hey! was just wondering if you could write about having a secret relationship with quackity and a mutual friend accidentally leaking it on social media. i'd love to see him get all protective about it đ¤ (could end in smut too)
secret relationship with alex<3
alex was protective of you. even if he bordered on paranoia at times, you knew intimately where his heart lay. he was always careful, taking you out to expensive restaurants under the guise of sunglasses and the late hour to prevent exposure to fans. alex knew how they were, how they could be. he didn't want you dragged into that.
of course, mistakes happen. even as you tried to cheer for him from the sidelines, you suddenly were under the heat of the spotlight.
it was an innocuous post. nothing suspiciousâat first. a group photo of the crew: ĂĄngel, sebastian and osvaldo grinning with their lovers. alex sat off to the side, his hand on your thigh, while your head was thrown back in laughter. alex looked at you with heart-eyes, it was a glimpse into your romance. for your eyes only.
neither of you realize the mistake, cuddled up on the couch watching an episode of breaking bad. it's when alex checks his phone does he realize the gravity of this mistake, this exposure.
"uhm, babe?" his voice trembles, and you're too engrossed in your bag of chips to glance at him.
"what's up?" you turn with your cheeks stuffed, your hair mussed. god, were you beautiful. "are you okay?"
"no," he says, shifting his position to show you his phone.
your eyes widen as you scroll, hashtags and tweets filling the timeline. his mentions were full, pinging with a new message every minute.
#QUACKITY NOVIA
#ALEX GIRLFRIEND
#ALEX GF
"i-it's 'cause, when osvaldo was trying to crop the picture, he clicked the wrong one. it's deleted, but people have screenshotsâ" alex stops himself to breathe, controlling his voice.
you search his gaze, hand instinctually moving and grasping onto his.
"babe, it's gonna be okay," you say in a quiet voice.
"no, i have to say something. it's... not right, what they're saying. and it's my life, my life! i don't want to just ignore it," he glances at you with determined eyes. "you're my future wife, i can't let this just pass by."
your smile is small but there. alex leans forward and kisses your lips, your liplock soft and loving as you slotted against each other he licks your bottom lip, entangling your tongues before pulling back.
"i'll just tweet on my private account," he murmurs, before diving back in.
hours later, a tweet notification pings all his followers.
@/quackity: i'm the happiest i've ever been, and it's all thanks to my girlfriend. she is the best thing that's ever happened to me! please respect her and us. deleting in 15
he worships you that night. he's wordless as he undresses and kisses every inch of your skin. from your shoulder to the tip of your fingers, he trails down your arm before rising back to your face.
alex was so, almost unbearably, him. his face was relaxed with you. his moles on full display with long black strands of hair tickling your cheeks. he was so utterly yours.
your boyfriend holds himself up above you with his strong arms, before bending and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. he sighs, the tension leaving his body as he kisses you.
together, you undress him and your hands greedily touch his chest. he moans softly when you flick his nipple, and your giggle is airy. you reconnect in kisses, alex laying you back against the bed.
"i love you so fucking much," he says, hips grinding against your clothed slit. "i always wanna protect you, you know?"
"you always do, alexis."
the use of his full name makes him shiver. you spread your legs wider and buck your hips against his thrusting ones. you could feel all of him, feel his hard cock throb against your pussy as the two of you dry humped.
it felt so good to feel alex's body envelop yours. he was all over you, and you clawed at his back for more, moremoremoreâ
"fuck me," you whisper against his lips. "claim me, please."
alex's eyes almost roll to the back of his head at your words, and he's shoving his boxers down and teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his flushed dick. he thrusts in a gentle motion, gliding through your puffy folds and bumping against your sensitive clit.
your panting breaths mingle together in a tantalizing tendril of love, and you're babbling with a pouty lip before alex pushes in, your lips forming an 'o' as he filled you till you were so full it ached.
alex's hands fist the sheets, before he grabbed your hands and interlaced your fingers together. he moved at a slow pace, tilting his hips until his tip kissed your cervixâa mix of a moan and a wail flying out of you.
"i fuckin' love you, i love you so much. wanna stay like this forever, god, fuuuuck. mmf, be my pretty wife."
"whaâwhat?"
your orgasm drew nearer, and you squeeze alex's hand tight as you helplessly writhe up and down against his pistoning cock. he grunts hard, exhaling after a sweet moan escapes his lips.
"ah, ah, you heard me. fuck, just love you so much, want you to be my wife. fuck, gonna cum for me? yeah, i can feel it," he taunted with a squeeze to your hand and a suckle on your neck.
you cum all at once, creaming on the base of his dick as alex fucked himself into you before cumming inside. your cream mixes together, and it's so hot and hazy as you watch alex with lazy eyes.
he's shaking, eyes closed and lips parted as he stills inside you. you two stay iike that, his chin hitting his chest and your eyes slipping closed as you lay boneless on your shared bed.
the party was bumping, you were on your third drink and feeling it as you swayed near the bar top. your drink sloshed precariously as you laughed at a joke your boyfriend repeated over the loud music.
âyouâre feeling it, hmm?â
âi donât know what youâre talking about,â you muse before taking a languid sip and eyeing your man. âiâm not drunk, jusâ wanna dance.â
âright,â alex laughs, and intertwines your fingers together to pull you close.
you move against him, dodging side to side as alex twists his feet around in his usual dance. you back yourself up against his front, swaying together with alex's hands pulling you close.
he smelled woodsy, a bit like spicy cinnamon. head tipping back, you grind against him as alex chuckles in your ear, "don't get too crazy."
"i won't" you affirm, taking his hand that had migrated to your waist, before stepping away and pulling. alex follows you like water as you say, "let's get on the dance floor."
there's a funky latin tune playing, and everyone around you is moving to the beat. alex shields you and keeps you safe from greedy onlookers. he holds you close, drink in his left hand and his right hand securely around your waist.
something inside you calls for more movement, more energy and you're bending forward just a tad to shake your hips. alex laughs, sunglasses perched on his nose as he tilts his head at you.
you stand back up, and alex nuzzles your neck with his lips, dragging against the shell of your ear to whisper over the loud music.
"that was sexy," he murmurs, voice hot as he moves against you. "you're so hot."
"i know," you say with a grin.
the music bumps up an octave, clapping with banging drums as your and alex's shoulders rub together. you can't help yourself then, shaking your ass in circles against alex's growing bulge.
he's used to your movementsâyou'd used him for "practice" many times. alex holds onto your hips loosely, not wanting to restrict your movement as you twerk on him.
the two of you envelop one another, breathing heavily and in your own worlds. you turn to wrap your arms around his shoulders. alex's hands greedily grab the fat of your ass. your kiss is heated and you feel alex's moan reverberate through his chest.
"wanna get out of here," he asks with your legs tangled together whilst you danced. "need you."
fem reader x alex going at it so much that they break the bed 𫣠(hope you have a good day đŤśđ˝đŤśđ˝)
breaking the bed with alex;)
you were on your third orgasm, and you were almost sure you might just die if alex kept it up. first, he'd come to you whilst you'd been relaxing on the couch with a book in hand. he crooned in your ear something about missing you, and before you knew it, he had hoisted you over his shoulder in a fireman carry before sauntering off to the bedroom with a grin.
now, he had your ankles by your ears as he fucked his hips into you again and again. alex's hands are all over, cascading up your plush thighs to squeeze your anklesâyour anklet with his initials dangling gold against your skin; he groaned from deep in his chest while dragging his dick out till just the tip remained inside you. he pressed forward, a keening moan flying out of you as he dug deep.
"fuckkk, you feel so tight. haven't fucked you in a bit, have i?"
"'s been a few, ah, days!"
"my bad, baby," he moans into your ear. "but i have you now, hmm? feels good, right?"
your whimper is tight and whiny, your toes curling while your hair grows mussed from your ragged shaking into the sheets. alex moves faster, pounds you harder and a heady mix of skin on skin with wet slaps fills your ears.
he was ferocious, hungry. alex was losing himself in your pussy, hips growing uncoordinated as he blatantly chased his high. you didn't mind, body reeling from each thrust against your g-spot as you admired your boyfriend getting closer and closer to his release.
it's like everything stops, alex grunting and groaning as his chin meets his chest and he thrusts hardâa sickening crack echoing in the bedroom before your intertwined bodies are slipping to the left.
you and alex both yelp, grappling onto each other as the bedframe hits the floor. you're left with silence. alex throbs inside you, his hips twitching while you pant out.
"d-did we just break the bed?"
"mm, fuck, yeah," he replies in a low tone, before gently rousing you with a gentle thrust. "c-can i still make us cum though? we can fix it later, right?"
itâs so, so hot. thatâs all he feels, warmth and wetness and heat.
alex reclines farther into the couch with the apples of his cheeks flushing and his hips bucking. heâs bundled up in a hoodie and sticky strands of hair are plastered to his forehead as he watches you go up, up, up and down, down, down.
âfuck me, baby. ohgod, feels so fuckinâ good, mmpf!!â
âyeah? i love riding you, âlex. you feel so hot, are you sure you want me toââ
âdonât stop, donât! pleaseplease, âm feeling so muchângh, better alreadyâŚâ
his words are punctuated with a loud sniffle as he pulls your wriggling hips closer; hips slotting together till heâs nestled deep inside you and whimpering. his mouth lazily runs over your tits, sucking on your nipples and moving you against his throbbing cock.
âah, fuck. âm gonna cum like this, fuckk, babyâohmygod. âm so close!â
your thighs burn as you work harder to work your cunt over alexâs dick. youâre so sloppy, barely able to hold yourself upright as you merciless bounce on his leaking tip. he goes in for a kiss, and you shake your head with an evil, knowing smirk.
ânoâugh! no kisses, remember? donât wanna get me sick.â
âi-i canât cum ânless i kiss you! please, mama, let me cum. iâm so hot, can feel âm gonna burst and fill you up!! please?â
heâs gleaning for a kiss and you grant his sick lips a sugary kiss. he was right, stomach flailing as he thrusts up into you before filling you with his cum. a strangled cry escapes alex as you fuck yourself back onto him with a soft smile. he goes practically boneless as he empties himself inside you; his eyes lidded, spent and exhausted.
