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[soulofapatrick]

Behind Closed Doors - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: Henry is in your bed having sneaked into the Whitehouse with the help of Amy and it's been nearly six months since you've seen each other

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut; very gay smut; anal fingering; anal sex; blowjobs; fluff

Y/N’s POV

The laptop screen flickers to life, casting a cold, bluish hue across the dimly lit room. On the screen, Prince Henry is the epitome of regal composure, his posture immaculate, his expression stoic and controlled. The tension in his shoulders is palpable, the lines etched on his forehead telling tales of the countless responsibilities that rest on his shoulders. His azure eyes, although mesmerising, appear guarded, a perpetual veil of restraint concealing the depths of his emotions. The smile that graced his lips is a well practiced one, polite and diplomatic, but it never truly reaches his eyes, leaving them to shimmer with a distant glint. 

I glance away from the screen to the very same Prince fast asleep beside me. The contrast striking. 

Here, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Prince Henry is just Henry. He’s a world away from the formalities of his public and royal life. He lies on his side, his body sprawled in a relaxed, unguarded manner that defies the rigid protocols of royalty. His chest rises and falls in a gentle, even rhythm, his breaths syncing with the tranquility of the moment. The meticulously coiffed hair that graced my screen is now a disheveled mess, each strand of his golden locks framing his face in wild abandon. His cheeks are tinged with a natural, healthy flush, a stark contrast to the pale veneer he often wears in public. 

As I observe him, I can’t help but notice the subtle shifts in his expression as he dreams. The stoic mask he wears for the world has slipped away, revealing the true Prince Henry beneath. A small, contented smile plays on his lips, and it’s genuine - unburdened by the expectations of diplomacy. It’s a smile that comes from the heart. In his slumber, he’s just a man, stripped of titles and obligations, free to express his emotions without restraint. 

I can’t help myself, reaching out and gently brushing my fingers against his cheek, marvelling at the softness of his skin and the warmth beneath. He stirs slightly, nuzzling his face into the pillow, seeking comfort and letting out a small snuffle before those beautiful eyes flutter open sleepily.

The cool, distant glint in his azure eyes has been replaced with a sense of serenity and vulnerability. He blinks a few times, adjusting to the soft lighting in the room, and then he turns his gaze towards me. It’s a moment of unspoken connection, as if we share a secret, a world of our own. 

With a lazy, contented smile, Henry reaches out to gently take my laptop from my hands, placing it on the bedside table. Then, in a slow and deliberate move, he grips the front of my pyjama shirt and tugs until I find myself hovering over him. 

Our lips meet in a tired, yet passionate kiss. It’s a kiss that speaks of comfort and love. Our mouths move together, synchronised in a dance of affection, and I can taste the lingering sweetness of sleep on his lips. It’s a gentle, unhurried kiss, having all the time in the world as no one knows he’s here in America or the Whitehouse let alone half naked in my bed.

Henry’s hands, warm and exploring, roam over my back, causing a shiver to run down my spine. His blunt nails trail sensually, raking down my skin in a way that elicits a gasp from me. It’s a delightful mix of pleasure and surprise, encouraging him further. He seizes the opportunity, slipping his tongue past my parted lips, deepening the kiss. Our tongues dance together, an intricate and passionate tango, conveying desire and longing. The taste of him, mingled with the faintest hint of mint from his toothpaste, is intoxicating. 

My hands, guiding by instinct and desire, find their way to his tousled hair, My fingers thread through the golden strands, and I revel in the sensation of the soft, silken locks between my fingertips. Our bodies press closer together, the heat and desire building between us like an irresistible force. 

Suddenly, in a move that leaves me breathless, Henry flips us over, his body now hovering above mine. His lips trail down from my mouth to my neck, and I’m arching into his touch, granting him better access, a soft man escaping my lips. His hands find my hips, pressing them into the mattress to keep them still, a silent declaration of his intentions. His warm breath against my skin as he places tender kisses along the sensitive curve of my neck. Each kiss sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body, and I clutch the sheets beneath us, my heart pounding with anticipation and my dick jumps in my boxers. 

Henry’s movements are deliberate, and his plump lips leave a trail of fire in their wake as they journey downward from my neck. Each kiss, every brush of his mouth against my skin, sends a surge of pleasure radiating through my body. As his lips continue their descent, I arch my back, offering more of my chest, and a soft sigh escapes my lips. His hands, still on my hips, hold me firmly in place when his thumbs dip under the waistband of my boxers. I can’t stop the whimper or the way my hips jerk when he grazes his teeth down my lower stomach. 

“Now, now Darling,” Henry murmurs, voice a velvet whisper that washes over me like a soothing balm. It’s gentle and loving, a stark contrast to the passionate urgency of our actions. His words are tender, carrying an undertone of teasing and deep affection, “Be a good boy for me.”

“Fuuuckkkk,” I’m throwing my head back when he mouths over my almost painful erection, the thin layer of my boxers making me want to scream, “Hen, please.” I’m whining and he’s grinning up at me through those pretty eyelashes, eyes dark and wanting. He’s tugging my boxers down my thighs and discarding them somewhere to my left before he’s mouthing at my hips and inner thighs. Lips trailing across every bit of skin except where I want him… where I need him. 

Then suddenly, his tongue is on my lower stomach, lapping at the precum leaking onto my bare skin from the teasing and it takes everything in me not to grab his hair and stop this teasing or he will just drag it out even more. I think I let out a strangled sound, too loud for these walls when Henry finally wraps those fantasy inducing lips around the head of my aching dick as he also shoves three fingers in my mouth to muffle the sounds. Obediently, I begin to suck on them, lathering them up with saliva while he teases his tongue over the frenulum and hollowing out his cheeks. 

Before long his fingers are slipping from my lips and are circling my entrance, my whole body tensing in anticipation which has Henry pulling away, “Darling, you need to relax.”

He pushes a finger pass the tight ring of muscles at the same time swallowing me down whole, my body jerking with pain and pleasure. His free hand is rubbing soothing circles against my hip, trying to relax me enough for him to add another finger and loosen me up enough. His throat constricts, trying to gag around me and I have to throw a hand over my mouth as my older brother’s room is just next door. 

Almost too soon he’s pulling away, drawing himself up and his azure eyes meet mine, a silent question there. I don’t reply, wrapping my legs around his waist and finally tangling my hands in his soft locks to drag him into an almost bruising kiss. Somewhere between him stripping me and now he’s rid himself of his boxers. His right hand caresses my cheek while his other moves to help guide himself in place, the tip pushing past the ring of muscles. I can’t help but tense up at the intrusion but then his lips are on mine, sweet and delicate, coaxing whimpers from me as he slowly pushes into me. 

“It’s okay Darling,” He cooes against my lips, “That’s it Sweetheart, just breathe.” He finds my hands, intertwining our fingers as he begin to rock his hips, watching my face for my reaction. I can’t stop the wince, hips twitching as Henry tries to find a steady rhythm, his lips parted and eyes fluttering shut for a second, breath coming out in gasps as he seems to be holding himself back to not hurt me. The sight of him like this and stretch of him filling me oh so full has my dick twitching between us and his eyes fly open again. It’s a prickling sensation, somewhere between pain and pleasure and has me needing something more. 

“Henry, please.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, clenching around his thick length and rocking my hips down to meet his, drawing out a low sound from him and his head falls against my shoulder. 

“Darling,” He moans out, pushing back in quickly, hitting that bundle of nerves that has my hips jerking and him grinning into the crook of my neck. My hands scrabble for purchase when his grip my hips again, settling in his hair and raking down his back. It’s not just the physical connection with Henry as our bodies intertwine, it’s as if time itself slows down and we exist in a world of our own making. Every touch, every caress, carries the weight of emotions that can’t be expressed in words. 

Every rock of his hips hits that bundle of nerves, and I can’t help rocking my hips up to meet his, my back arching into every movement. I’m sure I’m speaking, sounds leaving my throat as Henry picks up his pace, making me see stars. 

“Kiss me.” I hear myself whine and Henry’s chest rumbles with  a broken chuckle before his lips brush teasingly against mine. His hands grip my hips almost bruisingly, pulling my hips down to meet his harsh thrusts as that knot in my stomach begins to tighten. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as out bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his blond locks sticking to his forehead, pale skin flushing as he makes love to me. Henry and I have had sex and made love before but this feels different, more intimate somehow as he whispers sweet nothings against my neck, nose nuzzling my jaw and lips soft and breath hot. The coil in my stomach tightening as he lets my hands go to wrap around me and pull me closer to him, my hands finding his hair and tugging his lips back to mine as a sound leaves his kiss swollen lips again. It’s all hot and heavy and sensual, full of love and passion and a promise of forever. 

“Almost there Baby,” he’s murmuring and I think I’ve lost the ability to speak as all I can do is nod so fast I think I’m going to break my neck. I’m whimpering, my hands trying to fins purchase on his back, nails raking almost painfully down his smooth and muscular skin. One of his hands ghost down my chest and stomach to wrap around my throbbing erection, barely making one full jerk before that coil snaps and I’m crying his name with no care for how loud we are. My whole body convulses and shakes as my vision whites out and I’m clamping around him. He bites down on my bottom lip almost painfully as he comes, his seed filling me up. The aching pain of him pulsating inside me makes me almost come again, a new feeling that adds to the pleasure and I think I might pass out from the bliss of it all. 

“Baby, hey, Y/N.” Henry’s murmurs to me and his thumbs soothing my cheeks gently, “There you ar pretty boy.” He peppers kisses all over my face, and I can't help but let out an almost embarrassing giggle, despite our passionate activities just moments ago. His hips are still moving in gentle circles of overstimulation against mine, but his focus now is solely on me, his affectionate touches like a soothing balm.

"BREAKFAST WHEN YOU TWO ARE DONE!" Alex pounds his fists on my door, making me jump, and I instinctively tense up, causing us both to wince. Henry carefully pulls out, his gaze never leaving mine. 

”BE QUIETER NEXT TIME!" June’s voice rings through the door as well, and we exchange amused glances before bursting into quiet laughter.

"Breakfast?" Henry asks softly, his arms wrapping around me as he pulls me close, his warmth enveloping me in a cocoon of love.

I shake my head, my heart full of contentment. "Hell no."

With a loving smile, Henry leans in and captures my lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. It's a kiss that speaks of all the emotions we've shared, the love that binds us, and the intimacy that's brought us even closer.

As our lips part, Henry murmurs, "I love you, Y/N."

I smile back at him, my heart swelling with affection. "I love you too, Henry."

In each other's arms, we drift off to sleep, the world outside forgotten, and our love the only thing that matters. Wrapped in the warmth of our embrace, we know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, we have each other—a love that's deep, passionate, and unbreakable.I’ll deal with the outcome of Alex and June later but for now, it’s just me and Henry and that’s all I need. 

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[supercap2319]

Y/N grinded his teeth together as he watched his Pokémon, Chikorita being pushed back by the powerful attacks of Henry's Empoleon. This battle wasn't going the way Y/N expected it to go.

He was on a journey with his two boyfriends: Alex Claremont Diaz. And Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor. The First Son and Prince of Wales had responsibilities to their respective countries, but also to themselves as well. They headed out with no particular destination in mind, braving the wonderful world of Pokémon.

The three of them would have battles almost every single day to keep their skills sharp. And today was Henry's turn with Y/N while Alex made dinner. They both chose their ace Pokémon partners and even though Y/N had the advantage, there was no denying that Henry had the high ground of a fully evolved Pokémon.

