#Alex Claremont-Diaz x male Reader

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Feeling Forever - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: You run away from your feelings for Alex and he comes after you refusing to let you go

Words: 4k

Warnings: Angst; smut; very gay smut; anal fingering; anal sex; lovemaking; arguing; two lovesick men being dumbasses

notes: Didn't mean for it to be this long (ha that's what she said)

Y/N’s POV

I sit in the opulent study of Kensington Palace, my mind consumed by the weight of my responsibilities as the Prince of England. The grandeur of the room, with its antique furniture and shelves lined with leather-bound volumes, offers little solace from the incessant demands of my title. The portrait of my ancestors looms over me, a constant reminder of the legacy I must uphold. 

Outside the window, the London skyline stretches to the horizon, a reminder of the world beyond these palace walls. And in the world, there is Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, the first son of the United States, the man who has captured my heart and challenged every notion of duty and tradition. 

I can’t help but drift back to memories of Alex sleeping soundly beside me, his chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, a soft smile gracing his lips. It was in those moments, the world outside the palace walls temporarily forgotten, that I felt the most at peace. The way his hand would find mine in the darkness, fingers entwining as if we could hold the world at bay together. But then morning would come, and the harsh light of responsibility would pierce the bubble of our intimacy. I'd watch him sleep, torn between the ache in my heart and the duty that called me away. How many times had I quietly slipped out of bed and flown back to England, leaving him behind, knowing that I couldn't afford to choose love over my role in the public eye. Each time felt like a dagger through my heart, a sacrifice I had to make to fulfil my obligations.

The door to the study swings open suddenly, and there he is: Alex. His presence both electrifying and unsettling. He storms into the room, his russet eyes aflame with determination and I can’t help but notice the way the soft, warm glow of the chandelier highlights the fierce lines of his jaw and the fire in his gaze. His presence fills the room with an energy that is impossible to ignore. 

“Y/N,” he speaks, voice each with a mix of urgency and vulnerability, “I- We- We need to talk.” 

I shift from my place at the window, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in his disheveled appearance. His hair, usually perfectly curled, is tousled, and his shirt rumpled as he looks like he hastily put it on. His arrival is unannounced, and I can’t help but wonder how he managed to bypass my security detail. 

As I meet his gaze, I see it there - the raw emotion he’s been struggling to contain. His love, his frustration, his fear - all laid bare for me to see. And it’s in that moment that my internal turmoil intensifies. This love between us, it defies boundaries and expectations. He’s the first son of the United States and I’m one of the Princes of England, our lives bound by duty and protocol. Yet, as he stands before me, I can’t deny the depth of my feelings for him, feelings that have grown stronger with every stolen glance and secret rendezvous. 

"Y/N," he repeats, his voice cracking as he steps closer, desperation etched into every word. "I- Fuck, I am in love with you!" His words practically explode from him, his hands torn between reaching out for me or pulling at his already messy hair. His declaration hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. It has me swallowing that lump in my throat, torn between the love I have for Alex and the responsibilities that weigh upon me as a prince. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on me, threatening to crush the fragile connection we've built. But as I look into his eyes, the fire of his love and the vulnerability in his gaze, I feel my resolve breaking as the tears begin to blur my vision

“Alex,” His name slips from my lips like a broken promise, a choked sob following.  My heart aches, torn between duty and desire, between the world that expects so much from me and the man who has captured my heart. 

In that moment, all the walls I’ve built around my heart crumble. The need to be in his arms, to feel his touch, overwhelms me. I’m stumbling into his arms, my body seeking solace in his embrace. His arms wrapping around me, holding me close, and it feels like coming hime after a long and arduous journey. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally spill over, and I bury my face in the crook of my neck, inhaling his familiar scent. My fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt as if trying to anchor myself in this moment of vulnerability. 

But then, as if driven by an inner conflict, I find myself pulling away from Alex. The room seems to close in on us as I step back, my heart warring with the demands of my role and my love for him. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. A suffocating tension hangs heavy in the air, making every moment without him feel unbearable. 

“Alex, I-“ I begin, but my voice falters, caught between the turmoil within me. I turn away from him, unable to look into his eyes, squeezing my eyes shut as if trying to shut out the pain and confusion that threatens to consume me. In this moment of vulnerability, I’m acutely aware of the void his absence creates within me. The thought of a life without him is like a gaping chasm, and my heart aches at the prospect of losing themas who has become to mean everything to me. 

Alex’s voice, soft and filled with an earnest plea, breaks through the storm of my emotions, “Y/N,” he says, his words a lifeline in the tempest of my thoughts, “we can learn to love each other on our own terms.” 

I want to turn back to him, to take him into my arms and declare that I choose him above all else. But the weight of my duty and consequences of such a choice keeps me routed to the spot. My heart longing for him, but the crown on my head remind me of the sacrifices I must make no matter what. The seconds ticking by, the room heavy with the unspoken truth. And then, as if my own heart can’t bear the silence any longer, I find myself practically screaming at him, my voice filled with anguish and desperation, “I can love you, Alex, but I can’t abandon my family.” 

The words hang in the air, a painful truth that echoes between us, and I can feel the chasm between our desires and reality widening with each passing moment. It’s as if I’ve drawn a line in the sand, a stark reminder of the choices I’m forced to make. I turn to face Alex, expecting to see the pain mirrored in those soft russet eyes. But what I see instead is that fiery determination burning within him. The hurt is there, etched into the lines of his face, but he refuses to back down. 

He crosses the room in two big strides, his eyes locked onto mine, and grabs my right hand. With a tenderness that belies the turmoil of our situation, he presses it firmly against his chest, right over his heart. I can feel the rapid beat of his pulse beneath my palm, a physical manifestation of the love and longing that courses through him. 

“Y/N,” He whispers, his voice raw with emotions, “I’ll fight for you. You’re the only person for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s forever, Y/N, and I won’t let it slip away.” 

His words wash over me like a balm to the wounds of my torn heart. The love in his eyes in unwavering, and in that moment, I see a future where we can navigate the treacherous waters of duty and desire together. 

The decision weighs heavy in my heart, but in this pivotal moment, I make it. I choose love. I choose Alex. 

My hand slips from his chest, and I cup his jaw gently, my thumb brushing over his cheek. I see the hope flicker in his eyes as he realises the choice I’ve made. With a soft and loving smile, he draws me closer, closing the distance between us. Alex softly grips my chin between his thumb and finger, a gesture filled with tenderness and longing. He draws me closer, closing the distance between us, until our breaths mingle, and our lips are mere inches apart. 

As the tension between us thickens and the yearning in our hearts becomes unbreakable, I can’t resist any longer. With a fierce determination and a longing that surpasses all else, I close the remaining gap between our lips. 

In that moment, our mouths meet, and it’s as though time stops. It’s a kiss filled with a sense of urgency, as if we both fear that the other might vanish if we don’t hold onto each other tightly.  As our lips press together, it's a delicate dance, a testament to the fragility of our newfound love. The kiss is tender and tentative, as if we're both afraid that this moment might shatter if we push too hard. I can taste the salt of our tears in the kiss, tears of joy and sorrow intermingling as our hearts finally find the solace they've been yearning for. It's a kiss that speaks of forgiveness and understanding, of the sacrifices we're willing to make for each other.

