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ferociousmochis · 8 months

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hii a request for you, and bc you're the queen of writing older alex with an innocent reader: him teaching her how to suck him off bc she's never done it before, or him going down on her after she told him no-one has ever done it and she's super shy and anxious about it. i can't choose one so you pick 😁 love your stuff 😙

His Little Angel

Alex Turner X Fem!Reader

Warnings: fingering, unspecified age gap (reader is like early 20s?), corruption/innocence kink, oral (male + fem receiving), HEAVY power imbalance, minimal degrading, lots of praise, virgin reader

You were positively intoxicating, always fluttering about in those pretty little dresses tending to his every need except the one he so desperately wanted you to.

To say Alex was infatuated with you would probably be an understatement. When you joined the team, he instantly picked you out to be his assistant. You were so young and sweet, following him around like a lost puppy at all times. To say he positively adored you was an understatement. He liked to call you his little angel, always resting on his shoulder and the answer to all his prayers. You certainly looked the part. You were stunningly beautiful. It floored him that you were in the music industry in the first place, you could be mistaken for the cover of a magazine any day of the week. But it wasn’t simply your beauty that drew him in, but your divine innocence. God, he couldn’t get enough. He always found a way to make an excuse to brush by you or press his body against yours, just to watch the way your face lit up bright red and the way you stuttered nearly made his heart burst from his chest. His mind traveled to so many dark places but truthfully, he couldn’t help it. You were just so pure- He could train you just the way he wanted, you were entirely untainted and untouched by anyone else. You were all his to make whatever he wanted out of you.

You were always so naive and oblivious to the disgusting desires of the men around you, and how they feast on you with their eyes. It infuriated him, he couldn’t stand for it. He didn't think any boy deserved to be with someone like you, he didn't even think that he was worthy to talk to you. Any guy who made a pass at you was mysteriously moved departments, or suddenly off the project. Alex was never one to share his toys.

Your voice was so sickly sweet, always eagerly responding, “Yes, sir” or “Of course, Mr. Turner”, never daring to turn down a single request. Your lips were always plump and glossy, practically begging to be tasted. Your dresses always seemed too short, giving him a perfect view of your plush thighs. Sometimes he just needed to excuse himself. He couldn’t focus with you always distracting him, his cock straining against his trousers at the worst of times.

On this particular night, you were doing just that. A soft pink sundress pillowed around the apex of your thighs, the light material bouncing about with each step you took. Your hair was pinned back with a few of the strands spilling out the front, framing your gorgeous face. Your breasts peeking slightly out of the bodice- God you drove him absolutely mad. He desperately tried to focus as the band practiced. He had a show tonight for Christ’s sake, he reminded himself. By the end of the torturous experience, he rushed to his dressing room, eager to take care of his problem.

He pulled the door closed with a sign, tugging on the tie strangling around his neck. His whole body felt hot, a light sweat coating his forehead. He unbuttoned the top part of his shirt, feeling overwhelmed, his cock straining against the tailored suit he usually loved but completely resented at the moment. He walked over to a chair across the room, his ass hardly hit the leather of his seat before a quiet knocking came from the other side of the wall. He sits back rolling his eyes. “Come in.”, he sighed, not even attempting to hide his frustration as he readjusted himself.

You open the door gently. At the sight of your face his demeanor shifts, already feeling more awake and alive just seeing you. You felt guilty, the last thing you wanted to do was disturb him after such a rough practice, “Mr. Turner.. I don’t mean to intrude but..”. You carry a small tray of food and a glass of cold water, “I thought you might be hungry”. His eyes raked over your small frame. Fuck- he was definitely hungry for something, but he couldn’t give two shits about food right now.

You shyly place the offerings on the small coffee table before him, but he hardly even acknowledges it, too focused on the perfect view of your tits as you bend forward. Your doe eyes were always locked on him, dedicated to him. Seeing you right now, alone in his dressing room- it gave him awful ideas, ideas he definitely shouldn't be having. Yet you’d worked him up all day, and the moment he got to relieve himself you just had to pester him with your perfection. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/N, come here. I need to talk to you about something important”, he began sternly. You perk up at his request, your face lighting up with a sweet angelic smile, always so eager to please. He leans forward in his chair, “I want you to do me a big favor, a special kind of favor. Are you willing to do that for me, love?”. You respond without a second thought, “Yes of course sir, anything you need”.

It was like music to his ears.

“Good girl. Now listen carefully, doll”, he instructed, “I want you to undress yourself, make sure I get a good view of ya. You understand?”. Your face grew a light pink, your skin felt hot and your lip quivered lightly. When you said anything you certainly hadn’t anticipated that. “I-I..”, you stutter, your words getting away from you. “Don't worry sweetheart”, he soothed, “It's just between us, and remember I told you to be a good girl- so go ahead, take off your clothes just like I said”.

