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turnersshimmertrap · 9 months

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Please Don't Stop

pairing ▸ alex turner x reader

genre ▸ fluff, suggestive, no explicit smut written, power switch, some slight angst, dom!alex, dom!reader, sub!alex, established relationship

warnings ▸ explicit themes, sexual themes, explicit language, allusion to sex, lonely reader, jealous reader (not really but just to be safe), hickeys, love bites, touching body (no explicit description of the reader's body), slight manhandling

summary ▸ your boyfriend is late home again. Not answering his phone or replying to your texts, you get angry at him and ignore him when he finally gets home. But when he mocks your authority, you show him who's actually in charge.

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a/n ▸ I wrote this fanfic ages ago but when I found it yesterday, by full accident mind you, I genuinely felt sick... it was horrendous and corny asf. But, I hope you will enjoy this rewritten version and please let me know if you have any requests!! enjoy the read <3

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I'm so fucking done.

You lay in bed, alone again. Your chest steadily rising and falling, a direct contrast to your racing mind. Eyes fixed on the ceiling and fingers intertwined on your stomach with elbows stuck either side of you. The room is uncharacteristically quiet, filled with the subtle sounds of your breath paired with the occasional commotion of a cruising vehicle speeding down the road. The room is dim, almost pitch black if not for the help of the scintillating moon, weak rays of glow peak through the flimsy curtain that clung to the sides of your bedroom window.

He's late again.

No heads-up, no text, no call, no 'sorry I'm gonna be late,' nothing. It's not like you don't trust Alex, quite the opposite, he could leave midway through the night and - as long as he tells you why - you don't mind. No additional inquiries or motives suspected. You understand he's an exceptionally busy man, you don't blame him for it, you couldn't blame him, you're the one that signed up for this, you're the one that agreed to this sort of arrangement. The limited free time he has is always spent accompanying you - even if it's just for a few hours - it's always his mission to make sure you're not lonely, couped up in that flat of yours.

But this is ridiculous.

You toss in your sheets, twisting to your side, demanding the muscles that were once cemented in place to act, resulting in an involuntary groan sounding throughout the empty room. Back facing the door, you close your eyes and try to calm your busy mind, fit in some sleep before the morning starts. But your efforts are to no avail, your mind still riding down a spiral and accelerating the longer you lay there. You can't send him another text, his phone is already filled to the brim with notifications from you and yet, none of them answered. It aggravates you, as it would anybody, the constant ignorance from his side is concerning you questioning his motives. Did you anger him? Even if you did, he wouldn't turn a blind eye to your pleas for signs of security, that'd be wrong; on every moral ground.

You're sounding clingy, and even you knew that, but he hadn't responded to you since he left for the studio this morning. You're worried, more than worried.

The rattle of your front door handle filled your eardrum, casting a sense of relief upon your curled-up body. Soon, a stream of artificial light from your flat's hallway flooded the room for a split second as the man stepped into your space, closing the bedroom door behind. You hear light footsteps echoing through the enclosure, your previous worry turning into wrath, letting the emotion wash over your mind. A few minutes passed as the man made his way around the room, getting himself ready for sleep (and a long-awaited apology). The bed dipped along with the new weight added, forming around the limb forced onto it and adjusting to the rest of the sudden mass as he lied next to you. You still refused to acknowledge the presence that joined you on the mattress - unbeknownst to him. Once he managed to get under the duvet, he pressed his torso to your back and wrapped his arms around you. The radiating warmth becoming deceptively calming as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm late." That voice hushed, whispering into your ear, that same voice you're smitten by, the voice you can't help but play on repeat in your mind throughout the day. You had almost given in to the sound if not for the thought at the back of your mind, prodding at your emotions.

"I'm still mad, Al," you replied with the best monotone voice you could muster up.

"I know you're busy and have a shit ton to do and all, but call me, text me at least. You never tell me when you're done with work or on your way home. All I ask is for you to look at your phone but you never do. It's getting annoying." You rotate to face him, meeting his eyes in the dark room. He looks euphoric in the pale moonlight, the moon's glare highlighting every grove and dip in his face, exaggerating the shine in his eyes, making you fall for him all over again. You sighed and lowered your gaze to keep yourself from melting in the palm of his hand.