As our lips gently part, I find myself looking into Alex’s warm eyes, out breaths still mingling. There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze, and he leans in slightly, his voice a whisper as he says those three words once more, “I love you.” His words carrying the weight of his feelings and the depth of his commitment. 

My cheeks flush with a warmth that matches the affection in my heart, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence, I reach up to cup his cheek, my fingers brushing lightly against his skin, “I love you too, Alex.” I reply, my voice filled with a tenderness and sincerity. 

Alex’s eyes shimmer with unspoken emotions as he pulls me into a heartfelt embrace. It’s a hug that speaks volumes, a silent affirmation of my want for him and him alone. Then, he lowers his head, nose bumping against mine, drawing an embarrassing giggle from me before his lips find mine once again, but this time, the kiss is slower and more passionate. As if we’re savouring each moment and sealing our love with every tender touch. 

As our kiss deepens, I feel Alex's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. His touch is both gentle and possessive, his hands finding their place on my hips as if he's determined to keep me close, as if he never wants to let go. My own hands tangle in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging lightly. It's a way to draw him even nearer, to lose myself in the warmth of his embrace. Our bodies press together, every point of contact igniting a fire within me. 

Alex walks me backwards, pressing me against the nearest wall, his large and calloused hands are moving up my sides and my heart is pounding so loud I’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it too. His tongue darts across my bottom lips, hands massaging the skin above the waistband of my boxers, drawing a gasp from me and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. My own meets him in retaliation, tongue grazing mine and drawing a soft sound from my throat. 

I’m tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his bare chest against mine as he unbuttons my pyjama shirt, a warm sound rumbling in his chest as he breaks the kiss to haphazardly yank his shirt over his head. His grin is contagious as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and I fumble with the buttons of his jeans, blushing when his hands bat mine away and undoing the buttons with ease. The embarrassment quickly fades when his jeans fall to his ankles, his boxers barely covering his erection. 

He looks a masterpiece. Standing in front of me, chest heaving with apparent nerves, and on just his boxers with the tip of his dick peeking through the waistband, making my mouth water and my own dick twitch with want. The head leaking pre-cum that has me wanting to fall to my knees right then and there but instead I’m gripping the back of his neck and yanking him into a bruising kiss. Lips colliding, teeth clashing and tongues caressing as his hips roll against mine, drawing a gasp from me that he swallows easily. 

“Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” I gasp out, my voice breathy and needy as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, one hand tangling in his soft curls and pulling, drawing a low sound from his chest in response. I definitely didn’t expect our argument to go like this but the way his lips are moving against my skin and the way his hands are gripping me tells me that neither did he. 

He’s chuckling softly against my skin before nipping at my jaw, “I love you too Baby,” he’s pausing to suck an almost painful hickey, tongue soothing over the pain before he continues, voice a low rasp, “I want to make love to you.” His words send a thrill through me and I’m pulling his face back to mine, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. It’s hungry and desperate, both of us wanting to convey our emotions through it and his hands are wandering again, exploring every bit of skin he can get to as if memorising every curve, dip and scar. I know he can feel my arousal with the way he groans into the dirty, dirty kiss when I press my hips forwards to grind against him. 

Loving the sounds he’s making I’m tugging on his hair again and pressing my hips forwards at the same time to create a delicious friction and a downright filthy sound leaves Alex. He’s suddenly pulling away from me, dragging a gasp from me as he dips his thumbs back into my boxers. He’s pushing them down enough for my head to fall back against the wall at the feel of the fabric grazing my aching erection until they’re gone and I’m standing in front of Alex completely bare for the first time. 

His lips are on my collarbone, sending waves of pleasure as he trails them down south. The warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the gentle pressure of his tongue has me mewling and my hands are finding his hair again while his hands find their way back to the dips of my hips as if they belong there. Before I can process it, Alex is slipping to his knees in front of me, my thighs pressing together in anticipation as his lips move down my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way. His breath hot against my skin and his fingers are now trailing up my chest, massaging my abs as he begins to bite along my v-lines. The feeling is both eritic and almost overstimulating and my hips can’t decide if they want to move towards the feeling or away from it, drawing a very frustrated sound from my throat. 

Alex’s chuckling against my skin before pulling back enough to look up at me with those pretty, pretty eyelashes. His russet eyes never leave mine as he sucks on three fingers, the anticipation of what he’s preparing for makes my dick twitch and his eyes are drawn to the movement, a hungry look overtaking his gaze. 

“You gotta have lube,” He’s grumbling, getting to his feet and I feel a little disappointed as he’s no longer on his knees for me but I’ll take whatever Alex is offering to me. 

“Nightstand.” I’m choking out and he’s grinning at me again, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me flush against him, the fabric of his boxers causing a delicious friction when our dicks rub and he’s bringing his lips close to my ears, “I am going to ruin you Baby Boy.” Before he’s spinning me around and pushing me back so I fall on the bed with a surprised gasp. 

In a quick movement his boxers are gone and I can’t take my eyes away from him. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, watching me and it gives me time to really admire him. His well-defined arms and chest make me melt. The visible muscle tone only for me to see as they’re usually hidden beneath the somewhat baggy tee shirts he wears, shoulders broad as he holds himself with confidence. His tanned and toned chest leading down to those dark curls that lead to what I want. He’s hung, dick curving up to his stomach and leaking precum making my chest heave with want. 

“Alex,” I’m practically whining and it makes his grin grow even bigger and he climbs over me, dick grazing mine teasingly. His eyes flutter a little before he’s drawing me into a sweet kiss, this one slower and leaving me wanting more, the feeling of love almost overwhelming as his lips move against mine. As his lips meld against mine I’m gasping when two cold fingers circles my hole before he’s easing them past the tight ring of muscles. I can’t stop the wince at the stretch of his thick fingers but it quickly mixes with the arousal burning in my gut, especially when he separates them in a scissoring motion, moving in and out at a pace that quickly has me yearning for more His fingertips brushing so close to my prostate that I want to cry out in frustration and by the way he’s smirking against my neck I know he’s doing it on purpose, “Alex! Fuck, I need you. Now!” 

“You sure?” He’s pulling back enough to meet my gaze, thumb caressing my cheek as his fingers slip out and I let out a strangled sound of protest, hips canting up to meet his and drawing a sound from him, “Alright baby, slow down darling.” He chuckles softly, guiding my legs apart until they’re cushioned against his thighs and he’s drawing me into a softer kiss, tip of his nose bumping against mine as he lines himself up. His lips find mine, moving leisurely, thumb caressing my cheek as he replaces his fingers with the head of his dick, already stretching me wide. A heavy gasp is ripped from me when he slowly begins to slide in, eyes squeezing shut as he’s bigger than he could have prepared me for but he’s whispering soothingly in my ear, “Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay baby boy. I’ve got you sweetheart. It’s alright. Deep breaths. Relax baby boy. I’ve got you.”

The initial push draws a gasp from me, fighting every fibre in my body that is screaming at me to tense up as he eases his hips forwards more. His eyes never leave my face, watching my every reaction, pausing when I wince, my nails digging into his shoulders. His forehead presses against mine as he tries to hold on all control as I adjust to his length, gently rocking his hips forwards until he’s buried to the hilt. 

