summary: alfie was big everywhere...but you finally decide you're ready for him.
a/n: first time writing fic in a few years yayyy also. yes i am american lol
wc: 4.5k
content: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), vaginal fingering, big dick alfie, established relationship, implied chubby fem reader.
you and alfie had spent most of the morning swimming.
he didn’t want you to feel like your long weekend in harrogate was a waste and he was trying his best. not letting you follow him out of bed in the morning, instead kissing you breathless into the pillows and tucking you back into the sheets before he leaves you to sink between sleep and wakefulness in the warmth of the bed before you hear the door creak open again.
the breakfast wasn’t anything fancy, but the extra effort he put into it for you was very sweet. between bites he explained that he’d found a lake for you guys to spend the morning at. “like, a proper lake, not some shit little creek that has sewage runoff flowing through it.” you giggle to yourself and just nod at his enthusiasm, grateful that you actually listened to him when he told you to pack a swimsuit.
and you had to give it to him, it was a proper lake that he had found. not super big, but definitely deep enough for you two to actually float and swim in. the water was a welcome relief against your heated skin, the sun sitting high and hot in the sky. it seemed as if no one even knew of the lake’s existence, your morning of splashing about not interrupted by a single soul. it made you wonder how long he’d spent searching it out, imaging him spending hours driving around, trying to find the perfect spot for you two.
you felt like a little kid again when alfie tried coaxing you out of the water and into the car to go back to the grotto. the morning had been so peaceful, the water so refreshing, you didn’t want to leave. but your skin was starting to burn under the afternoon sun and your stomach was starting to growl. eventually you pulled yourself back up to the bank to towel yourself off and slip into the dry clothes you had packed.
and it’s not like you hadn’t been naked in front of each other before. while you guys don’t get to spend the most time together with your schedules not always aligning, he had started staying at your place when he came into the city instead of scrambling to find whatever hotel had vacancy when his train arrived. him crawling into your bed late at night after a shoot had led to a few sloppy handjobs that usually end with his fingers curled in your wet cunt. but the casual intimacy of being naked together without any real endgame isn’t something that you guys are quite used to yet.
you blush and giggle through stripping yourself out of your wet swimsuit and him out of his wet gym shorts since he still didn’t have a proper set of swim trunks yet. even though neither of you had seen a single person since coming to your little spot, the thrill of being caught naked together in public still sent a thrill up your spine. while you can feel his eyes lingering on your body, you know you’re not any better, watching the rivulets of water bead down his muscles. but your stomach growls and kills the mood, signaling the need for a food stop on the way back to the grotto.
alfie grabs a shower first when you guys get back, “i’ll be quick because i know you probably gotta wash your hair and shit.” and luckily he was quick, because you did have to wash your hair from the way alfie kept trying to cradle you to his chest like a baby in the water.
when you finally made it out of the bathroom he was stretched out on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, looking through emails on his laptop. as you filled up your water bottle from the tap in the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice how small the laptop looked in his lap. the impressive spread of his thighs and massive width of his hands making it look almost tiny in comparison.
he notices you staring as he bangs away at the keys, “just gotta finish this up real quick then i’m all yours, love.”
you hear him click around on the mousepad as you put the cap back on your water bottle and take a long sip from it. he finally shuts the laptop closed and sets it aside on the coffee table, shifting himself on the couch, thighs spreads and arms open at his sides. a clear invitation. you didn’t have to be asked twice.
but before you made a place for yourself in his lap you stood between his legs and held out your water bottle in front of his face. there were few things you’d change about alfie, his quirks were what caught your attention anyways, but his abysmal diet and lack of real hydration were things you were slowly trying to change over time. his scowl at the offered beverage was met with a pointed look from you which turned into a triumphant smile when he finally leaned forward to take a few long sips from the bottle.
satisfied, you set the bottle on the coffee table behind you and make yourself comfortable in his lap. his arms go around your waist as you settle atop his thighs, knees on either side. you’re wearing a pair of soft cotton shorts you packed and a well worn shirt of his that you snagged from his dresser after your shower. he’s dressed similarly, a loose pair of workout shorts and a baggy, soft t-shirt that you bury your nose in as you lean your head against his shoulder and bring your hands up around his shoulders.
you can feel the warmth of his hands against your back and giggle at the way he noses up your neck and takes a deep inhale. “you smell fuckin’ good.”
your face splits into a grin at the compliment, “thank you, i know how much you like the smell of my shampoo, but i did actually use your body wash, too, while i was in there.” the way he stiffens in your arms makes you hesitate, “is that ok?”
when he pulls back to look at you notice the flush on his cheeks and his sheepish smile, “you’re in my clothes, you smell like me, you’re in my lap. like, i must be fucking dreaming.”
you can’t help but laugh at his boyish earnestness, you could always trust alfie to tell you exactly how he felt about something. you brushed your lips against his, “definitely not a dream.”
