ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Magical Hands (Drabble)

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, praising, soft!dom al

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sitting there on the comfy sofa, focused on his task, alex looks almost otherwordly. his hair is falling into his face in messy strands because he's looking down on the chords he's playing. one hand on the neck of the acoustic guitar, holding it gently, the other one strumming at the body, his fingers dancing delicately over the thin chords. his lips are in a pout as he plays, which only changes when he sings the words to the songs you requested him to play. the slow songs. #1 party anthem, piledriver walz, cornerstone.

you don't know where to look. at his face? his beautiful, angelic face? or his hands? how his left one holds the guitar like something fragile, while the other shows how skilled it is playing all those lovely tunes?

you choose the latter.

and while you're in your head a bit, you start thinking. about... things. of things his hands could do to you. of ways they could pleasure you. like, how his hand would feel wrapped around your throat while he studies your face for a reaction. how his thick fingers would travel from your neck down your chest, pinching your nipples through your shirt. how they would skillfully slip beneath the waistband of your trousers, seeking the warmth and wetness between your legs, teasing you. you imagine the groan he'd let out when he feels how slick your folds are. how his fingers would be able to enter you without any resistance, just sliding in. sliding out. curl-

'are you okay? you look a little-' alex's deep voice startles you a bit and meanly steals your daydream from you.

'i'm fine!' you blurt out, too fast that's for sure, and you instantly feel your cheeks heating up like mad. like a tomato.

alex chuckles, 'you seemed to be somewhere else, love.'

you gulp. you don't know what to say.

alex notices your flushed cheeks and how you shuffle and squirm in your seat. gently, he places his guitar on the floor so it's leaning against the sofa.

'c'mere.'

you bite your lip, the sudden nervousness making it harder to move your limbs and actually go over to him. hesitating a bit, you finally manage to get up and sit beside him.

alex tuts, 'no. on my lap.'

his dominant demeanour only causes your pulse to quicken more, but you oblige, slowly climbing into his lap, straddling him.

'that's it,' he hums, his hands finding your hips, 'what were you daydreaming about, hm?'

you look down, 'i... i wasn't...'

'i could see you getting all flustered, sweetheart. tell me.' alex coaxes, his thumbs drawing circles on the skin of your lower back under your shirt now.

you sigh, 'i was looking at your hands and... they look so... sexy.'

'oh yeah?' alex smirks. he places a finger under your chin so you're looking at him.

you nod in response, looking into his deep brown eyes. they look darker than usual, almost possessive.

'were you thinkin' about me touching you?'

'yeah..'

'where?' his hand cups your cheek while he traces a finger down your chest between your breasts with the other hand, all the way down to the waistband of your jeans. his finger hooks into the material and tugs a little, 'here?'

you gasp, and he takes that as a yes.

before you know it, your jeans are discarded and you're riding his fingers. he's shoved your panties to the side and filled you up with two of his thick fingers, knuckles deep, while his thumb rubs your clit. he curls his fingers to stimulate that spot inside you and he finds it so quickly, you're whining and moaning in his lap, clinging onto his t-shirt for dear life. he watches you, mesmerised, a slight smirk playing on his lips, as you ride yourself closer to release. you can feel it approaching, and alex's filthy words only add to the sensation tenfold.

'look at you, riding my fingers so good.'

'you're so wet, love, i bet you're creaming all over me hand.'

'cum for me, clench around me fingers, i wanna feel it.'

and you do. you let out a loud, drawn-out moan as your orgasm hits you, deep and intense, squeezing his fingers, sucking them further into your greedy cunt.

'good girl,' alex hums as you ride out your high, quite literally, 'cumming on me hand like that. fuck.'

you're a panting, gasping mess in his lap, basking in the aftermath of your climax with your face buried in his neck and his fingers still inside you. he chuckles as your pussy clenches around him once more.

'th-thank you,' you whisper into his neck, your mouth dry.

'no need to thank me, sweetheart,' he coos, curling his fingers inside your sensitive walls again. it makes you squirm.

'can you take more?' he wants to know, and gently grabs your chin so you look at him. he can only smile at your flushed expression.

'more?'

'mhm. i'd like to fuck you know, if that's okay.'

of course it is, and alex makes damn sure you'll feel him tomorrow. and the day after.