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DILF ALEX PLEASE 🙏🙏
xxvi. teach me, teacher
alex turner x reader
word count: 3091
summary: Watching Mister (Early The Car!) Turner walk around class made you feel in a daze, hoping that one day he'll give you a valuable lesson.
warnings: sp*nking, age gap, slapp*ng, a bit of v*olence, male dom.
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The bell rings, and the class is dismissed but you stay until you finish, focused on the details of each trace of your pencil. These past few weeks have been stressful, finals were soon, and the teachers were exploiting you with millions of projects and exams. But the only class you felt like you had things under control was during drawing class, in today's lesson with Mister Turner, you took your time to trace your pencil lines with black marker and some color. You were lost in oblivion when you suddenly heard the heavy door shut close.
"Still here?" Says Mister Turner coming inside with his second cup of black coffee.
"Sorry... I'll be done in a bit Mister Turner" Your soft voice made his ears ring, and his eyes couldn't escape you. Your hair under your ears, your big doe eyes, and long eyelashes, your pink lips, and cupid's bow, the little beauty spot on your chin like a little kiss, and his eyes rubbed down your soft bare legs, that little skirt in your uniform left plenty for his imagination.
Then, out of nowhere, your eyes cross, in the blink of an eye he goes back to grading more papers while you keep drawing. Your heart skipped a beat, and he shuffled in his seat, feeling a drop of sweat running down his forehead, that little scare made his heart jump.
Mister Turner was a nice teacher to everyone, but recently you were falling behind, you had to take your time with each drawing, and he often was right behind you telling you that you should be working faster for the semester you're in. All you wanted from him were his little notes in your papers congratulating you, and now all you got from him was his notices. When he walks into a room, his big voice makes everyone's heads turn, you always follow him with your eyes wherever spot in the class he is standing in when he moves his hands to try to physically explain something that only in his brain was drawn out perfectly, the way he crosses his arms as he speaks or when he puts his hands on his hips as he's explaining any subject at all, he had a way with words no one else had, you knew that he was blessed with some magic or ability no other man had, you often thought about him.
You were needy for his attention but you were too scared to talk to him, whenever he came to check up on you, all you could do was nod and pray for him to accept your work, that's all you ever wanted, that's all you ever needed. And when he leans in closer to you, you cling to his smell of black coffee and strong cologne, you often lose yourself as you look at the chain that hangs on his neck, looking at it bling.
You hear the pen on the paper grading, and you raise your eyes to look at him, and you catch his eyes stripping down your skirt and rubbing his eyes down your legs. His pupils dilate at the look of your eyes and he drags his eyes back to his papers, pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt as if as though he had exposed one of his weaknesses, one of his guilty pleasures, a secret. He could feel a string of tension begin to rise, many questions in his head, but only one way to solve them.
He stands up from his desk, the heel of his boot clashing against the wooden floor, standing next to you, "Hope you're doing the work that you own me" He says very quietly, almost as if he wished his voice was part of the wind that blew against the windows.
"I don't think I owe you anything," You said, looking at him directly, and confidently.
"Last time I checked, you did" He drawls and slowly walks back to his desk, and you put your pen down
"Well, if you let this one slide then I won't tell anyone that you were looking at my legs," He turns and looks at you with big eyes, a subtle smile crawling to your corners, and you put your things back inside your bag, "I'll see you on Monday" Your fingers brushed your hair back, and he jumped out of his chair as he sees you approaching the door.
He chases you feeling the rush of blood in his ears, "Wait" His arm stretches closing the wooden door before you even try to leave, "You're not gonna say anything, are you?" You stayed quiet, looking at him through your lashes, he sighed, regretting ever revealing the truth, he had no care about what the principals or counselors had to say, what he was deeply concerned about was what you had to say about his twisted and cheeky little perverted secret, "I promise I won't do that again" He says it like a promise, but it didn't feel like one.
"I never said I wanted you to stop," You whispered to him, his big brown eyes blinked slowly as the look in your eyes engraved on his, "Now if you don't mind... I-" You tried to open the door, but there was no need to say anything else when it was clear what he wanted from you.
"You should finish your homework, then you're free to go" You turned on the heel of your shoe, and walked back to the tall table pulling your things out of your bag to keep working.
Mister Turner had watched you bloom into an ungodly magnetic girl, always sitting in the back, quiet, and beautiful. Something stirs inside him whenever he sees you putting on your lipstick and brushing your hair, whenever you sit cross-legged and he's able to see a little bit of your thighs. When you came back to school with your hair cut to your chin, he couldn't stop looking at you as you worked, admiring how your hair fitted and framed your face so perfectly, your big eyes took all of the attention.
Now, you both were alone, based on the words you said he decided to test how far he could go, compared to his hand on your shoulder whenever he congratulated you when you turned in good work, or when your fingertips brushed as he thought you how to solve your questions.
With his hands on his hips, he's determined to stand behind you as your hair reveals a little bit of your nape, "Maybe you should trace that line again,"
"Which one?" You asked with innocence.
He takes a step forward, pointing his finger to the line while his other hand lands on your back, his index and middle right on the clasp of your bra, you're eyes light on fire as his gaze turns darker.
"I liked what you did with your hair... looks pretty on you" You smiled as you tried to hide the redness in your cheeks as he dragged his fingers up your back to caress your hair.
"Thank you" You don't utter another word as he keeps playing with your hair, pretending to be way more invested in your homework than his hands on your hair. He catches onto that, taking a step behind you, he tears his hand from your hair, and you try not to act on it, still pretending to be distracted but he could feel how your body yearns for more.
His hand lands on top of yours, taking it away from the table, and putting it in your belly, sliding it down until it's in between your legs, pressing down on your weak spot, you unconsciously rubbed your legs together but he pressed his crotch against your ass, the bulge on his pants heavy and hard, you rubbed yourself against it.
"You can't pretend you don't want some of it" His hand that was on top of yours now slides down inside your panties, his fingers spreading your wetness all over your cunt, "You're crying for more" Your pencil dropped to the floor as he slowly begins to grind his hard-on against your ass, bending your back so your little holes can drool for more. Your voice didn't make a sound but your face and your body were arching for more, "Tell me that you want it" He says, waiting for your consent. He pressed your cheek against the table, pushing his hips closer to where you needed him, "Stop acting like a dumb fucking cock warming whore" You giggled at the things he has called you.
"You really want me to say that, Mister Turner?" You said with a smile on your face, he took his hands away from you, feeling as though he had made a massive mistake, you turned to look at him right in the eyes, rubbing your thighs together, "But what happens if I don't?"
He catches on to your games, and that little playful smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know, "You want to learn that lesson?"
"You're my teacher... teach me" You smirked, his lips hungrily kissing your mouth, his tongue eager to slip inside your lips, crashing against yours but he took over you so easily that you instantly melted into his arms and hands that gripped your short hair so tightly, into his roughness, you were delighted to do so.
He tossed you back onto your table, raising your skirt and spreading your legs open, his hand in between your legs, dragging your panties down to your ankles, "Arch it" His hand pushed your hips down so you were completely exposed to him.
"Is that the way you like it?" You tease, turning your face to look at him, watching his hand stroking his cock very softly. You played around with him, wiggling your hips just to tease him.
You didn't expect him to hit your bum with his rough hands, sliding his fingers inside you testing how wet your walls were, "I see you like learning the hard way, I gotta repeat meself over and over until you understand"
"Until I understand what?" You joked.
"You're in my class, you follow my rules" A laugh bursts out of your lips, causing him to flip out on you, hitting you harder than the first time, you hissed and he kept hitting you and slamming his hand against your flesh harder, pulling your hair back, each time he hits you, a tear rolls down your cheek but more wetness drips down your thighs, something you couldn't understand. All your fantasies were coming true, "You understand who's in charge right?"
Your legs and arms shaking, he turns you over to face him, whipping a tear from your cheek, squishing your cheeks together, nodding your head to tell him you understand, "I'll do anything for it" His little evil smirk spreads across his lips as he sees your almond colored eyes sparkle beneath his touch.
He grips your hips tightly, smothering his lips against your mouth, pinching your cheeks together, and ripping apart the kiss, "There are no other better words" He bends you over against the table, kicking your feet to spread open your legs, grabbing a fist of your hair, the tip of his slippery head right in between your thighs, teasing you slowly until you couldn't help yourself anymore, you stupidly tried to grab him and let loose, he pulls harder on your hair, sticking a slap right across your face, "I told you to not play around like that, you think this is funny?" He spat into your ear, slowly easing himself inside you.
Your teeth bite your lower lip and hum as he gently drags back his dick and slides it back inside your little hole, his fingers in between your legs going in circles, but as he pulls his hips back you can feel your walls tightening around him, begging him to stay inside you, "Oh my fuckin'- please... just please... I need you" You cry out miserably trying to convince him.
"Toughen up, I don't wanna hear a single noise coming' out of that mouth, you understand?" You nod your head as a tear rolls down your face, waiting impatiently for him to fuck you senseless, the anticipation getting the best of you, "You're drooling for more..." He teased your entrance, coating the head of his cock with your juices, "Didn't know you were like that..." Your name rolls out of his tongue like glory, and it sounds deathly and precious.
He eases his way inside you, your breathing gets stuck in your nose, and you try to keep up with the way his hips collide against your bum slowly at first, but with each moment you drag your hips back at the same time as him, he went deeper and deeper, and your legs started to feel it, you felt something burning inside you, something that tingled away in between your legs, and you were oozing for more, for something that put an end to it.
Your body tensed up as he suddenly grabbed a fast and hard pace, you could feel his skin burning against yours, digging his nails into your thighs, tearing and bruising your skin, there was no better pain, no other man that you ever desired. His fingers slipped inside your mouth until your throat closed, a burst of saliva coming out of your mouth as you pushed his body away from you.
He burst into laughter as you try to catch your breath, "What the fuck is your problem?" You gasped for air, "That was-"
"Too much?" He says with a smudged smile, "Thought you wanted me to teach you, you're not up for it anymore?" The cheeky tone in his voice mocked yours perfectly, you knew what this was all about.
"No, it's not that-"
"Oh come on, I knew you weren't serious, always laughing at me like I'm some sort of joke, and now you come here with all of this crying and whining, God! You can't handle anything" Your eyebrows frown together, "Don't look at me with those eyes" All you wanted was to scream and spit into his face all those vile words on your mind, but your tears ran down your face, the anger causing your insides to fire up and evaporate through tears. He set all of that fire at first glance.
He drags you closer to him by the elbow, "You can't say you don't feel what I'm feeling right now" Your nose reddened, his intentions just as clear as his writing on the chalkboard, he wanted you to fight for him "If you want me to be yours, I'll be part of you in any way you want... but just do it now, because I want you" Your arms around his neck, he kisses your cheek tasting your salty tears. But he was on top of you since the beginning, and like the man he is, nothing is really good enough for him, "I said I would do anything for you and I will, just keep me" You blinked your eyes slowly, his arms dragging your body closer to his.
His hands flew across your face, a spank of wind drying up your tears. He bends you over against the desk, hearing the weakness in your voice and the need for him had his mind so fixated on you, this fight had stopped and now he felt like the winner, he liked the triumph and the fulfillment of feeling your body twist and bend just the way he wanted, and you felt happy he could feed of your body like a vulture.
Your body relaxed as his arms hugged you close, lips on your neck, nose in your hair, not a single noise coming out of your lips, your mind was off wondering how long it took him to end you. His body smashing yours repeatedly, you looking at him through the crack of your neck, watching his eyes turn black, "You're enjoying this, you can't hide nothing from me" Your eyes closed tightly as you can feel him forcing himself deeper in that tight space, "You love when I get all mad on you, don't you?" Your cheeky smile burst onto the surface, he had caught you since the beginning, but he didn't want to fight anymore, there was no need for that. He can feel his heart palpitating so fast at the look of your pillowy pink cracked lips, his hands running down your soft hair, your body rocking against his so nicely that it makes his whole body vibrate, he's at a loss for words, so he wraps his arm around your waist, grabbing your hand and closing shut your mouth as your eyebrows push together and your walls began to contract and he pushed himself deeper inside feeling you burst like bubblegum, and your walls began to slowly ease up as your body gets covered with little flickers of electricity.
His eyes feel heavy as he smothers his cock in all your wetness, his gasps for air humming your name, playing around with your clit, and you were so sensitive and he couldn't get enough, but you were willing to handle more just for your man. His body was slowly losing balance and he grunted and you could feel him sliding outside of you so easily, feeling something warm splash into your inner thigh. That last warm breath of lust breezing your cheek.
"Here" He whipped down your thigh, and you adjusted your panties and your hair, and as you turned around, he pulled you close to him, giving you a gentle and caring kiss on your head. Your hearts warm up to each other instantly, "You did great, me darlin'"
"Thank you" That's all you needed to hear from him. He didn't call you by any other thing but his.
A/N
This was a special one, dedicated to my girl, my real, my best friend, and ofc thank you anon for your request but this was like two birds in one bullet sort of thing. She's my number one fan, and I gotta thank her for reading all of this, and for making me feel good about telling her about this, I thought I would take many things to grave but turns out, she's taking some of mine and I'll be taking some of her's, because that's what love is.
I lob u 😈💋
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Miracle Aligner
Alex Turner Series
Series Masterlist
Summary: Who knew Alex Turner, frontman to one of the greatest bands of this generation had the worst luck in love. As a romantic who's quite familiar with heartbreak, Turner's grown sick of looking for a spark he knows will eventually turn to ash. So, while visiting a local pub, how was he supposed to know that a drunken Tuesday night would change his sombre tune forever?
Inspired by the album Everything You've Come To Expect.
Mature content (sexual acts, language)
Original character.
Chapter one:
Aviation
Toronto, November 15, 2015
5:57 pm
Alex's POV
"That's enough Turner!" Zach yells over the various clamouring instruments. "You've been working on these songs for weeks and this was the best you got mate?" Jaime continues with a snort. "Yeah?" I huff, rolling my eyes. Jaime and Zach exchange a knowing look before Zach pipes up again, "You know what Al,? Why don't you call it a night, maybe go out, meet a few girls, have fun." He then glances to my right. "Miles you stay and finish your set."
"What's this?" I jest, bewildered by my bandmates.
"Sorry Al, the songs you've been writing these days just aren't the Shadow Puppets brand," Jaime trails off, looking more empathetic than his counterpart. My brows crease further into my eyelids and I dully unclasp the guitar strap from my shoulder. "My songs don't fit the 'brand' of my band?" I glare at them in disbelief as the two share another look.
"Sorry Al, but your material has been all doom and gloom these days." Miles now exclaims while avoiding my troubled expression. He pauses before continuing. "Your greatest hits are love songs, passionate shite." Miles's eyes then connect with my own, and I finally understand what he's implying. "It's been a while mate." His last statement was the final blow.
That's right, I haven't been with anyone for months, romantically, physically, and everybody knows it. These days I just find romance to be tiresome. Even a shag doesn't seem to excite me much anymore. I've simply gone mad, that's what it is.
Though they seem to have me all figured out, I refuse to give in to their remarks. "You lot have lost it. I'll come back when you've come to your senses!" I bark out while snatching up my guitar and jacket. The boy's faint snickers fill the room as I take off towards the door. "Aw c'mon, Al!" Jaime carries out, stifling his laughter. I slam the door behind me with unnecessary force, utterly infuriated.
Instantly after leaving the studio, I feel the blistering Canadian winter encase my narrow frame. "Bugger," I snit before whipping out my phone, in hopes an Uber would usher me away from this frost. To my dismay, because of the excessive snowfall, transport was either delayed or unavailable, and I had no interest in sticking around roadside. So, I switched to searching for a local pub, racing out of the cold.
...
After a numbing 10-minute journey, I reached a pub called Les Cactus and ripped open its wooden entrance, embracing its heat.
Whilst I take a seat on the nearest bar stool, a flash of red catches the corner of my eyes. A waitress with her back turned serves drinks to a group of men who gawk at her with an unreserved fancy. Momentarily, I admire her long, fiery hair that flows down her fit backside. Fortunately, the incoming bartender removes me from my fairly pervy thoughts. "What can I get for ya buddy?" The bartender ranks down my features, odd excitement filling his own. "You got any Bulleit?" He smirks.
"Sure thing." He spins away from me, before quickly rotating back and whispering for my ears only, "Big fan by the way." I smile politely with a nod as he disappears into the bar to prepare my drink. My gaze returns to the space where the redhead once stood, which is now vacant.
"Here ya go. Let me know if you need anything else!" The bartender ponders shortly before speaking, "My name's Mickey by the way." He places my bourbon down with an oddly suggestive wink.
8:24 pm
"Maybe consider spacing out your next drink Alex. I get you're a millionaire and money ain't a thing," Mickey bobs his head, taking note of appearance, "but you're kinda overdoing it buddy," he finishes. I scoff at his smirk and slap a bill on the countertop.
"Another." My face and tone drop in an attempt to be taken seriously, but my drunken command doesn't detour Mickey's delight.
"You're the boss."
"Uh-uh, that's at least his sixth drink this hour M." An unfamiliar feminine voice pitches in. It's husky and demanding, and so, I intend to listen.
Curiously turning to look, my vision is consumed by that recognizable carrot-like head. If I was captivated before seeing her face, I was surely a goner now.
Mickey ceases his actions while she stares between us with scrutiny. I'm gobsmacked and she clearly takes my silence as a sort of confirmation. "Right, no more for him. Okay M?" Mickey nods sternly, face falling moderately as her tone leaves no room for opposition.
"Alex!" I practically cry out before Red gets the chance to leave. Smooth Turner.
"Excuse me?"
"I-uh, name's Alexander..." Yeah, very smooth.
"Jennie." She states curtly, evidently bemused. She then moves swiftly on her heel towards the kitchen. Straight away I grimace, pulling a hand to my forehead, rubbing its lines harshly. "Not a word." Mickey chuckles quietly and goes back to his work.
9:41 pm
"Still here, Alexander?" My head shoots up, startled by Red. When did I even fall asleep-
"Yes?" She snorts at my jumbled reply.
"Want me to call you a cab? A shrink perhaps?"
"M' sorry?" I question clumsily.
"Oh? I just thought you may need one, after hearing what you told to Mickey." Her sultry voice echoes out her rather devious grin. "God." My eyes widen in horror which aids her impending elation. "What have I said?"
"Nothing really, just that..." She starts counting her digits absentmindedly. "You've got no luck writing your music, no love life. Oh, and you have no sex life!" She proclaims the last part with glee. Jesus, please end this nightmare.