âgod, fuck. âm still sick, still so pent up. can we go one more time? pleaseee?âŚâ
synopsis: alex desperately needs a babysitter for his son, jaime. somehow, you come along, bright eyed and just what alex feared: you were his type.
pairing: alex quackity x reader
words: 9k
warnings: oral sex, blowjobs, vaginal sex, unhealthy work relationship
Shirtless with his face buried in the pillow was exactly how Alex liked to sleep; his retainers on lock as drool spilled past his open mouth onto the soft cotton pillow below. It was the only way Alex knew how to sleep. Heâd gotten used to the cool sheets, the lack of warmth and the absence of a warm body. He claimed he didnât need it; it didnât bother him. Really, it didnât.
âÂĄPapĂĄ!â
He feels the impact first, feels his son throw his whole weight onto the bed with a joyful laugh. He cracks an eye open. 7:53 A.M. Fuck, Alex had slept in, and Jaime was still in his dinosaur pajamas. Alex inhaled sharply, his hair mussed as he rolled onto his elbows and looked at his son, who stared back at him with a toothy grin.
âÂżTenemos escuela hoy?â Do we have school today?
âSĂ,â Yes, he affirms, left hand rubbing his eye as he sat up fully in bed. Jaime bounced where he sat, onesie-covered feet stuck out as his hands played with each other. Alex felt a smile grace his lips as he admired Jaimeâs eager movements. âGo pick out an outfit, Iâll make you some breakfast.â
Jaime sticks his fist out, cheeks blown out as he nods, âI wanna wear my Cars shirt.â
Alex grins, fist-bumping him back. Their special ritual.
âGo for it, mijo,â and Jaimeâs off the bed and bounding into the hall. His feet pad all the way down to his room, the door slamming as he goes to change. Alex shakes his head, running his hands through his hair before leaning back in bed with his eyes closed.
He felt tranquil. A little overwhelmedâwell, more than a little. Work kept him slammed, and he knew heâd be late in picking up Jaime from school once again. A distant memory comes to him, a drunken night with his friends, Angel and Sebastian.
âÂżPor quĂŠ no le pagas a un niĂąero?â Why donât you pay for a babysitter?
Heâd said something about wanting to spend as much time with Jaime as possible back then, but he knew deep down it was beginning to be too much. He prided himself on being a single parent; heâd been handling this shit on his own for as long as he remembered.
A crash echoes through the small family home, and Alex brushes the covers away and sprints to his sonâs room with wide eyes. As he enters, he finds Jaime standing with his hands clasped behind his back, holding his Cars shirt and rocking on his feet while his dresser lies on its front, clothes spilling out and around it. Alex gives Jaime a look, confused, with a bit of disbelief.
âÂĄSe cayĂł! Trataba de agarrar mi camisa y se cayĂłâŚâ It fell! I tried to grab my shirt, and it fellâŚ
Alex sighs, squatting to rub his sonâs back. Jaime looks at him with those wide, innocent brown eyes, and Alex knows he deserves more, deserves someone constant. Alex tugs him into a hug, and then changes his shirt with the practiced ease only a father could have. He righted the dresser, letting it stand on its four legs while Jaime wiggled his tiny feet into a pair of jeans.Â
Breakfast is messy and hectic as both boys rush to get themselves ready. Jaime stands by the door with his backpack on, and Alex has to pause to swipe a bit of egg from his sonâs mouth. He checks the time, 8:00 A.M. Damn. They were going to be late.Â
Itâs only when theyâre midway through the kiss and ride that Jaime exclaims out of nowhere, âI forgot my lunch, ÂĄPapĂĄ!â
A stream of defeat courses through his entire body. Alexâs head drops back against the headrest. God, he really needed a babysitter.
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âLooking for a babysitter for a five-year-old boy. Loves dinosaurs and video games, not a picky eater. Must have CPR and first aid training. Hoping for open availability, but I am willing to work with you! Pay is $30 an hour, and I am open to negotiating your salary.â
The ad finds you on the worn couch of your tiny apartment. The wine glass teeters and tips in your hand like a seesaw as you scroll through the listing. You had the credentials to back it upâyears of experience, the right training and were desperate enough to do anything for a few extra bucks. The ad finds you well, and you take a mouthful of wine before clicking on the profile.
The fatherâs name is Alex, and the profile is mostly bare-bones. He did have a profile picture, and you felt your lips quirk into a smirk as you eyed it. A mature face, not worn, but a working manâs face. Dark hair that cascaded down in black strands that framed him, with dark eyes to match. He was sexy, as far as fathers went. While looks can be deceiving, you also figured there was no way Alex could be so bad.Â
Besides, you could handle a five-year-old boy. You guide your mouse to the âmessageâ button and click with a harsh tap. The page directs you to a private message, where you type your response with dashing fingers.
You: Hello! Iâm interested in the listing you posted. Do you have availability for an interview?
Not expecting a response right away, your gaze shifts back to your wine as you refill it from the bottle on the floor. You adjust your blanket, cozying yourself further into the couch as a ding sounds out through the air. You raise a brow as you scan the message.
Alex: Hi! Thatâs great, I just read through your profile. You seem like a good fit. Does Friday work for you? You could also meet Jaime to see how you two get along.Â
You: That sounds great, Alex. Friday works for me, Iâll see you then.
He sends his details, and you agree to meet at noon.
You had to be professional. This wasnât a date, but damn, if you werenât excited. The laptop is slammed shut, and your wine glass is drained. Youâd ace this interview, make some extra money and move on with a beaming grin. The hot dad was a mere perk.
This job needed to change everything. You were sick of the hum-drum of the day-to-day. You felt listless. Off course. Those thoughts are pushed away; you werenât ready to deal with them yet. Heading to bed, you lie awake with only a day in mind. Friday.
It comes quicker than you think.
Dressed in a smart outfit with a hint of cute, you knock on the front door. Flared yoga pants, pink onesâof course, and a brown tank top that hugged you just right. There are voices behind the door, and you can hear scrambling before it swings wide open. Alex stands there, hair loose and a bit in his face as he greets you. His son was there next to him, hand clinging to his leg as he peered at you from behind his father.
âHi,â Alex says, eyeing you with a hint of warmth and a mix of want. It makes you smirk back at him, and the blush is obvious as it grows from being caught staring. âIâm Alex.â
He extends a warm hand, and you take it, offering a kind smile with bright eyes. You really needed this job. His hand has calluses, and it makes you shiver. You tell him your name, and then glance at the little boy now standing on his own, unattached from his fatherâs leg.
âYou wanna introduce yourself, hm?â Alex pats his son on the back, enough to push him forward, and the boy steps up to jut his chin towards the sky.
âIâm Jaime,â he declares, before stepping back like a dutiful soldier in line.Â
Alex laughs, glancing at you, but youâre unfazed as you squat and offer to shake his little hand. Jaime laughed and shook your hand; you stood back up and looked between the two of them.
âItâs great to meet you both,â Alex and Jaime step aside to let you in, and you enter their home.Â
It was warm. Not only was their house quite large, but it was also filled with a multitude of things. It was lived in. Toys strewn everywhere, large gaming and sound systems, a marble kitchen and a thriving backyard. You felt a bit of jealousy as you took it all in, but pushed it aside as Alex led you to sit down on the couch.
âDo you like video games?â Jaime queries, following the adults into the living room.
âYeah, I do,â you chirp with a smile. âWhat do you like to play?â
Maybe you could get in his good graces with that.
âAnything PapĂĄ has! I love video games.â
âAnything age-appropriate,â Alex adds before taking a seat on the couch. âWhy donât you go play upstairs for a little?â
Jaime pouts, swinging his leg around before nodding and conceding at Alexâs look.
The boy scampers up the stairs, and then itâs just the two of you. Your fingers curl in on themselves to form fists on top of your knees. With your back straight, you watched as Alex eyed you before a gentle smile graced his lips.
âSo, I guess weâll just get right to it. Jaime needs a babysitter for when Iâm at work, my schedule is pretty sporadic, but I usually work at least three days a week,â Alex explains, his hands fidgeting with each other. âI was hoping youâd be able to handle maybe some pick-ups and just general caretaking while Iâm out of the house.â
âI can definitely do that!â You hand him your resume, to which he glances at you with an appreciative smile; your heart flutters in your chest as he takes the paper.
Alex skims it first, nodding and reading quietly. He looks back up and laughs as his hand comes up to brush some strands away from his face. Almost nervous, he fingers a piece, twirling the hair around his finger before clearing his throat.
âYouâre perfect, really. Iâm down to pay you whatever you want,â his eyes dip down to your chest for just a glance, but you catch it, and it makes confidence thrum through your veins.
âI mean, Iâm not gonna say no. Iâm pretty happy with the standard pay, but if you were gonna raise itâŚ?â
Alex smirks, sitting up straighter and shrugging like it was no big deal. By the looks of his house, he had no trouble in that department, âhow about we raise it to $40? You can also eat from our fridge or cook for yourself and Jaime, itâs no big deal.â
You try not to squeal at the price, nodding with a barely suppressed grin at his words. A high pay rate and even more perks? It might be a dream, should you pinch yourself? You donât, but youâre in a haze as Alex stands; you mimic him and begin to walk, the two of you heading to the front door. Your feet drag a bit. Being in Alexâs presence felt nice.
âThis is honestly the first time Jaimeâs ever been babysat. Iâm hoping heâll be okay, but,â the pause is long as he trails off.
Alexâs anxiety is obvious; his eyes look all around, unable to keep himself from spilling his guts. Your hand settles on his bicep, and you smile with warmth and understanding. You didn't have kids, but you knew this had to be hard for them.
âIâm sure he will be. He has a great father, and Iâm pretty great too,â Alex laughs at your joke and doesnât shy away from your touch. You squeeze, for comfort and to greedily feel the hard muscle under his skin. âJaimeâs in good hands. I promise!â
The father looks straight into your eyes, reading your expression and gauging your intentions. He seems to find what heâs looking for as you pull your hand away, and Alex grins as he opens the front door.
