#alex turner x famous reader
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Sugar 2
/alex turner x fem!reader
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PART ONE
Pairing: the car!alex turner x fem!reader
Summery: the cute evening with Al turned into something more
Warnings: age gap (Alex 37 and reader 25), soft!dom Alex, clit play, spanking, praising kink, fingering (f receiving), p in w, fem nicknames (sugar, darling, pretty girl, baby, good girl) choking, ruined orgasm, blow job, unprotected sex, cream pie, aftercare
Word count: 2.2k
ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE
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"Couldn't stop thinking about you all day, darling."
I yelped as he smacked my ass, the burning sensation swiftly smoothed by the hand. "Alex!"
He chuckled not even bothered by my weight on his shoulder and continued caressing my ass. I huffed at his cockiness but that was quickly replaced by another yelp as his hand landed on me again.
I rolled my eyes and realised we were almost in our bedroom. In that moment I got an idea. I giggled and outstretched my hand. "What-" I interrupted him by my hand landing on his ass. He gasped but suddenly I was thrown on our bed. I looked up at Alex with a smirk on my lips. "What?" I asked innocently and fluttered my lashes on him. He raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips. I didn't even realise I was biting my bottom lip until he broke the tension in the room.
"Playing innocent?" He titled his head slightly and shifted his weight to one leg.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I smiled at him. I'm playing with fire, he will teach me how to behave later and I can't wait for the lesson.
I raised my leg and rested it right above the tent of his trousers. He looked down and then back at me, few brown locks of his hair fell into his face. Slowly I moved the leg lower and started rubbing against him while holding eye contact with him the whole time.
The fire in his eyes grew and I continued my teasing game. I could feel him harden below my foot but before I could say something about it, he slapped the leg away, bend down and turned my body on the bed. All I could do is gasp. He had already lifted my, well his white button up to reveal my ass covered in baby pink lace panties.
"So naughty, hm?" I could hear the smirk in his husky voice, he stroked my cheeks, kneading them with his big hands. I sucked in a sharp breath, my right asscheek was starting to hurt from the earliest slaps. "I asked you a question, love." He said with another smack against the skin. I made a noise which sounded like something between whine, moan and yelp and nodded. He chuckled and caressed me again. "Words, sugar."
I received another one. "Yes!" I moaned out the so wanted answer.
"Good girl." He praised me causing my walls to clench around nothing, I could feel my panties getting soaked. He leaned down and kissed the red and burning spots. I buried my face into the mattress and sucked a sharp breath in my lungs. "Sensitive, hm?"
"Yes." I whispered and bit my bottom lip. Suddenly he touched the wet spot between my legs with his thumb. I gasped but pushed against his finger. “Please."
He chuckled. "You think you deserve it?" He started slowly rubbing the wetness, moving lower to my clit. That made me whine loudly.
"Please, Alex." I whined again when he added more pressure and started rubbing quick cycles on it.
"Answer." He said firmly. I arched my back and pushed into his hand more.
"I do. I've been waiting for you all day and I made you cookies." I said, every now and then whimpering. I gathered the white sheets beneath me with my hands. "Please."
He chuckled and smacked my left cheek with his free hand. "Well, when you're asking so nicely."
Before I could beg more he pulled my ass in the air and slid my panties down my thighs just above my knees.
I could feel his stare on my bare pussy, the juices leaking down my lags. "Such a pretty view." He whispered lowly. His voice full of lust making me shiver and clench around nothing.
"Alex please." I rub my thighs against each other trying to get some relief.
He chuckled behind me and placed his palms on my asscheeks, squeezing them. I bucked back into his hands and whined.
His fingers slowly slid lower and lower until he was where I wanted and needed him. He spread my fold and I gasped when he blew air onto me. "Alex!"
He laughed again before sliding two finger between my fold, gathering the wetness and pulling away.
I sighted in frustration but was interrupted by a licking sound and Alex humming. "What-" I looked over my shoulder and saw Alex's fingers in his mouth. The walls of my insides clenched around nothing and the wetness ran down my lags yet again.
He looked angelic. His hair messy, eyes closed, lashes touching his rosy cheeks, lips wrapped around the fingers. Pure pleasure written all over his face.
I moaned which made him open his eyes. The eye contact was so intense and full of lust I bit into my bottom lip, Alex's dark eyes drifted to it and before I could say anything he grabbed me by my jaw and kissed me.
It wasn't sweet and cute like when he came home. No. It was want and neediness. I deepened it and opened my mouth, touching his lips by my tongue as a request for him to open his. He did and slid his tongue into my mouth, we fought for dominance, even though we both knew he is going to win.
He pulled away too soon, touching my forehead with his and panting. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath as well but was surprised by the now wet fingers quickly sliding into me.
I gasped and he pulled away, his hand sliding to the back of my head and burring me into the sheets. Alex slowly pulled almost all the way out before shoving into me again and deeper. I moaned his name loudly but was muffled by the sheets as he punched me more into it.
He continued to slide in and out, drawing loud moans and needy whines out of me. He occasionally slowed down to almost stoping making me beg. The room was full of wet sounds, my whines and Alex's praising. The pleasure I was feeling in my whole body started to be too much, the knot in my stomach tightening. "Aly! I'm gonna cum!" I screamed.
He moved his hand and wrapped it around my neck, squeezing me just right. I was almost there but just as I was about to finish he stoped everything and pulled away. My body shook as I groaned, sniffled and screamed, babbling things that weren't making sense. "No, no, no! Alex, please- I-"
He chuckled and smacked my red cheek again.
"You- you said that-"
"That was for the slap you gave me." I heard him stand up rustling with something. "Sit up." He ordered. I pulled my self up onto my knees before turning around and sitting on the edge of our bed. I looked up at him with my best puppy eyes I could do, my cheeks probably red as apples and glossed with tears.
He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek, wiping the tears away. "So pretty." He smiled at me. He pulled down his already unzipped trousers, I helped him pull them down past his knees before sliding my palms back up to his black boxers. I bit my lip when I saw the outline of his cock. I took him out and almost moaned. He was big and thick with a vein going all the way up from the bottom to the pinky head. Even though I saw and took him multiple times it will always make me nervous.
I looked him in the eyes asking for permission. "Go on, pretty girl."
That was all I needed before taking him in my hand. He twitched and the pre cum dripped down his length. I started to stroke him and spreading the wetness, brushing my thumb agains his tip and squeezing him every time nearing it.
Alex was releasing breath groans and small moans. He put his hands at the back of my head and pulled me to him. "Need your mouth." Was all he said.
I smiled at him while holding eye contact and opened my mouth, slowly lowering my head until he was touching me. I took the tip in and sucked onto him. He groaned and pushed ma head until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag. "So warm, baby." He threw his head back moaning out loud my name. "So good."
I started moving my mead, slowly speeding up. I stroke the rest of him that didn’t fit into my mouth, squeezing him and playing with his balls. He pulled onto my hair which made me moan. He started bucking his hips back into me, hitting the back of my throat. He let out more whimpers and praises. There was starting to form a wet patch underneath me and saliva running down my chin.
"Fuck! You're so good, such a good girl." He rasped out, the end of the sentence turned into another high pitched moan. I clenched my thighs trying to get some kind of release.
I felt him twitch agains my tongue meaning he is close. I bumped my head faster and took him even deeper. I don't care I can barely breath, I want him to cum, I want to taste him.
Without another warning the hot drops of his cum shoot into me. The taste and sounds of his the only thing I can focus on. I continued my movements until he stoped me. I released him from my warmth with a pop and saliva connecting us.
He sighed and took my jaw. "Open up." I obeyed and sticked out my tongue covered in the liquid. He smirked and stroked my red cheek. "Swallow." Were his next commands. I did as he said, looking into his eyes the whole time. I opened again to show him, hoping he will reward me. “Good girl.” He nodded and squeezed my cheeks.
“I think you deserve it now.”
I nodded, desperately wanting him inside me already, needing him. “Please.” My voice was hoarse from earlier activities.
He bend down to be face to face with me and took my neck into his hand again. His lips crushed into mine, both of us moaning, our tongues fighting yet again. He pushed me onto my back and got on top of me. My hand flew into his brown locks, pulling onto them.
We moved back until I was resting on the fluffy pillows. Alex squeezed the sides of my neck, drawing a whine out of me. Unfortunately he pulled away and moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, trying to leave new mark. The last ones were already fading.
I gasped when his teeth sank into me. The sensation becoming overpowering but in a pleasing way.
Another gasp left me when I felt the head of his cock sliding between me folds, gathering wetness before going to the entrance. He looked at me silently asking me, I nodded and he finally slid in.
His thickness stretching me out even after I took him countless times. I will never get used to him and I’m loving it. When he was finally in I was feeling full and completed. He waited a minute before pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in and even deeper.
As he was moving and letting his beautiful sounds out into the crook of my neck, I was releasing my on. The room was full of cries of pleasure and wet noises.
“Taking me so well, sugar. So good for me, as always.” He rasped out and kissed me hard, pouring his love into it and I tried my best to return it. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, holding me close.
I started feeling the familiar feeling and pressed him by my legs just above his ass, trying to make him go faster and deeper. He understood and did as I desired, moved his hand between our bodies and touching my center. He started massaging me and before I knew it was tripping over the edge. “I’m cummin-“
“Me too, baby. Me too.” Was all he said before filling me up with loud groan.
He laid on top of me as we panted, trying to catch our breathes and holding each other in our arms.
“You did so good, my love.” He broke the silence and kissed my cheeks and forehead. “I love you.”
I smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “I love you too, handsome.”
He placed a soft kiss on his on my lips before pulling out and getting up. His cum dripping out of me and on the sheets. He disappeared into a bathroom that is connected to the bedroom. I undressed myself completely and when he came back he was holding a wet towel. He got between my legs and cleaned me and then tucked me in the bed, placing another kiss on my face.
He left to clean himself too and came back in new pair of underwear before sliding into the bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me as close as possible and burring his face in my hair.
I hid myself in his chest, letting his warmth and scent swallow me.
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A/N: first time writing smut in English so I hope it’s readable😐 please let me know if you find any mistakes or anything!
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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 : alex turner x fem! reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : y/n is a famous actress dating a famous singer, alex turner. with their busy and conflicting schedules it’s hard to find time to spend together - yet they somehow always make time.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 anon x
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iamy/n: It’s me, hi, i’m the problem it’s me.. and my best friend! A film I had the pleasure of working on.. is out now!! Please watch it!! To celebrate such a beautiful moment (tay’s new song is in the film!! 😱) we exchanged the best of gifts and had a marvelous time ruining everything. ps. this was also a late bday party 🎉
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y/ntaylorsversion: sleeping on the highway tonight
matthelders: two legends in Hollywood
blakelively: sooo fairytale-esque!
honeymoon: watching it as I’m typing this 💫
alexandy/n: jaw: on the floor
jackantonoff: my partner is on this app, please!
gigihadid: happy late late birthday my queen
oliviarodrigo: omg my parents omg congratulations!! 💜🤍
myleshendrik: you better go to a party soon so we can take cools pics together (aka I miss you)
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iamnoty/n: booked & busy since ‘97. rundown of the month!
i had the pleasure of annoying the guys during their magazine shoot (they really said: 🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻) anyway, they got revenge a few weeks later by showing up on set of my upcoming film!! it was all fun and games until they took the snacks from my trailer.
although al and i have pretty busy schedules, we still make time for one another! a recent example would be about a week or two ago, we went to dinner and when my feet started to hurt from my heels.. he took them and held them until i could put them away. don’t worry, I wasn’t walking barefoot, I had an extra pair of comfy shoes. he’s a real gentleman, with a bit of sas mixed in.. my perfect match!!
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ilovealex: She said “karma is my boyfriend”
matthelders: Sweets for the win. Had to get you back for mimicking our poses! 💙
babygirlalex: Y/n please tell me you take bereals of our man PLEASE GIRL PLEASE
iamy/n: haha! i do, i do. he kinda gets it now but at first i made him take the picture without telling him how it worked. babe. when i tell you it looked like an old man’s Facebook profile picture. it was not great but it was soo funny!! 😭😭
mileskane: so you can pick up the phone when it’s 1997 but not now? I see how it is
iamy/n: oh my god shut up lmao i’ll call you back in a minute!! be patient !! 🙄
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AM ERA! (smau)
— ALEX TURNER
arabella series
pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader
summary: some iconic and memorable moments on social media during the am era.
timeline: 2014
note: to clear up any confusion, the song arabella in this universe/series is based on a movie y/n did. + and also this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶
masterlist!
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yourinstagram she’s got a barbarella silver swimsuit … 🪽
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username THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING ‼️
username doing cartwheels across the highway- 🤸♀️ why are they so attractive
username mom and dad looks so hot
breanahelders looking beautiful wifey 😙
yourinstagram got it from you <3
elizabetholsenofficial because i love waking up in the morning getting hit by visuals 😩
username lizzie is so real for that
username mother
username alex looks so fucking good i wanna jump off a cliff
username the fact that y/n didn’t know arabella was about her until a fan told her during a comic con panel will forever not be iconic
username lmao even the mcu cast was shocked that she didn’t know 😭
username had to replay that funny moment between y/n and scarlett where scar almost had a whiplash bc y/n had no idea
username our baby is so clueless it’s so cute
mileskane who’s that sexy cinnamon bun on the left? 😏
yourinstagram definitely not your man
username IM CACKLING SO LOUD
username pls y/n is so savage i love her
mileskane and you’re claiming him as your man?
username ohh dramaaaaa
yourinstagram and what if i did? 👀
username GASP- does this mean that alex and y/n are dating?!!!
mileskane it’s okay luv it’s just a phase it will go away ❤️
username hahaahahahahah miles
username i’m crying this is too funny
katiee_cook_ this comment section is so funny me and jamie are dying from laughter
yourinstagram mileskane unfortunately it is not just a phase 🥲
username wait y/n does this mean you and al are together?!! hello??
username girl you can’t just leave us hanging like that 😭😭 we NEED TO KNOW
username wait so arabella is actually about her?
yourbestfriend those of you who haven’t watched arabella clearly shows
username fr the song doesn’t even make sense if you haven’t watched the movie
username CAN SOMEONE PLS CONFIRM IF THEY’RE DATING??
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enews to answer the question on y/n’s famous instagram post… the answer is YES! (📷: unknown)
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username mileskane has been real quiet ever since enews posted
username i’m fine (i’m not)
username now who leaked these pictures of me and my man? 🤫
yourinstagram first miles and now i have to fight my way through fans 😭 this is a battle
mileskane yeah username get in line 🙄
username speaking of the devil… hi miles!!
username and he has arrived!!
username good luck dealing with seventeen year old girlies who want you dead 🥲
username bro what is marvel doing here liking this post i’m cackling
marvel don’t blame us we were just as curious as you folks 🙈
username alex could do better than this pretentious hollywood whore
username who are you calling a whore???!
yourbestfriend say that again i dare you bitch
breanahelders if you don’t have anything nice to say then keep it to yourself.
officialelizabetholsen jealousy doesn’t suit you honey. keep that energy elsewhere and let us celebrate this beautiful couple ✨
mileskane yourinstagram do i need to kill someone? just say the word love
username username the gang coming at your bitch
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yourinstagram okay… this is the last one i promise 🤭
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username queen we don’t mind post all you want
username THE HAND REPLACEMENT ALEX
username bi panic
katiee_cook_ obsessed 😍
yourinstagram with you 😙
username the way this music video has a chokehold on me-
youtube the visuals, artistry, lyrics, aesthetics, cinematography is just *chef kiss* ✨✨✨
username even youtube is speaking facts
officialelizabetholsen gorgeous gorgeous 💗 we miss you on set, babe!
yourinstagram miss you more, bug!! 🎀
username a match made in heaven
mileskane we get it you guys are couple goals 🙄
matthelders here we go again 🤦🏻
yourinstagram do i complain when you get to have him all by yourself on stage?
mileskane that doesn’t count!
yourinstagram you’re such a drama queen
username their dynamic i love them sm
username miles and y/n fighting over alex is so real bc same
username yourinstagram how does it feel to be a rockstar’s gf 😩 how does it feel to live our dream
yourinstagram it feels amazing 🙈💗
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Three makes the dream
Chris Evans x reader x Henry Cavill
Not my gifs, credits to the makers!
Part 1🔥💜🦋
Summary: When Chris talked to Henry about your little fantasy but ignored the both of them with an attitude since you were working, has a lot of consequents
Warnings: curse words, in the beginning Chris bullies you a little, humiliating, sensations of dread, a lot of intimidation, feelings of embarrassment, manhandling, darkchris, dark Henry, mocking, chocking, crying, powerplay, size kink, overpowering you, being under control, a lot of praising, love bombing?, magic wand, overstimulation, throat fucking, throat bulge, jerking himself off in your throat, multiple creampies, breeding kink,, daddy kink, pet names, feeling very little and submissive, dom/sub dynamic, threesome, No condom use ( Zon’t zo it) , bit of spit and probably more things, mentions of collapsing. Crying during sex from too much pain and pleasure.
Words: 6K
A/n it's finally here and i'm not even sorry about this. Have fun and please do read the warnings!
MDNI
Three makes the dream
You were currently working at a festival as a photographer. You also did the designs for the festival and that was kind of how you became their photographer in the first place. There were a lot of famous people attending the festival and a lot of famous musicians would walk up the stage. The VIP section for most actors was above the stage where Chris, your boyfriend was talking to the one and only Henry Cavill as you stood opposite and underneath the VIP section, making photo’s.
You and Chris talked about what had happened that night and your little fantasy of getting fucked by Chris AND Henry. What you didn’t know was that Chris already talked to Henry about it and they currently were whispering their ideas to each other as they were looking at you.
You already noticed and felt like you could die on the spot from embarrassment. Your cheeks heated up as you noticed the dangerous looks of Chris and Henry, given to you. At this point you were just trying to do your job and hoped that they wouldn’t be a further distraction to you.
The end was almost in view as the last band stepped on the podium, the Arctic Monkeys, who you were a fan of. You luckily bumped into Alex Turner earlier and quickly took a picture with the famous singer.
Chris spotted everywhere you stood, keeping an eye out for you. As the band played some songs and you photographed further, you also noticed the smirks on the boys. You felt completely flustered and their looks had you locked in a choke hold. You were so flustered that you lost your talent for photographing and to be honest, it pissed you a little off. It was fun and all but not when you were working and you made sure to tell Chris later.
Their glances burned on your skin as you got more and more irritated. You looked up at Chris, visibly noticeable that you were not happy with it at the moment, glancing irritated at him. He raised his eyebrow in surprise and disagreement, just like Henry, both not liking your attitude right now but you couldn’t care less. You were working for god sakes.
That was the last time you took a look at Chris that night and he knew damn well that you were irritated as they tried to get your attention. But you wouldn’t budge and went to do your work, ignoring them completely. At least visibly because the looks were burned in your mind, sending shivers down your spine and a tingling feeling downwards.
You put all your attention into your work right now and the boss wanted to have a talk with you later but on a positive note, maybe giving you more work opportunities. The band walked off of stage and you agreed earlier with Chris to wait for him but you slipped away backstage quickly, still a little irritated. He knew that you didn’t like distractions on the work floor and definitely not this distraction. Well maybe you did but not underneath work goddamn it!
Chris and Henry walked backstage as well when you were talking with Alex Turner and the boss, making a bit of small talk until your boss would talk to you. Chris stood by your side and squeezed hardly in your ass, making sure that nobody could see it but it pissed you off more at this point and moved away from him as he raised his eyebrow again, letting you know that he didn’t like your attitude right now but then again, you couldn’t care less at this point.
You had a quick talk with the boss of the festival and others from different festival came up to you and offered you to work for every festival, which you definitely did not refuse! This was your dream and took it with both hands, making you happy again. Chris smiled, knowing that this was your dream and you did it all on your own.
You all were all chatting a bit with all the bosses when Chris walked up to you again with Henry this time. You’ve never met Henry in person so you felt intimidated and embarrassed by the thought of what you told Chris and that Henry might know your sinful thoughts.
“Hey sweetheart, I want you to meet someone.” Chris told you with a smirk, telling you everything that you needed to know. But again, you didn’t want to look unprofessional in front of your bosses. You politely gave Henry a hand and he smiled at you, looking directly and deep in your eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up and felt small. Henry was even bigger in real life than on tv. You knew that he knew. His smirk said enough but you ignored it, or at least tried it and acted unbothered, surprising Chris and Henry who both got even more fed up with your attitude even though they could understand.
If this wasn’t your job, you could easily become an actress because you were giving production values at this point with acting unbothered and uninterested even though you were dripping wet and thoughts were swirling through your mind.
When it was time to end it and go back to the hotel, you said your goodbyes to Henry who looked dangerously at you and very lustful, making you slip in complete submission and he could see it in your eyes even though you tried to act like nothing was going on. Well to the outside but to Chris and Henry it got very obvious at this point as you were unable to hide it.
You got into the van as the driver drove you to the hotel, not knowing that Henry was following you since he stayed in the same hotel. It was a bit of a awkward ride to the hotel. You knew Chris wasn’t happy and the other way around. “Chris, you couldn’t do that. I was working. You know how I feel about that babe.” you tried to reason with him in a mature way. “I know. But there was no need for the attitude.” He told you coldly as his hand rested on your thigh and his grip got stronger, telling you that you were in it for tonight, if only you know how much exactly.
“I would’ve been fine with it every other night but you knew how much this assignment means to me. And you really decided to go at it at that point. You had no right for that.” You told him normally, trying to have a normal conversation and setting boundaries. His grip got even tighter, giving you a lump in your throat as he ignored you like you did to him earlier that night.
You knew he was mad but you wanted to keep your ground and let him know that you wouldn’t accept this kind of behavior and definitely didn’t appreciate it. “You were doing just fine, didn’t you?” his voice turned dark and felt yourself grow even smaller. “That’s not the point Christopher and you know it. Just please don’t do it again when I’m working.” You looked at him and you saw he was clenching his jaw at your use of his full name. His nails digging into your leg at this point. His pupils completely blown at this point.
You arrived at the hotel and there was paparazzi standing ready. Chris took your hand in his and held you tightly in his grip, giving you a dreadful feeling of what was to come. You stepped into the elevator and it was just the two of you know. Your heart was in your throat as the tension was extremely high at this point, making you a bit scared of what was to come. When the doors of the elevator closed, he waited a few seconds before cornering you. His body pressed against yours while his hand squeezed your cheeks roughly. “Don’t you ever give me that attitude ever again. You. Ungrateful. Bitch.!” He spit out the last sentence.
He never cursed you out and it gave you a dreadful yet excited feeling, making you confused. He let go roughly of your face and got you out of the corner, leaving you in shock. It felt like there was concrete in your shoes when the doors opened towards your hotel room. You could tell by Chris’s walk that there was more to come. You were scared to get into that room but yet excitement made your pussy drip.
Chris opened the door for you to walk in first. You hesitantly walked in and stood in the middle of the room, making you feel extremely intimidated, small and scared. The door closed with a bang, making you jump. You looked scared at Chris as you never saw him with this dark look over his eyes.
You swallowed a little. “Chris…. You’re scaring me…” He chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me this doesn’t make you feel excited.” He strutted towards you while you backed away. He looked at you as prey. When your back met the wall, you held your hand a little in front of you for defense. His body met yours as you almost touched noses with him. “You really want to stand here, and tell me, that your pussy isn’t dripping wet? Mhm? That this doesn’t excite you a bit? The thoughts of getting absolutely ruined by me?” Your eyes went big. You almost thought that you were talking to Ransom and not Chris, your loving, caring boyfriend. “I…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you closer to his face so he could whisper in your ear..
“You disappointed me today. Never did I think you could be this bratty. When I almost made your fantasy come true and get ruined by two cocks. But no…. You are an ungrateful bitch. I don’t condone this bratty behavior and you should’ve known better than that.” Goosebumps covered your entire body and you hated that it gave you away this easily. You were frightened yet excited. His hand squeezed your throat a little “What do you have to say about that?” he asked you huskily. “I’m sorry.” Your raspy voice came out soft from the tightening around your throat. “You wanna know what I think?” He mocked you, with a dark grin. Your eyes went big “I think that you need to learn some manners.” He told you and pushed you on the bed.
“From now on, you better listen to my commands otherwise it’s going to be a long painful night for you.” he told you darkly as he ripped your blouse apart, making you jump at the sudden movement. He pulled your pants roughly off. “You looked so good tonight, too bad your bratty and ungrateful behavior had to ruin everything.” He ripped your lingerie off of you and put your underwear in your mouth as you took it submissively in. He got a little towel and wrapped it roughly around your eyes, making it unable to see and you felt that he was tying you to the bed with something. It felt sharp around your wrist but you decided not to say anything.
You heard that Chris was getting undressed, the sound of fabric of the clothes getting off made you so extremely wet to a point, you didn’t even know was possible. All of a sudden you heard nothing but some shuffling and the opening, closing from the door. You tried to hear but it almost felt impossible as the thundering from your heartbeat in your ear was deafening, making you dread every possible moment.
“You know what sweetheart? Today might be your lucky day.” He mockingly said and you felt to the brim of tears but also so excited it was all very confusing. You had your safe word and knew that Chris would immediately stop but you didn’t really want him to. “Look at you…. so beautiful… isn’t she Henry?” he all of a sudden said and you were in complete and utter shock. The feeling of embarrassment getting to you, wanting to get away and cover yourself up but since you were tight up, you had no choice. Only youor legs weren’t tied up and you brought them closer to your body “Mhm…. She sure is…. You got a nice one on your hands Chris. Too bad she’s going to get completely ruined tonight.” You heard the gravel voice of the other man in the room.
You felt your nipples get hard and more goosebumps covering your body. “I think she likes this, what do you think Henry?” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice and you felt a bit humiliated. “Mhm…. I thinks so too. Mind if I have a go?” your breathing got heavier. “Go right ahead. She needs to learn her lesson.” Chris told Henry casual and you felt the lump in your throat as your tears slipped into the towel.
“Look at that…. She is glistening. She is so wet, so pretty.” Henry told Chris darkly. You felt the bed dip a little besides you, your heart racing faster. All of a sudden you felt feathery kisses on your neck, making you gasp. You could tell it was Henry. You knew every part of Chris too well. A slapping sound was heard followed by a loud sting on your thigh and you whimpered at the feeling, more tears slipping out. “You’re getting completely and utterly ruined tonight” you heard Henry whisper in your ear and warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Henry found the sweet spot in your neck within seconds, his rough warm hand palming your breast and squeezed your hard nipple.
Not long after you felt a lick over your slit, making you mewl at the multiple sensations and hands on you. Chris had his hands wrapped around your legs tightly while Henry placed a soft kiss on your lips with your lingerie in your mouth, your cheeks squeezed again. After he took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it while Chris was busy eating you out roughly. You tried to whimper and moan, bucking your hips up.
The feeling of Henry’s and Chris’s hands on you made you extremely horny. “Mhm, You should taste her… she’s amazing.” Chris commented and you felt Henry move away, his lips disconnecting your nipple, leaving you wanting more. Henry teased you by moving his fingertips slowly and softly over your legs towards where you were throbbing. The bed dipped down besides your head and you felt Chris softly going over your hair in a comforting manner.