Chikorita was panting as it stared at the towering Emperor Pokémon. It barely survived a combination attack of Drill Peck and Flash Cannon. They got some good hits in with Leaf Storm and Vine Whip, but Empoleon was still standing. Its defense was unbelievable. Henry raised it well. Speaking of which;he was smiling at Y/N. “If this is all you have to offer, then it's not going to be much of a match. You should call it quits now, Luv.”

“This match is far from over, your Majesty. Never underestimate the power of my Chikorita.” Y/N said. Alex chuckled by the lunch table.

“It's your Royal Highness! And fine. Have it your way. Use Hydro Cannon!” Empoleon opened its beak and formed a ball of concentrated water before launching it at the grass starter.

“Go, Chikorita! Use Vine Whip!” the quadrupedal ran towards the incoming attack as the dark-green buds around its neck extended out in two, using the whips to jump up and sail into the air. Henry counted on Y/N doing that. “Use Drill Peck!” The Penguin-looking Pokémon started to spin like a top, beak glowing white, until it spun towards Chikorita.

Y/N anticipated that Henry would anticipate his attack. Without a verbal command and just their eyes, Chikorita dodged by twisting its small body against the invading attack until it was safety away from the bigger Pokémon. It shot its vines at Empoleon’s feet and wrapped them tight. Henry was shocked.

“Now, slam it!” Even though Chikorita was small, it was surprisingly strong for its size. It threw Empoleon onto its back hard on the ground. Empoleon let out a groan of pain. “Empoleon, no!” Henry cried.

“Let's win this. Use Leaf Storm!” Chikorita’s leaf on its head glowed a bright green before it sent a tornado of leaves at the water type.

“Get up and use Flash Cannon!” Henry said.

Empoleon rose to its feet at the last second, shot a beam of silver energy in contrast to the green leaves. Both attacks slammed into each other with no clear sign of a winner. They pushed and pulled until finally both attacks exploded into a powerful smoke. When it cleared, both Chikorita and Empoleon were both still standing and before they could attack again, Alex held up his hand.

“That's good for today. Lunch is ready.” He walked towards them, carrying Y/N's Fuecoco in his arms. “And I don't want you guys to miss out on my homemade Tamales.”

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[male-fictioner]

Red White & Royal Blue

Alex Claremont-Diaz

Henry Fox

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[clarks-letterman]

since i just saw red white and royal blue and both actors are verryyyy fine and i am a male reader blog… can yall get what im hinting at👀

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[thebisexualdogdad]

I blame rwrb fir this. But 11 from the kisses thing you reblogged. With Benji and gabi’s brother but instead of work it’s a dinner with the girls? If you want to that is.

11. a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later''

Benji Rodriguez x male Diamond!reader

"Benj come on, we're supposed to be at Gabi and Sofia's apartment in fifteen minutes!" You shout to your boyfriend who's changed his outfit three times already, "you know we are just having dinner with our sisters right not going out to the club."

"Ever since they found out I'm gay they've been trying to set us up," Benji says poking his head out from his bedroom, "and tonight we're telling them we're dating so my outfit has to be perfect."

"Babe I promise you they are going to be too busy freaking out over being future sister in laws to notice what you're wearing," you laugh, "and besides you look amazing in everything."

A few seconds later Benji finally steps out from his bedroom in a simple suit and tie.

"Ready, now how do I look," he says, doing a spin for you.

"Incredibly handsome as always, just like I said," you smile, stepping towards him and giving him a sweet kiss.

"Okay let's go," he says but as he goes to turn to the door you pull him back in by his tie, kissing him again but deeper this time, "who's making us late now?"

"We're late for dinner but let's be later," you smirk, reaching around and grabbing his ass.

"I'm sure Sofia and Gabi won't mind us being a little late," he shrugs.

"Especially when we break the good news to them," you say, kissing down his neck.

"Just don't wrinkle the suit," he laughs as you start moving back towards his bedroom.

"I would never," you chuckle, playing with his belt getting closer and closer to his bed.

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[z0mbieb0ybyersblog]

so........ can we know about that rwrb wip.... :D :D

OF COURSE!!!

‘Baby I’m yours’ (Arctic Monkeys reference 🙈, honestly it was either that or a sixpence none the richer song title, lmao) is a Henry Fox x male reader one-shot request, with a tooth-rooting amount of fluff.

Most definitely not inspired by The Princess and the Bodyguard and First Daughter (lie it is, I'm a sucker for those movies, and a sucker for the royalty x bodyguard trope)

But really I don’t have a big plan for this but I do have some quotes and a few ideas I can share!

Henry wanting more physical affection yet he doesn’t want to overstep

“You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.”

“…This goes beyond what a usual bodyguard would do and I think you’re well aware of that.”

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[bulkyphrase]

Hi there, question for you: do you filter any tags? What are they, if you don't mind sharing? (even just a yes or no answer is helpful if you don't wish to elaborate)

Just FYI, I'm going around and asking this same question to others in the community (so please don't feel targeted or anything like that), but if you wouldn't mind answering this question, I'd be very curious to know your answer!

If you do answer, please consider tagging your reply "#filtered tags ask" for convenience, and if you're inclined to copy/paste this ask into others' ask boxes, it'd be much appreciated 🙏

I do filter tags! I filter a bunch of tags, actually:

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[simplywylan]

you know what like, really fucking irks me?? like, really gets on my tits and makes me want to scream bloody murder??

it's reader x newt, or female x newt stuff, specifically romantic stuff. from what i have heard and seen, newt is canonically gay. JD said it himself, which is great.

i see povs like this on tiktok all the time, and it makes me want to gag, honestly.

i wanna preface this by saying at the end of the day, TMR was never a romance novel, so it wasn't a needed fact in the books that newt was gay. i don't think it's something JD said after the books/movies to get more views and shit. it was pretty obvious from the get go that newt wasn't exactly the straightest in the glade.

now, taking the fact we know newt is gay, and then knowingly putting him in a relationship with a female is kinda... weird to me. it doesn't vibe, you know?

i know this probably isn't just me who thinks this and i know i'm not over reacting to this. it really makes my skin crawl.

you wouldn't take a character such as henry from RWRB, or alec from Shadowhunters, or whatever other example you can think of, and ship them with a female character even when you know they are gay and ignore their entire sexuality. it's erasure, quite honestly.

it's also similar to only shipping bi characters with one sex and refusing to acknowledge they also are attracted to the other. as an example, callie from greys anatomy, and only shipping her with mark and saying she was better with male relationships and refuse to acknowledge that she ended up happily with a women, and vice versa.

now, newt x reader/newt x female where it ISN'T at all romantic in any way is completely fine. obviously, because it's not erasing any sexuality. and, again, if you identify as male, the newt x reader DOES NOT apply to you - keep on reading them, my friends.

i really wonder if it is just me who thinks this - can other people add in their own thoughts on this so i don't think i'm going crazy? it's weird, right?

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[soulofapatrick]

Freeze Time - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader 

Summary: Late night noodles leads to blowjobs

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: blowjobs; gay; semi-smut; fluff

Notes: I have no idea how noodles led to a blowjob but enjoy

Y/N’s POV

The White House is a far cry from the familiarity and grandeur of Kensington Palace. As I walk in, I’m immediately struck by its simplicity and functionality. The walls are painted a clean, crisp white, and the countertops gleam under the bright overhead lights. The stainless steel appliances stand in stark contrast to the ornate furnishings I’m accustom to at home. The kitchen is spacious, with enough room for a team of chefs to prepare meals for the First Family and their guests. It’s well-organised space, with pots and pans neatly hung on the walls, and a long island in the centre where ingredients are laid out for easy access. It feels more like a professional culinary workspace than a royal palace kitchen. 

I pull out a stool and take a seat at the island, the cool surface beneath my hands a stark reminder that I’m far from the comforts of Kensington. The White House kitchen is an oasis of tranquility compared to the perpetual hustle and bustle of Kensington Palace. Here, in the heart of American power, the quietude is striking. The silence is almost reverent, as if the walls themselves are whispering tales of history and diplomacy. 

Gone are the echoes of footfalls and the distant hum of activity that I’ve grown so accustomed to the corridors of Kensington. In this austere American kitchen, the only sounds that break the silence are the gentle clinking of utensils and the soft sizzle of something cooking on the stove. One lonely cook stays behind, making me some noodles with a soft smile on her face as if she loves her job more than anything else. It’s a stark contrast to the constant movement and chatter that fills the air at home. 

One lonely cook stays behind, her presence a reassuring island in the sea of quietude. She moves with a graceful efficiency, her every action precise and deliberate. Her eyes meet mine, and there's a warmth in her gaze, as if she finds solace in her solitary late-night task. It's as though she loves her job more than anything else, and in that moment, I can't help but admire her dedication. 

With a soft smile, she places a steaming bowl of chicken ramen in front of me. The aroma is intoxicating, the rich scent of broth mingling with the savoury notes of chicken and herbs. The steam curls upwards, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace, dispelling the chill that had settled in my bones. 

I thank her, and she nods before retreating, her footsteps fading into the background as she leaves me alone with the bowl of ramen. As I take the first bite, the flavours explode in my mouth, each ingredient perfectly balanced. The noodles are tender but still have a satisfying bite, and the brother is a symphony of umami, with hints of soy sauce and ginger. It’s a taste of comfort, a reminder of being home and having late night meals with Henry and Bea, and I savour it with every spoonful. 

Just as I’m lost in the delicious embrace of the ramen, I hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching. I turn to see Alex, my heart quickening at the sight of him. His disheveled hair and causal attire are a stark contrast to the polished image he presents to the world. In this quiet, intimate moment, he’s just Alex. 

He smiles as he approaches, his eyes lighting up when he sees the ramen in front of me, ‘Late night noodles, huh?” 

As Alex takes a seat beside me, our shoulders brushing against each other, a warm and tingling sensation spreads through me. It’s as if the simple act of siting next to each other has the poser to chase away any lingering shadows of loneliness or uncertainty. In this moment, the world outside the White House kitchen fades into insignificance, and it’s just the two of us. I watch him with a fondness that never seems to wane, even after all this time. His disheveled hair, slightly tousled from the busy day, only adds to his charm. Gone is the meticulously styles appearance he wears for public events, replaced by a more relaxed and authentic version of Alex. 

He shoots me a mischievous grin as he reaches for a fork and playfully swipes a mouthful of my ramen. His russet eyes meet mine, and there’s a spark of playful flirtation in them, a reminder of the chemistry that has always crackles between us, “Late night noodles are elite.” 

His presence is magnetic, drawing me closer despite the narrow divide between us. I catch a whiff of his familiar scent, a combination of his cologne and the subtle traces of the day’s activities. It’s a scent that’s uniquely his, comforting and inviting. 

As our knees touch under the table, he leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to my ear, “You know, Y/N.” He murmurs, his voice a velvety whisper that sends shivers down my spine, hand large hand falling to my thigh and sending a jolt through me, “I’ve always thought you look especially irresistible when you're enjoying a good bowl of ramen.”

As my cheeks burn with the heat of Alex’s bold statement, his large, warm hand finds its way to my thigh, sending an electrifying jolt through my body. The intimacy of the touch sends my heart racing, and I can’t help but respond to the magnetic pull between us. I turn to him, my breath hitching as I lock eyes with him again. The velvety timbre of his voice still lingers in my ears, and the unspoken desire smoulders in the air. There’s a raw and undeniable chemistry that has always existed between us, and in this moment, it’s impossible to resist. 

