Have you seen what Alexandra Savior said? If so, what do you think of it?
i think with every male public figure, there will eventually come a reminder that they are still just a man. with how ambiguous shes being and how she seems reluctant to talk about it, i understand why people would immediately swarm to the worst possible conclusion even though no one really knows anything. its put a sour taste in my mouth regardless. in my opinion, i think a man in his late 20s/early 30s being in or on a bed with an 18/19 year old girl, no matter the circumstances, is predatory, even if he didnt do anything outright
i know i sound hypocritical considering what ive written on here before, which is kind of why i disappeared for a while. im 23 now, and i did try and pick up some stuff before, and i just feel so uncomfortable writing it, i dont think i can bring myself to do it again
think fast!! what am song would you assign to reader and alex in fake it so real? just off the top of your head
fire and the thud. ive always loved the song and im obviously a die hard humbug enthusiast, but i think the lyrics fit well if you read them at a quite surface level, i guess
I was just thinking about you earlier while looking for something to read, I hope you're doing alright I'm sorry about ur injury :')
thank you!! im better now, though looking at it now i think i was a bit dramatic and i probably couldve powered through it if i tried hard enough. then again, i couldnt be bothered to try hard enough. maybe ill finish whatever i was writing before this week but i dont know if id count on that. hopefully won't be too long though
i only really saw stuff about it on twitter for a while which i didnt really believe, but i think the website changing was a sign from the heavens. im a believer now
sorry if you take this to rush you in any way, it’s really not what i mean, in fact it’s jarring how rude some are :// but i cannot wait for more of your works!! once you’re done healing, im sure what you put out will be amazing like everything else! esp fake it so real
anyway hope u feel better!!!
dont worry, thank you!! im home now, i got out of hospital a while ago and my hand (almost) fully works again. ill get back to writing soon, sorry its been so long x
don’t be sorry, take all the time you need to heal🖤 you don’t owe us any fics lol. it’s kinda annoying how demanding some anons can be towards you, i hope you know that whenever you decide to release some stuff, thats only when you do it
youre always the sweetest. im in hospital again for my wrist at the moment, and i can be a bit dramatic but im starting to consider what the fuck im gonna do if my hand just never works again. itll probably be a while before i post another fic, but i hope you guys will take pity on an old, decrepit, poorly woman. the thought of opening google docs at the moment makes me want to cut my head off. i love resident evil too. mwah
i dont know. i really am sorry. i injured my wrist quite very badly the other day, i had to go to the hospital and all, and now my whole arm and hand is very very weak. its my right arm which is my dominant one, so that doesnt help. i can barely hold my phone
Ok pls lock in there was a new fanfic but i dont understand half the words they use soo many words that people dont use on a daily basis
ill try and finish it today or tomorrow. i dont know which one you mean, the most recent one i can see is june's? 😭 i thought hers was great, unless youre talking about something different and its just not showing up for me
bit late but i love “fake it so real” as a name for that series because it seems really fitting, especially in the way it looks in the collage. “fake it” for his wife, “so real” for him and reader — him finally feeling a real connection after pretending for so long. i think it’s accurate and i wouldn’t change it !!
thank you so much!! im also a bit late to answering this, im sorry. im very glad you like it. i also dont know if i would be bothered to change the gif in my masterlist anyway. do you guys like the collages for the fics? i try and make them have something to do with the fic. i try. i used to make collages with actual printed pictures but i gave up after one of my cats pissed on my favourite one
“You're walking like a fuckin' baby deer or something,” he slurred, his voice sticky with beer, a croaky laugh escaping his throat and filtering into the neck of the bottle at his lips, echoing around in the glass as he took one last sip before tossing it into a gutter with a loud, piercing clink.
His mouth was wet with beer, a single rivulet dripping down his chin that his face seemed far too numb to notice. He let out a noise that resembled a growl, but was far too croaky to be deemed one. “Sexy little fuckin' thing, aren't ya? Makes me wanna bend you over that bin and-”
He chuckled dryly at his own words, the sound bitter, almost venomous. “Nah. Gotta be patient. Gotta be gentlemanly.”
He tugged your closer to him, your shoulder jammed into his side and one of your hands awkwardly pressed to the hard line of his ribs beneath his old, worn black leather jacket that sent missiles of putrid smells up your nose each time you breathed in too harshly, a gnarly concoction of sweat, beer, weed, and vomit.
His lips graze your ear, far too close, his hot, sickly breath attacking the sensitive skin as he panted thickly through his phlegm-clogged throat. “You let all men drag you home this easy? Fuckin' look like you do. Unless it's just my lucky night.”
“I could hear every sound in the cafe but the most distinct that sings in my ear is you.
I heard 'Wonderwall' bleeding through your headphones.
I angled my body to watch you, seeing you swaying your head lightly from side to side, your mouth forming to sing the lyrics of a song from Oasis.
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
You smiled shyly and look down hoping no one noticed and no one really would have had noticed you got the words wrong if I am not observing your every move.
The later verse uses “And all the lights that light the way are blinding” but you sang the first verse, “And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.”
Bloody hell, peach, you cracked a little smile when you got the words wrong—that made me smile too.
The sound of the fucked up speaker system booms inside the club, but the people does not seem to care as to how shitty the quality of music it produces. Everyone continues to dance along like there is no tomorrow over some underground indie start up band no one knows their existence until tonight. Everyone is having the time of their lives.
But Alex is not having any fun.
He swallows thickly, the insides of his mouth drying as he continuously swallows nothing but his saliva whilst adjusting the thick guitar strap on his shoulders that it feels like it is starting to suffocate him like a rope on his neck.
It has always been like this. The nerves were amplified before they went on stage together with his friends whom he built a band with. It is going well so far. Every after gig they do, they would give out free CD’s of their demo album they have burnt over their bassist’s basement, and in turn, the people would do the free promotion for them.
However, he was not expecting to have this many people tonight. The club is jam packed, the bodies of drunk people look like sardines in a can as they all try to jump together to the beat of the song the band before them is trying to play. Alex winces at the crackle of the speaker and notices that the frontman of the band continuously mess up the guitar chords and emitting a grating sound in turn.
“10 minutes, mate! Ready?” The drummer, Matt, taps Alex from behind, making the latter jump in surprise.
“Yeah, yeah. All set,” Alex replies, his eyes never leaving the crowd.