“Oh fuuuckkk,” I’m gasping out, feeling him graze that bundle of nerves, hips jerking slightly as he stills, “Alex, shit…” 

“God, you’re perfect.” Alex is whispering, pulling out until just the tip before pressing all the way back in, dragging a dirty moan from me and his lips are finding my neck again. It feels like I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into my prostate, causing my legs to tighten around his thighs. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his loose waves sticking to his forehead, tanned skin flushing as he makes love to me. I never understood the difference between sex and making love until now with Alex, resting his forehead against mine and our hands tangled together either side of my head as he slowly thrusts, taking his time and drawing out our mutual pleasure. 

The sound of our panted breaths and soft whimpers and whines drowns out the beginning of the morning bustling outside my room and all I can smell is Alex: fresh citrus, fresh sheets and something intoxicatingly Alex. It all adds to the slowly building tightness in my stomach and I’m moving my hips down to meet his, my back arching when he hits that sweet spot that has me seeing stars. 

“A-Alex…” I whine and his teeth graze my chin, adding to the pleasure as every fibre in my body is on fire, that coil tightening almost painfully as he drags against my prostate with every thrust until I’m tensing up and my eyes roll back into my head. His hips begin snapping against mine, face buried in the crook of my neck and hands tightening in mine as I ride out my high, splattering both of our chests with cum. Ropes of it reaching as far as my bottom lip which has Alex moaning. 

“Fuuuucckkkk,” He pants against my neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts a few more times before he’s spilling his seed inside me, teeth sinking into my neck to muffle his moans before he’s collapsing on top of me and I’m untangling one hand from his to bring it to his hair. He hums softly as I begin to card it through his messy curls, “‘M so in love with you.” He admits again, raising to elbows and dark eyes falling to the cum that’s reached my lips. As if acting on instinct his tongue darts across my bottom lip and he swallows, making me clench around him and my dick twitch despite feeling utterly fucked out and spent.

“I’m so in love with you too.” It’s spoken so quietly I’m not sure Alex hears it as he slips out, leaving me empty, and stands up to find us a towel to clean us up but from the grin that breaks out on his face he does. He’s grinning the whole time he’s wiping away the mess on our chests as I’m too spent and tired to move. He goes to wipe away his mess now sliding down my thighs but I stop him, pulling him up to lay next to me. 

“We’ll find a way to make this work,” Alex is murmuring, kissing me softly, “I don’t care what anyone says, I am so in love with you and I will never let you go.” I can’t help but blush as he watches me, admiring me until I have to turn my face away as it’s too much attention. I’m not used to anyone looking at me like that: he’s looking at me like I hung the stars and it steals my breath away. 

He’s pulling the duvet over us, wrapping himself around me like a safety net between me and the uncertain world. His face buried in the back of my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin and his arm sliding under out pillow while the other grips my wrist as if I’ll disappear again in the middle of the night. 

“‘M not going anywhere.” I whisper, scared to speak any louder without breaking this moment of peace and certainty despite the fear that lingers outside these four walls of my room. IN this moment I don’t care. I’ve chosen Alex. 

I’ve chosen Alex. 

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Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male!Reader

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Request: “Okay so since you are doing red white and royal blue can you do an Alex x male reader. He doesn’t have the best family so he’s always working at the florist shop And photography business. Alex being the amazing boyfriend he is starting to notice and just sets up something cute or just wraps him in his arms asking what’s wrong. (Also I don’t know if you remember but I requested that Hamish duke and sad reader request and I don’t think I thank you enough because I still read it sometimes. Long way of saying love your work and what you do)

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In the year and a half since Alex and you had started dating, he’d quickly learned that you tended to hide out at the flower shop you worked at when something was wrong. The bright colors and sweet smelling flowers had always helped lift your spirits in a way that nothing else seemed to, so when he hadn’t heard from you in the past two days, he had a strong suspicion of where he’d find you.

Sure enough, he’s able to spot the back of your head over one of the rows of potted tulips as he makes his way into The Flower Patch. You’re slightly crouched, the sleek black camera in your hands directed at a bundle of roses, lilies, and babies’ breath in a crystal vase, clearly preparing to take another of the photos that decorate the shop’s website and social media.

“Excuse me, sir,” Alex calls out, a smile tugging at his lips as he stops to watch you, “Can you point me toward the love of my life?” He tries (and fails) not to snicker as you jump, startled by your boyfriend’s appearance.

“Not funny,” you say, but Alex can still pick out the slight grin twisting at the corner of your mouth. 

Alex hums, moving to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “A little funny,” he corrects, setting his chin on your shoulder and watching you work. He’d always been amazed at the way you were able to capture a moment with your camera, to frame your subject perfectly in order to freeze time. You were able to capture lighting and highlight textures in a way he’s never seen from other photographers, to make him feel like he could reach through the frame and touch the things you photograph. “Now, are you going to tell me what happened or are we just going to pretend you’re working on your day off just for fun?”

Alex can feel the way you tense against him, shoulders stiffening and knuckles paling as you clutch tighter to your camera. 

“Not sure what you mean,” you say and Alex knows you well enough to know what must’ve happened.

“Right, you were meant to be working today all along, huh?” He knows you weren’t. You always have Wednesdays off- that’s why they’d become date nights. So for you to be working today means that something must’ve happened that made you want to get out of the house and work was the easiest excuse. He knows you well enough to know that you don’t want to think about what must’ve happened if you’re dodging his questions the way you are. “Well, how would you feel about coming over after your shift? My mom and dad are going to be stuck working late, but you and I can take over the theater and have a movie night if you want? I’ve got all your favorite snacks?” Alex can’t help but smile as you relax back into him again, his heart warming at the pleased little sigh that escapes you. “Yeah,” you say, setting your camera aside and turning in his arms to tuck your head against the side of his neck. “Yeah, that sounds good.” As much as Alex hates what you go through with your family, he’s happy to know that you feel safe with him. That your escape had extended past your camera and the beautiful blooms of The Flower Patch to include him.

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Y/N sat in the royal parlor room with Alex, Henry, and Henry's family as Henry's mother cast a glance at their two guests. Her Royal Highness Catherine spoke in a soft voice. "Y/N, Alex? You both must be famished after watching my son in his polo match. Would you fancy something to eat?"

Y/N looked at her Royal Highness and smiled politely. "Thank you, your Highness, but I've already eaten two big foot longs after the polo match."

Upon hearing that, Henry choked on the cup of tea he was currently drinking as Alex tried not to choke on the half eaten biscuit in his mouth. Henry's face was red as he had a small coughing fit as his brother, sister, and grandfather stared at him in annoyance. Once he settled down, the young Prince blushed. "Apologies. It was hot."

"That's quite alright, Henry." His mother said. "Are you sure you're not hungry, Y/N?"

He politely declined. "I'm sure your Royal Highness. They were both big and hard—I mean juicy." He took a sip of his own tea, casting a knowing look at both Henry and Alex and their foot longs.