With shared intent, we finish the last bites of the ramen, the flavours a backdrop to the escalating tension between us. As the empty bowl is set aside, Alex’s lips find their way to my neck, leaving soft, tentative kisses in their wake. My skin tingles with each gentle press of his lips, and I can feel his warm breath against my sensitive flesh. 

My fingers find their way into his hair, entwining in the soft strands. With a desperate urgently, I yank him closer, my lips seeking his in a kiss that’s fierce and unrelenting. Our mouths crash together, a tumultuous storm of longing and desire. The taste of ramen lingers on our lips as we devour each other, the tension that had simmered between us now ignited into a passionate blaze. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, seeking entrance, and I part my lips eagerly, granting him access. The sensation of his tongue mingling with mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I respond in kind, our mouths locked in a passionate dance that knows no restraint. 

But the, as if overcome by a sudden burst of desire and urgency, Alex pulls away, his eyes  dark and smouldering. He murmurs huskily, his voice laced with longing, “We should take this to the bedroom.” 

His words send a jolt of anticipation through me, and before I can even respond, he grabs my hand with an eagerness that matches my own. Without hesitation, we sprint down the quiet halls of the White House, our footsteps echoing almost too loud in the stillness of the night. Up the stairs we go, each step bringing us closer and closer to his room. The thrill of our urgency intensifies with each step up the grand staircase, my heart racing in tandem with our hurried ascent. The quiet elegance of the White House feels worlds away as we sprint through its hallowed halls, driven by an irresistible need for each other. 

As we reach his bedroom door, Alex doesn’t waste a moment. With a fiery passion that mirrors my own, he shoves me gently against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and dizzy. It’s a kiss that tastes of desire, need, and the years of longing we’ve shared. Our lips move fervently against each other's, a symphony of heat and hunger, and in this stolen moment, I can't help but marvel at the intensity of our connection

With a deft hand, Alex fumbles for the doorknob, his urgency clear as he pushes it open and ushers me inside the bedroom. The soft lamplight casts a warm glow, revealing a room that is very much Alex. Before I can really take in the room Alex’s lips claim mine and he’s guiding me backwards until my thighs hit his bed, and we tumble down together in a tangle of limbs. 

Giggle and gasps escape our lips as we fall onto the soft mattress, the weight of Alex landing on top of me. The bed dips beneath us, and we’re a mess of arms and legs, tangled together in our fervour. The laughter that bubbles up between kisses is infectious, a testament to the joy the fills our hearts in these stolen moments of intimacy. Alex’s hands start their slow descent. With a deliberate slowness that heightens the anticipation, his fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, each revealing a bit more of my skin beneath. 

His lips, still flushed with desire and tasting of the sweet promise of our connection, following the path his hands take. They leave a trail of delicate kisses along my chest, the warmth of his mouth igniting a fire within me. It’s as if each kiss is a silent declaration of his love and longing, a testament to the tenderness we share. 

With a final, lingering kiss at my navel, Alex’s attention shifts lower. His fingers dance skilfully over the button of my jeans, and he slowly, tantalisingly, eases them open. The fabric gives way, revealing the growing desire that has been building beneath. It draws a gasp from me when he traces a line of hot, moist kisses along the exposed skin of my hips, his breath coming in soft pants against my flesh. I raise my hips slightly to aid n their removal, allowing him to slide them down my legs and cast them aside, leaving me in just my boxers before him. 

With a gaze that’s both intense and loving, Alex takes in the sight before him. His russet eyes are almost black as they slide over my body as if I was carved by gods, settling on the bulge in my boxers that is nowhere near going away, especially when he looks at me like that, his hunger palpable. But he doesn’t rush. Instead, he savours the moment, the intimacy. 

His lips, warm and moist, continue their journey upward, tracing a path of kisses up my inner thighs. Each touch is a delicate caress, a testament to the desire that courses through our veins. The sensation of his breath against my flesh sends a thrill of excitement through me, and I arch my back, offering myself to him without reservation. That’s all it takes for him to practically rip my boxers down my legs and throwing them aside. I raise myself to my elbows to watch him, watching the way his face as he stares my throbbing erection, pressed against my stomach. Lust glimmers in his eyes, the intensity of his desire reflected in their depth. His love for me is evident in the tenderness of his touch, and there’s an unspoken promise that goes beyond physical. 

But I also see something else in his eyes, a hint of fear and nervousness that tugs at my heart. It’s as if he’s baring not just his body but his soul, and the vulnerability of the moment weighs heavily on him. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his anticipation, eyes flickering up to meet mine. 

“You don’t have-“ I can’t even finish the sentence, my breath gets stuck in my throat as he licks a bold stripe up the underside of my dick. His large hands are gripping my hips, rubbing soothing circles into the skin before he kisses the head and I think I die a little. My hands find comfort in his hair, tangling in those dark locks as he goes at his own pace, lips feeling heavenly. He closes his lips around the head, dragging his tongue excessively over the tip, where pre-cum has been dribbling across my lower stomach, drawing an embarrassing sound from my throat. He doesn’t move, just keeps his lips there and I want to push him down but this is… I don’t want to rush Alex. 

“A-Alex please,” I’m whining and the fucker pulls his lips away, looking up at me through those pretty eyelashes, lips parted in a teasing grin, “Stop teasing me.” I’m growling out, gripping his hair almost painfully tight and his eyes flutter for a moment as a sound rumbles in his chest. He meets my gaze and lets his mouth drop open, eyes daring me to do my worst and I think I may have just come then and there. I pull him down the same time I raise my hips, head flying back against the pillows when his throat constricts around me and he lets out a choked sound. 

That’s all he needs to take control, hands finding my hips and gripping hard enough to promise bruises in the morning as he finds a steady rhythm and I loosen my grip on his hair, letting him set the pace. That pit in my stomach starting to tighten and my hips jerk as much as his hands allow, his tongue doing dirty dirty things, making my thighs tighten around his shoulders. 

“A-Alex-“ I tug on his hair in warning and instead of pulling off he loosens his throat and fuck, that’s all it takes. I’m spurting white hot ropes down his throat, his name dying in my throat as my hips jerk and my thighs shake. He stays there, mouth open, lips flush and looking up at me with the most innocent eyes as if he isn’t currently blowing one of the Princes of England. 

I finally let his hair go, letting him pull away and expecting him to go spit in the toilet but instead he’s swallowing and licking his lips, a knowing grin on his face. 

“We should have done that much sooner.” He’s murmuring, chest heaving a little and all I can do is stare at him, brain fogged with everything Alex. The way he’s leaning over me, fingers brushing over my cheek gently and a look in his eyes that I always want to see. It's not quite love in its full bloom, but it's on its way there, and I want nothing more than to stay in this moment forever. 

“Can we just freeze time?” I whispers he words escaping before I can even think, fingers playing with the soft tufts of hair at the base of his scalp. 

Alex’s smile in response is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. It’s a smile that makes my heart swell with warmth and happiness, a smile that reassures me that we’re exactly where we’re meant to be. And then, without a word, his lips find mine in a kiss that speaks of everything we are and everything we’re becoming, a kiss that leaves me breathless and yearning for more. 

Tears spring to my eyes as our lips part, the intensity of the kiss leaving me emotionally overwhelmed. Alex, ever attuned to my feelings, brushes one the tears away with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring. His voice is a soft murmur against my ear as he whispers, “Sure, we can freeze time for a while.” 

It’s a promise and it soothes the storm of emotions raging within me. With a tenderness that speaks of his devotion to me, he shifts to lays beside me, our bodies pressed close. His forehead meets my cheek, a gesture of affection that feels like a warm embrace and he’s pulling the duvet over us, “We’ll freeze time for as long as you like.”

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Secret's Out - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: Henry comes to visit you at the Lake House to take a break from studying

Words: 1.8k 

Warnings: None really, heavy making out

Notes: I have one more Henry story in the works then an Alex one

Y/N’s POV

The summer sun bathes everything in a warm, golden glow as I sit by the window of the lake house, my heart beating a little faster with each passing moment. This place has become my refuge for the past few months, a quiet haven where I’ve immersed myself in my studies, allowing me to escape the world and focus. 

My heart and mind have been a whirlwind of emotions ever since I realised just how strong my feelings for Prince Henry were and how Henry wasn’t ready to tell the world. He wasn’t ready to share our relationship with the world, and even though it ached inside, I had agreed to wait patiently. Love is not about rushing someone; it’s about giving them the time they need to find their own comfort. 

A soft knock on the door rouses me from my thought, and I find Alex, my older brother standing there with a knowing smile. He’s been my confidant throughout this journey,, the one who’s listened to my heartache and dreams. 

“Hey Mouse,” Alex Alex's mischievous grin is enough to make my insides twist with a combination of nervousness and excitement. The nickname has stuck with me since childhood, a playful jab at my somewhat introverted nature. But today, hearing it from Alex feels different, almost like he knows something that I don't. "Ready for some company?”

“Company?” I respond, my attempt at casualness belying the fluttering nerves that seem to have taken residence in my stomach. My heart beats a little faster, and I wonder what Alex is up to this time. 

As I watch him step into the room, his vibrant energy filling the space, I can't help but wonder what my wild-child of a brother has in store for me today. Alex has been persistent in his efforts to drag me away from my books and studies, insisting that I need a break. Little does he know, this very house is where I feel closest to Henry, where I yearn for him the most, as it became our secret sanctuary a few months ago.

“I have a surprise for you.” Alex announces, his grin growing even wider. I raise an eyebrow at him, my curiosity fully engaged now. 

“A surprise?” I I echo, the corners of my lips tugging into a reluctant smile.

“Close your eyes.” He instructs, and although a part of me screams to hold onto my reservations, I comply. I shut my eyes tightly, letting my other senses take over. The rustling of fabric and the faint sound of footsteps gradually diminish as Alex seemingly exits the room. 

My world becomes a canvas of darkness, and my ears become hyper-aware of every little sound around me. There’s a quiet hush in the room, the kind of silence that’s laden with anticipation. I can almost sense the air shifting as Alex’s energetic presence departs. The room growing still, almost expectant, until a new set of footsteps grace the floorboards. These are softer, more measured, yet they send my heart into a frenzy. They’re familiar, like a melody that’s been etched into my memory. They’re the kind of footsteps that I’ve been longing to hear for four months - Henry’s footsteps. 

My heart skips a beat, and a rush of emotions floods through me. The surprise Alex had promised is becoming clearer, and my pulse quickens with every delicate football that draws nearer. It’s as if the distance between us is shrinking, and in this cocoon of darkness, I can feel him coming closer to me.  The soft steps seem to echo in the silence, a rhythm that syncs with the thrumming of my heart. They’re cautious yet purposeful, as if he's taking his time, just like he always does. I hold my breath, my body tensing with anticipation. The darkness behind my closed eyes feels heavy, but his presence in the room is almost tangible

And then, it happens. 

His presence envelopes me like a warm embrace, and the world outside of this room fades into obscurity. I sense his closeness, his warmth, and then I feel his breath, sweet and familiar, brushing lightly against my lips. Time itself seeming to hold its breath as our lips meet, and it’s as if every moment of separation melts away. His kiss is gentle but filled with a longing that matches my own, a testament to the months we’ve spent apart. 

His hands find their place on my face, cupping my cheeks tenderly, guiding me to my feet as if I were a delicate treasure he’s been yearning to hold. It’s a sensation that’s both electrifying and soothing, like coming home after a long and arduous journey. My lips parting slightly beneath his, welcoming him with an intensity that mirrors the love we share. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, whispering promises of the moments we’ve missed and those yet to come. There’s a sense of completeness, of being in the arms of the one person who truly understands me. 