âI believe you, I think youâre exactly what weâve been looking for,â and you wonder if heâs feeling the same connection you were.
Itâs not lost on you what he means. Maybe you were exactly what heâs been looking for, whatever that is. A babysitter, you guess, but maybe there was room for more. Hell, you wanted more. This meeting had left you curious. No one else seemed to be in the picture.
âIâll see you Monday. Take care, get home safe,â Alex says in a low tone, waving.Â
You watch as Jaime rushes to cling to his fatherâs leg and downright screams. You didnât even notice him come back down, but his scream is more than enough to let you know he was there.
âBye! See you soon!â
You laugh, almost tripping as you make your way down to the sidewalk. The two boys keep waving as you give an embarrassed look, then open the door to your Toyota to drive off. Alex lingers in the doorway as Jaime runs in while you get yourself sorted, and he continues to linger even as you drive off.Â
The weekend is spent lounging and dreaming of Alex, literally and figuratively. He haunts you a little. You two text sporadically, and itâs not crossing boundaries by any means, but it feels comfortable. It scares you.
Monday arrives, and youâre pulling up to the household with a cup of coffee in hand. You exit your car and knock, hearing Jaimeâs delightful squeals behind the oak wood.Â
Alex opens the door a bit frazzled, and heâs quick to say, âI burnt the pancakes. Jaimeâs covered in flourâhe knocked over the bowl, and I really gotta go.â
You nod, face serious as he steps aside to let you in.Â
âKeep getting ready. Iâll handle breakfast,â your thumbs-up is swift; you and Alex splitting off to handle Jaime and handle himself, respectively.Â
Jaimeâs standing on his toes in the kitchen, peering into the bowl of leftover pancake mix. You assess the situation, and despite the burnt crust caked onto the pan, the mess was salvageable.Â
âHi! I got flour all over me,â he announces as you stand in the doorway. Your hands come to rest on your hips, the purse set aside. âWill you help me?â
âOf course I will,â you answer with a smile.
Flour is shaken out of Jaimeâs dark hair; it matched his fatherâs, and you brush off the flour as best you can from his shirt and pants. Thankfully, the damage wasnât too bad. With a rag and some soap, Jaime looks good as new as you scoop him up.
âOkay, youâre gonna be a good boy and wait at the table while I make your pancakes, âkay?â
âOkay, hi, PapĂĄ!â Jaime waves to Alex, who grabs a water bottle off the kitchen island while crossing the room.
Your heart races as Alexâs eyes linger on the picturesque scene. You, in all your glory with yoga pants and a sweater, looking so at ease with Jaimeâs now clean cherubic face. It made his heart almost stop in his chest, a tease of what could be. Alex gulps, and his fingers tighten on the bottle as he manages a weak smile.
âHi Jaime, Iâm leaving now,â to which Jaime lets out a loud, long whine. Alex turns to you, eyes brimming with appreciation. âThanks so much, you got it from here? Iâll be back around five to six. You know, dinnertime. Oh, and the spare keyâs under the mat.â
âGotcha,â Jaime squirms and waves along with you. âHave a good day at work, Alex.â
You set Jaime down and approach Alex, hand coming to swipe a speck of flour off the front of his button-up. Alex jerks his face away, warming up as your fingers brush his chest. Your smile is cheeky and knowing as you step back.
âYou had a little something,â and then youâre clapping your hands at Jaime like nothing had even happened. âWhoâs ready for pancakes?â
âMe!â Jaime exclaims, arms flying into the air as he jumps up and down.Â
Alex stands dumbly in the kitchen before nodding and waving. His cheeks were pink, eyes unable to stop themselves from roving over your joyful form as you mixed pancake batter. Alex draws close, ruffling Jaime's hair and looking at you with wide brown eyes.
âBye,â he tells Jaime, and then turns to you.Â
He doesnât say anything, but you feel it. No, you see it. Heâs off in seconds, jogging out the front door and shutting it with a click. The bowl of pancake batter sits against your hip as you mix, eyes lingering on the empty space left behind by his absence.
You swiftly use the rest of the batter to make the pancakes, Jaimeâs excited chatter behind you as you face away from him. You get to know him by asking him about school and what heâs learning. Heâs chomping on a fluffy pancake as he says, âI like you! You make good pancakes.â
âDo you? And how are you gonna feel when I make you eat your vegetables, hm?â
âWhat?!â His brows are raised as he shovels another piece of pancake into his mouth. âNo way!â
âYes way,â you smirk at him and cross your arms. âBroccoli, asparagus, carrots and more.â
Jaimeâs gives a whiny cry, but when your fingers dig into his stomach to tickle him, itâs quickly snuffed out. You were right. You knew how to handle him. The two of you fall into an easy rhythm, Jaimeâs face is wiped clean and you toss the napkin into the trash.
The little boy slings his backpack over his shoulders, and youâre about to use the spare key to lock the door when your gaze turns in scrutiny to Jaimeâs figure. Something was missing. You look intently and scan Jaime with a watchful eye. It clicks.
âDid you forget your lunch?â
The boyâs eyes are wide, before he hurriedly nods and runs inside whilst shouting, âone second!â
You wonder if every day will be as easy as this. As comfortable as this. The door is locked, and both of you are on your way to his elementary school.
Time is spent running errands while Jaime is at school. You picked up a few things for dinner, and you were sure Alex wouldnât mind. By the time three oâclock rolls around, youâre in the pick-up lane waiting with your fingers drumming on the wheel.Â
Jaime comes bounding out with his too big backpack hanging off his shoulders. The second you see him, youâre stepping out of the car with your wind-blown hair and sunglasses perched on your nose. Your arm wave is dramatic and big, and Jaime sees you immediately.
He sprints over while calling your name, and you laugh and round the car to open the door for him. He greets you with an excited âhello,â and your smile is warm as you buckle him in.
âHi Jaime, how was school?â
âGood! PapĂĄ packed my lunch so it was yummy,â he says matter-of-factly, nodding with pride.Â
âOoh, and what did he pack for you?â
Jaime launches into a lengthy discussion of his lunch, what the other kids ate, and how he was absolutely thrilled to find a Mazapan in his lunch today. You grin as you drive at the idea of Alex taking care to put a treat in his sonâs lunch. A reminder that he knew him, loved him.Â
âSounds delicious! Are you hungry enough for a snack when you get home?â
âHmm,â Jaime says with a pensive look on his face, before asking with a tilt of his head. âCan you make me a quesadilla? Con crema?â With sour cream?
It makes you giggle. Alex had said something about Jaime having a preference for all things cheesy. You had been thinking mac and cheese, but a quesadilla âcon cremaâ made even you feel hungry at the thought. You glance back at Jaime with a confident nod.
âIâll make you the best quesadilla in the world.â
Jaimeâs question is full of disbelief and excitement, âreally?!â
Yes, really. You park in the garage and get to work in the kitchen as soon as you enter the home. It feels normal to be here, cooking and cleaning. Once post-lunch is served, you lounge on the couch and watch Bluey while Jaime eats his quesadilla. Homework is taken care of just after his snack, and itâs not long before itâs about time for Alex to come home.
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Alex is beyond exhausted when he comes home. His shoulder sagged low on his frame as he inserted his key in the door, and he could hear the quiet chattering of you and Jaime. He feels himself perk up a little at the thought of seeing you and his son, of course.
Jaimeâs already in his pajamas, and he lets out a sharp yell of joy as he comes tumbling into Alexâs arms. Alex is quick to hoist him up, spinning him around and rubbing his knuckles into the soft, dark hair. You merely sit there with a smile on your face, watching and waiting.
âWas waiting for you to tuck me in,â Jaime says with a finger twirling his fatherâs hair before pulling the hood of his dinosaur onesie up and over the crown of his head.
âAh, well, you know I tuck you in the best. Head on upstairs. Iâll meet you there in a little while,â and Jaime listens as Alex sets him on the ground and watches the little boy run up the stairs.
You stand then, drawing so close that Alex can smell your perfume. Vanilla. Sugary. Sweet. He distracts himself by pulling out his wallet and thumbing through bills. Alex glanced at you, and then he offered a small smile.
âThanks for stepping in today. You were a huge help.â
âItâs no problem,â you answer smoothly, truth lacing your words. âHeâs a sweet kid, I think we get along.â
Alex says nothing to that; heâd have to get the details from Jaime. But if you were anything like this morning, with the gracious ease of handling him, he expected no issues. He hands you the few bills, and you count them after a cheeky look his way. Alex smirks, moles winking as he tilts his head.
âDid I short you?â
âNot at all. Thank you.â
The two of you linger. Alex has the sudden urge to pull you by the waist and kiss you senseless, till your lips tingled and all you could do was fall into his arms. But he didnât, doesnât. God, you were his kidâs babysitter; he shouldnât be thinking like this.
And yet you whisper goodnight in that soothing, low tone, hand brushing against his shoulder with the confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted, who knew she could handle anything thrown her way. Did Alex have that same confidence? He wasnât sure.Â
Alex closes the door behind you and makes his way up the stairs to Jaimeâs bedroom. It was a little messy, as kids' rooms are, but Alex could see the intention in every toy that lay strewn around. He sidesteps a few Legos (frankly, those were about to be the reason for his demise), and he picks up a stuffed bear that Jaimeâs mother gifted him when he was young. A sour taste forms in his mouth at the idea of her, but he pushes it aside.Â
Jaime sits patiently, legs already covered by the blanket, to which he kicks his feet as Alex approaches. The father sits on the edge of the bed, his large hand caressing the boy's soft cheek. Jaime leans closer, then lies back to begin their evening ritual.
âÂżQuerĂas una cuenta?â Did you want a story?
âNo,â Jaime replies. âÂżTe gusta la niĂąera?â Do you like the babysitter?
Alex swallows a thick glob of spit and nods. Jaime seems relieved, pulling the bear from Alexâs hands and snuggling further into his pillow. He sighs, eyes closing, before murmuring in content and satisfaction.
âA mĂ me gusta ella.â I like her.