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Alex Claremont-Diaz

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Alex Diaz x Top male reader (fluff)

💙 There was always a little bit of a free spirit about Alex Claremont-Diaz. Being the first son of the United States, he was accustomed to being followed around by the media. Nevertheless, despite the demands of his job, there was always one person who was able to look past the politics and recognize Alex for the real him. You were that individual.

💙 You were a very good M/N, perceptive and clever, and you had always looked up to Alex from a distance. There was an obvious spark between the two of you when you eventually crossed paths at a book signing. You were drawn to Alex in a way you had never felt before because of his charisma and charm.

💙 As you got to know one another, you saw that Alex was more than just a good-looking person. He was deeply committed to the causes he cared about, and he was kind and compassionate. You couldn't help but be enthralled by his determination and spirit, which made you fall madly in love.

💙 However, as you and Alex became more intimate, the demands of his role posed a threat to your relationship. Every decision you two made was closely watched and evaluated by the public because of the unrelenting scrutiny. Finding time to spend alone together was difficult, and you frequently found yourselves yearning for a peaceful moment apart from the bustle of the outside world.

💙 You grew more and more in love with Alex in spite of the difficulties. You were his pillar of strength, his confidante, and his strongest ally. He was your beacon of light in return, the one who gave you a sense of understanding and recognition unlike anything else.

💙 Knowing that nothing really mattered as long as you had each other, your love served as your anchor as you two overcame every challenge together. Finally, that love—stronger than ever—was what got you through it all.

💙 Although it wasn't a typical love tale, yours with Alex Claremont-Diaz was genuine and true. And while you stood by his side, you were aware that nothing in the world could ever sever the connection you two had.

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DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

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Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

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Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

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Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

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Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

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"You know it's bad enough that there's a possible attempt on my life, but being sardined canned into a closet with you two is punishment enough. Y/N grumbles. His foot is in a mop bucket, and it's still wet from the mop water. "I think I'd rather be shot. Would be less painful than feeling Claremont's elbow in my ribs and your majesty's foul breath down my neck."

"Are you quite finished?” Henry said. "Can you perhaps stop putting all our lives in danger with your incisive tirade?"

"Why do you hate us so much, Y/N?" Alex and Henry turned their heads to squint at him. This close Y/N could see the flecks of blue in Henry's eyes and the soft black curls of Alex's hair.

"You guys really want to go there?"

"Maybe we do."

Y/N tried to un-sandwich himself between the two boys, unsuccessful in his mission as he huffed and looked at both of them. "Olympics 2016." He looks at Henry. "I went to introduce myself and was excited to meet you, but you looked at me like I was the antichrist and told Shana to get rid of me."

He turned to Alex. "2018. Your New year's party. My dad insisted on getting to know you, Nora, and June. So, I went to one of the rooms and when Nora asked if you were going to invite me, you laughed and said 'fuck no! Fuck that cocksucker' and started to laugh."

Alex and Henry looked down. "I didn't realize you'd heard that." Henry said.

"Is that your douchey-prince way of apologizing? Because you sure suck at it."

Henry looks at him and pauses. "I could have been nicer."

"And I can be a big mouth when I'm drunk and you're right. I should have invited you in the first place. I don't think you're a cocksucker." Alex said.

"And you think that makes it okay? Half-assed apologies and everything is fine?" Y/N said.

"I'm sensing there's more to your dislike of us." Henry noted.

Y/N sighed. "It's just… it's not fair. You guys make it look so easy. Everyone loves you and thinks you're sexy and the greatest thing since sliced bread. Me? I feel like I'm always being compared to Prince Henry and First Son Alexander Claremont. I feel like I have to struggle to catch up to you both to prove I'm worth it too. Now can you understand why I'd rather be shot than spend another minute in this janitor closet with you both?"

They're both quiet for a while. "Well, I can't change that, but I can tell you that I was, in fact, a prick that day. Not that it excuses my behavior, but my father passed away fourteen months back and I wanted everyone to suffer like I was suffering. I'm sorry."

"And I'm the son of the first female president. And I'm not white like she is, so I understand the struggle to prove yourself to the world. And it may seem like I have it all figured out, I don't. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Y/N." Alex apologized.

Before Y/N could reply, Alex's bodyguard opened the door. "Threat neutralized. Some kid brought fireworks for his friend."

Alex looks her. "When you say 'neutralize…'"

"It's a good thing he's already in the hospital." She winks at Y/N.

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"So, not that it matters, but remember when you asked me what I thought about Prince Henry and Alex Claremont Diaz?" Y/N looked at his brother, who had his feet propped up on their father's desk in his office.

He gave Y/N a calculated gaze and nods. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, what if I told you that the Prince of Wales was gay as a rainbow and Alex likes dicks and chicks."

His brother blinked and stared at him for a moment before he started to laugh. "I'd say that you were full of shit."

"Well, I'm not. It's true. Henry kissed Alex underneath a linden tree in moonlight and snow. And I got hot watching them kiss, so, I kissed them both too." He blushed and looked at his shoes.

Did this violate his NDA? Was he going to be taken away for spilling the secret sexualities of the first Son and the first Prince? Y/N took a glance at his brother, who, was so shocked. "Y/N, you didn't!"

"I'm sorry. It's not like I meant for it to happen. It just did. Like getting someone pregnant."

"That's not the same thing. "You're so fucked."

"I know. I'm going to crawl in a hole and die."

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"You do realize that the only reason why I'm traveling with you jerkoffs is because Professor Oak hurt himself, right?" Y/N faked smiled as he waved to all the people wishing him and his traveling companions. He was broadening a ship to the Paldea region to explore the Area Zero with the President's son, Alexander Claremont Diaz. And Prince Henry of Wales.

"Yes, well, this isn't my idea of a proper time. I was under the impression that I would be traveling alone." Henry said.

"Too bad you're not, your majesty." Alex said.

"Actually, it's "Your Royal Highness. "Your Majesty" is reserved for the king." Henry said.

"Oh, thank you for the etiquette lesson." Y/N said.

"You both are in desperate need of one." Henry pokes them both in the chest.

"You know what? You smug and entitled little rich—"

"Everything alright here, boys." Zahra asked.

"Just fine, Zahra. Just talking about all the incredible things we'll see in the Area Zero." Alex lied.

"I see. I hope you three behave better than your Pokémon. There's a fight in the training area between Sprigatito, Quaxly, and Fuecoco."

"What?!"

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Freeze Time - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader 

Summary: Late night noodles leads to blowjobs

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: blowjobs; gay; semi-smut; fluff

Notes: I have no idea how noodles led to a blowjob but enjoy

Y/N’s POV

The White House is a far cry from the familiarity and grandeur of Kensington Palace. As I walk in, I’m immediately struck by its simplicity and functionality. The walls are painted a clean, crisp white, and the countertops gleam under the bright overhead lights. The stainless steel appliances stand in stark contrast to the ornate furnishings I’m accustom to at home. The kitchen is spacious, with enough room for a team of chefs to prepare meals for the First Family and their guests. It’s well-organised space, with pots and pans neatly hung on the walls, and a long island in the centre where ingredients are laid out for easy access. It feels more like a professional culinary workspace than a royal palace kitchen. 

