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savorypink · 10 months ago

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a very special guest

alex lets you sit in on one of his livestreams.

smut. part of the sweetener/camboy au.

note: some dumbification if ya squint!

You could watch Alex all day if you wanted. He'd do the same if you were in front of the camera. Alex sits at your computer, his back contoured to the pink gaming chair, your disgustingly girly PC setup a glaring contradicting background to your boyfriend’s cam show. A hot stream of wetness gushes into the delicate lace of your panties as you watch Alex touch himself. Sitting a few inches away from the setup, the glowing monitor of the computer casts a shiny light over his cock; glistening with pre-cum and lube.

Alex’s movements are slow, his giant fist pumping lazily, his thumb going over the pink tip to lap up more pre-cum. The webcam, meticulously positioned to showcase his lower body, masks the fact that Alex is tired under the soft lighting of your LED strips. His dark circles are emphasized under the light, and his dark hair is cutely disheveled. His appearance merely adds to his appeal, and for a moment, you almost feel bad for the viewers—almost. You’d like to keep this version of him to yourself. Your ears can hear him mumbling something, a question received in the chat, but your eyes are too fixed on his lower half to decipher it.

“Do I have a girlfriend?” He turns his head from the monitor to look at you, his fist beginning to pump faster. “Yeah, I do. She’s a masterpiece.”

His eyes rake over you, both love-drunk and lustful, undressing you further with his eyes. Adorned in his mechanic’s jacket and nothing else, to Alex, this is the best you’ve ever looked. The outfit, or lack thereof, was the look he requested you’d wear, despite you not having any intention of appearing on camera, knowing your nerves would get the best of you. Color finds its way into your cheeks as you fiddle with his jacket's sleeves, caught off guard by his compliment. You squeeze your plush thighs together, another wave of wetness coursing through your core. It wouldn’t hurt to touch yourself, would it? You allow your mind to forget that Alex is watching you. Before you can dip your hand between your thighs, he stops you.

“None of that.”

He taught you better than that. Almost on cue, the computer chimes, and Alex turns his attention back to the screen, the feeling of neglect making you shrink in your seat.

“‘M sorry. I had to take care of something.”

You wish that were true. Your lips curl downwards into a pout, your arousal turning into frustration as Alex continues. To keep yourself from interrupting his stream, you force your eyes on the floor, counting the shreds of pink on the carpet underneath your feet.

“No…the Squishmallows aren’t mine,” Alex chuckles, turning to the bed behind him adorned with your stuffed animals and decorative pillows. “That’s what they’re called, right?” You don’t realize his question is pointed toward you until you hear his next one.

“You alright?”

You lift your head to face him again, his brows furrowed in concern, but you know he’s aware of your frustration. He wants to hear it from you, though. You shake your head “no,” not wanting your voice heard by the audience, though Alex has made it evident that he isn’t alone with the webcam still on and his focus shifted on you. You play with the hem of the jacket, feeling nervous under his eyes. His scent is still stained on the coat, bringing comfort to blanket the nervousness and increasing your wetness. The computer dings again, much to Alex’s annoyance since he wants to console you, but it gives him an idea.

“Come ‘ere. No one’s gonna see you.” He holds out his pinky, extending his arm your way. “Promise.”

You get up from your chair and make your way over, intertwining your pinky with his before straddling him, the gaming chair swerving a little as you try to get comfortable. You hold his face in your delicate hands, admiring every line and crease as he smiles at you, adoration and sleep deprivation kissed all over his handsome face. Your thumbs graze his flushed cheeks, giggling as you feel the heat in his face grows hotter.

“You look tired.”

“I am. Wanna help me answer some questions?”

You turn to the monitor, thankful that the audience can’t see the anxiety in your expression. Your hands grow clammy at the influx of messages on the screen, a never-ending string of questions, and emojis. You don’t know whether to be flattered or terrified. Alex’s hands rest on your thighs, rubbing the plush flesh soothingly.

“Don’t worry about that,” he gestures to the chat before turning your head around with his finger on your jaw. “I’ll handle it. Just focus on me, okay?”

There’s an odd cuteness to your terror. Your pupils expanded with panic and arousal, your damp panties rutting against his leaking cock. The hands on your thighs begin to grip at the flesh, a groan bubbling in his throat, your clinginess and fear stirring a warmth in his heart and cock. He won’t let you know that, though. You nod reluctantly, hiding your face in his neck with your arms over his shoulders, resetting your brain’s focal point on Alex exclusively. When you feel a light tug at your panties, you pull back, blinking at Alex, confused.

“You won’t need these,” he says with a lopsided smile. “I got a task for you anyway.”

You climb off him to shimmy out of your underwear, keeping your gaze on Alex as the computer erupts in more delightful sounds while your brain repeats the mantra that you’re putting on a show for him, the audience merely background noise. His hand finds his cock again, pumping languidly as your underwear hits the floor, his pace quickening as you inch closer. His free hand takes yours tenderly, his thumb grazing your knuckles before kissing them, his stubble tickling your skin.

