You’re younger, yeah—but nineteen to his twenty-four isn't scandalous. Still, you’ve got this softness to you, that bright-eyed energy that hasn’t been dulled yet. You steal his hoodie, kick your legs like you don’t even know you’re teasing him, and trust him with that easy smile that makes something primal curl low in his stomach.
You’re sitting on his bed, chattering about something—completely unaware of the effect you’re having. Legs swinging. Skirt riding up. His hoodie slipping off one bare shoulder.
Alex can barely focus on your words. Not when his whole body is thrumming with the need to touch you. To ruin you for anyone else.
He resists. For a second.
Then he crosses the room and cups your face in both hands, tilting your chin up until you’re looking right at him.
Your voice falters. Your eyes go wide.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you, baby?” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Walking around my place like this… looking at me like you *trust* me.”
Your breath hitches. You shake your head, small and unsure.
He huffs a broken laugh, rough and fond and a little fucked.
“You shouldn’t.”
Then he kisses you—slow and deep and messy, like he’s been starving for you. His hands slide down, thumbs brushing your throat. He’s not gripping, just reminding you how much bigger he is. How much he could do.
And how much he won’t. Unless you ask.
You whimper, hips shifting against him. He feels it—feels *everything*—and it makes him groan against your mouth.
“You want me to take care of you, sweet girl?” he breathes. “Show you what it’s like when someone actually gives a fuck about your pleasure?”
You nod, trembling in his lap. A little dazed. A little desperate.
He groans, dragging you off the bed and settling you on top of him, straddling his thighs.
“Good girl,” he mutters, hands slipping under the hoodie. “Let’s make you feel real good, yeah?”
He peels the hoodie off you and tosses it aside, revealing delicate scraps of lace and bare skin that damn near knock the air out of his lungs. His hands settle on your hips, fingers pressing into soft skin.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick. “So fucking pretty. So soft.”
He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “You ever been touched like this before?”
You shake your head. Barely. Eyes wide, needy.
He groans, grinding you down against the hard line of him beneath his jeans. You gasp, your breath catching at the contact.
“That’s okay, baby,” he says, breath hot on your neck. “I’ll show you everything.”
His mouth traces along your jaw, down your throat, dragging lazy kisses across every inch of skin he can reach. You make the softest noises, and it wrecks him.
When he hooks a finger into your panties and tugs them to the side, you’re already soaked. He swears, deep and quiet, like it hurts.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, breath ragged. “So wet just from being close to me?”
You nod helplessly, hips rocking into his touch. He chuckles, the sound sinful.
“Bet you’ll cum just from this,” he mutters, grinding you against the bulge in his jeans. “So sensitive. So eager.”
You whine, nails digging into his shoulders.
He frees himself, cock hard and leaking against his stomach, and your eyes widen at the sight.
“You can take it,” he murmurs, catching your chin between his fingers. “I’ll make it fit, baby. I promise.”
He lines himself up and guides you down—slow, careful. The stretch makes you gasp, makes your whole body tremble.
He stops halfway, letting you adjust. Kisses your cheek. “You okay?”
You nod, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Feels so—so good.”
“Good girl,” he growls, hands firm on your hips. “Doing so fucking good for me.”
He sinks the rest of the way in and you cry out, overwhelmed. He’s so deep, so thick—it’s almost too much.
But you don’t want him to stop.
He holds you there, buried to the hilt, forehead resting against your shoulder. Breathing hard. Shaking a little with restraint.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers. “Taking all of me like you were made for it.”
You start to move—instinctive, desperate little circles of your hips—and he groans, helping you find the rhythm that feels good.
“That’s it,” he says, voice low. “Use me. Take what you need.”
You ride him slow, dragging him deeper and deeper with every shift of your body. He watches you fall apart, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, whispering his name like it’s a prayer.
“You’re mine now,” he murmurs. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to hear you break for them.”
When you cum, it crashes over you like a wave—your whole body locking up, clenching around him so tight he chokes out a moan and fucks up into you, fast and frantic and *desperate* for relief.
He cums with a broken groan, buried deep, clutching you to his chest like he’ll die if he lets go.
And when it’s over, you collapse against him, boneless and trembling.
He holds you close, presses kisses to your temple, and whispers, “So proud of you, baby. So fuckin’ good for me.”
warnings: tis pure smut, but it’s lowkey sweet lovin
haiiii :3
it’s been a while my lovelies
this was just something i was inspired by a show i was watching and well yerp, sorry if its too short!!!
i hope u guys enjoy <3
you sat in the corner of your home, the smell of fresh laundry and sweet candles wafting through the air. you picked at your fingernails, lost in thought.
you and alexis were very close friends. it was weird, to be honest, mostly due to the indifference to your personalities. you had always been the shy one, the brainiac, the one with the dark humor that only a few really got. your long, dark hair fell soflty around your face, framing your deep brown eyes that often held a glint of mischief when you felt comfortable enough to let it show. alexis, on the other hand, was the charming, flirty type that could make anyone laugh, yet he had this underlying seriousness that only you saw. he was outgoing, confident, and everything you wished you were. here’s what had you so lost in thought; you were in love with him. you didn’t know when or even how but it just clicked in your brain on a random sunday afternoon that you really wanted him in a romantic way.
suddenly, alexis strutted into your home, as if he lived there, too. his dark hair, tied back in a loose ponytail, only accentuated the sharp angles of his face and the smoldering intensity of his eyes
spotting you, he walked over with a smile that could brighten even the darkest of days
“what are you doing here all by your lonesome?" he teased, sliding into the chair opposite of you
“oh hush, i literally texted you to come over"
your voice small but full of sarcasm paired with a sassy, playful eyeroll. you slid a book across the table beside the two of you, one of your romance novels with a particularly steamy cover
“I needed a break from life and i also wanted an excuse to see you, of course."
alex picked up the book, his eyes scanning the title before bursting into laughter
"still reading these, y/n?" he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval, "for someone who advocates for sex with deeper meaning, you sure do like to read juicy smut"
“hey, a girl can dream. plus, it’s my alternative to watching porn" you murmured, taking a sip of your water to avoid his gaze. the truth was, the books were an escape for you, a way to experience the passion you hadn't yet felt in real life. alexis had no idea that you had never been with anyone, that you had saved yourself for someone you trusted implicitly
alexis set the book down, his laughter dying down to a gentle smile. he reached out and placed his hand on hers, giving it a comforting squeeze
"you know, y/n, you don't have to read about it. it's okay to let your guard down once in a while and explore those feelings with someone you care about” his voice was softer than you had ever heard it, and you felt the weight of his words in the air around them
you took a deep breath, your heart racing. this was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had built up in your mind a thousand times. you looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of judgment or teasing, but all you found was genuine concern and warmth
"i know," you said quietly, "but i've never felt ready before"
“are you saying that you’re still… a virgin?” alex asked almost incredulously
“you say it like it’s the worst thing in the world” you yelped, your face creeping with redness from the embarrassing topic at hand
“no! no, it’s not a bad thing. i know you don’t want to give that part of yourself up for just anyone. i just thought you were being careful, never did i imagine that you were still a pure little lady” he joked lightly with all the best intentions
“yeah, well, i guess i brought this up because i have been feeling ready as of lately” you murmured, leaning forward to alex
alexis leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached for your hand to hold
"ready for what?" he asked dumbly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand
you swallowed hard, your gaze dropping to your joined hands
"ready for...for someone to take my virginity," you said, the words tumbling out in a rush. you felt your heart thumping in your chest like a drum, echoing in your ears
alexis' smile faded, his expression turning serious. he didn't pull his hand away, instead, he squeezed yours tighter
"y/n," he said, his voice a soft whisper, "are you really sure? i mean, who even is the guy?"
you nodded, looking up at him with a mix of hope and fear
"yes," you paused, "but is it crazy for me to admit that… i haven’t felt the need to look for the right guy because i just needed to take a look at what’s right in front of me"
his eyes searched yours, the weight of your confession palpable between the two of you. he had always had feelings for you, but he had never pushed the issue, not wanting to risk your friendship
“y/n" he began, his voice thick with emotion, "you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?"