You bite your lip nervously, your breathing growing quite heavy. You’d always found Mr Turner impossibly handsome, he always made you nervous. You’d do anything for him but you never thought he’d ask for such a thing. You slowly pull the thin straps of your dress from your shoulders, letting the delicate fabric pool on the floor. Your bare skin was magnetic and that lacey set you had on underneath- your body was just begging for it. He groaned at the sight of you, “Keep going. Take off that bra too.”. Your hands are shaking slightly as you pull the clasp from your back, the lacy bra falling at your feet. Your delicate breasts sat so nicely, the sight made his mouth water. The cool air bit into your bare skin, your perfect nipples pebbling at the chill. “Beautiful..”, he breathed, “Now drop your panties”. You shyly wiggle the flimsy material down your legs without question. “That's it dear, I want to see all of you..”. You stand, your wide eyes brimming with anxiety. You’d never felt so exposed. You’d never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone your boss.

He leans back in his chair once more, taking in the sight of your delicate frame. His eyes travel over your body, drinking in every inch of your vulnerability. “So fucking beautiful..”, he trailed off, feeling his pants growing impossibly tighter. “M-Mr. Turner?”, you squeak out, “I- um- I haven’t-”. He chuckled softly, knowing full well just how innocent you were, “It's okay, Y/N. Just follow my lead doll. You trust me now, don’t you?”. You nod quickly, “Yes, sir”. Of course, you do, you’re his perfect little angel.

“Come ‘ere”, he encourages, beckoning you towards him. You kneel at his feet, always so obedient. He gently takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards the large bulge in the dip of his pants, “Touch me, Y/N.”. His hand on yours, his throbbing erection under your palm, it's enough to make you feel like you are burning up. You glide your fingers across him, rubbing lightly through the fabric- unsure of what you really should be doing. He groans softly, pulling you closer by the hand, “That's it, baby doll. Keep going”. Seeing his reaction, you grow slightly more confident, doing exactly as he instructs. He closes his eyes, sucking in a deep breath, savoring the sensation of your touch.

Your pleading eyes are trained on his face, his every movement and expression. You want to make sure you're doing everything right, so desperate for his approval- it drives him fucking wild. He guides your hand away from him for a moment, unzipping his trousers and taking his cock in his hands. Its much bigger than you could’ve anticipated, decorated with viens trailing to his pink angry tip. You instantly grew nervous again, looking to him for guidance. “Open your mouth, love.”, he orders. You let your jaw hang slack. “Good girl. Now suck- like a lollipop”.

You look at him confused, your eyes flicking down to his now unclothed erection. Your small hands are shaky as you wrap your fingers around his base, trying to mimic the motions from before. You let your tongue roll over his tip gently lapping up the small bead of precum leaking from his tip. He moans softly, feeling your inexperience, but also appreciating your eagerness to learn. He knows it's wrong but he can't help it, you're so fucking cute, “That's it, angel. You're doing great.”.

You continue to kitten lick his tip, jerking him off hesitantly with your hands. He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and positions your head lower onto his crotch, guiding you into a deeper, more passionate sucking motion, “That's right, baby doll. Show me how much you want to please me”. The sudden intrusion into your mouth frightens you, but when you realize how much he likes it you relax. He groans loudly, “Y/N, look at me. Eyes on mine”. He grins, watching you with satisfaction as you continue to take him. He knows he has you right where he wants you.

His grip is firm as he guides you up and down his cock. Your drippy eyes meet his as you struggle to take him into your mouth, drool dribbling down your chin. He holds your hair tightly, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth while looking deep into your eyes, “You're doing so well, angel. Keep going”.

You gag softly, your tight virgin throat squeezing him just right. He bites back a deep moan, his head falling back against the chair. He looks delicious: his lips parted and jaw hanging slack, his soft brown hair ruffled and messy. His chest rises and falls desperately with each harsh breath, his knuckles turning white against the armrests of his chair.

Your small lips are so swollen and wet around him, your mouth was practically made for him. He grinds his hips into your face, feeling the heat emanating from your skin, “That's it, baby doll. Show me how much you love it”. Tears spill down your cheeks. Your eyes roll back, the lack of air makes you feel delightfully light-headed.

He releases his hand from your hair, “I showed you just how to do it, pretty girl, now show me what you learned”. Your big wet eyes bleed with longing as you continue sliding him down your throat. Your eyes sting as you gag, growing overly ambitious, attempting to take all of him. He thrusts up harder into your mouth, his tip hit the back of your throat hot and hard.

The sinful wet sounds of the two of you fill to quiet room. He gasped, feeling himself nearing climax. “Y/N, look at me.”, he groans, “Ah- Fuck- Look at me when I cum”. Your eyes are desperate, so desperate to give him whatever he wants, so desperate to hear how good you’re doing. A deep moan rattles from his chest, his orgasm washing over him as he spills thick ropes of cum into your throat. He can't get enough of your face, ruined and claimed by his cock. “You're such a good girl- Take it, baby, just like that”, he watches you intently, enjoying the sight of you swallowing every last drop. You nervously pull back, letting him fall from your stained lips.