Henry held your legs even tighter than Chris did, his muscles flexing around you while he made a long stroke with his tongue over your slit, goosebumps covering you again in reaction. His tongue made circles around your clit, giving you an unbelievable feeling of pleasure and excitement washing over you. You wanted to move your legs but Henry tightened his grip around you, one of his hands resting on your underbelly, pressing down gently. Bucking your hips was useless right now of the stronghold he had you in, completely in his control.
You heard Henry hum in approval when all of a sudden you felt his finger going over your slit, sending electricity over your body. He put his finger in your pussy and started pumping in and out, making you whimper through the lingerie. You could hear Chris shushing you above you, still stroking your head while his other hand went to your nipple, playing with it. You felt yourself turn into a mess underneath their touches. As Henry kept circling your clit and pumping in and out, you felt the euphoric feeling growing closer. Chris noticed your body language and Henry knew that you were close too. “Cum for us baby. Cum for your daddies.” Henry husked out, making you even closer than before. Chris squeezed into your cheeks again and that was the point you couldn’t hold it any longer and came on Henry’s fingers and mouth.
You could hear him growl and groan and it was next to Chris, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. “There you go baby. Let go before you get ruined.” Chris told you lovingly in a soft way. You wanted to moan but everything came out muffled. “She is indeed very delicious.” Henry said as he backed away from you. “Get that lingerie out of her mouth. I want to put my cock in that pretty mouth of her.” Henry directed as Chris got the lingerie out of your mouth.
You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry and you were at lost for words. You heard the zipper of Henry’s pants, getting you instantly wet again as you got your legs up again. You felt Chris standing up from the bed and heard him walk towards your pussy. Henry gave you a stroke over your head before his hand grabbed your chin and made you face his way. He pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you as his tongue slipped in, making you moan in the kiss.
You felt Chris eating you out again, as you gasped but Henry held you chin tightly, holding you into place. His whole tongue went in and out of your pussy and your legs already began to shake. Henry got out of the kiss and pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth. He pushed more forward and you instantly noticed how huge his cock was. “Mhm… You like his cock princess? I can feel you clench around me.” Chris remarked as Henry chuckled deeply. You gagged a little “aww sweet baby… try harder. IT’s not even in halfway.” Henry told you and you got a little scared as you knew that it was true.
Henry grabbed the back of your head and pushed it forward, making you gag even more as he growled dangerously above you. “That’s it baby. Take daddy’s cock princess.” He told you while Chris got you closer to the edge. “You’re gonna cum baby? You need to tell me when you’re gonna cum honey…” Henry and Chris chuckled together, knowing you couldn’t talk with Henry’s cock in your mouth. You hummed multiple times, making Henry groan even louder. “I think she’s about to mate.” Henry warned Chris which motivated him to go even faster with his tongue and you were in no time, in an exploding orgasm.
Henry got out of your mouth and grabbed your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Good girl.” He told you before moving away just like Chris. Your skin felt on fire waiting for what would happen next. Chris moved your way and pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, making you opening your mouth. “Let’s see what else you can do pretty princess.” Henry told you lovingly as well now, making you feel smaller. He entered you with two fingers and started moving, making you moan loudly and Chris took that opportunity to push his cock in deeper. Your pussy was making wet sounds and there was that familiar feeling washing over you. You wanted to cum so badly. Henry pushed his third finger in you and moved even harder and with every gasp or moan, Chris pushed his cock even further in, making you gag.
“Come on baby, I know you want to. Cum for me, cum for daddy sweetheart.” Henry said and you felt the tears gathering in the towel, making you cry out of pleasure as you came hard. Henry started laughing a little “That’s it princess. Good job. Such a good girl.” Henry told you happily. “You want to stretch her out? She’s very tight.” Chris warned Henry. “With love.” Henry remarked back. You felt the tip of his cock going over your clit and slit before he slowly entered you and you gasped out. “Ohhh you were right, she is very tight indeed.
Chris got his cock out of your mouth and got the towel from your eyes. Henry kept pushing in slowly with low grunts as you kept moaning. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to adjust to the lights. When your vision became more clear you saw Henry above you with a grin and Chris next to you.
“Just for tonight he’ll be your daddy too, princess.” Chris whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his big hand wrapped around your throat and the other cupped your breast, playing with your nipple. You plopped your head back on the pillow from the amount of pleasure and pain while Henry’s big cock stretched you out. You wanted to touch Chris and Henry but got pulled back by the restraints.
Chris chuckled deeply. “You want to touch your daddies princess?” he cooed you. You nodded but Chris shook his head. His upper body laid half over you and you could see Henry above you. “Use your words pretty girl.” His knuckles softly brushed over your cheek, his finger slowly moving over your pillow lips and he seemed in a trance. “Open your mouth baby.” he told you, completely fixated on your lips. You did as he told you and he put his finger slowly into your mouth, pressing softly down on your tongue before he put another finger in your mouth. Henry and Chris looked at you mesmerized. So much even that Henry stopped and watched as you gently sucked on Chris’s finger, twirling it with your tongue.
Chris groaned a little at the sensitive feeling that you were able to give his fingertips. “Oh baby, I love you so much.” Chris told you completely mesmerized. He got his fingers out of your mouth and looked lovingly into your eyes before kissing you passionately. When you felt Chris’s tongue slip in, Henry slowly started moving again, making you moan. Chris went from your mouth to your neck, softly sucking your sensitive spot. “Please daddy, I want to feel you.” you whimpered out as Henry sped his movement up. Chris looked up at you and untied you.
Your arms were immediately wrapped around Chris while you tucked your fingers in his hair. His hands cupped your breast as he started kissing you again. Henry started pounding you out and you moaned out loudly. Chris softly rubbed your cheek with his thumb for comfort. “You’re doing so well princess. Taking his cock. I’m so proud of you.” he praised you, making you even wetter. Henry’s finger connected to your clit and you arched your back for the euphoric feeling.
Chris still laid half on top of you on his side. “You close baby girl?” you nodded to Chris and he attached his mouth to your nipple for more sensation and you screamed out “I’m gonna cum.” You warned them and Henry sped his movement up, completely ruining you while you clenched around him. He grunted above you loudly. “I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna cum too.” Henry warned. “Cum for me, please daddy.” You begged, making Chris smile proudly. “Fill her up” Chris told Henry while he kept looking at you with a seductive look. You felt his warm cum shooting into you and Henry collapsed on you while moaning loudly and out of breath but still moved slowly in and out of you, his cock covered with your cum and his own.
“Get out of her. It’s my turn.” Chris told Henry but looked at you darkly again and you knew this was far from done. Henry got out of your and changed positions with Chris. Henry stood next to you. “Lick the cum off of my cock princess.” His big hand was on the back of your head and led you to his cock that was covered in cum. Now you could see how big and thick Henry’s cock really was.
Chris pushed into you without warning and immediately picked up pace. “Take it baby. Take my cock and put his in your mouth.” He commanded. You wrapped your small hand around his cock and licked his shaft before teasing the tip. You tried to take him all in again but you weren’t able.
Chris got out of you and placed you horizontal on the bed, with your head off the bed and walked away to get something. “You can fuck her pretty mouth now.” he told Henry and Henry smiled lovingly at you, sending butterflies in your stomach. “I got something for you baby girl, even though you don’t deserve it, I need to feel you clench around my cock.” He told you and you looked up to see a magic wand. “Let’s see how many times you can cum tonight hmh?” he told you belittling.
Chris got into you again, his cock covered with Henry’s cum and yours and god it was hot to see. He pushed the magic wand on and put it on your clit. Your legs immediately started to shake and you moaned loudly. “Put daddy’s cock in your mouth princess.” Henry told you sweetly and you got his cock into your hand, leading it to your mouth. Henry let his head fall backward from pleasure. Your eyes immediately filled up with tears. Henry pushed more into your mouth while you gagged around him.
Henry leaned over you and got the magic wand from Chris and held it against your clit while his other hand squeezed your nipple. You wanted to say that you were cumming but you could only murmur around Henry’s cock. “Your gonna cum aren’t you baby? I can feel you.
Henry got his hand away from your nipple and wrapped it around your throat, jerking himself off as there was a visible throat bulge. Henry grunted above you and he got hard in no time in your throat, making you gag. Every time you gagged, he got a little bit out of you and let you take a breath. Your legs started to shake and Chris held them tightly as you came hard onto his cock, making him groan and moan, trying to fuck you through your orgasm.
“There you go baby, there you go.” Chris panted out. Henry got out of your throat and Chris stopped moving, letting you shake around him before getting out of you. Henry got you up from the bed and you were finally face to face with him as Chris laid down on his back, slowly stroking his cock as he watched the interaction between you and Henry.
He smirked smugly at you and started kissing you deeply while your hands wandered over his broad chest. His hand went over your body while the other was on your cheek. His hand went over your sensitive clit and he pushed a finger in, making you moan out. In no time he put the second finger in and pumped in and out of you. His other hand grabbed you by your throat so he held you up, since you were close to collapsing. “You got another one in you, I know you do. You do, don’t you princess.” He cooed as the tears fell over your cheek and Henry kissed them away.
“Come on sweetheart.” His fingers and hand started to move more and violently. Your pussy made that wet sound again as you clenched around his fingers, making you squirt and kept going, ruining you completely and felt like you had no energy left inside of you. “You’re such a good baby.” Henry praised you and let you fall on the bed. “Look at the mess you made. Such a good girl.”
You were panting and flustered, your whole body felt on fire, everything was so extremely sensitive and you knew they weren’t done with you yet. “Climb on his cock princess.” Henry told you. You tried to get up, looking desperately at Chris with tears still flowing over your cheeks. He gave you a loving and almost sympathetic smile as he wiped them away. “Do as you are told and get on my cock.” He told you.
You tried to get up but collapsed. Henry wrapped his hands around your stomach and pulled you easily up on all fours. He smacked your ass, making you whine loudly. “Hurry up.” he told you, making Chris grin. You slowly climbed on Chris cock and put him slowly in, but everything was overstimulated and you clenched around him, falling on his chest drained.
Chris put his hips up and started fucking you, your tears falling on his chest while he started pounding you out again. Henry spit on your ass and rubbed it over your other entrance with his fingers, slowly putting one finger in. You moaned very loud from the pain and Chris covered your mouth as he pounded you out merciless. Your face buried in the crook of his neck and he pushed you down so your mouth was covered by his neck. You whimpered but you were so drained, you couldn’t even move away.
Chris found your g-spot and started pounding it, making you squirt again. His legs were covered with your juice and so was Henry’s chest. “Awww there you go, our pretty dumb baby.” you were unable to talk at this point. “Were going to fill you up baby.” Chris whispered in your ear, making your pussy clench around him. “Ohhhh she likes that idea Henry. I can feel her squeeze around me. I think it’s time.” He told Henry and you felt the your stomach drop from nervousness. “Let’s put two cocks in her.” Chris said and the dreaded feeling came back but your body gave you away with squeezing around his cock again, making Chris laugh mockingly.
“Yeah she likes that idea. Go ahead.” He told Henry. Luckily for you, Henry took a pity on you and started with adding another finger, pumping in and out of you. Once you were just a little stretched out, he decided it was time. His cock teased your other entrance and Chris stopped all his movement so Henry could join. He slowly pushed forward, making you cry out loud. “Aww baby, the pain is over in no time.” Chris told you, giving you a little comfort, petting your hair and wiping away the tears. “You remember the safe word right baby? You use it when it’s too much.” Chris told you, breaking character. You nodded with tears over your cheeks. “Repeat the safe word to me baby.” Henry stopped moving.
“Strawberry.” Chris nodded and softly rubbed your cheek and nodded with a look of love and care in his eyes. “Do you want to continue?” He genuinely asked you with worry laced his voice. You nodded and Chris looked over your shoulder to Henry and nodded. Henry slowly moved in and out of you, not even halfway in but tried to loosen you up as he groaned above you. Chris started moving as well, making you moan out loud, feeling completely stuffed.
“I’m gonna cum again daddy” you moaned out, never stopped crying. “ Ohh again baby? You can’t stop cumming can you? Do your daddies make you feel this good?” you nodded, moaning out and clenched on both cocks. Henry and Chris moaned out loudly. Henry got the magic wand again and passed it on to Chris.
Chris let it rest next to him for a minute. When you collapsed on Chris’s chest again, Henry sped up his movement and fucked you fast, Chris joining him. Henry got you up from Chris’s chest and held you against his own, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other on your breast keeping you up. Chris’s hands were on your hips, holding you up as well while he pounded you out just like Henry.
You moaned so loud, you don’t think you’ve ever been this vocal. Henry placed feathery kisses on the side of your head. Your ears were buzzing and you saw dots in front of you while both cock were glazed with your cum, moving in and out of you.
Chris got the magic wand again and put it directly onto your clit. The boys had to help you up because you would’ve collapsed again otherwise. Henry bit your earlobe teasingly and you held their cocks into a death grip.
“I can’t hold it longer sweetheart. Hold it so we cum together.” Henry told you. “I’m gonna cum soon too.” Chris panted out, sweat buds collecting on his forehead and his hair damp from sweat. Henry’s sweaty body was pressed to yours as he held you tightly against him.
“We’re gonna stuff you with our cum and make sure, that you’re unable to walk after.” Henry panted in your ear. You cried out as you couldn’t handle it anymore and came hard again, losing count from how many times you had cum that night. You clenched around them and out of reaction they came too, shooting you full with cum.
They let go of you and you fell on top of Chris. Chris’s cum dripped down on his cock and Henry got out of you, making his cum drip down as well. Everyone was exhausted and out of breath. Chris held you tightly while panting in your ear. You could feel the thundering of his heart against your chest.
He collected himself and cupped your cheeks, looking a little worried at you. He’d never been this rough with you before. “Are you okay baby?” looking intently into your eyes. you nodded. “Exhausted” was the only thing you could say. Chris nodded but the worry never leaving his face. He got out of you, making you cry out again and he felt remorse “I’m so sorry baby.” he told you and placed you next to Henry.
Henry pulled you up, letting you rest on his chest while he softly went with his hand over your hair and kissed your head. “You’re okay baby. We’ll take care of you.” he told you softly, worried as well. Chris came back with a washcloth, knowing you weren’t able to get up right now and cleaned you up as far as he could. Henry comforted you and both the boys saw that they needed to be extremely soft with you as you sniffled. They exchanged looks with each other from worry. “Are you really okay sweetheart?” Henry asked you feeling extremely guilty. Chris laid next to you, holding you as well. “No I’m okay. Just really drained. But I liked it.” you told them when you were able to, the last part a little embarrassed.
“In that case, I’m open to doing it again, only a bit softer.” Chris told you chuckling and you smiled tiredly. “Me too, I really liked it.” Henry told you. “I’d like that.” You told them and closed your eyes. “Get some sleep baby. You deserve it. We’ll take care of you now.” Chris told you, placing a piece of hair behind your ear and softly planting a kiss on your shoulder. He let Henry hold you for now, knowing you couldn’t even move at this point. “We’ll be here when you wake up.” Henry kissed your forehead and you softly dozed off in a much needed sleep.
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American Girls - Alex Turner x fem!Reader
Word Count: 729
Summary: Running into Alex Turner after being his classmate. Inspired by AM Alex.
Warnings: None! (sassy man warning 💅)
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You grew up with Alex Turner and went to high school with him. He never took an interest in you; he said that American girls weren't really "his thing" when you asked if he'd want to hang out. You settled for being a sort of fan when the Monkeys got big. You bought the records, and you told your friends that you knew him whenever he was mentioned. You expected their faces of interest. You expected them to ask if you knew he was gonna be famous. You expected their looks when you told them that he was kind of an ass. You did not expect him to walk into the bar every teen sneaks into as a rite of passage in your town, which also happened to be your current workplace.
He and his bandmates strode up to the bar, some slightly aware of a few of the turning heads. "Ey love, 'ow are you?" Alex greeted as he took a seat. For a moment, you thought he may have recognized you, but you quickly realized he was just being kind to the bartender, who he did not know, let alone remember. Ouch.
"Good, and you?" you smiled. He looked a bit taken aback by your American accent.
"I'm alright. Say how does an American girl make it to Sheffield?" he quipped.
"By plane,” you remarked, “or boat if you're old fashioned. What can I get you?"
"Whiskey, neat." You got to pouring the drink and felt his eyes staring at you as you went along. You started to feel a bit self-conscious. Your black tank top was tight and didn't leave much to the imagination. On top of that, you were sweaty from working and your hair was swept into a messy ponytail. "You look oddly familiar," he said as you slid his glass across the bar to him.
"Is that so?"
"I don't know if it's the accent or... you just remind me of this American gal I went to school with."
"No shit," you blurted. His eyebrows shot up. He stared at you for a bit and then the look of realization lit up in his eyes.
"No shit!" he repeated, "You!"
"You don't remember my name," you laughed at him and tried to hide that you were a bit hurt.
"Nah," his voice trailed, "yeah..." He looked up at you apologetically. "Well, that makes me seem like an asshole." He rubbed his temples. "Allow me to restart," he held his hand out. "Hi, I'm Alex, I'm an ass, and you are?"
You returned his handshake, "I'm Y/N, very nice to meet such a respectful ass." He chuckled and ran his hand along the side of his hair, effectively slicking back any stray strands. You helped a few other patrons before you heard him speak up again.
"So, what have you been up to Y/N?"
"Well," you gestured to the bar. "I feel like I should be asking you."
"I have interviews for that, but I'd much prefer to hear about you."
You felt a blush pool across your cheeks. Was he flirting with you?
"I finished secondary, tried university, wasn't my thing," you told him. His eyes lingered on the way you moved with your hands on your hips as you talked. "I wanted to be an artist, I, uh-, paint.," you stammered feeling a bit shy about your shattered dreams. "But, you know, or maybe you don't, but there's a lot of painters out there, so..."
"None as cute as you though I reckon," he said almost slyly as if he hadn't meant for you to hear it... like it was a secret.
"'Scuse me?" you laughed, wanting him to repeat himself to make sure you didn't just imagine the compliment.
"You're beautiful."
"I thought you weren't into American girls," you said skeptically treading around his advances, as tempting as they were.
"Times are changin'. You've changed," he replied.
"So you thought I was ugly?"
"What? No!" he yelped nervously. "That's not what I meant." His exasperation amused you and you began to giggle at him. It was cute, how flustered he got, over you. You pulled a napkin from a tray on the bar, scribbled your number on it, and slid it across the bar to him.
"Call me, Turner." His tensely pursed lips melted into a goofy smile.
"Yes ma'am."
A/N: Should I make a part two for this where they go out on a date or smthg? lmk 💋 thank you for reading🫶
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Will We Talk? | Part 3 |
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: 17.4k
Warnings: Smut
A/N: Well... It's been a minute. I can only apologise for how long this part has taken me to write but believe me this will be worth the wait because holy shit. Again a big thank you to @alovesreading and @kennedy-brooke for helping and listening to me complain about me having to write this chapter as I was getting more and more stuck (prepare yourself for me being the exact same with part 4&5 tho). Also a big thank you to @lottiecrabie for beta reading this and lottifying it for me, you're a genius. Thank you to everyone who has waited for this one, I wont keep you any longer, go enjoy it. Thanks a million for reading x
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| Part 1 | Part 2 |
Waking up beside Alex brought everything back to you and it hits you in the same way your hangover does your stomach. Sickeningly.
Repercussions of what it all could mean give you a worse headache than you already have. Your body aches more than it has in a very long while. It’s easy for you to tell that it's not just the lingering alcohol making your muscles seize, it’s all the cardio Alex was putting the both of you through a matter of hours ago.
So after lying in complete discomfort for 10 minutes, only focusing on the way your stomach is flipping and the steady breathing of the man on the other side of the bed, you get up. You head to the bathroom and you immediately go for a drink of water from the tap, followed quickly by using some toothpaste and some mouthwash to try and freshen yourself up.
After using his toilet, you don’t even feel any remorse about turning on his shower. Once it’s a decent temperature, you walk in. You can’t even deny that this might be the nicest shower of your life. You fully let the hot water relax your muscles and you don’t think twice about using Alex’s stuff.
You’re surprised the man actually has both shampoo and conditioner instead of a 2 in 1. After all, his hair is only just growing back and it’s still shorter than what it was back when they first got famous. You’re grateful regardless because it's good quality and it smells amazing, hints of eucalyptus with a smokey wood scent.
Taking your time washing your sore body down with his shower gel, you gently start to hum along to a tune that’s managed to stick in your head, and you’re glad the shower seems to rid you of your hangover symptoms.
You end up in your own little world, reminiscing about last night's activities as you wash your body. Every brush of your fingers, you can feel Alex’s touch. If you close your eyes you can picture it all over again and the ghost of the feelings he stirred up in you.
It’s like tingles are running through your bones. Just the memory alone throws you back into the moment, like you can feel him on you, inside you, his skin against yours, his lips on y-
“How are you feeling?” Alex’s voice startles you.
He walked in a few minutes ago after waking up needing to go to the toilet and he couldn’t hold it despite hearing the stream of the shower. He didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he knew the frosted glass that split the room would shield your body from him if you didn’t want him to see it. It would be silly after last night anyway. The image of you is seared into his retinas.
So after using the toilet and brushing his teeth, he turned to see that you still hadn’t noticed his presence. He can only glimpse at a blur of a figure behind the steamed glass, the temperature in the room getting increasingly hotter as the moments pass. He can’t help but want to see you again, which is why he decides to open his mouth.
You quickly whip yourself around and see him standing just near the end of the glass pane that divides the shower from the rest of the room. Alex’s gaze is on your face, staying respectful and not lingering down, even though he’d seen you a matter of hours ago.
Him startling you when you least expected has your heart racing, not to mention his actual presence. The fact he is still very naked in front of you makes your blood pound in your chest faster. Flashes of last night come back to you and it’s like you can feel him touching you again. Feel him kiss your skin again. Feel him insid-
Not the time Y/N. He asked you a question. Oh shit yeah.
“A little better after a shower, thanks.” You say once the shock of his presence dwindles a little. Unsurprisingly, you start to panic ramble, “Sorry for not asking, I should have- but I- I just didn’t want to wake you up.”
“It’s fine Y/N/N,” Alex brushes your apology off, and after a beat he asks, “Mind if I jump in?”
Trying not to let the anxiety show on your face as it creeps up your spine, you just nod and shrug, “Your shower.”
You were just about done anyway.
You enjoy the hot water for a second more before you mentally prepare to leave the warmth. Once you say a silent goodbye to the glorious shower, you turn and see Alex has just stepped in, heading for the water. You go to move past him, and trail off, “I’ll just let you…”
“You don’t have to leave.” Alex says as he catches your wrist, his thumb caressing your skin.
Your eyes go wide and you can feel yourself about to stutter as you start, “But I-”
Alex interrupts, “Stay.” He doesn’t want to give you time to overthink but he also won’t push you. Though he appears pleased when you gently nod. You let him guide you back to the water.
Although you’ve agreed, he can see there's still hesitance there and a hint of awkwardness that he wants gone quickly. In the best way he can, he addresses it directly and with a soft smile on his lips. “You know we fucked last night, right?” He holds his grin when he sees your eyes go wide, clearly not expecting him to say that.
But going through your head is, No shit! What a stupid fucking question! How the fuck could anyone forget a night like that?! Forget someone fucking you like that… What a fucking idiot to even ask.
As it turns out, your thoughts are a little hasty, because Alex’s gentle tone continues as he lathers himself up in shower gel, saying, “You don’t need to feel awkward. I’ve already seen you.”
Before you even know it your worries spill from your lips, “When we were drunk and we lost all inhibitions and I don’t know if you were blackout drunk or not, I don’t know if-”
“I still remember.” Alex interrupts you, looking into your eyes and he takes your hand again and moves you back under the shower with him.
While that in itself makes you feel a little easier, the fact that you don’t know where to look makes your mind spin. It feels uncouth to look down, especially considering you haven’t seen him look down either. But like he just said, you saw each other last night and it shouldn’t be awkward.
Christ, you weren’t built for the stresses of one night stands. Or friends (if you can even call him that) with benefits, or whatever the fuck this is.
“You’re still gorgeous,” Alex assures you, “Please don’t overthink, just stay.”
You gently nod again, trying to just not think about the fact that you're standing naked beside a man you barely know. Instead you close your eyes and enjoy the water again, blocking out the man washing his body beside you and you let your body relax as you tilt your head up towards the huge shower head and let it rain over you.
Having a shower was always relaxing for you, a brief escape from the hectic days you tend to have and if shit goes wrong, a shower can most of the time fix the mood the day has put you in. It’s your safe space to decompress: you just let yourself calm down again, and enjoy the way the hot water makes you relax.
Alex doesn’t notice what you’re doing straight away, not until he turns to start washing his hair and he sees you standing beside him looking all stoic. Suddenly, he can’t take his eyes off you.
You look so at peace, as if all your worries and overthinking had been washed away by the water you’re both standing under. You look gorgeous with the way the various lights in the room are hitting your skin, almost making you glow in the warm lighting.
It’s almost like he's watching in slow motion, how he watches the water trickle down your pretty features. Bouncing from your eyelashes and running down your cheeks until it reaches your lips that still look plump from your activities last night. Alex feels the urge to kiss you again, but he manages to resist. He’s only just got you calm, the last thing he wants it to unnerve you.
Little does Alex know that he already sort of is. Not through any fault of his own as you can’t expect to be in the shower with someone and for them to pay no attention to you, but you can feel his eyes on you. Not in a creepy way in the slightest, but you can feel his gaze and the awkwardness is threatening to bubble back up your spine.
Trying your best to suppress it, you take another few deep breaths and roll your head and your shoulders a few times to encourage your muscles to loosen up again. You really hate not knowing where you stand with him, but suddenly your mouth that likes to nervously chat away can’t even open. The last thing you want to do now is annoy him and for him to tell you to leave and it makes things messier than they are already bound to be with Katie and Jamie.
Oh lord, how the fuck am I meant to tell Katie? She’s going to disown me. Jamie will never be able to look at me again. I’ll never be Forrest’s favourite auntie again when I inevitably can’t see him anymore. I- No, stop over thinking. Stop. It.
Alex can practically see you cogs spinning in your head again so he gently encourages you to get out of your head and hopes you start chatting to him again. He’s never been in your presence and you’ve been so silent. The last thing he wants is for you to overthink something as simple as a shower.
“Are you still feeling okay?” The singer can’t help but ask as softly as he can so he doesn’t make you jump by interrupting your quiet moment.
“I-” You clear your throat, “Yeah, I’m okay thank you.”
“Sure?” Alex questions, wanting to keep your brain as clear as possible,
You nod, smiling a little at the endearing way he double checked. Who is this man and what has he done with the Alex Turner you’ve been used to for the past decade?
“How are you feeling?” You ask, wanting to reciprocate the manners he’s showing you.
“Good thanks,” He nods and smiles at you, “Little headache but we both drank a lot so it makes sense.” You try not to watch the way the water runs down his neck and his chest as he talks to you, “Was good in that club though. I enjoyed it.”
“Yeah it was good.” You agree, trying to keep your eyes on his but failing every now and again, “No one bothered you either so I guess that was a little better for you too. Makes a night easier I suppose... Did you have a fun night with Jamie?”
