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indeediagree · 1 year ago
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Hes so babygirl
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captainwans · 7 months ago
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SUCK IT AND SEE.
— ALEX TURNER
pairing: fwn!alex turner x fem!reader
summary: two people are stuck in an elevator. one can’t stand the other, and the other has a panic attack. talk about the perfect time to spill their feelings, right?
warning: vulgar language, mention of panic attack, neurotic reader, angst to fluff.
word count: 1,5k | ( picture not mine! )
note: the idea was from a prompt that i found on pinterest!
masterlist!
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… ALEX FELT THE ELEVATOR SHAKE, making him tightly clutch on the metal pole with a deep grimace as the felt the elevator come to a sudden stop. He loudly cursed and brought his hand to push numerous of buttons on the panel. When that didn’t work he groaned and looked at the one person he loathed the most. “Great, now we’re stuck, thanks to you.”
[Y/N] whirled her head toward him, eyes wide. “What the fuck did I do? You were the one who assaulted the buttons.” She snapped back as she stood across from him. She felt her heart palpitate, the tight space making her breath hitch, which went unnoticed by the latter, who was too busy abusing the control help button.
Alex scoffed, his scowl deepening when the buttons didn’t work. He slammed his palm on the panel as small curses emitted from his lips. “If you keep doing that, we’re never going out.” He heard her spat, making him roll his eyes.
“Oh, please. Is there somewhere else you’re supposed to be?” He sneered, turning his head to look at her glaring daggers at him.
“Yes, anywhere away from you.” She chided, chest heaving as her stammering heart made her nausea worse. She hugged herself, avoiding eye contact and looked at the glass, watching the people below them. Her eyes darted across the mass trying to look for Jamie and Katie.
“Feeling’s mutual.” A pulse roared in her throat, making her turn her body away from him to prevent him from seeing her panicked state. Her skin prickled with a cold sweat as goosebumps formed into her skin making her close her eyes.
Alex was too caught up into his own frustration that he didn’t notice [Y/N] slowly crumble, being too occupied with the control panel as he held the help button for a few seconds. He cursed once again, his eyes leaving the panel before looking the glass and looking for any signs of their friends through the glass.
“Did you see them down there?” He asked her, eyes averting away from the people below them toward her. He narrowed his eyes at her back facing him and titled his head to the side.
She clutched her chest, fingers trembling as her voice got caught into her throat. She could only shake her head, a strangled whisper etching into her throat. Blood was rushing through her ears, feeling her heartbeat echoing inside her ears. She cleared her throat and blinked, “No.”
Alex’s face faltered, his expression turning soft. He sauntered toward her, his hand touching her shoulder. “[Y/N]?” He gently called, worry starting to prickle his chest.
She let out a strangled gasp, turning her body toward him. Tears welled inside her eyes, which she rapidly blinked and looked at him with a panicked look. “Is now a bad time to tell you that I’m claustrophobic?”
Alex’s eyes went wide, watching her knees buckling beneath her. He became frozen, not knowing what to do as he watched her skin lost all color. The young man watched her, once a bold and confident girl, was now vulnerable and fragile—like if he touched her she would break.
[Y/N]’s stifled gasps and shallow breaths turned into sobs, shoulders violently shaking as she broke down her walls. She found herself trapped into a corner, her arms tightly wrapped around herself not noticing Alex sitting crossed legged in front of her with a concerned expression.
     Each breath was a struggle for her, as if the panic had settled permanently in her lungs, squeezing the life out of her. Her hands slapped her chest vigorously, as though trying to stop her heart from escaping. She let out a whimper, burying her face with her hands.
     “I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die.” [Y/N] kept repeating, rocking herself back and forth.
“You’re not gonna die, love. Not under my watch.” Alex reassured, his tone getting softer as he brought his hands to her hands covering her face. He almost flinched at her cold hands as he brought them to his lap to warm her hands.
She felt his warm calloused hands rubbing her icy cold ones, making her hiccup as she looked at him. Her wide doe-eyes stared into his, causing a tremor of emotions sear through her.
[Y/N] bit her lip until it bleed, tasting the metallic crimson smearing with her lip gloss. She quickly turned away from him, her chest heaving and closed her eyes as she felt another wave of panic hit her.
She felt his hand rest on her cheek, turning her head to look at him. She still had her eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to look at his face. Some of her breathing regained back to normal, and she didn’t want to admit that Alex’s closure was the reason, not even to herself. She was still shaky and she felt his thumb run across her lip, making her open her eyes.
Alex wiped away the blood from her lip, his hand drifting to hold the side of her neck. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re gonna get out of here.” He promised her, using his other hand to brush away some hair from her damp forehead.
[Y/N]’s chin trembled like a child, his change of demeanor toward her making her feel conflicted. Tears slid down her glistening face and she sniffled with a nod, eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him. “Why do you hate me so much?” She managed to croaked out, sending a crack inside his heart at her question.
A tug at his heartstrings made him let out a breath he didn’t know was holding. He opened his mouth, but closed it, not knowing what to say. His chest prickled and he shook his head, eyes tinted with guilt. “I could never hate you, doll.”
[Y/N] felt his thumb removing some of her tears, his hand lingering longer on her cheek. She frowned, opening her mouth but he beat her to it, leaving her dumbfounded as she watched him say the words.
Alex felt blood rush through his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish look. “Guess it’s my way of showing you that I like you.” He admitted, pressing his lips together as he watched her in anticipation.
She became speechless, like a deer was being stuck in headlights as she process what was coming out from his mouth. She could only stare at him, breathing normally as her thoughts spiraled and ran a thousand miles per hour. I like you, kept repeating inside her head like a mantra.
Alex cursed, cringing internally and he cleared his throat. “Look, we can pretend that I never confessed if you—“ he stumbled over his words and she interrupted him with a downwards pout.
“What?! You can’t just take back your confession like that!” She interjected, eyes bulging from its sockets as she brought both of her hands on his shoulders.
Alex blinked, looking at her with a flustered look. “I—uh…you—“ he was interrupted again and heat washed over his face. “That’s such a coward move, Al. Especially when I feel the same way toward you.”
The pair looked at each other, both bewildered over the situation and their feelings as they processed the new information about them. A smile curved on Alex’s face, making her mirror his simper as they both burst out with laughter.
Soft giggles emitted from her lips, her shoulders shaking as she inched closer to rest her head against his chest. He felt his hands rubbing her back comfortably, his deep chuckles filling inside her ear drums.
Soon their laughter ceased as a comfortable silence erupted around the tight space. [Y/N] was still in his arms, feeling his hands rubbing circles around her skin as she listened to his heartbeat, making her forget that they were stuck in an elevator.
The sound of banging on the elevator door made the pair snap their head toward the metal door, Alex’s grip on her tightening. “[Y/N]? Alex, are you okay in there?” They heard Jamie’s muffled voice through the door and the pair sighed in relief.
“Yeah, we’re fine, mate!” He yelled, his grip on her loosening. He stood up from his feet and walked toward the door.
The door made a noise, making [Y/N] grimace as she covered her ears. She watched Alex stepping away from the door, the metal door slowly opening.
The door opened, revealing Jamie and a few security guards holding the door. Alex’s bandmate stepped forward, eyes worried as he looked back and forth between the pair. “Thank god, I thought you guys killed each other.” He breathed, making Alex roll his eyes.
Alex walked toward her, bringing his hands out to hoist her up to her feet. She grabbed both of his hands as she stood up, hands intertwined and walking out of the elevator.
Jamie paused, looking at the pair through his sunglasses. He took off his glasses and gave them a look. “Am I hallucinating, or are you guys holding hands?” He asked, eyes narrowed and walking beside Alex.
Alex pushed him out of the way, earning a loud cackle from the latter. “I can’t believe my eyes. Katie, come and see this! They’re holding hands.” He yelled out to his girlfriend making the pair give him a look.
“Shut up, Jamie!”
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littlemissthunderstorms · 1 year ago
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paris mornings
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the car alex turner x reader
synopsis- morning sex with alex in a paris hotel room whilst on tour. no idea why specifically paris, just sounds delightful
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you squinted when you woke up, for sunlight had trickled through the sheer lace curtains, blinding your groggy eyes.
you closed your eyes again to bask in the feel of the morning sun, how its warmth danced across your skin ever so sweetly, the pearly light shimmering across your ruffled hair. rubbing your watery eyes, you turned over on your side to find alex sat up against the headboard next to you, his reading glasses perched upon his nose as he held a book in his hand. he looked adorable, strands of hair falling over his forehead while the back stuck out in different directions. rather than reading the book, he was looking at you.
“how long have you been watching me for?” you chuckled. the man shrugged. “ever since this book got boring.”
“and how long ago was that?”
“15 minutes or so.”
you rolled your eyes. he grinned, his caramel gaze shimmering with adoration as he pulled you in, pressing sweet kisses along your forehead and temple. “can’t help myself, you look so gorgeous in your sleep.” he put his book down, placing it on the nightstand along with his glasses.
his voice held a delicious morning rasp, accent ever so soothing as he cooed in your ear. you smiled, wrapping your arms around his head while he kissed your neck, leaving a sweet little bite every now and then.
he brought a hand up, warm palm massaging your breast through your thin t-shirt. you gasped a bit, caught off guard. he then rolled you over so he was now under you, his lips still attached to your neck, adorning you in marks.
you fisted his messy hair for balance, face practically falling into the pillow. he shuffled so his head lay on the pillow, grabbing your sides to pull you down, face to face with him. “christ.. good morning to you too.” you giggled.
smiling up at you, he cradled your face, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with the other hand. “sweet girl, you look so pretty…” his nose nudged into your cheek as he pulled you in for another kiss. he held your face, trailing his mouth over the corners of your lips. you blushed as he fully pressed the side of his face against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheek. he kissed your face where he could reach, his hand entangled in the mess of your hair.
once pulling away, he gazed at you for a bit, heartbeat thumping under yours as his curious hands traveling down your torso and under your shirt, palms warm against your skin. they traveled down your waist, tracing every curve as he maintained eye contact, noses pressed together.
alex hummed a bit when his fingertips found the hem of your underwear, his smirk ever so present as he traced the tiny powder pink bow that adorned the top, thumbs hooking into the sides of the fabric.
you buried your face into his neck as he pulled your panties off, discarding them onto the floor. the sensation of your bare cunt rubbing up against his boxers made you gasp, arousal dripping down your folds. a rather loud whimper escaped your lips when alex teasingly ran a finger through your folds, stroking your clit in tantalizingly slow circles.
he groaned in delight, bringing his gaze to yours as he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking and licking it clean. your lips parted as you watched him, nails digging into his chest. god, you wanted him so bad. the man smirked, bringing his fingers down to rub your clit once more.
“ah, fuck.” you squeezed your eyes shut, face falling onto his chest as you arched your hips up. he held your waist up with one hand, the other finger fucking you ever so slowly. you were a whimpering mess already, drool sticking to his shirt. “that’s a girl, atta girl,” he rasped over and over, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls gripping his fingers.
“such a good fucking girl yeah? just woke up and you’re taking my fingers so well hm?” you moaned and nodded, practically riding his fingers now with the way your hips met him on every thrust.
just as that warm, sweet pressure started to rise in your abdomen, he completely stopped, earning a desperate cry from you as he pulled his fingers out. stopping your complaining, he shoved his two damp fingers into your mouth, leaving you drooling all over them and onto his stomach from where his shirt rode up. “fucking hell,” he groaned, watching how you sucked and licked your own arousal off his fingers.
“you wanna sit on my face baby?” he kneaded your waist eagerly, wisps of hair falling over his lust blown eyes as he gazed up at you. the abruptness of his question caught you off guard but nevertheless you complied, a bit too excited.
you sat up, crawling over so your hips hovered over his face. a blush creeped across your cheeks from the vulnerability of it all, but it went away, for he truly made you feel so beautiful in the way he caressed your thighs, mumbling a quiet “pretty girl.”
you bit your lip, gasping loudly when he pulled your pussy down onto his lips, his tongue immediately melting against your folds. you almost lost your balance, having to grip onto the headboard for support. he was relentless, mouth in contact with your heat for a mere five seconds yet he was already eating you out like a starving man.
his slight stubble scratched the insides of your thighs but it didn’t bother you one bit. if anything, it turned you on even more. he lapped at your clit, tongue darting in your hole as deep as he could reach, eliciting some lusty moans from you. suddenly realizing you were in a hotel, with walls that probably weren’t soundproof, you covered your mouth, muffling those sweet sounds.
“alex alex alex,” you whimpered his name over and over again like your only prayer. he suckled your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and you returned your hand to your mouth once more, drool dripping down your fingers. you gasped, already close from how he’d teased you with his fingers earlier, that same desire starting to pool in your lower stomach once more, if not stronger this time.
desperate for release, you started riding his face, strands of his messy hair brushing against your stomach each time you moved your hips forward. alex moaned into your clit, still eagerly lapping at you, his arms keeping your thighs in place. “fuck fuck fuck,” you gasped, needing both hands to hold onto the headboard now, biting down onto the wood to muffle your yelps.
the boy sped up his movements, drooling and moaning all over your pussy. his nose brushed your clit ever so deliciously as he tongue fucked you, sending the white hot pressure reeling through you, leaving your thighs shaking.
you drooled all over the headboard, crying his name out with your mouth pressed against the wood. you rode his face through your orgasm, panting and groaning. he didn’t cease his movements, still lapping at your release when you came down, quickly moving your hips off of him.
he grabbed you and pulled you in next to him, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks. you looked at him, his nose and mouth all slick, cheeks and nose tinted a rosy pink. smiling up at him, you cradled his face and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, tasting yourself on his swollen lips.
“you’re too good,” you rasped. alex chuckled, his eyes all soft as he pressed his forehead against yours, rubbing your back soothingly. snaking your hand down his torso, you palmed his painfully hard cock through his boxers. the man hissed, grabbing your hand away, shaking his head.
“what about you? i wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. he chuckled, twisting a strand of your hair around his calloused fingertip.
“wanna take a shower with me?”
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10 minutes later and you were pressed up against the steamy ceramic tiles as alex kissed the fucking shit out of you. hot water trickled down his gold chain and onto his chest, making you wish you could envelop him like water. he looked absolutely gorgeous, brown eyes all shimmery and honey-like in the bright light that trickled through the glass panes of the shower door, water droplets sticking to his dark eyelashes, wet hair slicked back, his widows peak prominent.
you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up and pressed your back against the cold tiles, wrapping your legs around his waist. he attacked your neck with soft bites and kisses, his large palm kneading your breast as the other kept you up against the wall. you were a moaning mess, the running water drowning out your pretty sighs and gasps from the outside world.
his erection presses against your stomach as he kisses you, making you so cock drunk already. just the mere thought of him filling you up, fucking you so deep you’re sore for the next 24 hours turns you on to an impossible degree. eager, you angled your hips so you could rub your folds against his length, coating his dick in your arousal. alex groaned, gripping your thigh tighter. “fuck,” he mumbled, fisting his cock and running it up and down your folds, making you whimper and claw at his shoulders.
he chuckled, his voice deep and thick with desire. he pressed his lips against your cheek. “so eager hm? want daddy to fill you up now don’t you?” you whined, nodding and whispering a desperate “yes please.”
he smirked against your cheek, pressing his nose against the side of your face as he finally pushed into you, his thick cock stretching your tight walls. you grasped at his dark, wet hair, making him groan as he pumped into you so slowly, so sensually, making you feel every vein and ridge.
you cursed under your breath, throwing your head back against the tile and squeezing your eyes shut. you couldn’t see, but alex was smiling at you, his gaze shimmering with adoration. he buried his face in your neck as his hips met yours over and over, your pretty sighs and moans like music to his ears.
with nothing to hold onto besides slippery walls, you clung to your lover, hugging him close with your arms around his neck. “i love you,” he rasped, his tip nudging your g spot with every thrust of his hips. “i love you too,” you panted, nuzzling your face into his neck.
he moaned, damp hair falling over his eyes and sticking to your forehead as he sped up his pace, his hand resting on the wet tile for stability. you were close already, you couldn’t help it. the way he held you, the way you could practically feel him in your lower stomach, the way he cooed sweet nothings in your ear. “m’ gonna cum alex,” you whimpered into his ear.
“fuck,” he stuttered, close himself. “cum with me.” and with that, you let go, your thighs squeezing his waist as you came, clenching around him. you gripped him like a vice as he came inside you, fucking his hot cum deep into you. you hummed in delight, mind fogged with a thick layer of pleasure.
the white noise of the shower stream and the intensity of the orgasm left your mind clear, absolutely blissed out. alex pulled out of you, collapsing against the shower wall and pulling you in so you were curled up in his lap. once you begun to snap out of your dreamy state, you smiled up at alex, kissing his jaw.
the rest of your shower was delightful. you convinced alex to let you wash his hair with your vanilla shampoo and conditioner, soapy suds getting on your cheek when he kissed you. you two discussed the various fancy little teas your hotel provided like you were royalty about to have tea in your grand ‘tea hall’ as alex had called it.
once you were out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing the other plush towel and wrapping it around your body all snug. without warning, he picked you up bridal style and dropped you onto the bed. “i’ve got to go prepare the tea for m’lady.” he spoke in a posh accent, making you burst out laughing. alex smiled, scurrying over to the little kitchen area, trying his best to read the french tea titles.
you watched your lover boy in adoration, looking forward to what the rest of the day had in store.
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diorrgrl · 1 year ago
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Alex Turner Fic Recommendations ♡
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(had to make one for alex<3. don't forget to reblog and give feedback to these amazing writers)
-pillow talk by @ohladymoon
-break up with your girlfriend by ^ *
-vacuum cleaner by @alexturnerpet *
-overwhelmed by @nikisfwn
-the car's about you by @mywritingonlyfans
-soothing touch by @bellaturner
-cheater cheater by @mister-mvse *
-baby i'm yours by @andrew-lincolns-gf *
-you wreck me by @tragiclilb *
-despair in the hotel lounge by @cosmoschaotic
-more than a song by @storiesforallfandoms *
-she looks like fun by @thatredmooninvenus
-you're losing me by @ashtreme
-do i wanna know ? by @turnerchic
-glass in the studio by @imagine-that-100
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goblinontour · 3 months ago
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Hiding Tonight
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watching alex take care of your daughter for the evening
warnings: dad!alex, fluff
word count: 5k
“Ugh, you’re so sweaty.” you murmured with a teasing smile, burying your face in his chest despite the heat clinging to him.
The familiar scent of him mixed with the warmth of the day, but it didn’t bother you. Not when it meant he was finally home. Your fingers instinctively threaded through his damp hair, the strands slipping through your touch as you stood on your toes, eager to feel as close to him as possible.
No matter what you were doing, no matter how long he’d been gone, you always ran to greet him with a hug the moment he stepped through the door.
“Sorry, it was really hot on the tube.” he replied, his voice laced with a trace of guilt as he gently pulled away from you. His eyes twinkled, though, as they met yours. “But I’m sure someone else won’t mind.” he added with a grin, glancing down just as a pair of tiny arms wrapped around his leg.
Behind you, the little one had toddled up, her small hands gripping onto his calf with the same excitement that you had shown him, her face lighting up at the sight of her father. She could barely reach above his knee, but it didn’t deter her in the slightest.
Alex’s expression softened instantly, the exhaustion from the day melting away as he bent down. He crouched to her level, one knee touching the floor as he reached out to her with a tenderness that always made your heart flutter. His long fingers carefully found their way to her sides, and in one smooth motion, he lifted her up into his arms. She squealed in delight, her laughter filling the room as she clung to him, her tiny legs swinging freely in the air.
“You don’t mind me being sweaty, do you?” he asked, his tone playful yet gentle as he balanced her on his hip. The question was rhetorical, of course. The little one’s face was beaming, her wide eyes reflecting pure adoration as she gazed up at him.
You watched as Alex lowered his head slightly, bringing his face close to hers. He extended a finger and softly tapped the tip of her button nose. Her nose was so small, his fingertip fit perfectly into the curve of it, and she scrunched it up, giggling as he repeated the motion, pretending to be amazed each time.
“See? She doesn’t mind at all.” he said, glancing back at you with a smile that reached his eyes, filled with nothing but love for the both of you.
With the little one still propped securely on his hip, Alex straightened up, her tiny hands clutching onto his shirt as he started walking toward the kitchen. You followed closely behind, a warm smile playing on your lips as you watched the two of them together. The sight of him holding her so effortlessly always filled you with a sense of contentment.
As Alex stepped into the kitchen, he moved with ease, despite his one-armed hold on the little one. He headed straight for the fruit bowl sitting on the counter, his eyes scanning its contents before he reached out and grabbed one of the few bananas left, shifting the little one slightly higher on his hip. It was a familiar routine. You could almost predict the moment when he’d reach it. He never failed to grab one first thing after getting home.
They never lasted long in the house. Both him and your daughter had a weakness for them. And they always seemed to disappear faster than you could keep up with, often long before they had a chance to ripen properly.
“Look at that.” Alex mused, holding the banana up and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Still a bit green, just how I like them.” He flashed you a grin as he gestured with the banana in your direction, a playful glint in his eyes. “We need to get more of these.” he added, raising an eyebrow at you.
You chuckled softly, leaning back against the edge of the sofa that stood just across from him. “I’ll get some tomorrow.” you promised, folding your arms as you perched yourself more comfortably, your gaze never leaving him. You liked watching him like this, in the mundane moments of just the three of you simply being there.
“Good.” he nodded, turning his attention back to the banana. He began to fiddle with it, realising quickly that he couldn’t manage the peeling with one hand occupied by your daughter, who was still contently resting against his side, her head nestled into the curve of his neck. He glanced at you with a half-smile. “Can you help me peel it? Kinda got my hands full over here.” he asked, tilting his head slightly towards the little one.
With a fond sigh, you rose from your spot and made your way over to him. The moment it was free, Alex wasted no time. He immediately took a big bite, nearly inhaling half of it in one go.
“God, I’m fucking starving.” he mumbled through a mouthful, his voice muffled as he chewed.
“Alexander!” you scolded, your tone stern but laced with amusement. “You need to stop swearing around her.”
He paused mid-chew, his eyes widening slightly as he registered your words. Then, with an exaggerated expression of guilt, he swallowed and muttered, “Sorry.” before taking another, more modest bite. The little one, oblivious to the exchange, simply watched him, her eyes wide with curiosity and affection.
You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the scene, shaking your head as you returned to your seat. Despite his sometimes careless language you often had to remind him of now that she was getting older and starting to understand more, you knew Alex adored his role as a father, just as much as he adored you.
Alex smiled softly at the little one in his arms, holding up the half-eaten banana to her tiny face. “Want a bite, love?” he offered, his voice gentle and inviting.
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, her eyes growing heavy as she leaned back against his chest. You could see her small body beginning to relax, the energy from earlier slowly fading away.
“She’s getting sleepy.” you observed, a tender smile forming on your lips.
“Yeah, me too.” Alex sighed, leaning against the counter for support, still cradling her securely. He took a final bite of the banana, finishing it off before tossing the peel into the bin. “It was pretty rough today. Didn’t get much done.” he admitted, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of frustration seeping into his words.
You moved closer, sensing that there was more on his mind. Gently, you rested a hand on his arm, your thumb rubbing small circles. “What’s wrong?” you asked softly,
He hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the little one in his arms as if considering his words carefully. “I don’t know.” he began, his voice quiet. “Just...a bit disappointed, I guess.”
You could see the weariness in his eyes, the way his shoulders slumped just a little more than usual. It wasn’t often that he let these feelings show. He didn’t like talking about his work much, and you didn’t press him about it unless he opened up first.
“Disappointed in what?” you pressed gently, wanting to understand what was bothering him.
He exhaled deeply, his eyes distant as he tried to put his feelings into words. “It’s like…I had all these ideas in my head, things I wanted to work on, but nothing seemed to come together. I kept trying, but I just couldn’t get it right. And now the day’s over, and I don’t have much to show for it.”
You nodded, understanding the frustration he must have felt. Alex was always driven, always pushing himself to create and to do more. When things didn’t go the way he envisioned, it tended to weigh him down even further.
“It’s okay.” you said softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Not every day has to be perfect.”
He looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and lingering doubt. “I know, but it’s hard not to feel like I’m wasting time, you know? Like I should be doing more to make up for it.”
You squeezed his arm gently, letting him know you were there with him. “You’re not wasting time, Alex. You’re allowed to have days like this. You’ll find your rhythm again. And even when it feels like you’re not making progress, you are. Just being there, showing up, that’s already something.”
He let out a small, tired chuckle, the tension in his expression easing slightly as he looked at you. “Thanks.” he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
You smiled at Alex, brushing your fingers through the soft hair on your daughter’s head, the strands fine and delicate beneath your touch. “I should get her ready for bed.” you said, your voice low and tender. “She needs a bath, too. I made some food earlier if you wanna eat.”
He shook his head, a small, appreciative smile playing on his lips. “I’m fine now. Actually, do you mind if I give her the bath? I need to wash up anyway, and I missed her today. Didn’t get to spend much time with her.”
The sincerity in his voice touched you, and you nodded immediately. “Of course, yeah. You should. Go get the water started, and I’ll bring her up in a minute. I’ll grab her towel and everything else she needs.”
He grinned, his eyes brightening at the thought. “Is it the bear one?” he asked, a hint of excitement in his tone.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing exactly which one he meant. “Yes, it’s the bear one.” you confirmed.
“She looks so cute in that one.” Alex’s eyes softened at the thought, his smile widening.
The towel he was referring to was one of her favourites. Yellow with a hood that had little ears on top, meant to resemble Winnie the Pooh, though Alex always forgot the name. But it didn’t matter. To him, she was simply adorable wrapped up in it.
Gently, Alex shifted his grip on her, carefully manoeuvring so you could take her from his arms. She was barely awake now, her eyes drooping as she relaxed into your hold. As soon as she was safely in your arms, Alex moved to take off his blazer. He slipped it off his shoulders, folding it neatly before draping it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, a habitual neatness in his actions.
You watched him for a moment, admiring the ease with which he moved, the quiet care he always took in the simplest of tasks. It was one of those little things you loved about him. How even in moments like this, when he was tired and worn out, he still took the time to do things properly, as if it was his second nature.
With his blazer set aside, Alex turned back to you, his hand reaching out to gently brush your arm before you both headed upstairs.
As you reached the bathroom, you handed your daughter back to Alex, who cradled her with a tenderness that always made your heart swell. He kissed her forehead softly, then looked to you with a contented smile. “I’ll take it from here.” he said, his voice warm and steady.
“Alright.” you replied, returning his smile as you handed over the towel and her pyjamas, everything she’d need after her bath. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
He nodded, his eyes already focused on the task at hand as he gently set her down and began to fill the tub with warm water. As you stepped back to give them some space, you couldn’t help but linger for just a moment longer, watching as Alex dipped his hand into the water to check the temperature, his face lighting up with a soft smile as he spoke quietly to your daughter.
As you turned to leave the bathroom, a sudden wave of affection welled up inside you, making you hesitate at the doorway. You glanced back at Alex, your heart softening at the sight of them. “Do you mind if I stay?” you asked, your voice gentle, almost shy. You knew how much you cherished these moments. Watching them together was something you never wanted to miss.
At the same time, Alex had begun to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving deftly down the row of buttons. He paused slightly, as if ready to answer you, but you spoke again before he could. “I can leave if you want some alone time with her.” you added quickly, not wanting to intrude.
But Alex shook his head, his hands still working on the last few buttons as he pulled the shirt free from where it was neatly tucked into his jeans. “Of course you can stay.” he said, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He’d get it into the laundry later. His fingers moved to his belt next, unbuckling it before slipping out of his jeans and leaving them in a neat pile on the chair by the sink.
“Okay then.” you agreed softly, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. “I’ll get her ready.”
You moved closer to your daughter, your hands gentle and careful as you began to undress her. She was already starting to outgrow her clothes, you realised with a twinge of nostalgia. She was growing up so fast, even though she still insisted on wearing nappies despite being fully potty trained. It was just another one of those little quirks that made her who she was, and you couldn’t help but smile as you gently tugged the last one off.