His gaze remains a complex mixture of venom and adoration. "Oh, angel," he says, pulling you to your feet. He lifts you up over his shoulder, walking towards his vanity. He tosses everything clear off the counter with one harsh push of his arm, placing your naked body on the now empty surface. Your bare back pressed against the cold mirror.

"You ever been touched like this?", he asks gently, pulling your legs apart. He smirks, running his finger along the seam of your wet pussy. You shyly shake your head in reply. He leans in close, his voice low and hoarse as he speaks, “No? Come on, baby, use your words.”.

"No", you squeak out. Your eyes are wild and nervous, your hair ruffled and messy, your lips parted and swollen and your cheeks flushed a heavy red. You’re a fucking dream, the only regret he has is not claiming you sooner.

He smiles, spreading you open with his fingers and teasing your clit with his thumb, “Mmm, Good girl. Saving all this for me, huh?”. You gasp sharply, the unfamiliar sensations make you tremble with anticipation. He leans down, pressing his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses up to your earlobe. “You're such a good little slut, aren't you?”, he whispers. You bite your lip, his filthy words pouring into your ears, “Always so fucking good for me..”. You love hearing how good you’re doing, and he knows it.

He chuckles darkly, reaching between your legs and teasing your entrance with his finger, “Ready for me, sweetheart?”. You nod, your eager eyes turning him on to no end. With a dark smile, he pushes his middle finger inside of you slowly. He watches you closely as you adjust to the foreign feeling. “So fucking tight, just like I knew it would be”, he groaned, biting his bottom lip harshly. You squirm against his hand, the unfamiliar feeling stinging slightly, but quickly burning into pleasure.

He leans down, capturing your whimpering lips in a rough kiss. He feels you surrendering to him completely, your walls breaking down under his skillful touch. “That's it. I got you. You can take it.”, he coos softly.

He stretches your open, adding a second finger to your sopping cunt. Your walls suck him in so well, begging for more. “Such a greedy fuckin’ cunt..”, he hisses under his breath. He's trying to maintain what's left of his composure, but you make it so fucking hard.

A soft whine slips past your lips. You bite down nervously, embarrassed at the pathetic sound. He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Don't worry, sweetheart. It's natural for you to make noise when someone's fuckin’ you properly”. His filthy words make your heart race, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. “Look at you, angel, makin' such a mess aren’t you?”, he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you rapidly, your sweet juices coating his fingers and spilling onto the table. “Fuck- you look so cute when you’re a desperate, struggling mess for me”, he groaned, his lustful gaze fixed on your contorted expression.

Your eyes screwed shut as you continued grinding against his hand. He builds up momentum until you’re begging for release. You can’t help but gravitate your hips towards him, “That's it, baby doll. Ride my hand”. You roll your hips against his palm in desperation, his long skillful fingers hitting all the right places.

He watches you get lost in the feeling, “Always doing such a good job takin’ care of me, aren't you? Let me take care of you, baby”. He drops to his knees, keeping his eyes trained on your face. A wave of anxiety crawls over you as he sinks between your legs, suddenly you’re self-conscious all over again. “Relax, love, don’t I always take such good care of you?”, he murmurs against your soft skin. Leaning forward, he kisses and licks his way up your inner thigh with slow deliberate movements. He reaches your clit, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. You whine, your body jerking away from him. Your chest tightens at the unknown feeling. He smirked against you, holding your hips firmly in place. He continues to suckle on your clit swirling the small bud between his wet lips. “You taste so damn good, baby doll”, he murmurs, his teeth grazing the sensitive nerves.

Your jaw fell open, you were completely blinded by pleasure. He smiled slyly, pulling back slightly and running his tongue along the length of your slit before diving back in to continue his assault on your clit. He watches your face impatiently as you get closer and closer to the edge. You feel yourself growing dizzy with the intensity of the sensations. He increases his pace and pressure on that spongey spot that makes you see stars. You can't help but feel so full and overstimulated, your mind like static. He knows exactly what you need to push you over the edge. With his fingers rubbing you just right and his tongue circling your clit, you felt a surge of pressure building in your abdomen. "Mr Turner!- Ah-", you moan sharply, your breathing shallow. He smiles smugly, watching your face as you come apart in front of him. He keeps sucking on your clit, milking your orgasm for all its worth until you finally collapse, panting, spent, and dripping, before releasing your throbbing flesh from his mouth with a pop.

You limply whimper, your body sore and weak. He stands up and offers you a hand to help you stand. He holds you and cleans you up, wiping away the thin black trails of your running mascara from your cheeks and helping you get dressed. “There you go, angel. All better now, right?”, he says, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. You nod, nervously nibbling at your lower lip. He chuckles, running his fingers through your hair, “Now that was fun, wasn't it?”. "Yes sir, it was very fun", you smile cheekily. He smirks, leaning down to capture your lips in another rough kiss, to which you fervently reciprocate.