"I'm just," you sighed, taking a deep breath to continue, "I'm just worried, Al… I don't know what could happen to you when you're on your way over, you know? I have no way of knowing whether you're alright. You can text or call me black-out drunk or high as fuck and I'll always answer, come pick your sorry ass up if you need. You know I will. There's nothing you could fuck up so much that would make me not answer, I just want the same effort back, that's all." Your volume sizzling out nearing the end of the statement and your tone, though still stern, becomes underlined with worry.

"I know, love. I'm sorry," Alex replied, apologetically caressing your shoulder, "It won't happen again, I promise."

"You said that last time."

"I mean it this time. I'll start religiously checking my phone if you need, I don't mind. I'm sorry I didn't do it before," his voice clear, no longer a whisper, convincing. His grasp detaches from your waist and lifts closer to your face. His fingers brush against the underside of your jaw and hook around your chin, lifting it, forcing your gaze to meet his. Inching closer, he connected his forehead with yours and his hand parting ways with the curve of your chin.

"Forgive me?" He asks, lowering his voice again providing a delicate smile trying to win you over, "Please?"

Unfortunately, he isn't able to do so as you already left his grasp, turning your head and looking back at the ceiling. He pauses, slightly backing away. Eyebrows knit together in thought, his mind going a thousand miles an hour to figure out a way on how to cheer you up, to convince you. You both settled on that, deep in thought about two contrasting ideas, until you decided that enough was enough and started to completely turn away but were ripped from your action when Alex started to attack you with small kisses all over your face. You couldn't help but giggle at the butterfly pecks colliding with your forehead, nose and cheek.

"Fine! Fine," you choked out between little snickers. He pulled away, lips curving up in victory before landing one last kiss on your lips and laying back down. In response, you slanted towards him, kissing his forehead and spun yourself around, going back to your initial position of the night. You felt him enclose your body in his arms and pull you into a tight embrace, reassuring you of his and your safety, trying to emphasise the point by burrowing his nose into the nape of your neck and murmuring a gentle 'cheers'.

Both glad that the night ended on a good note, felt delighted to drift off to sleep. Lying, silently intertwined, his breath calmed you down, lulling you to sleep, a slow rise and fall, over and over again. Drifting off to rest, fully relaxed in his arms.

However, your state was interrupted and replaced with the gentle stroke of a soft, callused hand running down your frame paired with tender kisses littering your collar. Your breath caught in your throat, the intimate act catching you off guard and sending involuntary shivers down your spine. His hand getting lower and lower until it reached the hem of your shirt, oversized as it was originally his, lifting it ever so slightly and making contact with your stomach. The stark difference between his cold hands and your blistering hot skin making you whimper slightly. You couldn't hold back, melting into his passionate touch, slanting your posture into his capable being, pleading for more. But, Alex just wouldn't comply. He, instead, backs away slightly from your body to keep his tame touch, irking you. The delicate actions oppose your wants, your needs. You want to get back at him, show him exactly what you want him to do, and yet, you won't. You know that if you call him out on it, he'll get more mellow, further away from what you desire. It's such an Alex thing to do, he's always messing about trying to get a reaction out of you, he's a facetious fucker. Fortunately, you're one step ahead, you were always one step ahead. Against your body's requests, you cleared your throat and straightened your posture, ripping yourself from Alex's clutch, propping yourself up on your hands instead and shifting to a sitting position, your side now facing him.

"You know what?" you quickly asked, head an inch from the headboard, "I'm just gonna sleep on the settee tonight." Turning to leave the king bed in an oddly fast manner, provoking your boyfriend. Thankfully, he bit the bait and reached out for you, latching onto your wrist and pulling you back onto the mattress. His demeanour switches from gentle to demanding as he engulfs you in his arms once again.

"You're not allowed to leave," he told you sternly, lowering himself to rest his forehead in the gap between your collarbone and neck, "It's cold."