“I had more fun with you.” Alex smirks a little, not missing the way your eyes have begun to wonder slightly. He’s still sincere when he asks, “Did you have fun?”
You know that he’s not talking about your night out anymore, he’s talking about your night with him and you’d be a liar if you didn’t answer, “Yeah.” You flush, asking him shyly, “Did you?”
“Most definitely.” Alex hums. His focus is solely on you now. He takes a step closer to you, as even he can feel the tension from last night stir back up between you. He watches your reactions closely and when he sees his proximity doesn’t alarm you, he lowers his voice a little to ask one more question, his finger coming to trace your jaw as he does, “Do you regret it?”
You shake your head, keeping your eyes on his. You’re not letting your nerves get the better of you. “No.”
“Good.” Alex smiles and his hand moves from tracing your jaw to your neck where he cups it again. Before you can really comprehend it, his lips dip down and take yours in a kiss.
It’s not a simple kiss. There’s heavy meaning behind it, spinning in the back of your dizzy head, seeping through your panting breaths, gripping his rough hand as it caresses your cheek, flexed and clenched like he’s holding back doing more.
It’s a losing battle. As soon as a moan spills from your hot mouth, Alex grips your waist and pulls you flush against him. Your chests rise and fall in sync, and there’s something even more meaningful knocking at the back of your head. It feels dangerous, like another border you’re crossing without even looking back. At least you know now it wasn’t just the amarettos on rocks making his kisses feel like your stomach might flip.
You reach up, one hand finding his nape, the other digging into his wet hair. There’s a sense of you trapping him, wrapping him in a deadly trap he, thankfully Alex, doesn’t seem to want to even try escaping. Instead, he moves the both of you back under the stream of water so you don’t get cold, as though that was possible with your temperature rising with every artful swipe of his tongue. His hand practically burns at your waist, strong and present and callused, and soon you’ll need an ice bath just to recover from him.
Alex steals every breath from your mouth and you give them to him without a second thought. It’s pathetically quickly that you can feel yourself getting wet, and not just from the stream of water pouring on you. It’s everything. His mouth, his tongue, his hands; from the way he’s touching you now to the way you can still remember him fucking you yesterday, like a permanent branding iron on your body that burns, burns, burns. Your heart races in your chest. You’ve never felt more alive.
Alex snakes a hand around your back, firmly holding you against him like you’re his prized possession, like he fears losing you down the showerdrain if he doesn’t trap you in his arms. He gets needy whimpers out of you, muffled by his eager tongue. You pull away when his hand falls to your arse and squeezes tightly, moaning into the hot, heavy air, into his open mouth that’s fucking smirking.
Cocky, he runs his gentle hand down your cheek, butterfly kisses across your jaw, to settle on your neck. His dark eyes dig into yours as he squeezes, ready to catch every microreaction. You release a pretty soft sound for him, whining. His hand’s heavy and meaningful around your throat, hanging from it like he owns you.
It only makes you more desperate for him. Needing to get your claws into something, you pull harshly on his wet hair. He groans, mouth hanging open in pleasure, and you use that to your full advantage to catch his mouth again.
Alex is hard against you; the knowledge that it’s you causing this reaction in him boosts your confidence tenfold. Enough to make you want to drop to your knees for him here and now. You’re pretty certain the singer wouldn’t mind.
The idea transforms into a need, soaking your thighs further. Eager, you let your hand run down his wet chest, sweet and worshipping, making him shiver against you. You drop it to his cock, just two light fingers touching his length, teasing him. He pulls away from your lips, moaning. His face looks down to the beginning show in wonder. You smirk. No, he wouldn’t mind at all. Slowly, you wrap around him. “Fuck,” he mutters.
The noises you pull from him have you pressing your thighs together. Noises that you wish you could record and play on loop when he’s not there to help you; pretty, pornographic moans that vibrate against your cheek. You fall into his neck to kiss and nip and lick at, letting his sounds bloom into your ear. His hips jump into your fist, making you that more determined to continue stroking him, wanting and needing him to unravel, to be entirely at your mercy.
But you know your mouth is ten times better than your hand, so you climb back up to his lips, leaving a quick, hot kiss, then biting his lower one. You tug and release, smirking at his hitched breath. There's a moment then where you both look at each other, lust the only thing in either of your eyes, and it’s as though the steaming water runs cold compared to the heat between your greedy bodies.
There's a fraction of a second where everything changes. Time slows for it to happen. Still, your brain can’t keep up. Just as your eyes fall and you back away to allow your knees to sink and hit the tiles below, Alex grabs you by your hair with both hands, bringing you back up and pulling you into another kiss.
It’s hard and hungry, and it takes you enough by surprise that you stumble back, unsteady on your feet. Alex follows, greedily allowing himself an extra second of the torrid kiss before he spins you around and pushes you up against the glass. The bitter coldness of the glass against your scorching skin makes you gasp, a rush of pleasure spreading down your spine. You can feel Alex’s smirk as he presses himself against your back.
His arm snakes around your waist as his lips find home where your shoulder meets the base of your neck. Your thin necklace does nothing to stop his mouth attacking the skin there, biting, then soothing it away with his tongue. His fingers trail down between your thighs. With a moan, your head falls to the glass, cool against your skin. You throb for him.
His fingers brush your clit, making you gasp and whine for him before he dips his fingers down further to feel just how wet he’s made you. He can’t help but smirk against your ear, as if he’s not already almost completely hard against your arse. Gathering a pool of your arousal, he finds your bundle of nerves again, gently rubbing it.
Slow teases on your clit make your head fall back on his shoulder and you can’t help but moan. You clutch his wrist with one hand in a silent beg not to stop. Sweet whines of pleasure escape your lips, filling the hot room with more than just the stream from the shower.
Without fully realising, Alex finds himself rocking his aching cock against you, causing your body to shift. Dragging your nipples across the cold glass heightens your senses more than ever. You’ve never dealt with such different intensities of temperature before, never known such staggering opposites could make your body melt and drip with euphoria.
“This what you want, sweet?” You can feel Alex’s hot breath against your ear, “Want me to make you feel good again?”
Your moans are answer enough for him, but it delights him how he has you begging, “Please.”
“Good girl.” He smirks, nipping the skin just behind your ear before he adds more pressure to your clit.
Your hand blindly reaches to grasp something, but the cool glass beneath your palms doesn’t help at all. It slides off the glass, entirely unable to catch any resistance with the way the scolding water is still raining down on the both of you.
Alex could get used to this. The way you’re filling up his bathroom with those pretty sounds that keep falling from your lips, making it very obvious that you’re enjoying everything he’s doing to you. He fucking loves how vocal you are, he loves the fact that you can’t keep those swollen lips of yours shut for him, and he revels in the fact he’s the one bringing you so much pleasure.
“Alex,” You whine out after a minute of him concentrating on your swollen clit, circling and circling until your legs shake under you.
He kisses his way up your neck as he huskily asks, “Yeah?” He focuses back on the makings of a bruise he left there in the early hours of the morning, proud and possessive at the sight of it.
“More.” You just about get out.
You can’t really think of what else other than more. You need more.
The way you can feel just how hard he is against your arse and how his hips keep grinding into your own is making you clench around nothing, begging and pleading to be filled. It feels criminal to be this empty at this point. You’re aching to be fucked by him again.
“You’re greedy, sweet,” he tsks as he kisses his way down your neck. You push your hips against his, rolling them, hoping for something. He’s unflappable, pressing you back up against the glass as he asks, “Can’t be happy with what I'm giving you? You want more?” You nod furiously, mind too hazy to hear the danger in his tone. “Little pet thinks she knows better than me?”
“Please,” You whine, high-pitched and breathy.
It seems you’ve fallen right into his trap. Alex bites down on your shoulder, pain and pleasure blooming inside of you. The dominance, the power, the possessiveness has you clenching around nothing again. With the way your lower stomach knots and tightens and coils, you know your orgasm is building steadily. You just need more.
You bite your lip raw trying to hold back cries, but he tuts in your ear, dragging it out of your teeth. “None of that, sweet. I want to hear you.” As though to give you motivation, he pinches your clit meanly.
“Oh fuck, Alex!” You gasp. He smiles against your cheek, rewards you with tight circles on your bud again. He has you mindlessly begging now, “Please, please. Alex.”
“What is it you need, then?” Your mouth hangs open, incapable of forming thoughts and sentences when euphoria drowns you like this. Alex helpfully provides, “You need my fingers, is that it?” His hot breath sends goosebumps over your skin. He knows you like the way he teases you in these situations after last night's dalliance. He hums against your ear, “Whining and panting like a brat, I wonder if they’ll shut you up?”
Without another second of torment, the singer drops his hand until he can dip two fingers inside you. With how slick he’s made you, they slip in easily, stretching and filling you up. You cry out a, “Yes!” You’re shaking between his arms, so close and ready you might burst into tears if he doesn’t give you what you need.
When they finally sink fully inside, you have to abandon your useless attempts to hold the glass in front of you. Instead, you reach back and root your fingers into Alex’s hair.
You wish it was longer again so you had more to pull on, but your hold on him is enough to ground you to the moment, to him. Finally, he thrusts in and out of you, quick and deep like you need it. It’s shocking to feel how much he knows you, has memorised that dark night to the very last detail. And here you thought he wouldn’t even remember.
He curls his fingers and electricity zaps through you. He easily finds the sweet spot inside you and hits it with every slide, sopping sounds filling the room as he stretches you open. You’re trembling, gripping his hair so tight you might unroot them. Your brain is too gone to worry about hurting him, drunk on the taste of him and pleasure.
“This what you wanted?” Alex asks, and all he’s met with is incoherent whines from you and a slack, furious nod. There’s an edge to his voice when he breathes,“Well, then. Aren’t you gonna say thank you?”
“Thank you, Alex,” You immediately scream, too scared he’ll pull his fingers away, too addicted to bother arguing. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou.”
“What a good fucking girl, sweet.” You preen under his words. His hand caresses your hair, cooing, “So obedient, so fucking pretty.” He seems to itch to reward you for it when he asks, “Think you can take more?” Of course, you nod, wanting to be good for him and knowing you can handle whatever he has in mind for you.
You don’t think you’ve ever released such a loud moan like the one that falls from your lips when he slips another finger. You’re stretched out, so full with three of his fingers inside of you. He’s fucking you open, determined and ruthless, pumping out all the sweet, fucked-out moans from you. Your cunt throbs around him, pleasure swooping low in your belly. God, you hope he never stops. This is everything you want and more. With every swipe of his digits, you feel yourself grow closer and closer
“Taking it so well, sweet,” He breathes, choked from his own want. You grin at him, proud. “Doing so good for me, letting me fuck you like this. My favourite, little slut.” You clench around him at the name. He smirks, biting your cheek as he promises, “I got you.”
You know he does, can feel it in the way he curls and fucks, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your lungs feel aflame, burning up in your chest. Your mind is languid from the ecstasy, melting and swirling in your skull. You can’t remember your own name, only his.
“Are you close?” Alex teases, because he doesn’t need a response to know. “Christ, you’re practically squeezing my fingers to death.” You moan, your head falling on his shoulder, your hand holding him the tightest you ever have.
Though he’s a little shit about it, Alex makes sure he does everything he can to give you your mindblowing orgasm. He cups your cunt, his palm hitting your clit. You have no shame, rutting against it, chasing that fatal end like it was your one true purpose.
“Gonna cum for me like a good girl?” He breathes, looking down at the way your glistening body is reacting to him, chest rising and falling rapidly. He moves a hand to your tits, playing with the peaked nipples. Every sensation sends you a hit of true euphoria until you can’t tell where your body burns.
He pinches your nipple and you whine pathetically. You’re so drunk on pleasure, you feel delirious, barely even able to get your words out. “Please, Al,” is all you seem to know.
“Yeah?” You can feel his smile against your neck. “Good. Cum on my fingers then, sweet. Show me what a whore you really are.” And when he bites your neck again, sheer desire just to make you feel him everywhere, you lose yourself.
“Alex,” You cry out, and all of a sudden the pleasure is blinding, “Oh, fuck!”
Your orgasm scorches your body in an overwhelming wave that buzzes to your bones. The singer works you through it, sickly sweet whispers of praise in your ear that intensify your pleasure tenfold. Alex has to practically stop himself from cumming as he feels you clenching around his fingers, along with the sharp tug on his hair as you clutch him tighter.
“That's it,” he whispers as you come back down from your staggering high. Before he slips his fingers out of you, he praises, “Good girl. Did so well for me, sweet. My best girl.”
Finally, he slides three soaked fingers out of you. The sudden feeling of emptiness has you feeling needy, and the haze of your orgasm lingering makes you dazed and unsteady on your feet. Thankfully, Alex has you tight in his grasp and he maintains that as you slowly turn towards him.
You can’t even be angry at the shit eating grin on his face, you feel too cockdrunk to even care. He can let it feed his ego all he likes, in this moment you would do absolutely anything for him.
So much so that you pull him in for a messy kiss, clashing teeth and swiping tongue. You’re still trembling slightly, from the orgasm and the intensity and the fact that it’s him. You press your body against his, feeling his hard cock against your belly. You moan. You need to rectify that right now. You pull away with the intent to drop to your knees again, but Alex’s hands holding your jaw clench, keeping you in place again, knowing exactly what you were planning.
Instead he shakes his head, “No.”
You don’t understand why he won’t let you, especially when you want to make him feel good. So you demand the only other thing that you can think of. “Take me to bed.”
But, again, Alex shakes his head. “We don't have to.”
He searches your eyes for some give, not wanting to make you do anything. He doesn’t care about his own release; he’s going to cum fast anyway with the show you just put on for him. He doesn’t need you to do anything for him, he just wanted to watch you unwind at his touch again.
“I don't believe I was asking,” You persist, looking at him sternly enough that you hope he doesn’t turn you down again.
You want to make him feel good. You want him to cum as hard as you just have and you want to be the reason for it, the cause of his pleasure. You want it to be your doing.
Thankfully whatever was stopping Alex from letting you sink to your knees for him, he seems to get over. “You want me buried deep inside you, sweet?” He coos, holding you impossibly close, looking at you like he can peer into your soul and pull out the most sinful parts of you, “Wanna cum again? Around my cock this time?”
It’s like there’s nothing else processing in your head other than the promise of him being inside you again. And, Christ, you do wanna cum around his cock, practically a need. Still, you whine, admitting, “Wanna make you feel good, too.”
Alex believes you. You’re holding him so tightly and looking at him with those big eyes that are practically begging to let you do something for him. He smiles, rubbing the stress behind your jaw. “Okay, sweet. Whatever you want.”
Alex turns the stream of water off and pulls you from the shower by grabbing your hand to keep you close. Before you leave the bathroom, he plucks you from the ground and into his arms. You squeak, but he mutes that with a kiss.
When he gets the both of you back into his bedroom, the cool air is a striking contrast to the heat that radiates from both of your bodies thanks to the steaming shower. Somehow, it adds to everything, heightens every sense and every touch Alex stimulates you with.
Before you get used to Alex’s kisses or being in his arms, you’re thrown down on his bed, bouncing on the mattress. It should be embarrassing how much that turns you on, the sheer strength he threw you with, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you open your eyes to see him standing at the foot of the bed, looking at you like he wants to devour you.
You lay across the bed for him, wet and pretty and ready, and his mouth waters. He knocks your knees apart to catch another glimpse of your glistening cunt. The cool air hitting you makes you gasp, but it’s music to Alex’s ears. All he wants is to lick and suck your swollen clit again, to dip his tongue back inside you, and have you mewling beneath him as he fucks you with it.
But, of course, he likes to make a show of it. He can’t give you everything you desire at the drop of a hat. He likes to edge the both of you in that way. Instead, Alex takes his time to crawl up the bed between your thighs, getting acquainted and bruising the soft skin at the top of your legs.
He can’t get enough of hearing you whining and moaning and the way you keep lifting your hips in search of relief faster. He just grasps them tightly and forces them back down on his mattress. Alex, not being strong enough to abstain from another taste of you, licks a bold stripe up from your entrance to your clit, eliciting a guttural moan from you as your hand flies to his wet hair. You tug on it, putty in his hands, as he starts devouring your already sensitive cunt.
He’s licking and fucking into you, chin wet with your juices, you get a grip of his hair and tug him off you, desperately crying, “Too much.” You’re far too over sensitive after what happened in the shower. Another minute of him doing that and you would be cumming on his tongue again.
“Yeah?” He pouts at you, though you doubt there’s any real empathy in him. He’s far too pleased. “Can’t handle me eating you? Already too fucking fucked-out to survive it?” You nod, like you can’t hear the condescending tone in his voice. “What if I want a taste? You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?”
Your lungs are burning. You might melt into his sheets if he doesn’t do something now. “Please, Alex.”
“What is it, sweet? Use your words.” He pinches your thigh, making you look down at him.
The visual of him between your thighs all wet from the shower and now with your slick on his lips and chin has you clenching around nothing. You beg him, “Need you.” and that makes the singer smirk as he starts crawling up your body, but not before leaving one last kiss on your clit.
Those sinful lips of his trail kisses up your stomach and he makes sure to pay close attention to your breasts as he asks you, “Need me to fuck you dumb?”
You swear you almost choke on your own tongue when he kisses up from your tits to your neck and you hear him say, “Have the only thing you can think about is how I fill you up? How good I fuck you? Make sure you can’t remember anything but my name?”
Murmurs of pleases come from you then, but for all you know you could be entirely incoherent as you just revel in the way Alex’s body presses against yours. Still, you must make somewhat sense, because he lines himself up and finally, finally, fills you with his cock again.
“Fucking hell, sweet,” Alex can’t help but groan as he bottoms out, “Oh, shit.”
It takes everything in him not to cum there and then. But he won’t, he can’t, he has to make you cum first. With the way you look so cockdrunk beneath him, he doesn’t think that your release is too far away either.
Alex fucks you slow and hard first, making you feel every thrust of his cock as it buries inside of you over and over. Every drag of your nipples across his chest as he fucks into you. Every suck and nip and kiss on your neck, which he’s already abused more in the last 12 hours than your ex-husband ever did. Every single sensation is a perfect cocktail for a brain-wiping orgasm. You feel pleasure threatening the edges of you already.
He grunts each time he fucks into you, but it’s nothing compared to how loud you’re being for him. You’ve given up on holding back all the moans and screams, letting them fall down your chin and into his ears. He drinks them greedily, revelling in every way his name can come out of your mouth.
His head flips to the other side, hand wrapping around your neck to tilt it and give him better access. While he kisses and licks at your collarbone, his fingers press into your throat. You gasp, a rush of pleasure striking through your body. Your body tingles, mouth hanging open.
“You’re so fucking dirty for me,” he whipsers in your neck, then releases it. Oxygen rushes through you and adrenaline runs through your veins, doubling the ecstasy swimming through you. Your head feels hazy.
Your skin is on fire. Both of your bodies are damp with a mix of the water from the shower and the new shine of sweat, but the contrast with the cool air and the way your chests are pressed together makes everything more intense.
Your legs lock around his waist and your heels press into his lower back, needing him as close as possible. The feeling of him so deep inside you is everything you needed. You feel so full, so satisfied. You just need the split, the snap, the break.
“Alex!” He can’t help but fuck you faster, hitting your spot with every thrust. You can’t get used to the furious pace, digging your nails into his shoulders and scratching out your boiling pleasure.
When you moan his name again, he can’t stop himself from teasing you, “So loud, sweet. Think I need to gag you, can’t stop that mouth of yours running.” You clench around him and he looks up at you gleefully. “Oh, you’d like that? Like being gagged and bound for me? Can’t move or talk as I get you off over, and over, and over, until you’re too dumb to even think?” Your cunt throbs and he laughs, so fucking pleased. “What a perfect, little slut.”
With the way you scratch at his back, and pull his hair that your fingers are routed into, he assumes you enjoy his foul talking. “Just for me, right?” He fucks you harder and faster, punctuating his words and gripping your throat tighter as he grunts, “So loud, and All. For. Me.”
Just like that, he has you cumming around him again.
It's almost difficult for Alex to continue ploughing his hips into your own with how tight your cunt is gripping him, throbbing and clenching in waves that you don’t even notice because a white heat has taken over your body.
You feel like you’re vibrating with the way the knot in your lower stomach snapped and you feel the wave of bliss tingle through your blood. It’s ecstasy at its finest, lighting you up and making you feel all gooey and dizzy and happy.
Alex wishes he could continue fucking you, wanting desperately to fill you up with his cum, you haven’t discussed anything like that yet, and he didn’t put a condom on. It’s with massive reluctance that he pulls out of you and gets to his knees. He fucks his fist, arm flexed and strong, ready to cum on your stomach.
But again, you surprise the singer. Despite still being dazed, you push yourself up and before he can make himself finish, you stop him, grabbing his wrist to get his attention. When his eyes lock with yours, you tell him, teasing and filthy, “In my mouth.”
With a grunt, he scoops up to your chest, kneeling above you, hard cock over your head. You raise your head up to wrap your lips around him, smirking. Your mouth is warm and wet, enough to make him see stars. He knows there's no chance he will last. You suckle on his tip, before clutching the back of his thighs harder, pulling him closer and further into your mouth.
You hollow your cheeks and make it messy for him, all spit and tongue and just focusing on him. But it lasts no more than twenty seconds because as soon as you take him down your throat maybe a grand total of five times, Alex shoots hot cum into your mouth and groans above you as he clenches a fistful of your hair.
You swallow around him, making Alex choke out a gasp which has you smirking. Pulling off him, you make a show of it, head falling back into the sheets as you let him see what’s left of him in your mouth, before you swallow again.
Alex's fingers are still rooted in your wet hair, and you look so pretty gazing up at him through your eyelashes, still all drunk on everything he’s given you. Christ, he would give you everything he has and more if he could have you like this all the time.
“You’re filthy,” Alex grins down, entirely dazed and intoxicated with pleasure. “Where the fuck have you been, sweet?”
~*~*~*~ One Day Later ~*~*~*~
“I’ll call you later today.”
Famous last words.
Because he has in fact not called you.
Something which has made you question everything ever since he dropped you off about an hour after he came in your mouth on Sunday morning. The rest of Sunday was spent recovering, and today at work you’d been stressed, getting in your head about all the love bites that you had to hide, worrying over the fact you’ve yet to tell your best friend you’ve fucked one of her friends.
Frankly, the consequences of your decision to go home with Alex were making you feel sick, worsened by the fact he has yet to call you. That’s why as soon as you finished work, you texted Katie asking if she was down for a wine night. Thankfully, she replied agreeing with a smiley face and wine emojis.
That is how you’ve found yourself sitting in Katie’s lounge, chatting away to her, slowly putting off the inevitable.
You’ve already been here two hours. It’s 8pm and you’ve had more than enough wine to make your lips a little loose. You decide now is the time.
You take a deep breath before you commit to telling her. “Katie.” She hums in response as she takes a sip of her wine, focused on the label of the red bottle.
Here goes nothing.
“You’re going to hate me.” You let it sit in the air for a second. It falls heavily from your chest.
“I certainly doubt that.” She chuckles, but discards the bottle still, looking at you. She raises her eyebrows, prompting you to continue. “What’s up?”
Taking a deep breath, you ask, “You know the other night we went out?”
“Yeah?” She nods, smiling at the memory of the fun night the both of you had.
“I…” You elongate the word slightly before finally saying it out loud, “Had sex...”
“Oh yeah?” Katie smirks, before leaning over to clink her glass of wine with yours, “So did I, check us out.” Clearly she remembers nothing about how you got home because she asks, “Who was your lucky fella?”
“Alex.” You drop the bomb before pressing your lips together.
“Stop.” Katie’s eyes go wide, letting her glass clink and swoosh on the table as she sits up. She leans closer to you and looks into your eyes, asking, “Are you fucking messing with me?”
Shaking your head, you moan, “I wish I was.” You feel your cheeks go hot when you pull down on your hoodie to reveal one of the huge bruises the singer left on you, “This cheap mark would not be here right now if I was messing about.”
Katie’s jaw drops at the sight. The mark on your neck is so much darker than the rest of your skin tone, and if you didn’t have your hoodie on there was no way anyone would miss it. It’s fucking huge.
You think you’ve fucked your friendship as soon as the gasp leaves Katie’s mouth. When she starts laughing, you should be reassured that she’s okay with everything, but it unsettles you more, the sound entirely manic. A laugh that screams that she believes you’re playing the biggest practical joke on her of all time.
In all honesty, it just shocked Katie to her soul. She can’t actually believe that you, the chatterbox that is her best friend, has shagged the grumpy rockstar singer that has never once uttered a word to her or Jamie about liking you in that way. She can see it though, she can imagine it was hot, but she is still so very shocked it’s difficult to stop the out of control laughter reaction.
All you can do is rub your eyes for a second in an attempt to hide your face. After a few seconds, you rest your hands on your burning cheeks and gently drag them down as you ask in a pained voice, “Katie, have I made a huge mistake?”
“You’ve shagged Alex.” Your best friend's tone sounds entirely shocked with too much excitement still there to even answer your question. She has to say it out loud again, this time even louder, to even process it, “I can’t believe you shagged Alex!” But before you can even shush her, she turns and looks towards the stairs, yelling, “Jamie!”
“Katie! What the fuck, stop!” Your eyes go wide and you pray that Jamie’s selective hearing has come into play because you don’t want him here right now. You beg her, your hand even going out to hold her arm, “Please, I'm being serious. I'm freaking out.”
“What are you freaking out about?” She still looks gagged, but now the excitement creeps in and she giggles, “This is brilliant.”
“How is this brilliant?” You ask, feeling your head whirring with every thought under the sun. You state the obvious, “It’s Alex.”
He’s one of her husband’s best friends. One of her close friends. You’re sure that this must cross some sort of unspoken friendship boundary.
“Right?” She looks at you as if you’ve grown another head, clearly not understanding at all as to why you think this is an issue. “You’re surely not worried about me and Jamie having an issue with this, right?”
You think she’s losing it because of course that is a reason you’re freaking out. “Well, that is a part of my worry, yes.”
“Well, don't, because I'm buzzing for you.” Katie assures you, and she can practically see the way you let yourself take a breath.
She wants to scorn you for being so worried about her reaction. It didn’t really matter if they were okay with it. As long as you and Alex were consenting adults and you were both happy with what was happening, then they wouldn’t stand in your way. But she can see your nervousness is deeper than just her blessing.
So your best friend asks, “What else are you worried about?”
“A lot of things.” You tell her as you press your lips against the rim of your wine glass.
“Like what?” She asks, entirely calm again until her eyes go wide when she realises she needs to know more information, “Wait, how serious is this? Or is this a one time thing?”
If only you got a phone call, maybe you’d know. But alas.
So you just start from the beginning, “When he came to my house, he asked me if I was nervous around him because I wanted to fuck him. And when I stumbled on an answer he kept talking about it and we kissed. And t-”
“Wait,” Katie’s jaw drops again and she almost shouts, “You kissed before we even got out?!”
“Yeah,” You nod, trying not to think about the singer's lips on your own as you continue to ramble on, “And then I blurted out that I don’t do one night stands and he said he never said he wanted one. And then I said I’ve never done a friends with benefits thing. And then he kept flirting and teasing me all night and then the next thing I know, he’s going down on me on the stupid fucking orange settee in his lounge.”