As you busied yourself with her, you noticed Alex out of the corner of your eye, glancing at himself in the mirror above the sink. He stretched, leaning in closer as if inspecting his reflection, his expression contemplative. You could see him run a hand over his jawline, feeling the rough stubble that had started to grow in over the day.
“Do you think I should shave?” he asked, his voice thoughtful as he continued to study his reflection, the muscles in his back shifting subtly as he moved.
You looked over at him fully now, taking in the sight of him. The way the soft light played across his skin, the stubble giving him a slightly rugged look. “You don’t have to,” you replied, “I love how your beard feels.”
He turned his head slightly, catching your gaze in the mirror, a small, appreciative smile forming on his lips. “Yeah?” he asked, a hint of playful curiosity in his voice.
“Yeah.” you confirmed with a nod, your smile widening. There was something about the way he looked right now, comfortable in his own skin, relaxed and at ease. It wasn’t just his appearance. It was everything he was, everything he did for you and your daughter. Every little moment like this, no matter how small, reminded you of why you fell in love with him in the first place.
Satisfied with your answer, Alex turned his attention back to the task at hand, giving you a nod of thanks before leaning down to check the water temperature one more time. Satisfied, he straightened up, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a small, appreciative smile. With a slight shift in his stance, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, the final piece of clothing he was wearing. He slid them down his hips and legs, stepping out of them with the same easy grace he always seemed to carry. He draped them over the shirt, to be thrown into the wash later.
He reached out for your daughter, who was now ready for her bath, her sleepy eyes brightening just a little at the prospect of getting into the warm water. As you handed her over, you couldn’t help but watch them both, the way Alex’s large hands gently cradled her tiny body as he lowered himself into the bath with her.
You found yourself lingering, soaking in every detail, every gesture. You didn’t want to miss a single second of this. Of them.
Alex gently scooted your daughter to the other side of the tub, knowing the routine by heart. First came the playtime, a sacred part of the evening, before the more practical tasks like washing her hair and scrubbing her little feet. He smiled down at her as she settled into her spot, the water splashing softly around her as she got comfortable.
With one hand keeping her steady, he reached over to the side of the tub, where a small collection of bath toys sat waiting. He carefully picked them up, one by one, and placed them into the water around her, creating a small, colourful world that she could dive into. The familiar sound of plastic toys clinking together filled the room as they floated around her, waiting to be played with.
Your daughter’s eyes lit up as she reached for one of her favourite toys, a little yellow duck that always seemed to make her smile. She squeezed it in her tiny hands, laughing softly as it made a squeaky noise, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles.
Alex watched her with a fond smile, his heart swelling at the simple joy she found in the smallest of things. He reached for another toy from the same set, a small, green frog with big, round eyes, and held it up, his voice gentle as he asked, “Mind if I play with you too, love?”
She looked up at him, her expression bright and eager, as if the idea of playing with her dad was the best thing in the world. She nodded enthusiastically, her smile widening as she extended the duck towards him, offering it as if to say ‘you can have this one’.
Alex chuckled softly, taking the duck from her with one hand while holding the frog in the other. “Thank you.” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “Alright, Mr. Frog and Mr. Duck are going on an adventure together. Where should they go first?”
Your daughter giggled, pointing to the other end of the tub where the rest of the toys had gathered. Without missing a beat, Alex guided the two toys through the water, making them bob up and down as if they were swimming. He added a few playful sound effects, much to her delight, as they made their way across the tub, creating an entire story for her to follow.
You stood there, watching them play. There was something magical about these simple moments, the way they connected in the little joys of life. You could see the love in Alex’s eyes, the way he fully immersed himself in her world, making her feel like the most important person in the universe.
As he continued guiding the toys through their imaginary adventure, he playfully splashed himself with water, the droplets landing on his chest and face. He closed his eyes for a moment, squeezing them tightly before opening them wide and blinking a few times, trying to shake off the fatigue that had settled in.
“Tired?” you asked softly, noticing the way his shoulders slumped just a little.
He nodded, looking over at you. “Yeah.” he admitted. But there was no complaint in his tone, just a simple acknowledgment. He glanced down at your daughter, who was still completely absorbed in her play, and then back at you. “Come here,” he said, his smile widening as he gestured for you to join them, “Sit with us instead of standing at the door.”
You felt your heart warm at the invitation, and without hesitation, you moved closer, crossing the room to sit down on the floor right next to the tub. The tiles felt cool against your legs.
As soon as you were seated, Alex reached out towards you, shaking off the excess water from his hand before gently running his fingers through your hair. His touch was tender, his fingers sliding through the strands, just as he’d done it a thousand times before. He scratched lightly at your scalp, his movements slow and soothing, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch.
“Thanks for being here.” he said quietly, his hand still gently massaging your scalp. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, as if this little moment of connection meant more to him than he could put into words.
“Of course.” you replied, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
He smiled at that, the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was exactly as it should be. You both turned your attention back to your daughter, who was still playing happily with her toys, completely unaware of the quiet exchange between the two of you.
You knew it was time to start winding down. “Sweetheart,” you said gently, leaning forward a bit, “It’s getting late. We need to get you clean before bed.”
She looked up at you, a little pout forming on her lips, but she didn’t protest. Alex, already a step ahead, began gathering the bath toys, his movements unhurried. He placed them back on the side of the tub, each one making a small splash as it left the water, except for the little yellow duck, which he let her keep in her hand. She clung to it, her tiny fingers wrapped around it tightly.
“Hold on to Mr. Duck.” Alex said with a warm smile, turning her around so that her back was to him, her head resting gently against his chest. “We’ll make sure he gets nice and clean, too.”
His hands were gentle as he cupped the back of her head, his fingers already familiar with the routine. He reached for the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a small amount into his palm before rubbing his hands together to lather it up. He carefully worked the shampoo through her hair, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions, massaging her scalp.
He started to hum a soft melody. The sound was low and soothing, filling the small bathroom with a warmth that made the moment feel even more intimate. The tune was unfamiliar to you, a simple, almost hypnotic series of notes, but you knew Alex well enough to recognize that this was likely one of his own compositions, a melody born from quiet moments like this, where the love he felt seemed to overflow.
You watched as he hummed softly, his eyes focused on your daughter as he gently massaged her scalp, making sure to be careful around the edges of her hairline. Even in the smallest of tasks, he poured his whole self into it, always making sure she felt safe and loved.
Your daughter, who had been on the verge of sleepiness just moments before, seemed to relax even more under his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she let the warmth of the bath and the comfort of his presence lull her into a peaceful state.
As Alex finished rinsing the last of the shampoo from her hair, his humming trailed off into a soft sigh, the sound of the water the only noise left in the room. He looked over at you, a peaceful, almost sleepy smile on his face, and you returned it with one of your own.
He reached for the washcloth, wetting it before lathering it with a bit of soap. With the same tenderness he’d shown while washing her hair, Alex gently scrubbed your daughter’s small arms, her back, and finally her little legs, careful not to miss a spot. She barely stirred, so at ease in the safe haven of his arms that she seemed content to drift off right there in the tub.
Once she was fully clean, Alex cupped his hand to gather some of the bathwater, carefully rinsing the soap from her skin. The water cascaded over her in small streams, washing away the suds until she was completely clean. Satisfied, he leaned back slightly as he turned to you, the question clear in his eyes before he even spoke.
“Why don’t I take her?” you offered, already reaching out for her. “So you can wash up too.”
Alex nodded, grateful for the offer, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes as he handed her over, clearly enjoying the precious time with her. As you gathered her into your arms, she nuzzled into you, her body warm and relaxed from the bath.
You gently wrapped her in the towel, making sure she was snug and dry. She looked up at you with sleepy eyes, her little hand clutching the edge of the towel as you whispered, “Say bye-bye to Daddy.”
“Bye-bye.” She lifted a small hand and waved it slowly, her movements drowsy and sweet. Alex returned the wave. You caught the warmth in his gaze and gave him a soft smile before you turned, slipping out of the bathroom and heading toward the bedroom.
As you closed the door behind you, the soft click of the latch seemed to seal the quiet contentment of the evening, leaving Alex alone in the bathroom to finish his routine.
After you left, he let out a quiet sigh, the kind that comes when you’re alone with your thoughts. He glanced down at the bathwater, noticing the little yellow duck still bobbing around, now forgotten by your daughter. Reaching out, he plucked it from the water, the tiny toy fitting easily in his hand.
For a moment, he just held it, absentmindedly turning it over in his fingers, the plastic squeaking faintly as his grip shifted. His gaze drifted somewhere far away, his thoughts wandering to the events of the day, the music that refused to come together, the exhaustion that weighed on him. The toy was a simple, silly thing, but holding it reminded him of more important things that really mattered.
Another sigh escaped him as he forced himself back to the present. He still had to finish washing up, and he wasn’t going to get there by staring at a bath toy. Gently, he set the duck on the edge of the tub, watching it wobble slightly before it settled.
He reached for the bottle of shampoo again, pausing for a moment as his hand hovered over the familiar label. It was your daughter’s shampoo, the one you always bought specifically for her because it was gentle on her hair and smelled like fresh baby powder and chamomile. It was more expensive than the others, and he knew you always got frustrated when it seemed to disappear too quickly, confused about how it could be used up so fast.
Of course, he’d never admit it, but he liked using it too. There was something comforting about it, because it reminded him of her. And if he was honest, it made his hair softer than anything else he’d ever tried.
With a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, he squeezed a small amount into his hand, the familiar scent instantly filling the room again.
As he worked the shampoo through his hair, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for using something that was meant for your daughter, knowing it would lead to another one of those puzzled conversations about how it always seemed to finish too soon. But he also knew he wouldn’t stop. There was something about it that connected him to her, even in these quiet, solitary moments.
He leaned back, letting the warm water rinse away the suds, and for the first time all day, he felt truly at ease. The bathroom was silent now, save for the gentle patter of water.
He eventually sat up, feeling the last of the shampoo wash away, and then quickly set to work on washing his body. The routine motions, soaping up his arms, his chest, his legs, were methodical, almost automatic, as he focused on rinsing himself off head to toe one last time.
He reached for the large, soft towel that hung nearby, wrapping it around his hips, the thick fabric absorbing the droplets that clung to his skin, and stepped out of the tub, leaving behind the warmth of the water for the cool air of the bathroom.
The mirror was fogged up from the steam, so he wiped a clear patch with the side of his hand, revealing his reflection. His hair was still wet, obviously, dark and slicked back against his head, so he grabbed a comb from the countertop and ran it through his locks. He worked carefully, making sure it would dry just the way he liked. Neat, but not too styled.
He paused for a moment, his eyes drifting down to his face. The stubble that had caught his attention earlier in the evening was still there, a shadow of dark hair along his jaw and chin. He tilted his head slightly, running his hand along his jawline, considering whether to shave after all. But he remembered your words, the way you’d told him you loved how his beard felt, and he smiled to himself.
“Nah.” he murmured softly, letting his hand drop. He’d keep it, at least for now.
With one last glance in the mirror, he decided he was done. He turned off the light and stepped out of the bathroom, the warmth of the night and the softness of the towel around his hips welcoming him back into the comfort of the bedroom where both of his girls were waiting for him.
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a/n: this feels so different from what I usually write (maybe because it is) but I don’t know…maybe i’m getting soft on him.
tags: @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @avxoxo1 @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @psychedelicrocker @aacheinthejaw @zayndrider @humbuginmybones @tedioepica
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annasfantasies · 7 months ago
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Sugar 2
/alex turner x fem!reader
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PART ONE
Pairing: the car!alex turner x fem!reader
Summery: the cute evening with Al turned into something more
Warnings: age gap (Alex 37 and reader 25), soft!dom Alex, clit play, spanking, praising kink, fingering (f receiving), p in w, fem nicknames (sugar, darling, pretty girl, baby, good girl) choking, ruined orgasm, blow job, unprotected sex, cream pie, aftercare
Word count: 2.2k
ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE
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"Couldn't stop thinking about you all day, darling."
I yelped as he smacked my ass, the burning sensation swiftly smoothed by the hand. "Alex!"
He chuckled not even bothered by my weight on his shoulder and continued caressing my ass. I huffed at his cockiness but that was quickly replaced by another yelp as his hand landed on me again.
I rolled my eyes and realised we were almost in our bedroom. In that moment I got an idea. I giggled and outstretched my hand. "What-" I interrupted him by my hand landing on his ass. He gasped but suddenly I was thrown on our bed. I looked up at Alex with a smirk on my lips. "What?" I asked innocently and fluttered my lashes on him.  He raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips. I didn't even realise I was biting my bottom lip until he broke the tension in the room.
"Playing innocent?" He titled his head slightly and shifted his weight to one leg.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I smiled at him. I'm playing with fire, he will teach me how to behave later and I can't wait for the lesson.
I raised my leg and rested it right above the tent of his trousers. He looked down and then back at me, few brown locks of his hair fell into his face. Slowly I moved the leg lower and started rubbing against him while holding eye contact with him the whole time.
The fire in his eyes grew and I continued my teasing game. I could feel him harden below my foot but before I could say something about it, he slapped the leg away, bend down and turned my body on the bed. All I could do is gasp. He had already lifted my, well his white button up to reveal my ass covered in baby pink lace panties.
"So naughty, hm?" I could hear the smirk in his husky voice, he stroked my cheeks, kneading them with his big hands. I sucked in a sharp breath, my right asscheek was starting to hurt from the earliest slaps. "I asked you a question, love." He said with another smack against the skin. I made a noise which sounded like something between whine, moan and yelp and nodded. He chuckled and caressed me again. "Words, sugar."
I received another one. "Yes!" I moaned out the so wanted answer.
"Good girl." He praised me causing my walls to clench around nothing, I could feel my panties getting soaked. He leaned down and kissed the red and burning spots. I buried my face into the mattress and sucked a sharp breath in my lungs. "Sensitive, hm?"
"Yes." I whispered and bit my bottom lip. Suddenly he touched the wet spot between my legs with his thumb. I gasped but pushed against his finger. “Please."
He chuckled. "You think you deserve it?" He started slowly rubbing the wetness, moving lower to my clit. That made me whine loudly.
"Please, Alex." I whined again when he added more pressure and started rubbing quick cycles on it.
"Answer." He said firmly. I arched my back and pushed into his hand more.
"I do. I've been waiting for you all day and I made you cookies." I said, every now and then whimpering. I gathered the white sheets beneath me with my hands. "Please."
He chuckled and smacked my left cheek with his free hand. "Well, when you're asking so nicely."
Before I could beg more he pulled my ass in the air and slid my panties down my thighs just above my knees.
I could feel his stare on my bare pussy, the juices leaking down my lags. "Such a pretty view." He whispered lowly. His voice full of lust making me shiver and clench around nothing.
"Alex please." I rub my thighs against each other trying to get some relief.
He chuckled behind me and placed his palms on my asscheeks, squeezing them. I bucked back into his hands and whined.
His fingers slowly slid lower and lower until he was where I wanted and needed him. He spread my fold and I gasped when he blew air onto me. "Alex!"
He laughed again before sliding two finger between my fold, gathering the wetness and pulling away.
I sighted in frustration but was interrupted by a licking sound and Alex humming. "What-" I looked over my shoulder and saw Alex's fingers in his mouth. The walls of my insides clenched around nothing and the wetness ran down my lags yet again.
He looked angelic. His hair messy, eyes closed, lashes touching his rosy cheeks, lips wrapped around the fingers. Pure pleasure written all over his face.
I moaned which made him open his eyes. The eye contact was so intense and full of lust I bit into my bottom lip, Alex's dark eyes drifted to it and before I could say anything he grabbed me by my jaw and kissed me.
It wasn't sweet and cute like when he came home. No. It was want and neediness. I deepened it and opened my mouth, touching his lips by my tongue as a request for him to open his. He did and slid his tongue into my mouth, we fought for dominance, even though we both knew he is going to win.
He pulled away too soon, touching my forehead with his and panting. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath as well but was surprised by the now wet fingers quickly sliding into me.
I gasped and he pulled away, his hand sliding to the back of my head and burring me into the sheets. Alex slowly pulled almost all the way out before shoving into me again and deeper. I moaned his name loudly but was muffled by the sheets as he punched me more into it.
He continued to slide in and out, drawing loud moans and needy whines out of me. He occasionally slowed down to almost stoping making me beg. The room was full of wet sounds, my whines and Alex's praising. The pleasure I was feeling in my whole body started to be too much, the knot in my stomach tightening. "Aly! I'm gonna cum!" I screamed.
He moved his hand and wrapped it around my neck, squeezing me just right. I was almost there but just as I was about to finish he stoped everything and pulled away. My body shook as I groaned, sniffled and screamed, babbling things that weren't making sense. "No, no, no! Alex, please- I-"
He chuckled and smacked my red cheek again.
"You- you said that-"
"That was for the slap you gave me." I heard him stand up rustling with something. "Sit up." He ordered. I pulled my self up onto my knees before turning around and sitting on the edge of our bed. I looked up at him with my best puppy eyes I could do, my cheeks probably red as apples and glossed with tears.
He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek, wiping the tears away. "So pretty." He smiled at me. He pulled down his already unzipped trousers, I helped him pull them down past his knees before sliding my palms back up to his black boxers. I bit my lip when I saw the outline of his cock. I took him out and almost moaned. He was big and thick with a vein going all the way up from the bottom to the pinky head. Even though I saw and took him multiple times it will always make me nervous.
I looked him in the eyes asking for permission. "Go on, pretty girl."
That was all I needed before taking him in my hand. He twitched and the pre cum dripped down his length. I started to stroke him and spreading the wetness, brushing my thumb agains his tip and squeezing him every time nearing it.
Alex was releasing breath groans and small moans. He put his hands at the back of my head and pulled me to him. "Need your mouth." Was all he said.
I smiled at him while holding eye contact and opened my mouth, slowly lowering my head until he was touching me. I took the tip in and sucked onto him. He groaned and pushed ma head until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag. "So warm, baby." He threw his head back moaning out loud my name. "So good."
I started moving my mead, slowly speeding up. I stroke the rest of him that didn’t fit into my mouth, squeezing him and playing with his balls. He pulled onto my hair which made me moan. He started bucking his hips back into me, hitting the back of my throat. He let out more whimpers and praises. There was starting to form a wet patch underneath me and saliva running down my chin.
"Fuck! You're so good, such a good girl." He rasped out, the end of the sentence turned into another high pitched moan. I clenched my thighs trying to get some kind of release.
I felt him twitch agains my tongue meaning he is close. I bumped my head faster and took him even deeper. I don't care I can barely breath, I want him to cum, I want to taste him.
Without another warning the hot drops of his cum shoot into me. The taste and sounds of his the only thing I can focus on. I continued my movements until he stoped me. I released him from my warmth with a pop and saliva connecting us.
He sighed and took my jaw. "Open up." I obeyed and sticked out my tongue covered in the liquid. He smirked and stroked my red cheek. "Swallow." Were his next commands. I did as he said, looking into his eyes the whole time. I opened again to show him, hoping he will reward me. “Good girl.” He nodded and squeezed my cheeks.
“I think you deserve it now.”
I nodded, desperately wanting him inside me already, needing him. “Please.” My voice was hoarse from earlier activities.
He bend down to be face to face with me and took my neck into his hand again. His lips crushed into mine, both of us moaning, our tongues fighting yet again. He pushed me onto my back and got on top of me. My hand flew into his brown locks, pulling onto them.
We moved back until I was resting on the fluffy pillows. Alex squeezed the sides of my neck, drawing a whine out of me. Unfortunately he pulled away and moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, trying to leave new mark. The last ones were already fading.
I gasped when his teeth sank into me. The sensation becoming overpowering but in a pleasing way.
Another gasp left me when I felt the head of his cock sliding between me folds, gathering wetness before going to the entrance. He looked at me silently asking me, I nodded and he finally slid in.
His thickness stretching me out even after I took him countless times. I will never get used to him and I’m loving it. When he was finally in I was feeling full and completed. He waited a minute before pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in and even deeper.
As he was moving and letting his beautiful sounds out into the crook of my neck, I was releasing my on. The room was full of cries of pleasure and wet noises.
“Taking me so well, sugar. So good for me, as always.” He rasped out and kissed me hard, pouring his love into it and I tried my best to return it. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, holding me close.
I started feeling the familiar feeling and pressed him by my legs just above his ass, trying to make him go faster and deeper. He understood and did as I desired, moved his hand between our bodies and touching my center. He started massaging me and before I knew it was tripping over the edge. “I’m cummin-“
“Me too, baby. Me too.” Was all he said before filling me up with loud groan.
He laid on top of me as we panted, trying to catch our breathes and holding each other in our arms.
“You did so good, my love.” He broke the silence and kissed my cheeks and forehead. “I love you.”
I smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “I love you too, handsome.”
He placed a soft kiss on his on my lips before pulling out and getting up. His cum dripping out of me and on the sheets. He disappeared into a bathroom that is connected to the bedroom. I undressed myself completely and when he came back he was holding a wet towel. He got between my legs and cleaned me and then tucked me in the bed, placing another kiss on my face.
He left to clean himself too and came back in new pair of underwear before sliding into the bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me as close as possible and burring his face in my hair.
I hid myself in his chest, letting his warmth and scent swallow me.
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A/N: first time writing smut in English so I hope it’s readable😐 please let me know if you find any mistakes or anything!
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justallmyfantasies · 1 month ago
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oh god, i’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up.
contains: 18+ smut! (unprotected piv, oral (f receiving) kinda praise. prequel to out of breath.)
word count: 4.5k
based on this request! (tysm!
time had passed and honestly, the thought of having a ring on your finger had went over your head. it didn’t happen and although you knew one day it would, you just wanted it to happen now and then.
your kitchen was steaming up from the food cooking in front of you. you offered to cook tonight’s dinner, usually on fridays you’d get a takeout or something but this time you wanted to cook. not for any particular reason just because you liked cooking and it was one of your hobbies.. it wasn’t, you just wanted alex to try this new recipe you’d found.
you held the wooden spoon in your hands, slowly moving the food in the frying pan around, making it sizzle each time you pressed down on it.
the kitchen was mostly quiet, save for the sound of the food cooking in front of you and the occasional clanging of pots and pans on the stove. the warm, homely scent filled the air, making the room feel cozy and intimate.
you were so focused on the food you were cooking that you didn't notice alex arrive home from his studio session until he cleared his throat, leaned up against the doorframe.
you jumped slightly in surprise, turning to look at him. "oh, you're home." you said, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. "i thought you'd be at the studio for a bit longer."
he gave you a small smile, pushing off the doorframe and taking a few steps into the kitchen. "yeah, we got done a little earlier than expected." he replied, coming to stand next to you. he looked at the food on the stove, his eyes scanning over it curiously.
"i'm trying out a new recipe." you explained, stirring the food in the pan with the wooden spoon. "i found it online and i thought it looked interesting.. thought i'd give it a try."
he hummed in response, watching you cook for a moment before speaking again. "it smells really good.” he complimented, a note of genuine interest in his voice. "i can't wait to try it."
you felt a small sense of pleasure at his compliment. you enjoyed cooking for him, especially when he seemed to appreciate the effort you put into it. you continued to move the food in the pan, the sizzle and pop of the meat and vegetables filling the silence.
alex leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest as he watched you work. he seemed content to just watch you, his eyes following every movement of your hands. the room was filled with a comfortable quiet, the only sounds the bubbling of the food and your own breathing.
you could feel his gaze on you, studying you. it wasn’t in a malicious way, more like he was mentally cataloguing the way you moved and the different expressions that flitted across your face as you concentrated on the task at hand.
after a few minutes, the food was done, and you set the spoon aside and turned off the heat. you plated the food, dividing it equally between two plates and carrying them over to the small dining table that sat in the corner of the kitchen.
alex followed you, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table. he looked at the food on his plate, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "this looks amazing." he said, picking up his fork.
"i hope it tastes as good as it looks." you responded, sitting down across from him. you felt a flutter of nerves, suddenly nervous about whether or not he would like the dinner you had made.
he took a bite, and you anxiously watched his expression, looking for any hint of enjoyment or disappointment. his eyes widened slightly, and he let out a soft hum of pleasure. "this is really good." he said after he swallowed, looking up at you with a genuine smile.
you let out a small sigh of relief, your shoulders relaxing slightly. "i'm glad you like it." you said, feeling a wave of pride wash over you. you picked up your own fork and took a bite, savoring the flavors as they exploded on your tongue.
the dinner continued in comfortable silence, save for the sounds of forks clinking against the plates. you found yourself stealing glances at alex as he ate, watching the way his mouth moved and the small expressions that flickered across his face.
you both finished eating the food you prepared. you stood up and gathered all the dishes, piling them onto each other to take into the kitchen to clean.
alex looked up at you from where he was sitting at the table, a smile on his face. “you want me to clean up?” his voice was soft.
you shook your head, balancing the plates in your arms. "no, it's fine," you said. "i can handle it. you go ahead and relax, you must be tired after your session."
he stood up anyway, gently taking the plates from your arms. "it's no trouble," he said, heading towards the kitchen. "besides, i don't want you to have to do everything yourself."
you couldn't help but feel a pang of affection at his gesture. it was little things like this, the small acts of consideration, that made you fall in love with him all over again each day. so whilst he did that, you took the clean laundry upstairs to sort out.
you carried the basket of clothes up the stairs, the familiar scent of laundry detergent filling your nose. the upstairs hallway was lit by soft evening light, the shadows stretching across the wooden floor.
you entered your bedroom, setting the laundry down on the bed and sorting through the clothes. you could hear alex moving around in the kitchen downstairs, the sounds of running water and dishes clinking together drifting up from below.
as you folded the clothes into alex’s drawer, you spotted something. a box, like it was for jewellery. you paused for a moment, feeling a pang of curiosity. the box was small and inconspicuous, but something about it made your heart flutter with anticipation. you picked it up, carefully running your fingers over the smooth surface.
you knew you probably shouldn’t look. it was alex’s property, after all, and it was wrong to snoop. but the temptation was too strong. you carefully lifted the lid of the box, peeking inside.
your heart stopped. inside the box was a ring, a beautiful diamond sparkling in the low light of the room. your breath caught in your throat, and you froze, your eyes fixed on the ring in the box.
the ring was a simple but elegant design, the diamond set in a delicate gold band. it was beautiful, and your mind immediately went to the one conclusion any woman’s mind would jump to upon seeing a ring like this.
you felt a flood of emotions wash over you. joy, shock, hope, all swirling together in a chaotic tangle inside your chest. was this what you thought it was? was alex really going to propose?
closing the box, you walked downstairs. stopping in front of alex as he sat on the couch, his expression confused now.
"is everything alright?" he asked, noticing the look on your face. your heart was pounding in your chest as you sat down next to him, the small box hidden safely in your hand.
