began go grip your hips against his.
“look at you. God you were fucking soaking earlier.”
He held up his digits to you, showing off the semi-dry glisten that you knew was from your cunt earlier.
You watched intensely as his fingers entered and left his mouth with a pop.
A pink tint appeared across your face, making his cock even more erect than before. He loved how the smallest things had the biggest reactions from you.
You hummed as your began to kiss his neck lightly, almost catching him by surprise.
"You're a fucking gem. If I would've know how fucking needy you were I would've taken you in the bathroom much.. much earlier." His momentary pause was due to your tongue stroking that spot that was just right.
“let’s go to the back seat shall we? I'm dying to taste you again.”
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Alex Turner x Fem!Reader
Warnings: dom alex/sub reader, hand kink, fingering, choking, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, literally just pure smut
You always adored his hands. The way his elegant, nimble fingers danced so beautifully across the strings of his guitar. They were long and graceful, you couldn't help yourself from being mesmerized by him.
You'd only been casually dating for a month now but he was truly something else. The man had you wrapped around his beautiful fingers from the moment you locked eyes. He was the most attractive man you'd ever met and his charm was incomparable to any other, you adored his plethora of little nicknames for you and his many romantic gestures.
It was safe to say you were infatuated with each other. Regardless of this, you still were a little shy- embarrassed even- when talking about sexual topics. Of course he loved to see you flustered, getting a rise out of your was his favorite. Your little pink cheeks and wide eyes- god it fucking killed him every time. Nothing made him crazier then seeing you flushed and whimpering.
You'd imagine his surprise when he began to notice your attraction to his hands. He saw the way your eyes lingered on them a little longer than they should, how your legs pressed together ever so slightly when he played guitar for you, and, oh how you loved holding and touching his hands, lightly running your fingertips across his rings and tracing the veins of his arm.
And so, he tortured you. Sly little touches plagued you every chance he got, he did everything to rile you up. Wrapping his arms around you in public, making sure you felt his grip on your waist. Alex was a possessive lover. Seeing his effect on you drove him insane, an effect that only he could have of course.
On this particular day you knew Alex and the boys would be working late, so you decided you'd do something nice. You'd spent the whole day crafting the perfect macaroon recipe until they were just right, and excitedly brought them down to the studio as a fun surprise for everyone.
Your little sundress swished with each step as you pushed the door open, carrying the little basket of baked goods. Jamie was the first to spot you. "Hey little lady! Whatcha got there?", he nodded curiously. "Just a little something for you guys, Alex told me it was gonna be a long one soooo-", you pulled out one of your little treats. His face lit up as you tossed him the basket, "You're the best Y/N".
You giggled before turning to the rest of the group, noticing Alex fiddling with his guitar. Your face heated up a bit, seeing him play always did something to you that you could not explain. He lifted his head, locking eyes with you from across the room. His demeanor seemed off. He was tense, his eyes raked across your form and you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. You flashed him a light smile and waved through the window, his jaw tightened before he returned to playing. You brushed it off as inappropriate timing and left it at that, assuring everyone that you'd see them later before hurrying back home as to not disrupt any longer.
Only a few hours had passed before you heard the front door swing open and shut. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, making a beeline for your room. You glanced up towards the door and saw his dark silhouette outlining the frame. Rubbing your eyes, you whispered, "Alex?". Soft moonlight peered through the curtains, illuminating your skin as you lay under the covers.
You crawled out of bed, making your way around to meet him. His face was nearly impossible to read, eyes darting all over your features. A small nightdress hung loosely from your shoulders, cutting off around the apex of your thighs, your hair was somewhat messy and your lips were parted ever so slightly.
He didn't say anything, instead he just approached you like he was on a mission. His hands moved to toy with the hem of your gown, knuckles brushing against your thighs. "Do you enjoy disrupting me at work, love?", he questioned, his voice low. "N-No! of course not-" you stutter, embarrassment stinging your cheeks. "Ogling me at work like I wouldn't notice", he turned away, moving towards the bed. You shuffle after him, "Alex I-". "You what?", he tests, turning back to look down at you.