It makes his heart sing. His chest pounds, and heâs filled with overwhelming gratitude at the fact that his family would be okay. Jaime would be okay, heâd be okay and maybe somehow the two of them could factor you into their life in a way that was real. In the way that you were theirs. Maybe it was too soon to think like that, but seeing you that morning holding Jaime like you were destined to be there, well, it made something inside Alex twist with want. Twist with a deep want that nearly consumed him.
âWell, Iâm glad. Youâll be spending a lot of time with her, so try to be a good boy, okay?â
âYes, papĂĄ. Te amo.â I love you.
âTe amo muchĂsimo,â I love you a lot.
Alex kisses his sonâs forehead, smoothing down his dark hair and tucking him in tight like a stuffed burrito. Jaime squirms and then relaxes into the comforter, and Alex lingers in the pale moonlight for a small moment. He waits till he sees that telltale breathing, slow and deep breaths puffing and deflating Jaimeâs tiny chest.Â
The door is closed behind him. Alex leans against the hardwood and closes his eyes. He sees you âyour smile, the way you looked at him just before leaving, ambling off into the night and collapsing into bed. Alex dreams of family picnics and soft kisses.
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The boys welcome you. You fall into a routine with Jaime and Alex, arriving early before Alex has to leave for work to prepare breakfast and leaving late when Alex gets home. Itâs easy, in a way, and youâre learning something new every day.
Jaime prefers Mexican food, like the infamous tamarind candy Pelon Pelo Rico â and he hates anything mushy. He preferred to pick his own clothes, often taking style tips from Alex as he selected from an assortment of beanies and cute (see: nerdy) t-shirts. He liked chocolate milk before bed, and he liked the âstories with the funny voices!â
What thrilled you even more than getting to know Jaime was getting to know Alex.Â
He took his coffee with as little sugar as possible, and while he was no grand chef, he knew how to make his favorite dishes â and then some. He tended to work out before you arrived, face dripping sweat as he answered the door and gave a lopsided grin. He always showered before dinner and always greeted Jaime with a big kiss. He didnât shy away from affection.
It was safe to say you were used to the family. You fit in well, Alex had once said before handing you your salary. Youâre the best babysitter ever, Jaime exclaimed once you let him have dessert before bed.
You smile, relaxing further into the plush couch in Alexâs home. Stuart Little 2, because Jaime insisted on watching the second one before the first, blared on the TV. It was quiet, a white rat scurrying around as Jaime laughed along with him. The click of the door unlocking barely registers to you, and youâre only alerted to Alexâs presence when Jaime screams and leaps off the couch.
Alex draws closer, a small smile on his lips and Jaime in his arms, âwhatâre you guys up to?â
He looks at you as Jaime replies. You try not to feel shy in your comfy t-shirt and yoga pants, but Alexâs eyes rake over you appreciatively. It makes your cheeks burn, and you squirm in place.
âWatching Stuart Little 2!â
âHave you even seen the first one?â
âNo,â Jaime drags out the word as he says it, before giggling and shrugging. âBut I like it!â
Alex gives you a look, and the two of you start cracking up together. He sets Jaime down, who worms his way next to your side on the couch. Jaime pats the spot next to him and looks expectantly at his father. Alex seems to hesitate before taking a seat and squishing Jaime between the two of you. You press play, and it feels so right to be here at this moment with them. You didnât want to leave.
He makes no motion to dismiss you. Your greedy eyes watch as he loosens his tie and unbuttons the top of his collared shirt. The flash of skin leaves you hot.Â
Itâs not long before you feel the slumped body of Jaime against your arm. The movieâs still going, hitting its climax as Jaime dozed off. Alex takes a sidelong glance at you, and you turn to look at him. He whispers to you.
âHad a long day?â
âNot too bad,â you hum. âI think I tired him out by running outside for a little.â
âThatâs exactly what I do on my days off. Just chase him around till heâs falling over and begging me to stop.â
You smile warmly. He was so sweet, âyouâre a good father. You work hard, you care for Jaime⌠heâs so lucky to have you in his life.â
Alexâs eyes grow glassy. Your eyes search his face, and you want to lean closer so badly. He was right there, willing and wanting. It was clear to you now. He breaks contact first, voice rough as he murmurs your name and thanks. You figure itâs time to get going, despite your desperation for just one more moment alone with Alex.
Jaimeâs fingers cling to your shirt as you begin to stand and peel him off of you. A sleepy murmur comes out, your name, and Alex swallows before asking with a nervous, shaky voice.
âDid you want to tuck him in tonight? I-I know itâs not a part of your job capabilities, butââ
âItâs no problem. Heâs already clinging to me, might as well,â and youâre scooping him up.
Jaimeâs pudgy cheek rests against your shoulder as you both walk up to Jaimeâs room. This was absolutely crossing a line; you knew it was. As Alex opened the door for you, you couldnât say no. You snuggled Jaime closer before laying him down in bed.
You step back, turning and brushing past Alex. You feel his warmth for just a brief moment. It makes your knees weak. The two of you are silent as you head downstairs, the tension palpable. Alex stops in front of you once you reach the door, and heâs looking at you with those soft brown eyes that make you melt.
Itâs unclear who leans in first, no, who dives in first. Itâs desperate and hungry, your lips tingling as you kiss him with desperation. Your hands are grappling with his shoulders, and his hands find your waist. Alexâs lips are soft and warm against your own and you press yourself closer to feel him for just a second longer.
You pull away first, forcing yourself off of him and just barely managing to hold back. Swallowing, you look at him through your lashes. This was so unprofessional, and yet it felt so right. You didnât want to stop.Â
âI,â Alex starts and swallows before continuing. âI didnât mean, like, Iâm sorry if that was too much or something.â
âNo! No, it wasnât. It was nice, actually.â
He nods, pulling out his wallet. His cheeks were burning, and you could see his eyes darting from you to the money. He looks at you, then holds out the cash.
âGood. Thatâs good. Well, Iâll see you tomorrow, then?â Alexâs voice practically shakes as he voices his thoughts.
You take the cash, your fingers brushing, before the feeling dissipates when you pull away. Alex canât help but smile at you when you smile at him, the joy of the earlier kiss unable to be pushed down any longer. Your quip is inevitable.
âFor the record, youâre a really good kisser.â
Itâs like the tension washes away, and Alex looks comfortable again. Despite his shyness, he laughs and shakes his head at you.
âYouâre a really good kisser, too,â he replies before opening the door. âGoodnight.â
He says your name so softly, with such tenderness and mirth. Your voice is caught in your throat, but you manage a raspy, âgoodnight,â before walking out and down the steps of his home. A distinct feeling of sadness lingers as you walk farther away towards your car. You almost felt like you could cry. Oh, how you wanted to be with them. Be with him.
After that night, everything changed. You donât realize it right away, pushing away the kiss to do your job, but you have been integrated. Yes, you had been absolutely worked into their schedule. Alex and Jaime worked around you like butter âsmooth and flexible â as you began to show up earlier. Youâd begun to hang around early, making coffee for Alex and staying late cooking dinner for the two of them.Â
You tried to follow boundaries, but as you stood in the kitchen listening to Jaime laugh as Alex did his usual funny impressions, it began to feel like home.Â
There was an even more profound truth that settled in your chest. Well, technically two. You loved Jaime; that was easy to admit. You loved his joy for life, his particularities, the way he said your name so sweetly and how he always buried his face in your hugs. Alex has always had to tear him away from you. You certainly loved Jaime.
Thoughts weighed heavily on your mind. Thoughts that might get you fired. That might completely ruin everything you had grown to know because you loved Alex. It was obvious when heâd turn to you and your heart would beat rabbit fast in your chest, when heâd brush past you and you swore you felt sparks. Like igniting a flame, heâd struck your match.Â
You canât focus after this newfound fact. It was impossible to focus, knowing now that you loved Alex; that you loved when heâd greet you with a hug, with one of those glamorous smiles aimed right at you.
The morning passes by with the sun shining and wind blowing, arriving early and having coffee with Alex as Jaime ambles around upstairs. You talk about Jaime, the weather, how dreadful Alexâs meetings are and more. He stands, and you almost think heâs going to kiss you when he leans forward with a smile to whisper your name and a goodbye.
Jaime is dropped off earlier than usual, his time and his mind occupied by the impending field trip to the zoo. He babbled the whole car ride to the school, and as you arrived in the kiss and ride lane, he leaped out of the car and hugged you tight.
âBye! See you!â
You notice how other children hug their mothers and fathers, just as Jaime hugged you. Crushing, all-encompassing and full of love. Your eyes water, and you hug back just as fiercely. His head tucks into the curve of your shoulder, and itâs just the two of you for this sweet moment.Â
His teacher calls, and youâre keenly aware that you are familiar now. Teachers waved, parents nodding their heads as if to say, âI get you.â It wasnât so much strange as unfamiliar. You werenât accustomed to being viewed as parent-lite, but it wasnât unwelcome. As you settle back into the car after Jaime boards the bus, you wonder if parenting classes are in your future. If Jaime were in your future.
The passenger seat is empty, and your head bangs against the seat as you realize you forgot your purse. It was surely at Alexâs home, and youâd have to double back as quickly as you could. License, cash, lip gloss and more. You sigh and pull out of the drop-off lane to retrieve your things.
Itâs alarming as you drive forward towards the grand house. What was Alexâs car doing here? A sudden spike of anxiety rises in your chest, and your hands grow sweaty as you grip the wheel. Should you just enter?Â
You sit for ten minutes. Then, you decide you have nothing to lose and youâre sure nothing would happen if you two were left alone for a few minutes, right? You strut up to the door, head held high, and use the spare key before entering.
Itâs not what you expect, no, itâs not what you expect at all. Itâs quiet when you open the door and quiet while you cross the living room. A creak sounds out, and Alex steps down the steps, a towel hung low on his waist after he stepped out of the shower. You canât help the jaw drop, your eyes taking in the flash of skin before youâre turning around and squeaking.
âI-Iâm sorry! I saw your car, but I had no ideaââ
Alex says your name slowly and even, as if approaching a spooked animal. He then laughs and rubs his head with pink cheeks. You turn, looking over your shoulder with a guilty face and eyes darting around everywhere.
