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[goblinontour]

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

#alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fic #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #smut #alex turner fluff #goblinontour

[youresodarkbabe]

curtains closed (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: oral (m recieving), sub!al, reader gets called momma a lil bit (like once, maybe twice), somno, idk anymore help

word count: 1.2k

for @goblinontour my fav fetus al enjoyer !! also 2 blowjob fics in a row... something's wrong with me </3

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"i'll be a few hours, baby, 'm sorry."

alex sighed at the comment— he needed you now. you had left home at ten in the morning, while he was asleep, it was around half past twelve in the night now, he wasn't able to see you at all. he missed you, rightfully so.

"but i can't wait a few hours!" he whined, you had to stop yourself from laughing as you could hear the pout in his voice.

"i'm sure you can last, al, i have faith in you."

he, however, knew better than to trust himself.

as you spoke, he palmed himself through his sweatpants, finishing himself off in his fist after you hung up. he cleaned up after and tucked himself back into his boxers and went about his night as usual, turning on an old movie to fall asleep to, which is exactly what he did. you were enamored by the sight that greeted you when you walked into your shared bedroom, alex with one of his hands in his boxers and another in his shirt, he looked like he had been playing with his nipples— you found it cute. pathetic, yes, but torturously cute.

you'd fuck him right there if you could, it was a shame that he was asleep. all you wanted was his cock in your mouth, you craved it more than anything after such a strenuous day, and you were going to get it.

"alex, baby, 'm back." you murmur as you litter kisses all over his face and neck. he whines quietly and you feel yourself wanting him more by the second. your fingers graze against his soft cock in an attempt to wake him up, only leading to him whining again.

you nip at alex's neck as your hand slides under his shirt and finds his, replacing it and playing with his hard nipple, your kisses moving down his body. "c'mon, puppy, you said you were gonna wait up," you whisper against the skin of his lower stomach, the feeling of the trimmed hair rubbing against your nose somehow making you feel even more eager to take him down your throat. "but i'm tired, momma," his voice comes out hoarse and desperate as his back arches into you and your hands push his shirt up so you can maneuver it off of him, he helps as much as he can without drifting away from his sleep.

"d'you want me to help you feel good? 's that what you need, baby?"

he moans a soft 'yes, please' and you can't help but enjoy how his accent somehow grows stronger; partly due to his tiredness, also due to how badly he needed you.

and soon enough, he'd have what he wanted.

you slide his black boxers off and pry his hand away from his soft cock, you always loved when he was like this. he could wrap a bow around his soft cock and present it to you as a gift and you'd be grateful to him forever.

you kiss his cock softly, holding the base in your hand as you press your tongue flat against his tip, swirling it around as your hand starts to stroke him slowly, exposing the head which you take into your mouth and suck on, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on every sound coming out of alex's mouth. one of his hands instinctively go to your head and weakly try pushing it further down, making you laugh around his cock, which sends vibrations all throughout his body, making him groan deeply, hips bucking into your mouth.

your eyes water slightly as you feel him harden in your mouth, stretching your lips and making them sting. still, you pushed through the pain and try taking as much of him down your throat as you can before pulling off and spreading all the precum that had been leaking from him all over his now half-hard cock. you kitten lick the tip again before going to lick a stripe up from the base til the tip, your tongue digging into the slit as you look up at him and see what you'd consider heaven— alex with his hair a spiky mess, lips rosy red and parted, repeating your name like a prayer, and his now half hooded eyes which showed his tiredness and his pure need. he was enjoying himself thoroughly and it boosted your ego immensely to know you gave him this much pleasure.

even in his sleep, alex was so responsive for you. every kiss, every touch, every stroke, every lick; you got a reaction out of him. whether it was his mouth falling open, his hips bucking or him moaning your name, a reaction was practically guaranteed with him. he was always so sensitive and at this point, he was used to expressing how you made him feel for you. you've turned it into a habit for him, one you've both grown to enjoy.

you leave kisses along his lower stomach as your hand strokes him, quickly moving up for a peck on the lips and then taking your time to make your way back down, practically running your face down his body and kissing as much of his neck and chest as you can, leaving marks wherever possible. by the time you're back at his cock, you decide you haven't played with him enough, so you massage the inside of his thigh with your free hand and quickly nip at the pale skin, making him yelp and his eyes flutter open as he looks down at you pleadingly.

your body settled between his thighs again, nails grazing along his skin as you finally take his cock into your mouth again. he was achingly hard for you, and so painfully close.

managing to get a hold of himself, he decides to look down at you, the second his gaze met yours, he couldn't hold back any longer.

still half asleep, alex was barely registering how loud he was as he came, filling your mouth up completely. his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping onto the sheets and your hair, and you're positive you bruised his little waist with how hard you held onto it while trying to still him.

after swallowing as much as you could, you pull off, pressing a quick kiss to his inner thigh and get up, leaving the room to change and leaving alex alone with his desperate thoughts. you coming back wearing your (his) shirt didn't help either.

you get into bed with alex and hold him close. you two talk for a little while, you recount your day and he tells you about his and when the conversation dies out, you shut your eyes, expecting to go to sleep fairly quickly when you're disturbed by his timid voice.

"can i return the favour?", he asks as he kisses your neck softly, one of his hands slipping under the shirt to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer to him.

you contemplate this. you wouldn't mind letting him return the favour, but you were incredibly tired and craved rest.

"not right now, baby. but you can wake me up like that tomorrow if you'd like?"

alex was unable to go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

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[elexnorislingtxn]

23,60,45

23. normally I just take a break and listen to a lot of music or read more books/fics.

60. on tumblr, @tilebytiles , @goblinontour , @littlemissthunderstorms . (sorry I actually don't read a lot of fanfiction on here-)

on wattpad, @sec0nd-breakfast , thehun(s? I can't remember)print, and voltaireux.

45. definitely on an escalator.

#ask #ask game

[je-sus-callsmedaddy]

Alex Turner fic recs

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Celebrity Masterlist

Main Masterlist

headcanon + by @marauvdersfate

nsfw HCs * by @alexturnersrain

still take you home + by @dokirider

vacuum cleaner * by @alexturnerpet

bad habits * by ^

masterlist by @movedyourchair505

masterlist by @if-i-ever-was

but i like it * by @turnerchic

does this feeling flow both ways? * by @andrew-lincolns-gf

the jeweler’s hand * by @alexturnerpet

baby i’m yours * by @andrew-lincolns-gf

lucky camera * by @alexturnerpet

i know you want to taste me * by @goblinontour

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[goblinontour]

Innocence And Arrogance Entwined

little doll gets in trouble

warnings: soft!dom!alex, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), drool, daddy kink (like twice), age gap (not specified, just reader is younger)

word count: 4.1k

his hair was taking up your sight, the strands blocking your view, of nothing in particular, as he didn’t have a tv in his bedroom, instead just a record player, a distant sound humming from it in the background, your full attention being on him, feeling his pulse up against your ear from how you clung to him.

you were supposed to be going out but when you got out of the shower to meet your fully dressed boyfriend, all ready to go, you just wanted to lie with him for a few minutes, feeling all warm and fuzzy, so he accepted, he can’t often deny you, though you wish he would, he puts up with a lot from you.

“just 5 more minutes or else we’re gonna be late.” he warned.

“fine.” you whispered into his neck softly, placing a kiss on his skin as if to put an end to the sentence. the smell of his cologne was filling your nostrils, strong from him applying it only a few minutes prior, mixing with his own natural scent, creating the perfect mixture you could never get enough of.

although those minutes went by fast, way too fast, they felt like seconds to you…but you still had to actually get ready. he secretly made sure to tell you to be ready half an hour earlier than you had to, knowing you’d be late.

you reluctantly got up when he told you the time was up, huffing and sighing as you reached the bathroom sink and grabbed your stuff so you could make yourself look pretty. he always says you’re pretty but you love doing it just for yourself.

as you were adding the finishing touches you noticed him in the reflexion, watching you as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, the large trousers falling over his legs, his boney knees accentuated by the thin fabric, his face resting in his hands, elbows propped up on his thigh. he looked so beautiful, completely enchanted just by seeing how you were doing your silly routine. in all honesty he was fascinated by it. he knew it was only regular stuff and nothing of that much importance but he was never with someone like you before. you were younger and everything seemed much more exciting with you, even just watching you place tiny pink bow clips in your hair. he knew you noticed him but he didn’t care, you were his and he wasn’t going to stop himself from admiring you for as long as he wanted.

you approached him with a big smile on your face, blushing from the look of love he wouldn’t stop giving you, making his own smirk bigger.

“you like them?” you ask, pointing to the clips as you turn around to give him a better view.

“i love them.” he says, grabbing you hips and dragging you closer to him, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his face into the side of your waist, his skin rubbing against the fuzzy robe which was covering you. “you look beautiful.” he whispers as he locks his eyes with yours in that same mirror, still visible from how he positioned himself right at the door to watch you. he sneakily slipped one of his hands through the opening of the garment, his cold fingers coming into contact with your warm skin, making you shiver and turn around, ripping yourself from his grip.

“hey, you were the one saying we’d be late earlier, don’t start now.” you protested.

“right, right. go on then, get dressed so we can go.” he told you, giving you a little tap on your thigh.

“wait.” you went back to grab another bow from your bag, returning to him but as your hands were getting closer to his hair he grabbed your wrist stopping you in your tracks.

“what are you-” he was about to say something but you stopped him before he could finish the sentence by quickly attaching the clip to the back of his hair.

“there!” you beam at him “now you’re ready!”

“i’m not going out like this.” he said in a serious tone, although you knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, both of you just playing.

“oh come on alex, you look cute!” he gave you nothing but that resting face, the tiny wrinkle in between his eyebrows accentuated by his slight frown. “just keep it on until we leave.” you pleaded, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn’t say no to.

“fine, fine!” he accepted his fate, raising his arms in defeat. “come on now, seriously, get dressed miss, or we’ll actually be late if you keep dragging this on.” he said, slapping your ass playfully as you turned towards the door where you had your dress hung up.

you were supposed to go to an event he was invited to, that was what all of this getting ready was for, because he of course invited you to go with him, so he could at least enjoy your company while he was there. he wasn’t big into that sort of stuff, but it ended up being lovely, although some time after you arrived you noticed the pink bow was still in his hair, he forgot to take it off before you left. you didn’t tell him though. and thankfully no one else mentioned it to him even though you did catch some people looking at him a bit strange or looking at him twice once they noticed it. you thought he looked adorable, but you knew he wouldn’t be too keen on the idea of you knowing and not letting him know, so you just pretended you saw nothing.

and it worked just fine, you had him giggling completely oblivious by the time you were walking through the front door back at his house. until he caught a glimpse of himself in the big mirror in the entryway.

“what the…” he huffed, feeling the back of his head with his hands, fiddling until he found the clip and removed it, bringing it back in front of him and sighing as he realised he just had that on the whole time you were out.

“care to explain?” he asked, turning to you. you were hunched over struggling with the straps of your shoes and to be fair you kind of forgot about the whole bow thing but once you raised your head and got a good look at him, holding the clip in between his fingers, his arm stretched out so he could make sure you knew exactly what he meant.

“where did you get that?” you asked, seemingly innocent, but the tone of your voice easily gave you away to him.

“you know where, why didn’t you tell me?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you told him, keeping the act on as you were about to walk past him.

“no, no.” he tutted, grabbing your arm and turning you around, taking you by surprise as he picked you up and started walking around the house with you slung over his shoulder, making you squeal.

“aly, put me down.” you giggled, although you were very much enjoying it.

“oh dolly, you’re in trouble.” he said in a tone you haven’t yet heard from him. it was still playful, but laced with a certain amount of dominance you weren’t used to, but you longed for. you wanted him to be more rough, yet you didn’t know how to express it, you could feel he was holding back at times too, but he never tried to push your boundaries, you were like a little doll he didn’t want to hurt but needed to.

he threw you back on the bed, still careful so you wouldn’t get hurt on anything as you fell into the mattress, your hair all over your face from how you were just upside down. when you finally managed to get most of it out of your face you saw him standing right at the edge, glaring at you with a look that intimidated you like never before.

“now, what do i do with you…” he pondered out loud, his hands resting on his hips as he looked down deep in thought for a short while, until something almost clicked in his brain as he quickly started taking off his suit jacket, followed by the mismatched vest he paired it with, leaving him in only his shirt, sweat marks visible in places where it slightly stuck to his body. it was hot, but he insisted on wearing all the layers.

“are you going to punish me?” you asked, making your voice sound small and innocent, crawling backwards on the bed, causing your dress to ride up and spreading your legs just enough for a split second so he could see your underwear, to tease him further.

“i’m not, no. you’re gonna suck me.” he told you sternly, approaching you on the bed, slowly climbing on top of you and pinning you down underneath him.

“but-”

“but what? you should be grateful for it, really.”

“fine, old man.” you scoffed under your breath, but he absolutely caught that.

“old man now, eh? better hear no complaints when i’m throat fucking my name out of that mouth.” you swore you could feel yourself throb as he whispered that, his words muffled by how he was now kissing your naked shoulder, pulling down the material covering it so he had all the access he wished for. “take it off, will you?” referring to the dress as he grabbed the elastic strap and let it come down on your skin, stinging you slightly as it fell back into place.

he let you get up so you could do as he said, watching you strip from his new position he found, his back against the headboard, waiting for you to be naked already.

“aren’t you gonna take yours off too?” you asked, your dress falling onto the floor and you stepped out of it to approach him on the bed once more.

“no, i’m good. come here now.” he waved you over, demanding you to come closer to him.

once you were close enough he roughly grabbed you by the ass, making you gasp at his forwardness, his short nails digging into your skin as he was kneading it into his hands, pulling you down onto his lap where you felt him digging into you again, though this time it was his cock, bulging through his trousers and you felt it get harder and harder as he slowly moved your hips along it, attacking your upper chest in kisses in the meantime, his head buried in between your breasts, his rough beard tickling you as it grazed over the sensitive skin. you couldn’t stop your moan as he bit on your nipple poking through the thin lace bra you still had on.