"is this yours?” you asked, showing him the box.
his eyes widened as he saw the box, recognizing it immediately. surprise and a hint of nervousness flickered across his face. "i.. uh.. i don’t know what that is." he said, his voice suddenly quieter than it had been before.
you didn’t miss the hint of nervousness in his voice, or the way his eyes darted away from yours. it was obvious he was lying, but he was doing a terrible job of covering it up.
you couldn’t help but feel a little amused at his attempt to play dumb. placing the box in your lap, you turned to face him, a small smile playing on your lips. “you’re a terrible liar, you know that?”
he winced at your words, a sheepish expression on his face. "i... i was trying to keep it a surprise." he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
your heart skipped a beat. he was trying to keep it a surprise. that confirmed your suspicions. the ring in the box was meant for you, and he had intended to propose to you.
a sense of giddy excitement filled your chest, and you could feel your heart rate speeding up. you looked down at the box in your lap, then back up at him. "so i take it this ring is for me?" you asked, a note of teasing in your voice.
he let out a nervous laugh, his gaze flickering between the box and your face. "yeah... i was planning on proposing to you.” he said, his voice soft and hesitant. "i had it all planned out.. a nice dinner, a night walk.. but then you found it so.”
you couldn’t help but smile at his explanation. as sweet as it would’ve been to have a elaborate proposal, this was so much more genuine and real. you held up the box, your eyes glittering with unshed tears. "so does this mean you're asking me to marry you?”
he nodded, a nervous but hopeful look in his eyes. "yeah, i am," he said, his voice steady. "i know it's not exactly how i planned, but... yes. i want to marry you. i want to spend the rest of my life with you."
your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest. tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but you managed to keep them at bay. you placed the box down on the table, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a fierce hug.
he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you tightly as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go. you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, his breath warm against your neck.
you held each other for a few moments, enjoying the feel of each other's embrace. finally, you pulled back slightly so that you could look at him, your eyes meeting his. "yes," you said, your voice shaky with emotion. "yes, i will marry you."
his face lit up, a beautiful smile spreading across it. "yeah?" he asked, his eyes searching yours as if he couldn’t quite believe what you’d just said. "you’re serious?"
you nodded, your own smile growing wider to match his. "yes, i'm serious." you said, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. you leaned in closer, kissing him gently.
he pulled you closer, his hands sliding up your back to hold you against him. he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. it was a mixture of tenderness and desperation, the relief and joy at your answer fueling the intense passion between you.
the air around you felt electric, the heat between you both increasing with every passing second. you were both clinging to each other, your fingers grasping at fabric and skin, needing to feel as much of each other as possible.
suddenly, he picked you up and stood up from the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist whilst you giggled. he walked with you in his arms towards the stairs, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
the walk up the stairs was a blur, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his body against yours. he carried you into the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and pinning you beneath him.
he kissed you again, his body covering yours completely. his hands roamed over your skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. you could feel the hard press of him against you, a subtle yet powerful reminder of how much he wanted you.
he broke the kiss, but his lips didn’t wander far. he moved down towards your neck, kissing and biting gently at the sensitive skin there. you arched into him, your fingers tangling in his hair needingly.
his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you laid out beneath him. he let his hands wander across your exposed skin, tracing over your curves and dips. it was almost reverent, the way his touch glided over you, as if he was worshipping every inch of your body.
you could feel a shiver of pleasure course through you under his touch. every nerve in your body was on fire, wanting and needy for more of him. you reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off of him and discarding it on the floor.
his skin was hot and smooth under your touch, his body firm and strong. you ran your fingers over his chest and stomach, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath your palms. he shivered at the sensation, his hands coming down to grasp at your hips and pull you closer.
his lips found yours again, the kiss deeper this time, hungrier. he nipped at your lower lip before pulling away, his breath coming in short gasps. "i need you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "now."
the urgency in his voice sent a wave of heat through you, pooling low in your stomach. you could feel the same frantic need building inside you, a desperate craving for him that couldn’t be ignored. "then take me," you breathed, your fingers digging into his back.
he didn't need any more encouragement. he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs and throwing them aside. his hands slid back up your thighs, his touch setting your skin on fire.
he positioned himself between your legs, his mouth finding your neck again as he began to kiss and suck at the sensitive skin there. his hands roamed over you, caressing and exploring every inch of you. you could feel the hard press of his arousal against you, the heat and need rolling off of him in waves.
you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and arching into him. his hands went to your hips, holding you in place as he rocked against you, the friction causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips.
his lips left your neck, moving down to your collarbone, then further still to your chest. his tongue traced a line down your sternum, stopping at the valley between your breasts. he looked up at you, the fire in his eyes almost burning with intensity.
you bit your lip as his gaze met yours, feeling even more heat pooling in your core. he moved lower, his lips and hands continuing their exploration of your body. his tongue flicked over your nipple, causing you to gasp and arch into him.
he smiled against your skin, then continued his journey downwards. his mouth traced a trail of kisses down your stomach, his hands moving to spread your thighs wider. you could feel his breath against your skin, the heat and intensity of his gaze making you shiver with anticipation.
he settled himself between your legs, his fingers tracing small circles around your inner thighs, coming teasingly close to where you wanted him most. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "you're so beautiful." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
his words sent a ripple of pleasure through you, your body responding instantly to the sound of his voice. you reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to bring him closer, wanting to feel his touch where you needed it most.
he obliged, his tongue flicking out to taste you. your head fell back against the pillow, your breath catching in your throat at the sensation. he took his time, pleasuring you in slow, languid strokes until you were a quivering mess.
your body was on fire, the pleasure building quickly as he continued to lavish you with attention. your grip on his hair tightened, your hips arching against his mouth, begging without words for more. he hummed against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you.
his hands moved to your hips, holding you in place as he continued his ministrations. you were teetering on the edge, the pressure inside you building to a point where you were sure you would shatter at any moment.
he could sense how close you were, his pace and pressure increasing until you were whimpering and writhing beneath him, your body desperate for release. he lifted his head slightly, his lips grazing your skin. "look at me." he instructed, his voice deep and commanding.
you forced your eyes open, your vision slightly hazy from the pleasure coursing through you. you met his gaze, the raw hunger and desire you saw there making your heart skip a beat.
he held your gaze as he continued to pleasure you, his eyes locked onto yours. his lips curved into a small smile, as if he was enjoying the effect he was having on you. the intensity and intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the connection between you stronger than ever.
the heat and tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter, building to a crescendo that you knew would be your undoing. you gripped onto him, your thighs trembling on either side of him as you felt yourself teetering on the brink.
he seemed to sense how close you were, his movements becoming more focused and intense. his grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "please," you gasped, your voice shaky with need, "i can't take it anymore."
he didn’t let up, his tongue and mouth continuing to work you until you were trembling and breathless. "just let go," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. "i’ve got you. i’m here."
his words were like a trigger, pushing you over the edge. your body convulsed, your vision going white as the most intense orgasm of your life ripped through you. your legs clamped around him, your fingers grasping at whatever they could find.
he stayed with you, holding you through the waves of pleasure that rolled over you. he didn’t let go, his hands gently rubbing your hips and thighs as you slowly came back down. his lips brushed against your skin, soft and tender, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before.
you felt like you were floating, your body and mind blissfully adrift in a sea of pleasure. you could feel his body pressed against yours, his weight a comforting, anchoring presence. you reached down, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up towards you, needing to feel his body closer to yours.
he was more than happy to oblige, his body covering yours once more as his lips met yours in a gentle, almost chaste kiss. he was still hard against you, the evidence of his own need for release pressing hot and heavy between you.
you felt a pang of guilt at the thought of him being left unsatisfied. you pushed against his shoulders, rolling him over and pinning him to the bed.
he looked at you with surprise and a hint of amusement, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. "what are you doing?" he asked, a lazy grin on his face.
you didn’t answer him, instead trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, your hands roaming over his skin. you were determined to return the favor, to bring him the same pleasure he had just given you.
his breathing grew heavier as you continued your journey downwards, your mouth moving over his abs and down to the sharp angle of his hipbones. you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your touch, the anticipation and arousal rolling off of him in waves.
you unbuckled his belt, fumbling with it as you did so. he reached down and helped you with the belt, his eyes dark as he watched you work the buttons of his pants open. he lifted his hips up, allowing you to pull his pants and underwear down, freeing him from the constraints of the fabric. he was hard and leaking pre-cum, the sight of him enough to make your mouth water. you looked up at him, your lips curving into a sly smile.
he chuckled, his hands moving to grip the sheets tightly as if he was bracing himself. "i want you to ride me.” he said, his voice strained with need. you hummed in agreement, positioning yourself over him. you braced your hands on his chest, lifting up slightly so that you were hovering above him.
he reached down, his hands going to your hips and guiding you down onto him. you both let out a moan as he filled you, the sensation almost overwhelming. you started to move, riding him slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him inside you again. his eyes were glued to you, his hands holding onto your hips as you rode him, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
you could feel the tension in his body, his muscles taut and tense as he fought to hold back his own release, wanting to stay with you as long as possible. he shifted himself up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could watch you more closely. his eyes roamed all over your body, taking in every detail, every shiver and twitch.
you could feel his gaze on you, and it only served to heighten the pleasure building inside you. you rode him harder, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders.
his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, his grip almost painful as he struggled to maintain control. the sounds he was making were sinful, the low moans and gasps escaping his lips spurring you on. you could feel the pleasure building inside you, the friction and pressure almost too much.
he cursed under his breath, his head dropping back as the sensations overwhelmed him. "i can't hold on much longer," he panted out, his voice almost a growl.
you didn’t stop, riding him harder and faster, wanting to push him over the edge right along with you. his breathing was coming in harsh, ragged gasps, his body tensing beneath you as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. he reached up, one hand gripping your hair and pulling you down to him, his lips finding yours in a rough, desperate kiss.
his movements became jerky and erratic, the kiss turning into more of a messy clash of teeth and tongue. you could feel him on the brink, the tension coiling tight inside him.
he pulled away from the kiss, his voice was ragged, "i’m gonna-" he didn't get to finish his sentence, his back arching off the bed as he finally let go, his release washing over him in powerful waves. you felt him shudder beneath you, his body trembling with the force of it as he came undone.
you rode him through it, your own body on the brink of release but not quite there yet. his eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he gasped for breath. he looked beautiful, completely undone by pleasure.
you slowed your movements, letting him come down from his orgasm. but you were still on the edge, your body aching for release. he must have realized this because his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. his hands moved to your hips, his grip tight. "keep going," he commanded, his voice gruff.
"i want you to come." he said, his eyes locking onto yours, the intensity in them enough to make your toes curl. hearing those words from him was like fuel to the fire already burning inside you. you nodded, a small whimper escaping your lips.
you began to move again, riding him harder and faster. he held onto your hips, guiding your movements. his eyes were dark, his gaze smoldering as he watched you. the muscles in his jawline were tense, his expression one of pure desire.
you could feel yourself on the very edge now, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. you were whimpering and shaking, your body taut like a bowstring. he could see how close you were and it only seemed to fuel him on. "come for me," he said, his voice little more than a growl.
those words were all you needed. the pleasure exploded inside you, rippling through your body in powerful waves. your back arched, your hands grabbing onto his wrists tightly as you rode out your orgasm. he held onto you, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched you come apart. his grip on your hips was firm, guiding you through the aftershocks until you collapsed on top of him.
both of you were panting and trembling, your bodies slick with sweat. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. you buried your face into his chest, your body feeling boneless and sated.
he stroked your hair, his other hand tracing lazy paths up and down your spine. he held you like that for a few moments, both of you basking in the afterglow. "you're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against the top of your head.
you hummed in agreement, your eyelids feeling heavy as exhaustion started to set in. you were blissfully relaxed, every muscle in your body feeling like it had melted into his.
he shifted beneath you, rolling over so that he was lying on his side and pulling you along with him. he tucked you close against him, his body molding around yours like it was made to fit.
you were cradled in his embrace, your head resting on his chest. you could hear the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear, the sound soothing and calming. his hand continued to stroke your hair, fingers gentle and soothing.
he was quiet for a moment, just holding you, until he spoke again, his voice a quiet rumble. "i love you," he said, his lips pressing a gentle kiss against the top of your head.
hearing him say those words sent a rush of warmth through your chest, filling you with a sense of contentment. "i love you too." you replied, your voice soft and genuine.
he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. you snuggled into his chest, feeling warm and safe and utterly at peace.
you both lay like that for a while, content to just be close to each other. his breathing was steady and deep, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of security. you could feel the last remnants of arousal ebbing away, replaced by a sense of comfort and closeness.
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One For The Road. // Mentor!Alex Turner X FreshSinger!Reader (Smut) Part 1
Prompt: (Age Gap Fic;Fem!Reader) Alex is on an extended hiatus from the band and finds himself wanting to start a studio to recruit new talent. One day, he hears a voice on the radio that captivates him, so he jots down the name and, with that voice stuck in his head, searches for it on Google. When he finds you, you both decide to work together for your growth, setting off a journey filled with new melodies, issues with paparazzi and online exposure, and Alex being completely smitten with his latest discovery and love.
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A/N: The fic was planned in three chapters: before the recognition (fame), during the recognition (fame), and after the recognition (fame).
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Alex felt fulfilled, both physically and emotionally; he didn’t need any additional elements to complete his sense of satisfaction. During the band's extended break, due to various factors like other members' children and James admitting that a break would be beneficial, Alex found himself contemplating new possibilities. Unable to step away from music entirely, he set up a studio and handled other bureaucratic aspects for future artists. This was his way of giving back to an industry that had been so rewarding for him.
He didn’t know much about the artist he was suddenly into, only that sabe was a young girl with a captivating presence. Alex had heard your voice in the car before visiting Miles. It had a numbing effect on him, in a good way, leaving him sitting in the parked car after arriving, gazing out the window and absorbing every word you sang as if they were drops of water in the desert. It was strange, but it was exactly what he needed.
Your voice was raw with potential but still unrefined—you were not bad, just clearly new. The lyrics were sweet and nostalgic, evoking feelings that seemed foreign yet familiar. Alex found your work mature in a way he hadn’t been when he first started making music. He couldn’t picture your face, hair, or preferred style, but your voice lingered in his mind; the breaths, pauses, sometimes resembling soft and failed sighs, were compelling.
After the song ended, he stared at the radio display, waiting for your name to be announced. He quickly grabbed a notebook to jot down before he could forget.
Alex briefly mentioned you during dinner with Miles, running his fingers through his hair absentmindedly. His friend could tell that you had affected him in some way. "Just a girl, huh? How many times have you listened to her songs, Al?" Alex was usually romantic in his descriptions, this time he swore he had been succinct—though he felt he had failed. As the visit was coming to an end, all he could think about was your voice; he had to share you with someone else.
"Not many," he admitted honestly, though it wasn’t very convincing. Miles laughed, indicating he would listen later. His friend's recommendations were always reliable.
Finding you on the internet wasn’t easy. Alex had written down the wrong surname, which delayed his search longer than anticipated. You had no professional recordings, and later Alex discovered that the radio segment he had heard was an exclusive broadcast for new artists. All he found were amateur videos on YouTube of you singing in some pubs, with poor audio quality that didn’t do you justice. He listened to them repeatedly over the next few days.
The videos with better resolution were watched more often, and although Alex feared it might be due to your angelic face, he tried to avoid focusing on the fact that you were younger than him–perhaps more than he could point out. Nevertheless, as he closed his eyes before sleeping, he often imagined you from the video of your channel, wearing that summer wine dress with the straps slightly falling off. He imagined gently adjusting them with his finger, smoothing your hair while your calm eyes followed him. Your head falling affectionately into the caress of his palm and a brief wet kiss to your temple as your eyelashes flutter; not that he thought he would have such an effect on you.
It was indescribable how your voice occupied his mind more than anything else. He found himself humming snippets of your lyrics in the shower, while cooking, every end of the day. When he called Miles the next weeknd, his friend knew exactly what to expect.
You were delicate, and the words flowed from your lips effortlessly. Indeed, the cameras, the analog look, and the audio from the YouTube recordings didn’t do justice to what it was like to experience you live. There were few people, mostly around your age, though some appeared older with their doubtful expressions. It was a pleasant environment.
He watched you from a distance, neither too far nor too close. Wearing a white collared shirt, jeans, and a brown jacket, he kept his sunglasses on even at night to avoid being easily recognized. Occasionally, he slid the glasses down his nose to get a clearer view of you without the lenses.
You held the microphone gently, as if it weighed nothing, intertwining the cord between your fingers and taking small steps across the makeshift, tiny stage. Most people were distracted, but many took a moment to watch and listen to your music. Sometimes your voice faltered, and he noticed your disappointment, but you were so endearing.
You wore white tights and a black dress with a Peter Pan collar; Alex thought it suited you perfectly. He adjusted the edges of his shirt peeking out from under his jacket, a reflex of how your fingers nervously fidgeted with the fabric of your dress on stage. He smiled sweetly, as if hoping you could see and feel encouraged by it. You were doing well.
At the end, which was marked by silence following your thanks, he began clapping, soon joined by everyone else. You tried not to look around too much, not expecting the applause, and Alex was pleased to see you so happy.
You held a glass in your hand, chatting with the guitarist. Alex could easily see himself playing guitar alongside you in that dimly lit place filled with long, whispered conversations that created an intimate atmosphere. The guitarist nudged you, indicating Alex standing in front of you. When you turned, Alex felt his palms sweating and had to hide them in his pockets. You were even more beautiful up close; your posture wasn’t perfectly straight, but he noticed your charming walk and had to avoid smiling.
Alex felt more awkward than a teenager talking to girls, and he wasn’t proud of it. You greeted him with a warm smile, and before he could say anything, he knew you were as warm as you looked. “I enjoyed your performance up there. You sing really well, and the original lyrics are great. You’re very talented.” The compliment came out smoothly because he had practiced it many times. He felt his face flush, knowing he was fully red.
You bit your lips, offering a shy smile and resting your fingers right around the edges of your dress. Alex found this to be an adorable habit of yours. If he could, he would have held your hand and provided some distraction from whatever you were thinking. You thanked him, unsure of what to do or say but sincere nonetheless. When Alex offered a drink, he noticed your hesitation, but there wasn’t anything better for you to do than share a drink with someone who, for reasons you couldn’t quite place, seemed familiar. He was being nice.
“I don’t think anyone has ever come to see me sing so well-dressed,” you said, your eyes sparkling. Alex felt that in a few hours, you’d be more comfortable around him.
Noticing your assessment of his outfit, you could tell it wasn’t cheap; the fabric of his button-up shirt was well-tailored, the collar had a unique design, and the jacket was definitely leather. Not that you knew much about such things, but you didn’t see many like that.
Alex saw you enveloping your hands and didn’t think twice before taking off his jacket and draping it over you. Fingers touched your icy skin and he wished he had noticed sooner. You didn’t resist, your expression showed that you needed it; you merely nodded in thanks. “Don’t you think you deserve it?” Alex hadn’t intended it to sound flirtatious, but he realized it as soon as the words left his mouth. You shook your head, giving a half-hearted laugh.
He considered apologizing, but you continued, “I think it’s nice to think that someone would dress up to see me here, you know? To know that you’d come to see me sing and then anticipate it throughout the day, even considering what outfit would be most suitable or comfortable. It’s kind.” You were much more eloquent than he was, your words flowed naturally.
You sighed in relief, snuggling into the leather and tucking your hands into the long sleeves. Alex felt his chest warm up. You gestured animatedly while speaking, clearly excited, and probably didn’t even notice when your knees brushed together and stayed there in a pleasant touch that made him not want to move. “Well, if it helps, I heard you on the radio the other day and wanted to see you in person.” He breathed between his words, his voice deepening with the pauses.
You nodded, brushing off the compliment, not because you disliked it but because you didn’t want to deal with it. “I like your accent; it makes you sound older than you are.” Your shoulders brushed together, casually but comfortably, a result of your restlessness. There was a brief silence as you both listened to each other’s calm breathing amidst the background noise of drinks.
Maybe the contact was what mattered; Alex hadn’t planned this poorly. Despite his struggle with succinct communication, he explained the record label project, detailing the steps and what could be done if you wanted to pursue something more professional. At some point, you stopped listening to him, your eyes wandering over his dark hair cascading in beautiful waves, the furrow between the eyebrows, his perfectly shaped mouth, and the stubble that was starting to grow. He gestured less than you did, but his large yet delicate hands made him seem like a Christmas ornament, like men in '80s movies or even a younger Al Pacino.
“I’m listening, but I wouldn’t have the money for it; I can’t even afford a guitar. I play in pubs because I can use their instruments; they don’t pay well, and sometimes it’s just beer and food.” You spoke honestly, without bitterness about how it limited your dreams. You had the purity of someone who believed it was for you. Someone bumped into your chair, causing Alex to steady it, which brought your bodies closer together. He could now distinguish the exact color of your eyes and the scent of your hair. His mouth went dry. “That’s my point; you get paid so I can help you get heard and recognized for your work.”
"Did you set up the record label for the girl?" Miles carried a hint of truth, though he knew it was initially Alex’s idea, and you were the final touch that made it happen.
"It’s not like that, she’s really good. You’ll meet her." Alex’s voice carried warmth and anticipation; in a few months, you’d be fully immersed in this with him.
"And does she know what’s going on in your head? Like, the reason for your soft tone and silly grin when you mention her name? I might be wrong, but it doesn’t seem like you’re just thinking of her as a musician, Alex."
He shook his head, as if Miles could see him. "It’s nothing. I just want to help her with this. Besides, I’m not at that stage; we don’t fit in the same place." The idea of putting all that into words hurt a little.
The conversation continued, as if that settled the matter, both on the call and in real life. But Miles’s final words were, "Alex, I’m sure this will hurt her more than it will hurt you; you don't deal well with reason, your feelings will get in the way.”
And though it stung, it might be true—something to consider with concern. But would it really be so bad to spend all that time with you?
You learned who he was and thought it might be a scam, but a simple Google search left you stunned. You clearly knew the band, just not his exact current appearance; it certainly wasn’t like in the “Cornerstone” video, but the more recent ones fit the style of a dad with a six-year-old daughter, which was pleasant. Your friends were happy for you, even if they were as incredulous as you.
“It’s quite big; will more people be coming here?” Your voice echoed through the studio, your fingertips freezing. You’d arrived a few weeks ago and had some singing lessons Alex had arranged with another professional, but from then on, you feared he would be your sole tutor.
“For now, yes, but later there’ll be more people.” You nodded, hands in the pockets of your dress. LA was hot, he was killing you with that air conditioning. He had shown you every corner, you felt quite comfortable; the place had guitars on the wall, basses, and a drum set from that inaccessible brand. You stood in front of him, looking like a lost child, genuinely waiting for what to do next. It took him a moment, but he understood.
“Okay, I didn’t plan this out too well,” he laughed softly. He mentioned having read the songs you sent, even though he had heard them before, now he knew the exact lyrics. “Is it okay if I use the equipment?” Your question was followed by the tips of your fingers touching one of the microphones and holding the headphones, waiting for his response.
“Feel free to use whatever you want, little one.” Your cheeks were warm, making you bite the bottom of them. You looked confused at the buttons; they were just buttons with no informative labels. Alex had forgotten that this was familiar only to him. “Sure, it’s a good idea to get you familiar with everything first, then we can see what to do.” It sounded like a good idea.
The time passed quickly; what took hours, with Alex, seemed like minutes. Sometimes silence would fall over you both, but it was so comfortable. He had a pleasant voice, explaining things as if they weren’t intuitive, and you could visualize them. You liked it. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him, falling into a cute fringe over his eyes, which shone brightly as he spoke and gestured. He wore a suit and a button-up shirt, making no sense given the amount of fabric he was wearing in the LA sun.
“It’s pretty heavy, Turner,” he had given you a red guitar with white detailing, the side bearing his last name. It had clearly been through some battles but was beautiful. Alex found your pronunciation of the “r” endearing, rolled on your tongue and lingering. No one called him that around; it could be your thing. The guitars you had played were lighter, less durable.
“You can play if you want. You can also make it your own; it’s a good idea to get used to a specific one for now.” You listened, wondering why you wanted him to call you “little one” again. You held the strap, looking at the floor. “I don’t know how to play,” your voice was weak, your fingers pressing the strings without making any sound. He nodded, understanding you.
“What don’t you know, little one?” His face was calm, as if it didn’t cross his mind that you might be a fraud. His body was positioned behind yours, and you felt your heart racing; you were sure he could hear it. He placed his hand on the neck of the guitar, adjusting some strings.
What happened was: you would hum melodies, your friends would map out the notes, next you had them with you.
“I only remember my songs, which are few. I memorized them with the help of some friends at the pub.” You didn’t like how that sounded. You stepped back without thinking, bumping into Alex’s firm chest. He held your waist, noticing your nervousness. You still smelled the same as before.
“There’s nothing wrong with that; no one is born knowing. I learned a lot from the first album ‘til now; we can work on that if you want.” You heard the guttural sound he made when speaking slowly in your ear, dangerously close. “Do you want to try something?” he asked, a little before plucking a small segment of one of your songs. Alex had heard it so much that he had memorized the chords. You found it strange but ignored it; controlling your breathing was more complicated.
“I don’t know, Turner,” he laughed, the pleasant nasal sound close, with his blazer rubbing against your bare arms. He took your hands in his, guiding your fingers as he wanted, explaining each string press and brief sound. It took some time, and due to your anxiety, it seemed to take longer than usual.
“It doesn’t seem to sound very good,” you impulsively turned your face to look at him. His eyes, which had been on your hands, moved to your face, and it was closer than you had experienced before. “But it will, you know?” He smiled, his slightly crooked lower teeth noticeable to you, as well as the light beard scars and age lines around his eyes. God, he was so beautiful.
“You’re doing well, lil’ one; you just need to relax and be more patient.” You felt your fingers ache, pulling your hands slightly away from Alex’s. “You trust me a lot.” He noticed the superficial cut, the tips of your fingers bruised a bit, pretty normal, and you seemed quite calm about it. “Shouldn’t you? Trust yourself? I haven’t seen anything in you so far that doesn’t show how good you are at what you do...” The sentence was lost, somewhat unformed, but you wished he would talk about you like that more often. He took your finger, drying it with the edge of his shirt, which had become slightly reddened, and pressed until it stopped. It was hard not to just look at him. Your cold hands made Alex make a mental note that you weren’t a big fan of the air conditioning or that maybe your clothes were too short and thin.
On the same night, before heading back to the hotel, Alex suggested you two could go out to eat together as a way to spend more time talking. Since you’d spent hours at the studio and he hadn’t thought to offer you food or water, he chose a more relaxed place, reminiscent of the pubs where he knew you performed—live music and cozy lighting.
Upon arrival, you felt the chill against your arms. Alex laughed. You hadn’t seen him take off his blazer, but you noticed his attentive gaze as he draped it over your shoulders. It was a comforting relief. “I can control the studio’s temperature, but most places ‘ere are air-conditioned; you’ll end up feeling cold,” he said. You didn’t respond, only pondering whether Alex would always have a jacket or blazer for you if you never wore one. You liked his scent on you and the respectful way he looked at you, you hated that your thoughts were not as innocent.
As you sat across from him, there was little distraction, and you knew it would be a challenging time—more accurately, a journey to be honest, regardless of what happened next. He had loosened more buttons due to the heat. The collar was pressed against his rosy skin, neck chain attached to his sweat, and his eyes were on you, making your stomach flutter. Your foot brushed against his calf under the table, you couldn’t look at him. He smiled pleasantly as usual, the distinctive nasal sound of his laugh remaining soothing, despite the feelings he stirred in you. Your foot found comfort there, resting against him; neither of you moved.
“It smells nice; what is it?” he asked before you put away your pink tube of moisturizer.
“It’s peach,” you replied, sounding a bit excited. You wanted to talk but felt that besides your music, you might not be interesting to him, even though you felt there was something desirable in that; even if you didn't see yourself that way.
“The scent is great; it makes me less tense, Turner,” you said. You took his hand in yours. They were larger and calloused—something your fingers should be. You applied a drop of cream, massaging his hand with focus on each callus and prominent vein.
The sensation was light for him (even for you); your nails brushed against his wrist with a pleasant tickle. Taking your time, you smoothed out the creases in his poorly folded shirt, rebuttoned it, and adjusted the fold to what Alex would consider the perfect height. Your touch was gentle, and there you were, right in front of him, with your shoulders covered by his blazer. He noticed the strap of your dress was a little crooked, but you were nestled in something warm. Alex cherished everything about that realistic snapshot.
When you finished, you noticed his attention was on your face. You smiled slightly, as did he. You were in complete silence, yet every minute counted.
The food arrived shortly, and you didn’t need to question it. He simply whispered a “thank you, little one” to you as you curled into his blazer a bit more. He was hoping it would carry your scent by the end of the night.
The atmosphere remained the same—you both enjoyed each other's company, evident in the unspoken comfort between you. The air felt light in your lungs, yet breathing was easy and relaxed. Alex wasn't particularly hungry, but seeing your bright eyes and inevitable smile with every bite you took, he couldn't help savoring his food as well. You made him feel good; he realized just how true that was.
He gently brushed the corner of your mouth with his clean thumb, wiping away a small smudge. You followed his movement intently, reflexively cleaning the spot afterward. For a brief moment, Alex considered bringing his thumb to his lips out of instinct, but quickly caught himself, realizing the weight of the gesture, and instead wiped it off with a napkin. He thought about apologizing, but feared it would make things awkward.