I pull out a stool and take a seat at the island, the cool surface beneath my hands a stark reminder that I’m far from the comforts of Kensington. The White House kitchen is an oasis of tranquility compared to the perpetual hustle and bustle of Kensington Palace. Here, in the heart of American power, the quietude is striking. The silence is almost reverent, as if the walls themselves are whispering tales of history and diplomacy. 

Gone are the echoes of footfalls and the distant hum of activity that I’ve grown so accustomed to the corridors of Kensington. In this austere American kitchen, the only sounds that break the silence are the gentle clinking of utensils and the soft sizzle of something cooking on the stove. One lonely cook stays behind, making me some noodles with a soft smile on her face as if she loves her job more than anything else. It’s a stark contrast to the constant movement and chatter that fills the air at home. 

One lonely cook stays behind, her presence a reassuring island in the sea of quietude. She moves with a graceful efficiency, her every action precise and deliberate. Her eyes meet mine, and there's a warmth in her gaze, as if she finds solace in her solitary late-night task. It's as though she loves her job more than anything else, and in that moment, I can't help but admire her dedication. 

With a soft smile, she places a steaming bowl of chicken ramen in front of me. The aroma is intoxicating, the rich scent of broth mingling with the savoury notes of chicken and herbs. The steam curls upwards, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace, dispelling the chill that had settled in my bones. 

I thank her, and she nods before retreating, her footsteps fading into the background as she leaves me alone with the bowl of ramen. As I take the first bite, the flavours explode in my mouth, each ingredient perfectly balanced. The noodles are tender but still have a satisfying bite, and the brother is a symphony of umami, with hints of soy sauce and ginger. It’s a taste of comfort, a reminder of being home and having late night meals with Henry and Bea, and I savour it with every spoonful. 

Just as I’m lost in the delicious embrace of the ramen, I hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching. I turn to see Alex, my heart quickening at the sight of him. His disheveled hair and causal attire are a stark contrast to the polished image he presents to the world. In this quiet, intimate moment, he’s just Alex. 

He smiles as he approaches, his eyes lighting up when he sees the ramen in front of me, ‘Late night noodles, huh?” 

As Alex takes a seat beside me, our shoulders brushing against each other, a warm and tingling sensation spreads through me. It’s as if the simple act of siting next to each other has the poser to chase away any lingering shadows of loneliness or uncertainty. In this moment, the world outside the White House kitchen fades into insignificance, and it’s just the two of us. I watch him with a fondness that never seems to wane, even after all this time. His disheveled hair, slightly tousled from the busy day, only adds to his charm. Gone is the meticulously styles appearance he wears for public events, replaced by a more relaxed and authentic version of Alex. 

He shoots me a mischievous grin as he reaches for a fork and playfully swipes a mouthful of my ramen. His russet eyes meet mine, and there’s a spark of playful flirtation in them, a reminder of the chemistry that has always crackles between us, “Late night noodles are elite.” 

His presence is magnetic, drawing me closer despite the narrow divide between us. I catch a whiff of his familiar scent, a combination of his cologne and the subtle traces of the day’s activities. It’s a scent that’s uniquely his, comforting and inviting. 

As our knees touch under the table, he leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to my ear, “You know, Y/N.” He murmurs, his voice a velvety whisper that sends shivers down my spine, hand large hand falling to my thigh and sending a jolt through me, “I’ve always thought you look especially irresistible when you're enjoying a good bowl of ramen.”

As my cheeks burn with the heat of Alex’s bold statement, his large, warm hand finds its way to my thigh, sending an electrifying jolt through my body. The intimacy of the touch sends my heart racing, and I can’t help but respond to the magnetic pull between us. I turn to him, my breath hitching as I lock eyes with him again. The velvety timbre of his voice still lingers in my ears, and the unspoken desire smoulders in the air. There’s a raw and undeniable chemistry that has always existed between us, and in this moment, it’s impossible to resist. 

With shared intent, we finish the last bites of the ramen, the flavours a backdrop to the escalating tension between us. As the empty bowl is set aside, Alex’s lips find their way to my neck, leaving soft, tentative kisses in their wake. My skin tingles with each gentle press of his lips, and I can feel his warm breath against my sensitive flesh. 

My fingers find their way into his hair, entwining in the soft strands. With a desperate urgently, I yank him closer, my lips seeking his in a kiss that’s fierce and unrelenting. Our mouths crash together, a tumultuous storm of longing and desire. The taste of ramen lingers on our lips as we devour each other, the tension that had simmered between us now ignited into a passionate blaze. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, seeking entrance, and I part my lips eagerly, granting him access. The sensation of his tongue mingling with mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I respond in kind, our mouths locked in a passionate dance that knows no restraint. 

But the, as if overcome by a sudden burst of desire and urgency, Alex pulls away, his eyes  dark and smouldering. He murmurs huskily, his voice laced with longing, “We should take this to the bedroom.” 

His words send a jolt of anticipation through me, and before I can even respond, he grabs my hand with an eagerness that matches my own. Without hesitation, we sprint down the quiet halls of the White House, our footsteps echoing almost too loud in the stillness of the night. Up the stairs we go, each step bringing us closer and closer to his room. The thrill of our urgency intensifies with each step up the grand staircase, my heart racing in tandem with our hurried ascent. The quiet elegance of the White House feels worlds away as we sprint through its hallowed halls, driven by an irresistible need for each other. 

As we reach his bedroom door, Alex doesn’t waste a moment. With a fiery passion that mirrors my own, he shoves me gently against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and dizzy. It’s a kiss that tastes of desire, need, and the years of longing we’ve shared. Our lips move fervently against each other's, a symphony of heat and hunger, and in this stolen moment, I can't help but marvel at the intensity of our connection

With a deft hand, Alex fumbles for the doorknob, his urgency clear as he pushes it open and ushers me inside the bedroom. The soft lamplight casts a warm glow, revealing a room that is very much Alex. Before I can really take in the room Alex’s lips claim mine and he’s guiding me backwards until my thighs hit his bed, and we tumble down together in a tangle of limbs. 

Giggle and gasps escape our lips as we fall onto the soft mattress, the weight of Alex landing on top of me. The bed dips beneath us, and we’re a mess of arms and legs, tangled together in our fervour. The laughter that bubbles up between kisses is infectious, a testament to the joy the fills our hearts in these stolen moments of intimacy. Alex’s hands start their slow descent. With a deliberate slowness that heightens the anticipation, his fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, each revealing a bit more of my skin beneath. 

His lips, still flushed with desire and tasting of the sweet promise of our connection, following the path his hands take. They leave a trail of delicate kisses along my chest, the warmth of his mouth igniting a fire within me. It’s as if each kiss is a silent declaration of his love and longing, a testament to the tenderness we share. 

With a final, lingering kiss at my navel, Alex’s attention shifts lower. His fingers dance skilfully over the button of my jeans, and he slowly, tantalisingly, eases them open. The fabric gives way, revealing the growing desire that has been building beneath. It draws a gasp from me when he traces a line of hot, moist kisses along the exposed skin of my hips, his breath coming in soft pants against my flesh. I raise my hips slightly to aid n their removal, allowing him to slide them down my legs and cast them aside, leaving me in just my boxers before him. 

