#Alex turner x f!reader

[rentsturner]

When You've Come Undone - A.T. drabble

a/n: just wanted to post something for yous, its literally just porn without a plot and it's pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it

warnings: afab!reader, smut, lots of smut, grinding, anal, fingering, dom/sub undertones, daddy kink, soft dom!al, a teeny tiny bit of cnc if you squint...squirting, aftercare. I think that's everything...

DON'T ENJOY IT - DON'T READ IT - DON'T COME AT ME

It’s only 9am and already you’re horny. But that’s what happens when you wake up to your boyfriend rutting into you from behind, both of you still half asleep, the air thick with warmth and lust. Alex is hard, rolling his morning wood gently into your ass, pushing in between your cheeks as best he can over your pyjama shorts. They’ll be off soon. 

“Morning, baby.” Alex grunts into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. You twist your head round to peck his lips, giggling as he continues placing kisses on your cheek, your jaw, down your neck until he’s nipping and sucking along your shoulder. 

Within moments your sleep shorts are kicked off, Alex’s boxers thrown onto the floor. You can feel his hardness pressing against you and you practically gush at the feeling. Your thighs are already wet, still sticky from the few rounds that you had last night and fell asleep before you could clean up. 

You roll over to face Alex, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, kissing his lips eagerly as your hand reaches down to stroke his cock lightly. He grunts and squeezes your ass with his large palms as his hips stutter into your touches. 

“Need you now, baby.”

“Please-”

Alex pushes the covers away, tugging your legs apart so he can rub his tip against your heat. You groan and bury your face in his neck, so ready for him.

You’re so wet already, a combination of the night before and the grinding, and Alex is so eager, he pushes forward and-

“Fuck, Al, that’s-”

You yelp as his thick head pushes at your hole - your other hole, the thick ring of muscle twitching at the unexpected intrusion.

“Shit-”

Alex pulls back, pumping himself a few times before lining up with your cunt, but before he pushes in he pauses. He moves back to look at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I want to. Do you?”

“Y-you want to…”

“Fuck your ass.’

Your heart skips a beat - you’ve never considered it, not properly. Not after seeing how big Alex is at least. He barely fits in your pussy, let alone your ass. But you can’t deny how excited the idea gets you. 

“Al, my ass, it’s tight, you won’t-“

“What?” Alex smirks, the insufferable shit, he knows exactly what you mean. He just loves teasing you, loves the pout on your face as he winds you up.

“It’s not gonna fit, Al, you’re too big-“

“Let me worry about that. I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry, just spread your legs for me baby, that’s it, as far as they go.”

He pushes gently against your legs, you bend your knees so you can give him more access and he grins, stroking himself slowly before prodding his tip gently against your ass.

“Yeah?” He quirks a brow at you, his pants coming low and heavy.

You gulp. “Yeah.”

And then you’re whimpering and squeezing your eyes closed as he nudges forward, the pressure building and then a burning pain as the ring of muscle finally gives around his cock.

“Fuck..”

The expletive falling from Alex’s mouth is drawn out and low, practically a groan. You, on the other hand, can’t even form any words, your mouth gaping open, the sensation new and intrusive and unfamiliar and so fucking good - and he’s only put the tip in.

He starts rolling his hips into you as best he can, but its too much for you, you haven’t adjusted yet, and you try to push him away. You push weakly at his shoulders, but it does nothing. Alex just kisses your temple, one hand reaching down to stroke your thigh soothingly.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s gonna hurt a little but-”

“Too much, Al, t-too big, I-” You’re babbling now, your mind going a little fuzzy as all you can think about is the stretch, the deep, deep stretch and red hot head of Alex’s cock pushing into new territory, taking it as his.

“Just a little longer, it’s gonna feel so good, I promise.” 

“P-promise?”

“I promise, baby.” Alex leans down to peck your lips and you taste the saltiness of his sweat, smelling his musk completely surrounding you. Cigarettes and spice and Alex.

“You’re gonna take it, and it’s gonna feel so good-”

“I’ll be a good girl, D-daddy, I will-”

“I know, princess, so good for me, so fucking good.”

His hips are rolling faster now, the slick dripping from your cunt lubing you both up so it's a little easier for him to push in, but it's still a tight fit and he resorts to mostly grinding against you, pushing a little more in with each stroke. Your ears are ringing and you grip onto Alex’s shoulders for dear life. He grabs your legs behind your knees, rolling you over so you’re underneath him and he pushes your legs back as far as he can.

You only whine, sinking your nails onto his shoulder blades as you feel him even deeper inside your guts. Your hole clenches painfully around his thick cock, eliciting a raw groan from Alex. One of his hands is on your neck, pushing you down as he shifts into a comfortable position between your legs. You moan at the new position, the spread of your legs allowing Alex just to push in that little deeper and the stretch is so intense, you’ve never felt anything like it. 

“That’s it, baby, doing so well for daddy, aren’t you?” Alex looks down at you, his hair dishevelled from sleep and dark with sweat, a few strands hanging over his face, his jaw slack as pants escape from his mouth.

“So good, so full, d-daddy, so good-” Your words are cut off as he reaches down to strum at your clit, flicking his thumb over the sensitive nub until you’re seeing stars. You can feel your climax building, your breath coming in short gasps, fingers gripping at Alex’s back, feeling his taunt muscles tense and twist every time he thrusts into you. 

A few tears track down your cheeks from sheer ecstasy, and Alex reaches up to brush them away, his fingers wet with your slick. Actually, everything is soaked - your thighs, Alex’s pubes and crotch, the mattress underneath you. Your poor cunt is painfully empty, clenching around nothing.

“A-Al, Daddy, n-need– I’m a good girl, please-”

“I’ve got you, baby.” It’s like he can read your mind, reaching down once again, this time pushing two fingers roughly into your aching cunt and your hips buck, a silent scream pushing its way out your mouth. 

“That's better, eh? So good, taking me in all of your holes, aren’t you, baby?”

You barely even hear his words, just the tone of his voice, the deep vibrations against your neck, the feel of his wet hair on your cheek, his chest pressing against yours and it's all so hot and thick and you really might pass out.

“Answer me.” The sharp tone snapping you out of your delirium.

“Y-yes, yes, yes.” Once you start you can’t stop, repeating the words like a mantra to the rhythm of Alex’s thrusts. 

His fingers twist, buried deep in your cunt and pressing until Alex can feel his own cock thrusting in and out, separated by his fingers by only a thin sheet of muscle and you scream, the sensation all too much. You feel a gush of wetness, your head so fuzzy that you feel you might just float away. Alex chokes out a groan as you squirt all over him, just adding to the complete wet mess where you're attached. His fingers continue pumping, his cock still hot and heavy inside your asshole and you feel yourself slipping, the edges of your vision going black.

When you come back around, Alex is collapsed on top of you, his whole form shaking with every breath he takes. You card your fingers through his soaked hair, tugging on the strands lightly.

He pushes himself off you so he can look down at you properly, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

“That good, hm? You squirted AND you passed out, I reckon that’s a new record.”

You laugh and push at his shoulder playfully, your ass squeezing tightly around his softening cock and he gasps. 

“Fuck, don’t do that, or I’ll have to pin you down and go again.”

“I wouldn’t complain.” You wink and laugh, stroking your hands up and down his arms, smoothing over his shoulders and feeling the little marks where your nails dug into his skin so hard. 

“That’s plans for tonight sorted then.”

Alex pulls out gently, shuffling down the bed so he can look at your ruined holes. You flinch as his finger traces lightly around your ass hole, massaging the sore skin gently. He grabs a cloth from the bedside table, using it to clean you up, making sure he’s soft and slow with his actions. It’s still overwhelming, still so sensitive from the absolute pounding you just took. You wince and Alex meets your gaze, blinking in apology, before concentrating on cleaning you up again.

“We should probably let your arse hole recover in the meantime. You’re gaping like a fucking fish after this-”

“Shut up.” You pout, pulling him back up to your level so you can cuddle into his chest. “Do you think it will go back to normal?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“...What do you mean ‘maybe’?!”

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[andulina567]

I need this era back. Daddy Alex

one point perspective, columbiahalle 25-05-2018 🖤

[annasfantasies]

Sugar 2

/alex turner x fem!reader

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Credits to the owners of the photos

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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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[youresodarkbabe]

i'm listening, ready to learn (prof!a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: prof!al x reader (yes this is influenced by the recents), age gap, piv, dom-ish al, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 2.6k

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"it's definitely not the worst i've seen."

those four words were like a knife to the heart. you put everything you had into those pictures, worked on them for weeks, refining, editing, reshoots, and that still didn't please him. you gave him everything you had to offer, and it still wasn't enough. you could cry on the spot, but his voice pulled you out of your mind's abyss.

"do you want a second chance? i mean, i think you could do much better than this, not to be too harsh."

you had to stop yourself from showing your sheer happiness, you couldn't believe this. you try your hardest to compose yourself before speaking.

"yes, please," you mutter quietly, your voice coming out almost like a squeak. he found it endearing.

he sets your portfolio on his desk and stands up, sliding it over to you with a smile before taking a sip of his coffee.

"tell me if this crosses a line, but would you like to do the shoots at my studio? i have everything you need and more there, i think it'd be very useful."

reality hits you hard. you and your professor at his studio, all alone. if you weren't already trying to conceal your emotions, you were definitely doing it now. ignoring the heat pooling between your legs, you nod, not trusting yourself to speak, afraid of what would come out of your mouth.

"alright," alex grabs a pen from his shirt pocket and jots down his phone number and studio's address on a post it note and sticks it on the top of your portfolio, "how's this friday? is 7 good for you?"

you nod again, eyes fixed on his. "'s perfect, sir."

the sun was shining perfectly, his eyes illuminating like gold. he was so, so beautiful and it took everything you had to break that eye contact and walk out of the class.

come friday, and you're already panicking. you can't find any of the things you need, your reference pictures are shit in hindsight and your roommate had accidentally broken the lens you needed for your camera. regardless, you show up to the studio twenty minutes too early with all you could carry, hoping he wouldn't hate you for your lack of equipment.

he opens the door in a red shirt, a few buttons undone. you couldn't help but picture what he'd look like with the shirt off.

"you're early, doll," he lets you into the studio and shows you where to keep your stuff. "i would've rushed a bit more when cleaning if i knew you'd be so early."

your cheeks heat up as you take in his words.

"i can always come back later?" you say, almost immediately packing your stuff back up, only for alex to stop you with a hand holding your wrist firmly in place.

"it's fine, promise. just a tad unexpected."

he gives you that classic smile and all the worry in your heart seems to melt away. he asks if you'd like some space to set up, and as much as you want to spend time with him, you know it'd be best if you focused, so you say yes. alex darts off to the other side of the room where you see him fiddling with the portfolio from your previous meeting. you tear away your focus from him and set up your camera and all you'd need for the shoot.

he shuts it abruptly, the sound making you jump, his voice instantly soothing your mind.

"did you bring any references?"

shit, you think to yourself. you hated the references you originally had, you left them at home. you had absolutely nothing.

alex tuts, setting the portfolio back down and walking to you, tapping your chin so you'd look up at him, which you do.

"i can see you gettin' in your head. you don't have to worry, we can figure this out, okay?"

"okay."

you and alex stand there for a moment, faces so close, almost close enough for you to close the gap— to kiss him, but you choose against it. alex again seems to be the one to snap out of the haze first, taking a few steps away, clearing his throat. "i, uh, have some pictures you could use as a reference."

right. the photoshoot. that's why you're here.

"you wanna go get 'em for me?" alex asks as he sits down on the chair in front of your camera. you say yes, waiting on him to tell you where to go.