He pulls away after a moment, looking down at you with a satisfied expression, “Good girl. Now Let's get ready for this show, yeah?". You feel a light blush reaching your cheeks, "Yes, sir, of course". He smiles, ruffling your hair playfully before heading towards the door. He stops just as he grasps the handle, turning to face you momentarily. A devilish smirk scrawled across his lips, “Enjoy the rest of the show, angel. I expect you to be ready and waiting for me afterward”.

OMG IM SO SORRY- THIS IS HELLA MID

It was rlly rushed bc I was girl-bossing my hw today, but I hope it doesn't literally completely suck. Thank you sm for the request @ohladymoon, literally love u sm- I couldn't choose between both ur prompts either so I just kinda did both lol. So sorry again for totally botching this shit.

I am literally so happy with all the requests- makes my job easier. Ill be getting to the rest of them very soon- promise! Your patience is appreciated during the busy week! I prefer quality over posting speed!

Yall already know the drill- not edited, I already know I fucked up somewhere so bear with me, I will prob go back in tmr and edit whatever I spot, but I wanted to get this out tn for all my lovely little fiends.

Lova ya <3

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ferociousmochis · 8 months

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HEY GIRL! so so so happy you are back bby <3

Can we get some soft Alex? Maybeee childhood friends trope, but Alex was an ass and now he wants her bad? Also virgin reader if possible xx

Regrets and Roses

Alex Turner X Fem!Reader

Warnings: long ass story bit, fingering, multiple orgasm, penetrative sex (p in v), a little bit of sad stuff, oral (fem receiving), praise, virgin reader

It was never one of those "love at first sight" stories, in fact, love was out of the question, or so you thought.

You and Alex had known each other practically your entire lives. Your moms were best friends, so you'd subsequently grown up together. You were sandbox friends, spending weekends in each other's gardens, while your mothers sipped tea on the patio. They always playfully joked about how you’d surely get married one day.

But, that's not to say that you always got along.

Alex always teased you, especially in high school. The truth is you'd had a desperate crush on him when you were younger, and when he became too cool for you, it broke your heart. You knew you would never be one of the glamorous girls he took to school dances or the models in the magazines he flipped through with his friends. Alex wasn't the most popular guy, but he still had some merit and always a girl or two on his arm.

Of course, you couldn’t possibly imagine telling him how you felt. However, you never were quite able to hide your feelings, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. It was almost sadistic how he knowingly played with your emotions every chance he got. Every family function was torture knowing he would always be there, pestering you to no end.

As time passed you both grew up and the past faded away. You both occasionally crossed paths at first but once Alex’s career took off you veered off in completely different directions, following your passions. You weren't surprised when Alex became the world-renowned superstar he always wanted to be. The lifestyle suited him, at least the hair gel and the groupies did for sure.

You'd opened a little flower shop on the corner by your childhood home. You lived and breathed it. It was everything you'd ever dreamed of as a little girl materialized before you. You worked day and night tending to your greenhouse and working on arrangements.

Alex quickly learned being a rockstar wasn’t all it was choked up to be. I mean sure he adored it, traveling the world and sharing his passion with roaring crowds who fell at his feet but the trail of broken relationships and drunken hookups he left behind him solidified his feelings of loneliness. It became impossible to find a genuine connection; the screaming people out in those crowds, the girls in his bed each night, and every new face he met knew him as Alex Turner this sultry rockstar stage creation he’d made for himself like a beautifully decorated mask. He tried to fill the gaps but that was hardly possible.

Despite his busy schedule, he always made time to reach out to his parents back home. His mother called often, still always worried about him traveling so often so when the phone started to ring he already figured out who would be on the other line. The sun prodded harshly through the loosely drawn curtains, illuminating his bedroom in an orange glow. Rolled over strenuously, the soft white sheets falling from his bare chest. His head was pounding, a reminder of the night's activities, along with the unknown woman stirring beside him. He rubbed his temple harshly before picking up the phone. “Good morning, dear!”, his mother chirped on the other line. He managed a groggy greeting in response, prompting his mother to reprimand him for not getting enough sleep.

She loved to chat. Most times he thought she just loved the sound of her own voice, but he always indulged her, knowing how much she missed having him around. She was going on about her flower beds when she mentioned a name in passing that he hadn’t heard in years. “Y/N L/N?”, he inquired. “Yes of course?” She replied matter-of-factly, before resuming whatever trivial topic she was babbling about. The memories struck him like a brick to the back of the head. You hadn’t crossed his mind in a long time.

He recalled your first day of high school together, the way you blushed every time he looked in your direction. You were always so sweet and tender. How you waited to walk to school with him that morning, and how he left you at your doorstep as he went about with his new friends,

The time he flirted with you just to get answers for that week's math assignment,

The time he brought his latest fling to your family’s dinner party just for laughs.