"i know, alex, that's why i've been thinking about it, and... i want it to be with you. but i also really dont want you to feel obligated to do this. what im trying to say is that i dont want you because its convenient for me… ive really thought it over and i … i love you, alexis"
he stared at you in awe, the air thick with unspoken emotion. he had known you since you were kids, watched you grow from a shy, bookish girl into a beautiful, intelligent woman. your confession didn't just take him by surprise, it also stirred something deep within him. he had never seen you so vulnerable, so open. his chest tightened as he felt the gravity of your words
"y/n i've loved you for so long. i've been waiting for the right moment to tell you” he said in one go, almost too fast to understand
“what?" you asked, voice trembling
alexis leaned in closer, his hand still holding yours firmly
“you heard me, y/n. i love you, and if you want it to be me, i would be honored," he said, his voice earnest
"are you sure, alex?" you whispered, your heart racing
"i am more than sure, y/n. you're my best friend, and i want to be the one to make your first time special"
you eyes searched his, looking for any hint of hesitation. as if reading your mind, alexis leaned in, closing the gap between you, and kissed your lips. it was soft, tentative, but filled with all the emotion that had been building inside you for so long. alexis responded, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. the kiss grew deeper, your hearts beating in sync
you pulled away, breathless, your faces flushed. your eyes sparkled with excitement and a touch of apprehension
"is now, um… appropriate?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper
“if you're sure, y/n. i want this to be perfect for you”
you nodded, your heart racing faster than ever before. alex stood up, offering his hand to help you up from the chair. he led you to your room, the soft glow of the evening sun setting the mood. the walls were lined with books and the faint scent of your favorite vanilla candles filled the air. it was your sanctuary, and now it would be the place you’d share your first intimate experience with the person you trusted most
“are you okay?" he asked, his voice steady
“i'm more than okay," you whispered, your eyes shining with excitement
alex pulled you into a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you. you melted into him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest
you stood there for a moment, savoring the feeling of your bodies pressed together. then, gently, alex began to undress you. his hands moved with care and reverence over your clothes. each item that fell away revealed a new part of you that he had never seen before. you felt a mix of nerves and exhilaration, but mostly, you felt safe
"i’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful person in the world y/n” he murmured, his eyes taking in every inch of you
you blushed, self-consciousness trying to creep in, but his gaze was so genuine, so filled with adoration, that you couldn't help but believe him. he helped you onto the bed and you watched as he undressed as well, revealing the strong, muscular body you had often admired from afar
you laid side by side, your eyes locked as you touched each other for the first time in a way that was more than friendship. his hands were gentle, exploring your curves with a tenderness that made you shiver. your hands were less sure but alex guided you, showing you how to touch him in a way that made you both feel good. his skin was warm and smooth under your fingertips and you marveled at the sensation
"you're okay, we go at your pace, yeah?" his breath hot against your neck
you nodded and soon felt his hand trace the line of your jaw and then move down to cup your face. he leaned in and kissed you again, slower this time, as if savoring every second. his lips were soft and firm as his tongue delved gently into your mouth, coaxing you to respond. you felt a warmth you’d never felt before spread through your body as he kissed you with a gentle passion that seemed to consume you both
"you're sure?" he whispered against your skin as his hand moved to unbutton your bra
"i’m positive" you replied, voice breathless with anticipation
alex took his time, his nimble fingers working the clasp of your bra with the such care. he slid the fabric away, revealing your full breasts to his gaze. you felt exposed yet protected, as his eyes took in your newfound vulnerability with nothing but adoration. he leaned down, his mouth finding your nipple, and you gasped as his soft lips sent electric jolts through your body. your hands gently found the back of his head, urging him closer
"does that feel good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through you
you nodded, unable to find the words to describe the sensations he was eliciting from your body. you felt like a new person but you were now alive with sensations that had been lying dormant. alexis' touch was like a master key, unlocking door after door of pleasure you had only ever read about in your novels
he kissed his way down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. his hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve and dip with the tender touch of a sculptor
"you're perfect" he murmured and it made you feel so loved
your breath hitched as his mouth found your other breast. his tongue traced circles around the sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth. you felt your core tightening and your legs trembling ever so slightly. you were so lost in the sensation that you barely noticed when he slid your panties off, leaving you completely exposed
“you're everything to me, y/n" he said, his voice thick with need
he kissed his way down your stomach. your breath came in gasps as you felt his mouth move closer to your center. you had read about this moment in countless books, but the reality was so much more intense than you could have ever imagined
"alex" you breathed out, hands tightening in his hair
you felt a rush of heat between your legs and a strange, delicious ache that grew with every passing second. alexis looked up at you, a question in his eyes
"it's okay, i trust you" you managed, giving him a shaky nod
with that, he kissed you again. his mouth moved lower, his breath hot against your core. his tongue flicked out, teasing your sensitive folds before delving deeper. your body arched off the bed, a keening cry escaping your lips. it was nothing like the fumbling, tentative explorations of your own hand. this was something else entirely, a symphony of pleasure
"oh, alex," you moaned with your eyes squeezed shut and your fists tangled in the sheets
he took his time, savoring you taste. he explored every inch of you with a gentle thoroughness that left you trembling and slick with desire
“oh, fuck, you feel so good," you gasped, your hips rocking against his mouth as the tension grew
“you're so responsive, y/n" he said sweetly, "but we're not there yet… i want to make you feel good. i want you dripping wet and begging for me, okay? i want to make sure you’re ready" he kissed his way back up your body, his hand sliding between your legs to tease you further with his thumb brushing against your clit with expert precision
your eyes rolled back in your head as the pleasure grew, your body moving in time with his touch. you had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...right
"i-i am," you panted, voice shaky with need "please, lex"
alex took a deep breath, his own desire warring with his need to be gentle with you. he reached for his jeans, fumbling with his zipper as he slid them down. your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, his erection thick and angrily leaking between his legs. he saw the nerves in your eyes and leaned in to kiss you again, reassuring you with every stroke of his tongue
“look at me, y/n" he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, "i'm right here with you"
your eyes locked with his, the trust shining through. you felt him guide your hand to his cock, showing you how to stroke him with the same tenderness he had shown your body. his eyes fluttered closed, a hiss escaping his lips as your soft hands explored him
“that's it, sweetheart" he breathed, his voice hoarse, "you’re such a good girl for me"
your bodies moved together, a dance of touch and pleasure that was as old as time itself. alexis took his time, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, his fingers playing with your wet, throbbing folds. each stroke, each kiss was a promise of what was to come. you felt your walls crumbling, the fear you had held onto for so long slipping away as you gave yourself to him completely
you leaned into him, it was the first time you initiated a kiss with him and he was elated. your tongues tasted every inch of the other’s mouth as his fingers danced around your puckering hole and your hand worked his shaft. his thumb would press against your clit at the same time as yours was rubbing circles around his tip. your breaths intertwined as you swallowed down each pant and moan that left his mouth
"are you okay?" he asked after pulling away gently, his voice a panting mess
"more than okay," you whispered
“y/n, i need you to tell me if it’s too much or if you want to stop or even take a break”
“o-okay, but i don’t think i’ll ask you to stop anytime soon” you laughed lightly and alex positioned himself above you, coaxing your legs to bend at the knee and allow him more space
your breath hitched as he positioned himself between your legs. his eyes searched yours, seeking your full consent. you nodded, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves
"easy now" he murmured, his voice soothing as he guided himself to your entrance. you felt a twinge of pain as he pushed in, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of being filled, of being connected to him in a way she had never been with anyone else. his movements were slow and deliberate, giving your body time to adjust to his size. you bit your bottom lip, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself stretching around him
"look at me," he said, his voice a gentle command that you couldn't resist
you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, and the love and tenderness you saw there took your breath away. he slid in deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed within you. he held himself still for a moment, allowing you to get used to the feeling before he began to move again
"is it too much?" he asked, his voice laced with concern
"it’s just a bit of pain" you admitted through a shuddering breath, your eyes never leaving his
"we can stop if you want" he offered, his voice was so gentle you thought you might cry
you shook your head, a tear sliding down your cheek. "no, i want this," you said, “i want you" your arms wrapped around his back, hugging you tightly to him.
alex kissed your lips, a gentle kiss filled with so much love and passion. he began to move slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. you took a sharp intake of breath, but you never once asked him to stop. instead, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, your nails dug into his back as you encouraged him to go on
"god, you're so, so p-perfect" he panted, his voice strained with pleasure
"alex," you moaned, eyes fluttering open, "don't.. don’t stop"
he didn't, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that grew faster with each passing moment. the initial pain had given way to something else, something you couldn't quite put into words. it was as if every nerve in your body was on fire, each stroke of his cock sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. you could feel your orgasm building, something you hadn't been prepared for so quickly
"alex" you panted, her nails digging deeper into his back as you tried to get closer, to feel more of him. “i’m so c-close"
he groaned, his own pleasure building. "cum for me, y/n" he urged, his voice strained with the effort of holding back
"let me feel you cum around me, sweetheart" he said as he reached down to play with your swollen clit, simultaneously biting gently at the skin on your shoulder
your body responded to his touch, your muscles tightening around him as his movements continued
“alex… i—" you moaned desperately
“tell me, baby," he leaned in, his voice low and needy against your ear, "what do you feel?"
“i...i feel like i'm so so full, and it’s just intense" you panted, eyes beginning to well up at the tight sensations at your core
his eyes never left yours as he increased his pace slightly, his own breathing growing ragged
"that's it, you’re doing so good for me" he encouraged, his voice strained, "let go, y/n"
you felt the orgasm inside you break, crashing over you like a wave. you cried out, your body shuddering as alex continued to move. his own need was evident in every tense line of his body. you tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer as your climax washed through you. the feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced, a cataclysm of pleasure that left you trembling
"oh, alex," you gasped, eyes squeezed shut as you rode the crest of your orgasm
his name was a declaration of how much you needed him in this moment. his movements grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he felt you clench around him
"y/n" he whimpered, his own climax building. he could feel the tension in your body, the way you were holding onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you from floating away. his strokes grew deeper, more powerful, as he chased his own release. "i'm close" he warned, his voice low and desperate
you nodded, eyes still closed, lost in the aftermath of your own climax. you felt him tense, his muscles bunching beneath your hands, and you tightened your grip on him. "im here," you murmured a soft reassurance
alex’s eyes snapped open, meeting yours "look at me… i want to see you when I cum"
your eyes widened, but you didn't look away. you watched as his expression grew more intense, his eyes dark with passion. you felt him swell inside you, his cock pulsing with each stroke. and with a final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed filling you. the sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a warmth that seemed to spread through your entire body, a feeling of belonging that washed away any lingering doubt or fear.