“Searching for her, huh?” Matt teases, swinging an arm on the rockstar’s shoulder.
That statement made Alex shrug off his friend’s arm and proceeded to give him a scowl. Matt in turn raises his arm in surrender and laughs before leaving the anxious man alone to wander his gaze off at the crowd.
Alex knows you are going to be here because your boyfriend went to him to ask for some tickets for tonight’s show as apparently, you are a big fan of theirs. When he heard that, his heart dropped to his feet because he was not expecting that you would know his existence—or maybe he is thinking ahead that what you really care about is just his band’s music and you do not even know Alex at all—but that did not stop Alex with his wishful thinking that like every other girls that comes to see him, you really want to see him in his rockstar persona.
Or so Alex hopes he exudes such rock ‘n roll guy front, when everyone at University still see him as this shy little boy who clumsily trips over the campus holding his books as he hurriedly makes his way to his class as he is once again late for what seems to be the hundredth time as he was kept up late from a gig the night before.
The starting up rockstar was overthinking that he did not realise it was soon his time to fix his earpiece and get together with the band and when he started turning back to go with his mates—there you are.
There you are in your long cheetah print coat and some black leather knee high boots, holding a small bouquet of flowers as you walk up the stairs to settle on the balcony.
Alex was enthralled by your presence alone. He is now swallowing dryly that makes his throat hurt as his eyes seem to be fixated on you and only at you as you make your way where you are headed to. However, all those butterflies and heart flutters are soon replaced with ice cold realisation that your shitty arse boyfriend is on your tail and following you like a puppy.
Oh, that boy is a slag.
How Alex wishes to tell that to your face, but all he could do is put it in a song for their next album and he hopes he will be able to sing that line in front of your face. Other songs he made with thinking of you would suffice for tonight though.
He makes his way back to reunite with his band mates. They all did their pre-show ritual which consisted of saying something gibberish and taking a sip of their beer, before they finally headed out the stage. The cheers multiplied as the main star of the night started their show with one single guitar strum from Alex, signalling the beginning of their set.
But Alex’s eyes have a mind of their own as his body switched on autopilot, playing their rehearsed intro song and the lyrics automatically came out of their mouth, but his eyes are trained north to scan for your face on the crowd of the balcony.
Like two opposite ends of magnets—his eyes find yours.
And your eyes are trained on his big puppy brown eyes, giving the frontman a wink, which casted a spell that made him realise he is that shy kid from university, making him break eye contact with you and focused his gaze on the ground, but not before you have seen the red blush creeping from his neck and painting his cute little cheeks like a wildfire.
Of course, you knew about Alex Turner.
Who doesn’t? Is the question.
He is that shy kid at university who only goes to his classes, probably anyone could count with their fingers. He is a busy guy these days with his band taking off. You heard news about him from his classmates from high school who are now at the same university as you, and the stories never disappoint.
Great musician. Introverted lad. Genius at school. Shy with people. Good at bed.
You chuckle at the thought of that. You know what they say—geek in the streets, freak in the sheets.
And you have been listening to his stuff, and he is great. Really amazing. The lyrics are genius, some you can even relate and feel like he wrote those songs about you. His speed when singing is far different from his talking voice which seems to stutter a lot from being nervous while fiddling his bracelet on his arm that are wristbands from gigs he has been having a hard time taking off.
One time you asked for an extra pen from him as he is in one of your classes, and you watch in amusement as he scramble to get his bag and dig for what you are needing from, things falling out from his bag as he clumsily retrieve the papers from the ground, but it only made everything worse as the whole contents of his bag pack was now turned upside down, spilling everything from the floor and gaining the attention of everyone in the classroom.
You just bite off your lip to contain yourself from laughing, turning your back on him as if nothing happened, before telling everyone loudly to mind their own business and stop looking at the boy who looks like a baby deer caught in headlights.
Four out of five rumours have been checked off from the list as being proven true. Now, you wonder if those rumours about him being good at bed would be true.
Suck it and see, you guess?
You look around to find your boyfriend, but soon roll your eyes to see him cosying up with a jet-black haired girl at the far end from where you are now standing. He asked you to see the band tonight in hopes of rekindling that old flame you two have as you both were once that popular high school sweethearts that everyone is jealous of.
In reality, you both are far away from being the perfect couple everyone is gushing to have about. He is the most popular football player at university, but he also is the most unfaithful bastard at your own school.
You know your love for him is now long gone. You do not know when you fall out of love with him. You do not know why you keep coming back around. You do not know why you still choose to stay with him. You guess it is easy to be with someone you have been for so long rather than face the reality and be alone.
You are tired of being the popular girl everyone envies at university when you do not even know in the first place why people want to be in your shoes. You are most certainly fed up with all the boring football matches you go and pretend to support your serial cheater boyfriend with. And you are exhausted with all the parties there are at university.
When all you want is peace and quiet evenings. All you want to do is listen to some indie music from a band who is just taking off the charts. Be a rockstar girlfriend and follow your boyfriend in all parts of the UK as he plays from one shitty club to another.
That all you really want is that one shy boy from your class who would literally do anything to give you his pen even if it means he does not have a pen himself to use.
And that boy is currently on the stage, still refusing to connect your gazes together after you simply winked at him that turned him into a blushing tomato.
You watch as his black guitar is resting highly on his stomach, the white guitar strap looks like it is situated too tightly around his shoulder. He has his eyes closed as his pink cracked lips rest on his microphone, opening as he belts out the lyrics from one of his songs. His hair has gotten a bit longer, and it looks so damn soft that you wonder how it would feel between your fingers. Your eyes trail lower to scan his torso which is clad with a polo shirt, his legs are covered with jeans which are being securely held up with a black belt on his waist.
His hands start to strum on his guitar more aggressively, the bottom of his shirt rising slightly, giving you a peek of his abdomen. You could not help but be fascinated with how slutty his waist looks right now with his fitted polo shirt.
Alex looks so confident on stage as he owns it, commanding everyone like a leader. Every move he makes is being followed by the crowd, every sway of his hips makes people sway theirs, and every word coming out of his mouth lights everyone’s desire to become one of his girls (and boys) for the night.
How can this person be the same person who cannot even string a proper sentence when you asked him how his weekend had been?
Alex cannot not look at you.