The two of you look at each other, and he has the nerve to step forward like youâre not totally embarrassed and about to run out the door without your purse. This was dangerous. You couldnât be around the man you loved when heâs like this!
âI just came to get my purse. I am so sorry for interrupting. This is soâŚâ
âSo, what?â His voice is curious, and he swallows before stepping closer. You back up, nearly stumbling over one of Jaimeâs stuffed toys that lay abandoned. âAre you okay? Donât sweat it, youâve seen me without a shirt on.â
You know heâs teasing because heâs so light with it. You gulp, nodding because he was right, but was also so desperately wrong. It comes up like vomit, the words spilling past your lips before you can even think to stop them.
âItâs not that,â you blurt, eyes wide and afraid as you search his face. âItâs more than that.â
Alex is quiet while the two of you look at each other. His fists clench, and he steps forward. You feel prompted to speak, to explain, to do anything other than just stand there like an idiot.Â
âAlex,â you start, throat dry. âI love Jaime. I love his laugh, his smile, and the way he loves to play games like âdragon slayerâ and Minecraft, because you were the one who showed him the ropes. Iâve grown to love Jaime.â
His eyes grow watery. They grow warm and milky brown; Alex takes a shuddering breath, and his hand comes to your cheek. Itâs mush in his palm, and youâre weak at the knees as you murmur. The fear overtakes you, but your heart is stronger.
âI love you,â you admit.
Alexâs lips are on your instantly, right hand cupping your cheek, and left hand dragging you closer by your hip. Itâs warm, and you moan as his lips drag against yours, creating heat from the friction of skin. Heâs panting as your arms loop around his neck.
âI love you, too,â he groans and squeezes your ass hard. âGod, I love you. Iâve been loving you.â
Your whimper is hot and whiny as you rejoin in a lip lock. The make-out is sweet, and your hands pull at his skin as they roam over his exposed torso. Alex is everywhere and everything; his body envelops you, and you grow warm when your hand skims over his chest.Â
He pulls away, a string of spit connecting the two of you, before purring, âwe should head to the bedroom. Donât wanna do this on the couch, wanna do it right, you know?â
Nodding in agreement, he wraps an arm around your waist before guiding you up the stairs. Youâre both all over each other, and you barely have the time to register that youâre in Alexâs bedroom when heâs crawling on top of you and lying like a weighted blanket.
Your lips reconnect with ferocity, nipping and lips dragging as you tug him closer by his shoulders. His hands skirt over the plush of your thighs and crave a path up your side till sloping over the mounds of your breasts. His fingers flex, squeezing the soft skin over your shirt and making you moan with an arched back.
âFuck, tits are so pretty, you look so good,â Alex murmurs with a throaty voice, already half-chub in his boxers as he massaged your chest.
All you can do is squirm pathetically. You writhe side to side, hips bucking up and down as you mewled his name. It came out sharp at the first squeeze, then whiny at the secondâby the third, you were moaning openly as Alex thumbed your nipples over the fabric of your shirt and bra.
âLemme take it off,â you whisper before scooting back in a hurry.
The shirt comes off, and youâre clad in a lacy black bra that leaves Alex reeling. His eyes trace over the intricate fabric before heâs nodding in a trance, âyeah, yeah.â
Your smirk is grand as your nimble hands wind behind your back and unclasp the bra. It clatters to the floor as you toss it from the bed, settling yourself to lie back as Alex slowly makes his way back on top of you.Â
Heâs gentler now, almost afraid, as he brings a hand to your chest to squeeze the fat of your breast. A shuddering breath escapes you, the rough pads of his fingers drifting over the sensitive skin.
âI have to tell you something,â he murmurs with a tweak of your perky nipple. âI havenât done this in a while, I might beâŚâ
âWhat, bad?â
You cup his cheek and drag him closer till your noses brush in an Eskimo kiss. Itâs quiet as you stare into his eyes, fingers clenching just the slightest as your breaths mingle together. Youâre the first to speak.
âI love you, Alex. I donât feel afraid, I just feel like I really want to do this with you. It doesnât have to be fucking,â your voice quiets. âWe could make love, if you want.â
Heâs nodding immediately, his spark back as his lips curve into a wicked smile.
âWho said I didnât want to fuck?â
Alex punctuates his words with a grind between your spread legs. Your moan is barely concealed, and the two of you fall into a hard rhythm of push-pull, Alex pressing his thick bulge against the heat of your clothed pussy.
You manage to pause him, too caught up in the feel of his heavy dick dragging through your folds. Grasping onto his hips, you wrench them away with a desperate gasp.
âI canât, need to take this off,â you murmur hotly as Alex pulls back enough to watch you peel off your yoga pants.Â
Alexâs gaze is transfixed on the heat between your legs, throat dry as he takes off his own cotton shirt. He unbuckles his belt like a tease, each loop undone slowly with his eyes tracing over the entirety of your body with a hungry gaze.
Youâre both looking at each other, and you canât help but eye the now freed bulge in his boxers. Saliva pools in your mouth, and your crawl is slow as you draw near.Â
âI wanna taste you,â Alex utters in a broken, needy voice.
âYou will.â
You sit on your knees, Alex opposite you. Your hand starts at his knee before trailing upwards, little hairs catching on your palm before youâre palming him over his tight boxers.Â
He shudders, eyes slipping closed while a soft whine bubbled out of him. He was throbbing, so warm as you squeezed him over the fabric. Snapping the fabric against his hip, you rouse him to open his eyes and motion towards his underwear.
âTake it off.â
âB-Butââ
âShh,â you croon into his ear. âJust let me make you feel good, and then Iâll let you have what you want. Okay?â
His reply is spoken in short bursts as he stands, his hands hastily coming to his waistband to tug the underwear down and off his legs. He kicks it away, and his dick bobs and brushes against his navel. Alex looks away with a shy look on his face, but you donât feel afraid as you wrap your hand around him.
Alexâs hips buck, a hiss forced out as you smear the drooling pre-cum all around his flushed head. His hand rests on the top of your head, and your lips pucker as you kiss his slit.
âOh fuck, I havenâtâohgod, your mouth is, fuuuck.â
Your tongue is quick to lap at his tip, lips parting to suck on the heated skinâthe taste of salty pre on your tongue as you lave it all around his dick.
The pads of Alexâs fingers massage your scalp, knuckling the soft strands of your hair as you take him into your mouth, inch by inch. Itâs heady and your lips curl around your teeth as you slide down to the base.
A keening moan bursts from Alex when you swallow him down your throat, your warm mouth constricting and gurgling as you bob up and down.
âYesyesyes, mmf, I love your mouth. Oh my, fuck!â
Your eyes watch him as you move faster, hand coming up to play with his balls as spit dribbled down your chin. His cock throbs on your tongue, and your moan makes him even more vocal as the vibrations course through his body.
Heâs pulling you off with haste. Both of you are gaspingâwell, youâre heaving for air as you bat your pretty lashes at him. His dick twitches, and Alex is tugging his lip between his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut to pull him back from the edge.
Pouting, you protest with a pawing hand.
âWanted you to cum in my mouth,â you plead with your thumb grazing his nipple.
âI-I didnât want to, not yet. Wanna make you feel good, like I said,â heâs pushing you back against the covers, thumb hooking in the waistband of your panties to tug them down. âThis pretty pussyâs been waiting for me.â
He was right, eyes rapt with attention as sticky strings connected your soaking hole and underwear. Alexâs hips shift against the sheets, pressing himself against the covers with a quiet groan; his eyes never leave between your legs.
Squirming and needy, you press your foot against his shoulder with a gentle plea, âcâmon, wanna feel your tongue.â
âYeah? You want me to eat you out?â
Alex plants slow kisses on your inner thighs, nipping at the flesh and getting closer to where you wanted him most. His breath grazes over your sensitive clit, and it takes everything in you not to force Alexâs head into your folds.
You settle with worming your fingers in his hair. It was soft, and you couldnât help but card your fingers through it as you looked down at him.
He looks up at you, eyes lowered and hazy, before leaning in and suckling on your clit. Your cry is instantaneous, already worked up from sucking him off.
Alex eats you out like heâs starving, and in a way, he is. He hasnât had pussy like this in so long, god, had it been years? He wasnât sure, but he was drunk off your taste within minutes as his pink tongue wormed its way through your folds and licked your arousal.
Your fingers flex in his air, jerking and moving around as Alex lapped at you. He drew circles on your clit with his pink muscle, before diving with his nose buried against your nub and tongue working you open.
âOh, Alex! Ah, ahâI love it, love you, ohhh,â your words die out with a keening whine.
Youâre closer than youâd like to admit as Alex continues his ministrations. He was sloppy with it, hips humping the bed and groans echoing as he devoured you whole.
âThatâs it, grind on my tongue. Fuck my face,â he urges darkly, voice hoarse as you pull him closer and start to work your hips against his mouth.
It builds and builds in your stomach, an inferno of lust coiled in your belly. Youâre so close. Alex licks from your whole to your clit with the flat of his tongue, and that inferno heats till it explodes in a fiery ball of pleasure.
Your moan is stilted, drawn out and guttural as your back arches and you hump Alexâs mouth to ride out through your orgasm.
Alex nuzzles your thigh, planting kiss after kiss. He pulls back and skims you before sitting back with a goofy smirk.
âYou lied,â you lament with a pant. âYouâre really fucking good.â
He fucking giggles and shifts with anticipation.
âYou ready?â
He looks so handsome like this. Built shoulders, moles dotting his skin. You nod, stars in your eyes as you spread your legs in invitation. Alex is languid as he moves closer to you, hand gripping the base of his dick and biting his lip.
Alex rubs his tip against you, your hole drooling as he makes a mess of the two of you. Your breaths are labored as you watch him, and you force out a, âhurry up!â
The man smirks, pausing before sinking in. Head thrown back, your moan is grand as Alex bullies himself into you. Heâs mumbling praises, eyes watching your walls spread for him until his hips are flush with yours.
You scratch at his back, legs locking around his hips with a vice grip.