Your face is beyond red now, you had no clue what to say. He places his hand under your chin. His fingertips traced your jaw, angling your face to his own. The contact made you shudder, the span of his palm cradled most of your face. His eyes flicked between yours and your lips. The rugged pad of his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip, leaving you even more flustered. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear before tangling his hand in it and pulling your face up to meet his in a desperate kiss.
He sits back on the bed, pulling you into his lap as his hands travel beneath your nightdress, pulling it over your head and leaving no curve untouched or unkissed. He runs his palm over the curve of your ass, squeezing the flesh and spinning you around. His hands hold you tight, pulling your back firm against his chest and into his lap. His large hands grasped your breasts as you squirmed and wiggled against him. "Such a needy little thing", he whispered into the crook of your neck.
One of his hands trailed down your stomach and to your thighs, peeling them apart. His fingertips traced light patterns into your inner thigh as he taunted you. "Silly girl", he grumbled, "distracting me at work in your little dress". You were breathless, each moment his hands inched closer to your hot core, "just begging for me to touch you".
You lean flush against his chest as he spread you open wider, feeling beyond exposed in contrast to him being fully dressed. His hand snaked between your thighs, skilled fingers rubbing your clothed center. You rut your hips out against him, desperate for more friction. "I've seen you watch me play..", he whispered almost as if he was sharing a secret. His fingertips stroked your covered hole, admiring the wet patch forming on your panties. "Is this what you wanted doll?", he continued, "You want me to play with you instead?". You bit your lip and nodded frantically, painting a devilish smirk across his lips.
He hooked the delicate material of your panties, pulling them to the side. You could hardly breathe without choking on the tension. He ran his nimble digit through your folds. "So fucking wet already", he smirked, "and I've barely touched you, darling". He circled your clit lazily, not enough to satisfy you, but applying just enough pressure to leave you exasperated. You whined, completely at his mercy. "What's wrong love?", he teased, "frustrated?".
"Well I bet now you can imagine how I felt when you walked into the studio today", he whispered, his husky voice cutting you like a knife. His breath was hot against your neck, warm lips attaching to the sensitive skin as he spoke. "Oh how I wanted to take you right there, in front of all of 'em", his hand's movements quickened in pace, making your breath catch in your throat. "Thinkin' about how I would bend you over the fuckin' console-", he groaned in your ear, "and fuck you till you're screamin'". He chuckled darkly, "we'd probably make a damn good record".
You glanced up at him weakly, your eyes clouded with desire and mind hazy. You let out a surprised squeak when his middle finger breeched your entrance. "Fuck- you're tight", he gasped, dragging the digit in and out of you slowly. "But I think you can take more than that", he declared, his tone laced with lustful venom. He added his ring finger, and the slight stretch burned deliciously, causing your head to loll back on his shoulder.
You rocked your hips against his hand, soft whimpers dripping from your lips. He sought out that one spot in you that made you see stars and boy did he know when he found it. The pads of his fingers nudged your spongey g spot, making your whole body jerk forward. Your back arched off his chest but he was quick to wrap his arm around you, holding you right where he wanted you. "There it is..", his voice is almost patronizing, making you feel small and under his control. His long fingers curled up, stroking relentlessly as a knot began to form in your lower abdomen. "Look at yourself sweetheart", he muttered hoarsely, "I want you to watch while I fuck you with my hand". The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you consumed your senses. His words alone were bringing you to your release, but his ministrations are ultimately what made you snap. With the curl of his fingers you were spasming against him, your legs shaking weakly sprawled out on the bed. "Good girl", he gasped, holding you to his chest as you rode out your high.
He flipped you over and you sunk into the bed, your back pressed against the mattress as he towered over you. His large hands ran across the span of your body. His fingertips trailed from your calves, down your thighs and up your waist, until his hands were kneading your breasts. You squirmed under his touch, the sensation was overwhelming as lingering ecstasy still pricked your nerves. He brushed the pad of his thumb across you sensitive nipple making you whine. "Pretty sounds", he murmured, "so pretty". His mouth found its place at your other nipple, nipping and sucking on the supple flesh. His free hand plunged between your legs, his calloused thumb rubbing rough, tight circles on your clit. You arched up against his chest as you whimpered desperately, "Alex please-". He loved to hear you beg. "Please what, darling?", he pressed. Of course his perfect girl always knew just what to say- "please fuck me Alex"
He practically tore his shirt from his chest. Each curve of him looked like a sculpture, designed and created just for you. You felt yourself clench around nothing as he freed himself of his pants, his size always made your breath hitch in your throat. He was long and thick, light veins decorated the span of his shaft, leading up to his weeping tip. He lined up with your entrance, pumping himself in his hand a few times before running his head through your folds.
