nearing the brink
word count: 1.6k
warnings: smut, sub!al, piv
from my other account, not stolen!
Alex has been busy recording Arctic Monkeys’ upcoming second album: Favourite Worst Nightmare. This has caused a rift between the two of you. But today is different, he’s affectionate and not sleepy. It’s not unwelcome at all, just unusual considering the recent circumstances.
“Mmngh”
He grumbles sleepily.
“My gorgeous giiiirl,”
He gives your midriff a little squeeze.
“We’re going out today and you can’t stop me”
”M’kay…”
You giggle and he grins in response, seeing you give in to his demand without any fuss. He tilts his head upwards from your chest to give your cheek a kiss and he moves his hand from your waist to your stomach, swirling his finger around in a spiral for his own entertainment. He used to not be allowed to do that but as your relationship progressed, you slowly let him touch you wherever he wanted.
“Ya know what I was thinkin’, love?”
He asks, his big, dark brown doe eyes looking oddly dreamy in this lighting.
“What?”
You enquire, curious.
He scoots impossibly closer to you and drapes a long leg over yours, keeping it still. He continues his movement on your stomach simultaneously.
“I’ve been neglecting you… in a way… I shouldn’t have been; it’s rude of me”
You furrow your brows. How? How would he be neglecting you? He’s just been recording in the studio
“No?”
He looks up at you with a ‘Yes I have. Stop putting me on a pedestal’ look on his face.
“I have”
He rubs the inside of your thigh. Now you get what he’s hinting at
“Is that so?”
You question with a sultry tone in your voice, trailing a finger down through the ditch between his peck muscles.
He shivers, his muscles flexing lightly under the delicacy of your touch. His eyes flutter shut and his lips part, breathing through gritted teeth as you tease his sensitive skin. He’s liking where this is going. Once calm, he opens his eyes to meet yours.
His hand that is making little swirls on your stomach pauses its movement, slowly travelling upwards to the underside of your (unfortunately) bra-clad breast.
He leans closer, so his lips are just hovering over your ear. His warm breath fans over your neck, giving you goosebumps
He lightly kisses at your earlobe before his lips find the sensitive pulse point on your neck. He leaves a trail of soft kisses along your neck, pausing briefly against your skin to speak.
“Have I ever told you how obsessed I am with your gorgeous body? Perfect figure, perfect hair, perfect tits. So bloody beautiful...”
He continues his sloppy assault on your neck, his hand cupping your breast like it’s a newborn baby. He’s always done that and you’ve always sniggered at it, thinking it’s stupid.
Your breath wavers for a moment as he gives your flesh a tiny nip. He’s a cheeky little shit.
“You liked that… I know you did… so there’s no point in denying it…”
He punctuates his sentence with more kisses. Each one going upwards diagonally, aiming for your mouth like darts at a target.
You simply curl the corners of your mouth into a weak smile. He’ll tease if you give a smartass comment.
He kisses your mouth with recently discovered confidence. He’s never been too confident with his kisses, only when he’s eager, which he is now.
He gets a bit more into it and lets a few moans slip from his mouth amongst sloppy lip smacks. You move to straddle his waist and he bucks his hips up, already seeking friction and he’s not even hard yet.
You lean down to his neck and press a hot, breathy kiss to his throat, your thumb brushing against his Adam’s Apple as the rest of your fingers wrap around his neck.
He whimpers pathetically.
“A bit more please, baby…?”
He asks shamelessly, not even caring how subby he sounds — and you love it, doing exactly what he wants.
“Thank you…”
He moans out in a strained manner, turning his neck a bit more so you can mark him. He doesn’t leave the house much aside from touring so he’ll let you mark him all you want.
You keep kissing his pale flesh, leaving bright red blotches on his sensitive skin, causing him to curse in pleasure.
You feel a twitch underneath your pyjama-clad cunt. He’s so weak that he’s hard already.
“Such a dirty boy”
You snarl at him, cupping his bulge with your palm and rubbing over it.