Hearing that, your best friend desperately tries and ultimately fails to keep herself together. She wants to scream from the rooftops, but she can see your hand is over your mouth like you’re afraid to open it again. She's never seen you internally cringe so much since the first person you slept with after your divorce years ago.
She’s trying to be the best friend she can to you, but ultimately she needs all the facts before she can give you her verdict, so she doesn’t really hesitate to ask, “How many times did he make you-”
“Five. I came five times.” You say through your fingers, as if you can’t believe it yourself.
“Fuck off!” Katie gasps and slaps your arm. You’re in the middle of saying ‘ow’ as she shouts, “Five times! You’re joking?!”
“No.” You shake your head, rubbing the spot she hit.
“Christ,” Your best friend looks at you a little jaw dropped again before she seems to regain some clarity when she tells you, “Hun, you are winning.”
“Yeah, well,” You mumble, shaking your head and taking a long sip of your wine, “That remains to be seen.”
“What do you mean?!” She hits you again then, and you frown at her as she groans, “I fucking wish-“
“Don’t,” you interrupt, holding your finger up, “You and Jamie have it very good! Don’t say-“
“Hun.” She deadpans, “We have a three year old child, do you think we have time for a session like that?”
“It wasn’t- He didn-“ You stumble on your words, feeling your cheeks get hot again and your heart start thudding embarrassingly fast as you explain in a whisper, “Some of it was the morning after.”
You can’t look at your best friend when you say that. Instead, you swirl your wine around your glass like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. It’s lucky you do though, because your best friend just about manages to pick up her jaw from the ground.
She starts grinning. “I can't wait to ask you every question under the sun about him now. I’ve not had the courage to fully ask the others. You’re my open book.” She chuckles, leaning forward to grab the bottle of wine from the coffee table before going to tip more into your glass, “Here, have some more wine.”
“Katie no, no.” You push the wine away from you, putting it down, your anxiety peeking at her finding this so funny when you’re about to have a meltdown. “This really isn't funny. Not today.” Only when you hide your face into your hands again does she realise you’re really on the verge of having a meltdown. You mumble, “I’m going to spiral and die.”
Katie decides to be serious for a second and comfort you. This has clearly been plaguing you and she can tell that you need her to forget that she knows him for a minute to help you work out what to do.
“Okay, then tell me, what are you so scared of?” Your best friend asks, looking at you sincerely when she says, “This could be so good for you, Y/N/N.”
It would be easier to ask what I’m not scared of, you think.
But you tell her the thoughts running through your mind, “I’m scared I'll be wasting my time. I’m scared he’s going to get bored of me. And I'm scared that I've not felt that good or that comfortable with anyone that quickly in a long time… Christ, we had barely had a full conversation before the other day and now look at me.” You gesture to your neck as you carry on, “Massive fucking lovebite on my neck that I can’t cover up for shit and-”
“Breathe, oh my god, take a minute.” Katie stops you before you can continue any further. Christ, you’ve really wound yourself up this time, so she promises you, “You’re okay. It's okay.”
“Is it though?” You inquire, “Because he said he was going to call and he hasn’t and I’m not sure I want him to because I feel like, I dont know, what the fuck- “
“Hun, listen to me, calm down.” Your best friend stops you from falling down the rabbit hole by grabbing your hand and giving it a firm squeeze as she again promises you, “You’re fine, this is fine. You’ve just tried before you buyed and that can’t hurt. Like if he was shit you could bin him off, but now you know you’re at least going to have exciting sex.”
“But is that enough?” You can’t help but wonder out loud, “I don’t even know if we’ve got anything in common, Kate.”
You’re not stupid. You know this thing doesn’t mean you’re in a relationship, but you can’t see yourself sleeping with someone for a long time if the only thing you have in common is liking to make each other climax. Christ, it’s too stressful, you’re really not cut out for this.
“You have lots in common,” She assures you, and she smiles a little as she admits, “I’m surprised that this hasn’t happened sooner if I’m honest.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?” You have to ask for your own peace of mind, “What if I make it awkward with Jamie and then you-”
“Y/N. Stop.” Your best friend interrupts, not letting you continue, “No spiralling allowed. Just let yourself enjoy it. God knows you deserve it.”
That, you can’t really disagree with. You’ve not been with anyone for a long while. You certainly deserve to have some fun, and considering she doesn’t seem to be fussed that the person you're having fun with is Alex, you guess that you’re willing to continue whatever this is if he wants to.
“But he didn’t call,” you say, and your voice breaks at the end.
Katie gives you a look. You don’t like that there’s a hint of pity in it. “I’m sure there’s a reason,” she assures you, then she thinks to ask the obvious question, “Did you give him your number?”
You blink at her. “Well, no,” You admit. You flush, looking away in embarrassment. “He said he’d call me like he already had my number. I just thought you or Jamie might have given it to him way before now. My number’s been the same for years.”
Katie can’t contain her small chuckle hearing that, “You’re stressed about this and you didn't even give him your number, Y/N.”
You smile hearing how it sounds, but stress, “He said it like he had it already, Kate.”
“I just think that you’re best not to stress out until you know for a fact he has your number. I haven’t given it to him before, I don’t know if Jamie has.” Your best friend smiles at you before picking up your wine again to give it to you. “Can ask Jamie if he has though. Jamie!”
Your stomach drops again at the thought of Alex possibly already having told Jamie and still no phone call from you. It worsens when you hear Jamie start coming down the stairs and Katie turns to you quickly and asks, “Please can I tell him?”
You start to bargain, “You can see if he knows but don't just outrig-“
“Okay deal,” Katie interrupts excitedly before shouting, “Jamie, come here.”
You both see him walk leisurely down the stairs and when he makes it to the hall, Katie waves him over, “J.” When he turns around and walks in, you see he’s on the phone.
“Yes if you still really want to. Kid is in bed so do not ring the doorbell. Right, bye.” The guitarist says before putting the phone down and back into his pocket as he gives Katie wide eyes and asks, “What darling, I’m trying to put your child to bed.”
Ignoring the ‘your’, Katie asks, “Jamie, did you know that Alex and Y/N shagged the other night?”
“Katie!” You shout, not believing she just told him like that.
“You’re joking!” Jamie’s eyes go wide in shock and he immediately looks from Katie to you asking, “Did you actually?!”
Katie teases and answers for you, “Yes, she did.” You want to curl up in a ball of embarrassment and die.
“Stop,” You close your eyes for a second, so you can ignore the smug look both the Cooks are giving you. “I’m fucking mortified.”
Regaining his ability to function properly after a shock like that, Jamie shakes his head and thinks out loud, “That makes so much sense now.”
You’re thankful Katie asks, “What does?”
“He’s been asking after you all weekend.” Jamie grins looking at you. “I was wondering why he was asking for your number.”
“Did you give it him?” Your best friend asks expectantly, needing to know to answer your earlier question.
And all is revealed when the guitarist admits, “Well, no.”
You breathe a little easier at the same time Katie scolds and slaps her husbands arm, yelling, “What the fuck Jamie, why?!”
“How was I meant to know they’d already fucked, Katie. Christ, that hurt.” He rubs his arm and backs away from the settee. “I didn’t think you’d want Alex trying to shag your best mate.”
The blonde shakes her head, “She’s been panicking all weekend because he’s not called her.”
“Wait, is this like a friends with b-” Jamie starts to question but his wife interrupts.
Thankfully she answers for you, a lot harsher than you would have probably gone, but at least you don’t have to comment after she tells him, “She would know what they were if you gave him her phone number, you moron.”
“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t know.” The guitarist apologises sincerely.
You assure him, “It’s okay, J,” before finishing what's left in your wine glass.
It wasn’t like he was meant to know. And you’re very grateful that Alex hadn’t already told him. But your best friend isn’t so forgiving.
“No it’s not.” Katie frowns at her husband, “You should have given it to him straight away. You know they’d be good together, we’ve talked about it before!”
“Three fucking years ago, Kate.” He reminds her, before once again apologising to you, “Sorry, Y/N.”
But after hearing that, it’s your turn to be jaw dropped, “What?”
Katie sighs, clearly hoping to never have to tell you this but she admits, “I was going to set you up with him before he got with Taylor, but then he went back to LA and next thing we knew he had a girlfriend.”
The mention of Taylor and the memory of what happened there cracks open a whole other can of worries in your head, but thankfully you don’t have to deal with that today. You keep that buried as you hear the Cook’s front door open and a familiar voice rings out into their house, “Hello.”
Your eyes go wide as you ask, “Is that?”
“Alex, yes.” Your nightmare is confirmed by Jamie as tells you and his wife, “He’s calling round for his guitar that he left the other day.”
You try and hide yourself back into the settee, mumbling, “Fuck my life.”
“Sounds like he did.” Katie smirks, which makes Jamie laugh. You want to die.
But unfortunately, you can’t call her out on it because Alex walks into the room. Of course, he looks fucking drool worthy and he’s not even trying, jeans, white top, and a mustard cardigan. His hair still at that awkward unruly length where he couldn’t yet style it so he just let it be and god you hate him for looking so good.
He’s smiling when he comes into the room clearly pleased to see his friends but when his eyes drop to you, there’s a certain look in his eye that has your skin erupting in goosebumps. A knowing look that for a brief moment, everything that happened over the weekend floods back to the forefront of both of your minds.
As you’re silently seething at him for looking like a wet dream come to life, your best friend gets up with a big grin on her face and she hugs the singer quickly.
“Hey, youuu.” She draws out in a way that is so telling, you want the earth to swallow you whole.
Never in your life did you think Katie Cook would be so fucking shit at being subtle. But apparently when it's best friends involved, subtlety doesn’t exist.
“Katie.” Alex smiles at her, clearly realising why she was being so over the top. Regardless, he hugs her back before releasing her, and then his eyes land on you and he nods a silent hello and smiles, “Y/N.”
Your smile back at him, and it's clear for everyone to see that you’re a little embarrassed, but that's no surprise when gossip is in the air. If ever they thought you would be a little more reserved, it was certainly in a situation like this.
“I’ll get you another glass of wine, Y/N.” Katie comes back towards you, which is a little ridiculous considering your glass is quite full from the hearty pour she gave you earlier. Still, she grabs it, then nods at Alex. “I’m assuming you’re driving, Al, so I’ll make you a brew.”
He nods and smiles, “Thanks love.” Katie grins back, before turning towards her husband.
“Jamie,” she demands, “Kitchen now.”
The guitarist isn’t one to go against his wife, so he stands up without a word and follows her into the kitchen. As soon as the door is closed, Alex looks down at you and states, “So… You told Katie then.”
Please God let the earth swallow me whole right this very second. Please… Please… Please… Fucking dick.
“Couldn’t really keep it from her,” You shrug, defending yourself. After all, it’s entirely your decision who you tell or not. You can feel yourself get all hot and bothered at the subtle mention of it, “She’s my best friend and you work with her husband so I-”
“Don’t look so panicked,” Alex says as he takes the seat next to yours. He tells you, “It’s okay. It’s not a secret.”
As he passes by, you get hit with the now familiar scent of eucalyptus and it throws you right back to being in the shower, him pressing you up against the glass with his fingers inside of you. It hits you all at once making it difficult to think but ultimately you know you have to carry on and not give into what you can only describe as war flashbacks.
You’re about to carry on, “I-” But Alex cuts you off;
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” He tells you sincerely. He looks into your eyes as he softly admits, “I’ve been trying to get your number off Jamie for the last two days and he was being a stubborn piece of shit.”
“It’s okay…” You find yourself relaxing as you tell him, “I think he’s about to be ripped a new arsehole for that, so no need for you to go in on him.”
Alex snorts at that, expecting nothing less from Mrs Cook’s wrath. As his laughter subsides though, he takes his phone from his pocket and holds it out to you, “Can I get your number then, please?”
You’re almost shocked for a second, but instead of letting that show, you nod, “Yeah.” You take it from him.
He lets you navigate your way around the phone until you’re typing the numbers into a new contact. It takes you less than 30 seconds to create your contact, save it and hand it back to him, but he surprises you when he then taps a button and puts the phone to his ear.
Clearly, you know it’s your phone that’s about to ring, so you raise your eyebrows and ask, “Did you think I’d give you a fake one?”
It’s no surprise at all that your phone starts buzzing away on the coffee table where you put it down earlier. You don’t even make an attempt to get it, you just watch as Alex smiles almost victoriously and tells you, “Just making sure.”
Both of you share a smile then, but unfortunately, it only lasts a minute because the married couple comes back in with your drinks. Katie is still grinning like she's just won the lottery when she sees the two of you beside each other, “Took my seat, did you, Al?”
“Sorry,” He apologises and goes to stand up, “I can-”
“No, no,” Katie stops him, instead she heading to sit on the other side of the settee, “Stay sat next to your l-
“Do not finish that sentence,” you interrupt, but it’s too late.
She trails off singing, “Loverrr.”
Never before have you wished you could die but it looks like now's the time. Fucks sake.
Alex presses his lips together, finding this a little too funny even though he shouldn’t. He doesn’t mind her taking the piss a little. It wasn’t like he ever told her he was interested in her best friend before, so he guesses this is to be expected. It’s something he needs to take on the chin. Your reaction however, he finds hilarious.
“I hate you,” You frown, rightfully demanding, “Give me my wine.” Your hand reaches out expectantly.
And thank Christ she’s poured you a large glass, because you definitely need it. As soon as it’s in your hand, you take a long sip of it, needing it as a coping mechanism at this point.
You don’t care if they are all looking at you, you just need the wine. Who would have ever thought this would be a Monday night? You’re certainly going to regret this tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care at this moment.
“So…” Katie trails off, still grinning. She's now sitting beside Jamie on the other side of the corner settee, so you can’t even kick her.
Alex repeats, “So…”
But you're still looking at your best friend and you hate the way she’s smiling like the Cheshire Cat. You warn her, “Stop grinning, you’re making me so uncomfortable.”
“But there’s much to smile about.” She teases, looking at you and Alex and getting even more excited.
“Stop it.” You tell her, reaching across and managing to slightly kick her shin. She fakes a gasp as the lads laugh.
“Who knew you were so feisty.”
Jamie smirks, adding to the jokes because he can’t help himself, “Alex might have some insight on that now.” Alex takes a sip of his brew that his mate previously handed him so he doesn’t give away any reaction to that.
You don’t have quite the same reaction. Instead, you threaten him, “Imma ram your guitar up your arse if you don’t close your mouth.”
Katie sees her opportunity to joke and takes it without a second thought, “Ooo, kinky.”
It makes Jamie laugh and Alex can’t hold his chuckle. You just end up closing your eyes, wishing they would just give you a break. This time, you choose not to respond to it, instead taking another long sip of your wine.
The next five minutes are filled with subtle hints that you don't rise to, and thankfully a normal conversation ends up seeping back in. You don’t nearly speak up as often as you usually would. Although that could be down to the wine, you know it’s because you’re biting your tongue so you don’t accidentally get more jokes thrown your way.
You’re happy slowly drinking your wine and people watching how the three of them play into their dynamic. It's clear they have been friends for so long, and it’s really endearing to see how comfortable they are together. It makes you all the more glad to have Katie in your life, someone who makes you feel so at ease and gently pushes your boundaries from time to time, but it ultimately makes you closer.
You're so lost in your thoughts that you don’t really pay much attention to the conversation at all. In fact, you couldn’t tell any of them what it was about, but you didn’t exactly mind until Katie realises you’ve been mostly silent for a while now and she can’t help but tease you again.
“Nothing to add, Y/N/N?” Your best friend asks you, and when you tune back in and realise you’ve got no clue what they are on about, you just press your lips together and gently shake your head. You would hope it’d get you off the hook for not listening, but you’re not so lucky.
Instead it makes Katie’s smile grow, and she has the opportunity to lightheartedly tease again, “Cat got your tongue? Or is your throat sore?”
It takes everything in you not to spontaneously combust, because you’re sure you could with how hot your cheeks immediately go. You make sure you avoid all eye contact with Alex so you can get your response out, “Ride on that, slut.” You accompany it with your middle finger.
“Come on, lighten up.” She laughs, “Jesus, who knew you could be this quiet with enough wine?” Your best friend jokes, and your lips tug up into a smile when she continues, “Is this a miracle?”
Jamie knows his wife is just trying to include you in the conversation again, so he chips in on the joke and adds, “Should I check if pigs are flying outside?”
“Nice to finally get a word in.” Alex chuckles in jest, looking from you with a smile and back to Katie and Jamie who are already giggling too.
His comment feels like a bullet to the chest though and the smile instantly falls from your face. It makes you remember him telling you to be quiet in bed with him, and again now. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and disappear. It's not your fault you’re a chatty person or if you nervously ramble, it makes you feel so insecure and that’s not how you want to feel on top of everything tonight.
You release a short sigh and mumble under your breath, “Like you ever talked to me before you wanted to fuck me.” You take a sip of your wine and focus on the happy couple across from you.
In your peripherals, you see the singer's head snap back to look at you, but you pay him no attention after that comment. You still just want to disappear into the settee though, especially after that comment.
Thankfully the Cook’s have continued on with their little jokes and have paid you no attention. Jamie turns back from looking out of the window and tells you like it’s breaking news, “No flying pigs, must mean you’re okay?”
“Mmm,” You hum, taking another sip of your wine like you believe that’s the only reason you’re well. Playing up to it, you ask, “What was the topic of conversation?”
Now, when Katie sees an opportunity, she rarely doesn’t take it. So you’ve pretty much lined it up for her when she lies and says, “We were discussing if mirror sex, choking, or dirty talk is most advantageous to encourage a woman to climax? Care to share your view?”
And with that, you’re gone.
“Right.” You down your wine then, feeling your cheeks go uncharted hot in embarrassment, and you stand up in protest, announcing, “I’m walking home.”
Looking at the clock you see it’s almost 10 anyway and you have to be up early for work, so it’s best you head out of this mad house sooner rather than later. And it will give you a break from having fun poked at you.
Katie starts manically laughing at that, and Jamie chuckles. Alex does too, but he can’t help but offer, “I’ll drive you.”
“It’s fine,” you brush him off, not needing the extra awkwardness that a journey home with him would entail. That, and you don’t want to be a burden to him. “I can walk.”
“I literally drive past your house.” Alex turns to you. He insists, “I’ll drive you.”
“Okay,” you give in, knowing you’ll feel safer and it’s fucking freezing out. “Thank you.”
He smiles at you then and you just about smile back, before you turn and go to get your coat
“Ever the gentleman, Alexander.” Katie smiles and just as you're about to leave the room, she stops you and stands up, “Y/N, a word please.”
You suppress your sigh, abandoning your mission to get your coat and get out to head into the kitchen with your best friend. As soon as the door is closed, you wish you never bothered though.
“What are you wearing under here?” Katie grins, spinning you around so she can get her hands on the bottom of your hoodie. She tries to lift it up as she asks, “Do you need to change into something sexy real quick?”
“I’m not shagging him tonight, Katie.” You say seriously, but you can’t stop laughing as you pull your hoodie back down, “Stop.”
“Come onnnnn.” She whines, but giggles again when she starts trying to get at you again.
“Katie,” You warn her again, pushing her off you and you can’t help but laugh and yell, “Jamie! Get your wife off me!”
Thankfully, your hero Jamie Cook comes to your rescue and when he’s in the room she lets you go. As you make your way out, you briefly brush past Alex who’s heading into the kitchen with the empty mugs he and Jamie had.
You look at the ground, not daring to look at him after the shite your best friend has just been spouting. You head towards the front door with Jamie in tow behind you. Once the mugs are in the sink, Alex is about to head back towards the lounge to grab his jacket, but Katie gets his attention instead.
“Al, despite what you’ve just seen me do, don’t tease her.” Katie tells him quietly, being serious for a second when she says, “She doesn’t like to be teased.”
He raises his eyebrows and tells your best friend, “I beg to differ.” You definitely like to be teased, both verbally and physically.
Katie has to mute the laugh that she wants to let out, because she needs to be serious when she tells him, “In this setting, dipshit. Don’t tease her. Don’t make her overthink it.”
“She’s overthinking what?” He frowns a little, not understanding what you could be worried about when everything was out in the open and it wasn’t a secret.
“Nothing yet.” Katie doesn’t spill all your secrets. She thinks it's best to let you settle for a while now after knowing it wasn’t on purpose that he didn’t call. But she needs Alex to know, “But if you tease her, she will. Be gentle.”
Alex has to press his lips together for a second to try not to smile, because he knows all too well you don’t like it gentle either. He tells your best friend, “You’re making it difficult not to make jokes.”
“Just give her an easy time of it. I can get away with stuff, but she still doesn’t know you or your humour very well.” She raises her eyebrows when she says, “And you certainly don’t know hers.”
Alex begs to differ though, “I think we’re quite similar, are we not?”
“That’s something you should be finding out for yourself.” She pats his cheek a few times, and she grins when she says, “You picked a gooden, darling, you just got to not fuck whatever it is up.” But all of that means nothing without the threat of, “Or you’ll have me to answer to.”
And Christ if that isn’t warning enough, Alex doesn’t know what is.
~*~*~*~
“You’re being weird.” Alex finally says.
You’ve been alone in the car with him for two long awkwardly silent minutes. Looking out of the passenger window like the roads were the most interesting thing in the world in effort to not have to communicate with the singer.
This time you’re singing a Sam Fender song in your head to bypass the time, trying and failing not to feel disgustingly awkward around him. But you can feel the tension in the air. You can feel the way his eyes keep lingering on you, the way he wants to initiate a conversation but is waiting for you to. Good luck to him. After that comment earlier, you certainly won’t be doing that.
Clearly he feels the atmosphere between you as well. The ‘you’re being weird’ was entirely unprompted considering you’re just sitting in his car, rubbing your hands slightly in your lap because of the cold.
“No, I’m not.” You glance at him a little shocked he even said anything.
“You are,” Alex tells you, glancing at you and when his eyes find yours, you can see they are knowing ones. After you look away from him, he asks, “Do you regret it?”
“No, I-” You pause before deciding to be entirely honest, but it makes your cheeks hot when you admit, “I really don’t.”
It makes Alex very happy hearing that, but it doesn’t explain your behaviour, so he presses on, “Then why are you being quiet?”
“Because I don’t want to annoy you.” You say quietly, still not really wanting to look at him again.
“You don’t annoy me, Y/N.” Alex assures you as he looks over at you again before turning the corner at the junction.
You frown at that, your head snapping back to look at him when you begin to argue, “But you said-”
“I was joking, sweet,” Alex interrupts, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable around him at all. He manages to look at you as he says with a cheeky smile, “It’s endearing when you run your mouth, even more so when you can't keep quiet in bed.”
The mention of it has your body flashing with heat. You have to stop yourself from shuddering at the thought. You warn him, looking away embarrassed, “Not helping.”
Alex laughs a little at that, but he wants you to open up with him, so he asks again in a chirpy tone, “What’s up? Come on, tell me.”
“I just- I’m in my head about it a bit.” Trying to explain as best you can, you continue, “Thought I’d really fucked things between me and Katie when you didn’t call… And I know it’s not your fault, I should have just given you my number, but the way you said it made it sound like you already had it. I was panicking thinking I can never be in same room as you and t-” You catch yourself, hearing how you must sound so you stop and sigh, “I'm rambling again.”
“It’s cute.” Alex smiles almost wishing he wasn’t driving so he could study your reactions.
“It’s not cute,” You shake your head, smiling a little when you admit, “I was ready to bin your albums.”
Alex’s jaw drops hearing that, and he sees you already looking at him when he asks, “You were going to bin my music?”
You nod, confirming it’s the truth, “Puppets albums, too. Maybe even Miles’ from the association.”
“Terrible.” He chuckles, unable to stop smiling as he turns the corner onto your road.
Thankfully after that, the last 30 seconds of the journey to yours is a silent but comfortable one. You’re a little surprised he remembers your house number as he pulls up exactly outside it, but as you’re taking your seatbelt off and Alex pulls the handbrake up, there’s an expectant air between you where you both clearly want to say what’s whirring around your minds.
You’re silently talking yourself up. Just do it, Y/N. Ask him. Ask what he wants. Ask if he wants you again. Tell him your conditions. Come on, do it. Don’t be a pussy and do it.
Do. It.
Before you scare yourself out of saying it, you blurt out, “Do you want to fuck me again?” But at the same time Alex asks, “Can I take you out?”
Alex answers you before you can even really process what he asked, “Yes.”
“Well you’re not going to until you get to know me better.” You give your ultimatum, “I need to feel comfortable around you so if you want this,” You gesture between the two of you, “To continue for a while, we need to get to know each other.”
You don’t want it to seem like you’re asking for a relationship out of him, because you’re really not. All you want is to not act so awkwardly around him all the time. You don’t want to be the nervous rambling girl he fucked once upon a time, you want to be entirely yourself. You want him to know you properly. Experience you at your very best.
“So I’ll ask again,” Alex smiles, not having an issue with your proposal at all, “Can I take you out?”
You grin back, trying to ignore the way he’s looking at you makes you want to melt. You agree, “Yeah, when and where?”
“Tomorrow night?” Alex suggests, “Could just come to mine and we can talk? Start off small and go from there?”
“I think we’d both just fuck again if we did that.” You say honestly, “Need to go out somewhere to start with.”
You just know you’d cave if he started teasing you again. You feel all gooey at the thought of it now, and it’s not like you don’t want him to touch you again, but you need to set that boundary for yourself. And you’re thankful Alex seems to be willing to work with you. But not without making your squirm somehow.
“Is it the worst thing if we fucked again?” Alex grins, and it’s a cheeky one. A smile that makes your heart race.
“No,” You admit, “But I’d like to feel comfortable enough around you to not be nervous all the time.”
Alex nods understanding entirely. He didn’t really expect you to be okay with just fucking him and then leaving it until the next time. He knew some work would have to be done in between and getting to know you really isn’t a hardship for him. That would be trying to let himself open up to you.
“Okay well, what about the cinema?” Alex thinks out loud.
“I’m not one to not watch a film so if you’re suggesting that so we can just get off with each other in the back like teenagers in American films, that won’t work for you either.” You prewarn him.
“Believe it or not, Y/N,” the singer starts, incapable of not grinning. Of course you would think he’d try to start something in a cinema. He assures you, “I really like watching films, so I’d be sharing popcorn with you and that’s about it.”
You smile, liking the sound of that, but curiosity gets the better of you, “Sweet or salted?”
“Salted.” Alex tells you.
And that makes you gasp. No one else you know likes salted popcorn. You’re always forced to eat sweet all the time when you’re out with your friends or family.
“Thank god someone else likes salted popcorn!” You say rather excitedly, already practically tasting it on your tongue. It makes you all the more excited for tomorrow now.
It makes Alex all the more enamoured by you. And he can’t help but think it's rather funny that you seem very excited by the thought of salted popcorn when he now associates you with sweet.
“When do you want to go?” Alex inquires.
You think about it for a second before you realise it doesn’t matter too much, “I finish work at half four, so anytime after five.”
Alex nods, knowing that works for him completely fine. It’s not that he has any work to do considering he’s not due back out on tour until way into the new year. He can work around you entirely, and he hopes that you can make the most of each other's company until then.
But then he realises he doesn’t know maybe one of the most obvious things he should know about you. He asks curiously, “Where do you work?”