However, you continued to look at him, your face full of color, the atmosphere just as comfortable and inviting as before. It wasn't a mistake for you; you liked the tingling sensation his touch left on your skin.
The weeks passed effortlessly; neither of you avoided the other. Occasionally, you both made your way down from your rooms together for dinner at the hotel restaurant or to have a drink. Conversations came easily. At first, Alex felt uneasy about how you didn’t smoke during routine activities, which made him uncomfortable for not being able to cut back on the habit himself. However, over time, he grew used to it and eventually stopped smoking around you, finding that he missed it less.
Sometimes, nights at the studio would deliberately stretch late, with Alex fine-tuning guitars that didn’t really need it or you attempting to replicate familiar songs on the drums, under the guise of practice. The truth was, even though you both knew you didn’t truly need each other, you still made an effort to be close to one another, whether in quiet moments or during busier times.
"Y’know, oldie. We moved it all online…” You mentioned it when you opened your eyes and noticed Alex annoyed by the droplets from his hair dripping onto his newspaper.
You couldn't pinpoint where the idea came from, but you understood his priority in not overwhelming you—imagining how a poor work dynamic could fall into the hands of bad journalists. In the end, that led you both to the beach, enjoying the refreshing breeze that made the sun less intense.
Your comment drove him to give up on the newspaper and just look at you. He couldn't look at you casually or quickly, he was getting used to that. Behind his sunglasses and cap, he felt like he was taking advantage by noticing the thin strap of your bikini and the ties and lace that drove him to think of other pieces. He took a deep breath, sinking into the lounge chair, like in romantic comedies that end well. You brushed your knee against his, drawing his attention back to you (yes, you were sharing the only remaining chair meant for couples—neither of you even knew such a thing existed).
Alex quickly realized he was blushing, feeling the heat in his cheeks when he got you had noticed him staring at you. "Do you need sunscreen? I didn't see you apply any yet," you asked, getting ready for your second layer, while Alex hadn’t put on any. "How disgraceful, Turner. You hardly seem like an older man." He rolled his eyes at your amusement.
His hair was tousled by the wind. His face had a radiant glow at you. You put some of it in his hand, and he began to apply it to his sun-kissed cheeks and nose, a bit of it smudging into his hair. You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene, his clumsy hands more likely to smear than spread the lotion properly. "Alright, Tur, let me handle this." You moved closer, your cool fingertips touching his skin and discarding the sunglasses. He caught the scent of peach as it drifted on the breeze, smiling softly as you smiled at him. Your gentle touch grazed his cheeks, finding comfort in the rough texture of his beard, which made you scrunch your nose in a playful smile that turned into a quiet laugh. Letting himself relax, Alex closed his eyes as you smoothed the excess lotion onto his neck. He wished he didn’t enjoy that closeness, but he did, and he had no intention of denying it.
You cleaned the stray strands of hair and lightly traced your thumb up the bridge of his nose, pausing briefly between his eyebrows. Alex sighed in contentment, his lips parting slightly, you felt even more at ease. Before he could open his eyes, you stepped back, slathering more sunscreen into your hands, then pressed your palms against his soft shoulders and just above his chest. He gave you a funny look, but before anything else could happen, you pulled away. "Rub it in," you instructed, noting his slight confusion. "And turn around. I'm going to apply it on your back." Touching his warm, velvety skin felt therapeutic. He shared that same sentiment. Was this how cats felt when they kneaded with their paws? It was just as comforting.
Alex felt the same when his fingers touched your back in return. The silence weighed on him, with only the pulsing of his veins echoing in his ears. Yet, you smiled peacefully, eyes closed and lower lip caught between your teeth as you lay on your stomach. He massaged your skin with sunscreen, convinced that this was a laborious task. Your muscles relaxed under his touch, and he noticed a foolish smile creeping onto his lips.
He gently moved the delicate strap of your bikini aside, making sure to cover every inch, no matter how thin the material was. His palm brushed your hair away from the nape of your neck, and for a long moment, he imagined kissing your sensitive skin, hearing your sighs at a playful bite, letting out the repetitive thoughts that were always about you stuck in his mind. He had memorized your scent, longed to immerse himself in you until your peaches became his, something only he could experience–no one else, not even the stupid boys your age (especially them). He followed the same ritual on your neck, sighing to himself as he acknowledged how addictive your skin was there; you were highly addicted.
"Wait a minute," you murmured, your words drawn out and languid, almost like failed moans that would fade into silence. Your delicate fingers fumbled with his as you pulled the bikini string down, revealing more of your skin, though not in an obscene way. Even though his gaze was heavy in a way that it wasn't entirely clear. Soon, the piece was no longer there, but the view was limited by the way you were lying.
Understanding his place, he lightly rubbed sunscreen over the exposed area, subtly moving down your waist and barely grazing your hips. He felt as if he were touching porcelain, afraid that any poorly thought-out movement might shatter you. He gave your flesh a final gentle squeeze, and your abdomen contracted at the loss, accompanied by a soft murmur. Returning to his position, Alex chuckled to himself as he noticed how you kept your head closer to the towel you used as a pillow, your body not moving a single millimeter. It was then that he realized the process had taken longer than expected, you had fallen asleep.
He pulled his cap down over his face, a bit embarrassed, even though you couldn't see him. Adjusting his sunglasses back in place, he quietly watched you, taking in your calm breathing and relaxed posture. He took his own shirt, wrapping it over you, deciding that you had been in the sun long enough. He didn't touch you, knowing you were still asleep, but couldn't resist briefly brushing his fingertips against his lips and gently moving the strands of hair that covered your face. His gaze sharpened instinctively, and while he knew how to handle it if he were alone, you didn't deserve that side of his life.
It was quick—just a fleeting moment, a feeling of being watched, though he didn't hear any cameras or whispers. He didn't want to risk dismissing the thought, even if he couldn't see anyone nearby. Slowly, yet without hesitation, he gently called your name, softly stroking your arm. You responded by murmuring his name, manipulating a warm and soft sound, making him wonder if you were conscious of his presence or merely dreaming—of him. It took a while, but Alex remained patient until your eyes opened, startled. He then placed the cap on your head, carefully cradling you in his arms, being cautious not to disorient you further as he buttoned his shirt on you, doing so with as little awkwardness as possible. Despite touching your skin, he never once looked anywhere but your face, waiting for your arms to slip into the sleeves until you looked somewhat presentable.
"We're going to walk to the car, alright? It'll be quick," he said, his voice concerned, firm, and reassuring. He knew what he was doing, hoping to minimize the damage. You simply nodded, resting your tired cheek on his shoulder, and he chuckled softly. "Can you put on my sunglasses, please, little one?" You gave a sweet smile, making him internally berate himself for putting you in this situation. He placed the sunglasses on you, guiding your hands with his own, and kept you close. "Shall we? It'll be quick, promise and you can sleep on the way to the hotel, huh?" You appreciated his calm demeanor, respecting your groggy mood after just waking up.
He grabbed your bag, abandoning any attempt to save the newspaper, and drove his hand on the small of your back. Leaning into him for comfort, you felt him hold you tighter. Instinctively, you nuzzled your face into his chest, only to hear him say, "Okay, just don't get too close to her, alright?" His heart pounded against your ear, and you heard the sound of camera clicks. You didn't want to, nor could you, open your eyes. You couldn't make sense of the noise; the person continued taking photos, asking questions, and you couldn't tell if there was more than one of them.
Alex opened the car door, firmly guiding you until you were seated inside. He gently stroked your hair, noticing how visibly shaken you were. He quickly kissed your forehead. It was a brief, hurried gesture, one you wished you had more time to savor. You held onto his arm, unable to speak. "I'll close the door and come around; I'll be right beside you, and we'll head to the hotel, okay?" He was frustrated, angry, but it wasn't directed at you; he didn't want you to see these feelings of his. He should have been more careful, knowing that this was possible even with the band being on a break, but he had been careless.
Once inside the car, with the windows tinted completely black, ensuring no one could see in, he reached for your hand as he started the engine, holding it tightly as you looked at him, dazed, avoiding looking outside. "Does this happen often?" you asked, your voice small. His throat tightened with an irrepressible knot; he hadn’t considered how foreign all this was to you.
Alex’s head throbbed, the furrow between his eyebrows deep with tension. You sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped between your thighs, eyes filled with unshed tears as you looked at him. He had used his connections, calling to inform them of the situation and to request the removal of any photos of you from gossip sites if they had already been posted. He was told on the phone that it would be handled, which confirmed that the images had likely been uploaded.
Alex chose to make the call in the hallway, asking you to go ahead to the room, not wanting you to hear and worry more than you might have already. But as soon as he entered, it was clear you had seen something. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, lost in thought, and guilt washed over him.
"I can listen to you, pretty one," he said, his voice soft, showing a rare vulnerability as he assured you that he was there with you. He wanted to hear you out, to relieve any burden weighing on your shoulders.
"I know this happened because you’re well-known," you replied, swallowing hard as you struggled to find the right words. Alex waited, kneeling in front of you between your legs, his fingers lightly brushing your skin. He didn’t know exactly what to do, but hoped he could offer some comfort. The touch didn’t feel like a mistake—it was a natural act of reassurance, though the proximity made him feel conflicted. Yet, considering the situation, it seemed right.
"I’m really sorry, truly. It was careless of me," he apologized, his tone sincere. You shook your head, gently cupping his face in your hands, pushing his hair back. His warm, caramel eyes focused on you, filled with concern as you teetered on the edge of tears, a feeling he feared he didn’t fully understand.
"Tur, I might sound stupid, but—" You hesitated, then he responded with his usual tenderness, drawing you closer. Your legs wrapped around him, your arms holding him tight. He stroked your hair, helping you find comfort against him. The towel draped over his shoulders—since he had given you his shirt and didn't feel like walking around the hotel shirtless—slipped to the floor, and having his warmth was enough for you.
"If they like the album, which I really hope they do, and with all the pre-album promotion as an artist... I don’t want to sound ungrateful, huh, like, this whole journey with you has been amazing, but is it going to be normal to have so many people talking ‘bout me? Pictures of me without my consent? And comments about my appearance?" You couldn’t look at him, which made it easier for you to speak coherently without feeling embarrassed about opening up.
It was so much to process, and Alex hadn’t considered it from that angle. After all, he was the one who had brought you into this situation, both in the moment and for the long haul. You were young, and he didn’t want you to go through what he had at your age. He could have prevented this, but now you were caught up in it.
He kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, realizing just how intimately right—and wrong—this all felt. It was inevitable, and it shouldn’t have been. He pulled back slightly, only to give in when you tightened your hold, snuggling closer. You took his hand and placed it on your waist, your way of asking him for it to take longer, seeking more of his embrace. He chuckled softly, needing it just as much.
There wasn’t much to say. "I think you know the answer, little one. I wish it wasn’t like this either. I’m sorry for introducin’ you to this.”
Alex’s hands slid up and down your back, gripping the fabric and holding you tightly against him. Your sigh was one of relief, drawn out, so sweet. He cupped your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Your cheeks were damp, and he offered a small, uncomfortable smile.
“It’s okay,” you said weakly, trying to sound more composed than you felt. “It’s not your fault, Turner. I don’t think that, and I don’t regret being here with you. I’m just scared of everything that’s going to come with this, especially since I never really thought about it before.” Your words seemed distant, but even in your emotional state, you were eloquent.
Alex didn’t know exactly what to expect either; things had changed since 2008. He remembered the Humbug era being the worst, with all the attention from MTV. His tongue rested on the roof of his mouth as your fingers found a home at the nape of his neck, gently tugging at the fine hairs, much like you do with the hem of your shirt when you’re anxious. It soothed you. Your eyes lowered to his chest, and you realized it was the first time you’d hugged him this longer, and he was shirtless. You liked everything about it—the warmth and the view you had.
He pulled the collar of your shirt toward him, bringing your face closer until his tiny beard tickled your skin. You looked at him, and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring right into your soul. You were beautiful with your red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Understanding what you were going through, he got you whispering amidst the chaos of finding the right words, “I can’t mess this up, Tur.”
He focused on your words, though he wanted to pull you into him even more, but he resisted, waiting for you to continue. “I want this too, I just don’t want you to think less of me, okay?” Your eyes welled up again, and as soon as you tried to lower your head, he gently lifted it back up, fully aware of what you were trying to convey. “I don’t want you to think I’m like this just because I’m interested in you. I don’t want you to see me as…” You paused, struggling with the words. He simply rested his forehead against yours, holding your face gently in his hands.
“I don’t think anything bad ‘bout you, lil’ one. I’ve never thought that way, and these are just your worries, you got me? Nothing changes the fact that I think you’re talented and competent, huh? That has nothing to do with how I see you as a professional. You don’t have to be afraid of that.” He was firm, his voice louder than usual. You took in every word, noting the roughness of his tone and the space between his lack of manners with sentences. He swallowed hard, his mouth slightly open, and you appreciated how patient he was with you, how well he seemed to understand that you needed this moment. Your fingers tightened on his, and then your lips met his. It was slow, and though you felt like you lacked experience, it was warm. He pulled you closer, every inch of you molding to him.
You started to pull away, embarrassed, feeling like maybe this wasn’t meant for you, but as soon as your lips began to leave his, he tugged your collar, bringing you back for a more urgent kiss, making it clear he had been waiting for this for a long time. You leaned back slightly, but he held you firmly, sensing how your body was softening against him. He chuckled into the kiss, and you felt his velvety tongue against yours, slowly being enveloped by wet, lingering kisses. The taste was salty from tears and the sea, you laughed at the thought of him being seasoned.
You brushed his fringe away, noticing how his cheeks were flushed and his lips swollen. You wanted more. You realized your brain hadn’t fully registered what it felt like to have his beard brushing against your face.
“Was it bad?” you asked, your voice barely audible. You couldn’t help but think about how Alex had been with many other women, while you could count on one hand the people you’d kissed in your life.
“Do you talk when you’re nervous?” His warm breath brushed against your skin, close enough to be unsettling. Before you could answer, he planted soft kisses on your lips, still making a slight sound and lingering just a bit. He tasted of mint, not quite of cigarettes. The tip of his nose grazed yours, and the subtle stubble on his face slid pleasantly against your cheek. When he pulled back, your natural reaction was to lean forward for more, which he didn’t resist, a playful smile on his lips as he let you set the pace. Your fingers seemed made for his hair, and Alex was sure of it. By the end, you were breathless, though he wasn’t quite as much.
“Okay, I need to breathe...through my nose while doing this.” He chuckled, pulling you close for a hug. You felt at ease with him, talking out of nerves, but it was clear it didn’t bother you. He liked that. “It’s not bad at all. It’s actually wonderful, pet.” He touched your nose and cheeks, his fingers tracing every feature, wanting to soak in each detail of you. “You’re beautiful,” he said. You nodded. He struggled to figure out if the way your eyes fluttered when he spoke to you like that was because of his voice or his compliments, yet he was determined to keep drawing those reactions from you.
He ran his calloused fingers up your thigh, stopping at your hips, squeezing them hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders in anticipation as your legs parted briefly, giving him better access and also making the fabric of your shirt give him more of a view. The bottom of your bikini was tight, very tight, leaving a mark on your skin and he ran his fingertips over the spot. You looked at him, thinking about how no one had ever looked at you like that; the mix of desire and actually seeing you as something more than that. You had written about it before, but never experienced it, and so you wondered about the possibility of Alex acting like that because he knew your writing. However, you didn't want to think badly of him, you wanted to enjoy it.
His gaze rose to meet yours, his tongue moistening his lips and the crease between his eyebrows deepening, was it fair that that alone made you wet? He didn't need to say anything, you confirmed what he wanted.
The attention lingered on your face, your heart racing at the serenity of how he undid the ties, getting rid of the piece. You couldn't move, taken by how delicate he was and his eyes on you didn't do the same, even though he didn't fail to contemplate you.
“Turner,” it was like a sob, a tiny sharp. His fingers touched your center, sighing as a way of savoring the moment, then he sank a little deeper, smearing his fingers and spreading them from your entrance to your clit to improve the sensation.
“It's all right, princess, I'm right ‘ere. I've got you, but we've got all the time in the world, so let's be patient, you're with me?" Each word was breathy and soft, difficult for you to string together, but you still repeated his last name in a pleading whisper.
He brushed two of his fingers against you, one of your legs lifting and bending at the knees, he laughed at your reactions but it was adorable, even though he was nothing much but his dark orbs. Respecting your body, he plunged his fingers deeper, sliding in easily. Your body gave in, your hands supporting you back and your moans getting hotter, you felt tighter but it still felt good.
"Relax, lil’ one. You can lie down, everything's fine, huh? You can just relax, no thoughts." His accent, full of patience, so familiar yet made you swallow hard. Alex’s fingers were damp, all along their length, carrying that blissful energy that comes with youth. Certainly, it could be said that you were not so used to that, the gap between doing something and thinking about it was great, given your state you had fantasized about it a few times; maybe you expected something he couldn't give you, but he was there for you.
He felt like an exception, he wasn't so young anymore, but he was acting like one. His fingers slid, you swallowed them completely, until your legs trembled a bit and he pulled back, only to repeat it all over again. He was touching you, getting to know you, and thinking about how he would be tasting your juices on his tongue in a few seconds, getting you ready to have him inside of you without any concern... He throbbed with each glimpse.
He couldn't deny that he had fantasized about you too, how he wanted to corrupt you while you were wearing your usual spaghetti strap dresses, hike them up to your waist and just pull down his pants to take you in the studio, have your voice fade away while instruments were thrown to the floor. He would get heavy, swollen with sensitivity in his underwear when he thought about you from time to time, refusing to do anything that bordered on disrespect, and even if he failed, he followed a ritual in his light groping, looking for relief, without letting himself get there as punishment. He never felt right thinking about you that way, but it seemed like a plausible moment to let himself be reminded of it.
Your eyes were closed, your face to the ceiling, your head pressed into the mattress in agony. You weren't expecting it, but your muscles clenched tighter into the sheets, this was new; you knew what it was, it just had never been like this. There were brief kisses on your wetness, noisy and messy, his hair brushed against your thigh and his hands were firmly on you. You had never seen yourself without thinking about anything, not literally, but your senses only hovered over how to be good for Turner so he could make you feel great.
For Alex, it was better than he remembered imagining. It was hard to breathe when all he could do was focus on keeping going, listening to your sweet whimpers for more. The vivid scent of peach filled his senses, your taste taking over his consciousness, everything felt so good.
He sank his tongue, contracting it hard so that it dissolved inside you and felt in honor how you dripped down the sides of his mouth. He held the edges of your shirt tightly, pushing you closer to him, his nose brushing against your clit while his whole face rubbed all over your folds with desire. Your fingers tightened in his hair, gripping hard as you called out his name, the words barely coherent. You focused on him with a dazed expression, your gaze hazy and unfocused. His face was serene, eyes closed in deep enjoyment, completely immersed in your taste. You shifted a little, although he soon forced you against the mattress so you wouldn't do that, wanting to feel his beard hurt your skin. In fact, boys your age, or at least your experiences, did that very quickly, as an obligation. Alex was not a boy.
"You're so addictive," your throat was dry. Alex hadn't even done half of what he had in mind with you; and you certainly couldn't handle it.
He turned his face away due to your trembling knees, holding your gaze to his. He wanted you to get there, but in another way. Still, he watched you as he pressed only the tips of his fingers on your clit, without movements other than those of your hips. “So smart and charming, is there anything you can't do?” You pulsed, electric current going through your entire body.
You didn't know what to do, your cheeks were burning and you could only moisten your lips, wanting the agonizing knot to disappear.
“Turner,” he laughed, the same nasal sound you loved. It was like a mantra, the repetition of the drawn-out last name coming out of you and the cocky laugh. “Please, I need it, I need you, Tur.”
He nodded, stiff and sore in his shorts, then stood up and pulled them off. He didn’t look in a hurry to you, it gave you a headache, but he was nice to look at; his pale skin, his slim waist, his shoulders red from your scratches and his reddened length. He was hot and well-endowed, good enough to make your mouth water.
"Have you done this before?" His friendly tone made you hate your thoughts, and also question if you actually had. His cheeks were flushed, as were his lips, and he swallowed hard while looking at you. You felt a bit embarrassed. "It's okay if you haven't, princess." You smiled softly, shaking your head. "A few times, but it was never good. But this time, it is." Alex understood; he didn't judge you and never would. He ran his hand through your hair, brushing it away from your face, then gently tugged at the collar of your shirt, pulling it slightly away from your skin. "Are your songs not based on your experiences?" You feared he might think that was a bad thing, but his voice didn't carry any judgment. "No..." You sighed, content with his touch and his body pressed to yours. "I don't think I've ever truly experienced love, at least not directly. But I like writing about how I hope it will be." His eyes were a bit misty, and he nodded. He found that meaning beautiful; it was a perspective he hadn't considered before. He didn't feel so distant from that, since he wrote about things he'd witnessed. "It's beautiful. You do it really well.”
He opened the buttons, one by one, taking his time. He revealed your body to him little by little, admiring your collarbone, the curve of your breasts and stomach. His lips touched every nuance, leaving a wet trail and a bite on the flesh below your perky nipple. You writhed with a shrill noise, your legs clinging to him, ready to feel him as he brushed against your thigh. Alex also moaned every now and then, much more restrained and full-bodied, so hoarse.
He held your face to him, preventing you from turning away. The weight of his body felt good, everything about Alex felt like being enveloped in calm; even though you didn't expect calm at that moment. He opened his mouth, perhaps as thirsty as you were, his tongue on the roof of his mouth, staring at you. Slow and precise, you had your muscles soften as he got warm and tight inside you. You swallowed greedily, wet as never before, taking every inch of him.
“Good pet, good girl.” You held onto him tighter, your eyes watering. He held your head, snuggling you close to him. "You're doing great, you're such a good girl, right? Focus on how I'm inside you, filling you to the brim, can you feel me, lil’ one?” He was hoarser, unavoidable not to pay attention. His voice really calmed you down, making it work, your legs rested slowly and you noticed he was more comfortable in you; fitting better.
He held your hand on top of your head, intertwining your fingers, letting you squeeze tightly. Your body rocked on the bed with the rhythm of his hips, the movement was slow, he let his entire length come out of you like that and then pressed harder so you could accommodate him all the way into your lower tummy. It was good, warm, it made you think of more and more until you felt your belly tingle. Alex had a prominent crease, his pink lips parted and he gasped along with you every time your bones collided. Unable to hold back, he sped up, letting you whisper a painful, "Thank you," which made him release your hand, gripping your wrist violently as his forehead fell onto your shoulder. You stained the back of his neck with bruises, wanting your fist to come out the same way.
Your hot breath came in short gasps, you tried to be coherent in shyly mumbling that he could come inside you; wanting to have him fill you to the last drop until you were exhausted. Which wouldn't be a problem, you took your precautions up to date.
The intensity of his body on yours was growing, similar to the arrival of guitar solos in a chorus; you had to close your eyes, really paying attention to how your walls squeezed him inside you. Your firm thighs around him, added to the strength with which he thrusted you, caused friction on your clit and you were becoming aware of your limits. You felt Alex hug you again, delicate arms around you, wetting your shirt in soft moans as he filled you warmly. The sensation, the noise, everything connected made you relieve yourself too, in a relaxation of having both liquids mixing, ready to run out of you. He slowed down, keeping the same ritual, making you feel your thighs sticky until he realized you were getting too sensitive with tears filling your pretty eyes, and it was better to stop.
There was the familiar, comfortable silence that always settled between you two, both of you immersed in each other's presence. The embrace was gentle yet firm. He was comfy, still inside you, pulsing a bit, but good. His hand moved in meaningful circles on your back, and you mirrored the motion on his arm. His hair was a mess, and you imagined yours probably was too. His swollen lips drew in air as before, making you contemplate the way his tongue rested against the roof of his mouth.
"Can you lick me, Tur?" You asked comfortably given the situation, feeling good all over his touch.
He ran his hand over your chin, looking at you, not finding it bad. You hesitated when you asked, but it seemed inevitable. He moistened his lips, touching the tip of his tongue to your mouth, right on the lower one, holding your face firmly and doing what you said. The velvety, wet touch ran down your lip and into your mouth, which made you smile slightly, holding him for a kiss. It was good, you had imagined that. He sucked your lip to himself, in a somewhat messy act of saliva, and you wanted to do it more often.
“You good?” It was a genuine intimacy, right after a few minutes of nothing but the pure sound of his heartbeat echoing in your ear. You couldn’t help but wonder if this would affect how professional he thought you were—after all, he was your mentor—but you didn’t want to bring that up now. Similarly, feeling the way his shirt clung to your body, brushing against his skin and stealing your scent, he wondered the same thing, afraid you might truly believe you weren’t talented enough due to the internet and that this had only made things worse in your mind. Yet, he didn’t know what to say; the silence felt safe. "I’m okay, Tur. Tired, but I don’t want to think about songs, albums, or what we’ll do in an hour right now." You nestled closer to him, kissing his cheek softly, then his neck. Your voice was laced with tears, and he wasn’t sure if it was about what happened minutes ago or the issue with the paparazzi, but he understood that you were vulnerable. He felt guilty, still processing everything. "I’m not going to leave you, little one. I’ll be ‘ere, to deal with this and remind you how good you are." He whispered into your hair that smelled of peaches. You believed him, and he made you see a future in all of this.
You could have him on the cover of your album.
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doctor-dusk · 3 months ago
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𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.
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the best way to sort things out with your teacher.
warnings: oral and fingering (f receiving), age gap (not mentioned), a bit of angst, fluff too. 
word count: 4.5k
part. 1
for those who were waiting (a total of three people lol), part 2 is finally here. sorry for the delay, i really had a hard time finishing it, so i'm sorry if it sucks :')
one week has passed since mr. turner was at your apartment.
and in the meantime, you only saw him once on campus. 
he was like a shadow of a rat, sneaking through the rooms and holes, scared of being caught. 
yeah, scared. who ever thought that such a self-confident teacher could act like this?
as long as he hates to admit, he was acting like a fucking rat. he didn't want to look at you, didn't want to fall in temptation again. he didn’t want to see how hurt you were that he was ignoring you like this. 
oh, and how hurt you were. 
on the one hand, you understood. you knew it was wrong, that it was unconventional. but it happened. and you couldn't shake his image no matter how many times you tried. just as you couldn't help but look for him either. 
the only time you saw him during the week, right before you had a class with him, was when you were at the campus cafeteria. you were drinking some macchiato and reading an article.
you were so distracted that you didn't even notice that a few meters away, outside the cafeteria, exactly in the middle of an intersection between one corridor and another, he was looking at you. 
surreptitiously, obviously. especially because he couldn't keep his gaze fixed because one of his colleagues was talking to him. he nodded, looked at her and exchanged a few words about what he had understood. but his eyes always stopped on you.
oh, such a dickhead. 
“so, what are you doing next weekend, al?" she asked him, watching him shake his head.
“not sure. maybe rewatch breaking bad or something.” he shrugged, turner didn't really like making plans for the weekend, precisely because he liked the idea of ​​staying at home.
“phew, so boring.” she answered him. he looked away, seeing the exact moment you looked around a little, which forced him to look back at his colleague. “tell you what, my cousin is coming to spend a few days here, doing some tourism in the city, etc. we can arrange a dinner, i think you'll like her.”
“i don’t know, lilian.’’ he simply responded. he wasn't very interested.
''c’mon, al. you've been divorced for a long time, it's time for you to find someone else.''
alex knew that lilian didn't say that out of spite. she just worried about him being alone. i mean, single. it didn't mean he wasn't capable of getting someone for one-night stand and leave without having to report back the next day. oh, that happened often.
‘’i’m fine, thanks for your concern.’’ he forced a smile. he didn’t want to be rude to her. 
and even if he went to a possible dinner, met her cousin, maybe they could fuck later in his flat, would that be enough?
would he want to wake up next to her the next morning? would he want to make her breakfast, or take her for a walk in the park? would he be slowly dying just to see her again? would he look every corner possible looking for her just to catch a glimpse of her walking?
he didn't think so. he knew better.
