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[shadowed-deity]

Alex Keller x F!reader

MDNI after this photo!

Content warning- Breeding, p in v, accidental orgasm, Alex being a cutie

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I've been having writers block with my price and reader stuff so here's this because I'm madly in love with Alex

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You walked into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind you. You dropped your bag on the counter, tired from today. You'd done nothing but work and shop nonstop, your neck tense from pain. You had seen your ex today while out, and they had done their best to ruin your day, and they succeeded. You kicked your shoes off and walked into the living room, seeing Alex propped up against the couch on his iPad. He looked up at you, almost instantly noticing your discomfort and agitation. He moved and motioned you to sit in the spot beside him. 

“What's wrong?” He asked, setting his iPad on the coffee table. You sat on the couch and rubbed your neck. “I've just had a bad day. My neck hurts, work was stressful, and I saw my ex again today. Like they were stalking me while I was out shopping.” Alex looked up at you, concern in his blue eyes. “Is there anything I can do to help? They didn't try anything, did they?” 

You swallowed your nerves from today. You decided to not tell Alex how your ex was tracking you through the store, taking videos and pictures, snickering at you. You didn't want to worry him. “I'm not sure.” You say at last. “My ex didn't do anything.” 

Alex chewed at his lip, thinking. “Come, sit.” He opened his legs. “I'll massage your pain away.” He grabbed gently onto your shoulders and guided you between his legs, you facing the other way. He started to work on your shoulders before going up to your neck. You lean into him, finding comfort in his touch. He hums from your behavior as he keeps going, working out the knots. 

“Alex,” you start, already regretting your decision of opening your mouth. But you couldn't stop now, if you told him to forget it, he'd find a way to manipulate you into telling him your thoughts. “Sometimes I fear I won't find the one for me.” Embarrassment flooded through you. 

“How come?” Alex spoke quietly, stopping the massage and bringing his fingers to your hair, lightly running them through it. His fingers felt nice on you, and you were enjoying his attention despite your heart hammering in your chest. “Nothing ever works out. And now all I see are people being dishonest, disloyal. No one knows how to love anymore.” 

Alex's features darkened a bit from your words. He knew you were right, but some still know how to love. And he knew that because he loves hard. “I think you're right in some aspects.” He mumbled, still playing with your hair. His words encouraged you to keep going. “I want to love and be loved, you know? Be loved the way I love. But I just don't think it will happen.” You subconsciously leaned into him more, not aware of your body's desire for him. Alex’s demeanor softened as you spoke. You didn't know it, but your roommate desperately wanted to love you the way you wanted. He knew he could be the one for you, but he didn't want to take advantage of your vulnerability at the moment. 

“I know it's possible to find someone. I know love exists because you do, and obviously that's what you are. Love is human nature. One without love isn't one at all, you can't exist without love.” He pulled you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you. You didn't seem to take notice, but you started to feel your heartbeat slow down. “Will I ever find someone, Alex?” You question, feeling his arms pull you even closer to him than before. He couldn't help himself anymore. “If nothing else, I'm proof that a good person is out there waiting.

He rested his face in the crook of your neck. He was proof, he wanted you to know that. He was the good person out there waiting. He silently begged you to take the hint. You guys have been roommates for a couple years, so being physical wasn't random for either of you. It was quite common, actually. You did take his hint, but you didn't know for sure. Through your comfort you felt nervousness, a desire to escape from a potential love. The desire to avoid. 

“I get too attached, Alex. I get obsessive sometimes, I probably have a mental issue or two. I'm not the one to wait around for.”

“Those aren't bad things.” Alex countered. “You just love very passionately, and there's nothing wrong with that.” He knew you by heart at this point, after living with you for so long. He knew how to help you and love you. You felt his body twitch as he started thinking to himself. You were vulnerable in this moment, he shouldn't be feeling this way, but it was hard. It felt like a tug at him, and, although he knew he shouldn't, he knew it was wrong, he started to leave gentle kisses on your neck, his words mumbled and spoke into your skin. 

“I'd still love you no matter what, you know?” No matter what. He would never leave you. He would always stay by your side. “There's nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. I care for you no matter what.” You felt his hot breath in your neck. It tickled, but sent a spark of electricity down her spine and it spread across into your area. You thought about pulling away, making him stop. It probably wasn't right, it was wrong. But you needed the attention right now, his attention. You didn't want him to stop. 

“I don't want to be a bad person.” 

You thought about reaching back and touching his hair, but he was quicker. His hands moved down to your sides and started to gently rub on you, continuing to leave gentle kisses on the side of your neck. You felt the tension and pain leave your body, like his touch was drawing it away. “You're not a bad person.” He mumbled between kisses, one of his hands moving up and gently cupping your chin. He pulled away, leaving you feeling empty and confused for a moment before he turned you to face him. He brought you closer to him, to the point where you were on his lap, legs wrapped around each other. You felt the cold metal touch of his prosthetic brush against you. 

“Anyone would be lucky enough to date you.” 