With a gaze that’s both intense and loving, Alex takes in the sight before him. His russet eyes are almost black as they slide over my body as if I was carved by gods, settling on the bulge in my boxers that is nowhere near going away, especially when he looks at me like that, his hunger palpable. But he doesn’t rush. Instead, he savours the moment, the intimacy. 

His lips, warm and moist, continue their journey upward, tracing a path of kisses up my inner thighs. Each touch is a delicate caress, a testament to the desire that courses through our veins. The sensation of his breath against my flesh sends a thrill of excitement through me, and I arch my back, offering myself to him without reservation. That’s all it takes for him to practically rip my boxers down my legs and throwing them aside. I raise myself to my elbows to watch him, watching the way his face as he stares my throbbing erection, pressed against my stomach. Lust glimmers in his eyes, the intensity of his desire reflected in their depth. His love for me is evident in the tenderness of his touch, and there’s an unspoken promise that goes beyond physical. 

But I also see something else in his eyes, a hint of fear and nervousness that tugs at my heart. It’s as if he’s baring not just his body but his soul, and the vulnerability of the moment weighs heavily on him. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his anticipation, eyes flickering up to meet mine. 

“You don’t have-“ I can’t even finish the sentence, my breath gets stuck in my throat as he licks a bold stripe up the underside of my dick. His large hands are gripping my hips, rubbing soothing circles into the skin before he kisses the head and I think I die a little. My hands find comfort in his hair, tangling in those dark locks as he goes at his own pace, lips feeling heavenly. He closes his lips around the head, dragging his tongue excessively over the tip, where pre-cum has been dribbling across my lower stomach, drawing an embarrassing sound from my throat. He doesn’t move, just keeps his lips there and I want to push him down but this is… I don’t want to rush Alex. 

“A-Alex please,” I’m whining and the fucker pulls his lips away, looking up at me through those pretty eyelashes, lips parted in a teasing grin, “Stop teasing me.” I’m growling out, gripping his hair almost painfully tight and his eyes flutter for a moment as a sound rumbles in his chest. He meets my gaze and lets his mouth drop open, eyes daring me to do my worst and I think I may have just come then and there. I pull him down the same time I raise my hips, head flying back against the pillows when his throat constricts around me and he lets out a choked sound. 

That’s all he needs to take control, hands finding my hips and gripping hard enough to promise bruises in the morning as he finds a steady rhythm and I loosen my grip on his hair, letting him set the pace. That pit in my stomach starting to tighten and my hips jerk as much as his hands allow, his tongue doing dirty dirty things, making my thighs tighten around his shoulders. 

“A-Alex-“ I tug on his hair in warning and instead of pulling off he loosens his throat and fuck, that’s all it takes. I’m spurting white hot ropes down his throat, his name dying in my throat as my hips jerk and my thighs shake. He stays there, mouth open, lips flush and looking up at me with the most innocent eyes as if he isn’t currently blowing one of the Princes of England. 

I finally let his hair go, letting him pull away and expecting him to go spit in the toilet but instead he’s swallowing and licking his lips, a knowing grin on his face. 

“We should have done that much sooner.” He’s murmuring, chest heaving a little and all I can do is stare at him, brain fogged with everything Alex. The way he’s leaning over me, fingers brushing over my cheek gently and a look in his eyes that I always want to see. It's not quite love in its full bloom, but it's on its way there, and I want nothing more than to stay in this moment forever. 

“Can we just freeze time?” I whispers he words escaping before I can even think, fingers playing with the soft tufts of hair at the base of his scalp. 

Alex’s smile in response is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. It’s a smile that makes my heart swell with warmth and happiness, a smile that reassures me that we’re exactly where we’re meant to be. And then, without a word, his lips find mine in a kiss that speaks of everything we are and everything we’re becoming, a kiss that leaves me breathless and yearning for more. 

Tears spring to my eyes as our lips part, the intensity of the kiss leaving me emotionally overwhelmed. Alex, ever attuned to my feelings, brushes one the tears away with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring. His voice is a soft murmur against my ear as he whispers, “Sure, we can freeze time for a while.” 

It’s a promise and it soothes the storm of emotions raging within me. With a tenderness that speaks of his devotion to me, he shifts to lays beside me, our bodies pressed close. His forehead meets my cheek, a gesture of affection that feels like a warm embrace and he’s pulling the duvet over us, “We’ll freeze time for as long as you like.”

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Piano Lessons - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: Alex gets turned on by your piano skills

Words 1.7K

Warnings: Smut; gay smut; rimming; cockwarming; anal sex; idk what this is anymore

Notes: I promise I'll write some fluff for Alex and Henry next !

Y/N’s POV 

As I sit at the grand piano in Kensington Palace, my fingers gracefully glide across the ivory keys, coaxing a melodic symphony from the instrument. The rich, resonant notes fill the room, dancing in the air like fireflies on a warm summer night. The piano is set against a backdrop of regal red, pristine white and the deep blue hues that embody the spirit of the monarchy past. It’s a symbol of tradition and history, much like my family itself. 

Today, the atmosphere in the room is different, and it’s all because of Alex Claremont-Diaz, the charismatic and intelligent man I’m fortunate enough to call my boyfriend. He’s visiting me here at Kensington Palace, and his presence has added a touch of vibrancy and excitement to the usually stated surroundings. As my fingers continue to play, I can’t help but steal a glance at Alex. He’s seated on a luxurious, plush chair nearby, his russet eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. His admiration and affection are palpable, even from across the room. 

The strains of the piano’s music seem to weave a story of their own, a story of love, passion, and the unbreakable bond between two individuals who have defied the odds. Alex and I come from different worlds, but our connection is undeniable. He’s the love of my life, the one who has shattered all expectations and brought colour into my world of duty and responsibility. 

I finish the piece with a flourish, letting the final notes linger in the air for a moment before they fade away. Alex rises gracefully from his seat, his eyes never leaving mine, and his smile could light up the darkest of rooms. He approaches me with that same confident stride that has always captivated me. The way he moves, with an air of self-assuredness, is a testament to the strength of his character and the love that binds us together. 

He doesn't stop in front of me; instead, he reaches out and gently takes my hand, drawing me to my feet. Our eyes lock, and it's as if the world around us disappears, leaving just the two of us in this intimate moment. He moves around to stand behind me, settling on the piano stool. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he’s wrapping his muscular arms around my waist and pulling me back onto his lap. It draws a surprised gasp from me as there’s something poking me in the ass and fuck, I know exactly what he’s doing. 

I don’t protest, letting myself melt into his embrace, my head falling back against his shoulder, relishing in the comforting and exhilarating feeling of his arms around me. The warmth of his body against mine is a soothing balm to my soul, reminding me that I’m not alone in this world of duty and responsibility. A soft sound escapes my throat when Alex presses a loving kiss to the back of my neck, each one sending shivers down my spine. 

His hands slip from my waist down to the button of my jeans, a gentle kiss pressed to my jawline and I’m fighting against it as Shaan is just outside the door and could walk in any moment. But, Alex’s hand is driving me crazy, palming me through my tight jeans, knowing exactly how to turn me on. 

“Baby boy,” Alex’s voice is low and resonant, exuding want and love, and it’s breaking down the last of my reservations about what he’s asking, “Need you baby.” 