He wants to look at you and only you. He knows that all he needs to do is lift his head up and you would be there, but God, why does the mere fact of looking at you already make his dick hard on his jeans? He is hopeless, completely hopeless with pretty girls—but majorly hopeless when it comes to you.
Why do you have to be at his every class? Why do you have to be with that douchebag of a boyfriend you are currently right now? Why do you have to be there at the balcony right now with your attention focused on him that is making him completely aware of everything that is going on right now and completely losing focus on what he is doing right now when all he wants to do is muster up the courage to talk to you?
Why does he have to completely fall head over heels on you?
Alex visibly cringed when he heard him play the wrong guitar chord, shaking his head to wake himself up and break himself from his overthinking. He looked at the crowd and saw the drunk smiling expression of everyone, oblivious to the mistake he had made. He is a perfectionist, that is why even if his listeners did not catch the wrong chord, he would surely be thinking about it the whole night and would overthink of ways not to do the same on the next show.
He wishes he could go grab a drink right now and chug it all in one go, but as he looks down to press on the pedal that would change the sound of his electric guitar to another octave, there is a big sign that warns “NO DRINKS ON STAGE.” Previous accidents have happened wherein liquids spill over these electrical equipment and it did not end well for the owner of such musical equipment and the owner of the club.
You noticed it. You notice Alex’s expression as soon as he hits the wrong chords and subtly changes it to the correct one, because his lips start to tremble as if he is about to cry but he carries on singing the rest of the chorus of the song. You notice how Alex is now watching every move his left hand makes as his fingers place itself on the frets of the guitar to produce the intended correct chords and how he looks super alert with every passing second he plays on the poorly dim lit makeshift stage of this club.
Sweat makes the back of Alex’s shirt stick on his back, making him hyperaware how uncomfortable it feels on his skin. The rough material of his jeans feels insufferable and all he could think of right now is the sweet relief of taking it off after and hopping for a quick cold shower afterwards. The room is too hot and Alex could feel how little oxygen the room has to offer as he feels himself being suffocated while his body is still on autopilot mode, finishing their set. His bangs are sticking to his forehead, the collar of his polo shirt is touching his ears, and he feels another round of sweat dripping from his temples, down inside his chest to his stomach. He is sweating more than usual, more than he would after the first round of sex.
But Alex does not show any of his thoughts with his body language. A few would understand and recognise his thoughts and how he really feels at the moment, but those few people are not here right in front of him who are still hazily enjoying themselves on the dance floor.
And you are one of the few who can see right through him.
But it does not matter as it is the last song of the night. Alex’s throat is hurting, as he swallows once more dryly, trying to coat it so singing would not scratch his already scratched up oesophagus. He went back to one of the boxes beside Matt’s drum kit to retrieve a towel, drying his sweaty palms and patting his face off from it. He exhaled heavily before going back to his microphone stand and informing everyone how this is the last song that they will be performing, earning a mix of boos from not wanting them to end and cheers from people who failed to register Alex’s words of bidding them goodnight.
You do not feel exhausted. On the contrary, it feels like the night is just starting for you. You know you want him. You know you have to get him. You know you have to have him tonight and of course—you always get what you want.
You just have to think of ways on how to get closer to him later on because everybody knows after their performance, girls and boys would be flocking to his side for this rockstar’s attention and affection for them.
But you are who you are.
You always get it your way.
As you look once more back on stage, you are surprised to see Alex looking up already on you. His body is angled towards you, his eyes are unwavering as he sings the next words directly at you.
Well, how can you wake up
With someone you don't love?
And not feel slightly phased by it
Alex does not know where the sudden rush of confidence came from as he sings the words to the person he has on his mind when making such a song he is performing right now. He knows about the news of your boyfriend’s infidelity, come on, he has been seen flirting with every person whom they identify themselves as female on the campus. Everyone at uni is sure how that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend of yours would fuck anyone as long as they have a hole in them.
Once again, he thinks of how that boy is such a slag and how you deserve better.
You deserve to be with someone like him. But of course, he would not dare say that out loud. He cannot even reply to you when you ask him how his weekend has been.
Oh, he had a struggle
And they woke up together, not quite realising how
Awkwardly stretching and yawning
It's always hard in the morning
And I suppose that's the price you pay
Well, oh, it isn't what it was
She's thinking he looks different today
And now there's nothing left to guess now
You know this song is about you. It is no secret on campus what their songs mean. A lot of speculations of course, but that is also why everyone is jealous of you.
All your friends are so cool. You go out every night. You have a nice car. You are living the life. You got a pretty face. You got a pretty boyfriend too even though he sucks.
Nobody knows the real you yet everyone wants to be you so bad.
Jealousy, jealousy.
And that is why that makes your lips curve in amusement as you hold gaze with him on the stage. You have been just actually waiting for him to make a move. To bark directly at your face.
Say it on her face, Alex.
Alex may or may not have written this song about you. What better way than is to swallow the nerves and sing it at you to mentally grab your shoulders and shake it hard so you would snap out of whatever you are on currently and why you still chose to stay with that boyfriend of yours that is currently sucking off another girl’s mouth at the opposite side of the balcony?
With one final strum of his electric guitar, the show finally ended. Everyone stayed on the dance floor, now dancing to some random house music a random employee of the club has put on shuffle. The four lads of the band put their instruments securely backstage, placing it on the couch that there is no available seating option now in their shared dressing room, before quickly going out of the club to finally get wasted.
Alex is soon swarmed by strangers whose faces he could not recognise and some familiar ones from university. Shots after shots are handed on him and he downs it all in seconds, trying to get himself drunk to the point where nerves would be numbed down and he would have the courage in him to talk to you afterwards. He has not seen you yet and he wishes to the Gods above that you have not left yet. He tries to tangle his way out over the several hands roaming freely on his chest and back and slightly on his thigh cladded jeans. He does not feel a single electricity from those touches, not even the slightest being turned on right now.
All he wants is to see you. Finally, the drinks have done its intended effect on him.
You are still on the balcony. Now, hidden behind some curtains. Your friends have already invited you to go downstairs and fraternise with strangers, and you just let them know you will follow soon. Your boyfriend is now long gone, probably back on his car and fucking that girl he was making out with the entire show.
Alex is right. How can you wake up next to that guy whom you know you do not love anymore, hell, you are not even sure if you have ever loved him at all, and not feel slightly phased by it?