“At the high school that’s like ten minutes away.” You tell him and you can see the surprise fill his features.
“You’re a teacher?” Alex asks with clearly shocked eyes, and when you nod, he looks even more shocked, following up with, “What do you teach?”
You shake your head, finding this a little too funny. He knows how to make you cum but he doesn’t know what you teach. This is so backwards it’s difficult not to laugh, “This is why I need you to get to know me.”
“You’re letting me take you out on a school night,” Alex realises, sarcastically adding, “Scandalous.”
“Shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes, before you tell him off in true teacher fashion, “And I’m not impressed with you anyway.”
The singer smiles, “Why, sweet?”
Trying not to get all flushed at the nickname, you scorn him, “You gave me a massive fucking love bite on my neck, and now I’ve got to wear a fucking scarf whilst I’m teaching.”
Alex chuckles, but he stops himself to say a quick, “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” You narrow your eyes.
“You’re right,” He lets his smile shine straight through now, admitting, “I’m not.”
You tut at that, still trying to be serious when you truthfully tell him, “I had to go out and buy turtlenecks earlier.”
“It’s the weather for it at least.” Alex smiles, not finding a bone in his body that makes him regret ever leaving a mark on you. He would make them all again given the chance. “I’m sure no one would notice”
“In what world.” You ask, moving the collar of your hoodie so he can see the mark he gave you.
And Alex’s lips tingle and his dick twitches at the sight of it. It’s so prominent on your skin, easy for anyone to see that someone had claimed you as their own in the heat of the moment. He doesn’t blame you for covering it, but Christ he wants to make more of them.
Despite him seeing how bad his mark is, he plays it off like you could have gotten away with it, “I’m sure the kids wouldn’t have noticed.”
“I teach sixth formers.” You tell him, “They definitely would have and they’d have called me out on it, too.”
“Oh dear.” Alex chuckles, and he promises you with a playful smirk, “Scouts honour I’ll leave one you can hide next time.”
“One track mind.” You chuckle and shake your head before opening the door and getting out of the car, “Good night, Alex.”
“Wait a second.” Alex laughs, winding his window down so he can catch your attention again.
“What?” You ask as you step onto the pavement and lean down so you can continue to speak to him.
“You never told me what you teach.” Alex says as you lower yourself to his height again.
You smile at the fact he even wanted to know. But you don’t hesitate to tell him, “I teach economics.”
“That’s interesting.” Alex hums, his gaze subtly falling to your lips with you being back in such close proximity to him.
You hum in agreement, “It is.” knowing what he’s doing but choosing not to pursue that right now.
When his brown eyes look back up and meet your pretty ones, Alex smiles when you say, “Thanks for the lift.”
“Anytime.” The singer grins, “Night, Y/N/N.”
You smile and maybe it’s liquid courage that makes you lean in to kiss his cheek, but you don’t regret it for a second, “Night, tax evader. See you tomorrow.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Over the past fortnight, you and Alex saw each other a handful of times. Two of which you were out with your friends and three times it was just you and him. The first was the cinema like you agreed on which went very well.
The two of you stopped at a nearby restaurant to get some food before the showing where you found out a fair amount about each other. Thankfully, nothing put you off him in the slightest and with the way you were both quietly giggling and chatting at the comedic moments the film had and still after it finished when he drove you home, you like to think that he had a good time with you as well.
Nothing happened that night, nor did it on Friday night when he took you out again. This time it was a stand up open mic night he took you to and it was a lot of fun. Again, you felt a lot more comfortable with him, so many less awkward moments than there were when he first picked you up earlier in the week.
Alex couldn’t help but find your nervous rambling endearing though, but with them you always had something interesting to say which sparked up more conversation between you. The singer kept making mental notes of your likes and dislikes and you found that you got on incredibly well and you had a lot in common, just like he previously guessed you would.
Saturday night followed and per tradition, you and Katie had your wine night at hers, this time joined by Kelly and Kirsten. Yes, you were teased quite a bit by them when they found out, but thankfully when the boys came back from their night at the pub slightly earlier than expected, you weren’t teased when they joined you.
Instead, the alcohol had loosened your lips and you were very engaged in the conversations going on. There were brief moments when you lost yourself though and they were down to Alex.
You would catch him looking at you, and the looks were nowhere near friendly like he would glance at the other girls. There was something behind them and he made that clear with the way his eyes would fall to your tits or to your lips. Subtle clearly wasn’t his forte when he was horny and tipsy.
All of that just increased the sexual tension between you though, which you guess couldn’t hurt if you were to eventually use each other again. Something that as the days went on, you silently prayed for.
Wednesday ended up being a random night out for you all. It was Kelly’s night with the kids and she invited the Cooks out to go bowling after school, something which you and Alex ended up being invited to so you could fill up the extra spots they were paying for.
It turned out to be a good game, the kids enjoying themselves which was the most important thing, but it was also fun because you and Alex had a little competition going. When Alex guttered his second ball and he caught you snorting at his mistake, you ended up playing to try and beat no one else but him.
It was fun, the way you could feel his eyes on you as you threw the ball. And when you’d turn back after each shot, whether it was a good one or not, he would always be looking at you with a smirk. You think he liked that you gave him pretty much all of your attention, but you didn’t even try to hide how happy it makes you in the moment.
Unfortunately, you ended up losing your little rivalry by a measly 5 points. Alex acted like it’s a 50 points defeat, rubbing it in. You poked his side which made him jump to try and teach him a lesson, but it just made him chuckle. He threw his arm over your shoulder as all of you walked out of the bowling alley.
Friday night rolled around again and the big group of you went out to a bar together. The way you and Alex were around each other that night made it difficult to keep to your ultimatum.
Despite knowing him a lot better, you still hadn’t touched each other since your first night together. Yes there were lingering touches, the brush of his fingers on your skin that lit a fire inside you, but nothing more. That night, however, was more than just lust-filled longing glances at each other.
As soon as there was a hint of alcohol in both of your systems, Alex barely left your side. You always had his hand either lingering around your back in an effort to keep you close or resting his palm over your jeans-covered thigh. Sometimes, he would squeeze you to keep you on your toes. He certainly had your heart racing.
It was difficult to keep your mind from wandering, but you’re only human. You allowed yourself to ever so slightly lean into his touch on occasion, let him press you against his body and subtly flirt back with him both physically and verbally. But even when you bid each other goodbye that night, you didn’t even get a kiss, which left you needy and wanting him after he’d been such a tease all evening.
Wine night was again the following day, this time it was just you and Katie. You couldn’t get the feelings from the previous night out of your head still. He felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch as you weren’t really aware of the protocol between you, especially since Alex had been the one to arrange your previous encounters.
Thankfully, tonight Alex had messaged you on the off chance you were free. Since you were doing nothing but spinning your LPs, you agreed to let him whisk you away to an impromptu dinner. It was nice, nothing out of the ordinary now, just the both of you sharing more stories about your lives over a few drinks before you suggested finishing the bottle of wine that you bought for the table back at your house.
The energy between you tonight was nothing short of electric. Every longing glance between you felt like a bullet striking you. God, was he good at looking at you like he wanted to devour you. He was able to flick the switch between friendly to flirty in such a natural and smooth way that he always took you by surprise. Forever giving you goosebumps, making you press your thighs together, and heating your cheeks.
You’d been back at yours for about half an hour when Alex got up to search for another record to put on. He settled for an old French album he hadn’t long since discovered which he was surprised to find stacked on your shelf. Again, he complimented your taste and collection.
His praise still made you feel all gooey inside which mixed with the alcohol was stirring up more sinful desires in you. It only got worse when he spotted tarot cards on your shelf beside a few of your ornaments. It made Alex tease you a little more before he fully realised that you found that sort of stuff quite interesting.
The singer came and sat beside you, even closer than before, as you explained it to him. And despite you knowing he wasn’t retaining any information, the smile he had on that pretty face of his kept you talking at him. He couldn’t help but grin a little more when you mentioned that you can read palms too.
“You can read palms?” He asks, all wide-eyed and disbelieved.
“Yeah, it’s really easy.” You grab his hand that’s closest to you to show him what you mean. “See, you have five main lines on your palm: Life, Head, Heart, Fate, and Sun.” You trace each one as you go.
“The life line, despite what you may already think, doesn't mean how long you’re gonna live. It can mean a bunch of different things like big changes in your life or good genes. People also think that if it’s a bit straighter on some people's hands it can mean you’re more cautious when it comes to relationships.” You say as you let your finger trail up the line that starts from the base of his palm up and around the ball of his thumb.
“The head line is about your knowledge and creativity, so if it's straighter on some people it means they tend to think more realistically. A curved line can mean you're more artsy and creative too.” You smile, seeing that his head line is a little curved, matching what he’s like in life. After that you move on to the line that runs just under the bottom of his fingers, “The heart line is to do with romance and emotional stability, so like yours is short and curved so that tends to mean someone is more private about relationships and stuff which makes sense considering you’re a private person.”
Alex can’t help but mostly watch you as he listens to you tell him about your little hobby. He finds it funny that you know all of this stuff, but he finds himself entranced as he can’t stop looking at your lips as you’re sitting so close to him. He wants them on his own again, the kisses on the cheek when you were saying goodbye to each other the last few times he’d seen you weren’t enough. He’s so enamoured he almost forgets to look at the lines you’re showing him.
“Fate line is how likely you are to follow certain paths in your life. And the sun line means different things for everyone, depending on how prominent it is.” You explain, glancing at him still smiling away as you continue, “Yours is deep and that means you’re successful and it's theorised that you can get famous from it which I guess is right in your case. Mine is quite clear and that means I have good taste in literature and art.”
Alex can’t help but quietly tease, “And you’ve only got good taste in that because it’s written on your palm then, not because you actually have a fully functioning brain and can appreciate masterpieces for what they are?”
“It’s all just a bit of fun, Al. It’s interesting!” You laugh but you have to defend yourself.
“Very interesting how you know all about it.” Alex grins, loving the way he has all of your attention when he jokes, “Is there a delusional line that I should look out for?”
“Okay,” You fake a pout, but then you remember what you found in his car on the way home from the cinema, “I don’t tease you because you still have Match Attack cards from when you were a teenager.”
“Hey,” He gasps, ready to defend himself in an instant, “My Mum gave me them back, it's not something I still do.”
And you know this. When you saw the files of them on the backseat of his car, you questioned him on them and he told you his Mum found them and gave them back to him. But that’s currently your only leverage so you use it against him.
“Regardless,” You raise your eyebrows, a smile playing on your lips, “Still just as nerdy.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Alex rolls his eyes and holds his hand out to you, “Let me see your palm then. Let me try and read you.”
You try and fail not to let your smile show as big as you want as you hold your palm out to him. The singer shuffles even closer to you, so your thighs and shoulders are pressed together and you're cosy beside each other.
He lets a finger trail down your palm as he asks, “Remind me where the delusional line is?”
You scoff, pulling your hand from his and flipping two fingers up at him, “It's here.”
The singer laughs loudly at that then before gently grabbing your hand and opening it back up to focus on your palm. He traces the lines there gently and it sets your skin ablaze, tingles running though your skin.
He looks at your hand so intently for about 10 seconds before gently humming, “Hmmm, interesting.”
“Why?” You ask, a smile growing on your lips as you ask, “What are you thinking?”
He tells you, “I’m seeing quite a lot.”
“Oh, you’re seeing it?” You grin, playing along.
“Of course,” The singer looks at you, his eyes full of playfulness, “I’m a professional.”
You nod, trying not to laugh, “Of course.”
Eyes back on your palm, you try not to think about the way his touch makes you almost shiver. But then you start focusing on his hands.
Those hands that made you come undone so easily. Those fingers that had been inside you and made you feel things you hadn’t felt from anyone other than yourself for the longest time. The thought makes your breath shallow and your thighs press that little bit closer together.
“Wow,” Alex continues, “I can see this really clear.”
You ask, your cheeks starting to hurt from grinning for so long, “Really?
“What?” Alex looks at you again, he makes you feel hot under his gaze when he asks, “You don't believe me?”
“No, I do,” You lie without hesitation, loving how playful this feels, “I’m just curious about your professional opinion.”
“Well,” Alex smirks and then glances at you out of the corner of his eye, “You're in luck because I can see it all right now.”
“Right.” You nod, a little giggle falling from your lips too.
Alex loves hearing it and knowing he’s the cause of it. Even the way you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing so you can carry on playing along, he finds it adorable. But he doesn’t stop; he carries on, loving the way you react to him.
“Wow, oh wow.” Alex drops his jaw, pretending to be completely enthralled in reading your palm. Now he nods, “Yeah, that's really clear.”
You smile, full of curiosity, “What is?”
“I’m seeing,” Alex looks up from your palm with a smile playing on his lips, and tells you confidently, “That you’re going to fuck a rockstar.”
It takes everything in you not to laugh. All you can do is tilt your head and ask him with your lips twitching up, “Is that so?”
“Yeah…” Alex nods, intertwining your fingers with his now and he gives you a little tug to encourage you closer, “I’m happy to oblige, if you’d like that?”
You don’t hesitate to move where he wants you, even closer when you move so you’re straddling his lap and Alex’s free hand finds your hip and he pulls you that bit closer before letting his thumb run over your skin that's showing from the way your top has ridden up.
You’re smirking at each other, knowing exactly where this is headed now. The tension of the night building has hit its peak and this is it.
“You seem very confident about this reading.” You grin.
Alex’s smirk only grows at that, but this time he leans in so he can whisper as his lips brush up your neck towards your ear, “It’s written on your palm, I’m just offering you my body here.”
You hum at that, letting your free hand move to the back of his neck and up so your fingers could root through his hair. What you don’t expect is that when you give it a small tug so you could see him as you spoke to him, it causes the man that's under you to grip your hip tighter and buck up into you. You gasp at the friction.
Alex moves back from your neck after leaving a gentle kiss there, and he’s smirking when you say breathlessly, “I’m getting the sense that you only wanted me to read your palm so you could tell me that really shit pick up line.”
“Can’t be that shit if you’re in my lap, sweet.” Alex raises his eyebrows cockily at you, a devilish grin playing on his lips.
And God, you want to kiss it off. So much so that you narrow your eyes and say, “Oh, shut up,” before your lips hungrily find his.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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I wanna be yours | Elijah Hewson x reader
Summary: In which Elijah Hewson finds himself falling in love with the sister of a famous singer.
Pairing: Elijah Hewson x fem!Turner!reader
Warnings: Badly written story. (sorry guys)
A/n: the reader is about 24 so she’s way younger than Alex (hard truth; she wasn’t planned)
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It wasn’t a secret that the Turner siblings had a big age gap. At 13 years old, Alex was blessed with the birth of his baby sister. At first he wasn’t thrilled but when his sister finally arrived he was more than happy. He couldn’t deny the fact that he loved her more than anything, he promised his mother that he would protect and take care of her for the rest of his life. And he did, Alex made sure that every guy that came into her life treated her right and if they didn’t they were in a lot of trouble. At 16 years old Alex started a band with his friends and 3 year old Y/n was his biggest fan. She was at all the band meetings, the repetitions and even at their first gig.
Throughout the years Y/n grew up and became more interested in boys. Whenever Y/n came home with a boyfriend or just a boy in general, Alex made sure that he was a good guy and if they weren’t he made sure that they were too scared to even come back.
Y/n became older and Alex’s band became famous. Y/n loved being at their concerts and made sure to tell everyone how awesome her brother was. When she was 17 she discovered her passion for playing guitar. With a little help of her brother, she became talented in playing the guitar.
Now a 24 year old Y/n and a 37 year old Alex were closer than ever before. The Arctic Monkeys were extremely successful and Y/n couldn’t be more proud of her older brother. Y/n started her own music school for kids and teens who want to learn and play guitar just like her. But her full time job was supporting her brother at his concerts. Y/n tried her best to be at all of the concerts and she made sure to show everyone how proud she was.
“So have you guys found a new opener for your shows yet?” Y/n asked her brother while pouring herself a drink in his dressing room. “Matt found this new band who want to open up for us.” Alex answered getting of the sofa to get ready for the show. “Oh and have you met them yet?” the younger Turner asked. “I haven’t but Matt has and he said that they’re good so guess I have to believe him.” Alex answered walking towards his closet and pulling his suit out. “Alright sis I need to get dressed so I’ll see you after the show.” He said giving his sister a kiss on her forehead. “Alright, good luck.” She said before walking out of his dressing room.
Y/n made her way trough the corridors to get to her spot for the concert, she looked around the big hallways and couldn’t deny that she was lost. She didn’t know where she was supposed to go. She turned around a corner and walked further along the hallway. After walking for what felt like half an hour, Y/n finally saw someone who might know the way to the concert hall. “Hey sir can I ask you something.” She called out to the man in front of her. The guy turned around and y/n was met with the prettiest guy she had ever seen. “Sure.” He answered looking at the girl. His brown eyes looked directly into hers. “Do you maybe know where the private upper levels are?” She asked nervously. The boy gave her a smile before saying. “Sure, I’ll lead you the way.” The pair walked trough the hallways. “So, what’s your name.” The boy asked trying to make the walk less akward. “I’m y/n.” She told him. The pair turned a corner and walked further along. “What’s your name?” Y/n asked the brunette in front of her. “I’m Elijah but you can call me Eli.” He answered. “What brings you here Eli?” The girl asked. “I’m part of the band that’s opening for the band.” Eli said. “Oh that’s awesome. What instrument do you play?” Y/n asked. “I’m the lead singer but I also play the guitar.” The boy answered. The pair chatted a bit longer before they finally arrived at the upper levels.
“So here it is.” Eli said giving y/n a smile. “I have to get back to the dressing room because we have to be on stage in 10 minutes.” He said giving her one last smile before turning to walk out of the door. “It was nice meeting you Eli.” Y/n smiled after him. “I hope I’ll see you again Y/n” the brunette said before walking away into the hallway.
Y/n took a seat in one of the chairs sitting next to Amanda, Matt’s wife. The both of them talked for a few minutes until the lights went out. Four boys walked onto the stage and y/n saw Elijah walking up to his microphone. The band started the show by playing ‘These are the days’. Y/n sat in her chair admiring the boy that she just met. The crowd loved the band and the younger Turner couldn’t help but smile looking at the boy.
The band ended their set by playing ‘My honest face’ and then disappeared behind the curtains. Y/n sat in her chair waiting for her brother’s band to come on stage. She couldn’t stop thinking about Eli and how good he was on the stage. The girl was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door to the upper levels open. “Hey, is this seat taken?” She heard a familiar voice say. Y/n looked up and saw Elijah standing there giving the girl a sweet smile. “No, no you can sit there.” She told him smiling at the boy. “So we meet again.” Eli laughed. The pair talked about the band’s performance and about how Inhaler got to open for the Arctic Monkeys.
Alex and the rest of the band appeared on the stage and the crowd went wild. Elijah still didn’t know that he was sitting next to the sister of The Alex Turner. The band started playing their songs and Y/n and Eli sang along together. The both of them enjoyed the show a lot.
After the show ended Y/n and Eli walked out of the upper levels. They turned a hallway before Eli asked her. “Could I maybe get your number?” Y/n turned around looking at the boy. “I know that we just met but I think you’re really nice and I really want to know you better.” Eli said looking the girl into her eyes. “Oh yeah sure.” She said before giving the boy her phone to type his number. Y/n and Elijah exchanged numbers. “I’ll call you when I get to my hotel room.” The boy smiled. Y/n couldn’t help but admire how cute his smile was, she got butterflies in her stomach every time the boy smiled.
Y/n and Eli parted ways. He walked towards his dressing room getting ready to go to his hotel room while she walked towards her brother’s dressing room.
Alex stood in his dressing room waiting for his sister. He was ready to go to their hotel but just had to wait for his sister. Y/n walked through the door giving her brother a smile. “You guys were amazing.” She smiled. “Thanks sis, let’s go to the hotel now.” Alex said giving his sister a tired smile.
The siblings arrived at their hotel and y/n went into her hotel room while Alex walked towards his. “Goodnight Alexander.” Y/n said knowing how much he hates it when people say his full name. “Goodnight kiddo.” He said back before walking into his room and shutting the door behind him.
Y/n sat on her hotel bed looking at her phone. She was waiting on the call from Eli. After waiting for a while, Eli finally called her. She picked up the phone and heard his tired voice through the phone. “Hey.” Eli said, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Hey, did you get to you hotel oké?” Y/n asked him. “Yeah we got here pretty easy. A few crazy fans but nothing we haven’t handled before.” He laughed. The pair talked for another hour before Eli asked. “Do you want to go do something?” Y/n was speechless. She couldn’t think anymore, was he really asking her out?? “Of course I want to go do something with you.” She finally answered after staying quit for a bit.
Eli and Y/n made plans to go to a café tomorrow afternoon before both of them went to bed. Both of them fell asleep with the biggest smile on their face. They couldn’t wait for it to be the next day…
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Lead the way
Alex Turner x Fem! Reader (smut)
summary: you and Alex decide to ditch the party after you proclaim your need for him.
warnings: mature content (smut), age gap (alex is 37 reader is early 20s?), semi-public sex(bathroom), fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm denial (kinda), some aftercare.
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You and Alex had been invited to a party after their gig tonight, and although you were desperate for a moment alone with him, you agreed to go. This past week you rarely saw Alex as the band were tremendously busy with shows, interviews and all the other time consuming activities that came with being famous, this meant that you only saw Alex in the evenings, when he was too tired to properly spend time with you. You knew it wasn’t his fault yet you couldn’t help but feel neglected, you hadn’t had sex for what felt like weeks and your pent up frustration was beginning to take a toll on you.
The party had been going on for a few hours and you’d left Alex’s side about a half hour ago to grab yourself a drink, you began to grow bored of the countless repetitive conversations Alex was having with people you didn’t recognise, you were also tired of him not saying a word to you. He would occasionally snake his arm around your waist and give it a little squeeze which was his way of asking if you were alright, in return you would place your head on his shoulder briefly, letting him know you were okay.
After what felt like an eternity had passed, you decided you’d had enough. You stood up from your seat at the bar and went to look for him, when you found him he was standing alone in the garden of the gigantic mansion the party was being held in. You wrapped your arms around him from behind and raised your heels to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Where’d you run off to” he turned around to face you, placing his hands either side of your waist and planting a kiss on your temple, “to the bar” you took a hold of the chain dangling around his neck, twisting it around your fingers as his gaze fixated on your face. “Why so touchy, huh?” he took hold of your wrist and lowered it from his chest, causing you to look up and meet his gaze, “i miss you” you pouted slightly as you kept your eyes interlocked with his, “i’m right ‘ere, love” he chuckled slightly, not sure what you’re getting at. “no, i miss you” you lowered your hand so that it brushed over his crotch, causing him to clench his jaw, “i really miss you” you emphasised, licking your lips as you let your fingers brush against him a second time. “not now y/n” his eyes averted yours to look around, making sure nobody saw the little stunts you were pulling. “but i need you” your pout returned as you brought your lips up to meet his, feeling his tongue enter your mouth. You pressed yourself against him, deepening the kiss until you felt his growing bulge press against you.
He pulled away from you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you somewhere whilst trying to hide the noticeable stretch in his pants, “where are we going?” you had to stop yourself from tripping up as he was leading you somewhere at a fast pace, weaving in and out of the crowds of drunken people mindlessly chatting. He didn’t answer you and instead pulled you into a bathroom, locking the door before turning around pressing you up against the wall, grabbing your face and harshly pulling you in for a kiss. You placed your hands around his neck but he pulled them off and pinned them above your head, holding them there with one hand. he broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily and scanning your body “so desperate, couldn’t even wait until we got ‘ome” he laughed at you, slowly dragging his eyes back up to meet yours, you gave him a pleading look, feeling a rush of heat between your legs as he wrapped his free hand around your neck and roughly kissed you again a lot more passionately than last time.
He gave your neck a small squeeze, causing you to moan into the kiss, sending vibrations into his mouth. He removed his hand and began playing with one of your breasts through your dress, “no bra? you dirty little girl” he smirked playfully as he returned to the kiss, snaking his hand further down but stopping right above where you craved him. “please al” you whined, pressing your legs together to try and release some of the tension, “do you enjoy turning me on in public, doll” his gaze was intimidating, yet his tone turned you on. “maybe” you panted, desperately trying to hide your smirk, he simply tutted at you and shook his head. “al ple-”, he didn’t even let you finish before he slid your panties to one side and inserted two fingers into you, making your legs faulter slightly as a moan escaped your lips. “fuck al” he released your hands from above your head and you placed them on his shoulders for support. he added a third finger and you cried at the stretch, his fingers fit you perfectly. his thumb moved in figure eights on your swollen clit as you continued to cry out in pleasure, “al, fuck i’m close” he picked up the pace, but before you could get the release you had been craving for so long, he removed his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth “open” he commanded, “but- al” you cried “i said open” he repeated, and you obliged, opening your mouth and he inserted his fingers, forcing you to taste yourself on him. He began to unbuckle his belt and pulled his trousers down just enough so that he could spring free, letting out a sigh as he did so. “up” he tapped your thigh and hoisted your leg up to sit by his waist, he pulled your panties off and lined himself up at your entrance after giving himself a few pumps, “what do you want baby” he asked you, looking up at your desperate expression, “fuck me, please Alex”, as soon as you said those words he thrusted into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size. You jolted forwards slightly as a string of profanities left your mouth.
He placed one hand on your hip to steady you and his other over your mouth, muffling your moans, “do you want people to hear us?” he hissed, thrusting into you harder, a few tears escaped your eyes due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was giving you. You shut your eyes for a brief moment, emulsifying the pleasure you felt, “look at me” Alex removed his hand from your mouth to tilt your chin upwards, “keep your eyes open darling, i want you to watch me fucking you”, his choice of words only brought you closer to your release, your grip tightened on his shoulders as his thrusts got faster, “shit- al keep going” you breathed out, not even trying to conceal how load your moans were. “you love putting on a show don’t ya? you want everyone here to know i’m fucking you like a whore” Alex let out a moan himself as he began nearing his release, you felt his thrusts increasing as his breathing got messier, “fuck al i’m gonna-” “no you’re not, don’t cum until i let you, got it?” your grip on his shoulders was making your knuckles go white, “please al, i can’t” you whined, desperately seeking your release, he simply ignored your and kept fucking you relentlessly, his loud moans harmonising with your own until he finally gave you the words you needed to hear “cum for me baby, come on” he coaxed, and with that you let out a particular loud moan as you came around him, legs violently shaking as you let your head your head fall into the crook of his neck, your orgasm was so powerful it had you seeing stars and screaming his name. Your orgasm triggered his own, you looked up to see his head thrown back, mouth agape as he squeezed his eyes shut, slowing his thrusts as he rode out both your orgasms, “fuck, y/n” he groaned, his release warm inside you, causing you to clench around him.
You winced as he pulled out of you, already missing the feeling of him filling you up, you removed your hands from his shoulders and pushed your hair out of your face whilst attempting to catch your breath. “you okay darling?” Alex stroked your cheek as he placed a delicate kiss on your lips, you nodded in response and watched him zip his trousers back up and sort himself out. He picked your panties up off the floor and helped you get cleaned up before placing your hands back on his shoulders and helping you step back into them, he pulled them up and adjusted your dress, placing a kiss on your inner thigh before standing back up. “do you wanna go back out there or go home, princess?” he asked, interlocking your fingers. “i don’t know about you but i need a drink, may aswell take advantage of the free booze” he lightly chuckled at your response, “i like the sound of that, lead the way”.