“thank fucking god.” he closes the barely there distance between your lips and dips his hands underneath your baggy shirt, warm palms trailing up and down your back. he was always a surprisingly good kisser (“nothing worse than a bloke trying to swallow a girl’s face”), always letting you lead and set the pace. your fingers found their way back to the soft curls of his mullet, nails scratching his scalp in the way you know he loves.
you get lost in the feeling of his lips against yours and the feel of his hands sweeping over whatever skin he can reach, your hips twitch without a thought. he pulls back from your lips as a harsh keen escapes from his.
“oh,” you try not to laugh, you really do, “some kissings got you hard, buttle?”
“i’ve been rockin’ a semi damn near all day,” he exclaims, his eyebrows going up under his fringe with the effort. his hands settle again at the small of your back, pinkies slipping under the waistband of your shorts. “wake up to you in my bed, gotta watch you in that swimsuit, thinking about you in my shower. what’s a bloke supposed to do besides get bricked up, ‘ya know?”
you suppress your giggle at his unabashed honesty, instead leaning forward to whisper against his lips, “maybe you should finish what you started.” you delight in the gasp he lets out as you connect your lips again, knowing your words caught him off guard. usually, your intimacy leans a little more…goofy, you two are usually never able to take each other seriously, or he’ll usually say something that catches you completely off guard and unable to suppress your laughter. but sometimes you’re able to render him useless with a few sultry words.
his hands gripped your love handles as he pulled away to mutter against your lips, “don’t worry, i’ll get you first.” but before he had the opportunity to lift you out of his lap to lie you back on the couch you grabbed his biceps.
“wait, wait,” your heart did flutter at the look of concern that washed over his face, always preoccupied with your comfort. “i was thinking instead of what we usually do,” you took a deep breath, trying to build up your confidence under the heat of his gaze, “maybe we try…doing it for real?”
your stomach heats up with embarrassment as the words come out of your mouth, so unbelievably juvenile and unserious for such a request. but his eyebrows shoott up in his surprise and the grip his hands have around your waist tighten, “are you sure? because i know you’ve been kind of putting if off bec-”
“i haven’t been putting it off,” you slump in his lap a little bit, feeling just a little bratty about his assumption. “i’ve just been,” you adjust yourself in his lap again, feeling the hot girth between your legs again, “a little nervous.”
since you first met alfie you figured he must have been proportionate…everywhere. big hands, broad shoulders. thick thighs. but nothing could have prepared you when you reached your hand into his pants for the first time. he had come into london on a late night train and finally took you up on your offer of staying at your place instead of renting a hotel. there had been tension brewing between the two of you for weeks and during his last pop in to london he had finally kissed you in a quiet corner of a pub. he had cradled your jaw with a softness that meant he was serious about you.
so, you tried to keep yourself busy while you waited for his arrival but you couldn’t stop thinking about him and made a beeline for your door when the buzzer went off. you got him underneath you on your couch, his hands trailing across all the skin he could reach, lips kissing up the column of your throat. when you snaked your hands under the waistband of his loose joggers and finally felt the weight of him in your hand you had to pull back in disbelief, “you have to be joking, alfie.”
his eyes were unfocused and dazed, his lips were swollen, brows furrowed in confusion. absolutely adorable, “what?”
you couldn’t help but grin as you pulled his waistband down further, tucking it underneath his balls to put him fully on display. you wrapped your hand around the thick base, feeling it pulse underneath your fingers, barely even meeting each other around the girth of him. you had been transfixed on the thick, wet head before you finally ripped your eyes away to look back up at him. you couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all, “alf, i don’t even know if i can get this thing in my mouth.”
“well, lucky for you, if you breathe on it enough i’ll definitely nut.”