âGod, youâre so fucking tight. I knew you would be, but,â he thrusts hard, the motion jerking you upwards as you cried out. âYouâre so much fucking better than I imagined, you know? Iâve thought about you since I saw you.â
âY-You have? You always seemed soâooh, so professional,â you drawl in a steamy voice.
âYes, ngh, yes! Had to be, couldnât just fuck the babysitter on the first day.â
Thereâs an audible sound of skin on skin, and all you can do is take him until he leaves you completely spent. Alex is moaning in your ear as he leans over you, tendrils of his hair grazing your forehead and cheeks as he fucked you with vigor.
He angles his hips up, battering against that spongy spot deep inside that makes your eyes roll back. Youâre wordless, hands grappling to hold his face and pull him closer, deep eye contact ensuing as he fucked into you.
âI love you,â you say in a daze, eyes bouncing around in your skull as you were fucked dumb, that heated coil returns so hot you could feel it all the way into your toes. âI love you so much.â
âI love you more,â he declares with a breathless whisper.
He fucks you harder at the shared revelation, and your eyes tear up in ecstasy as you mumble a jumbled, âgonna cum, Alex, gonna cum for you.â
âFuck, fuck, me too. Ohmygod, can Iââ
âYes, cum inside me. Want you to fill me up, please!â
You both come undone within seconds, the feeling of Alex flooding your womb with his cum triggering your orgasm to roll over you in a wave. You go numb, toes tingling as you mewl out for Alex.Â
Thereâs a mix of breaths that wind down, the smell of sex in the air as Alex collapses next to you. Youâre rolling to nuzzle yourself into his neck as if you couldnât stand to not feel his skin for a mere second.
Youâre both quiet for a few minutes. Once youâre calm enough, you manage to whisper.
âThat was, well, I never expected that to happen.â
âReally?â Alexâs fingers drum on your bare hip. âWell, maybe not today, but after that kiss?â
He turns to smile at you with a goofy grin.
âIt was inevitable, wasnât it?â
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The smell of pancakes wafts into your dreams. Itâs enough to rouse you as you sniff, burying your face in Alexâs pillow. Your hand pats around on the empty bed, searching for that hard muscle youâd grown accustomed to in the past six months youâd been living with them. The sheets are cold and you know heâs gone.
Cooking? You wonder in silence, opening your bleary eyes and sitting up. The sheets are tossed aside, and you throw on Alexâs shirt and some shorts with eagerness. You couldnât wait to see Jaime, see Alex.
Donning your slippers, you make your way out of the bedroom and down the stepsâthe sounds become clearer and the grin has already shaped itself on your face.
The picture is perfect. You take it all in at the bottom of the steps, eyes scanning the scene. Alex stands shirtless, flipping pancakes with ease. Two mugs of coffee are set to the side, steaming and alluring.
Music plays from the speaker, an upbeat tune filling the kitchen.
Jaime sits at the counter, rolling a toy car over the marble counter. His toys lay tossed around, and you maneuver around them on your tiptoes before placing your hands on Jaimeâs shoulders. He jumps, before calling out your name in joy.
Alex turns then, his smile easy as he watches you kiss the chubby cheeks of his son. You peer at him before standing and rounding the island to stand next to Alex.
He lowers the burner and then slinks his arms around your waist. You bite your lip, almost shy, as he looks at you in reverence. Then, heâs leaning down and kissing you in such a sugary fashion that your skin prickles with goosebumps.
âHey,â he says.
âHey,â you croon. âPancakes for breakfast?â
âThe big man called. I had to answer.â
He motions over to Jaime, who grins before slamming two trucks into each other. It makes the two of you laugh, and you reach to rub Alexâs back. Alex turns back to the pancakes, and you realize that this was right where you wanted to be.Â
You had found your place.
âSo,â Alex interrupts your thoughts with a grin. âHow much syrup?â
heâs never shown his face. heâd shown his body, how his muscles rippled underneath his skin as he stretched and waved to the camera. heâd show his dick, flushed and pretty before wrapping a hand around the base and groaning out a, âfuuuck.â
you were obsessed.
@quacklex is live!
yes, you had notifications on. youâre at your computer in an instant, clicking onto camdudes.com with an eager fervor. youâre immediately greeted with the homepage, and you navigate onto the live stream.
alex sat in a black muscle shirt and shorts that rode up too high to be considered âsafe for work.â you could see the curve of lips at this angle, the way he bared his teeth playfully as he talked to chat.
@anoniereader: you look so good today
alex smirks, flexing an arm as he reads the chat. his reply is easy, smooth: âthank you anonie, iâm happy to see you again.â
it makes you giddy when he replies, leaning back against the foot of his bed with his legs crossed. he chitchats a little more, and the comments flood in as people join the live.
you watch with bated breath as he taps his hands on his thighs before tilting his head and humming, âso, we might as well get started with the show, right?â
@anoniereader: strip!!!
âhmm, strip? i dunno, you canât make me,â alex teased, crossing his arms. âbeg me to strip.â
you already had your card details logged, so within no time the donation was popping up.
@anoniereader donated $100!
@anoniereader: i said strip, pretty boy
alex flushes, laughing off the term of endearment with a, âpshh, only âcause you gave me, like, $100 dollars!â
his âthank youâ is soft before heâs letting the muscle shirt peel off his body as he tugs it over his head. alexâs chest is left mouth-wateringly bareâhis pecs plump and sitting prettily on his frame. he was utterly gorgeous, and it was well worth the wait of a week (he only streamed once a week, yet was making bank!).
you watched with bated breath as he palms his dick over his shorts, teeth trapping his lip between them when he squeezed over the length. he throws his head back against the bed, the column of his neck open and exposed.
âmmm, am already so hard⌠really want someone to touch meâo-or suck me off,â alex, confident in his anonymity, chuckles darkly. âmaybe one of you.â
@anoniereader: iâd do more than just suck you off
@anoniereader: how much for a private show?
alex cackles, breathing growing heavier as he worked himself till he was fully hard. between his breaths, he says, âyou already know my prices are listed, baby. fuck, youâre my loyal follower, you should know thatâah, my god.â
@anoniereader: maybe i just wanted to hear you say it again
âyouâre cute,â he replies, before getting on his knees.
heâs slow with it, tantalizingly pulling the strings of his shorts apart till the knot they formed loosened. his hands were veiny, flexing with every movement; you wished it was his hands ghosting over your soaked pussy.
your favorite camboy pushes his shorts down, tugging them off to land somewhere off screen. his hardness was obvious now, alex tugged off his boxers, leaving him completely bare as he sat back against the foot of his bed.
his dick was leaking precum, and you had the strongest urge to lap at the bead pooling on the tip. he used his thumb to spread it around, groaning softly as he played with his sensitive head.
âfuck⌠feels so good, ah, i love touching myself in front of you guys, mmf! always feels soo addicting, i canât get enough!â
he practically cries out when he wraps his hand around his dick, free hand drizzling cool lube onto the heated skin of his cock. alex starts slow, swirling his hand around the tip before twisting down, and then upâdown, up, down, up.
@anoniereader: you look so fucking good like this
@anoniereader: want you to cum all over yourself like a slut, i know you like that
heâs quick to deny, but you knew better. alex fucked his fist desperately, the slick sounds echoing as he panted and whined.
âno! âm not a slut, ohmygod, âm not!â he nearly sobs, hips bucking as he rapidly jerked himself off. âwanna cum, ohohohâwanna cum for you, anonie.â
his voice was so whiny and pitched, you couldnât help but sneak a hand down and start circling your puffy clit.
@anoniereader: you are baby, itâs okay
@anoniereader: cum for me
itâs as though you were the only one alex could see, you were driving his fantasy, driving him to the brink: you loved it. you watched with wide eyes as alex tipped over the edge, spurting white onto his abdomen as he groaned into the still air.
heâs boneless after, hands and softening dick limp against his thighs. he takes a breath, then another, before giving a weak smile.
A little gift for you, Saki! Someone quoted her so the pics were still there even after she went private, I couldnât open the actual post tho cause she already deleted it. If you wanna share it, just donât post my ask pls
What a piece of shit fucking reply đđ and I say this as a lesbian woman, she was not just attacking trans men and lesboys, she was attacking the TRANS UMBRELLA. like thatâs whatâs sickening to me, and using radfem rhetoric AND the flag?? yeah youâre a transphobic asshole
alex always twisted his ring when he was upset, the smooth motion an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves. not even frayed, utterly destroyed nerves. he couldn't believe you were acting so bratty. you'd been pissing him off all day, pushing his buttons till he was ready to snap.
and there you were, sitting so "innocently" at the kitchen island. your head was in your palm, your free hand resting on the smooth expanse of your thigh. not only were you emotionally provoking him, you had worn those pajama shorts; the "i want to fuck" shorts.
"what's wrong, babe?" you chirp without a care in the world, even as alex advances with his brows furrowed.
"stop testing me, and i know you know what you're doing! you're being all... bratty, so stop."
you blink at him casually, like a loving cat, before you shrug and tap on your phone. "not my fault you're so sensitive, baby."
alex's voice is sharp and commanding, it sends a shiver down your spine.
"don't do that shit with me," he grunts out. he twists his ring. "come over here for a second."
your body is entirely still, as if you could disappear right then and there, but then you slowly rise and take two steps to slink in front of him. you watch him, before a cocky grin spreads on your face. alex traces the way your tongue swipes at your lips. your husband moves to speakâbut you beat him to the chase.
"you're lucky I don'tâ"
"what are you going to do about it, hmm?"
alex knew exactly how to put you in your place. he knew the way to fuck you till your toes curled, knew just where to suck on your neck to make you keen and fuck back against his fingers that curled inside you. your husband didn't even bother to fully undress himself. he gave the illusion that this was just a quick fuckâthat he was just using you for his own pleasure; you loved it.
"god, you're always... mmf, testing me. you know what i think? i think you like when i fuck you like this. you get off on it, don't you?"
you bury your face further into the sheets as if you could escape his words. he had you in pronebone, fucking into you with sharp snaps of his hips. it was hot, the way his hands traced over your figure before settling on your hips to grip for leverage.
every groan echoed in your ears. it was torturous to have to face away from alex, to miss the way his brows drew up and how his teeth dug into his lip when he moved just right; anchoring himself inside you before dragging himself back out.