"just that shelf there, the gray one."

you hold the hefty photo album in your hand and hand it to him, standing behind him, leaning in to look at the pictures.

calling them gorgeous would be an understatement. you had been passionate for photography for as long as you could remember and you had never seen pictures that had captured the human essence that beautifully.

alex points at a specific picture and looks up at you, beaming.

the photograph looked simple enough, but there was something to it, something that made it transcend normalcy, the model looked ethereal. it was in black and white, and the standout feature was the bright red lipstick mark on the model's neck, you could immediately picture alex like that, he'd look so perfect.

you try ignoring how wet just the thought of him like that makes you and as if on cue, he says your name, you look away from the picture and back at him.

"i can see the ideas in your eyes, i think we'd best get started, hm?"

you let out a shaky breath and are about to go to your camera, before you pause and turn to him.

"am i.. do i have to take the pictures of you?"

and for the first time, you see a blush grace your professor's perfect face.

"that was the plan, yeah. we can always find a different picture to replicate if you want, it's fine, i don't mind—"

"no! i mean, it's fine. i'm alright with taking the pictures of you, sir."

alex runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips, "alright, okay,". he smiles at you again, making your heart melt and you feel yourself getting soaked. "think i should change this shirt, though. what do you think, sweetheart?"

based on the look on his face, you can tell he didn't mean to let the nickname slip. you'd be lying if you said you didn't love the way how naturally it rolled off his tongue, though. his accent made the word go straight to your core.

"you can change if you'd like."

he mumbles a quiet 'yeah', and goes off into the corner of the room, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks, unaware of how your eyes are fixed onto him. he slips the shirt off and turns to you, holding two shirts in either of his hands.

"black or white?"

you eye him up and down, replying despite being completely distracted.

"white."

he puts the shirt on as he walks back to the seat, you avoid eye contact because who knows what he'd say if you kept staring.

he sits down and you look back down at the reference picture, one question filling your mind.

"sir?"

he hums in response, fixing the camera slightly.

"the lipstick mark. do i have to—"

"if you want. it's not needed, you don't have to."

the second you hear alex say you can kiss him, you grab your red lipstick and apply it, not noticing how enamored alex is. he watches on as you swipe the lipstick along your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to feel them against his, but at the same time, terrified that you don't see him the same way.

you stand in between alex's legs, one of his hands on your waist as you lean in and press your lips to the side of his neck, under his jaw. you hear his breath hitch as you pull away, the grip on your waist getting firmer.

"it doesn't look good, can i redo it?" you ask, just so you could kiss him again. alex nods and hands you his old shirt to wipe the lipstick off with. you kiss his neck again, this time with your lips parted, your teeth lightly grazing his pulse point.

alex's eyes fall shut and his mouth hangs open, a quiet groan gracing your ears. with his eyes still shut, he moves his other hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "that one good enough for you?", he asks, his hands moving to your back, wrapping around you.

"no, i think i need to kiss you again." you mutter, dipping your head even closer to his. alex doesn't hold back, this time. he leans in and kisses you, standing up and pulling away to kiss your cheek, laughing at the slight red tint he leaves.

"'m i right in assumin' my lips are red too, now?"

you nod as you tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him again, deeply, tongue and teeth clashing with no regard for anything but each other.

alex's hands slip down to your thighs, tapping on them and instinctively you jump into his grasp, letting him carry you with his hands planted firmly under your ass. he pulls away again, dipping his head to your neck, sucking, biting, licking— anything that makes you feel good. you feel how hard he is through your jeans, and you grind against him, making him moan along your collarbone.

"d'you wanna go to my room, baby?", he asks in between kisses. your mind is too overwhelmed with him to respond, so you just tug on his hair, hoping he'd take the message, which he does.

you can barely focus on where he's taking you, working on unbuttoning his shirt, not realising what alex takes with him into his room.

he lays you down on his bed, it dipping when he settles on his knees by your side, letting you unbutton his shirt. he shrugs it off, smiling at how you look at him, completely obsessed with you. he slides his hands under your shirt, waiting for you to let him know it was okay to take it off, which you do with a moan. you're grinding against his thigh now, letting him take your shirt off. while he's there, he also takes your bra off, swearing under his breath at the sight of your tits. he cups them, twisting your nipples between his fingers, watching as they harden, taking one into his mouth.

he sucks on it before pulling off with a pop, kissing all over your chest until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. he undoes the button and pulls them off slowly, along with your soaking wet panties, both joining the growing pile of clothes on his floor.

alex runs a finger through your folds and pops it into his mouth, humming as he tastes you.

your hips roll into his as you whine, "sir, i need you, please," you begged, and alex simply couldn't say no to you.

alex strips down fully in front of you, and just the sight of his cock makes you squirm. he was bigger than you'd imagined him being. trying to convince yourself that you could take him, you watch as he slides back in between your legs and places his arms on either side of your head. you can't help yourself from reaching out for his cock, stroking it and playing with the tip. his arms almost give in as he groans straight into your ear.

he moves one of his hands to pry yours away from his cock, "if you pull somethin' like that again, i'll make sure to leave you here, just like this. got it?"

the harshness in his voice makes you clench around nothing, you nod rapidly, biting your lip to keep quiet.

"good girl," alex mutters as he aligns himself with your aching hole, pushing in as slowly as possible, both of you moaning as he bottoms out. his hand goes to your clit, rubbing it in figure eights as slowly as possible as he pulls out almost completely, only to slam back in.

your hands go to his back, nails digging into his skin as he thrusts. he had a plan— he was going to take it slow, be as gentle as possible— but it all went to shit the second he saw the way your tits moved with every thrust.

he speeds up, going faster with every thrust, eyes flitting between your face and your tits. his fingers work your clit like magic and your back arches into him, tits pressing against his chest as he hits the perfect spot. you moan his name loudly, biting into his shoulder to muffle your noise. he strokes your hair softly, slowing down just a bit to kiss your cheek.

"feel good, princess?" he asks, his voice sweeter than sugar.

"so, so, so good, fuck—" you feel yourself getting closer and closer and alex can feel it too. you clench around him before you see white, the pleasure of it all taking over as you cum hard. alex fucks you through it, getting closer and closer to his peak.

just as he's about to cum, he pulls out, slightly too late. his cum spurts all over your thighs, stomach and cunt, but you're too fucked out to care.

"that was so good, love, you did so, so well for me."

he kisses your collarbone again, moving lower and lower, eventually settling with his face in between your thighs. he pushes the cum off of your stomach and thighs and into your cunt with his fingers, twisting them inside you. surprised, you tug on his hair, pulling him to look at you.

"i got you, good girl, don't worry, okay?"

you nod as alex pulls his fingers out and slides them into your mouth, making you suck them clean— which you do.

he kisses your inner thigh before finally licking a stripe up your worn pussy, making direct eye contact as he does so. his lips attach to your clit, teeth grazing against it as he flicks it with his tongue, eventually moving his thumb to do that job for him. he slides his tongue into you, tasting you as best as he can, moaning into your cunt. the vibrations drive you crazy, hips bucking into his mouth as he licks into you relentlessly.

his nose nudges your clit as you feel your peak getting closer once more, legs wrapping around his head as you cum again, letting him clean you up with his gentle kitten licks. alex looks up at you through his messy hair, laughing as you pry him away from your overstimulated cunt. he eventually gives in, moving away and kissing his way back up to your face.

the two of you sit there in silence for a while, the only sounds you hear is alex's quiet breathing as you run your hands through his hair.

"'m sorry," he mumbles against your lips. "you're my student, this isn't right, i shouldn't have—"

you press your lips against his once more, softer this time, less starved, less desperate. you kiss him as if you can see more of these kisses coming your way in the future.

"i can see you getting in your head, alex." he chuckles at the callback to what he had told you earlier, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. "i want this to work. i think if we tried, and if we're careful, it will."

alex takes a deep breath in, sitting up next to you, gently stroking your stomach as he presses another kiss to your neck.

"it better work, doll."

you feel yourself starting to drift asleep, only waking up to the feeling of alex's body leaving yours.

"what are you doing?" you ask quietly, voice too hoarse speak normally.

alex grabs what he took with him earlier, that object you couldn't quite make out, and waves it in front of your eyes. that fucking camera.

"just stay still, love," he says as he snaps a few pictures of you, smiling at the stills.

"so.. are those getting me my A?"

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anyways.. sextape fic soon!!

[andulina567]

HE TOOK A PHOTO AHHH

Body paint ༄☆🍓

Drabble! Smut!

SoftDom!the car! Alex turner! x fem!sub! Reader

Warnings!: smut (obv)! Cursing! Mommy kink! Oral sex (M receiving)!

Summary: Alex fucks you in his dressing room after a show

You don't really know how you got here. One second you were giving Alex a simple kiss after the show, the next he's eagerly shoving you in his dressing room.

He closed, more like slammed the door behind him not caring to take the time to lock it. He needed you and he need you now. He gently pinned you against the wall while holding onto your hips and making out with you sloppily. He pulled away with a string of spit following. His breath heavy and staggered

"Someone's needy tonight" you teased as he pulled his hands from your hips fiddling with the button of your jeans.

“You could say that” he smiled slyly.

His hand reached down between your thighs tracing the line of your lace panties before sliding under them and tracing circles around your aching clit, you pressed your head back against the wall.

"You're So wet, i barely touched you" he grinned could feel himself getting hard just from the feeling of your wetness. His finger slipped down to the opening of your hole circling it as an act to tease you

"Please..." you beg, feeling empty without his fingers inside you.

He pushes his middle and ring finger in moving slowly curling his fingers while his palms rubs against your clit

"Such a needy girl..." his fingers move faster.

Even though his fingers are knuckle deep in you, you still feel empty

"Please..." you whimper endlessly not quite finding the words

"Please what, momma? Tell me what you want" god his words made you weak

"Y-Your cock..."

"Good girl" He cooed with a smirk before he pulled his finger out,licking off your remaining silk from his fingers while holding eye contact, which only made you want him more.

His hand slipped down to the buttons of his dress pants fiddling with it before pulling the zipper down relieving him of the tightness around his cock he shimmies his pants down.

"Underwear and pants off.” He demands needing the feeling of your wetness around him. Once you manage to shimmy your jeans down to your ankles and kicked away he grabs under your thighs lifting your leg up quickly positioning himself to pound into you.

He gave you a moment to adjust to the burn of his thick cock but the moment didn’t last very long before he thrusted slowly but roughly into you. He placed sloppy kisses on your neck occasionally nibbling at the soft skin.

His thrust got quicker you felt yourself rise to your climax. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you whimpered and whined like there was no tomorrow.

Suddenly Alex’s hand flew over your mouth and his thrust got slower. That’s when you realized there was footsteps walking near Alex’s dressing room. “Stay quiet momma..” he whispered ,his breath ticking your ear.

There was some commotion outside somebody was talking but you couldn’t recognize the voice or at least you didn’t try to as you didn’t really care. “You’re doing so good momma… taking me so well”

Your eyes rolled back when he hit your g-spot deeply, his thrust got faster and bolder again, you tried to fight back moans but a few slipped out “shit sorry-“ “it’s okay momma, let it out”

You finally let out the moans you’ve been holding back your arms go from the wall behind you to around Alex, your nails claw at his back while the other hand gets tangled in his hair.

You feel yourself reach your climax again, “oh god, fuck” you curse at the overwhelming feeling, “I know pretty girl let go” your orgasm came hard shaking your whole body.

You took a moment to breath as Alex’s thrust slowed down. That’s when your realized something… he didn’t finish. You released your grasp from around him sliding down to your knees “what’re you doing?” He raised an eyebrow, you took his hard cock into your hand “helping you.” You looked up at him to find him with a idiotic smirk on his face.

