ampropeller

[ampropeller]

Al gets bullied then his mic gets forcibly taken away [x]

[ampropeller]

a little sub alex drabble for you guys since i’ve been gone for a while!! enjooy

2008 alex x reader

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“i know baby, i know,” you cooed, cupping alex’s face. he was a sight for sore eyes, curls disheveled and damp, mouth parted, little whimpers escaping his lips from how full he felt.

you couldn’t get over how much you adored pegging him. he was always so whiny, so perfect for you and it never failed to have you soaking through your underwear.

slowly, you thrusted your hips forwards, alex’s hand that wasn’t resting on your waist flying to grasp yours. you interlocked your fingers with his, kissing his open mouth softly. “doesn’t hurt too bad?” he shook his head. “just a little- s’ good though,” he panted.

“okay,” your eyes flickered across his face. “you just tell me if you want me to stop or anything, alright?” he nodded quickly, signaling for you to start moving again. you pulled out slowly, thrusting in a bit harder this time, evoking a lusty moan from him.

“thatsss it,” you crooned, snapping your hips against his again. he whined and fisted the sheets, a sheen of sweat on his forehead glistening in the soft lamplight. it’d only been around two minutes and he was already an absolute mess. “momma faster please,” he cried, nearing release.

you leaned in closer so your body lay atop his. your index finger softly traced his shiny lips before sliding into his mouth. alex’s lips immediately closed around your finger, his whimpers muffled, eyes saueezed shut. “hey.”you patted his cheek. “look at me.”

his eyes opened and your heart almost melted at the sight, all caramel and swirly and wondrous and lust blown, staring straight up at you, like a baby deer. now that you had his eyes on yours, you thrust the silicone cock right up against his prostate, eliciting a loud gasp from him. his mouth parted, your finger pulling out and tracing his own saliva down his bottom lip.

“m’ close,” he whined. “i know, i know,” you panted, taking his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head. “you like it when mommy fucks you like this?”

he whined louder, nodding and whimpering until spit dribbled down the side of his face. “aw baby boy,” you thrust hard and fast, making sure you were hitting his prostate just right. it seemed to work because five seconds later he was writhing under you, his moans high pitched and desperate.

helping him get there, you wrapped a hand around his straining cock, spitting on it and stroking with the same pace as your hips. “momma that feels so-“ alex was cut off by a moan, his eyes rolling back as he came all over your hand and his stomach. you helped him ride out his high until his whimpers decreased and you pulled out.

you didn’t let go of his cock though. it was still half hard, cum dripping down the sides. alex’s eyes were shut, he was panting heavily. such a pretty sight, the warm toned lamplight dancing so beautifully across his sweaty skin, his curls damp and sticking to his face, the way his pretty mouth parted in a gasp when you moved your hand, stroking his cock once more.

you kissed the tip, licking up the cum on his stomach while your hand moved up and down his length. alex whined, already hard again but he was still a little overstimulated from the intense orgasm. “cmon baby boy, give me one more, yeah?”

he nodded and you smiled, twisting your free hand in his dark hair and pulling him in for a dirty kiss, making sure he tasted his own cum on your tongue. it wasn’t long before he was whimpering into your mouth again, nearing release. “oh that’s it honey,” you whispered, grinning at him.

your hand moved quickly, thumb sliding across his tip and wiping off pre cum every time your hand made its way up. you shuffled down, moving one hand to sensually stroke his lower stomach, pressing down a bit and moving further down to the inside of his thigh. alex’s back arched when you spit on his cock, cumming again. he moaned as he spurted cum all over your hand once again, tears falling down his soft cheeks as he whimpered.

he babbled something incoherently, but you wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurt or anything so you asked him to repeat it. “h- hold me please,” he cried, snuffling through his tears. “shit, baby yeah.”

you quickly lay atop the pillows, holding alex so his head rested in the crook of your neck, his chest against yours, arms wrapped around your middle. “you did so good baby, was that okay for you? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he quickly shook his head. “no, s’ so good.”

you nodded, kissing his hair and rubbing his back soothingly. you felt the rising and falling of his chest get a bit slower, his heart beating calmly against yours. his soft, gentle breaths fanned across your neck and he turned his head, pressing sweet little kisses along your jaw.

he sat up, practically straddling you and cupped your face, leaning in for a desperate kiss. once he pulled away, wiping drool from his mouth, he rested his head on your shoulder, arms around your neck. “will you do me one more favor?” he asked

“what is it?” you leaned your head against his.

“well it’s just that you haven’t gotten to cum yet and i- i um- i want you to sit on my face.”

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[ampropeller]

Silk Skin, Soft Lips

just a sweet lazy morning…

warnings: smut, handjob, piv, oral (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), mentions of pegging, drool, idk see for yourself it’s pretty soft imo (written with the car!al in mind)

word count: 3.2k

you woke up to the soft sounds of your boyfriend drowning out the morning birds outside. the window was left open, like most nights, as per his request. he got hot during his sleep. it wasn’t even summer, the scorching heat not here yet, but still, he insisted. you didn’t complain, you had him there to keep you warm anyway, his body serving as your own personal radiator throughout the night.

as you opened your eyes you were greeted with the most beautiful sight. alex was still asleep, sprawled out on his tummy but facing you. although mostly covered by glossy locks of hair, some parts of his face you could see poking through. like his nose, pushed into the pillow, and those pink puffy lips, slightly parted, the cause for his snoring. he wasn’t loud, not at all disturbing, more like a lullaby that almost sang you back to sleep.

your eyes trailed lower to his naked body, he’d even taken off the sheet that was covering him during the night. one of his legs was bent, giving you the perfect view of his plump ass, adorned with red marks and bruises, reminding you of last night, the way you were gripping his hips so tight while you fucked him. he was feeling needy, just needed you to take care of him, fuck him to sleep. and you did just that, the night ending with him drooling into the pillow he was currently lying on, looking all innocent, stark contrast to how he was begging and trying to spread himself more for you just a few hours before, whimpering in sync with the sounds coming from your hand colliding with his silk like skin.

you were getting horny just thinking of it now.

the way his back was arched from the position, inviting you, the scratch marks from your nails, you couldn’t not touch him. your hand went to his spine, tracing down with feather like touch from your fingers, not wanting to wake him up, he looked so peaceful and pretty. he stirred a bit, feeling it tickle, but didn’t wake, not until you reached the sensitive skin on his cherub looking ass, wincing as he felt it burn, a soft quiet grunt escaping from his throat.

“mhm, it’s sore…” the whispered words through his morning voice sounding like heaven. it was grittier, but still had a certain softness to it.

“i”m sorry baby” you whispered back, feeling bad for ruining his sleep. and for hurting him.

“‘s fine” he sighed, moving his arm, reaching out for you with his eyes still closed, humming in content when he found you, snaking it around your waist, pulling you closer to him, tangling you to him by placing his thigh over yours. you were engulfed by his warmth, your face buried under his chin. his scent was addicting and you could already feel yourself falling back to sleep like this.

you stayed like that for a few more minutes, eyes closed, slow breath sounds in your ears, just taking in each other, his fingers tracing abstract shapes on your skin.

he shifted, nuzzling his face in between your breasts and giving them each a kiss, before he wiggled out from your grip, earning a slightly annoyed sigh from you, but the annoyance quickly went away when you opened your eyes again to see him stretching while he sat on the edge of the bed, his arms above his head, fingers interlocked, his waist looking tinier than ever in that moment, the muscles in his back accentuated. and he let out one of those sounds between a whine and a grunt as he was waking up his body from his deep slumber, feeling it ache in certain spots, unsure if it was from your earlier activities or from the position in which he slept.

“stay here darling, i’ll go make coffee.” he whispered as he leant down, tugging a strand of hair that was dangling over your face behind your ear, giving your lips a quick soft peck before he got up.

god that ass.

he stood in the middle of the room of a moment, forgetting what it was he wanted to do. he wasn’t standing with his back completely facing you, so you had quite a good view of him, all of him.

the way his hands rubbed against the scruff he left to grow making a scratchy sound you could hear even through the noise coming from outside.

your eyes trailed down his body, from his lean chest, to his tummy, the way it dipped out a bit, that slight roundness that got you so weak, down to the place between his thighs. he was soft, the thin skin shrinked from the cold air hitting it, still so pretty, only making the ache between your thighs more noticeable. you hadn’t even got out of bed and you wanted him again.

he remembered. he wanted to get something on himself, looking around the room for some clothes, settling on a pair of sweatpants and your cardigan he spotted on the back of the chair. he threw them on lazily, one of his shoulders still exposed from how the fluffy sleeve was falling off.

and just like that, with another big stretch and a scratch of his hair, messing it up even more, to which he hummed in pleasure as his fingers worked into his scalp, he disappeared from your view.

he didn’t bother to brush his teeth or anything, went straight to turn the coffee machine on and he groaned at the loud noise taking him out of the in-between state he was in of being awake, yet his mind still sleeping.

he took his cup with him and walked out on the balcony to have a smoke.

he tried to quit, he started smoking less and less, but he couldn’t go without one in the morning. it had been a habit for too many years to break it.

you couldn’t go back to sleep, getting up to seek his presence after covering yourself with one of his looser shirts, knowing exactly where he’d be. you slipped through the glass door, your hands immediately going around his middle, hugging him from behind, resting your head in between his shoulder blades. your palms weren’t greeted with warmth this time, the crisp morning air making his skin cold and prickly. nothing you couldn’t fix, still warm after just slipping out from under the covers.

“told you to stay in bed.”

“mhmmm, but i missed you already…” you whispered, your breath going through the material on his back, warming up the spot, making him melt into you. you felt his body relax, both from your touch and from the inhaling and exhaling of smoke.

your need for him for him hadn’t subdued at all, only getting worse once you felt him on you again. so you decided to test the waters and see if he was down for it. you were quite rough the night before and sometimes he wasn’t in the mood after one of those night, still feeling too sensitive even the next day.

you slipped your hand lower, slowly brushing over the faint line of hair leading down from his belly button, slipping just the tips of your fingertips under his waistband, and to your avail, no protests came from him, meaning you could go on. as your hand slipped inside the joggers, you brushed over his soft pubic hair, almost massaging the area before going any further. it wasn’t completely unkept, but he just let it be a bit more free, tired of shaving it all the time. he asked if you minded of course, but you didn’t. once he let it grow out a bit you got obsessed, it was so different to how you were used to it, but it felt so…good. another thing about him for you to get addicted to.

he was still completely soft as your hand brushed over his length from the base to the tip, but you kept caressing it delicately, whilst also leaving kisses on that one shoulder there his your cardigan had slid off, trailing up to the back of his neck, his longer hair tickling your eyelashes as your face got buried in it.

you could feel his grow hard in your hand, now stroking him gently, gliding your hand up and down his cock, still in the cosy confines of the pants. it didn’t take much longer to have him fully erect and needy, his back arching and almost making him choke on the thick smoke when you brushed your fingers over his tender tip, coming in contact with the raw slit starting to leak some precum just because of your touch, your breaths, your chest rising each time you inhaled pushing your tits into his back, just you.

he took the cigarette that was keeping him quiet out of his mouth, immediately forming that ‘o’ shape and trailing into a muted moan. he raised his arm over his shoulder to place the burning stick between your own lips, but you quickly discarded of it into the ashtray he kept on the railing of the balcony, wanting to focus on him and only him, to hear every little sound he made, to not miss any of his grunts and breathy moans, to feel every slight twitch of his cock in your hand.

“wanna go inside al?” you suggested, given the very exposed position you found yourselves in, the open balcony, although not facing towards the street, still very much a precarious place.

“not yet.” he said, panting, his hand going to grip your arm, not risking the chance of you retreating it. he felt too good, so good he forgot about his surroundings, or he just didn’t care anymore. he wasn’t loud anyway, not like he’d bring any unwanted attention from that.

at the same time your free hand found its place in between your legs, easy access wearing just his shirt and nothing else, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, knuckles digging into his plump ass with every flick of your wrist.

“f-fuck…don’t…stop.” he pleaded, he was already so close from just a couple minutes of your hand’s gentle strokes, but he had no shame about it, he always let you know how weak you made him for you.

you obliged to his wishes, wanting to please him as much as you could. though this wasn’t fixing your certain need for him, it was satisfying to make him feel good, to make him fall apart.

your hand slipped out from his grip for just a second, bringing it up to his mouth and he knew what you wanted from him, spitting in your palm without second guessing your action. that way you could stroke him more easily, applying more pressure on every upwards move of your hand towards his throbbing head, slowly focusing your attention on mainly the fragile sore tip.

“want you inside me al.”

“‘m not gonna last baby…”

“don’t care, please.” you felt too empty, needed to feel him, even for just a moment.

he swiftly turned you around, switching places as well, your lower back hitting the cold metal railing. wet. it must’ve rained. the skin made direct contact, exposed from how the shirt was riding up. even though somewhat oversized, it wasn’t very long on you. most of his shirts would just fit you as is. he was tiny.

he looked at you for a split second with those tired puppy eyes, his bangs falling over them. god he was so beautiful.

his gaze turned to the spot in between you, grabbing a hold of his cock and running it through your folds, stalling for just a bit longer, knowing he would bust inside you in an instant from how close he got. the way he spread your silky wetness to cover his cock, circling your clit with his tip, made you moan and shift your hips just to feel more.

“shhh, don’t want anyone to hear.” he cooed, shutting you up with one of those lazy and messy kisses, tasting the bitter cigarette on his tongue, though it didn’t last long, being broken by both of you gasping as he pushed just the tip inside of you with his thumb, the sudden intrusion causing you to shift your hips impulsively, wrapping one of your legs around his waist making him slip inside even deeper, almost all the way, from how your cunt was sopping for him.

“bed. now.” you ordered. you wanted to feel him properly, feel his weight on you, grab him, everything. and this wasn’t going to work.

he grasped your other thigh, signalling for you to bring it up as well, taking a good hold of you to walk you to the bedroom, his cock never slipping out. not until he placed you on the white sheets covered mattress, shifting so he could have the best angle to work on you, even taking a pillow to place it under your hips. he didn’t have the energy to hold them up himself and he knew he could hit your spot just right like that and make you come quicker. he needed all the advantages he could get. he knew that once he’d start moving it wouldn’t be long until he would come apart, swallowed by the warmth and tightness of your cunt.

he leaned down closer to you, resting his now rather sweaty forehead on yours, his sultry breaths turning shaky as he directed his cock to your entrance and thrust his hips against you slowly, making you feel every heavy inch, every pulsating vein rubbing your walls, and you’re unable to stop yourself from clenching around him.

“oh fuck- doll…gonna have to stop doing that if you want me to fuck you good.”

“please just m-move.” you begged.

he settled on a slow pace, his thrusts long and deep, hitting your spot each time, his fat head digging into the spongy spot perfectly. you didn’t need fast and rough right now, you had enough of that other times. this was different, intimate. not that it wasn’t always intimate, but the way he was fucking you now, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, taking in your features, it’s so sweet.

your hand instinctively went to grab his ass to push him further into you.

“ugh careful, told you it’s sore baby.” he hissed.

in the moment you forgot about the purple blood spots you caused him, instead going to rub over the bruise covered skin.

your eyes fluttered shut as his rough fingertips went to play with your clit, your hips shifting to meet his every time he thrusts into you.

“i’m gonna cum, love f-fuck can’t hold on much longer. you feel so good” his grunts were giving him away already.

