ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Chocolate (Drabble)

warnings: smut

for your weekly date night with alex, you decide to prepare something very special this time. one of your friends told you about some aphrodisiac chocolate she had found online, and sent you the link since you were fairly interested in the topic.

so you order some of it to try, not thinking it would show any effect whatsoever, but out of pure curiosity.

once it arrives, you melt the chocolate and make some truffles with it, placing them neatly on a serving dish on the kitchen island.

alex promised to cook a three-course-meal for you, since you both had been busy with work and he said he wants to spoil you.

dinner is lovely, alex obviously made a great effort selecting special ingredients, paired with decadent wine and even champagne for dessert.

"oh, i made something," you then say excitedly, getting up under alex's observant gaze to get the truffles. you set them on the table and find your seat again, your eyes finding alex's.

"you made these? they look so professional!" he praises with an acknowledging smile.

"i did," you reply simply. you are not going to tell him about the special type of chocolate you used, in case some kind of placebo effect would kick in. you would just sit back and watch alex's behaviour any if anything changes.

the two of you devour the truffles one by one, both humming at the taste. they're delicious you have to admit, and alex also admires your skills.

you watch as he licks some leftover chocolate from his thumb, already feeling heat rising in your stomach. the way his lips wrap around his finger makes you feel things... it's strange, you can't tear your eyes away from it.

"like what you see?" alex chuckles, and his deep, husky voice grounds you back to the room.

"mhm," is all you can reply as you subtly shake your head. is the chocolate working?

you're happy alex's wine glass is empty- it gives you a reason to stand up from the table to pour him some more. the sounds of the blood red liquid filling up the glass almost sounds as if...

stop. just stop.

you watch as alex slowly rises from his chair. he walks over to the record player in the corner of the room and puts on a christmas vinyl- fairytale of new york- his favourite.

you carry the now full wine glass over to the table and set it down carefully. you almost shriek then, because alex stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist while his chin is resting on your shoulder.

"i love you," he murmurs into your hair, his breath tickling your neck. his cologne surrounds you and almost makes you dizzy, and a soft sigh escapes your lips.

you turn around in his arms to face him, "i love you too, my al."

alex's hands squeeze your waist, "you're very tempting, you know that?"

you blush, his gaze is too intense, your mind too fuzzy already.

suddenly, alex lifts you up and places you on the dining table- luckily it's solid enough to carry your weight. there's no doubt the chocolate is indeed having some kind of effect on you both- alex wouldn't do such a thing when all the dishes are still on the table and the curtains are open. your neighbours could literally see what's going on on full display.

he's standing in between your legs, half-hard cock already pressing into your clothed cunt. this, too, is a telltale sign something unusual is happening. normally it takes alex more kissing and foreplay to get hard.