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carefulignorantghost · 30 days ago

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the shutterbugs

because it lasts forever

part 1

warnings: very smutty, very fluffy, slight slapping, chow town, blowie vill, piv palace, flash warning, recording warning

word count: 4k

You're standing in front of the produce, strawberries to be specific. One hand on the small shopping cart, the other on your chin. You're contemplating the strawberries. They aren't in season but they look perfectly sculpted, painted in a daunting red, designed to grab your eyes.

Then you hear the click. There he is. Alex. His tiny camera sitting in his hand. His brown leather jacket crinkles as he drops the camera down from his eyes, revealing his face. He plays the shy innocent card—bashful smile with those enamored brown eyes staring straight at you.

You giggle at the familiar sight. "God, you're like glorified paparazzi. You never leave me alone with that thing." You swat your hand at him and gaze back upon the strawberries.

He comes closer to you, one of his hands landing on your shoulder. "How could I?" He lands a kiss upon your cheek, gentle and soft.

You lift a carton, examining it. "Should I get strawberries?"

He pulls back, landing a hand on the small of your back. "Get whatever you want, love."

"I don't know if it'll be a waste of money." You tilt them in your hand trying to decide. It's easy for him to get lost in you in moments like this. That's why he takes pictures of all these little things. You make everything seem fun. The idea of the grocery store is a joy to you and something that was such a pain in his day, you make an adventure out of it, not only with his photography but with your behavior.

"All eat 'em if you don't like 'em, so get 'em," Alex insists.

You hum, tapping your chin before exclaiming your decision, "Okay!" You place them in the cart and start your stroll again. He lags behind to capture a picture. "Alex," you whine, "don't make me do all the work."

He snaps a shot of your frustrated face—nose wrinkled up, hand on your hip—before putting the camera away and taking over for you by pushing the cart.

Things came easily in your relationship. He felt it was something you both just relaxed into the inevitability. In other relationships, this would have caused him trouble. He’s been called uncommunicative and taciturn for a time or twenty—something inherited from being a natural perceiver hidden behind the camera.

But this time was different. It was like a puzzle piece had fallen into place. Part of him slotted into part of you and that missing gap was no more. Maybe he’s becoming soppy, he’s been accused of that by some, including you—though that is more a teasing flirt than ridicule.

He doesn’t mind. He takes it all with a shrug of his shoulders like yeah, no shit, how can you not be in love with her?

Alex finds it weird that you, as a model, think having pictures of yourself is egotistical. He won’t pride himself and say he’s the greatest photographer of all time and he doesn’t have an altar dedicated to his work but he thinks homes are supposed to have pictures of loved ones. He reasons you’re a loved one so he should have pictures of you. He tries to convince you of this when you’re moving in.

You refuse every picture. He scrolls through each one trying to get you on his side. You shake your head at each one. There are the grocery shopping photos. There are the photos of you by the ocean wearing only bottoms (fair enough, if your parents ever visit). There’s one of you doing laundry, pissed off he was getting in your way. There’s the one when you painted his bedroom walls.

You told him no person should have stark white walls. It makes you insane and the walls get super dirty. So, you painted them yellow with a bandana tying your hair back and a sunshine smile on your face. He asked you to move in that day.

“I’d like to have you around more often,” he said, standing on the ladder, perfecting the lines between the wall and the ceiling.

You giggled. “But I’m here all the time already.”

“Maybe you could live here all the time,” he offered plainly.

So, now there’s your clothes next to his clothes and way too many shoes on the rack and you have this weird powder you put in all your drinks that makes the water green. He had a taste of it once and almost vomited. But he sees that shade of green everywhere now because he thinks of you everywhere now. He likes the sight of your body next to his body.

The bed is warmer now and his house is starting to gain personality now, covered in colour and books and artwork, no longer looking like an asylum’s padded room. The world just seems to brighten up. He always found that to be cheesy, the way those people who aren’t in love roll their eyes when someone gushes, but he gets it now. As if the world was blurry and you’ve shifted it into focus.

Sometimes he feels crazy. He desires you violently. It’s kind of his every waking thought and he knows that’s crazy because it makes his heart beat really quickly and he’s aroused by just the thought of you. That’s certifiable.

But then one time you straddled him in the morning. He had just woken up, barely had enough time to open his eyes before you were all over him. He never considered that he may want him this intensely too. Enough to crawl all over him during your first wink of the day. You’re uncontrollable. You’re licking up his body and you’re making him feel like he’s dead and you are the gates of heaven, slowly opening to him.

He reaches down in between the two front gates, runs his fingers through you. He brings it back up to his mouth just to taste it because he’s never tasted something quite so sweet. “They should make that into a lollipop,” he says.

“Shut up.” You hit his chest and he can tell you’re hungry for it. You would usually laugh at something like that but you’re horny, rubbing your cunt along his thigh, soaking your wetness on him.

He puts his hands on your hips and stops your movement. He has you groaning and writhing against his hold. He’s hungry too but it’s nice to see you starve. “I was gonna give you a blowjob,” you say, “now I’m not so sure.”