“‘m close too al” you were.

he came, couldn’t hold it back anymore, but he pushed through his orgasm to get you there too, lips reaching one of your nipples, his hand that wasn’t holding him up caressing your other breast, kneading it in his palm. the way his wet tongue circled the sensitive skin, grazing it with his teeth, his hot cum coating your walls, it pushed you over the edge. you were whimpering his name, face showing pure ecstasy, though he didn’t see it, his face buried in between your breasts as he was panting and struggling to keep his hips moving as you came down from your own sweet release.

he slipped out of you and released your nipple with a pop. he started kissing his way down your body, nudging his nose into your lower stomach and lower, lower, lower, his little humms vibrating through your body.

“what are you doing baby?” you panted, still sensitive from your orgasm, squirming when the tip of his nose glided through your folds and scraped your clit.

“gonna eat you out now.” he said, matter-of-factly.

“‘s too much al…too sensitive still.”

“indulge me.”

who were you to say no to him?

his face distanced itself a bit, wanting to take in the image of your cum mixed with his own running out of your still slightly gaping hole. he spread your lips apart with two fingers. he looked like he was in a trance, watching the liquids slowly spill, dripping down the skin connecting your pussy to your other hole, much neglected. most of the fun ass stuff was for him, but the sight was too good to pass on. he let some of the spit accumulating in his mouth drip out, adding to the probably already sufficient lubrication, followed by his thumb rubbing it onto the skin surrounding your puckered hole, applying more and more pressure to the tight muscle.

“that alright with you doll?”

“mhm, please.”

all he needed were your words to confirm.

his thumb easily slipped inside due to the slippery sticky mess, and you gasped at the sensation. he’d fucked you there before, it wasn’t a first, but you hadn’t done it in a while, so it almost felt like new.

“does that feel good? can feel you gripping my finger, tell me if it’s too much.”

“it’s…so fucking good.” you cried out.

“thought so.” his face sporting a smirk. cocky bastard.

you gripped his hair to attach his mouth back to your core and you could almost see stars as his tongue plunged into you. even he moaned as he felt his finger wiggling under his tongue through the thin fleshy wall separating them.

and when he worked that talented muscle inside you, his other hand reached out to press hard on your clit. it was too much. you were overwhelmed, he could make you come from just one of those things, but all three at the same time? you turned to putty, losing the grip on his hair, your mouth open but not even making any sounds as you came, again, in only a matter of a few minutes of him working on you. you were clenching around his finger so tight he had to rub your thighs and beg you to relax so he could slip it out.

“did so good darling. i love you.” he praised “and i love you.” kissing your cunt one last time. he worshipped it.

he settled on top of you, nestling his face on your lower stomach, nose fitting right into your belly button.

“could fall asleep again right here.” he mumbled, his face all squished from the position.

“me too. it’s still early, a couple more hours won’t hurt.” you said as you were brushing his hair from his face, wanting to get a good look at his tiny pout, only to realise he’d already fallen asleep, or so you thought. he let out a little sound of satisfaction as you told him you love him too, but that might’ve been subconscious, he could fall asleep really quickly, you were jealous of that.

though you didn’t mind looking at his angelic face for a little while longer.

a/n: i really like this one, it’s like most of the stuff i’ve been thinking about obsessively combined in one place

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[ampropeller]

Santa Baby

some christmas fun with your husband after the kids go to sleep

warnings: husband!dad!alex, fluff, smut, piv, roleplay (kinda?), body insecurity (a bit)

word count: 2.3k

it was the first christmas you would be spending alone as a family and it was already a big mess. your two kids had been going crazy for the last few days about how they can’t wait to see santa, to meet him. and you couldn’t break it to them that santa wasn’t real, obviously, they were still little.

but it was too late to hire someone to come dressed as santa, it was already christmas eve. the only solution you could come up with was for your husband to dress as santa. he was reluctant at first saying they would know it’s him but you begged him and he agreed, eventually. he spent god knows how long until he finally found an open store that had a costume and he was getting a bit excited now, couldn’t wait to see how the little ones’ faces would light up.

your house was decorated like one you’d see in movies. you were a sucker for christmas and loved to place all the lights all over the house and this time the babies were old enough to participate in decorating the christmas tree. alex wasn’t the biggest fan, but he loved seeing you all happy from those silly things, and his heart was full with joy watching the little angels you two created, your family finally complete. well, maybe not fully, you continued to beg him to get a cat but he was putting it off saying he’s ’allergic’. liar. you know he’ll cave soon enough.

so time for santa to come was here, you brought the kids to the living room and they went nuts saying they can’t believe santa’s there for them and that he’s real. you were struggling so much not to laugh at alex all dressed up with the cheapest looking white beard on his face and a pillow stuffed under that to make it all the more accurate, even though he had a bit of a belly himself, being off from touring left a mark on his body, the once lean stomach he had now soft and squishy. he got insecure about it sometimes, but you assured him that you don’t mind it at all, making sure to tell him you fucking love it. it was so nice to lie on him and feel him so plump.

it went down perfectly after all, your heart melting as you watched him try to change his voice to make fantasy come true. they did ask where daddy was but you fooled them saying he was tired and already asleep, waiting till the morning to open santa’s gifts. and they were too young to question it. they agreed on opening the presents in the morning with daddy there as well, but they were happy they met santa.

soon enough they grew tired and you put them to bed, reading a little christmas bedtime story, and you caught them dozing off after only a few minutes, before they could hear the end of it. you gave them both a kiss goodnight and went downstairs to your husband to spend the rest of the evening together.

he’d removed the pillow from under his top and taken off the fake beard, but now he was scratching his face desperately.

“al stop it!” you told him off.

“what?!” he questioned, looking annoyed and irritated.

“you’ll give yourself an ugly rash if you keep scratching like that.” you said to him, not wanting to hear him complain about the marks later.

“it’s fucking itchy. ‘s your fault for making me do this.” he complained, pointing at his costume, but you knew he didn’t truly mean it.

“shut up. i know you loved it.”

“of course i did. just because i love the kids” he confessed “and you” he added, making sure you know it. “come here baby” calling out for you and putting his hand out for you to grab, and once you did he quickly pulled you onto his lap, taking you by surprise with how eager he was to hold you. and he grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him.

“now, why don’t you tell santa…have you been a good girl?” he said in a low tone, leaning down to kiss you softly, but quickly deepening it by grabbing your jaw and angling better towards him so he could slip his tongue into your mouth, dancing with yours in perfect sync. his mood was now vastly different to how he just acted a few minutes before.

“alexxx, what’s gotten into you?” you giggled as he started kissing down your neck, his own stubble ticking you and his hands slipped under your pyjama shirt, rubbing up and down your side.

“you won’t get a present if you’re not a good girl, answer me.” he pushed, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck, loving having you so close, taking in your scent. he said it was even better than the baby skin scent that you both got addicted to aftee having your first little one.

“yes, i was indeed a good girl this year, don’t you know it already?” you played into the little game he started.

“i don’t in fact. and i don’t believe you. why don’t you prove yourself?” you knew what he was getting at, you could feel him growing hard under you even through that thick costume. you moved so you get into a position where you could feel him better, and you started grinding your ass into his growing erection, evoking a grunt from him.

“good girls don’t tease” he warned, grabbing your face again, slapping it playfully a few times, very soft.

you moved, got up in front of him and stripped, taking off your clothes in the most seductive way you could, although you were wearing some christmas patterned pyjamas, and it was a bit silly. but you tried your best and knew he still loved you and would take you regardless of what you were wearing. you turned around so your back was facing him and you put your ass out, wiggling it for him and looking at him over your shoulder, smirking once you noticed the tent in his pants.

“i said no teasing baby.” he grabbed you by your hips and pushed you down on him again. he was fully hard, you could feel him perfectly as your bare cunt was rubbing on his dick over his pants.

by now you yourself were aching for it, wet in anticipation, and you knew those pants were already ruined by your juices dripping onto them.

he started grinding his hips and one of his hands went to play with your breast, kneading it in his palm and pinching your nipple every now and then.

roles have switched, he was now teasing you by also bringing his hand down between your legs, his fingers ghosting over your wet pussy, and he started by gathering the arousal from your hole, bringing it up to your clit and rubbing gentle circles that were simply not enough. you were whining and in painful need for more.

“please alex…need you.” you cried out

“what do you need darling?” fucking hell. he was going to make you beg for it, his fingers teasing your hole now, only the very tips slipping in and you moaned as he bit down on your neck, in that spot that made you go crazy for him.

“you baby please. your girl needs your cock now.”

“my girl mhmm…that’s right.” he hummed, pleased with how much you grew to need him so quickly. “then you better be a good girl and take it nice and deep, yeah?”

“yes, i promise.” you said before he even got a chance to finish his sentence, so eager. you needed him right now.

he moved his hand from your breast, snaking it around your waist to hold you tight in place, his other one leaving your pussy. he slipped it between your bodies, going under you, grabbing your ass and lifting you up just a bit so he could push his pants down, together with his underwear, leaving them to fall down to his ankles and rest there, not bothering to slip them off completely with his feet.

he took a hold of his hard cock, brushing the aching tip with his thumb, spreading the precum gathered there down his length, pumping himself a few times before lining it up with your entrance. he played with you once more, holding you so tight that you couldn’t just sink down on him, teasing your empty hole by pushing in just the tip, wanting to hear you beg for it again.

“al fuck me already, this is torture.” you complained to him, you needed him so fucking bad.

“ask nicely…how a truly good girl would say it.”

“santa baby, please fuck me now, please i need you inside me-“

before you could continue to beg him further, and you would’ve, he took a hold of your hips and lowered you down on his cock, both of you moaning in sink at the way it felt. you because of how good he felt finally being inside you, and him because of how your perfect hole took him in, moulded to him, forever just for him.

you started to grind on him, rolling your hips, loving the way he filled you up, but apparently it wasn’t enough for him. he held you by the hips again and started bucking his hips up, and you met his thrust by moving with him. he was so desperate, grunts leaving his throat continuously, combining in a lovely way with your own moans and whimpers. and god how much did the sound of his belly slapping your ass with each one of his hard thrusts turn you on and drive you crazy for him.

but he suddenly stopped and grunted as if defeated and disappointed, and you didn’t know what happened.

“what’s wrong alex?” you questioned, genuinely confused.

“‘s not deep enough. not like it used to, my big fucking belly’s in the way.” he complained, and you looked back at him over your shoulder only to see his face adorned by that little pout he does. he was like a kid mad at his parents cause he couldn’t eat candy before bed. you couldn’t help but laugh softly at how truly sad he looked.

“alex your belly’s so fucking hot stop complaining and fuck me.” you said to him, it hurt you to see him upset over that, but right now you really needed him to fuck you. “is it not good for you?”

“no, it is, but i was worried about you…’s not like it used to, do you even like it?”

“oh baby…you fuck me so good and i love your belly, i’m not just saying it please believe me now” you assured him.

“okay love, fuck you good right?” he seemed back into it, leaving his insecurities out of it for now.

“mhm, so good, you always do” you continued.

he started fucking into you again, this time slow and as deep as he could, he knew you loved it slow and honestly he was tired, the thick costume making him feel too hot.

it was absolutely delicious like that, how you would feel his plump fat head rubbing inside and hitting that spot that made you see stars just perfectly, despite what he said about it ‘not being deep enough’. he was just stupid.

his hand on your waist went to your mouth momentarily. “spit on ‘em baby, get them nice and wet.” he demanded, and you complied instantly, lowering your head to suck on the fingers he put up first, rubbing your tongue along them, tasting yourself from earlier. he slipped them out and you spit on them like he asked. he licked his lips and bit down on the bottom one as he felt your spit running down his fingers. he then brought them back down to rub your clit again, circling it just perfectly, your spit making them slip around just right on the sensitive nub.

you were so close, so was he, you could tell from how he was panting heavily as he continued to fuck into you, biting down on your naked shoulder harshly, making you hiss from the pain but the pleasure drowned it out, far greater than the temporary burn on your skin.

the moment his fingers pushed on your clit just right and he hit that spot deep inside you at the same time was it for you. you came all over his cock and he continued to push you through your orgasm, not giving up his movements on your clit, though his hips were faltering from how you were squeezing his cock so tightly. he fell apart not long after, your still sensitive and pulsating pussy milking him as he came, his warm cum deep inside you filling you up, coating and soothing your used hole.

he laid back on the chair, trying desperately to catch his breath, and you collapsed over him instantly, too fucked out to hold yourself up, his now softening cock still buried inside you.

“wait a second honey, just-“ he pushed you off him so he could take the dumb costume top off once and for all. “don’t know why the fuck i kept that on.” he laughed.

“well, now i can say i fucked santa, right?” you joked, pressing your back against his bare chest, loving the soft sweaty skin sticking to your back.

“that’s right baby” kissing the side of your face and rubbing his face against yours.

“it tickles stop ittt.” you tried to squirm away from his stubbly face but he hugged you tight so you couldn’t get away.

“i love you fucking so much, my girl…my wife…still can’t believe how lucky i got” he confessed.

“i love you forevermore.”

a/n: merry christmas i guess! i literally wrote this impulsively at the christmas family dinner…yeah. enjoy!

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @whitepontiac @ohladymoon @rentsturner

[ampropeller]

To The First Girl Who Lit Him A Flame (Part 2)

alex returns the favour with your help

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), it gets sticky, nothing crazy there’s quite a lot of fluff too

word count: 4.2k

your head was pounding by the time you got home, who would’ve thought the night would end up with you sucking off alex turner in the bathroom? you were smiling to yourself thinking back to it as you threw yourself on the soft bed in your room. your eyes were closing and as you were about to fall asleep your phone chimed and all the tiredness dissipated when you saw it was alex texting you.

you two made sure to exchange phone numbers by the time you had to go home, and even though it was already late you ended up texting till the morning, both equally excited for later that day.

you said your ‘good nights’ somewhere around 6am and you immediately fell asleep.

things couldn’t be more different for alex on the other hand. he was lying in his bed with his arms crossed behind his head and he kept staring at the ceiling, overthinking and already panicking. why did he invite you over? well, because he liked you of course, but he didn’t know how any of this worked, didn’t know what he was supposed to do. he thought about telling one of the guys and asking for some advice but they weren’t any better, they were still virgins as well and didn’t have any experience with girls, as far as he knew.

he was about to embarrass himself in front of the girl he liked and ruin all of his chances of this going anywhere, he thought. at some point he rolled over and straight up screamed into his pillow. this was happening regardless, no way to back out now. it wasn’t like he didn’t want it, he was just stressing out. and so he forced himself to at least get a couple of hours of sleep so he wouldn’t be completely knackered by the time you came around.

when he woke up he popped out to the store to get some snacks and drinks or whatever. on his way back home though he passed a pharmacy and stopped in his way. should he buy condoms? would he need them? how far did you think tonight would go? was he ready for that? he decided to get some just in case, better prepared than not.

he started pacing around the house, stressing once more, but he busied himself by cleaning up and tidying his room so it would look nice. he was snapped out of his little bubble by one of your texts.

“you never gave me your address al”

“yeah sorry i forgot i guess, but don’t worry about it, i’m picking you up, you live near royal on columbia right?”

“yes xx see you there?”

“definitely, 5?

“perfect”

by picking you up he meant see you there and walk together to his house. he didn’t have a car yet, still shared it with his mum and his parents were away with it.

he just waited for the time to pass, had a shower and tried to make himself look as good as possible.

in the meantime, you were bursting with excitement. you didn’t think you’d ever end up going to his house and for that reason out of everything, but you liked him, he was really nice and sweet and you didn’t see how anything could go bad. you did your makeup and all that and decided to wear your matching black lingerie set for him, to make it all the more special. you popped on a little miniskirt and sweater number, it was still quite cold and you wanted to be comfy at the same time.

it was about 10 to 5 when you spotted him outside. he was pacing on the spot, hoping he was in the right place. so you didn’t leave him waiting for any longer, grabbed your bag and went to meet him.

you grabbed him by the shoulders from behind but he was wearing his earphones so he didn’t hear you coming up behind him and you scared the shit out of his already hyper self, making him jump.