He winced at the memories and the many more that followed. The guilt weighed on him for how horribly he treated you. Yet you were always there at his beck and call, despite each cruel act. Your only crime was loving him and not meeting his standards. Maturity smacked him in the face as he was forced to face the reality of his actions.

“How’s Y/N?” he blurted. His mother was caught rather off guard by the question, “Well her shop’s doing fantastic, you know she's just so sweet, she helps me prune the hydrangeas every spring-”. “Her shop?”, he questioned. “Her flower shop, dear”, his mother replied confusion lacing her tone. He couldn’t help the smile that crept up his lips. You always loved flowers, meddling about in your front garden with his mother and your own.

Consumed by his thoughts, he could hardly concentrate on his mother’s ramblings. He couldn’t help but type your name into the search bar, he had to see how you were doing. A social media profile popped up, but the photos simply had to be someone else. Yet they had your name scrawled on each one. You weren’t the shy nerdy teenager anymore. Your once geeky appearance turned soft and divinely feminine. You were inexplicably beautiful. He sat in shock for a moment, a dumbfounded expression hanging over his face. Your warm smile sat illuminating his phone screen, his eyes flicked back to the woman in his bed. Truthfully he didn't even know her name, she was a reflection of his lifestyle. Extravagant pleasures felt empty and meaningless without someone special to share them with.

Your cute little shop was tagged just under your name, he couldn’t help himself.

When the order came in you were positively shocked. You quite literally lept for joy, your small shop certainly held its own but this was the largest order anyone had ever put a request in for; 10 large bundles of baby pink roses, each tied with a white ribbon. You set the date for two weeks from now and joyfully began fluttering about your greenhouse

Your nerves pricked with excitement as you jumped out of bed. Today was the day you were expecting the big client and you were ecstatic, to say the least. You'd been in contact with them for a few weeks now and they had insisted on meeting in person to take a look at some of your rose color variations and check up on the progress you’d made. They detailed in their email that they'd been planning a lavish event of sorts and it would be incomplete without your large collections of sweet, colorful roses.

You almost skipped through the door, flipping the closed sign resting on the doorframe to open. The start of your day was pretty standard. Mr Atkinson stopped in like clockwork every Sunday. “Your usual?”, you smiled handing him the prepared bundle of lilies and baby’s breath. “Until the Mrs. gets tired of me”, He chuckled, his cheerful wrinkly smile always warmed your heart. Just as you turned back to the old man you caught a glimpse of him. A vision trick of the past.

The soft, familiar sound of your delicate laugh melted him almost instantly as he set foot in the door. His demeanor remained confident until he saw you look back at him. When your eyes met he saw the color drain from your face, a sight that felt like a punch to the gut. You tried to shake your nerves as you resumed your conversation, saying farewell to the old patron. You turn back to face him, feigning a smile. “I’m here for a large order of arrangements..”, he trailed off, you were more beautiful in person. Your cheeks were rosy and your hair looked so soft, he couldn’t help but be infatuated with you. “Right this way sir”, you nodded plainly.

As you lead him through the little shop, he takes note of everything. The scattered pots and vases, the colorful flowers, and the sweet scent of fresh blooms in the air. It all brought back memories of when he used to tease you relentlessly for loving them so much. His heart aches with guilt and regret. “You seem quite famous around here nowadays,” he asks hesitantly, trying not to stare too much at your beauty. “I’m hardly famous, sir, I believe you’re the celebrity out of the two of us”, You respond politely. The formalities stung. It was as if you’d severed all ties with him, refusing to even use his name. You lead him back into one of the greenhouses with the many bundles of roses strewn about the tables.

“Well even if you’re not famous to everyone else, you’re certainly famous to me” He replies sincerely, “Your flower arrangements are truly amazing.”. “Thank you sir”, you quietly replied. You were almost afraid to say his actual name, it brought back too many painful memories from your childhood.

He watches as you carefully place the last of each individual flower into its respective spot within the arrangement. The sight of your delicate hands working so gracefully fills him with a mixture of longing and regret. He loved sharing his music with the world, he wasn’t sure if he could ever get enough of the rush, but he couldn’t shake the itch of what could've been had he stayed behind and lived a simple, peaceful life with you. “You know.. I never thought I would come here today,” he admits quietly, unable to keep the sadness from creeping into his voice. “But seeing you like this..”, he continued, “I wish things could have been different”.

You almost grew angry, feeling like he had the audacity to say such things after everything he put you through. “Well, sir, you certainly made things this way”, you reply coldly, keeping your composure even. His heart sinks at your response, and he knows your right. He should have reached out sooner before he left Sheffield, but fear and pride held him back. “I know I wasn’t the best person back then, Y/N” he admitted shamefully, “I can’t even begin to apologize for the pain and humiliation I’ve caused you.. I want to be better- seeing you like this makes me want to be better, I’ll make amends in any way I possibly can.”. “I’m not sure if that’s possible now, Alex”, your tone of voice wasn’t angry or aggressive, if anything it was tired and saddened.