Alex pouts. “You don’t behave well enough to give me a blowjob.”

You lean over him, your hair making a curtain around the two of you. “What do I behave well enough for?” Fuck. You’re whispering seductively, your breathing making love to his breathing, and it’s unfair when you have a voice like that. “What? Are you going to spank me?”

No, he doesn’t have the nerve for that. He doesn’t ever want you to hurt, even if you ask for it. Also, he thinks he’d be bad at it. Like it would be too soft or too half-hearted or he would rather fuck you within an inch of your life than smack you around. Fucking you sounds really fucking nice.

“Do you want to spank me?” He counters.

You straighten and laugh at him. It’s ruthless but he likes the feeling. You sober when you see his face. “Wait. Are you serious?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. Hit me.”

You giggle nervously. “Like on the ass?”

“Wherever you want.” He does mind pain if it gives you pleasure.

You scoot down so you’re sitting on his thighs. “What if I kick you in the balls?”

He blushes and chuckles. “If you want, I would like to still have working function of my dick and I think you would too.”

You put your hand on his cock over his boxers. You press down on it placing pressure but not hurting him. “I wouldn’t kick you that hard.”

“I’ve seen you work out. I think I’d have to get a new set.”

You tilt your head back in laughter. Then, you pounce, laying your mouth on him, covering yourself over him. You kiss his bare chest, a straight line down from his Adam’s apple to his pubic mound. You bite into the waistband of his boxers, teething on them. Then, you drag until he pops out.

You sit up again. “Should you roll over now so I can smack you?” You’re touching your lips together to reduce giggles.

“Don’t make fun of me. It’s natural sexual desire.”

“I’m not making fun of you.” Despite the insistence, your laughter bubbles up. “Swear.”

“Uh-huh,” he sounds. He can barely be heard over you losing it.

To hell with this, he thinks. He lifts his hips and rolls until you’re on your back and unable to breathe because of the shock. “I could blow air on you and you’d fall over,” he says.

You smirk. “I’m already laying down.”

He groans and ground his head into your stomach. It would be annoying if you weren’t so cute.

His mouth is right there, kissing just above your clit. He would tease you if he wasn’t voracious. He sticks his tongue in and you crack almost instantly. Hands to the roots of his hair, yanking as if to scalp him. It hurts and he loves it because it’s a sign of your uncontrollable gratification.

“Higher,” you command, so he goes higher. He sucks right on the clit, pucker his lips out to tweak it, to put his tongue on it, to turn it in his mouth. He goes harder with each of your moans.

Alex traces his fingers up your leg until he reaches the middle of you. He runs his fingers through and then pushes in, fucks you with his fingers because he wants to be soaked by you. He wants his fingers to prune with the taste of you.

You wanted more and now you think you asked for too much. It’s overwhelming and you’re beat red and you just woke up but you’ve never felt more exhausted in your life. But you don’t want him to stop. You want to dissolve into his hands.

You weren’t inexperienced when you met him but you were young and you had never felt lovemaking like this before. Sex was something to make guys like you. Sex was to make babies. Sex was something to fake your way through in the hopes of maybe, one day, that boyfriend will figure out how to make a girl cum.

Men are more appealing when Alex is included with them. Before men were gross, stuffy, stuck-up beings with only a handful of good ones that were either taken or related. You wake up smiling every day because you realize you’re one of the people you used to be jealous of. You’re consumed by the idea people look at you guys together and are green with envy. He’s one of the taken ones now and he’s taken by you.

And then you cum and it all goes white, those thoughts in your head. It’s the only time in your life when you don’t think it all. And then you spend the rest of your day replaying it in your head. You knew orgasms were good but you understand now why all guys think about is sex because it feels like that’s all you think about now too.

When you can see again, he’s lying on top of you, brushing your hair off of your face. He’s smiling and not in the pride way, but in the plain old happy way. Because making a woman cum isn’t an achievement for him. He’s never struggled with you and you doubt he’s ever struggled much since he figured out where a woman’s clitoris is.

The urge suddenly possesses you because the thought has been ticking in your head since he mentioned it. You slap him. Clearly across the face. It barely makes a noise but it puts a red mark on his face. He squints his eyes and shakes his head before he’s able to process everything.

You’re laughing below him, clearly sheepish by the action and waiting for his response. He can’t think of anything to say. He didn’t think you’d actually do it and he’s kind of stunned, but, you know, incredibly turned on.

“Do you still want that blowjob?” You ask, a slight blush on your cheeks like you’re a schoolgirl with a crush. He lets out a breathy laugh. You feel the way his stomach rubbles, tickling up against your skin. Sometimes you’d like to rip him limb from limb, other times, you’d like to just stare at his softness.

He rubs his nose against yours, his mouth hovering over yours. “You can if you like. I won’t object.” He’s kissing you gently like a cushion for your soul to rest on.