“shhh…’s not about you, quiet baby.”

“sorry.”

“you should be. make me forgive you darling.”

that was his invitation for you to get started, leaning back again so you could get on with it, unbuttoning his shirt even more as you unzipped his pants and pulled them down a bit, as much as you could anyway, since he insisted on keeping them on. he helped you by adjusting his position so he could pull them down over his ass, along with his underwear, his dick now freed, touching his stomach and waiting for you.

he grabbed it in his fist and stroked himself a few times while you were lowering yourself on the bed, finding your place in between his widespread legs.

fuck he looked so hot. the way his shirt stuck to the middle of his stomach, still exposing his soft lower tummy from how he pulled it up so it wouldn’t be in the way, his hair falling over his face, how he looked at you, his eyes dark and needy.

“here.” he said as he pointed his cock towards you so you would grab it instead.

and you did, your fingers wrapped around it and you spit on the head, a thin line of it connecting your lips to his his length, only breaking once you moved your hand and exposed his tip further, pulling down on his foreskin, licking the newly exposed skin, wrapping your tongue around it, delving it in between the looser skin and his throbbing reddish head.

“don’t tease…” he warned, wrapping one of his legs around you to push lower you onto him and lock you in at the same time, not that you would’ve stopped either way. “open up now.”

you guided him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him tightly, suckling on the tip.

“take more baby, that’s nothing.” he pushed you further down, his heel digging into your back as he made you take more of his cock in your mouth, and you kept your eyes on him as he did on you. “that’s my girl, fuck…just like that.” he sweetly sighed, brushing your cheek with his fingers softly, getting lost in the pleasure as your throat slowly loosened to accommodate him, letting him sink comfortably deeper into your hole.

your mouth and hand moved in sync, so every part of him had your touch, nothing left unattended, nothing, your free hand now toying with his balls, which made his hips buck up, thrusting himself deeper down your warm sore hole, brushing the back of throat and making you choke around him. you barely managed to pull away to take a breath, refill your lungs with much needed air, from how he had you caged in, his calf still resting on your shoulder, the fluffy hairs on his leg, exposed from how his pants had ridden up, rubbing against your own skin.

you gasped for air as you got off from his cock, leaving him covered in drool you used to your advantage, stroking him with it, getting it to pool around his tip, watching as it mixed with his precum leaking from his slit, the clear liquid bleeding into your bubbly traces on him.

“fuckkk.” he panted “be a good girl for daddy and take it all, yeah?”

you nod your head and whine when you try to move back down onto him, the little shift making the ache in between your thighs all the more noticeable from how your lace panties rubbed against your clit for a split second.

“you can touch yourself for me doll, use your little fingers.” he suggested as he caught onto the quiet sound you made.

he loosened up his grip just enough so you could sneak your hand down to your pussy, slipping your underwear to the side so you could start touching yourself, as he said. although it didn’t feel nowhere near as good as when he would do it, it was better than nothing. your fingers easily slipped in between your folds, feeling your wetness pooling, almost threatening to drip from how turned on he had you.

“does it feel good baby?” you nodded as you kissed your way up his length. “better than my cock in your mouth? hmm?” you knew what answer he expected, but a little teasing from your part wouldn’t hurt, so you nodded ‘yes’ again, and even mumbled a ‘mhm’, sending vibrations through his cock, his mouth opening to let a soft grunt escape. “really, dolly? you need to be put in your place little brat, ‘ve had enough of you.”

he nudged your hand away and instead grabbed his cock himself, wrapping his own hand around the base to guide himself into your mouth, his other hand tangled in the mess of your hair, taking you over, holding onto the bows you still had in there, what started it all.

he pushed you down his cock roughly, his heels digging into your back again. by now both of his legs were wrapped around you, keeping you tightly in place, no chance of escape. it only served to turn you on even more as you were working your delicate fingers on your clit.

he forcefully thrusted into your mouth, he broke you in. you’ve sucked his dick before but he’s never fucked your mouth like this, never used you like he was doing now. and you loved it. it wasn’t about the feeling itself, though that was good too, you adored his cock, the smell of it, the curves of it against your tongue, his taste as the precum leaked straight onto the back of your throat, his moans and deep grunts, all because of you, helping you keep this up, to make him feel as good as possible. it was him finally letting go of the restraints he had around you. he was always so careful, like you’d break. but you liked him using you.

“that’s so good princess, fuck.” he moaned. “taking everything i give you like you own it.” he groaned, tilting his head back and thrusting his hips into you at a rapid pace, fucking your little hole like his life depended on it, getting faster and harder, as if trying to take his pent up anger out on you, his sharp boots delving into your flesh so hard you knew there would be marks left.

you could tell he was close, by the way his stomach caved in as his breaths got more inconsistent. you worked your hand harsher on your clit, wanting to get there just as much as he did.

“oh god if only you could see yourself right now.” he let out his thoughts subconsciously. “you getting close for me, hmm?” he asked, and even if you couldn’t speak seeing as his cock was taking up your mouth, he got his answer by your muffled whimpers. “good girl. look at you, so fucking beautiful.” he purred, his words only making you work harder to get him to his release.

and he was close, his legs enclosed around you firmer, making it hard for you to move from how his thighs were squeezing your face, your cheeks, your hole becoming tighter for him to fuck into, his thrusts fast yet short, as he was buried pretty deep into you with not much space to go further.

“fuck i’m gonna cum.” he moaned hoarsely. you raised your head slightly so you could take a look at him, his face scrunched up and you caught just the perfect moment as his jaw dropped slack and he went silent as he came down your throat, his hips slowing down until eventually stopping completely as his cum poured into your mouth, filling you up so much you almost gagged but struggled through it to swallow it all. almost all. some of it managed to escape down the sides of your lips wrapped around his cock as it mixed with the plentiful of your own saliva that was flooding your mouth.

he unclasped his legs from you and pulled you off him by your hair so you could finally take a breath, his softening cock flopping down on his tummy, making a mess of himself and the top of his pants but he really couldn't care less about that right now.

“come here.” he said, helping you climb on top of him by grabbing you from under your arms to sit you in his lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

you were about to wipe away the wet mess from your mouth and chin but before you got a chance to do so he pulled you into a sweet kiss, grabbing your chin delicately in between his fingers, the liquids from your face getting wiped down on his beard, smearing the scratchy hairs that adorned his own chin and upper lip.

“so good for me.” he whispered, followed by another peck that made you giggle from how his facial hair was slightly tickling you. “your lips were made for me to fuck.” he told you, looking straight into your eyes before pulling you in for another wet kiss, his tongue soon finding yours, evoking a little noise close to a moan from him as he tasted himself on you, deepening the kiss further, practically eating you as he relished in the sensation, making you flinch when you felt his fingers brush your wet cunt. you never even noticed he moved his arms.

“you want daddy to make you cum? couldn’t do it yourself?” he inquired, a slight tone of humiliation laced in his words towards you.

“yes.” you whispered, leaning your forehead on his as you started grinding your hips into his touch.

“what was that?” he pushed, although he clearly heard your answer, he wanted to hear you say it, and more explicitly say his name, just like he promised he'd have you saying it.

“yes daddy, please.” you cried out, wanting so bad to feel him touch you harder, but he was pulling his hand away from you every time you tried to get closer.

“see, you can do it.”

it wouldn’t take long for you to cum, his fingers always served you so good. only a couple minutes of him thrusting them into your dripping hole, making lewd sounds fill the room with each dip of his fingers into you, paired with his thumb toying with your clit just right and you were shaking, grabbing his shoulders as you came around his hand, your legs trembling on his sides so much he had to soothe you with his free hand until you came down.

“good, eh?” he joked, the answer being ‘yes’ pretty clearly but he had to take some pride in making you cum so fast with just one of his hands.

“mhmmm.” you hummed into his neck, slowly slumping back down his body, both of you relaxing into each other’s touch. you had your head on his tummy, the whole area now exposed and free for you to touch and feel. he had unbuttoned his shirt completely some time in between your orgasm and now.

he relaxed back on the bed too, sliding down so he could lay more comfortably, but what he didn’t expect was to feel you rubbing against his cock, still a bit sensitive from earlier and very much soft now, with no indication of a change soon. and that wasn’t your intention either.

you just wanted to feel him, somehow the damp coarse hairs rubbing against your cheek didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, on the contrary. might as well clean him up too while you’re there, you thought. he flinched and hissed when your tongue darted out to lick the remnants of his release and everything that were left at the base of his dick, right at the border of where the ginger tinted hairs surrounded it. a shade lighter than his beard you’d say. the soft flesh felt weirdly good under your tongue, but you didn’t get to keep on doing it for much longer.

“mhmm, ‘s enough.” he hummed, brushing your hair to the side to guide you off him.

you moved to the side a bit, resting your head on the very top of his thigh, for just a little while longer.

he needed a minute too, closing his eyes and just enjoying the moment of pure ecstasy, so much so that he didn’t feel you place a rogue clip you noticed on the bed on the longer hairs right above where his cock started, only noticing it when you eventually began to move from him to go to clean up, his eyes darting directly in that direction, the pink ribbon standing out to him instantly.

“i can’t believe you.” he laughed, rubbing his tired eyes to adjust to the lights again.

“isn’t she cute? just like me?” you joked to him as you got up and somewhat adjusted your lingerie from how out of place it got during all of that.

“who? my dick?”

“yeahhh!”

“my dick’s a she?” he puzzled you, secretly loving it, your playfulness breaking him out of his thoughts he found boring sometimes.

“mhm.”

“right, tell her you love her now, only seems fair.” he smirked at you.

“i do love her, and she’s cute. you’re cute too.”

“you’re cute.” he grinned at you, getting up as well and tucking himself back into his underwear so he could comfortably hug you from behind, getting pinched by the little bow he forgot about again, but not bothering to take it off now. he just wanted no risk of it, or rather of ‘her’ getting in the way as he held you tight.

a/n: bows and sucking cock <3

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @ohladymoon @rentsturner @tbhcvio @mathdebate00 @averyzversi0n @ouroboros311 @menace-to-the-devil @jqsvi @turnersfav

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[goblinontour]

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)

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[goblinontour]

Nothing Of The Scent She’s Sending

alex is drunk and fucked up

warnings: smut, pwp, masturbation (m receiving), idk man

word count: 3.1k

he never really got over you, everyone knew it. but it wasn’t that big of a deal anymore. he pushed it to the back of his mind and tried to move on, girl after girl, even thought he might love some, but you were still there, lingering, as much as he tried to deny it.

now he is single, but content, he likes to think. he’s been enjoying his time off tour in england, visited some family. he came back to his london house, getting tired of LA, wanted to start writing some new material but no ideas came through.

he decides to go out one day, after not seeing some of his friends for a long time, too long. but it all goes wrong. one of them mentioned birthday coming up and alex’s sick mind got stuck on that, of course. you got in his head. again. and he couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. they end up going to a bar in the evening and he stays for a few drinks. though not enough to get full on wasted, it is enough to cloud alex’s mind.

when he gets home it dawns on him, thoughts of you, of the two of you together, just how much he missed it, having you around the house, kissing you almost every morning…he goes straight to his little bar cart and contemplates for a bit. should he try to make himself a proper drink, perhaps even try your favourite again, just to get a glimpse of your taste? no, that would take too long. he can’t be bothered. he decides upon straight up liquor, out the bottle. as he slumps down on his settee he turns on the tv to some random documentary to try to calm his thoughts. all for nothing. his impulses take over him. he takes his phone out of his back pocket, instinctively searching for your name, scrolling through his list until he finds it. he forgot about the picture he’d set as your contact and god did he stare at it not even realising how the minutes passed. you just looked so pretty, perfect. it was one he took while you were sleeping, he’d woken up before you in the morning and the light hit your face so beautifully, accentuating all your features, your hair all messy around the pillow and some over your eyes, he couldn’t resist capturing the moment.

he downs his drink and sits forward, a hand holding the phone, your face staring back at him, and the other rubbing over his face nervously, tugging at the slight stubble, prickly under his fingertips, trying to gather the courage to do something. or rather to get back to his senses and do nothing.

he settles upon texting you a simple ‘hello’. he waits and waits for what feels like hours, though it had only been a few minutes, every second tormenting him. he texts again.

‘darling please…’ . please…what? he doesn’t even know what exactly it is that he wants out of this. he wants you, of course, but he can’t just say that, can he? so what will he even say to you when you reply, if you do. he didn’t think it through, though it doesn’t stop him.

seeing as you aren’t responding, he calls, and calls, again and again, going to voicemail every time. he leaves a few messages, telling you ‘call me, please’, and stuff along those lines. it is now 3am and although confused once you check your phone and see all his texts and missed calls, you decide to call him back, thinking something might be wrong if he’s so insistent.

he answers instantly and you greet him with a soft “hi”, but he can’t muster up any words, completely shocked he’s hearing your voice again, his mind going all blank. it’s not like you two ended things on bad terms, but he distanced himself from you, in the hopes he could forget about you.

he can hear your breathing on the other side of the line. when he finally breaks out of the sort of trance he was in he speaks up.