‘’but i'll think about it, alright? i'll let you know if i change my mind.’’ he replied again.
‘’we’ve been here before.’’ she laughed through her nose, patting his shoulder. it wasn’t the first time that alex said it. and he rarely changed his mind. ‘’but think about it, she seems like enough fun for you.’’
he gave a nod, excusing himself right after, saying he had to be in class now.
on the other side, you looked around once more. you didn’t know exactly what you were looking for. maybe your mind was so dizzy that you were having a hard time paying attention to what you were reading. it was already the third time you were reading that same paragraph.
and then, you saw him. 
walking down the hallway as if in a hurry. fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the brown leather briefcase. his fluffy hair was a bit messy, but it wasn't like he needed to fix it. in fact, it suited him.
he looked thoughtful. in fact, he always seemed that way. as if he was always caught in a chain of thoughts, always serious and methodical. but you were still able to see some softness amid the hard lines of expression on that face.
you followed him with your eyes, hoping he would look back at you, even if it was for a millisecond. you wanted that adrenaline rush from those ebony eyes in your direction, wanted to feel that warmth as if your body was on fire from the inside out. you just wanted his attention. you just wanted him.
but no, he didn't look back at you. 
he fought until the last second. he didn't want to give you hope. or give himself some hope. he couldn’t.
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and there you are. on his class. sitting on your usual spot.
turner didn't bother to prepare an elaborate class. he wasn't in the mood for that. all he did was explain the topic in twenty minutes and ask the class to write an essay, pretending to be busy scribbling on some assessment tests he had in his briefcase.
the whole class remained like this, glancing when the other wasn't looking. he really tried not to look up at you, but it was difficult. you had his eyes on you the whole time, so it wouldn’t be any different now.
class ended early. turner dismissed the class and got up to erase what he wrote on the board. he heard the footsteps towards the door, some ‘’until next time’’ of some students, who he responded to by saying the same thing, or just with a nod.
but somehow, he knew you're still there. he felt your presence there, like something stuck in his teeth.
and indeed you were there. you hadn't moved a muscle since you put your stuff in your backpack, just waiting for the classroom to be empty so you could have a moment with him or try to have one. you wanted to understand, at least.
‘’class is over, miss.’’ he said, still with his back to you, finishing erasing the board.
‘’why are you ignoring me?’’ you asked directly, your eyes were staring at your hands in your lap, but lifted when you saw that he stopped erasing the board.
‘’i'm not ignoring ya'. we're talking now, aren't we?’’ he replied and felt like punching himself in the face. why didn't he know how to give you a normal answer? an answer you deserve.
‘’you know what i'm talking about. you... walked away.’’ you said, seeing him turn to look at you. for the first time he had the courage to look at you. he felt melancholy and longing when looking at you.
he was silent for a moment. he didn't want it to be like this. he felt he was to blame for this. and he could barely bear to see the look in your eyes.
‘’i'm sorry, darling. i didn't mean to.’’ he said, leaning his lower back on the edge of his desk. ‘’i'm just…’’
you stood up when you saw he was struggling with his own words. you take a few steps, getting in front of him. oh, how you miss this closeness.
‘’you just what?’’ you asked. you didn't want to pressure him, but you wanted to understand why he was running away. ‘’i know that wasn't the most ethical thing in the world, but…’’
‘’it wasn't, but it was good. i liked it, i really liked it.’’ he said, feeling his saliva go down his throat like needles. you felt your heart beating like a drum. ‘’but…’’ 
he looked down, avoiding your gaze, but you cupped his face with your hands, it was like your hands were made to fit in there. the bone structure of his face was perfect. you made him look at you, feeling his hands close around your wrists, but it wasn't like he was going to pull you away. he loved your touch, how soft your skin was.
‘’you don't need to be nervous. we can talk about this. i just want to understand you and what you're feeling.’’
he felt frozen in place. maybe because he had never thought he would come across something like this, especially with you. he felt vulnerable, but he felt comfortable with you. he felt safe.
‘’i don't think this is the best place to talk about this.’’ he murmured, his thumbs tracing circles on your wrists, his touch as soft as a piano note.
you nodded. someone might come through the open door and check on you both. it was a bit risky. but you needed to sort it out. it was killing you inside. 
“i can come to your place if you want. at 7pm. maybe 8pm.” he said when he noticed that you were silent for too long. 
you kept silent for a little more. you were afraid he was lying. that he was just saying this so you would let him go, and ultimately you would be left waiting for a knock on your door that will never come.
“i want to solve this as much as you do." he said when he noticed your hesitation, rubbing his thumbs on your wrists again, his touch was very smooth. “i'll be there, darlin’. i promise.”
“okay.” you smiled softly, your fingers rubbed his jaw one last time before pulling away. you wanted to kiss him, but it doesn't feel right at the moment. 
you picked up your backpack, looking at him one last time before leaving the classroom, making sure he looked at you until the moment you disappeared from his field of vision.
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it was already past 8pm. turner simply hated tuesdays because he was limited to spending the entire day on campus, including at night when he had to teach a single class to an extra class.
and more than that, he hated the idea of ​​making you wait when he promised you he would be there.
he was racing against time, hoping you hadn’t given up. and well, no matter how late it was, you were still there, glancing at your door while pretending to be entertained by an old western movie. still clinging to the slightest hope that he would show up.
and when you heard the four knocks on your door, everything seemed to disappear. your feet acted on automatic, running to the door before he could even think of a way to apologize. you opened the door, finally seeing him there in front of you, a sight for sore eyes. like always.
he took a moment to absorb the relief at seeing that you were willing to see him before opening his mouth to say something.
‘’listen, i’m so sorry-’’
you didn't let him finish, clashing your lips against his with a voracity that even you didn't know where it came from, your mind wasn't acting with all its sanity. but who said you had sanity around him?
without thinking twice, he deepened the kiss, kissing you gently, almost reverently, moving his lips against yours in a slow move while your hands cupped his face, feeling his short beard tickling your palms, but you liked that feeling. you parted the kiss, for a moment thinking that this wasn't a good idea at first.
‘’i'm sorry, i... couldn’t help it-’’
he interrupted you, kissing you again, his lips parting so he could slide his tongue into your mouth in a deep, almost sensual way. his kiss tasted like black coffee, just like you already imagined. one of his hands resting on the back of your head while the other rested on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him. it was like you were some kind of addiction he didn’t know he had. or he knew, but he didn't want to admit it out loud.
‘’class took longer than expected, i didn't meant to make you wait.’’ he said after breaking the kiss, his breath coming out in soft pants as your hand reached for the door for you to close it with a light push.
‘’but you're here, aren't you?’’ you let out a shy, maybe a pathetic smile for thinking about it. you had him there with you, the man who invaded your most erotic dreams and made you think about things that you would never say out loud, not even to your best friend.
“i am.” 
another kiss unfolded, you didn't care what you needed to talk about, if you had something to work out. all you thought about was him, how enveloping his kiss was and how his hands seemed to touch you in the right places as if he knew you like the back of his hand.
you walked backwards, still trapped and intoxicated in the kiss, feeling your back touching the arm of the sofa, making you stumble gently.
‘’sorry, i should learn to control myself.’’ he said, scrunching his nose, but you shook your head.
‘’i don't want you to control yourself, believe me.’’ you said, letting your thumb slide over his jawline. such a perfect jawline, could cut diamonds.
he looked at you, a slight smile appeared on his lips. somehow, he liked what you said. the way you said. 
“you sure?” he asked, his hands finding your hips, his fingers feeling the smooth fabric of your dress. he was dying to be able to touch you, feel you, taste you. but he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to.
you nodded, moving your hands up to the back of his neck, feeling the fluffy and silky strands of his hair tangling on your fingers when you pulled him back to another kiss. now your tongue was more eager to explore the depths of his mouth, bringing him closer to you, molding your bodies as you felt like you’re slowly laying down on your couch with his body hovering above yours.
his breath was ragged when you felt his kiss moving to the corner of your mouth, trailing down to your jaw and neck, making you shiver from head to toe, your eyes closed immediately as he spread wet kisses along the length of your neck. he nibbled softly, as if he was afraid to use his mouth.
‘’you can do it, you know.’’ you whispered to him, letting him know that he could mark your skin if he wanted to.
‘’i was afraid you wouldn't let me.’’ he answered, letting his warm tongue lick your skin, making you let out a soft groan. ‘’your skin is so soft, i really don't want to leave marks that you'll need to use two liters of concealer to hide.’’
you chuckled, your hand moved to the nape of his neck so you could look at him.
‘’don't worry about it. i've been waiting for this for too long to care about hiding it.’’ you replied, feeling your cheeks flushing from admitting it out loud to him.
his heart beat faster, his mouth went slightly dry as he looked at you, as if somehow, he was searching for the sincerity in your eyes. then, he smiled.
‘’so can i continue?’’ he asked, shifting his body a bit, his knees resting on the floor, both of his hands resting on your sides, feeling your curves. you nodded, biting your lip slightly as he went back to kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone. he wanted to take his time with you, to taste you enough so that he could feel your sweet taste for days in his mouth.
you were so intoxicated, so inert and deeply focused on feeling his touches and kisses that you didn't even realize his head was right between your legs, his hands caressing your thighs, but without invading under your dress. as much as he wanted to ravish you there, he wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with him.
''can i?'' he asked, his eyes looking up at you, almost in a pleading way. if you weren't thirsty for him, you would have a mental breakdown seeing that man on his knees between your legs, practically begging to eat you out.
you not only agreed, but also shifted your body a little, your hands going to your hips so your fingers tugged the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. he watched your every move, as if he were mesmerized by the sight of you taking off your panties, throwing them aside. well, in fact, he was mesmerized.
his kisses started on your left knee, building the anticipation for both of you. the kisses slowly moved further up, reaching your inner thigh, he loved feeling how warm your skin was and how you shivered with each little ministration of his.
and oh, how you were looking forward to this. your fingers tightened the hem of your dress, trying to dispel your nervousness, and of course it didn't go unnoticed by him. he knew how to read you so well, it was almost ridiculous.
‘’are you alright?’’ he asked, his cheek resting on your thigh, his eyes searching for yours. he could already feel your scent filling his nostrils, but he was more concerned with your comfort.
‘’yeah, i'm just…’’  you muttered, pressing your lips together, trying to think of how to explain it to him. but he already knew.
‘’i know, baby. i know.’’ he smiled gently, his hands reaching yours, covering your closed fists, his thumbs making an almost invisible caress. ‘’i'll be gentle, i promise. i just want to make you feel good.’’
you felt happy. relieved, actually. he was being understanding, he would never want to do something you didn't want to do. he was willing to go at your pace, to let you know how much you were desired by him in the slowest and most sensual way possible. his hands that were on yours tightened a little, moving up a little so that you could raise the hem of your dress since your fingers were tightening the fabric of the dress. slowly, your skin was being exposed to him, your body was heating up more as his eyes memorized that part of you that was always covered by your clothes.
his hands moved to your inner thighs, silently forcing you to open your legs a little more for him as he returned to kissing your thigh, moving closer and closer to your center to the point where you felt his hot breath against your sensitive skin, making you clench around nothing already.
when his lips reached your throbbing and needy cunt, it felt like heaven. you were soaking wet, and he couldn't control himself, his tongue sticking out to taste you, licking your slit from bottom to top, from your dripping entrance to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking it gently.
‘’taste so fucking good.’’ he hummed, more to himself than to you. he was dying to taste you, to have you like this, so he wanted to enjoy you like you were a banquet and he was a starving man.
he eats you out slowly, paying attention to your every reaction as his eyes look up, searching your face. but you had your head thrown back, your eyes closed so tightly that it took you a while to get your vision focused when you opened them again to look at him. 
‘’m-mr. turner…’’ you tried to say, your voice comes out as a meow, begging for more.
‘’shhh, it's okay. you taste so good, can't believe i had to wait so long for this.’’ he mumbled again, bringing his thumb to your clit, feeling it pulsing against his digit, circling gently as his tongue lapped your wet folds.
in no time, you're a babbling mess, mumbling incomprehensible words that he was loving to hear, as long as he knew you're enjoying yourself, and better yet, that he was the one who was making you feel this way. your right leg moved a bit, your calf resting on his shoulder as he simply devoured you, alternating between sucking, biting and licking, gathering your juices.
he moved his hand, his thumb still pressed on your swollen clit, but now his fingers threatened to invade your entrance, his mouth sucked the sensitive skin of your groin as you writhed in pleasure on the couch in your living room. his middle finger entered you with immense ease, sliding in and filling you until you felt the knuckle of his hand pressing against you. you could feel his finger going back and forth at a considerable speed, but you wanted more. so much more.
‘’one more?’’ he asked you, feeling your hand on the back of his head. you nodded eagerly, feeling your walls contracting when he added his ring finger, now both pumping in and out of you, curling up, massaging that spongy spot that makes you roll your eyes because of the pleasure.
he moved up, yearning to feel your lips against his, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans as he felt himself getting harder inside his pants, listening to your cries mixed with the squishy sound your pussy made as his fingers moved in an intense rhythm.
‘’you're so beautiful, so beautiful…’’ he whispered to you, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, feeling the salty taste of the tear you let out as you were feeling so much pleasure it was almost unbearable.
‘’i’m close…’’ you whispered to him, your eyes locking with his as he nodded, keeping up the pace. your words really moved him. having you so completely surrendered to him is better than any thought he could ever imagine. his thumb worked relentlessly on your clit, not slowing down until you're totally satisfied.
‘’yeah, let go for me, princess, let me feel you.’’ he encouraged you, kissing just below your ear. all of this pushed you to the edge, your hips bucking up as you clenched hard around his fingers, a few strangled moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth as you came on his fingers, milking his digits like the purest nectar.
he kept pumping his fingers really slowly this time, letting you come down from your high as your breathing returned to normal and you blinked a few times to get your bearings. you've never felt this good before. he touched you and made you feel things you never imagined you could feel.
‘’are you okay, angel?’’ he asked silently, hoping he hadn't hurt you or overwhelmed you too much.
‘’yeah, yeah... i'm feeling so good.’’ you smiled lazily to him, watching the fingers of his free hand brush a few strands of hair from your forehead, your cheeks were as red as a tomato. but oh, you're really feeling so good.
he slowly withdrew his fingers, your sore cunt gaping around nothing. he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you on his tongue as if he didn't want to miss a thing.
‘’is it that good?’’ you chuckled as he hummed and licked his fingers clear.
‘’dear lord, you don't know how much. i could keep my face buried in your pussy all day.’’ he chuckled. you liked his contrast between being respectful, but completely unfiltered in his words.
you laughed, your legs were too limp for you to move, so he carefully moved to the side, joining you on the couch. his lips were still glistening with your wetness.
‘’can i... return the favor?’’ you asked him, watching his eyes move to look down at you.
‘’you look too wrecked now. we can save this for another day, hm?’’ he suggested. he was hard, holding on as long as possible.
‘’but i want you to feel good too.’’ you replied and he smiled, touched that you think of his pleasure too. his hand moved to your face, his fingers squeezed your cheeks, making you pout.
‘’i already feel good with you like this. don't worry about me. we have time for this.’’ he reassured you. you smiled softly.
‘’do we?’’ you asked, your eyes flickered with hope. this meant he was implying that you would continue what you had. whatever it was.
‘’i mean... if you want it too.’’ he muttered, somehow feeling insecure about not knowing if you were on the same page as him. suddenly, he remembered why he had run away from you before. you saw his expression change, taking his hand on yours. ‘’i'm sorry. i just... as long as i want it, i don't want to.’’
‘’why not?’’ you asked him, seeing him avoiding your gaze.
‘’i don't want to ruin you. to… you know. you're young and i don't want to ruin your life.’’ he said, for the first time letting his insecurities show. he felt like he could be honest with you. he needed to. ‘’you have your whole life ahead of you, places to go, people to see. you don't want to be tied down to an old divorced professor like me.’’
you blinked a few times, letting his words sinking inside your mind. and then, you smiled at him, feeling that you had gained a little more strength to sit next to him, your shoulders touching.
‘’silly.’’ you called him out, making him look at you. ‘’i've been wanting you for so long. i don't care if it's going to 'ruin' me. i want it too. i want to live this with you, for as long as we're allowed.'' you answered him in whisper, as if it was a secret you were sharing. 
‘’i just think i'm a little too messy for you.’’ he admitted, feeling you running your thumb on his face, your skin brushing against the little bag under his eye.
‘’don't worry, i'm a little messy too. we can live with it.’’ you reassured him, making him let out a humorless laugh. he smiled to you, his lips brushing against yours softly as he held you close.
you stayed there for a long time. longer than you could count. you were so comfortable in his presence that you couldn't help but fall asleep, feeling his fingers massaging your scalp in a delicate, almost reverent way.
when he looked at his wristwatch, it was late. really late. he wished he could stay, but he knew he couldn't, at least not now. he also didn't know if you would want him to stay. very carefully, he moved his body away, being meticulous so as not to wake you. he saw a folded blanket on the armchair next to the sofa, unfolding it and covering you carefully so you wouldn't feel cold.
he watched you sleep for a while longer, his heart heaving at having to leave you, but at the same time fluttering at seeing you so serene, at knowing that he had you, even if it was only for a short time. he gave you a kiss on the forehead, his lips lingering for a little while before he slowly pulled away.
and then, he was gone.
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arabe11as · 2 months ago
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warnings: smut, MDNI, drunk alex, female reader x
coming down by the weeknd x why’d you only call me when your high?
Around midnight, Alex’s texts trailed off—he mentioned he was heading to a bar just a few streets away, and you figured that was the last you’d hear from him for the night.
By 3 a.m., you were finally starting to wind down, your eyes heavy as you sank into bed. Just as you were on the edge of sleep, your phone lit up, vibrating non-stop. One text after another from Alex flooded your screen, pulling you back from the brink of sleep.
hi
are you awake?
i know it’s late i’m sorry
can i come over?
y/n?
Before you could even register what his messages were saying, your phone started to ring. Alex’s name flashed on the screen, and you groaned out loud, swiping to answer.
“What, Alex?” you asked, rubbing your temple.
“Hi,” he slurred. Of course, he was drunk.
“What do you want?” you asked, already tired of this conversation.
“You,” he replied, his voice thick with alcohol.
“Oh, Jesus.” You sighed, trying to push the irritation out of your tone. “Alex, it’s 3 a.m. Go home.”
“But I’m all alone, Y/N. Can I come over?” he asked, the desperation clear.
You already knew where this was going. Alex gets drunk, shows up, you hook up, and then he’s gone by morning. It was a stupid routine, one you weren’t in the mood for tonight. You knew he didn’t want anything real with you, but that didn’t stop you from feeling something for him, and that just made it worse.
“Alex, I’m not really in the mood,” you said, hoping he’d take the hint.
“Okay, okay, we can—we can just talk?” he offered, slurring even more now.
“Where are you?” you asked, feeling a knot of suspicion forming in your stomach.
“Outside your house,” he said casually.
“What??” You shot up from bed, heart racing, and before you could process it, the doorbell rang. You groaned, louder this time.
“Y/N!” Alex’s voice echoed through the letterbox.
“God, no,” you muttered under your breath, rushing downstairs. You prayed your neighbors wouldn’t wake up as you threw on something decent, bracing yourself for whatever drunken mess awaited at the door.
You opened the door, and there he was, leaning on the frame in his leather jacket, a sloppy grin on his face. “Hello, lovely,” he slurred, grinning like he hadn’t just woken you up at 3 a.m.
You rolled your eyes. “May I come in?” he asked, swaying a bit.
“What did I say on the phone, Al?” you reminded him.
“You said no,” he pouted, his lip sticking out like a kid who didn’t get his way.
“And what does that mean?” you teased, pretending like he didn’t understand.
“It means let me in,” he whined, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.
You sighed, rolling your eyes again. As much as you didn’t want to, you stepped aside and let him in. He stood by the door, smiling at you, the strong smell of whiskey and cigarettes filling the room.
“How many have you had?” you asked, half laughing, half annoyed.
“Enough,” he grinned, trying to sound smooth.
He leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped him, gently holding his face. “I mean what I said, Alex,” you whispered, kissing his cheek instead before walking away. He stayed by the door, looking lost as you left the room.
You headed into the kitchen to grab him a glass of water while he collapsed onto the sofa in the living room. When you came back, you nudged his foot with yours. “Move,” you smiled, seeing him stretched out, taking up the whole couch. He sat up, and you handed him the water before sitting next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest.
“I wish you wouldn’t slick your hair back like that,” you teased, tucking a loose strand behind his ear that had fallen over his face.
“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop,” he said with a lopsided smile.
“Whatever,” you smiled back, shaking your head acting like he didn’t just make your stomach flutter.
He set the water down, looking over at you. “Are you really not in the mood?” he asked, his voice softer now.
“No, sorry, Al,” you said, giving him a fake smile.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry I’m only here when… you know…” he trailed off, avoiding your eyes.
“Yeah,” you sighed, understanding what he meant. It was always like this.
“This is the only thing you’ll do with me,” he mumbled, the words slurring a bit, his face clouded with something sadder.
“What?” you asked, confused.
“Sex. It’s the only thing you wanna do with me,” he frowned, his eyes downcast, like he’d been holding that in for a while.
“Who the fuck said that?” you asked, eyebrows raised.
“No one! Me,” Alex said quickly, placing a hand on your leg, like he needed some excuse to touch you. “I just feel like you only want me when I’m… under the influence.”
“Why do you think that?” you asked, trying to make sense of where this was coming from.
“You never call or text me after we do anything…” he muttered, looking down like it was some shameful secret.
“Yeah, because I think you only want me when you’re drunk or high,” you admitted, feeling a knot form in your chest as you said it out loud.
“I don’t!” he blurted, stumbling over his words. “I wanna—fuck, I’m sorry. I wanna see you all the time. I just thought you only wanted me when I was drunk or high.” He looked at you, a bit more sober in his eyes now, like he’d been carrying that thought around for a while.
“I’m sorry I come off like that. I don’t mean to,” he admitted, staring into your eyes with those big, soft brown eyes of his.
“I hate it when you leave in the morning,” you whispered, feeling more vulnerable than you intended to.
“I know, love. I’m sorry. I wanna stay, I really do,” he whispered back, his face inching closer, his hand slowly trailing up your thigh, sending a shiver through you.
“Then stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“For as long as I like?” he asked, his lips hovering near yours.
“How long’s that?” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
“Forever? If you’ll have me,” he said with a smile that made your heart skip.
“I’ll have you,” you smiled back, finally leaning in and pressing your lips to his, the kiss soft but full of all the words neither of you had been able to say.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you could taste the whiskey on him. "I'm sorry you said you weren't in the mood," he murmured, pulling away carefully, not wanting to push you.
You momentarily forgot you'd said that, realizing you'd kind of lied to yourself. You straddled his lap, feeling bold. "You have an effect, Alex..." you whispered, pushing off his leather jacket, leaving him in a dark T-shirt that complemented him VERY well.
He smiled and stood up from the sofa, your legs wrapped around his waist. He almost lost his balance, making both of you laugh. "You're so pissed," you giggled, enjoying the moment.
"Shut up, you twat," he laughed, leaning in to kiss you again as he carried you toward your bedroom.
He gently placed you onto the bed, keeping the kiss going. But as you pulled away, a wave of worry hit you—was this just him talking nonsense because he was drunk?
He noticed the concern etched on your face and cupped your cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he saw your worried look grow stronger.
“Hey, Y/N… are you okay?”
You nodded, but he could tell you weren’t entirely convinced. “Talk to me, love,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently.
“You’re drunk,” you said softly.
“I’m not drunk now,” he replied, his gaze steady. “I’ll be here when you wake up, Y/N. I promise.” He pressed his lips to yours again, his voice sincere. “I promise. We don’t have to do anything.” He said it softly, reassuringly, and you felt a little of the tension ease away.
"No, I want to. Please," you whispered, laying back with him settling between your legs.
"Please, Al," you practically begged, pulling off his T-shirt, your heart racing.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice low.
"You. Make me yours, please, Alex," you moaned, the urgency in your voice clear.
He slid down your panties and unbuckled his belt, slipping inside you, making you gasp at the sensation.
"Al-" you began, but his lips cut you off as they crashed against yours.
"Fucking hell," he groaned, the sound deep and primal. "You're such a good girl," he whispered in your ear, knowing how much you loved it when he said that.
He lifted your wrists above your head, pinning them gently but firmly against the bed.
"Alex," you moaned, lost in the moment.
"I love hearing you moan my name," he said, kissing your neck, his lips trailing fire across your skin
Your body responded instinctively, arching up into him as a soft moan escaped your lips.
He groaned in response, his grip on your wrists tightening as he increased his pace, driving into you with more urgency. The world around you began to blur.
"is this okay?" he murmured, concern lacing his voice despite the primal hunger in his eyes.
You couldn't answer, couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. All you could do was feel, and what you felt was pure bliss.
His rhythm was relentless, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, making you gasp beneath him.
"Am I fucking you that good you can't speak? Hmm?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
His arrogance pushed you over the edge, a surge of annoyance mixing with the pleasure flooding your system. "Shut up, you prick," you groaned, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as your voice came out breathy and weak.
"There she is," he whispered, a satisfied smile curving his lips. He picked up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, until you could barely keep up.
He released your wrists, his hands moving down to grip your waist, pulling you closer as he thrust harder. Your fingers instinctively found their way to his hair, tugging on it, lost in the heat of the moment.
With little effort, he lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, changing the angle just enough to send you spiraling out of control.
Your nails dug into his back, and when you couldn't take it anymore, you bit down hard into his shoulder but he didn't stop, didn't slow down. If anything, he only went harder leaving you gasping and moaning, your whole body vibrating with need.
You bite your lip, trying to suppress the moan that escapes as he moves with a rough, almost punishing rhythm.
Your hand flies to your mouth, stifling the sounds. "Fuck, fuck, Alex, I can't-" you gasp, every word stumbling out between thrusts, each one more intense than the last.
"You can, love," he growls low in your ear, his voice rough, full of heat, as he pushes your hand away.
"I want to hear those pretty sounds." His grip tightens around your waist as he slams into you with an unrelenting force, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"Fuck," you groan, louder this time, no longer able to hold back. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your neck, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to send your mind spiraling.
"That's it, love," he murmurs, voice dark and filled with need. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
Your body tenses, his words pushing you over.
"Alex—" you gasp, your voice barely a whisper, trembling
With a strangled cry, you shattered, your climax ripping through you with force, as your body clenched tightly around him, milking him for every last drop of sensation.
His own release followed swiftly, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he came, his muscles tensing and then relaxing as he spilled himself inside you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, simply reveling in the afterglow of your shared climax.
Then, slowly, he withdrew, collapsing beside you on the bed. You turned your head to look at him, your breath still coming in ragged gasps, and found him watching you with an expression that was equal parts smug and contented.
“I think you get better each time,” you laughed, still feeling the aftershocks of what just happened.
“And you said you ‘weren’t in the mood,’” he teased, a grin spreading across his face.
“Shut up, I was mad at you,” you shot back, unable to hide your smile.
“So mad, clearly,” he laughed, nudging you playfully.
You lay beside him, chest rising and falling as you close your eyes and take a slow, deep breath. The room is still, just the sound of your breathing filling the space.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, voice softer now, a hint of concern laced with his usual confidence.
You shake your head, turning toward him with a lazy smile. “No, Al. You were amazing. You always are.”
He smiles back, the tension in his shoulders easing as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin.
He practically forced you to get up and go to the bathroom, even though all you wanted to do was sleep. Afterward, you returned and fell into his arms, the warmth of his body enveloping you. You closed your eyes, feeling safe and content, and soon drifted off to sleep.
You woke up to the unfortunate reality of an empty space next to you. Your heart sank, and you knew it. You knew he was full of shit.
As you stared at the empty spot beside you, the door to your bedroom opened, and Alex walked in, holding a cup of tea.
"Good morning, love," he smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You stared at him, dumbfounded. "What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You didn't say anything; instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I thought you left," you whispered.