"y/n" alexis whispered, his eyes still locked with yours, "i love you"
you felt her heart swell in her chest, your eyes filling with tears
"i love you too, alex," you managed to say between gasps for air. the intensity of your shared moment was almost too much to handle, but you didn't want it to end. you could feel his heart racing against your chest, and you held onto him tightly, legs still wrapped around his waist
alex remained still inside you for a few moments, his breathing gradually evening out before gently pulling out. he leaned down to kiss you again, his mouth lingering on yours, tasting the salt of your tears
“what is it? are you okay?" he asked, his voice still thick with emotion
"i’m sorry, just lots of emotions and… well, you were absolutely amazing" you murmured, a soft smile playing on your lips, you trailed off, at a loss for words to describe the intensity of the experience
"don’t apologize, i was only worried that i’d messed up. you were incredible y/n" he laughed, brushing the hair from your face with gentle fingertips before pressing a kiss to your forehead
you felt a blush heat your cheeks at his words, your body still trembling slightly with the aftershocks of your orgasm. you looked up at him, eyes filled with a mix of awe and love
“it was like... nothing I've ever felt before," you admitted, your voice a soft whisper, “i didn't know it could be like that"
"it's because we love each other, y/n, it makes everything so much more intense" he held your face, his eyes full of affection
"you’re right…. so, what now? should we go again?" you asked, chuckling to yourself but also, you wouldn’t mind trying a new position
"as much as i'd love to, y/n, we need to give your body a chance to recover," he said, his voice gentle, “but trust me, we'll have plenty of time to explore each other”
"i'm just so... i don't know, overwhelmed. you turn me on so much, i don’t see why i didnt get you into my bed sooner," you joked lightly, your cheeks still flushed with color
“well, better late than never but let's not rush things. we've got time" he laughed, his face full of affection and admiration
"yeah, I guess we do," you said, snuggling closer to him
you laid there for a moment, your bodies tangled together, basking in the afterglow of this shared experience. "you know, I always knew you were the one," you murmured, your voice barely audible
“always knew it, huh? what was it? my charming personality? my irresistible good looks?" he teased, grinning widely as he poked your side gently
"maybe both but mostly, it was just you. and how close we are and how much we understand one another" you admitted, swatting playfully at him
"and now i've got you, in every way" he said, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with his hand, admiring you
your smile grew, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their lovemaking
"yeah," you murmured, eyes shining with happiness, “you do"
basketball team!alex celebrating his win with cheerleader!you<33
you’re watching anxiously, your pom-pom’s at your side as you eagerly watch alex flit around the basketball court like it was nothing. their team had struggled, but they’d finally inched themselves into the lead—it was tense, and you knew alex was in his head as the coach called for a time-out.
he’s dripping sweat in his jersey, hair sticking to his forehead as he panted. water dribbled down his chin and traced the moles that littered his golden skin. he was exhausted, but damn, did he look good doing it.
you stand with your team and encourage the audience to cheer; your head whipping to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend on the court. he’s already looking at you with sparkling eyes and a big wide grin. you smirk and swivel your hips as you turn to sit down, a move alex appreciates gleefully with a quick thumbs-up.
you watch even closer as alex gets back on the court, his hair bouncing as he jogs back to his place. your boyfriend, on offense, dribbles the ball and effortlessly avoids colliding with the other players. he was beyond talented and you’re at the edge of your seat, watching and waiting as alex rushes to the end of the court with the ball in tow. he was so close! if he could just—!!
the stands erupt with cheers that blow your eardrums out, immediately the team rejoicing as alex tosses the ball smack into the net. you don’t even see the hungry look in his eyes, how he’s jostled around by cheering teammates and yet his eyes remain on your figure. he was starving.
he’s got you in his bulging arms, hoisting you up against the bedroom door as his lips attack every nook and cranny of your sweaty skin. he’s no better, soaked to the bone and salty with effort. alex sucks on your pulse point and you’re mewling in his ear.
“god, fuck. did’ya see me, baby? i did it, i won us the game. had to win, couldn’t just lose while you were dancing your ass off.”
you’re giggling amidst the soft pants as alex makes quick work of your uniform. “you did amazing, you’re the MVP. i truly believe that.”
“mhm. i believe it, too,” and alex is sucking on your tits with a feverish want, practically sinking to his knees as he buries his face into your chest. he keeps you squished against him, your legs wrapped around his waist. “you’re so sexy, hermosa. kept thinking of you in that little—ngh—that skirt. wanted to fuck you then and there…”
you can feel his cock through his shorts, rubbing right over the seam of your panties as he crowded you closer against the door. he pushes his hips against yours and you’re shifted up the wood from the pure force of his grinding.
“t-to the bed, ‘lex.”
“right, right. fuck, sorry.”
he’s pulling you off the door towards the bed, immediately settling on his haunches before you as he desperately tugs off his shirt. your hands are greedy and they fly to cup and grab at his chest and tummy, dragging your nails over the soft skin to hear him whimper your name.
“hey,” he tuts after a shuddering breath, his hand budging your legs apart as he scoots closer. the tent in his pants is obvious and your foot comes to rub over it, alex’s hips twitching forward. “hey, don’t tease me. i won! you have to please me.”
alex hands trace over your thighs tenderly, cupping the soft skin and feeling it squish under his fingertips. you watch closely as he pushes his shorts down—just enough to free his leaking cock. “fuck, ‘m so hard. got so hard thinking of bending you over after tonight’s game. how was i supposed to play when you were cheering looking like that?”
“you’re supposed to be—oh, fuck. you’re ‘posed to be professional,” your boyfriend’s thumb taps and rubs messy circles over your clothed clit. you jump, knees flying to slam together before alex is muscling them apart with his strong arms. “alexxx, just fuck me.”
“sheesh, you’re so needy.”
but he’s needy too, and far gone. your panties are pushed to the side as he taps the flushed head on your soaking pussy. alex bites his lip, eyes transfixed on your sloppy hole as he glides his thick dick between your folds over and over; bumping into your clit and making you moan into the sheets.
his hand splays over your tummy and the other wraps around the base of his cock. alex inches forward, just barely pressing against you before he’s sliding into your guts. your heels dig into the plush mattress as alex bottoms out, his fingers pressing into the divots of your tummy.
“can you feel me? riiiight here, ngh, fuck. baby, you feel so good—ah, ah!”
he wastes no time, hips pressing forward once, twice, before he’s got his rhythm in tact. alex dives deep, punishing thrusts clapping in the sound of the dorm as he fucks you into the mattress. it was all the pent up energy, the excitement, the arousal… it made his head spin as he dipped his cock into your syrupy walls again and again.
“fuckfuckfuck! alex, ohgod; please fuck me! harder, please, ‘lex,” you barely have a brain as he fucks you dumb, all you can do is babble and cling to your man with your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. “fuuuuck, there! right there!”
his mushroom tip arches and pounds into your g-spot, your eyes slipping shut while loose tears made their way down the apples of your cheeks. alex moaned gruffly above you, panting and licking his lips as he ruined you.
“you look so pretty. ah, fuck, baby i-i can’t—wanna cum so bad. shit, are you—?”
“yes, yes! i’m close,” your legs wrap around his hips to pull him impossibly closer. “need you to cum inside, papi. please, i want it!!”
“yeah, you want it? fuckk, of course you do. you’re so needy and cute for me, baby.”
alex is exhausted, but he can’t stop his sore muscles from twitching and fucking your pussy till it creamed around him. he grunts, leaning forward till his gold chain hangs in your face before he claps his hips against yours. harder, and then harder.
“so close, baby. fuck, cum for me. wanna feel this pussy milk me, please? i-i need it, need you so bad.”
his pleas fall on deaf ears as you cum hard, milking his cock for all its worth as your gummy walls spasm around him. it’s heavenly ecstacy, and alex isn’t far behind you as he digs balls deep into you; white ropes spurting and mixing with your cum as he fills you to the brim. white leaks out of your creamy hole, and alex goes boneless on top of you; his softening cock still inside.
“you’re on top of me,” you grumble quietly, to which alex pinches your thigh to hear you squeak. “i didn’t say i minded!”
“yeah, yeah,” and he’s shuffling up to look at you deeply. “give your winner a kiss.”
gladly, you think, as you pull alex into a tender kiss.
prompt: you confess your sins and it leads to more sins
warnings: SMUT! also based off of religion, if this upsets u then don’t read (im not religious soooo…)
you never thought it would come to this. were you truly at the hands of love at first sight? or were you just desperate and acting out?
no matter. the man your eyes were immediately glued to was alluring in every way possible. his long dark hair, unkempt yet laid swiftly and perfectly down to the nape of his neck. his eyes were dark and framed by thick eyelashes you could see even from your seat. his lips were pink and plump, with a slight shine as his wet tongue darted out to moisten them. you knew then that you wanted him… you needed this man
you sat near the confessional in your short black dress, pretending to read the bible. after a few minutes, you saw the main father exit the booth and in his place walked in the handsome priest that had you weak at the knees. you waited an appropriate few minutes before entering the booth
you sat quietly and cleared your throat. you gently pulled back the veil you had on to reveal your face. you took off your rosary necklace and held it in your hands as you put them together in prayer
“forgive me father, for i have sinned”
father alexis looked up as you spoke. his eyes met yours and you saw a glimpse of panic just before he quickly looked down
“continue” he nodded, shifting slightly and trying not to let his gaze linger but failed miserably
his deep voice sent vibrations through you like a ripple and you squirmed in your seat
“father” you began, voice steadying itself, “i am not like the others who come seeking absolution. i come to you with a different purpose. i am pure, you see, untouched by the sins of the flesh. i am a virgin” your breath was warm against the mesh separating you from the priest
there was a mixture of surprise and unease bubbling in the pit of the stomach of the priest. this was not a confession he was accustomed to hearing
“why have you come to me with this, my child?”