Alex has finally entangled himself over the group of strangers his best mates are currently chatting with. He still wants to drink and enjoy as he rides away the remnants of what was left of his adrenaline rush, that is why he settled on the bar counter that is from the less crowded side of the club.
That is where you decided to shoot your shot.
“Can I buy the rockstar a drink?” You said loudly, the fake confidence exuding out of you naturally.
He makes you nervous for some reason and you cannot pinpoint the root cause of it, that is why you have always been fascinated by him—because you and him are just the same person.
Alex jumps out of his seat lightly, craning his head back to look at you, watching as you settle yourself on the seat next to him. You are too close, the closest you physically have been with him that he could feel your long cheetah print coat grazing his jean cladded legs and smell that expensive distinct cherry perfume even in his dreams he could somehow smell still. Your long hair is tickling his bare arm as you make yourself comfortable on his side, closer this time, that Alex could now feel the heat of your arm even if there is a thick coat separating the two of you.
His mouth went dry and he could not find his voice as his gaze is fixated on your every move, the way you catch the attention of the bartender effortlessly. He can see up close how your long lashes flutter as you blink, the curve of your shiny pink lips that all he could think of is how it would feel on his own or even better on his cock, and the red blush that coats the tip of your nose.
“I’ll have a Jack and Coke, please. You, Turner?” You move your head to the side and connect stares, which makes Alex’s brain short circuit as to how close your face is right now on his own. He can feel your every exhale, inches away as it hits his lips.
Just one move forward and Alex would capture your lips on his.
“I-I’ll have a pint of beer,” Alex stutters, his voice cracking at the end.
He could facepalm himself right now when he realised what he had done. He let you buy him a drink when it should be him to offer you one, as he thought.
“I’ll cover our second drinks,” Alex immediately informs you as the bartender places the ordered drinks in front of you two.
You bring the glass to your lips to hide the amused smile that has formed. “Already thinking about our second? Damn, Turner. Not so fast.”
That remark made Alex’s cheeks burn hotly, looking away from you as he feared he would get on his knees on the ground to worship you.
“You can call me Alex,” he says quietly, sipping the pint of beer you have bought for him.
You nod, mumbling his name out loud as you familiarise the name to moan by the end of the night. “You can call me anything you want then, Alex.”
That made Alex’s heart skip a beat. Not only the way his name sounds so good from your lips, but from all the possibilities he could call you right now.
Easy there, tiger.
“Thank you for coming tonight. It’s the first time I see you at one of our shows,” Alex shyly says, meeting your eyes as he tries to hold a normal and proper conversation with you.
“You keeping tabs on me, Alex?” You could not help but tease him, a smile to add effect.
Alex’s brown eyes widen, once again like a baby deer caught in headlights. “Sorry! I-I didn’t mean it in a creepy way.”
You just cut him off with a laugh, reaching out to squeeze his arm.
“I really didn’t mean it like a creep,” he once again apologises, clearing his throat. “It was your boyfriend who asked me for some tickets.”
You hum as a response, your mood slightly dampening at the mention of that boyfriend whom you never wanted to remember for the rest of the night.
“Your boyfriend… where is he by the way?”
“Last time I checked, he was snogging some poor lass in the corner,” you shrug to come off as unaffected, because you really could not care less about him.
Alex strangely feels content at your tone, a relief somewhere deep within his bones. He signals the bartender for another round of drinks and true to his words, he paid for it, and he intends to pay all your drinks from this day forward.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, not really sorry at all.
And you know it.
“You’re not sorry at all are you, Turner?” You exhale a laugh, sipping your second glass of Jack and Coke.
Alex suddenly had a surge of confidence waving in his bloodstream. He leans forward, resting an elbow on the marble countertop of the bar.
“I’m not sorry. He’s a slag. You’re better off without him. Why are you still with him?”
Your eyes widened and suddenly became interested in his next moves. “I don’t know, Alex. I guess we’ve been together for so long he’s there when I need someone to fuck so it’s convenient.”
“Do you still love him?” He raises his eyebrows, eyes boring into yours deeply.
“Does it matter?” You shrug, returning the same intensity of his stare and moving forward to close your distance an inch.
“Well how can you be with him—“
“Well you mean ‘how can I wake up with someone I don’t love and not feel slightly phased by it?’” You once again tease, using his own song lyrics.
That made Alex become self-conscious, his gaze wavering for a moment as he focused it now on his full pint of beer.
But you are not going to let him come back to hide from his shell when he is suddenly being forward and chatty like this at you. This might be the longest conversation you two have had in history.
“Besides, I don’t think anyone would wanna be with me,” you fake a sigh of disappointment, putting on your best ‘helpless in romance department’ look.
Alex suddenly moves his head to meet your eyes, his face scrunching up in disbelief.
No one would ever want to be with you? That is the most ridiculous thing Alex had ever heard in his life.
“You really think that? You could have anyone in the university if you like. Baby, you could have anyone wrapped around your fingers and we’ll still thank you for it,” Alex breathes out, still in disbelief and not even realising he has momentarily slipped and just admitted how you have him wrapped around your fingers.
“Can I have you then?” You challenge him, batting your eyelashes innocently, and giving your best flirty smile up at him.
Alex let out a silent gasp, mouth staying lightly open as he scans your face for any traces if you are just messing with him. He could not stop looking at your face, how your eyes are already staring right at him. Your lips are formed in a slight pout, looking so inviting. Your hair framing your face perfectly and all he could think are dirty thoughts.
Dirty thoughts spreading through his head like a wildfire. How he would love those smart mouth of yours on his cock with his hand wrapped around your hair as he guides you through it, while being on your knees as he fucks your mouth and you take it like a good girl, trying to open those damn eyes and looking up at him.
You could not help but be entertained with his expression. You watch as Alex stays silently, looking at you, but noticing how his pupils are slowly swallowing his brown irises. You know what he is thinking, you just do not know the way he is thinking it—but you know he is just thinking of fucking the shit out of you, like a gentleman of course.
“Think you can fuck me better than my boyfriend?” You break the silence, pushing the rockstar more out of his comfort zone and to finally make a move on you.
“I know I can fuck you better than that dickhead,” Alex seriously replies, nodding once for more effect.