“sorry alex didn’t mean to scare ya”

“it’s alright” he giggled while wrapping the wires around his phone and stuffing them in his pocket “you look really nice y/n. very pretty indeed” that last part wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, it was more him thinking to himself but the words came out anyway.

“thank you” you murmured, hugging his side and squeezing his waist a tiny bit as you two started walking to his.

it didn’t take that long, he lived just a few blocks away and you were too into the conversation to even notice how time slipped and you were already at his front door.

“make yourself at home” he told you, but he felt anxious again “what are we uhm…what do you wanna do?”

“why don’t we just watch a film for now?” you suggested, thinking it would be easier to just hang out and get him more relaxed first.

“drink?”

“yes please, thank youuu” getting louder towards the end for him to hear you as he was walking towards the kitchen behind you.

he stayed in there for quite a while, you were starting to get a bit worried honestly. you went in to check on him and he was just standing there, leaning over the edge of the counter holding it by the edge and staring at the drinks in front of him.

“you alright al?” he didn’t say anything so you messed with the hair at the back of his head “hey”

“yeah i’m fine just…popcorn?” he was panicking.

“yes” you agreed, kissing him on the cheek. he couldn’t help but smile and he got all blushy, but you let him do his thing, staying close by.

when he raised his arms to get the bowl and everything else from the cupboard his fitted long sleeve climbed up as well, exposing his waist and his hips where his jeans didn’t quite cover his underwear, leaving the waistband visible. you bit your lip thinking about how you’d get to touch that later.

the two of you settled on the sofa and fought over what movie to put on until you came to an agreement. he was sitting close to you, but not close enough, and he didn’t know how or when to initiate anything so you took the first step and cuddled up closer to him, which encouraged him to wrap his arm around your shoulder, followed by you resting your head in the crook of his neck. in his mind he was going crazy and he hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating to the point he felt it was going to burst out from his chest. of course you did, but you weren’t going to mention it.

you just couldn’t wait any longer. feeling him so close, right there within your reach, you couldn’t help yourself. you pressed a kiss to his neck, immediately feeling him tense up as he straightened his back. but as you kept leaving little kisses to his soft skin he started to melt into you, and even though you could hardly hear it due to how quiet it was, you felt a moan vibrating in his throat against your lips. He turned slightly to face you better, and he looked at you for a few seconds before asking

“can i kiss you?”

“how could i say no silly?” you replied, forcing yourself to not just grab him already, leaving him to do it. and he did, he leaned down and your lips were together again, and it was just as perfect as it had been that first time. your hands quickly found their way into his hair, making a mess of it, again, pulling on some pieces to get him to make all those pretty sounds that were like music to your ears. he got some more confidence and nudged you to get on his lap, and you happily complied, moving to sit on him. you pulled his head back by his hair to expose that big neck with so much space, just ready to be adorned with marks. although it took all the strength he had in him, he pulled you away.

“i said i would return the favour, let me.”

he followed in your steps, doing just as you had been doing to him, kissing your neck, leaving little bites all the way from behind your ear, down to your collarbone, holding the neck of your sweater pulled down with one of his fingers, so he could have proper access. you were so turned on, like you’ve never ever been in your life. you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was exactly, he wasn’t giving you anything you haven’t received before. maybe it was just him.

“wanna take it to your room then?”

“yes…mhmmm” he trailed off, mumbling something else you couldn’t make out, his face was still buried between your sweater and your neck, getting covered by your hair falling over it. he picked you up as his lips connected back to yours and started walking backwards to the staircase. he wasn’t quite so shy anymore, his hands finding their place on your ass, grabbing at it and going under your skirt, touching you directly over your skin. you’d decided to not wear any tights, despite it being cool out, you knew they’d be painfully in the way of your activities.

the moment got cut off however when alex fell on his ass on the stairs, bringing you down with him, of course. you both burst out laughing and it was addicting, the way his whole face lit up and that little scrunch of his nose ugh.

it didn’t stop you for long. his lips found yours once more, picking you back up and getting you two, safely, to his room, where he laid you down on his bed and crawled over you, both adjusting more to the middle so you could sit comfortably. he kept kissing your neck, feeling your body carefully, stopping when his hand was almost touching your breast to ask “is this okay?”. you nodded, aching for him. you could feel the arousal pooling in between your legs already as he started kneading one of your breasts over your top, if you weren’t wearing black there’d for sure be a wet patch visible.

“please alex” you said in a breathy tone, the air feeling heavy around you from how worked up you got. “can i?” you asked, fingers hooking at the bottom of his shirt, pulling on it slightly to show him you wanted it off, now.

“yeah” with his approval, you didn’t waste anymore time, bringing the top over his head and taking a second to admire his bare torso. so delicate. “can i take yours off?”

“thought you would never ask” you joked “please.”

he took off your sweater, leaving you in just your bra and your skirt that’s been riding up, resting all bunched up at the top of your thighs. his eyes trailed over your body, flicking between both breasts, he couldn’t believe his luck, that this was happening and it was real. he started kissing you again, slowly going down your body, caressing the sides with his big hands, his fingers dragging across your skin making it break out in goosebumps and tingles.

“i need you, touch me, please” you were getting desperate, would start begging if he didn’t attend to you soon enough.

he didn’t stop in his way this time. he sneaked his hands under your waist to raise you up so he could pull down your skirt. he continued by placing kisses to the newly exposed skin, down the insides of your thighs, getting closer to where you needed him the most. he hovered over your clothed pussy for a second, his breaths hitting it, making your need for him grow, until he finally left a kiss over it, his nose accidentally nudging just the perfect spot.

“please alex”

“uh…okay, okay” he said nervously now that he would actually have to get on with it. he pulled down your panties and you pushed them off from where they bunched up at your ankles, landing somewhere on the floor but you paid no mind to it now, too focused on him. his breath hitched in his throat and his dick twitched in his pants when he laid his eyes on the sight in front of him. “just a second” he pleaded, getting up to take off his jeans that had his growing erection strained. he just couldn’t stand them anymore. you took that as your queue to also take off your bra, leaving you completely bare under his watch. he sat on his knees, in between your parted ones, inviting and begging him to touch you. he snaked his arm around one of your legs and rested his face against it. he was just stalling, not knowing how exactly to start, what he should do, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“what should i, you know…could you guide me through it so it’s good for you?”

you brought your own hand in between your legs and started touching yourself, running your fingers through your lips, gathering some of the wetness and bringing it to your clit, stopping to give him some pointers.

“right here. see?” moaning quietly from how needy you felt, and to rile him up more.

“yeah” his response barely audible from how entranced he was while watching you touch yourself.

“alex” you called out, to get him to focus properly.

“mhm?”

“your turn now.”

“oh. uhm…okay, alright”

he lowered his hand where yours just was and he used two of his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, exploring all of this carefully, as it was his first time ever experiencing it. he started by playing around with your clit, just like you showed him, and he got the hang of it, applying the perfect amount of pressure, slowly getting you there, the tension of it all making you hornier and you knew it wouldn’t take that long, even with his inexperience. you tried not to watch him too intensely, so he could relax, but those little glances you’d catch of him all focused were delightful.

he pleasantly surprised you when you noticed him scooting down on the bed so his mouth could reach your pussy, attaching his lips to your clit, where he previously played with his fingers, and you gasped as you felt his tongue poking out to lick it. he went lower to lap at all the wetness that kept pooling down there.

“you taste so good. fucking delightful” you couldn’t help but get a bit amused by his dirty talk, not that it was bad, you just weren’t used to it. the guy that wouldn’t risk getting too close to you on the sofa earlier was now complimenting how your pussy tasted. you could get used to it though.

your thoughts were interrupted when a loud moan, almost a cry, escaped your lips as you felt one of his fingers enter you, while he kept teasing your clit with his tongue. god his fingers were so long. You could feel every ridge of his knuckles as he pumped it in and out of your dripping cunt, so wet, just for him.

“more” and he obliged, instantly adding another finger and you already felt full, full of him.

“does that feel good?” he was enjoying it as well, by now he started subconsciously rutting his hips into the mattress, dying for some friction, anything to fix the aching hard on he had.

“yes, oh my god, how are you this good” you asked, more to yourself, not really expecting an answer, but this was all too good. maybe you were just too horny, but you didn’t think so. he was doing a really good job. and that was because while he kept going at it, he watched out for how your body responded to each one of his moves, keeping in mind what seemed to make you feel the best, like when he curled his fingers and you tightened your grip on the sheets, or when he touched your clit just right with his tongue and he could feel your thighs closing around his head.

you were so close, just needed a little bit more, so you started playing with your nipples, pinching them lightly, but he quickly noticed and took over one of them with his free hand, rolling it between his fingers just like he would do to himself when he was wanking, he loved how the double stimulation felt, and it was particularly pleasurable for him, so he thought the same would work for you. and it did. he kept hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his mouth. god. he switched between sucking that little sensitive bud between his lips and licking it and he found a delicious rhythm and position that made you bring your legs over his shoulders, wrapping around him and trapping him in there so he wouldn’t dare move, your hand flying to his hair, getting all tangled up, pushing him deeper into your heat. he was also moaning and making little whimper sounds. although muffled by his face being all up in your pussy, doing god’s work, you could feel them against your skin, the vibrations giving you all the more pleasure.

everything was just too much, you came apart beneath alex, saying his name over and over, mumbling praises for how amazing he was and how fucking good he was making you feel. it was one of the best orgarms you’d ever had, not even joking. no one had been able to make you cum like that, that good, except yourself, but that was different. was he sure he didn’t do this before because goddamn. you came all over his face and fingers until you pulled him away, becoming way too much. he pulled his fingers out and before he could do anything else you leaned over and grabbed him by the wrist, taking them in your mouth, cleaning them up, humming in pleasure as you tasted yourself and his jaw was on the floor as he was watching you. you did taste good, he wasn’t wrong. you then grabbed his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, pulling his body back up over yours and you felt him hard against you, his erection rubbing over the inside of your thighs through his tight boxers. you brought your hand down to feel him and he bit his lip to suppress the moan he was about to let out as you squeezed his hard cock.

“do you wanna, you know…?” you asked him.

“fuck” he let out as you kept touching him, the pressure feeling delicious.

“yeah, that” you giggled, you knew that wasn’t what he was trying to say by ‘fuck’, but once you realised how it came out right after your question, you couldn’t help yourself.

“no i meant-” you cut him off before he would start overexplaining and getting all stressed again.

“i know baby”

‘baby’, he liked how that sounded from you.

“i don’t think uhmm…if you don’t mind, i just, i don’t think i’m quite ready for that yet, if that’s okay? ‘m sorry”

“don’t apologise al, it’s more than okay, do you wanna maybe try something else, so you can…so we can fix this” squeezing him a bit tighter as you said that.

“like what?”

you flipped the pair of you over so you were on top of him now, sitting on top of his thighs.

“can i take these off?” referring to his underwear, your fingers toying with the waistband.

“mhm…yeah, yes.”

you pushed them down, not bothering to pull them all the way off, they wouldn’t be in the way. his cock was painfully hard, resting on top of his lower tummy now. you went to sit a bit higher up, your pussy rubbing over his length for a split second, making you shiver, still sensitive, as you positioned yourself over him. he was getting nervous as to what you were planning on doing. you rested your body over his, your chests pressing together. his hips automatically bucked up as you left a wet kiss to his neck, and his cock rubbed in between your bodies. and it felt so good. it wasn’t that far from actually fucking, but to him it was different, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it right now, he was still a bit scared. but this was good. you could hear him grunting quietly as he kept moving to get that friction.

“i was thinking of finishing you with my hand.” you said before nipping his earlobe with your teeth, making him moan louder now.

“mmno, this is…good, so good…”

“keep going baby, make yourself feel good”

this was something new to you, and it was so fucking hot. you weren’t getting much stimulation from this, if any, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bring you pleasure, seeing him under you, his face all scrunched and his eyes squeezed shut as he was desperately working to get his release. and also you being the reason he’s this worked up in the first place, eating you out making him get this weak.

you pushed more of your weight down on him, and to help him get there you started rolling your hips slightly, in sync with his moves.

the added pressure, and everything else, from your rocking over him, to the lingering touches and breaths on his neck, and your praises and encouragements, did the trick.

he stalled his movements and you could feel his warm release as he came in between your bodies, coating his belly and yours.

you rolled off from him when he was done so he could get some space to breathe, watching his blissed expression as he was panting and his chest was rising up and down rapidly. as soon as he came down from that lovely high he pulled you back to his side and kissed your temple, grabbing your waist to pull you closer but he winced as you accidentally touched his now soft cock with your leg.

“sorry”

“‘s all good” he assured you. one of his hands went to rest on his stomach but he was reminded of the dirty mess he made when he felt his sticky cum on his palm.

“we should clean up, i’ll just be a sec”

he got up and pulled his boxers back on, going to grab some wipes for the both of you. he insisted on cleaning you up as well, saying it’s his mess to clean. adorable. he gave you one of his tshirts and once you were all done he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. the truth was he just needed a moment alone to freak out now. was this real? did that just happen? he was the happiest boy in the world in his mind, except for one thing. he hoped you wouldn’t blow him off completely because you didn’t fuck.

that wasn’t even a concern for you, it wouldn’t make you change your mind about him at all.

when he got back he had a shirt on as well, and a new pair of boxers. he jumped over you on the bed and hugged you close to him, peppering your face in the kisses you were now accustomed to, and you could get used to then happening more often, you were weak for him, completely whipped at this point. even though you’d only known each other for basically two days, you couldn’t think of just forgetting about this and pretending none of it happened.

“thank you” he hummed, his face now buried in the crook of your neck as he stayed on top of you like a little fluffy bear. “and ‘m sorry we didn’t, you know…”

“you don’t have anything to apologise for alex” you reassured, your hands playing with his hair. “that was honestly so fucking hot” making him laugh against you.

“okay”

you were happy that he agreed. and it wasn’t a lie just to get him to feel better. that was truly so hot to you and you didn’t mind it at all, he’d already given you a great orgasm. you guessed playing guitar does have its advantages, cause those fingers did a spectacular job for being his first time ever doing that to a girl.

you stayed like that for a while, cuddled up with him on top of you. he even fell asleep not short after you’d ended talking about that film you were watching earlier. the weight was comfortable. he was like a cat of some sorts, you could barely feel him but it was bringing you that comforting warm feel, his breathing like a kitten’s purring.

a/n: IT’S HEREEE, i really wasn’t expecting so many people to like the first one, i hope you’ll like this too, and i’m sorry they didn’t fuck for real but i had this in mind and i just needed to get it out there. it’s 5am as i’m posting, i tried to check it but the words started to look like a big blob from how long i’ve been staring at it, so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes. also i decided to keep the same title so it would be easier to find, in case i end up doing a part 3 if you really want it. AND if anyone cares, the title is a play off one of the lyrics from the song ‘From Me, the Moon’ by Lav (apple music / spotify)

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @whitepontiac

[ampropeller]

Knee Socks

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: AM makes a music video for Knee Socks and your playing Alex's lover in it, then things get heated between you two after filming.

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving)

word count: 2342

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You parked your car in the designated spot for you, nervous for what you were about to do, couldn't believe that Arctic Monkeys had hired you to play Alex's ‘secret lover’ in their new music video, Knee Socks.

You mentally prepared yourself before you got out of your car and walked to the set that you would be filming on. When you got there you were greeted by the director, hair and makeup artist, and costume designer, not any members yet though. You introduced yourself to them even though they already knew your name. Then, the hair and makeup artist took you to a trailer to get you ready. They styled your hair to perfection, and put on light, or natural, makeup. Then, it was time to get your clothes on.