“because, father, i wish to sin. i wish to feel the warmth of another, to know what it is to be with a man” you practically begged
“it is not for me to grant such… requests. the sanctity of this place is for the confessions and forgiveness of sin, not the indulgence of desires that lead to damnation” father alexis shook his head
but you were insistent. "you are a man of god," you purred, "surely you understand the need for temptation to be conquered. who better to guide me through this than one who has dedicated his life to resisting such things?"
“you... you wish for me to..." he stuttered, his thoughts racing, "to take your innocence?"
"yes, father," you confirmed, your voice steady and seductive. "i wish for you to be the one to show me the pleasures of the flesh. to share in this act of sin, and in doing so, help me understand the true nature of temptation and redemption"
"if this is truly what you wish," he said, his voice a low murmur, "then we shall proceed, but understand the gravity of your decision. this act can never be undone, and it will forever change us both."
he slid open the partition that separated them and stepped into her side of the confessional. the space was tight, and the air grew even thicker with anticipation. you looked up at him, your eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight. you reached out and touched his hand, your skin soft and warm against his. the priest felt a jolt of something primal, something that surged through his veins and ignited a fire in his belly.
your fingers traced up his arm, sending a shiver down his spine
“ive chosen you… i trust you to lead me into temptation and guide me back to grace” you whispered
the priest felt the weight of your gaze as you stepped closer, your body brushing against his robes. his hand hovered over your shoulder, torn between comfort and the urge to pull you into an embrace. he could see the pulse quicken in your neck, your chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. the confessional booth, once a bastion of purity, now felt like a cocoon of desire, wrapping the two of you in its forbidden embrace
your hand reached for his chin, tilting it down to meet your eyes. they were a deep, mysterious brown that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe
“father, i am ready. i…. i cannot stand this, please father”
the priest's gaze fell to your full, red lips. he felt the heat of your body, the softness of your touch, and the urgency of your words. the barriers of his faith felt as if they were dissolving, replaced by a yearning that was as powerful as it was terrifying. he knew that this was the moment of no return, but the pull of temptation was too great
with trembling hands, he reached out and traced your cheek, feeling the smoothness of your skin. his thumb brushed over your lower lip, and you gasped, eyes fluttering closed. he could feel the electricity between you, the unspoken understanding that what you were about to do was both wrong and utterly irresistible
"your sins are many," he murmured, his voice thick with need, "but your repentance is sincere."
you leaned into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. "and yours, father?" you asked
the priest felt a rush of exhilaration at her boldness.
"mine too, my child," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper
your hand slid from his chin to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. your lips met in a fiery kiss, a blend of passion and desperation that sent a jolt through his body. the taste of you was intoxicating, like forbidden fruit, and he knew that once he took this step, there was no turning back.
the priest's hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you against him. he could feel the softness of your body, the curves that had been hidden beneath your mournful attire. you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as the kiss grew more urgent
the priest unbuttoned your dress, the fabric slipping away to reveal creamy skin. you were perfect, unblemished, and the sight of your bare flesh sent a surge of lust through him that was almost painful in its intensity. he knew he should stop, should push you away and reclaim his vows, but the feel of you in his arms was like a drug, addictive and all-consuming.
your hands found their way under his robe, fingers skimming over the planes of his chest and abs. he groaned, his resolve weakening further. he could feel your breath hitch as you touched him, exploring his body with curious hands. your eyes, still locked on his, were filled with a mix of innocence and wanton need.
he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue seeking yours. the kiss grew more desperate, as his hands found the zipper of your dress and with trembling fingers, he pulled it down. the fabric fell away, revealing you to him in all your naked glory. the priest took a moment to drink you in, his eyes roving over the soft swells of your breasts, the flatness of your stomach, and the juncture of your thighs
you stepped out of your dress, standing before him in nothing but your red lingerie. the priest felt his body reacting to your nearness, his cock straining against his pants. the devil on his shoulder whispered sweet nothings into his ear, urging him to indulge
he reached out and cupped your breasts, feeling their softness and weight. you gasped into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch. the priest's thumbs brushed over your nipples, and they hardened instantly, the fabric of your bra straining against them. he felt a thrill of power, of lust, and of something darker - the thrill of the forbidden
"take me, father," you murmured, “take my innocence and show me the sins of the flesh"
the priest's eyes darted around the confessional, searching for an escape from the temptation that had ensnared him. but there was none. he was trapped in this tiny space with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and you wanted him to commit the ultimate sin. his hands held your face as he admired you
he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but your scent was intoxicating. it filled his nostrils, a sweet, musky fragrance that seemed to beckon him closer
the priest's hands continued to explore you, tracing the line of your waist down to the band of your panties. he hooked his fingers under the elastic and began to pull them down, exposing the soft mound of your sex. you stepped out of them, standing before him in nothing but heels
he knelt before you, his eyes level with your pussy, feeling a mix of awe and fear. he reached out and stroked you, feeling the slickness of your arousal. you were wet, ready for him, and the thought made him dizzy
you stepped closer, your hands reaching for his pants. with a gentle push, you had them around his ankles, and his cock sprang free. you took it in your hand, your grip firm and sure, and stroked him from base to tip. he groaned, his resolve shattering like glass under the weight of her touch
your hand felt like a brand, burning away his vows and leaving only need in their place. his body was a traitor to his faith. his hands found your hips, his thumbs sliding over the soft skin, urging you closer. your eyes never left his as you guided him, your hand slippery with his desire
the priest felt a moment of pure terror, the weight of his decision pressing down on him like a heavy stone. but it was too late. he was lost to the siren's call of your flesh, and he knew there was no turning back. he leaned in, his mouth watering as he kissed the inside of your thighs, your skin tasting of sweetness and sin
your hands were in his hair, guiding him to your center. he kissed you there softly, tentatively, and you moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. your legs trembled, and you wrapped them around his shoulders. the priest's tongue slid over your folds, exploring you, savoring you. you were wet, so wet, and the taste was like a drug that clouded his thoughts and made him drunk with lust. his tongue delved into you, making a sticky wet sound as he worked your hole open
he could feel you growing more eager, your hips moving against his mouth. he licked and kissed your clit, his tongue moving in deeper, seeking the source of your pleasure. then you felt two thick fingers at your entrance, gliding inside of you with succinct motion. your moans grew louder, filling the confessional with a symphony of desire that seemed to echo off the very walls
the priest felt the tension coil tighter within him as you grew wetter. his cock was rock-hard, demanding release, and he knew that he could not deny it much longer. he stood, lifting you with ease. your nails dug into his back as you pulled him closer, grinding yourself against his throbbing member
with a final, desperate kiss, the priest positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her slick folds. He paused, his mind racing with doubt and guilt, but the resistance gave way as he claimed your virginity
your gasp was muffled against his mouth, body tensing as she took all of him in. he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust, his heart hammering in his chest. then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he began to thrust. the confessional booth rocked slightly with each movement, the creaks and moans echoing in the quiet of the empty church
the priest felt your tightness, a sweet agony that only served to fuel his desire. your legs tightened around him, the pain was a stark contrast to the pleasure that was building
your breath grew ragged in his ear as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more forceful. you met each one with an eagerness that matched his own, your hips rising to meet him, urging him deeper. the priest's hand slid between them, his thumb finding your clit, and you gasped as he began to rub it in tight circles. his hands lay gripping savagely at your ass as he pounded mercilessly into you
your walls tightened around him, the sensation almost unbearable. he could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you, a storm brewing that threatened to break at any moment. he kissed your neck, her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved within her. The priest had never felt this alive, this connected to another person
you arched your back, your breasts pressing against his chest. your moans grew louder, more desperate, as you approached your climax. the priest felt a surge of power, of primal need, and he knew that he could not hold back much longer. his own orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and he could do nothing to stop it
with one final, powerful thrust, he felt your body convulse around him, your muscles clenching as she reached your peak. you screamed out his name, the sound muffled by the confessional walls. it was a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the church, a declaration of their shared sin that echoed through the empty pews
the priest's own climax followed swiftly, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. shockwaves ran all throughout your body as your cunt was drenched with the father’s cumload as he filled you, the act of creation a stark contrast to the place where it occurred. as he pulled out, the sticky wetness of your union remained, a tangible reminder of what they had done
for a moment, you remained entwined, your breathing harsh in the quiet confessional. then, reality began to seep back in. the priest set the you down gently, his eyes searching hers for some clue of what came next. but all he found was a mix of satisfaction and something else - something he couldn't quite place
you straightened your lingerie and began to redress. your movements were precise and deliberate, as if you were putting on armor to shield yourself from the consequences of your actions. the priest watched, his own body trembling with the aftershocks of your sin. he felt both exhilarated and ashamed, the two emotions warring within him
"thank you, father," she said softly as she buttoned her dress, her voice devoid of the seductive purr it had held moments before, "you have given me what I needed"
the priest, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, struggled to find the words to respond
“what… what have we done?” he managed to muster in response
“we have sinned," you said, "but we have also learned. remember, father, that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future"
the priest felt his stomach churn with guilt and confusion. he had never expected this, never dreamed that he would be the one to fall so spectacularly from grace. yet, as you pulled your dress back over your shoulders, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret, mingled with a strange sense of longing
"you must leave," he finally managed to croak, “this can never happen again"
“as you wish, father. but remember, i will always be here for you. to confess, to tempt, to... guide you” you smiled, pleased with your sins
alone in the confessional booth, the priest sank to his knees. he clasped his hands in prayer, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. "
“forgive me, father” he cried out, putting his hands together in prayer
you had vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of desire and a storm of conflicting emotions. he felt a mix of fear and excitement, regret and longing. your words played on repeat in his mind, taunting him with the possibility of more. he had never felt such a powerful connection to another person, not even in the most sacred moments of his calling.
quackity getting caught sniffing readers underwear and getting jerked off n overstimulated omg…
alex stealing your underwear<3
alex was your best friend, you had no reason to doubt your friendship or his intentions. sure, when it was late, you tended to sneak your hand down your panties and mewl out your best friend's name as you creamed on your fingers.
but, you were just friends! and you couldn't help your carnal desires—it was unbeknownst to you that neither could alex. he'd come over for a movie night, and you were changing in the attached bathroom while he sat on your bed.
then, he sees it. that pretty little pair of panties sitting in a crumpled heap on the floor. they're hot pink, with lace trim and a dainty bow right in the center. they were beyond cute, and alex could feel the blood rushing south as he eyed the pair. something calls to him like a siren, and he's scooping it up within seconds and shoving it in his pocket.
he almost forgets about the fact he's got your stolen panties in his jeans, until it's the next day where he's home and he's devastatingly horny. he's throbbing in his boxers and his mind whispers to him that it wasn't so much as perverted, but a means for release. no, there was no problem when he dug the panties from his pants pocket and shoved them to his face, taking a musky inhale of your scent that clung to the fabric.