"tell me you like it, fuck, you just love being a slut for meâright? that's it, isn't it? fuuuuck, you were being so fucking annoying."
"n-no, i was just, ohmygod, just kidding!"
"were you? see," and he punctures his words with a cruel thrust. "i don't think so, i think you were completely serious. and i'm being serious when i say: you need to be put in your place, you know?"
panting hotly into the sheets as alex dragged his dick in and out, slow and then sharp while you pathetically fisted the sheets. every inch of stretch sent your mind reeling, and your teeth latch onto the silk of your bed to bite for purchase.
alex pounds you harder. your husband's voice is audible and smooth, creating goosebumps that traveled along your spine alongside his hand that stop at your ass to grope and spread.
¨that's it, yeah," alex chuckles lowly, watching his dick glide in and out of you. "taking it like such a good girl, hm?"
like this, he could see everything. you taking every inch like such a good girl; something he murmured to you under heated gasps and whimpers.
he knows when your feet kick up, your heels meeting his back, that you're close. your teeth unleash the silk as you tilt your head to the side to cry out as he fucked you, "'m gonna cum, wanna cum so bad! please, alex, make me cummm."
your husband huffs and puffs, arms shaking with strength as he cages you in and drives into you like he means it. the breath is pounded from your lungs, leaving you gasping and jerking forward with each buck.
"i'll let you... if you, holyfuck, if you say, 'i'll be good from now on.'"
you're babbling, trying to stave off your orgasm by thinking desperately on things that didn't matter. you weren't going to say it, no, because he couldn't force you toâ
he hunkers down on top of you. your sweet, loving husband lets his weight rest on you as he fucks into you from behind, his beefy arm working it way around your neck to hold you still. you couldn't move if you tried, and it's moments like these that you truly feel owned by him. you were his, always.
"c'mon," his lips brush against the shell of your ear. "you know you wanna cum. so just. be. good."
alex knew you were weak for him. weak for his thick cock bullying your insides. you're crying out into the soft flesh of his bicep, eyes squeezing shut to ward off tears whilst you whined.
"i-i'll be good! from now on, promise! please, lemme cum, pleasepleasepleaseâ"
there's the sound of skin on skin. it's so lewd as plap, plap, plap echoed throughout your bedroom. you could cry, and you do; tears slipping out with alex goading you on.
"cum for me, fuck," and a long exhaled groan is filtered out past alex's lips.
you're squeezing him within an inch of his life, your pussy spent and creamy as you orgasmed all over him. he was drenched, and your release mixes together as alex fills you moments later. his arm loosens. a whoosh of air fills your lungs and head.
the two of you lay in a collapsed heap. alex's hands roam, lips brushing against skin as he moved about your body while still inside you. you turned your head to catch his lips, and his teeth tug on your bottom lip.
"so that was your plan? piss me off 'till i'm fucking you into our mattress?"
your grin is cheeky. obvious.
"well, the plan was just to get your attention. but, honestly? i prefer when you fuck me."
"yeah, you would," and he's blowing a raspberry on the crook of your neck.
request: A girl goes to boxing class for the first time, and the coach is Alex. He fucks her when the gym is empty.
thankfully, the actual gym wasn't so crowded as you meandered your way past the front doors. there were people dotted all around, but you focused your sights on Studio 7âthe studio that housed your first ever boxing class.
a maelstrom of emotions mixed within you as you pushed past the door in your baby pink sneakers and water bottle in tow. men and women stood around, talking and laughing. you scan the room and walk in further to set your things down.
"hi, are you here for the boxing class?"
you turn rapidly, and you find your heart hammering as you look at the teacher. he was stunningly handsome, and you open your mouth to say, "yes! yes, i am."
he gives you a dazzling smile, eyeing you before looking back at his tablet. he scrolls through a list of names before finding you, evident by the profile picture you had set for your account.
"and this is you?" he pronounces your name so sweetly that you can only eagerly nod as he tilts his head. he takes a quick breath before blurting out. "great, it's awesome to see you."
the two of you look at each other for a moment longer, and you feel this magnetic pull when you look at him. that, and a throbbing feeling of arousal as you watched his broad shoulders and back turn to address the class.
his name was alex. he's been boxing for six years, and from what you deduced based on his plain phone screen and ringless left-hand, he was single. you smile to yourself, looking away and missing how his eyes linger on you.
it starts off easy. you do a warm-up, and alex goes around correcting form and the like. he lingers by you, warm hand approaching as he asks, "may I?"
you'd be a fool to deny that touch.
he tilts your hips, and you have to hold back the moan when he uses his fingers to press into your skin. you mumble a, "thanks," and he replies so smoothly.
"no problem," and he's slinking away like he wasn't making your skin hot just from his meager touch.
the real meat of the class comes when he starts to demonstrate just exactly how to box. he breaks it all down, from the form to how you should angle your wrist to avoid injury, and you're absolutely enthralled as he rallies out punch after punch into the punching bag.
your mouth waters as he stands back, panting and sweating as he surveys the audience. his eyes land on you, excited and pumped up, and you have to look away. his gaze was too intimate, as if he could read your mind based on just a glance.
you lose yourself in the rhythm. in the praise that comes from alex as he encourages you to use all your might, to repeat the sequence again, to be good. you pull back, and he gives you an approving smile before speaking in a low tone.
"great job, you're really good at this," he adds your name for extra emphasis. it makes you twirl a stray hair, feeling like a schoolgirl in the presence of her crush.
soon enough, the class comes to an end. you don't want to leave, and you purposefully grab your things as slow as you can. you linger, and alex notices immediately. some man talks to him about improving his form, but when you're bent over the way you are as you retie your shoe, well... he wasn't exactly listening.
"hey there," alex says. he walks up to you easily. approachable. "you were really great in class, you should practice more often! i know it was only your first time, but you looked really good."
he doesn't correct himself. you both know he meant it in both ways, your form and you as a whole looked good. you untie your hair, letting it fall down to brush against your shoulders. alex's eyes smolder with intensity.
"thank you! that means so much..."
you step closer. it was as if you were daring him, testing his patience. he was never one to go for his students; yet you stood before him like an irresistible treat. was he to blame if he took a nibble? he didn't think so. you were practically presenting yourself for him.
so he crowds you against the wall, and kisses you like he could lose himself in you.
heâs hot, warm, and effortless in how he pushes you back against the bench and tugs at your tiny top. alex frees your tits, eyes wide as breasts spill out into his palm. he's instantaneous with it, hands coming to palm and squeeze the soft flesh.
you have to hide your moan, covering it with a pathetic hand over your mouth while you bucked up against alex's hips. he took his sweet time to glide over you. his kisses were soft and started at your pulse-point, before running down the valley of your chest just to stop right at the waistband of your exercise shorts. his eyes flicker up at you, then, and a wicked grin grows on his lips.
"you know, when i saw your profile... god, i knew you'd be something else. that pretty smile, the way you looked at meâi wanted you the moment i saw you."
he sweet talks you through tugging your shorts down, his eyes crinkling at the clear wet spot on your panties. "you're soaking, baby. just for me? have you been like this all class?"
"no," you weakly croak. "you're just, really really hot."
he smirks and shrugs in an attempt to be nonchalant, but you see through him. it's obvious the way his cheeks go a bit pink and how he pushes his hair back that your words have an effect on him just as much as his.
alex shuts you up with a thumb pressing over your clit, rubbing tight, slow circles as he hums. his free hand bends your knees up towards your chest, before pulling your panties to the side and watching as gossamer strings stick from your pussy to the fabric. his mouth waters and he has to swallow thickly, as if his arousal had risen and stuck right in his throat.
"oh fuck," you're gasping, fingers clenching and unclenching as you feel his pink tongue work against your clit. he licks and sucks like a man starved, groaning in a debauched tone about how good you tasted. "i-i wasn't expecting you toâohmygod."
"what, eat your pussy? but she looks so pretty, so wet. she needs me, i can tell," he answers cockily before swirling his tongue in circles.
it drives you insane, his rough tongue skirting up your pussy to rub flat circles against your swollen clit. your fingers flex in his hair, tugging the strands closer because god, you wanted him like a fish wanted water, your mouth open and gasping as he expertly worked you to the edge.
you´re cumming in his mouth in no time, and he laps it up like a dog. he moans, pulling back and licking his lips with his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. you´re still shaking, still absolutely wrecked, even as you forced yourself onto your elbows to stare at him in disbelief.
he´s panting, and you´re keenly aware of the insistent throb of your clit as your eyes peek down to take in his bulge. he lets you look for a moment, before tapping your shoulder and guiding you to lay back.
"gotta be quick," he mumbles softly against the shell of your ear, hand cupping your ass before spreading your legs farther and wriggling between them. "wanna fuck you real good, but we gotta be quick."
it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop. alex bites his lip, hard, as he drags his tip between your folds. you had hotly whispered about being on the pill, and alex had no problem fucking you raw. his precum mixes with your arousal and you whine with a head tipped back to bare your delicious throat.
he wanted to sink his teeth in you. instead, he presses forward and slips deep inside of you. he thrusts shallowly, inch by inch of his thick cock working inside you while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. you mewl so pathetically, look at him in such tears... it only makes him harder in response.
"fuck, fuuuuck. you're so tight, amor. so fucking good, ohfuck. i-i could cum just from this, how are you so good?"
"d-dunno, justâfuck me!"
alex has a perverted smirk as he watched you beg for his dick. your bottom lip was fat and pouty, he wanted to kiss it so bad. instead, he grunts and bottoms out inside you. you feel him everywhere, his hands roaming and dick throbbing as he began to move.
"oh, yes. you're so strong, feels sososo good. fuck, i love itâooh, fuck! keep going, please!"
"i can't stop, fuck. no way, ohmygod," he moans openly in your ear and your pussy soaks at the way his hot breath cascades over your cheek.
alex pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. the two of you are one, your body jerking upwards with her pump of his hips. you can feel your core tightening, the coil winding tighter and tighter as alex hits that spongy spot deep inside you.