You walked over to another trailer and were greeted by the costume designer once again. She handed you a sky blue Lacoste that was most definitely not your size, black lace panties, and white knee socks. How fitting for the song.

They pointed you to a small dressing room where you changed and admired yourself in the mirror, never knowing that you would look this amazing with the outfit on. You exited the changing room and asked the costume designer where you needed to go next.

They told you that you needed to go to the set which they gladly led you to. It was a nice small suburban house, not to different from the one you grew up in. You saw the director and walked over to him to find out what you needed to do.

"Alright, so, you're going to be inside the house for all of the video. And near the end of it, Alex is going to knock on the door and pick you up and carry you inside," he said.

"Okay, anything else?" You asked. He was quick to reply, asking you if you were okay with smoking and doing a more 'scantily clad' thing. To which you replied yes. He then pointed you to a person that would tell you how to move, kind of like choreographer.

She started explaining what all you needed to do such as swaying your hips 'seductively' and that you would have to pretend to be on the phone with someone. Though, you still wanted to know what the director meant by "doing a more 'scantily clad' thing."

"Do you happen to know what the director meant by doing a scantily clad thing?" You questioned her. She took a moment to try and get a sense of what she was going to say to you. "Oh, well, what he meant is - actually, follow me and I'll explain it," she answered, bringing you into the bedroom in the house. You sat on the bed waiting for her to explain it to you.

"Okay, now, I'm assuming you know what fingering is," she said, sitting down on the bed as well. You nodded and waited for her to continue. "Well, you don't need to actually do that, you just need to make it look like you're doing it. So, just watch what I do, okay," she added.

Once again you nodded, watching her as she just put her hand between her legs. You mimicked her motion and then she stopped.

"That wasn't so hard," you said, standing up along with her and walking out of the room to be greeted by the director again.

"Are you ready to begin filming?" He asked. "Yes," you replied. They quickly finished setting things up and got ready to start. You were slightly nervous, excited nonetheless, but you still hadn't met Alex which made you nervous. You are playing his love interest so it would've made sense for you to meet him beforehand, or at least one of the other members, like Nick or Jamie.

Then, you began filming. It was fairly easy to do, you had shared off your nerves from earlier and became quite confident in what you were doing, you even did the scantily part effortlessly. Then, it came time to do the final part of the video, the thing that brought your nerves back.

You waited for the knock on the door which queued you to open the door and jump into his arms. Then, knock. You opened the door and saw Alex stood there in a black pair of trousers and a white button-up. His hair slicked back, his quiff absolutely perfect. Then, without warning, he grabbed the underside of your thighs and picked you up.

He stepped forward allowing himself inside the house and shut the door, then the scene was done.

He put you down, looking you up and down with his big, brown doe eyes. "You okay?" He asked, taking a small step backwards away from you.

"Yes," you replied, amazed by how hot he looked.

"Alright, and we are officially done for the day," the director said. You and Alex walked out of the 'house' and you started to walk away, going to change back into your normal clothes, wanting to cover yourself up just a bit more. Then as you started to head in that direction, Alex grabbed you by your wrist. You turned around to face him, to find out what he wanted.

"Uh, um, I know we just met, but w-would you like to come back to me trailer, and hang out with me there?" He asked, not removing his eyes from yours. You didn't even have to think twice, saying yes almost instantly. I mean, how could you turn down an invitation to hang out with Alex Turner in his trailer?

He smiled and led you to his trailer. You got there and he walked in first, gesturing you to come in as well. You looked around once you got in, it wasn't big by any means, but it was quaint, it was meant for one person after all.

You sat down on the very small couch. "You want anything? Coffee? Tea? Something to eat?" He questioned.

"No thanks. I'm good," you replied. He nodded and sat down beside you, even though he was sat very close to you. There was a small amount of awkward silence for a few minutes. It wasn't because you didn't like him, it was just that you didn't know what to say.

After a while though, Alex broke the silence, "You look really pretty in that," he said, gesturing to your ensemble that you had on. You hadn't really noticed or cared that you were in it until now. Colour started to creep into your cheeks.

"Thank you, Alex," you said, not looking at him even though you could tell that he was looking you up and down. "Really, I mean it," he responded. You finally looked up at him and you both locked eyes. He leaned in and kissed you. It was passionate and needy, yet soft and gentle at the same time. Your lips moved in rhythm with his.

He pulled away and started kissing down your neck, sucking and nipping at it. Your hands found their way into his hair, messing it up. He pulled away from your neck and looked you straight in the eyes.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, tugging lightly on your skyblue Lacoste. "Yes," you said. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. You lifted your arms as he started to lift up your shirt, throwing it to the floor. He didn't have the patience to fiddle with the clasps on your bra, so instead he pulled the cups down, allowing your tits to spill over the strapless bra.

He wasted no time before leaning his head down, sucking one of your nipples in his mouth, his other hand squeezing and fondling with the other one. Your moans and whimpers filled the room.

He lifted his head from your breasts and moved away from you slightly, pulling you to be full laid down on the couch. You propped yourself on your elbows, wondering what he was doing. He crawled back on you, kissing your lips softly, then your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, and right above where you wanted him, the ache between your legs suddenly growing immensely.

"A-Alex, please," you begged. He looked up at you, starring you down with his big, chocolate brown eyes. "Tell me want you want, baby," he said.

"Please, touch me," you said. He smirked, sitting up and shuffling back. You were confused at first, then you knew what he was doing when he slid your panties down your legs until you could kick them off, kissing up your thighs, coming closer to where you needed him most.

All of a sudden, he spread your legs and buried his face in between them. His tongue lapping at your folds, teasing your clit. Your moans the only thing that you both could hear, your hands finding their way into his hair again, slightly pulling on it, causing him to let out a small moan, sending vibrations up your body. He moved from your clit and folds to your cunt, sticking his tongue in you, fucking you with it. His nose lightly grazing against your clit, driving you crazy. He removed his tongue from your cunt, replacing it with two of his long slender fingers. His mouth returned to your clit and folds, lapping at them in sync with his fingers that were pumping in and out of you. Suddenly, he curled his fingers deep inside of you and pressed down harshly on your clit with his tongue at the same time, which sent you spiraling. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your high.

Once you came down from your high, Alex removed his fingers from you, making you whimper at the emptiness they left. He sat up, straddling your hips.

You sat up, helping him take off his shirt as well as unclasping your bra, throwing it down as well. He stood up and took of his trousers. He pulled his long, thick cock out of his boxers. He sat back over you, kissing you passionately. You moved your hand down to lightly stroke his cock, causing him to moan into your mouth. He sat up again, pushing away your hand, tugging on his cock.

The head of his cock began teasing your folds, spreading the wetness. "P-please, Alex, please," you said, breathing heavily.

"What, love?" He teased. You rolled your hips, desperate for some friction, even if it was the smallest amount. To hold you still, he grabbed your hips, not allowing you the friction you so desperately craved.

"You want me cock inside you?" He smirked. You nodded eagerly. "Beg for it, love," he said, still teasing your folds with his cock.

"God, Alex, please. I need your cock inside me. Please," you begged, doing what he wanted. "That's it," he said, lining himself up with your entrance.

Without warning he snapped his hips forward, slipping inside of you easily. He gave you time to adjust to his size before moving.

Once you signaled him to move, he slid almost all the way out of you only to slip all the way back in, setting a pace. Your eyes closed after a few thrusts, moaning loudly. Alex noticed that your eyes had shut and suddenly stopped moving, making you open your eyes.

You looked up at him confused. "Eyes on me, baby," he said. You nodded and he started thrusting in and out of you again, going faster than the first time.

His thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing circles on it in sync with his thrusts. Then Alex heard people outside his trailer, you on the other hand, didn't. He quickly moved his hand from your clit to your mouth to quiet you.

Someone knocked on the door and asked, "Al, you in there?"

"Uh, y-yeah, Matt," he responded, trying to catch his breath. "Okay, well, have you seen your lover," he joked, but still being serious. "We can't find her anywhere but her car is still here, so have you?"

"Umm, no, no I haven't. Hope you find her though," Alex said, his voice cracking mid sentence. "Okay, let us know if you see her or tell her that we're looking for her," Matt replied.

"I will," Alex said as Matt walked away. "Okay, now where were we," Alex asked, regaining his confidence, removing his hand to go back to your clit to rub circles. He started thrusting I and out of you again, but this time he was rougher and faster with them.

His pace kept increasing, your moans getting louder and louder. You began to not care about them even though you were very close to being caught. As his pace gradually increased, you began getting closer to the edge, your orgasm building quickly.

"Alex, I-I'm close," you panted. "Me too, love," he replied. His thrusts became sloppier indicating that what he said about being close was true.

Three more thrusts.

One. Two. Three.

He pressed down on your clit which tipped you over the edge. He wasn't far behind you, taking only a few more thrusts before his hot release coated your walls, riding out both of your highs.

Once you both calmed down, Alex collapsed on top of your chest. "Wow, you really are amazing," you said. "Am I? You weren't to bad yourself," he smirked, kissing all the way up your chest to your lips. Just then, Matt entered the trailer. "Al, you sure you haven't seen-" you paused.

Then, you woke up, Alex right beside you. You sat up, then noticing Alex shuffle and wake up.

"Mm, baby, what's wrong?" He questioned.

"Nothing, just woke up from dream," you answered.

"What were your dream about?" He asked, now curious.

"Well, it was a naughty dream ... with you," you said slyly. Alex shuffled closer to you, kissing up your neck, "Tell me more and maybe I'll make your dream come true, love."

[ampropeller]

To The First Girl Who Lit Him A Flame

you give fetus al his first blowjob

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), alcohol, idk that’s pretty much it

word count: 3.6k

you were never into big parties, instead you preferred just hanging out with your closest ones and getting drunk, making fools of yourselves. but your friends insisted you needed to come tonight. apparently one of the guys from school had an empty house and decided to let everyone in, no matter if he knew them or not.

so that’s how you found yourself in his kitchen pouring yourself another drink of some sort, mainly just vodka to be fair. if you’re here and there are free drinks might as well make the most of it. the house was loud, people everywhere, some you haven’t ever seen.

after you fixed yourself that drink you decided to look for your friends but they were nowhere to be found. not in the back garden, not in the house, not one of them. that made you nervous. you didn’t like talking to people you didn’t know that well. so you just went back to the small kitchen and luckily nobody was in there. you just slumped down on the floor, sitting against one of the cabinets, downing what you had in that cup, honestly wishing you didn’t come here at all. and your luck of being alone soon ran out because you heard some steps getting closer and eventually the door opened and you cursed to yourself.

it was alex. alex turner. you don’t know him that well really. he’s a year younger than you so friend groups didn’t overlap much. but you’ve always thought he was cute. you’ve both been going to the same school for some years so you’ve seen him around, you know he’s only been getting cuter and cuter as time went by. the fact that he could play guitar made him even more of a catch.

he was talking to someone as he entered the room but when he looked around and saw you on the floor his face went a bit red. he was very shy, but the alcohol gave him a bit more courage to be able to talk to you.

“hi y/n, you doing alright?” he was scratching his head, his shaggy hair getting all messed, sticking up in places.

“yep, just lost my friends, you?”

“fine, wanted to grab a beer, you want a drink? your cup’s empty.” he’s had the biggest crush on you for ages and this was his chance. tonight or never.

“oh, uhm…yeah, sure, whatever you’re having”

ugh, why are you talking like that, you think to yourself, getting all nervous around him. this is the most you two have ever talked. you shouldn’t be nervous, you were pretty tipsy at this point, drinking usually made you feel more at ease in times like this, so why was he making you feel like that? he seemed a bit nervous too. you brushed it off as just being because of the whole situation, being left alone and being pretty much strangers stuck at this party. well, you felt stuck, don’t know about him, he seemed in pretty good spirits though.

he grabbed two beers from the fridge and cracked them open. he leaned down to you so you could take it, and your fingers brushed against his for a second, sending shivers through your body. you got stuck for a moment, hand out to the bottle but not actually grabbing it from him. that’s until he snapped you out of it by asking “mind if i stay?” with a stupid cute smile on his face.

you shook your head, letting him know it’s alright. you weren’t going to kick him out anyway, not like it was your house. you patted the space on the floor next to you and he sat down as well, spreading his legs out in front of him and crossing them.

the two of you got talking, he was actually really nice, and smarter than you’d expect, especially considering he was younger than you. a year isn’t much but usually guys were dumber, except he wasn’t. he had his way with words and the way he gestured with his hands while he talked, and how he would do it all with a smile on his face. you didn’t realise it but you zoned out and just kept staring at him.

“you’re really pretty”

did you just say that out loud?

“is that right?” he said, turning away from you, focusing on the pattern of the tiles to calm himself down. was this really happening? he didn’t want to be cocky with the way he blurted out that response, just surprised you said that. he didn’t consider himself pretty, not really.

you already said it, no way to take it back, so you brought your hand up to his hair and started messing it up with your fingers. it was really soft.

“you are.”

“you’re really pretty too” smiling to himself as he said it, and after saying that he looked back at you, his eyes flicking in between yours and your lips, as if trying to decide if he should go for it or not. but he did. he grabbed you by the jaw softly, guiding your face towards his, and he kissed you. once your lips touched you couldn’t help yourself. you brought him even closer to you, your hand still in his hair, pulling slightly on it. your tongue soon poked at his lips, begging to taste him, and he complied, deepening the kiss filled with the bitterness of beer and whatever mix of liquor you’d both been consuming, but it was also sweet. he was sweet.

you intertwined one of your legs with his own, and he guided you to sit on his lap. you put your hands on his face, holding him in place as if he was going to run away. you couldn’t let that happen, not now. his hands found their place on your hips, barely touching you, like he was scared of doing something wrong. so you took the lead and moved them to your ass. you broke the mess of a makeout session you were having to say “you can touch me you know?” moving your lips to his neck, leaving a chaste kiss there. as you did that you felt his hands squeeze your ass over your jeans. god they were huge. but he quickly stopped himself. “it’s alright alex, i like it”. he was so nervous, you felt it.

you also felt him starting to get hard under you as you kept leaving wet kisses on his neck and playing the hair at the back of his head. you bit down on the sensitive skin, not too hard, just a bit, you were getting horny as well. his hips bucked at that and he immediately raised his hands to his face to cover up.

“sorry, fuck, i didn’t mean to do that, ‘m so sorry”. you put your hands over his own and pushed them to the sides to reveal his face. he was so red, his lips puffy and shiny from the remnants of the lipgloss you were wearing. you probably looked just about the same.

“don’t be sorry. it’s okay”

you pushed yourself down on him, grinding slowly. the pressure from his erection digging through his jeans making the seam of your own rub against your pussy in just the perfect spot felt delicious. though you kinda wish you’d worn a skirt so you could feel him directly through your underwear.

your moment got interrupted when some guys walked into the room. you paid no attention to them, didn’t care who they were or the fact that they just walked in on you straddling alex’s lap. they were too drunk to remember it in the morning anyway.

you got up from his lap and put your hand out to help him up from the floor. you smirked to yourself when you saw how he tried so hard to cover his hard on.

“come on.” you said to him, leading him to the bathroom down the hall.

thank god it was free.

you pushed him inside the room and quickly locked the door behind you. maybe you were a bit too eager cause when you locked him in between your arms you made him hit his head against the door. nothing that couldn’t be fixed with another kiss, through which you could feel him smile. his lips felt so soft against your own, and he kissed you perfectly, not too much tongue, perfect. it’s like you fit together just right and this was meant to be, as cliché as it sounds.

you put one of your legs between his and raised it slightly, rubbing your thigh against his crotch, making a whimper find its way out from his mouth, going straight to your core.