“erm…hi…hello darling”. his voice breaks mid-word and he already wants to beat himself up for embarrassing himself. you ask him what he wants, not in a rude way, just curious. after all, you hadn’t talked in months. he doesn’t know what to say, he wants to say ‘i miss you’ but what if you don’t feel the same way.

you start chatting a bit, just this and that, after the weird awkwardness at the beginning, him asking you how you’ve been, random stuff he could blurt out in his intoxicated state of being at the moment. he always had a way to reel you in, his mind is a wondrous place, what you loved the most about him.

the alcohol got the worst of him though. he starts to feel himself getting more and more aroused just from the sound of your voice. fucking hell is he that desperate? he tries to keep the conversation going and get you talking more. he doesn’t even notice when he starts touching himself over his dress pants, feeling his growing erection. fuck, no, what are you doing. he quickly removes his hand but he can’t help himself. it hurts. you got him hard just by talking to him. not even face to face, over the fucking phone. maybe it won’t be that bad, he could just try to soothe the ache, palming himself, grabbing at it, to get it to go down. but he can’t help it like that. and he hates himself for doing this.

he is desperate, his cock strained by the confines of his pants, tightening by the second. he caves in. he undoes the button hastily, struggling for a moment, murmuring something under his breath which earns him a “huh?” from you, but he just brushes it off. his hand soon slips into his boxers, rubbing his fingertips over his tip softly for a moment. sweet relief. he spreads the wetness with his thumb and he slowly starts stroking his cock, more just rubbing his hand over the length, as if he was petting it, throwing his head back over the backrest of the settee, his breathing getting heavier.

at this point he can still keep the conversation going without letting what he is doing show. it doesn’t last much longer though. the way your voice gets softer and quieter from sleepiness, since it is late, and unlike him you aren’t under the influence of anything. but he is. and it isn’t the drinks he had anymore, it is you. he is imagining you laying down on the bed while you are giving your precious time to him right now, out of everything you could be doing.

he wonders…are you naked? the thought of you being naked while talking to him reels him in even further. he pushes his boxers down to his balls, taking his cock out properly, grasping it in his hand and wrapping his fingers around it. tight. he lets go for a moment to spit in his palm so he can make it slippery enough so it feels good, messy, just how he likes it, and as soon as he starts stroking himself with the newly added wetness it is over. he is panting, catching himself occasionally when he is starting to make too much noise. he can’t have you noticing what he is doing. he can’t have you think of him as some obsessed creep. but he is, he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. slow but precise strokes follow, his grip tightening every time he gets closer to the tip, pulling down on his foreskin to reveal the pink head, glistening from the precum leaking, spreading it around and down his length. why weren’t you here to do this? he misses you, your mouth around him, no one compares, nothing. his hand is just…not the same. it took him a couple of weeks to be able to make himself cum after your split. it was torturous, like he was trying to rid himself of an addiction.

he gets lost in the feeling, so much that he forgets that you are actually there, and you can perhaps sense what’s going on. he’s been quiet for a good time now, and yes, you keep going, just talking but you notice that he’s not saying anything in response anymore, not even a ‘mhm’ or something. but then a deep raspy moan escapes his mouth. what the hell?

“alex, what are you doing?” you ask. is it what you think? can’t be…

fuck. he fucked up.

he drops his phone, startled by you speaking up, hearing his own name in your voice snapping him out of it. he got himself so close that when he instinctively leans over to grab the dumb thing, the slight friction from his cock rubbing against the rough fabric surrounding it pushes him over the edge, and he can’t do anything about it. he wants to scream. all of this for nothing. of course he had to ruin it for himself. he immediately bites his lip, hard, almost making it bleed, watching the cum dribbling out pathetically from his tip, with no stimulation whatsoever.

“alex?” you ask again. what the fuck is up with him.

he doesn’t bother saying another thing, hanging up on you. you don’t deserve some poor excuse, you know exactly what happened, he doesn’t get to feel better about it by trying to convince you it was just nothing. and he doesn’t want to make himself feel like even more of a loser by trying to lie his way out of it.

he just stares down at himself, just watching how the sticky cum eventually drips down on his black trousers and how he slowly softens, not even all the way from the disappointing orgasm he gave himself.

he pitifully gets up to go clean it up, wincing when the sharp zipper pinches his thin sensitive skin as he walks to the bathroom. he deserves to feel pain, that’s what he gets for not even tucking himself back in, just tramping around the house with his dick fluttering between his legs over his clothes. the pain feels surprisingly good though. it shouldn’t feel good. he deserves worse.

once he reaches the cold room his eyes get hit by the stark white lighting and he can’t stop himself from staring as he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the big mirror on the sidewall. pathetic. he’s pathetic. his half hard cock hanging down, the white stains of his cum drying up a reminder of how low he stooped.

he takes off his clothes, leaving them on the floor to deal with later. he contemplates taking a cold shower, to get it to go down but…taking the edge off would be better. once again he meets his own reflection staring back at him. he gets closer, his hands along with his forehead sticking to the cool glass, his hair marking it with sweat. he looks straight into his own eyes thinking what the fuck are you doing alexander. one of his hands travels down to his cock, a sigh escaping his lips at the sensation, much more sensitive than usual due to the ruined orgasm from earlier. his lips part as he starts with slow strokes, feeling himself growing back fully hard already, his hot breath against the mirror fogging it up. he shouldn’t be doing this, not while thinking of you like that again, not after using you to get off. but it feels so good, imagining it is your hand instead, or your mouth, or even your pussy. god he misses it. his plush lips come in contact with the reflective surface as he moans, loud, his bottom lip dragging against the glass.

as his intoxicating thoughts of you continue clouding his drunken mind, drunk on you more than anything, he remembers something. the pair of panties he found a few days after you two broke up. worn panties. they got lost behind the hamper most probably. the most normal thing would’ve been for him to wash them and give them to you, you were still around the house, packing your stuff, or to just throw them away. even so, he didn’t do that. he didn’t mention it to you, of course, but he kept them. he has them in your drawer. his drawer in reality, but he still calls it yours, where you used to keep your lingerie, as might be expected.

he stumbles into the bedroom, holding himself up by the edge of the dresser, and grabs the lace piece from the place it’s been ever since you left. his fingers brush over the soft material delicately, trying to remember the last time he saw you wearing them.

he sinks into the mattress not long after, bringing the panties up to his face instinctively. there’s still a trace of you lingering. he doesn’t just want his hand anymore, he wants you, the real you, except you’re not there.

nevertheless he’s gonna try his best to emulate it. he is so inebriated that maybe it could work. he flips over so his tummy is on the bed instead of his back, his cock brushing against the sheets as he switches his position, making him hiss at the haste contact. he reaches up to grab one of the pillows, slipping it under himself, right at the level of his pelvis, resting his face on one side on the bed. he starts moving his hips against it, the sensation so delicious he can’t help but squirm and dig his face deeper in the white sheets. at least those won’t be stained by the end of this. well they will, they just won’t be visible, and that’s enough for him to feel better about it. the pleasure he’s feeling only gets intensified when he sniffs your scent from the piece of fabric he’s holding up against his nose, delving into it deeper and deeper.

in his subconscious he knows he’s not actually fucking you, but it sure feels like it right now. his hips keep working, thrusting mindlessly, his cock grazing both the fabric and himself, as it is tucked in between his lower stomach and the cushion, the throbbing head stroking his tummy with every forward move he makes. he can barely feel it, as he’s gone a bit numb, but the precum is continuously leaking, making a mess on himself, the little silken hairs that trail down from his belly button to his pubic hair getting soaked, sticking to his skin.

he could cum already, but he holds on, like he would for you, to always get you there before him. he wraps the lace around his fingers, tangled up in his hand and bites down on it to muffle his sounds, still groaning, sending vibrations through his own skin. he can’t be moaning and especially he can’t be screaming your name at this hour.

he wants to cum inside you, well, in the made up version of you he made for himself. not thinking anymore he shamelessly slips his hand from his mouth down between his body and the pillow, wrapping his lace cladded palm around his throbbing cock and immediately whining from how the fabric feels rubbing over his foreskin, and over the extra sensitive exposed head. albeit very soft for a lace piece, it still feels rough on his cock, absolutely fucking amazingly rough. he’s thrusting his hips at a wild pace, all over the place, his hand stroking in tandem to meet each one.

he tightens his grip as if to simulate you contracting around him as you reach your orgasm and it drives him over the edge. he explodes all over the pillow, his hand, his belly. everywhere. his cum reaches everywhere from how he lifted his hips up as he reached his release, to be able to move his hand properly and practically milk himself, squeezing till the last drop leaves his pulsating cock, twitching in his palm as he comes down.

he wipes himself clean with your panties. ruined. he ruined them. why did he do this? he gets up and walks back to the bathroom to throw them away in the bin there, because it was the closest, but he can’t bring himself to do it. instead he cleans the sticky traces of himself the best he can and neatly folds them, putting them back in your drawer. he doesn’t care anymore, he knows it’s gross, but he can’t throw away the last piece of you he has.

before fully taking in what he’s just done and hating himself even more, he fixes the sheets, putting the pillow back in its place, on what used to be your side of the bed. of course he used your pillow.

he’s getting sleepy now that he came. well he did come before, but it wasn’t how it was supposed to be. he needs a smoke before bed, though he doesn’t want the smell to linger in the bedroom…but it’s cold outside, and he’s naked. he doesn’t want to put on any clothes, he’s perfect for bed as he is now, putting on clothes just to take them off again would be redundant…it’s late, everyone is probably sleeping. he doesn’t ponder on it for long, deciding to just say ‘fuck it’. he walks through his home, butt naked, till he gets to the balcony doors, quickly opening them and stepping out.

it’s colder than he expected. he can feel goosebumps forming from the stark difference of temperature, his warm house, and very hot body, in contrast with the sharp cold air of the late hours of the night.

he takes a cigarette out from the pack and lights it up, resting his arms on the railing, his soft frail dick brushing against the ice cold metal for just a second, making him hiss and his whole body shiver.

he takes his sweet time, forgetting about his surroundings, eventually going to bed without knowing how hard this is all going to hit in the morning.

a/n: idk…this has been in the drafts since november last year and it was supposed to be a lot different but it got to this.

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[goblinontour]

To The First Girl Who Lit Him A Flame (Part 1)

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.

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[goblinontour]

Sharpen The Heel Of Your Boot

just dirty filthy smut

warnings: hard dom!alex, sub!reader, smut, pwp, choking, degrading, inappropriate use of footwear

word count: 3.8k

you and alex had quite an interesting relationship, to say the least. for an outsider you probably would’ve been considered freaks of some sort if they knew what went down in your bedroom, but you loved how things were between you two.

you’d given him free rein over you, and that meant absolutely everything. anything he wanted to do to you, he could, whatever he wanted from you, you’d oblige, nothing was off limits unless you told him so beforehand.

this time he came home mad for some reason. he’d called you on his way, telling you to get ready and wait for him all prepped, but you started doing something else and completely forgot. by the time you remembered what he asked of you he was already stepping inside the house.

you freaked, knowing that disobeying him would bring on a punishment of some sorts, and he was already mad in the first place, but you also got excited as to what he would come up with, already feeling more aroused by the second just thinking of it.

you walked down the stairs to see him sitting in the living room on the big chair with a glass half full of some liquor in hand. he didn’t even bother to look at you although you knew he noticed your presence in the room.

“why weren’t you waiting for me?” he asked, his tone cold and mean, he was in that mood.

“i forgot alex, i’m sorry…”

“nuh uh. it’s ‘sir’ for you, just to be clear, and ‘i forgot’ is no excuse now, is it? huh? now tell me, are you just dumb or did you do it on purpose?” he growled. you didn’t even know what to say, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.

“i guess you’re just thick…can’t even answer me a simple question.” he spit back at you, and you heard him utter ‘useless’ under his breath. “bring the box.” he ordered.

‘the box’ was where you kept most of your play stuff, from nipple clamps, to the classic handcuffs and diverse toys for the both of you.

you did as he said, running upstairs into your bedroom to get it and once you got back to him he waved you over to give it to him.

“sit.” he spoke, still not looking at you, not even for a second, too focused on the amber liquid in the glass. in reality he just didn’t want to give you any satisfaction by giving you attention. you went to sit on the sofa adjacent to him but immediately he tutted and snapped his fingers before pointing with his index “on the floor. and strip.”

“yes sir.” you replied, playing into his little game, loving every second of it, of having to obey his every wish and command.

you stripped off all your clothes except for the lace panties you had on, white this time. you always made sure to wear nice underwear no matter the occasion. he spoiled you with it, more for his own viewing pleasure than anything else.

you sat down on your knees in front of him, waiting for him to speak up, or just do anything.

he finally looked at you, taking in the sight of you so exposed, in stark contrast with him, suit on and he didn’t even stop to take his shoes off. he looked pristine.

“at least you’ve got a good looking pair of tits…and a pretty face. can’t fucking wait to ruin it.” by now he started to palm himself over his trousers and you would give anything to be able to touch him instead, to take his cock into your mouth and choke on it just because he loved how you let him use your throat like a fucking toy. “turn around.” he muttered, immediately followed by your quick move.

you could hear him fiddling with the stuff in the box until the noise stopped and you were aching to find what he’d picked out.

he moved your hair over to one shoulder and lowered himself so his face was at the same level as yours. you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin as his hot breath tickled the side of your face, and even though you couldn’t see him, not risking turning around to look at him, you could feel his striking gaze on you. it was burning, as if he could see straight into your soul and control it from the inside.

“you gonna be a good girl yeah? don’t want any complaining or whining from you today.”

you simply nodded as a response, figuring it would be the best not to speak up if he didn’t ask for that. and you were right, getting a praise from him.

“good, you can listen at least.” well, kind of a praise, he could sound mean at times but you loved hearing him degrade you so much, to a dumb hole for him to fuck. he would be sweet in other instances, just not when it was time to play.

the next thing you knew, you felt something cold being wrapped around your throat, and you knew instantly what it was. the chain collar he got you recently, and you didn’t yet get a chance to try it out. looks like the time has come. it was one of those that got tighter when you pulled on it, and boy was he going to get the most of that. he attached the matching chain leash at the front and pulled on it slightly just to tease you. although the thing you loved most around your throat were his hands, this was nice too, still being controlled by him, and the tightening feeling, that slight lightheadedness, always helped you get off.

he pulled you backwards, closer to him and with his harsh movement you somehow ended up sitting on top of one of his feet, your panties shifting to the side, your wet cunt sliding over his shiny patent leather boots, leaving strings of arousal over the once perfectly polished material. he quickly noticed and pulled you to sit on his knee for a moment, sticking his foot out for you to see the mess you made.

