Kinktober: Alex/Maggie One-Shots

Day 1: Shower Sex

Day 1: Shower Sex

Steam filled the bathroom, curling lazily around the ceiling as the hot water cascaded from the showerhead, the sound of it splashing against the tiles blending with the quiet hum of the bathroom fan. Alex stood under the spray, her hands smoothing her hair back, eyes closed as she tried to focus on the long day ahead. She had to get to the studio, had a million things on her schedule, and the last thing she needed was a distraction.

But, of course, Maggie Brener was the embodiment of distraction.

The door to the shower creaked open, and before Alex could even open her eyes, she felt the cool rush of air as Maggie stepped into the warm confines of the shower, her presence immediately commanding the space.

"Maggie," Alex groaned, opening her eyes to see Maggie's familiar, mischievous smirk. She was completely naked, her skin already slickening under the water, and she looked every bit like someone who had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

"I don't have time for this today," Alex added, trying to inject some firmness into her voice, but even as she spoke, her resolve was wavering. Maggie had that effect on her—turning her carefully planned day into an afterthought.

Maggie's smirk only widened as she stepped closer, her body pressing up against Alex's in one fluid motion, the slickness of their wet skin melding together. "You always say that," Maggie whispered, her voice low and teasing, her lips brushing against Alex's ear. "But we both know you're going to make time."

Alex's breath hitched, her back pressing against the cold tile wall as Maggie's body pinned her in place. "I have to be at the studio," Alex insisted, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Maggie's hands were already sliding down Alex's sides, her fingers grazing her hips, moving with deliberate slowness. "The studio can wait. You can't."

Alex swallowed hard, her heartbeat quickening as Maggie's hands roamed lower. She was supposed to be in control. She was always in control. But Maggie had a way of stripping that from her, making her want to give in, making her need.

The hot water beat down on them both, the warmth contrasting with the chill of the tiled wall against Alex's back. Maggie's lips hovered just over Alex's mouth, teasingly close, but not touching. "You're not going anywhere until I say so," Maggie murmured.

Alex's body reacted despite herself, the heat from the water and from Maggie's proximity stirring something deep inside her. Her legs parted instinctively, her mind screaming at her to resist, but her body was already betraying her.

"I don't have time," Alex repeated weakly, her hands coming up to push Maggie away, but it was half-hearted at best. Her palms pressed against Maggie's chest, but they didn't push—they lingered.

Maggie smiled, knowing she had already won. She leaned in closer, her lips finally meeting Alex's in a slow, heated kiss that left Alex breathless. Maggie's mouth was soft, but the kiss was anything but. It was demanding, controlling, pulling Alex further into the haze of desire.

"Maggie," Alex gasped, breaking the kiss, her hands gripping Maggie's shoulders now, her fingers digging into the slick, wet skin. "I—"

"You'll go when I'm done with you," Maggie cut her off, her voice dark and full of promise. Her hands slid lower, over Alex's thighs, parting them further, her fingers brushing teasingly close to where Alex wanted them most but not quite touching yet.

The teasing was unbearable. The feel of Maggie's breath on her neck, the way the water cascaded down their bodies, making every touch more intense—it was all driving Alex to the brink. Her body was already on fire, every nerve alight with anticipation, and Maggie hadn't even begun.