His eyes meet yours, and they brim with genuine remorse, “Maybe not fully, but I want to try anyway,” he says earnestly, taking a small step closer to you, “I want to make things right between us”. “I gave you that chance many years ago, and you burnt me”, You sighed, averting your eyes, “You left scars on my heart that will never fade, I’m not sure I can open myself up like that again”. He takes another step towards you, his expression pleading. “Please give me another chance, Y/N”, his voice cracks slightly as he speaks, revealing the depth of his emotions, “Let me show you I’ve changed, that I’m not the same person I was before.”

Years ago you would’ve given everything to hear him say that, but now you hardly know what to say. “I-I don’t know”, you manage to stutter out. He reaches out and gently touches your arm, his fingers lingering against your skin. “Please..”, he whispers, his voice dripping with vulnerability, “give me the chance to prove I’m worthy of your forgiveness”.

You think about it for a few seconds. Maybe he’s different now, you suppose it won’t hurt to find out for yourself. “Okay”, you sigh, “I’m free after I close up here”. He perks up instantly, looking like a kid on Christmas, “My hotel is just up the street, the bar has some half-decent food?”. You accept, biting back the ghost of a smile threatening to creep upon your lips. He nods gratefully, “Thank you, Y/N”.

The workday flies by as a mixture of anxiety and anticipation consumes your thoughts. You walk home, opening your door with a soft sigh. You sat at your vanity, styling your hair for the night, decorating it with a simple ribbon. You painted your cheeks with a light blush and fluffed out your eyelashes with some mascara. You picked out a dainty white sundress littered with small flowers. The material was light and soft against your skin, making you feel almost as if you were floating with each step. When going through your closet you spot a dainty matching set of lace underwear. With a small smile, you took it out deciding you wanted to feel extra pretty tonight, even if no one else got to see them. Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe the way you're feeling, you certainly hadn’t expected the day to unfold the way it has. You slip on some heels and grab your purse before slipping out the door.

You yelp, startled, as you bump into him. He feels awful, grabbing hold of your forearms to steady you. “I’m so sorry!”, he gasped. He was wearing a linen, baby blue button down with the first couple buttons unclasped, a pair of dark trousers, and leather dress shoes. He held a single daisy in his hand, your favorite. He smiled a warm goofy smile, the small flower adding a gentle touch of charm to his already charming demeanor. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist stopping by to escort you over”, he explains, holding out the flower towards you.

You blush at the gesture, accepting the delicate flower. Perhaps he really has changed. You walk down the street side-by-side as he cracks some bad jokes and talks about the people you used to know. A faint smile spreads across your lips as you loosen up to the idea of being around him once more. As you chat about old friends and acquaintances, he can sense the lingering tension starting the fade away from your body language. His own nerves began to ease with yours, and soon you’re both laughing and enjoying each other company from cozy barstools.

“So tell me,” he asks, leaning forward with genuine curiosity, “what brings you the most happiness since those days?”. “Nothing too exciting, but I enjoy the simplicity of being a florist. You know I always loved tending the garden”, You smile, siping a martini. He nods understandingly, appreciating your passion. “That's wonderful”, he replies, taking a sip of his own drink, “it must be incredibly rewarding to create something so delicate and breathtaking”. “You could say that”, you smile. His sincerity appears so genuine, making it easy to forget who he used to be. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, it feels as if time stands still. In that moment, he truly sees you.

He swallows hard, trying to find the words to express how deeply moved he is by the person you’ve become in his absence. "You're truly amazing, Y/N," he says softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his, "I can't believe how far you've come.". The contact makes you nervous like a teenager on their first date, “Thank you, Alex”. “And thank you for giving me the time of day, even when I didn’t deserve it”, his eyes are full of emotion as he gazes into yours, seeking reassurance and validation of the newfound connection you’ve established. You remain speechless at his response. Noticing your silence, he sucks in a deep breath and continues, "I promise to do everything in my power to prove to you how sorry I am for the way I treated you.", His voice is raw with vulnerability and honesty. Alex has always been poetic, always having a way with words. It was one of the things that made you fall for him years ago. You smile back warmly, nodding in response.

You spent the night chatting over drinks and mediocre food. Hours upon hours had passed and as the dusk faded into night, you found yourself alone in the corner of the dark, empty bar. The more intoxicated you both get, the more he grows curious about what you’ve been up to while he's been gone. "Have you been seeing anyone since.. well since I left?", he asked. You thought back to the many hands you’ve rejected throughout the years, "Well no, I've just been trying to focus on the business I suppose..". He seems relieved to hear that you haven’t settled for someone else during his absence, and his expression softens further as he takes your hand in his again. "Well I'm glad to hear that," he says honestly, squeezing your hand gently. "Because if there's one thing I know for certain right now, it's that I never want to lose you again.", his eyes hold a depth of sincerity and longing that speak volumes about the feelings he's harboring.