"I told you-no, I promised you I wouldn't. I don't plan on it either," he replied, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you.
You smiled and kissed his cheek, but then you caught a whiff of something... eggs? Bacon?
You raised an eyebrow. "Are you cooking?" you asked, smirking.
"Yes... is that okay?" he wondered, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes! That's fine! I didn't know you could cook!" you laughed, genuinely impressed.
"I've had enough of you already. Of course i can cook," he joked, laughing along with you.
"A man of many talents," you smiled.
"Making you cum is number one," he joked, and you playfully slapped his arm.
"shut up!" you exclaimed, both embarrassed and amused.
a/n: meow…
chat feel free to send me your thoughts I DONT LIKE THIS BUT WHATEVER XX
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captainwans · 4 months ago
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 drunk in love.
   — alex turner
pairing: 2005!alex turner x fem!reader
warning: mentions of drugs use, vulgar language, implied smut. overall, mostly, purely, sweet-teeth rotting fluff. ( friends to lovers trope! )
word count: 1,6k | ( picture not mine! )
note: inspired by my love ( @stardustloserdoll )
masterlist!
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"Al, c’mon!” [Y/N] chirped, grabbing his arm, intertwining their hands together as the female dragged them away from the crowd toward the small photo kiosk. She hiccuped, crimson dusted across her cheeks from drinking, along with sloppy steps, which Alex had to hold her waist to keep her in toes.
Alex let out a breathy laugh, eyes barely open as he tightened his grip on her waist. He felt his heart soar out of his chest, feeling her warm hands around his, subconsciously rubbing his skin with her thumb as they halted with their steps.
[Y/N] frowned, lips forming into a downwards pout when she noticed a line toward the photo booth. She let out an audible groan, her head falling backwards dramatically. “Dammit, we have to wait.” she whined, tilting her head to the side as her eyes darted across the heavy line of people waiting on the selfie booth.
Alex sniffled, rubbing his eye with his knuckles before turning his attention on her, his lips curving upwards unknowingly. “It's not that bad. It will be our turn before you know it.” he tried to reassure her, swinging their arms back and forth with a grin.
[Y/N] sighed, feeling goosebumps form her skin. “I'm cold, though.” She brought her hands to her arms, in an attempt to shield herself from the cold as she cursed internally for not bringing a jacket.
Alex opened his mouth for a second, but closed it, contemplating his next actions. He had a war inside his head for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and opened his arms. “C’mere, love. I’ll warm you up.” he said, cringing at his choices of words and cracked a smile to hide his awkwardness. He sighed in relief when she grinned, launching herself into his arms.
Alex laughed, almost knocking him out of balance as he felt her squeeze his waist. She hid her face into his chest, feeling his warmth. He rubbed her arms, trying to warm her up as they comfortably waited in line. He placed his chin on top of her head, fingers gently drawing circles around her skin. “You comfy?” he asked, moving his head to the side to look at her.
[Y/N]’s heart was furiously pounding at the intimacy and she felt her throat go dry, and she nodded instead and added a small hum. She let him guide them as the line got smaller, completely glued to his chest as she felt his rough calloused fingers moving up and down her arms.
After an eternity of waiting, when in reality it was only ten minutes, it was finally the duo’s turn and the female sprinted toward the booth. She heard Alex loudly cackling from behind her making her giggle and went up the small stairs leading her inside the selfie kiosk. She turned her head to him, a wide smile etched into her features and brought her arm out excitedly. "C'mon, Al!” she beamed, eyes sparking and grabbing his arm as they entered the small space.
“Ah, this is tight.” she mumbled under her breath, but the latter heard her nonetheless.
Alex chuckled under his breath. “You don’t say.” he said, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the roof. He shut the blinds and turned around, only to almost face planting as they realized how tight the space was.
She shifted her body just as Alex turned around and faced her, making them pause, flustered smiles being shared as they gazed at each other. “Well, hello there.” [Y/N] cheekily said, her bloodshot eyes wrinkling from smiling as his breath fanned her face.
Alex mirrored her look, cheeks reddening and adding a short laugh before turning his attention on the photo machine, putting a few coins inside the machine before touching one of the buttons. “Alright, what kind of pose should we do first?” he asked, turning to look at her, who was fixing her hair by using the camera lens as the mirror.
She brought a finger to her lips, eyes deep in thought. Her eyes lit up, “Bunny ears?” she suggested, puckering her lips at him making him nod his head.
The camera counted down to three and the pair brought their hand to each other’s head to point bunny ears. She giggled, feeling his hands lightly scratch her scalp before his hands slid down her back comfortably.
“Alright..” she bit her lip, ignoring his warm hands rubbing down her back. She clicked on the screen for the next countdown. Alex put an arm around her shoulders bringing her closer as the pair shared a big toothy grin to the camera.
She grabbed his chin, using both of her hands to pull him closer to her face as they posed for their third picture. Alex laughed through his nose, feeling her crimson cheeks touching his warm ones. The flashing light made him squint his eyes, feeling his eyes sting.
[Y/N] looked at him with a downwards pout, inching closer to the musician. “You alright, Al?” She fondly asked him, bringing both of her hands to remove his hands away from his face. She watched him blinking rapidly as he nodded, eyes slightly open making her eyebrows furrow with concern.
Alex’s breath hitched, goosebumps breaking into his skin at her slightest touch. “Y-Yeah. Just the flashlight….blinding my eyes.” He answered as he opened her eyes, feeling his heart palpitating at their closure.
The female brought her hand to his face, her fingers delicately removing a few hair strands away from his damp forehead to see him properly. She smiled warmly at him, which he shyly returned.
“You’re so cute.” Alex heard her say, causing a dust of pink dance across his cheeks, feeling blood rush through his cheeks. His heart was furiously beating against his chest and he was sure that she could hear how fast it was beating.
The musician looked into her eyes before trailing over to her features. “Nah,” he sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger just below her ear. “Think that applies to you, darling.” He admitted, his hand drifting up to hold the side of her neck as his thumb gently brushed her jaw.
[Y/N] closed her eyes, feeling his fingers interweaving through her hair and she stifled back a sigh of pleasure by biting her lip. She felt him cup her cheek and she opened her eyes.
Hesitant eyes met hers, slowly softening as he opened his mouth. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but she heard him.
A tremor of fire engulfed into her body. Her heart was stuttering against her chest and she felt heat flood over her face. She smiled widely, showing her teeth as she repeated his question inside her mind like a mantra. “Yes!” She replied with enthusiasm.
The female covered her mouth with her hand, cursing internally for sounding too desperate. She cleared her throat, giving him a flustered smile. “I—uh, I mean…y-yes, please.” She sheepishly said, failing to hide her radiant smile by the way he was looking at her.
Yes, please. Alex thought she couldn’t look any more endearing and charming than she already is. He mirrored her flustered expression and hummed. His hand was still resting on her cheek and he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them, pulling her into a searing kiss.
[Y/N] met his kiss with a dreamy sigh, sliding her hands up to wrap around his shoulder and to his neck to bring him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. His stomach swarmed with butterflies, feeling her hitch her leg around his hip to pull him closer. He trapped her against the cold wall, his hand pulling up her thigh as he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue into her mouth making her moan.
A loud bang on the kiosk made the pair pull away, both breathless and panting as they looked at the curtain being pulled open. Alex's arms around her waist tightening as they watched an annoyed couple glaring daggers at them. “Can you guys do this somewhere else? This is a photo booth, not a make out booth.” They exclaimed, their expressions morphing into a sour frown.
Alex and [Y/N] shared a look before he voiced his irritation. “Oh, fuck off! It hasn’t even been five minutes.” he flipped him off, making the man scrunch his face with annoyance and shut the blinds rather aggressively.
The musician sighed, turning his head back to her, his irritation ceasing away at the way she was looking at him. “Fucking cock blocker.” he mumbled, leaning his forehead against hers.
“Tell me about it,” she sighed, nudging her nose with his before turning her head toward the camera. She scowled, “And it didn’t even take the picture.” She complained gesturing with her hand, eyebrows furrowed as she touched the button to redo their last picture.
She felt his hands rubbing her back, going lower to touch her hip. His fingers trailed down the hem of her shirt, slipping under the soft material onto her bare skin. She felt a shiver down her spine at his touch. She shifted her body through the small space to look back at him. There was something in the way he was looking at her, which made her mind immerse with the possibility of him rearranging her insides in a photo booth.
“Kiss me again.” she softly pleaded, making Alex nearly groan at the way she was practically begging him. He caught her chin into a kiss, this time turning more hot and intense. Her hand drifted to hold the side of his neck, pulling him closer. The flashing light from the camera made the pair deepen the kiss.
Another bang on the booth made them smile through the kiss, slowly pulling away as they heard complaints from the angry couple. She giggled, pecking his swollen lips. “They’re gonna kick us out.” she murmured against his lips, grinning.
“Let them.”
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joekeeryswife · 8 months ago
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hi hihi can u do an age gap fic w alex - like both alex and reader are famous and reader gets a ton of hate for dating him and alex js comforts reader 😕
Age Gap - a.t
a/n: hey loves! i haven’t written for alex in ages! my requests are open for him so please send me some through, enjoy 🫶🏼 y/n is 26 and Alex is 38
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you had been with Alex for over a year and a half but only just recently announced it. you knew that you both would get hate for it but you didn’t realise the extent of hate you would receive. you had a big following, you were a famous supermodel and an influencer and met Alex when you were at one of the music release parties and hit it off straight away.
you’d gotten hate before, being a model came with the thousands of people hating on you just for being yourself but it never got to you because you knew that these people were either jealous or just bored and you never even looked at their comments because it wasn’t worth it.
there had been speculation of you and Alex being together your whole relationship which never bothered you, you didn’t feel the need to explain yourself when people would ask questions about it but you and Alex were both sick of not being able to go out in public and do normal stuff together.
Alex had gone out to the studio a few hours ago to do some recording and you took the opportunity to look through the comments of your post. you weren’t shocked at you getting hate but shocked at the amount of hate you were receiving.
your post was cute, a few pictures of you and Alex in a photobooth together which showed how much you were in love and you were upset that people didn’t agree. there were obviously hundereds of lovely comments, people saying how great you looked together, how loved up you looked but they were overwhelmed with the thousands of hate comments.
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honeymoon: babies🥹
yourbestfriend: surprised i could keep this quiet 🤫
ynfan01: YAY OMFG
ynfan5183: NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED IN ALL MY LIFE
arcticm0nkeys: ew wth. Alex should be with someone older than this girl, isn’t she like 20 or something?
fan61838: y/n is so gorgeous i can’t deal! Alex is a lucky guy.
user0183: no one wants you here, you shouldn’t be with someone like Alex. he deserves so much better than you.
user163: wtaf is this. why would he want her?
yn.alexfan163: the update we have all been waiting for🤭
user74: no because tell me why alex chose her? she is way too young.
monkeys5363: our boy looks so happy, they deserve the world 🥰
user260: please leave y/n, you don’t deserve alex.
monkeysfan: alex looks so happy guys, leave them be 🫶🏼
ynswife: they’re so in love🫶🏼
alexturnershair: don’t even they looks so happy🥹
user54: these photos are vile. Alex honey we forgive you for choosing her but please leave. you deserve someone so much better than y/n.
your eyes filled with tears and you quickly put your head in your hands. the hate never usually got to you but this was a whole new level. were these people right? did alex really deserve someone better? were you really too young for him? your mind was filled with a million questions. what if alex decided that you were too young for him and that he deserved someone better than you?
a few tears spilled down your cheeks, this was awful. you had never felt so pick on up until now. yes you were a lot younger than him but that didn’t mean you weren’t mature enough. it wasn’t like you were underage, you were a full grown adult and these people were picking on you because you were younger than alex?
your mind was going so crazy that you didn’t even hear Alex come through the front door. he had even called out to you and got worried when he got no response. he found you sat curled up on the sofa, your small sobs could be heard and his body filled with worry.
“sweetheart? what’s happed?” he quickly sat down next to you and pulled your body into his. he kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly. he heard you sniffle as you tried to calm yourself down but it was no use, a sob escaped you making his heart break. “take a deep breathe, talk to me honey”
you tried to regulate your breathing, listening to his heartbeat as you hugged him closer. “you’re gonna leave me” he was confused, where has this come from? it was completely out of character for you and he had never ever seen you like this before. “what are you on about baby, i’m not going to leave you” he felt your arms squeeze his waist.
you pulled away so you could look at him, his face was filled with concern and confusion. “i was reading the comments on our photo” he sighed, he knew something like this would happen when you announced your relationship but he didn’t think it would make you cry like this. “you shouldn’t read them sweetheart, you know them people are just jealous” his thumb reached out to stroke your tear stained cheeks.
“i know but they were all saying how you deserved so much better than me and how im way too young for you. that you deserve someone who’s closer to you in age and it just got my mind going. maybe you do deserve better than me” now his heart had full on shattered. you sounded so vulnerable and scared and the look on your face made it even worse. you just looked so sad and he hated that. deep down he was fuming that these people had made you cry but he didn’t want to show you that.
“do you really think i listen to what the comments have to say? do you think i let my so called fans dictate my life? i don’t listen to them. they can’t decide who’s good for me and who’s not, they don’t even know me. and if i had an issue with your age i wouldn’t of dated you in the first place, it isn’t like you’re a minor. you’re an adult same as what i am. i know it’s hard to not read the comments but i really don’t give a shit about what they say” his eyes were soft as he looked at you, he hated that these people had made you this upset.
“i love you and those dickheads can just fuck off. you are the only girl for me, yes i’ve had relationships in the past but i’ve never ever felt like this and we don’t need their input, we never did before so why listen now” he lent in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “now i bet there were some nice comments in there, they can’t be all bad surely” you showed him your phone which was still showing the post.
he looked through the comments and shook his head as he read the bad ones. “most of these people don’t even follow me, they’re just doing it because they want attention and they want to hurt you but don’t let them get to you, they’re just a bunch of assholes who don’t have a life” he passed your phone back to you and pulled you into him again.
“you’re too pretty to cry honey, i love you and that’s all that matters. no more looking at these silly comments” he felt you nod “i love you too” he kissed your forehead softly.
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rentsturner · 1 year ago
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The Jeweller’s Hands - AT
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Professor!Alex Turner x reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, restraints, sub space, gags, edging, teasing, teacher!student relationship (but they met before that), aftercare, pet names
a/n: this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and it’s not even that smutty, it’s mostly aftercare and fluff with a healthy dose of subspace. this was written for my bestie @martinipoliz . don’t like it - don’t read it
It had been a long night - a very long night.
Teasing Alex while he was teaching your class had not been your best idea, not by a long shot. The expression on his face as he watched you smirk at him from your desk was enough to turn your insides to ice. But you hadn’t stopped with some harmless flirting, no, you were feeling a little braver than that. When he returned your essay, your hand grazed along his, giving him doe eyes as he towered over your sitting form. Then, to top it all off, you whispered ‘Was I a good girl, sir?’
It was just quiet enough to pass over the heads of the other students, but your seductive phrase went straight to Alex’s head and he stopped dead still next to you, his brain trying to process if you’d really just had the guts to say that outloud. When you fluttered your eyelashes at him, almost comically, you heard the lowest, quietest growl slip out of Alex’s mouth. He was not happy, not at all. These little flirtations may seem playful, but to Alex, your teacher, your boyfriend, this was very much not allowed. You were in serious trouble.
So that’s how you ended up spread eagled across his king-sized bed, arms tied to the bedposts by Alex’s various silk ties, and Alex between your legs, his hips pistoning into yours as he chased his own release. You’d finally been allowed to come, after multiple rounds of edging and teasing - ‘Don’t give what you can’t take, princess. You tease me, I’ll fucking tease you.’
Now your mind was fuzzy and warm as the euphoria of your orgasm ebbed away, the feeling of Alex’s damp skin rubbing against yours as he thrust into you becoming a little much, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it wouldn’t be long now, perhaps from the laboured groans emanating from his chest, the way his hands were clawing at your thighs in a way that was sure to leave bruises, the beads of sweat dripping from his brow onto yours. Your jaw was beginning to ache from the spider gag firmly holding your mouth open and you were desperate to wrap your arms around Alex, the floating feeling in your head bringing with it a craving for skin to skin contact.
Finally, you felt the warm release of Alex’s seed deep inside you, felt the weight of him as he collapsed onto your chest, panting as he caught his breath. His unruly hair tickled your nose a little, causing you to whimper as best as you could around the unyielding gag.
Alex heard you though, lifting his head up to look into your glazed over eyes, recognising that it was too much for you now and knowing exactly needed.
‘So good for me, baby, eh? Took your punishment so well, such a good girl.’ he murmured between pants as his fingers gently undid the strap of the gag, slowly removing it from your mouth as you whined in discomfort.
‘There we go, princess, I’m gonna pull out now as well, ok?’
But you shook your head frantically before he could push himself up off your chest, the need to wrap your arms around him becoming unbearable. The words wouldn’t come out, instead another desperate whine slipped from your mouth. It was a good job Alex knew you well.
‘Arms first? That’s fine, baby, here you go.’ He untied the silk restraints with ease, rubbing your wrists gently with his fingers, before slowly massaging your aching jaw.
‘Better?’
You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his frame, dragging your nails up his sweaty back, pulling on the dark locks of hair that were beginning to curl around his ears, before running a thumb over his cheekbone. Alex relaxed slightly as he saw a little more focus come back into your eyes, the skin to skin contact obviously easing your previous discomfort.
‘’S okay, baby, am right here, yeah?’
You nodded again into his chest, inhaling his scent - sweat, sex and cigarettes. It went straight to your head, like your own personal dose of heroin. There was silence for a few minutes as you relaxed into Alex’s arms. He pressed a chaste kiss to your hairline, an apology, before he adjusted himself slightly, his now soft cock slipping out of your folds with a faint pop. You winced at the empty sensation, the fuzziness still crowding your head a little.
‘Need to clean up, love, I’ll be ten seconds, promise.’
You rolled into the duvet, curling up as you heard Alex’s retreating footsteps. He appeared again a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and sat on the end of the bed.
‘Open your legs, sweetheart.’
You whined and shook your head into the duvet. You were tired and you wanted to sleep and you wanted Al’s warm body back next to yours.
‘Come on, princess, I need to clean you up. The quicker we do this, the quicker we can go to sleep, ok? I know you’re tired.’
You shook your head once again, but Alex stroked along your thigh slowly, calming you a little, and you lifted your head to look at him with blurry eyes.
He smiled at you, his cheeks still a little pink from exertion, his hair messy and falling into his eyes. ‘For me, princess? Please?’
A little nudge on the inside of your thigh was enough to persuade you and you whined softly as the cloth brushed against your sensitive cunt, but it was over quickly, Alex stroking your thigh the whole time.
‘All done. Such a good girl.’ he cooed into your ear, pressing his hand to your back to pull you into his chest once again.
He threw the cloth away, grabbing your pyjamas from under the pillow and helping you into them with steady hands, whispering praises whenever you seemed a little fragile. He tugged on a fresh pair of boxers before settling into the bed, tucked up behind you so his chest was pressed against your back, his face buried in your hair, legs tangled together under the covers. The huff of his breath against your hair helped to ground you, almost as if he was blowing away the cotton wool in your head.
After a while, you turned to face Alex.
‘Back with me, princess?’
You murmured a small ‘yes’, trying to stifle a yawn at the same time. He chuckled and you felt the vibrations in his chest.
‘Was it alright? Didn’t go too hard on you, did I?’
‘No, Al, I loved it. I’m just knackered now, that’s all.’
‘That’s when I know I’ve done a good job.’ Alex chuckled again and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
‘You’re hot when you’re angry, y’know?’ You smirked up at him.
‘Yeah well, that’s what happens when you tease me while I’m trying to teach.’
Your smirk grew even wider at this but Alex knew exactly what you were thinking.
‘Uh-uh, don’t you dare do it again. Did I not just teach you that lesson?’
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goblinontour · 4 months ago
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Happenstance
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or when it all came down for him
part 6 | series masterlist
warnings: prof!al, age gap (not specified), smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), rimming (m/f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), piv, fluff, angst, crying, lots of feelings, he’s a mess
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The morning light poured into Alex's kitchen, scattering rays across the room, casting a warm, golden hue that brought a sense of serenity to the space. The small table by the window, where the two of you sat, seemed almost magical in the soft glow. The sunlight filtered through the leaves outside, creating a delicate pattern of lights and shadows that danced on the walls, adding to the peaceful ambiance of the morning.
Alex sat across from you, shirtless, wearing a pair of faded shorts that had clearly seen better days. They were frayed at the edges, and the colour had long since faded from repeated washings, but they were his favourite pair, so comfortable that he refused to part with them.
He’d gotten a haircut a few days ago, and his hair still bore the uneven signs of the fresh trim. The sides were too short, while the top was a messy tumble that defied any attempt to tame it. You had to suppress a smile at how it made him look slightly boyish, though no less handsome.
He was an effortless vision of rugged charm, his skin glowing warmly in the morning light, muscles relaxed, exuding that casual confidence that drew you in. As he ate a piece of toast, you couldn't help but watch him, enamoured by the simplicity of the moment. There was something so special to you about seeing him in this unguarded state, doing nothing more than enjoying his breakfast.
His eyes flickered up to meet yours, catching you in the act of staring. A small smile played on his lips, and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You took a sip of your tea to cover your embarrassment, the warmth of the drink soothing your nerves. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with the sounds of the morning. A bird chirping outside, the distant hum of early traffic, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
Despite basically living in the same house, as you'd spent nearly every night here for months now, you didn't often get moments like this. One of you always left before the other, rushing off to classes or some errands, rarely getting the chance to savour the quiet intimacy of a shared morning. It was nice, really nice, to finally have him all to yourself, without the usual interruptions or the ticking clock pushing you apart.
He cherished these rare, unhurried mornings. Watching you across the table, sipping your tea with that slight smile playing on your lips, he felt a sense of peace that was hard to come by before. He was used to the constant movement, the early mornings where he left you sleeping soundly, or the late nights when he’d slip into bed after you’d already drifted off. But this. This was different.
He admired the way the morning light highlighted your features, casting a soft glow that made you look ethereal. You were beautiful, always, but there was something about the quiet moments that made you seem even more so to him. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, with such genuine affection, or the way you seemed to savour every moment, as if you were storing them away for the days when life would inevitably get in the way.
Alex took another bite of his toast, unable to keep the smile from his face. He didn’t need grand gestures or elaborate plans. This was enough. More than enough. Just being here with you, in the comfort of his own kitchen, sharing a simple breakfast, was more precious than he could put into words. It was in these small moments that he felt the depth of his feelings for you, realising just how much you’d become a part of his life, his routine, his heart.
“You know, I've been thinking about something.” Alex said, breaking the serene quiet. His tone was casual, but you detected an underlying note of excitement.
“What?” you asked, your curiosity piqued. You took another sip of your tea, savouring its warmth.
“We should go back home for the summer,” he suggested, his eyes locking onto yours with a hopeful glint, “It's cooler up north. You could stay with me, I mean, at my place there, if you want. What do you think?”
His words hung in the air, filled with promise and possibility. The thought of spending the summer with him, away from the heat and hustle of the city, and especially not having to hide so much anymore, was incredibly enticing. You imagined the two of you exploring all the places you already knew, but now together, and sharing lazy afternoons in the cool shade
A smile spread across your face as you considered his proposal. The idea of seeing and experiencing the places that had shaped him through his own eyes was thrilling. More than that, it was the chance to actually spend time together properly, not just locked inside of his apartment.
“I think it sounds perfect,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his, "I'd love to go with you."
Alex’s face lit up with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way you adored, when the faint wrinkles started to show. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a gentle, familiar caress, a silent promise of everything he couldn’t quite articulate.
“Then it's settled.” he said, his voice warm and full of promise. “But…I have something else to tell you.”
You looked at him curiously, sensing a shift in the air. His eyes held a mixture of excitement and a hint of nervousness.
“What is it?” you asked.
Alex took a deep breath, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “I’d like to take you home,” he said, his gaze unwavering, “As in, to my parents’ house. To meet them.”
You felt your breath catch in your throat. The idea itself made you incredibly nervous. Meeting his parents was a big step, one you hadn’t quite prepared for. You hadn't told anyone about your relationship, not one person. Would he expect to meet your parents too? The thought alone was enough to make you break out in a cold sweat. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how that would go. It was overwhelming, a cascade of anxiety threatening to break the serene bubble you'd built around your relationship. Your mind started racing, considering all the implications. The world outside this kitchen alone suddenly seemed too complex, too filled with expectations and judgments.
You felt a rush of nerves, and Alex noticed immediately. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it sweetly, his touch grounding you, pulling you back from your spiralling thoughts.
“Why?” was all you could manage to say.
He wasn’t offended. He could see the hesitation in your eyes and understood. “I might have accidentally told my mum that I’m seeing someone,” he admitted with a sheepish grin, “And now she wants to meet that someone. And that someone is you, sweetheart.” He smiled, his thumb massaging your hand in a reassuring rhythm.
“Oh. Uhm...I haven’t told anyone.” you said, your voice small, barely above a whisper.
“I know.” he replied instantly, his tone gentle. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable, but I’d like to.”
You didn’t say anything, still thinking of all the things it would imply. This would be like breaking the little bubble you’d built around your relationship, a bubble you’d managed to keep hidden for so long. Your relationship had been safe from the outside world's scrutiny and expectations. Stepping out of that felt like a leap into the unknown.
“She made fun of me when I talked to her on the phone the other day and it slipped out.” he continued, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “She said it was ‘about time,’” he paused, smiling to himself as he remembered the conversation, “that I’m getting ‘too old.’” He chuckled, showing the quotation marks with one of his hands while his other hand held yours, his fingers still moving in that same soothing motion over your skin.
You watched him, feeling the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his words. He wasn’t pushing you. He was inviting you, offering you a glimpse into another part of his life. It was a big step, but as you looked into his eyes, filled with affection and understanding, you felt a flicker of hope. It was clear how much this meant to him, and despite your nerves, you couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through you at the thought of being included in this part of his life.
“It’s just…a lot.” you said finally, your voice trembling slightly.
“I know,” he said softly, his eyes filled with understanding. “And we don’t have to rush into anything. But I want you to know that you mean a lot to me.”
“Okay.” you said, your voice soft but steady. “I’ll meet them.”
His face lit up with a bright smile, and he squeezed your hand gently. “Thank you.” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “You’re going to love them,” he added, his excitement palpable, “And they’re going to love you.”
You hoped he was right. This was a new chapter, one that held as much promise as it did uncertainty.
“So, should I book the train tickets, or do you want to get them at the station?” Alex asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.
You looked at him, confused. “Why the train? You have a car. Old, like you, but working.”
Alex put a hand over his heart, pretending to be offended. “Old, like me? Ouch.” he said, his eyes widening in mock hurt. “I’m not that old.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his theatrics. “Oh, come on. You know what I mean.”
He pouted dramatically, his lips forming a playful frown. “I’m in my prime, thank you very much.”
You reached across the table, giving his hand a squeeze. “Sure you are, grandpa.”
He gasped, drawing back in exaggerated shock. “Oh, okay. Now you’ve done it. I’m deeply wounded.”
Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. “Alright, alright. You’re young and spry. Happy?”
“Much better.” he said with a satisfied nod, his playful grin returning. “But seriously, I don’t like driving long distances.” he admitted, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Seriously?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m serious.” he said, trying to sound firm.
“Well, I’m not going on a train with you again. You know how that went.” you replied, the memory of the last train ride flashing through your mind.
Alex smirked, clearly remembering it well. “Well then, you can drive. And for the record, I enjoyed that train ride.”
You rolled your eyes at his relaxed posture as he slumped back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly amused by the situation.
“I’m not driving your old car.”
“It’s not that old.” he chuckled.
“It’s a relic.” you teased. “I’m surprised it even starts.”
“It has character.” he defended, his tone mock-offended.
You shook your head, laughing softly. “Okay, fine. I’ll drive. You’ll be my passenger princess. But only because I love you.”