"ahfuck, ohmygod, mommy! pleaseplease, you're jerking me so well...!"
alex can't even stop himself, groaning and licking his lips as he fucked up into his fist. he's already a mess, and he can practically hear the mocking in your voice as he imagines you on your knees for him, hands hot and wrapped around his cock as you jerked him off.
he presses the fabric so close to his nose that his eyes roll back. your scent was heavenly, addicting and down right debauched. he could hardly hear the way the front door creaked open to his tiny apartment. he missed how your voice called out towards your best friend, your feet quickening up the stairs.
really, neither of you realize what exactly is going on until you're pushing the door wide open. it was alex, your panties to his nose and hand thumping against his lower stomach again and again.
he didn't even notice you, that is, until you drop the bag in your hand.
his eyes shoot open and the two of you are frozen in time. alex immediately throws a blanket over himself, and drops your panties in near disgust—as if he hadn't been getting off to the fact that you'd worn them so recently, they still smelled like you.
"alex?"
"no, nonono. i mean, it's really not—i was just, listen...!"
his eyes water in humiliation, but you don't pelt him with insults and accusations. instead, you approach closer and closer until you're before him with a smirk. "explain it to me then, what were you doing? especially with my panties?"
you snatch them up from beside him, and alex jumps at the movement. he stutters for a moment, eyes ashamed as he looks at every thing but yourself. you had to take matters into your own hands, and you dart out to grip his chin and tilt his head towards yours.
"you were that needy? had to steal my panties and jerk off with them?"
"no," he tries, voice meek and he's still so hard under the covers. "that's not it—"
"but that's what you want, right?"
and your hand brushes over the almost painful bulge between his legs. "tell me what you want, alex. i can assure you i want the same thing."
and you would relish this moment for years to come. the way alex peered at you with a gleam in his eyes and a nickname tumbling past his lips.
What about quackity and reader doing a wine stream ( they get drunk ) by the end of the stream they confess there felling for each other. It kindly reminds me of a the Spanish song of (no me mires con esos ojos )
𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
⋆ precis ~ while it wasn't shocking you and quackity got drunk during a wine stream, the only thing that was surprising was when you both started talking about your feelings for each other.
⋆ tags ~ alcohol, kissing, use of quackity's real name, romance, and drunk fluff.
⋆ notes ~ thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy!
to your viewers, it was never surprising to see quackity's name in your stream titles.
'PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH QUACKITY'
'IT TAKES TWO WITH QUACKITY'
'COOKING STREAM WITH QUACKITY'
it got to the point where it was a shock to not see his name pasted on their screens whenever you started a stream.
and just like all the other times, today was no exception.
laughter filled your office as you and quackity held wine glasses in your hands—the crimson liquid swirling in your cups while you both answered questions that filled the chat.
most of them were harmless. it was just people questioning you both about your lives, what things you liked, and what future plans you had for streaming. some were stupid, like asking what your favourite type of cheese was or what lego movie character you were.
but as the stream went on, and the wine bottle slowly grew empty, you stared to notice your chat getting more curious.
ilovemen3423: why are you and quackity always together? are you both dating?
BITEOF87KID: ARE YOU AND Q DATING???
sillybillies: do you and quackity have a romantic interest in one another?? perhaps a little relationship or a 'kiss the homies goodnight' fellow type of thing?
"alexis..." your words were mumbled as you drank from your glass, and his small hum rang out in question. "chat wants to know if we're dating."
"i wish."
"WHAT!?" quackity let out a loud laugh as you grinned widely—narrowing your eyes at him. "you're lying!"
"NO!? i actually wish that—like, every time i hear your name, i wonder what it would be like if we dated."
"what do you think it would be like if we dated?" you questioned, and you watched as quackity shrugged. "i mean, we could find out—"
you both fell silent before bursting into a fit of laughter—the alcohol hitting your mind a bit harder than it usually did. though, you didn't understand why you thought it was funny. it wasn't. he just admitted to liking you, but maybe you just thought it was funny because you didn't believe it. he was drunk.
but even if he was drunk, it had you questioning what it would be like if you both dated.
you stared at him as you leaned against your armrest—examining him.
it's not like you hadn't noticed him before, but now that you looked more deeply at him, he was fairly cute. his eyes were a deep brown—just like his hair. speaking of his hair, it looked good in a beanie, but you liked it better when he didn't have a hat on.
he was also sweet, and funny. you both had a lot in common.
you both had been friends for a while.
would it hurt to give it a shot?
your thoughts were cut off as you heard quackity let out a breathy chuckle, and you could only stare at him in confusion before he spoke.
"stop staring at me with those eyes, amor..." his words were slightly slurred as he took another sip from his glasses—his eyes never leaving yours.
you didn't understand why he was commenting on how you were staring at him when he couldn't even look away from you. his eyes were coated in a gleam of admiration, and he peered at you as if you had just given him the world on a silver platter.
"with what eyes?" your sarcastic remark only earned a drunken smile from him as he placed his glass down on your desk, and he leaned towards you in his chair before tilting his head.
"like you wanna kiss me..." his taunting words trailed as his lazy smile slightly faded—his eyes falling into a lidded gaze before they flickered to your lips. "do you wanna kiss me, amor?"
yes.
no.
definitely.
maybe.
you didn't know.
you stared at him for a minute before you placed your glass next to his—the glasses clinking together as you hummed. "i don't know..."
"well, i know. i want to kiss you, and you should kiss me."
"you're only eager to kiss me because you're drunk, alexis." you words earned a frown from him—though, it looked more like a pout as you slightly smiled.
"drunk words, sober thoughts."
a laugh left your throat at his statement, and while you thought he was joking, the serious expression on his face shut down that thought.
"please, amor? if you're okay with it..." his words seemed so saddened as he asked to make sure you were content with his words, and you could only let out a quiet sigh. "you do realize this is going to get clipped, right?"
"i don't care." he mumbled while you shifted your chair closer to his, and his eyes lit up while one of your hands cupped his cheek.
"you say that now—"
"and i'll say it until the day i die. can you just kiss me now?" you smiled at his question before you placed your lips against his, and you could practically feel quackity melt into the kiss while one of his hands placed itself on the back of your head. the other one grabbed your free hand as he gently squeezed it.
the taste of wine on his lips was evident as you eventually pulled away, and your eyes glanced at his tinted lips due to the alcohol.
"does this mean that you like me back?" quackity blurted out the question while you let out a snicker, and he frowned at you as he gently squeezed your hand. he wanted an answer.
"yes, it does, alexis."
a wide smile replaced his frown as he pulled you closer—your chairs being pressed against the other while quackity wrapped his arms around you.
"can i stay over here tonight?"
"only if you help me clean up after stream."
quackity fell silent for a moment as he slowly turned to look at the camera. "i forgot about that—"
but he surely wouldn't forget it tomorrow when you and quackity's name were trending on almost every social media platform.
guys, i’m sorry i’ve been so inactive lately 😔😔 my mental health has been shit lol, but writing is a good distraction so i’ll cook something up rq for yall <33
synopsis: can you write one where Alex is your new neighbor and you have a crush on him bc he's always very kind but it's all because he secretly just wants to fuck you?
You'd never seen him before. If you had, you'd know. Everything had started like usual. The morning coffee you desperately needed was brewed and drank, your hair was tamed into an unruly ponytail and shoes were adorned to fetch the bills. It was like any other day. Yet, it all came crashing down when you saw a stranger trying to get into your mailbox. Your feet quicken down the steps from your apartment, your arm waving to the side as you jog over to the unaware offender.
"Umm, hello! Excuse me?!"
The broad-shouldered man turns, and you feel horribly exposed in your faded sweatpants as he gives you a once-over. He's quick to grin at you, eyes scanning you before offering a small wave.
"Hey there."
He's devastatingly attractive, and that's an absolute fact. The way his hair falls, the freckled marks dotting his face. His build was something else entirely, and your mouth started to salivate when you noticed his forearm flex the tiniest bit. A beat of silence passes by as you try to remember what you were freaking out about–the mailbox could wait, did you even have mail? The keys jingle in his hand, and you stutter out. "Uh–that's my mailbox. Sorry, thought you were trying to steal from me!"
