#Pete Robertson

[dietmountaindewbae]

hiii, can you write something about alex with jealous, pls

xi. one for the road

alex turner x reader

requested by anonymous

word count: 3501

summary: A spark of jealousy made the fire rise up between you and (late 2011) Alex, and it's your duty to make him remember you're irreplaceable, will he fall into your trap?

warnings: degradati!on, h!ckeys, bru!ses.,

music recommendations: good morning beautiful by deftones

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Waking up dizzy, with a killer headache that felt like a knife was pushed into your head, while a bumpy road was ahead, this hungover probably was in your top 5 worse hangovers in the world, a frown was tattooed on your brows.

You woke up on the couch like almost every day after a massive gig, but this time you were covered in a leather jacket, you smiled at the thought, and there was Pete, head on the couch, sleeping awkwardly next to you, he was just waking up just like you.

"Good morning beautiful" He had a deep raspy voice, you giggled and tried to fix your hair.

"Hello" You giggled, "God... what the fuck happened yesterday?"

"The same, we got shitfaced together but I do remember quite clearly that you begged me to stay with you" You gasped, and immediately sat straight, he had a smirk on his lips.

"Mmm I don't think so, I think that's your dirty little fantasy about me, Pete" He rolled his eyes at you, he was about to open his mouth to talk back at you, "Don't deny it" He sneaked up on you, tickling your sides, falling into the couch.

Alex came back from his bunk, all dressed up in his blue jeans, and white shirt uniform, "Good, you two are up" He took a sip of his black coffee, "I'll grab that" He said, grabbing the black leather jacket you had slept with the other night, you thought it was Pete's but you remembered he wore a denim jacket last night, so... how did you end up with Alex's jacket if Pete was up next to you? Then you realized he was up way before you, Pete stood up and he was wearing sweatpants, if he had crashed with you, he would probably be wearing the same clothes as yesterday, Jesus you needed a cold shower, an aspirin, and a coffee.

The cold water on your face made you see clearly, you just remembered waking Pete up, and you were angry about something, you didn't remember what exactly but Pete was comforting you, yes you had been friends with him but things got a little flirty between you two, of course, with a little bit of booze the tongue loosens up, you shared a few drinks with him until you crashed in the couch again, you had a bed but you found the couch so comfortable that night, you stayed there until 4 with Pete, maybe this whole waking up with Pete next to you wouldn't have happened if only Alex hadn't sneaked out that girl a couple of nights ago, jealousy made you act this way, is not like you were in love, but he made you want him so bad that it made you so angry thinking about him sleeping with someone that wasn't you, he came to you with his little broken heart and puppy brown eyes, and now you were the one who looked like that.

Around 5 you were in the arena, arriving for the soundcheck, and after that, you stayed in your hotel room trying to remember everything but nothing yet, so you gave up and tried to forget about it by taking a walk around the city with your girls, you didn't tell them what happened though, you found it useless, there was no way in them being helpful if you had amnesia from yesterday. The clock was ticking, you arrived at the concert, and there was Pete backstage waiting for their queue smoking a Marlboro red.

"Hey... I brought you a beer" You said to Pete, resting your back against the wall, "As an apology for yesterday, waking you up in the middle of the night"

"Nah, you can wake me up as many times you'd like" You both chuckled, "Besides, you seemed like you wanted to talk with someone, so... I'm always here, as a friend... or whatever you want" And that's when another memory flashed back, you were about to fuck him, and that word you used, "No hard feelings, no strings attached" What the fuck was going on in your head?

"Oh," You blushed, "Maybe we can see what happens later," You said to him just to not talk about that subject anymore, and he scoffed.

"You don't remember anything about yesterday, right?" You were honest and said no with your head, "This is what happened yesterday" He grabbed you by the waist, crashing his mouth on yours, and for some reason, even if his mouth tasted heavenly, and his kissing was amazing, it still didn't feel right, because he was out there.