He egged you on. “A queen and a king, right?” Words spoken from an earlier conversation. You nodded, his hand slithering back up to your chin. “I want to be worshiped and treasured. A queen for a king. To be loved, known, considered.” He slid his hand to your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek. “And you will be. Any man who dates you should know how to treat you better than that. I can.” He caressed your face like it was the most treasured thing in his world. You realized you hadn't given him anything, but he had been giving you everything. 

Maybe you did have an attraction towards the man. All the physical contact was probably not this much with regular roommates. You swallowed away any negative feelings you held and opened your mouth, your hand sliding onto his thigh. “I want someone like you, Alex.” Alex shifted his hips, softly pushing you down and a look of surprise crossed his face. He stared at you for a moment, admiring you, and then he chuckled before a smirk formed on his face. “You do?” He asked, his grip on your hips tightening just barely. 

“You know what else I can do for you?” He didn't let you answer. “I'd kiss you on the forehead like this.” He spoke in a soft tone. His face leaned in and he planted a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead as his arms wrapped around your waist. This made a shudder go through your body and you breathed out as he pulled away. He noticed the positive response coming from you, and kept going. “And I'd kiss your nose like this…” As he spoke, he lifted his head a bit and set down a kiss on the tip of your nose. He put his hand on your cheek and looked at you.

“There's more that I would do, sweetheart.” Despite his boldness, he felt like he was about to explode from anxiety and excitement. He pulled you closer so your body was flushed against his. His voice was still soft, but now it held a hint of huskiness. “Do you want me to tell you more?” He pressed the side of his face against yours, speaking breathy in your ear. You nodded, feeling the hair on his face brush against yours. “I would kiss your cheek.” He lifted his head slowly, his lips brushing against your cheek. Your hands traveled up his leg to under his shirt, feeling his body. 

He stopped just as his lips touched the corner of your mouth. You could feel his arousal from under you. After a moment, his lips connected with yours. He moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Your breath hitched, your fingers exploring his body. “Alex, please.” You mumbled, leaning your face into his neck. 

“Please what?” He whispered against your skin, his hands gently pushing you down on him. You let out a quiet gasp and he did it again. You felt heat begin to rise and you grabbed at his shirt, forcing it off his body. 

You dug your nails into his shoulders and started to move against him. He let out a quiet whimper and roughly grabbed you, pinning you down on the couch. He grabbed at your pants and pulled them off, your underwear sliding off with it. He sat up and started to undo the buttons on his pants, his eagerness showing. He started to get breathless, fidgeting with the buttons. When one wouldn't come undone he just ripped it and then took off his pants, throwing it onto the ground. You could see his outline through his boxers. Your eyes traveled around his body, taking in the muscular scene, but when your eyes fell onto his legs, he pushed your head back. 

He leaned on top of you, careful to not put his full weight on you, and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hands feeling every part of your body. You put up your arm between you guys and lightly pushed him up. He looked down at you, stopping everything he was doing. “Slow down, Alex.” You say, talking quietly. It was cute to see how desperate he's been, but he's starting to lose control, like ripping the button off his pants when it wouldn't come undone. He smiled sheepishly with an apology and laid back down on you, burying his face in you. You felt his teeth graze your skin, nipping at you before leaving a hickey. 

His hand traveled up and cupped your breast, squeezing softly. You shifted and started to grind against him. He let out a low growl in response, and you could feel his cock twitch against you. He lifted his head up and looked at you, lowering a hand to grip himself. “Is this okay?” He asked, pressing his leaking tip against your dripping entrance. “Do you want me to keep going?” He didn't move until you vocalized a “yes, Alex.” He pushed himself into you slowly, letting out a groan. He watched you with intent eyes as you began to unravel beneath him. 

Once he was in enough to not need to use his hand, he moved up and put both hands underneath your head, lifting your face into his neck as he moved all the way inside. He was slow at first, pulling out a couple inches and then pushing back in. After a few minutes of that, he stayed almost all the way inside you and was practically grinding into you. The noises that came from both of you danced around the room, blending together and showing off compatibility. You could feel the metal from Alex's prosthetic leg rest against you. 

Alex started to quicken his speed, grabbing a fistful of your hair, sending another rush of pleasure through your body. His arms bracing you as his thrusts started to get sloppier. He was breathing hard, soft grunts escaping his throat, sweat glistening off his body. He let go of you and started to pull out. “Sorry, ‘m gonna-” but something went feral inside you. You locked your legs around Alex's hips and pushed him back in, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back down. “Wait.” He gasped, shuddering against you as he fell back down, his weight almost crushing you. 

His body trembled and jerked as his cock twitched inside of you. The feeling of his orgasm was enough to send you over the edge, heat flooding from your core, you moved against him as you were finishing, clawing at his back. You were breathless, a full grown man's dead weight on you as you finished, body and mind weak. You laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling your heartbeat begin to slow down finally. You touched Alex, your fingers grazing his hair, feeling the softness of it, and to his skin, sweaty and smelling of cologne. “Alex.” You whispered, gently nudging him, but the man didn't answer. Judging from the slow rising and falling of his body, you could tell he fell asleep.