As our lips linger in that tender, perfect moment, I feel like I’m floating in a sea of emotions. It’s a kiss that defies the bounds of time and space, a kiss that shakes off all the stress and anxiety from studying. 

But then, with a gentle and lingering touch, Henry breaks the kiss. His lips part from mine, but his thumb continues to stroke my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He looks at me with bright blue eyes, glistening with affection and longing, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

“Hey,” he greets me quietly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile, scared moment we’ve created. 

“Hey,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper matching the intimacy of the moment. There’s no need for grand declarations or elaborate words. He’s here, standing in front of me, and that’s all I need right now. 

Without a second thought, I stumble forward, closing the gap between us and wrapping my arms around him. I rest my head on his shoulder, finding solace in the familiar scent of his cologne, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the sensation of being enveloped in his warmth. Henry’s fingers gently card through my hair, a soothing gesture that sends ripples of comfort down my spine. It’s as if he’s trying to convey all the words he can’t express in this moment through the gentle caress of his touch. 

In a hushed murmur, he whispers soothing words, his voice a melody that dances through my ears, “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart.” He murmurs, lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “I love you, more than words can say. I’m so proud of you.” His words hold an intimacy that goes beyond mere declaration of love, a connection that has thrived despite the challenges and secrets that have defined our relationship. 

Before I can respond, henry’s lips find mine once more. And the world narrows down to the sweet sensation of our mouths meeting. His lips move against mine with a gentle urgency, as if trying to convey all the emotions he’s held inside during the distance between us. His hands are on my hips, guiding me backwards until my back hits the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat and intensity of the kiss. It’s a welcomed juxtaposition, grounding me in the reality of this moment, where the cool surface supports me as henry’s body presses firmly against mine. 

His lean, muscular form moulds against my own, and every point of contact sends electric shocks through me. I can feel the powerful rhythm of his heart, the warmth of his skin, and the strength of his embrace. It’s as if our bodies are trying to memories every curve and contour, as if they’re saying ‘this is how you fit with me, this is how we belong together.’

Henry’s hands roam my body with a touch that’s both tender and possessive. They glide over my waist, up my back and down to my hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A strangled sound is swallowed when he rocks my hips forwards, erections rubbing in a delicious friction as he murmurs against my skin, “Fuck me Darling, I’ve missed you.” 

His lips leave mine in a slow, tantalising descent, trailing down my neck, one of his hands finding it’s way to my unruly locks and tugging almost painful to expose my neck. The sensation is almost painful, but the intensity of the desire that courses through me is undeniable. I arch my neck even further, silently inviting him to leave his mark, to claim me in this secret moment. 

His lips make contact, and the world seems to spin as a combination of pleasure and yearning courses through me. Henry’s lips are both soft and demanding, creating a sensation that’s nearly maddening. The pressure of his kiss sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the heat building between us, a wildfire of longing. His lips lingering for a moment, leaving a mark, a hickey, a visible testament of our stolen passion. 

And then, with a hunger that matches my own, he draws me back into a heated kiss, our mouths colliding almost bruisingly. His tongue brushes against my lips, seeking entrance, and I part them willingly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Our tongues engage in a fierce, passionate battle for dominance, each of us seeking to convey the depth of our desire. It’s a dance of raw, unbridled need, a silent proclamation that nothing and no one can come between us.  

Except my Dad. Who is standing in the doorway, grin like a Cheshire Cat, one hand raised to knock. Henry breaks away from me in surprise despite Dad’s presence calm and unbothered, while I try to flatten down my wild hair. I must look like more of a mess than Henry who’s plump lips are kiss-swollen, hair wild, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with love and lust. If Dad wasn’t watching us I think I would jump Henry right here and now. 

“Well,” Dad clears his throat, shaking his head fondly, “Alex and Bea have already made it halfway through the food, I’d hurry up if I were you.” He chuckles, eyes twinkling with amusement, “You can continue this romantic reunion later.” 

“You’re not mad?” I find myself asking, heart almost pounding out of my chest. 

“Of course not Mouse,” Dad’s grin softens into a loving smile, “He’s a good one, don’t lose him.” 

And with that, Dad turns and leave the room, leaving me and Henry to stare at each other, processing what dad’s said. 

“I fucking love you.” I grin at Henry, watching the way his shoulders slump with relief.

“I love fucking you.”

“Henry!”

He runs off giggling and I can't help but follow, shaking my head with a fond smile.

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Not What I Thought - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: You meet Henry at Philip and Martha's wedding to find you're both as enthralled by the other as the other

Words: 2.1k 

Warnings: None really, almost smut but interrupted

Notes: Henry and Alex from RWRB have taken over my life 🤣🤣🤣

Y/N’s POV

To say that I wasn’t absolutely shitting myself would be a lie as I step out of the limo with Alex, my older brother, and Nora, the vice president’s daughter. Usually, Alex and Nora would take this job but mother wanted me to start getting out into the spotlight and making a name for myself as Alex is about to start running the campaign in Texas and June has officially become a speech writer for the Whitehouse while I’ve done nothing. I’m only just eighteen and I have the whole world knowing my name which is rather daunting, but, not as daunting as this…

Buckingham Palace is fucking huge, and gold and full of fancy shit that I don’t know the name of. I’m not even sure why I said yes to this. Alex is grumbling and rolling his eyes about how snobbish and pretentious Prince Henry is while Nora is basically bouncing as she walks, full to the brim with excitement, as she drags my stumbling self behind her to line up and greet the royal family as they enter the hall. Or ballroom. I’m not sure, all these rooms are too big to distinguish them. 

Prince Philip and his new wife, Martha, look to be the snobbish ones, noses upturned and voice articulate as they shake hands with every important member of governments and royal connections in this line. He looks at us three like we’re the dirt under his shoes and shakes Alex’s hand like he has the plague before skipping me entirely and greeting Nora with a little better attitude. Next is Bea, the middle child and the wild child from what I hear. She’s pleasant if somewhat reserved but she greets the three of us like we’re long lost childhood friends reuniting and it leaves a warm feeling in my chest even if I don’t actually swing that way. She’s waltzing Nora away before anyone can say anything and suddenly I’m face to face with beauty. 

Prince Henry. He stands tall - taller than Alex - and regal amidst the opulent surroundings of Buckingham Palace. His blond hair impeccably styles, the locks sweeping messily back from his forehead with natural elegance. The subtle curl at the ends softens his appearance, giving him an approachable air despite his royal stature. The rich hue of his hair contrasts perfectly with his fair, porcelain complexion. His eyes, a light shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of emotions, are set beneath finely arched eyebrows. They radiate a mixture of curiosity, kindred and a hint of despair - a combination that makes it hard to look away. 

His features are finely chiseled, with a strong jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his ethereal beauty. His lips, full and oh so inviting, seem to hold a natural grace that could effortlessly break into a smile or a quick teasing grin. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, emphasising his lean build and hinting at a strength beneath the refined exterior. The way he carries himself, with an air of confidence tempered by genuine interest in those around him, makes it easy to see why he captures the attention of all who meet him despite Alex’s stories of how entitled and narcissistic he is. 

As his voice reaches my ears, it’s warm and inviting, breaking through the nervousness that has settled within me, “Good evening,” He says, his tone polite but not distant, “I don’t believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before. May I have your name?” 

His hand, when he extends it for a handshake, is warm and firm, his grip confident yet not overpowering. There’s a sincerity in the ay he clasps my hand, a fleeting connection that carries a sense of genuine interest. As his blue eyes meet mine, I can’t help but feel that beneath all the rumours I’ve heard and the expectations, there’s a complexity to Prince Henry that is both intriguing and captivating. 

“Y-your majest- Oh no! Your royal highness-“ Alex facepalms from beside me, watching me fumble over my words as my brain displays images of Henry pressing me up against the nearest wall and having me any way he likes, “Y-Y/N. It’s Y/N Claremont-Diaz.” 

“Well,” His eyes seemed to have darkened as they sweep over me once, not in the same way Philip did, and oh fuck me. I am not going to make it through this evening if he keeps looking at me like that, especially when he leans in close, breath hot against my cheek, “I hope to see you later.”

As quickly as he appeared, Henry is gone, and Alex is at my side, steering me toward the bustling ballroom where the after party is in full swing. Amidst the crowd, Alex seems to vanish in search of alcohol, leaving me to navigate the sea of unfamiliar faces. My eyes find Nora, her laughter blending with Bea's in a way that suggests they've been friends for years. I decide to do what I do best, explore without getting seen, blend into the shadows and find a quiet spot where no-one will disturb me, except maybe Amy who is my PPO for the day. Deciding to retreat into my comfort zone, 

I slip away quietly, becoming a shadow in the corners of the palace. It doesn't take long before I stumble upon a room, a hidden oasis amidst the grandeur, filled with books. Floor-to-ceiling shelves line the walls, laden with leather-bound volumes and dusty tomes. The soft glow of sconces illuminates the space, casting an inviting warmth that contrasts with the glitz and glamour outside. I step further into the room, running my fingers over the spines of the books. It’s mesmerising, the sheer collection of knowledge and stories tucked away in here. For a moment, I forget about the grand event unfolding just beyond these walls. I lose myself in the comfort of solitude and the intoxicating scent of aged pages. 

Just as I’m lost in my thoughts, the door creaks open, and I spin around to face the intruder, expecting to be Amy or Alex, having found me finally. But the sight that greets me is anything but ordinary. Henry stands there, his presence no longer commanding but somehow ordinary, like another person in the streets. His blue eyes meet mine, and there’s a shared understanding that in this moment neither of us are from royalty or fame, we are just Y/N and Henry. 

“You are an enigma, nothing at all how I imagined.” He tells me, quietly closing the door and making his way over to me, gesturing to the sofa. I sink straight into the plush cushions, Henry sitting on my left, one leg tucked under himself and arm flung over the back of the sofa, expression open and I have to adjust my seat imagining pushing him back and kissing him breathless. 

We exchange banter, light teasing, and the kind of easy conversation that’s reserved for moments of genuine connection. Henry’s flirting is subtle, a glint in his eyes and a playful quirk to his lips. It’s a dance of words that feels both exhilarating and comfortable, as if we’ve known each other for far longer than just a few hours. 

But then there’s a pause, a fleeting moment where the air between us changes. It’s as if time is holding its breath, our eyes locked, and the room is charged with a palpable tension. And then, in an instant, the atmosphere shifts again. It’s a surge, a magnetic pull that neither of us can resist and as if guided by an unseen force, we’re both leaning forwards, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s hesitant, testing the waters to see if awe are both wanting the same thing. It’s a slow exploration, a gentle press of lips that converts a shared curiosity and a mutual yearning. There’s a softness to the touch, a tentative dance that feels both intimate and tender. 

The hesitation doesn’t last long. As if a dam has been breached, the atmosphere between us surges with an irresistible pull. Henry’s lips mould against mine with more urgency, his hand finding it’s way to the curve of my cheek as if he’s trying to memorise every contour and scar. I respond in kind, my fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, a silent invitation for him to come closer. And he does. The kiss deepening, a dance of desire and longing, a magnetic force that draws us closer until there’s hardly any space between us. 

I feel the shift as Henry’s hand traces the line of my jaw, his touch igniting sparks along my skin. And then, suddenly, the world tilts as he pushes me back onto the sofa, not dissimilar to the way I was picturing doing it to Henry. There’s a controlled urgency in his movements as he claims over me, body hovering just out of touch and the sensation is electrifying. Our lips collide once more, a collision of passion and aching want. It's a fervent dance of tongues and shared breaths that leaves me dizzy and craving more. His hands, exploratory and confident, trace the contours of my chest and shoulders. The path they leave in their wake is seared with fire, a trail of sensations that has me arching into his touch. 