"I did not."
"Did too."
"I've had too much drink."
"Drunken words are sober thoughts." Jennie carries on smiling at my trepidation. Maybe I'd find her charming if her jokes weren't at my expense. "That's it, I'm not tipping." I declare pathetically. Her devilish smirk doesn't falter. "Seriously? Things can't be that bad! Mickey tells me you're actually a successful musician."
"That you've obviously never heard of." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of our conversation. She laughs aloud at my response, which I admit, brought a genuine smile to my face. It really has been a while.
Her face then goes blank. "Alexander."
"Alex."
"Alex. You're young." She pauses, her gaze sweeps my shaggy appearance. "Ish"
"Ouch." I flinch jokingly, earning myself another gorgeous laugh and playful swat.
"Hey! And you're good-looking."
"Ish." I interrupt again with a chuckle and her smile grows.
"No!" She more or less shouts, "You have a lot to work with, trust me." Her hands gesture nimbly. "The only thing standing in the way of you getting laid is yourself." A surprise roar of laughter leaves my lips shortly and I shake my head in disbelief.
"You're selling yourself short here Alexander," Red concludes. "Alex-"
"You're wasting your youth-ish," she interrupts me once again and a sliver of silence washes over us.
It's as if we're the only ones in this packed pub, eyes locked on one another, communicating beyond words. Her deep hazel orbs focus on my brown ones. "What do you suggest I do then, Jennie?" Lightly raising a brow, my words dare her while her lovely name rolls off my tongue. I can't help but revel in how it sounds.
Then something flashes in her fixated stare.
"Let's get out of here."
Chapter two
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Baby I'm Yours | Alex Turner
(fem!reader)
Contains content suitable for those above 18 years of age. Minors do not continue!
Summary: morning sex. Just super fluffy Alex!!
Warnings (18+): smut, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fluff
Nothing compares to the feeling of being wrapped in the arms of the man you love, bodies pressed close together as you run your hands through his soft hair. Every so often he presses light kisses on your forehead and cheek, the both of you revelling in the peaceful atmosphere.
The two of you have both somehow managed to stay in bed until the early afternoon, worn out from the event you attended the previous day though you suspected it was more the activities that went on during the late hours of the night that have you so tired, images of Alex underneath you as you ride him flashing through your mind. The memory of his pants and moans crystal clear. You press yourself up against him even further - which was barely possible - at the thought, the warmth of his bare chest comforting. With him just in his boxers and you in an oversized t-shirt and briefs, there was barely anything separating you. He senses your movements and squeezes you tighter, a chuckle escaping his lips.
“You okay, darling?” He asks, smiling down at you.
“I’m better than okay,” You respond teasingly, raising your eyebrows at him and tilting your head slightly to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Come here,” he grins, patting his lap and you don’t hesitate to follow his request, sitting gently on his thighs as he’s layed down, his hands instinctively resting on your hips.
“Gorgeous,” he mutters, looking you up and down. You can’t help but cup his face in your hands, admiring his sheer beauty.
“Do we have any plans tonight?” You ask, absentmindedly playing with his hair.
“Why?” He smirks, and you realise the way in which he’s taken what you said. “Was last night not enough for you?”
“Shut up,” You say, cheeks flushing slightly, even though you know you have no reason to be embarrassed in front of him. “Last night was amazing. But I’m not talking about that, I was just wondering if I should cook us a nice dinner.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that, baby,” he smiles, looking you up and down yet again, drawing patterns on your hips and thighs with his fingers. “We’ll order pizza, or something.”
“My cooking not good enough for you?” You joke, shaking your head at him.
“No, that’s not it,” He bites his lip mischievously and you wish you knew what he was thinking. “It’s just that you’re not going to be able to be stood in the kitchen cooking after this.”
“After wha-” You’re cut off when he flips you over onto the mattress in a split second so that your body is now pressed beneath him.
“Alex!” You laugh in shock as he peppers small kisses across your neck and collarbone. Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you pull him up so his lips meet yours in a sweet, passionate kiss, unable to help the quiet moan that falls off your tongue when his length briefly presses between your legs, through your underwear.
Wordlessly, he reaches for the bottom of your shirt, but he doesn’t need to speak. Arching your back upwards and lifting your arms, you allow him to remove your top, fully exposing the top half of your body to him.
He wastes no time in moving his kisses downwards to your chest, palming one breast and attending to the other with his lips, hungrily sucking on and circling your nipple with his tongue. He spends time worshipping your body, moving his mouth to your other breast when he sees fit, then gradually trailing his kisses down your stomach and closer to where you need him most, fully aware of how desperate you are for him.
“Please, Alex,” You lift your head up to look at him, grateful for the time he is spending on you, but needing some kind of relief.
“Relax,” he reassures you, and you immediately lay your head back down on the pillow, trusting him because he knows exactly how your body works, better than yourself even. “That’s it. Good girl.”
He reaches your thighs and traces his tongue upwards, along the inside of them, causing your hips to subconsciously lift off the bed, aching for more. He pushes you back down, keeping his hands firmly on your hips and you squirm as he runs his tongue through your folds.
“You’re beautiful,” he mutters, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip. “I’m going to make you feel so good, doll.” You had no doubt he would.
He begins to press small, wet kisses to your clit, before circling it with his tongue. Constantly switching up his movements, he effortlessly builds you up. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open, but force them to so that you can look at the beautiful man in between your legs. The eye contact you’d make when he looks up for your approval. The way his stubble would ever so slightly brush against your inner thigh. How his nose would make the slightest contact with your clit as he switches up his position. It’s all overwhelming.
Soon enough, he’s brought you to the edge, and all it takes is one flick of his tongue to send you over, repeating his name over and over, showing your gratitude through the only words you can manage at that point in time.
He moves one of his hands to grip yours through your orgasm, easing you through by carrying on his movements, only much slower and softer.
Once you’ve come down, Alex speaks, barely giving you time to process what just happened. “I’m getting you there again, darling.”
Before you have time to respond, his tongue makes contact with your clit again, causing you to gasp.
He gently pushes your thighs apart, spreading your legs open further. As he starts sucking on your clit, his hands creep up your body, reaching your waist and holding you in place firmly as you start to writhe slightly under him.
"Remember, doll. You need to relax." He whispers. Easier said than done when you have this man attending to you.
But you try your best, revelling in the euphoric feeling flooding through your veins again, building you up even faster this time. He speeds up his movements and your hands automatically shoot down to cling onto his hair as he hits the exact right spot with the exact right movement.
"Right there," you moan and he chuckles, repeating the movement again. "Fuck!"
You can’t help but wrap your legs around his head, the pleasure shooting up your legs indescribable. In response Alex moans slightly, his mouth still pressed up against your heat, sending vibrations.
You feel one of his hands leaving your hips, missing the warmth of his palm pressed against your bare skin, but you don’t have time to fully miss it before, without warning, his finger slips inside you, and you immediately clench around him, needy for more.
Sensing your need, he adds another finger, pumping in and out slowly while simultaneously stimulating you with his tongue. Your hips buck up and you try to grind against his fingers, but he presses you back down and moves at his own pace, only gradually increasing the speed of his fingers.
He has you on the very edge and he is fully aware of that fact. As he slowly moves his fingers faster, he keeps the movements of his tongue in sync with this speed. Unable to form any coherent thought or speech, your mind is hazy and clouded with lust, moans the only sound you’re able to make.
His fingers reach a certain spot, hitting it over and over while his lips close around your clit. It takes one final push of his fingers and flick of his tongue and you’re gone, explosions behind your eyes and your whole body unable to move, except for your legs which were squeezing tightly around Alex’s head.
You lay back, eyes closed for a period of time that you’re unsure of. But once your head starts to clear, you open your eyes and look down to the end of the bed where Alex was just waiting for you to come back down, doing nothing but taking you in. He enjoyed watching you like this. Liked being the reason that you were dripping down your legs, hair dishevelled, unable to speak.
“You’re beautiful,” he sighs, making his way back directly above your face, licking his lips as he does so, purposefully waiting so that you could see your wetness on his lips. “And you’re all mine.” He teases, cupping your face and kissing you, not giving you time to speak.
“You’re amazing, Al,” you say breathlessly once he pulls away, still recovering.
“I’m not done yet,” he smirks, tucking your hair back. He shifts slightly and you feel his erection press up against you, gasping at the slight pressure against your clit.
Not willing to wait any longer, you reach your hand into his boxers and palm his length and he bucks into your touch, groaning. He’s painfully hard, the sight of you as he ate you out too much.
You pull him out of his boxers and continue your hand movements, satisfied with the way his eyes flutter shut and he sighs with relief.
"Need to be inside you, baby," he mutters, replacing your hand with his, so he can promptly line himself up at your entrance.
Without hesitation, he pushes inside you fully and holds himself there momentarily, adjusting to the way you so blissfully clench around him. No matter how many times you and Alex do this, the feeling never fails to be overwhelming.
Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his back, lifting your hips up so he can get deeper and cling onto his back with your arms, scratching his skin with your nails ever so slightly. He starts moving in and out slowly, letting you get used to the feeling.
His lips make his way back to yours in a passionate kiss as he gently fucks you, showing all of his adoration for you. Arms shaking slightly, you find his hands again which are placed next to your head and intertwine your fingers with his, both of your hands feeling slightly clammy.
"You feel incredible, darling," he pants, briefly breaking the kiss.
His movements speed up gradually, but are still gentle and loving, getting you closer and closer every second.
The way he looks at you so lovingly, gasping each time he pushes himself inside you makes you feel like the luckiest woman alive. To have all his affection focused on you. His immaculate knowledge of your body.
"I'm so close, Al," you whimper. Already.
"I know, let go for me," he says, giving a final push.
And you do, squeezing your eyes shut and crying his names, bodies pressed together. Pure pleasure jolts through you, saying his name like a prayer.
He stops moving inside you briefly, letting go of your hand to move your hair out of your face.
"God, I love you unbelievable amounts," he declares and before you can reply, he suddenly starts moving inside you again, faster than the last time.
He hisses, his features screwing up slightly at the feeling of you clenching around him again.
"Please don't stop," you beg, wishing this feeling could last forever.
"I'm not going to, love." He reassures you, trailing off into a moan as his movements get much more vigorous. Often times he liked to tease you, but this was not one of them times. He knew what you needed and was set on giving it to you.
All you can do is grab onto his hair, which by now is damp from sweat, moaning and panting underneath him.
"You're so wet for me," Alex groans. The obscene noises of him moving in and out of your wetness only fuelling you, bringing to closer yet again.
"Harder," you whisper, unable to string together a full sentence.
He chuckles, following your command and hitting the perfect spot over and over and over, becoming overwhelming.
Your hips slam together and the both of your moans grow increasingly louder, filling the room, sure your neighbours must be able to hear exactly what you're doing.
Your eyes keep fluttering shut but you force them opening, wanting to keep them on the beautiful sight above you. Hair hanging over his eyes, cheeks flushed, biting his lips. He truly was beautiful and you wanted nothing more than to let him know. Barely able to speak, however, you can't use words, so instead press your lips to his softly.
You moan into each other's mouths, the kiss soon becoming messy and rough as Alex continually pounds into you. He moves his kisses from your mouth to your jawline to your neck, where he sucks and bites, leaving a mark.
That sensation tips you over the edge, already built up so much. Without warning, you release around him as he continues moving at the same pace.
"Alex!" You cry out, contracting around him. This triggers his release and you feel him cum inside you as he sings your praises.
Gradually, his movements slow down as he fucks you through the both of your orgasms, and then pulls out and collapses next to you.
Automatically, you snuggle up next to him, despite the fact that your lower body feels like jelly.
You kiss his cheek, unable to keep your hands off him. Everything about this man is perfect.
"I've done a good job then," he says, a lopsided grin plastered on his face.
"I'm all sleepy again, now," you giggle and he squeezes your butt playfully.
"You always do a good job and you know that," I laugh. "You amaze me."
You've never felt happier than all these times that Alex holds you in his arms, and wish you could express how much he truly means to you in words.
"I love you so much," you sigh, happily, staring up into his big brown eyes.
"I love you too, darling," he smiles contentedly, holding your face in his hand and stroking his thumb over your mouth. "So, so much."
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Hate Me
Alex Turner x reader | can u tell I’ve never worked a desk job | hate sex | fanfic logic | probs a bit rusty from not writing in months lol sorry |
Here you were, sat across the board room table from the most pretentious cunt you had ever laid your eyes on. Alex Turner. A man you knew all too well, a living stereotype. A pure, unadulterated asshole.
You knew his type. A know-it-all prodigy that never truly got over the undeserved praise he was given as a child. Not like anyone felt the need to stand up to him. It seemed as if you were the only one affected by the condescending tone he never seemed to shake. Sure, it wasn't helping your case that you actually had the guts to call him out on it, even if you couldn't help the admittedly condescending tone you gave right back to him.
It was the sound of a snap in front of your face that brought you back to reality. Your boss, Mr. Williams, had just asked you a question about this quarters profits. Your attention was drawn to Alex, scoffing with an unbearable smirk on his face as he took a drink of his tea.
You stumbled over your words as you frantically searched the stack of papers in front of you. However, Alex, naturally taking any and every chance to make you look less than, already knew the answer to his question.
“Well sir, our profits for this quarter are up 20% from last quarters reports” He stated smugly, giving you a pretentious wink as he took another sip of his tea. You rolled your eyes at his antics, as well as the praise that always followed almost anything and everything he said.
“Thank you, Mr. Turner” Your boss responded with a smile on his face before turning his attention back to you.
“And as for you,“ Your boss started, aiming his attention at you, “ you should be on top of it. I expect more from you.”
You sighed as the rooms attention was taken from you and placed back on your boss, sinking in your chair as you felt Alex’s eyes on you.
The rest of the meeting went by relatively easily, even if all questions that would have been directed at you were now solely directed at Alex.
As you walked out of the room and back to your desk, you still felt the lingering sense of Alex’s eyes on you. As you turned around to test that theory, you were met with Alex mindlessly gazing at you, his eyes shooting towards your desk as you caught him.
“What do you want, Alex?” You ask with a sigh, your mild annoyance clear in your tone.
“Love, I wasn’t staring at you, I'm not as obsessed with you as you are with me.” He replied quickly with a small laugh.
You shook your head as you turned away from him, focusing on the computer in front of you as you began typing.
Alex, seemingly dissatisfied by your lack of a reaction, stood up from his chair, walking over to your desk.
As he towered over you, staring at the papers in front of you as he leaned closer.
In the moment, you hesitantly took your eyes off of your computer screen, staring over at his arms, the sleeves of his shirt folded up his arms, the buttons unbuttoned just a bit too far, something you wished you could get mad at. Wishing you could cling to anything he did wrong to justify the anger you felt towards him.
However, as you felt his breath on your neck, and you tried your best to push any thoughts of hate towards the front of your mind, you just couldn’t.
Or at least you couldn’t until his voice broke the silence
“You misspelled that, Love”
You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to keep your composure as you hesitantly fixed the mistake he pointed out.
“Thank you” You replied, the bitterness in your tone apparent.
He let out a small chuckle as he responded
“Just trying to help you out there, Love”
There was a moment of awkward silence as he continued peering at your computer screen, now so close you could feel his breath.
“Can you back up?” You asked, moving in your chair to look up at him.
His eyes traveled around your face before meeting your gaze, causing you to break the contact, staring down at the floor as he let out another small chuckle, moving his hand from your desk to his hair, brushing back any hair that may have been out of place. He naturally didn’t have a single hair out of place.
“And why should I?”
“Because I asked you to, Alex”
He let out a small scoff, searching your face for a sign that you didn’t want him to, but the signal never came. The smirk disappearing from his face, he retreated back to his chair, this time more focused on the floor than you.
You attempted to regain your focus, but the consistent tapping of his foot on the floor broke any focus you had found.
“Alex, for the last time, please do me a favor and be quiet.”
You expected a moment of silence at the very least. Hoping that the sounds of him thinking up a response would distract him for just a second and get him to stop tapping. However, he responded immediately, almost as if he was reading your mind.
“And what if I don’t listen to you?”
“Alex, please-“
“Oh, you’re begging me now?” He said, his smirk evident in his voice.
“Alex.” You said, more sternly this time, thanking the universe that he couldn’t see the redness on your face from where he was sat.
Not that this really mattered, as he stood up, almost silently walking to you and sitting down on your desk.
“For someone who claims to really fuckin hate me, you’re pretty red right now.” He said, leaning over to get a better look at your face as you tried to hide from him.
You stood up abruptly, surprising Alex as you grabbed your jacket and walked away, not even turning your computer off or cleaning up as you left.
That night was full of regret. Regret that you let him get to you. Regret that you had talked to him in the first place. Regret that you didn’t know the answer to the questions in the meeting. Regret that you had left. You were mainly worried about your computer. But still, there was one redeeming fact about the next day. It was Friday. All you had to do was survive the next day and you would have at least two days for Alex to forget anything ever happened.
As you walked into the office, trying your best not to make eye contact with Alex as he stood by your desk, talking to your boss. Surely a coincidence, right?
At worst this was an attempt to upset you, but as you looked upon your desk, now clean and tidy, a much different state than you left it in, you figured that maybe he wasn’t trying to upset you.
You silently walked over to your desk, sitting down, feeling Alex’s eyes on you for just a brief second. You looked down at your desk and found a small note.
“Really shouldn’t leave your desk that messy, Love, seems a bit unprofessional, not what I would expect from you. X -Alex”
You quickly crumpled the note into a ball, throwing it into the basket next to you as you sighed.
You attempted to keep your head down that day, not eating or drinking anything besides a half empty bottle of water you had on your desk.
As the day came to a close, your coworkers left one by one until once again, it was just you and Alex.
As Alex walked by your desk, exiting into a small hallway, you almost thought he would do you the favor of leaving, until he turned around, placing a cup of water and a bag of chips on your desk.
You looked up at him, expecting him to say something, give a snarky remark, but instead you were met with a simple glance as he walked back to his desk.
You swallowed your pride as you turned towards him.
“Thank you, Alex” You said with the most genuine smile you could muster towards him
He scoffed before responding
“Don’t mention it Love, I just thought that maybe if you had something besides a singular sip of water you might actually get something done for once.”
You rolled your eyes as you stood up.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Alex? You couldn’t have just set the cup down, walked away and shut your mouth? No, you just had to make a comment, God forbid Alex Turner doesn’t get the last word, right?”
He let out a small scoff as he stood up, almost closing the distance between you two. So close you could smell the gel of his hair, so close you could feel your cheeks turn red against your will.