“are you sure?” he whispers, lips brushing yours and his dark eyes searching your face. he always had a way of making you feel seen and safe.
you wish you could stay in this tender moment forever, but you jertk your hips again and the feel of him hot and hard underneath you sends a zip of desire up your spine, your cunt clenching around nothing. “i’m sure,” you murmur back, “don’t you want to, alf?”
your big, pleading eyes make him swear under his breath and suddenly you’re being lifted up and off the couch. a yelp leaves your lips as you scramble to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands rest under your ass, holding you securely against him as he walks you back to his bedroom. “wanted to do this since the first time i fucking saw ‘ya.”
he sets you down gently on the bed with your hips at the edge of the mattress and his hands reach out to hold your ankles. he stands over you and just looks down at you with a boyish grin on his face. before you can bring your hands up to your face embarrassment he finally speaks, “god, you are just fucking gorgeous.” he leans down so he’s able to nose under jaw, kissing your soft skin there. “can’t believe you trust me to do this.”
you bring your hands up to cup his jaw, bringing his head back up to look into his eyes. “of course i trust you, alfie. i’ve been waiting for the right time to do this.” your fingers find their way into his soft curls, bringing his mouth to yours in a needy, wet kiss.
you could have stayed like that for hours, relishing in the feeling of your tongues meeting in a messy glide, your hands fisted in his curls, his hands wandering up your legs, spreading against your wet core over your shorts. but alfie had other ideas, fingers curling into the waistband of your shorts pulling them and your panties down your legs, tossing them away into some corner of the dimly lit bedroom. the cool air against your core made you gasp and his big hands trailing up the softness of your thighs made you squirm against the comforter.
you feel so exposed as you lay underneath him, his dark eyes roaming over your body, taking you all in. it makes you want to hide, cover up your softness and stretch marks so he can’t see them, but then you watch his gaze lower down to your cunt. his fingers are feather light as they stroke up your thighs.
“fuck,” he whispers, thumb ghosting over your glistening folds. it’s just a whisper of a touch, but it has you arching your hips up into his hand. “how are you already so fucking wet for me?”
the awe in his voice makes you whimper and reach your hands up for him, needing him close. you get your fingers in his hair to drag his face down to your’s so you can look him in the eyes. you take a moment to steel yourself, getting the words out before you chicken out, “i want you all the time, alfie.”
you try not to feel too smug when he drops his head into the dip of your neck, feeling him groan against your skin. you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him closer to you as you giggle at his misery. but his hands were still stroking around between your thighs and you let out a moan of surprise as you feel one of his long fingers breaching your entrance and stretching out your hole.
your arms fell from around his neck as you writhed on his finger, wanting to get him deeper. his gaze was hot as you pulled away from his spot against your neck, looking at your blissed out face. “gotta prepare you if you want me so bad, darling.”
your hips bucked at every thrust of his finger, wanting more and more of him but knowing that he’s right, he has to prepare you first. he straightens himself back up, standing between the cradle of your hips at almost his full height, head tilted down to watch your wet cunt grip around his digit. he brings his free hand up to your tummy, holding you down against the bed. it makes you pause, self consciousness creeping into your brain, pulling you out of your haze at the way his fingers squeeze against your pudge. but you’re taken out of your thoughts at the sound of his voice.
“squirmy little thing you are,” he whispers to himself, before dragging his gaze back up to yours, “think you’re ready for another?”
the little grin on his lips, the whites of his cute canines just barely visible, makes your breath catch for a moment. he was so cute and he was yours. you finally found your words, “yeah, i’m ready.”
his grin stretched bigger across his lips before he cut his eyes back down to your pussy, pulling his finger out to the opening of your entrance before pumping in two. the stretch burned but it made heat burst in your gut and your walls clench, trying to pull them in deeper. you whined and moaned and reached down to wrap both hands around his wrist, his hand still holding you down by your stomach. your nails clawed at him, senses overwhelmed by the fullness of his fingers.
after a few more moments of you uselessly writhing against the bed he asks, “ready for another one, sweetheart?”
your eyes were slits, brain already fuzzy from his fingers gliding against your walls. you nod your head without even thinking about the question, just trusting him to take care of you. you felt his lips on yours as he swallowed up all the pathetic little whimpers you made as a third finger stretched your cunt. your fingers gripped the long locks at the nape of his neck, feeling feverish at the way he draped his body over yours. it felt like he was everywhere and you were getting closer and closer to the edge every second.