As the kiss deepens, I can’t help but let my own desires take over. My hands, emboldened by need, glide down his back until they reach his waist and I pull him down to close the achingly large gap between us, drawing a whimper from me as his hips brush against mine just right. 

“Jesus, you know exactly what you want, don’t you?” Henry pants, breaking the kiss to focus his gaze on my shirt with an annoyed expression. His lean fingers with the buttons on my shirt, his touch almost impatient in it’s eagerness to explore what lies beneath. He looks breathtaking, hovering above me, honey hair mused and blue eyes glazed with want and abandon. 

I can’t stop myself reaching up and tangling my hand in those locks, grumbling, “You talk to much.” Before yanking him down into a bruising kiss. My hips raising up to meet his, causing a delicious friction that has me swallowing the sounds Henry makes, his hips rocking to meet mine. 

“Y/N, I told you not to-oh my god.” Amy is turning around and walking back outside, closing the door with a meaningful clearing of her throat. Henry is scrambling off of me and to his feet, eyes wide as if he’s realising what we’ve done and there’s a sinking feeling in my gut. I sit up, adjusting myself, the suit pants doing not much to ease he uncomfortableness and trying to make myself a little more presentable, keeping my head bowed away from his royal highness. 

“Oh no, no, no,” Henry is appearing between my legs, doing nothing to help my problem, those fantasy inducing fingers gripping my thighs higher than they should be, “Y/N Claremont-Diaz, you are a pleasure and I do hope we can see each other again. I would…” He pauses, looking up at me through hooded lashes and his right hand shifting even higher and a strangled sound escapes my throat, “I would like to see more of you.” 

“Fuck.” I’m letting my head fall back, the dull pain from the couch frame helping ease my raging erection that is currently being groped by someone I never thought. I think I get whiplash when Henry pops the button on my suit pants, “Hen- fuck… Henry, Alex is looking for me…. We don’t… we don’t have-“

“There you are Y/N!” The door bursts open and Alex stops short, eyes wide and jaw almost hitting the floor before he screeches, “HENRY?!” 

“Alex-“ 

“OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU PICK HENRY?” He’s staring bug eyed while Henry is still kneeling there, worry on his soft features. 

“Get out.” I grumble at my older brother who just rolls his eyes and focuses his gaze on a very red in the face Prince. 

“You hurt him, I hurt you.” Then Alex is gone with a half hearted slam of the door. 

I’m gripping Henry’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, guiding his gaze to mine to see the same nervousness and intensity in them. He parts his lips when my thumb ghosts over his plump bottom one and I think I die and go to heaven right then and there. 

“Where were we?’ He murmurs, guiding my hand to his hair again and yeah, I’m dead. How the fuck did I get the Prince of England to want me back in the span of four maybe five hours? I’m not gonna question it, just gonna take it as it is. 

Fuck Me.

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Feeling Forever - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: You run away from your feelings for Alex and he comes after you refusing to let you go

Words: 4k

Warnings: Angst; smut; very gay smut; anal fingering; anal sex; lovemaking; arguing; two lovesick men being dumbasses

notes: Didn't mean for it to be this long (ha that's what she said)

Y/N’s POV

I sit in the opulent study of Kensington Palace, my mind consumed by the weight of my responsibilities as the Prince of England. The grandeur of the room, with its antique furniture and shelves lined with leather-bound volumes, offers little solace from the incessant demands of my title. The portrait of my ancestors looms over me, a constant reminder of the legacy I must uphold. 

Outside the window, the London skyline stretches to the horizon, a reminder of the world beyond these palace walls. And in the world, there is Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, the first son of the United States, the man who has captured my heart and challenged every notion of duty and tradition. 

I can’t help but drift back to memories of Alex sleeping soundly beside me, his chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, a soft smile gracing his lips. It was in those moments, the world outside the palace walls temporarily forgotten, that I felt the most at peace. The way his hand would find mine in the darkness, fingers entwining as if we could hold the world at bay together. But then morning would come, and the harsh light of responsibility would pierce the bubble of our intimacy. I'd watch him sleep, torn between the ache in my heart and the duty that called me away. How many times had I quietly slipped out of bed and flown back to England, leaving him behind, knowing that I couldn't afford to choose love over my role in the public eye. Each time felt like a dagger through my heart, a sacrifice I had to make to fulfil my obligations.

The door to the study swings open suddenly, and there he is: Alex. His presence both electrifying and unsettling. He storms into the room, his russet eyes aflame with determination and I can’t help but notice the way the soft, warm glow of the chandelier highlights the fierce lines of his jaw and the fire in his gaze. His presence fills the room with an energy that is impossible to ignore. 

“Y/N,” he speaks, voice each with a mix of urgency and vulnerability, “I- We- We need to talk.” 

I shift from my place at the window, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in his disheveled appearance. His hair, usually perfectly curled, is tousled, and his shirt rumpled as he looks like he hastily put it on. His arrival is unannounced, and I can’t help but wonder how he managed to bypass my security detail. 

As I meet his gaze, I see it there - the raw emotion he’s been struggling to contain. His love, his frustration, his fear - all laid bare for me to see. And it’s in that moment that my internal turmoil intensifies. This love between us, it defies boundaries and expectations. He’s the first son of the United States and I’m one of the Princes of England, our lives bound by duty and protocol. Yet, as he stands before me, I can’t deny the depth of my feelings for him, feelings that have grown stronger with every stolen glance and secret rendezvous. 

"Y/N," he repeats, his voice cracking as he steps closer, desperation etched into every word. "I- Fuck, I am in love with you!" His words practically explode from him, his hands torn between reaching out for me or pulling at his already messy hair. His declaration hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. It has me swallowing that lump in my throat, torn between the love I have for Alex and the responsibilities that weigh upon me as a prince. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on me, threatening to crush the fragile connection we've built. But as I look into his eyes, the fire of his love and the vulnerability in his gaze, I feel my resolve breaking as the tears begin to blur my vision

“Alex,” His name slips from my lips like a broken promise, a choked sob following.  My heart aches, torn between duty and desire, between the world that expects so much from me and the man who has captured my heart. 

In that moment, all the walls I’ve built around my heart crumble. The need to be in his arms, to feel his touch, overwhelms me. I’m stumbling into his arms, my body seeking solace in his embrace. His arms wrapping around me, holding me close, and it feels like coming hime after a long and arduous journey. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally spill over, and I bury my face in the crook of my neck, inhaling his familiar scent. My fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt as if trying to anchor myself in this moment of vulnerability. 

But then, as if driven by an inner conflict, I find myself pulling away from Alex. The room seems to close in on us as I step back, my heart warring with the demands of my role and my love for him. The weight of tradition and expectation bears down on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. A suffocating tension hangs heavy in the air, making every moment without him feel unbearable. 

“Alex, I-“ I begin, but my voice falters, caught between the turmoil within me. I turn away from him, unable to look into his eyes, squeezing my eyes shut as if trying to shut out the pain and confusion that threatens to consume me. In this moment of vulnerability, I’m acutely aware of the void his absence creates within me. The thought of a life without him is like a gaping chasm, and my heart aches at the prospect of losing themas who has become to mean everything to me. 

Alex’s voice, soft and filled with an earnest plea, breaks through the storm of my emotions, “Y/N,” he says, his words a lifeline in the tempest of my thoughts, “we can learn to love each other on our own terms.” 

I want to turn back to him, to take him into my arms and declare that I choose him above all else. But the weight of my duty and consequences of such a choice keeps me routed to the spot. My heart longing for him, but the crown on my head remind me of the sacrifices I must make no matter what. The seconds ticking by, the room heavy with the unspoken truth. And then, as if my own heart can’t bear the silence any longer, I find myself practically screaming at him, my voice filled with anguish and desperation, “I can love you, Alex, but I can’t abandon my family.” 

The words hang in the air, a painful truth that echoes between us, and I can feel the chasm between our desires and reality widening with each passing moment. It’s as if I’ve drawn a line in the sand, a stark reminder of the choices I’m forced to make. I turn to face Alex, expecting to see the pain mirrored in those soft russet eyes. But what I see instead is that fiery determination burning within him. The hurt is there, etched into the lines of his face, but he refuses to back down. 

He crosses the room in two big strides, his eyes locked onto mine, and grabs my right hand. With a tenderness that belies the turmoil of our situation, he presses it firmly against his chest, right over his heart. I can feel the rapid beat of his pulse beneath my palm, a physical manifestation of the love and longing that courses through him. 

“Y/N,” He whispers, his voice raw with emotions, “I’ll fight for you. You’re the only person for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s forever, Y/N, and I won’t let it slip away.” 

His words wash over me like a balm to the wounds of my torn heart. The love in his eyes in unwavering, and in that moment, I see a future where we can navigate the treacherous waters of duty and desire together. 

The decision weighs heavy in my heart, but in this pivotal moment, I make it. I choose love. I choose Alex. 

My hand slips from his chest, and I cup his jaw gently, my thumb brushing over his cheek. I see the hope flicker in his eyes as he realises the choice I’ve made. With a soft and loving smile, he draws me closer, closing the distance between us. Alex softly grips my chin between his thumb and finger, a gesture filled with tenderness and longing. He draws me closer, closing the distance between us, until our breaths mingle, and our lips are mere inches apart. 

As the tension between us thickens and the yearning in our hearts becomes unbreakable, I can’t resist any longer. With a fierce determination and a longing that surpasses all else, I close the remaining gap between our lips. 

In that moment, our mouths meet, and it’s as though time stops. It’s a kiss filled with a sense of urgency, as if we both fear that the other might vanish if we don’t hold onto each other tightly.  As our lips press together, it's a delicate dance, a testament to the fragility of our newfound love. The kiss is tender and tentative, as if we're both afraid that this moment might shatter if we push too hard. I can taste the salt of our tears in the kiss, tears of joy and sorrow intermingling as our hearts finally find the solace they've been yearning for. It's a kiss that speaks of forgiveness and understanding, of the sacrifices we're willing to make for each other.

As our lips gently part, I find myself looking into Alex’s warm eyes, out breaths still mingling. There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze, and he leans in slightly, his voice a whisper as he says those three words once more, “I love you.” His words carrying the weight of his feelings and the depth of his commitment. 

My cheeks flush with a warmth that matches the affection in my heart, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence, I reach up to cup his cheek, my fingers brushing lightly against his skin, “I love you too, Alex.” I reply, my voice filled with a tenderness and sincerity. 

Alex’s eyes shimmer with unspoken emotions as he pulls me into a heartfelt embrace. It’s a hug that speaks volumes, a silent affirmation of my want for him and him alone. Then, he lowers his head, nose bumping against mine, drawing an embarrassing giggle from me before his lips find mine once again, but this time, the kiss is slower and more passionate. As if we’re savouring each moment and sealing our love with every tender touch. 

As our kiss deepens, I feel Alex's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. His touch is both gentle and possessive, his hands finding their place on my hips as if he's determined to keep me close, as if he never wants to let go. My own hands tangle in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging lightly. It's a way to draw him even nearer, to lose myself in the warmth of his embrace. Our bodies press together, every point of contact igniting a fire within me. 

Alex walks me backwards, pressing me against the nearest wall, his large and calloused hands are moving up my sides and my heart is pounding so loud I’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it too. His tongue darts across my bottom lips, hands massaging the skin above the waistband of my boxers, drawing a gasp from me and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. My own meets him in retaliation, tongue grazing mine and drawing a soft sound from my throat. 