I rock my hips back once, drawing a deep rumble from Alex’s chest, and it’s all he needs to pop the button on my jeans and tugging lightly. I lift my hips for him, letting him draw my jeans and boxers down far enough to expose me to him. Instead of freeing himself from the confines of his jeans like I expected he’s gripping my hips and pushing me to my feet, pressing a large hand to the base of my spine and bending me over the piano. His hands spread my ass, kneeling the flesh between those fantasy inducing hands and before I can process what’s happening I’m yelping in surprise. 

At the first lick I almost faceplant the top of the piano, never expecting so many nerve-endings where Alex is currently ravishing me. Alex supports my weight, bringing me back against his mouth, and it draws an embarrassing sound from me, a high pitched whine that gets caught in my throat. My knuckles are turning white with how hard I’m gripping the edges of the piano, trying to spread my legs even further to give him more room. Alex wastes no time, tongue flicking and licking broad stripes against my hole, moving every so often to nip at the plump skin. It’s erotic, more than I could have imagined. The two of us with Alex’s lean but muscular body holding me up as he devours me, my dick twitching as he eats me out like I’m his last meal. His hands are massaging my thighs, oh so close to my aching dick, dripping precum onto the keys of the piano, making me arch my back to try and get the warmth closer to my dick. It doesn’t work but instead gives Alex more space and before I can react his tongue is inside me and I’m crying out before slamming my head against the top of the piano trying to muffle my cries. 

“A-Alex please.” My voice comes out broken and hoarse, causing Alex to grin against my skin, “Alex. I need you.” I’m almost crying, feeling embarrassed about begging but I need to feel him inside me properly. 

It’s all it takes it seems. Alex is pulling away, giving me time to steady my breathing while I hear the zipper on his jeans and then, with gentle hands I’m being guided backwards. I’m so glad for Alex’s grip on my hips as my knees are shaking like crazy but that’s soon forgotten when the head of his dick pushes its way past my now relaxed opening. I’m gripping his wrists, taking a deep breath as the stretch still burns but not as much as before, Alex’s spit acting as lube and I can slide further down quicker than before. 

I go to raise my hips again as soon as I’m settled on his lip, the button of his jeans digging into the back of my thigh but his hands still gripping my hips stop me and he’s leaning forwards, warm breath ghosting my ear, “Play.” 

“W-what?” I choke out. 

“Play me something.” His voice is tight and his hips betray him when they thrust up ever so slightly, drawing a sound from both of us but he reiterates his point, “Play for me.” 

I take a deep breath, attempting to focus on playing another piece despite the situation, knowing I’m getting nothing from Alex otherwise. I place my fingers on the keys, trying to muster the concentration needed to produce a coherent melody. But as I begin to play, Alex’s hands find my thighs, massaging them and his lips are coasting teasingly along my neck. His proximity is both a blessing and a challenge, as his hips jerk up again, teasing himself as well as me. 

With each note I strike, I can sense Alex’s playful energy intensifying. He digs his nails into my inner thighs, drawing a sharp sound from me and an off key as my hands jerk. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s clear he intends to draw this teasing out as long as he can. His fingers trace light patterns on my hips, sending delightful shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet, teasing words in my ear, his voice laced with affection and a hint seduction. It’s incredibly difficult to maintain my composure and focus on the music when he’s gently circling my hips in his lap. 

The piece could not end quicker for both of us because as soon as I’ve played my last note Alex’s regains that firm grip on my hips and lifts me until just the head of his dick is indie me before he slams me down, a loud cry of pain and pleasure escaping me. I’m a whimpering mess already, Alex moving a hand to wrap around my aching dick, moving his hand in time with his almost brutal thrusts. I can feel my muscles tightening and thighs shaking as I reach that precipice, but Alex, my sweet, frustrating Alex. He pulls me down so he’s fully sheafed inside me and circles his hips, just missing my prostate and leaving me almost begging for that sweet release. 

“Now now baby,” Alex nips at the back of my neck, “Wait for me.” With that he thrusts as deep as he can, circling his hips every few thrusts until I’m almost crying again, my thighs clenching and stomach rolling over with effort of trying to stave off that sweet release. I’m mumbling stuff, unsure if it’s actual words or gibberish but Alex knows exactly as he reaches around to take my dick in his hand one last time. He doesn’t jerk me off but runs his thumb over the slit that’s leaking precum and before I can stop myself I’m cumming. My body lurches forwards and my whole body shudders with pleasure as ropes of my seed hit the piano and I should be embarrassed but all I can think about is Alex holding me tightly, breath hot against the back of my neck as he pumps me full. His hips jerk a few times more before he’s sinking into the stool, holding me against his chest as we try and catch our breaths. 

“Do you think anyone heard us?” I mumble, throat raw and voice cracking. 

Alex chuckles into the crook of his neck before a muffled reply comes from him, “I think everyone heard.” 

“Oh god.” I’m burying my face in my hands, cheeks heating up and not wanting to ever leave this room again. 

“Come on darling, let’s get ourselves sorted out.” He’s easing me off of him, both of us wincing in oversensitivity and I sort myself out the best I can, feeling his seed already leaking down my legs and knowing I need a nice, hot bath now. 

Alex takes my hand and leads me out of the room, past a very red faced Shaan who won’t look our way. He leads me down the hall, towards my room but before we get there we hear a shriek from Philip: 

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO MY PIANO!!!??”

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"Why do I have to go to England? It wasn't even my fault. It was Alex Claremont-Diaz and Prince Henry's fault, I don't why I'm being punished." Y/N whined as his mother and his mother's publicist gave him narrowed looks.

"Y/N, you embarrassed me at the royal wedding. And the three of you destroyed and ruined a $75,000 wedding cake." His mother said.

Y/N rolled his eyes. "I was doing everyone at that wedding a favor. The cake was dry as hell and the buttercream frosting tasted like shi—"

"—No more arguing mister. You're going to England for the weekend and you will make nice with those boys."

"I'd rather slam my tongue in a car door."

"Y/N..." His mother warned.

"Ugh! Fine! I'll do it. But I won't be having any fun."

[soulofapatrick]

Kiss and Tell - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: You and Alex accidentally out your relationship at an international jumping competition

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: heavy make out; being outed

Notes: How are his eyelashes so pretty?! I mean how is he so pretty altogether! And Nick too!

Y/N’s POV

As the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the sprawling English countryside, I can feel the familiar excitement coursing through my veins. It’s the day of the international equestrian jump competition, where I’ll proudly represent the royal family. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth and the fluttering of the Union Jack flags in the breeze create a thrilling atmosphere. 

Dressed in my crisp riding attire, I lead my stallion, Indiana Jones, towards the starting point. The adrenaline pumps through me as we approach course of jumps, each one more challenging than the last. 

As I focus on the course ahead, I can’t help but glance at the crowd. Amongst the sea of spectators, I spot familiar faces of my fellow competitors, all dressed in their nation’s colours. But there’s one face that stands out, a face that instantly captures my attention. There, sitting in the VIP section with Henry and Bea, is Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the United States. He’s a vision in his perfect tailored suit, his dark hair is impeccably styled, and his eyes sparkle with excitement as he watches the competition unfold. 