You licked the pink top of his cock,licking off the pre cum that was leaking out. He inhaled sharply. You licked from the base to the tip then taking it fully on your mouth. “Fuck..” one of his hands flew to your hair. He pushed your head onto him gagging you a little bit you didn’t mind, your nose shoved into his pubes smelling a mix of sweat and his body wash still lingering.

His hand kept you in rhythm, bobbing your head. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth momma..”

His head tilted back, as he got lost in the pleasure of your warm mouth around him. “Fuck, momma” he let out a needy moan. bucking his hips , shoving his cock into the back of your throat you suppressed a gag barely. At this point he was basically just using you but you didn’t mind. He moaned “momma… I’m so close.. fuck”.

His cum shot out into the back of your throat which of course you swallowed. “You did so good momma” he pulled his now soft cock out of your mouth. You were still on your knees looking up at him, he picked up his camera off the near by table a took a photo of you in that position ”you look so pretty like that” he beamed up at him.

There was a knock at the door a familiar voice spoke. “Alex? y/n? We have to go” the voice belonged to Jamie.

“Yeah we’ll be out in a second” Alex looked a bit annoyed but also embarrassed. The two of you quickly got cleaned up and grabbed your belongings shuffling out the dressing room.

“Jesus what happened to you two?” Jamie and nick looked the two of you up and down. You guess you hadn’t really taken your appearance into consideration.

[andbreakmynose]

sweat marks all on my clothes

tennis player! alex x tennis player! reader

heavily challengers inspired because i kept rewatching it while writing this lol

also fetus al

WARNINGS: SMUT, oral (m + f receiving), sweat, light body worship, semi public sex

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

Alex stood at the baseline; his feet were shoulder-width apart, and he could feel the texture of the court on his feet. His right hand gripped the handle of the racquet with confident familiarity, the leather-wrapped grip slightly worn from countless matches, molding perfectly to his sweaty palm.

The weight of the racquet felt like home—a precise extension of his arm. He bounced the tennis ball a few times with his left hand, the sound echoing in the quiet of the court—or maybe it was just in your ears. In your ears this sounded like the loudest anticipation you’ve heard. You needed him to win this for you.

Alex shifted his stance, leaning slightly forward, eyes narrowing as he focused on the service box across the net. His already sore muscles tensed subtly, a coil of energy ready to be unleashed. The air was static, thick with the lingering heat of the day, and he could feel a bead of sweat trickling down the back of his neck, slowly tracing the line of his spine that was still covered in your marks from the night before. Before he sent the ball in the air he made a millisecond of a glance at you, acknowledging the stakes here.

With a smooth, practiced motion, he tossed the ball high into the air, his eyes following its arc against the sky. His body moved in perfect synchronization—knees bending, torso rotating, and then, with a snap of his wrist, he brought the racquet forward.

The ball shot across the net, a blur of yellow as it cut through the air, skimming just above the tape. It hit the service box with a sharp, echoing thud, kicking up a tiny puff of dust as it struck the court and veered sharply to the left, barely skimming the sideline.

Alex straightened, eyes fixed on the ball’s trajectory, every sense heightened, already preparing for the next move, his body alive with the electric anticipation of the game before him. You tried to watch him, tried to keep your eyes on every move that boy made, but there was that damn camera shoved in your face, some reporter trying to get every angle of Alex Turner’s equally talented girlfriend.

You gave the camera a smile and a wave before turning your attention back on Alex, not wanting to miss a second of the action. He was playing against some guy named Tucker, you had done your research. Tucker was from Manchester and was born into a wealthy family. He had a similar track record to Alex but he lacked something your boy had; drive. You could tell he didn’t really care if he won or lost, that it was just a game to him. For Alex it was bigger, for Alex he had to win for you.

You met Alex when you were young, he was playing at the park by himself and you offered to help him out. Since then you were an unstoppable duo, he’d go to your games and cheer you on, you’d go to his games and cheer him on. You were both good, really good, especially for two people who only got formal training from the cheapest coaches in the city. Both of you started playing competitively at the age of 14 and became level one juniors at 16. Now you were both 18, in your last year of playing with the juniors until it was time for the big leagues. You really had to make your mark now and make it big.

That’s where the relationship stuff started; a mutual friend of you and Alex jokingly suggested that you two should pretend to date and become some sort of spectacle. That if the number one male junior player and female junior player were dating than you’d be worth more than your already impressive skills.

You laughed at first but eventually you and Alex decided it was a good idea, that if the attention was already going to be on you then there was no harm in manipulating it a bit. And it helped that there was years of mutual attraction behind the two of you already, it was almost a perfect plan.

So you and Alex started dating, kissing each other before and after games, going to events together, and mentioning each other in every interview. It seemed to work well, all the tennis publications were about the two of you. You two got dubbed the “Most Promising Couple in Tennis”, people started to talk about you.

You struck “the deal” when you first noticed Alex’s focus decrease. He had lost a few games here and there and sometimes it seemed like he wanted to party instead of practice. You couldn’t deal with that; he was supposed to go pro with you like he said he would when you were 12.

It was a simple deal but it worked:

If he won a game you’d suck his dick

If you won a game he’d eat you out

If you both won you’d fuck

Alex’s skills improved almost immediately, he was lovesick and would do anything for the opportunity to touch you (even if you were planning on giving it to him win or lose). He started winning all his games again, he made you proud.

And that led you back to where you were now, watching him against this Tucker guy. When you left his bed this morning you promised him the best blowjob ever if he won this for you, and it seemed like that put a fire in Alex’s step.

He was drenched in sweat by the end of the first set, pouring water down his throat to prepare for the next. He had won but not by a lot, he needed to be at his best to win the second and not have to go to a third set. Your eyes never left him, staring at him like a hawk.

He winked at you before the second set started, a cocky promise that he’d win and you’d be on your knees for him an hour later. That made the stakes higher, you hadn’t sucked him off in over two weeks and the idea of having him in your mouth was really appealing. You gave him a nod back and ushered for him to get back out there.

By the last half of set two you were tired of tennis ball green. You were tired of following it back and forth with your eyes. And you were really damn tired of Tucker. Somehow he had gotten better in the second set and was proving more of a competition to your poor Alex. You decided that even if he didn’t win you’d still suck his dick because he was putting up a really good fight.

You felt your heart sink when Tucker matched him at 5-5, you couldn’t let Alex lose to some posh boy with an ugly name. As if Alex could sense your nerves he turned around and gave you a thumbs up, letting you know that he had a plan. God you hoped he had a plan

In anxiety you began to down your water bottle, trying to distract yourself from the racing thoughts and the dull throb in your panties that always seemed to appear when he played. You were so distracted by the water that you almost missed the announcer making it known that the winner was Alex Turner, your Alex Turner.

‘Thank fuck’ was the thought in both you and Alex’s mind. You put your bottle down and ran to him, him pulling you into a tight kiss and covering your hair with kisses. He smelled like sweat and body spray, but he had still won. Proud was an understatement. You were always proud of him and you had been watching him win games for 8 years at this point.

He cradled you softly for a while, just savoring the moment. You could hear Tucker give a post match interview in the background but you couldn’t pick up on the words, he was probably complaining that he had lost.

“You gonna talk to these suckers?” You asked him, gesturing at the reporters behind you with raised eyebrows. You would’ve understood if he did, but also you kinda wanted to get to the blowjob part of the agreement. Alex looked at the swarm of them, most that he had already talked to. He considered it but ended up shaking his head, giving you a sly smirk.

“Nah, you’re the only sucker I want.” He teased, hand lingering around your ass. You laughed at his crude suggestions, but you also couldn’t complain. He took your hand and led you off the court, past all the other players lounging around, and into the locker room.

“Here?” You asked, a bit worried about a list of things. There were probably other boys in there first of all, and it probably smelled. You liked a lot about Alex but the smell of athletic teenage boy was not one of them. Alex peeked his head into the locker room to check and shook his head.

“No one else is here, won’t be for a while. Trust me girlie.” And then before you could speak he dragged you into a shower stall, pressing you against the wall and digging his hands into you ass.

“I won.” He whispered against your neck, his hands starting to trail up your body until they reached the hem of your shirt.

“You did win.” You responded, moving your own hands to help him pull your shirt off. You couldn’t tell if he was beaming in pride at his accomplishment or just really happy to see your boobs. You decided on the latter when he pushed your sports bra off too.

“Fuck, so glad I won so you could do this. Love your mouth, love you.” He groaned out, helping you shift onto your knees. The floor was hard, slimy, and uncomfortable on your knees. But that didn’t matter when his bulge was right in front of your face. You slid his shorts and boxers down to his ankles in one quick move, needing to see his cock free.

“I’ll tell you a secret…” you started, wrapping a hand around his base and causing him to groan, “I would’ve done this even if you had lost. You put up a very good fight.” As silly as your words sounded, you made sure to say them with the most seductive tone you knew how to do, looking up at him through your lashes before you darted your tongue out to kitten lick at him.

He leaned against the shower wall instantly, lacing his hand in your hair as he exhaled. He loved your tongue, he loved the little routine you always had when sucking him off. You gave him a few pumps, placing kisses and small licks around the head until you knew he was too worked up. He seemed to be needier today than he usually was, just a few licks and he was already starting to buck his hips.

You took that as your sign to wrap your lips around him and start to push him down your throat, his eyes rolling back shut at the feeling of your warm throat. You were his first blowjob and he was certain you’d be his last blowjob, he was utterly addicted to the feeling of your throat. You think you were addicted to the feeling of his cock down your throat too. He was such a responsive boy and you loved the way you could almost feel him twitch in your mouth.

You set a purposely teasing rhythm; you’d move forward when he breathed in and move backwards when he breathed out. It took him a second to realize why he was holding his breath, shaking his head at you.

“Please just-,” he groaned as he grabbed onto your hair, starting to move you himself. You didn’t mind the display of dominance, it was hot that he needed you that bad. And plus, the focus was usually on your place. He deserved to be the one seeing stars for once. He set the pace he wanted, somewhere in between fast and slow. Your mouth felt so full with him, he was making sure he took up all your senses. If anyone would’ve walked in they certainly would’ve heard the two of you; his loud groans and the sounds of choking coming from your throat. Neither of you knew anymore if you were alone, too involved in the actions.

When the twitching in his dick started to speed up he pulled you off, staring at you with lust-blown eyes.

“Where should I cum?” He asked, voice husky and breath still needing to be catched. Your brain was a bit fuzzy so you had to think for a second, you’d usually say your tits because you know he likes to see you covered in him but you still had to walk back to the hotel.

“Mouth.” You decided on, giving him big eyes and a big nod. He gave another groan at just how erotic the words sounded coming from your mouth and then pushed you back on his cock, picking up the pace.

To give him that extra, final edge you reached out to gently kneed his balls between your fingers, it was clear he liked this the way he thrusted at you. Thank god for your lack of gag reflex from the sheer amount of times you’ve sucked him off, you were used to deepthroating him at this point. He started to thrust with his hips and move you with his hand, movements becoming quick and fast.

His loud moan was the only warning you got before he spilled in your throat, his cum coating every wall of your mouth. He pulled out and grabbed onto a bar in the shower, trying to keep his legs from giving out. His eyes never left yours, he was waiting to see if you’d swallow. You didn’t really have a chance though, it was so deep enough in your mouth that spitting would be a hassle. Plus you liked the taste, it was a bit salty but it tasted like him. It was complete and utter Alex in your mouth. You swallowed with no complaint.

“You can’t do that you damn minx!” He giggled, still trying to catch his breath. You giggled back and he offered a hand to help you up, you were sure you could see the imprints of the tile on your knees.

“Well, maybe you should stop being so talented and winning all your games.” You bent down to grab your top and sports bra, they were slightly damp from the shower floor but you’d live. It was only 10 minutes to the hotel.