I’m tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his bare chest against mine as he unbuttons my pyjama shirt, a warm sound rumbling in his chest as he breaks the kiss to haphazardly yank his shirt over his head. His grin is contagious as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and I fumble with the buttons of his jeans, blushing when his hands bat mine away and undoing the buttons with ease. The embarrassment quickly fades when his jeans fall to his ankles, his boxers barely covering his erection. 

He looks a masterpiece. Standing in front of me, chest heaving with apparent nerves, and on just his boxers with the tip of his dick peeking through the waistband, making my mouth water and my own dick twitch with want. The head leaking pre-cum that has me wanting to fall to my knees right then and there but instead I’m gripping the back of his neck and yanking him into a bruising kiss. Lips colliding, teeth clashing and tongues caressing as his hips roll against mine, drawing a gasp from me that he swallows easily. 

“Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” I gasp out, my voice breathy and needy as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, one hand tangling in his soft curls and pulling, drawing a low sound from his chest in response. I definitely didn’t expect our argument to go like this but the way his lips are moving against my skin and the way his hands are gripping me tells me that neither did he. 

He’s chuckling softly against my skin before nipping at my jaw, “I love you too Baby,” he’s pausing to suck an almost painful hickey, tongue soothing over the pain before he continues, voice a low rasp, “I want to make love to you.” His words send a thrill through me and I’m pulling his face back to mine, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. It’s hungry and desperate, both of us wanting to convey our emotions through it and his hands are wandering again, exploring every bit of skin he can get to as if memorising every curve, dip and scar. I know he can feel my arousal with the way he groans into the dirty, dirty kiss when I press my hips forwards to grind against him. 

Loving the sounds he’s making I’m tugging on his hair again and pressing my hips forwards at the same time to create a delicious friction and a downright filthy sound leaves Alex. He’s suddenly pulling away from me, dragging a gasp from me as he dips his thumbs back into my boxers. He’s pushing them down enough for my head to fall back against the wall at the feel of the fabric grazing my aching erection until they’re gone and I’m standing in front of Alex completely bare for the first time. 

His lips are on my collarbone, sending waves of pleasure as he trails them down south. The warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the gentle pressure of his tongue has me mewling and my hands are finding his hair again while his hands find their way back to the dips of my hips as if they belong there. Before I can process it, Alex is slipping to his knees in front of me, my thighs pressing together in anticipation as his lips move down my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way. His breath hot against my skin and his fingers are now trailing up my chest, massaging my abs as he begins to bite along my v-lines. The feeling is both eritic and almost overstimulating and my hips can’t decide if they want to move towards the feeling or away from it, drawing a very frustrated sound from my throat. 

Alex’s chuckling against my skin before pulling back enough to look up at me with those pretty, pretty eyelashes. His russet eyes never leave mine as he sucks on three fingers, the anticipation of what he’s preparing for makes my dick twitch and his eyes are drawn to the movement, a hungry look overtaking his gaze. 

“You gotta have lube,” He’s grumbling, getting to his feet and I feel a little disappointed as he’s no longer on his knees for me but I’ll take whatever Alex is offering to me. 

“Nightstand.” I’m choking out and he’s grinning at me again, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me flush against him, the fabric of his boxers causing a delicious friction when our dicks rub and he’s bringing his lips close to my ears, “I am going to ruin you Baby Boy.” Before he’s spinning me around and pushing me back so I fall on the bed with a surprised gasp. 

In a quick movement his boxers are gone and I can’t take my eyes away from him. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, watching me and it gives me time to really admire him. His well-defined arms and chest make me melt. The visible muscle tone only for me to see as they’re usually hidden beneath the somewhat baggy tee shirts he wears, shoulders broad as he holds himself with confidence. His tanned and toned chest leading down to those dark curls that lead to what I want. He’s hung, dick curving up to his stomach and leaking precum making my chest heave with want. 

“Alex,” I’m practically whining and it makes his grin grow even bigger and he climbs over me, dick grazing mine teasingly. His eyes flutter a little before he’s drawing me into a sweet kiss, this one slower and leaving me wanting more, the feeling of love almost overwhelming as his lips move against mine. As his lips meld against mine I’m gasping when two cold fingers circles my hole before he’s easing them past the tight ring of muscles. I can’t stop the wince at the stretch of his thick fingers but it quickly mixes with the arousal burning in my gut, especially when he separates them in a scissoring motion, moving in and out at a pace that quickly has me yearning for more His fingertips brushing so close to my prostate that I want to cry out in frustration and by the way he’s smirking against my neck I know he’s doing it on purpose, “Alex! Fuck, I need you. Now!” 

“You sure?” He’s pulling back enough to meet my gaze, thumb caressing my cheek as his fingers slip out and I let out a strangled sound of protest, hips canting up to meet his and drawing a sound from him, “Alright baby, slow down darling.” He chuckles softly, guiding my legs apart until they’re cushioned against his thighs and he’s drawing me into a softer kiss, tip of his nose bumping against mine as he lines himself up. His lips find mine, moving leisurely, thumb caressing my cheek as he replaces his fingers with the head of his dick, already stretching me wide. A heavy gasp is ripped from me when he slowly begins to slide in, eyes squeezing shut as he’s bigger than he could have prepared me for but he’s whispering soothingly in my ear, “Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay baby boy. I’ve got you sweetheart. It’s alright. Deep breaths. Relax baby boy. I’ve got you.”

The initial push draws a gasp from me, fighting every fibre in my body that is screaming at me to tense up as he eases his hips forwards more. His eyes never leave my face, watching my every reaction, pausing when I wince, my nails digging into his shoulders. His forehead presses against mine as he tries to hold on all control as I adjust to his length, gently rocking his hips forwards until he’s buried to the hilt. 

“Oh fuuuckkk,” I’m gasping out, feeling him graze that bundle of nerves, hips jerking slightly as he stills, “Alex, shit…” 

“God, you’re perfect.” Alex is whispering, pulling out until just the tip before pressing all the way back in, dragging a dirty moan from me and his lips are finding my neck again. It feels like I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into my prostate, causing my legs to tighten around his thighs. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his loose waves sticking to his forehead, tanned skin flushing as he makes love to me. I never understood the difference between sex and making love until now with Alex, resting his forehead against mine and our hands tangled together either side of my head as he slowly thrusts, taking his time and drawing out our mutual pleasure. 

The sound of our panted breaths and soft whimpers and whines drowns out the beginning of the morning bustling outside my room and all I can smell is Alex: fresh citrus, fresh sheets and something intoxicatingly Alex. It all adds to the slowly building tightness in my stomach and I’m moving my hips down to meet his, my back arching when he hits that sweet spot that has me seeing stars. 

“A-Alex…” I whine and his teeth graze my chin, adding to the pleasure as every fibre in my body is on fire, that coil tightening almost painfully as he drags against my prostate with every thrust until I’m tensing up and my eyes roll back into my head. His hips begin snapping against mine, face buried in the crook of my neck and hands tightening in mine as I ride out my high, splattering both of our chests with cum. Ropes of it reaching as far as my bottom lip which has Alex moaning. 

“Fuuuucckkkk,” He pants against my neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts a few more times before he’s spilling his seed inside me, teeth sinking into my neck to muffle his moans before he’s collapsing on top of me and I’m untangling one hand from his to bring it to his hair. He hums softly as I begin to card it through his messy curls, “‘M so in love with you.” He admits again, raising to elbows and dark eyes falling to the cum that’s reached my lips. As if acting on instinct his tongue darts across my bottom lip and he swallows, making me clench around him and my dick twitch despite feeling utterly fucked out and spent.

“I’m so in love with you too.” It’s spoken so quietly I’m not sure Alex hears it as he slips out, leaving me empty, and stands up to find us a towel to clean us up but from the grin that breaks out on his face he does. He’s grinning the whole time he’s wiping away the mess on our chests as I’m too spent and tired to move. He goes to wipe away his mess now sliding down my thighs but I stop him, pulling him up to lay next to me. 

“We’ll find a way to make this work,” Alex is murmuring, kissing me softly, “I don’t care what anyone says, I am so in love with you and I will never let you go.” I can’t help but blush as he watches me, admiring me until I have to turn my face away as it’s too much attention. I’m not used to anyone looking at me like that: he’s looking at me like I hung the stars and it steals my breath away. 

He’s pulling the duvet over us, wrapping himself around me like a safety net between me and the uncertain world. His face buried in the back of my neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin and his arm sliding under out pillow while the other grips my wrist as if I’ll disappear again in the middle of the night. 

“‘M not going anywhere.” I whisper, scared to speak any louder without breaking this moment of peace and certainty despite the fear that lingers outside these four walls of my room. IN this moment I don’t care. I’ve chosen Alex. 

I’ve chosen Alex. 

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Kiss and Tell - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: You and Alex accidentally out your relationship at an international jumping competition

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: heavy make out; being outed

Notes: How are his eyelashes so pretty?! I mean how is he so pretty altogether! And Nick too!

Y/N’s POV

As the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the sprawling English countryside, I can feel the familiar excitement coursing through my veins. It’s the day of the international equestrian jump competition, where I’ll proudly represent the royal family. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth and the fluttering of the Union Jack flags in the breeze create a thrilling atmosphere. 

Dressed in my crisp riding attire, I lead my stallion, Indiana Jones, towards the starting point. The adrenaline pumps through me as we approach course of jumps, each one more challenging than the last. 

As I focus on the course ahead, I can’t help but glance at the crowd. Amongst the sea of spectators, I spot familiar faces of my fellow competitors, all dressed in their nation’s colours. But there’s one face that stands out, a face that instantly captures my attention. There, sitting in the VIP section with Henry and Bea, is Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the United States. He’s a vision in his perfect tailored suit, his dark hair is impeccably styled, and his eyes sparkle with excitement as he watches the competition unfold. 

For a moment, the world around me fades away as our eyes lock.The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, and I’m momentarily mesmerised by his presence. It’s as if time stands still as I watch hi, his enthusiasm for the sport and the event itself evident in every expression, despite him not knowing anything about it at all. 

As Indiana and I approach the first jump, I can feel Alex’s support from the sidelines, a silent but powerful encouragement that pushes me to do my best. With a deep breath, I guide Indiana over the first hurdle, feeling the rush of exhilaration as we soar through the air. The competition continues and I can’t help but steal glances at Alex, sitting in the royal box with Henry, Bea and June. His presence is a source of motivation, and with each jump I clear, I’m not just competeing for myself and my country but also to impress him. 

The jumps come and go, each one presenting its own unique challenge, but Indiana and I handle them with grace and precision. The crowd cheers bled into a distant hum as I focus on the task at hand. It’s a demanding course, but the thrill of the competition pushes me forwards, having always felt freer on a horse than anywhere else in the royal palaces. 

Finally, as the last jump is cleared, and I cross the finish line to the thunderous applause of the crowd, a sense of triumph washes over me. I’ve given it my all, and it’s a moment I’ll cherish forever.  But, my heart drops when I don’t see Alex in the crowd anymore. 

As I ride Indiana out of the arena, a mix of emotions well up inside me. Disappointment tinges my victory as I wonder if I missed my chance to share this moment with him. However, just when I least expect it, I spot Alex leaning against the horse box, a dreamy smile on his face. My heart leaps with joy as I rein Indiana to a halt. 