“didn’t even do anything yet and you’re already wet? look how messy you are…clean them up now you bitch, ‘s your fucking mess.”

he pushed you back down, on your knees in front of him like a fucking dog, down on all fours crawling on the floor. you stood still for a second, just looking at him for even an once of affection or something but he wasn’t going to give it to you. you bent your head down, keeping your eyes on him, and he was watching your every move. you licked a stripe up the tip on his boot, tasting yourself on them. it was an odd feeling to say the least, but seeing him grab his cock over his trousers, squeezing tighter, the sight in front of him clearly turning him on, was enough to make you even needier and you couldn’t stop your hand from sliding in between your legs, under your panties, to rub your clit, seeking any little bit of relief you could. he let out a low grunt when he noticed you started touching yourself as well, but quickly reminded himself of his role here.

he pushed you off him, the heel of his boot digging into your bare chest, leaving you with your back pressed against the sofa. he didn’t say anything but decided to just try what he wanted to, just to see your reaction, to test how truly desperate you were. he slid his foot lower, and you subconsciously spread your legs wider for him, but you weren’t prepared for how good it would feel to have the sharp heel of his boot rubbing over your clothed cunt, the friction from the lace giving just the perfect stimulation to your aching clit.

“oh don’t tell me that gets you off ” but his statement was confirmed by your whimpers and moans as he kept the same motion. “you’re filthy, a dirty little slut…my slut.” he let out, he was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more. whilst his eyes were locked on the spot between your widespread legs, you were watching him rubbing his tip over his pants with his thumb, slow but precise movements. knowing he could make you feel that good from just that was turning him on even more, the way you were so desperate for him that you would take anything he gave you.

hmm…would you take…anything? now that he had the thought in his head he could not let it go, he had to try it.

“turn around, ass up now.”

you did as he said, putting your ass up in the air for him while your face was rubbing against the rug, good thing it was pretty soft so you wouldn’t get any ugly marks.

“and keep the face down just like that…don’t move.”

he leaned down and his hands found their place on your round ass, rubbing his rough palms over the soft skin. he pushed down your panties but due to the position he couldn’t properly take them off so he just straight up ripped them from your body, the loud noise rippling in your ears, the delicate material not standing a chance against him, now lying in pieces thrown somewhere on the floor.

he admired your ass for a moment longer, playing with the soft flesh, kneading it roughly, spreading your cheeks apart. the cold air hitting both your holes as he did that stung, needing to be touched so so fucking bad. and when he started blowing air on your tight hole you gasped and tried to squirm away, forgetting the hold he had of you. he pulled you back to him and grabbed your jaw hard, tilting your face upwards to make sure you’re looking at him.

“stay fucking put and take what i give you, alright?” you nodded the best you could with his tight grip.

he let go, your whole body falling forwards, pushing you further into the rug by slapping your ass once, and then again, rubbing over the red marks left behind before deepening them with yet another slap. you were close to crying, the stinging pain overwhelming you in the best way, you just wanted something for him, you needed to be filled up now.

“please sir just please i’m so em-empty please fill me up ple-“ you mumbled, your words coming out all messed up. now that you finally spoke up you realised how sore you were, but he cut you off before you could go any further.

“will you shut the fuck up. you wanna be filled up, huh?”

“mhmmm ple-“ earning you another harsh slap that got the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“i said quiet.” he noticed you were crying and although he didn’t want to break this sort of ‘character’ he was playing now, he left a kiss on your lower back, just as a quiet gesture to calm you down. he knew you loved it but sometimes it was a bit too much.

“let’s fill you up then…what do you say?” this time you just nodded in return. “good.”

you expected him to fuck you, since he was already hard and touching himself earlier, or give you his fingers, maybe even his tongue from the position, he had easy enough access. what you didn’t expect though was to feel something rough and cold enter your dripping wet hole. it took you a second until it clicked for you. it couldn’t be, right? you managed to move your head just enough to confirm your thought.

there he was, sitting with one of his arms splayed out on the back of the chair, his other one tugging and squeezing at his cock. this time his pants had been unzipped. you didn’t hear anything from how fucked up you already were. his hand was slipped under his underwear now. and of course, the most important of all, whilst one of his legs was spread over the arm of the chair, hanging on the side, his other one was propped up, fucking into you with his boot. that was the foreign object you felt. every ridge you felt inside of you was due to the snake pattern in the leather. only the very tip was making its way inside of you, but he wanted to see you take more.

“since you’re looking, why don’t you spread that slut hole for me nice and wide? can you do that?”

your hands went behind you to do exactly as he said, gripping the best you could in your position while trying to keep your back arched to provide him with a pretty view. your neck was killing you, but it was all worth it hearing his little grunts and low moans as he managed to slip deeper inside of you. it was obscene, like out of a porno with a master and his slave, you never thought you would be enjoying this, but here you were, struggling to make more and more space for him.

“please al- sir, need to cum, i can’t, please.”

“so cum, what’s holding you back?” he spit at you, as if he didn’t know what exactly you were asking for.

“need your cock.”

“needy little whore, you should be grateful with what i give you. beg for it more and maybe i’ll be so nice to give you my cock, but don’t think i’ll go easy on you.”

“ohh fuckkk-” you moaned as he slipped out of you, instead grinding his heel into your cunt, the edges scratching your sensitive skin, but the pressure on your clit was what you were more focused on right now. you were even a bit embarrassed by how much you were enjoying it.

“please fuck me sir, as rough as you want, i can take it, please just…” you kept mumbling, begging for him, until he gave in, needing to be inside your dirty hole just as much as you needed him to fill you up.

he wrapped the chain attached to your neck around his fist, bringing you closer to him, pulling you up to sit in his lap in one swift move. your naked back was pressing up against his fully clothed chest, your ass grinding into the tent in his pants, earning a few sweet sounds from him right into your ear from how close you were now.

“you’ll cum when i say, understood?”

“mhmm”

“‘mhm’? that’s no proper answer now, is it?”

“yes, yes, i only cum when you say, please, i need it inside.”

“be patient…you’re getting annoying.”

he slipped his hand back into his tight trousers, pulling them down just enough so he could take his cock out, giving it a few pumps while gripping your hip with his free hand, angling you just right and aligning his tip to your entrance, before pulling you down harshly, entering you all at once. you felt as if your whole body was lit on fire, the way he impaled you, he felt so huge. you struggled to take him all on a regular day but now your hole was already sore from the way his rough boots abused it. you felt like you were being split in half, you couldn't even hold yourself up. the only reason you weren’t falling over was for his tight grip on you.

he didn’t give you much time to adjust to him, starting to pound into you hard. so hard you were sure you’d have bruises decorating your ass next to the red marks of his palms left from his harsh slaps. his hips collided with your skin so fucking hard you could feel his hip bones digging into you. and you could feel something different as well. he shaved. not completely, but it was rough and scratching you as opposed to how soft it usually was when it got longer.

“you’re all used up, your hole’s loose, can barely feel anything.” he sighed.

“‘m sorry…” you managed to get out, your voice weak and broken.

“useless.” he complained, nevertheless continuing his abuse on your poor pussy, his pace getting faster now. the sounds coming from his cock sliding in and out of your wet hole, the chain clattering, the chair squeaking, it was lewd, absolutely pornographic. your needy cries and whines filling the room, while you could only hear his moans.

he was clearing bluffing earlier, he could most definitely feel something by the way he was panting and growling in your ear. he was starting to slip out of this persona as he was getting closer himself, licking your earlobe, biting it. he let go of the chain and instead grabbed you directly by the throat, turning your face so you would look at him.

you were an absolute mess, he recognised it, if you were to be wearing makeup it would surely be running down your face along with your tears. but he adored seeing you like this, surrendered to him while he fucked you dumb until you couldn’t form words anymore.

“i’m close s-sir, i don’t think i can h-hold o-on.” you cried out, seeking a bit of mercy from him.

“not yet.” he let out through gritted teeth. he was chasing his own high so desperately.

but you couldn’t stop it, your orgasm overtaking any ounce of control you had up until now, and you just gushed all over him. you were shaking, your cunt throbbing around his cock deep inside you, still fucking you at a relentless pace, it was so much. it happened a couple times before, but it never felt like this. you felt lightheaded and just out of this world. he fucked you that good, too good.

“‘s too much please. too sore.” you screamed, and continued mumbling incoherent stuff to him. he was so fucking close but he knew your limits and he wouldn’t risk hurting you for an orgasm, even though you didn’t use the safe word he slowed down. he grabbed your face tightly by the cheeks, kissing you to shut you up and calm you down, followed by him wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, and you went limp in his arms.

once he felt your breathing went down to normal, as normal as it could, and you stopped shaking uncontrollably, he started moving again. he needed his release just as much as you did, but you kept whimpering and sniffling with each of his thrusts.

“too much for your poor little pussy? don’t say i didn’t warn you. and you came without my permission, remember?”

“too much alex.”

alex. you called him alex. okay, maybe this was really too much, he knew you liked him hurting you but he didn’t want to actually hurt you.

“get down, finish me off, least you can do.”

he slipped out of you and you winced at the empty feeling, as much as his cock hurt at first, now it was keeping you together. you were about to collapse when he let go of you, but you somehow scrambledinto position, down to your knees in front of him, resting your arms on his thighs over his soaked pants.

“god, you made a mess…” he sighed “get on with it now, you already ruined it for me once with your crying.”

you grabbed his aching cock, all covered in your cum, enough to make it easy for you to start stroking him. you knew just what he needed right now. after running your hand up and down his length a few times to get him back, you squeezed around him.

“fuckkk…harder.” he moaned out. he was very much still your dom, but that was his weak spot. he fucking loved the pain. he’d discovered it with you, when you accidentally hit him once, not even in a sexual matter, and ever since then he explored it more. first on his own, and then he got you to do it for him.

you tugged harder on him, just as he wished, one of your hands going down to his balls, squeezing them in your palm, your nails digging into the thin sensitive skin. you wanted to get him there so bad, to make up for messing up. it didn’t take long for him to become a swearing mess, grunting in between the words he’d throw at you. he came with a growl when your hand went up, squeezing him closer to his throbbing tip. it spurted all over your hand, dripping down your knuckles. you milked him dry, until the very last drop was out.

you did your job, but now you were wasted, cockdrunk and fucked out. you rested your head on his leg for a moment while he came down.

when he was back down to earth he took the collar off from around your neck and he pulled you up into his lap. you were so weak, like a fucking used up sex doll. he held you in his arms, rubbing your arms and raking his fingers through your hair to fix it.

“sorry for cumming before you told me al, and that i wasn’t ready, i really forgot i didn’t mean to-” you started over explaining, didn’t know if he was actually mad at you or something.

“shhhh, it’s fine baby, did i hurt you?’

“no, i mean yeah, but you know. that was so fucking good, just, a lot.”

“mmm, okay, about the boot thing…was that too far? i know you didn’t stop me but”

“uhm…you know…i’ve always had a thing for your boots, but didn’t know how to say it without it being weird”

“did you know? interesting…” that got him thinking of any other things why might be keeping away from him, and how he’d get them all out from you to fulfill each fantasy.

“felt kinda good actually. weird but good”

“‘m glad, cause that was a fucking sight if i’ve ever seen one, i’ll take some pics if you wanna do it again” he suggested, raising his brows at you.

“oh you’re so dirty, you sick goblin.” you slapped his arm playfully “but…yeah, i’d want to see that.”

“so you’re just as dirty, see?” he defeated “lets wash his off now, i love when you make a mess but they’re sticking to me, you know i can’t stand that.”

“just a minute longer please?”

“alright.”

you nuzzled your face into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, you could’ve gone to sleep right there, his warmth comforting you like nothing else ever will.

a/n: i don’t like how this turned out but BOOTS. been thinking about it for way too long…

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[goblinontour]

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

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @whitepontiac @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @mathdebate00 @averyzversi0n @ouroboros311

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[goblinontour]

Cover Me In You

things take an unexpected turn in class when your professor catches you misbehaving ;)

warnings: dom!alex, age gap (not mentioned but reader is his student), power imbalance, smut, pwp, pet names, degrading, oral (m receiving)

word count: 2k

Professor Turner’s class always makes you nervous. You find yourself attracted to him.

Badly.

And you can’t help but stare at him every single time.

You think you are being smooth, but he always notices, and you kind of know he does. You caught him looking at you too a couple of times. You vividly remember one time he was sat in his chair, legs crossed, playing with his beard as he was looking directly into your eyes and he licked his lips. It drove you crazy and you couldn’t stop thinking about it all week.

Today though he looks especially good. Way too good. He is wearing some beige dress pants that show off everything just right, and his usual white shirt, perfectly tucked in. You want to keep a memory of him like that forever, so you can look back at it after class, that being the only time you ever see him. It’s as if he disappears after he walks out those doors, you’ve never seen him walking the halls or anything. So you take you phone out of your bag and take a picture of him while he was looking out the window. No way he could’ve noticed…right…?

At the end of class when he dismisses everyone, he asks you to stay behind for a bit, so you just remain in your seat, confused as to what he could possibly want from you. You never cause any trouble, you do quite well in his class actually.

When everyone is gone he gets up and slowly walks to the door to shut it and you gasp internally when you hear him lock it. He doesn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity. He out of nowhere just says “Want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

You don’t know what to say, you just sit, looking at him completely dumbfucked from what he just blurted out, mouth agape in pure shock. He gets closer to your desk, grabs your chin and closes your mouth for you. “You’ll need to open that later, for now it stays shut.” you simply nod, his touch still burning your skin even though his hand left your face. “Think I didn’t notice you sneakily taking that photo of me?” you can’t think of anything else to say other than “Sorry, Mr Turner…”, looking down at the floor. You can’t look at him, your face is red from embarrassment already. “I asked you a question though…do you want me to fuck you?” he said, enunciating every word in that last bit. “I already know the answer to that actually…so don’t bother anymore. Come here.”

You follow him to his desk, where he crosses his arms across his chest and looks down at you, your height difference just making it clearer who’s in charge in this moment.

“Give me your phone.” and you do as he says. “Go on now.” he says, as he points with his eyes to his crotch, and that’s when you notice he is hard, his pants making it very easy for you to see the shape of his cock. He leans back on his arms and waits, expecting you to know what you’re supposed to do. You nervously fiddle with the ruffles on your shirt and he chuckles at your demeanour. “Pretty girl’s all shy now, isn’t she? You weren’t shy when you were staring at me and you even had the nerve to take pictures of me, so go on. On your knees now, doll.”