“pretty boy makes pretty sounds as well” the moan he was about to let out was stopped however by you biting his bottom lip.

you slipped one of your hands in between your bodies to palm him over his jeans. he was rock hard at this point, his pants stretched to the limit.

“fuuuck y/n” the way he said your name, his voice trembling…god. you were soaked. you applied more pressure, squeezing his bulge. he was about to cum in his pants just then just from that so he stopped you, his voice all breathy and broken by his panting.

“wait, wait, please”

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing…it’s just that…uhmmm…” he was struggling to get his words out, not knowing how you would take what he was about to say.

“what is it? tell me” you didn’t know if he didn’t want to go through with it or what.

“it’s just…i’ve never…you know…”

really? alex turner, the guy in a band that the girls in school were all talking about? that wasn’t a turn off for you at all though, just made it even more exciting. you weren’t some sex guru either. you’d only been with one guy before.

he thought he ruined everything just then “fuck my life, i shouldn’t have said that” looking up, not having the courage to look you in the eye and see your reaction.

you wanted to reassure him so he wouldn’t go all shy on you, so you started playing with his hair again, he seemed to like that.

“what’s the furthest you’ve gone?” you asked, genuinely curious as to what he meant by ‘never’.

“well umm…this i guess, right now, us”

“that’s alright alex” you kissed him again, to show him you meant what you said. “do you want us to stop?”

“only if you want to stop” he was the sweetest thing ever.

“well, i don’t”

you kissed him again, for some reason knowing you would be the first to touch him was turning you on so much, you wanted to make this good for him. your kisses trailed down to his jaw, and lower, down his neck, and to his collarbone. when you got there he moaned. looks like you found his sweet spot. you stayed there and left a small love bite, hearing his sweet little noises as you did so. your hand went back to his raging erection, you could feel a slight wet patch already. he was so horny and on the edge he leaked through his jeans.

“can i go down on you?” you asked, your lips still against his skin, the hot breaths that escaped while you talked making him shiver.

“yes please”

‘please’. he’s got manners, this little one.

“you’re cute” you bet he’ll be even cuter with his cock in your mouth. soon enough.

he never had a chance to respond because you slipped your hand under the waistband of his jeans and palmed him again, this time over just his underwear, making him gasp out loud.

soaked. and big. he felt bigger than you’d expect from what he looked like. he had quite a small frame, guess all those other inches went somewhere else.

you got down on your knees and were about to unzip his jeans but you stopped for a sec when you felt his thighs trembling and noticed his hands were shaking. he had them against his stomach, lifting up his shirt slightly, not knowing what to do with them.

“everything okay alex?” you asked, looking up at him and you saw how he looked almost scared, his plump lips parted and his eyes wide watching you.

“just nervous” he mumbled.

“no need to be, i’ll make it good for you, i promise”

“i don’t doubt that” he giggled, making you giggle as well “it’s okay, you can…uhm…you can go on. if you want to, of course”

“i do alex, stop worrying about it” you reassured him, leaving a kiss on the side of the exposed skin of his lower belly, and then another one on the light trail of hair right down the centre leading down from his belly button, your breaths tickling him making another soft whimper escape his mouth.

you finally unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, followed by his underwear, which was stained by a big wet patch.

ginormous would be an understatement to describe him once his dick was free and you saw it all, in all its beauty. as the cold air hit it you saw it twitch. the head was poking, fat and throbbing from how hard he was, still oozing precum, almost dripping but you caught it as you wrapped your hand around him and spread the drops threatening to fall from his slit with your thumb, all over his tip and then down his length. he hissed as you stroked him and pulled at his skin with each of your downstrokes.

you didn’t even give that many blowjobs to your last boyfriend, it wasn’t that fun for you, but now? you had to have alex’s cock in your mouth right then and there.

you were nervous too, you weren’t an expert at this either but you wanted to make it good for him and the alcohol helped you get more confident.

you licked a stripe along the underside of his cock, from the bottom all the way to his tip, and he hissed once more as you wrapped your lips around him and started stimulating him with your tongue, circling it around his head, the salty taste spreading around your mouth. it took all the power he had in him to not cum instantly. you started bobbing your head up and down his cock, at the same time stroking him with one of your hands around the rest you couldn’t quite fit into your mouth just yet. you hollowed your cheeks and slowly started taking more of him. one of his hands found its way to your hair, not controlling your movements, more just looking for a place to steady himself. when you looked up at him you noticed his other other hand went to his mouth and he was biting down on his fingers to stop himself from making too much noise. also to stop himself from coming too soon, not wanting to embarrass himself by lasting 2 seconds. but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into you and hitting the back of your throat, making you instantly gag around him and you pulled back for air.

“i’m so sorry fuck did i hurt you?” you could see the pure panic on his face.

“you didn’t al” you continued to stroke him with your hand and rubbed his thigh softly with your other “you’re just very big, i need to get used to it, i’ve never had anyone this big”

“oh, okay, sorry” he was still a bit concerned.

you can’t help but smile, he was adorable.

“did you just apologise for having a big dick?” you snapped him out of his bubble, making him chuckle. “and let me hear all those noises you got please, i reckon no one’s sober enough to care out there, music’s loud anyway”

“okay” he said but immediately turned into a groan as you took him back into your mouth.

his sounds only got louder and louder as you continued to suck him off, pretty moans and whimpers letting you know you’re doing good.

“fuckkk y/n i’m not gonna last long” as he said that you flattened your tongue, making more space for his thick cock to sink down your hole. your throat had time to get used to it by now, so you were gonna try your best to take him all. you prepared yourself by pulling off once more and taking a deep breath before going down on him again. you were about to gag once his tip brushed the back of your throat but you continued to breathe through your nose until you got it all to sink in.

“oh fuck” he groaned, his voice strained. “that feels so g- good” he couldn’t even get his words out straight, you felt too good, all those new sensations he was experiencing for the first time lighting his whole body on fire. he could feel his heart beating erratically and his breathing was all over the place.

meanwhile you just focused on your breathing, trying not to gag around him with his cock tickling your throat and the hair at the bottom of where your nose was touching him tickling you at the same time.

“i’m- gonna- fuck i’m gonna cum soon” he managed to get those words out before pulling you back by the hair so he wouldn’t shoot his load down your throat, not knowing if that would be okay with you.

manners. cute and considerate. he’s got it all , doesn’t he? oh, and a pretty dick.

“you can cum in my mouth if you want. do you want that?” you asked as you kept stroking him with your hand, not wanting to let the feeling get lost and ruin his quickly approaching orgasm. he just gave you a quiet ‘mhmm’. you wanted to push his limits a little bit.

“how bad do you want it?” you teased while flicking your tongue along his slit, making it even harder for him to say something.

“so bad ughhh please. please let me cum in your mouth.”

you took him in once more, tightly wrapping your lips around him and to push him even further you brought one of your hands and lightly squeezed his balls, pushing him over the edge instantly. his cum started shooting down your throat as you kept your eyes on him, wanting to see his face as he experienced his first orgasm from this, his first from something else other than his own fist.

he couldn’t make himself watch you in return, as much as he would’ve wanted to, he just couldn’t. it was too much, his head was thrown back, eyes rolling so far back only a sliver of white could be seen, and his mouth wide open but no sounds were leaving it, all getting stuck in his throat from the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. it was so different from anything else he’s ever experienced, not just from the fact that it’s someone’s throat instead of a hand, but because it’s you out of all people, the girl he’s had a crush on for god knows how long was giving him his first blowjob.

he came so much, and it’s not that it tasted bad necessarily, it was better than what you’ve had before, but it was a lot and it was getting stuck in the back of your throat. you felt like you were going to gag if you didn’t pull back so you did, leaving the last few spurts to land on your lips and down your chin. you tried to swallow it but you couldn’t bring yourself to, it was tickling too much so you quickly turned to the toilet that was nearby and spit it out.

you turned back to him, barely holding himself up on his legs, his softening cock resting down one of his thighs. he took a few deep breaths to calm down and tucked himself back into his boxers. you helped him do up his jeans and before you had the chance to get up he got down next to you instead.

he wiped the rest of his cum that was left on your chin and wiped it down on his pants, they were messed up regardless so it didn’t matter anymore. he pressed his forehead against yours, his hair sweaty and sticking to you and he murmured a warm ‘thank you’ followed by a sweet kiss on your lips, and another one on your cheek, and another one, until it felt like he covered your entire face in his little sweet kisses and you scrunched up your face at his show of affection.

“you’re adorable alex” you giggled as you pressed a kiss to his nose as well.

“no, you are.” giving you one last kiss on your lips. “can i return the favour? you were amazing…i wanna make you feel good too. i mean uhm i don’t know what to do exactly but you could teach me.”

tempting.

but you decided against that right now, the sink wasn’t the type you could sit on and you weren’t too keen on laying down on those tiles, you knees were killing you from them.

“maybe another time?” you suggested.

“do you want another time?” he asked genuinely.

“yes, definitely” you said, getting your hands all up in his hair again, fixing the mess of a mop on top of his head for him.

“alright. i’m alone tomorrow night if you wanna come over.”

“eager now, aren’t we?” you joked “yeah, i’d like that, tomorrow.”

“tomorrow.”

a/n: i’m a whore for baby alex and basically everything i write is about sucking his dick lmao i think about it too much (way too much). hope you enjoy, it’s the expanded version of something i’ve had in my notes for months but i wrote half of it freezing my ass off at starbucks so soz if there are any typos.

[ampropeller]

quiet love- drabble

2007!alex turner x reader

taking care of sick alex (a bit) mostly fluff

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clicking the overhead light off, you made your way into the bedroom, which was dim and cozy, your lover already tucked into bed. alex’s bedside lamp was on, the bridge of his glasses drooping down his nose as he read through one of your favorite books.

your heart swelled at the sight. he glanced over at you when he noticed you’d entered the room, folding a page to mark his place in the book and setting it on the nightstand. “hey,” you spoke softly, handing him a cup of tea and shuffling under the covers.

he softly thanked you, voice broken and congested. you held the back of your hand to his cheek. “you look all flushed, you want another ibuprofen?” he shook his head. “i took one a bit ago, hasn’t kicked in yet.”

you frowned, feeling sorry that he was so sick. “alright, anything i can do for you?”

alex took his reading glasses off, setting them in the case. “just stay with me,” he croaked. you nodded, scratching his scalp softly, fingertips carding through the short brown hair. “one last thing,” you smiled, quickly hopping up and making your way to the record player, popping in a sinatra vinyl and fiddling with the volume knob so it wasn’t too loud.

he smiled softly, eyes glassy with fever. you scrambled back into bed, propping your neck up on the pillows and positioning so that you were holding him, his head resting on your chest. your hands were a bit cold, but they felt nice on his feverish forehead. you leaned down, kissing the top of his head. “tired?” you asked.

alex made a soft little “mhm” sound and turned so that he was lying on his front, pressed against you with his arms wrapped around your middle. smiling softly at him, you ran your fingers through his hair. he nudged his nose into your collarbone, sighing sweetly.

your kitten jumped up onto the bed, startling you a bit. she pranced atop the pillows, nuzzling herself around your neck and winding her face through the strands of your hair. alex watched, chuckling softly. “she’s like me if i was a cat,” he mumbled. you giggled. “yeah, how so?”

“cause i would do exactly that.” he nodded at how she was purring into your neck, her tail brushing your hair. you smiled at him, cradling his face in your hands, caressing his cheekbone softly with your thumb.

“i love you.”

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[ampropeller]

Ok guys, I've been thinking about this...

*English is not my first language*

"Love, I really have to finish checking these documents," your husband said as you sat on his lap.

It was another Friday night, Alex had come home early from work, you decided to make dinner for the two of you, you savoured the pasta you'd made with some wine, just as things were about to get hotter, your husband received a call recruiting him to the office, the five minutes he'd promised you turned into an hour. You were itching to have your man to yourself again, for God's sake. You walked through the office door wearing nothing but his shirt and a plate of cake in your hands. You looked at the sofa but decided to sit in one of the best places in the world for you. His lap.

"What's wrong with that?" You pouted "I just don't want to feel alone while you work, let me stay, okay?" you asked, giving him a kiss on the nose, and he smiled.

"All right, but be good, okay?" You nodded as you took a bite of the cake on your plate "When I've finished we'll go upstairs and I'll make it up to you"

He went back to checking the papers, you ate your cake, there was no sound in the room except for you savouring the chocolate cake, your sounds and sighs from the cake made him a little uncomfortable, everything was making the room fucking hot, you sitting on him, dressed only in his dress shirt, which was extremely large and went down to his thighs, the sounds you made from savouring the cake. He didn't know if he was going to have enough concentration and self-control to check all the documents with you so dangerously close to him.

Things got worse when you started rubbing yourself unashamedly against his thigh.

"You just came here for my dick, didn't you?" He asked when he began to feel you rubbing yourself purposefully against his thigh. At that point he told all the work to fuck off. Focussing only on you. "I told you to behave yourself"

"Alex, please, I need you now" You whimpered, starting to kiss the neck still covered by his shirt.

"Don't be such a desperate whore, my love" He straightened her on his legs "I told you to wait but since you can't spend much time having my dick fill your needy pussy, you came to rub against me like a little bitch" Alex entangled his hands in your hair, making you look into his eyes that were dark with obvious lust.

The man lifted the shirt you were wearing, exposing your bare ass, with no panties underneath, as he predicted. Girl, you were in trouble.

"No panties, huh?" He placed his hand on her uncovered ass, squeezing it "you cheeky little bitch" He slapped it, eliciting a moan from you

"Alex, I need you, now, please" You moaned for him, starting to open the top buttons of your shirt, as he captured your lips in a wild kiss. He stood up with you on his lap, placing your body on top of the masa, not caring about anything that was there. In one movement he took off the shirt you were wearing, leaving you completely naked, at his mercy.

You helped him get rid of his clothes, leaving him naked, his cock pressing into your bodies as you kissed passionately and savagely. His hands roamed his body, squeezing and leaving marks everywhere, marks that would take a while to come off and that he would love to see on his body when he looked. You are his and always will be. He began rubbing your sensitive clit, drawing moans from you that were like music to your ears. "As much as I love eating you out, you decided to make things complicated for yourself, darling. Turn around" He spoke with such authority in his tone that you quickly turned your back to him, he placed your body down on top of the table, leaving your ass in the air. Grabbing a handful of his hair, he began to thrust deep into you, both of you moaning in pleasure "Fuck, holy shit" You heard him. “Al…please, please, Alex” You begged and he slapped your ass hard again with punishment, digging his nails into it. "Shut the fuck up" He demanded.

"More," you asked, moaning wildly at him. He accelerated his thrusts, her arse hitting him again and again, their sweaty bodies, loud moans that could be heard, but neither of them were worried about it. "Al, Al, Al, Alex," you moaned his name over and over, as if it were your most devout prayer. He pulled you to him, with your back against his chest, slowed down his thrusts, his hand found your neck and wrapped around it as he increased his thrusts again, making you see stars when you closed your eyes. Your breasts swayed with his movements, he grabbed one of them and squeezed, playing with the needy nipple. You felt your whole body tremble with excitement.

His left hand tangled in your hair, pulling it, while his right hand was firm on your neck. His mouth was open in an 'O', you dug your nails into the table, he was fucking you as hard and fast as possible, he was insane. You didn't complain about the brute force he was putting into pulling your hair, on the contrary, you moaned ecstatically. "look how you are? you can't even speak, I'll only let you go when my cum is deep inside that tight pussy, that's what you wanted, my cock deep inside you" He sped up his movements and you moaned with difficulty, because of his hand on your neck, you felt like you wouldn't last long, you're going to cum.

