ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

In The Kitchen Pt. 2 (Drabble)

warnings: fingering and oral (both f receiving), unprotected sex, use of toys, edging/ orgasm denial

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alex has not said a word to you since your comment. all you got from him was a cold shoulder, not even a glance in your direction. 

so now you're sitting at the dining table across from him- he saved everything that wasn't burnt and even cooked some extra pasta. 

you feel a bit bad for making him ruin the food, so you slide your foot up his leg under the table to tease a reaction out of him.

"don't," he mutters, not looking up from his plate, "i expect you in the bedroom after dinner. naked and on your knees."

you can't lie, the prospect excites you more than it should. yet, you feel like you owe him an apology.

"'m sorry the food is burnt, love, i really am."

"that's not gonna help you, but thanks."

*

twenty minutes later, you find your spot beside the bed, as requested, naked and on your knees. you're wondering what he's got planned for you tonight. his earlier  announcement of maybe making you cum after dinner is now certainly not an option anymore.

you see him enter the room, and you're already fidgety and wet, some of his cum from fucking you ealier still sticky on your skin, mixing with your own arousal.

alex sighs, standing in front of you, his crotch at eye level, "what to do with you?"

you look up at him through your lashes and lick your lips. you're not supposed to talk- it's most likely gonna get you in even more trouble. 

"hm," alex walks around you, "could fuck your face... or how about a little spanking? or... oh! i know."

you hear him rummage through the beside table drawer. 

"stand up," he orders, "hands behind your back."

you do as you're told, biting your lip. alex ties your wrists together behind your back with something soft. it's tight but not painful.

"now lay down on your stomach. ass up."

you position yourself on the bed as instructed, and it's a little uncomfortable you have to admit, since you don't have your hands to support you. your face is squished into the pillow as your ass and pussy are on full display for him. 

the bed dips behind you and something circles your entrance. guessing from the sensation it must be his fingers. he pushes at least two of them inside you, not all the way, and you supress a moan. but, alex must've heard and withdraws his fingers.

"shush. i don't wanna hear a single noise."

you bite your lip and nod into the bedding, your eyes rolling back when he pushes his fingers back inside your wet cunt. they're strectching you out, and it feels fucking good. alex doesn't move them, though. he just leaves them inside you and suddenly you hear a whirring noise. the next second he places a vibrator on your clit, causing you to jolt. you're already aching and sensitive and he bloody knows, and you know he will take advantage of it.

"you're not gonna cum until i say so, understood?"

"yes."

"yes, who?"

"yes daddy."

he edges you. he keeps the toy on your clit and his fingers knuckles-deep inside you, pleasuring and torturing you at the same time. he's using his fingers to know when you're close, feel when you're beginning to get tighter. then, he removes the vibrator. he does that four times, until you're a panting, sweating mess beneath him. 

you want to beg, to make an offer, to apologise, you wanna do anything to make him let you cum. anything. being denied the sweet pleasure four times in a row is torture. 

"look at you, making a mess," alex chuckles, probably referring to your arousal coating his fingers, "you wanna cum?"

"please. daddy, please. i can't take it anymore."

"well, you've been a good girl and took your punishment well. i think you deserve a reward."

a sigh leaves your chest, followed by a needy whimper when alex withdraws his fingers from your throbbing hole.

"lay down. wanna cum on daddy's tongue?"

what a question.

after untying your aching wrists, alex eats you out perfectly. just the way you like it, swirling and sucking and kitten-licking your cunt until you cum on his face, your back arching off the bed, crying out his name. your orgasm is ten times more intense than normal, thanks to the edging. 

when you're lying on the bed, trying to catch your breath, alex undresses in front of you.

"need to fuck that tight little cunt now. god, i want nothing more."

he fucks you fast and hard, sucking marks into your neck and collarbone. the sensation is eye-watering after your intense climax, you feel him so deep, feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he pounds into you over and over, whispering in your ear.

"taking me so well, sweetheart, wanna make sure you can't sit down properly for a couple days."

a few thrusts and he cums inside you, painting your fluttering walls with his sticky seed. he groans into your ear, his voice all deep and raspy.

"fuck."

he then spoils you with some aftercare- wiping you clean and handing you a glass of water before laying down and pulling you to his chest. he sighs in content.

"are you still mad at me?" you pout, and he looks at you.

"no, love. but don't make me ruin dinner again, i mean it."

"promise."