You do as he says, not like you weren’t practically drooling for him, you just didn’t think this would actually ever happen. Your hands go to his waistband but you stop, unsure if he’s just making fun of you or something, or if he really means for you to do what you think he means. You look up at him and he nods for you to go on. You undo his belt, unzip his pants and push them down. He was big. You could even see the outline of his head now through just his black boxers that even have a wet patch from the precum leaking. You push those down as well and your eyes go wide when you see how huge he actually is as his cock is freed from its confines. He is so hard, his tip flushed. It’s begging for attention.

Your attention.

You grab his cock in your hand and you can’t even wrap your fingers all around. It is thick and the head is so fat, poking out from under the bit of foreskin there. You aren’t sure if you can even fit it in your mouth.

“Are you sure about this, sir?” you ask him. You wanted it bad but can’t help feeling insecure about it, how could he possibly like you like that?

“Shut the fuck up and get to work.” he says as he grabs your head and pushes it to his cock. You start by kissing his tip, softly, and he hisses as you take him in your mouth and play around with your tongue on his head. You start to suck him off and stroke him with both your hands at the same time, but that isn’t gonna work for him. He is already frustrated from all of this, which he considers you teasing him, and he’s not about to let you do that, so he grabs you by your hair and pulls you off him.

“Do better than that.” And you try. You try taking him as far into your mouth as you can, but it still isn’t enough. He grabs you hard by the cheeks, his cock still in your mouth, and he takes your phone from his desk and starts recording the sight beneath him. Your bulging cheeks and swollen lips around his cock .

“You wanted photos of me? There you have it. Now be good for god’s sake and take it all” he says as he thrust himself deep down your throat, still filming everything. He moves his other hand to the back of your head, tangled up in your hair. You gag and spit starts running down your chin as he tries to go all the way in, but he stops again, pulling you away, pointing the camera to your face now messed up with both your fluids mixing together.

“I think the little slut can do even better, can’t she?” looking directly into your eyes at that last part. You nod the best you can with him still holding your head tight in place.

“Now open up nice and wide and take it all, can you do that for me?”. You nod desperately, you just want to make him feel good, need his dick back in your mouth. He pushes himself down your throat again, and you take him all this time, your eyes stinging from the tears that start forming as you’re struggling not to gag. He stills and keeps you there, your nose brushing against his lower belly, the bit of hair down there scratchy against your skin. He wasn’t very vocal until now, but he can’t hold back the loud groan from escaping his mouth as you keep him down your perfect warm throat, made just for him.

When he feels you pushing back on his hand he pulls off, not all the way, just so that you could breathe a bit before he starts fucking your mouth. He starts slow, though pace quickly gets faster and more aggressive. He is rough, but you like it, love it. You like being the one to bring him pleasure. You take him well, by now your throat’s been stretched out to fit him just right, so it isn’t that painful anymore.

He is watching your neck as he continues to thrust into you, and with each movement of his he could see the outline of his cock deep inside you. That turns him on to an unbelievable degree, seeing how big he is inside you. He removes his hand from your hair and wraps it around your throat, his fingers delicate, the gesture completely the opposite of how he is using you right now. He doesn’t squeeze at all, he just wants to feel how you stretch to accommodate him, and he caresses your skin softly.

He was getting close by now, his breathing got more and more inconsistent and you could see his shirt starting to stick to his chest in places from the sweat. Through his quiet pants and gasps he mumbles something along the lines of “So good doll, taking me so well…Fuck”.

He slams the phone down on his desk, both his hands grabbing the edge of the dark wood tightly, his knuckles turning white. He lets you take control and finish him off. So you are determined to be good, no, the best. You hollow your cheeks and keep on sucking his dick.

You can feel him twitch inside your mouth so you take him all the way in again and stop there, looking right up at him. His head is thrown back, mouth open, his chest rising rapidly as his breathing became erratic at this point. He pulls you off him again.

“Wanna cum all over your pretty face, princess. Okay?”.

You start stroking him with your hands, he is so, so close, he doesn’t need much more stimulation. He grabs his cock from your hands into his own right one as he cums all over your face. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, his whole face contorting in pleasure. His nose scrunching up is your favourite part of it. You have your tongue out, hoping you could catch a few drops to taste him. He keeps squeezing himself until every last spurt is out, covering you.

You clean him up with your tongue, he was sensitive so you try to be careful.

As you are about to wipe his cum off your face he stops you to grab the phone again. He starts filming once more. “Fucking gorgeous” he mutters, almost as if he’s admiring a masterpiece through the phone screen. His masterpiece.

God, you just can’t wait to look back on that and hear his heavy breathing as he was coming down. You decide to put on a bit of a show for him, so you gather his cum with your finger and wipe it down on your tongue, swallowing all of it once you are done.

He tucks himself back into his boxers and pulls his pants up. You insist on fixing his belt for him though, rubbing your hands down his thighs after that. When you get up he fixes your hair and rubs the side of face in a sweet way, thanking you without actually saying it. He is about to pull you into a kiss when he hears someone outside that snaps him back to reality and your surroundings.

That’s when he goes back to his chair and dismisses you.

“See you next week, miss…?”. That hurts you, you thought he’d at least know your name and you pout, startingto overthink once you realise what you two just did.

“Just kidding love, I know you.” looking at you with a blissed out expression, and you can’t help but start to blush.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this to you”. You give him a small smile, pleased to hear he’s been thinking of you in this way too.

Going back to his first question, you really do want him to fuck you, properly. So hopefully next week means more than just a regular class, cause you for sure won’t forget about what happened today. He won’t either, though he doesn’t say that out loud.

As you are heading towards the door, his hand on your shoulder stops you. “Almost forgot this darling” he hands you back your phone. “Wouldn’t want that now, right?” he says in a playful tone, a slight smirk on his face.

“Oh and…uhm…make sure you send those to me, you have my email.” You simply nod and leave, smiling to yourself.

a/n: wrote this a few weeks ago straight after class, could say i got inspired (ugh…i wish) if there are any mistakes let me know

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[goblinontour]

No Sound Could Simulate The Presence Of A Man

some sweet pegging, some spooning, alex being a little too clingy

warnings: sub!alex, smut, pegging, mommy kink, pet names, piv, drool, cum play (i guess? a little)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: scroll to ★ to skip the pegging part

alex’s arms are wrapped tightly around you, clinging to you, to your hair, anything he could get his hands on. he is sitting in your lap as you are kissing, teeth clashing from how desperate he is, the feeling of your strap against his own cock from your position driving him crazy, he can’t wait to have it inside of him already.

“tell me again.”

“i was made for you.” he pants, his hot breath mixing with yours from the close proximity.

“for me to…what? come on, be a good boy.” you ask, grabbing him by the hair so you could see his face better.

“fuck.” he whispers, such a shy boy, could never get anything out of him.

“no, no, no.” you tut “say it properly.”

“i was made for you to fuck.” he says quietly, getting embarassed, but you know he gets off from it.

“is that right?” you push, exposing his neck by pulling back on his hair.

“yes m-mommy.” his words getting cut by a gasp as your lips attach themselves to his taut skin, your tongue soon poking at it, licking a stripe all the way from the bottom up to his ear, making his senses grow insane, goosebumps forming, which you can feel under your wet muscle that is teasing him.

you plant your hands on his chest, pushing him down until his back hits the soft mattress, his hair falling messily around his face, a small smile forming in anticipation.

“you ready, pup?”

“yeah.” he nods frantically. “just be gentle, please.”

“i will, princess.” you reassure him, leaning down to peck his lips softly. “and what are you gonna do?” you whisper against his mouth.

“enjoy mommy’s cock.” he says, his lips almost shivering from how you are grinding your hips slowly, the strap rubbing against his balls between his legs.

you slip your hand between your bodies to take a hold of the fake cock, lining it up with his hole, applying just the tiniest amount of pressure, making a quiet whimper escape from him underneath you.

“ugh, please, i need- oh fuck.” he breathes out once the tip slips inside of him, stretching his tight hole, making that sensitive muscle clench around the dildo.

it is the first time you are using this one, bigger than what he is used to. even though you made sure to stretch him open with your fingers first, it is still way bigger than anything he’s ever taken before.

“this okay?” you ask, your hips leaning forward, closer to him, making your way a little deeper inside, pushing the tip inside fully.

“i’m too small, momma.” he whines, squirming from how he felt like he was being broken apart.

“i’ll open you up slowly, sweetheart, you can take it.”

“i can’t, ‘s too big.” he cries.

“you can, i know you can, don’t you love it when you feel full?” he nods, still trying to get used to it while you keep your hips at a stall. “you’ll be fuller than ever, just think of how good that will feel, okay?”

“mhm…you can move now, i think, just go slow please.”

your hand rests on his tummy, rubbing his smooth skin as you gently push your hips forward while looking at where you’re connected, seeing the pink silicone disappear into him. your eyes flicker between that spot and his face, his pretty face contorted from both the pleasure and the pain, his never ending whines and tiny whimpers filling your ears as you are filling his hole.

“look at me.” you say, your free hand going to caress the side of his face, his slight stubble on his chin scratching your fingers. you could barely see it, from a distance you wouldn’t even say he could grow any facial hair, but it was there, thick and trying to escape. he does nothing but let out a cry as you settle on a slow pace. “baby, hey, talk to me.” you breathe out, a little worried from his lack of reaction.

“it’s s-so…big.” he cries out, opening his eyes, those chocolate brown beauties locking onto yours, clouded by a few tears threatening to run down from them. he feels as if he is burning from the inside, can’t stop clenching around the toy even though he is only making it harder for himself.

“you’re doing so good…good boy. if only you could see how fucking hot it looks going into you, into your little tight ass, splitting you open.” you praise, getting as close to him as possible, pressing your body against his, letting your weight down on him to comfort him, to make the pain less noticeable.

and it works, even though those tears are now running down his cheeks, he’s relaxing, it’s getting easier to push the strap inside him, far less pressure coming from him, finally loosening up a bit.

“that’s it baby, you were strangling my cock, does it feel good now?”

“y-yes. don’t stop.” he begs, his feet rubbing on the sheets, hands clawing at them.

“wasn’t planning on it.”

he was craving more. the pain and that stinging pressure now gone, he could enjoy the feeling of the big toy opening him up. he swore he felt it in his stomach from how your hand that is splayed out on his tummy is pushing down as you keep thrusting in and out of him.

“harder please.”

“you sure?”

“mhm, yes, please now.” whatever baby wants, baby gets.

your hips speed up slightly, not too fast tough, you don’t want to hurt him. you start thrusting harder, hitting his hips with each roll of yours, making him bounce on the bed, cry after cry leaving his pretty mouth.

his hand was frantically searching for yours in between your bodies, his eyes squeezed shut now, he couldn’t see anyway even if he tried, from how close you are to him, your chest pressed down on him, sticking to his own.

“hold me momma.” he begs, his delicate fingers finally finding yours.

“want mommy to hold your hand?” you ask, your mouth pressed against his pulse on his neck.

“i need to feel you.”

“don’t you think you’re feeling me quite a lot? i’d say so.” you joke, knowing what he means, he gets needy and clingy when it feels so good, so much, so overwhelming, it helps to keep him there, in the moment, so his mind doesn’t lose it. he wants to feel it all and not get lost, your touch doing just that for him.

“please p-please it’s so deep i need you m-mo-” you shut him up by kissing him hard, interlocking your fingers with his at the same time and bringing your hands together to lie lower on his tummy, pushing his own down on his stomach.

the strangled moan he lets out into your mouth as he feels the toy moving inside him with his own hand isn’t like anything you’ve heard before. something changes in him in that moment, it feels so odd but fascinating, making him suck in his stomach so he can feel it better, the tip rubbing inside. if he could see himself right now he’d see it bulging, a dent appearing on his tummy each time you snap your hips forward.

“can lil pup cum without me touching it?” you provoke, he’s done it before but he usually needs you to touch his cock to cum when you peg him.

“i t-think so.” he breathes out, his lips brushing your chin as he speaks.

“no thinking, just feel it, focus on how filled up you are…you can feel it deep, right?” you say before licking his nose and resting your forehead on his, both your hair and his sweaty and sticking to your skin.

“yeah…so…deep.” he babbles, interrupted by moans he can’t hold back, his voice weak and high pitched.

you bring your hand that you used to support yourself up to his mouth, letting all your weight on him again, brushing his lips with the tips of your fingers, to which he instinctively opens his mouth to let you sink them into the warm wetness. so fucked he’d take anything from you.

“good puppy, letting mommy use all your holes, so pretty, taking everything i give you.” the sight is unreal, you can’t help yourself from sinking those fingers deeper into his mouth, down his throat, until he chokes on them. he’s quite weak in that department, you’ll need to teach him how to suck better, to get the strap ready for himself, but those broken noises, the drool bubbling and running down the corners of his mouth, you don’t want him to learn when you hear and see that, him struggling so much turns you on to an unbelievable degree.

until he accidentally bites down on your fingers as you deliver a particularly hard thrust, hitting his prostate so perfectly. it makes you retreat your fingers from him because of the sharp pain, instead going to hold his free hand down next to his head.

“oh my- fuck. sorry momma, so s-sorry, didn’t mean to…” he babbles, saying sorry over and over.

“‘s fine, are you going to behave now, baby?”

“yes, yes, promise.” he nods, his hair flying over his eyes, but you brush it away to keep that pretty face on show.

“cum for me little puppet, come on.” you encourage, he is close, you can feel him clenching down on the dildo again, becoming harder to keep your pace from how tight his ass is around it. not only that but his breathing is more erratic, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his stomach tight and taut.

he bites down on your chin, not too hard this time, he just needed something, and as his hands were busy, that was the only release he could think of getting.

“‘m close, just a bit mo-”

his orgasm hit him before he could finish that sentence. you went deep and rolled your hips in such a way that has him crying out your name, his head lolling from side to side on the pillow, his back arching so much he is even pushing your whole weight up with him, his legs bending and scratching at the bunched up sheets. his whole body is a trembling mess, it is so intense, and lasts for longer than you’ve ever seen from him, his sticky cum spurting between your bodies for what feels like minutes, making a big slippery mess of his lower stomach and your still interlocked hands just above.