Alex watched you from the other side of the stage, he watched you laughing, blushing, and kissing Pete, he watched everything, and he just wanted to crash his knuckles against his jaw, he had the nerve to kiss you out of all of the girls he could have, the anger took over him, he wanted to smash his guitar on his head, even worse, he thought that you liked his kissing, because of the way you let your body relax underneath his, and your soft lips opened to let his tongue slip inside you, he held you so closely, not wanting to let go of you, and there was Alex who thought he was the only one who could make you feel alive.

Pete kissed you once more before he went to the stage, the crowd yelled euphoric, while your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, you trapped a cigarette between your lips but your black lighter wouldn't turn on, "Use mine" A deep voice said, of course, it was Alex, he lighted up your cigarette, trapping you against the wall, "So Pete and you, huh?"

"I could say the same about you and her" You nudged your head signing at the girl you didn't even bother remembering her name, she was too busy taking pictures with everyone at the gig, you didn't know her but she seemed like the type of girl you didn't want to be around anyways, "Don't even ask another question," You said, pushing him away, "Do whatever you want Alex, I don't care what you do, fuck with her, fuck with any girl you want but don't come back to me like a dog" You answered him back, "Besides... you and I can both agree on that... what can she do that I can't do better? Tell me..."

"I don't think so" He answered with a smirk, but you knew his body just as well as you knew the way his mind worked, he wasn't fooling you, he stunk of cigarettes, whiskey, and his poisonous cologne, and it was obvious he couldn't make things work with her, of course, there would be a time where he could find someone else, and you didn't really mind that, but all of those nights he said he was yours, no one else could set him up on fire quite as you do, had him running around trying to trap you in between his hands, "What do you even care about? I know you're jealous" He smirked, that evil smirk he gave you really made you laugh.

"Oh, you're stupid if you think she could be something I could be jealous of, I thought you out of all people would know that fact better than the rest," You even felt a little bad for him, "You poor thing, I bet she can't even get your dick to be as hard like I can, not even take you as good, that's why you're all so frustrated, so unattended, 'cause she's not me, never forget about that" You inched closer, he sighed wanting to kiss your mouth so heavily, you grabbed the bulge on his jeans, "Good luck getting rid of that" He was as stiff as a rock, and he was starving for more.

He rushed to his car pulling the hairs off his head, closing his eyes and picturing you as his hand slowly descended to his jeans, that was the first thing that came into his mind when he was this frustrated, your mouth, your kisses, your soft pleads against his ear, he yearned to be inside you, and all because he found the wrong girl attractive, he didn't know why did he even think someone like Pete could replace him, why did he get so possessive over you? He couldn't concentrate as much, he was confused, angry but most of all in great need of you, he closed his eyes once more, he began to move his hand inside his tight black jeans, he remembered a day when you walked around only in a mini skirt and you silver bathing suit, he exhaled deeply, his hand gripping his dick tightly, adding more pressure to his head, you walked around free, even when you bend down to pick up something he couldn't help himself and he looked underneath so shameless, he wanted a taste of what was underneath that skirt, and soon enough he did, he fucked you on his motorcycle that day, so roughly you were crying, whining, your legs couldn't stop shaking, your tits were hanging out of that tiny bathing suit, you pussy was so wet, got so tight around him, and he remembered watching how he drove his dick in and out of you, your hard nipples, and your damp hair, his hand speeds up the movements, his skin filling with goosebumps, he could almost vividly feel you kissing him, he just wanted another taste, another bite of your bottom lip, to take him so well, his hand squeezed his cock just like you did until finally he came all over his stomach saying your name out loud, "Fuck-" He cursed under his breath, he had to clean up before he went up, and most importantly deal with you after the gig.