“Love, I don’t owe you fuckin anything. You’re lucky I did anything for you, You’re lucky I cleaned up your desk when you left yesterday, I do more shit for you than you deserve, but you just cannot say thank you, can you?”
He continued walking, pushing you until the back of your legs hit your desk.
“Not to mention I saved your ass in that meeting, I think you should be thanking me”
You pushed off the desk a bit as you replied
“How did you save me exactly? By correcting me with the biggest fucking smirk on your fucking face?”
“If I didn’t say anything he would have waited for your answer, and we all know you don’t actually know what the fuck you’re talking about.” He said with a laugh.
“I seriously don’t know what the fuck your problem is, Alex. I hate you, and yet I have been nothing but kind to you, and you can’t even-“
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, you hate me, maybe I’d believe that more if you didn’t turn bright red every time I so much as look at you.”
“Jesus, Alex, why can’t you-“
“Can I kiss you?”
You paused for a moment, trying to find a reason inside of you to be still angry, trying to find a sign that he was joking but you couldn’t find one.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“You heard what I said, or maybe you’re dumber than I thought.” He said, a light redness creeping up to his face.
“Yeah, well maybe you should repeat it.” You said, still struggling to comprehend what he had just said.
With a scoff and an eye roll, he raised his vision to the ceiling as he repeated himself
“I said can I kiss you?”
You nodded your head for a second while processing his words before speaking.
“Okay… and why would you ask me that?”
“Jesus fucking Christ it’s a simple yes or no question.” He said, the annoyance and almost anger showing in his voice.
“Yes.” you replied, your mouth working faster than your brain could create a rational response.
With that, he leaned in to erase the distance between you, but you leaned back, out of his way as he groaned in annoyance
“ So it’s a no then?”
You stumbled over your words for a moment, embarrassed by your reaction, embarrassed by the whole situation.
“No, it’s.. it’s a yes.”
A smirk spread across his face as he leaned forward again. You didn’t lean away this time as your lips met his.
After a moment, he pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath before he spoke.
“See? It wasn’t that fuckin hard, was it?”
“I.. I have to go” You said, quickly grabbing your bag, cleaning up your desk, and almost bolting for the exit.
Behind you, you could hear the sound of Alex sighing in disappointment, but your focus was primarily on ensuring that you made it out of the door without tripping.
As you entered your house that night, you couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was Friday, which meant two days without seeing Alex. Two days for him to decide that whatever game he was playing wasn’t worth it, two days for things to go back to the way they were before.
You slept semi-peacefully that night, knowing you wouldn’t have to face Alex, or anyone for that matter, the next day.
Or so you thought.
When you woke up you didn't exactly expect your breakfast to be interrupted by a knock at the door, so naturally, you ignored it. You weren’t even out of your sleeping attire at this time, so you silently hoped it was a delivery person of some sort who would simply drop the package at your door and leave you alone, but when you heard a second, much more aggressive knock, you figured that wasn’t the case.
With a groan, you opened the door to reveal none other than Alex Turner.
You quickly slammed the door, catching a bit of his hand in the process, causing him to let out a loud string of obscenities.
“What do you want, Alex?” You shouted through the door, still debating if you should open the door or not.
“Well first I want to know why you slammed the door on my fuckin hand”
You felt a bit bad about hurting him, so you figured you owed him the ability to talk without a door between him and you.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, but why are you at my house at 8 am on a fucking Saturday?” You asked, the genuine tone in your voice turning exasperated as your sentence went on.
“Well it’s 9 AM love, almost 9:30 so maybe check your clock.” He shot back, still holding his injured hand in the other.
“Still doesn’t answer my question, why are you at my house right now? If I didn’t feel so bad for almost breaking your hand in the fucking door I’d damn near file a restraining order.”
He rolled his eyes at your claim.
“Yeah, I'm sure that the girl who was making out with me yesterday would file a restraining order against me for trying to talk to her like an adult instead of running off.”
You rolled your eyes back, sighing.
“And with the blush on your face, I don’t think you’re actually that upset with me for showing up, are you?”
You hardly could think up a response before he cut you off.
“Not a good idea to answer your door like that by the way, just looking out for you.” He said, gesturing towards your clothes as he walked into your house.
“Not a good idea to walk into strangers' houses uninvited either, Alex.”
He let out a small chuckle at this
“Stranger? Is that what you call everyone you make out with?”
“Alex, for the love of God, we did not make out, you kissed me one time.”
“Yeah, well, if I recall correctly, you were the one so flustered by that one kiss that you had to leave, couldn’t bear looking at me after.”
“Why are you here, Alex?”
“Oh can I not check in on my friends now?”
“Oh, we’re friends now?” You asked with a laugh. “I don’t think I would consider us particularly friendly, Alex.”
“Fair point, most people don’t just make out with people they are friendly with, do they?”
“God, you cannot process the fact that we didn’t fucking make out, Alex, I would absolutely never make out with a man like you.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
You stood silently for a moment, not fully comprehending what he meant.
“What?”
“Prove it. Prove that if I wanted to make out with you, you would reject me.”
“Okay, and how am I meant to do that-”
He cut you off with his lips on yours again, and as your hand hesitantly raised to his chest to push him away, you couldn’t muster up the strength, and instead placed your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
You stayed like this for a long moment before he pulled away.
“Didn’t exactly seem like that was a rejection, Love” He said, slightly out of breath.
“Alex, shut the fuck up.” You gasped out, pulling him back to you, kissing him again.
His hands trailed down from your face, stopping at your hips. He lightly motioned you to your couch, where you sat down, his lips still on yours.
With him on top of you, his hands trailed to the edge of your shirt, silently asking if he could take it off. You nodded and he pulled it off.
“You know, for someone who really wants to act like she hates me, getting you to take your tits out was incredibly fucking easy.”
“Alex shut the fuck up for once and maybe you’ll actually get-“
You were cut off by him squeezing his hands down your pants and lightly squeezing you through your panties.
“Oh Love i’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off, what were you saying?” He asked, his sweet tone laced with sarcasm as he continued, pulling your shorts down.
“”Oh so you’re gonna get me naked but keep your clothes on? Doesn’t seem too fair.”
“For the love of god, shut the fuck up. Do I need to put my cock down your throat for you to stay quiet for once?”
Your breath hitched at the idea, but you said nothing.
“Oh, you like that idea? You like the idea of me shoving my cock in your mouth and shutting you up? Of course you do, of course you fucking do.”
He said, scrambling to take his belt off, pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his half hard cock.
“Well Love, are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna put that fucking mouth to good use for once?”
You hesitantly obliged, slowly lifting your hand to his cock, slowly stroking him before you put him in your mouth.
Alex was clearly unimpressed by this, grabbing the back of your head and pushing it towards his stomach, making you gag on him.
You attempted to pull off for a brief moment, but his hand on the back of your head prevented it.
He controlled the pace, using you however he saw fit to make him feel good, ignoring the spit drooling down your chin as you gagged sloppily on his cock.
“See? Isn’t it so much better when the only sound coming out of your fucking mouth are gags from my cock?”
A few minutes later, he pulled you off of his cock, not even cleaning your chin from the spit and precum as he pulled your panties down. He got on his knees and forcefully spread your legs apart, gripping your thighs harshly as he put his mouth on you.
You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact which caused him to back up for a short moment, slapping your already swollen clit before continuing.
He skillfully used his tongue on your clit, pushing two fingers into your glistening pussy, causing you to moan again.
At this, he dug his nails deep into your thigh, to the point you expected bruising as his pace grew quicker, more aggressive, spitting, biting, and licking at your clit until you came on his face.
He stayed between your thighs for a moment, leaving small bites on your clit and inner thighs before standing up again.
“Okay, so what’s gonna happen here is i’m gonna pound you until you can’t fucking take it anymore and i’m not gonna stop until you’re begging, alright?”
Your head still fuzzy from your orgasm, you nodded your head lightly, before having your face pushed down into the couch, your ass up as he slowly entered his aching cock into you.
He didn’t take his time, going at an almost mind numbing speed almost immediately, letting out groans paired with your whimpers as he used you, going at whatever pace made him feel best.
It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to wash through you, but his ruthless pace continued, his hips hitting your ass with every thrust.
“God you even whine like a bitch when i’m fucking you.”
You couldn’t help but let out an even louder whimper at his vulgarities, causing him to leave a harsh slap on your ass, causing you to moan.
“Oh you like that? Of course you fucking line that, you’re a filthy fucking slut.”
You could have came again just from his words but tried to hold off as best you could, already feeling a bit pathetic from the reactions he had garnered so far.
He kept thrusting into you, letting out strings of obscenities, his grip on your hips so tight it almost hurt, but it only added to the pleasure.
You felt your third orgasm of the night wash over you, and it became abundantly clear that you couldn’t handle anymore.
Nonetheless, Alex continued, chasing his own orgasm as his pace only became more cruel and unforgiving, ignoring your noises as his orgasm washed over him, releasing inside of you.
The feeling of his cum inside of you only made your sensitivity much worse, the sensation causing your fourth and final orgasm.
He waited for a moment before he pulled out, panting, leaving you a shaking mess on your couch as his cum leaked out of you.
You rolled over and were met by him already pulling his boxers and pants back on, his eyes staring at your clit, watching a mix of yours and his cum drip onto your couch.
“You’re leaving already?” You asked in a small voice, barely above a whisper.
“Love, honestly, you’ve been acting like a fucking brat at work, I just needed to get fucking you out of my system. No hard feelings though.” He replied, placing a kiss to your forehead and leaving through the front door.
You almost pinched yourself, not being able to believe what just happened, you felt so used by Alex, but you almost didn’t mind.
Despite how you felt when you woke up this morning, you sincerely hoped this wouldn’t be your last interaction of this nature with Alex Turner. Even if you did still fucking hate him.
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୨⎯ 𝐔𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⎯୧
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۵ Alex Turner x Reader
↳ Prompt: Your dad invites you to a dinner with a relatively new friend, Alex, and after a lot of unbearable sexual tension, Alex decides he has had enough and that he absolutely needs you.
↳ Warnings: light smut, Age gap, public sex
↳ Word count : 1.1k
A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts so i just wanted to get this out here and i’ll eventually get to your requests lol and this is not proof read and i haven’t touched this in a while idk if i even like it anymore.
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Admittedly, you wanted nothing more than to break off the plans you had with your father, but he seemed genuinely enthusiastic when he invited you to have dinner with his new friend Alex from work.
You couldn't bear making him upset by cancelling on him last minute.
Entering the restaurant, you immediately spot your dad and the back profile of his friend . You thanked him in your mind for choosing a spot near the entrance as you’d rather save yourself from the embarrassment of walking around the place like an idiot searching for them.
They didn't notice you approaching them until you were only a few feet away from them. Your dad gave you a warm smile and stood from his chair as he finally acknowledged you.
“Hey! Im glad you made it!” He greeted you, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Of course! how could I ever pass up an evening with you?” you smiled back.
You pulled away and turned to finally have a look at the man your father wanted you to meet.
You almost let your jaw drop at the sight of this man. He was intimidatingly attractive. His hair was pushed almost perfectly away from his face making his widow’s peak known and his facial hair was starting to grow out.
“Alex, this is my daughter.”your father said excitedly, sporting a smile.
He extended his hand to shake yours. “Nice to meet you.” he greeted.
You had to exert a considerable amount of control in order to not like your hand shake as you reached over to shake his.
“you as well” you tried to muster up a confident smile but it fell slightly when you noticed his eyes linger up and down your body, making chills wave throughout your body.
You tried so desperately to push that thought out of your mind as you went to take a seat next to your father.
“Oh you might not wanna take this seat, it has a pile of beans on it and I already told a waiter about it but they haven't come back to clean it yet.” your father alerted.
“oh”
“take the seat next to me, its clean I promise.” Alex joked, letting out a small laugh.
Your nerves instantly shot up, you already had trouble just shaking his hand. How were you supposed to sit next to him for a whole dinner?
You hesitated momentarily before accepting his offer.
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Your hand fisted the beige cloth of the table as Alex’s fingers grazed over your clothed cunt.
Your legs closed subconsciously, locking his hand right in between your thighs. You looked over at him and he only gave a slight smile as he continued to 'listen' to your dads story.
Your dad being so engrossed in his story, never even detected the way that his friends hand never left the thigh of his daughter throughout the whole night.
Or that you’d been palming Alex through his pants.
Your lips pursed in an attempt to contain all the potential noises that were dying to spill out of you, and Alex was just so eager to hear them.
His fingers never stoped moving even after being tightly clamped between your legs. You were dripping, all the playful taps his foot would give you, the lingering stares, the times where is hand would ‘accidentally’ brush against your thigh, had you lusting for more.
You were so grateful that the table was high enough so that your dad wouldn't get suspicious.
His hand slipped into the leg hole of your loose shorts and his fingers rubbed your clit against your panties.
Involuntarily, a whine escaped your mouth.
Your dad paused his story, a worried cast plastered on his face.
“are you okay y/n?”
“yeah yeah i’m fine just.. cramps.” you lied.
“oh i’m sorry honey, i wish i had some pain killers for you. ” he frowned.
You shifted in your seat slightly, still even while your father was talking to you, Alex never stopped rubbing circles on your clit.
“i think i uh, have some advil in my car, ima go get that.” you said, turning to face Alex momentarily, hoping he’d get the hint and revoke his hand from your shorts.
Which he did promptly.
You stood up and made your way to the entrance of the restaurant. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t secretly hoping that Alex would come up with a lie as well and follow you to the car.
Just as you were about to go through the door, you turned back, hoping to see Alex following behind you.
But, you were let down as you noticed Alex getting back to conversing with your father. You knew it was a stupid thing to hold out hope for, but still it didn't stop disappointment from wearing your face.
Your father noticed you glancing at them and gave you a smile. Which you of course, returned. Your smiled faded just as fast as your turned to walk away.
Disappointed, you really considered getting in your car and driving away while texting your dad some excuse on why you left.
A frown was plastered on your face as you slipped into your car, and turned in the engine.
You almost changed gears before you heard taps at your passenger window.
You jumped slightly before turning to realize that it was Alex. Your once faded smile reappeared again.
You wasted no time in unlocking the door.
“Hey there, you weren’t thinking of leaving right?” he inquired.
“oh.. uh no of course not.”
“funny, could’ve sworn that i saw you about to step on the gas.” he smirked.
“okay fine, i was.”
A look of worry suddenly appeared on his face “was it me? was it what we were doing?”
“no no it wasn’t that its just..” you hesitated. You weren’t sure how you felt about letting a man you’ve known for 3 hours max that you wanted him to follow you to your car.
“oh i get it, you wanted me to follow you. didn’t you?” he smirked.
You couldn’t help but smile at his cockiness. His lips curled tightly as he leaned in towards you. His lips felt better than you could have ever imagined.
“You’re such a fucking slut. Letting me touch you like that back there. Anyone could’ve been able to see me touching you like the whore you really are.”
His arm snaked sprung your waist pulling you into his lap. You, almost instinctively, began go grip your hips against his.
“look at you. God you were fucking soaking earlier.”
He held up his digits to you, showing off the semi-dry glisten that you knew was from your cunt earlier.
You watched intensely as his fingers entered and left his mouth with a pop.
A pink tint appeared across your face, making his cock even more erect than before. He loved how the smallest things had the biggest reactions from you.
You hummed as your began to kiss his neck lightly, almost catching him by surprise.
"You're a fucking gem. If I would've know how fucking needy you were I would've taken you in the bathroom much.. much earlier." His momentary pause was due to your tongue stroking that spot that was just right.
“let’s go to the back seat shall we? I'm dying to taste you again.”
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alex is the kind of guy who would be into reverse cowgirl, i can almost picture his face
as for the sextapes, he definitely likes to take pics, so when he wants to get a little naughty, he would film a sextape, maybe on ur anniversary or special occasions, he would be more focused on your pleasure than his and he'd grab you by the neck, getting possessive and he'd often cum inside, knowing you're into that as well.
alex is an ass man fs !! i definitely picture reverse cowgirl being a favorite of his, as well as doggy style. probably pronebone on more romantic occasions too? loves spanking you and wouldn't mind leaving a couple bruises here and there.
yes yes yes pictures! not to stereotype him as cheesy old man alex, but i genuinely think he'd prefer to take polaroids - it's just so him. he would have them all kinda shoved away in the corner of his nightstand, sometimes he'll even take a couple of his favorites on tour with him for when he's missing you. his favorites include his hand around your neck with some bruises peeking through, some with cum on your tits, and his fingers knuckle deep inside you :3
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isn't it so annoying when you're losing and your fuse is fireside 🙄🙄
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fingers dimming the lights
mdni, 18+ only
the home office is bathed in warm, ambient light—it always is at this time of the night, familiar and soothing, exactly like the figure sat at the desk, hunched over her laptop. alex knows her work schedule is erratic, she works with people all over the world like he does, different time zones and different countries, and not that she’s a slave to her laptop but she does work a tad too much if you ask him.
still, he lets her be and stays in the corner of the room, flicking through his book. he lets her be that is, until he sees her rubbing her eyes tiredly and stifle another yawn. she reaches for the mug next to her, brings it to her lips, and frowns. it’s empty.
then she stretches like a cat—back arched, arms elongated—before curling into herself. that, evidently, does it for him.
silently, he sets the book aside and walks up behind her. she barely even notices until his hands are on her shoulders, feeling the knots in her muscles, trying to massage the tension away.
“you’re tired,” alex tuts and feels her shrug. “come to bed. it’s almost ten.”
she snorts lightly. “you know i can’t for another two hours at least, besides, i’ll be free tomorrow. then i’m all yours.”
“you’re already all mine,” he teases and kneads the knots again. (he does make a mental note though, to get her a proper warm bath tomorrow; bubbles and salts and candles and all.)
“come on, love,” alex tries again but she only hums a bit. and then she turns to him with a full pout.
“i wish, babe. but i’ve got to have a very grown-up, professional zoom call while trying to hide the fact that i’m wearing pyjama bottoms. two more hours, i promise.”
and just like that she’s back to facing her laptop, back to clacking away on the keyboard, making that soothing sound of her nails against it that he loves so much. right now, alex bends down and kisses her neck gently.
“when does your call start?”
“umm, eleven…”
the suspicion in her voice makes him grin and then he places a few more kisses down her neck and on her shoulders.
“could relax you a little till then,” he murmurs, “put you in a better mood.”
she tilts her head up to him and laughs. “what’s got you in a mood, sweet boy?”
the moniker makes him smile wider. his fingers continue tracing soothing patterns, and his lips leave gentle kisses on the nape of her neck.