"Oh," his laugh is jovial, if a bit shy. "I had no idea. I swear they said this was for apartment 347…"
"347? That's right next to me! We're neighbors, then," and you can't help the excited gleam in your eyes.
How often did an attractive neighbor move in right beside you?
The man offers a firm hand. "I'm Alex, it's nice to meet you."
You introduce yourself. He tries out your name a few times, letting the syllables roll off his tongue like syrup before he tilts his head cutely. "Like that?"
"Yeah, like that," your stomach swirls with butterflies. The wave of an impending crush washes over you; you're left dazed as you nod and look around. He was flustering you in your faded sweatpants! Your knuckles rap against his mailbox as you try on a nonchalant attitude.
"This one's yours. For future reference," and Alex's eyes are soft and understanding as you point him towards the right inbox.
"Thanks so much. Oh, and I love your sweatpants. Sorry if that's weird to say, they look comfy!"
"What? It's not weird at all! They're just an old piece of—" You cut yourself off, looking down before glancing up at him with a smile. "You know what? Thank you!"
Alex laughs, as if he already knew what you wanted to say. He watches as you get your mail and follows suit. Your shoulders brush together, and you're zapped by an electric current. The two of you didn't need to tell each other about it. You'd both felt it.
Your neighbor bids you a kind goodbye, and his black hair shines in the morning sunlight. It's a morning like any other with bills, coffee and Alex. You try not to think about it too much.
On the other hand, Alex doesn't stop thinking about it. He keeps his smile and blush to himself while leaning against his kitchen counters. Millions of questions are blasting through his mind as he carelessly flips through his junk mail. Do you always wear those sweatpants? What does your hair look like when it's down? Would you like to ride or instead be pounded into the mattress?
A wandering hand scratches at his soft tummy, his t-shirt revealing a happy trail as he turns to wander to his office. He had work to do, and it wouldn't get done if he thought of you any longer. Though, you never really left his mind, if he was being honest.
Neither of your paths cross for a bit. You'd heard whispers and yells through your mutually shared wall, your interest increasing tenfold when you deduced online that he was a streamer. The smirk on your lips grew as you crawled into your bed that evening; now you know it's not a girlfriend causing those strange noises.
While your evening had ended peacefully, your morning had struck with a vengeance as you stood before your car. As you assessed the damage, what had begun as a slight inconvenience had turned into a pure catastrophe. A flat tire. No doubt some punk across the street, but it didn't make you any less angry at the fact you were now going to be late and driving on a spare. This was not just the worst, but nearly the end of all. You stomped back and forth like a child, still holding your briefcase and donning a cute suit.
"Oh, goddammit! Are you serious!"
Alex peers at you curiously as he exits his building. From his third-floor view, he could see how your tiny self flitted and squealed at the flat tire. He watches you for a moment more with a smile on his lips. A giggle escapes him when you stomp all around your vehicle before collapsing in a heap beside it. You were cute.
You pin him with a dismayed look from all the way down, and he feels a call to action. A true damsel in distress, he could take care of this for you within a few minutes. He mulls it over–though is it mulling if you've already settled on yes?–before making his way out of the complex towards the parking lot. You're joined by your neighbor, and you both stand crossed-armed, heads tilted and curiosity on your faces.
"I just can't believe this! And I bet it's because it looks dirt cheap, but even if it is, that doesn't warrant this! Right? Who would give me a flat tire!"
You speak first to lament the lack of help available within the city. In the early morning, most shops were closed, and you felt that anxious twist of desperation and distress.
Part of him wants to scoop you up and press you against the hood of the car to make you cum endlessly on his tongue, fingers, cock, but rationality wins over. He nods in agreement at your venting. "It's really fucked up! Do you have a spare?"
A guilty nod as you shyly shrug. His eyebrow quirks.
"Do you–uh, know how to change it?"
An awkward silence permeates as you shuffle on two feet.
"Well, no. But I have all the things for it! It shouldn't be too hard. Let me google it, actually," and you're typing at never-before-seen speed. "Okay, so you jack it up… and then, what the hell is that?"
You were this little, pitiful thing. Alex wanted to care for you the way no man ever had. He needed to take care of you, to be the only man in your life that you could look at and feel secure and loved. If you let him, he could be that guy for you.
"Want me to take care of this for you?"
Your head snaps to him quickly. Considering it at first, it was the best option. You were late, he was here, and you didn't know how to change a tire. By all accounts, this was a perfect solution. Would you have to pay him back, though? Did a blowjob count, or was he not that kind of guy?
"Sure! If it's no problem for you."
Alex grins coolly and nods. "It's not a problem at all. Let me see what tools you have, yeah?"
He's quick with it, and you're only sitting on the curb for a few minutes as he easily jacks up the car and replaces the tire. You wonder if he's done this for other girls before. Alex is comfortable yanking the tire off and securing the spare, your eyes lecherously watching him work.
Alex feels your eyes burning a hole into him as he lugs the tire out, breath escaping in a soft pant that leaves your mind running wild. You can't help but latch onto any show of skin you can. The rise of his shirt revealed the soft skin of his tummy. His shirt tightened around his bicep as he flexed to lock the tire into the place. Even the way his hair flew in front of his face as he turned towards you left you shaky.
"You should probably get it checked out just in case, but it's all done!"
"You don't think you did a good enough job?"
"I did what I could! But still. You're going to be late, princesa."
That nickname comes so naturally to him. Princesa? He provides an inkling of shade while looming over you, hands tucked into his pockets with a boxy smile. You're still sitting on the curb and have a terrible case of ultimate attraction as you look at that sweet stretch of a smile and gleam in his dark brown eyes.
"You should get going."
Alex urges, and you're standing on command with hot cheeks. You're stuttering out a 'thanks' and trying to keep the smile from taking over your face. Alex hands you your bag, and a sharp zap runs through you when your fingers touch.
"I really should. I, uhm, really, thank you!"
"Didn't I say it was no problem?"
He laughs, and you're laughing, too. As you settle into your car and offer a shy wave from the privacy of your Toyota, he waits patiently. You see him as you back up and drive away, black wisps of hair swaying with the breeze like he's a gift from nature himself. The drive is filled with music, and you wonder whether he'd like to go for coffee sometime.
File papers, get a coffee, sit in on a meeting and organize your files. It's all the same boring, dull work day by day. Nothing soothes the ache in your eyes or the budding carpal tunnel in your wrist. Nothing but daydreams of a new coworker named Alex, who is also your neighbor and seemingly can't help but corner you in the copy room to ask if you want to "get out of here."
It was quite a slow day. The reprieve of responsibilities your apartment gives you is more than enough comfort as you kick your shoes off. Time for a shower, and maybe you'll go to bed early. The mental checklist in your mind is carefully sorted through as you wash the day's grime off you. Comfy pajamas are set, vibrator in hand, and you feel happy as you snuggle into Sherpa blankets.
It's only then that you hear it. It's soft, enough for you to pass over it till it grows louder. It's undeniable, unmistakable–the soft moans of Alex barely passing through your thin walls. You're shooting up and pressing your ear against the drywall, hearing a groan. "Ah, fuck… feels so good."
Oh my god. It's definitely him, voice ragged and whiny as his hand twists around the tip of his dick, pre-cum leaking past his knuckles as he moans. You shouldn't be listening. You know this; it's wrong, and it's perverted. You twitch with the urge to move your hand higher up your thigh, but you force yourself to stay still as you plot your next move.
You tug your blankets up higher to cover your face shyly, eyes fluttering when the bed creaks softly from the room over and he whines. Alex fucked his hand eagerly, and your thighs pressed together at the strangled moan that beat past his lips.
"Fuckk, like that–yeah…"
And then you hear it. Your name. It leaves your hand shooting past your pajama pants to circle your clit, fingers slipping as you bite the palm of your hand. Was he imagining you? Indeed, he knew you could hear him. You have to press your free hand to your mouth as you work your fingers over your clit, your hole clenches around nothing, and a bumbling cry is whispered past your tongue.
He mumbles about taking it all, and you're uncaring as you eagerly rub yourself in tune with how Alex fucks his cock in his fist. You sink in a finger, then two, and groan at the delicious stretch. Your fingers fuck in and out of you, driving deep as you imagine Alex pressing your legs to your ears and fucking himself inside you before drawing back with a heavy thrust.
Alex tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, pushing his black shirt up as he tips his head back. "God, 'm so fucking close, baby."
His eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he imagines your bobbing head as you take him into your throat. Socked feet curl, and Alex whimpers when he feels it, balls aching while his hips pop up into his hand.
"'M gonna cum, ohmygo–fuck!"
You can't help the moan that escapes you as you soak your own fingers, riding out your high as you listen to Alex's groaning release. His voice is so deep and ragged that you're still pulsing; if only there was some way to will him over to your apartment to fuck the shit out of you. Burying your face into the pillows, you pant listlessly while gingerly removing your hand from your pants. Alex has gone quiet, and you can imagine his slumped form, all relaxed and seated in his gaming chair.
Sticky strings stretch between your fingers when you look at your hand. A wanting sigh escapes you as the apartments fall into a mutual silent quiet. Your fingers would have to do for now, despite how much you kept thinking about that stretch of his fat head as he plunged into your pussy.
You don't stop thinking about it. Not when you wake up and start the coffee. Not on the drive to work. Not even when you watched porn to try to get it out of your head, you couldn't stop thinking about listening to him cum.