“fuuuck…” he exhales once he calms down and stops shaking uncontrollably.

“was that good, pup?” you ask, smiling at him, already knowing the answer but you want to hear him say it.

“good? oh my god…that was one of the best things i’ve ever felt. you’re amazing.” he says, pulling his hands free and grabbing your face to kiss you hard, to show his appreciation through that.

“love you baby, you took that so well, can i pull out now or do you wanna stay like this a bit longer?”

“pull out please, but slowly.”

“of course, you sore?

“yeah…ugh.” he hisses as the toy slips out completely, feeling weirdly empty after all of that, and indeed sore, but it was so good.

“i’ll go clean up, you coming or do you just wanna stay here?”

“don’t wanna move, i’m fine here.”

“you’re sticky.” you giggle, now sitting on the edge of the bed, pointing out the mess on his tummy and in between his legs from all the lube.

“i don’t mind it, you know i like it messy.” he hums, eyes closed and his hands wandering on his stomach up to his chest, spreading his cum around to show you he means it.

“right now, calm down missy, aren’t you tired?”

“i feel lovely.” he smiles.

★

by the time you are back after removing the strap and cleaning up, he is sitting up slightly, back against the headboard and his legs crossed across the bed. a cigarette from between his fingers finding its place on those perfect pink puffy lips. the warm light from the lamp in the corner of the room is illuminating his features so well, if it wasn’t for the thick cloud of smoke sticking to his long hair brushing his shoulders, obstructing your view of his full face. he pulled the sheet over himself while you were gone, though it’s barely covering him, mainly just his legs, his bare chest rising with every calm breath, his ribs popping out more than ever from how the light is hitting him, the shadows accentuating the outlines of them and just of his whole delicate frame.

you lie down next to him and he wraps his free arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him, your face getting buried in those soft locks. he takes one last drag before stubbing out the rest of it in the ashtray he keeps on his nightstand, the exaggerated exhaling noise ringing in your ears from how close you are to him, the way his lips form that certain shape, ugh, you need him so bad, especially after how pent up you are from how the base of the strap was rubbing against your cunt earlier, but it was about him, so you didn’t try to do anything to relieve yourself, and you don’t want to push him now if he’s tired, you know how intense it was so you can’t blame him if he’s not up for it.

but at the same time your hand wanders over to his soft cock resting in between his thighs, ghosting over it, quickly taking it away. instead you start by tracing your fingers from his neck, all over his body, down his chest, brushing over his nipples, evoking a gasp from him. it was a very sensitive spot of his. you go on rubbing the few soft hairs on his chest, eventually reaching lower, feeling the hairs close to his cock under your fingertips. you snap out of it when he squirms as you start playing with his head covered by foreskin because he was soft now.

“sorry, i just-”

“‘s fine, just give me a moment.” he says softly, wrapping both of his arms around you and shifting the two of you so are lying on your side with him spooning you from behind.

“no, we don’t have to, al, really, you’re tired.”

“who says i’m tired?” he jokes, feeling him smile against your shoulder as he starts kissing your soft skin. “plus…kiss…you started it…kiss…and i wanna make you feel good too.”

he starts grinding his hips slowly, his soft cock rubbing in between your ass cheeks, easily slipping over your skin from remnants of his cum still on his length.

he is getting hard, albeit slow, but he wants to pleasure you so bad, he’s determined to get there for you.

“you don’t have to alex, it’s fine, you can just finger me or something, or i can take care of it really it’s-” your rambling gets cut off by him whining out.

“but i wanna! please let me…i’m almost ready.” he semi shouts at you, like a mad puppy who got his favourite toy taken away. it is so cute…and very hot. how willing he is to do anything for you, how much he wants it. greedy slut.

you can in fact feel him hardening behind you, but he surprises you by pushing the tip inside without warning. he isn’t fully hard, but enough, for now. he is big anyway, the fat head poking you, feeling even bigger due to the position, your thighs stuck together making you very tight. you adore his huge fucking cock, touching it, sucking it, tasting it, but god it’s the best when it comes alive for you like that, just for you, the way he grows harder inside of you as he offers his body to you.

he swings his leg over your waist, caging you in, sinking deeper from the shift. he doesn’t move, is he expecting you to tell him to move? you take it into your own hands anyway, grinding your ass against him, the friction of his big cock rubbing your walls enough to get you panting and whining.

“fuckkk yes, use me…that’s it baby, fuck yourself on me.” he says through gritted teeth, it feels delicious to him too, the way your thighs were pressing together making your pussy so fucking tight, squeezing him to death.

his hand from under you snakes around to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze every now and then. he even brings it up to your mouth the best he can.

“help me get them wet, momma.” you oblige, allowing his fingers to enter your mouth, licking and sucking around them, making sure to leave as much spit as possible on before he retreats them and goes to touch your nipple, instantly hardening from the tickling wet sensation.

“fuck alex, that’s so nice…fuck me, pup, i need you to move.” you beg. it felt nice just grinding on him but you needed a bit more.

“won’t last much longer, you feel so tight.” he whispers, biting down on your shoulder and trailing his other hand lower to your clit, rubbing and flicking it rapidly to get you closer, to get you to your release before him.

“just like that.” you gasp as he begins to rut his hips into you, humping on you like a bunny, as per your wishes. “‘m so close, goddd you feel so fucking big like this.”

the sounds filling the room were so dirty, lewd, the wetness connecting him to you, squelching noises producing each time his cock went inside your dripping heat.

“you’re doing so good, making my cock yours, you own it.” he says, leaning his head over your shoulder, kissing and nibbling on any patches of skin he found through the messes of yours and his hair.

he makes you close your eyes and squeeze them tight as you feel his hard cock thrusting in and out of your pussy. just a couple more flicks of his wrist on your sensitive clit and you’re cumming, your head stuffed in the pillow to suppress the scream you want to let out, biting down on the cotton just as he bites down on your shoulder as he follows close, pushing deep inside of you as he came, the feeling of his hot ropes of cum shooting inside you prolonging your own state of euphoria. it is weaker than his first of the night, that’s for sure, but he still gives you enough to make you feel so full, so fucking full you feel that pressure in your lower stomach as if he is pushing down on it, like he often does, to make you feel him better, and to make you even tighter for him, but he isn’t this time, the position alone giving you that feeling.

“wow.” is the only thing you can think of saying right now, as he slips out of you and rolls over on his back, laying down completely spent after all that.

“ouch!” he breaths out as his ass hits the matress in a particular way that makes the soreness very noticeable, from earlier, of course. “fuck…” he says as he’s panting, trying to catch his breath. “i love you.” he lets it out without a second thought, the only thought going through his mind. he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. the way you fuck him, the way you know him so perfectly, the way you smell, you, everything.

“i love you so much puppy, you’re the best.” you lean over to kiss his nose gently, once again tucking his curls behind his ear to look at that pretty face.

his loud breathing noises from the stuffy nose he has fill the room as you lay next to him in bed. his rosy puffy lips are parted and squished into the pillow slightly, a few loose strands of hair you didn’t catch brushing over his face intertwining with those long lashes of his that make him look like a girl sometimes.

you often beg him to let you put makeup on him but he hasn’t given in just yet, though with some promises of a good reward you’ll make him accept soon enough.

“wanna shower now?” you suggest, but you kinda know he’s going to say no.

“want you to hold me please, if it’s okay, we can shower in the morning.”

“come here, baby.” it doesn’t matter that you feel his release dripping out of you onto the insides of your thighs, and surely on the bed. that’s a problem for tomorrow. you encourage him to lay down on you by tugging on his back so he can climb on top of you. he is so little the weight feels almost like nothing.

he gets comfortable, bending his legs around your hips, sitting in almost like a fetal position, his arms snaking under you, and yours over him, rubbing his back as he was rubbing his face in the space between your breasts, his frizzy messy hair ticking you as it brushed over your nipples and around on the sensitive skin. he manages to fall asleep in just a few minutes. you’re jealous of him, how he can always drift off to sleep so fast, ever since you two got together a few months ago, he’s been the same.

one thing that changed was his hair that you loved so much more, he let it grow out and now you have something more to grab onto, plus it makes him look even cuter. you can’t help but smile to yourself seeing him like that, like a teddy bear frozen in time.

you pull the thin blanket up, covering your naked boyfriend’s body, and yours, but you are already pretty much fully covered by him. you almost think you woke him up by doing that, because he shifts, but it’s not the case. he’s still asleep, subconsciously opening his mouth and moving around until he finds your nipple and latches onto it. fucking hell. you already aren’t as lucky as him, can’t fall asleep, but how could you ever drift off with that feeling and the view of him sucking on your tit in his dream state. you don’t want to wake him up so you try to push it out of your mind, closing your eyes and just ignoring how his tongue is wrapped around your hardening nipple, you can’t get horny again, not now.

you eventually fall asleep, though not for very long, being awakened in the early hours of the morning by his mouth still attached to your chest and a slight pain from how he was sucking harder and harder, knowing the feeling very well. you’re about to have a fucking hickey on your nipple. what could he possibly be dreaming about to make him do that, and how can he do that in his sleep anyway? you know he’s a heavy sleeper and nothing could wake him up if he is tired enough but this never happened before. but you have to admit it’s…fucking hot. you look down and are greeted with the dirty image of him drooling around his stuffed mouth, dry bits hanging onto the corners of his lips from how he’s been sitting like that for hours.

“fuck…” you whisper underneath your breath, your hand flying to his head, tangling in his hair and pulling him off.

he wakes up, barely…he’s disoriented as he tries to get up but fails miserably, falling back on top of your chest. his body is more sore than he thought it would be, his legs completely numb from the constant pressure on them caused by the position he fell asleep in.

“sorry sweetie, didn’t want to wake you but it was too much.” you say, sincerely feeling bad for disturbing him but you don’t know how much more of that you could take.

“what?” he asks, genuinely confused as to what you were talking about.

“you were sucking on my nipple, have been all night, it just tickled a lot.” you tell him, but the bewildered expression doesn’t leave his face.

“huh…what? was i?”

“yeah, you were asleep when you started it so i didn’t wanna stop you and risk waking you up.”

“oh, sorry, uhm…i didn’t realise, i’m s-”

“it’s fine alex, stop that.” you stop him from spiralling and going all insecure as he often does.

“what?”

“apologising.” you giggle, brushing your fingers through his hair one last time before he gathers the energy to move off, slumping down next to you on his back and wiping his mouth, feeling his lips sticking together, all sore and wet from all the drool. “it was kinda hot.” you add.

“yeah?”

“mhm…had to force myself to sleep so i wouldn’t…you know.”

“fuck…how did i do that in my sleep?” he asks himself out loud.

“you do lots in your sleep i haven’t told you about.” you giggle, thinking of all the things you’ve caught him doing before, though nothing bad, or as odd as this. “we need to shower now babe i won’t take no for an answer.”

“but-”

“shush. get up. shower or you’re letting me do your makeup.” you dare him.

“ugh, fine.” he mutters, quickly getting up and heading for the bathroom, his bubble but bouncing on every step. “you coming?” he asks, waiting for you at the door.

“did i say we need to shower together?”

“oh, come on!” he gives you those puppy eyes, swinging his head to one side, begging you to join him.

“if you’re letting me do your makeup!” you’re gonna try your luck as much as you can.

“but i’m gonna look like a fucking girl…”

“baby, you’re not ashamed to have me fuck your ass, but you’re scared of looking like a girl? bad news, you already look like one.” you say as you get up and approach him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing his hand and taking him into the shower with you.

a/n: pegging, again. encouraged by moon, again. i’m still loving it, no surprises there. mixed some asks into it x & x i know i said taotu al at first but…humbug baby…humbug.

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @mathdebate00 @averyzversi0n @ouroboros311 @menace-to-the-devil @jqsvi @turnersfav

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[goblinontour]

I Know You Want To Taste Me

alex feels needy and needs you to fill him up

warnings: sub!alex, smut, rimming (m receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), pegging, multiple orgasms, mommy kink, impact play (nothing too harsh tho), drooling

word count: 4.1k

he arrived home later than planned, finding you already cuddled up in bed under your blanket. naked, he noted, or at least he hoped you were naked, seeing your bare shoulders poking out from the white linen.

he wanted to get fucked tonight. no. he needed to get fucked tonight.

he’d been thinking about you all day, waiting for the moment he could get his hands on you. or rather for you to get your hands on him. not for any particular reason, he was just feeling needy. and empty. it’d been a while, he was away, or wasn’t really feeling it, or something came up. but he needed to be filled up, by you. his fingers weren’t cutting it anymore.

he went to take a shower in the ensuite bathroom. he could’ve easily used the other one down the hall, but he was hoping the noise would wake you.

you were already awake, you were never asleep actually.

after popping a pair of boxers on he slumped down on the bed next to you. he wouldn’t have bothered to put them on, but maybe you weren’t in the mood and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by rubbing his dick all over you. hopefully that wouldn’t be the case.

he slid under the covers, just so he could get closer to you. he didn’t need them, got overwhelmed from being covered and them simply not sitting perfectly right, so he slept without. until he woke up in the middle of the night covered, by you. he never said anything about it.

naked, indeed, he pleasantly discovered. you wouldn’t be naked if you didn’t want something, right?

you weren’t asleep, he knew you weren’t asleep, and you knew he knew, but you still pretended not to feel him or acknowledge him. he was late, he’d get the silent treatment for now.

“mhmm baby?” he cooed, kissing your shoulder. you could feel him poking you, he was hard against your ass. no response. “babyyy come on, i know you’re awake.”

“you’re late.”

“‘m sorry…it’s not my fault, got held back longer than i expected, and the traffic…” of course, the traffic. excuses, excuses. “can i ask you something?”

“what is it?”

“will you do something for me?” you knew the tone of his voice, if his hard dick rubbing over you wasn’t giving it away, the way he said this was, he wanted sex.

“depends.”