“just need you to take a short break, ’s all. your laptop won't run away, baby, the the call is still an hour away.”
the next time alex looks at her, there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. that, and the way she subtly bites her lower lip… and alex knows he’s won her over
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
the first thing he does is lay her down on the bed, then he dims the lights until their bedroom is just as cosy as her workspace—all warm and golden.
the anticipation of it has definitely gotten to her. alex can almost see her trembling on the bed, back slightly arched, her nipples peaking out from her thin t-shirt, hair an effortless mess. the sight of her sends his neurons into overdrive and he feels the familiar tingling as all his blood rushes south.
“let me take care of you, darling,” he whispers, “just relax for me…”
his words effect her immediately, make her toes curl and her mouth part almost as if she’s anticipating the gasp that he will draw out of her.
“there’s my sweet girl,” he trails a hand over her leg—starting from her ankle and up her calf and then up her thigh until his fingers are at her hip. the knot of her pyjama shorts is next.
all he has to do is give it a light tug before he’s sliding it off her legs. she helps by lifting up her hips, then eagerly shimmies out of her underwear.
“look at you now,” alex teases. then he leans down, his lips dangerously close to her stomach. "come on, baby," he purrs, “spread your legs for me.”
something like a whimper and a moan echoes around the room and alex drags a finger through her slit, lazily collecting the wetness, coaxing her and spreading her open while his mouth presses kisses all over. her lower stomach first, then her thighs. meanwhile, his thumb finds her clit and a jolt goes through her body.
“fuck fuck fuck alex…” she moans out loud and a thrill goes down his spine.
fuck, here he is—tasting her and touching her and making her feel this way. his girl, she is his girl. and oh he’s never been one to be primal and possessive but all he can think about at the moment is that she is his.
she is his and he is hers.
and he loves her.
he loves her so fucking much.
she gasps when he sucks on her clit, letting his teeth graze it gently every once in a while. her thighs tremble under his hands, her muscles shifts and alex doesn’t stop her at all when she squeezes her thighs together—the pressure on his head is delicious and spine-tingling anyway. it’s heady and intoxicating, just like her scent, her taste.
“oh god, al,” she moans loudly. “fuck, just like that…” her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging and pulling while she squirms under his touch, grinds herself against his face and alex takes it all.
his tongue laps at her folds, his nose pushing against her clit and her screams are like music to his ears. better than anything he’s ever heard. better than anything he’s ever created.
his cock throbs desperately, twitching and hard, dying to feel her clenching around his now, to feel her squeezing him until his vision goes white and he fills her up. he can practically see the image in front of his eyes—his cum dripping out of her, making a mess on her thighs. mess that he could clean up with his tongue or with his fingers and push all of it back inside her. fill her up completely.
she clenches around nothing then and for a moment alex almost cums in his pants. but he can tell she’s close now. her hips rock against his face and her thighs squeeze his head harder. nails dig into his scalp making him hiss but she’s so close, he can almost taste her release on his tongue.
“so perfect for me,” he urges and lets his teeth drag over her clit again. “let me taste you, darling, yeah? i know you’re close.”
“so, so close…” she trails off and alex can’t resist the urge to place a kiss on her thigh. a soft request maybe or even a way to coax her.
“let go for me then,” he breathes and pushes his thumb against her clit. his tongue thrusts inside her again and she mewls out his name again. louder than before.
“don’t stop, al, don’t—” and he feels it then, feels her drenching his lips and his chin. feels the spasm of her thighs and feels her ragged breaths reverberating through her body.
just like she requested, he doesn’t stop. he laps up every last drop she has to over, fucks her with his tongue till she’s completely done riding out her orgasm. only once he feels her body go slack does he straighten.
and alex is met with the loveliest sight he can imagine.
her hair is sprawled all over the pillow, messy and gorgeous. her face is flushed, lip bitten till it’s raw and red. alex sees a sliver of her underboob from where her t-shirt rode up but it’s when he looks at her thighs does he see all the red marks he’s left behind…
all the kisses and hickeys and slight stubble burn. light bruises on her thighs from holding onto her so tight.
she’s marked and some primal part of him can’t get enough of the sight.
quickly alex moves to her and captures her mouth in his. her tongue slides in his mouth instantly, and alex knows she can taste herself on his tongue. quietly, she moans in his mouth and he feels like he’s going to burst right then.
but there’s the matter of the fucking call…
he has no idea how much time has passed but he knows she needs to leave soon while he tosses and turns restlessly in their bed, surrounded by the scent of her, still tasting her—
“where are you going?” her voice comes out as a breathless rasp and alex realises he’s pulling away.
“well… well, i though you had the call, love…”
she clicks her tongue and her smile turns into her grin.
“oh you’re not leaving this bed,” she declares. “i’m texting them that i don’t feel well.”
slowly, a smile spreads over his face and alex shudders under her touch.
“whatever happened to being adult and professional,” he teases breathlessly but she’s already pulling up his t-shirt, already lifting it over his head.
“oh no,” she tuts, “none of that. not when i have much better things to do…”
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Teacher's pet. // Prof!Alex Turner X Stud!Reader (Smut) Part 1 of 3.
prompt: (Age Gap/Smut) Alex, an undergraduate professor, wasn't known for his friendliness until he found himself gradually warming up to you. Your remarkable writing skills, particularly directed at his class, heightened his interest even further. He's determined to show you firsthand just how talented you are, even if the journey is challenging. Eventually, both of you realize that resisting this connection is futile, and you must let go of your inhibitions to explore what lies ahead.
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a/n: Be aware that it's a smut but it has a whole context, so it's long. There are changes of the next parts being more smuts, this part was assembled around how they feel in front of each other and what they make the other feel. It is important to point out that I'm not native of the language, it is likely that there are some errors, but hopefully few because I try to be careful. In addition, I hope you enjoy!
You were nervous; it was difficult to digest what he was explaining when all you seemed to notice in class was the timbre of his voice. As hours passed, his accent seemed to grow stronger and huskier, not to mention how he had taken off his blazer within the first few minutes and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. You couldn't quite tell whether you were enjoying the subject matter due to its inherent interest or whether it was him who had become your focus of interest.
You found the buttons on his white shirt alluring, the warmth adhering to his skin, and the occasionally tousled hair being lazily brushed away from his eyes exuded a charm. Watching him was intriguing; at some point, you had tried to avoid such distractions, but realizing your failure, you allowed yourself to be swept away completely.
"Did you hear me?" He asked a bit louder, trying to get your attention. He hadn't shouted; he never did. You were immersed in him, yet couldn't grasp the meaning of the disjointed words he had gestured. However, the movements of his restless hands and the prominent veins when he placed them on his waist had etched themselves into your memory. If someone requested, you could depict his fingers in oil on canvas.
"I'm sorry," you shook your head, waiting for him to repeat, as he often did with everyone else. He studied you more closely, even from a distance, his hands tucked in his pockets and your breath catching slightly. He didn't often make direct eye contact with students, maybe with no one. He was somewhat reserved, and it was evident that lecturing for hours wasn't quite his natural disposition. You found the stumbling over words and how he would look out the window or shift his gaze when someone met his eyes rather appealing. You feared that you had been thinking about him for so long that you had built up an image of him beyond what he could actually be.
However, he held his dark eyes on you, offering a gentle smile, a touch relaxed as if he had expected that from you, and playfully continued, "Well, I didn't expect that from you. I must have been mistaken in thinking you're a great one." He carried on with the lecture as your cheeks began to burn. Perhaps his not-liking for you was part of his nature too.
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You couldn't bear for him not to like you. Not until the end of the semester; you considered his subject crucial for your repertoire. He just couldn't dislike you. Some nights were spent awake, but you were certain your paper was well-written, and your readings for his class were up to date; any question he might ask, you'd know the answer to. Your seat in the classroom was always the same, out of habit. Honestly, if you had known the distraction and nervousness that Mr. Turner would cause you, you would have opted for seats further back for your own good. But now it was too late, and besides, you needed a good grade in his class.
He was wearing a light blue blazer, a shirt with a few buttons open, and high-waisted slacks, the usual attire, but it never failed to soften your senses. He looked well-rested, his expression serene, no signs of dark circles, and his hair was even silkier than usual as his fingers brushed it back. You found yourself fidgeting, imagining what it would be like to run your fingers through his hair, touch his skin, and feel the texture of the beard that was just beginning to grow.
Realizing your mental drift, you closed your eyes tightly and buried your head in a notebook, trying to avoid looking at him. The rest of the class proceeded as usual, his voice pleasant and utterly hypnotic, and occasionally, he cracked a light joke to lighten the mood. Almost no one laughed, but you found it funny. There were only a few students, so he had no choice but to notice you.
You weren't foolish enough not to notice his eyes briefly passing over you, but you chalked it up to his duty to see if anyone needed help. So you avoided letting your brain jump to impossible conclusions.
And then there was the age difference; he was older, you couldn't say for sure how much, but the more pronounced lines on his face and his authoritative demeanor made that evident. Still, he was charming and, dare you say, a bit sexy. He had a well-sculpted physique, leaving enough room for you to describe him for hours.
"Could you continue for us?" he said, his voice distinct, making you look at him reluctantly. You didn't know it, but avoiding his gaze throughout the class had bothered him, but who was he to say anything about it unless you couldn't answer him?
You nodded, your hands sweaty; you knew what to say, just not where to find the courage. Your cheeks were already burning with anxiety. "I'm sorry," your voice was soft, and you stumbled over the first syllable. He seemed to understand. "It's okay," Mr. Turner leaned down to your level at your desk, his hands on his knees, and a somewhat encouraging smile. "I know you wrote an excellent paper on this; I know you know what to say," he said softly, turning toward you, his calm eyes and a nod of the head giving you confidence. His words made you look away for a moment, and your shy smile spread awkwardly.
Once you finished, he thanked you and added that you had done very well. He seemed genuinely pleased to see you speak, but perhaps it was just a product of your imagination. You even received a light applause from him, which didn't seem ironic. This made you feel more at ease and attentive during his classes; he was a great teacher.
At the end of class, he passed by the desks, handing out the respective papers we had discussed. Your face fell into a worried expression as you touched yours. Alex knew you deserved more, but he wouldn't make it easy for you. It wasn't his style as an educator to give out high grades easily.
Your smile disappeared in confusion; he felt a pang in his chest when he saw your reaction. He didn't say anything, just returned to his desk and said he was open to discussions. He hoped you would come to him and fight for the grade you deserved, but it was clear how upset you were about it.
Others left, content with their grades, and you still had the paper in your hands, looking between the notes. He avoided looking at you directly, yet couldn't help but glance at you from time to time.
"Mr. Turner," you sounded angelic as you approached him, your steps light as you handed him the paper. Your shirt was short, and when you handed him the paper, he couldn't help but notice the exposed skin of your stomach, which was briefly visible. "I thought I had done well; that's what you just said," your voice trembled, and as you got closer, he noticed your sweet scent. On the other hand, you couldn't focus on anything; minutes ago, you were sure you had done well, and things with him had been sorted out; he didn't hate you.
"It's not a bad grade," he said firmly, then immediately regretted it. It was brief, but for a moment, your eyes filled, and he could see how much it had frustrated you. He didn't blame you; in fact, he knew you were talented, and by the way you had written, he knew you had put in the effort. The problem wasn't you; any other teacher would have given you the highest grade. However, your grade wasn't bad; it just wasn't what you deserved and wanted.
"Do you think I can redo it? I can do better," he looked at your trembling hands and continued, "This grade is final; I can't allow you to do that." His words didn't match his tone, but you didn't notice; you wanted to rip up the paper in front of him and say you didn't need it.
You stood in front of him, disoriented, while he couldn't help but let his attention wander over you. He felt wrong, both because you were his student and because he was aware that you were over a decade younger. Still, without being able to explain it well, he found himself lost in thoughts of you from time to time, especially after having read what you wrote.
"Please," you pleaded softly as a last attempt, your eyebrow arched and your nose wrinkled in emphasis of your plea, and you looked so beautiful. "I can allow you to submit another," he confirmed, his face serious, the little furrow between his brows. Up close, you felt your breath catch as you noticed the exposed hairs on his chest. The scent of cigarettes and his cologne became more pronounced, and you liked it. Creating a new one would take so much time, but if it was your only option, there was nothing to be done.
Alex had only asked that in the hope of being able to explore more of your writing; by the end of the semester, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from letting you know that you were his number one fan if you allowed it. You had a beautiful way with writing; feelings seemed worth experiencing in your words. You nodded in agreement. "Okay, I need you to submit it by the end of the week." You didn't object; you seemed grateful, and Alex took mental note of how caring so much about that grade was something youthful; in the future, it wouldn't matter, but you didn't know that yet. Your smile, now smaller but still present, returned to your kind face, and he felt more comfortable, even dressed in his serious university professor attire. With that, he guided you to the door, his palm resting lightly on your back, not inappropriately, but gently, which caused him to blush a bit. You felt shivers run down your spine, but he didn't seem to notice, and both of you made your way to the exit. You thanked him once more, telling him that you wouldn't make him regret his decision, to which he assured you it wouldn't happen.
Your path to the next class was accompanied by a light and relaxed smile after his final words were simply, "I know you won't disappoint me; you didn't the first time," in his pleasant accent, followed by a pat on your shoulders. You felt like a fool, but you couldn't even think of trying to avoid it anymore.
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"He's good, knows what he's doing. He follows my lead during, when I'm tired and breathless; he tilts his face and lets his nose graze my clit," your friend said casually, as if it were an everyday part of her life. Well, you couldn't relate. She was lounging on your bed, while you were on the floor with your laptop open to one of Professor Turner's published stories. As well as a valuable audiobook that was read by him between the navigation tabs, waiting for her to leave so you can have your moment of peace. You wanted to learn more about him, and your friend kept failing to get you to go out and meet new people. You were unfamiliar with the sensation of being touched, and she wanted to change that.
"I don't want to have to force someone to like me," you said, reconsidering what you had just breathed out, not wanting to sound offensive. You two were just different. She didn't mind; she just laughed. "I'll keep trying for you," and you appreciated that about her. You wanted someone in your life like that, but you didn't want it to be as insignificant as she described. She had already set you up with someone to talk to before, and the kiss was good, at least until you refused to have sex right away, which resulted in his friends laughing at you and whispering as you passed them in the hallway. You learned that sometimes it's better to wait and avoid certain situations.
"I'm okay like this, it's alright," you said, even though you weren't, but you wouldn't go through that again. She respected your decision. Your smile brightened as you saw a notification that you had received an email from Alex on the screen. You bit your lip, trying to contain your eagerness to click on it, making it something important that needed to be read slowly and appreciated. His notes on what he thought of your paper would be there, and he always made a point to highlight the positives and areas for improvement. It warmed your heart.
For a brief moment, his smile for you flashed in your mind, the wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, and his pointed nose following in harmony. You had to grip the fabric of your skirt between your fingers, soon having your friend's words echoing in your head. Professor Turner seemed like a good man in every sense of the word. You did believe he would treat his partners well in every way. Your friend pointed out that the boy she went out with listened to her, and you felt that he would too; both in listening and in other ways. You were sure, with what little you had learned about him, that he was observant. There would be no need to tell him what to do, Mr Turner would understand your body and then he would not disappoint. He could tell when a woman was tired or overwhelmed. An important one was that you also thought he was provocative, too impatient at times not to be. You wanted to be able to know what it was like with him, even if it was through other people's experiences with him, just to get a little of that taste. You didn't exactly feel good about the inconsistency of such thoughts. Still, you let yourself be carried away by them.
He made you wet with just his voice. If he were to touch you in that way, you were certain you would give yourself over completely. You sat up straighter, envisioning how good it would be to have his tongue on you, gentle and with relaxed moans because he wouldn't think going down on you was a bad thing or something to second-guess. You remembered how easily you could make your small vibrator slide when you were really excited, and you felt it would be the same with his fingers. They were longer and thicker than yours, but wet with his saliva and your body melting from his voice, they would be skillful.
The tip of his nose would surely brush deliciously against your clit as he savored your taste, following your cues. The beard that was beginning to grow would graze your sensitive skin, causing a slight burn that would remind you of his presence. Professor Turner would also shake his face into you, wanting to make sure he enjoyed pleasuring you as much as he did receiving. Oh, and you would love to be able to provide that to him. Unconsciously, you found yourself breathing heavily. Your friend laughed, "Are you this worked up over a notification?" She had gotten up to leave but returned when she noticed you were flustered. "Spill it, who's the lucky one?" You recoiled, shaking your head in denial, not wanting to admit that there was someone (or not exactly), but your smile was hard to hide.
"It's not really anyone," you still felt uncomfortable in your own skin, fearing you had done something wrong. She waited for you to continue. "Just an email about a paper I submitted, I got feedback on it now." She rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "What a nerd." Then you felt like exploring the situation further, considering that she also had a class with him but in a different subject. "Was it positive feedback at least? What subject is this for?" You mentally thanked her for asking, giving you an opening to continue.
"It's for Professor Turner's class. He let me redo one of the papers to try for a higher grade," you answered, and she raised an eyebrow. "He gave you a low grade?" The girl seemed surprised but not entirely. "This guy is impossible, what a..." She used a strong word. You didn't quite understand. While you still thought there was a chance he might dislike you, he didn't seem so harsh. He wasn't the friendliest at first, but as you thought back, you realized you had never seen him smile at any student in your class except you.
"Do people think he's bad?" You asked, furrowing your brow. Deep down, you wanted her to reassure you by saying positive things about him and making you feel normal about having this confusing crush on him. She then talked about his strict grading style, how he acted like a difficult person to talk to, and always had a stern expression. She wasn't wrong; you couldn't deny that. But he wasn't like that with you; it was different, and you couldn't explain it.
"I talked to him about my grade, and even though he was reluctant, he allowed me to redo it and submit it by email. He talks to me during class as well, asking me to explain something or asking for my opinion on what he's explaining. I think he's talented, but I can understand your point," you defended, without taking a breath, as if it were already a formulated and concrete idea in your head. You did spend a lot of time thinking about him since the first day of his class. She quickly caught on to where this was headed. "You like him, he's your type. Charming, grumpy, and writes well." Your cheeks burned. "He likes you; in my class, he doesn't chitchat with anyone, just does what's necessary. He enjoys teaching, I can see that in him, he's just not so sociable and too strict for a subject that should be straightforward. I've never even seen the guy smile." You pondered for a moment, deciding to pay closer attention to see if he treated you differently from the others or if it was just your head playing tricks on you.