He sounded so angelic, voice-pitched, and so needy for you. Of all girls, he imagined you, wanted you! That had to be some sick and twisted sign of fate. On a late night of too much wine and faith in your plans, you order a brand-new coffee table fit with way too many screws and bolts. You'd give up before you even tried to assemble that thing.
Thankfully, you knew exactly who would.
Ushering the package inside was easy. You would not act like you got this and were waiting for him to ask if you needed help building it. No. You had to be the perfect victim. Your fingers tear the box open like a madman as you make a half-hearted attempt to construct the table yourself. The instructions went on for pages, your brows furrowing at "attach A1 to B1." Only then do you drag yourself up from your soft rug, apply a bit of gloss, and march next door to Alex's apartment.
Three soft knocks and an extra for good measure; Alex is curious as he tilts his head in welcome.
"Hey you," he starts, bulging arms crossing. "What's up?"
"Hey! So, I bought this new coffee table with really confusing instructions and…"
His eyebrows raise as he looks you over, a look in his eyes that you can't identify. You hope your gloss is enough to tempt him, but you use your arms to push your boobs up just a tad higher. "What do you think? Will you help me out? I promise to pay you back!"
"Oh, yeah? Why'd you need a new coffee table?"
"The other just—umm, broke. All over the place."
"All over the place," he hums thoughtfully, and his hand rubs at his jaw; you wonder if he's into choking. "I can take care of that for you, then."
"Great! Just come over when you're ready," you clap your hands together and smile widely.
"I'll just come with you now, if that's okay. Don't want to leave you without your precious coffee table."
Alex moves closer towards you, and you’re keenly aware of the height difference between you two. Not just height, but size difference. A light laugh filters from your lips and you nod your head towards next door.
"Even better," you croon and take the lead back to your apartment. "So, what were you up to?"
"Nothing, really," Alex replies casually with his hands in his pockets. "This actually gives me something to do, which is awesome! So thank you…"
The way he says your name is intoxicating. You want it whispered down the column of your throat as pink lips catch on your exposed jugular. You'd never been the one to chase, but hearing your name fall from those pretty lips was more than enough bait. Thankfully, Alex had no idea crossing the threshold of your front door would lead to him getting stuck right in your spider's web.
He fits right into your quaint apartment. You and Alex engaged in small talk, but it was nothing serious. He sits at your counter, and you pour him some water like this is something you do every day. It feels like you've been waiting for him to occupy your space. You'd already let him occupy your mind.
You lead him over to the wreck of a table with a hand. He doesn’t address it, letting your palm slip into his and leech off the warmth. "You think you can handle it? It had me so fucking confused."
Alex chuckles and nods, glancing at you and still not letting go of your hand.
"This doesn't look too bad! I'm not an expert, but it should get done in an hour or two."
"Oh, really? Well, then, perfect! I guess we can start," you chirp and sit on the couch. "I'll be the tool handler."
Alex squeezes your hand before releasing, sitting before you on your soft patterned rug. He shakes his head and smirks at you from over his shoulder. "Alright. Let's get this done!"
He's quick and efficient as he pieces your coffee table together. At first, you're unsure of what to do as Alex silently begins to work. You blanch at your poor hosting skills, whisking yourself off to collect treats and talk him through his work. Snacks and lemonade are brought, and you can chat happily.
"So, how do you like the complex?"
Alex takes a cookie and nibbles on it.
"Good! People are nice, but I still don't understand trash day."
You laugh and nod in agreement, your eyes observing as Alex's biceps flex to combine two pieces of wood. God, he was driving you wild with every little movement and look.
"No one understands trash day, believe me. I'm glad you're enjoying it!"
"Yeah, I've met some really nice people."
The two of you hold eye contact for a beat. It's enough to leave your heart sputtering as you force yourself to look away. His gaze was dark, intense, and sexy. You couldn't face that alone. With a little more time, Alex dusted his hands off and planted them on his hips. He steps back and you’re taking in the wonderfully strong coffee table that sat in the middle of your living room.
"What do you think?"
"It looks amazing! I could sit on it, and it wouldn't break."
"Okay, but don't," Alex teases and sets the screwdriver beside him. "It's good? You like it?"
You turn with the happiest grin on your face as you nod. "I love it! Really, thank you so much."
He shrugs and exclaims, "it wasn't that hard," but you were grateful for his presence anyway. You plop yourself next to him and tug your knees to your chest, "I really need to pay you back, somehow. That makes two things you've fixed for me."
You could pay him back right now with plush lips wrapped around his cock, letting him groan as he bucked up into your throat. It would be the picture-perfect way to settle this. You'd get down on your knees for him in an instant.
"Ehh, I mean," he shrugs humbly. "It's really not a big deal, but if you wanna pay me back, why don't you come to my place? We can just hang out or whatever."
'Or whatever.' You want to be shocked, but your chemistry was way too electric to pass up. Your face instantly breaks out in a grin, and you're nodding–not too fiercely–to his request, "I'm down for that! When were you thinking?"
Alex hums momentarily to seemingly rack his brain for a possible opening. Then, his soft eyes land on you as he offers up the following Wednesday at around five. You readily agree, and the two of you are sitting and looking in a trance that neither of you wants to break.
"Well," he's first to break contact, head turning away as he stands and dusts off his knees, "I should probably get going."
"Oh, right! Let me walk you out."
Is it just you, or are the two of you walking slow on purpose? You open the door for him and leer from behind at his broad shoulders and fit form. Alex turns back and grins, lips quirking and eyes crinkling. "See you on Wednesday!"
"I'll see you! Bye," and the door is closed and locked with a 'click.'
You can't help the squeal that escapes you as you rush to the living room to admire Alex's handiwork. Fingers brush against the smooth edges, the glass and wood hitting in contrasting materials. He really built this for you. You could hardly believe it, and now you had a date in a few days. Only a few!
Most of your time is spent wondering what you'll wear, which lingerie, and whether you should prepare a gift; the list is never-ending. You decide just an hour before five: a lovely, simple dress with lacy lingerie. Then, you'd topped it off with a silky red wine. It was the perfect presentation of you, and you were ready as you knocked on his door.
Alex is adorned in a black button-up that leaves your eyes greedily sucking up every visible inch of skin. Your eyes snap to his deep brown ones, and you greet him with a shy smile. He certainly looked good. Alex grins and opens the door wider, his eyes roaming over your figure as he whistles. "Wine? Wow, you went all out! I actually got some tequila for us, as well, so…"
"Prepare to get drunk?"
"Maybe a little," he admits casually while locking the door behind him.
His apartment is clean, just as you had figured. With grand counters and charming floors, you noticed that the living room was perfectly set with flickering vanilla candles. You set the wine on the counter and round it to peer at the meat cooking on the stove.
"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made some homemade tacos. Is that okay?"
You quickly nod and clap your hands together, an excited squeal escaping you. "Yeah! That's totally fine, I love a good dinner."
It's fun, it's sweet, it's full of alcohol and perfectly cooked carne asada. It was thoughtful and one of the best dates you had ever been on. Alex and you sit side by side, munching on overstuffed tacos and drinking expensive wine. It's only when the plates are finished that the two of you are really able to bask in each other's presence.
You're tipsy off a glass of red, and Alex looks so inviting as he sits confidently next to you, one leg crossed over the other with his hand spread out on the back of the couch. "So… are you tipsy?"
Alex laughs in a sweet, melodic tone.
"Oh, absolutely," and then his eyes rake over your form before he's swallowing and uttering. "You look really beautiful tonight."
"Thank you."
Neither of you is aware of the magnetic pull; you both only know that you're getting closer by the second. Alex boldly places his hand gently on your knee, and you know you're done for when your lips meet in a saucy kiss. You're instantly moaning, a soft exhalation escaping you as you press forward to deepen the kiss; Alex's hand slides further up to your thigh, and you scoot closer in the dim candlelight for more.
It starts slow, a gentle kiss between two souls eager for connection, and then it grows. His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh as your tongue swipes against his lips. A soft groan escapes him as he massages your plush skin. Alex is first to pull away, freckled cheeks flushed and warm as he gazes at you with fondness.
"I've been wanting to do that for who knows how long," he whispers, and your heart hammers in your chest.
"Me too," you reply and glance at his inviting lap.
He catches your gaze, and the pull of his hand leaves you breathless as he practically manhandles you into his lap. You fit perfectly against him, body molding to his as you dive back down for more kisses and more touches.
Alex shifts and pulls under you, a wave crashing against you as his greedy hands grip your hips to slot them against his amid your make-out session. Then, you're yelping as his large hands curl around the meat of your thighs to lift you effortlessly against his chest and haul you upwards toward his room.
"God, you're strong! You must work out a ton," your compliment flies loosely from your lips, slack with wine and desire.
"Thank you, I do. Wanna see what else I can do?"
You laugh into the junction of his neck and shoulder, face flustered and shy as he takes you further into his apartment towards his room. Your eyes take in the white walls, the way he smells like warm, spicy cinnamon. He’s intoxicating and your lips drag against the column of his throat to lave over a mole near his jaw.
He's simple as he lays you back, simple in how he crawls over top of you to kiss and grind you into his full-bodied mattress. His tongue licks into your mouth, and you're caught on how the two of you are still tangled in shirts made of cotton. The clothing can't come off fast enough, and Alex's fingers card up your rib cage, leaving light scratches and soft huffs of air escaping past your swollen lips.
Your arms wind around his back and pull him closer, fingers dipping into the caramel skin as you roll around till you sit prettily on top of him. He's so hard against your thigh, grinding up against your hot pussy from beneath you.
