ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Just One Night

Warnings: oral (both receiving)/ face-fucking, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, cockwarming, swearing, feelings

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Nobody could ever deny the chemistry between you and him. Not you, not him, not the people around you. Yet, it wasn't right, and everybody knew. You, him, the people around you.

Tonight all the pent-up sexual energy, the forbidden tension, reached its peak. One drink led to another led to the both of you exchanging knowing, daring looks all night. Now, you are sitting in the backseat of a taxi, the driver taking you and him to your apartment.

The type of kisses where teeth collide.

As soon as the door of the taxi closed, you were all over each other, which is a bit embarrassing, and definitely uncomfortable for the driver, but you couldn't keep your hands and mouths off of each other for any longer.

Tongues, teeth, hands- entangled in a messy frenzy of quiet moans and gasps on a backseat of a taxi in the middle of the bustling night. Like two horny teenagers.

Once you're inside your apartment, hidden from prying eyes, the kisses continue.

"This is wrong," you gasp between kisses, too weak to push him away or show any sort of indication to stop. Because you don't want to stop.

"So wrong," Alex agrees, his hands grabbing your clothes, pulling them off you in a hurried manner, he just wants to see you naked and needy for him- he's way too desperate to stop. Because he doesn't want to stop.

You barely make it to your bed, items of clothing are discarded on your way there, so when your back finally hits the mattress, you're left in your underwear. Alex's hungry eyes are taking in each inch of you, the dark glow in his eyes almost makes your breath hitch in your throat. Your gaze wanders over his toned chest, his abdomen, down to the tent in his boxers. Quite clearly, you can see the outlines of his straining, hard cock. A dark patch is visible where his tip lies, oozing pre-cum into the black fabric. It makes you even wetter.

Alex thinks he's never seen something, someone, so arousing in a long time. The way your chest is rising and falling with each breath, goosebumps erupting all over your skin every time he lays a teasing finger on you.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he rasps, his voice even lower than usual. It makes your blood run cold.

You stretch out your hands and he understands, lying between your spread legs and supporting his weight on his elbows on either side of your shoulders. He's trapping you, caging you in, making damn sure you're not escaping anytime soon.

He kisses and nibbles on your ear, and your eyes roll back when you feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin. His tongue trails down your neck before he gently bites your collarbone, grinding his painfully hard cock against your clothed core. You gasp, the friction heavenly and insufficient at the same time. You want more of him. All of him.

Alex wastes no time in almost ripping your lace bra off you, carelessly throwing it away. He lets out a soft gasp at the sight of your boobs, your nipples hard and pointed, practically begging for him to put his mouth on them. His calloused hands knead the soft flesh, thumbs flicking over your nipples. His kisses wander down your chest and you press your thighs together around his small waist as he starts sucking your nipple. Alex groans, flicking his tongue over the bud, looking up at you in the process. The look on your face has his cock twitching in his pants, growing harder and angrier by the second.

"Wanna taste you," he mumbles, lapping at your salty skin and relishing the taste on his eager tongue. But he needs more. He needs his tongue buried between your folds, he needs to hear you moan his name and gasp in pleasure.