“That’s what I have been hearing at the campus, Turner. How you’d talk shit about my boyfriend and say you can treat me better than him. Is it true, eh?” You smirk, a finger starts to rub his arm in a teasing manner.
Goosebumps rise on every part you touch, and he is feeling the chill at the back of his neck.
“You know I’m right. He doesn’t deserve you. He’s a fucking prick, can’t even make you satisfied, I bet,” Alex spats out your boyfriend’s name as if it disgusts him to even acknowledge his existence.
Alex himself was shocked at where this wave of confidence had come from. Probably he is still riding his adrenaline rush or the alcohol is now killing all his nerves away and his brain recognises that this is his time to finally take a chance with you.
You are amused but mostly turned on with how he is currently acting. Finally, Alex is making a move.
But it is not enough—you need more.
“Hmm, is that so?”
You lean back, increasing your distance. You start putting your feet on the ground, standing at full height, before placing both of your hands on Alex’s thigh and opening it so that you can situate yourself in between his open legs. With the heels of your boot and the height of the chair, your head aligns perfectly with Alex right now.
Alex on the other hand is frozen. He feels incredibly like an idiot with how easily just one touch, your hands on his thighs are starting to make his dick twitch on his jeans. He could feel himself start to harden, straining to be let out from his cotton boxers that he can feel it pressing on the rough material of his jeans, and he wishes once again from the Gods above that you would not look down and see that he already has a boner just from resting your palms on his thighs and your face inches away from his.
“All bark and no bite, huh? Damn, are you just all bark and no bite, Turner?” You tease him, poking your tongue out to wet your bottom lip before leaning into the junction of his jawline and neck, just where his pulse would be. You could feel how crazy his pulse has become, hopefully it is your doing as you wish from the Gods above, before placing a light kiss on the site and retracting back to meet his eyes once more.
But Alex is having none of this anymore.
He could not control himself as he has been dreaming of doing this and imagining how your lips would have felt and taste like. He places a hand at the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. Both of you visibly sighed as soon as your lips met, you instinctively tangled your hands on his already messy hair. It was soft on your palms, as you have thought it would be. You could not help the gasp that has been let out of your throat as Alex greedily bites at your lower lip, swiping afterwards to ease the momentarily pain, and letting himself inside to explore the confines of your mouth. His grip at the back of your neck tightens, as he tilts your head to the side to kiss you deeper. Teeth clashing together, making you shiver and hopelessly moan in satisfaction at the intensity the make out session has gotten, the tip of his nose rubbing sweetly on yours.
There was a round of claps and wolf whistles that broke the two of you out of the world you created and shared together. You pull away with a whine, cursing at yourself for needing oxygen when all you want to do is get lost in him. Alex seemingly has broken out of his trance, feeling shy all of a sudden and cursing at himself for not being able to hold back and control himself with you.
You look at him to see his pupils are blown wide, redness coating the apple of his cheeks beautifully. It was just a kiss and it looks like he has cum already in his jeans, and you feel smug about it—that you have this effect on him this great because you are sure to have soaked your panties already from just one make out session.
“Do you want to, y’know, well…” Alex cuts himself off, giving you ‘the look’ because the poor boy is being swallowed by his nerves alive and it is not helping that he cannot think straight as his dick is pulsing and twitching like crazy on his jeans like a teenage boy that he is.
“Fuck, you mean?”
“Take this somewhere private?” Alex adds, lowering his face to hide at your neck when another round of applause and “get it, Turner” echoes from across the room. You chuckle as the guy in front of you buries his face deeper in your neck if that is even physically possible, ruffling his hair on one hand and putting out your middle finger at the people teasing the both of you.
“Take me, Alex.”
Alex grabs your hand to lead you back in their small makeshift dressing room. As the two of you getaway from the crowd, his nerves amplified with each step. His shaky hands twist the old rusty doorknob, blindly finding the light switch on the wall that would illuminate the room.
You could feel his hand tighten on yours, a slight shake if you concentrate still. The small room greeted you, it was messy and everywhere you looked, there was either an article of clothing or a musical instrument resting on it.
“Nice room,” you joke, trying to break the silence and help to ease what Alex might be thinking.
Alex muttered curses under his breath when he saw the mountain of equipment resting on the settee, the only furniture to sit on. He looks at you apologetically, opening his mouth already to say something.
“I’m so sorry, let me move those things first so we could have something to sit on,” he informs you, walking to step forward already, but you grab his arm to stop him, an idea suddenly pops into your mind. He looks at you in confusion, halting in his step to wait for your words.
You give him a mischievous look, a smile painting your swollen lips. You point at the small wooden table at the middle of the room which is surprisingly empty then looking up to gauge his reaction at your implied proposition. Alex’s mouth was formed into an ‘o’, before looking back at you.
“You can have me bent over on the table and fuck me from behind,” you shrug and propose as if asking him normally what he eats for a Sunday dinner.
Alex was so horny at the idea that it made his head dizzy.
“But I want to see your face,” he whispers in reply.
You choked out on your own saliva, not expecting such a reply. You cough multiple times as you try to get your breathing back to normal, hitting Alex on his chest.
“You freaky shit,” you said in disbelief, laughing and coughing at the same time.
Freaky romantic shit.
You saw a mirror attached at the door and had another crazy idea.
“There’s a mirror there.”
Alex got the memo and soon brought the table so now it is situated in the middle of the room, in front of the mirror. You tested it and went around, bending over and resting your arms on the wooden furniture, eyes trained forward and you could see yourself clearly and Alex’s figure and how his eyes widened out of its sockets when he saw you at the position.
It looks obscene, even if you two have not yet started anything yet.
You stand up straight and turn around facing him again, resting your arse on the wooden table. Alex is looking at you with a nervous energy, biting his lips and looking everywhere but you.
You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in closer, a hand moving upwards to rest on his cheeks and bring his eyes on you. Alex stares at you shyly, biting the inside of his cheeks as he stares at you softly and silently.
“Now kiss me, you fool.”
With those five words, something snapped inside of Alex—the beast had been let out, let it roam free, and took over the functions of his body.
You close your eyes at the intensity of his lips attacking you all so suddenly. His right hand slides up to hold your hair, pulling it roughly in the direction he wants, earning a gasp that made him easily enter his tongue once more. He kisses you like you are his source of his oxygen, tasting every inch inside of you. Your tongue tries to fight dominance with him, but it is futile and it submits to Alex’s lead as he guides the pace of the kiss. He swallows every moan and gasp that you involuntarily let out, heaving a breath of mercy and please at the same time, wanting to breathe but at the same time not wanting to break the kiss and let him annihilate you completely.