“alfie,” you whined into his neck, his curls tickling your lips as you slurred into his skin, “i’m close.”
he pulled away from you and you whined again at the loss of contact, feeling clingy and needy due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. you squirmed as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, a wet sound filling the room as your walls fluttered around nothing. you watched him through half lidded eyes as he stepped out of his joggers, his hard, thick cock slapping against the ridges of his abs.
“i got you, i got you,” he mumbles as his big hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling your hips to the edge of the mattress to meet his. the feeling of his hot length sliding against your folds makes your head snap up from the bed, focusing your gaze to where your bodies meet. his length and girth are intimidating, but you can’t help but grind your hips against him, reveling in the way he groans, low and deep.
you gasp as he squeezes the back of your thighs, pushing them to your chest and keeping you spread open for him. “holy shit,” he marveled down at your wet folds, hips canting, cock covered in your wetness.
“alfie,” you whined, squirming against the bed. the wait was almost unbearable, you didn’t understand why he would tease you like this.
“wait, wait,” he reached over to his bedside table, pulling the drawer open and coming back to you with a half empty bottle of lube. “a little bit of extra help can’t hurt, right?” he explained as he dribbled the cold lube against your hot core, shushing your little gasp of shock at the sensation.
“i got you,” he reassured again as he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed through your tender resistance. you whimper as his thick length stretches your walls deliciously, you body overwhelmed, not knowing if you should pull your hips away from the intrusion or thrust your hips to take more of him in. he decides for you, placing his hand back on your soft stomach, holding you down as he slowly plunges his length into your wet cunt.
he shushes the endless stream of noise spilling out of your lips, “just a little bit more, darling, i know you can do it.”
and you wanted to so badly for him, to take him all, prove that you could do it. but, when you felt his thick tip push up against your cervix painfully you pushed yourself up on your elbows as he stilled his hips for a moment. you brought one of your hands up to press against his abs, “i can’t take it all,” you confessed, feeling tears prick at your due to the disappointment you felt in yourself.
“it’s ok, sweetheart,” he reassures as he brings his knee up to rest against the edge of the bed next to your body, bringing him closer to your face so he can press kisses against your flushed face. “i think you might feel better the other way.”
all you can do is nod your head as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling open and needy. he gets his big hands on your hips and urges you to turn over. one of his hands stays on your hip while the other trails up your back, keeping your chest down to the soft, warm bed while your hips are up to meet his groin.
his hand strokes down your back, grounding you as it stills against your ass cheek. he uses that hand to pull you apart, eyes locked onto your dripping folds. “still so wet for me.”
“alfie…,” it’s all you can say at this point, pussy stretched out and mind only filled with thoughts of him. your hands fist the comforter and the bed soaks up your guttural moan as he finally pushes the tip in again, your walls swallowing him like it was where he was meant to be. and alfie was right, it did feel better like this. it still felt like he was splitting you open, but in a way that made your clit throb and made you feel like your brain was leaking through your ears.
all you could was hold on to the comforter as his thrusts rock through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. the only thing that slips past your lips is pure nonsense, mouth unable to form any intelligible words, but alfie wasn’t any better either.
“holy shit, i don’t care how long it takes me to finger you, i could do this every fucking day if you’d let me,” he confided between breathes, big hands squeezing your love handles with every thrust. despite the initial discomfort, you couldn’t help but agree with him and kick yourself for being too nervous to try this sooner. you would be face first in his mattress every night if it meant you got to feel him splitting you open like this.
you can feel heat pooling in your gut and you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, chasing the pleasure zipping through you. you’re getting close, but you know he’s getting close too. his thrust getting sloppier, his hands gripping your thick hips harder, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. you snake a hand underneath yourself, fingers landing on your swollen clit. the contact makes your pussy clench around him.
“fuck,” he exhales, big palm coming down harshly on one of your asscheeks, making you squeal underneath him. he wraps his arm around your waist, broad body blanketing your’s as his thick fingers nudge your’s away and press down on your clit, making your toes curl. you almost choke as your orgasm rips through you, pussy squeezing around his thick length relentlessly, “i got you, i got you.” he chants against your heated skin.
you melt into the mattress as you come down from your high, his arm around your waist being the only thing keeping you up. it’s overstimulating, sensations completely overwhelming and yet you couldn’t feel more content and boneless as his thrusts began to turn sloppy. you turn your head so the comforter is against your cheek and see his hand clenching the fabric by your head. you reach your hand up and loosely cover his before whining, “please, alf, i want it.”
“fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good and i’m so fucking close, sweetheart,” he adjusts your hands so his is covering yours and its like he’s everywhere. you try your best to meet his erratic thrusts and clench your walls around his twitching cock, but every thrust of his hips has your brain short circuiting. your clit gives a pathetic twitch as his thrust stutter and finally still against you, his hot cum finally coating your walls.
you whimper when he pulls out, pussy gaping and then clenching around nothing. he runs his warm hands up your back before reaching back down to your hips and lowering your legs down to the bed. you feel useless and unable to move but you hum in contentment as he blankets himself over you and kisses your shoulders, lips trailing up your neck. “fuck, that may be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
you give a tired smile at the earnestness in his voice, “what about all the sidemen stuff you’ve been doing lately?” you tease.
“sidemen don’t have a pussy like yours,” his lack of filter seemingly even more present despite his obvious exhaustion. as you giggle he adjusts his position, scooting himself off of you, but still keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulder and face pressed into the back of your shoulder so his words drift over your ear.
you two fall silent for a few long moments and it gives you a second to catalog the delicious aches of your body. the ache of your cunt from being stretched, the ache of your thighs from the intensity of your orgasm, the ache in your ass cheek where you hope his handprint is still visible. you’re taken out of your thoughts by alfie’s voice, a soft whisper.
“thank you,” is all he says.
it shocks you a bit, the quiet honesty of it. you shift a bit, tucking your elbows underneath yourself, head raising from the bed as alfie rolls over onto his back so you can look each other in the eyes. as your eyes trace his face you watch his cheeks flush with color, his lips twitch with an embarrassed smile as he brings his arm up to cover his eyes.
you reach over to grab his hand, wanting to see his eyes, “thank you?” you repeat, just a question, not a tease.
“i don’t know,” he tries to explain, not always the best at voicing his true feelings but always trying for you, “it just felt special.”
the warmth that washed over you was immense. you knew that you were one of the lucky ones that got to see this raw and emotional side of alfie and you never tried to take it for granted. “it was so special, alf,” you leaned over, trailing kisses over his cheek, his nose, and then finally planting one against his lips.
contains: mutual yearning with proximity, friends with benefits?smut, unprotected sex (be safe please), public sex kinda, fluff at the end if you squint.
a/n: hello🌚 i feel judged by my ancestors when i write smut @luvdixon 😭😭 anyways, hope you all enjoy x
the sun was shining in Monte Carlo, and the weather was boiling. you and your friends were here for the f1, and everyone was filming their own individual vlogs.
for the second day, you were all on a yacht to watch the racing. you were wearing a long, white, beautiful dress.
you weren’t sure if it was the hot weather or the alcohol buzzing through your body, but alfie looked good. you had never looked at him like this before. he was just your friend?
he was wearing a knitted vest, his biceps out on show, and his fresh mullet just topped everything off.
and somehow, chip saw you admiring him.
he nudged your side, “you rate him don’t you?”
“what are you talking about?” you sipped your champagne, acting oblivious.
“you like him!” chip teased, dragging on his sentence.
“i don’t like him, he just looks weirdly fit today.” you mutter into your glass.
“he’s been looking at you too, you know?” chip raised his eyebrows, making you hum in interest.
“really?” you ask, glancing toward alfie only to see him looking at you with his sunglasses covering his eyes.
“go talk to him.” chip urges you, slightly pushing you to walk in the direction that alfie was in.
“okay, okay.” you sigh, quickly fixing your hair and adjusting your dress to get your cleavage showing slightly more.
you made your way across the floor, feeling a flutter in your stomach at the potential night ahead you could have. alfie watched you walk all the way over to him, looking a bit too confident.
“hey.” you say in a quiet tone, sitting dangerously close to him that your thigh is pressing against his leg.
“you alright girl?” he asked with a grin, making your heart jump.
“yeah i’m good, just hot.” you fan yourself off, the heat and nerves you were feeling applying warmth to your skin.
“yeah.” he nods, scanning your body quickly but not quick enough that you’d miss it.
“i like your outfit.” you tease, sipping your drink as you obviously check him out right in front of his face. the sudden burst of confidence shocked the both of you.
“thanks, i like this dress.” he plays with the hem of the dress casually, “suits you.”