“You make me dirty”
He states bluntly, his hands cupping your hips, the swell of them makes him want to sink his teeth into them like how a crazy vegan would describe eating a tomato.
You roll your hips against that aching bulge and he groans.
“Please”
“Please what?”
Teasing him might just be one of your favourite things to do on earth.
“Touch me?”
“And why should I?”
You know what’s coming as soon as you look at those delicious, brown doe eyes.
“I’ll be a good boy”
You called it! You knew he’d do it.
“Whose good boy?”
He gulps after you question him.
“Yours preferably”
You giggle. He’s such a silly boy. Just to annoy him, you roll your hips over his bulge once more.
“Fine. You beg next time though”
You chastise him gently, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his painfully tight boxers and pulling them down his thighs.
His dick springs free, hard and needy, glistening at the tip from sheer desire. He shudders from the feeling of cold air against his bare skin.
You immediately grab his shaft, spreading his precum around the sensitive head with your thumb.
He gasps through gritted teeth as you touch his most sensitive parts.
“Ngh- god”
You begin stroking him and the noises fleeing out of that pretty mouth are borderline pornographic.
You speed up your pace and he has to pry your hand off of him to stop him from cumming.
“Please, please…”
“Stop saying please and tell me what it is”
He nods stupidly, eyes wide in awe of you.
“Proper sex please?”
You can already feel your wetness soaking through your underwear before you discard of them and toss them on the floor.
He giggles in anticipation and you kiss his forehead after sliding onto his shaft, a soft ‘fuuuuck’ erupting from your mouth.
You take a moment to adjust to his size, instantly bouncing up and down on his cock.
He groans silently, you can only tell because you can physically feel the vibration due to your hand being flat against his chest.
“Okay, baby?”
You ask, stopping and leaning down to kiss his forehead. The only thing he can do is groan in response, nodding frantically.
Once you have the confirmation, you begin to move again, bouncing up and down on his cock and spreading your slickness all over it. He tips his head back against the headboard and whimpers, hands gliding up and down your body before deciding to let them claw at your back, leaving little nail marks in the firmer skin.
Alex isn’t someone who lasts very long, so he’s trying his absolute best to resist the urge to spill inside of you.
You keep bouncing until your thighs start to ache, and and idea pops into your head
“C’mon, babe. You try. My thighs are aching”
The whine that Alex lets out makes you want to burst out laughing and cum at the same time.
“Be a good pup for me”
His eyes shoot up and he immediately pulls out, flipping you over and thrusting into you with him on top. You moan quietly, holding back with the noises to make sure you don’t miss any of his.
He thrusts into you slowly but deeply at first, speeding up soon after. Amongst the pleasure, you make sure to kiss his shoulders, lips, and cheeks, rub his back and whisper how much of a good boy he’s being.
You bite his puffy lower lip, palms dragging over the milky planes of his back and chest.
You feel him smile against your mouth, thrusting harder and moaning loudly.
“No- no- no-”
He moans, babbling mindlessly as he gets closer and closer; you feel yourself slipping further into bliss.
“Please, Al. Be a good boy”
You request, to which he responds with more thrusts, cumming loudly and coating your walls with release
“Ohmyfuck-! M’cumming! M’cumming! M’cumming!”
He whimpers.You have to resist the urge to laugh until you feel yourself clenching around him, breath trembling subtly as pleasure rips through you.
“Fuck!”
You gasp softly, rutting your hips forward as you come down from the high. With careful precision, you roll the two of you over so you’re straddling him, lift yourself off of Alex’s thighs, and roll down to lay beside him.
“Thank you”
Alex rasps, panting like a dehydrated dog. You simply lay your head on his chest and give his collarbone a little kiss while he continues to tremble in the afterglow. He takes the condom off with tremors riddling his body and then leans into your shoulder sleepily.
“Love you”
He murmurs, leaning up to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose.
“Love you too, Al”
You reply softly, fingers sitting in the silky tufts of his hair.