When you both had finished getting your bearings back he grabbed your hand, rushing you out of the shower to act like nothing happened. No one would ever know you were in there. He grabbed your hand and started walking you out.

“I need a nap.” He admitted, looking at you with a soft smile. He didn’t even have to ask anymore if you were going to nap with him. Of course you were.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You chuckled and gave his hand a quick squeeze, your eyes drifting to the court you’d be playing in the next morning.

“You know… win that for me and I’ll return the favor. And then we’ve both won so I’ll get to fuck you senseless.” He said bluntly, causing you to both blush and give a small laugh.

“I know. I’m anticipating it.” You winked at him, squeezing his hand again. You weren’t particularly worried about your opponent tomorrow, she wasn’t that great. Right now you were worried about cuddling up with him in bed, right now you were happy to be with him even if there was probably a camera following you.

Well, maybe you should’ve been more worried about your opponent. It turns out Vanessa Forester from Wales had been practicing her ass off. You were able to hold her off for the first set, but in the most embarrassing turn of events possible your knees were starting to kill you and you lost the second. God damn Alex.

When you were given the chance for a break before the third you quite literally poured your water bottle down your throat. The sweat had started to run into uncomfortable places and you were sure you looked like you had fallen into the river. You looked up at Alex, who you’re sure had already noticed you were lacking, who was snickering at your current state. Little bitch. You rolled your eyes at him, pointed down at your kneecaps, and flipped him off. That seemed to put him in his place as he suddenly looked a lot smaller in his seat.

You took a second to stretch and got back in your place, it was Vanessa’s serve. Your breath was trying to steady itself and you were trying to keep focused, all you could hope is that the adrenaline stopped the dull ache in your legs.

Thankfully it did, once you saw how determined Vanessa was the idea of winning crowded the rest of your thoughts. The back and forth became tantalizing, your eyes focused on nothing but that blur of neon flying between both sides of the court. The game was getting closer and closer and you were starting to grunt everytime you hit the ball. If it wasn’t for the game itself you probably would’ve passed out.

There was a quiet reminder of the score in the back of your head but you tuned that out to focus on the game, you had always told yourself that if you were too focused on the score then you wouldn’t remember your skills.

That worked, you guessed, because eventually a whistle was blown and you were crowned the winner. The adrenaline was still clogging your ears and your vision was still blurry so you didn’t even notice Alex coming down the stands to hug you. His arms enveloped you, your own arms wrapping around him to support your failing legs. He pushed your head up and wiped some of the sweat off your brows.

“Jesus… that was hell…” your voice came out breathy and tired. Alex could sense you didn’t want to talk to reporters either so he started to lead you back to the hotel.

“Yeah, hard game I could tell,” he starts, placing a few small kisses on your moist forehead, “but you still kicked its ass. You won.” His words brought a gentle reassurance into your head, you had won and you didn’t have another game to play. You would just be able to go back to the hotel and crash. You hummed against Alex’s shoulder and he continued to drag you to the hotel.

It was a nice hotel you had been given to stay in, there was a heated pool and a spa you had been meaning to check out. The room was spacious and the bed (you and Alex had fought for one bed instead of two) was comfortable. You couldn’t wait to shower and then crash out.

He got you inside and you smiled at him, starting to walk towards the shower.

“Wait-” he called out, making you turn around to raise an eyebrow at him, “I thought we were going to-” he didn’t finish his sentence. He got shy and started to rub the back of his head.

Oh right, the “reward.” You had won and that meant he got to eat you out and then you got to fuck. The idea sounded nice, but... after your shower. You loved him, and he had seen you in every capacity, but you still weren’t sure about him actually tasting your sweat.

“After my shower, I’m so fucking sweaty.” You admitted to him, wiping your hand through your eyebrows to really show him. Alex just kind of nodded and smiled at you, letting you do what you needed to.

The shower was nice; you didn’t feel slimy anymore, and some of the aches in your muscles were gone. You pulled a towel around your body and walked back into the bedroom. Alex was already perched on the bed, a shy smile and blush appearing on his face when you walked in. It was funny to see him this way when just last afternoon he was fucking your face in a shower stall. You sat down next to him, and he shifted closer to you.

“Are you sore?” You nodded; you were still a little sore, and you wanted him to go gentle. Sometimes you could get rough, but after a game you just wanted to lay down and have him take you.

He looked like he was about to say something else when you pulled him in for the kiss, attaching your lips against his. He was such a good kisser, always confident and sensitive in the way his lips mashed against yours. His tongue gently traced across your bottom lip, asking you for permission to take this a step further. You granted what he wanted, and you both parted your lips to deepen the kiss.

He brought his hand up to tangle into your hair, pulling you closer. He wanted you to feel safe and warm in his presence; he wanted to make you feel like the winner you were, just the way you did for him yesterday. In a single motion, you removed the towel from your body. That made this all easier—no messy clothes to take off.

He pushed you back on the bed so your head was against the pillow and started to trail his lips across your body, kissing every part of you that was sore from the day. A heat swirled in your lower stomach, and you let out a few brief moans at the feeling of his lips. He situated himself so he had easy access to your core. He wasn’t going to touch you yet but wanted an idea of the proper position to be in.

His lips continued to trail down your body; he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on every single one of your fingers.

“You won with this hand. This is a winner's hand,” he mused, like just your arm was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He worked his way back up to your collarbone, sucking a small mark into the flesh there. “This damn body, you couldn’t have won without it.” His words would be cheesy if they weren’t turning you on so badly; it felt nice to be appreciated so intimately.

Without speaking, he wrapped his lips around your puffy nipple, making you wiggle and moan against him. He lapped around your breasts, breath heavy like he was the one getting pleasure from this. Every so often he’d suck into them, leaving small pink marks that were just for him to see.

“They’re your trophies,” he remarked with a small grin, pulling back to admire his work. You giggled at this, and he acted like it wasn’t the stupidest thing to say. It was, but it was also cute. He was always like this, your boy. He looked at them for a second longer and then down at your pooling heat, a smirk appearing on his face.

“I’m going to eat you out now,” he declared. And then he did it; he buried his face right into your cunt. The second he made contact, you let out a high-pitched whine, arching your back right into his face. He kissed and licked at your folds, taking you in like you were his favorite glass of wine. You brought your hand down to tangle into his hair, pulling him closer.

“Fuck! Alex! You’re so good!” You cried out, making him smirk against your cunt. He moved up just slightly to place a few kisses along your clit, the sensation causing goosebumps to trickle down your spine. All he wanted to do was make you feel good, and it was obvious he was doing that right now, so he kept at it. He created a pattern where he’d go between licking into your hole, slurping the skin of your folds, and sucking at your clitoral. It was absolutely obscene, but maybe the best thing you had ever felt. Your mind was already a bit hazy from the day, and he was just intensifying it. You’re sure that words you weren’t even aware of were tumbling from your lips.

He fucked you with his tongue like it was his dick; after all the time you had spent together, he knew every little move to make you come apart on his mouth. You kept your hand in his hair, making him stay as close to you as possible. He wasn’t allowed to pull away, not when he felt this good. He just pushed and pushed at all your senses until you were satisfied.

It seemed that the stress of the day had really made you wound up because you were already close. Alex must’ve noticed that because he started to budge his nose against your swollen clit as his tongue swirled around your hole. The added simulation drove you insane, with high-pitched noises coming out of your mouth while you shook around him.

It took only a second before it all became too much, and you came all over him, waves of pleasure taking over your whole body. Your back arched and fell back down just as fast, all of the stress of the day releasing directly from your body. Alex’s face must’ve been covered in your juices, but he loved that. He loved the amount of pleasure he had just brought you. You were still shaking a bit, but he brought his face up to kiss you on the lips; you could almost taste yourself against him.

“That good?” He asked gently, running a comforting hand down your stomach to soothe your hyperactive muscles. You nodded a few times, reaching over to grab the bottle of water from earlier this morning.

“That was good, goddamn. I don’t think my knees hurt anymore.” You both chuckled at this, your breath finally returning to normal. You shut your eyes, the tiredness from the day returning. Alex laid down next to you and ran a hand through your hair, making you smile at him.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” He asked gently, pulling you a little closer and pressing a kiss against your temple.

You weren’t going to respond, but you felt his hardness pressing against your back a bit, a reminder of the second half of your deal.

“But don’t you need to?” he cut you off, shaking his head.

“No, it’ll go down. You won, and now you deserve to sleep. We’ll fuck later when you’re less tired; it’ll be better anyway." He reassured you, placing another kiss against your head. You could’ve protested, but he seemed serious, and sleep was already starting to come. You nodded and curled up against him.

“Love you, Alex.”

“Love you too, winner.” You chuckled at this, turning around to look at him.

“You’re a winner too, remember?”

"Oh, I remember, that’s why I get to fuck you later!” He teased, bringing your lips against his for a quick kiss before you shut your eyes again.

A/N: this is shit! i had the first half done and then my power went out and i had to rush the second half in the middle of a library with an old man breathing down my neck!! i tried to write more smut but i got really paranoid with everyone around me in public lmaoo but i wanted to get this out

[kanesturner]

Tease

Alex Turner x reader

(Smut) word count: 1.1K

Summary: Alex teases the reader

warnings: kinda smut, swearing, oral sex, f receiving.

p.s: this was meant to be a full smut but I got unmotivated and left it for about a month so I am just gonna post what I've wrote so far. but I am currently writing another. :D

As I opened my eyes the sun beaming through the thin curtains of our bedroom, making me immediately shut my eyes again. After adjusting to the light I turned myself so I was now facing a sleeping Alex.

Light snores being heard, his mouth slightly agape, and a few strands of his hair which was now more longer then before falling over his face. He looked unreal, majestic almost.

I gently traced my finger down his nose, making my way to his perfect lips which I just wanted to kiss forever if that was even possible. My finger gently went to the long strands of hair that was slightly covering his eyes and pushed them behind his ear.

His hand came down on my waist to pull me in closer to him, his eyes still closed. He smothered his head into my chest making me smile. I started stroking his hair, the strands easily going through my fingers.

"Hmmm don't stop." His raspy voice spoke out. I let out a laugh. "Good morning to you too" I said smiling.

He lifted his head up from my chest, his eyes squinting as he adjusted to the light. "Morning handsome" I said admiring all his features. "Good morning darling" He said placing a small peck on my lips.

I turned the other way ready to get out of bed, that's when I felt Alex's hand grab my wrist and pull me back into him. "Where do you think your going?" He smirked. "Al we have that lunch thing with Miles today remember, its at twelve” I said pulling away from his arms slightly.

"Do we have to go?" He huffed. "Yes Alex we do have to go" I spoke rolling my eyes. "Did you just roll your eyes at me" He laughed sarcastically.

"Yes I did" I spoke with a smirk. He suddenly got on top of me grabbing my wrists as well, pinning them above my head. "Naughty naughty girl y/n" He spoke smirking at me.

I tried wiggling out of his grip but couldn't because he had all in the power in this situation. "Please let go al" I whined.

He grabbed my chin harshly pulling my face to his. "I think I need to teach you a lesson darling" He spat, his grip on me getting tighter. "Al we cant right now we have to go out" I let out.

He pulled my face extremely close to his, our lips almost touching, I could feel his warm breath against my skin making me tingle. "Shush darling" He whispered against my lips.

My breathing got heaver. His lustful dark eyes looking into mine making my thighs automatically squeeze together. "Keep them open for me love" He said spreading my legs open again.

All of sudden his lips came smashing into mine, our lips roughly moving against each others. My hands went to his hair pulling at the strands. the moans escaping my mouth and going straight into his causing him to groan.

His hand slid down to my thigh were he teasingly started stroking it. "please al" I moaned out. "What do you want love" He said smirking down at me. His hand now getting closer and closer to my clothed heat.