"Oh, I-I'm goi-ing " you said with some difficulty. “cum for me, love, cum” he said, releasing your neck and placing chaste kisses on the spot he pressed, your face was red, as was your neck. "Al-lex, I-I..." There wasn't even time for you to finish the sentence, you were cumming. Your body shook and your legs felt weak. His hands ran down his body, holding on tight while he was still inside you chasing his own orgasm. He came inside you and in your ass, leaving you full of him and painted with his cum. He continued holding his body as he pulled out of you. You were a mess, your lips were red matching your neck which was also marked by his fingers.

"baby? are you still here?" He lightly patted your cheek, you were breathing deeply, with your eyes closed, your body was weak, your pussy was still pulsing and you felt Alex's cum inside you, your legs were wobbly and you felt high. You just murmured in response to him, you didn't even have the strength to speak and show how good it was. "We'd better go to the bedroom, huh?" He picked you up "Let's take a shower and go to bed, baby" He sealed your lips. He left the office, taking you sleepily to the bathroom.

I hope this was good for the first one I post here :) Did you like it? let me know.

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new photos of our shadow puppies!

The Last Shadow Puppets, Liverpool Philharmonic Hall, 2008 📸 Mark McNulty

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Word count: 2033

The Car Alex x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get bored at The Grammys and decide to tease Alex, it goes a bit too far and he puts you in your place...

Warnings: Swearing, slight exhibitionism, pet names (doll, darling, baby, princess), Dom!Alex, Sub!reader, Hard to soft dom, degrading, a bit of bdsm, multiple orgasms, Hickeys/bruising, Oral F!receiving, a bit of aftercare not much tho. porn with a plot.

A/N: FIRST POST!!! who's clapping rn?? anyway this is literally so dirty and filthy and unholy. I really pushed my limits here. enjoy!

He was pissed. You had given him a hard-on right before he had to make a speech that will be on the internet forever. But it's not your fault The Grammys are a fucking bore, you had to entertain yourself somehow.

You started off with the classic dropping something and slowly bending over to pick it up. Alex eyed you, taking in how great your ass looked in a short, skin-tight red dress. This wasn't enough though. You needed to do more. So, when you went to sit, you pulled your dress down so far that your tits were spilling out over the top of it. Alex immediately kept his eyes locked on them. After a couple of minutes of him staring you asked "Are you okay baby?" acting all innocent, as if you didn't know exactly what was running through his mind. "Yeah, perfect" he elongated the 'er' and didn't even look up to your eyes. It was clear he wasn't talking about himself.

You decided to go back to watching the awards like normal, but every once in a while you did something very subtle like biting or licking your lips, or fluttering your lashes when talking to Alex. You knew this did something to him because he placed his hand on your thigh and started tracing circles on it. Then you decided to go all in. You leaned in close to Alex's ear, letting him feel your hot breath on his skin as you whispered "Can I sit on your lap?" You tried to sound as innocent as possible so he didn't think you were up to something. "Alright darling" He sat back in his chair as you placed yourself on him.

You sat there peacefully for a little while as you loved the feeling of his arm wrapped around you and the sweet-nothings he would whisper in your ear. You then started shifting in his lap and you felt his grip on you tighten and he spoke firmly "Stop." You turned your head to look at him and said with a smile "What? I'm just getting comfortable." You turned away, shifting a small bit more, feeling him harden him under you, until suddenly you felt his grip tighten so hard it could leave bruises and you heard his voice dangerously close to your ear "You know what you're doing baby. Stop it before i bend you over this table and fuck you in front of all these p-" He was cutoff by the announcement of the bands category. "Shit. If we win and I have to fuckin' go up there like this, I swear to god you're gonna be in so much trouble"

You gulped, not sure if you were wishing for them to win or not. "And the Best Alternative Music Album is..." Your heart was pounding as the announcer opened up the envelope, it felt like she was purposely taking forever. You subconsciously held your breath as she began to read out the name "The Car, Arctic Monkeys!" All the lads gasped and you gave Alex a kiss as you stood up off him. As he walked onto the stage he shot you a dark look.

Honestly you didn't listen to Alex's speech because you were too preoccupied thinking about what he was going to do to you when you got home, and soon you were gonna find out because the second he got back to your table he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out to the car. "Alex what the fuck? I'm pretty sure you're supposed to stay??" You were panicking a bit 'cause you knew people were going to talk about how you guys abruptly left. Alex didn't care though, at least you don't think he cared.

He didn't speak the throughout the entire car ride home despite you questioning why he did that and if he was really THAT mad. When you finally got home and you stepped inside, Alex immediately spun you around and leaned down to whisper in your ear "Go upstairs, get naked and kneel on the bed, I'll be up in a few minutes." You took a deep breath and began walking up the stairs. All you could think about is how quite literally fucked you're gonna be.

You got to your room, threw all your clothes on the floor and knelt on the bed. You heard Alex rummaging downstairs and then the sound of metal clanging against each other followed by his footsteps coming up the stairs. You got nervous when you saw his figure step into the doorway, leaning against it for a moment before taking off his blazer and neatly folding it on the dresser. Then you saw them. All ball gag and some handcuffs. Your eyes widened as Alex began approaching you. "What did you think you were doing?" There was venom in his voice that made you feel helpless. "Al, I'm sor-" "Don't fucking speak. You wanna act like a slut you're gonna get fucked like one" He grabbed your head, put on the gag and lifted up your chin between his pointer and thumb. "Now I'll be able to hear pretty noises, but won't have to listen to your stupid excuses" His words went straight to your core. As much as you hate to admit it, this turned you on so much.

He rolled up his sleeves and sat down on the bed next to you. You couldn't help but admire him, his veiny arms and how the veins plunges out when he grips onto things, his chest peaking out from under his dress-shirt and how he always has it shaved besides a single square and his hair, how it was somehow both messy and well groomed at the same time.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Alex spoke "Over my knee doll" You gush at the pet name and oblige. "If anything is too much just tap me twice." His voice was soft but you knew it wouldn't last long as you felt a smack against your ass, your entire body jerked and you let out a loud yelp. After another couple of slaps you feel tears welling in your eyes and you were drooling all over the sheets. "Look at you, you're fuckin' pathetic"

He gave your ass three more strikes before leaning down and speaking "Does it hurt darling?" You nod. "Aww, well thats what you get for being a little slut, you know you deserve this. Now stop crying, get up and lay, face down-ass up, hands behind your back." You whine but do as he says. You heart raced when you felt Alex's hands roughly grabbing yours and cuffing them. "What a fuckin' sight" he stepped back and folded his arms, taking in the view. You felt so exposed and at his mercy.

You heard the rattle of his belt and felt a dip in the bed. Your cunt was glistening from how wet you are "Jesus, You love getting punished, eh?" Alex swiped his finger through your wetness and places the finger in his mouth and sucked, tasting your juices "Fuckin' heavenly."

You back up your ass and whined trying to get his attention. "Don't be greedy darling, remember you place" He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his cock and began pumping it to the sight of you. "It's such a pity i don't see this everyday, You look so fucking good like this, my beautiful little whore" he groaned.

You felt his tip stroking your soaked folds. He stopped at your dripping hole, just holding it there until you whined. "Aw baby you want more? hm?" You whined again "Okay, I'll give you more" and with that he slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size he began thrusting into you hard. All you could do is moan and sob. "Too much too fast, princess? Well you asked for it" He growled "You know you like it. Listen to you, you sound like a little cumslut" He somehow sped up his thrusts and you screamed.

He slid his arm around up your chest and pulled you up so your back was against his chest. He watched your tits as they bounced with each thrust. He groaned and dipped his head down to your neck and began nipping and sucking on your neck. "Fuckin' mine. 'm gonna make sure everyone knows how much of a slut you are."

You were making the most hoarse noises and you were drooling all over yourself. "You close already, princess?" You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut. With that he pulled out. You whined at the loss of contact. Alex picked you up and laid you on your back. "Bad girls don't get to cum on cock. Now open your legs doll."

You spread your legs as far as you could and Alex dipped his head between them. He wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it, sending electricity throughout your entire body. He held down your hips as he sucked and licked your sensitive nub. You were sure you were gonna have hand-shaped bruises on your hips for days. He removed his mouth from you and inserted two long, calloused fingers into you. He curled and scissored them making you let out a load moan. He continued to finger you fast.

You couldn't take it much longer. Your hips bucked and your hole tightened around his fingers. You looked at Alex for permission to cum. "Go on darling, cum all over my fingers" and with that you let out a loud, high-pitched moan as you released Alex didn't stop though. He kept going and you screamed and cried from the stimulation and suddenly you felt that knot in your stomach tighten again. You cried trying to get away from his fingers. "Come on baby, cum for me again" and again your orgasm washed over you, ten times more intense than before. Alex slowed down his movements then removed his fingers from you.

He smiled as he brought his fingers up this his mouth and sucked off all your juices from his fingers. He then leant down and removed the gag from your mouth. "Can you do one more for me princess? You're doing so well." You sniffled and nodded "Okay.. Just one more." "Good girl, doing so well for me" He lined his cock up with your used hole and slowly thrusted into you. He gave you a second to adjust and the slowly pulled out and pushed back in again.

Unlike last time his thrusts were slow and soft but they were passionate and deep. He places his hands either side of your head, his hair was draped off his forehead and his face was inches away from yours. He caught your lips in a long, passionate kiss as his thrusts sped up slightly. " 'm close baby" he whispered after a couple of more thrusts you felt that knot in your stomach again. You squeezed around him to let him know you were close too. His thrusts became faster and sloppier and he chased his orgasm, you squeezed around him hard as you came all over him, this sent him over the edge and you felt his release deep inside you.

He rode out your orgasms, then collapsed next to you, removing himself from you. You felt empty and tired. Alex got up and unlocked the handcuffs and kissed you "I'm gonna get clean you up. Do you want anything baby?" You smiled "Water please" he walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel then got you a glass of water. He came back into the room, placed the glass of water on the bed-side table, then kneeled on the bed in front of you, he cleaned you and the sheets up then laid next to you and hugged you. "I love you baby, but please never embarrass me like that again" You giggled when you remembered what got you here "I love you too and I'm sorry for that"

And with that you laid in silence until you both fell asleep.

[ampropeller]

paris mornings

the car alex turner x reader

synopsis- morning sex with alex in a paris hotel room whilst on tour. no idea why specifically paris, just sounds delightful

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you squinted when you woke up, for sunlight had trickled through the sheer lace curtains, blinding your groggy eyes.

you closed your eyes again to bask in the feel of the morning sun, how its warmth danced across your skin ever so sweetly, the pearly light shimmering across your ruffled hair. rubbing your watery eyes, you turned over on your side to find alex sat up against the headboard next to you, his reading glasses perched upon his nose as he held a book in his hand. he looked adorable, strands of hair falling over his forehead while the back stuck out in different directions. rather than reading the book, he was looking at you.

“how long have you been watching me for?” you chuckled. the man shrugged. “ever since this book got boring.”

“and how long ago was that?”

“15 minutes or so.”

you rolled your eyes. he grinned, his caramel gaze shimmering with adoration as he pulled you in, pressing sweet kisses along your forehead and temple. “can’t help myself, you look so gorgeous in your sleep.” he put his book down, placing it on the nightstand along with his glasses.

his voice held a delicious morning rasp, accent ever so soothing as he cooed in your ear. you smiled, wrapping your arms around his head while he kissed your neck, leaving a sweet little bite every now and then.

he brought a hand up, warm palm massaging your breast through your thin t-shirt. you gasped a bit, caught off guard. he then rolled you over so he was now under you, his lips still attached to your neck, adorning you in marks.

you fisted his messy hair for balance, face practically falling into the pillow. he shuffled so his head lay on the pillow, grabbing your sides to pull you down, face to face with him. “christ.. good morning to you too.” you giggled.

smiling up at you, he cradled your face, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with the other hand. “sweet girl, you look so pretty…” his nose nudged into your cheek as he pulled you in for another kiss. he held your face, trailing his mouth over the corners of your lips. you blushed as he fully pressed the side of his face against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheek. he kissed your face where he could reach, his hand entangled in the mess of your hair.

once pulling away, he gazed at you for a bit, heartbeat thumping under yours as his curious hands traveling down your torso and under your shirt, palms warm against your skin. they traveled down your waist, tracing every curve as he maintained eye contact, noses pressed together.

alex hummed a bit when his fingertips found the hem of your underwear, his smirk ever so present as he traced the tiny powder pink bow that adorned the top, thumbs hooking into the sides of the fabric.

you buried your face into his neck as he pulled your panties off, discarding them onto the floor. the sensation of your bare cunt rubbing up against his boxers made you gasp, arousal dripping down your folds. a rather loud whimper escaped your lips when alex teasingly ran a finger through your folds, stroking your clit in tantalizingly slow circles.

he groaned in delight, bringing his gaze to yours as he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking and licking it clean. your lips parted as you watched him, nails digging into his chest. god, you wanted him so bad. the man smirked, bringing his fingers down to rub your clit once more.

“ah, fuck.” you squeezed your eyes shut, face falling onto his chest as you arched your hips up. he held your waist up with one hand, the other finger fucking you ever so slowly. you were a whimpering mess already, drool sticking to his shirt. “that’s a girl, atta girl,” he rasped over and over, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls gripping his fingers.

“such a good fucking girl yeah? just woke up and you’re taking my fingers so well hm?” you moaned and nodded, practically riding his fingers now with the way your hips met him on every thrust.

just as that warm, sweet pressure started to rise in your abdomen, he completely stopped, earning a desperate cry from you as he pulled his fingers out. stopping your complaining, he shoved his two damp fingers into your mouth, leaving you drooling all over them and onto his stomach from where his shirt rode up. “fucking hell,” he groaned, watching how you sucked and licked your own arousal off his fingers.

“you wanna sit on my face baby?” he kneaded your waist eagerly, wisps of hair falling over his lust blown eyes as he gazed up at you. the abruptness of his question caught you off guard but nevertheless you complied, a bit too excited.

you sat up, crawling over so your hips hovered over his face. a blush creeped across your cheeks from the vulnerability of it all, but it went away, for he truly made you feel so beautiful in the way he caressed your thighs, mumbling a quiet “pretty girl.”

you bit your lip, gasping loudly when he pulled your pussy down onto his lips, his tongue immediately melting against your folds. you almost lost your balance, having to grip onto the headboard for support. he was relentless, mouth in contact with your heat for a mere five seconds yet he was already eating you out like a starving man.

his slight stubble scratched the insides of your thighs but it didn’t bother you one bit. if anything, it turned you on even more. he lapped at your clit, tongue darting in your hole as deep as he could reach, eliciting some lusty moans from you. suddenly realizing you were in a hotel, with walls that probably weren’t soundproof, you covered your mouth, muffling those sweet sounds.

“alex alex alex,” you whimpered his name over and over again like your only prayer. he suckled your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and you returned your hand to your mouth once more, drool dripping down your fingers. you gasped, already close from how he’d teased you with his fingers earlier, that same desire starting to pool in your lower stomach once more, if not stronger this time.

desperate for release, you started riding his face, strands of his messy hair brushing against your stomach each time you moved your hips forward. alex moaned into your clit, still eagerly lapping at you, his arms keeping your thighs in place. “fuck fuck fuck,” you gasped, needing both hands to hold onto the headboard now, biting down onto the wood to muffle your yelps.

the boy sped up his movements, drooling and moaning all over your pussy. his nose brushed your clit ever so deliciously as he tongue fucked you, sending the white hot pressure reeling through you, leaving your thighs shaking.

you drooled all over the headboard, crying his name out with your mouth pressed against the wood. you rode his face through your orgasm, panting and groaning. he didn’t cease his movements, still lapping at your release when you came down, quickly moving your hips off of him.

he grabbed you and pulled you in next to him, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks. you looked at him, his nose and mouth all slick, cheeks and nose tinted a rosy pink. smiling up at him, you cradled his face and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, tasting yourself on his swollen lips.