With a gentle pat on Indiana’s neck to reassure her, I prepare to dismount, but before I can swing my leg over her back, Alex steps forwards. “Let me help you down.” He offers, voice soft and inviting. My heart pounds in my chest but nod, my heart races as he approaches. Alex’s large, capable hands find their way to my hips, and with a graceful movement, he lifts me down from the saddle. His touch is firm yet gentle, and I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against my back. 

Once I’m securely on the ground, I turn to face him, our proximity now closer than ever. His dreamy smile has transformed into something more intense, a longing that mirrors the desire in my own eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and begin to loosen the girth on Indiana’s saddle, the leather creaking softly under my touch. Alex watches me with a quiet intensity, his presence a magnetic force that draws us closer together. 

“You look so good in those.” He squeezes my hip, breath hot against my neck and way too close for anything innocent to be assumed. 

Suddenly, the click and flash of cameras intrude upon our private moment. The paparazzi have found me, eager to capture me post competition and even more so now that Alex is standing so close to me that there is no plausible explanation other than intimate. Alex’s hands leave my hips, and we both step away, allowing the stable boy to approach and take Indiana from me to cool him down and getting him untacked. 

With a glance exchanged between us, Alex and I wordlessly agree to disappear from the prying lenses of the paparazzi. He looks behind his shoulder before offering me his arm with a grin, I do the same, glancing back at the paparazzi who are mostly obscured before I loop my arm with his, letting him lead me away. 

We navigate through the bustling crowds, our steps quick and determined. The intensity of the situation electrifies the air around us. The desire for privacy and the magnetic pull between is intensifies with each step we take, both of us needing something more than just our arms locked. 

Soon enough, we find a small, windowless room tucked away from he public eye. Without hesitation, Alex tugs me inside, and with a swift motion, he slams the door behind us. I can feel the thud resonate through the wooden door as he presses me against it, his body covering mine and my hands pinned above my head. The sudden closeness between us sends a rush of heat through my veins. Our hearts been in unison, and our breaths come fast and shallow. 

With a burning desire that mirrors my own, Alex draws me up into a passionate kiss. His lips meld with mine in a fervent embrace, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. The taste of him is intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and longing that leaves me breathless. With equal passion, I respond, our mouths locked in a dance of insatiable hunger. 

Having Alex here with me after three long months apart is a sensation like no other. It’s as though the world falls away, leaving just the two of us to revel in this long-awaited reunion. His presence making me feel alive, desired, and utterly cherished. 

Alex’s hands, strong and possessive, roam my body with an almost desperate need. They trace the lines of my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My own hands are equally eager, clutching at his shoulders, fingers running through his fluffy hair as I pull him closer, craving more of his touch. Everything makes the room seem to spin around us, a blur of passion and desire as we lose ourselves in each other. Our kisses deepen, becoming a tumultuous symphony of need and longing. The heat between us is almost unbearable, and every touch, every caress, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. 

A strangled sound leaving my throat to me swallowed by Alex when his nimble fingers find the buttons of my jodhpurs, a wicked smile spreads across his lips into the kiss, and I can feel the way he revels in the effects he has on me. His touch is almost maddening slow, each button undone with deliberate intent, driving me to the brink of desire. My body responding eagerly, and I lose myself in the sensations, a man slipping past my lips. 

As he gets to the last button, we hear my name being called over the speakers, announcing first, second and third places. Panic courses through me, and we break the kiss with a gasp, sharing a frantic look, realising how screwed we are. In a rush, we disentangle ourselves, and hastily start buttoning up my jodhpurs, our clothes in disarray, and our appearances very obviously post-make-out messy. With no time to fix ourselves, we hurried make our way out of the small room. 

The flashes are blinding as soon as we step out, the press obviously having seen us go in somehow. We have no way of hiding the evidence of what’s just happened: our hairs are tousled; lips kiss-swollen and our shirts untucked and crumpled. There’s no denying what just transpired in that private room, and the paparazzi have captured it all. I can already hear the headlines tomorrow: ‘FSOTUS and Prince Y/N - Closet Lovers?’ Or some bullshit like that. My family are going to kill me but honestly? I don’t care because now I hold Alex in public. 

I don’t have time to really think about it all as my security details find us and are rushing us through the crowds but one thing I do know for certain is that I'm not going to hide anymore. I don’t care what grandpa has to say or what Philip thinks. I love Alex Claremont-Diaz. 

As I come to a sudden stop, Alex bumping into my back, hands instinctively flying to my hips to steady himself. That small, wordless gesture of support is all the confidence I need. I spin around, ignoring his questioning look, and without hesitation, I grab his face and draw him down into a searing kiss. The world around us seeming to pause for a moment as our lips meet in a passionate embrace. The paparazzi’s flashing cameras capture the intensity of the kiss, and a murmur of surprise and excitement tipples through the crowds. For a brief moment, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the world, our love and desire on full display. 

When the kiss finally breaks, Alex is grinning down at me, chocolate eyes sparkling with unspoken affection. He draws me into another kiss, but this one is softer, filled with tenderness and a promise of a future where we don’t have to hide. Our lips meeting in a sweet embrace, the softness of his kiss feels like a whispered promise that he’ll stand by my side no matter what happens. 

Alex is pulling away too quickly for my liking, his gaze locking with mine, and in a hushed voice, he murmurs, “I love you.” 

Hearing those words from his sends a rush of emotions trough me. It’s a declaration that makes my heart soar, a confirmation of the love that has bound us together despite the odds. I look into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, and I can’t help but smile. 

“I love you too.” I reply, my voice filled with so much warmth and affection that it cracks a little. 

“Good, now go get your rosette, Baby. You deserve it.” 

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Baby Steps - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: You wake to Henry in your room, having flown overnight to surprise you

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff; the fluffiest shit ive written for a while

Y/N’s POV

I’m stirred awake by the soft, lingering pressure of familiar lips on mine. At first, I’m enveloped in the sensation of their plump softness, and for a moment, I think I must be dreaming. The kiss is gentle yet undeniably passionate, a perfect blend of love and longing that I’ve come to recognise as uniquely Henry’s. 

As my senses slowly awaken, I become aware of the delicate dance of his fingers across my cheek, tracing a path as tender as a whispered promise. It’s then that I open my eyes and my heart leaps in my chest as he’s here, leaning over me with a soft smile gracing those dreamy lips. Henry’s eyes, a shade of deep, stormy blue, lock onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away. His honey hair falls in disarray around his face, adding to the allure of the tousled morning look he wears so effortlessly. Those plump, soft lips I had initially mistaken for a dream are now inches away, just waiting for another kiss, another taste of the love that binds us. 

I’m blinking again, still not actually sure he’s here, but when I open my eyes he’s still leaning ver me with an amused glint in his eyes. I raise a hand, my fingers trembling with disbelief, and with a mixture of caution and longing, I cup his cheek. The warmth of his skin against my palm is undeniably real, and the way he leans into the touch with a soft sigh. I can feel the subtle roughness of his morning stubble, the texture of his skin so familiar and comforting. My thumb grazes those plump, soft lips, the sensation electric. It sends a jolt of desire through me but, it’s more than just desire; it’s the tangible proof that Henry is here with me, that I’m not trapped in some wistful dream. 

I can no longer deny the reality of the situation. This isn’t a dream. This is Henry: my love, my anchor, my prince, here in the Whitehouse. 

Overwhelmed with emotions, I can’t contain my joy any longer. I reach out and grab Henry’s shoulders, yanking him down into a hug that has him letting out a surprised sound as he loses his balance and falls onto of me. He chuckles, a warm and melodious sound, as he hides his face in the crook of my neck, breath tickling my skin as he nuzzles against me. His laughter is music to my ears, a soothing balm to my heart. His nose is cold against my neck but I don’t care because he’s in my arms and he’s laughing. We’re wrapped up in each other, two souls intertwined in a world that often demands so much of us. 

Without a word, his hands roam any bare skin he can reach above the duvet, drawing a soft groan from me as we can’t right now. Alex and June are going to come bugging me about breakfast soon as Mum likes to have meals together because we’re still family even if we’re the now the Presidential family. 

“Hen, we can’t-“ I’m cut off by a pounding at the door. 

“Come on Mouse! Breakfast! I’m starving.” Alex’s voice rings through and Henry huffs lightly, warm breath tickling my neck. 

“Go ahead, give me a few minutes!” I call back as Henry wriggles his way off of me and back to his feet, “I need to get dressed!” 

“TMI!” Alex makes a fake vomiting sound before I hear him move on to June’s door. 

Suddenly, the duvet is ripped off me, Henry with a cheeky grin on his face but eyes telling a different story as he realises I’m completely naked. I want to cover myself up but the way he’s looking at me makes me stay there, raising myself to my elbows and just watching his expression. It’s a gaze that feels like a warm embrace, as if he’s holding me with his eyes alone. 

As I watch him watch me, I notice the subtle changes in his expressions. There’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes, as if he’s delighting in some secret joke that only the two of us share. It makes me feel shy, as if I’m being examined under a magnifying glass, my vulnerability and desires laid bare for him. 

But it’s not just amusement; there’s a hunger in his gaze too, a longing that’s mirrored in the way his pupils dilate ever so slightly. It’s the look of someone who can’t get enough of the person they love, as if he’s seeing me anew, every time, with the sam wonder and affection. 

Henry’s gaze holds me captive, and I can’t help it when my cheeks heat up under the weight of his attention. It’s as if I’m a work of art, and he’s a devoted enthusiast, lost in the beauty of what he sees before him. In this moment, I feel truly seen and cherished, and it fills me with a warmth that goes beyond worlds - a feeling that I am the most precious masterpiece in his world. It has me sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed for him to slot himself between them like he belongs there, his finger hooking under my chin to make me look up at him and I think I forget how to breathe. 

“I want to tell Mom.” It slips from me before I’ve processed it and instead of going into what Pez calls his cocoon phase his soft smile brightens and the corners of his eyes crinkle with joy, “I want to hold you and kiss you whenever I like. For as long as you need, the walls of the Whitehouse will hold our secret but Henry…” I reach for his hands, “I love you.” 

The moment those three words leave my lips, myriad of emotions play across Henry’s features like a fleeting storm. First, there’s joy, a radiant burst of happiness that lights up his eyes. Them fear flickers by briefly, a shadow of worry for what his grandma will say about him choosing love over his royal duties. Pain follow, a reminder of the sacrifices we’ll have to make to keep our love hidden until he’s ready to tell the world but I would wait forever for him. But as quickly as the pain appears, it’s replaced by something stronger - bliss. It’s a deep, overwhelming happiness, a promise of the love we share and the future we’ve chosen together. 

Without a word, Henry leans down, his lips brushing softly against mine. It’s a kiss filled with tenderness and reassurance, a silent affirmation of his love for me, and as we kiss, the worries and pressures of the outside world seem to fade into the background. 

However, our peaceful moment is interrupted by the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. I pull away reluctantly, breaking the kiss with a soft sigh, already knowing it’s Alex as Henry moves to my wardrobe and begins to rifle through it. As predicted Alex leaves me a voice note telling me to hurry up or he’s drowning me in the pool next time we go swimming. Very mature. 

I watch Henry reach into my wardrobe, his fingers gliding over the familiar clothes that have become a part of both of our lives. He has an air of confidence and ease as he selects a few items for me to wear. 

First, he pulls out a pair of boxers from the drawers before grabbing some skinny jeans of mine that he’s complimented my ass in before. With a self-satisfied nod he’s heading back to the bed where I’m sat and handing them to me before pulling the polo shirt he’s wearing over his head. It’s his very famous riding shirt: the red and white checkered one with ‘Kensington Polo’ written across is and I don’t think twice about taking it. 