"'m gonna cum! pleasepleaseplease, wanna cum all over your cock. please, let me?"
"let you? baby..." and he's breathless but it doesn't stop him from hunkering down and pounding you into the bench. he grunts and groans before saying weakly. "that was a given. i want you to come on my dick, fuck, wanna make you cum, too."
his words undo you, and you're falling apart with your teeth digging into alex's shoulder as you bit down. it worked well enough to muffle your cries as your poor, spent pussy spasmed and milked alex till he was cumming deep inside you. a welcome moan, broken and pure, bursts out of his chest like daybreak, and you watch the sunrise of his pleasure with rapt attention.
the two of you nearly fall of the bench in exhaustion. your bodies were sticky with sweat, and yet alex continued to kiss up your arm, to your shoulder, before sweetly planting his lips on yours once more.
you both look at each other before alex is giving you a cheeky grin.
hear me out pls butch alex strapping u like her life depends on it⌠post workout if weâre into thatâŚ
butch!alex strapping you<33
she came home sweaty, panting, and exhausted. to your delight, she also came home hungry, thirsty, and horny. you immediately crowd around your girlfriend, going on your toes to peck her cheek and squeeze her bicep.
âwelcome home, baby. how was your workout?â
âmmm,â and sheâs wrapping her arms around you and tugging you close. she smells your hair and pecks your jaw, nipping at the tender skin. âit was good⌠really good. but, i missed you.â
âdid you?â you muse playfully, wrapping your arms around her neck. alex stretches up like a swan, relishing your embrace and slotting a leg between your thighs.
âi did. kept fuckinâ thinking of you, couldnât do a single bicep curl without imagining you cumming on my tongue.â
she has such a wicked grin, a perverse grin. it makes you weak at the knees. your teeth tug at your bottom lip before you whisper, âwell, youâre home now. and i missed you.â
âcâmere,â she purrs, a low hum reverberating from her chest. she draws you in closer, presses against you harder; you need her more than you can even express.
thankfully, she knows exactly how to handle you.
âwow, look at you. you look perfect⌠taking me like this, mmf,â alexis moans softly, slowly rocking her hips into your sweet pussy. her teeth dig into her bottom lip and you can feel how she bucks as the strap vibrates against her clit. âoh god, babyângh!!â
youâre a mess beneath her, ankles dangling in the air as she worked herself in and out of you. it was too good, and your eyes were bleary as you watched her from beneath your lashes.
she looked incredible like this. alex kept moving as you admired her, little hiccups escaping you with every thrust. her hair fell in dark strands, framing her face and dripping beads of sweat.
alex presses forward, hitting that spot deep inside you. your whole body shivers, and all you can hear are the pants and moans of your name and alexâs mingling together.
âoh, oh! fuck, i love how you fuck me! alexâalex, i-i need moreâŚ!â
âyou want more? hmmm, are you sure you can take it?â
her voice is high and teasing, and thereâs a bubbling laugh that follows her words. your ears feel hot, and your lip quivers as you try to voice what you needed. god, you needed her, all of her!
âyesyesyes, i can! donât stop, oh, please donât stop,â and youâre crying out when she digs her fingers into the covers and slams herself into you. âfuck! nghh, yes!â
âohmygod, youâre creaming on me. youâre so beautiful, i love youâi love you so much.â
her hips grow frantic, pressing and pulling and fucking you as you babbled nonsensically. it felt too good, that coil of heat stretching tight in your tummy. you know sheâs close too, that familiar whiny plea of desperation as she fucked herself on the strap.
your nails dig into her shoulders, and youâre both falling off the edge together. toes curl, and alex is the first to cry out your name in the crook of your neck. youâre both so loud as you cum, your pussy spasming around her.
suddenly time feels so slow, and things feel so right as she presses on your lower tummy just to make you squealâyou could feel every inch of her. she slowly drags her strap out, a heaving breath escaping her as she watches how your pussy flutters at the loss of contact.
you whine immediately, stretching your arms out to pull her close and into your chest. alex takes the opportunity to bury herself in your chest, moaning and nipping at the soft flesh.
you both calm down together, panting breaths turning into soft exhales as your cuddling intensified. legs wrapped around one another, breasts smashed together, with her hand gently stroking your hair to top it all off.
âthat was like an extra workout,â she rasps, her voice sexy and worn. âfuck, i love fucking you, you know?â
âi know. you always make me feel so good,â you compliment with your nose gliding against her cheek. she squeezes your ass with a cheeky grin.
Alex invites you to his house and shows off his bartending skills, gives you alcohol-flavored kisses and you sleep together (no sex)đđťđđť
alex bartending for you<33
"and this, is a chocolate cake shot. it's so good, please, try it!"
his eyes are so excited, and you're smiling softly as you raise the shot glass up in cheers with him. you both down the shot, the alcohol gliding down your throat. it tasted sharp, a bit like cocoa, and a lot like vodka. you hum as alex's arms wrap around your waist to tug you closer.
you'd only been dating for a few months, but it had felt like a lifetime with him. you'd instantly felt comfortable; your souls had long been intertwined. your bodies press together and there's an underlying heat beneath all that cotton. you have to bite your lip to remind yourself to stay present, to not give in.
and then he kisses you, and you melt. he tastes like hazelnut as he grabs your hips, his tongue reminds you of milk chocolate as it collides against yours. you have to pull him deeper, harder against your lips as you relish his taste. a soft moan escapes him, sleepy yet loving.
"tired?" you muse against his mouth, languidly making out against the kitchen counters. "i don't have another shot in me."
"me either," he mumbles, pulling back with those big brown eyes. he rubs his nose against yours before adding. "i could sleep so hard right now."
"then let's do it."
the both of you drunkenly amble, as if doing a three-legged race down the hallway of your apartment. you haphazardly push the door to alex's bedroom open, and his hand clasps yours before intently pulling you back against the bed.
you land against him, "oomph. god, you're so comfortable, babe. like, mmm."
laughing into his neck, you wrap yourself around him like a koala. it feels good, it feels so right, and alex holds you just as tight. you're both quiet, merely listening to each other's breath.
you aren't sure who falls asleep first, but you dream of endless fields and soft glances at alex.
you were nervous to say the least. you knew you needed a personal trainer after your last gym session where you confused a squat with a dead lift. they were similar on paper, weren't they?
you blow a curl from your hair, the hair flying and falling back by your cheek as you grunt in annoyance. you stride purposefully into the gym, immediately scanning the area for any sight of him.
you and alex had texted a few times, but his profile picture was merely his shoulder and a glimpse of tank top. you were almost about duck out the doors and head back to the privacy of your car when a voice calls your name. your head whips to the left, and your eyes widen as you realize a truly dangerous fact: your personal trainer was hot.
"hey!" alex greets, teeth on display as he smiled at you. "it's nice to meet you, i'm alex."
your dainty hand is engulfed by his, and you swallow your nerves down to croak out a, "hello." wow, was he stunning. devastatingly handsome with wispy hair that flicked out from under his black cap and a galore of moles dotting his skin.
you can feel the brush of his callouses when you both pull your hands away. it's quiet as you both observe each other, and you know this particular sports bra you donned was the right move when alex's eyes lingered on your chest.
there's a playful gleam in his eye when he tilts his head, "you ready to get started? we can go with a warm up and take it from there."
you nod dumbly, cheeks flushing as alex escorted you to a more private area of the gym with a hand on your lower back. barely there, but still there. god, you were so fucked.
you come to know that alex was sneaky, and you enjoyed it more than you should. things go easily at first. you do some cardio, listen to his pointers, and eventually settle by the mirrored wall of the gym.
you got into the position to dead lift, hands clenching and unclenching as you readied to pick up the weight. alex stops you with a questioning hum.
"almost! here, let me adjust you," and his hands are on your hips angling you forward. his fingers press into your hipbones, and a flurry of arousal courses through you at how he practically covers your hips entirely. "like that, there it is. good."
the praise made your clit pulse as you reached to pick up the weights, biting your lip to try to concentrate on the exercise and not how alex watched you with dark eyes that seemed to say everything you were thinking.
"do you feel the difference between this and a squat now? ah, keep your back straight," and it's a blatant command you can't help but heed.
his low tone coupled with the hand smoothing up your lower back, pressing his fingers into your heated skin to straighten your spine. you suck in a sharp breath when his thumb brushes against the dimples in your back. he repeats the question he asked, moving forward to crowd against you.
you don't dare look back at him, knowing your technique would fall apart the first instance your gazes locked. "i-i feel it, i think."
"you think? hmm. here, let me fix your stance again."
alex's hands return to your hips, but he doesn't twist you this time, rather he pulls you flush against his hips. he says one word, "arch."
"that's it, you look much better like this."
he fucked you in the gym parking lot. pulling into a lot behind the gym, alex practically tackled you in the backseat, tugging your sweet yoga pants off with a ferocity only a man desperate for pussy could have.
"you smell so fucking sweet, fuck. was so hard watching you work out, couldn't help but touch you," alex moans into your neck, stretching you to the brim with his fat cock. "you wanted me too, could sense, could feel it. the way you listened to me? fuckkk, knew you'd take me so well."
"oh god, alex, you'reâstretching me so good!"
"i know, i know," and his tongue licks up the column of your neck before sucking on your pulse point.
you cry out, head thrown back in pure pleasure as alex's dragged his tip through your gummy walls, spasming and leaking onto his leather seats. the car rocked with every thrust, and pound against you g-spot sent stars bursting beneath your eyelids.
"god, fuck, wanna cum so bad. i-i know we haven't known each other for long, but holy shit, you're fucking incredible."
the compliment makes you smile as your orgasm drums up like a heavy ocean wave, cascading up and up until crashing down in a burst of bubbles and foam. your walls milk alex, and he follows behind you with a weak groan that cracks mid-cum. spurt after spurt fills you, and alex's chain dangles deliciously in your face.
under him, you could see every gorgeous sloping of him muscles in his shoulders and arms. the softness of his tummy yet hardened by the flex of maintaining himself above you. he was carved by adonis himself.
"and that exercise, is my most favorite. how about a few more reps?"
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