ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

In The Kitchen (Drabble)

warnings: smut

so you're coming home from work one day, the smell of food boiling on the stove luring you inside. yet, you want to freshen up first, so you quickly change into something more comfortable before you join alex in the kitchen.

he greets you happily, looking so proud of himself for coming up with some fancy recipe, and so far, everything is looking good.

"what're you making, handsome?" you ask and lean in to kiss his lips. to get a better view, you hop onto the kitchen counter and peer into the pans and bowls on the stove.

alex tells you some french words you don't know to describe the dish and you shrug, pretty sure that it's gonna taste heavenly just telling from the way it looks and smells.

"here baby, try this," he grabs a piece of potato and holds it close to your mouth for you to try. you let him feed you with it and groan at the taste.

"what do you reckon?" he wants to know, and you nod appreciatively in order to tell him that it tastes wonderful. though, when he is just about to take his hand back, you stop him.

"wait." there's some sauce on the side of his hand and you don't hesiate to lick it off. but you're not done once it's clean, you take advantage of the situation and push two of his fingers past your lips and into your mouth. you make a show of sucking his fingers along with moving your tongue around them sensually and he groans, shooting you a warning glance. a glance you have seen multiple times before, either when you were teasing him with your hand on his thigh on a night out, or that one time you were in the car and you felt the sudden urge to suck his cock while he was driving. you should know by now what that look means. it means trouble.

you don't stop though, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your mouth and his reaction too much. just as you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, he pulls his hand away.

"love," he warns, with words this time, "stop."

"why?"

"i'm cooking and you know i'm holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don't push your luck."

but of course, you do want to push your luck.

so you step in front of him and smirk when you see the growing bulge in his trousers.

he looks at you, his hand around the spatula he's holding grabs the item tighter and he nods slowly, a low chuckle vibrating from his chest.

you pout, your fingers are dancing over the tightening material of his jeans, "would be such a shame if we wasted this, wouldn't it?"

alex growls and throws the spatula away. he grabs your hips and pushes you against the counter and yanks your trousers and panties down in one movement.

"naughty little girl," he mutters, and you hear the zip of his jeans and how they fall to the floor, "you know what happens when you misbehave."

you moan when his hand lands a firm smack on your bum. he slides it between your legs and pushes two fingers into you without a warning. he groans at how wet you are already.

"what's gotten you so fucking wet? Hm?"

you can't form a coherent thought as he keeps fingering you, he's loving the way you clench around his fingers with each pump and thrust and curl, your sweet whines and moans. but there's only so much he can take. he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his thick cock, then starts pounding into you relentlessly. you scream, searching for something to hold on to, but there is nothing within reach.

"al, please!"

"stay put and take it. stop being a brat," he threatens and you unintentionally clench around him.

he's fucking you fast and hard, chasing his climax by thrusting into you over and over and over. alex angles his hips to make you feel him even deeper, so deep you feel him in your stomach, and your skin prickles deliciously.

after a few more thrusts he cums inside you, moaning, clawing at your hips, painting your walls with his release.

"fuuuuuck."

he pulls out and steps back, admiring the way his cum dribbles out of your cunt, running down your legs. the sight alone could make him hard again already. alex bends down and grabs your knickers to stuff them into the back pocket of his jeans once he's pulled them back up.

not remotely satisfied, you pick your chest off the counter and turn around. alex's eyes find yours.

"be a good girl and get dressed," he says and gives his attention back to the food. some of it is burnt and he sighs.

"did you take my panties?"

he nods, "you can have them back later, maybe. now i need to attend this fucking mess and you can sit down and think about what you've done while my cum is running out of you, staining your trousers. and perhaps i'm gonna make you cum after dinner, if you behave, that is. how about that, hm?"

you grab your trousers from the floor and put them back on, alex's cum sticky between your folds and on your thighs. pouting, you nod, and float past him, not without kissing his cheek.

"this is ruined," alex mutters, and you do feel a little sorry for him and the food, yet you can't help but tease.

so, you purr over your shoulder, "well, it's not my fault you've got no self control."

alex's head snaps in your direction and he gives you a much more serious look than before. his jaw is tightly clenched, so are his fists.

you're going to be in so much trouble.