You shrugged and concluded before she left, "I like him, and he frustrates me sometimes for being so strict, but I don't think he does it out of malice. He seems like a good man." She got up, laughing at how you talked about him. "Then go for it, suck his dick, choose him as your thesis advisor; I'm sure he'd love to have you under his wing." Her tone indicated it was a joke, but it sparked your imagination. He would be a good advisor, and you liked the idea of him praising your work with that pleased, bright look on his face. Alone, you opened the email. Your joy went from extreme to controlled; he could be quite harsh when pointing out the negatives, and sometimes you wondered if he did it just to be difficult. But this time, he found more positives in your writing. He had marked the parts he liked the most and written next to them why he liked them. Your heart warmed, and your stomach filled with happy butterflies. The last comment read, "You give me pleasure in reading something," and you heard it in his voice, deep and drawn-out. You felt yourself grow warm and realized how messed up you were for feeling like this. Your mouth was dry, and in the end, you saw that your grade was the highest, even with the not-so-great notes he had made.
Maybe he didn't dislike you after all. You lingered on the blurry, not much clear photo in his email signature for a while, with a stupid smile of accomplishment on your face. Then you decided to write him a thank-you, and you weren't as brief as you would have liked. The sensation of comfort taking over your body, along with your pleasant but not entirely appropriate thoughts about him causing things in your breathing, made you contemplate what could be done.
You rested your head comfortably, your laptop placed beside you. In a new tab, after opening the audiobook website, you found yourself browsing through the selection that appeared when you searched his name. If his voice was enticing in an inappropriate context, it would be even better alone, wouldn't it? Your chest tightened, knowing that it was wrong, but you weren't going to stop.
You put on your headphones, clicked on the longest one you could find, and relaxed your tense shoulders as the first whispered words filled your head. It was even better; here, you had him all to yourself, complete silence, and his voice echoing, well-recorded and clear as it guided you. He sounded precise, with deep and marked pauses, his typical breathing between phrases, and, with your eyes closed, you could imagine him gesturing and occasionally touching his nose or mouth as he spoke. Just like the gentle adjustment of the necklace and shirt that made his chest more visible and room for more of your thoughts to be explored. In fact, that necklace coming off his soft skin on top of you in sweat would be something so pleasant.
You felt weak but in a relaxed way; it was good, pushing the voice that haunted your thoughts about him into the background. Delicately, as if any abrupt movement might break the spell, you reached for your box under the bed. The small, pink object came to life in your hand, your throat already dry and his narration causing your head to tilt slightly to the side, as if he were caressing your face. You let yourself be completely carried away as you pressed it against yourself.
You swallowed hard, leaving it there for a while, immersed in how Mr. Turner seemed to be speaking to you. Everything was slow, every syllable that came from his rosy lips was cherished. You wanted so much for it to be him there, touching you and whispering while guiding you. You were sure he would say things like, "That's it, you're taking me so well, doll," or "Look at how good you are, you're such a good girl for me." And as cliché as it might sound, you had no doubt that he would make it sound like something the gods themselves would envy.
You pulled the thin fabric aside, pushing the vibrator inside you. Your legs trembled a bit, but as expected, the small object slid in just right. Your lips parted in a satisfied sigh, whispering his last name as you closed your legs slowly and felt the tingling sensation intensify. His name never felt so delicious and engaging as your tongue rolled out to the sound and went through your lips so vividly. Your head throbbed, and you could already see him sitting at his desk in front of yours, guiding you, telling you what to do and say, teaching you tricks to make it even better (you knew you weren't very skilled).
You got louder, whimpering because you wanted your thoughts to become real so badly, and then you saw nothing but white spots in your vision. Your chest heaved, your breathing completely out of sync, and the area beneath you grew wet as you felt too sensitive to continue with the vibrator.
This time, you didn't feel bad; you felt really good, actually. Your body relaxed, his voice still being absorbed by you in a therapeutic way. Then, you imagined lying on his chest, pulling your pillow to your arms, and how he would kiss you solemnly and have his hands in your hair, giving you comforting words until you fell asleep after he had made you feel so wonderful.
Although you were feeling good now, the following morning would be a bitter testament to how you were digging yourself into a hole with no bottom, and the light wouldn't be there to save you.
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Alex received your email, and a pleasant blush crept onto his face along with a warm smile. He could picture you reading what he had written, your hands between your thighs, a happy expression on your face, and all giddy, unable to contain yourself in your chair. He appreciated how much you valued his feedback, but he knew how hardworking and intelligent you were. He wanted to help you realize that you were good on your own, not just because he believed it.
He ran his hand through his hair, feeling hot from the heat. Your notification had arrived on his phone, and being a seasoned university professor, he preferred to wait to access his laptop to read and respond to you properly if needed. He tried to get into the thing that he was used to teaching, but that wasn't entirely the case. While he found it tiresome to teach subjects he liked and found interesting when no one seemed interested, he enjoyed it when you were there for him, you were the exception (the teacher’s pet). The thought made him chuckle and bite his lip. It was tiring, but he liked it, except for all the social interaction that weighed on him.
He had just returned from the market after giving two lectures, and he had exceeded his limit for social interaction. Yet, seeing your email notification on the screen gave him the extra energy he needed for the rest of the day. Just the thought of your quick exchange earlier when he passed by you on the first floor during lunch, even if brief, brought a warmth to his chest. You smiled at him, waved, and whispered a "good day" or "have a good rest of your day, Professor." He always smiled back with a hand in the air, trying to keep his face relaxed, and he actually showed his teeth. He wasn't used to all this sweetness from his students and had never found himself making an effort for it, but with you, it was worth it.
Indeed, no one but you spoke directly to him out of pure, spontaneous will. If others did, he would remain serious, with a furrowed brow, and nod in agreement. He honestly preferred it that way, with no one besides you trying to have a small talk with him. He didn't dislike his students, but he didn't like flattery and dumb questions that could be avoided if they paid attention in class.
His head began to ache, and he noticed the sweat on his body, prickling and making him feel irritated. Stress was about to come back, but he remembered that he needed to read your email. He removed his belt, sliding it off his waist slowly and soon feeling relieved. He felt even better after unbuttoning all the buttons on his shirt and peeling it off. He quickly decided between taking a shower or reading your sweet words first, considering which order would leave him relaxed for longer so he could sleep. He knew that whatever he did, thoughts related to you would still linger in his mind until he fell asleep.
He sat on the bed, pulling the laptop toward him, and although he wasn't in a hurry, he found himself restless until the screen lit up, and he could access his account. Once he did, your simple message didn't fail to soften him. The excessive exclamation points reminded him of how young you were. It was like a letter, with your polite and correct punctuation. He could almost hear your voice as he read your words.
The way you called him "Mr. Turner" never failed to affect him. Others had addressed him this way, but it was different with you. Your eyes sparkled, your smile widened, your pupils got alive, and your pleasant face eagerly awaited for him to look at you and speak to you. He thought he was too old for this, and he certainly was, but he couldn't avoid how you had invaded his soul.
You had no knowledge of what was going on in his head, but he felt like he was corrupting you. He felt dirty for getting so energized by giving you compliments he knew you liked to hear and then patting your back while seeing you happy about it. What the hell was he doing? And he couldn't deny that he found comfort in how beautiful you looked when you were frustrated, your eyes seemed more tired, and your breathing uneven when you were upset about one of his negative comments (sometimes he did it on purpose).
Feeling his own chest grow heavier and his mind getting increasingly lost, he opted for a shower, even though he was aware that idealizing you wouldn't end there. Now without clothes, under the shower, with you like a curse surrounding him, he realized just how messed up he was. He couldn't avoid it anymore, even though he didn't want to. He knew there was no turning back.
The words from your email clung to him as water flowed over his hair and down his shoulders. You had shown how much you appreciated him and knew his work, the care in choosing your words to praise him, and saying that you wanted to get to him in person soon to reinforce how much you had liked his feedback, the way would like to work through them and see you unravel in front of him because he noticed that your courage in emails wasn't the same as in person. He found that so adorable.
His overactive imagination was leading him to cute places related to you, but it was sparking other curiosities in him too, even though it was about how delicate and somewhat innocent he found you (although he would never admit it that way). Soon, he felt heavy, needing relief as the water splashed over him, and he sighed in exasperation at himself. He was being as pathetic as a teenager. Why couldn't he stop?
His breathing grew rigid, catching in his dry throat, and he allowed himself to be carried away by the flow of his fantasies. His hand ran over his abdomen, eyes tightly closed, hoping that this would make him feel less guilty about it. His thumb glided over the sensitive skin, and a soft sigh escaped his lips; he felt sore and swollen despite doing so little. He continued slowly but with precision. He believed that giving you pleasure wasn't such a difficult task; you would appreciate the touch no matter what. Not that it made him want to go easy on you. He felt like he could have his hands around your waist, squeezing your soft flesh with delight while admiring your breasts, giving them gentle bites and generous suckling that would make you gasp for air for extended periods. Your hands would be cradling the nape of his neck, fingers entwined in his tousled hair. He found comfort in this, feeling that he could make you feel the same way.
He also thought that your body would respond well to his. He was convinced that you were addicted to being a good girl, and that was not up for discussion. The way you melted under his compliments, listened to his harsh criticisms, and sought to improve upon them, you would deny any chance of being labeled a bad girl. As more moans escaped his lips, with the strength of his fingers unaltered, he thought about going a little harder on you, not to hurt, but to make you think about begging him to stop. The tears that would stream down the corners of your eyes as you tried to be good for him and take him in you just right. "You're doing so well, babygirl. You’re so good to me." You would open your bright eyes to him, feeling encouraged to continue being what he needed. He would clearly notice and slow down, accommodating his fingers on your clit and making you adjust to him with soft whimpers that made you endure and enjoy it until the end.
He also liked how you would react when he stimulated you to the extreme, your sensitivity and his desire to taste your essence on his tongue. He could say that you were as sweet as his last name sounded when you talked to him in class. He would tease you with his tongue, kissing you as if it were the only time and chance he had to touch you. And you would fight not to close your thighs around him, but as you were a good girl, you would succeed in keeping yourself spread open while he exhausted you a few more times. The thought of you reaching your peak, your eyes closed, and the tears he knew would be there because you did that when you got frustrated with his opinions on your writing, and your mouth slightly open with his name escaping, made him reach his climax. A deep, raspy groan echoed through the bathroom, his head heavy, and his shoulders feeling lighter and more satisfied. He worked his hand until the last drops came out and marked his stomach just before the water could wash it away down the drain.
He felt good, guilty, but his body wasn't saying that. "Fuck," he sighed, not knowing if it was relief or the headache that would come later due to this; it was getting worse to a dimension he hadn't imagined. He would surely ruin you if he continued; it wasn't as enjoyable as he wished.
Still, he got out of the shower and found himself picturing how you would snuggle up to him, your tired body and calm eyes enveloped by his, and how he would love to tell you stories until he saw you fall asleep safe in his arms or listen to you talk about your day. He liked your voice; it made him feel good. At this point, he desired you in all these ways, from the most profane to the most adorable, for your physical and emotional well-being.
You still haunted his dreams, so vividly that he reached out for you in bed. In his imagination, he had lifted you by the waist and placed you sitting on his desk. The remaining students had left, and he could revel in how your hands were trembling and your face was so delicate as you gazed at him. You used to wear knee-high socks with longer boots, and he found it sexy yet cute. He felt like you made things your own, that you gave life to them. And then he found himself pulling at that piece of clothing, your legs spreading apart, and he had to instruct you to stay quiet before someone noticed as his fingers touched between your thighs. He caressed over the damp fabric, nodding his head and waiting for you to do the same, indicating that you understood to stay calm and quiet. The door would be closed, but the glass window could still give you away. You were facing away from it, and if you behaved, everything would go smoothly.
Alex could feel you soaking through his fingers, making them slippery. You sucked on his finger skillfully, being such a great girl, and stayed still without him having to coax you into relaxing as he went deeper. Your sighs were adorable, and he felt himself getting hard. He woke up before he could make you reach your peak and realized that the dream had an effect on him. There, he knew that if given the opportunity, maybe he wouldn't be able to fight against what he wanted to do, purely out of morality.
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The following week, there was no class with Turner due to some unforeseen circumstances of his. However, he was still around for the week. Being as observant as you were, you passed by the same spot at 12:45 on Friday, gave him a slight wave, and although you had planned to approach him and ask how he was, you didn't. That is, until he called out to you, causing your body to freeze and your heart to race, forcing you to get closer.
He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, his cheeks flushed and intense. You noticed his restlessness as you got to him; it was cute, not awkward. He held a coffee and had a cigarette between his fingers. He exhaled the smoke in the opposite direction to yours and got rid of it as soon as you arrived by his side.
"Are you good, Professor?" It didn't fail to make him nervous, but he still looked at you without understanding. "I'm sorry, I guess it's not my business; I just thought to ask out of politeness since I haven't seen you this week."
He laughed at how you stumbled over your words, and he didn't blame you; he felt the same way. The fact that he made you feel like your question was inappropriate even made his chest tighten a bit.
"It's okay, I had a routine check-up, but I'm fine," he replied briefly but nodded with a comfortable smile. He could see you swallowing nervously and how your fingers wouldn't stop moving while he had his eyes on you.
"I thought of a book for you, if you don't mind." Your eyes met his, and you seemed excited. "I really like it, and I thought you might like it too."
The idea that he had thought of you made your body tingle, and the rush of blood to your face drowned out the noise around you. You took the coffee from his hands, noticing how he fumbled with opening his bag, and the light touch of your skins made you wish for more—it was warm and soft.
He took out the book, handing it to you, and you nodded with a faint smile. You hugged the cover to yourself, avoiding his gaze for a moment. It felt insane being around him after all the things you did with him in mind. You weren't exactly proud of that. The collar of his striped T-shirt was carelessly folded, and the buttons you loved so much were unbuttoned, revealing his chest briefly. You wished you could fix it for him.
This time, he wore a dark blazer and flare jeans, and he was pleasant to look at. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, "I left notes in some parts so that I can know what you think later, if you'll allow me." Then you realized that he was doing this because he knew you needed to do well in his course to get into the master's program; still, you found it cute.
"Oh, yes, I can write to you when I finish, right?" He agreed, knowing that he would be waiting for your email in the coming weeks.
"I'm glad to know you're okay, Mr. Turner," you said awkwardly, your face fervently hot, and thanked him for the book. As you turned around, you felt his hand on your wrist; it wasn't as soft as before, but it was comforting, with the fingertips firmer as he squeezed your skin. Then, your eyes met his with a raised eyebrow.
"I need you to give me back my coffee, pet," he said playfully, and your knees weakened a bit. He felt pleased to be able to contemplate you in his mind.
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The heat had taken its toll on Alex. He had left his blazer in the car and decided to visit one of the open bars near the campus. His hands rested inside his pockets as he patiently waited for his juice and water, yearning for the moment when he could finally get home and enjoy a cold beer. It was his final class of the afternoon, which meant it was getting quite late, and the students were scattered around. While the bar wasn't overly crowded, he could still recognize a few faces.
As soon as the chilled cup was placed in his hands, he caught sight of you with your back turned. You were wearing your signature knee-high socks and boots, but this time, you had opted for a skirt and a tank top, giving you a more relaxed and comfortable appearance. You looked stunning. With you engaged in conversation with a friend he had glimpsed from a distance, you were all smiles and animated hand gestures, bringing life to the scene.
Realizing he was staring, Alex chided himself and tried to divert his attention back to his juice. Yet, within a few minutes, his gaze involuntarily returned to you. Now, you were alone, engrossed in his book that sat next to you, its pages marked to indicate that you had already begun reading. A smile of satisfaction graced his lips; he had strategically placed notes between the pages for you to discover, hoping you would notice.
You sipped from an orange beverage, and Alex decided not to speculate whether it contained alcohol. However, he knew you weren't intoxicated when you suddenly turned towards him and greeted him with a friendly wave. He felt momentarily caught off guard but managed to offer a warm wave in return, nodding to acknowledge you. Your smile was radiant, and he couldn't help but notice how different you appeared outside the confines of the classroom. He longed for the opportunity to engage with you in a context that wasn't purely academic, but he was well aware that pursuing such a connection might be detrimental to both of you.
You turned back to your previous position, sipping your drink through a straw, while still sneakily stealing glances at him. Alex deliberated whether to linger a bit longer for your sake. The table you occupied was well-lit, offering a refreshing ambiance that was perfect for a summer day. The atmosphere was delightful, and he could easily imagine you enjoying such a setting regularly.
He held his bottle of water, pondering the ethical implications of sitting with you while you were alone. His initial plan was to finish his drink and then leave. But he couldn't bring himself to do that—not for his sake, but for yours. It wouldn't be fair to you. He feared the potential consequences would fall squarely on your shoulders rather than his own.
He shook his head and eventually decided to leave. As you lowered your head into his hands, he waited for a few more minutes, half-expecting you to look his way. But it didn't happen.
Then everything seemed to happen very quickly. He returned to his car, leaving behind the water and even starting the engine before realizing he had left his wallet inside. He hesitated but ultimately turned back, despite his frustration over forgetting his documents.
His wallet was still where he had left it. He retrieved it and then shifted his attention to you, curious and attentive. Your hands were fidgeting with your socks, as if attempting to wipe away sweat. A boy was seated in front of you, but your attention was elsewhere. The guy sported a smile that made Alex uncomfortable on your behalf.
Your discomfort was palpable, yet you seemed powerless to do anything about it. You turned to the side, your head moving away from the boy, and as you gasped for air, the guy's grin widened. Your elbows dropped onto your knees, and your hands moved to pull your hair away from your face. You appeared more sweaty than usual, and you felt increasingly weak.
As you realized your strength was waning, the boy signaled for someone else to assist you. You resisted, but they gently pushed you back into your chair to prevent you from collapsing. They weren't being nice about it.
For Alex, that was the tipping point. He strode over to them and forcefully removed the boy's hand from your arm. "Get away from her," his stern voice reverberated, and you didn't understand what was happening, but you knew you didn't feel well.
The guys attempted to speak over Alex, trying to explain themselves, even though there was no justification for their actions. Their chatter only served to irritate him further. He held onto you, his hand caressing your face, and your eyes were half-closed; you were clearly not in a good state.
After another remark from the boys, Alex glared at the boy with an even more intense hatred. His brow furrowed, and his tone grew sharper. "Just stay away from her; I won't let her be alone with you," he warned, making it clear that they should not attempt such behavior with anyone else either.