Alex marks his presence on you. He moves his hands downwards to roam your body, memorising every curve and feeling that you bring on his palm as he touches and touches you blindly everywhere physically. He hastily removes your coat, touch faltering for a second, unsure of touching you more intimately. You rest your hand on top of his, guiding him to squeeze your tits which made you both moan at each other’s mouth. He disconnects your lips together, making you whine in protest before it is replaced by a hum of satisfaction as he latches his mouth on your neck to find your sensitive spot. As soon as a light moan was replied, he licked a stripe on your sensitive spot and bite down hard, sucking to ease the pain, but the pain only brought additional pleasure as his hands has now reached to lift the ends of your slip satin dress, caressing your inner thighs softly.
“You feel so good. Been dreamin’ of you, baby,” Alex presses his mouth hotly at your ears, nipping at your earlobe.
One hand moving up to play with the material of your already soaked panties. Every moan and words that pours out of his lips seems like he was not aware he is saying them and that drives you even more wild.
You decided you need to taste him and have him fill your mouth completely. You push his chest just enough to stand once more at full height, knees wobbling at the impact of your feet on the ground. Alex’s eyes open in confusion, worry soon overtaking his features and he is ready to ask you if he did something wrong but he is silenced when you slowly bring yourself on your knees, never breaking eye contact.
This is what Alex’s dreams are made of.
Two shaking hands with excitement start to unbuckle his thick belt when Alex stops the actions of your fingers.
“One sec.”
He turns around and hurriedly leaps across the room to retrieve something. As soon as he makes his way back to you, you can see that he is now holding a pillow to which he offers to you. Without a word, he bent down and tapped your leg to make you kneel on the pillow he brought instead of kneeling on the cold tiled floor.
What a gentleman.
You continued your actions, hearing him swallow loudly and clear his throat. You could see the outline of his cock pressing painfully on his blue jeans, and you finally decide to relieve him of the rough material and bring his jeans down to his feet. There is a small patch of wetness that has stained his white cotton boxers. You bring your palms to rub his thighs through the cotton material, his cock twitching inside, and looking up to meet his eyes.
Alex swears he could come right there and then at the sight of you. On your knees and looking up innocently at him, your warm mouth centimetres away from his aching cock. He watches as you carefully hold the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down slowly to his ankles. His cock sprang up freely, your eyes widening at his length which could be the thickest you have seen and will ever have. Alex’s cock is standing proudly and grazing your cheeks, the red tip is leaking precum, and the veins around his shaft are angrily carved along his member.
You have no time to think how it would fit on your mouth, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to give him soft kitten licks to start. Alex shivers at the sensation, hands bunched on his side as he does not know what to do with them. He swallows a moan as your warm mouth envelopes just his tip, tongue swirling to clean off the precum that oozed manically at your actions. You look up to see Alex’s eyes closed tightly, concentrating with all his being not to thrust up and let you take all of him down your throat and make you swallow all of his release without a drop being wasted.
“God, please,” he moans out loud, thighs shaking as you take another inch of him in your mouth.
He is really big, you thought. There is no way you would be able to take all of him all at once without easing it on your throat inch by inch. You could feel how Alex is holding himself back, but you want him to lose his composure and let him take control.
You pull back, his cock hitting your face in the process. Alex’s eyes opened in worry, eyes blinking innocently. He watches as you spit on his cock, the string of saliva from your lips connecting to his swollen red tip, and he could not hold himself back as he needs something to hold on to. One hand unclenches to rest at the back of your head, slightly taking a fistful of your hair with a loud gasp when your hand starts to pump his cock up and down, spreading your saliva all over him as lube, before bringing your mouth back on him and sucking him wetly.
“Just take all that you can, baby. I promise, you feel so fucking good already,” Alex whimpers when he feels you gag a bit when you try to take more of him. He gathers your hair into a ponytail, slowly guiding your head up and down.
But you want to give him the best head he will ever have in his life. You suck in a deep breathe through your nose as you try to open and relax more of your throat, one hand twisting the part of his cock that you cannot fit on your mouth, the other went to massage his balls as you determinedly bob your head faster and deeper, tongue massaging every ridge of his cock and trying not your teeth graze him. You moan at the fullness, sending vibrations to add to the sensations of pleasure coursing through Alex’s body.
And Alex is a goner. His senses had been heightened, trying to control the involuntary jerk of his hips that made his cock plunge deeper on your throat and gagging as his swollen tip kissed the back of your throat. His grip on your hair has tightened, knees buckling and he could feel the pleasure even at the tip of his feet, bringing him closer to a powerful orgasm.
That is when he finally pulled you off from his cock, a gasp tore from the back of his throat as he try to manage not coming down your throat because he wants to be able to fuck you and have you come on his cock before he can finally reach his own.
“So close. So so close, love,” Alex exhales shakily, fluttering his eyes open to look at you from your kneeling position.
You stayed where you are, giving him a pout because you want more. Alex’s eyes burn into you, wide pupils completely swallowing his brown irises and his self control diminishing inch by inch per second.
“You want to be a good girl, huh?” He muses, a palm coming down wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth. He places his thumb on your lips, slowly parting it and making you suck at his thumb which you took obediently whilst nodding fervently at his question.
“You want to be my good girl?”
All you could do is moan as a response, sucking and licking at the entirety of his thumb while trying to look up at him.
“What will your boyfriend say when he sees you like this and I have not fucked you yet?” He says with mock patronisation, clicking his tongue as he ‘tsk’ in amusement.
The mention of your boyfriend did not dampen your mood this time, but had the opposite effect only. God, you wish he could see how Alex treats you right now, already fucked and both of you are only just starting.
There is a silent communication between the two of you, and he knows what you are wanting him to do.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
And you did what Alex commanded.
You open your mouth once more, tongue out as you gaze up at him expectantly. His eyes darkened, fist tightening around your hair as he guided you to take his cock once more, pushing your head down roughly to take all of him down your throat.
You let him use your mouth, let him let go of the softness and control and finally act on his desire. He starts to fuck your warm mouth, your nose hitting his soft tummy at every rough push of his hand on your head.