“I need you to keep me warm for a bit. We’ll do whatever you want afterward.”

You don’t need Alex to tell you twice. You prepare to sit in his lap again, but before you sink into him, he holds your waist to stop you.

“But whatever we do,” he points to the monitor, “they have to watch.”

You almost turn to the computer again, but Alex takes hold of your chin so you can face him again.

“Don’t think about that. Don’t think about anything. I just need you to sit nice and pretty. You can do that, right?”

You nod. Alex’s tone sets you at ease, making his instructions seem more manageable. Your heart melts, along with your thoughts, as you come down on his cock, the stretch burning deliciously, every inch of him radiating heat throughout your body. Alex snakes his hand underneath your jacket, rubbing your sides in a soothing rhythm while you finish getting comfortable in his lap.

Alex brushes your hair out of the way, mumbling something in your ear about how pretty you look, coaxing you further into mindless bliss. A drawer from underneath your desk shuts, and from what your already fogged head can make out, Alex places an item on the desk. The chair swivels as Alex repositions you and him in the middle of the desk, clearing his throat before addressing the audience.

“Thank you for waiting. We have a very special guest tonight. She’s a bit sleepy, but we have a remedy for that.” He thrusts into you gently, stirring you out of sleepiness. “Right, baby?”

“…Huh?”

His cock does a delightful twitch at the doziness of your tone. He picks up the bullet vibrator from the desk, spreading your legs wider before you hear a buzzing noise. Alex brings the vibrator to your clit, and you jolt awake, your walls fluttering around him needily. He rubs the gooseflesh on your thighs before removing the device, cooing reassuringly in your ear before returning to the chat.

“Be nice. She’s quite shy.” He cups one of your breasts in a vice grip, earning a heavenly noise from your plump lips. “Pretty, isn’t she?”

He thrusts into you again, his hips moving upward in a gentle rhythm, your wetness emitting a lewd, squelching sound. Through glazed eyes, you look at the monitor. The comments go entirely over your head; you’re too blissed out to comprehend a word, but your eyes stay fixed on your cunt, glossy with slick and the lube Alex had used prior. Your juices flow hot down his thick cock, running down your thighs and onto your precious gaming chair. It’s a pretty sight, but now you have to clean your chair. Ugh. When Alex stops, you whine, greedily rocking your hips to get him to continue.

“Don’t whine,” he chuckles, kissing your neck. “We’re only getting started.”

Alex slides his ring and middle fingers past your lips, and you suck on them hungrily and pathetically quickly, humming against the digits. You wet them to the best of your ability, licking and sucking before they come out of your mouth with another whine; you can’t form the words for a complaint. The wet fingers rub your clit at a relentless pace. You’re extra sensitive from the vibrator, so his quick movements aren’t exactly helpful—to you, at least.

You dig your nails into the chair's armrest, your head falling against the headrest. You look up at the ceiling through your delicate lashes, needy moans slipping from your lips. Also, when did you put stars on your roof? They weren't there earlier, but they're there now! Your hips stutter between riding his cock and wanting more friction from his fingers, bucking and thrusting.

The added sensitivity from the bullet only makes your orgasm quicker to achieve, mewling as the feeling in your stomach grows hotter. To your dismay, Alex catches wind of your movements, removing his fingers to take hold of your erratic hips, bringing them to a slower rhythm. You babble something about wanting “more,” your words slurred in lust and drowsiness.

“Easy,” he guides your arched spine against his body, his heart thumping against the fabric of your jacket. “We’re saving that for later.”

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“‘What would you be doing if you weren’t streaming?’” Alex can feel your body go limp again, waking you up with a gentle thrust. “What do you think, baby? What would you do?” He can lull you back to sleep with his voice alone.

“Mm…” you grumble in pleasure and fatigue. “...Sleeping.”

You haven’t been keeping track of time. You figured Alex had some guilt making you stay up so late, nearly having you nap while he entertained the chat. Your cat naps, however, were cut short in favor of you answering questions in your dazed state. Your responses ranged from short and soft-spoken to babbling stupidly, an outcome of your sleepiness and pleasure. Alex loved every minute of it.

“The jacket suits her, yeah?” Alex straightens out the outerwear on your limp body, picking up the vibrator once you look presentable again. “Tell them where you got it from.”

The bullet meets your clit again, and you spasm, fully awake for yet another question.

“Mmph! It’s yours—ah!”

“Atta girl.”

Unbeknownst to your hazy head, keeping your answers sweet and brief works well in your favor. The quicker you answer, the faster you’ll have Alex to yourself. Alex chuckles halfheartedly, your sleepiness heating a familiar warmth in his chest. He wonders if he exists in the haze of your sleepy head. The digital clock reads 3 AM. He knows you’re no stranger to being up this late, but it might be time to put you to bed. Alex kisses your temple, holding your limp hand in his own.