"If you stop teasing me, I might reconsider," you reply, not realising that you're holding your breath. Alex chuckled, his smile turning into a sly grin before lifting his head to admire your facial features in the faint light.

"I wouldn't call that teasing, I was barely touching you." He mused, meeting your gaze, "I doubt you'd know since I'm the one that makes the first move, always have been. I love you, I really do, but you don't even flirt or anything unless I initiate it."

You scoffed, taken aback, refusing to believe what your lover just said. The only reason you let him take the reins is because you're doing him a favour. He's always busy, whatever time you two have together is spent mundanely. You both have crazy schedules it's a miracle either of you find the time to see each other, you don't want to waste that limited time messing with him. Plus, you didn't want to push him into anything unless he wanted to start. But this is just taking the piss. You can be dominant. You can be in charge, God knows you can be in charge, but he's yet to see that side of you. Yes, you've had sex before but, you weren't one to steal the lead away from him. But you started to doubt your initial intentions from his words and at that moment, you vowed to yourself that you'd make him regret he ever let a peep out of that pretty mouth.

Biting back a smirk, you calmly wrap your limbs around his torso and neck, secretly putting your next plan in motion. You somewhat draw him towards you, acting as if you want to steal a kiss. When he got close enough, you flipped the both of your bodies over, leaving you on top with Alex underneath. Legs firmly placed on either side of his abdomen. You can't help but stare at his fictitious relaxed expression, his body too tense to even begin to try and pass off his laid-back attitude as authentic. You nonchalantly lean towards his frame, never leaving his luminous eyes. You sit on his pelvis and slowly press your chest to his, colliding your lips with his helix, leaving a trail of delicate pecks travelling down towards his neck. Alex couldn't stop himself from being tense as your kisses roamed his neck. In a matter of minutes, you found his soft spot, sinking your teeth into it before gentle sucking the abused area, making his breath hitch and a soft whine escape his parted lips.

"Fuck… Okay, you proved your point," he breathed out, voice barely a whisper. You couldn't stop yourself from feeling smug, his constant begging for you to stop would have fooled you if it weren't accompanied by those arms clinging onto your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. You loved his reactions, his whimpers, his heavy breathing. You loved how he froze in place every time you found an especially sensitive spot. Your trail gets lower and lower, reaching the bottom of his abandoned collarbone. Leaving one last love bite before moving back up to his ear, nibbling on it slightly, getting ready to taunt him.

"Come on, love, we both know just how 'effective' I can be," you tormented, mimicking his manner of speech, sliding your fingers down the side of his torso, caressing every inch of his perfect body. Nipping his ear one last time before deciding to alternate your teasing to a different approach.

"But, I can stop if you want me to," you continued, halting your movements and pulling away from his body, sitting up-right. Your small grin still on display with a challenging glint in your eye, showing him how far you're willing to go with your teasing, "It's up to you."

In reality, you had to hold back from pouncing back on him, his flushed ears, furrowed eyebrows and plump lips passing every breath and wheeze he had. You hadn't done anything sexual or suggestive in terms of movement yet and he already looked breathless, so close to the finish line, his evident hard-on pressing into the inside of your thigh. It took everything in you to not start grinding into him, providing him with that very needed touch. He looked irresistible, so fine that you almost lost control, almost.

"No," he exhaled, voice slightly cracking and rose to your level, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at you. He nervously ran his tongue over his bottom lip looking up at you with the most desperate expression on his face. He couldn't decide whether to keep his eyes on yours or on your lips, "Please."

You couldn't contain the cockiness you felt, seeping right into your expression. Softly lowering your eyelids, you shift your lips to practically caress his but never quite touch. Thinking he's in the green, he went in for the kiss, you were faster than him though, moving slightly away, mimicking his previous actions.

"What did you say, love?"

"Please, please," he repeated slowly, his desperation apparent. His hands sliding down to your thighs, circling his thumb on the inner part.

"Please, what Al? Use your words."

"Please, don't stop."

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