His expression softened, and he leaned forward, pressing another gentle kiss to your hand. “Thank you.” he said, his voice sincere. “I love you too.”
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You were finally in the car and onto the road. Finally. Alex had taken longer than you would’ve thought to pack everything. Sure, you would be staying there for quite a while, but he really didn’t have to overthink everything you might need. It was adorable to watch him though, pacing from room to room, remembering that little thing you might need, just in case.
He double-checked the toiletries, triple-checked the clothes, and even packed extra blankets, “just in case it gets chilly at night.” which didn’t make any sense. You stood by the door, shaking your head in amusement as he darted back and forth, grabbing yet another item that suddenly seemed essential.
When he finally declared himself ready, he loaded everything into his not-so-old car and you set off. Despite your initial doubts about it, his car wasn’t bad to drive at all. In fact, it was quite comfortable, and the familiar hum of the engine you’ve come to know from all the rides back home together became a soothing background noise as you navigated the roads.
Alex, taking his role as passenger princess very seriously, immediately started fiddling with the radio, putting on his playlist he made for the journey. Every ten minutes, he would ask if you wanted any water, until you had to tell him to stop. “I’m fine, Alex, really. Relax.” you said, shooting him a playful glance.
“Just making sure.” he replied with a grin, turning the volume up on a favourite song.
The landscape began to change as you drove further from the city, the buildings giving way to fields and trees. The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and the air felt increasingly fresher the further north you went. Alex sang along to the music, his voice mingling with the melody, creating a perfect soundtrack for your journey.
You glanced over at him, feeling a surge of affection. His excitement was contagious, and despite your initial nerves, you felt a growing sense of anticipation. This trip was a new step, a new adventure, and you were glad to be sharing it with him.
As the familiar chords of ‘A Song for You’ by Leon Russell began to play, Alex's face lit up with joy. “Oh, I love this song.” he said, his voice softening with emotion. “It’s one of my all time favourites.”
You glanced over at him, seeing the genuine affection in his eyes as he started to sing along. His voice carried the heartfelt lyrics with a tenderness that made you feel as though he was singing directly to you.
“I've been so many places in my life and time.” he sang, his voice strong yet intimate. As he continued, he glanced over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It always gets to me.” he confessed, his eyes holding yours. “Makes me think of all the things we sometimes don’t say enough, love and gratitude and all that stuff.”
You felt a lump form in your throat as you listened to him, the sincerity in his voice touching something deep within you. The way he connected with the song, the emotion in his eyes, it all spoke volumes about the kind of person he was. He felt deeply, and you knew it caused him trouble sometimes, but it was beautiful.
When he reached the chorus, his voice became even more tender. “And I'm singing this song to you.” he sang, his gaze never wavering from yours. You glanced over at him. His excitement was contagious, and despite your initial nerves, you felt a growing sense of anticipation.
His voice softened as he sang the final lines, his eyes never leaving yours.
“And when my life is over, remember when we were together. We were alone and I was singing this song for you.”
As the song came to an end, Alex leaned back in his seat, a contented smile on his face. “I’m so grateful I have you.” he said softly. “Do you like it?”
You reached over and squeezed his hand, your heart full. “It’s beautiful.” you replied. “And so are you.”
He chuckled, squeezing your hand back. “Thanks.” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I'm glad you think so.”
As you drove, the conversation flowed. Alex talked a lot about his childhood, sharing stories about the places you’d soon visit. His eyes sparkled with nostalgia, and you could tell how much this meant to him.
It was so cute to see him get excited, especially when he reminisced about the familiar spots you both knew. Even though you’d moved away when you were younger, you still visited sometimes, and it was incredible to realise how your paths had been so close without intersecting until you met him as your professor.
“You remember that little candy store on the corner?” he asked, his voice animated.
“Of course!” you replied, laughing. “I used to save up just to buy stuff from there.”
“Same here! I used to go there every Saturday.” he said, shaking his head in amazement.
You smiled at the thought, picturing a younger Alex, excitedly picking out his favourite sweets. “And the old cinema? The outdoorsy one, we went there every summer when we came up here.”
His eyes lit up even more. “That place was like a second home to me. First movie I ever saw at there was ‘The Lion King.’” Alex chuckled, clearly enjoying this trip down memory lane. “And there’s this little bakery in town,” he said, “They make the best apple pie. We have to go there.”
“Apple pie, huh? Is that your secret weakness?” you teased, glancing over at him.
“Maybe.” he admitted with a laugh. “You’ll see. It’s so worth it.”
The miles passed quickly, the road stretching out before you like a ribbon. The car was filled with laughter and music. Alex occasionally reached over to squeeze your hand, wanting to touch you every chance he got.
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You two finally arrived at his apartment, the familiar sight bringing back a flood of memories. It was here, in this space, that everything had really started. You remembered the first time you’d stepped through the door, the awkward tension that had quickly melted away. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Alex set the bags down and immediately shrugged off his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair. He began unbuttoning his shirt, a look of relief on his face. “I need to take a shower right now.” he declared. “Maybe you were right, I should probably get a new car. No AC is torture.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “I told you.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he said, rolling his eyes playfully. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist just as you were trying to take off your shoes. “Are you joining or what?” he grinned, his breath warm against your ear.
Before you could respond, he started kissing your neck, his lips trailing soft, teasing kisses along your skin. His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing random patterns on your tummy, sending shivers down your spine.
“Alex!” you murmured, half-laughing, half-sighing as you tried to keep your balance while removing your shoes. “You're not making this easy.”
“I never do.” he whispered, his voice low and playful. He turned you around in his arms, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his hands moving to cup your face gently.
You melted into him, the tiredness from the journey and the stress that was haunting you, of eventually meeting his family, all fading away in his embrace. His kiss was warm and inviting, filled with a tenderness that made your heart race.
Pulling back slightly, he looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of desire and affection. “So, what do you say?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur against your lips. “Shower together?”
You smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him. “Go ahead, I’ll just be a minute.” you replied, your fingers trailing down his chest as he gave you one last quick kiss before walking away and into the hall bathroom.
You followed Alex into the bathroom just a few moments later. The sound of the water running could be heard from outside. When you opened the door, you found him already under the stream, his hair slicked back from the water pouring over his head. The droplets glistened on his skin, highlighting the contours of his body. He looked like a vision of effortless masculinity, standing there relaxed.
You took a moment to appreciate the sight before starting to undress. As you slipped off your clothes and placed them to the side, you caught Alex eyeing you up and down shamelessly. His gaze was intense, filled with a mixture of admiration and want.
“Stop it.” you said, feeling a little self-conscious all of a sudden. He’d seen you countless times, but the way he looked at you always made your heart skip a beat.
Alex's eyes softened, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I can't help it,” he murmured, beckoning you over to join him, “You're beautiful.”
You stepped into the shower, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you close. The warmth of his body combined with the hot water was intoxicating. His hands slipped on your skin, gliding effortlessly from the water streaming down the two of you.
He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear. “This feels nice.” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.
You leaned back into him, closing your eyes and savouring the moment. “It does.”
For a while, the two of you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, letting the water wash away the exhaustion from the journey. His hands moved in slow, gentle patterns over your skin, massaging your shoulders and back, easing away any remaining tension.
“You're too good at this.” you sighed, almost letting out a soft moan from how good his hands felt on your body.
“Well, I do have some motivation.” he replied, his lips brushing against your ear. “I want you to feel as amazing as you make me feel.”
You turned in his arms, facing him, and cupped his face in your hands. “You always make me feel amazing.” you said softly, pressing your forehead to his.
He smiled at you. “I know a pleasant way to make you feel even better.”
Alex's smile turned into a sultry grin before he captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer as the water continued to cascade around you. Breaking the kiss, he gently turned you around, pinning you against the shower wall. You gasped as your breasts pressed against the cold tiles, the contrast of sensations making your skin tingle.
He began trailing kisses down your spine, each touch sending shivers through you. His hands glided along your sides, feeling every curve and dip of your body as he lowered himself. When his mouth reached the small of your back, he bit softly at the flesh of your arse, making you moan.
Alex's hands gripped your hips, positioning you so he could get a better angle. He spread you apart, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. Without hesitation, he dove in, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your hole, savouring the taste of your arousal. The sensation was electric, and you couldn't help but push back against his mouth.
He didn't stop there, though. To your surprise, his tongue moved higher, teasing your other hole. He circled it slowly, the intimate touch making you tense and then relax, your body responding to the new sensation. Alex's hands pulled your cheeks open further, giving him full access as he buried his face even more into you.
The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability from being so exposed that left you breathless. His tongue worked skillfully, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes, driving you wild. You felt every muscle in your body tighten, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he continued his relentless attention.
He circled your rim with tantalising precision, each stroke eliciting a new wave of pleasure that left you quivering. Alex pulled back for a moment, his breath hot against your sensitive skin as he murmured, “You taste so good. I can't get enough of you.”
The words sent a shiver down your spine, amplifying the intensity of the moment. He resumed his ministrations, his tongue now more insistent, pushing against your tight entrance. The wet muscle teased and probed, working you open with slow, deliberate movements.
As his tongue pressed deeper, you felt the tight ring of muscle begin to yield, allowing the wet intrusion to slip inside the slightest bit. The feeling was exquisite, the stretch leaving you gasping for air. Alex groaned against you, the vibration adding another layer of sensation as he worked his tongue further inside you.
Alex's hands roamed over your hips and thighs, steadying you as his tongue continued its relentless exploration. He licked and sucked, creating a delicious friction that had you pressing back against him, seeking more. He kept pushing deeper, stretching you with careful precision. Each thrust was calculated, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion. The wet, slippery sensation of his tongue inside you was overwhelming.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his desire evident in every movement. He pulled back slightly. “You're so tight.” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with lust.
“It feels so good,” you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper, “So good, Alex.”
He groaned against you, your praise fuelling him. His tongue pushed back inside you, each thrust filled with his intent of making you feel as good as possible. You moaned his name, the sound echoing in the shower as he continued his relentless assault.
He pulled back again to catch his breath, and you chased the feeling, trying to push back against him and whimpering weakly at the loss of him.
“Tell me what you want.” he murmured, his hands grabbing at your flesh.
“Just don't stop.” you gasped, your voice trembling with need. “Please, Alex, don't stop.”
His response was immediate, his tongue diving back in with renewed intensity. It felt like he was stretching you further with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a slight hint of discomfort that left you teetering on the edge.
His hands gripped you tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you steady. He twisted his tongue inside you, seeking out every sensitive spot and lavishing it with attention. The intensity of his focus was almost too much to bear, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
You reached back, threading your fingers through his wet hair, holding him close as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. His tongue circled your rim one last time before he moved back to your clit, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to make you come.
Just after a few more licks and suckles around your clit, the intense pleasure built up to a shattering orgasm. Your entire body tensed, and you let out a sharp cry, your fingers clutching Alex’s hair tighter as the waves of ecstasy crashed over you. He groaned into you at the sharp feeling, sending an added jolt of pleasure through your already trembling body.
He held you steady, his strong hands gripping your hips as you rode out the orgasm. His tongue and lips slowed their movements, gradually easing you down from the peak of pleasure. Each gentle stroke and caress kept the sensation alive, prolonging it.
As your breathing began to steady, he shifted to leaving soft, reverent kisses on your cunt, making you shiver each time he made contact with your overly sensitive spot. Your legs felt weak, barely able to hold you up, but Alex's grip on you remained firm and reassuring.
He eventually stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration as he looked at you over your shoulder. “Good?” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face.
You smiled, still breathless from the intensity of your orgasm. “Good? That was more than just good.” you replied softly, leaning in to kiss him. The taste of yourself on his lips sent another small thrill through you.
He grinned, a look of pure pride and satisfaction spreading across his face. He pulled you close, enveloping you in a warm embrace. “Let me get you cleaned up.” he murmured, his voice a soothing relief. He reached for the showerhead, gently rinsing the remaining suds and evidence of your passion from your skin.
As you finished up in the shower, Alex wrapped you in a soft towel, his touch tender and caring. “Come on, let’s relax for a bit.” he suggested, guiding you out of the bathroom.
You followed Alex out of the bathroom, both of you wrapped in towels, his hanging loosely around his hips. He guided you to the bedroom, and you both lay down on the soft bed, not bothering to change into something else.
As you settled next to him, you couldn't help but notice the telltale tent in his towel, his cock hard and straining against the fabric. You instinctively reached out to touch him, wanting to reciprocate the pleasure he had just given you. But he gently caught your hand, stopping you.
“Later.” he murmured, his voice a soft promise. He turned around, pulling you close to him, his arms wrapping around you in a protective grip.
You could still feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, a persistent reminder. “Are you sure?” you asked, your voice laced with concern and desire to make him feel good too.
“Yeah,” he replied, nuzzling his face into your hair, “It'll go down. I just want to hold you for a bit.”
His voice melted any lingering tension in your body. You relaxed into his embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat against your own. “Okay.” you whispered, snuggling closer to him.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the closeness, the simple joy of being held by him. As you lay there, you felt his breathing slow, matching your own, the rise and fall of his chest a calming rhythm. Despite the persistent press of him against your thigh, there was no urgency, no rush. Alex's arms tightened around you slightly, a silent affirmation of his own contentment.
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You had finished unpacking some of the essentials you’d need more often, leaving the rest for another day. Alex had ordered some food for the two of you, and you ate dinner together in his living room, cuddled up on the sofa. He suggested going out, given how you always stayed in back in the city, but you said it was fine staying in and just getting something for now. After the long drive, you weren’t in the mood to get ready for an outing. There would be more than enough time to go out on another day.
Once you tidied everything up a bit and got ready for bed, it didn’t take long for things to heat up between you. Lying next to each other, your lips found his, and soon you were making out, the intensity building with each passing second. You instinctively climbed into his lap, feeling the familiar warmth of his hands roaming your body. He expertly removed your top without breaking the kiss for too long.
“Can I ask you something?” you murmured, your hand slipping into his pyjama pants. You quickly realised he wasn’t wearing any boxers, making it easy for you to feel his cock starting to harden as you stroked him slowly.
“Mhm.” he murmured back, his eyes closed as he sought your mouth again, not wanting to lose the contact.
“I wanna try doing that thing from earlier again.” you said, your voice shy but hopeful.
A smile spread across his lips, almost a purr, as he rubbed his nose against yours. “You want me to eat your ass again?” he chuckled, his breathing getting heavier under your touch.
“No...I wanna do it to you.” you admitted, feeling a surge of vulnerability at your bold request.
His smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise and slight tension. “I’m not sure...that’s different.” he said, his body stiffening at the idea.
“Why? It feels really good. I think you’d like it.” you insisted gently, your fingers still working to keep him aroused.
“I- I don’t know...I’ve never…” he paused, sighing deeply. “I’ve never done something like that. Wouldn’t it be, I don’t know...weird?”
You could see the hesitation in his eyes, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. You leaned in, kissing him softly, trying to reassure him. “Why would it be weird?” you asked genuinely.
“I don’t know...it’s just...it’s different, okay?” His voice was almost a whisper, and you could feel the tension in his body. He was so rarely this shy, and it made you love him even more.
You kissed him again, slower this time, letting your lips linger on his. “Different doesn’t mean bad. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”
He looked into your eyes, searching for reassurance. “I know.” he said softly. “It’s just...I’ve never thought about it before. I never imagined I’d want to try something like that.”
You smiled, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his jaw. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s fine, we can do other stuff, but I just…Nevermind.”
He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “No, it's okay that you asked. Really.”
You met his gaze, feeling a sense of relief. “We can take it slow.” you assured him, your voice gentle. “There's no rush.”
He nodded, his expression a mix of apprehension and curiosity. “I trust you.” he murmured, his voice gaining a bit more strength. “It’s just...I’m not used to feeling this way.”
You could see the thoughts racing through his mind, the internal struggle between wanting to try something new and the fear of the unknown. “What are you thinking?” you asked, wanting to understand his hesitation better.
He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think that maybe I do want to try it. I’ve never felt like this before, but with you...I don’t know, it feels different. Like it might be something I’d enjoy.”
You felt a surge of affection for him, appreciating his openness and willingness to explore something new. “We’ll figure it out together. I’ve never done this either, you know.” you said, your own shyness matching his.
He nodded again, his body relaxing slightly. “Yeah, okay.” he said, his voice steadier. “Let’s try it. But please, be gentle.”
You kissed him deeply, feeling the excitement coursing through you. “I will,” you assured him, your hand moving to caress his cheek, “I’ll be gentle.”
He smiled, the tension in his eyes easing as he let himself relax into your touch. “Thank you.” he whispered.
You nodded, kissing him deeply before shifting off his lap. You helped him out of his pants, revealing his erection. He was clearly aroused by the whole thing, his cock standing hard despite his initial hesitation. And you loved to see it. It reassured you that he wasn't just agreeing to please you, but was genuinely curious and open to the experience.
You guided him to lie back, his eyes never leaving yours, a mixture of trust and apprehension in his gaze. You started by kissing his thighs, your lips brushing against his skin, feeling him relax under your touch. Slowly, you worked your way closer, your kisses getting more deliberate and teasing.
“I think it would be better if you turned over to your front.” you whispered softly.
He looked at you, his apprehension clear, but after a moment he nodded. “Okay.” he said quietly. The idea of being so exposed to you made him a bit nervous, but he figured it would be more comfortable than lifting his legs and having you see his face at the same time.
He rolled onto his stomach, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. You ran your hands gently down his back, feeling him relax again under your touch. “Just tell me if it’s too much.” you murmured.
“Okay.” he replied, his voice muffled by the pillow but filled with trust.
You continued on your way down his body, your kisses trailing lower until you reached the curve of his ass. His breath hitched, and you could feel him tense up again.
“Sorry.” he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. “I'm nervous.”
You paused, kissing his lower back reassuringly, “Take your time.”
He took a deep breath, nodding slightly, and you felt him start to relax under your touch. You continued, your kisses growing more deliberate and soothing until his tension eased away completely.
This time, he didn’t tense up. You spread his cheeks gently, kissing the sensitive skin there, and he let out a soft moan, a mix of surprise and pleasure.
Your breath was warm against his skin. You flicked your tongue out, running it along his entrance, and felt him shiver beneath you, but you kept your movements gentle.
Alex gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. You took it slow, your tongue exploring him with care. You could feel him slowly start to relax again, his breaths coming in heavy, uneven sighs.
You felt a rush of excitement and nervousness yourself. You didn't fully know what to do, but you tried to guess what he would like, thinking back to what he had done to you earlier. You traced gentle circles with your tongue, exploring his most intimate spot with tentative, affectionate licks. His reactions were your guide, his soft gasps and moans spurring you on.
You pressed your tongue a little more firmly, trying to mimic the way he had lavished attention on you. It felt incredibly intimate, and you hoped he was feeling the same mix of pleasure and connection that you had felt. Each time he relaxed and let out a soft sound of enjoyment, it reassured you that you were on the right track.
The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before. The warmth and softness of your tongue against such a sensitive area sent shivers of pleasure through his body. It was a delicate, electrifying feeling that made him acutely aware of every nerve ending. He felt very vulnerable. He had never let anyone touch him like this, and the trust he was letting himself place in you felt exhilarating.
The combination of actual pleasure he was feeling and the emotional connection made him feel exposed yet deeply cherished. He realised that this act wasn't just about the physical sensation, it was about the intimacy and trust shared between you. The way you explored him with such care that it made his heart swell. The mixture of apprehension and pleasure swirling within him only intensified his need, leaving him yearning for more of your touch.
You continued, growing more confident with each passing moment, savouring the way his body responded to your touch.
“It feels good.” you murmured between licks, feeling him shudder at your words. “I hope I’m doing this right.”
He moaned softly, the sound encouraging you to keep going. You worked him open with your tongue, pushing your tongue in just the slightest bit, you felt him tense and then relax, the intrusion turning into a new source of pleasure for him.
“Oh god.” he gasped, his voice shaky. “That…Fuck- keep doing it.”
You smiled against his skin, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his response. You continued your movements, your tongue pushing a bit deeper, the sensation of the wet muscle inside him driving him wild. His moans grew louder, his body trembling with pleasure.
Instinctively, he bent one of his legs on the bed, his knee lifting slightly as he arched his back, his body urging him to open up to you more. The motion gave you better access, and you pressed your tongue deeper, feeling the taste and warmth of him.
As he shifted, he could feel his hard cock brushing against the soft sheets, the friction adding to the pleasure he felt. His hand moved down between his legs, wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke it in rhythm with your tongue’s movements. He let out a low groan as he matched the pace of your pace, his movements slow and precise.
His breathing became more erratic, a mix of gasps and moans escaping his lips as he focused on both of the sensations. The heat of your tongue on his ass, combined with the steady rhythm of his own hand, pushed him closer. He bit his lip, trying to contain his sounds, though the pleasure was becoming overwhelming.
“I never knew...it could f- feel…this good." he managed to say between gasps.
You kept going, your own arousal building as you pleasured him. It was a new experience for both of you, but the trust between you made it feel natural, perfect even.
He could feel his cock pulsing in his hand, each stroke aligned with the flick of your tongue against his sensitive entrance. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he found himself moving his hips instinctively, trying to chase the feeling of your touch, wanting more.
“Don’t stop.” he pleaded, his voice needy and weak.
You had no intention of stopping, not until he was completely undone beneath you. Your tongue moved with purpose, pushing him closer and closer to the climax you knew was building inside him. The way you could feel his every reaction made it even more intense.
His fist moved faster around his cock, stroking himself with an urgent need. He moaned louder, his voice breaking with pleasure as he felt himself teetering on the edge. With one final, deep thrust of your tongue, he arched his back, his body bowing with the intensity of his release.
He cried out as he came, his hips bucking against the bed. His hand moved in a blur, stroking himself through it as his cum painted the sheets beneath him in hot, thick spurts. You didn’t stop, your tongue continuing to tease and pleasure him, prolonging his orgasm until he was utterly spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks and his moans turning into breathless gasps as he finally began to come down from the high.
You gently eased your tongue out, leaving soft kisses on his sensitive skin as he lay there, spent and trembling from the intensity of it all.
When you finally pulled back, he looked at you over his shoulder for a second, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He managed a tired but genuine smile, his eyes shining with satisfaction and a hint of shyness.
Then, with a soft laugh, he turned back and buried his face in the pillow, hugging it to himself as if trying to hide. His body curled slightly, the vulnerability of the moment making him endearingly shy.
“Fuck- That was…” he whispered, his muffled, “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
You smiled, crawling up to lie beside him, your own body buzzing with satisfaction. “I’m glad you liked it.” you said softly, your fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. “I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.”
He turned his head slightly, peeking out from the pillow. “You were amazing.” he murmured, a small, appreciative smile tugging at his lips. “I never thought I’d be into something like that, but…wow.”
You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words as he reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours.
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A few days later, you had settled into the rhythm of your new ‘summer home’ so to speak. The place that had once felt foreign now felt familiar.
But today was different. Today was the day you would meet Alex’s parents.
As he drove you both to their house, you couldn’t help but feel a knot of nervousness in your stomach. Maybe more than just one knot. The drive was scenic, with the town blurring past, but your thoughts were elsewhere.
Alex, however, seemed completely at ease, his arm casually draped out the open window, his other hand steady on the steering wheel. The wind tousled his hair, and every now and then, he’d glance over at you and smile. Those smiles were like a pill, easing your anxiety. You had him. Remembering you had him felt a surge of reassurance.
As you approached the door, the nervousness you’d felt earlier began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of calm. You had Alex by your side, and that was all you needed. The rest would fall into place.
“So,” Alex said, breaking the comfortable silence, “Any last minute questions before we go in there?”
You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “Nope. I’m ready.”
He gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and a quick kiss on the top of your head before knocking on the door. The sound echoed briefly, followed by the muffled sounds of footsteps approaching. The door swung open to reveal his mother’s warm, welcoming smile.
“Alex!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a hug before turning to you. “And you must be his lady now. Lovely to finally meet you.” Alex’s father appeared behind her, offering a friendly wave.
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you as you stepped into their home. Alex kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside, his presence a constant source of comfort.
As the initial introductions were made and you settled into their cosy living room, you felt the last remnants of your nerves dissipate. Alex’s parents were kind and welcoming, making you feel instantly at ease.
Everything was going well until they eventually asked how the two of you met. You didn’t know what to say, or what Alex would have wanted you to say, so you let him answer instead. You could notice how he instantly tensed up, his shoulders stiffening as he debated internally what he should say.
You could feel his hesitation as he finally spoke. “We met at the university.” he said carefully, his voice steady but betraying a hint of unease. “She was my student, and...well, she still is.”
His parents exchanged a quick glance, the briefest flicker of surprise crossing their faces, but they didn’t say anything about it. Sensing how Alex didn’t want to dwell on the topic, they quickly jumped to a different subject.
You breathed a silent sigh of relief as the tension began to dissolve, grateful for the change in topic. Alex’s hand found yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He glanced at you, a small, apologetic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You squeezed back, letting him know it was okay.
“So, what are your plans for the summer?” his mother said brightly, steering the conversation towards safer waters.
Alex took a moment, his hand tightening slightly around yours. “Well,” he began, “We’re going to be staying here, at my old place, to get away from-” He stopped himself, shaking his head as if to clear away the thought. “Anyways,” he continued, offering a small smile, “She’s from here too, so…yeah.”
His parents smiled warmly, and his father nodded. “It’s always nice to come back home.” he said. “There’s something special about this place.”
You felt Alex relax beside you, the tension easing from his shoulders. The conversation flowed more easily after that, the initial awkwardness dissipating as his parents asked about your favourite spots in town and shared stories from Alex’s childhood.
By the end of the evening, you felt a sense of accomplishment and relief. Meeting his parents had been a significant step, and despite the brief moment of tension, it had gone well, you thought. As you and Alex prepared to leave, his mother pulled you into a warm hug.
“It was so lovely to meet you, dear.” she said sincerely. “We’re glad Alex brought you here.”
“Thank you,” you replied, smiling. “I’m glad too.”
As you stepped outside, Alex noticed a subtle look from his mother, a mixture of concern and unspoken words. He turned to you and suggested, “Why don’t you drive us back now? Go ahead and get the car started, and roll the windows down so it can cool off a bit.”
“Sure.” you agreed, and he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before you walked toward the car.
Once you were out of earshot, Alex turned back to his parents, his stomach knotting with anxiety. He could tell something was wrong. His mother’s warm demeanour shifted slightly, replaced by a more serious expression.
“Alex,” she began, her voice gentle but firm, “She’s lovely, truly. But are you sure this is right, considering you’re her professor?”
Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. All those thoughts he had worked so hard to bury came rushing back, a torrent of doubt and self-recrimination. He had convinced himself that what he felt for you was genuine, that your relationship was built on mutual respect and affection. But now, standing there with his parents’ concerned eyes on him, the uncertainty clawed at him.
Is it wrong? he thought, his mind spiralling. Are they suggesting I’m taking advantage of you?
Am I?
His father chimed in, “We just want to make sure you’ve thought this through. There are power dynamics at play, and it can get complicated.”
Alex felt his heart race, a mix of guilt, fear, and defensiveness churning inside him. “I love her.” he said, his voice tinged with desperation. “It’s not about power or control or anything like that. It’s real.”
His mother reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “We know you believe that, Alex. We just want to make sure you’re both aware of the potential repercussions.”
He nodded, feeling a wave of frustration. “I’ve thought about it. Trust me. I’ve tried to be careful, to make sure this is right for both of us but…” His voice trailed off, the whole situation pressing down on him.
He could see you in the distance, waiting by the car, oblivious to the storm of emotions raging inside him now. He wanted to protect you, to shield you from any harm or judgement. But the doubts were insidious, creeping into his mind and casting shadows over everything.
As he walked back to the car, his steps felt heavy, burdened by the weight of his parents’ words. Sliding into the passenger seat, he forced a smile, not wanting to worry you. But the questions lingered, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.
“Ready?” you asked, glancing over at him.
“Yeah.” he replied, his voice strained. “Let’s go.”
As you drove away, he stared out the window, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He loved you, that much he was sure of. But now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he had been fooling himself all along.