“you think?” you edge him to say more, wanting to hear his honest thoughts about the dress you were wearing that complimented your curves just in the right places.
“oh yeah.” he hummed, licking his lips. “gorgeous.” he confirmed.
“thanks alfie.” you leaned back against the lounger, your shoulder pressing against his. the skin contact making goosebumps rise on your arms.
“you’re staying with becky and gabs aren’t you?” he asks, turning to face you.
“yeah i am.” you nod, curious as to why he was asking.
“i think you should come back to our villa tonight.” he swipes his tongue against his cheek after he speaks.
“should i?” your voice drops slightly, but in a sultry tone.
“oh yeah, get a few drinks with us.” his eyebrow quirks, almost as if he was overly confident that you’d say yes. but he didn’t want you to come back to his for drinks, he wanted you to come back with him.
“yeah i will then.” you say after a moment of silence, making him nod with a smirk.
“mmm good.” he hums quietly.
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the night moves along smoothly in monaco, all of you enjoying the race and company. well, you and alfie specifically enjoying each others company.
after the conversation earlier in the evening, you were practically attached to the hip, but not on purpose. wherever you were, he was there. alfie always choosing to stand next to you, a discreet hand on your lower back, or on your thigh under the table.
the tension was undeniable. and at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if everyone felt it. which they did. the looks to each other across the room, quick glances, whispering to each other. becky and gabby weren’t shocked when you said you were going back to his.
when you arrived at the boys’ villa, you were all incredibly drunk. which probably influenced your decision to come along, you weren’t so sure that if you were sober you’d be there.
but in the moment, you were there, with alfie.
“aren’t all the rooms taken, where will i stay?” you ask the group, but your eyes landing on alfie as he took his vest off, revealing his strong chest and sculpted abs.
“i’m sure alfie won’t mind you crashing with him, he’s got the biggest room, with a balcony.” chip winks, making your face flush.
“let me show you.” alfie speaks up from next to you, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you to his room.
you walked into the spacious bedroom. a bed, his stuff, the bathroom, the balcony.
you step outside the doors connecting to the large balcony, walking to the edge. alfie tailing behind closely.
your nails traced the shapes on the railing, looking down toward the pool, and out to the beautiful view.
a gasp escapes your lips as you feel arms slither around your waist, a strong scent behind you of the familiar man you’d been close to all night.
“like the view?” he mumbles, his lips moving against your ear making you shiver.
“yeah, beautiful.” you breathe out, suddenly the presence of him being so close had your heart hammering.
he hummed before speaking again, “i saw you staring at me all day, making it obvious hm?” he questions.
“you looked good.” you speak confidently, or atleast you were pretending to be confident, the shakiness in your words betrayed you.
“you too, but i wanna see what’s under this dress. that okay?” he pecks the back of your neck, slowly moving down to your shoulder, moving your hair to the other side.
“more than okay.” you gasp at the feeling of his lips against yours.
a silence fills you for a minute as he continues pressing his lips against your back, before you feel him reach your ear again and whispering, “if there weren’t so many people here, i’d bend you over this balcony right now.”
you shakily let out a breath, before plucking the courage to speak up without sounding like a nervous wreck. “you still can.”
he chuckles and spins you around by your waist, “you sure?” he double checks before he makes any other moves.
“very.” you nod, and before you can speak again his lips are on yours. tongues messily moving against each other, your hands are in his curly hair, one of his hands on your waist and the other squeezing your ass.
“we’ll just have to be quiet.” you break away from the kiss but his lips are straight back on yours, almost like he physically cannot be away from you.
“think you can do that girl?” he asks against your lips, whilst unbuckling his belt making you smirk and nod.
he throws his belt to the side but slightly wincing at the loud noise it made from connecting with the concrete floor, he spins you around so that your back is facing him. he slowly pushes you down so that your back is arched and ass is pressed against his crotch.
his fingers dance down your legs before reaching the bottom of your dress, slowly dragging it up to reveal your matching white lacy panties. a groan leaves his lips at the sight.
“fucking hell.” he mutters before sliding his fingers under your underwear, “so soaked for me already.”
you whine before grinding your hips against him, “please alf.”
he unbuttons his cream coloured pants before tugging them down along with his boxers, you feel him drag his tip through your folds.
alfie slowly pushes himself in, earning a moan from you as you let your head fall forward.
“tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?” his sentence ends slightly high pitch from the pleasure he was feeling and he couldn’t hide it.