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a/n: helloo everyone!!
this is the second thing i’ve ever written and i didn’t have time to proof read so if there are any mistakes lmk!!
hope you enjoy!
love, A <3
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love is a laserquest | alex turner x reader (fluff)
Maybe going to the local bar wasn’t the best coping mechanism to get over your breakup.
warnings: no warnings for this one hehe just sadness !!!
word count: 1.9k
disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭
After a very long night of ranting to your own reflection in the mirror, you decided to go to your local bar. It has been two months since you and Alex broke up because he was too busy to handle the relationship. Of course he loved you, but since he had to travel around the world all the time when he was on tour, you missed him. You thought it was selfish to feel bad about it because it was his job and you agreed to go through the consequences of him being famous and having to tour for months or even a full year, but this time it was too much for you.
He used to call you every night to make sure you were okay and to compensate for his lack of physical presence and you obviously appreciated it, but it wasn’t that simple. You thought of him everyday, every night, at every moment, no matter what. Was he okay? Was he going to call tonight? Was he too busy to call? Was he thinking about you? Too many questions and very little responses.
You couldn’t get over him even if you wanted. You loved him with your whole heart and he did as well too, he would give his everything for you, but you had to put yourself first. His absence made you feel empty, not enough and you knew it wasn’t his fault and neither yours, there was no one to blame actually. But it was too much to handle. You missed his kisses, his hands, his scent, the late night cigarette talks, the love making, the foods he used to cook for you, and more.
He did miss you too, but at least he had some distraction in between. If he was honest, there were times where he would think of you while performing and even shed some tears on backstage because he wanted you to be there, but you couldn’t.
All those memories came back to your mind and you decided it was a good idea to go to a bar and drink your sadness away. Not that much tho, you were alone and you didn’t wanted to get too drunk, but enough to keep those thoughts out of your head.
You didn’t dress up much, you took your leather coat and left the house at a fast pace to escape that place you shared with Alex someday. You wanted to forget him but at the same time you wanted to get back with him, it was a war of thoughts in your mind. Was it worth it?
When you arrived the bar you heard some music on the inside, a music you instantly recognized. And as if it that wasn’t enough, you froze when you heard a very sweet voice you could never mistaken, whispering “Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now” to the mic. Your eyes opened wide as you heatd his guitar. It was him. Fucking Alex.
You cursed him in your head and stepped into the bar, going straight to the barman and asking him for a Manhattan, you thought the taste of sweet vermouth and whiskey would calm your mind for a bit. Once you got your drink, you sat at a table far from the stage, but the coloured lights allowed him so see you sitting there.
He felt a knot on his throat, almost as if the words could not come out of his mouth. He tried to ignore your presence but it was impossible; he could almost smell your Dior perfume, the one he loved the most, the one he used to smell right from your neck when he used to kiss it. He could picture the last kisses he gave you there, as if they were burned into your smooth skin. His mouth went into automatic mode as he sang Love Is A Laserquest looking directly at you without even noticing. His eyes got teary as a rain of thoughts flooded through his mind, remembering your hugs, your kisses, your voice, your everything. Those times you used to play with his hair, when you would laugh at his dad jokes. Everything started flooding up in his head and he felt the need to cry, almost as if he was asking for help through that flood.
“And do you still think love is a…” The words got chewed and swallowed, not being able to come out of his throat. He continued the next verse with his eyes closed, and so you did while listening to him. You knew he wrote the song for you because it was hard for him to get over your relationship. It felt like you were with him on the flood, sinking with him down in the water, doing your best to breath with the water all the way up to your neck.
You wanted to be with him so bad, you missed his hugs and even if he was less than 10 meters away from you, he felt unreachable. It felt surreal to see him up on the stage singing for you the song he wrote because couldn’t get over you. When you came back to earth and left the extreme mess your mind was, you didn’t even notice the tears falling off your eyes. You felt guilty for breaking up with him, you felt guilty for feeling empty, for feeling bad when he left you, you tried to bury yourself into the guilt.
Before you could even notice, you were crying non-stop, biting your lip after trying to not let the tears flush down your cheeks. You decided it was too much, and by the time he sang “Will I have found a better method of pretending you were just some lover” you stood up and went outside, letting your head rest by the door frame at the bar’s entry, wiping your tears and sobbing.
“U need one?” A stranger offered you a cigarette after noticing you were crying.
“Please” You whispered and took the cigarette, put it on your puffed lips and the man lit it up for you. “Thanks”
“May I ask what happened?” He let a cloud of smoke go in the air.
“Nah, just… my ex is singing” You laughed at how ridiculous the situation was. “I came ‘ere to drink me thoughts away but… it seems like universe doesn’t want me to”
“¿Alex? ¿You dated Alex Turner? Oh…” He laughed and looked at you. “Well, you know tha’ after raining, a rainbow always comes up. It’ll be okay, ma’am”
“Yeh, but… I still love him. I broke up with him ‘cause he had quite a busy life and we had no time for ourselves” You left the cigarette in your lips for a second and then took it out. “I felt bad but now it feels worse. I feel guilty”
“Hey, don’t feel bad about it. You ‘ave to put yourself first at every moment. No matter how cute he is” He laughed. “Break ups are normal, so don’t give up because it was how life wanted it to be”
“I’ll try not to. But it’s hard when he’s singing a fucking break up song about me” You laughed again and wiped you last few tears. “That’s why you should never date musicians. They’ll tear you up in their songs”
You both laughed again and he looked at his wrist clock.
“Hey, gotta go. If you need to talk i’m here almost everyday… addiction gives you friends sometimes” He joked and let his cigarette fall to the floor to step on it. “Anyway, have a good night and good luck with Turner” You waved at him and sighed. How could a stranger be so friendly?
Thank God he was there because when you noticed, there was no music playing anymore. You could only hear people talking. Did he leave? Well, it was time to stop thinking about Alex if you wanted to get over him.
You spend the next 10 minutes smoking outside of the bar, alone with your thoughts and your cigarette. You were at peace. Well, until you felt someone tapping your shoulder.
“Hey” You froze again when you heard a deep voice. “Are you… okay?” You turned yourself around and sighed when you saw Alex’s face.
“Yeah, don’t worreh” You took the cigarette to put it on your lips.
“You know, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I didn’t know you were-“
“Don’t apologize” You interrupted him and blew a smoke cloud. “I was the one in complete ignorance that you were here”
“Then we both didn’t know” He tried to smile.
“Want?” You gave him the cigarette, he thanked you and your chest felt pressed as he took it and you remembered all those late night cigarette talks at your balcony. You noticed by his watery eyes that he cried too.
“I hope you didn’t mind the song… I came ‘ere to cope too” He joked and took a puff from the cigarette. “I hope you don’t mind the fact tha’ i’m ‘ere too”
“Nah… I kinda needed it” You sighed. “I told you everything but I feel guilty now, Al. I still love you”
“I do too” He gave you the cigarette. “But I respect your decision.”
“And I don’t” You whispered after giving the cigarette a puff. “I don’t respect my own decision because I miss you every fucking night, Turner”
“And you think I don’t? I love you. I never stopped loving you” He looked at you with teary eyes. “Please, we love each other. It’s not meant to be this way”
You were about to burst out crying when you noticed he still had the chain you gave with both your initials. At that point there was no reason to leave him alone.
“The chain” You whispered. “You still have it” You showed your chain, which you never took off. “Don’t cry”
“I’d never take it off” He took your chain and smiled. “Please” He looked up to your eyes and sobbed, almost begging for a hug.
“Don’t look at me like that, pup” You let the cigarette fall and stepped on it to hug him and kiss his head, closing your eyes to keep the tears from coming out. “I’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry” You cried.
“I’m sorry too… I promise i’ll never leave you alone again, i’ll do anything to bring you with me, they didn’t let me last time” He cried too, you were both a mess of tears of joy because of seeing each other again, and sadness.
“You promise?” You separated from the hug to see his face. “Do you?”
“I do, my love” He whispered.
You smiled and took his cheek to kiss him for the first time in months, which felt like years to both of you. You both needed each other to be happy, to feel full and smile again. You both were meant to be.
After he promised to never leave you alone again, you decided to promise him you would never leave him either. You wanted the relationship to grow again, no matter how much time it would take. Because you loved him, and you deserved him, you were his other half and he was yours. And if he ever made you feel bad, he would punish himself for doing it, because he felt you were too good for him. But you weren’t. You two were the best for the other, the perfect match. And you learned that even in perfection, there’s always some mistakes, but that never means it’s over.
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thanks for reading !! i literally shed a tear writing this ☠️ anyway, hope u liked it ! don’t come for me pls this is my first fluff fic so maybe it’s kinda bad😭 but hope yall enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3
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Suck it and See /// Alex Turner X Reader! Smut.
context (prompt): the idea runs that Alex is in a honeymoon phase of dating someone who is not in his league. The fic takes place with them at university, I had Alex in mind during Humbug, he is dating a girl who is life of the party and a cheerleader, the two are goody and are very foolishly in love. You'll see a description of their moments together and realize how much they love each other, from him going to a famous college sports game just to watch you dance, car trips together, and you meeting the boys and going to a small concert at the band for the first time. I hope you like it!
Words: 8,5K.
warnings (and I'm describing the smut for those who just read it bc of that don't waste time): it's smut! from the middle to the end there's a description of him fingering you after you've had a brief anxiety attack and need to sleep, we have oral (male receiving), riding, also there's like a mild bulge and cockwarming kink.
You tiptoed your way through the bleachers, scanning the crowd for him. Although you hadn't explicitly asked him to come, dropping hints here and there had been your way of hoping he'd show up. Even though you would understand if he didn't make it, the thought of him not being there made you feel sad.
Anyway, he would pick you up there in a few seconds after the end of the game, since you had agreed to spend the weekend with some of his band friends (and friends' girlfriends). You knew them from looks in the hallway and a few gigs you went to see, but you never had a proper interaction with any of them.
Although you were aware of your acquired view in that environment, and didn't care much, you hadn't dated many people from the classes, in fact you had never related (or had sex) to anyone from there but Alex, and even though you have mean comments to be heard, it was clear that nobody cared about it, at most the students found it curious.
“How was last night?” Your best girl asked, which by your happy face, she was already sure of the positive answer.
“It was great,” the butterflies in your stomach were still present, as well as your sweaty hands from having been experiencing it in your mind ever since, and your hot face wasn't able to hide it.
“Was sex with Alex that good?” There was judgment in her voice, you couldn't read whether it was irony or not, yet you elbowed her. “Did he do anything? Or was all the work left for you?”
Then, hiding your face in your hands, you understood that she just wanted a reason to embarrass you. Asking her to keep her voice down, she agreed with a laugh, waiting for more information from you, which was expected. It was your first time with Alex, and you had been nervous, something that was unusual from her perspective, so she wanted to know how it went, like each detail of it.
You decide to withhold yourself from a lot of the particulars, knowing she would understand, just sharing something like, "He's shy, but in a good way, uh, y'know, he's observant and he made good use of it." You bit your lip, unable to contain a smile. Your head swelling again with the way he held you, made you sigh loudly and let out so cute muffled moans as you marked him. You didn't know how, but it had been intimate and at the same time so sexy, the kind that both ends with tears about to escape your eyes. You couldn't wait to have him again.
She nodded, taken by her expression of pure bliss, concluding with a small, “It’s nice that you have him, I'm glad for you, he seems you are a great guy.”
And although happy, with those words, you also felt intrigued, Alex was your complete opposite most of the time, and as much as you had no doubts that he liked you, you were afraid of him realizing that he could get someone better without much effort.
As you were lost in your own mind, your friend grabbed your shoulders before you could sink into your sadness. She turned you to the side and smiled, noticing the joy on your face as you saw him there. "Wow, you really got Turner to come to a school game."
You didn't have time to respond as you eagerly waved at the curly-haired mess figure in your field of vision. Alex seemed serious, almost as if he didn't want to be there. Your heart sank into your chest for a few seconds until he found you among the girls. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket, and if it weren't for his smile and bright eyes at you, you'd think he was regretting coming. You jumped up excitedly, waving your arms even more, and he reciprocated with elated waves.
The smile was shy as he brushed his hair back, looking motionless in a secluded corner, he blew you a kiss, making a few people notice him, bringing color to his cheeks, but honestly nothing mattered, your Alex was there. You throw him a peck as well before returning to your position on the back court, and without hesitation, he pretended to catch it, putting it in his pocket. Amazed with how happy you were to have him there, like he could forget all the negativity he had faced upon entering the place.
You did your best at the dances and pirouettes, feeling a little self-conscious knowing he was watching. Even though you knew he wouldn't judge you, you couldn't shake off the thought that this wasn't his ideal scenario. But still, he was there, and you knew he liked you. That was what mattered.
The game ended, and you and the girls announced it. You thanked people for watching, but you walked up to Alex without even looking directly at whoever was talking to you. He kept the smile on his face, opening his arms for you. Without even realizing it, you impulsively threw yourself on his neck. He wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you up a little, and politely, he pulled your skirt down, leaving his hand there to prevent it from going up (you had learned that it became his habit, you thought it was cute and one day, maybe, you would tell him that you were wearing shorts underneath). You stuck your nose in his hair, letting his curls nestle you as he buried his face in your neck, taking in your scent for comfort.
As soon as your feet hit the floor, you both looked at each other affectionately, in a deep silence as if there was no one around screaming their lungs out of their chest. You took a step towards him, and you kissed him. One of those messed up ones you can talk about the taste of the last gum that the other chewed in yearning for such a moment to arrive. His tongue was soft and his hands roamed over your body in light squeezes, it was like being wrapped by calm. Your lips were cold, but his warmth enveloped you. It was quick, but special, for both of you. You had never kissed in public like this, and you could feel the eyes on you. His hands stayed on your waist, keeping you close to himself, and your eyes stayed fixed on his lips, unable to meet his puppy's brown eyes. He kissed your cheek, then forehead, distributing several pecks there. He always did it, and you loved it every time.
"Sorry for being late, Matt needed the car," he explained, taking off his jacket and giving it to you right away, placing it around your shoulder before kissing your head. "Keep it, you look cold." He realized he was right as soon as his fingers touched yours, not that he wasn’t sure of it when your lips met his. His eyes barely met you there and you could tell how nervous he was.
You hugged the jacket close, feeling the warmth and comfort of his scent. "I don't mind, I'm just glad you're here," you said, simply as you were squeezing his hand into yours, mixing both sweats. "I know this isn't your favorite place, so it means a lot to me that you came tonight."
Alex actually found the people there with little perspective of experience, as if they were there to please something or someone. However, while that was his thought of you in the beginning, well before he started to obsess about being observant over you and fill your closet with not-so-usual friendly letters, he knew you were there for your hobbies and resumes, he could tell you genuinely liked to dance, consequently of being there with your friends, he did not misjudge. He actually enjoyed seeing you in the colorful, confetti-covered skirt, smiling as you were being embraced by the music.
He rubbed his thumb into your palm, blushing like a schoolboy. "I'll be here as many times as necessary," he said. "I like to see you happy."
He placed his hand on your lower back, leading you out to the car, you still had a goofy smile on your face, just like he had his ears flushed, you couldn't wait to have him there waiting for you more often.
…
He sifted through his belongings, handpicking a few tapes and placing them onto your lap. "Take your pick," he said, anticipation in his voice.
You examined the options before you, eyeing a familiar purple cover photo. "Oh my god, it's Kate Bush!" you exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. Even as he focused on the road ahead, you could feel his presence beside you.
It was dark, the borrowed car was small, but it still couldn't be more special.
"Matt mentioned that you were a fan," he said.
"And you went and got it for me?" you asked eagerly, pressing play right away.
He nodded, watching as your smile grew with every note.
Before he could say anything, You squealed excitedly, pausing to kiss his cheek quickly, trying to avoid any possible accidents. Feeling comfortable with him, you mimicked Kate's vocals, loud in your exaggerated facial expressions to copy your muse. He couldn't help but chuckle, grateful to Matt for giving him the tape.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, lil’ one," he whispered, his enthusiasm matched by your excitement for the lyrics. He clearly couldn't see himself in any other state than happy to see you well and with him.
He didn't know the lyrics, nor the instrumentation but he didn't fail to encourage you to continue, like a proper number 1 fan.
"Did you know that David Gilmour kind of discovered Kate Bush?" you asked, pausing for breath.
"I've heard that somewhere," he replied, prompting you to elaborate.
"It's like we're all interconnected, isn't it?" you said, solemnly glancing his way before turning back to the road, tapping out the remaining melody with your fingers. "I kind of like the thought of it."
"Yeah, it's a nice thought," he agreed, feeling his heart warming at each second. Not wanting to let the matter drop, he continued. "So, have you been checking out any of the bands I like?"
And suddenly, things seemed slower, like everything was in the right place, you noticed Alex's relaxed face, in a soft smile as you were realizing that he only had that look when he was with you, in any other situation, in classes, cafeteria or gigs, he remained unbothered, which you found charming, but you must admit, you preferred what you had now.
As he placed his large hand on your thigh, you couldn't help but smile. He didn't move up or down, but the warmth and comfort he brought you was all you needed. You placed your palm over his, running your fingers through his long ones. The feeling of his skin touching yours, for as short as it is, filled you with a sense of enjoyment.
"I have," you said, feeling a bit bashful. "I wanted to hear what you liked, and I actually found one that I really enjoyed."
His eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought he might crash the car, but Alex was deep down to earth, so you would be fine. "No way! You liked Leonardo Cohen?" He concluded the obvious. Last night, after spending hours with you, he'd done a dissertation on the composer, he'd come home and beat himself up for making you listen to him, never imagining you'd actually hear it for yourself.
"I did," you confirmed, knowing he was overreacting in his Alex-like manner, which means he was giving you his unbothered face in a failure to hide a huge smile, like you wouldn't notice. "Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin," you sang, turning your imaginary microphone towards your hand. He looked genuinely thrilled, as if he had won the lottery.
"Dance through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in," he continued, belting out the lyrics with love. Cohen's words about being in love sounds the same way about how he had feelings for you, it seems far-fetched, but Alex was never one to spare feelings, which was also why he had made you hear so much about his favorite singer.
You pretended to play the guitar, creating the sounds with your mouth, and suddenly, the small space was alive with music. You were both so happy at that moment.
And so it continued on every small and long trip you took together, with your favorite artists and his. Little did you know that nights like these would be repeated many more times.
…
You stopped in a dark place, sweat had broken out on your hand and Alex could tell you were nervous being out in the middle of nowhere.
"Al, I don't want to be alone." You said in a sleepy yet shaky voice.
He didn't question it, just as he didn't even consider doing this to you, he himself didn't think about tackling a ramshackle gas station alone so he could take a piss.
He nodded to calm you down, the discomfort was clear on your face, you were pessimistic in terms of worries, Alex had already realized that, he couldn't even imagine the scenarios in your head, but he still needs to get rid of it.
"Look, I'm going to go outside, close the door and use the tree outside," he said quickly, feeling the color rush into his face. "Just don't look at me, y'know, it'd be awkward. I won't drop out of sight or leave you alone, I promise."
You nodded, unable to look at him. Your hands went to the radio, turning the music up a little more (you wanted to avoid having to listen to him pissing, it was too intimate for such a short amount of time), and then you conceded that it sounded like a good idea.
It took a short time, soon he had already returned, used gel alcohol that he had stuck in his backpack and claimed that he felt better before apologizing for which you said was not necessary. You appreciated that he listened to you, it was something simple, but that you didn't feel so used to.
"I need to change, can you close your eyes?" He just chuckled, putting his hands to his eyes, hearing you laugh too. He felt that this was the right place at the right time, you were together and none of that feeling weird made him happy to be yours.
You, who already have the dress in your hands, took off your T-shirt and tiny skirt, as well as the small shorts, which were part of the uniform and replaced them with a light and flowery dress, without forgetting, Alex's jacket returned to your shoulders. The car windows were tinted and you trusted that no one would see you, and even Alex, who you thought would try to outwit you, didn't even dare to move.
"All right, you can look now,"
Alex let his eyes hover over you, deciding to like the dress and how it hugs your body, the knee socks became more present, making your thighs properly show, Alex felt the air go out of him a bit and before you could flinch in embarrassment he interrupted you. "You look beautiful, I like the dress and the combination it makes with my jacket."
You smiled excitedly, making relief clear. You just wanted to get more comfortable, you still had hours of driving to do, and even though you felt your tired eyes taking over you, you wanted to keep Alex company.
Alex saw that you were tired, he hadn't said anything, but he knew how to read you. You had trained from an early hour for the game finals, in addition to having been looking forward to it, not to mention that in the midst of all that, you still had your classes, you deserved a proper nap.
With eyes on the road and steering wheel, he said you could sleep if you wanted, that he didn't mind.
"I don't want to leave you alone," you both knew that was a lie, you were never good at trying to let tiredness not overcome you. Still, Alex thought it was the cutest thing.
"You will not, you'll be right 'ere by my side, puppet."
Your soft chuckle filled the car, he helped you lay down the seat so you could lie down as far as you could (he suggested you get in the back seat, but you really wouldn't leave him alone), he turned the music down and then your eyes went to the window for a few seconds, admiring the stars but soon turning your attention to Alex.
"Do your friends know about me?" You asked solemnly, curious but without sounding indiscreet, you genuinely needed to know.
"I mean, they do, y'know," he said it like it was obvious, but not invalidating your lines, just encouraging you to build on it.
"I know they know me by sight, but you don't know who I am, they just know that I'm with you." And it was true, you exchanged hellos and waves in the hallway and that was all, you rarely interacted with them when Alex was with you, because of class schedule anyway. "Like, what do they think of me? I can be a bitch in their minds, a bore or a petty girl that will ruin your weekend,"
He chuckled at seeing through his nose and continued, "Wouldn't let them think that of you," he didn't sound hurt, he wasn't stupid for not understanding that you're an abyss out of his league, even more so in social terms. "Actually, it's like they don't believe I'm dating you."
You closed your eyes tightly, embarrassed and denied, "That's not true, Al."
"Oh, you'll see," it was obvious, that after having you around, the boys wouldn't shut up about it.
He had a goofy, comfortable smile on his face, you could see him in the dim lighting, hair set in lovely curves and shirt rolled up to his elbows, you wanted to scream that you loved him but it seemed too soon.
Silence filled the void, just the noise of the car speeding filling the room. He thought you had fallen asleep until another sleepy question from you surfaced, he liked that you were comfortable with him, whether in presence or in speaking whatever comes to your mind.
As Alex drove down the long and winding road, you felt yourself starting to drift off to sleep. But as your head lulled to the side, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of care for him. You opened your eyes and looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"Hey, Al," you said softly. "Do ya ever talk ‘bout me to your mum?" You imitate his accent, making his nose wrinkle funny.
Alex glanced over at you, a small smile on his face. "Of course I do," he said, as if that was not something of great importance to you. "She knows how much I care ‘bout you, I didn't deprive her of many details, I think, I'm quite talkative when it comes to her" And you knew it, you had never witnessed the experience with someone who had a good relationship with their parents.
You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "So, she knows what I'm like?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.
Alex chuckled. "Yes, she knows you," he said. "And I’m sure she would love to finally meet you, you know." He was being honest, he had imagined a few times what this would be like, he could tell you would get along.
You smiled at the thought of meeting Alex's mom. "I'd love to meet her too," you said. "She raised an amazing son."
Alex smiled back at you, his eyes never leaving the road. "Thanks," he said. "I'm glad you think so."
You fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft hum of the car's engine. But then you spoke up again, your voice shaky with emotion.
"Al, do you see me in your future?" you asked, looking over at him with wide eyes.
Alex didn't hesitate for a moment. "Absolutely," he said, his voice firm and sure. You were surprised, although you would have answered the same immediately. "Even though we're both in college and we don't know where life will take us, I know that I want you in my life for such a long time, if you let me, y’know. I’m sure we'll find a way to make it work."
Your heart swelled in bliss, and you couldn't resist leaning over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I like that I’m with you," you said, your voice filled with tiredness and affection.
"Me too, more than anything," he replied, his hand reaching over to grasp yours, squeezing it tightly. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. "And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, I can't imagine my future without you in it.”
…
You were sound asleep, your hand was resting on Alex's arm as he drove down the empty highway. He glanced over at you, a small smile on his face as he watched you sleep peacefully.
Suddenly, as if he was waiting for that, you jolted awake, gasping for air and clutching at your chest. Your body was in spasms as you struggled to catch your breath.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Alex said, his voice soothing as he reached over and rubbed your back. "Just take deep breaths with me, huh?"
You nodded, your eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling guilty for disturbing Alex's driving.
"Don't be sorry," Alex said firmly. "You're not bothering me. I just want to make sure you're fine, babe."
You leaned your head back against the seat, still breathing heavily. "It's just...a nightmare. I have these anxiety attacks sometimes, and they're always so hard to shake off."
"I know," Alex said softly. "I've been there with you before with you, remember?” He smiled sweetly, squeezing your hand in his. “We'll get through this, okay."
He pulled the car over to the side of the road and opened the windows and door to let in some fresh air. You watched as the sky began to lighten, the first rays of dawn peeking over the horizon.
"It's so beautiful," you murmured, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.
Alex nodded. "Yeah, it is. You know what else is beautiful?” He added, soon regretting it when he realized that it could sound different from what he meant. “You, when you're at peace like this."
You blushed, making Alex less worried about what he had said, feeling grateful for his kind words. "Thank you."
He covered you with a comforter he had brought along, tucking you in and making sure you were warm and comfortable.
He stopped solemnly, watching you restless covered by the duvet, only your eyes stayed on him, your breathing was already steady and it just looked like you couldn't sleep anymore.
"Do you want me to stay still until you sleep?" He felt awkward with your attention focused on him, but he still asked, referring to the car. He wanted to be more than sure that you were feeling alright.
"No," you took a short break, your mind not being able to behave and take you elsewhere as you watched his hands on the steering wheel and lips reddened from nervous biting. And subtly, you grew softly panting again. "Actually, we could stay here for a while." You declared, loosening the duvet from your body, you were warm and it didn't seem like a passing thing, however much you still felt like you needed to sleep; maybe you were stressed about it, but you couldn't tell.
He arched his eyebrows, turning to you worriedly, only to realize that the lighting was awful and he barely even noticed things and just felt your eyes on him. "'kay, but you feel good, right?"
"Yeah, just can't sleep," you continued, bringing your hand up to him, wandering over his shoulder until your fingers were at the back of his neck, brooding in his warmth. "Come closer, I want to feel you." You pulled him to you.
His nose brushed your cheek, his lips brushed yours, soft and smooth in contrast to your sudden urgency. He leaned further into the seat, and as he kissed you deeper, you placed his hand on your waist. He pulled back a little, pressing his forehead to yours, and even though you couldn't see him properly through the dark, you could imagine how red his cheeks were. From his breath, he wanted to say something, but he was thinking, not being able to form words because he felt nervous knowing that you might be expecting more from him.