The boys exchanged nervous glances and silently agreed to leave, though Alex couldn't have cared less about them at that moment.
"What’re you feeling, pet?" He placed his hands on his knees, lowering himself to your level. You were dazed, your skin tingling, and you weren't sure what to say, or if you could say anything at all. Alex considered asking where you lived and offering to take you home, but he suspected you lived in the vicinity of the campus, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him to be seen with you in this state. Taking you to his own home didn't seem like a good idea either, but he did live nearby, and it appeared to be the most reasonable option.
He cupped your face in his hands, close enough to smell your scent once again. You smiled faintly, your eyes still distant but focusing on him. You were conscious, just not in the best condition. "I don't want to stay here; my head is spinning," you mumbled, not entirely sure what was wrong. It could have been due to poor nutrition or dehydration, you thought.
"Look, I'll stay with you ‘til you feel better, alright?" he spoke gently, as if soothing a baby. You nodded, his touch on your cheek making you lean into his warmth. As he thought about reaching out to your forehead with his lips, he realized where he was and quickly pulled back, rising to his feet with you leaning on him for support.
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Alex gently sat you in the passenger seat, and you huddled in front of him, noticeably self-conscious about your attire. He chuckled warmly, pulling his blazer from the back seat. You felt cradled by his presence as he slipped the fabric over your arms and fastened the buttons around your midsection. It resembled a short dress, making you feel more comfortable, and it carried a pleasant scent. Your stomach still tingled, and you were aware that it was because of him and not whatever had happened earlier.
He rested your head against the headrest, his serene eyes guiding you, and he didn't seem regretful about helping you, despite the crease between his brows. Then he fastened your seatbelt and handed you his water bottle. Your vision was blurry, and sudden movements hurt, but he wasn't a saint, and he had a rough view of how you must be feeling. He'd been your age before, although thankfully, in his case, it had been a result of a spontaneous choice.
"I'll wait a bit before starting the car, alright?" he suggested, and you nodded. He gently led the bottle to your lips, encouraging you to drink a substantial portion of it. He wiped your chin and face with the hem of his T-shirt, and you followed his every move, your attention fixated on him. Without the blazer, he looked even better, and you lightly held his wrist. He seemed concerned, but you did it because you wanted to and felt that you could, even though you'd never been this close before. "Thank you, Mr. Turner," you said casually, as if it didn't affect him profoundly.
As he sat down on the driver's side of the car, he closed the tinted windows, feeling safer with that precaution. He still worried about putting you in danger. He waited, knowing that feeling dizzy along with drinking water wouldn't be a good combination, even though he had insisted on it to help your body recover more quickly. He could hear your calm breathing, which put him at ease. You had closed your eyes, your mouth slightly ajar, and he looked at you, allowing himself to be captivated by every detail. He carefully adjusted your hair to prevent it from catching on the seat and strands from being pulled, whispering, "You can sleep; everything’ll be alright, I promise, little one." You found yourself charmed by the pet name, involuntarily smiling, and he made a mental note that you like it. Your arms lightly touched, and with the comforting scent of him surrounding you, you drifted into a light sleep. It was strange to be in such a bad situation with an outcome that neither of you regretted. He kept the radio off until reaching your destination. He’d never drive without music.
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Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light as you realized you were leaning on him for support. Your forehead was resting on his shoulder, his soft T-shirt against your skin. He was more comforting to touch than your mind had led you to trust. He was kneeling in front of you while you sat on the bed. You no longer felt dizzy, but you were weak, with not all your senses fully present. Alex's hands delicately removed your earrings and necklaces, and it was nice to have him so close, a bit surreal. You almost believed you could be a doll with how he was treating you. He moved back, laying you down on his bed, and he smiled at you as a way to reassure you that everything was okay. You grabbed his arm, afraid he would leave. Alex quickly shook his head. "Hey, little one, I'm not going anywhere. I just need to get some water for you and something to dry your face." He sounded caring, making you want to cry because you knew this was wrong. But why did it feel so right?
"Promise?" You asked, not into the idea of falling into a deep sleep and when you wake up he wouldn't be there to call you little one anymore. He nodded, extending his pinky finger to seal the promise. The silence without him wasn't comforting; you felt like there were monsters under the bed. Still out of mind about time and space, you realized you were in his room, which made you feel even more fragile. The room had a light blue color, seemed well-lit during the day, had books scattered in an organized manner, and two guitars hanging on the wall. That made you put your hand over your mouth as you imagined how his fingers would behave playing those strings. You wanted to hug him, to let the scent and the soft chest lull you to sleep again. Your head was noisy, and you didn't like it.
When he returned, he moved in slow motion to you. He wiped your face and neck with a damp cloth, and you wondered why he was alone. He was a good man; you had thought about that before. Alex wouldn't sleep next to you, but he would stay with you as long as you needed him. He sat with his back against the headboard, looking at you for a moment. It was too late; this was no longer just a casual situation. You'd have to talk about it; you had formed a bond. Although you were scared, Alex liked it.
You asked him to lie down, and he complied. You were side by side, facing each other. Your eyelids struggled to close, but first they followed your fingers as they roamed his face. You traced the gentle lines at the corner of his eye, then the bridge of his nose. He was handsome. Sometimes you wanted to forget that he was older than you, even though you liked him that way. Your hand then touched his rough stubble, and he smiled when he saw you smiling at him. It was like a dream, like you had imagined and even better.
In an abrupt and unquestionably unplanned proceed, your hand hooked onto the collar of his T-shirt, pulling yourself closer. It was a light pull, and in the blink of an eye, your lips were on his, tender and airless. They lingered there, just touching, feeling each other's warmth and the mixing of breaths. Your hand pressed against his chest and held him to yourself, like he could heal you. You moved your lips with his slowly, warmly, and precisely, enjoying in a comfortable sigh every second of it, until he broke into a sigh of reality. He couldn't be doing this, not with you like this. Not wanting to startle you, he sealed your cheeks and nose a few countless times before planting small forehead kisses when he needed to refuse your touch. He felt guilty, but he wouldn't deny that it had been good, way better than he had fantasized. There were no words, and none were needed; both of you were aware of it. Although he thought you might not be as much, he feared you might not even remember this when you woke up.
Alex held your palm against his chest until you fell asleep. Then he got up, covered your body with a warm sheet, and left you there. Unable to restrain himself from touching your face before and stroking your hair. The next day, you would wake up, wondering if it had been a vivid dream or not. But his room would leave no doubts, with the guitars, the well-lit atmosphere, and his blazer still carrying his scent on you. You didn't know how you were going to talk to him after that, you thought about how he must think of you as a kid who doesn't know how to be in the real world. This time, however, you noticed a photo on the bedside table. He was hugging a woman while kissing her forehead. She had a neatly cut fringe and an angelic face; she was very pretty, and it made you feel insecure. She was around his age. You were wrong to be there, and then you got that the bed you were on was a double bed. You wanted to run away even though your head was pounding. Professor Turner might act like a good man, but he was still a man. Above all, you tried to think well of him; perhaps it was a divorce, right? You would have noticed the ring on his finger if he were married. He wouldn't take off the ring, would he? But why was that photo still there? You quickly got up, failing to remain composed when you saw that he had left a note and some money in case you needed to call an Uber. You couldn't just read it right away. You wanted to believe he was good, but it hurt. You felt used even though you hadn't done anything. Yet, you still felt like you wanted him around more often because you felt good with him. In the middle of class, Alex struggled with impatience, hoping you wouldn't leave without taking the note and the snack he had left for you, so you would have his number and be safe. But it didn't happen, at least not when he expected it to.
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The Jeweller’s Hands - AT
Professor!Alex Turner x reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, restraints, sub space, gags, edging, teasing, teacher!student relationship (but they met before that), aftercare, pet names
a/n: this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and it’s not even that smutty, it’s mostly aftercare and fluff with a healthy dose of subspace. this was written for my bestie @martinipoliz . don’t like it - don’t read it
It had been a long night - a very long night.
Teasing Alex while he was teaching your class had not been your best idea, not by a long shot. The expression on his face as he watched you smirk at him from your desk was enough to turn your insides to ice. But you hadn’t stopped with some harmless flirting, no, you were feeling a little braver than that. When he returned your essay, your hand grazed along his, giving him doe eyes as he towered over your sitting form. Then, to top it all off, you whispered ‘Was I a good girl, sir?’
It was just quiet enough to pass over the heads of the other students, but your seductive phrase went straight to Alex’s head and he stopped dead still next to you, his brain trying to process if you’d really just had the guts to say that outloud. When you fluttered your eyelashes at him, almost comically, you heard the lowest, quietest growl slip out of Alex’s mouth. He was not happy, not at all. These little flirtations may seem playful, but to Alex, your teacher, your boyfriend, this was very much not allowed. You were in serious trouble.
So that’s how you ended up spread eagled across his king-sized bed, arms tied to the bedposts by Alex’s various silk ties, and Alex between your legs, his hips pistoning into yours as he chased his own release. You’d finally been allowed to come, after multiple rounds of edging and teasing - ‘Don’t give what you can’t take, princess. You tease me, I’ll fucking tease you.’
Now your mind was fuzzy and warm as the euphoria of your orgasm ebbed away, the feeling of Alex’s damp skin rubbing against yours as he thrust into you becoming a little much, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it wouldn’t be long now, perhaps from the laboured groans emanating from his chest, the way his hands were clawing at your thighs in a way that was sure to leave bruises, the beads of sweat dripping from his brow onto yours. Your jaw was beginning to ache from the spider gag firmly holding your mouth open and you were desperate to wrap your arms around Alex, the floating feeling in your head bringing with it a craving for skin to skin contact.
Finally, you felt the warm release of Alex’s seed deep inside you, felt the weight of him as he collapsed onto your chest, panting as he caught his breath. His unruly hair tickled your nose a little, causing you to whimper as best as you could around the unyielding gag.
Alex heard you though, lifting his head up to look into your glazed over eyes, recognising that it was too much for you now and knowing exactly needed.
‘So good for me, baby, eh? Took your punishment so well, such a good girl.’ he murmured between pants as his fingers gently undid the strap of the gag, slowly removing it from your mouth as you whined in discomfort.
‘There we go, princess, I’m gonna pull out now as well, ok?’
But you shook your head frantically before he could push himself up off your chest, the need to wrap your arms around him becoming unbearable. The words wouldn’t come out, instead another desperate whine slipped from your mouth. It was a good job Alex knew you well.
‘Arms first? That’s fine, baby, here you go.’ He untied the silk restraints with ease, rubbing your wrists gently with his fingers, before slowly massaging your aching jaw.
‘Better?’
You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his frame, dragging your nails up his sweaty back, pulling on the dark locks of hair that were beginning to curl around his ears, before running a thumb over his cheekbone. Alex relaxed slightly as he saw a little more focus come back into your eyes, the skin to skin contact obviously easing your previous discomfort.
‘’S okay, baby, am right here, yeah?’
You nodded again into his chest, inhaling his scent - sweat, sex and cigarettes. It went straight to your head, like your own personal dose of heroin. There was silence for a few minutes as you relaxed into Alex’s arms. He pressed a chaste kiss to your hairline, an apology, before he adjusted himself slightly, his now soft cock slipping out of your folds with a faint pop. You winced at the empty sensation, the fuzziness still crowding your head a little.
‘Need to clean up, love, I’ll be ten seconds, promise.’
You rolled into the duvet, curling up as you heard Alex’s retreating footsteps. He appeared again a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and sat on the end of the bed.
‘Open your legs, sweetheart.’
You whined and shook your head into the duvet. You were tired and you wanted to sleep and you wanted Al’s warm body back next to yours.
‘Come on, princess, I need to clean you up. The quicker we do this, the quicker we can go to sleep, ok? I know you’re tired.’
You shook your head once again, but Alex stroked along your thigh slowly, calming you a little, and you lifted your head to look at him with blurry eyes.
He smiled at you, his cheeks still a little pink from exertion, his hair messy and falling into his eyes. ‘For me, princess? Please?’
A little nudge on the inside of your thigh was enough to persuade you and you whined softly as the cloth brushed against your sensitive cunt, but it was over quickly, Alex stroking your thigh the whole time.
‘All done. Such a good girl.’ he cooed into your ear, pressing his hand to your back to pull you into his chest once again.
He threw the cloth away, grabbing your pyjamas from under the pillow and helping you into them with steady hands, whispering praises whenever you seemed a little fragile. He tugged on a fresh pair of boxers before settling into the bed, tucked up behind you so his chest was pressed against your back, his face buried in your hair, legs tangled together under the covers. The huff of his breath against your hair helped to ground you, almost as if he was blowing away the cotton wool in your head.
After a while, you turned to face Alex.
‘Back with me, princess?’
You murmured a small ‘yes’, trying to stifle a yawn at the same time. He chuckled and you felt the vibrations in his chest.
‘Was it alright? Didn’t go too hard on you, did I?’
‘No, Al, I loved it. I’m just knackered now, that’s all.’
‘That’s when I know I’ve done a good job.’ Alex chuckled again and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
‘You’re hot when you’re angry, y’know?’ You smirked up at him.
‘Yeah well, that’s what happens when you tease me while I’m trying to teach.’
Your smirk grew even wider at this but Alex knew exactly what you were thinking.
‘Uh-uh, don’t you dare do it again. Did I not just teach you that lesson?’
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Alex's dick being too big and he doesn't want to hurt you so her prevents you from going all the way down when your riding him but when he's asleep you get really horny and try to wait but u can't so you ride him when he's sleeping and u go all the way down and he wakes up to quiet sniffles and sobs and mouns and whining coming from you because it hurts so fuckin bad but feels so good then he starts degrading you and telling you how your so desperate for him cause you couldnt wait.
It's a lot ik but it's all I could think about this past week 🙈
xiv. trash magic
alex turner x reader
anonymous requests
word count: 4906
summary: You met (early 2018) Alex at the casino through a dating app
warnings: bruises, bite marks, pa!n k!nk.
song recommendation: trash magic by lizzy grant
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The clock on your phone tells you it's time, you glanced at each door, fixing your dress, putting powder on your nose and lip gloss on your lips, and you waited impatiently for his arrival, there were no new messages, no missed phone calls, you were under the impression he always was on time for everything, but a few minutes had gone by and he wasn't there, maybe you were exaggerating.
"Looking for someone, baby doll?" You turned your face and smiled at him.
"Hi" Your voice trembled, this was actually happening, "It's nice to meet you"
"Woah, you look gorgeous" He took a moment to take all of you in, the features of your face, the shape of your lips, the color of your eyes and cheeks, the texture of your hair, and the dress you wore leaving enough for the imagination, "Follow me, I got us a table" He grabbed your hand, signing you to follow him, your heart was at its pick, you felt nervous as fuck, he has noticed your hand was shaking, your breathing was short, he glanced at you up and down as he ordered the elevator, "First time doing this, right?" He sounded so confident, and you shrugged.
"I-I mean... n-no... yes" You confessed, you had tried that dating app your friend had told you to use, if you wanted someone to constantly give your gifts, take you out to dinner to a place you could only see the inside thru the glass, take you out shopping, and spoil you, you ought to sign in to Honey & Sugar, a website for men who looked for a sugar baby, you had to be 18 at least, and on your birthday while drunk you signed in.
"It's ok, doll, I think you and I will get along pretty well" The doors opened, and he walked you down a hallway, he had invited you to a hotel, swearing they had the best drinks in the bar, you trembled when he opened the door of a hotel room, thoughts were quick to appear on your head, "This is my place" He opened the door of a huge penthouse filled with couches, a huge TV, a big living room, and dinner table, there was even a piano, it was the size of your house, all in one floor, it was elegant, and cozy at the same time.
"Wait... your place?" You asked him, does that mean...
"Oh yeah, I'm the hotel owner... I have this to myself, I spend a lot of time here... so why not have a place here as well? A second home for me," You felt like you hit the lottery with that man, he wasn't like you thought, he had a profile picture with his friend, and you weren't sure who out of the two of them was Alex, but God, he was a handsome man, his long hair and beard suited him perfectly, his elegant night suit, black was his color, his eyes were dark and moody, you wonder what could he be thinking.
"It's wonderful," You said to him, you were in awe by the amount of room it had.
"And if you love this, look outside" He opened the glass door of his balcony, and outside there was dinner for two, the view of the streets of LA, and the moon shining right behind the table, he smiled at you, he loved how that pink silk dress hugged your body so perfectly, and your knee socks, they were a bit junior but he loves the way they fit you, "What do you think?"
"I'm blown away" You giggled as he pulled a chair out for you.
"Dinner is served," You felt like the lady and the tramp with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs on your plate, "Not the fanciest but you said pasta never goes wrong" He pulled out a chair for you.
"And I was right, wasn't I?" He sat in front of you twisting his fork in the plate.
When he said you would get along well, you never expected it to go so well, like that plate of wine and pasta, both complemented each other well, he never forced you to talk about anything of your private life, even though to know someone you have to have a little trust, and he inspires you that, it was so easy to talk with him, he listened, and laughed, jokes around, he was a humble man, when you get to the top everyone expects you to be cocky about it, but he never changed his personality, honest, and kind-hearted, he was confident but it wasn't confused with cockiness, he wasn't as fluent when he tried to explain to you something complexed but you listened closely as he looked so cute explaining things he was passionate about.
He was blown away by you, you were brilliant, and funny, kind, and understanding, you were very mature for your age, when he was yours he never wanted to hear anyone's advice and just did what he thought, tried, and failed until he eventually settled down and got his shit together, you, on the other hand, were just finishing high school, packing your stuff for college, talking about the future with him was helpful, you've never met anyone as wise as he was, and his way of speaking was just like poetry, you were quick to fall for him.
After dinner, he excused himself to grab a cigarette from his coat, you stood up, your hands ran on his waist, hugging him from behind, this making his heart melt instantly for you, your doe eyes taking the worse out of him, he embraces you, his arms around your shoulders as you see how little everything looked from above, while he looked down at your flushed cheeks, and nose from the cold air, when you look up at him, he finds you so attractive, he caressed your cheek, running his thumb thru your bottom lip, you smiled nervously, you were too shy to be even touched like this, even if it wasn't much.
"You've never done summat like this before, have you?" You said no with your head, "You want this?"
"I do," You said looking at his eyes, sweet like honey.
"You want me?" Your arms looped around his big shoulders, he took out the smoke from his mouth, and you inhaled the dense air into your mouth, he shut the space in between you, his warm lips tasted like wine, and his cigarettes, it was so intoxicating and addictive, his lips were eager, while you tried to keep it cool, your heart beat against him, he could feel how you tried to let go as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, caressing your hair, pulling you closer to him by the hip, eventually you let go, forgot about everything, the ground you were standing up on, the place that you were, suddenly your head was up in the clouds, floating, and enjoying the taste of his lips until you eventually let go of his lips.