“i want you to fuck me tonight.”

you thought about it, you weren’t really in the mood to get fucked yourself, so that would work. he was already hard, it would be too mean for you to make him take care of it himself. and how could you say no? though you’d make him work for it, after all, he was late. and what if you hadn’t been awake and he’d have woken you up? because he would have. that doesn’t get him what he wants so easily.

“sure baby. bring the strap then.” you could feel him grinning against your skin, clearly pleased that you would fulfil his need, by filling him.

“which one?”

“hmmm…which one were you thinking?” you knew which one you wanted, just curious to see what he’d say. this would go your way regardless.

“black.”

“you can take more, bring the pink.” pink was the biggest you had. nothing extreme, about the same size as his own dick, but his own dick felt much nicer. he’d never get it, unfortunately.

what a shame…

he went to retrieve the toy, it was somewhere in the closet. you didn’t use it that often for it to have a special spot assigned in the nightstand.

in the meantime untangled yourself from the sheets and sat up against the headboard, waiting for him. and he took his sweet time, another strike.

he came back into the room after a couple of minutes waving the pink dildo around in one hand and the leather strap in the other. his boxers had been discarded whilst he disappeared from your view. he looked like a fucking pornstar.

“i couldn’t find it in the box with the others. did you use it without me?”

“maybe. so what?”

“miss isn’t satisfied with just my dick…i see.”

“maybe if you weren’t late all the time i would be.” you snapped back, even though you weren’t even mad, but this was fun.

“how do you want me?” he said smirking, going past what you just said, maybe too excited for his own good.

“ass up, wanna squeeze you.” you loved to feel him, even when he was fucking you and the position allowed, your hands would be on his ass. soft and plump. although he had a leaner figure now, his ass never changed.

“do you now? mhmm that sounds good to me.”

“well bend over darling, what are you waiting for?”

“yes ma’am.” making a silly gesture with his fingers, like a captain, your little captain.

he lazily slumped onto the bed, reaching out for one of the pillows and sliding it down so he could rest his head on it, stretching like a cat, arching his back and bringing that ass up while giving you those puppy eyes. “‘m ready.”

“i don’t think you are.” you argued, more to put him in his place, but he did need you to get him ready, he couldn’t take the strap after all that time with no prep. you didn’t want to hurt him, not in that way anyway, he’d get his punishment for being such a brat in other ways. “and lose the attitude mister, ‘s not getting you anywhere.”

“maybe i like it when you get mad.” he smirked.

“oh yeah? we’ll see about that.” you could hear a giggle in response. oh he was getting his ass not only fucked but spanked tonight.

you put the strap on yourself, he didn’t even help you already in position waiting to be filled up, so impatient. you weren’t planning on using it just yet though.

you positioned yourself behind him. what a fucking sight. his ass was begging, looking all round and perfect from the way he had his thighs stuck together. you couldn’t wait any longer to get your hands on him, as much as you had the whole ‘i’m mad’ act on, it was just too pretty.

“come on love, i know you want to taste me…”

that earned him his first slap of the night. but it wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it. you couldn’t see but the moment your palm collided with his delicate pale skin his dick twitched and got even harder. he didn’t need to touch it, not yet, maybe not even at all. he could cum just from you fucking him. but it would be nice to take care of his throbbing cock as well…hmm…he’d leave it up to you. either way, he would get what he wanted all along. that is, his ass fucked.

you rubbed over the skin beginning to redden, leaning down to give it a kiss, to make it all better. he hummed at the feeling but it quickly turned into a hiss when you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh, sucking down harshly to make sure a mark would be left behind, a reminder for him, every time he would sit down for the next few days he’d remember why it hurt, because of what, of whom. you.

you didn’t stop at just one, you made sure the whole area got a bit of tough love, leaving him adorned in red patches, some of them deepening, the blood in the bruise turning a purplish-blue already.

“beautiful.” you said out loud, not to him, to yourself, looking at the marks you left on him.

“my ass?” he laughed, hugging the pillow tighter to himself.

“mhm…your ass, my ass now.”

“i like how that sounds, ‘s all yours princess.”

you ran your hands up his back, sticking your front to it for a moment, to have him close. as you did that the dildo was rubbing over his cheeks. he couldn’t wait.

“fuck me already…please.”

“not yet, be patient.” you warned, scratching his back on your way back up, your nails leaving long red marks on his skin, making him look slimmer somehow, like a corset. he felt it sting. it would sting in the shower too, he thought. he didn’t mind. “open up, pretty boy.”

he reached back, sinking lower into the mattress as he grabbed the skin, a bit too hard. he winced as his fingers dug into the bruises.

“wider, if you will.”

“like this?” he questioned, his grip adjusting to be deeper, so he could expose himself more for you.

“yes, good boy, that’s perfect.”

he didn’t have time to react to your praise, his mind focused on how the spit dripping from your mouth felt on his puckered hole and how it dribbled down over the skin connecting it to his balls, tickling as it clung to the hairs down there. you watched as he clenched around nothing from the sensation, catching him off guard. he gasped when he felt your hot breath against him, so close. he almost wanted to just push back and get you to touch him already. but the wait was exciting in some way, not knowing when exactly he’d get your touch.

he was snapped out of his thoughts when your tongue suddenly poked at him, going over the ridges of skin around the tight muscle. he was too tense, you thought. if he wanted that strap in him he’d have to loosen up. or, of course, he’d get you to do that as well. as soon as your tongue started prodding at his entrance he couldn’t stop himself from moaning. he could come just from that, but he would have to hold off. it felt good, but being filled up felt better.

“is that good baby boy?” you asked, your mouth still close to him, just ghosting over the area.

“yes mommy…f-fuck- ‘s better than i remember.”

“i’m glad. gotta get you to loosen up if you want the strap, relax for mommy.”

he eventually did relax, just a few minutes of you working on him was enough to get his hole to open up more, you could properly stick your tongue in there. you went to fondle with his balls, hand slipping lower, brushing his cock hanging in between his legs, but he rejected it.

“no momma…don’t touch me…i’ll cum.”

“and what if you cum? you don’t get to tell me what do to.”

“but i don’t wanna cum.” he protested.

“really? then why are we doing this at all?”

“not yet…i don’t wanna cum yet, you said you’d fuck me…please.” he pleaded, but you liked hearing him beg for it, things don’t come so easy just because he said so.

“you wanna be filled up by mommy, huh?”

“ye-ohh- yes, please.” his words getting cut off by a whimper escaping his throat as your finger slipped into him.

“how bad?”

“i need it, so bad, pretty please.”

“think can you take more?”

“yes.”

you retreated your finger, only to probe at his needy little hole with two of your digits instead. they slipped in with ease. he moaned in delight as you curved them inside to rub his prostate just right, grunting quietly when you started scissoring them to loosen him up even more, eventually adding a third. it was tight, but you worked them inside gently, sliding them in and out, focusing right at his entrance.

“ughhh, babe, i’m ready, just fuck me already.”

“mister turner if you tell me what to do one more time you’re getting gagged.” he could be brattier than that at times, the gag was originally bought with the intention of being used on you, but it ended up stuffed in his mouth more often than not. that way you could still hear his pretty sounds without the attitude, when you didn’t feel like putting up with it.

“if that means you’ll be inside me sooner then go ahead.”

“shut up. flip.” you removed your fingers from him, watching his hole pucker, closing back up. he wasn’t as ready as he could’ve been, but if he was the one that would have to deal with the pain.

he eagerly threw himself on his back, smiling at you, his eyes begging through the hair that fell onto his face sticking to his forehead.

“no, mommy wants you to ride it.”

“but-”

“no buts, you asked for it, only fair you do the work.”

he didn’t try to fight any more, you had a point after all, but he liked being lazy, it’s always better when you did it.

he positioned himself over you, sitting on your thighs, his hand playing absent-mindedly with the toy. he shifted for a second to grab the lube from the drawer, squeezing it on the pink dildo and rubbing it on the whole length. you were watching him carefully, how his hand wrapped around it as his own dick was propped up, untouched, in the crook of your thigh, over the leather strapped to your hips, leaking precum that dripped onto your skin, feeling it get cold and sticky. he was preparing to sit on it when you tutted. you changed your mind again, wanted to see his cute ass while he bounced on you.

“turn around pretty boy.”

“fine.” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “but can i have a kiss first?” making that kitten like pout he knew you couldn’t resist. he leaned down and approached you, humming in pleasure when your lips touched his, quickly deepening it by sticking his tongue out to beg for entrance. you tasted minty, made sense since you’d already got into bed. you broke the kiss and told him to go on and do as you said, he got his kiss.

“happy?” he asked after settling down on the bed, each one of his feet on either side of your hips, the fake cock snug between his cheeks from how he sat down.

you hummed in response and prompted him to get ready by tapping the underside of his thighs.

he squeezed some more of the lube on his fingers and reached behind to slather it on, pushing his fingers inside for one last time before he took a hold of the dildo and aligned it with his hole.

he squatted down, feeling the tip push inside him, his mouth hanging slack at the feeling. he stayed like that for a moment to let the pain subside, it hurt but it was so much pleasure at the same time, the throbbing he felt inside from the wide head opening him up. you fought the urge to just lift your hips and fill him up completely, to the brim.

you let him set the pace for now, seeing him gently sink down, all the pink disappearing into him, hearing his breathing stop as he was focusing on the euphoric sensation spreading through his body.

“fuckkk.” he groaned as he felt himself touching your hips, the toy fully deep inside of him.

“is that good, does mommy’s big strap feel good filling you up so much?”

“o-ohh, that feels so good.” he started moving slowly, first just grinding his hips against you, getting used to having something so big so deep inside of him after so long. but it was heavenly. he was already thinking about how he’d be so down bad after this that he’d beg you to fuck him more often. and he’d make sure to pay you back good. or perhaps it was the waiting that made it feel so good? either way, he snapped back to reality when he felt your hips buck up, driving the toy even deeper, he swore he felt it in his stomach. well, that was not possible, it wasn’t that big, but the fact that he couldn’t see you in this position, couldn’t see your face, your reactions, the thoughts behind your eyes, it made it all the more exciting and unexpected.

“come on baby, i wanna see you move, be momma’s good boy.” you encouraged, knowing he often got lost in his thoughts, and you didn’t wanna go too hard on him, you told him to work for it so why would you do anything.

he rested his hands on your thighs to get some more stability, those big thighs of his own not as strong as they once were, he needed a little help. he slowly raised himself so only the tip was still inside, almost slipping out if it weren’t for your hand going to keep it in place as he sunk back down, throwing his head back, moaning as he set the pace, making sure to keep it pretty for you, his back arched, accentuated by those almost bloody scratches you left earlier.

“so. fucking. good.” he blabbered between whimpers and grunts. “thank you.”

“you’re going so good baby, look amazing like that, i missed seeing you like this.” you praised. the view was fucking phenomenal. and he only made it better when, as he got a bit more confident, he brought his hands up from your thighs to his hair, tangling his fingers through the already messy brown locks, pulling on them and turning his head to face you, blissed out expression on his face, almost smiling through his open mouth that never stopped letting out breathy moans. you felt like you were indeed watching a pornstar.

you couldn’t stop yourself, he was so much, you just couldn’t hold back anymore. you gripped his hips, seeing his face contort in pain as your fingers dug into the already bruised skin, sure to tint it even more. there was nothing like the insatiable pleasure he was feeling combined with the pain. you started by shifting your hips, meeting each of own his downwards movements with a thrust, but not even that was enough, you wanted him so cock drunk he’d be fucked into next week, completely a mess for you. you kept his hips in place and started pounding into him, his hand falling on your stomach to keep his balance.

“is this how you wanted to get fucked? this what you were asking for”

“oh yes, fuck, don’t stop please, i’m getting close.”

“want me to touch you now?”

“mhmm.”

as soon as your hand touched his dick, so wet, so swollen from being deprived of any contact until now, he thought he’d bust all over your fingers, blabbering stuff about how good it felt, all filled up, how good you fucked him. but what sealed the deal was when he started touching himself, his hands going up his tummy to find his nipples, squeezing them in between his fingers, like a slut. it drove him over the edge. you felt him twitch in your hand and if you’d had a real cock instead of that dildo inside him you could’ve probably felt him contract and squeeze around it as his orgasm hit him.

“that’s it, come for mommy, come all over my hand just like that.”

it wasn’t just on your hand, the orgasm was so good that when he shot his load it went all over him, the powerful spurts reaching up to his chest. you squeezed him until the last drop but he didn’t go completely soft in your hand…what if?

“think you can take another one?” you proposed, continuing to stroke him, overstimulating him, making him wince at the feeling, his used up hole still pulsating around the toy that now stopped moving, but he didn’t have the strength to get off of it. he nodded in response to your question. “come on, get on your tum, let me take care of you.”

he rolled over, whispering something you couldn’t make out as the toy slid out and left him feeling empty again. he could take another one, yes. he hugged his pillow once again and wiggled his ass in the air for you. he still had enough energy to be playful, though not for long.

you leaned down on top of him, your tits brushing his sweaty back as you left kisses on the sides of his neck, down to his shoulders. he gasped loudly as you suddenly pushed inside of him again. god, he would come quickly, he already felt it in his stomach. in this position you could hit all his spots just right, better than when he was on top, that’s why he loved it so much more.

“feel nice?”

he could no longer muster up a reply, it was so much, he could only think of your strap going in and out, in and out, stretching him open, and the way his cock was brushing against the sheets each time your hips collided with his ass, fucking him into the mattress. he wanted to scream because of how good it felt, but it was late. he couldn’t do that. he resorted to biting down on the pillow, drooling around it as you kept pounding him into oblivion, giving him praises he couldn’t even hear properly, his mind only registering the lewd sounds coming from in between your bodies.

he came. he didn’t even feel how the sticky cum shot all over his tummy again, staining the sheets as he fell limp on the bed. he could just feel his asshole pulsating, contracting around the toy until you slipped it out to look at it gaping, trying to close around nothing. what a view. you should do this more often.

you removed the strap from yourself, leaning down next to him. he was lying on the bed, teeth still biting down on the cotton cover, his eyes closed.

“al? you okay baby?” you asked, stroking his hair from his face and brushing his lips gently to get him to loosen up the grip he had. nothing. “alex? talk to me please.”