"Fuck, you feel so good on top of me," Alex whisks off his shirt, and his hands fumble with your bra before revealing the swell of your perky tits. "And you look good, too, mmf."
He groans into your neck, sitting up to catch your rolling hips and arching back within his arms. Your tits press against his bare chest as you both sway in a tumble of heat. You kiss up his jaw as you grind down against his dick, rumbles coming past both your lips before reconnecting in a searing kiss. Alex's hands scramble to his belt buckle, and you aid him in undoing the sharp leather; your hands work together to free him from his jeans and let his cock stir exposed in the cool air.
"I fuckin' need you, need you inside me."
“Yeah? Ah, fuckfuck, lemme get a condom…”
"I'm on the pill," you whisper hotly into his ear before nipping at the dangling lobe.
Alex shudders and nods meekly, dashing forward to kiss you and pull you further against his hips. His cock leaves a smear of pre on your inner thigh, and you're gasping at the blunt head slipping and bumping right against your sticky clit. You both pant and rock just like that, your lips wrapped around his dick as you ground yourself up, up, up and down, down, down his length. The man before you whines into your neck, sloppy and needy, as his tongue and teeth battle to mark your smooth skin.
"Don't tease me, fuckin' please? God, I need to fuck you. I need to feel your pussy, baby, please?"
His begging drives you wild, and your hand wraps around his glistening base to angle and slip the mushroom head past your tight hole. A fierce cry escapes you at the stretch, your body slowly sinking down till you're full to the hilt, and Alex is carving a path in your insides.
You're a mess in his lap as you shift and grind against his hips, his thick cock arching deep inside you and rubbing that spongy spot that leaves you seeing stars. Alex mouths at your neck and plants a sloppy kiss on your pulse point. His voice is haggard and breathless. "God, you feel like fucking heaven around me, oohfuck."
"Yeah? Ohmy–god. You're so deep inside, ah, ah!"
Your pussy flutters and gushes around Alex as you hump him eagerly. The two of you are sweaty, hot messes as you bounce tirelessly in his lap, and Alex motorboats your chest with satisfied groans. Your clit presses stickily against the hair at his base, the puffy nub oversensitive and twitching as your hips tilt to fill you up once more. A keening whine escapes you, and your hands tangle into Alex's dark locks.
"Ah fuck, god, you always fuck your neighbors like this? Ride them like the pretty girl you are?"
His words leave your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you slam down onto him harder and faster till you're a shaking bunny that’s writhing, bouncing in his lap. "N-No! Only you, ohgod, only you can fuck me like this."
Alex's feet planted on the ground, and his hips piston up into you with a sharp thrust. A fierce warble escapes past your lips as you cling to his muscled shoulders; Alex fucks up into you and jerks you up with every punch of his hips against your creamy hole. "That's right, baby. Just–fuck–just take it. Yeah, yeah, just take me!"
Everything feels like it's spinning, and you hardly have the wherewithal to bury your face in Alex's neck as you moan and moan. As you clap down against him, a tight ball of heat coils in your tummy; your hand ducks down to rub pathetic circles against your puffy clit as Alex bounces you again and again.
"Oh, oh! Alex–holyshit, 'm gonna cum!!"
"Cum on my dick, princesa. Fuck, let me feel you milk me dry, ah–fuckfuckfuck!"
His balls pulse with need, and soon you're cumming all over his thick cock. Your hips struggle against his grip as you're entirely fucked out. Your orgasm takes over completely, and you're hardly coherent when Alex plants his feet and slides in balls deep inside you to fill you up with his load. It's hot white spurts that spill out of your sloppy hole, and you're clinging to Alex fiercely as you struggle to roll your eyes back to the center and calm your erratic breathing.
Alex holds you firmly, and a soft whimper echoes as his softening cock slips out of you. You've made such a mess of his bed, of dark gray and black sheets now stained with your arousal, you'd solidly marked him and his room. He pulls you closer by your waist and gently kisses the smooth curve of your shoulder and arm. "That was fucking amazing; you did so good for me."
The blush on your cheeks is inescapable. "Thank you, that was really nice. You felt good."
Your hand rubs his peck, and Alex smiles warmly at you, his hand stroking the small of your back as the two of you gaze at each other in fondness. Then, a magnetic pull draws you together into a searing kiss. You both snuggle further into the sheets, lost in the realm of kisses and touches.
Neither of you talk about how you’ve definitely crossed the line from neighbor to lover, but Alex pulls you close in the morning sunlight to kiss at the curve of your shoulder. “Good morning.”
His voice is deep and scratchy, you can’t help but press your ass against his morning wood with a smirk. “Good morning to you, too.”
“You tease,” and Alex is tackling you to the bed and burying you in a flurry of kisses and soft moans. You taste so good, he can’t get enough of you. He has to devour you whole, after all, he’s been waiting for you.
Guys I got a confession…..I really want to see quackity fight at the velada. Like I keep day dreaming of it and how hot it will be to see him beat some guy up. It’s just I don’t know, I really want to see him fight. Like I’m literally manifesting that he will fight in it someday. Please tell me I’m not the only one who wants it.
no bc imagine how hot he would look all sweaty and out of breath,,, not to mention the possibility of him being painted beautifully with blood??? idk, are we sadistic creeps? perhaps😔
i thought your pregnant y/n x alex was so cute… but what about smut? i feel like alex would worship the hell out of his pregnant girlfriend, ESPECIALLY in bed teeheee XD
prompt: alex and his pregnant girlfriend hcs/smut
warning: smut!!!!
alex would always ask you if you’re comfortable, how you’re feeling, etc
he definitely would constantly cook and make sure your pregnancy cravings are satisfied
he would drive you everywhere, even though he did that since you started dating
he would also open doors for you, clean the house, cook for you, all while he practically forced you to nap
he would want to make sure you are always well rested
he also would give you prenatal vitamins and make a bunch of healthy snacks for you and the baby
he for sure would be completely turned on by the fact that you’re pregnant,
in fact, he would be completely at your service 24/7, especially during sexy time
he also did loads of research on if sex would hurt the baby
but either way, he would be so very gentle and loving to you in bed
i think when it came to sex with his pregnant gf, it’d be something like this;
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you were more than halfway through your pregnancy. your belly was starting to show a lot more and alex loved it.
you were sitting on your couch, watching some new show you found on netflix. alex finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner and he sat next to you.
“hi love, how are you feeling?”
“my back still hurts from the baby but i’m okay” you said as your boyfriend put his arm around you, lightly rubbing a shoulder
“you’re real tense, here, come and sit in front of me”
you situated yourself in between alex’s legs and relaxed at his touch
he began to rub the muscles on your back, making sure to soothe the tension. you couldn’t help but let out soft moans from his massaging. he smiled and kissed your neck softly
“you’re so beautiful like this” he whispered
you smiled at him and he continued to rub your shoulders. your little whimpers and sighs were making alex rut up against your ass. you felt him harden against you.
“i’ve been a good boy, don’t you think?” he said innocently, running a hand along your belly
“i’ve been,” he kisses your jaw “such a good boy..” then he makes his way to your mouth
“please mami, i promise i’ll take care of you”
your breath was caught in your throat
alex laid you down onto the couch the two of you were sat on and he gently hovered over you
“just let me please you…” he whispered before kissing down your neck and stopping at your breasts
he removed your shirt and bra and stared at you in awe before getting back to work
his tongue drew slow circles around your sensitive nipple while your other was tended to by his soft fingers
you felt yourself getting more and more wet as he switched sides and continued to suck eagerly at your tits
he stopped pawing at your breast and moved his hands to undress your bottom half
you were completely naked and almost sobbing at the loss of contact
alex looked at you as if you were a piece of art, because to him you were
you made grabby hands at him and he chuckled as you pulled him against your lips for a while longer. after he pulled away, he propped your legs up to give him access to your heat
once again, his tongue got to work, swirling and sucking on every little part of your pussy. you felt yourself getting closer and alex knew it too and so he stopped abruptly
he pulled his clothing off and held himself in his hand
“look at what you do to me…” he whimpered as he pulled at himself lazily
he then positioned himself near your entrance, pulling your body closer to him. you both gasped as he slowly entered you
“f-fuck… you feel— mmf” he whimpered as you clenched your gummy wet walls around him
“hey, you dont have to be so gentle, okay? i promise you won’t hurt me” you stopped his movements and looked at him with sincerity in your eyes
“please let me know if we need to stop…” he shakily began to fasten his pace
you were in complete bliss as his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you
“right fucking there!” you practically screamed out
he pulled you impossibly closer, holding your hips at an angle and fucked into you. your eyes rolled back into your head and your hands instinctively gripped the couch cushions
you quickly shoved him down onto the couch and sat yourself onto his leaking dick
“fuck, this is what got you pregnant in the first place. you’re so sexy y/n” he grunted out, and all you could do was moan out for him to shut the fuck up and go deeper
“deeper? like this, hm? want me to give you another baby?” he was holding your hips, pounding into you relentlessly now
“cum all over me, mami, show me how much you love your good boy” he was begging now and you couldn’t even speak as your climax washed over your entire body
you shook as you came down from your high and got off of alex, kneeling down on the floor before placing his cock on your tongue. you jerked him off expertly and with one more flick of your wrist, he painted your face like a god damn monet
“fuck, y/n.. we’re seriously going to have to consider a vasectomy because i don’t think i’ll ever stop fucking you and i as much as i love kids, i can’t afford a million babies” he laughed, helping you up from the floor
“shut up and run us a bath” you rolled your eyes playfully
“a tus ordenes, princesa” he said with a salute and you smiled, shaking your head