"Fu-ck please touch me al" I whimpered out.

His lips claimed mine again the kiss being rougher then before. His hand came down on my clothed heat, rubbing my clit through the thin fabric.

"hmmm feel nice love" He spoke against my lips his finger getting faster on my clit. "I need more al p-please" I moaned.

"You need my fingers darling?" He spoke. His finger stopping all movement on my clit. "Yes Alex I need your fingers inside me please" I whined pulling his hair harder making him let out a groan.

I felt his hand go under my panties, his fingers rubbing all my slick through my folds. "Fuck your soaking darling" He groaned out his fingers going to my clit again slowly rubbing it.

The need for him to be inside now coming overwhelming. "A-Alex please" I whimpered out. His fingers started moving off my clit and towards my entrance.

Uncontrollable moans slipping from my mouth. He was so close yet I was so far. His fingers came near my entrance and he teasingly rubbed at it causing me to moan out.

"A-Al pl- oh fuck" His finger slipped inside my cunt I automatically clenched around his finger. He started going faster, his lips coming down to my neck and kissing it.

"Do you want more darling" he whispered against my neck. I nodded yes to him, he slowly inserted another finger stretching me open more. "Your so tight love all for me too" He groaned speeding up his pace.

My moans getting increasingly louder. His fingers feel insatiable with every thrust they did hitting my g-spot. "F-Fuck go faster" I managed to get out.

He went faster hitting my g-spot every time. my moans being the only thing heard.

“you almost there love” He groaned against my neck as he continued to kiss on it.

“Oh f-fuck i am almost there” I whimpered out grabbing onto his hair and slightly pulling it causing him to groan.

His thumb moving to my clit slowly rubbing it, his fingers thrusting into my cunt. The familiar sensation in my stomach, so close to being undone.

Suddenly his movements stopped, the feeling disappearing in seconds. “No fuck please al” I begged gripping his wrist.

“We have to go out remember love” He got up with a big smirk across his face. “Fuck you” I whispered hitting his chest.

He laughed walking into the bathroom closing the door behind him. I laid there for about 5 minutes to get my breath back.

I got up my legs still a bit shaky from before. As i walked to the bathroom i could hear the shower running. Getting in the bathroom and closing the door behind me i started to strip.

Once i was undressed i opened the shower door and there he was. I close ms the shower door and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Hey baby” I said as i kissed up his back. This caused him to turn round so he was now facing me. His hands gripping my waist pulling me in.

His lips came down on mine, the kiss becoming messy and rough, his tongue easily slipping in to my mouth causing me to let out a moan.

He let his hand slip to the back of my head, slightly gripping into my hair pulling me backwards. “Tell me what you want love”. He finally spoke.

“I want you al”. I whispered.

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[arabellasbootss]

I know you’ve got the moves

alex turner x reader ( taotu era )

warnings: smut, p in v, oral sex ( f receiving )

word count: 2,635

You had been looking forward to this day for weeks, your best friend recently got you two some tickets to go see The Last Shadow Puppets at your local arena. You had been the one to introduce your friend to their music, and she loved them, but not nearly as much as you did so it was safe to say that you were looking forward to it more than she was.

“Do I look okay?” you turn to ask your friend, you had opted for some black knee high boots, a short black mini skirt and a matching black velvet top, paired with a red leather jacket. “You look amazing, maybe you’ll catch some cute guys attention huh?” she laughs.

You could only smile, *in your dreams* you thought. If anything you thought she had a better chance of finding someone to go home with tonight, she looked terrific as always. You had always felt that way though, like you were just her shadow, nothing more, nothing less.

You and her had arrived just as the opening act was finishing off, and only around 5 minutes afterwards, your friend began shaking you to look, and sure enough Alex Turner and Miles Kane were walking onto the stage, you blushed hard when you saw Alex, you had always had a crush on him, since you first found out about the monkeys. You had a pretty good view of his gorgeous face too, since you were just about at the barricade.

Alex introduced himself and Miles before they started playing the first song, you recognised it straight away, The Age of the Understatement, you danced around for a bit, staring up at Alex as he sang passionately, then, you noticed he was staring straight back at you. Of course, your friend noticed too.

“Holy shit Turner is totally checking you out!” she smacks your arm playfully, you laughed, *no way* you just kept dancing along, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. The gig slowly came to a close. By then you were sure that your mascara and eyeliner was running, you were a mess.

“Wanna go for a drink before we head back?” your friend asks you, dragging you in that direction already, making you feel like you really didn’t have a choice either way, so you complied, nodding your head. You were exhausted after all the screaming, dancing, people pushing you around. If you were being honest you’d rather just go home and relax at that point.

When you arrived at the pub, you headed over and got your usual, vodka and coke. Simple, but it did the job. You looked around for your friend but she was nowhere to be seen, that was until you saw her dancing with some guy. Knowing what she was like, you knew she wasn’t planning on sticking with you at all and would probably wind up home with him doing god knows what.

You sat at the bar miserably, you had a great night, you just wished you weren’t left on your own seeing as it was her idea to drag you two to go get a drink afterwards. You heard a voice behind you. a thick Yorkshire accent booming through your ears, “Anyone sitting ‘ere love?” the voice asked. Shivers ran down your spine, *it couldn’t be*. You turned around, *oh but it could be.* Your heart was doing somersaults inside of you, Alex fucking Turner was standing in front of you for crying out loud.

“Oh um..” You thought about telling him that your friend was here but then thought best not to, after all you didn’t even know if she was or not. “No, nobody’s sitting here” you gave him a small smile. He happily sat down beside you, looking you dead in the eye. “What you got there?” he says just above a whisper, eyeing your drink. “Vodka and coke, it’s my favourite” he smiles at you and scoots closer, “Saw you at the gig y’know? looked like you were having fun” you blush, hard.

“Oh yeah, It was great, you both have a real talent” you say, immediately wanting to kick yourself in the head, way to make yourself sound like a stupid fangirl. Well, you were but that’s not the point. He laughed, noticing your nervousness. You almost felt as if he were a bit cocky, you couldn’t blame him, but still.

“Thank you… so uh what’s your name?” he asks you, you tell him your name and he repeats it softly. You like the way it sounds, the way it rolls off his tongue softly yet with his thick accent. “That’s beautiful, suits you… I’m Al by the way” he mutters at the end, figuring you already knew but he didn’t know for sure, and didn’t want to assume so he shared it with you.

“Nice to meet you Al” you two start talking about everything and nothing, and turns out you both have the exact same taste in music, which sparked an interesting, hour long conversation about it, debating whether Blur or Oasis is better and different songs you both grew up listening to. You felt comfortable around him now, as if you two had known eachother for years. The bartender walked up to you both and explained that the bar was closing soon. You checked the time, 2 AM. Where had all those hours gone?

Sadness filled you as you realised you wouldn’t speak to Alex again, and most likely would never see him again. He looked at you, trying to read your expressions, but nothing, you stared blankly at your hands and got up. “I- uh I was wondering if maybe you wanna come back to my hotel? Nothing weird just so we can keep talking, I think you’re pretty interesting y’know” he almost whispers, not meeting your gaze. No way he was shy?

“I would like that Al, a lot” you give him a warm smile in hopes to calm his nerves. His shoulders dropped, letting the breath he was holding in out. You grabbed his arm, interlinking it with yours as you two walked, feeling a sudden boost in confidence. He laughed softly and grabbed your arm just as tight, never letting go once.

By the time you were both back at the hotel your hands were grasping eachother’s tightly, and your head rested on his shoulder. It was around a 20 minute walk so you got comfortable. You didn’t feel nervous around him at all anymore, you felt like he was your best friend by now. “It’s the third floor darling” he whispers softly as he leads you to the elevator.

Once you were in his room you sat on the bed looking up at him, feeling your nerves slowly creep back up. “Make yourself comfortable, you want summat to drink?” You shake your head no. He sits beside you on the bed, the silence was deafening. *Why was it so awkward now?* you gulped. “So uh.. do you wanna watch a movie maybe?” he asks you, “sure”

You two decide on a movie and he kicks his shoes off, inviting you to do the same. You discard your jacket while you’re at it and get back on the bed beside him. You thought about making a move but figured best not. After all he had a life to get back to soon, and he also probably wasn’t into you like that. Alex scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You felt your cheeks heat up and you snuggled up close to him.

As you both sat in a comfortable silence you started debating whether or not you should just go for it.. it was risky but he was really great and you liked him a lot. Luckily enough he slowly pulled you into him resting your head on his shoulder. He called out your name, to which you lift your head up to look at him.

“Can i do something?” he whispers, a faint pink painting his cheeks. Your heart began racing, praying on everything out there that he was about to do what you had been waiting for all night.

Your wishes indeed came true, once he saw your nod of approval he slowly grabbed your chin to turn your face to his and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft, and he tasted amazing. You never wanted to pull apart.

He slowly pulled away as you two ran out of breath, you began giggling to yourself out of utter nervousness, and he smiled at you before joining in. “Sorry i kind of just sprung that on you I’ve been wanting to do it since the start of the night I just- I dunno you intimidated me a bit”

You couldn’t believe your ears, *you intimidated him? huh?* gaining a new feeling of confidence, you grabbed his face again and kissed him again, slowly tangling your hands in his fluffy hair, scooting yourself to sit in his lap. He seemed to enjoy this as a low whimper left his lips when your hips met.

You bit his lip softly making him whine and you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like heaven, a taste of alcohol and cigarettes on his lips but you loved it. Alex started to get riled up the more you two made out, pushing his hips into yours for a moment before pulling back and apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that I just-“ you cut him off by kissing him roughly and grinding down onto him harder than he did before. “fuck” he pants as you continue your movements. “Are you sure you wanna keep going?” he whispers and you nod, “Only if I’m in control” you smirk at him and he nods quickly.

He wasn’t used to not being the one in control but he thought it was so hot that you had openly said that to him, and he also wanted to know what it would be like. You had no idea what had taken over you, only a few hours ago you were petrified at even speaking to this man and now you wanted to fuck him.

“You wanna make me feel good first hm?” you say quietly. Alex urgently flips you over and kisses your neck roughly, definitely leaving marks. He slowly moves himself downwards, taking off items of clothing as he went. Once he was done he sat up and admired your body.

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous” he blushed at your naked body lying before him, hair sprawled over the pillow. You had to admit, it did make you nervous that The Alex Turner was saying all this to you but you still wanted to be in control.

“Cmon puppy, i know you wanna make me feel good” He blushes at that, and spreads your thighs apart. blushing wildly at the sight before him. Placing kisses on your inner thighs, you shiver at the feeling.

“Oh my God” you moan as he places a sloppy kiss on your clit before sucking it in his mouth. He slowly starts kitten licking you from your entrance to your clit and then stopping to lap up your wetness.

“Taste so good princess” he mumbles before licking you again. After a couple of minutes he brings his fingers to your entrance, pushing them in and curling them upwards. You squeal at the sensation of his hot tongue and nose brushing your clit as his fingers work you too.

He seems happy with your reaction and hums into your pussy as you pull his hair roughly. After a few minutes of his face buried between your thighs you feel the knot in your stomach come loose.

“Alex oh my god” you whimpered and moaned while he made sure to drink up every tiny bit of your sweetness, before climbing back on top of you and kissing you sweetly. “Best pussy ever” he whispers into your ear, you almost laughed at his attempt at dirty talk but it still worked, making you feel ready again.

You flip him over so you’re back on top and unbutton his shirt and pants, sliding them off. He grabs at your breasts, staring at them. “Eyes up here Al, and paws off puppy” you slap his hand away making him apologise profusely.

“Want me to ride you baby?” you hold his face in your hands, staring into his doe eyes. “Please…” he whispers in response.