You gag every time his cock slides on your throat, but you hold it back. It burns, but you concentrate on being good for him and let him enjoy as his tip nudges the back of your throat over and over and rougher and rougher at each thrusts he delivers.
“I bet all you want to be is to be someone’s good girl and to put you in your place, baby, that’s why you misbehave around the campus,” Alex breathily moans in ecstasy, making you whimper in agreement.
Alex lets out an animalistic groan at the feeling of your throat gagging and squeezing his hard cock, the warm and wetness adding sensation to the pleasure that heightens his senses.
“Need someone to fuck your smart mouth to shut you up, yeah?” He adds, his hips twitching as he drives on your mouth forward, still being careful and attentive of your reaction.
Tears falling freely down your face and saliva out of your lips. You focus on breathing through your nose that is also being tickled by his happy trail, but choking once in a while at the intensity of his roughness.
And oh, the sweet sounds he is making right now. You could not open your eyes, but God, what beautiful sounds he makes as he produces wrecked moans that get louder and louder every time.
And Alex finally pulls you off.
With hands still behind your back, coughing as you try to regain your breath. The fresh air suddenly feels good on your lungs, inhaling through your mouth. You feel his hands on your jaw, rubbing it soothingly as it must have ached greatly.
You could feel the concern flowing in his body and you just looked up at him implicitly telling him through your stare that you are okay while still coughing and trying to catch your breath.
When you look up, Alex swears this is the image he wants to be burned at the back of his eyelids that every time he will close his eyes, this is what he will see.
Your messy hair falling all over your face, some strands sticking as sweat beads have formed on your forehead. Your eyeliner has smeared lightly, pupils wide blown with lust as you look at him submissively. Streaks of tears staining your cheeks, natural blush coating the apples of them. Red lips are incredibly swollen, your lip gloss has been smeared all around your mouth and some even coating his dick.
You look so incredibly beautifully fucked out right now.
Alex looks at you in awe. The way you look at him makes him feel that you will let him do anything to you and you would follow it without complaint.
And you probably will.
Alex reaches out to wipe the tears away, rubbing your cheeks in fascination that he was the one to put you in this state.
“Get up, peach,” Alex commanded softly, bending down to hold your arms.
He helps you, knees buckling from kneeling for too long and thank God it did not hurt as it would have been if you kneeled without the pillow.
“Are you okay?” He asks in concern, scanning your face for every reaction.
You blink at him multiple times, seriously wondering why he is not your boyfriend instead.
“Fuck yes,” you reply, voice cracking at then. “Fuck me, Turner.”
Without a word, Alex spins you around, eliciting a shocked gasp from you. Your head becomes dizzy from the events, the lust and want badly brewing inside your stomach.
He wraps your hair around his hand, twisting it and pulling you to stand up straight and lean back on his taut body. You could feel his hard cock pressing and wetting your satin dress, surely leaving his precum to stain it and another way of marking you as his.
“Look at us in the mirror.”
You whimper, staring at him through the reflection of the mirror before pushing you gently down to bend for him. Arms pulled in a plank position, your coat softening the hardness of the table.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He genuinely asks, and your heart flutters.
“Alex, I swear to God if I don’t want you at all, I won’t let you fuck my mouth just like you did seconds ago,” you hiss, pushing back your arse in the air for him.
He chuckles at your eagerness, momentarily bending down to retrieve a packet of condom at the back pocket of his jeans.
He lifts your dress up to your waist, one finger hooking on your lace panties down to your knees. You watch him through the mirror, his face with a look of full amazement, as he collects your wetness and spreads it on your hole, finally touching you where you need him the most for the first time tonight.
A moan of satisfaction rings through his ears. You push your arse more to chase his fingers, and he gives it to you. Two fingers easily sliding in with how your wetness slicked his hand, stretching you to an unfamiliar degree with how long and rough of callouses his fingers are. Pumping it slowly, coaxing every natural wetness to gush out your pussy that you could feel it obscenely drip down your thighs and hear the slick sound at every pump of Alex’s fingers. You sob his name in ecstasy and his name only, clutching your coat as he enters his third finger to scissor you open, crying out loud to the unfamiliar pressure as you have not had something this big to stretch you.
Not even your boyfriend has ever felt like this and this was just his fingers.
He expertly rubs your soft walls, searching for that spongy spot and with just the right twist of his hand, he has you shaking at the table and squirting out wetness all over his palm.
“You need to fuck me now, Al, I’m begging you,” you cry out pathetically.
“Look at me, baby,” he coos, pulling at your hair just enough to lift your head up from the wooden table and connect your stares at the mirror.
You can feel the tip of his cock slowly entering you. As it stretches you out, you could not help but silently open your mouth as you at the pressure whilst trying to hold your stare with Alex in the mirror with his hand wrapped still around your hair and tugging it upwards at his free will, him making you feel every vein and structure of him inside your walls.
“Eyes on us, peach.”
He is not just thrusting his cock inside of you, he is making you memorise everything and making you feel every inch of him and carve your walls to remember to fit his cock and his cock only.
God, dominance with a hint of shyness looks good on him.
And he was the one to break eye contact.
Alex could not help but close his eyes as he held your hips and rails you that got the table moving and sliding forwards, and it made you slightly scared the legs of the wooden table would give out. He rocks his hips roughly that got you moaning like a mess. He bent down on your level, kissing your neck softly. He keeps on giving sweet little kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, as if to compensate over the growing harsh thrusts his hips deliver on you.
Every moan of pleasure of Alex is drowned by your shaky cries which is thankfully masked by the loud speakers of the club, blasting some random song.
Dirty words are whispered in your ear, each encouragement brings you to your much awaited release.
“Fuck, so fucking tight. Hasn’t your boyfriend fucking you good?”
“Yes, just like that. You’re my good girl, yeah? Mine, yeah?”
“You look so pretty, baby.”
“God, this cock is only made for your cunt. You feel me, baby?”
“I’m not gonna last long, Al,” you choke out, trying with all your might not to orgasm right there and then.
Alex reaches one hand down to rub your clit as he continues to drive his hips and nail you completely down the table, his balls slapping loudly on your arse cheeks. Your fingernails try to scratch the wooden table, clutching on it for dear life, and gasping for air as the electricity of pleasure courses through your veins.