You nervously shift, “Alex.. I still am not completely sure about this”. He looks at you intently, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "I understand that it might take some time for you to trust me again," he says gently, "But all I ask is for the opportunity to prove myself to you along the way. To show you that I've really changed". “Okay,” you agree cautiously, a small smile painted on your lips. His face lightens up once more with relief and excitement, and he leans in close, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Thank you," he whispers against your mouth, "For giving me another chance.". This gesture causes your cheeks to burn a bright red “Please know that I cherish this moment and every moment we share from now on”, he brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead with tenderness, before placing another gentle kiss on your cheek.

You look into his eyes, filled with intense emotion and the overconfidence of alcohol. Love from the past bursting through the many walls you’d built around your heart. For the first time, you can see your feelings reflected in his eyes. You take a shaky breath before you cup his cheeks, pulling his lips to yours.

At the touch of your lips on his he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. The intensity of your connection is palpable, and it feels like time has stopped as you explore each other's mouths with growing passion. When you finally break apart for air, you both gasp for breath, your faces flushed and hearts racing. You glance around at the quiet room before turning back to him, your eyes projecting your desires, “I never got over you, you know”. His eyes widen in surprise at your admission, he hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Really? But...after everything I did to you?". He can't help but feel a mix of gratitude and confusion as he processes what you’ve just said to him. “It was always you, Alex”, you whisper softly against his lips. As he listens to your words, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him: guilt, happiness, and a profound sense of gratitude. He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, "I don't deserve this," he says honestly, "But I'll do anything to make it up to you." His voice is thick with desire, and he leans in for another soulful kiss, pouring all of his desperate feelings into it.

He breaks the kiss once more, gasping for air, “Come with me,”, he urges, grasping your hand. You follow him closely as he leads you down a winding hallway until you reach his room. Once inside he turns to face you, his eyes burning with lust as he takes in your beauty. He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the silky texture beneath his fingertips. "God, you're stunning," he murmurs, "And I can't believe I almost let you go.".

He leans down to capture your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. As Your passion intensifies, he leads you over to the bed, setting you up on the soft mattress as his hands mold to your curves. You nervously grasp his wrist, “Alex- I haven’t ever been with anyone..”. You’re shy and embarrassed by the fact, but he responds with understanding and gentleness, “That’s okay”, he reassures, “we don't have to-”. You cut him off as you press your lips to his, catching him by surprise. He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours as he begins to explore your skin with his hands, learning your curves and contours as you tangle in the darkness. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of his hands on your sensitive body.

He watches your reactions, continuing to caress you gently, gradually building up to more intimate touches as he learns what makes you tick. His voice is low and soothing as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “Trust me,” he says softly, “I won’t hurt you”. You slowly undress each other in a gentle mess of kisses and longing touches. With each passing moment, you fall deeper into each other's arms. You reach out to him, your fingertips gliding down his toned chest. He gasps at the touch of your hands on his skin, feeling a surge of heat coursing through his veins. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer, returning the favor by tracing light patterns across the small of your back. “You’re incredible, Y/N”, he whispers, “So perfect”. His hands trail down your back to the curve of your ass, the contact making you whimper quietly. He leans down, capturing your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. You kiss back with a newfound sense of confidence. He takes note of your eagerness to please despite your lack of experience. He continues to explore your body with tender care, palming your breasts softly. His fingertips drag down your thighs, “let me show you just how sorry I am”.

He sunk between your thighs, your sickly sweet perfume and the lustful scent of your sex mixed together, tormenting his senses. He couldn't help but bite back a groan when he reached your pretty pink panties, the sight of them made his cock throb. He lifted your hips up towards his face, his lips brushing against the lacey fabric. “You wear these just for me?”, he murmured against you. You released a shaky breath, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you timidly nodded in reply. God, he couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled back at your shy admission. He kisses you through the fabric, his touch remaining gentle. His warm tongue dragged over the growing wet spot. You weakly prop yourself up on your elbows, just to catch his dark, longing gaze peering over between your legs. The sight alone made you shiver, which paired with the feeling of his hot breath on your skin made your brain short-circuit. He abandons your cunt, lapping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, kissing and licking you all over. His fingers glided up against your panties, the heel of his palm grinding against your sensitive cunt. The friction made you whimper softly into the tension-thick air.

Your sweet sounds prompted him to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs. You’d never felt so exposed, that you couldn’t resist the urge to press your legs together in shame. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl”, He whispered, running his large palms up your legs to meet at your knees. He slowly pulled them apart, admiring your glistening pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered breathlessly. He didn’t waste much time burying himself between your thighs, littering tender kisses across your skin. Soft pecks turned into hot open-mouthed kisses, searching for the bead of your clit. He can feel it throbbing between his lips, like a faint heartbeat against his tongue. It's a feeling unlike anything you’d ever experienced, like lightning bolts firing out of every nerve in your body.