For a moment, the world around me fades away as our eyes lock.The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, and I’m momentarily mesmerised by his presence. It’s as if time stands still as I watch hi, his enthusiasm for the sport and the event itself evident in every expression, despite him not knowing anything about it at all. 

As Indiana and I approach the first jump, I can feel Alex’s support from the sidelines, a silent but powerful encouragement that pushes me to do my best. With a deep breath, I guide Indiana over the first hurdle, feeling the rush of exhilaration as we soar through the air. The competition continues and I can’t help but steal glances at Alex, sitting in the royal box with Henry, Bea and June. His presence is a source of motivation, and with each jump I clear, I’m not just competeing for myself and my country but also to impress him. 

The jumps come and go, each one presenting its own unique challenge, but Indiana and I handle them with grace and precision. The crowd cheers bled into a distant hum as I focus on the task at hand. It’s a demanding course, but the thrill of the competition pushes me forwards, having always felt freer on a horse than anywhere else in the royal palaces. 

Finally, as the last jump is cleared, and I cross the finish line to the thunderous applause of the crowd, a sense of triumph washes over me. I’ve given it my all, and it’s a moment I’ll cherish forever.  But, my heart drops when I don’t see Alex in the crowd anymore. 

As I ride Indiana out of the arena, a mix of emotions well up inside me. Disappointment tinges my victory as I wonder if I missed my chance to share this moment with him. However, just when I least expect it, I spot Alex leaning against the horse box, a dreamy smile on his face. My heart leaps with joy as I rein Indiana to a halt. 

With a gentle pat on Indiana’s neck to reassure her, I prepare to dismount, but before I can swing my leg over her back, Alex steps forwards. “Let me help you down.” He offers, voice soft and inviting. My heart pounds in my chest but nod, my heart races as he approaches. Alex’s large, capable hands find their way to my hips, and with a graceful movement, he lifts me down from the saddle. His touch is firm yet gentle, and I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against my back. 

Once I’m securely on the ground, I turn to face him, our proximity now closer than ever. His dreamy smile has transformed into something more intense, a longing that mirrors the desire in my own eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and begin to loosen the girth on Indiana’s saddle, the leather creaking softly under my touch. Alex watches me with a quiet intensity, his presence a magnetic force that draws us closer together. 

“You look so good in those.” He squeezes my hip, breath hot against my neck and way too close for anything innocent to be assumed. 

Suddenly, the click and flash of cameras intrude upon our private moment. The paparazzi have found me, eager to capture me post competition and even more so now that Alex is standing so close to me that there is no plausible explanation other than intimate. Alex’s hands leave my hips, and we both step away, allowing the stable boy to approach and take Indiana from me to cool him down and getting him untacked. 

With a glance exchanged between us, Alex and I wordlessly agree to disappear from the prying lenses of the paparazzi. He looks behind his shoulder before offering me his arm with a grin, I do the same, glancing back at the paparazzi who are mostly obscured before I loop my arm with his, letting him lead me away. 

We navigate through the bustling crowds, our steps quick and determined. The intensity of the situation electrifies the air around us. The desire for privacy and the magnetic pull between is intensifies with each step we take, both of us needing something more than just our arms locked. 

Soon enough, we find a small, windowless room tucked away from he public eye. Without hesitation, Alex tugs me inside, and with a swift motion, he slams the door behind us. I can feel the thud resonate through the wooden door as he presses me against it, his body covering mine and my hands pinned above my head. The sudden closeness between us sends a rush of heat through my veins. Our hearts been in unison, and our breaths come fast and shallow. 

With a burning desire that mirrors my own, Alex draws me up into a passionate kiss. His lips meld with mine in a fervent embrace, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. The taste of him is intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and longing that leaves me breathless. With equal passion, I respond, our mouths locked in a dance of insatiable hunger. 

Having Alex here with me after three long months apart is a sensation like no other. It’s as though the world falls away, leaving just the two of us to revel in this long-awaited reunion. His presence making me feel alive, desired, and utterly cherished. 

Alex’s hands, strong and possessive, roam my body with an almost desperate need. They trace the lines of my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My own hands are equally eager, clutching at his shoulders, fingers running through his fluffy hair as I pull him closer, craving more of his touch. Everything makes the room seem to spin around us, a blur of passion and desire as we lose ourselves in each other. Our kisses deepen, becoming a tumultuous symphony of need and longing. The heat between us is almost unbearable, and every touch, every caress, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. 

A strangled sound leaving my throat to me swallowed by Alex when his nimble fingers find the buttons of my jodhpurs, a wicked smile spreads across his lips into the kiss, and I can feel the way he revels in the effects he has on me. His touch is almost maddening slow, each button undone with deliberate intent, driving me to the brink of desire. My body responding eagerly, and I lose myself in the sensations, a man slipping past my lips. 

As he gets to the last button, we hear my name being called over the speakers, announcing first, second and third places. Panic courses through me, and we break the kiss with a gasp, sharing a frantic look, realising how screwed we are. In a rush, we disentangle ourselves, and hastily start buttoning up my jodhpurs, our clothes in disarray, and our appearances very obviously post-make-out messy. With no time to fix ourselves, we hurried make our way out of the small room. 

The flashes are blinding as soon as we step out, the press obviously having seen us go in somehow. We have no way of hiding the evidence of what’s just happened: our hairs are tousled; lips kiss-swollen and our shirts untucked and crumpled. There’s no denying what just transpired in that private room, and the paparazzi have captured it all. I can already hear the headlines tomorrow: ‘FSOTUS and Prince Y/N - Closet Lovers?’ Or some bullshit like that. My family are going to kill me but honestly? I don’t care because now I hold Alex in public. 

I don’t have time to really think about it all as my security details find us and are rushing us through the crowds but one thing I do know for certain is that I'm not going to hide anymore. I don’t care what grandpa has to say or what Philip thinks. I love Alex Claremont-Diaz. 

As I come to a sudden stop, Alex bumping into my back, hands instinctively flying to my hips to steady himself. That small, wordless gesture of support is all the confidence I need. I spin around, ignoring his questioning look, and without hesitation, I grab his face and draw him down into a searing kiss. The world around us seeming to pause for a moment as our lips meet in a passionate embrace. The paparazzi’s flashing cameras capture the intensity of the kiss, and a murmur of surprise and excitement tipples through the crowds. For a brief moment, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the world, our love and desire on full display. 

When the kiss finally breaks, Alex is grinning down at me, chocolate eyes sparkling with unspoken affection. He draws me into another kiss, but this one is softer, filled with tenderness and a promise of a future where we don’t have to hide. Our lips meeting in a sweet embrace, the softness of his kiss feels like a whispered promise that he’ll stand by my side no matter what happens. 

Alex is pulling away too quickly for my liking, his gaze locking with mine, and in a hushed voice, he murmurs, “I love you.” 

Hearing those words from his sends a rush of emotions trough me. It’s a declaration that makes my heart soar, a confirmation of the love that has bound us together despite the odds. I look into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, and I can’t help but smile. 

“I love you too.” I reply, my voice filled with so much warmth and affection that it cracks a little. 

“Good, now go get your rosette, Baby. You deserve it.” 

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