He sunk himself into you slowly, relishing in the way your tight walls gripped his length. You felt so full you could nearly explode, like he was splitting you in two. He pulls himself from you nearly completely, before rolling his hips into yours, snapping up sharply to meet you. You feel him brush against your cervix, and a broken moan ripped itself from your chest.
His head falls back with a groan. He was iridescent, the light beading of sweat on his bare chest making him glow in the dim light. He grasped your chin directing you to meet his gaze, his eyes were dark and the intensity of them made you shrink. He brought his face closer to yours, studying every micro expression that flashed across the span of your face.
He doesn't waste much time picking up an aggressive pace, you felt your mind going numb with each passing moment. He palmed your breasts, pulling your body to meet him with each thrust. "S' good", you babbled softly, only spurring him on. He lays propped up above you, the stiff peaks of your breasts brushing his chest in tandem with his harsh movements.
He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. This earned a desperate whimper from you, "Oh you like that don't you?", he whispered, "I thought you would".
He removed his hand from your throat, but its absence was short lived when he shoved two of his long fingers past your lips. You sucked eagerly, almost as if on impulse. The idea of his hands all over you, even in your mouth, made you clench around him. "Fuck-", he breathed, biting the inside of his cheek as his thrusts faltered, "such a good fuckin' cunt". You were drooling all over yourself and his hands, "such a pretty little mess, 'eh?".
He removed his hand, now slick with your salvia, dipping back down to your swollen, needy clit. You cried out, incoherent sentences pouring from your lips. He knew you were close, just teetering on the edge of oblivion. "Come on, sweetheart", he groans, "let go for me".
He curses your name as your cunt clamps around him, a deep moan escapes his chest as his thrusts stutter. Your tense muscles milk his cock almost instantly. Hot ropes of release paint your walls, making you feel impossibly more full.
He crashes into you, his face buried into your chest as his arms wrap around your waist tightly. Your hearts are beating fast as you try to catch your breaths. He looks up and smiles,
"You should come by more often."
Oml its been ages since I've posted. I went back and forth on so many prompts and tossed so much shit out of indecision, but I finally finished one. It's not my best work, but it'll do and I just wanted to get something out. Again, this is another late night write and its not proofread, so it prob is littered with mistakes and I will likely end up editing later. Love ya'll, thanks for reading ❤️
#alex turner#arctic monkeys#alex turner fanfic#alex turner one shot#alex turner sexy#alex turner smut#alex turner gif#the car#the last shadow puppets#fanfic#smut#oneshot#smut oneshot#one shot#female reader#fem!reader#x reader#am arctic monkeys#choking#hands kink#alex turner x y/n#alex turner x reader
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i swear to jesus, his mother and all the angels in fecking heaven if ONE more alex turner x reader oneshot comes up on my feed i'm going to go BALLISTIC. that man does not need me, he needs a lad sculpted by the gods with incredible guitar skills to throw him around till the sun comes up. preferably by the name of miles kane.
#the perils of following the alex turner tag#im not your target audience babes. ive got an otherworldly obsession with bands and their homoerotic tendancies.#FORGET ME GIVE HIM TO MILES#i wouldnt know what to bloody do with him!#so youre telling me if you were alone in a room with that man you wouldnt just stare at him like something in a museum and idk.#maybe ask him a few very important questions about a few very interesting songs like catapult and the jewellers hands and golden trunks??#anyway#milex forever#milex#alex turner
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just some lover pt.2
coming soon
alex turner x reader (series)
“i’ve been trying to figure out exactly what it is i need, called up to listen to the voice of reason and got the answering machine”
#i need to stop calling things oneshots that are clearly not#alex turner#alex turner x reader#arctic monkeys#humbug#alex turner fluff#alex turner one shot#suck it and see#tlsp
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