“good.” was all he said, struggling to move his hand to give you a thumbs up.

“was that too much? did i push you too hard?”

he shook his head to say no and untangled one of his arms from around the pillow he was holding to drape it over you, tugging on your shoulder as a sign that he wanted you close to him now. you stayed like that for a moment until he calmed down.

“that was just what i needed. not too much darling, just perfect. thank you.” he whispered in your ear, making you smile as you felt him smile against your skin as he had his head pushed into the crook of your neck.

“i’ll get something to clean you up. wanna change the sheets?”

“no fucking way i’m getting up from this bed.” he laughed “leave ‘em.”

“alright, i’ll just be a minute.”

once you were done cleaning his back you struggled to turn him over, he was acting like a baby and didn’t want to move. to be fair you did fuck him good so it’s understandable, but he was heavier than he looked. eventually you cleaned him all up, and yourself from where some of his mess got on you.

“doll, can i ask you for one more thing?”

“don’t tell me you wanna go again now?” you joked, you knew he was spent.

“you’re funny.” he giggled “will you open the window please?”

“alex, it’s cold outside.”

“no it’s not…pleaseee.” he begged, so prettily, or maybe you were just weak when you saw him naked and adorable in bed.

“fine. but you’re staying under the sheets with me, you’ll get sick.

“mhmm, fine. whatever you say.”

you opened the window, as he wished, and settled down in bed next to him, covering him with your blanket but he protested, saying it’s too warm, that he’d just use the sheet. you knew he would discard it during the night either way, so you let him be.

“i love you, alex.” you whispered to him, hugging him from behind.

he liked being the little spoon, especially after a night like this, it felt comforting to feel your leg draped over his waist, or your arm falling over his shoulders.

“love you too darling, i’ll pay you back soon.”

“how ‘bout the morning?” you suggested.

“baby with the bruises you left on me i don’t think i’ll have it in me to even get out of bed in the morning.”

a/n: PEGGING. for lovely moon. prequel to ‘Silk Skin, Soft Lips”

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We Taste Good Together

you ‘take care’ of sad humbug alex

warnings: sub!alex, smut, basically pwp, mommy kink (like once), oral (m/f receiving), fingering (m receiving), a bit of choking, piv, idk probably more

word count: 2.8k

he’s always been so delicate and he never hides that fact, well, not around you. he surrenders himself to you, he gets off from not knowing what it is you will do to him this time, or the next, or the next. whether you are in charge, or you let him be in charge of things, he still keeps that fragility.

this time you were left at home, unattended to, all day, all alone, waiting for him to come back, to feel him, to hold him. and when he does come back and you see him as he slumps down on the settee, not saying a word to you, you know something is wrong. he tends to close himself off, to not talk about whatever it is that’s bothering him. he feels like he can’t put his thoughts in order, his mind riddled with so much all at once. but you know how to comfort him.

you sit next to him and start by petting him, almost like you would a tiny kitten, and he responds as such, leaning into you with his eyes closed.

“wanna tell me about it, baby?” you ask him, but he just shakes his head ‘no’. “you want me to relax you?” and this time he accepts the offer, his only word being “please.”

you quickly hug him into your chest before taking his hand in yours and guiding him to the bathroom. you start running a bath for him and wait, leaned back against the tub, for him to undress. he eventually gets in and silently begs you with his eyes to follow him into the water. you comply, quickly discarding your pyjamas onto the floor and getting in behind him. you wash his soft hair for him, feeling him hum in content as you rake your fingers through the roots. you could never get enough of this, you adored his hair, would never pass up an opportunity to play with it for as long as possible. you continue by washing his body, massaging his shoulders and going down, you hear a soft whimper coming from him as your hands go over his chest, purposefully grazing his nipples with your fingers. you don’t go any further than that for now though, that was just to show him your intentions of what’s to come. you rinse off both of your bodies before getting out and wrapping yourself, and him, in your matching soft robes, picked by him, of course.

he gets up on the bed and sits cross legged, expecting you to come to him. you sit behind him and hug him, engulfing his small frame entirely. he smelt like a baby, skin soft like one too. you roughly dry his hair and begin braiding it, he loves it when you do that, even if he never wears it out tied. after you are done, his neck is practically screaming for your touch, all on display. so you press a soft kiss there. as your hands slowly go from his shoulders down his chest, under the robe, he leans back into you, dropping his head in the nook between your collarbone and your jaw, and nudges your neck with his nose. his breathing on your skin combined with his hair tickling slightly you were like little electric shocks. he puts one of his hands over yours, that was caressing the subtle patch of hair in the middle of his chest, and guides it down his body, over his belly button and lower, until you could feel the hair down there touching your fingertips.

“is this what you wanted?” you whisper in his ear as you take his dick in your hand and start stroking him slowly. he isn’t hard all the way but that won’t take long. as your other hand plays with his nipples, one of his most sensitive and favourite areas, you can feel him getting more and more aroused, his length twitching under your touch and his mouth parting when you pull on his foreskin slightly and rub your thumb over his head. you could feel yourself practically dripping, your wetness going onto your thighs due to the fact that you were wearing just the robe, but this wasn’t about you, not yet.

you wanted to see him, to see how he broke all because of you. so you stopped your movements and switched places, guiding him down onto the bed on his back, settling between his legs on your knees. he looks so pretty like that, with his hair braided, little pieces sticking out here and there, all spread out for you. you lean forward to kiss him, couldn’t help yourself. he tastes heavenly, as always, like cigarettes and you can tell he chewed some of that blueberry gum you gave him, probably on his way home, but the taste still lingers on his tongue. your hand sneaks between your bodies and you begin stroking him again, leading to him breaking the kiss to moan against your mouth. you kiss your way down his body, once you get to that area you just nuzzle your nose into his pubic hair. although you just had a bath, it still smells like him, so good. you are addicted to that scent he has, if you could, you would sleep just like that every night, face smooshed against his dick, nose buried in there.

you get on with it, feeling as if you would die if you don’t get your little mouth filled with his cock soon, and he was aching for it as well. you spit directly onto the head, keeping your tongue out for him to watch it drip, drip, drip…until you give him a lick, a kiss, and finally, open nice and wide for him and take him into your warm mouth, made just for him. he is big, really big, so big that sometimes the corners of your mouth split a bit from stretching so much around him. and it stings so good. you wrap your lips tightly around his tip and suck, running your tongue through his slit, making him buck his hips up but instead of pushing further down your throat, his cock goes into one side of your mouth and he groans as he watches your cheek stretch from his bulging tip. you love deepthroating him so after a going up and down his length a few times, you stop for a moment to prepare, keeping the stimulation going with your hand.

“are you feeling better baby?” you asked, but you didn’t need an answer really, plus, he’s already so fucked out he can’t even form words, eyes closed and his mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ shape, chest rising rapidly from his breathing, he just humms a quiet “mhmm”.

you take that as your chance to surprise him, taking one of your fingers in your mouth to wet it well. so as you’re going back down on him, taking him so deep his trimmed hair tickles your nostrils, you push the finger inside of him, and you’ll never forget the image of him arching his back like a cat, his neck stretching so much you can see the movement in his throat as he groans loudly, his hand going to your hair, making a mess of it as he grabbed harshly onto it. you keep him there, almost crying because of how he brushed the back of your throat with his fat tip, only moving that finger, hitting his weak spot, quite literally, repeatedly. he’s the one to break the moment, pulling you off him by the hair, letting his heavy cock fall out of your mouth onto his belly and just saying “stop stop stop” muffled by his panting.

“is it not good? what’s wrong? do you want me to stop baby, we can stop anytime i’m sorry-“ he cuts you off immediately “no, no, it’s good, so, fuckkkk-“ the words get stuck in his throat as you take your finger out of him. he moves his hand from your hair to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the soft fuzz there he loves so much.

“you’re perfect just…i wanna be inside you” he says shyly, almost sounding embarrassed for wanting to ask. “can i, please?” and he gives you those warm puppy eyes you can never say no to. not that you’d want to say no, you love his dick.

“of course” you say, going to give him a kiss on his cheek. “whatever my perfect good looking boy wants, he gets” and you peck his lips softly.

you move to straddle him and you can feel yourself dripping onto him as your pussy is rubbing over his cock, and it feels so good you swear you could cum if you just kept doing that while looking at his face, all sweaty, and those pretty eyelashes blinking at you, but you hover over him and reach between your bodies so position him at your entrance. finally you sink down, taking him all inside of your tight hole, your eyes rolling as you feel the burning stretch from how big he is, both moaning in unison. you take a moment to get used to the feeling, his hands rubbing your thighs, going up your body to cup your breasts and you whimper as he touches your nipples. you lean forward so your bodies are almost stuck together and start grind against him slowly while kissing his neck, hearing every little sound he makes from how close you are to him.

“faster” he says. needy little bitch, isn’t he now? you bite onto his shoulder, signalling to him that he forgot his place. “please mommy” and with those words, you kiss over the teeth marks left indented in his skin, getting back up. you start to bounce up and down, the sounds of his dick sliding into you obscene. “like this?” he doesn’t respond “tell me or i’ll stop” you demand. “yes, yes, oh fuck, that’s perfect, thank you” you love his whiny voice, when you’re fucking him so good he just spits out any words he can think of cause he feels too good, you make him feel too good.

“fuck al, you’re so big” interrupted by a moan coming out of your mouth when you move so that his dick touches that spot “so deep” and your bounces start to get weaker, your legs giving up on you. you’re close, you just need a little more and you’ll be coming all over his cock. he notices, grabbing your hips and lifting you up slightly so he can start thrusting into you, determined to get you there, he always wants to make you cum first, he gets off knowing he can make you feel good. he’s fast, and hard, and his hand that sneaked to rub your clit is making you lose all composure. you’re about to collapse over him from how good he’s fucking you but instead you steady yourself by wrapping your hands around his neck and you can feel his cock twitch inside of you when you apply that bit of pressure, his lips parted and flushed and plump, so delicious…you need to feel them. as you’re running your tongue over them, all you can hear is the sound of skin slapping, his balls bouncing off your ass each time he slams into you. all that combined with your nipples rubbing against his chest at the same pace is just too much. you cum, hard, biting his lip, maybe a bit too hard than you would’ve if you weren’t in the middle of one of an orgasm, because when you pull back you can see a bit of blood starting to appear through the drool that dripped there from your mouth.

he stopped his movements for a bit, as to not overwhelm you, but he didn’t cum yet, so until you’re ready for him again you decide to mess with him, blowing some air directly onto his sensitive messed up lips and he winces “fuck that hurts” he mumbles “but you love it” you say, knowing he does “i do, i love it” and he gives you a small kiss “and i love you” he adds, followed by another sweet peck.

he’s still painfully hard, he needs to cum, so he lets you know by slightly bucking his hips into your pussy. “take me however you want alex” you tell him. he flips you around and hugs your back into his chest, laying you both down on the bed on your sides. he’s so needy, he loves feeling as much of you as possible, like he’d want you to morph into one. he buries his face in your neck and starts to leave kisses and small bites as he fucks you from behind, his hands around you, one playing with one of your breasts and the other spread on your stomach, pressing down slightly in a way so he can feel every time his dick fills you up. the added pressure feels so delicious for you, making him feel even bigger inside. his hand quickly goes up from your breast and he nudges your lips with his fingers, a sign for you to make space for them in your mouth, so you open up and suck them. he brings them back down to rub your nipple, but it’s not going to be enough. he gets faster and more erratic with his thrusts, completely engulfed in the need to cum, chasing his release. you’re not quite there yet, but you don’t mind, he already made you cum once, this was supposed to be about him anyway.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, you feel so good, best fucking pussy ever” and with the feeling of his teeth biting into your neck, he cums. you can feel it warming you up inside, filling you up to the brim, fucking it deep into you. it’s so much though, you can already feel some of it leaking out around his softening dick and he does his last soft thrusts. he slips out of you as he collapses back on the bed.

you turn around to look at him, chest rising as he’s breathing, all blissed out and fucked. when he opens his eyes and sees you looking at him, he quickly gets up and slides between your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs.

“gorgeous” he says, admiring your pussy, puffed and wet, with his cum leaking out. “can i?” he asks. and who are you to say no. he looks gorgeous too, with his hair tied back, those big eyes between your legs, the best sight to have. he starts by gathering some of the cum that was about to drip on the bed and stuffing it back in before his mouth connects to your core. he doesn’t hold back from letting you know how much he loves eating you out, groaning against your pussy and the vibrations spread all throughout your body, making you moan in response.

he laps at his own cum mixed with yours from earlier. “we taste good together.” and those words turn you on so fucking much, you grab his head and shove it closer to you, his nose nudging hard against your clit. “you’re filthy” you say, coming out breathy and weak from how good he was making you feel. the feeling of his smirk drives you insane. “we do.” he adds. he breaks contact for a second, just so he can slip his hand in there, spreading your lips so he can fuck you deeper with his tongue. “slut” you mumble, and it doesn’t go unnoticed, of course, he just says a quiet “mhmm”, the sound muffled by how close you were holding him to yourself. it doesn’t take much longer until you’re coming all over his face, grinding your hips against it, your hand scratching at his roots as a sign for him to stop as it starts being too much. he just gives you a few more licks to clean everything up and back up to kiss you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, a smidge of his own taste left in there. you can’t help but agree. “we do taste good together, you’re right baby”.

you hold him tight to you, his head resting on the space between your breasts, you’d stay like that forever. you take his hair tie out, raking through his hair with your fingers, and you place a little kiss to the top of his head. even after all of that he still smells like a baby. he’s already falling asleep on top of you, but you don’t mind, he’s tiny so it feels perfect. you stretch to grab the duvet and cover yourselves up, reaching out to turn off the side lamp. you say a quiet “goodnight al”, not knowing if he’d even hear you or if he was gone gone, but he was still awake because you can hear him saying a tired mumbled “goodnight darling, love you”.

a/n: this is just what’s been eating at my brain for quite a while so maybe someone else enjoys it, sorry if it’s bad it’s the first time i post something. also not proofread properly.

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I Know You Want To Taste Me

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