While I dress he goes back to my wardrobe and finds my favourite tee shirt, pulling it over his head and I can’t stop the giddy feeling when I see him raise the sleeve to his nose and inhale. The look of love and peace on his face as his eyes flutters shut has my heart clenching and my cheeks heating up. It’s moments like these that remind me of the depth of his feelings, of the way he cherishes even the smallest part of me like my clothes. 

I finish dressing quickly, my heart still dancing with the warmth of Henry’s presence. He suggests we head down to breakfast, and I just nod in agreement. My phone begins to buzz again, but this time, I can hardly focus on it as Henry is holding his hand out for me to hold, fingers extended in a silent invitation. Without hesitation, I reach out, our fingers interlacing effortlessly. My heart skips a beat at the simple yet profound gesture. 

We arrive at the dining room where my family is already gathered. My mom, the President, sits at the head of the table, her usual air of authority softened by the presence of the loved ones. Dad, Alex, June and Nora are all chatting and laughing as they wait for me. For us. 

I can’t help but swallow hard, my heart racing as I prepare to face the inevitable questions and scrutiny. But, as I glance at Henry, his grip on my hand remains steady, his expression almost more anxious than I feel. It’s a silent reminder that we’re in this together, facing whatever challenges that come our way one at a time. But together. 

Mom looks up from her place at the head of the table, and her eyes widen in surprise as she spits Henry beside me. Her Texan accent warms her voice as she greets us, her eyes falling to our interlocked hands, “I was wondering who the extra place was for.” She says, tone warm and loving. Her eyes hold a hint of curiosity but also deep affection and nothing short of love and support. 

I can’t help but exhale a sigh of relief as I witness her reaction. It’s as if a weight has been lifted, and I feel a newfound sense of ease in her presence. 

Dad’s the next to notice, ever the embodiment of warmth and hospitality, rises from his seat and starts to extend his hand to Henry. But, as he seems my hand in Henry’s, his face breaks into a warm and loving smile before he’s pulling Henry into a heartfelt hug that has Henry letting out a surprised sound. 

“Welcome to the family, son.” Dad says, voice filled with genuine warmth and acceptance. It’s a moment that fills me with overwhelming gratitude and Henry’s stormy blue eyes shine with tears as we sit in our seats between Dad and Alex. 

Nora, always perceptive and sharp, giggles excitedly from her seat opposite me when I place my hand on Henry’s leg and squeeze reassuringly. She turns to Alex and June, her eyes dancing with mirth, “I told you so!” She just about cackles, voice triumphant, “Pay up, pay up. I knew they’d end up together.” 

“Shut up.” Alex throws a note across the table, barely missing the jam and Mom just rolls her eyes as Nora snatches it up and holds it to the light to check if it’s real. 

Henry��s leaning close to me, lips practically brushing my ear and he murmurs, “I love you too.” My heart swells with affections and I can’t resist the urge any longer. I turn to towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It’s sweet and tender, a silent reaffirmation of our love admits the laughter and teasing. 

Alex, always the jokester, pretends to gag dramatically, earning an exaggerated fake vomiting motion from him. Mom playfully scolds him, smacking him gently with the newspaper while I kick him under the table, dragging a sharp cry of pain and a playful glare from him. 

But, in this moment, surrounded by my loving family, Henry’s presence beside me, and the shared laughter at the breakfast table, I know deep down that everything is going to be okay for us. We’ll take baby steps and I don’t care how long I have to wait for Henry to be ready. I’d kill for him. I want him to be written into the my history when historians write about me. I want them to know that this man, currently laughing at a joke Dad is telling is the love of my life and will always be. 

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Take A Chance - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: You decide to take a chance of a lifetime at Alex's New Years Eve party

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: None really

Notes: Sorry for any typos!

Y/N’s POV

The tent is a dazzling spectacle of lights, laughter, and sparkling fairy lights. My brother, Alex Claremont-Diaz, has outdone himself once again with his New Year’s Eve party. The fairy lights, coupled with the vibrant disco lights, transform the space into a pulsating sea of color and energy. The room feels alive, loud and boisterous, with music blaring from the massive speakers, sending vibrations through the floor.

As I stand by the bar, nursing a rum and coke and feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sheer exuberance of the festivities, Alex bounds over. His infectious smile is both proud and encouraging as he claps a hand on my shoulder. 

“Y/N, little brother!” He shouts over the music, voice brimming with excitement, “This is your night! Take a chance, alright? It’s a new year, fresh start!” 

I just nod, swallowing thickly as I hate being in large social gatherings, only being here for one person. Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor… or just Henry. Alex has always been the fearless one, the one that grabs life by the horns. He knows how I feel about Henry, and he’s been urging me for ages to make a move, unable to understand the face that Prince’s aren’t allowed to be anything but straight. 

And then, as if on cue, the room seems to hush for a brief moment. All eyes turn towards the entrance, where Henry is standing with Percy. My heart skips a beat as I catch my first glimpse of him and the partying goes back to how it was making me unsure if there really was a hush. Henry is resplendent in a suit that exudes regal elegance. His blond hair is styled to perfection, and every step he takes is graceful, like a prince from a fairy tale. His emerald-green eyes are alight with warmth and charm as he steps further into the room. It’s as if the entire atmosphere has shifted, focused solely on him… I’m focused solely on him. 

I can’t help but feel a rush of emotions. My pulse quickens, and my palms grow sweaty. The way he carries himself, the effortless charisma he exudes, it’s all incredibly magnetic. Henry has always had that effect on people, but for me, it’s something deeper. He moves through the crowd, greeting guests and flashing his charming smile. I watch, captivated by his every gesture. It’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing that someone like Henry is so close yet so far. He makes me feel alive, but I’ve never had the courage to act on my own feelings. 

Alex’s words linger in the air as he spots Henry making his entrance and with an enthusiastic wave and mischievous grin, he calls out, “Henry! Percy!” And beckons them over. Henry turns towards Percy and together they make their ay through the crowd, charming smiles in tow. 

My heart flutters nervously as they approach. Alex gives me a knowing look and, with a wink, he immediately grabs Percy’s arm and drags him away, leaving me standing there with Henry. It’s as if the universe itself conspired to put us together, alone in a sea of revelry. Henry’s eyes meet mine, and his smile is nothing short of enchanting. It lights up his face, crinkling the corners of his bright eyes, and I’m momentarily lost in the depths of his gaze. His presence is magnetic, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. 

“Y/N,” he says, voice warm and inviting, name rolling of his tongue in a way that has my face heating up, “It’s been too long. How have you been?” 

The sound of his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I’m stumbling over my words, “Good! I’ve been… good. Just caught up with all my lectures, you know the usual.” 

Henry's smile remains as he steps closer, the distance between us diminishing until he's right beside me. I can feel the warmth of his body, and the proximity is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. It's closer than friends would stand, and it's enough to steal the air from my lungs, “You’ve always been such a hard worker, Y/N. It’s admirable.”

Leaning casually against the bar, he turns his attention to the bartender and orders two glasses of champagne. The bubbles in the crystal-clear liquid seem to dance in anticipation, much like the butterflies in my stomach. Henry’s gaze never leaves me, and I can feel his eyes on me like a gentle caress.

The glasses are placed before us, and Henry raises his in a toast, “To new beginnings,” he murmurs, voice low and filled with meaning. I clink my glass against his, our eyes locked and he watches me as I take a sip of mine. His fingers brushing against mine on the bar, a touch so subtle, it sends shivers down my spine and I’m sure I’m imagining it really. It’s as if he’’s testing the waters, gauging my reaction and I can’t stop the small smile. 

Then, just as the champagne begins to work its magic, one of my favourite songs starts playing. The familiar melody fills the air, and I can’t help but grin. It’s a song that is impossible to resist, with a rhythm that just demands to be danced to. 

Without thinking, I put our glasses down on the bar and turn to Henry, my hand reaching out to grab his. His fingers entwine with mine, and I lead him away from the bar and into the crowd of minor celebs and friends who are already hot and sweaty and very drunk, screaming and dancing their hearts out. 

Henry follows me willingly, but as we begin to move to the music, it becomes evident that he’s more accustomed to the controlled elegance of ballroom dancing. His movements are awkward, but endearing in their own way. I can’t help but chuckle softly at his attempts, and I decide to help him out. My hands are finding his hips, guiding them to sway in time with the beat, an intimate gesture, our bodies pressed close as we move to the music with Henry slowly loosening up. 

As the music continues to envelop us, Henry’s initial awkwardness gives way to a newfound confidence. His emerald eyes sparkle with a mix of determination and playfulness, mirroring my own excitement. We move together, our bodies swaying to the rhythm, each step bringing us closer both physically and emotionally. With my hands still on his hips, I guide him through it, our bodies pressed intimately close. The world outside the tent seems to fade away entirely, leaving just the two of us lost in the music and each other. It’s a moment of vulnerability, of shared laughter and stolen glances that speak volumes. 

Amid the pulsating rhythm of the music and the infectious joy in Henry's laughter, I can vaguely hear the countdown beginning. The whole room joins in, voices rising in unison, counting down from ten. But my focus remains solely on Henry, his smile radiant, his head thrown back with unabashed joy. Alex’s words, “take a chance” echo in my ears like a mantra. The seconds tick away, and as we dance together, I feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation building inside me. The countdown is not just for the new year; it’s a countdown to a moment that feels like it might make or break me or Henry. 

“Ten… Nine… Eight…” 

The voices around us grow louder, the excitement palpable. Henry and I slowly stop dancing, our bodies inches apart. I can feel his warm breath against my lips, and the world around us seems to blur into a hazy backdrop. It’s just the two of us, facing each other with the new year about to come into being. 

“Three… Two…” 

“Take a chance.” I whisper, my voice barely louder than a breath, but I know Henry hears it. Our eyes remain locked, and I know we’ve been dancing around our feelings for far too long, it’s time to take that leap of faith. 

And then, as the room erupts into cheers, as fireworks explode in the night sky outside, I close the remaining gap between us. I lean in and press my lips to Henry’s, a kiss that speaks of hope, of courage and of a love that’s been waiting in the wings for far too long. 

Henry’s lips are soft and warm against mine, the taste of champagne on his tongue as he kisses me back with almost more fervour. A sensation that sends a jolt of electricity through my entire body, and a whirlwind of emotions. There’s a rush of exhilaration, like I’m standing at the edge of  a precipice, ready to leap into the unknown. The years of longing and unspoken desires culminate in this one kiss, and it’s as if a weight I didn’t even know I was carrying had been lifted. 

Henry kisses me back with a hunger that’s been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Our connection deepens, and it’s as if our souls are finally aligning, finding their perfect match in each other. Time seems to stand still as we share this moment of passion and tenderness. The world outside may be celebrating the new year with fireworks and cheers, but for us, there’s only the soft brush of lips and a promise of a future with Henry. 

As our kiss breaks, the lingering taste of champagne and the warmth of Henry’s lips still etched on mine, I watch a mixture of satisfaction and panic dance across Henry’s face. It’s as if he’s teetering on the edge of something profound, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve misjudged the situation. But then, he closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep, steadying breath. When he opens them again, there's a newfound determination in his gaze. He cups my cheek gently, his thumb rubbing across my cheekbone in a loving caress, sending shivers down my spine, ”Take a chance, huh?" he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with tenderness.

I nod, a surge of hope and anticipation welling up within me. "Yeah, Henry," I reply, my voice equally soft, “I wanna take a chance.” 

“Let’s take that chance then.” 

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