He rolls his tongue around the small bud, giving it special attention before kissing his way down to the pool of wetness at your entrance. Your pussy is practically crying for him. His tongue prods your tight hole as you squirm against him. You whimpered loudly, pressing back against his face. His elegant nose bumped against your clit with each motion and it was perfect, he was perfect. He wants to take it slow with you, push and pull you through all the great things about sex, but you make it so hard for him to control himself. You whine sharply, your clit now more needy than ever and he’s neglecting it- oh you poor thing. He can’t help but groan against you, you’re so fucking wet and needy for him- him, and only him.

He ends the agonizing torture, moving back to your clit as it begs for his undivided attention. He wants to make you climax so hard you see stars. The mere idea of seeing your face all twisted, eyes screwed shut, and jaw hanging slack- it was too inviting to resist. You're so sensitive it takes very little effort to wind you up quickly. He suckles your clit, until your thighs are shaking between his hands. You cry out, unable to suppress the desperate moans slipping past your lips. “Alex..”, you pant, your eyes half-lidded and spilling with desire. “I know, love”, he murmurs against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout your body. He can tell you're getting closer by the second. His hot tongue swirled rough circles against your clit, his knuckles turning white as he holds you against his lips. You feel the tight muscular tension in your abdomen snap suddenly. Your back arches off the mattress and your hands grasp the sheets for stability as you’re body is set aflame. He holds you in place, working you through your first orgasm. You were a writhing, wet mess beneath him, he couldn’t help but swell with pride. “You're doing so good for me, such a good girl”, he praised, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.

He pulled back slightly, admiring his work for a moment. Your pretty pussy was begging for him, but you weren’t ready for that yet. His nimble fingers lightly traced your slit, gathering your slick on his fingertips. His eyes flicked to yours, making sure you were okay before moving forward. Your eyes were droopy with desire, your lips wet and plump, and your hair a sexy mess against his pillow. “Please..”, you choked out, your voice still shaky as you came down from your high. He satisfied your whimpers as he worked his middle finger inside. The stretch stung slightly at first, the cool metal of his ring biting your tender flesh. “God- you’re soaking”, he groaned, adding a second finger with little resistance. His hands were made for you, they filled you so perfectly. His long, dexterous fingers knew just how to make you feel things you hadn’t known were possible. Your chest heaved as he thrusted and scissored deep into you, your gummy walls sucking him right back in each time. He almost wanted to watch you fall apart in his palms, but he would save that for another day. For now, he needed to be inside you more than anything.

Satisfied, he crawls on top of you, your noses brushing against each other as he meets your eye. “I’ll take care of you”, he reassures, his lips brushing against yours. Despite all he did to prep you, you couldn’t be prepared for his size. You felt as if you were coming to pieces as he split you apart on his cock. Tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes as you try to accommodate him. “Are you alright?”, he asks softly, “If it hurts too much, just tell me, okay?”. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, repeating the process until he bottoms out. He stalls for a moment, giving your body time to adjust to his size. You grasp his shoulders and nod reassuringly, signaling for him to keep going. He flashes an intoxicating smile and picks up his movements. He showers you with affection and praise. “You’re doing so fucking good, love”, he moans breathlessly, “You feel so good”. You run your nails down his forearms lightly, your mind utterly drowned in this newfound pleasure.

His movements grow more confident and assertive as he gets lost in the sensations of being buried inside you. You squirm beneath him, calling out his name in strained whimpers. He feels your grip on the sheets, seeing the intensity of your expression as you struggle to contain your pretty sounds. He increases his pace, driving himself deeper with each thrust, “Yes.. that's it.. ” he groans, urging you gently, “Don’t hold back- let me hear you.”. The newfound pace makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your eyes roll back as you find yourself moaning and babbling his name like a broken record. You find yourselves completely consumed by each other in a fiery display of desire.

He watches each reaction intently, taking in the effects of his actions on your body and mind. His own arousal intensifies as he witnesses your pleasure. He’s never felt that way with anyone before and he pushes himself harder than ever, determined to bring you to the peak of ecstasy. You feel your muscles tightening, a small knot of energy growing steadily in your belly. He can feel the tension as your body grows rigid. He bites his inner cheek, trying to keep his composure as your cunt tightens around him. With a final surge of energy, he drives himself into you until the crackling heat of his body is toppling over and he can no longer hold back his approaching orgasm. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, whispering your name. Your bodies tremble as you hold each other through your climaxes. You lay together in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of the experience you’d just shared, feeling a connection that transcends words or boundaries.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you under the covers and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Alex?”, you ask quietly. “Yes, Y/N?”, he replies, brushing a thin strand of hair from your eyes. “So,” you began, “What were all those roses really for?”. He chuckled softly, “For you, dear. A bundle for each year I missed-”, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, “-being right here by your side”.

This is so different from the usual so I hope it doesn't totally suck- I'm sorry babes. Thank you for the request tho- I enjoyed the challenge of switching things up!

Not edited, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes!!

Love ya! <3

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