He went to the stage, trying not to mess up his solos, as he tried not only to focus on the lyrics but you, most importantly. You were talking with Pete along with a beer, sitting on his lap while he had his arm around your hips, hand on your thigh, your dress hitching up your thighs allowing him to see a small fraction of your panties, what had him on the edge were you, you did this on purpose to pull the strings of his hair, to get him to feel the same way you did, maybe it was just a dark and moody game you had going on with him but it was exciting, and Peter and that girl were just pawns in it, he was so gentle with you, caressing your legs up and down so gently, but truly he couldn't get on Alex's level.

"You look so beautiful sweetheart," He played with the straps of your silver dress, leaving a kiss on your shoulder, his fingers climbing up your leg gently, the look in your eyes sending him spiraling down, letting his body take control over him, it said to come, try, give a taste, taste me, those greedy eyes enchanted him, he kissed your lips so softly, but then when you returned the kiss he took advantage to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss, he was so needy for it, too needy, that's what turned you off, you liked that Alex wanted you but he could breathe without you, and you were scared Pete wouldn't take things just like Alex, he would never replace Alex, you were more sure of that with every kiss you gave him, you wished it was Alex's lips, they tasted like heaven.

It was around 11 when the gig finished, you were walking down the halls trying to find Katie until an arm pulled you in, and his strong hands pushed your back against the door shutting it close, your heart was beating out of your chest, "You keep doing that, see how that turns out for you, but you know that even if he fucks you, you're still gonna think about me, I can see it in your eyes because you kissed him just like you kiss me, but you know is only me who can make you get wet with only whispering your name, you know he's no better than me, so why even bother?"

"You were so busy with her, so I got busy too, don't take it personal Alex," You gave him a smirk, but it only got him more annoyed, he put his hand around your neck, chocking you lightly but enough to make you stay in place, "Or do, do whatever you want, I already told you"

"How personal did you get with him?"

"Do you wanna know?" You gave him that look he always struggled to find the answer, it was playful, innocent, so confusing, he didn't know what to think, it could mean anything.

"Tell me, do I wanna know?" You just giggled at him, he was begging you to know, but at the same time, he knew at least nothing had happened with Pete last night when he woke up in the early morning, that night he didn't sleep as much when he heard you complaining with Pete, he saw you sleeping with your arms and legs closed, Pete didn't even bother to cover you up but Alex did, "I know you don't want him as much as you want me, come on, I know you want it so why don't you quit that attitude" You stared at his eyes, he knew you wouldn't drop it.

"Make me" He unbuckled his thick cowboy leather belt, unzipped his jeans, took his cock, and dug his fingers into your skin ripping apart your fishnets pushing your panties to the side sliding his dick inside you, a hollowed moan escaping your lips when he went all the way inside you, he was so hard, so big it felt so delicious inside you that it made you wanna cry out his name.

"I'll make you remember who's the one that can get that face to look like that" His movements speed up, making the straps of your dress fall exposing your tits, you held on to his hips as best as you, you couldn't help yourself anymore, you were gasping for air as he fucked you so hard against the door, your pussy getting wetter with every thrust of his hips, "You're my girl, he would never make you feel like this, don't be stupid, you know the right choice to make"

"And what's that?"

"Stop fucking around with him, and I'll keep making you cum as good as today and every day" That sounded so appealing, but you were trying out new buttons, and it was time to press the red one.

"And what if I don't?" He took his cock away, leaving you empty, and trembling.