“C’mon you can beg better than that can’t you?” you smirk at him as he cheeks turn rosy. “Please want you to ride me so bad momma I need it please” *Momma?* you thought to yourself, *why did that turn you on so much?*

You palmed him roughly through his boxers, he was fucking huge. A small moan falls from his lips as you take his cock out from his boxers. Your mouth salivated as you stroked him slowly. Painfully slow.

“Please don’t tease me” he says under his breath. “You ready?” he nods furiously in response and you align him with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him and bite your lip to try not to wince at how much he stretched you out.

“Fuck you feel perfect, like heaven” he groans once you’re fully sinked down. Slowly, you began to move up and down on him, locking your eyes with him the entire time. The room was filled with filthy sounds; your hips slamming together, the dirty noises spilling from both of your mouths and the sound of your wetness sliding up and down his cock.

“Alex you’re so big puppy, love it so much” you praise him as he whimpers and whines. “Not gonna last long baby” he chokes out and you begin to grind back and forth and up and down even faster. “You wanna cum for me hm? you’re gonna have to wait for me” you moan as he grabs your breasts and starts kissing and licking them.

Not long after, you felt the knot in your stomach ready to become undone. “Al baby you gonna cum for me?” you pant out as he nods eagerly. You grip his shoulders and moan loudly into his ear, biting the skin under it to muffle your noises. He whimpers as he fills you up, holding you tightly.

“Oh my god” you pant as you come down from your high, holding his face in your hands, you kiss all over his face and slowly get off of his lap lying down next to him. You feel your shyness creeping back up as you pull the blanket over yourself and him. Alex wraps his arms around your waist pulling you so you lay on his chest.

“That were fuckin’ amazing darling” he whispers before kissing your head, stroking your arm up and down softly. “Yeah it was” you laugh quietly looking up at him. “I’ll leave in a minute just give me a sec” you say.

Alex looks at you, puzzled. “I- um, if you want to leave then do but I was kinda hoping you’d spend the night I dunno..” he trails off and you smile at him, “Okay”, “Okay?” he asks and you nod putting your head back onto his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Can I take you out tomorrow? I was thinking lunch maybe” he asks. You think about it for a second before agreeing. “I’d like that Al, a lot” He grins to himself before slowly drifting off, you hear his quiet snores and heartbeat in your ear.

You couldn’t be more surprised at how the night had went but you were happy to fall asleep beside Alex, thinking about how tomorrow would go.

this isn’t proof read at all and also my first time writing in years so sorry if it’s awful 😭

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last updated: 05/01/2024

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Matty Healy

Chicken Shop Date 

Matty Healy x Reader (f) | You and your best friend Amelia came up with a very simple idea of taking celebrities on awkward chicken shop dates, and somehow, it’s managed to become both of your jobs. In the past, you’ve found sitting across from some of the biggest stars on the planet and eating chicken nuggets easy. But then Amelia manages to score you a date with the man who you’ve been obsessed with since you were nineteen; Matty Healy.

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Be My Mistake 

Matty Healy x Reader (f) | Under the influence, Matty makes one of his biggest mistakes which ends up with him losing you. And now there’s nothing more to do, other than deal with the heartache and pick up the pieces.

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You Go To My Head

Matty Healy x Reader (f) | The plans that Matty has arranged for you to celebrate your first Valentine's Day together are out the window when he becomes ill, but staying in to take care of him doesn't mean the day is ruined. And you assure him of it by saying those words he hasn't heard you say before.

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Alex Turner

Constant Repeat 

Alex Turner x Original Character (f) | Having worked at Focus Creeps for a year, Ella knows that as a production assistant and part of the crew, there’s one important rule: don’t interact with the talent unless it’s needed. But once she meets Arctic Monkeys, and the recording of the music videos for their upcoming fourth studio album starts, the band seem to become her exception. Not only because they treat her more like a friend than just someone else they’re working with but when Alex continuously makes her blush with his flirting, so enthralled by her that he forgets he’s got a girlfriend, Ella finds herself growing closer to him. As videos are filmed, wrapped and edited, the friendship lines become blurry. Situations unfold, secrets are told and others are kept under lock and key, but how long can Alex and Ella endure being stuck in each other’s minds on constant repeat.

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George Daniel

Nice Kind Of Messy

George Daniel x Reader (f) | Your friends set you up on a blind date, one that you aren't really looking forward to at all but when you find George Daniel there waiting outside the restaurant, there is no doubt it'll be a date to remember.

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Ross MacDonald 

Quarter Past Midnight 

Ross MacDonald x Reader (f) |  Thanks to your best mate, you’ve found yourself welcoming the New Year at a party one of her bosses is throwing at her new house. Since you stepped foot in the place, your only plan has been to spend the night dancing and drinking with your friends. But it all changes when you find a certain bassist looking at you from across the room. And as the night progresses, and a few kisses are shared, you seem to agree on the fact that you’re leaving the party together.

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‘tis the damn season

Ross MacDonald x Reader (f) | Christmas has been your favourite season since you met Ross MacDonald back in Year 9 when you had just moved to Wilmslow, coincidentally on the same road as him. He becomes your very best friend for the rest of high school, but when that ends, life happens and you just can't stop it. And life is certainly cruel to you and Ross. Every December is a reminder of it, somehow always bringing a chance to ruin things even more. After so many mistakes, how can you get back the times you've always cherished with the silly boy with the dimpled smile?

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[rentsturner]

Bruised Knuckles - A.T

Warnings; reader has punched a wall, mentions/descriptions of injury, mentions of (non-specified) scars, content that some people may find as very similar to self-harm, reader is paranoid and insecure. If any of this triggers you pls don’t continue to read. a/n: I originally wrote this about a different person but I've rewritten it for Al for a bit of comfort after a rough few days. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks @martinipoliz for being my hype man

It’s a cold day in London, the skies grey and cloudy over the city.It’s been a long day without Alex. He’s been out since the early morning at the recording studio, the boys being in the middle of recording their next album, leaving you to spend the day alone in your tiny apartment. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the isolation has gotten to you - you slipped, more than once. Yeah, you regret it, but also there’s that nagging need for more at the back of your mind. You try to push it out, to forget about it, but the cold in the air doesn’t help to ease the ache in your knuckles. 

The door to the apartment shuts with a click and a jangle of keys, footsteps heading towards the door, the click of Alex’s boots rhythmic on the hardwood floor. He’s back. A wave of relief floods you, before you remember and your chest clenches in panic.

‘Alright, love?’ Alex flops onto the bed with a lazy grin, stretching his arms up over his head. 

‘Yeah, fine, you?’ Keep it simple. You busy yourself with a stack of books by the bed, straightening the pile of your shared novels so it’s not about to topple over. Keep the hand busy.

‘Yeah, alright. I missed you. Took us so long to record one of the new songs, Cookie kept messing up the solo so we all just ended up leaving it for the day.’

You nodded along and let him recount the rest of the story. You’re admiring the way his dark lashes flutter against his pale skin and how his arms flex as his hands come to rest behind his head, when you realise that Alex has stopped talking. And you’ve stopped moving.

‘Your knuckle…” his eyes dart down to the hand you’ve been trying to hide ever since he walked through the door. Busted.

‘Oh.’ You move to get up, anything to get his eyes away from your swollen knuckles, red lines criss-crossing over the flowering purple bruises where your hand collided with a solid brick wall. Multiple times. The open cuts are still weeping, even though it had happened hours ago.

‘It’s nothing, just tripped on the stairs. Don’t worry about it.’ You offer a small smile, but it doesn’t fool Alex.

‘No.’ He moves as you do, standing in front of the bedroom door to block your escape. His arms are crossed over his chest, stance serious, but the worry in his brown eyes betrays him. ‘Love. Let me see it.’

He holds out his hand, pale fingers reaching out to you, calloused fingertips brushing against your wrist gently. He knows how to help. The hand reaching, an offer of support, reassurance, love, all those things that you crave but can never admit. Emotions aren’t your forté - never have been.But Alex knows that. There’s no secrets between you. You almost laugh out loud at the thought. No secrets, but you won’t even show him your hand.

Alex would do anything for you, you know that - he tells you all the time. Days spent in bed chatting shit to each other.

‘I’d write a whole album just for you, y’know?’

‘Would you now, Al? I think I’d prefer a book of poetry.’

‘Well I’d write that as well. In a heartbeat.’

Bright eyes, wide smile. Your Alex. He’s joking, of course, but his tone is so serious, his answer without a second of hesitation. Your heart skips a beat.

So now, you give him your hand (and your heart).

He takes it tentatively, one warm hand underneath, the other poking at your raw knuckles gently. When one of his prods reaches a tender spot, you wince and he moves his finger away, meeting your gaze in apology. 

‘You punch something?’ His brow creases, a hand running instinctively over his unruly locks, before scratching at the back of his neck. He’s been growing his hair out recently, letting the brown strands begin to curl around his ears, not using as much gel in it as he used to. He looks gorgeous. Then again, he could shave his head and you’d still think he was the best looking man on earth.

The sting in your hand brings you back to the present. 

‘No.’ You look away from Alex’s gaze, knowing that in doing so you’ll give yourself away, but not having the energy or willpower to stop yourself. Much like the ‘incident’ earlier in the day.

‘I’m going to take that as a yes.’ Alex huffs, not in anger, but in frustration - frustration that he wasn’t there to help, to calm you down. ‘Let me clean it up, give me a sec.’

His hand rubs at his eyes, scrunched shut for a moment. There’s dark bags marring his pale skin there - he’s tired too, the long days at the studio beginning to get to him. He goes to move to the bathroom, but you grab his arm with your good hand, gripping it as tight as you can. Don’t leave.

‘No, Al, it’s alright, I’ll sort it.’

But he shakes his head. He doesn’t look happy. Not that you’d expect him to, but…he’s getting frustrated with you, you can tell.

‘You can’t clean yourself up with one hand. Just wait here, alright?’

The inkling is worming its way in now, from your subconscious to your conscious, until it's at the forefront of your mind. He’s angry, he’s disgusted, he’s going to leave. He’s not going to the bathroom, he’s going to the front door so he can get out of here. You’re sure of it. He’ll call Matt or Miles and tell them how crazy you are, how he can’t deal with it any longer.

‘I’m sorry.’ The whisper escapes you and you have to bite the inside of your cheek so no tears will spill. The words are almost silent, your hand dropping Alex’s in defeat.

But Alex turns his head at your weak apology, stopping in his tracks.

‘What? Why -‘

With a jolt, he notices the way you’ve changed - unable to look at him, arms beginning to wrap around yourself, one fist clenched. He knows what’s happening.

‘No, no, love, I’m not angry.’

He’s back at your side in a heartbeat, bringing his hand up to your chest, thumb carefully wiping away the rogue tear that’s tracking a salty path over your cheekbone.

‘I love you. I just want the best for you, alright? I don’t like seeing you hurt, just like I’d fucking hope you wouldn’t like seeing me hurt.’

His face breaks into a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you realise he’s right - of course he is. You don’t want to see him hurt, but that’s what you’re doing. He’s hurting just from seeing your hand, it’s obvious from the crease in his brow, the usual bright glint of his eyes dulled and flat. Alex has got too much to deal with already, you’re just one extra problem to add to the mix. You don’t want to be his problem. 

And suddenly it’s all coming up to the surface, ready to combust, explode, these emotions that you never really have a grip on. You bottle them up and push them down, so far down that the only way they can escape is through a rush of anger, jagged and uncontrollable. 

But instead of that, you bury your face into Al’s neck and let it out as slowly as you can.

‘I’m sorry, I was angry, I just wanted to feel something. Some pain. I don’t want to make you feel like this. I’m sorry.’