“you’re too good,” you rasped. alex chuckled, his eyes all soft as he pressed his forehead against yours, rubbing your back soothingly. snaking your hand down his torso, you palmed his painfully hard cock through his boxers. the man hissed, grabbing your hand away, shaking his head.

“what about you? i wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. he chuckled, twisting a strand of your hair around his calloused fingertip.

“wanna take a shower with me?”

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10 minutes later and you were pressed up against the steamy ceramic tiles as alex kissed the fucking shit out of you. hot water trickled down his gold chain and onto his chest, making you wish you could envelop him like water. he looked absolutely gorgeous, brown eyes all shimmery and honey-like in the bright light that trickled through the glass panes of the shower door, water droplets sticking to his dark eyelashes, wet hair slicked back, his widows peak prominent.

you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up and pressed your back against the cold tiles, wrapping your legs around his waist. he attacked your neck with soft bites and kisses, his large palm kneading your breast as the other kept you up against the wall. you were a moaning mess, the running water drowning out your pretty sighs and gasps from the outside world.

his erection presses against your stomach as he kisses you, making you so cock drunk already. just the mere thought of him filling you up, fucking you so deep you’re sore for the next 24 hours turns you on to an impossible degree. eager, you angled your hips so you could rub your folds against his length, coating his dick in your arousal. alex groaned, gripping your thigh tighter. “fuck,” he mumbled, fisting his cock and running it up and down your folds, making you whimper and claw at his shoulders.

he chuckled, his voice deep and thick with desire. he pressed his lips against your cheek. “so eager hm? want daddy to fill you up now don’t you?” you whined, nodding and whispering a desperate “yes please.”

he smirked against your cheek, pressing his nose against the side of your face as he finally pushed into you, his thick cock stretching your tight walls. you grasped at his dark, wet hair, making him groan as he pumped into you so slowly, so sensually, making you feel every vein and ridge.

you cursed under your breath, throwing your head back against the tile and squeezing your eyes shut. you couldn’t see, but alex was smiling at you, his gaze shimmering with adoration. he buried his face in your neck as his hips met yours over and over, your pretty sighs and moans like music to his ears.

with nothing to hold onto besides slippery walls, you clung to your lover, hugging him close with your arms around his neck. “i love you,” he rasped, his tip nudging your g spot with every thrust of his hips. “i love you too,” you panted, nuzzling your face into his neck.

he moaned, damp hair falling over his eyes and sticking to your forehead as he sped up his pace, his hand resting on the wet tile for stability. you were close already, you couldn’t help it. the way he held you, the way you could practically feel him in your lower stomach, the way he cooed sweet nothings in your ear. “m’ gonna cum alex,” you whimpered into his ear.

“fuck,” he stuttered, close himself. “cum with me.” and with that, you let go, your thighs squeezing his waist as you came, clenching around him. you gripped him like a vice as he came inside you, fucking his hot cum deep into you. you hummed in delight, mind fogged with a thick layer of pleasure.

the white noise of the shower stream and the intensity of the orgasm left your mind clear, absolutely blissed out. alex pulled out of you, collapsing against the shower wall and pulling you in so you were curled up in his lap. once you begun to snap out of your dreamy state, you smiled up at alex, kissing his jaw.

the rest of your shower was delightful. you convinced alex to let you wash his hair with your vanilla shampoo and conditioner, soapy suds getting on your cheek when he kissed you. you two discussed the various fancy little teas your hotel provided like you were royalty about to have tea in your grand ‘tea hall’ as alex had called it.

once you were out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing the other plush towel and wrapping it around your body all snug. without warning, he picked you up bridal style and dropped you onto the bed. “i’ve got to go prepare the tea for m’lady.” he spoke in a posh accent, making you burst out laughing. alex smiled, scurrying over to the little kitchen area, trying his best to read the french tea titles.

you watched your lover boy in adoration, looking forward to what the rest of the day had in store.

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i dunno if i like this one or not 😵‍💫 whatever!! hope you guys enjoyed!! 💓

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hi guys, i'm kind of devastated by what happened at Taylor's concert yesterday. it was a complete disregard not to provide water for the fans knowing that Rio de Janeiro is going through an excessive heat wave, it's so sad to know that a person had to lose their life for something to be done about it. Taylor has postponed tonight's show, it's a horrible situation. Justice for the fan who lost her life, so that at the concert we can have the necessary assistance and that no other fan of any artist other than Taylor will have to go through this situation again.

[ampropeller]

Taylor Swift saying "Rio, welcome to The Eras Tour!" in Portuguese on November 17th, 2023 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (Night 1) - (x)

[ampropeller]

Woke up to a Brazilian fan dying BEFORE SHE ACTUALLY GOT TO SEE TAYLOR. BECAUSE OF THOSE DAMN STADIUM OWNERS NOT WILLING TO OPEN VENTS. NOT WILLING TO GIVE FANS WATER WHEN THERE'S LITERALLY A FUCKING HEAT WAVE IN BRAZIL.

It was also 60 degree C/140 F there, AND A THOUSAND PEOPLE FAINTED BECAUSE OF THE HIGH TEMPERATURE.

i hope the stadium owners get sued.

[ampropeller]

sticky keys

sub!alex (humbug) x soft!dom reader

based off of this request!! i loved this one, so i hope this lives up to it. enjoooy

(also i had no idea what to do for the title, so i just chose a lyric from my propeller and i think it’s a tiny bit stupid but it’ll do 🤷‍♀️)

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you sat your book down on the nightstand, absolutely exhausted. getting up, you clicked off the various lamps around the room, only leaving the small one on the nightstand on. the warm light cast a soft glow throughout the room, making you even more incredibly tired, evoking a sleepy yawn from you.

your gaze redirected to the door as you lay back down, smiling at alex now in his pjs. he quickly scrambled to your side, laying next to you. unlike you, he seemed much too energetic for the late hour. the boy leaned over, cradling your face with both of his hands. he kissed you fervently, surprising you a bit when he slid his warm tongue against yours.

he pulled away, and you were about to wish him a good night when his kisses traveled down your neck, becoming open mouthed and messy. his warm hand traveled underneath your shirt, grasping and massaging the skin at your waist. you tugged on his hair a bit so he would look at you. your heart fluttered a bit at how soft his brown eyes looked, seeming to twinkle in the lamp light.

“love, not tonight,” you told him, caressing his cheek with your hand. you knew he wanted you, and you felt bad for denying him, he looked so desperate, but you promised yourself you would make it up to him in the morning.

alex pouted. “please? i’ve been thinking about you all day momma,” he pleaded. you sighed, “i’m exhausted alex.” he frowned once more, hands still traveling under your shirt as he rested his face in between your breasts, gazing up at you with eager, adoring brown eyes.

“cmon sweetheart, lets go to sleep,” you tucked a stray hair behind his ear. he kissed your shoulder, leaving a little love bite. “it’ll be quick, please i’ll be so so good for you.” he practically pleaded.

you gazed at him for a bit, thinking while you ran your fingers through his long hair. “fine. use me as you like.” he looked confused, expecting you to ride him, he didn’t expect this. you raised your eyebrows. “cmon, it’s what you wanted wasn’t it?” he opened his mouth, about to speak when he decided it was for the better to stay quiet and do what he was told.

he quickly shuffled off of you. you let him take your panties off, lifting your hips to help him. he got up again, taking his clothes off with an adorable amount of eagerness.

you adjusted so you were fully laying down, closing your tired eyes for a moment before reopening them to see alex positioned atop your thighs. he wasn’t at all used to being on top, since you were usually the one in control.

giving his cock a few strokes, he positioned his tip at your entrance, pushing in each inch slowly and cautiously as to get you accustomed to his size. you let out a soft sigh whilst alex whimpered, now buried inside of you.

unsure of the position, he slowly bucked his hips forward, his hands falling to the mattress on either side of you. you spread your thighs wider to give him more room, holding his waist a bit as to help him maintain some balance.

gasping, the boy started pumping his cock in and out of you at a slow pace, dirty whimpers falling from his lips. “that’s it honey.” you flashed him a sleepy smile, brushing a lock out of his eyes. he moaned at your words, already noisy despite only being in you for a mere 15 seconds.

you hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the way he filled you up, how good it felt. you weren’t very wet to start with from the lack of foreplay, but now, obscene noises filled the air from your arousal, his small moans and sputters only making you wetter.

eventually, his pace quickened, breathy moans filling the air. you allowed yourself to lay there and relax, a soft moan escaping your mouth every now and then. alex struggled with the position, his arms growing weak, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

he reveled in how tight you were, how warm and wet you were around him. although he knew you were exhausted, he still wanted to make you feel good. you noticed how his eyes frequently darted to yours, how he made sure you were feeling good. “is that good momma?” he asked, needing your approval.

“so good baby,” you smiled. he was now desperately rutting into you, the tips of his long hair tickling your cheeks as he fell a bit, struggling to maintain balance. his arms were still splayed straight out on the mattress, supporting his whole weight. “you can put your forearms down, use your elbows aswell, it’ll be easier.” you instructed and he followed, still a bit clumsy in his motions.

he tried it for a while, but you could tell he still struggled to keep his hips at an even pace while trying not to collapse on you. “baby, cm’ere, give your arms a break.” you held him close so his chest was against yours, his face immediately nuzzling into your neck, tired arms wrapped around your middle. you found the position quite comforting with his weight on top of yours.

this was easier for alex as he felt more steady like this, moving his hips even faster. you let out a rather loud moan when his cock hit just the right spot, causing your back to arch slightly. “that’s it- fuck,” you whispered, one hand coming up to grasp at his hair.

alex continued to whimper into your hair, hands gripping your waist tightly. “good boy, fuck,” you stuttered, feeling your lower stomach begin to rise with pressure. alex angled his hips ever so perfectly on every thrust, his eyes watery as he glanced up at you every now and then. he whimpered practically straight into your ear, close himself.

your head fell back into the pillow, exhaustion tinting your eyes but your heart raced. alex sat up a bit again, using his forearms as support, his hair caging you in and brushing against your cheeks as his face hovered close to yours.

you pulled him in for a messy kiss as you came, moaning into his mouth, which triggered his own anticipated release, cum filling you to the brim. he whimpered and gasped all over your lips, riding you through your orgasm.

you panted, heart fluttering as you pulled the boy in, holding him close. you rubbed his back, his chest rising and falling, slowing as he started to catch his breath. once he calmed down a bit, he pulled out of you, wincing a bit. you turned over and clicked the lamp off, bathing the room in an inky darkness that soothed your tired mind.

alex immediately cuddled up to you again, wrapping an arm around your middle. you cradled his face with one hand, pressing soft kisses to his nose and cheeks. “you did so good honey, i love you,” you whispered, kissing his shoulder.

he hummed in delight, responding with a sleepy, ‘i love you too,’ and with that, you wished him a goodnight and finally closed your eyes, seeping into a peaceful slumber mere seconds later, holding your lover close the whole time.

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Pyjama Party (Alex Turner)

A/N: This has been requested- I hope it's to your liking <3

Words: 4,6K

Warnings: smut

You were a single mum with two wonderful kids, a boy and a girl. Your children meant the world to you, and you loved them more than anything else. You cherished the moments you spent with them, from their laughter to their bedtime stories.

Their dad was still in the picture, and he saw them every other weekend. Though your relationship had changed, you were glad that your kids had both parents involved in their lives. Co-parenting wasn't always easy, but you were determined to make it work for the sake of your children.

However, deep down, you couldn't help but have secret wishes for a partner. Someone who could share the joys and challenges of parenting with you. You longed for a companion who would understand your dreams, support you, and be there for you when the kids were with their dad. You often found yourself daydreaming about the possibility of finding love again.

But in the meantime, your primary focus remained on being the best mum you could be. Your kids were your world, and you wouldn't trade the moments you shared with them for anything in the world.

Alex was a friend of your sister's husband, and you often found yourselves crossing paths at dinner parties when your kids stayed at home. You couldn't help but notice the subtle flirtatious hints he dropped during these gatherings. His kindness and charm were impossible to ignore.

Whenever you spoke with Alex, there was an undeniable connection, and the two of you shared meaningful conversations that seemed to flow effortlessly. He was not only attentive but also genuinely interested in getting to know you better. His compliments were subtle, but they never failed to bring a warm smile to your face.

Though you had secretly wished for a partner, you were hesitant to let your guard down. After all, you were a dedicated mother, and your children were your top priority. But Alex's presence had a way of making you feel special, and you couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold when it came to matters of the heart.

Alex's persistent invitations to go out with him couldn't be ignored. He asked you out two or three times, each time with a charming smile and a hopeful look in his eyes. However, you found yourself hesitating.

Deep down, you knew that it wasn't the right time to introduce your children to someone new. They were still adjusting to the changes in their family, and you wanted to ensure their comfort and happiness. So, you made up excuses when you declined Alex's invitations, not wanting to reveal your true reason.

You appreciated his understanding and patience, but you needed to prioritize your kids' well-being and emotional stability before diving into a new relationship. It wasn't that you didn't like Alex or enjoy his company; you simply wanted to make sure you did what was best for your family before taking any further steps.

During another gathering, the topic of your children came up in the conversation, and someone asked how they were doing. Alex, who was seated nearby, picked up on the hint and joined in the discussion. He seemed genuinely interested in your kids, asking about their ages, their hobbies, and what they liked to do. His questions were thoughtful and showed a deep level of interest.

As you shared more about your children, you noticed that Alex's sincere concern and curiosity shone through. It became clear that he wasn't just trying to impress you but truly cared about your family. The conversation about your kids allowed you to see a different side of him, and you couldn't help but appreciate his sincerity.

Despite your reservations, you couldn't deny the connection you felt with Alex, and the way he honestly cared about your family was beginning to touch your heart.

As the evening came to a close, Alex gathered the courage to ask you out once more. This time, he did it with a warm and earnest smile. He said, "I've really enjoyed getting to know you, and I'd love to spend more time with you. Would you consider going out with me?"

After a moment of contemplation, you decided to take a chance. You appreciated Alex's interest in your family, but you still wanted to keep things simple and gradual. So, you agreed with a smile playing on your lips, "I'd like that, but let's keep it just the two of us for now. I'd love to meet you without the kids."

Alex nodded with understanding and agreed to your terms. It was a small step forward, and you both knew that you were moving cautiously, considering the importance of your children in your life. But, in that moment, you felt a glimmer of hope and excitement for what the future might hold with Alex.

On your first date, Alex took you to a charming Italian restaurant. The dimly lit atmosphere and delicious food set the perfect stage for your conversation. You found it easy to connect with him, sharing stories and laughter. You felt safe in his presence, and your connection grew stronger.

Your second date was at a local art gallery. Alex's passion for art was evident as he explained the significance of various pieces. Walking hand in hand, you engaged in deep conversations about the artwork and your personal interests. With every moment shared, you felt a growing sense of safety.

For your third date, Alex surprised you with a visit to a serene botanical garden. As you explored the lush landscapes together, you talked about your dreams and aspirations. With Alex, you felt an undeniable sense of comfort. The connection between you deepened, and it became clear that he was not just charming but genuinely caring.

In these first three dates, your connection with Alex blossomed, and you began to consider the possibility of a future with him. Feeling safe and comfortable in his presence, you started to open your heart to the idea of love once again, taking things at a pace that felt right for you.

Date number four consisted of Alex taking you both to a charming outdoor market. It was a sunny day, and you strolled hand in hand, exploring the various stalls. During this date, you noticed that Alex had become a bit more touchy and bolder with his compliments. His growing affection was evident, and it added a layer of excitement to your time together.