“so big.” you speak but it’s muffled from your arm as you don’t want to chance getting caught.
his hips snap into yours, repeatedly hitting that one spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you had never felt this euphoric.
“jesus, yes!” you whine, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts making him grunt.
“i’m not gonna last long-” he exhales, closing his eyes as he moves faster, chasing his orgasm. but it before you’re satisfied.
it wasn’t long before your orgasm came crashing down on you, letting out a load moan from you as you cover your mouth as quickly as you could. the clench around him pushed him over the edge as he released inside of you.
“fucking hell girl.” he chuckles as he helps you stand straight, before guiding you inside, closing the sliding doors behind him.
“i sure do hope no one heard, or saw.” you laugh before covering your face as the clarity hits you.
alfie shrugs, “would do it again.” he teases, throwing a t shirt toward you for you to sleep in.
“shut up.” you laugh as you smack him with the shirt.
a silence fills the room as you separate to change out of your clothes from today and clean yourselves up.
both of you climb under the covers, before facing each other.
alfie’s the first to speak up, “d’ya think we’ll regret this tomorrow? considering we’re such good friends.” he asks quietly, almost a worried tone in his voice.
you shrug your shoulders slightly, “i don’t think i will, but it’s not like we’ll do this again. right?” you speak.
“probably not, no. i just don’t want this to change our friendship, you know?” his eyes squint, trying to get you to understand where he’s coming from.
you nod, “it won’t, i promise.” you reassure alfie, making a smile appear on his face.
and just as you think the conversation’s ended, alfie speaks up hesitantly.
“aye, what happens in monaco, stays in monaco.” he chuckles, immediately getting back to his own personality before turning away to fall asleep.
you let out a laugh before laying on your side, he turns back around too and drapes an arm around your stomach, “night alf.”
Would you do an ab smut where his bereal goes off when him and reader are having sex and reader has hickies all over her neck and he does the bereal and their friends react?
JUST FOR YOU — alfie buttle.┊ ➶ ｡˚ °𖥔 ݁ ˖
— hello anon!! i was acc planning to do this already so thank yew for pushing me into acc writing this fic 😓😓 but here u go xx
backstory: you and alfie have been together for at least 8-9 months now, it was no secret you guys were together, from the very start — alfie introduced you on his stream, you’ve been in some of his youtube videos and you’ve even met his friends. you’ve had sex with alfie more times you could count but it was his first time to mark you — you wake up to a surprise.
c/w: smut, fluff, swearing, alcohol consumption
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—ALFIE CAME HOME LATE after filming all day in london, putting his keys on the table and throwing his jacket somewhere around the room as he basically threw himself onto the couch beside you.
“hello baby” you smiled softly, leaning up to face him, turning onto your side as he grumbled a ‘hey’
“fucking hell.. i’m actually knackered” he mumbles putting his hand on the side of your thigh, rubbing up and down slowly. “i’ve been missin’ you all day” he said with a soft smirk, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on your lips. “ive missed you too” you giggled softly against his lips.
“do you want anything? food, hot tea, coffee, a massage?” you offered leaning upwards like preparing just incase he wanted to request something. his eyes glance down south — your eyes following down briefly and see a semi in his pants which made you raise a brow. “you’ve gotten hard already from just kissing me?” you joked, biting your lip in almost a teasing manner. with no hesitation, ──── he simply lifted you onto his lap like you were a feather. your legs now straddling him as he stared up at you in awe “can you blame me, i’m just a lad who misses his girl” he shrugged, glancing at your lips before looking back into your eyes.
his hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, his cold hands sending shivers through your body which made his smirk wider. he looked up at you for your approval before taking your shirt off, along with your bra and pj shorts.
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it wasn’t long until both your clothes were tossed around the room in random areas, alfie’s shirt was off and his jeans pooling at his feet, not even fully off his legs. “s’it alright if it’s a little rough?” he asked softly, his eyes never leaving your face. a frantic nod shook from your head as he grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto his aching dick, tipping your head back while a loud groan escaped his lips. “fuuuck” he said in almost a moan as he guided your hips down on him, on his pace.