You’re clutching onto the fabric of his dress shirt like your life depends on it, trying to push the thought of how expensive it probably is to the back of your mind. You can’t possibly let go of him - he's the only one you have left.

Alex is steady, your rock in a storm of emotions. He listens, stroking your hair, long fingers threading through the strands to knead at your scalp, knowing it tends to calm you down.

‘You’re alright, I promise. I promise you, love. I know you get angry. I know you. And I know what it’s like to want to feel something, trust me, I’m far from innocent myself, you know I've had some bad times. We can get through it together, or we can be a mess together. I don’t care, as long as we’re together, honest. I’m not going anywhere.’

And the sincerity in his eyes, those familiar bright brown doe eyes, it convinces you. He means it.

You stay like this for a few minutes, your good hand clinging onto Alex’s shirt sleeve, the other grasped tightly (but not too tightly) in Alex’s grip. His right arm is around your waist, pulling you closer, as if in doing so he can pour all of his reassurance, all of his love, directly to your heart. He knows it’s not possible. But he tries anyway. Because he’ll do anything for you. Your Alex.

He helps you clean your hand later, shushing you everytime you wince (though that isn’t often). His hands are steady and confident as he dabs at the cuts with alcohol, wrapping the gauze over your knuckles and securing it with some tape, humming to himself as he works, the steady tune in time with his deft movement. You wonder if it's one of the songs from the new album - some of them he will share with you, some of them he prefers to keep as a surprise for the release. He doesn’t look up until the job is done - and a good job it is too. Alex kisses the bandages gently when he’s done - a silent ‘I love you. I care for you and I love you.’ 

And you smile, a smile that fills your whole body with warmth, a smile that drowns out the demons, if only for a little while. Because how can you not, when you have Alex. He tries his best and so do you - neither of you can ask anymore. You’ll be a mess together. 

‘Let’s order takeaway and watch Blade Runner, eh?’

Or you’ll get through this together.

[mardybummers]

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The Dream Synopsis

Alex Turner x fem!Reader

Synopsis: You have a dream that Alex can’t seem to get behind.

Warnings: SMUT!!! (P in V, Oral M and F receiving, squirting, cockwarming), cursing, angst if you squint

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Well we were kissing, it was secret, we had to sneak beyond the kitchen.

Your relationship with Alex was, to say the least, complicated. You had been off and on for some time, both of you not fully ready for commitment. Now, though, you two have officially became a couple; well, at least to the two of you.

Your relationship with him was hidden. Not only from the public, but also from your family and friends, even Miles and the rest of the Monkeys. They didn't know that the chemistry between you two has gone past just casual dating. It was no longer some high school infatuation or a friendship based around occasional texting or phone calls. Now it was a full fledged romance.

It would be your dream to show Alex off. I mean, he’s just the most adoring, loving boyfriend ever. Of course you would want the world to know he was dating you. You didn’t want it because of the fame, of course. I mean, that was one of the couple of reasons why you both chose to keep the relationship hidden. You just wanted to finally be able to be intimate with Alex without the pressure of keeping it behind a wall. Although, this was just a silly dream of yours.

It must be torture when I talk about my dreams.

So, what better way to go after this dream than asking Alex directly? I mean, he always listens to you, so you weren’t too nervous, just a little tense. It was a very touchy subject for the two of you, and you didn’t know what his answer would be. So you started by bringing up the question while enjoying breakfast together one morning.

“Alex, do you think that maybe it’s time we go public with our relationship? I mean, at least to our families and friends.”

He looked surprised, even though you were half expecting that response. “I dunno, I guess, if you really want to. I just can’t imagine having a life like that… Oh god, the press would never let me get away with anything. No, I think we should stick with keeping it hidden. It’s best.”

Of course, you prepared yourself for this reaction, even though it’s not what you wanted. You gave him a soft smile, getting up while softly uttering an “okay.”

He clearly wasn’t agreeing with you moving forward with your plans to become more open.

But hey, it was both of your decision to make. You still loved him. And, in reality, your current relationship plans would work perfectly fine as long as you stayed with Alex. Love means sacrifice, right?

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You and Alex have been officially dating for almost a year now, coming up on your anniversary. God, you would’ve never imagined being here in a committed relationship with your ex-fling.

You and Alex have slowly but surely been moving towards giving hints to friends that you’re dating, but it still is not very clear.

Now, doubts have started appearing in your mind. ‘Why doesn’t he want to show me off?’ ‘Is he not proud of me?’

All these doubtful thoughts were shoved to the back of your mind. Ever since you asked that question a couple months ago, you’ve been weary of brining the topic back up again. You believed that when Alex was ready to go public, he would tell you.

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Finally, it’s your one year anniversary. Of course it was nothing short of amazing. Alex started off the day with the most amazing meal in bed that you both shared together along with kisses. Then, Alex took you strawberry picking, coming home to wash the fruits and cut them into heart shapes, dipping them into melted chocolate together, enjoying them later with a small picnic in your favorite local park.

Now, though, Alex is kissing down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your dripping cunt. His tongue slides across your clit as you both moan, “Ohh, yes. Fuck,” you moan out, finally feeling that long awaited pleasure. He toys around with you clit a little bit longer, slowly flicking and sucking on it. “Fuck,” you moan out loudly as he finally sticks his hot tongue in your dripping hole.

God, something about him eating you out today is so much different than any other time. It feels more passionate, more emotional. Maybe it’s because it’s your anniversary, or maybe it because he has a surprise you’ll have to earn.

He eats you out like a man starved, prodding and sucking at your seeping cunt until you finally release, your orgasm taking over you. Your legs shake wildly and your whole body trembles with the waves of intense pleasure flowing through your veins. You feel so fucking good. Your muscles twitch as you come hard against his tongue, cumming all over his face.

His tongue laps against your pussy, taking in all of your juices, savoring every taste. “God, babe. You taste so fucking amazing.”

As you recover from your intense orgasm, your eyes wander to the prominent bulge in your boyfriend’s pants. “Well, I think I should repay the favor, don’t you think?” you ask, slowly crawling towards Alex, reaching down to squeeze his boner through his pants.

Slowly, you unzip his pants, pulling them down. With his boxers still on, you play with and squeeze his growing cock.

“Please, baby, just suck my cock.”

Smiling up at him, you swiftly yank down his boxers, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. You let out a soft moan, spitting on his cock and stroking it, lightly sucking the head.

“Oh, fuck!” Alex moans out as he pushes your head down onto his cock, watching as your lips envelop his dick. Slowly, you start bobbing up and down, worshipping every inch of his thick length. “Baby, oh, fuck!” He begins to pull you by the hair, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. His hips move against your mouth, his hand rubbing across your ass.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Alex’s entire body tremble from your warm, wet mouth sucking and licking his thick cock.

The next few minutes are filled with both of you moaning and panting for air. Eventually, Alex slows down his rhythm, releasing his seed in your mouth, then pulling out and cumming the rest all over your face.

God, Alex thought you looked like a fucking angel, a dirty one at that. The urge to just take a photo and share it with everyone he knows was unbelievable, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold, even if that meant not being able to show you off.

You and Alex began to make out once again, his hand cupping and rubbing your cunt while yours was palming his cock, it slowly getting hard again. Soon enough, your hand works its magic, teasing his head and begging him to stick it inside you.

“Yes! Fuck! Oh, babe, I need to be inside you.”

With one swift motion, Alex picks you up, tossing you back towards the headboard and raising your legs to be against the wall.

Suddenly, he snapped his hips forward, his cock diving straight into your pussy. You let out a loud, pornographic moan at the feeling of him plunging deep inside you. “Fuuuuuck, yeah, Alex. Fuck me.”

With each thrust, Alex increases his pace, going harder and faster. Soon, his cock slamming into you so hard that you can barely even keep your eyes open. All too soon, you realize you’re nearing another climax, this one far more powerful than the last. And when it hits you, you lose it, crying out loudly as you leak your creamy juice all over his stomach and chest.

With a loud, guttural groan, Alex finally releases his seed into your aching cunt, filling you up. Staying inside you, he maneuvered himself beside you, ending up in the spooning position.

After a few minutes of soft kisses on the cheek while his cock softens inside of you, Alex finally decides to speak.

“So, after a lot of thinking, I’ve decided that you’re right. We should be honest with not only our family and friends, but with the rest of the world about our relationship. To be completely honest, the main reason I didn’t want to go public is because I was scared. I’ve went public with my other relationships way too early and ended up regretting it. I wanted to make sure that I was completely in love with you, and I am one hundred percent sure that you are the only one for me. I truly believe we have a future together, maybe getting married and having kids, and I think it’s finally time to show the world how much I adore you, Y/N.”

“Alex. God, I don’t think you understand how happy I am that you said that. I love you so much. And yes, maybe we will get married someday and have kids. I can’t wait for the future, because I know you’re gonna be in it. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters to me” As soon as you say those words, you feel your tummy quiver and contract. That felt good. A lot better than what you expected. You were ready to go let the world know about your relationship, because ultimately, other people’s views don’t matter as long as you’re still in love with Alex.

Isn’t it awful lovely when I talk about my dreams.

[annasfantasies]

Helloo, i totally LOVE your writings, sooo, I was wondering if you could post a instagram smau of alex, just like the one you did of drew, yk

(english is also not my first english so sorry for bad english 😔

Rockstar’s girlfriend

/Smau, AM!Alex Turner x fem!reader

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

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yourusername night out with the group

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user1 KIDS WAKE UP MOTHER POSTED

user2 she makes me question my sexuality

user3 @/user2 same

user4 i dont know if I wanna be her or Alex

user5 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE SEVENTH PIC⁉️

user1 @/user5 I KNOW RIGHT

user6 @/user5 his handddd😫

user7 @/user5 the way he is holding her😍

user8 @/user5 I’m jealous (of him)

user7 Jamie cook is underrated

katiee_cook_ already missing you 💔

yourusername @/katiee_cook_ love u❤️

matthelders @/yourusername poor Jamie and Al

yourusername @/matthelders they can handle it

user8 HE IS SO HANDSOME I CANT

user9 @/user8 when will I have my own Al

user8 she is so rockstar’s gf

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

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yourusername life lately (why is it mostly Al😂)

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user1 they are so cute I can’t

user2 THE 8TH PIS HELLO

user1 @/user2 the jawline😆

user3 I’m convinced she is the muse for ‘you’re so dark’ just bc of the sixth photo

user4 @/user3 yeah same

user5 Alex I want roses too, thx❤️

user6 picnic date? They are so cute, I love my parents

user7 she won in life

user8 she is such a bookworm, nerd

yourbestfriend THE 6TH PHOTO?!!! MY WIFEE

yourusername @/yourbestfriend you’re acting as if I didnt ask you if I should post it

yourbestfriend @/yourusername 🙄🙄

user9 she is so obsessed with him

user4 @/user9 aren’t we all??