“Are you still with me?” You nod. “Good. It’s late. We should get some rest, yeah?” That’s the only thing he’s said the entire night that’s making sense to you. You couldn’t agree more. You turn around in the chair to straddle him, his cock twirling around your walls deliciously. Your arms come around his shoulders as Alex prepares to stand up.

With a small ‘hup!’, Alex lifts you two out of the chair. His legs wobble a bit due to having you in his lap for too long. He lays you down like fresh linens, your quilt cushioning the featherlight impact. You sink further into the mattress with Alex’s weight on you, something you aren’t unfamiliar with, but your neediness and lack of sleep make it more of an inconvenience.

You scratch lightly at his scalp, your manicured fingers making it all the more enjoyable for Alex, his body becoming slack against yours. You kiss his temple before tugging at his hair. He won’t fall asleep like this on your watch. There’s a familiar, delightful twitch in your cunt as he groans.

“Don’t do that.” Alex mumbles, his face buried in the quilt.

“You’re taking too long…” You dig your heels into his hips, though you’re sure he couldn’t be any deeper inside you than he is now.

“Five…minutes. I’ll be with you in five minutes.”

He’s too adorable to disturb; well, not that adorable. You stretch your arm out to grasp one of your pillows, the closest pillow within reach being a flower-shaped one you impulsively bought recently. You begin hitting him on the back with the plush flower, giving him a few taps to the head for good measure.

“Stop,” his protest is muffled, but you can hear his lips curve into a smile.

“Make me.”

He takes hold of your thighs before turning you over, tumbling lazily to position you on top of him. The sudden change in position takes you aback, your face warming up as he gazes at you, warmth and fuzziness coloring his eyes. He’s too cute to look at; you can’t throw the pillow in his face. Alternatively, you can hide yours in the pillow instead. However, Alex swipes it out of your hand.

“No, no, no…no hiding,” he taps you on the cheek with the petals playfully. “We don’t do that here.”

You fiddle with the chain around his neck, watching as his chest falls and rises slowly. The steadiness of his breathing helps clear the fog in your head. Sure, you’re still sleepy, but the backflips of your heart do keep you awake. The nervous excitement mixed with nausea as his eyes remain on you. Being the center of attention is something you dislike, but you don’t mind doing 360s in his orbit.

“What are you thinking about?” Alex mumbles.

“Sleeping,” you chuckle.

“Great minds think alike.” His hand slips underneath your jacket, kneading your breasts lazily. “What should we do about that, pretty one?” His hips answer the question for you. He begins thrusting into you softly, your neediness beginning to resurface.

“Mm…gonna ride you ‘til you fall asleep…” He removes his hand to hold both of yours. Instinctively, you intertwine your fingers around his large hand.

“Make my night, then.”

Finally, you have him to yourself. You decide to keep the soft rhythm Alex had built, meeting him halfway with his thrusts. The bed rocks with both of your movements, your stuffed animals and pillows bouncing delicately along your headboard. Slick begins to flow from your walls again, the sick, squishy noise filling the room alongside your moans.

Alex continues to match your timing, not wanting to smudge the moving artwork in front of him. Your tits bounce softly during each impact, and his mouth waters at the sight, moving the jacket out of the way for easy viewing. The hair above his cock tickles your clit on the way down, and wanting more of this sensation, you make it a habit of applying more pressure on your descent, the bed bouncing a bit more brutal this time.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look,” Alex turns to the monitor, the webcam still up and running. “You were so good for me today, baby. They really liked you.”

Warmth pools in your belly for the umpteenth time tonight, the wet noises growing louder, your walls clenching tighter. “Yeah? I was good?”

“Perfect.”

You let go, fingernails digging into the skin of Alex’s hands as you hold them tightly. Your cunt grips his cock as tightly as your hands, your walls shutting around him. You catch yourself falling over him as your orgasm still lingers. Your hips continue to move to aid Alex in chasing his bliss, leaning over so your lips ghost above his ear. Your nose catches a whiff of strawberry in his hair while you ride him. You smile.

“Stop using my shampoo.”

His laughter shortly follows a moan, his release painting your insides in hot, sticky spurts. The concoction of your wetness and his release run down his shaft, then his thighs, staining your pink quilt. You’ll have to clean that too. Ugh. Your hands go up and down his chest, his toes unraveling under your touch as he remembers how to breathe again. Alex’s eyes fight between being open and shut, his hands starting to lose grip on yours. You take the flower pillow, lifting his head with extra fragility as he nods off, placing the pillow underneath him.

You place a kiss on his cheek before climbing off of him, his release cascading down your trembling legs. You have a lot of cleaning to do. You wince as you walk to the computer, giving the audience a polite wave goodbye before shutting the computer off.

#mickey is typing…#sweetener tag #alex turner fanfic #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #missed the sunday deadline so i can’t wish y’all a happy sweetener sunday 😞

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