“fuck- you’re beautiful” he murmured, leaning up as his lips latch on to your breast, kissing and sucking on it as his tongue flicked around your nipple. “oh- fuck” you moan out, your back arching involuntarily, basically giving yourself to him. he kisses up your body, now to your collarbone area and felt his lips suck around the nape of your neck, finding your sweet spot almost immediately - causing you to gasp loud.
you felt his teeth nibble at your skin, his tongue soothing the area where he nibbled before moving just below your chin. you didn’t think — you couldn’t think in the moment but after you woke up was a whole different story …
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your eyes fluttered open, alfie’s arm slung over your chest — the cold breeze slowly hitting your bare body causing you to shiver. you lean up - checking the time to see 1:00PM on your home screen. you get up, stretching your body and grabbing a simple shirt, either yours or alfie’s and a pair of underwear as you scrolled through your phone a bit as you headed to the kitchen.
the plan for your guys’ day was to meet up with a few friends, sabina, josh, arthur fredrick and becky. you go about your noon as usual, first just making a bit of scran for the both of you. a simple protein shake and a ham and cheese sandwich. alfie was usually a heavy sleeper so you decided to just have your shower and guessed by the time you finished, he’d be awake.
as you come out of the shower, wiping off the hot steam from your shower. you see it. your jaw drops at the sight of your neck covered in hickeys and lovebites. “alfie!” you call him, not angrily but more of a ‘you need to see this’ tone.
about a few seconds later, he comes in, in just his boxers as his eyes widened when he sees your body, he had a few from you last night which made you flush a little but it definitely wasn’t as noticeable as yours. he looked surprised himself at the hickeys on your neck but he didn’t apologise, a smug smirk growing on his lips — filled with pride and pure cheekiness.
“it’s not funny! our friends are gonna see this and think we’re animals!” you exclaimed stressfully, looking in the mirror as your fingers traced each mark. “well you were riding me like a fucken-“ he was cut off by you hitting his chest. “oh my god“ you groaned, rolling your eyes as he laughed, leaning on the doorframe as he watched you stress. “i don’t even think i have enough concealer to cover all this up” you huffed.
“then don’t” he replied simply with a small shrug. “at least this time, lads will know your taken.” he rolled his eyes, his thoughts recalling back to the one time at the bar when a few lads tried to get your number or take you home with them. 4 men exactly but who’s counting? he thought.
“stop being so possessive, i admit seeing you jealous is sexy but this is a whole new level” you joked. he tutted. “oh you’ll live, now c’mon girl — i need to get ready” he jerked his head, indicating for you to leave which you did.
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after arriving to the pub, you’ve decided to give up trying to cover the hickeys.
“well, looks like you two had great fun last night!“ josh said as him and sabina giggled, looking at you both with a grin. you all did a big cheers as your face flushed in embarrassment while alfie walked around, practically showing off his hickey like it was a trophy. whilst you all sat at around the table having a laugh and chatting, a notification coming from alfie’s phone to see the notification.
‘it’s time to bereal!’
he nudged you as he got his phone ready, everyone leaning in close and posing for the bereal. “y’look leng in this” he murmured as he saved the photo, uploading the picture to bereal along with reposting it onto his instagram story.
after an hour or so of alfie not checking his phone, he finally picked it up to see about a million notifications from instagram and bereal.
‘view all 86 replies to your story!’
‘view all 110 comments on your new bereal post!’
a snicker escapes his lips, taking a screenshot of the numbers before showing the screen to you and your friends. “well at least they know you guys had a lovely time last night” becky jokes, winking at you whilst arthur and alfie bantered about it. definitely not one of the best decisions but definitely something you’d want alfie to do again.
lucky ass i hate how delusional i still am about him.
The limerence was BADD about him but I got free eeee😭😭I think it was just bc of how inconsistent he was after posting so much and doing so much press for so long. I just fell off as a fan even tho I do still enjoy his music and him
It’s been pretty dry on here lol I seen some people just stop being a fan of Jack
I’ve noticed that too just like fan pages being less active and stuff. But I mean I don’t blame him he went from doing so much to so little so quickly. Which is probably what’s best for him but hopefully it won’t mess up his career too much
I’ve also noticed this but people move on it could be due to his inactivity too so I don’t blame them. It’s sad but maybe a new wave will come through.
Ur just logging off and deleting the app off ur phone right?? U won’t be deactivating ur whole blog?? 😭 pls pls pls don’t deactivate I like coming back and reading ur posts
No not deactivating just deleting it off my phone 🤞🏾🤞🏾I wanna come back for sure. Just wanna use less social media for this semester🙂
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