"I like how you taste," you whispered, pulling him by his hair and holding him tight. Feeling his breath on your face, you held his chin, licking his open mouth to the way up, stopping with a kiss on the nose. You laughed, noticing him more agitated, you liked the effect you had on him, and you sure had found yourself thinking over and over how you should use this more to your advantage.
Before he could kiss you again, you proceeded in a low voice, "I need a favor, if you don't mind me."
He nodded, still not speaking, you held him close, as much as you could, you had in mind that he was hardly comfortable in that position. Placing your mouth close to his ear, you ran the tip of your tongue there, feeling him shiver and continued, "I just thought you might help me sleep," you wished he could see your restless, pleading eyes. "I'm thinking about how your fingers made me feel last night, I don't want to just have to think about that." Not knowing how you felt so confident with him, there are things that aren't so easy to explain, you rested his hand that was squeezing your waist and guided it to your bare thigh. You'd be dumb if you didn't love seeing him goofy and lost when you talked to him like that, it was like you could see his breath failing and his face about to explode.
He sighed a small yes, almost unavoidable above a whisper. Without ado, heeding your calls—something you learned he would do as you said—he moved his warm hand up under your dress, squeezing the flesh of your hips before slipping his hand inside your panties. You couldn't hold back a moan, feeling comfortable and soon his lips were on yours again. He was hot, biting your bottom lip every now and then as you sighed, such a mesmerizing rhythm. His kisses were wet and filled the car in hesitant noises that made you soaked. Alex wished he could see you more than you wish you could see him yourself. His fingers were light on your clit, following a linear pattern that felt right as you spread more and more for him.
"Fuck, I can hear how wet I am." you breathed loudly, with difficulty.
Alex kissed you once more, trying to stifle your whimpers, he didn't want anyone to see, just as he didn't want anyone to disturb anything.
As soon as the tingling in your lower belly became present, you held Alex's wrist tightly, kind of not knowing what to do, your eyes closed and more moans came, Alex then pressed his thumb harder to your clit and let the fingers slide easily inside you. Your legs shook while you still held him, Alex was agile, skilled in a way that you had never imagined when you met him, he hadn't accelerated like most people did, he just followed your body's commands and kept it slow, building you up to get there deliciously, yet calmly, so you could enjoy every minute of it.
"You're so fookin' gourgeous." He let out, seeing your mouth parted, eyes closed and sweaty hair plastered to your forehead as you squirmed beautifully before him.
You opened your eyes, feeling exasperated, noticing that you were holding his shirt collar tightly, kneading it, then you realized that it was actually morning, now you could see his red and sweaty face perfectly.
With you nothing but breathless, Alex contemplated your beauty in silence, rubbing between your legs on the sensitive skin until you recovered. You had the liveliest face, lips more swollen and warm legs around his wrist while you still held him, but now more light. He felt like a sinner for thinking about how he wanted to fuck you in that car, little did he know that you would love the idea.
Soon, he took his hand away, letting you settle better on the seat and between the blanket, you looked calmly at him and he just smiled lightly, he felt good about that, he felt good about making you feel good.
Even though he felt awkward doing so, he fed his own thoughts this time, brought his joined fingers to his mouth, closed his eyes, and sucked them in, feeling you on his tongue. Hearing you moan at that, he felt even more uncomfortable in his pants, and then he did the same with the next finger.
You unashamedly pulled him to your mouth, kissing him hard and he felt surprised before he reciprocated you too. You pulled away with light little pecks, then you held his wrists to you, sucking them in with his eyes on you, you were acting as if that comforted you and Alex found himself enjoying that. He pushed his fingers harder into you, not quite controlling himself and apologized, but even in the face of choking a bit, you laughed in amusement.
When you stopped, he wiped your chin with his sleeves and kissed you with a goofy smile, still as red as a tomato. Without saying anything, just in the warmth and embrace of the moment, he drove off again and soon you would be asleep and safe beside him.
…
Alex and you arrived at his house, and he parked the car, gently waking you up with kisses on your face and neck. "Hey, sleepyhead, we're here," you opened your eyes slowly, still feeling snuggled.
You felt nervous, knowing that you were about to meet some of his important people. "Are you sure they'll like me?" you asked, feeling anxious.
"Of course they will," Alex said reassuringly, taking your hand in his. "And even if they don't, it doesn't matter. You're here with me, and that's all that matters."
Alex held your hand tightly, reassuring you as he led you to the door. As soon as you stepped inside, he introduced you to his friends. They were a lively group, and they welcomed you warmly. One of his friends teased Alex about being too ugly for you, and you felt a surge of anger rise within you, but Alex just laughed it off, making you feel more at ease.
The afternoon passed quickly and pleasantly. The boys' girlfriends were nice, but they seemed a bit distant from you. They had known each other for a long time, and you were the new addition to the group. But they played cards with you all and were patient as Alex taught you how to play.
"You're doing great," he whispered in your ear. "I knew you'd pick it up quickly." He patted your thigh as if to say good girl and your heart was about to explode.
After a while, you overheard one of the girls say to Alex, "I don't think anyone in the world would have the patience to learn something from you, Alex. You’re made for each other."
You blushed at the compliment and felt a surge of warmth in your chest. Alex smiled at you and squeezed your hand. "See, I told you they'd love you," he said.
You spent the rest of the evening talking and playing games, and you felt happy to be a part of Alex’s world. You leaned your head on Alex's shoulder and closed your eyes, feeling content and loved. You couldn't be happier.
…
You were lying on the bed, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the door creak open. You sat up, setting your phone down on the nightstand, as Alex walked in.
You were feeling exhausted, so you ended up leaving the room early. You had commented on this before leaving, telling Alex you were feeling a bit off, kissing him on the cheek with your hands on his shoulder. He nodded that he would go upstairs too, even though you said he didn't need to, you gave good night everyone and went to the room that would be yours and Alex's.
"Hey," he said, closing the door behind him. "Everything okay?" He looked just as tired, although you had other ideas.
You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm just tired. Had a long day, y'know." He laughed.
Alex nodded in understanding, making his way over to the bed. He sat down beside you, watching as you shifted onto your side, facing him.
"I brought you some water," he said, holding up a glass.
"Thanks," you said, taking the glass and taking a sip. The silence was comfortable, but there was already a tension as if he could already read you well.
Alex leaned in, kissing you softly. "You look so beautiful in my shirt," he murmured against your lips. He tasted like the previous soda and mint, like good boys.
You giggled, feeling yourself confident at his words, no in a mean way. "Well, it's comfy." You adjusted the white shirt, almost see-through, on your body, making a point of unbuttoning one of the buttons. Alex's attention, of course, was all yours.
Alex smiled, running a hand through your hair. "You're always beautiful, no matter what you wear."
You leaned in, kissing him again, more passionately this time. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
As you broke apart, Alex rested his forehead against yours. "What are you hiding in your mind, puppet?" he said softly.
"You, I want to thank you for earlier, for making me feel good no matter what." you replied, running your fingers through his soft curls, putting his bangs in place.
Alex nodded before your captivating eyes, kissing you again, the passion between you growing. "Just want you to know that you don't have to, like ever." He assured you and you had no doubts about it.
"It's just a treat, don't get so excited kid." You joked, getting out of bed, kneeling on the edge as Alex followed you, already clearly tense, with his gaze.
"I'll try to," he gulped, making you laugh, he had already failed in that regard.
Following them with your eyes, you watched him obey your orders for him to take off his clothes, which he did, making your mouth water at how easy it was to get him excited. He wasn't solid, but he was swollen and vibrant red, you wished you'd slept with him more times than just one.
As expected, he had a flushed face and every now and then his eyes were distant, you couldn't say why, not least because he didn't seem to be insecure in terms of appearance. You wanted to make him feel comfortable, you didn't know if you did that well yet but it also seemed too soon to ask.
"Is it okay if I touch you?" You asked in a soft voice, looking away from his body and towards his eyes. He seemed to enjoy the sight of you on your knees for him, his lit face cheered you up.
"Of course, babe," he sounded husky in anticipation, encouraging you to run your thumb over his length, his lower belly contracted with the touch, and soon you had lubricated his tip with saliva so you could work your fingers there.
He growled hoarsely and before it could get any louder you signaled him to be quiet, it wasn't your plan to make his friends overhear but you didn't mind all that much either.
You didn't want to drag it out, not right then, you just wanted to make him feel genuinely good, he deserved it. You pressed your hand around him, squeezing lightly before moving your hand up and down and making him give you some cute spasms. To avoid discomfort, you kept your eyes on him, who had his mouth slightly open in a bliss of not believing what was happening, and moistened your mouth with saliva, spreading wet kisses over your boy so that he was properly lubricated, it didn't take long and he was fully hard for you.
Seconds had passed and you felt his hips going towards your hand, too bad you had barely started, and it wouldn't be that easy. You stopped your movements, laughing at the sound of disapproval he made, he had his hand over his mouth to prevent noise, it was adorable, even his ears had color. Licking your lips, you allowed yourself to run your tongue over the tip, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the taste of him on you. Worse than him, without being able to think further, you slipped him into your mouth, reaching as far as you could and pressing what you didn't have access to. If no one had heard Alex this time it was because they were deaf. Your legs spread on the floor and you felt your knees hurt, you felt sexy like that, and Alex agreed just as much.
His eyes were closed, you dipped him in saliva and it felt so good. Alex took a deep breath, trying to control himself with every descent your head made, it was as if he was almost unconscious. He dropped his back onto the bed, not having the strength to keep looking at you, which he wanted to do, his hands went to your hair and he pulled you close, lucky for him you let him guide you and do that easy to get for him, it was a short time together but he was used to you being the teasing type. You moaned around him, making the vibrations too good to ignore, and it wasn't until he realized you were touching yourself through it, the thought alone was capable of making him shiver.
Not taking the idea of you providing him the pleasure he wasn't giving you, he pulled your head back, making a loud popping noise as you had your lips disconnected from hin, you were confused, saliva running down your chin and eyes full of tears, you had a lazy smile and you looked beautiful, but he didn't say that, he imagined that you were already tired of hearing him say that every minute.
"Was it that bad?" by the tone of your joke he knew you had a deep hurt.
He looked at you for a few more moments, as in need of it as you were, he was aching. Formulating the words in his mind, he laid you on his lap, picking up a shirt on his side to dry your face. Your eyes were calm on him, watchful and he felt bad that he couldn't tell if that had affected you or not. Still, he took care so that you could feel more comfortable, kissing away the tears and drying your chin and cheeks before a make-out session.
Then, as you squeezed his shoulders and fit perfectly into his lap, making him as hard as possible, he sighed, "You're God, but I want to finish inside you, fill you up like the night before." His voice was calm, you wanted to smack him for making it sound like something romantic to say. "Can we do that?" He was a lot redder than before.
You nodded, "Yeah, sure." This time, it was your throat that was dry.
He pulled down your panties, you kept the shirt on, and leaned into him better, wrapping your arms around his neck. Alex was sweaty, with messy curls, you thought he was stunning, even though he was clumsy, it was his plus charm. You put your forehead on his and with the help of his hand, you relaxed little by little in his lap, feeling him fill you with ease, everything was slow and comfortable, until he was immersed in you, Alex caressed your waist and kissed you now and then, you stopped and let your breathing return to normal a little, it was nice to have him inside you.
"You can move if you want." He asked more with the intention of distracting you after having opened more buttons on your shirt and noticed you flinch reflexively.
He moves your hands gently and kisses the middle between your breasts, working his way down to your stomach and then reaching to your waist. You laughed and that made him feel relieved, he wanted to make you understand that you could feel confident next to him, without worrying about things like that, even if it wasn't so easy.
"I'm getting used to you, Al. You're quite big, y'know." It wasn't a lie but verbalizing it made your cheeks feel hot and Alex turned the color of a bell pepper once again. "I'm sorry."
"No complaints, I feel comfortable having you like this, it's another level of closeness." You agreed with him.
It lasted a good few minutes, then you had Alex moving your hips up and down as you were stuck with nails at his shoulders as riding him good. The movements were rhythmic, and you didn't skimp on calm this time, the bed creaked and the body bumping was just as hot. Alex held onto your rib cage, admiring how your breasts bounced along with you in his lap in the opened shirt, he was mesmerized. Until then, you thought you were doing a good job of keeping the noise down.
You made him lie on his back, leaning on his chest, the view was great, he was a mess, biting his lip hard to keep from making noise. You continued working on it, already feeling your legs weak and body trembling, the feeling was so good that your head was empty just thinking about it, drool was present in the corner of your mouth, it was surreal that you could feel this good with someone. Alex was no different, his muscles twitching in anticipation, you found him noisier, just as you thought you would be like, then you let yourself down on top of him, covering his mouth with your hand and burying your face in his shoulder, biting down on the flesh to avoid any damage.
You clamped your hand over his mouth, actually seeing that that was accurate. You kept riding him until you felt your body nothing but weak and actually fell on Alex's chest, then you felt him filling you up completely, making you hot, you couldn't help but moan louder into his shoulder as he squeezed you closer for comfort. Your muscles were sore, and Alex could barely move, you laughed in satisfaction, looking at Alex who held your wrist while your hand covered his mouth, his eyes were all puppy and his face all babydoll like. Taking it away, the mark of your hand on his face was clear and you liked that. "Good boy," you joked, just before taking in the silence while enjoying Alex still being inside you, keeping his cum deep inside you.
"I need a shower," you pleaded, after a while.
Alex was patting your back, happy to have you lazily humming at his touch. He didn't feel any different, he needed water and soap driving through his body.
You got up slyly, still connected to his hip and sat on him while Alex was still lying down. He ran his finger down your stomach, a shy smile on his face, and then you realized he was feeling him inside you. You looked down, confirming to yourself that you could see his cock deep into you, you bit your lip enjoying it.
Nobody said anything else, he just sat up and slowly put you next to him, on his chest as you felt him slide down your thigh, you liked the feeling. You clung to him, he had his eyes on you. His faces were close and his fingers played with your face and hair affectionately, sometimes he kissed your hand or nose. His eyes sparkled before yours, you felt lucky.
When he mentioned the shower once again, you agreed, you would take one together, you just needed a few more minutes for that. But before, he took the shirt and cleaned you up, affectionately and without making it something weird, he really wanted to see you well. He threw the fabric in a corner and you actually felt better without being sticky, he then went to the bathroom and said he would fix the shower, something usual from that house he was already familiar with, while waiting you pulled a napkin from the nightstand (comical how men thought to leave a napkin inside the nightstand) and described your feelings in moderate words (you wish you could write like Alex, but yet you tried your best), leaving them under his backpack and hoping that one day he would get to read it because you weren't brave enough give it to him in or speak how you felt.
Oh, and the boys didn't shut up about that day ever before.
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Alex and you stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascading down our bodies. He looked at me with a soft smile, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, taking the bottle of soap and lathering it in his hands.
you blushed and looked down, you were completely exposed and that was weird, you felt a little self-conscious. But Alex wasn't having any of it. He lifted your chin and looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and admiration.
"Don't hide from me," he said gently. "I love every inch of you."
I couldn't help but smile, feeling the nerves slowly melt away as he began to soap your back. It felt so intimate, having him wash your body like this, and you knew that you could trust him completely.
As he moved to your hair, you closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh. His fingers were gentle as he massaged the shampoo into your scalp, and you felt like you were floating on a cloud.
When it was my turn to wash his hair, you took your time, loving the way the suds felt against your fingers. Alex leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. You were on tiptoe and decided to say anything.
As the water continued to pour over both of you, you just stood there, holding each other as you were resting your head on his chest, hugging his middle tight, enjoying the closeness. Alex was being his usual goofy self, making silly faces and tickling you under the water.
"Stop lookin’ at me like that," you said, trying to sound stern but failing to keep the smile off my face.
"Like what?" he replied, grinning.
"Like I'm the most precious thing in the world."
"Oh, but you are," he said, his eyes softening. "You're everything to me."
…
You and Alex had been dating for a few months, and you were thrilled when he invited you to one of his gigs. You had heard him play before, but only in the privacy of his apartment, where he would strum his guitar and sing his heart out to you.
But this was different. This was a real concert, with a small but enthusiastic crowd gathered around a makeshift stage in the back of a dimly lit bar. You stood with Alex's friends and their girlfriends, swaying to the music and singing along to every word.
As you watched Alex perform, you were struck by how alive he looked, how in his element he was. His bangs were curled across his forehead, and his white t-shirt was clinging to him, damp with sweat. But he didn't seem to notice or care; he was lost in the music, lost in the moment.
You felt a sense of connection with his friends' girlfriends, like you were all part of something special, something that time had sorted out. You were grateful for their company, for the way they made you feel like you belonged there with them.
When the gig ended, you couldn't help but run up to Alex, jumping into his arms despite his protests about his sweating state. He hugged you tight, and you praised him for his performance, telling him how much you loved seeing him live and how much you admired his songwriting. Being extra and mentioning that just like Leonard Cohen. It wasn't a lie, you would never get tired of comparing the good taste of the two.
He blushed, taking a piece of napkin out of his pocket and handing it to you. It was damp with sweat, but you didn't care. You started to read it in front of him, tears springing to your eyes as you realized it was his response to the love letter you had left under his pillow that night.
You looked up at him, surprised and touched, and he just grinned and shrugged. "I couldn't let you be the only one who poured their heart out in writing," he said, close to your ear before kissing the spot, like it was just for you and yours. "I wrote you a love song, my girl." He pulled you by the waist, wrapping you to him as he kissed away your tears, then his eyes filled too.
As he strummed his guitar and sang the words he had written just for you, you knew in that moment that actions really did speak louder than words. Your Alex was living proof of that. And you felt grateful and lucky to have Alex in your life, to have his music and his love.
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I Wish I Would Have Seen You In The Bakery
Alex Turner x gn!Reader
Warnings: Alex being a lil bit of a stalker, some cursing
Synopsis: There were three times Alex Turner saw you. But you never saw him (or so he thought).
The First: You’d just gotten back from your shift at the bakery and were headed to the park on the other side of town with a large bagful of freshly baked croissants to share with the squirrels and ducks in the nearby forest.
You hadn’t expected anyone to be out there at this time of day, but as you were walking through the park, you noticed a man sitting on a bench. He was wearing black slacks and a brown shirt. His hair was long, messy, and brown. His face was angular, and his dark eyes were rimmed red.
You stopped dead in your tracks and stared for about five seconds. When he didn't look up or acknowledge you, you continued walking. But the image of the stranger stayed with you. As you neared a particularly dense patch of trees, you heard a rustling noise behind you. You looked around and could see nothing but trees. Then you heard it again, and froze. The rustling sounded like branches snapping. You turned around, slowly, not taking your eyes off the tree line. The sound was louder now, and then you felt something brush against your calf. You jumped back. The man who had been sitting on the bench was gone. You spun around and started walking back towards your car, the image of the man never leaving your head. What you didn't know, though, is that an image of you never left his.
The Second: You had just gotten off your shift once more, this time heading to drop off some letters to family in your hometown. What you didn't expect, though, was the same man to be there as well. You walked over to drop off the mail while trying to ignore his stare. Could he have noticed you were staring at him earlier? No, you were careful to make sure you didn't get caught. But why, then, was he staring at you.
Maybe he wanted a job? That seemed plausible. You wondered if he worked part time for a newspaper or something like that. Or maybe he was a reporter. That would be interesting, since his face didn't seem familiar. Even with these invasive thoughts about the man, you ignored them and continued with your original task, acting as if the man was not there. Still, though, the image of the man never left your head. And neither did yours leave his.
The Third: Finally. After reaching the weekend, you and your friend went down to the arcade, playing games and bowling. After a while, you both got hungry, ordering some food and two lemonades. The thoughts of the man reappeared in your mind. You started to chew on the straw. There he was. The same man. How was this possible? You were sure you had seen him somewhere before the first meeting. Maybe he had taken one of those photo shoots for that magazine you saw online a while ago. Or maybe he was some kind of celebrity. You thought about asking his name, but you decided against it. You'd figure it out later. Besides, what could you possibly say, ‘Hello, my name is (Name), and I think you're a famous person’? No thanks. I mean, what could you do instead of just ignoring all of this.
The man noticed you, that much was obvious. He didn't know, though, that you noticed him also.
To never meet is surely where you’re bound.
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can I have a singer!reader x Alex wolff (or even just general actor!celeb) fic :)
I am not really a fan of this actor but I did my best! Hope you like it!
Alex Wolff× gn!singer!reader
Behind the spot light
The interview only started a few minutes ago, but there was already some "too personal" questions.
-So, Mr Wolff, there's a lot of rumors circuling about you and your costar's, Morgan Turner, sibling.
This comment caught him off guard.
-Oh really? I didn't know about that...
The interviewer grin at his uncomfortable answer and continue talking with a mischevious voice.
-Since a picture of you two holding hands in Central Park went viral, a lot of rumors started spreading about you being in a potencial relationship.
-I... I mean- We... well...
The grining woman didn't let him finish.
-We asked the same question to Mx Turner, the famous singer, during an interview and this is their answer.
The screen behind them start playing the interview you gave to a local TV chanel.
-So, is it true that you and the actor Alex Wolff are in a relationship?
You start blushing but answer with a confident tone after a long pause.
-I mean... We all have a life behind the spots lights....
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The View From the Afternoon
Alex turner x fem reader
faceclaim- Taylor swift
requests open!
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y/nalexupdates: watch out Alex, if you break her heart she’ll take photos of your stuff burning…
Outtakes from y/n’s promo photoshoot for her new album, coming soon! Who’s excited? I know I am! I’m also extremely excited because THE arctic monkeys are back on stage!! Have you got your tickets yet?
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y/nsbabymama: AM7 ANDD Y/N’S ALBUM OH FUCK
kindontheeyes: She IS the moment
alexturnerupdates: our dream girl.
arcticmonkeysupdates: from the fandom: thank you!
alexturntable: I’d sell my soul to meet both y/n and alex frrr
milesawayfromu: on my knees for y/n
arct1calex: stop because the songs she’d make if he ever broke her heart…
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alexnotalex: Just another ‘Alex Turner the hopeless romantic’ moment. To the public my muse is unknown. Faceless. Nameless. But to her and I, and to you, she is the marvelous, gorgeous, heavenly Y/n. She’s behind the music both in meaning and production. She creates her art and inspires mine. My muse forevermore, my heart beats for you.
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thisisy/n: me: writes a song called mirrorball
you: has a mirrorball at your shows and is supposedly calling your album glitterball..
hmm.. i sense a copy cat 🤔
kidding. I love you.
matthelderz: I can’t believe I made a private account just to see this lovey dovey vomit
yourfriend: please tell me AM7 isn’t called glitterball… 😐
peanutbutterandjamie: ❤️🔥❤️🔥
mileskane: y/n didn’t even acknowledge the caption haha
thisistherealryanross: growing impatient.. we need songs from you two
ben_chappell_: this is almost too cute to handle
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thisisy/n: Anticipation has a habit to set you up for disappointment in evening entertainment but, tonight there’ll be some love.
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y/n’sfavoritegirl: she’s SOOO
vicdeangelis: bisous!!!
kehlani: getting butterflies when I see you wow
selenagomez: you were like a classic rockstar up there tonight, babe! you lit up the entire show!!
alexandtheshadowpuppets: LADIESSSS
haimtheband: nothing can top that show absolutely nothing! thanks for everything
opheliamillaiss: una forza della natura.
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she looks absolutely gorgeous…and he’s there! (smau)
arabella series!
masterlist!
pairing: alex turner x fem! actress reader
summary: the media and fans are taking a liking to y/n being apart of alex’s life, but there’s also a downside when your relationship gets public and having to deal with haters and nasty comments.
timeline: 2014
note: this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶
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yourinstagram a little breakie 🍸✨ (feat. cindy’s legs)
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username i would bark for her if she asked me 🐕
elizabetholsenofficial cindy those LEGS 😩
iamcindy damn liz i’m married 😪
username lmao cindy
username she’s so real tho
username how many letters in y/n y/l/n
username gorgeous woman ❤️
username she’s literally so wife hello??
mileskane why did you tag cindy and not me 🙄 i took those photos 😒
iamcindy bc i’m her best friend and she prioritizes me before anyone else duh
mileskane oh really? she didn’t say that last night
matthelders i can already smell a fight coming through mileskane iamcindy
iamcindy yourinstagram you cheater
mileskane iamcindy *you’re a cheater wtf 😭
yourinstagram what i can’t have both of you as my besties? 🙃
iamcindy no ❤️
mileskane no ❤️
ㅤ yourinstagram just tagged mileskane in her photo
mileskane thank you love 😘
username the heart im dead 😭😭
username NOT THE HEART IM—
username istg her comment section is like watching an episode of the office
username i love mindy!! fav couple
iamcindy ew they have a ship name for us mileskane see what you did idiot
mileskane i didn’t even do anything???
username it’s so funny how they interact like they haven’t been married for 7 years pls
username this is so funny im crying
username cindy 😭😭😭😂😂
breanahelders you two need to log off insta and touch some grass or smth
katiee_cook_ leave y/ns comment section iamcindy and mileskane
iamcindy ok mom and dad 🙄🙄
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yourinstagram about last night 🖤 🚬#leedsfestival2014 arcticmonkeys
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username y/n y/l/n is so arctic monkeys coded
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username you can’t see it but i’m the smoke
username katie is so pretty oh my godd
elizabetholsenofficial how did you manage to make time to fly to leeds i’m here stuck inside my trailer 😭
yourinstagram i didn’t really plan on going lol i acted on impulse
robertdowneyjr breaking the rules y/n? 👀
cobiesmulders ^ bc you missed your man just say that y/n 😉
yourinstagram cobiesmulders yes that’s true 😩
yourinstagram pls don’t tell joss robertdowneyjr
username she got her prioritizes straight i mean if alex was my man i would do the same
marvel i’m snitching.
yourinstagram marvel which side are you on? 🙄
username NOT MARVEL COMMENTING
username breana looks so fine 🥵
mileskane you’re gonna give alex a heart attack if you keep showing up unannounced
yourinstagram i already did when he saw me in the crowd 😘
iamcindy memorable i actually got that on camera you should’ve seen his face what a fucking simp <3
yourfriend ^! went from 😲😯 to 😄😉😘
username yourfriend and what a coincidence when he was just about to sing arabella
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username i remember that omg it was so cute!! and the camera even showed y/ns reaction in the crowd
username pls they’re so in love it makes me cry i want what they have 😩😩
username the first pic is doing smth to me 😩
username y/n you will always be famous
breanahelders best night ever ❤️
katiee_cook_ j unforgettable 😍
iamcindy had the best night ever babe 😙
yourinstagram breanahelders katiee_cook_ iamcindy my girls 💕💘💖
yoursister i need some context on the last picture are y’all okay?
katiee_cook_ there was a bunch of paps outside and wanted a picture and y/n being y/n decided to pose by leaning against the window upside down
breanahelders you can literally see alex having a stroke while holding her for dear life 😂
username help- why did jamie pull out his guitar 😭😭
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yourinstagram fashion week never disappoints ✨
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username forget alex i want HER 😩
username i love her new stylist!! the outfits fits her perfectly compared to her last stylist
username the woman you are y/n 🔥😍
iamcindy hey hottie ;)
mileskane you’re married remember :)
iamcindy you’re such a cockblocker🖕🏻
username not me always scrolling into y/ns comment section to see a mindy interaction
alexachung looking STUNNING my love ❤️
yourinstagram thank you beautiful 😘
username did i just miss a chapter?
username um that’s not—
username i didn’t know they were friends??
username i don’t think so they have briefly interacted on fashion shows and they were seen taking pictures and sitting beside each other
username that must be so awkward for alex having your gf and your ex sitting beside each other yikes
username username right they looked like they didn’t wanna sit beside each other did you see y/n’s face
username username even if they are that’s none of your business leave alex out of this
username i don’t see y/n and alex’s relationship to last long he’s clearly still in love with alexa and it’s just embarrassing for y/n really
username i miss alexa and alex they were a better couple and y/n is just using him for more fame and attention that whore
username y’all love to pit women against each other and change the narrative! first of all if you were at the fashion show you know that they weren’t sitting beside each other. it was literally two people sitting between them so they didn’t even interact at all (1)
username (2) and second of all mind you that they were grouped together and shared their interest with the designer which is why they took pictures. they looked pretty happy and smiley to me!
pinned comment 📌 yourinstagram the amount of hate in the comments makes me want to puke. if you don’t have anything nice to say keep it to yourself and spread the negative energy elsewhere. ❤️
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iamcindy babe you’re too chill about this if i were you i would send hate letters to every single person.
username shajsjsj cindy
username i’m actually so scared of her i’m not even joking 😭
username i know not to mess with her damn
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Totally wired
Miles Kane x reader
Not my gif, credits to the maker!