“Are you gonna come on my cock like the good girl that you are?” Alex nips at your earlobe, massaging your scalp as he pushes your head down the table and makes you take everything he gives you.
You nod your head eagerly, clenching around his cock as an affirmative response. A surprised whimper tears at the back of your throat when a spank was delivered on your left arse cheek, and that is what it takes for you to finally release all over his cock that is still fucking you as you ride the last bits of your orgasm and him chase his own.
Alex looks at your reflection in the mirror, whining at how dirty the scene unfolds right before his eyes. He has been dreaming of this—but nothing has ever prepared him for the real deal.
“Yes, attagirl, coming so good for me,” Alex murmurs, biting his lip as his own orgasm hits him hard.
Alex’s eyes roll hard at the back of his head as he lets himself lose control once again and feel everything all at once. His thrusts staggered, plunging his cock deep inside of you and he could hear the dirty wet sound of your cum squelching as he drove into you one last time and finally coming on the rubber latex, burying his cock so deep he could actually feel you raw and without the protection.
You take all of him even after your orgasm, shaking at the sensitivity. You try to give him praises, and sweet words to urge him on his sweet release. Your legs are ready to give out, but you continue to push your arse back to meet his thrust and you could feel the way he snapped his hips, the animalistic growl that came out from Alex’s mouth, and the feel of his warm release on the condom that he has finally reached his end.
You both lay bent together at the table, his upper body pressing you down the table, making you not able to move at all. The aftershocks of orgasm soon kicking in, with you still shaking and Alex’s muscles twitching every now and then, both completely spent.
After a while, he pulls out carefully and two fingers dip to collect some of your orgasm, making you reluctantly open your eyes, and through the mirror, you witness as Alex brings it on his lips, closes his eyes and moans at the taste of you.
“God, you are filthy, Turner,” you croak out a laugh, him now tying the condom to a knot and sets it beside you.
Alex chuckled, both of you not moving—him still standing and you still bent on the poor wooden table.
He proceeds to rub your hips soothingly and tries to massage your lower back that earns a hum of satisfaction, making you sleepy at his actions.
After a few beats of comfortable silence, Alex swallows thickly before opening his lips.
“Was that good?” He asks shyly, red blush covering his cheeks.
You did not get to answer and tease him, when the door unexpectedly swings open. Alex’s bandmates stopped on their track at the door, eyes widening in shock at the sight in front of them.
You are unbothered, the opposite actually. There is an amused and smug smile that starts to form on your lips, not moving at all and staying bent over the table. From their angle, they are not seeing anything naked body part of yours, but only your ‘just got fucked’ face and your position of being bent on the table.
On the other hand, Alex is behind you with his jeans and boxers around his ankles, his softening dick still out for everyone to see, especially his bandmates who are in front of him.
“Get out!” Alex screeches, stumbling backwards as he tries to get a hold of his pants and pull it upwards to cover his legs and dick, but not before pulling your dress down as if they would see what is on the other side of the table.
The three lads remained immobile and frozen, still speechless that it made you laugh out loud, but still not moving. Their eyes flickered at you after hearing your laughter.
You just gave them a wink, their faces going red and looking away at you instantly.
“GET OUT!” Alex practically screams, his voice booming in the room and that made his three mates hurriedly stumble out and shut the door.
You once again let out a hearty laugh, finally standing up. Stretching your back and your arms and finally turning around to meet his eyes once again.
“Sorry about them,” Alex says sheepishly, a hand rubbing the nape of his neck.
You scrunch your nose in amusement. “Sorry that they see how you fucked me good? Nah, let them see and spread the word around.”
Alex seemingly returning back to how he acts around you before you two have fucked, not being able to hold an eye contact with you.
“You had your fingers and cock deep inside me already and shoved your cock down my mouth, don't tell me you’ll still act nervous and shy around me,” You could not help but tease him, deepening the blush that formed in his face.
Alex finally looks at you, his brown irises returning back.
“Do you want to…” he shrugs and trails off his sentence, unsure of where you two stood after just having mindblowing sex.
“A round two at your place?” You continue in a joking manner, but not kidding at all.
His eyes widened like a cute baby deer, still not used to this kind of interaction with you.
“Well yeah, but I was gonna ask if you want to grab dinner or a date, you know if you’re not with your boyfriend anymore?” Alex stutters out, looking at you with those big brown doe eyes.
See? What a gentleman.
“Yep I’d love that. Dinner at your place? Wait for the take out delivery while we do round two?” You lightly joke but he is already nodding his head. You chuckle at his enthusiasm.
“Come on, let me treat you better and properly.”
You roll your eyes playfully as he helps you put on your coat, fixing your hair as if he did not use it as a leash minutes ago.
“Good that you’re taking me back to your place because there’s one rumour I need to fact check.”
Alex stops for a second, giving you a curious look.
“And what would that be?”
A smirk painted your swollen lips.
“I know already you fuck good, but they say you fuck good in bed. Since this is a table, I’d need to test it on a bed.”
Alex breathes out a chuckle, shyly shaking his head. He looks at you, eyes glinting with mischief.
“Oh baby, I’d show you everything.”
This is certainly a different writing style/approach from what I usually do. Writing in this way makes me giggle like a teenage girl like I am actually witnessing these scenes unfold before my eyes.
This might be my last piece in a while (for this month) as I would be starting a new school year! I have looots that I have planned to write and for sure, I would still be writing, but slowly and with shorter time as uni keeps me super busy and exhausted (not even started and I cannot wait for Christmas holidays already).
I’m curious to anyone who reads this or just in general in Tumblr: are you still in school or now working? How do you manage your time?
If you have something to say or ask or request— just reach out, please! 🤎
gorgeous work, as always. i love anything with shy fetus, but especially yours. the way you write and the words you use will never fail to amaze me
his slutty waist!! i need to know what he was doing back then for a waist that small. and an ass like a landmark
"He is sweating more than usual, more than he would after the first round of sex." favourite. i hate him so much. something about him being sweaty in any capacity even if it is mildly disgusting, i dont know, but i absolutely love it
i have a very big pop guilty pleasure. i LOVE olivia rodrigo, and im obsessed with sour
"“I know I can fuck you better than that dickhead,” Alex seriously replies, nodding once for more effect." second favourite. loovvee him. love this
beautiful story. adored the ending. excited for whatever you write and post next, i know itll be incredible. mwah x
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