"You know what happens, you're never satisfied and eventually you'll get down on your knees," He pushed your shoulders down gently you landed on your knees, "Just like that, ask for me to fuck you up real hard and deep, so I'll give you one last chance," He grabbed you by the hair, pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you sucked on it, swirling your tongue gently, he took his thumb away and spat on your mouth, "Don't disappoint me" You took his swollen red cock inside your mouth, he pushed his cock far deeper inside you hitting the back of your throat, you gulped, saliva strings falling from your chin to the floor, your eyes staining with tears, but his look of satisfaction, and his gasping it made you so wet, he drew back, and you allowed yourself to breathe shortly, then you took him back in, stroking his cock up and down as you mainly focused on his head, swirling your tongue around it, feeling precum leak out, but he stood up, crossed arms, waiting for you to take him all in, you would made him want you even more than the other days, you took a deep breath before you took him in once more, swallowing around him, his head hitting the back of your throat, and you kept him hit it until his hand fell on your hair, he thrust his hips back and forward, "Just like fuckin- that doll, it feels so good" You drew back, and what you couldn't fit on your mouth you stroked it, your eyes glistened with tears, "You love chocking on it, don't you? I'll fuck your pussy nice and deep just like you love it, I bet you're so wet by now, you little cunt, I told you you would regret it" He buried his dick inside your throat, and you gagged and gulped but you were persistent with obvious anger on your eyes, "Can't speak with your mouthful, can you? Come on, let's not waste enough time, I'll show you what you're gonna miss if you leave me for that vanilla fucker" He picked you up from the floor, and you wrapped your legs around him as an instinct, he pushed his stiff dick inside you, slipping inside your walls so easily as your body jolts up with every thrust of his hips, you were pressed up against him so tightly it made a few moans escape your mouth, each getting louder until he covered your mouth when he heard someone knock on his door.

"Alex?" It was Jamie, "We're going to the bus, Nick bought a few bottles, wanna come?"

"In a bit, I'll try not to take too long" But even if he wanted, it wasn't the right place at the moment, "Is everyone goin'?"

"Yes, but we're missing someone you know who it is, have you seen her? Pete is looking for her but she's missing" That fucking Pete getting on his way again, he buried his cock inside your pussy covering your mouth as he slightly opened the door.

"I don't know where could she be, have you searched the parking lot? she might be out having a smoke," You breathed heavily, your hand began to rub your clit in desperate circles, he felt your walls getting tighter around him, while you were drooling for him to fuck you harder and faster since there was a whole search team after you already, Alex was begging for Jamie to leave.

"Ok, will do, call me when you finish doin' whatever that you're doin'" He shut the door once Jamie disappeared, you wept when his movements got a lot rougher, sending you flying away, your tits hardening as you felt yourself closer.

"You're a whore, touching yourself while you had my cock inside you, you're so fuckin' dirty, you're a misbehaving little whore, I'll teach ya" His cock was throbbing inside you as he pushed his body up and down, you held onto his strong arm, his hand wrapping around your neck, his death ramps ring felt cold against your flushed flesh, "You want to finish?" You nodded your head you couldn't form a sentence, just moan out the pleasure of his cock inside you, and his thumb going around in circles, as his movements began to get a little more sloppy, "Cum on my cock, make a mess on it, it's all for you, so come on you little whore do what I say" You are in utter shock, the ability he had to keep a steady pace at the same time he rubbed your clit in circles, his lips attached to your neck, sucking and biting on it, "You're body's mine, you're mine, I'll show you" He left another on your right tit as the other one was kneaded roughly with his hand, you followed the movements of his hips, you wanted him buried all the way inside you, you trembled as he pressed down on that button, he thrust back and goes back in, you felt a moan built up on your throat and your release on your stomach, he went back another time, and that's when you finally gave in, coming all over his cock, "That's it doll, make a mess on me cock, I know you love it like that"

"Oh fuck..." You gasped for air, "Alex, that was-"

"You know what to do love, you leave him," You nodded your head obediently, "'Cause I already left her, I think you should do the same," To avoid something growing between you, you came up with a good idea.

"After the tour is over, you can see whoever you want, and we keep being friends, we don't have to make things weird if we don't want to," You smiled at him pecking his lips, "It's my time to go, I had fun Al" You opened the door fixing your dress, "You know where to find me"

"While you're there, will you pour me one for the road?"

A/N

Hope you enjoyed today's new chapter, please if you have more requests please drop them by without any doubt.

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