Guest appearance: Alex Turner
Summary: being a part of the team of designers for a festival and artists, might just make all your dreams come true
Warnings: Alcohol and cigarettes? Oh and quick mention of smut
Words: 2,8K.
A/N: i'm not too happy with this since i didn’t write it in one sitting and was out of the vibe
Totally wired
You were at a big festival in your home country. The Last Shadow Puppets would play before you and you would close off with a couple of other DJ’s that were famous. You didn’t start off as a DJ but always had a love for music. When you got to be a multimedia designer for the festival, you made a lot of connections and friends with some famous people. You were busy on social media as well with your work and to show your progress on work. Showing the good and the bad side, letting people know it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows but definitely worth it.
You had a big increase in the amount of following and was now known in your home country. This year was no different and you did the big stuff for the festival, carrying your laptop with you everywhere you went backstage and doing some last minute changes. The finishing act would be crazy and you were doing some last animation things for the background.
It would be absolute chaos and you knew it. They always got their friends and famous people on stage to help them make an absolute blast of the party. It was always their goal to be sure that their show would be the most talked about and it worked every time.
You sat backstage on a table in the sun, trying to work as fast as you could. You wanted to be finished so you could see The Last Shadow Puppets. You were a very big fan of the crispy King Miles Kane himself and you would take every opportunity to see the man. You were sipping on your gin and tonic while some music blasted through your headset.
You were completely indulged with your own bubble that you had no clue of what was going on around you until you got pulled out of that bubble by a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jumped a little and quickly looked at the person. That was when you were met with those familiar kind brown eyes. You put your headset off in disbelieve. “ ‘m sorry. Didn’t meant tha scare ya luv! Is it alright if we sit here?” Miles asked you kindly and you looked towards the place he was pointing at which was Alex and the band.
You were so gob smacked but managed to get yourself together somehow. “Yeah, of course! Take a seat!” you told them and made some room for them. Miles was taking a seat next to you. “Fank you so much luv!” he told you. You’ve met Miles before but was sure that he didn’t recognized you anymore until he start checking you out. You noticed even though you were on your laptop, your attention was shifted towards Miles.
You felt your cheeks heat up at the attention you were getting. “I know ya from somewhere. We’ve met before didn’t we?” he asked you, grabbing the attention from Alex as well. “Yeah we did! Wasn’t expecting you to remember me to be honest.” You told him shyly. “Yeah… You’re Y/N right?” he asked you, trying to remember. “Yeah!” you were shocked that he remembered your name. “Yeah! You were lovely! It’s nice to see ya again!” he told you excited. “Yeah! I can’t wait for you guys’ gig!” you told them excitedly.
“Aww babe! You’re coming then?” Miles asked you while he sat with his body completely towards you. “Yeah absolutely! I’ll be at the side of the stage, taking some pictures probably!” you told him with a smile. “Realleh? D’ya work here?” he asked you deeply interested. “Yeah! I’m the multimedia designer for the festival and some artist! I was just about to finish up some animations for the last act, which is going to be absolutely crazy in every good way possible!” you told him excited.
You made eye contact with Alex who just looked at you with a smile. You reached out your hand. “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself! I’m Y/N.” Alex held your hand with a smile and shook it softly “Hi! I’m Alex” he told you. “Yeah, big fan of the both of you!” you told him. “So how do you know each other then?” Alex asked you and Miles.
“She was at my show.. 2 years ago?” he looked at you to see if he was correct and you nodded. “Yeah, so we met backstage and chatted a bit! Ya made me night that day! I was supposed to go to a partyh with ya but we we’re a little busy makin music backstage so we didn’t make it. Felt realleh bad about that.” He told you. You couldn’t contain the smile on your face. “Well, you could make it up to me if you have time after the show! Like I said: The last act is going to be chaos and a lot of fun, so if you want to join me and some friends… You are both more than welcome!” You offered with hope glossing your voice.
Miles looked at Alex and Alex shook his shoulders. “I don’t see a problem with tha! I’m up for a proper party!” Alex told Miles. “So ya gonna be there right?” Miles asked you. “Absolutely!” Miles smiled and placed his hand on your knee. “Than count us in babe!” you smiled. “Deal!” Alex stood up “Imma get anotha drink. Ya want somethin?” Alex asked you. “Yeah a gin tonic please.” Alex smiled and nodded. “Ya too Kane?” Alex asked and miles nodded.
Alex walked away and you quickly made some finishing touches. “so ya do the animation for the last show?” Miles asked. “Yeah, and I’m (along side others) the videographer, photographer and graphic designer.” Miles nodded and had his eyebrows raised. “Ya impress me!” he told you, making you smile and chuckle. “It’s my job.” He nodded “I won’t keep ya distracted then.” He told you but you were fast to say: “Oh don’t worry! You don’t! I can multitask and besides that I’m already almost finished. I worked harder so I could see your show.” Miles chuckled “Aww babe… Thank you, that means a lot to me!” you smiled “Well, I wouldn’t to miss it for the world!”
“Can I see what ya just made?” Miles asked you. You shoved your laptop towards Miles and showed him the trippy animations. Miles looked at you in surprise “Ya made this? Ya fookin talented babe!” You felt flustered and smiled shyly at him. “Thank you.”
“There are going to be more animations played on the stage that I made, but these were just the last finishing touches.” Miles smiled, still looking at your laptop. “Could I maybe get yar working card? So that I could give ya a call? I would love to have you do some designs for meh new album if ya like!” you were gob smacked. “Yeah, of course! That would be a honor! I would absolutely love that!” Miles smiled as you handed him your business card. “I’ll definitely give ya a call!” he told you and Alex came back with the drinks.
You put your laptop away. “Could I maybe get a picture?” you asked them shyly. “Of course luv!” Miles said immediately and Alex agreed. You all stood up and you were placed in the middle. Miles held you by your waist and kissed your cheek while Alex kept looking at you with a grin and also an arm around you.” Someone from the crew took the picture. “Thank you so much!” you told them and they waved it off. “No problem! Definitely not for such a gorgeous girl like ya!” Miles told you with a wink and you felt flustered again.
“We ave to go but you’ll be on the side of tha stage right?” Miles asked you. “Yeah definitely!” M “Good luck boys!” you told them . iles gave you a hug and a kiss on your cheek before walking off with a wink towards you. You put your laptop in a safe spot and grabbed your camera. And walked in front of the stage where the other photographers were placed.
The boys came up and started playing. You got some good pictures of them along side some good videos. Miles kept his eyes on you and that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by you. Every time he started a serenade for you, you looked away from your camera and towards Miles who got a smirk. Obviously Alex noticed it as well and chuckled throughout the set.
You got back to the side of the stage to enjoy the show. Someone from the crew hurried to the stage to give them beer but he accidently threw it over you as he tripped. You helped the man up and he hurried back. The accident didn’t go unnoticed by the boys because it was a hard smack that he made. Your whole shirt was soaking wet by now and you tried to make it dry but to no avail. The man came back and this time didn’t trip, giving them their beer. Miles asked him if he was okay as he stepped away from the microphone. The man nodded and walked off quickly, apologizing to you profoundly but you were just glad that he was okay.
They came to their last song and the whole crowed went wild. They said there goodbyes and walked towards you. Miles looked at you “You guys were amazing!” you told them and Miles grabbed your hands softly in his slender hands. “Are ya okay babe?” you were a little taken back that he was concerned about you even though it was just beer. “Yeah, don’t worry. I didn’t get hurt. My shirt is just soaked.” You told him. Someone handed him a beer. “Walk with me luv.” He told you and held your hand, leading you towards the backstage area and towards their trailer.
You looked around and couldn’t really comprehend what was happening. “Here ya can borrow me blouse if ya want! I bet it’s not great to walk around in a soaked shirt.” He told you. You were taken back by surprise “Are you sure?” Miles smiled “Yeah. Positive babe! Dun’t wurry about it.” he told you. He saw that you felt a little uncomfortable since you didn’t want to go through his stuff so he helped you.
He searched through his suitcase. “Ya would look good in everthin babe.” He chuckled. He finally found a blouse and held it in front of you. “This would look mega on ya! Try it on!” he told you. Miles turned around and you got your dirty shirt off and quickly got into the blouse that still had his cologne on. “Alright, what do you think?” you asked Miles, who turned around. “Fookin hell babe! Ya look bloody sexy innit! Ya should keep it for tha time bein. I’ll get it back later.” He told you with a wink that made you feel flustered again.
“Ya lead tha way babes” Miles told you as you held hands again so you can lead him to the party and through the people. On the way you found Alex and Miles dragged him along which he seemed fine with. You arrived backstage and you saw your friends already hyping themselves up on the side of the stage before going up. Stephan walked up to you . “Hey Y/N! Your animations are absolutely epic!” he told you while giving you a hug.
“Thank you.” you smiled “Your gonna party along right?” he asked you hopefully, making you nod. Miles came back with some gin tonic for you and some for himself and Alex. Stephan said his goodbyes to you and left, jumping on the stage as the music started. Your other friends got up from behind the DJ set where they were hiding and the whole crowed went wild.
You, Miles and Alex started dancing along side some other friends from you and the DJ’s. It didn’t took long before they pulled you on stage and gave you a microphone to hype the crowed up along them. Everyone cheered as you came up. Miles and Alex cheered and had a big grin on their faces. You started to jump with the other Mc’s as sparks of fire came from the side of the stage for more impact effect.
The whole crowed went wild as one of the Mc’s started stagediving and floating animals, for in the water, were let go in the crowed and confetti cannons went off. You walked towards Stephan as he hinted for you to come. You took the set over while he started hyping the crowed up. The animations you made were floating around you on the background and you started to make the coolest drops with the music while jumping. You look to see if Miles and Alex were still there and when you made eye contact with Miles you saw how hyped he was for you.
Alex was smiling brightly as well and talked to Miles while pointing out stuff in the crowed. Miles started filming, probably for his Instagram. Everyone went wild as more confetti was blasted in the public. Stephan stood next to you “Let’s hear it for Y/N!!!” he screamed through the microphone, making you smile and made another sick drop as the crowed started jumping and screaming. Stephan started making music with you and making sick beats.
The videographers and photographers were capturing everything, from you to the crowed and the Mc’s. They picked some people from the crowed to get on stage while you kept playing some very familiar songs. People started making selfies with you on the stage and filming. Everyone started jumping in sync while screaming things through the microphone in the language from your country. It was indeed chaotic in every way possible but that was really what made it so awesome. A lot of people were sitting on shoulders from their friends as they kept jumping. The security had to stand on the railing to keep an eye on the people because it got so crazy.
You filmed something from your own phone and saw you got tagged in a story from Miles. You looked to the side and smiled to Miles, seeing what he had posted. “One hell of an ending! Go have it babe! Show ‘m” the text in the story said. You smiled and filmed the DJ set, the crowed and after Miles and Alex. “The kings in real life.” You put underneath the video.
This went on for a good while and right around the end there was fireworks on the beat of the music, along side some more fire, making everyone lose their minds. The last song was coming up and everyone left the DJ set to go to the front and all jumped with the crowed. You all said your goodbyes to the crowed and gave some people high fives before leaving the stage.
Your adrenaline was very high from all the excitement and energy you received. Miles seemed to be copying your energy and Alex was just smiling a lot. “Hole shit babeh! Ya really know how tha party! That was mega!” he told you while pulling you into a hug. You all started dancing and jumping around to the music as they went for a little while longer.
You, Miles and Alex walked off of stage and towards the backstage area. “I bet you’re very busy but… if you’re up for it… ya can join us on tour to make some media stuff for us and of course we’ll pay ya.” Miles told you while Alex nodded. “Are you kidding me? That would be a dream come true! I would love to!” you told them excited and they got excited for you. You did agreed with them to go home first and meet them on their next location so you could take some stuff with you.
You and Miles started flirting more and more and you were very curious how all of this was going to play out over the couple of weeks on tour with them.
~time skip~
It was now 2 months later and the physical attraction between you and Miles were through the roof. It just got more and more with everyday until the both of you just couldn’t take it anymore and after one, very heated night, which you were glad was in a hotel room, you finally became boyfriend and girlfriend. You went with him to his shows and he went with you to your shows. You both got a lot of energy from being on stage and perform but nothing came close when the other would be there. That made it just 10 times better and it felt like heaven. You really did bring up the best in each other.
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୨⎯ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 ⎯୧
｡･ﾟﾟ･𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵･ﾟﾟ･｡
۵ Alex Turner x Reader
↳ Summary: After being introduced to Alex at an event, he had left a bad taste in your mouth. You had made your mind up about him, he was a douche. A few months after not seeing him, you run into him at a bar and things did not go the way you expected.
↳ Warnings: Smut, Alex being an asshole, public sex, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol use
↳ Word count : 3k
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Recalling the moment you first met Alex made you internally cringe.
Miles, a friend of yours, invited you to a party, it was a release party for his friend, Alex Turner. Arctic Monkeys had just dropped their newest album AM, and Miles thought to invite you just to get you out of the house.
Your studies and job had taken up a lot of your time and he thought it was about time you release some steam that had been building up over months.
You walked into the venue, recognizing some famous faces. Some looked you up and down, probably wondering who you were, but you paid no mind to them.
Just wanting to find Miles, you looked throughout the venue. You looked to your side while walking, consequently bumping into someone.
“Watch where your fucking going will ya?” a strong accent said.
You looked up and your eyes met Alex. You weren't mindless, you knew who he was, hell, this whole party was for him and his band.
“Sorry I was just trying to find-” you then noticed Miles trailing behind Alex, a smile creeping on his face when he saw you.
“Hey! you actually came!” he said pulling you in for a hug. “I mean it was either this or writing some paper.” you replied pulling back from him.
“Is this the friend you wanted me to meet?” Alex asked, his eyes scanning your frame.
“Yes, Y/n this is Alex-”
“I'm sure she knows that.” Alex interrupted
“right, well Alex this is Y/n.” Miles resumed.
You held out your hand, expecting him to return the gesture. Instead he just grinned, ignoring you completely.
“She's hot, I'll give you that.” Alex commented, glancing at miles before returning to look at you. To say you were taken back was an understatement.
“Excuse me?” you spoke.
“Look darling, you look ravishing don't get me wrong, but i have a girl thats been dying to fuck me, so if youll excuse me.”
He walked away without giving you a second glance. You were almost about to give him some stupid remark before Miles spoke up.
“Sorry about him, he's usually not that.. y’know..” Miles trailed off.
��Don't worry about it, I didn't expect much.” you admitted.
Now seeing him in front of you, his hands snaking around a woman's waist as she sat on his lap, just taking drag after drag off his cigarette, made you as tense as ever.
Your initially tranquil night, now being soured by his presence. You knew better than to approach him, but your lingering eyes did not have the same idea.
He took note of your staring eyes, giving you a wink in response. You scoffed and rolled your eyes taking yourself to a different spot in the bar.
You stood outside the bathroom, waiting for whoever was in there to come out. Leaning against the wall with your arms crossed against your chest, you used the time to calm yourself down.
The wink he gave you left a burn in your mind. His gaze stung, making you feel ill whenever you were just in his general vicinity.
You heard footsteps come up to you but you kept your head down.
“Surprise seeing you here.” a voice said to you.
You looked up and to your dismay, Alex had followed you. You thought it was best to just ignore him.
“Cmon now, I know you talk darling.” he taunted.
“Don't call me that.” you sourly spoke.
“Ahh there she is. Well, I saw you staring at me from afar and, if you wanna shag you could just say that.” he smirked.
“Why would i wanna fuck you?”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“I could name one person.” you said turning away, you couldn’t stand looking at him for longer than you already were.
“And who would that be?” he questioned condescendingly.
“me.”
“No need to be shy here, love. If I'm being honest, I haven't had a good shag in a while.” he said , his presence growing increasingly closer to you.
You turned your face away from him in an attempt to prevent your face from becoming too close with his.
His breath dangerously close to your neck, making shivers travel down your spine.
“You want it as bad as I do, don't ya?” He taunted, whispering in your ear. Your breathing quickened as your palms became sweaty. He laughed at your reaction.
“See ya ‘round darling.” he winked before finally leaving you.
As soon as you didn't see him in your vision anymore, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. A few moments later, a woman finally left the bathroom. You wasted no time and entered.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed your flushed cheeks and sweat beginning to bead onto your forehead.
You splattered some water on your face in an attempt to control yourself and the emotions you were experiencing. After a few minutes you finally exited the bathroom.
You made your way to the bartender and asked for a strong drink. You decided to open a tab as you were most definitely sure that wouldn't be the only drink you'd be having tonight.
The bartender returned with your drink and a shot you hadn't ordered.
“Oh I didn't order a shot.” you informed him.
“You didn't, he did.” he replied, pointing to Alex on the farther side of the bar counter. You wanted nothing more but to wipe the smug look off his face.
He raised his shot glass at you, downing it, not before sending you a smirk.
You rolled your eyes and quickly swallowed your shot, not daring to make eye contact with him again. You finished your drink in a matter of just a few minutes, still remaining curious to what Alex’s intentions were.
After Alex ordered you more shots, you finally got the courage to go up to him, though you weren't entirely sure if it was really you or the alcohol currently circulating your system.
“Feeling brave are we?” he commented with a grin.
“Mm, I just had a question for you.”
“Ask away love.”
"When did you become so cocky?"
"When I became so amazing."
You let out a sarcastic laugh.
Alex’s eyes never left your figure, the way you subconsciously swayed your hips to the music, the way your fingers wrapped around the glass had him wishing you were wrapped around him and not the glass.
“What’re you looking at?” you said, catching him in the act.
“Just admiring you love, is that such a crime?” he smiled smugly.
Scoffing for maybe the 30th time tonight, you took a swig out of your glass, still not breaking eye contact with him.
“Where's the girl you were just with?” you solicited.
“eh, don't worry ‘bout her sweetheart, she was just an accessory more or so.” he responded.
“you're such a dick.” a bitter look washed over your face just at the sound of his words.
Alex raised his brow for a second before downing another shot.
“You do look damn good tonight though, I must admit.” He examined your body while the words left his mouth. You couldn't help but become flustered. Sure, you thought he was a complete ass, but his words made you feel fragile.
Though his words were bitter, they came out of his mouth like silk. His thick accent made your knees weak - his eyes were impossible to look at. He knew what he was doing as well.
“Don't get all nervous on me now,” he slithered his hand around your waist, pulling you in his direction. His face dangerously close to your neck once again. “Do I really have this effect on you darling?” he knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it slip out of you.
Your breath hitched at his enticing words. You stood there silent, not being able to figure out the words you wanted to say, your mind was a scramble of words and images you’d be too ashamed to say out loud.
He squeezed your hip, his thumb rubbing circles on your warm skin. With his other thumb he grazed it over your lip, sending shocks to your core. You finally gathered the courage and looked up at him, right into his eyes.
It was like he was undressing you with his eyes, he made you feel so vulnerable, almost like you had no control over your body.
“Cmon, say something.” he encouraged.
A breathy “I-” was all you could let out. His hand on your hip slowly went lower and lower, until he was just grazing your ass.
“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you, or I swear I will take you right here, right now in front of all these people.” Alex whispered. He was struggling to control himself, and it showed.
His breathing had changed completely, his breaths were short and rapid. You had no doubt he wanted you as much as you did.
“I don't think the people around us would appreciate that very much.” you finally let out.
“I really don't give a fuck. You look sexy regardless and it's taking all of me to not fuck you senseless.”
Eventually you had enough, the sexual tension was ripping you apart and you needed to do something about it.
You pulled away from his grip and made your way to the bathroom. “Are you coming or not?” you challenged.
“Don't have to tell me twice.”
As you locked the door, you couldn't believe you were actually gonna go through with this. Before you could contemplate it too much, Alex pulled you into his embrace.
He just stood there, taking in your facial features. You looked at him with hooded lids - biting your lip slightly.
“Don't make that face at me-”
you cut him off with a swift kiss, not caring about what he had to say next. Tired of waiting, you just needed to have a taste of him.
Alex gave into the kiss easily, also being as eager as you were. He pulled away reluctantly. “You taste better than I could have ever imagined.” he complimented.
Grabbing the back of your thighs, he lifted you to the counter. Moving the fabric of your dress up your thighs, he couldn't help but admire you.
“This is a one time thing. After this we never speak of it, got it?” you told him.
“Whatever you'd like sweetheart, but I'm sure as hell gonna enjoy myself with you.” he agreed.
Alex ran his fingers over your clothed core, making you shiver due to the sensation. “So wet already, I reckon you've been wanting this as badly as I have.” he teased.
“Hurry up and fucking touch me or something, please.” you begged.
He chuckled at your eagerness. Pulling your panties to the side, he was met with your glistening core, practically dripping. He took his finger, running it up your folds making you moan out.
Pushing a finger in, you almost immediately contracted around him. His thumb rubbed your clit sending you jolts of pleasure.
“mph, more please.” you pleaded.
He obeyed your words adding a second finger, filling you twice as much as before. He pumped in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.
you moaned out louder than before. “You know we’re in public right?” he reminded you.
“You didn't seem to care just a few moments ago.”
Alex took your words into consideration, still pumping in and out of you. “You're right. The thrill of getting caught is half of the fun.” you smiled at his words.
You grabbed the back of his head bringing him in for another kiss. You hated to admit it but he was a damn good kisser. The way your lips both synced together was pure bliss.
You moaned into his mouth only arousing him even further. His pace increased, rubbing your clit faster. You were desperately chasing your orgasm at this point. You'd do anything to find your release.
Alex released from the kiss only to encourage you. “You look so fucking hot right now. Go on, cum for me.” his voice laced with lust.
Your orgasm was coming faster than you were prepared for.
“Look at ya, taking my fingers so nicely.”
You came with a loud moan at his words. Alex had to quickly move his hand to muffle your noises.
“You're gonna have to be quiet if you want us to continue love. I'd hate for us to get caught.” he warned. You only nodded, you couldn't form any words as your orgasm had left your mind all cloudy.
“ I think it's about time you'd return the favor, don't ya think?” he unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor with a clink. His erection was very obvious.
You removed yourself from the counter and landed on your weak knees. You kneeled down in front of him, hooking your fingers on the elastic of his boxers.
You slid them down gently and was greeted with his painfully hard cock. Taking him in your hand, you discovered how girthy he really was.
Alex moaned at your touch, admittedly it was all he had wanted since he first laid eyes on you at that party.
You stroked him gently before softly licking his sensitive tip. He moaned out your name before controlling himself to not get yourselves caught. You continued licking long stripes up his cock, making them unbearably slow on purpose.
His cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes filled your senses until the only thing occupying your mind was him.
“Fuck I'm sorry love I just have to-” before he could finish his sentence, his hand had formed a grasp on the back of your head, thrusting his cock into your mouth.
You whined in surprise but didn't fight it. He bucked his hips forcing himself down your throat.
“Just like that,” he moaned out. By now your head was between both his hands while he fucked into your mouth. “I've been fantasizing about you all night.”
You moaned on his cock due to his filthy words. You felt yourself becoming increasingly more aroused if even possible.
You knew you shouldn't be doing this right now, especially with Alex, but a part of you loved it. Every time he fucked into your throat, every time he pulled your hair had you falling apart right in front of him.
Your eyes never left his, every time he saw your mouth being filled up with his cock he had to hold back the urge to cum right then there.
He finally let you go, his cock leaving your mouth with a pop. You gasped for air and wiped your mouth of the spit that was making its way down your chin.
“I'm dying to see that dress on the floor.” Alex admitted.
You smirked, “I'm gonna need some help then.”
You turned your back towards him pulling your hair to one side, revealing the zipper at the back of your dress.
He stepped towards you steadily, running his hands up the zipper before tugging it down slowly.
He pushed it down your shoulders leaving a trail of fire on your skin wherever his fingers grazed. The dress finally hit the floor and Alex wasted no time in bending you over the bathroom counter.
He kept your head down on the counter with one hand and your hands behind your back with the other.
“Are ya gonna be good and take it all?” He asked, leaning against your back, whispering in your ear.
“fuck yeah, please just fuck me already Alex.” you whined
He let go of your head to guide his cock to your entrance, pushing in sluggishly. The feeling of him filling you up causing you to scream out his name.
“Be fucking quiet and take it.” He roughly pushed two fingers in your mouth in an attempt to silence you. He quickly bottomed out, reaching the deepest parts in you that had been unexplored until now.
He thrusted in and out of you, taking his time just taking in how you wrapped around him so fantastically like no one had ever done before.
“ya cunt is so tight and wet, Jesus Christ, you're gripping me so fuckin-” he couldn't even finish his sentence as he was overcome with pleasure by you contracting around him.
Alex couldn't help but begin to quicken his pace. Looking at you through the mirror, your face all sweaty and flushed was driving him mad.
Skin slapping echoed throughout the bathroom softly. He pulled you up so that your back was flush with his chest, making his cock reach even deeper into you if possible. He placed one hand on your hip guiding you up and down his length while the other was keeping you silent with his fingers.
“We could've done this sooner darling if you went so damn stubborn.” he taunted.
You arched your back in response, and he chuckled at this. You sucked his fingers to not moan out uncontrollably, but with the new angle it was becoming increasingly difficult.
His hand making its way from your mouth to your chest now cupping your breast, toying with your nipple slightly.
You gnawed on your lip trying not to let many noises escape. Alex made eye contact with you through the mirror, whispering dirty things in your ear.
“Look at you, taking my cock so well. You look so Devine right now.” he praised.
You felt yourself contracting around his cock, your 2nd orgasm approaching quickly. “That's it, make a mess on my cock.” he encouraged.
Your legs trembled at the pleasure as your orgasm washed over you once again. This triggered his own, thrusting in you a few more times before pulling out and leaving ropes of cum on your back.
You threw yourself on the counter since your legs were threatening to give out at any moment.
“You sure you only want this to be a one time thing?”
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