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

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yourusername Happy Birthday to my favourite person in the universe🥳 We’ve known each other since childhood and I can’t even explain in words how fcking proud I am for who you’ve became and what you’ve accomplished, I’ll always support you no matter what❤️💋💋 I love you my Prince Charming 😍😆

(And yes I had to sneak at least one photo of me in, I like the fit)

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user1 I’m crying and jealous

user2 I hope I will find someone like her in the future, someone who will love as much as she loves him :((

user1 @/user2 I can be your Alex if you’re my y/n😏

matthelders you’re making me sick with this love things (wish him happy bday for me thanks)

yourusername @/matthelders f you, you’re just jealous I took him from you😝 (no❤️)

user3 @/matthelders HELP MATT IS JEALOUS

matthelders @/yourusername 🖕🖕

user4 I don’t know which pic is my favourite

user5 my favourite couple❤️

katiee_cook_ cutie and an old man

user5 @/katiee_cook_ OLD MAN I CANT😂🤣🤣🤣

yourusername @/katiee_cook_ he’s not that old (you’re cuter)

user3 @/katiee_cook_ I love this woman

user6 another post and another flowers from him? Girl is getting spoiled😌

user7 @/user6 if I were her bf I would get her bouquet every morning

user8 the seventh photo😍 my parents

user2 @/user8 hello sibling

user8 @/user2 hi sis👋

user9 HIS HAND IN THE LAST PICTURE‼️

user4 @/user9 the veins😏😩

user6 @/user9 it’s a necklace actually

user1 @/user6 you guys are getting freaky😟

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

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yourusername soo we are family of 3 now.. his name is Bobo❤️

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user1 A KITTEN?!!!

user2 WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAMILY⁉️

user3 @/user2 well don’t be so surprised I’m literally their child soo

user3 he is so cute😍

user4 Hii Bobo!👋

user5 that’s such a cute name :((

user6 THE SECOUND PICTURE !! ALEX IN SWEATPANTS AHHHH

user4 @/user6 OMG I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE

user8 @/user6 the fact she sees him like that every day hurts my soul

user8 his little smile in the last photo🥺

katiee_cook_ when will you introduce me to him??

yourusername @/katiee_cook_ soon auntie Kate😘

user2 @/yourusername AUNTIE KATE OMGG

user6 @/user2 WHAT IF SHE IS PREGNANT

user9 he’s gonna be like his father, a musician🥰

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A/N: hiii loves, hope you missed me😘😜 thanks for the request and sorry for not posting it sooner, I hope it’s like you wanted it🫶 also when I finished it a noticed you didn’t write what Alex you but I guess you meant mr turner since I post about him.

Don’t forget to reblog, like and follow‼️

[youresodarkbabe]

eyes roll back (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: it's a blurb so not much, oral (f!receiving), dom!al if that even counts

word count: 624

i didn't die!!

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“what are you reading?”

your voice hits alex’s ears like a song. he looks up from his book, and smiles at you wrapped in a baby pink towel, straight out of the shower.

“that romance novel katie left behind last time she was ‘round.”

“oh? how is it, baby?”, you ask as you pull out one of alex’s shirts and a pair of shorts from your shared dresser.

“’s good. getting very.. interesting right now.” alex pulls a pillow out from behind him and lays it down on your side of the bed for you. you jump into bed, resting your head right on his shoulder. alex wraps an arm around you, running his hand up and down the length of your arm.

“how so?”

alex sighs, resting the book page down on his chest. “look for yourself, love,” he mutters as he folds his arms behind his head. you reach out and take the book from him (not without him reaching his neck out to kiss your arm).

you read the line at the top of the page, quietly murmuring along as your eyes glide across the inked words. about halfway down the page, you see what alex was talking about. “oh.” alex chuckles, “yeah? keep reading it out for me, ‘m interested.”

you raise an eyebrow and look at him, eyes boring into his. “you, interested in this?” you giggle at the prospect of the alex turner, old as he is, being interested in these silly little spicy romance novels. “yeah. read it for me.”

“okay.. where’d you stop?”

“somewhere around ‘he kissed down her’ somethin’.” alex sits down and moves you so that you were lying dead centre on the bed. he lies down on his side, waiting for you to start reading.

“‘he kissed down her chest, spreading apart her thighs with his hands as he-’ alex.”

alex looks up at you, lips still attached to the side of your stomach. “mhm?”

“what are you doing?”

“don’t worry your little head about it, love. keep reading?” he presses a kiss far lower, right above the waistband of your shorts. he nudges your thighs apart with his head, resting his cheek on you. “c’mon, do it for me, i know you can,” he rests the palm of his right hand on your clothed cunt, gently pressing the heel of his hand into you. you raise your hips slightly, bucking into his hand as you moan quietly.

“careful with the book, don’t wanna lose the page, do we?”

“mm-mm, we don’t.”

“good girl. now hold the book steady.” alex stretches out his hand to straighten out the book for you to hold.

“um, ‘spreading apart her thighs as he kisses her hip. he hooked his-’ alex, i can’t.”

alex kisses your hip once again. “‘you can’t’ what, baby?” he bites the inside of your cheek to stop himself from laughing at you whine.

“can’t focus. at all!”

“try. you’re my smart girl, i know you can.”

“i forgot where i was, uh, ‘he tugs them off, down to her ankles.’”

“done. next?” alex moves away for a quick second to let you kick your shorts off. “‘he kisses and bites on the insides of her thighs and-’, fuck, alex. if you know what’s happening next, then why are you making me read this?”

alex sucks and bites the inside of your thigh until they’re as red as your face. “you look fucking adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

your face goes even redder.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to keep reading. i got you.” alex’s kisses stray further and further towards your pussy. “do you want me to read to you, or would you prefer having me show you how the book goes on?”

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[missstolensweetheart]

Bad dreams ༄☆.˙🍓

Drabble! Smut!

TBH+C!dom!Alex turner x sub!fem!reader

Warnings : cheating! nightmare! insecurities! unprotected sex!

Summary: you have a nightmare that Alex cheats on you. He comforts you and your insecurities. And he fucks you🤭

You walked into the backstage of a venue with the intentions of surprising your boyfriend, Alex who had been on tour for a month now. You missed him terribly, missed his doe eyes, his soft hair, his kisses in the morning when the sun would peak through the windows. In short you missed him tons.

You shuffled through the backstage staff it was 30 minutes before show so you can imagine how busy it would be backstage. You made your way to his dressing room hesitating before grabbing the door handle. You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge… “he’s probably just changing” you said calming your anxiety. You knocked on the door gently

“Al” you said only loud enough for him to hear. You heard rustling on the other side followed by footsteps. He opened the door just enough for you to see him, his hair was a bit messy and his shirt looked like it had been thrown on

“Hey you what’re you doing here?” His tone was suspicious but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions

“I came to see you, now let me in” you said with a smile then pushing on the door trying to force it open

“No babeh I don’t think-“ you managed to push it open enough to see a half naked woman sitting on the small two seater sofa, she was pretty… prettier than you. She had green eyes and black hair that fell onto her shoulders.

You felt your heart shatter. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before a mix of grief, anger, sadness hit you at once overwhelming your mind. Your eyes became foggy and watery, your knees felt as though they were going to buckle…

“fuck” you managed to get out.

You shot up in your bed breathing heavily, eyes watering, “it was just dream” you repeated in your mind. you knew it wasn’t real but you still couldn’t shake the feeling. Alex stirred in his sleep

“babeh?” His voice sleepy and deep making you want to cry.

You inhaled deeply holding back tears and your shaky voice “yeah?”

“You okay?” His hand found it’s way to your waist squeezing it gently

“Yeah, bad dream.” You tried to brush it off like it was nothing but it was the complete opposite

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“You sure?” He was always persistent

“Yeah” You tried to slow your breathing down as best as you could

“Alright..”

“I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick” you made up some fake excuse to get away for a moment, you just needed a minute

“Mm’k goodnight my love” he removed his hand from your waist turning back over on his stomach , gently burying his face in the pillow

You walked to the bathroom carefully shutting the door as quiet as you could in order not to disturb Alex. You sunk down on to the floor letting the rest of your tears flood out, you couldn’t believe you were crying over a stupid dream, you at least spent 20 minutes in there crying and then at some point looking at yourself in the mirror pointing out all your flaws. Alex must have felt that you were missing because about 25 minutes after walking into the bathroom you heard a knock at the door

“Babeh? You okay?” He said in a drowsy worried voice that made you want to cry more

“Uh y-yeah” you failed at holding back your sobs this time, a loud one escaping your lips

“Open the door… please?” Almost sounded like he was begging you couldn’t imagine how worried he was

You opened the door with a shaky hand. Your eyes met his, he immediately grabbed you pulling you close to him you almost collapsed in his arms

“Shh it’s okay I’ve got you..” he rubbed your back in circles

Once your crying had calmed down he brought you over to the sink you sat on the counter while he grabbed tissues, you wiped off the tears staining your face, you felt a bit embarrassed that you had just sobbed over a stupid nightmare

“Now do you wanna tell me what this is really about?” He pulled your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with him

You hesitated but eventually spoke up “I had a bad dream…”

“About what love?” He look at you with those big doe eyes, you couldn’t keep a thing from this man he was your weakness

“You cheated on me” your eyes looked anywhere but at his

“Oh babeh…” he put arms around your waist positioning hisself between your thighs resting his head in the crook of your neck “you know I would never do that right?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck “I know… its stupid that I’m even crying about it”

“It’s not stupid ,doll.” He reassured you

“I just feel like… I’m not pretty enough for you” your voice quivered as the tears threatened to come back

He pulled back slightly looking into your eyes once more “are you serious? You’re beautiful. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole damn world. Shit compared to you I look like a homeless man” he chuckled and so did you

“There we Go Theres that beautiful smile I love” he looked at you with admiration

You sighed “I know you love me and you think I’m beautiful but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way even though I know it’s true..”

His smiled dropped into a frown “Does it not feel that way right now?”

“Yeah..” You mumbled

“Can I make it feel that way?”

That sparked your interest “how so?”

“You’ll see” he said with a sly smirk leaning closer and kissing your lips before moving down to your neck his beard tickling your bare skin made you giggle

“Al..” you said feeling the urge to stop him because honestly he really didn’t have to do this

“Yes babeh?” He looked up, his eyes immediately changing your mind

“Never mind..” he carried on with his kissing then gently suckling on your neck his hands made their way under your shirt toying with your bare breast you hissed at the feeling of his cold hands

“May I?” He motioned to take your shirt off in which you responded with a eager nod. He slipped the thin fabric over your head tossing it to the side. He crouched down slightly bring his mouth to your breast sucking on them, you know it’s going to leave hickeys but you couldn’t care less.

After a few minutes he pulled his mouth away from your sensitive breast.

“Get up.” You were confused at first but then followed his orders standing in front of him. He grabbed your shoulders turning you around to face the bathroom mirror

“Do you see yourself babeh?”

“Mhm” obviously you could see yourself it was a fucking mirror after all

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He hand snaked around you waist

You hesitated.

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He repeated a bit more forcefully

“Mhm” You nodded

“Good girl” his hands moved down from your waist to you hips

You swallowed hard. He gently pulled down your oversized pajama pants

“You see how pretty these breast are?” He cupped your breast “and how pretty these hips are” he squeezed your hips

“Mhm”

“That’s my good girl..” he kissed your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

He pushed the dark red panties you had on down.

“Bend over for me doll.” You obliged your body pressing against the cold marble counters. You heard shuffling behind you. Your eyes rolled back when when he shoved his cock inside you, he gave you a second to adjust to his size, he didn’t have a ten inch cock or nothing but he was a decent size and thick. His thrust started slow one of his hands moved from your hip to chin forcing it up.

“Look at how pretty you look while I fuck you.” You looked up at mirror in front of you you felt a bit silly when you looked at your self but when you looked at Alex behind you, you were turned on more by it.

He tutted “look at yourself doll not me” you adjusted your gaze back to yourself but every once in a while stealing glances at him.

His thrust got faster and harder “you feel so good, princess”

You couldn’t help but moan and whimper his name. Once he hit your g-spot you moaned loudly he took that as cue to hit that spot harder he grunted. “fuck..” he said breathily

“Alex… I-I’m close- “ he cut you off

“I know pretty girl. Cum with me.” His last were thrust were hard and fast, you came hard and he came soon after, cum dripping down your thighs. He pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you up gently and supporting you

“Let’s get you cleaned up beautiful” he smiled then leading you to the shower.

He truly made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

(A/N coming back with a bang. this is my first time writing in a while and my first time writing smut. Please have mercy on me🙏🙏😭😭)