"Why don't you stay?... we can make the night last longer" Your eyes spark and you nod, he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand landing on your lower hip, your heart speeds of anticipation, you weren't sure what was going to happen, or even if you were ready.
He walked you into his room with golden lights, hand on hip, peppering your cheek with tiny ticklish kisses, he sat on his leather couch and pulled you into his lap with no struggle, "Do you feel like having a small treat, babe?"
"I don't know, what do you have in mind for me?" You whispered into his ear with your soft voice.
"I have a lot of things in mind for you" He drawled, his eyes so magnetic and dark, "But for now..." Served on a silver platter there was some rich dark chocolate and fresh strawberries for dessert, he turned his music up, and you thanked him as you fetched the champs glass from him, he sat you back on his lap, and you leaned forward to grab a strawberry but he stopped you, taking one for you, putting it between your teeth, signing you to bite, and he smiled at you when he saw you chewing it, "Take another bite" He insists dipping the strawberry in the chocolate, his thumb had some chocolate on it too, you licked the remaining leftover on his thumb making him sigh content, "You must be really hungry still right?"
"Very" You pecked him on the lips, and he dipped one more in the chocolate, you closed your eyes, humming as you bit the strawberry off his fingers, he traced his thumb over your lips, his index, and middle on your neck, pulling your chin down to kiss you roughly, his tongue lapping over yours, tasting your heavenly mouth, you were gasping for air as he deepened the kiss, he shifts you to sit directly on his lap, startling him between your legs, his hands dropping to your ass and gripping it roughly.
"You have what I want right here," His hand sneaked between your legs, into your panties feeling the wet patch you left, "And I bet is even tastier than just some strawberries... listen, little girl, I'm gonna show you how real men do it," He shifts your underwear to the side, his fingers playing with your clit roughly, you stifled your moans, feeling the angst and the nerves fulling your blood system.
"Yes, please..." You sighed, he got lazy with the pace, you saw it on his face, you missed one crucial word, the one that began everything, "Daddy..." He pulled your dress up to your waist to finally have complete access to you, he pushed one finger inside you, and your walls were so tight and warm.
"Fuck, you're so tight baby, got all wet since I kissed you, I knew you loved it" You sighed trying to get his finger to reach deeper, "You like this? do you need more babe?" He drawled taking his finger out of you and rubbing your clit in circles.
"Oh... daddy, please give me more" He used his index and middle finger to fuck your little pussy, it was so wet for him it was unbelievable, you complain a little about the stretching on your walls but shortly you got used to it, and it began to feel more enjoyable as you grind your hips into his fingers.
"Make yourself feel good babe, then I'll take you to bed" You whimpered, you were more than ready to take him, even felt excited, but first you wanted to return back the pleasure he was giving you, your hand stroked his cloathed cock, he was stiff and long, thick, it would definitely hurt once inside you but you were prepared, "Playin' round with me I see" You purred a yes, shuffling your hand inside his trousers feeling every inch of him completely, he spread his legs open, and rests his head back on the couch as you began to jerk him off slowly, the tension was growing hotter as you kept grinding against his groin, the veins on his neck popping up to the surface, your lips were content to attack his neck with kisses, softly nibbling on a spot that made him groan loudly, you thought you had hurt him, you pulled your mouth away thinking you had hurt him.
"I'm-" His hand brushed against the bruise you had left him, but instead of getting angry he smiled at you.
"You're eager, aren't you doll?" You softly smiled, "Don't be sorry, It's ok" He said just as if he could read your mind, your heart began to pump faster as he inched closer to your ear, leaving ticklish kisses on it, "You're so beautiful" He pushed his hips up, his boner brushing against your cloathed clit making you moan softly, "You don't need this anymore... take your clothes off for me, do as daddy tells you" You pulled away from his warmth, he turned you around helping you with the zip of your dress, watching slide down carefully revealing your naked back, you pulled away sliding down the straps of your dress, and the straps of your bra fell down your arms to the floor along with your white knickers, your big eyes glistened with the lights, the golden cross on your collarbone being the only thing left in your body, and you looked so innocent, exposed, fragile, your skin was smooth, he couldn't see a single flaw in your body, he stared at it in awe, you watched as a spark appeared on his eye, but you weren't as comfortable with the nudity of your body, you didn't look at it the way he did, it was so penetrating, you hugged your body with your arms, "No, don't" He said standing up from the couch, "If I could have you like this all day,"
"You can have me any day, daddy" His heart melts into your hands as you talked, "Keep me," You said, he caressed your face, like a little puppy he held you in his arms, taking you to bed, your back landing on the silk bedsheets, he ran his fingers down your hair, and you closed your eyes as an instinct, he kissed your tenderly, his chapped lips so heavenly.
"I'll take care of you just fine doll, you'll be loyal to me, right?"
"Yes, daddy," You said with no doubt, "I don't need anybody else but you"
"Mmm, I love the sound of that," He touched your golden cross, and he smiled, "Strict household I see...you're far away from there now, you won't need this anymore" He carefully took your necklace away, "You're lost little girl, I can shelter you, I can take care of you... always," His words were the ones you needed to hear, now that you had him, you knew nothing was gonna be missing, your plate was full, and your heart had healed, he had worked you up just about enough now, and a part of you wasn't ready to see his enormous size, you trembled, "Too much for you, doll?"
"I've- never... I've never gotten this far" You admitted.
"I gotta warn you, it's gonna hurt for a minute... if you're not ready, tell me, it doesn't matter to me... what matters is that you're with me, and I promise if you do, nothing's gonna hurt you, baby, I can wait, besides... there are other options for me to make you feel so good" You hummed.
"Show me, please daddy" He smirked so evilly, and he slowly descends kissing your belly and spreading your legs open, he spat in your sensitive spot, shivers crawled up your spine, he licked a bold stripe, and he pushed his fingers inside you, the stretching felt so good now but it was nothing compared to what he had, but it was all you thought you could handle for now, he pressed his tongue down on your clit, his beard tickling between your legs, all the sensations mixing so well, it didn't take long until you were pulling on his hair, your legs were uncontrollably shaking, and you were set free, sweating and panting, "Fuck darlin', you taste so good, came for daddy so well, you're my good girl" You kissed him sloppily, he giggled at how happy he just made you, your whole body was tired, and he laid you down on the bed gently, "I think it's bedtime for you and me"
He stood up, and took his clothes off in front of you, he discarded his belt to the side, along with his other clothes, and you could see the outline of his dick on his Calvin's, you bit down on your lower lip.
"See sommat you like, babe?" He made you giggle, he covered your body on the bedsheets and he tag along with you.
"I'm sorry, daddy," You said to him, you were ashamed, you had given him one of the most uncomfortable boners, but he waved it off.
"Don't matter, it'll be gone in a minute or two" He left a small kiss on your forehead, "Sleep, you must be tired, right?" You nodded, cuddling closer to him, back pressed against his chest, you pressed yourself closer to him, "Hmmm, you won't make things easy for me if you rub yourself up like that" You giggled, and the lights went off, you took a distance, and you closed your eyes to sleep, but your mind kept looping around an idea, you were ready, if he was capable of making you finish with just using his tongue and fingers, God, what else could he do? what else could he show you? maybe you should take the initiative, surprise him, and show him how good can you be too.
At around 3 in the morning, you woke up again, feeling a dull ache between your legs, the ideas, the images, what had you seen, what he could do, what could he feel like, everything was pilling up for you, and you once felt a heat no one else could extinguish but him, you rubbed yourself closer to him, his breathing warm against your ear, you could feel he still was a little stiff, you were eager, and you began to grind your ass close to his groin just like you did in the couch, you remembered how much did he enjoy that, he began to get stiff again, but what else could you do, you grabbed your phone, taking advice from a friend, she had more experience, and you wanted to make him feel just as good, she said to wake him up, giving him some head, you didn't know exactly how to do that, you watched a few videos thinking you could mimic the movements of the other girls, and when you felt like you could do it, you put yourself up for the test.
Your hands slowly descend down his body, he groaned in his sleep when you stroked his dick thru the sheets, you smiled at his frown, he looked so cute with his eyes closed, and his eyebrows pushed together like that, you climbed on top of him, taking the blanked off his body, and carefully pushing your warm hands inside his boxers, you took it out, your hand lightly stroking his dick up and down, and you licked his tip with your tongue, going in small circles, he slowly began to wake up from his slumber.
"Babe-" His voice raspy, and heavy with sleep, "God, what are you doin'?" His heartbeat began to speed, his cock getting harder as you stroked him.
"I wanted to help you, daddy... make up for it," You said, your whispering echoing in his head, you gulped before you took him in your mouth, you fitted in what you thought you could handle, he gasped, and moaned loudly, "Am I doing good?"
"So fuckin' good, babe, you really wanna make me feel good, huh?" You nodded clinging to every word he tells you, "Spit on it," He said, you mimicked the way he did it when he went down on you, a string of warm saliva glistening with the cool light of the moon, "Fuck... just like that, now spread it" You took your hand and pumped him up and down, you didn't know if you were doing correctly but he seemed to enjoy it, "Take it inside your mouth like a big girl, can you do that?" You said yes with your head, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could, taking him inside, "Mmmm, now move your head up and down," You bopped your head up and down for a few moments, you were doing it fast, "Hollow your cheeks, suck it" He panted with his dark and raspy voice, you hummed and hollowed your cheeks like he said, "Mmm fuck babe, just like that, you're doin' so good, you're making daddy feel so good," You sucked harder with each time, it was mindblowing to him how close he felt now, he pushed your head up, you mouth making a loud pop, "Babe, slow down... let daddy enjoy it" You took it slower, in a more calm pace hearing him hum in satisfaction, you moaned around him, "Do you like sucking daddy's cock?"
"Yeah, I do daddy" You sounded so confident now, he had the idea of a more shy you but now that both of your feelings have been revealed, he liked this more confident and bratty side of you, "Are you close, daddy?"
"Very... you're making me so proud, babe girl, get daddy to finish, show me" You speed up your pace once more, sucking harder, bopping your head slowly, swirling your tongue around his dick focusing more on the head, that was his sweet spot, it made him lose control, and he pulled your hair as he came inside your mouth hot and heavy, "Swallow daddy's cum" He ordered, you took a deep breath in, your heart was rapidly beating, and you swallowed his release, "That's a good girl," You crawled to him, your silky hair made a mess, a soft pout on your lips, he lightly pecked them since you didn't give him the opportunity to kiss them as rough as he wanted, he was still dazed with sleep, but you needed more, you sat directly on his cock once more, it was still stiff, you felt ready, you wanted him more than anything, and the need over the pain you would feel was bigger, you grabbed his dick and pressed it against your entrance, you wimpered at the stretch, it was really painful at the beginning, you were sure about to give up, he heard your little sniffs, and weeping, "Babe-" He opened his eyes and watched your eyes water, as you finally had managed to fit all of him inside you, your whole body fell down, and he held you in his chest, "Are you ok, angel?"
"Y-Yes, daddy" You whimpered, "I'm ok" Your voice sounded so fragile against his ear.
"God, babe, you never stop to impress me, and for fucks sake you feel so fuckin' tight, so wet for me... you make daddy so fuckin' happy, but you gotta be careful, I don't wanna hurt you"
"You won't, just g-give me a moment, please daddy" His fingertips grazed your back up and down as you tried to compose yourself, softly humming in your ear the song that played on his stereo, and when you felt ready, you put your hands on his chest, moving your hips back and forward very carefully but more sure, "Ugh, fuck... it feels s-so good" You shivered as you felt him so deep inside you, it felt wonderful, finally you understood what was that you were missing out on.
"I can feel you, and you feel so lovely babe," He helped you guide your movements, slowly picking up a pace you enjoyed, and most of all you felt comfortable with, your body was covered by a wave of goosebumps in places you didn't even know you could get, he rocks you back and forward, "Couldn't wait to get it all inside you, darlin'?"
"You're so b-big" You lost control over your movements, Alex grinding your hips against his body, holding you for dear life, gripping your skin until it bruised, but you didn't care, you loved to have the reminder of how good was he making you feel, he heard your moaning, he entered a magical trance, your lips attached to his, and he lost control of his movements, but you didn't care, you encouraged them, "Go faster, p-please daddy" You begged, he bends his knees, pressing you up to his chest, and pounded your little hole over and over again, your legs were trembling as you felt closer, "I love it," You said, as you hold on to his chest, you dig your teeth into his shoulder, he moaned as he felt your walls tighten, clenching around his tightly.
"Babe, I-I'm gonna cum," You giggled, and whispered to his ear.
"Cum inside me, please, daddy" Your weak voice was all that he needed to hear to burry himself inside you, covering your insides with his hot release, and you covered his cock with your juicy release, both panting as you came down from that high, "I love you, daddy" You quietly said, but he heard it loud and clear.
"I love you too, my babe, you're daddy's girl" You hummed, he left you tired, and worn out, but happy, and most of all in love. He holds you in his big arms, pulling out of you slowly, you whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, but your heart was full of him, "Let's get you cleaned up," He carried you to the bathroom, legs wrapped around his strong torso, he sat you on the sink, and damped a towel to clean you up, he did it in the most caring way possible, "Do you feel ok? Nothing is hurting or anything, you need to tell me honey, I don't wanna-"
"I had a great time, I'm ok daddy, cross my heart" You did a small cross on your chest and gave him a bright smile, he gave you privacy to go to the bathroom and when you looked in the mirror you saw your runny makeup, but somehow you felt like you were glowing, later on, you joined him in the bed, spending the rest of the night cuddled up to him, you felt sheltered in his arms.
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The sun rises behind the curtains, you roll on the sheets of the comfortable bed, you quickly realized you woke up alone, in the bed, you patted the spot next to you, yesterday you felt on cloud nine, and he was gone like pure magic. You had thought of everything that could possibly go wrong, but suddenly as you were trying to find your clothes you heard someone had closed the door, and footsteps coming your way, and he quietly opened up the door to find you sitting on the bed with a frown.
"Did I wake you up, my love?" The look on your face said everything, he walked up to you caressing your cheek, and you snatched your face away, but he redirected it, his thumb on your chin, "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'," You said, crossed arms, he eyes you up and down, he looked so powerful dressed with his big coat, and stripped button-up shirt, he saw right thru you.
"Oh, come on, tell me," You moved your head from side to side, and he tickled your sides, you couldn't escape him, and you couldn't stop laughing, he pinned you down on the bed, he left a small kiss on your nose as he looked at you up and down, "You're gorgeous, I like it more when you smile at me, be honest, you can tell me"
"I just... thought that... you had left me," You spoke, he laid next to you, you couldn't believe you were still naked, you covered your body with your arms but he took them away, "I can't spend the rest of the day naked, Alex" You joked.
"Yes, you can, don't ever think I would do such a thing, the only reason I left early was to get you a lil somethin'" From his back pocked he reached to grab a black velvet box, you smiled at him, "Do the honors" You opened the small box, and inside there was a golden chain, his golden chain.
"But... this is yours, Alex" He moved his head from side to side, putting his golden chain around your neck.
"It's yours, I just wanted to find a good box to put it in, wrap it up for you... everyone's gotta know that you belong to me, no one else, just you" Your cheeks painted dark crimson, no one else had done something like this for you, "And... I got some other things for you" He grabbed your hands and let you outside to his living room, you saw two channel boxes, along with other bags of clothing you had never thought you would ever get, "Went on a little shopping spree, got somethings for me girl," You gasped as you saw the most gorgeous pair of heels, and boots you would ever own.
"This is vintage channel! How did you?-"
"Karl's an old friend of mine, when I talked to him about you he knew exactly what to give me," He kneels to put the heels on, perfect fit, "Only the best for my princess," You gave him a big kiss on the lips as a thank you, but it turned deeper, sexier, and erotic, it caused him shivers, "Still in the mood?"
"Always for you, daddy"
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hope you didn't miss me much, sorry for not updating in a while, i wanted to say sorry beforehand as well, i won't be updating as much as i did before :(( some serious family business happened recently, i'm ok tho! i can't focus a lot of me rn, i have bigger responsibilities to take care of, but i won't be gone forever, this isn't the last you will hear of me any time soon, just sit tight ladies i'll be coming back soon. i love you and thank you for the comments and support!
note to anonymous: hope you didn't mind i changed things up a little, enjoy thank you for the request and reading!
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Is This What You Wanted
Chapter three of the Miracle Aligner series
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Alex's POV
Reluctantly, my eyes peel open to reveal a bright daze of sunlight, seeping through the blinds of my hotel suite. I slowly shift and stretch my aching limbs, completely disoriented. Symptoms of a hangover begin to arise and I groan in discomfort.
Rising to my feet, I head to the restroom, paying no mind to the clothes that littered my bedroom floor. It was only until I glanced at the mirror that was I reminded of the night before.
Red bruises decorated my chest to my jaw. Though, one spot in particular was more significant than the rest: a bite mark that covers the left side of my neck. My lips part loosely at the sight.
Suddenly, my skull starts pounding as visions of last night's events cloud my mind.
1:57 am
After roughly swiping my key card, the force of Jennie's kiss causes my back to bang against the front door of my room, now awkwardly fiddling with its knob.
The door swings open and I flip our bodies around, backing her towards the bed with urgency. Our moans intermix as our mouths move together fervently and our tongues collide, fighting for dominance. I grip her body for support. I was utterly intoxicated by her cherry taste.
Jennie then rips away from the kiss to take a breath and I instinctively chase after her. My hunger for her was insatiable, and I could tell from the lustful look in her eyes, that the feeling was mutual.
I smirk as I regard her beautifully flushed face, dimly lit by the golden bedside lamp I left on. I affectionately caress the smear of faded lipstick that adorned her lips, and I imagine my own.
I touch my forehead to hers and her eyes flutter closed. I observe her chest rise and fall as we mellow out.
My own chest does the same, my heart hammering widely against my ribs.
"Stunning Red." My compliment makes Jennie's eyes open, peering up. She grins instantly and I shudder at the sight. Her eyes flare with a wicked thought.
Unexpectedly, Jennie drops to her knees in front of me, hands sliding down my chest until they reach my thighs. My jaw drops at once. "Christ," is all I can muster as her hands rise to meet my belt buckle. The clasp opens and I rejoice in the release of my waistband. My head tilts back. When she draws me out of my slacks I whimper, "Jennie."