Back at home, you noticed Alex's mood had shifted dramatically compared to how he was before you left. As soon as you walked through the door, he went straight to the sofa without saying a word, his usual warmth replaced by a cold, distant silence. The drive had been uncharacteristically quiet, and now he had turned the TV on to some random sports channel, his eyes fixed on the screen but not really watching it.
You sat next to him, close enough to lean into him and press soft kisses down his jawline. Slowly easing your way into his lap, you brushed his hair out of his face, hoping to draw him out of whatever was bothering him. He felt the warmth of your touch, the familiar comfort of your affection, and part of him wanted to melt into you. But those nagging thoughts were still at the forefront of his mind, casting a heavy shadow over his heart and clouding his feelings.
You felt his lack of response, but you assumed he was just being moody or tired like he sometimes was and he needed a little push. Determined to lift his spirits, you started grinding your hips onto him, giggling softly as you kissed down his neck. Your hand moved to palm him over his pants, expecting to feel him harden under your touch. But he wasn't. And usually he would have been by now.
“Come on, Mr. Turner.” you whispered playfully, trying to tease him into responding.You kissed him again, trying to coax a reaction out of him. He tried pulling his head away, a move that felt like a knife to his heart because he didn’t want to reject you, but he couldn’t reciprocate either.
The playful use of his title only made things worse for him. The reminder of it reinforced everything that made this wrong in his mind. It brought back all the doubts, the guilt, the feeling that he was crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed. He felt a wave of nausea and self-loathing wash over him, his body stiffening in response.
“Stop.” he said, his tone harsher and more hostile than you’d ever heard it. He gently pushed you off his lap, his touch firm and reluctant. The tension in his voice and the force of his words struck you deeply.
You were stunned, feeling a mixture of hurt and confusion. He propped his legs up on the small table in front of the sofa, keeping his gaze stubbornly focused on the game playing on the TV. He didn’t even look back at you, his silence and cold demeanour making you feel almost discarded in a way.
“I’m going to bed.” you said softly, the pain evident in your voice, hoping he would at least acknowledge your departure with more than just a word.
“Goodnight.” he muttered, not even turning to face you.
As you walked back to the bedroom, you glanced at him one last time. He looked distant, a storm of emotions brewing beneath his calm exterior. You closed the door behind you, feeling a knot in your stomach, the weight of his rejection heavy on your heart. He was never like this.
Alex sat there, his eyes fixed on the TV but his mind a chaotic mess. Hearing the door close behind you, he felt a wave of anger directed at himself. He hated how he had acted towards you, how he had pushed you away for no apparent reason. You didn’t know what his parents had said to him that made him feel like this. But it wasn’t their fault either. It was him. He was the one who couldn’t get past those doubts, those fears that maybe he was doing something wrong, maybe this relationship was wrong.
“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching in frustration. The guilt and self-loathing were suffocating, and he wished more than anything that he could just turn off his brain and let himself be happy with you. The realisation that he was hurting you, pushing you away when all he wanted was to hold you close, only made the turmoil inside him worse. He felt trapped by his own thoughts, unable to find a way to reconcile his love for you with the doubts that had been planted in his mind.
You sat in bed, staring at the ceiling, and you waited for him, the sheets cool and unfamiliar without his warmth beside you. You couldn’t fall asleep. You had grown used to having him there beside you basically every night. And your mind racing with questions and concerns. Why had he been so cold all of a sudden?
You watched the light from the TV in the other room flicker through the slight gap under the door, the shadows dancing and shifting with every change on the screen, just a reminder of the distance he set between you. You watched as it played out, casting shifting shadows in the room, hoping he would come to you.
He did come into the room at one point and, instinctively, you pretended to be asleep. Why? You didn’t fully understand, but that’s what you felt like doing. Maybe it was because you weren’t ready to face whatever it was that had caused this shift in him. He was only inside for a short couple of moments, though. You could hear him moving around, opening and fiddling through the drawers, rustling through his things. It was probably the one where he kept his sleep clothes. He stayed just long enough to grab whatever it was he needed, and then he left.
Though you couldn’t see it, Alex did pause by the door, his eyes taking in the sight of you lying there. As he stood there, watching you from the doorway, his chest tightening, he could tell you weren’t really asleep. He had watched you too many times to be fooled. The gentle rise and fall of your breathing, the slight tension in your body. He memorised it all. He knew you were awake. He could see the tension in the way you lay, the slight rigidity that betrayed you.
He just wanted to slip right beside you so badly, feeling undeniably drawn to you, to the point where he felt empty without you. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and feel your warmth against him. There was a gaping hole inside of him that could only be filled by you. He was utterly infatuated with everything you did. The way you walked, the way you spoke, even just the way you breathed. Every part of you drew him in, made him feel complete in a way nothing else could.
Tell me what to do with all this love…
The silent plea echoed in his mind as he watched you. He didn't know if he was asking you or himself. The confusion and self-doubt were overwhelming, but the love he felt for you was undeniable.
Finally, with a heavy heart, feeling like he wasn’t only betraying you, but himself, he turned and left the room, returning to his spot on the couch. The TV's flickering light cast shadows across his face, but all he could see was the image of you lying in bed, waiting for him. He didn't know how to make things right, how to reconcile his love for you with the doubts that plagued him. All he knew was that he needed you, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. But would that be right of him?
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The next morning, you woke up to an empty house. At some point, exhaustion had overtaken you, and you did fall asleep, but it was restless, punctuated by uneasy dreams. Now, as you moved through the quiet, unfamiliar space, you felt a growing sense of displacement. The place already felt new to you, and without him there, you felt out of place, like you didn’t belong there.
You went to the kitchen to drink some water and make coffee, trying to shake off the weirdness from the night before. The silence was odd, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves coming from the open window. The loneliness of the house pressed down on you, making you feel even more out of place. As you sipped your drink, the quiet enveloped you, a stark contrast to the usual rhythm you got into for your mornings with Alex.
Then, suddenly, you heard the sound of the lock turning and the door opening, breaking the silence. You stayed in your place, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, unsure what to expect. Your heart beat faster as you waited to see what he would do.
Alex walked in, his steps soft and hesitant. He came up behind you, his presence a familiar and comforting weight as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, a part of you relaxing. He must’ve been out for quite a while, you could smell the faint scent of sweat clinging to him. Maybe he’d been for a run. Possibly. But he didn’t say anything to you. Despite everything, his touch was still a comfort.
He leaned into you, his head resting on your shoulder. The silence between you was heavy with unspoken words. As he held you, he wished he could find the right ones to explain, to make you understand what he was feeling, make sense of the mess inside him. But it didn't even make sense to him. He felt the need to apologise, to reassure you, but the words seemed stuck in his throat. Instead, he held you tighter, his embrace a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding.
Holding you in his arms, he felt a mixture of relief and anguish. The scent of your hair, the feel and warmth of your body against his, the softness of you…it was everything he needed and more. He inhaled deeply, wishing he could have your scent permanently embedded in his nostrils, a constant reminder of the love you brought him. He wanted to tell you how much he needed you, how much he loved you, but all he could manage was to hold you closer, hoping that somehow you could feel it.
For a long moment, the two of you stayed like that. Alex's mind raced with thoughts, each one more confusing than the last. He wanted to be better for you, to be the man you deserved, but the doubts gnawed at him, making him question everything.
“I…” he started, but the words failed him. Instead, he held you even tighter, his arms a little more desperate. He would give anything to make things right, to have you understand the chaos inside his mind. Yet, all he could do was hold you.
You leaned back into him, your hand reaching up to touch his arm. You sat there, feeling the weight of his head on your shoulder, the tension in his embrace. You wanted to turn around and face him, to ask him what was wrong, but you also feared the answer. Instead, you leaned into his touch, hoping that your presence could offer some relief to whatever was going on.
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The following few days were a careful dance around the unspoken obvious tension between you. At least Alex was talking to you again, which felt like a step in the right direction. However, each conversation was laced with an awkwardness, a silent agreement, that you didn’t actually really agree to, of avoiding the topic that hung between you. He only gathered the courage to speak to you when he sensed that you wouldn’t push him to explain. Deep down, he knew you should have. He shouldn’t get away with avoiding it. But the thought of talking about it felt hopeless, like it would break him.
You noticed his distance, the way he seemed to calculate every move around you. His touches were rare and hesitant, limited to a quick hug or a kiss on the forehead. There was an invisible barrier between you, a rupture that hadn’t existed before that night. Each day, you hoped for a sign that things would return to normal, but the uncertainty lingered.
Alex felt trapped in his own mind, wrestling with the guilt and confusion that plagued him. Every interaction with you was followed by the fear that he was doing something wrong, that he was hurting you in ways he couldn’t quite understand. The memory of his parents' words gnawed at him as a constant reminder of the doubts he couldn’t shake off.
Despite his internal struggle, he tried to act normal, to go through the motions of your daily routines. There were moments when he would catch himself staring at you, overwhelmed by his feelings, and he’d have to look away, afraid you’d see the change in his eyes. He wanted to reach out, to hold you close and let you know how much he loved you, but the fear of his own inadequacy held him back.
You, on the other hand, were caught between giving him space and wanting to confront the issue head-on. The silence was deafening, and the lack of physical affection felt like a gaping hole in your relationship. But you held back, hoping that he would open up to you.
Even with his best efforts to maintain some semblance of normalcy, the distance between you grew more pronounced each night. He still wasn’t sleeping with you. Literally just sleeping. He wasn’t sleeping in the same bed. Though, he pretended to. He came to bed, lying beside you, but after a while, you could always feel him leave. He tried to be quiet, but the absence of his warmth in the middle of the night was impossible to ignore.
You knew he was trying to avoid confronting whatever was bothering him. He knew that you knew, no matter how many times he would say that he just woke up earlier or couldn’t sleep. It was no use. The bed felt emptier without him, and the lies, as well-intentioned as they might have been, stung each time.
He would slip out to the living room, sinking into the sofa where he could hide for a little while longer. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he could feel the weight of his own insufficiency pressing down on him. He missed you, missed the comfort and the intimacy that came with sharing a bed. Everything would twist in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. He longed to return to you, to hold you and let you know that everything would be alright. But he couldn’t shake the fear that he was failing you, that he was somehow not enough.
You, lying awake in the bedroom, could hear the faint sounds of him settling into the sofa, the creak of the springs, the rustle of the blankets. The place felt too big, too quiet without him beside you. Each night, as you lay there, you tried to think of ways to reach him, to break through the wall he had built around himself. But the fear of pushing him too hard, of driving him further away, held you back. So you waited for him. Waited. And waited.
In the early hours of the morning, he would sometimes drift back into the bedroom, hoping you were asleep so he wouldn’t have to face the disappointment in your eyes. He would lie down beside you, trying to pretend that he had been there all along. But you always knew. His movements were too careful, too deliberate.
One evening, as you sat on the couch reading a book, Alex walked in and hesitated before sitting next to you. He glanced at you, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and regret. “Hey.” he said softly, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between you.
“Hey.” you replied, looking up from your book and offering him a small smile.
“I’ve been thinking…” he began, then paused, struggling to find the right words. “Look, I- I know I haven’t been myself lately. And…I’m sorry for that. I just…Can I come to bed with you tonight?”
You looked at him, seeing the vulnerability etched on his face. “I didn’t ever not want you there, Alex.” you said gently. “You don’t need to ask. It’s your house.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know it’s my house.” he said, his voice tinged with frustration and sadness. “But it’s not about that. I want to know that you want me there…that you’re okay with me being there.”
Alex’s eyes searched yours, looking for some reassurance. He looked tired, evident in the lines on his face and the tension in his posture. His usual demeanour was replaced with a tentative, more or less boyish uncertainty. His gaze flickered between your eyes and the floor as he spoke, as if he couldn’t bear to fully face the possibility of rejection.
You could see it in his eyes, the fear that he was losing you, the contradicting desperate hope that you still wanted him despite everything. His voice wavered slightly, betraying him. “I want to be with you.” he continued.
You reached out, placing your hand on his. “I want you there, Alex. I want you with me.” you said, your voice soft but firm. “I’m okay with you being there. I need you there.”
A flicker of relief crossed his face, and he squeezed your hand gently, holding onto it like a lifeline. He nodded, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. “Thank you.” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I…I’ll do better. I promise.”
He looked at you, and you could see how much he was struggling to hold it all together. His shoulders relaxed slightly, and he seemed to take comfort in your words, drawing some strength from your reassurance.
For a moment, the room was filled with a silence that wasn’t oppressive this time. You leaned in, resting your head against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. The connection between you, though strained, was still there.
He held you, his heart pounding with the momentary relief and still lingering anxiety. He wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that he could overcome the doubts that had been eating away at him. As he sat there with you, he felt a glimmer of hope, a fragile but precious thread that he was determined to hold onto.
Later, you both prepared for bed, like usual. You could sense Alex’s nervous energy as he emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of old loose gym shorts and a well-worn, faded t-shirt that hung slightly off his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to gather his courage for what came next.
When he finally joined you in bed, he hesitated at the edge, as if unsure of his place. He slipped under the covers, keeping to his side, his body stiff and uncertain. You could feel the gap between you, like a physical barrier of the distance that had crept in. It wasn't what you wanted, and you knew it wasn't what he wanted either.
“Come closer.” you whispered, your voice cutting through the quiet of the room. You reached back, turning slightly, your fingers brushing against his arm, urging him to move.
He glanced at you and, after a moment, he slowly scooted over, the mattress shifting under his weight as his body inched closer to yours. As he positioned himself behind you, you felt the warmth of his presence, his warm breath on the back of your neck, a comfort you had missed dearly. Cautiously, he started to play with your hair, his fingers tracing gentle patterns in it on the pillow. The repetitive motion was soothing, a small gesture that made you feel a bit better.
You reached back, taking his arm and moving it over your waist, pulling him closer. He responded, wrapping his arm around you, his grip timid at first but growing more secure as you shuffled back into him, pressing your body against his, moulding to him.
Alex's breath hitched slightly as you entwined your legs with his, rubbing against him, the soft hairs on his legs brushing over your skin. He tightened his hold on you, his arm resting firmly over your waist, his fingers tracing light, absentminded patterns on your stomach.
The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against your back, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the gentle pressure of his arm around your waist…it was all so achingly familiar. The tension of the past days seemed to melt away, replaced by a delicate sense of serenity. The doubts and fears that had plagued his mind still lingered, but they felt more distant, taking the backseat, overshadowed by the sheer feeling of you so close, the scent of your hair, the feel of your skin against his, the way you fit perfectly into the curve of his body.
He marvelled at how something so simple could feel so right and wrong at the same time. He tightened his grip around your waist even more, his fingers splaying out over your stomach, holding you as if you might slip away. The thought of being without this was unbearable.
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In the morning, very early, you stirred from sleep. The faint light of sunrise seeping through the gaps in the curtains cast a soft glow over the room. You blinked a few times, your eyes adjusting to the dim light, and became aware of the comforting weight of Alex's arm draped over your waist.
Still half asleep, you felt a slight, rhythmic movement against you. It took a moment for your foggy mind to process what was happening, but then you realised. Alex was still in the same position you both had fallen asleep in, his body pressed closely against yours. He must have been dreaming, unaware of his actions, but you could feel him hard against you, his arousal unmistakable as he unconsciously rubbed himself against you.
The sensation stirred something within you, longing. You just wanted to lay back in his tenderness. You missed this closeness, this intimacy that had been so absent in the past few days. You could feel the shape of him, the firmness, and it awakened a need in you that you had pushed aside for too long already.
You stayed still, savouring the moment, the feel of him against you. His breath was warm against your neck, his grip around your waist tightening slightly as he moved. You could sense his need, even in his sleep, and it mirrored your own.
Slowly, you pressed back into him, encouraging the contact, your body responding to his in a way that felt so natural. You shifted slightly, adjusting your position to align with him better, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you as his movements became more insistent, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the sensation, the familiar rhythm of his body against yours, the heat of his skin, the sound of his breathing.
His body continued to move against yours, a soft, involuntary groan escaping his lips as he gradually became more conscious. The sound was low and throaty, a mix of desire and the remnants of sleep, and it sent a shiver down your spine. His grip on your waist tightened momentarily, his fingers digging into your skin to keep you pressed up against him.
You turned your head slightly, whispering his name softly. “Alex…”
He stilled instantly, the fog of sleep lifting as he became aware of what he was doing. You felt him tense, his body going rigid behind you. For a moment, there was silence, then he let out a shaky breath, another soft groan escaping his lips as he processed the situation.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, the word telling of his obvious arousal and frustration. His breath was hot against your neck, and you could feel his heart pounding against your back.
“I'm sorry.” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and something else. Guilt, perhaps. “I didn't mean to…”
You turned in his arms, facing him. His eyes were wide, filled with a mix of embarrassment and regret. You reached up, cupping his face, wanting to press a gentle kiss to his lips but he turned away before you could.
Suddenly, he got up from the bed, wiping his tired eyes and adjusting his erection in his shorts so it wouldn’t be as obvious to you as he walked to the bathroom, even though he clearly knew you were aware of the situation going on down there. He went into the bathroom with a quick, almost desperate stride, unintentionally closing the door harshly behind him. The loud sound woke him even more and brought him back to reality.
Inside, he braced himself by the sink, his hands gripping the edge tightly. He pondered whether he should look at himself in the mirror or not but decided it would be better not to. The sight of his own reflection would only deepen his frustration and guilt. He turned on the shower, the sound of the rushing water filling the small room.
He couldn’t stand to look down and see his erection straining against the material of his shorts, thinking of how he had been rubbing up against you. No. With a sense of urgency and frustration, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the knob to the coldest setting. He stood under the stream of cold water, hoping it would just go down. But he couldn’t help himself. The cold water wasn’t enough to subside the heat of his arousal. The memory of your warmth, the feel of your body against his, the soft way you whispered his name, it was all too much.
His hand moved instinctively, wrapping around his cock, and he stood there as the water poured over his back. The cold did little to help him. Instead, the stark contrast of the water against his heated skin only seemed to heighten the sensations. His movements were quick and desperate as he began to stroke himself. He leaned against the cool tile wall, his other hand splayed out for support. His breath came in short heavy bursts as he pumped faster and faster.
It didn’t take long for him to come, the pressure building rapidly as he moved his hand. The pent-up desire and frustration made the release quick and intense. His breathing was ragged, each exhale mixing with the rhythmic splashing of the water. He couldn’t even find the strength to hide his sounds. You could hear him from the bedroom. The sharp intake of breath, the soft, involuntary moans, the groans that grew louder as he approached his climax.
His head fell back as he came, the water splashing his face and mixing with the sweat and tears he didn’t even realise were there. He could feel his cum spilling out and saw as it was beginning to mingle with the water before quickly getting washed down the drain, leaving him feeling both relieved and more frustrated than ever.
As he stood there, catching his breath, the reality of the situation settled in. The cold water continued to pour over him, a reminder of his attempts to distance himself from you, and the failure of those attempts. He closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his own conflicted emotions bearing down on him. He wished he could find a way to make sense of it all. But for now, all he could do was stand there, letting the water wash away the evidence of his need.
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A few days after that morning, the tension between you and Alex remained unspoken. Neither of you mentioned what had happened, and while you tried to back off, the emotional distance was becoming unbearable. You found yourselves in the bedroom together again, sat in bed next to each other, the faint sound of music playing from the other room from when you ate dinner.
You thought that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be different. Maybe he would warm up to you this time. You shifted closer to Alex, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. He didn't pull away. You leaned in more, pressing soft kisses to his face and, again, he didn't seem to mind. Encouraged, you kissed his lips, an unsure, testing gesture. And to your relief, he reciprocated, kissing you back. There was a tentative quality to his movements, but the softness in his touch was unmistakable and it made your heart ache.
As he kissed you, Alex felt a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of your lips against his, the familiarity of your touch, everything he had been missing. The longing he had kept at bay surged forward, mingling with guilt and fear. He wanted to lose himself in the moment, to let go of the doubts and everything, but they clung to him, a persistent shadow. He wanted this, wanted you, but it all gnawed at him, making him question if he deserved it. Each kiss felt like a lifeline.
Your desperation grew as you felt him respond. You climbed into his lap, kissing him harder, your tongue slipping inside his mouth. You tugged at his hair, the intensity of finally tasting him again overwhelming your senses.
Alex's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of arousal and an underlying sense of unworthiness. He felt himself getting hard beneath you, a physical reaction that clashed with his emotions. He wanted to give in, to let himself be with you completely, but something held him back. Alongside the physical desire was a persistent sense of unease. He still didn’t feel like he should allow himself to get horny around you, the lingering guilt making it hard for him to fully give in to the moment. He was torn between the intense need for you and the fear that he was doing something wrong.
You could feel his body responding, feel him growing hard underneath you. As you kept making out, grinding your hips and losing yourself in the moment, you started to notice his movements faltering. The rhythm you had built together began to stutter, and it then registered to you that something was wrong. Only then you noticed the wetness on his cheeks.
You pulled back to look at him, your eyes widening and your heart sinking as you saw the tears streaming down his face. Alex quickly covered himself with his hands, bending his head down in an attempt to hide. His body shook with silent sobs, the dam of emotions he had been holding back finally breaking.
“Alex…” you whispered, your heart breaking at the sight of him. You reached out, trying to comfort him, but he pulled away slightly, still hiding his face.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out between sobs, “I just… I-”
He shook his head, his shoulders shaking with silent cries. You felt a wave of helplessness wash over you. You wanted to fix it, to make everything right, but you didn’t know how. All you could do was hold him. You gently pried his hands away from his face, revealing the raw pain in his eyes. The vulnerability you saw there broke your heart.
You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing away his tears. “It’s okay.” you said softly, trying to soothe him. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”
He leaned into your touch, his tears still falling, but the weight on his chest felt a little lighter knowing that you were there. He looked at you, his eyes red and filled with anguish, and for the first time, you saw the full extent of it, of everything he’d been struggling with.
He just cried, and you felt helpless, unable to find the words or actions to make it better. You held him, feeling the tremors of his sobs against your body, wishing you could fix it all.
After what felt like an eternity, he moved suddenly, pulling your top over your head with a desperate urgency. Confusion washed over you as he started to push down his own sweatpants. You tried to stop him, your hands on his, asking, “What are you doing?”
His response was wordless, pushing your hands away. He tugged down your shorts, flipping you over so you were face down on the bed. He couldn’t look at you. His weight pressed you into the mattress, a mixture of comfort and confinement. It would have been everything you wanted if it weren't for the sound of his crying still coming from behind you.
You could feel him against you, still hard, his body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was intoxicating, but the context made it bittersweet. You could feel the desperation in his movements, the way his hips ground against you. He adjusted slightly, his hand guiding himself between your thighs.
When he entered you, both of you gasped at the intense, familiar feeling. His gasp was caught in his throat, his breath hitching as he struggled to breathe through the sobs. You felt a mix of pleasure and pain, it felt good, but it was confusing.
He began to move inside you, his pace slow and unsure. You could feel his tears on your back, the occasional sob breaking through his heavy breathing. It was as if he was trying to find his answers in the physical connection, a way to drown out everything in his mind. His movements were a strange combination of tenderness and desperation, each thrust a silent plea for comfort and understanding.
Your own emotions were a whirlwind. You wanted to be there for him, to make him feel better, but the intensity of the situation left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You reached back, trying to touch him, but he was lost in his own world.
“Alex.” you whispered, your voice trembling. “It’s fine…you- you don’t have to.”
He didn’t respond, his focus entirely on the act, as if it was the only way he could express what he was feeling. The tears continued to flow, mingling with the sweat on his face. His sobs were quieter now, but the pain was still palpable.
Despite everything, there was a certain release in the act. You could feel him pouring everything into each movement, trying to find some relief, a way to cope with the overwhelming feelings inside him.
As the moments stretched on, you felt a shift. His movements became more steady, the desperation easing slightly as he found a rhythm. His grip on your hips tightened, his body pressing more firmly against yours. The intensity was still there, but there was also a hint of something else. Perhaps acceptance. Or a fleeting sense of peace.
Finally, he came, his body tensing as he shuddered, his breath hot against your skin. His sobs mingled with the sounds of his release as you felt him spill inside you, his grip loosening as the last of the pleasure coursed through him.
He collapsed onto you. His breath was ragged, his body trembling slightly. You lay there, both of you trying to process the moment. The room was filled with the sound of your breathing, the aftermath of his emotional storm.
After a while, he rolled off you, lying beside you on the bed. He looked at you, his eyes red and swollen. But he finally looked at you, fully.
“I’m lonely,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “Horribly lonely because of this love I feel for you, and I don’t know what to do with it. It feels like I’m right back at the beginning…But when we’re together, it’s like we melt into each other. Like we’re edged with mist…making an unsubstantial territory.”
His words hung in the air, unfiltered. You moved carefully back into his lap, straddling him again. This time, there was no rush, just a gentle persistence. You began to pull his shirt off, your hands moving with a slow, deliberate intent. He wanted to stop you at first, his hands catching yours, but you whispered, “Let me move.”
He let go, his hands falling to his sides. “Just lay back.” you said, hugging him close, pressing your naked chest to his. You felt his skin stick to yours, a mingling of warmth and sweat. “Why won’t you let me love you?” you asked, your voice breaking slightly.
“I want to,” he murmured, “I want to fill you with the sweetest love…all over.”
“All over?” you repeated, the words tasting like a promise.
He nodded, his eyes locking onto yours. “All over.”
“Then don’t try to fight it.” you told him, your tone gentle but firm.
You felt his resistance waver, his hands moving to cup your face, pulling you into a tender kiss. This time, there was no desperation, only a deep, abiding love. His lips moved slowly against yours, savouring it. You could feel the shift in him, the way he began to relax into your touch, the tension melting away.
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a/n: i know his change in behaviour seems a bit harsh and out of nowhere but i hope you can see what i tried to convey. it ends a bit abruptly but he’ll get back to normal soon. and sorry if there are any mistakes or bits that don’t make sense but it’s a lot and i kept staring at it for way too long😭
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annasfantasies · 10 months ago
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Dates with Alex Turner
/alex turner x fem!reader
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Credits to whoever took this photos
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Pairing: Alex Turner x fem!reader
Summery: my thoughts about what is Alex like on dates
Warnings: fluff, mention of teasing, my English, short
Word count: 356
ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE
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-He definitely takes you out for at least once a week
-restaurants, picnics, bookshoping dates, strawberry picking, walking in park
-‘going to concerts of your favourite bands and singers together’ kind of date
-He gives you flowers every single time
-He Gets inspired by you and writes his ideas into his old small brown notebook that he takes everywhere with him
-you take your camera with you to take photos of him and him stealing it from you to take photos of you
-a lot of sweet kisses - on your cheeks, nose, forehead, the crown of your head, jaw, the back of your hand
-if you’re having picnic he is definitely laying on your thighs and kissing them + if you’re wearing knee socks then is is definitely playing with them
-he stares at you a lot, doesn’t even look away when you catch him
-says “I love you” a lot and when I mean a lot I mean A. LOT.
-when you guys are walking he is either holding your hand or have his arm around your shoulders or waist or you are holding onto his arm
-a lot of sweet nothings whispered into your ears
-gives you small presents - Pandora bracelet and the pendants, necklaces (with his initial of course), books, bookmarks, love letters, short poems about you, keychain, rings, photos is you tee with something sweet written on the back of it, something like “I love you, my love” “to my beautiful girl/wife”
-makes sure he compliments you
-if you’re sitting next to him his arm is either around your shoulders, waist or he is holding your thigh or hand, whatever makes you comfortable
-flirts with you so much that you’re blushing all the time, he loves seeing you so shy
-teases you just as much
-cracks jokes just to see you smile and hear you laugh
-loves it when you flirt with him too, his cheeks are always painted in light pink
-when you’re walking he randomly stops you, grabs your cheeks and presses the most loving kiss ever onto your lips
-glares at anyone who even tries to check you out
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A/N: hey guysss💗 wanted to thank you all for the love you showed to my previous posts, I really appreciate🫶🫶 if you find and mistake please let me know‼️
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