For the fifth date, Alex surprised you with a romantic picnic in a nearby park. As the sun set, you enjoyed a delightful meal under the open sky. Throughout the evening, he continued to be affectionate, and by the end of the date, he leaned in and kissed you. It was a sweet and heartfelt moment that marked the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship, as the two of you began to openly express your feelings for each other. Feeling your lips on his ignited something within you, it was exciting yet overwhelming. And with the way he kissed you, deep and meaningful, you melted in his arms, happily clinging onto his shirt for added support. After your first kiss, Alex had driven you home, and once you were inside the house, a text message appeared on your phone screen,

Why can’t I stop thinking about you? x

The message had hundreds of butterflies flutter nervously in your stomach, making you all giddy and excited like a teenager.

Sitting alone at home one evening, you couldn't help but contemplate the idea of introducing Alex to your children. The connection between you and him had deepened over the course of several dates, and it had now reached a point where you had to make a decision. You loved your kids more than anything, and their well-being was your top priority.

A part of you felt an overwhelming desire to share the happiness you had found with Alex with your children. You thought about the possibility of them bonding and forming a positive relationship with him. You imagined family outings, shared laughter, and the potential for a loving future together.

However, another part of you was filled with uncertainty and hesitation. You worried about how the introduction might affect your children, how they would react to having someone new in their lives.

The thought of introducing Alex was both exciting and nerve-wracking, leaving you torn between the desire to follow your heart and the responsibility of being a loving and protective parent.

After much contemplation, you finally made the decision to introduce Alex to your kids. With a sense of excitement and nervousness, you picked up your phone and texted him,

Would you like to join us at the park this weekend? x

Moments later, a cheerful response came from Alex, expressing his happiness and eagerness to spend time with you and your children. His enthusiasm was reassuring, and it filled you with a sense of hope and anticipation for this new chapter in your life. You realized that, with Alex by your side, you were taking a step toward building a future that included both your children and the possibility of love.

On a sunny weekend day, you, Alex, and your kids gathered at the park. The kids, a little shy at first, clung to your side, glancing cautiously at Alex. You sat down on a picnic blanket, feeling a mix of anticipation and a mother's protective instincts.

But Alex had a way of connecting with them that was truly heartwarming. He didn't rush or force anything; instead, he sat down on the grass nearby and started to draw with colourful chalk on the pavement. Your son and daughter, intrigued by the vibrant drawings, slowly inched closer.

With a welcoming smile, Alex handed your son a piece of chalk and invited him to join in. Your daughter, still a bit reserved, watched with fascination. As they started to draw alongside Alex, their initial shyness began to melt away.

Then, Alex noticed a nearby playground and suggested they all go on the swings and slides. Your children eagerly followed his lead, running to the playground with Alex close behind. You watched as he pushed them on the swings, and your son climbed the jungle gym while your daughter giggled from the slide.

Alex was so engaged and motivated in playing with them that they almost forgot you were there. It was a beautiful sight to see, and your heart warmed as you realized how well he was connecting with your kids. His patience and genuine interest made them feel comfortable and secure, and it was becoming clear that he was not only winning their hearts but yours as well.

As your enjoyable day at the park came to a close, you mentioned that you needed to buy some winter jackets for the kids since the weather was starting to get cooler. Without hesitation, Alex readily agreed to accompany you to the store.

At the store, the kids were still buzzing with excitement from their fun-filled day at the park. Alex's presence continued to put them at ease as they all started looking through the racks of winter jackets. With a keen eye for quality and warmth, he began to help you select the best jackets for your son and daughter.

Alex's involvement made the shopping process not only more efficient but also more enjoyable for your family. Your heart swelled with gratitude as you saw how seamlessly he was becoming a part of your family, helping to make everyday activities like shopping for winter jackets a delightful and memorable experience.

As the time to part ways arrived, your children, who had grown quite attached to Alex throughout the day, didn't want him to leave. They clung to his side, their faces filled with pleading expressions. "Can't Alex come home with us, mum?" your daughter asked with a hopeful look.

You exchanged a knowing smile with Alex, appreciating the bond that had formed between him and your kids. He shot you a questioning glance, as if to ask for your consent, and when you nodded, he crouched down to the kids’ level and said, "I'd love to spend more time with you, but I don't want to keep your mummy too long. How about we do this? I'll come along for a little while, and when we get home, I'll cook us all a nice dinner. How does that sound?"

The kids' eyes lit up at the prospect of having Alex over for dinner, and they eagerly agreed. They practically skipped to the car, and you all headed home together, the promise of a shared meal and more quality time filling the air. It was a heartwarming end to a wonderful day, as Alex's presence continued to bring joy and togetherness to your family.

As you all returned home, you couldn't help but express your admiration for how great Alex had been with your children. While you stood in the kitchen with the kids, helping them wash their hands before dinner, you turned to Alex and said, "You're amazing with them, Alex. I can't thank you enough for making them feel so comfortable and happy."

Alex's face lit up with a warm smile at your compliment, and he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek. It was a sweet, affectionate gesture that spoke volumes about the connection that was growing between the two of you.

Together, you, Alex, and the kids embarked on a fun cooking adventure in the kitchen, creating a delicious homemade meal. Your children eagerly participated, helping with simple tasks and enjoying the experience of preparing dinner alongside you and Alex.

As the evening wore on and the aroma of the meal filled the air, you realized that it was getting late. The kids, clad in their cozy pyjamas, looked at you with sleepy eyes, hinting that bedtime was approaching.

With dinner served, everyone settled around the dining table to enjoy the meal that had been lovingly prepared. Laughter and conversation filled the room as you all relished the food and each other's company.

After dinner, the kids excitedly ran to their rooms to dress up in their pyjamas, eager for the next part of the evening. They returned to the living room, all snuggled up with blankets and pillows. Together, you selected a short kids' movie to watch.

As the movie played, the room was filled with the sound of children's laughter and the warmth of shared moments. It was a perfect ending to a memorable day, and the joy and togetherness you all felt in that moment was a testament to the beautiful bond that was forming in your family, thanks to the presence of Alex.

After putting your tired children to bed, you returned downstairs to find the living room neatly tidied up by Alex. His thoughtful gesture warmed your heart, and you couldn't help but express your gratitude. "Thank you so much, Alex. You really didn't have to do all this," you said, truly appreciating the effort he had put into making the evening even more special.

Alex, with a humble smile, mentioned that he could head home if you preferred. However, you felt a strong connection with him and didn't want the night to end just yet. On the contrary- you yearned for some alone time with him. Insisting that he stayed, you suggested, "I'd love for you to stay a little longer. It's been such a nice day, and I enjoy your company. Let's have a glass of wine, hm?”

You went to fetch a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine, and you both settled down to continue your conversation. Alex expressed how much he loved spending the day with you and the kids, and that he really loved to repeat it some time.

As you sat on the sofa close to one another, you felt inexplicably drawn to him. So much that you, without giving it much thought, leant in and kissed him.

Alex seemed surprised at first, but judging from how quick he was to place his wine glass on the coffee table after you’d pulled away, he didn’t mind you kissing him at all. He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers, and gently pulled you into another kiss. It lasted longer this time, your lips moved together slowly, yet eagerly, and his musky cologne surrounding you sent your mind into a frenzy. He smelled divine, and the cozy jumper he was wearing made you want to cuddle up into him and stay like that for the rest of the night. He’d been an angel, really.

The kiss gradually deepened, and you ended up with your legs over his lap and his hands entangled in your hair. The way Alex was holding you against him made your heart flutter and his kisses felt wonderful and comforting.

Slowly but surely, you were getting noticeably aroused. He was everything- his deep voice telling you how beautiful he thought you were, his big hands roaming your back, his soft lips against yours. It was all too much, and you decided to finally be bold and ask the question that was playing on your mind.

“Do you want to stay the night?”

A sparkle appeared in Alex’s dark brown eyes. Yet, they held a hint of hesitation. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “I’d love that. I feel comfortable around you, and so do the kids.”

Smiling broadly, Alex agreed. After finishing your wine, you both went upstairs. You offered him a spare toothbrush, and you both took a moment to freshen up before bed. Then, you crawled into bed together, cuddling up close. The feeling of warmth and comfort filled the room as you lay side by side, sharing an intimate and affectionate moment.

It didn’t take both of you long to start a full-on make-out session. The proximity of Alex, just in his boxers and a t-shirt, stirred up the hunger inside you. Every touch of his warm hands against your skin made you feel more alive than ever, and that, paired with his kisses, made your mind all fuzzy and flustered.

Due to the flimsy material of his boxers, you noticed how he was getting hard. However, when you traced your fingertips down his chest, Alex stopped you.

“We don’t have to,” he whispered with his face near your ear and interlocked your fingers with his, “this is already more than I could’ve hoped for.”

Hearing those words from him only increased your need for him, and you moved so you were lying on top of him. You placed soft, open-mouthed kisses on his jaw and neck, before pecking his lips, “I’d like to go further with you, Al. If that’s okay?”

He swallowed heavily, yet he confirmed your question with a slack nod. Smiling, you continued your attack on his neck and slowly traced your kisses down his chest. He watched in awe when you knelt between his legs and traced the outlines of his erection with your fingers, ghosting over his bulging cock. Alex propped himself up on his elbows, closely observing everything you did, and his breath hitched in his throat when you freed him of his boxers. His erection sprang free, patiently resting on his lower stomach, hard and leaking. The size and sheer look of it made you want to gasp, but instead you licked your lips.

Holding eye contact with the man beneath you, you wrapped your hand around his shaft. As soon as it came in contact with his aching cock, Alex hissed and threw his head back momentarily. You could only tease him for a little while when you slowly, gently pumped his length with one hand, before you couldn’t hold back any longer. You opened your mouth, lips all swollen and red from the previous make-out session, and engulfed his cock in your wet, warm mouth. You suckled just the tip at first and licked off the pre-cum oozing out of his slit. Then, you took him further, watching his every reaction. Alex’s hands flew into your hair, gently moving loose strands of it from your face to see you properly. He gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail, and you knew he was keeping his hips still not to buck them into your mouth. The sweet moans leaving his lips only spurred you on, and your free hand tenderly fondled with his balls to add to the sensation.

“God, fuck, that feels so good,” Alex sighed, lips parted and chest heaving with breaths. You did your very best to take his cock down your throat as far as possible, yet you couldn’t help but gag a little when it tickled the back of your throat. Alex moaned shamelessly at that, and your name fell from his lips like a prayer. You pulled away briefly, only to carefully tug on his foreskin to expose the head of his cock in order to swirl your tongue around it. Alex was getting close you could tell, so you kept sucking on his tip while your hand pumped the shaft at a now quicker pace. You wanted him to cum in your mouth so badly.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close.” Alex’s hands were wrapped tighter around your hair, and his whimpers and praises increased in volume. You were drooling all over him, and when you were certain you could take it again, you opened your mouth wider and took him all the way once more. You were only able to do that for a couple of times before Alex released a hoarse groan and shot all his seed into your throat. You worked him through it, never letting up until he gently pulled your head off his softening cock. Happily, you swallowed everything he’d given you. Him cumming in your mouth turned you on so much that you could feel yourself leaking and ruining your panties, creamy stains surely decorating the material.

“Fucking hell,” Alex sighed, head thrown back into the pillow now, “that was…” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence because you placed one last kiss on his cock, which had him flinching in overstimulation.

With a proud smile, you lay next to him. Alex turned his head to face you and the look on his face made butterflies fill your stomach. He looked so blissed-out and happy, a warm smile playing on his lips.

“Kiss me,” he whispered. You didn’t hesitate for a single second and placed your lips on his. Alex was quick to deepen the kiss, groaning when his tongue met yours and he could taste his cum on your lips. You were both lying on your sides facing each other, and while you were kissing, Alex’s hand slid under your pyjama top. It left your skin tingling in anticipation, and you whimpered into his mouth when his thumb brushed over your nipple. He rolled it between two fingers, before he slipped his hand out of your shirt and brought his fingers to his lips. Maintaining eye contact, he wet his thumb and returned it to your peaked nipple to circle it with his now wet finger. You couldn’t help but moan and simultaneously press your thighs together for some friction. Alex tutted quietly and kissed you again, slowly retracting his hand from your breast and trailing it down to the waistline of your trousers.

He slipped it inside and brushed two of his fingers against your clit, which had been impatiently throbbing for his touch since you started sucking him off. His touch had you whimpering against his mouth when he kissed you again, deeply, and slid his fingers even further down so he could dip them into your needy opening.

An approving groan fell from his smirking mouth when he felt how wet you were, “fuck, has giving me a blowjob made you this wet? You’re drenched.”

The sudden filthiness in his words surprised you slightly, however you loved it, it made you even wetter- if possible. Desperately, you nodded, which turned into a loud moan when Alex began circling your clit with his fingers, coated in your slick. He rolled you on your back and spread your legs further, so he had better access to your cunt.

You already were a moaning, panting wreck, putty in his hands. Alex made sure to pepper your neck with wet, hot kisses while he still fingered your swollen clit. Occasionally, he would dip his fingers back into your hole to gather more wetness before he carried on spoiling your clit. It felt embarrassing to you how fast he had brought you to the edge because you felt your climax approach already. His whispers in your ear and teasing kisses on your neck doubled your pleasure, and you closed your eyes, ready to embrace your orgasm.

However, Alex withdrew his fingers before you had the chance to cum. You opened your eyes, about to ask him what was happening, but your question turned out to be unnecessary when you saw Alex kneel between your legs.

“Wanna taste you when you cum,” he muttered, which again brought a faint crimson blush to your cheeks.

Alex leant in, spreading your legs further and watched hungrily how you clenched around nothing when his thumb returned to circle your clit. The sight before you was almost too much to bare- you felt so exposed. Alex removed his thumb and the second the tip of his tongue touched your clit, you covered your mouth to supress the loud moan you were about to release. As much as you enjoyed him toying with your clit, you had to keep quiet.

“Shh, love, don’t wanna wake the kids now, eh?”

You grunted, frustrated at his rhetorical question, and grabbed a pillow from beside you to cover your mouth. Alex’s tongue kept circling your swollen clit in a stead rhythm, and the way he groaned against you had your whole body vibrating and the sensation intensified. Shivers ran down your spine, and a sharp moan escaped your lips when he slipped two fingers into you, wasting no time in curling them to find your g-spot as if he’d done it a million times before. Luckily, your mouth was still covered by your pillow, because you moaned shamelessly into it, pathetically drooling on the fabric.

“Cum for me now, love. I know you’re almost there.”

It only took him another two or three flicks of his skilled tongue until pleasure took over and you saw white. You came hard- moaning and writhing so much that Alex had to hold onto your hips to keep you grounded as you rode out your high.

As the feeling gradually subsided, you could barely discern what the man between your legs was doing. Alex pulled his fingers from your entrance, and admired your cum sticking to his digits.

“Fuck, you creamed all over me.” Locking eyes with you, he brought his fingers to his lips and cleaned your cum off them, swirling his tongue around his index and middle finger so passionately that you wished he would make you cum on his tongue again straight away.

"Delicious," he purred, before gliding up the length of the bed and reclining beside you with a contented sigh. He extended one arm around you and drew you close, allowing you to nestle your head on his chest.

“Thank you,” you muttered sleepily, knowing fully well that if you stayed like this, you would fall asleep within seconds.

Alex kissed your temple, “for what?”

“Everything.” You settled further into his embrace and sighed in pure content when Alex draped the duvet across both your bodies.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he whispered, and you knew he was equally tired, “I’ll be there for you.”

It was everything you needed to hear before you drifted off into the most relaxing, peaceful slumber.

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