"Alexander," she replies pleasantly as if she isn't holding my cock in her fist. Becoming exasperated by her attitude, I warn, "Don't start."
"Okay." She politely utters, abruptly dropping her hands from my body. My eyes go wide and my head shoots to look at her knelt-down frame. "Don't be a tease, you know what I meant," I growl at her.
Till I met this woman, I didn't know just how pent-up I'd been. I feel as though I've been unleashed and now need her more than anything.
Without hesitation, I pluck her up from the ground and toss her onto my bed, making her yelp. I briefly gape at her scrambling on her back, shuffling the bed sheets around. Looking at her I demand, "Fuck, tell me what you need."
...
"Fuck." I rub my hand coarsely against my slack jaw. My eyes then pop in my reflection. Rushing back to my bed, I behold the empty mattress. Disappointment blackens my chest.
The redhead from yesterday was nowhere to be seen. My shoulders slump in defeat.
Surely last night had not been so bad she had to flee at dawn? From what I could recall, that was not the case. So where had she gone?
Glancing to my right, I take in the mess of papers scattered across my desk. Making my way over to it, I noticed the newfound placement of my sheets meant my lyrics were read by my recent guest. Reading them now, I can't help but be self-conscious. They really were grim, and seeing how things turned out last night, Zach and James had a point.
Millions of ideas were racing through my mind; I couldn't stop the urge I had to sit and write, thinking about what happened hours ago.
"Anything you need, tell him what you're needing."
"Get down on your knees, get down on your knees again."
2:08 am
My bare body flattens against her lush one. I take mental notes of her figure, deliberately engraving every curve to memory.
Jennie flips us around, hovering above me with a sinful grin.
"What 'I' need?" Her sensual voice echoes throughout the room, and I nearly melt into the sheets.
A groan is the only response she receives before slamming our lips together, and I react energetically.
Our bodies interlace and I place one hand between her shoulder blades, and the other through her red locks, gripping it at its roots as my mouth deepens the desperate kiss. Her arm, in turn, wraps behind my neck, embracing me, while the other gropes my tricep. Jennie then wrenches her lips from mine, "What I need is you inside me Alexander."
I stare at her awe-stricken, my thoughts incoherent. To stop myself from almost begging, I attach our lips once again in confirmation. Jennie straddles my waist while her palms enthusiastically roam my body. When our lips break apart, I study her aligning her base with mine, marvelling at how heavenly she looks as she rips open a condom.
I suck in a sharp breath once my tip pierces her entrance.
...
"You're hovering above my bed looking down on me."
"Dracula teeth, lipstick on my pillow via my cheek."
I smirk mindlessly at the page.
After two hours of pensive reminisce of yesterday's affair, I devised at least two songs worth of lyrics. I can already visualize the sound for them; their titles are as clear as day, and dedicated to my mystery woman.
My phone's incessant buzzing takes me out of my thoughts. Moving towards my bedside table, I click on the text notifications, ignoring the 27 missed calls covering my lock screen. With a scowl, I begin to read my texts.
8:46 a.m. Zach: Where the fuck are you? I get you're still upset but we've got work to do Al.
9: 27 a.m. Miles: Darling I've been calling you non-stop. Pick up if you're alive.
12:31 a.m. Jaime: OOOIIIIIII
Just before I close the app, I notice a text from an unknown number.
1:03 p.m. (1+416-555-0144): Heyyyyy it's Mickey (the bartender from last night)!! You left your 🎸 here. If you don't come and get it, it may or may not be sold on ebay ;))))
Immediately I wince. After Red took me by surprise, I clearly neglected to remember the $3,000 guitar I travelled with. My favourite guitar. I wail out a cry of frustration. Then I pause. Now I had an excuse to see her again.
I bolt around the room, grasping at clothes left and right, then heaving on my boots. Hurriedly, I search Les Cactus on Google Maps and head straight for the door.
Chapter 4
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ARCTIC MONKEYS MASTERLIST
[All stories marked * contain smut.]
Alex Turner
Does This Feeling Flow Both Ways? * - X fem reader. Dominant sex with a long time friend.
No. 1 Party Anthem * - X fem reader. You meet Alex (dom) while working in a strip club.
Baby I'm Yours * - X fem reader. Fluffy smut.
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Professor Turner Part 2
Nsfw / alex turner x female reader/ student is of legal age/ filler name/ 3135 words
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It had only been two weeks since you left Professor Turners class for the last time. Two weeks since you swore you would forget any of this ever happened. Two weeks of bitter regret. Regret about staying after class, regret about leaving, but more than anything, regret about throwing his number away. Only two weeks, and you were already in trouble.
You had apparently gotten an email from the dean, Mrs. Mercia that you never read, but in your defense, they should have known you wouldn’t have seen it.
So here you were, after missing emails and calls, a stern letter is what brought you to the deans office.
As you sat in the cold worn down chairs waiting to be called back to the deans office, your eyes drifted down and settled on the floor under you. Your eyes trained on your skirt, picking at the fabric as you heard the door to the deans office unlock and open. Your head shot up as your eyes focused on the door, only to see Professor Turner’s head pop out, his eyes scanning the room before settling on you with a small smirk, attempting to disguise the shock in his face.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Mercia’s head popped out with a fake smile as she welcomed you into her office, your professor locking the door behind you both.
As he sat down in the chair next to you, across from Mrs. Mercia, you exchanged glances as his hands subtly traveled from the armrest of his chair to your thigh, tapping you as a signal to uncross your legs.
At first you pretended you didn’t notice his obvious cues, however, when he shot you a look of confusion before looking back down at your skirt, you obeyed his silent direction. As his hand slowly traveled closer to the bottom of your skirt, Mrs. Mercia bent down to grab some papers from the bottom drawer of her desk.
Your professor nudged you with his elbow, drawing your attention to him as he slightly leaned in and whispered.
“Are you alright with this?”
You frantically nodded your head, wishing you were a bit more embarrassed by the idea of your professor, who you were attempting to avoid, fingering you in the deans office.
As Mrs. Mercia lifted her head a few moments later, papers in hand, your professor pulled away as his hand slowly traveled under your skirt and into the
waistband of your underwear, his surprisingly rough fingertips softly rubbing at your most sensitive area, making you slightly jolt up in your seat.
Mrs. Mercia gave you a small judging look, but looked back towards her computer before clearing her throat.
“So, Ms. Knight, I assume you understand why you are here, correct?”
Her eyes narrowed at you as you glanced over at your professor, him not even glancing at you as he nudged your thighs apart with one hand. You quickly complied as you began to stutter out a response.
“Yes Miss, I understand that my-“ Your professor chose that moment to lightly push one finger into your core, making you let out a soft gasp.
“I-I understand that my absences in Professor Turners class have become an issue, yes Miss Mercia”
She stared at you for a second too long, before bringing her gaze back to your transcript on her desk. You took this opportunity to shoot your professor a poisonous look, but as he pushed a second finger into you and begun curling his fingers inside of you, your gaze turned more pleading than poisonous as your hips subconsciously grind against his hand, him suppressing a laugh at your reaction.
You looked back at Mrs. Mercia as she handed you a document. You quickly skimmed the paper, your professor leaning into you, reading the document along with you.
The warmth of his breath against the back of ur neck caused you to shiver, his fingers quickened inside of you, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid moaning. You squirmed in your seat as he almost completely pulled his fingers out, lightly rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves. you resisted the urge to grab his hand, to keep him there, to keep his fingers inside of you.
You were brought back to reality when your professor ripped the paper from your hands and completely removed his hand from you.
“Why do you want her to drop out? She’s not gonna drop out.”
His accent thickened, his words had a sense of urgency as he placed the paper back on the desk.
“Well Professor, I assume you would want her to drop out as well, am I not correct? She hasn’t been to your class in weeks. Not only does this look badly on you, it tarnishes the reputation of our school. We pride ourselves on academic excellency”
She spat out her words, almost disgusted.
“Yes, I understand, but-“ Your professor attempted to continue his sentence, completely removing his hand from you as you closed your thighs, almost embarrassed that your academic future was on the line, but all you could think about was your professor inside of you.
“Low attendance does not reflect well on a professor, and you already struggle in that area.”
She turned to look at you as she continued.
“You have two choices, you either drop out, or you will be kicked out”
You struggled to hide the tears forming in your eyes as you looked between your professor and Mrs.Mercia, unable to form a sentence, the feeling in your stomach from your professors fingers now replaced by an immense feeling of dread.
“This is absolute nonsense, you can not and will not kick her out of this school, Dahlia” Your professor didn’t raise his voice, but there was a clear tone of anger from him.
“Turner, I highly recommend that you listen to me. This will not-“
“If she attends every one of my classes for the next month, she’s allowed to stay.” Your professor was now standing up, towering over the desk, as well as Mrs. Mercia.
The room was silent for a moment before Mrs. Mercia gained a smirk on her face and spoke up.
“If Mrs.Knight attends every one of your classes for the rest of the year, she can stay.”
You and your professor both let out a sigh of relief before she continued.
“However, if Mrs.Knight misses even one class, she will be kicked out.”
Mrs.Mercia and your professor looked at you, waiting for a response.
“Oh thank you, Mrs. Mercia, thank you so much.”
She put on a sarcastic smile as she replied.
“Don’t thank me. Thank your professor” She said, a hint of disgust covered by a sigh as she looked back at your professor.
Both you and your professor stood awkwardly for a moment while she looked at her computer.
“You’re free to go now” She murmured.
You quickly walked out of the room as your professor followed.
Against your better judgement, when the door shut you lightly grabbed his hand, pulling him to follow you.
As you got outside, somewhat hidden, you stopped.
“What the fuck was that?”
“I think you should be thanking me love. If I didn’t stick up for you, you would have been kicked out.” He said with a small smirk on his face, but not able to hide the small feeling of annoyance behind his words.
“No. I…I didn’t mean that, Sir” You looked down at the ground as he let out a small scoff.
“Oh you mean me going against my better judgement. Making you feel good? You enjoyed it though, didn’t you?”
You were silent for a moment before responding.
“You shouldn’t have done that. There’s a reason I never called you anyways.”
He rolled his eyes at you as he forcefully grabbed your jaw, raising your gaze to his.
“You are so goddamn ungrateful. Do you know that? I saved your ass, I put my job at risk for you, and this is your response?” He said, his voice getting louder as his rant went on.
You shushed him, embarrassed by his words. He was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, lowering his hands to your neck, causing you to gasp.
“I’ve made you cum twice. I’ve done so much for you, and you try to give me attitude? You should be on your knees, begging for me to let you suck my cock as a thank you, but I think you just enjoy being a brat, am I correct?”
You couldn’t muster up a response, causing him to tighten his grip on your neck
“You think I didn’t see you throwing my number away when you left my class, Love?”
You were unable to hide your surprise as your face heated up and your eyes widened for a moment.
“If it matters at all, I regret it. I think”
He took a moment before removing his hand from your neck and responding.
“Prove it”
“Never put your hands on my neck again” You spit, attempting to hide the feeling developing in your stomach.
He scoffed at your words
“Love, if you were that upset you could have moved my hand at any moment. And yet, you never even tried. I think you enjoyed it, correct?”
You rolled your eyes, your cheeks assuredly turning red at his words. However, he didn’t seem very satisfied by your response, as he leaned in closer to you.
“I’d love to see you prove me wrong, Love.”
“Where?”
He looked a bit taken aback before responding with a puzzled look on his face
“Excuse me?”
You took a moment, clearing your throat and pretending that the blush on your face wasn’t painfully obvious before responding.
“Where, Sir?”
He looked at you for a moment, scanning your face for any sign of sarcasm before he reached into his pocket pulling out a small pen and paper, quickly scribbling down his home address before slightly pulling at the hem of your shirt, placing the paper in the top of your bra before silently walking away.
You quickly made your way back to your dorm, trying not to seem awkward, hoping no random student, or worse, had seen that interaction.
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If had only been a few hours since your meeting with your professor and the dean, and you were debating whether you should make your way to the address listed on the small slip of paper your professor stuffed into your bra as he left. It was this that made you wish you had never thrown his number away when he first gave it to you.
Swallowing your pride, as well as disregarding the feeling in the pit of your stomach that you were making a mistake, you put your best clothes, and drove to your professors house.
On the drive there, you couldn’t help the feelings of unsurety that rose inside of you.
Thoughts of him seeing you as desperate, mocking you for how quickly you decided to go to the address provided, even when you previously made it your mission to completely avoid him for weeks.
Nevertheless, as you made your way to the expectedly large and luxurious house, you took one deep breath before making your way to the front door, ringing the doorbell. In the brief moment it took for the door to open, you considered turning around, pretending this never happened, and just going to class the next day as was required. However, before you could make the decision to leave, the door opened, revealing your professor with a surprisingly kind expression on his face, almost mockingly so.
He quickly welcomed you inside, gently placing a kiss on your cheek. His gentleness was confusing, almost concerning given your last interaction with him. However, you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind as he handed you a glass of wine and helped take your jacket off. You looked at him hesitantly, causing him to let out a small laugh as you narrowed your eyes at him.
He reached out for your hand and led you to the luxurious couch in the living room, sitting only a few inches away from you, your thighs touching his.
The room was silent for what felt like hours as you awkwardly drank your glass of wine, attempting to ignore the feeling of his eyes on you.
You quickly finished your glass and placed it on the table in front of you as he quickly downed the rest of his glass, placing his on the table as well.
You let out a small sigh before finally breaking the silence.
“So… why did you want me to come?” You question, voice just above a whisper as you kept your eyes focused on the empty wine glasses in front of you.
He took a moment to respond.
“I think you know why I invited you over, Love”
You met his gaze just for a moment before darting your eyes back to the table in front of you. He let out a small scoff at your behavior, shaking his head.
“Seriously? You’re still going with your little innocent act as if I haven’t already watched you fall apart twice? As if you didn’t drive all the way to your professors house? As if you don’t know exactly why you came over?”
You remained silent, staring at the table, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your face.
“Y’know what? Fine. If you don’t want to talk then how about you use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful?”
You looked up at him with a questioning stare as he met your stare, grabbing your hand and placing it on his crotch. As let go of your hand to undo his belt, you kept your hand there, clearing your throat as you slipped your hand under the harsh fabric of his pants, stroking his cock through the fabric of his underwear, causing him to let out a string of small groans as he fully pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his hard cock. You froze for a moment, debating if it was a good idea to just say no and leave. However, these thoughts were cut short as he brought his hand to your thigh, lightly stroking your leg as he spoke.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Love”
You looked up at him for a moment, his stare one of genuine concern, a stark difference from the condescending way he often looked at you. You took a moment to breathe before you got off the couch, getting on your knees in front of him as you took his cock in your hand, the surprise in his face being replaced by a look of pleasure as you took him in your mouth, taking as much of him as you could.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and you silently braced yourself for the feeling of him pulling on your hair. However, he used his grip to keep your head still as he thrusted up into your mouth, you relaxing your jaw so he could use your throat as he pleased. His groans sped up as his thrusts became harsher.
Tears ran down your face, ruining your makeup as you couldn’t help but let out moans and whimpers at the sensation of your professor using you for his own pleasure.
His groans became higher and higher as he reached his climax, his hips sharply and inconsistently thrusting into your open mouth as he came, quickly gripping your throat as he instructed you to swallow. You obliged, enjoying the feeling of his cum in your mouth, as you rested your head on his knee, catching your breath.
However, he tugged at your hair, causing you to make eye contact with him as he took in the sight of your makeup ruined, your mascara running, spit down your chin all because of him.
“You look so much hotter when i make a mess out of you, wouldn’t you agree?” He said, the signature condescending tone back in his voice.
However, you couldn’t bring yourself to give any negative reaction, simply staring up at him, waiting for his next move. He took your hands, pulling you onto his lap as you both sat in silence for a moment before he began to place messy kisses on your neck, leaving small marks on you as he slowly guided you to lay on your back, him towering above you before placing his lips on yours, controlling your movements as he deepened the kiss.
You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you as he slowly began grinding against you, slowly taking your pants off. You paused for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath and allowing him to slowly pull your underwear down as he lowered his face to your already soaked core.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, anticipating the feeling of his mouth on you. He left a light kiss on your inner thighs before finally tasting you. Your head fell back as you let out a small moan, embarrassed by the feeling that this small sensation gave you. He let out a small laugh at this your reaction, the feeling of his breath on you making the sensation more intense as he continued with his actions, expertly eating you out, causing a loud string of moans from you as your hips uncontrollably grinned against his face, practically begging for more.
He held your hips down with his hands as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You began begging for release, your orgasm so close you could taste it as he suddenly pulled away, stopping any sensations.
You looked up at him, your eyes already watering from the feeling of him.
“What the fuck? Why did you stop?” You ask, failing to avoid whining as he simply laughed.
“Love, you have to earn it. I’ve already made you cum twice, you don’t deserve another one yet.”
With that he left a small kiss on your forehead as you began putting your pants back on.
“Don’t be selfish, Love.”
He walked to another room before emerging with a note.
He quickly handed it to you before almost rushing you out the door, closing the door behind you.
As you mentally gathered yourself, you looked down at the note. It was his number. Again. With a small, almost patronizing note.
“Try not to ‘lose’ it this time, Love, we can have more fun next time.”
You sighed as you walked to your car, ignoring the intense feeling of shame as well as ignoring your still wet underwear, rubbing your thighs together as you drove back to your dorm.
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Alex loved your tits, anything to do with them really.
Whether you'd be walking, going up the stairs or even just reaching for something above you, he'd always be fixated on the way they jiggled.
More than a few times he'd feel his cock twitch at the sight of them.
"Mph Alex.."
You were sitting on the kitchen counter in only your bra as he groped your chest firmly. Leaving hickies on your neck all the way down to your tits.
He pulled the cups of your bra down leaving your breasts to spill out onto his hands.
He moaned out as soon as they made contact.
Your mouth only hung open he took a nipple into his mouth, swirling it roughly. Using his other hand, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.
His mouth never left your nipple as he entered you with a sharp thrust. You moaned out his name as he continued to massaged your tits roughly.
Soon enough he detached himself from your nipple only to see how your tits would ripple every time he delivered a thrust into you. He smiled as he watched them bounce every time his pelvis would hit yours.
And now purposely he was thrusting even harder. Loving the way the moved because of him.
His favorite thing though, is when you ride him. The sight of your tits just bouncing before him guaranteed that he wouldn't be lasting long. His hands, without fail, would always find their way to your boobs. He adored feeling the weight of them on his palms.
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