You nudge him to signal him to roll off of you. When he’s on his back, you assume your previous position straddling his legs. You take him in your hand, squeezing him slightly before putting him in your mouth. He’s half-hard. You like the way he feels when he’s soft like you have to work for it. Sometimes you like to feel him when his dick is in its resting position. The slight window into his natural body.

For better or worse, he arouses quickly. You take the compliment and suck him off. You lick his shaft because it always gets him kicking his legs and he’s fighting against your body resting on top of his legs, unintentionally brushing against your pussy.

You kiss his tip, treating him delicately after the harshness inflicted on his face. You want to treat him right and make him squirm from the lightest touch. You mouth your way down his cock and begin to stroke him with one of your hands.

He curls his toes and squeezes his eyes shut, despite how much he wants to look at this. He wants to capture every moment of this. He wants someone to transmit the whole scene into his brain to replay over and over again. He sees why people become sex addicts and he might even be one because he wants to stay buried in this. He pets your hair back before fisting it, cumming, jerking up, and shaking his legs. He can’t help but mutter, “Fuck.”

He opens his eyes and sees you wipe your mouth after taking every drop of him. He tosses his head back. “Fuck.”

You like watching him take pictures. You don’t often get to center in on him because you’re usually the one he’s taking photos of, but every once in a while he’s able to take you with him. You fake being an assistant and sit in his chair and watch him work. You’ll get him a bottle of water to play into the act but other than that you simply watch him.

He leans a certain way depending on how good of a photo he thinks it’ll be. If he’s standing straight up, he hates it. If he’s all the way forward, willing to get on the ground for the photo, he’s completely in love, swooning for the photo (you know from experience that he likes getting on his knees, at least for you).

It’s probably not the smartest thing for you to be on set with him because he’s easily distracted. It’s hard to pull his attention away from the camera but he’s beginning to understand the beauty of his own eyes. It’s much sweeter to look at you than whatever person is before him.

People used to ask him how he didn't fall in love with all these beautiful models. Before you, he had always viewed this as work. He keeps work and pleasure separate. What a fool he was because mixing pleasure with work was the best decision of his life. But nobody else has had that ability. You drive your personality into the photo. Your gaze only turns any picture into art. He thinks whoever said eyes are the windows to the soul was only referring to you. Everyone else is just a model, nothing else.

This doesn’t do well when he’s on a professional photoshoot and he’s distracted every two seconds by you—your laugh, your eyes, your smile, the way you leave to talk to Jerry (because nobody else ever wants to talk to Jerry).

He has two models yell at him for getting distracted but he doesn’t understand how they can blame him. How are they not staring at you?

He’s a fool who should never bring you to work again but can’t bear to leave your side. He has an attachment issue.

Alex gets an idea. This can either be the smartest idea ever or the dumbest one. This one might be the first to lie somewhere in the middle.

“You want to make a sex tape?”

“An artistic film,” he says because he’s a pretentious prick who claims everything you do is art. It’s flattering but sometimes you want to brush your teeth in peace.

“A porno.”

He purses his lips. “An erotic film.”

You furrow your brows. “Do you jerk off to photos of me?”

He stands up and collects your plates from dinner, silently.

You gasp. “You totally do. You perv. I never gave you permission to do that!”

Alex chuckles. “What did you think I was doing with nude photos of you?”

You follow him to the kitchen sink. “Admiring their aesthetic quality.”

“Believe me, your tits are very aesthetically pleasing.”

You smack his arm and walk down the hall.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

You don’t bother to turn back and walk straight to the bedroom. “To prepare for my porno debut.”

The sex tape, or whatever you want to call it, doesn’t happen until the weekend. Alex wants to shoot it on film because he’s a weirdo (he admits it) and you want to get cute lingerie because you're self-absorbed (you admit it). You’re two peas in a pod.

“Are you rolling?” You ask him as he sets up. “Oh, god, that was the most pornographic thing I could have said.”

“Relax,” he commands. You’re on edge, he can tell.

In an effort to put you at ease, he walks over and lies on top of you. He wraps his arms around you and holds you to him. He digs his nose into your neck and breathes you in. He told you once that you smelled like what he imagines clouds smell like and cherries. It puts him at ease and his body in this position calms you. It’s familiar and there’s no reason to be performative.

“Do you ever wish that film could capture smell?” He asks into your skin.

“When there’s cookies on screen, yeah, but what if someone farts or just smells bad?”

He chuckles and looks up at you. His smile is joyous and there’s something about this being for only you—the smile and this film. It makes this idea of his even more interesting because it’s not about sex, it’s about these little in-between moments.

Each move is delicate. He’s always been a smooth lover, even when he’s harsh and raw, his touch is always soft. He parts your legs and drags your underwear down. He takes his shirt off and you unclip your bra. He stands off the bed to take his pants off.

“Film is expensive so we’re gonna have to go quick,” he says. It leaves you cackling and already out of breath.

“That’s up to you. You’re the one who drags things out for so long.”

Alex joins you back in bed. “I can’t help it if I last long.”

You squint. “I didn’t say that. It takes you a long time to make me cum.”

He leans over you, pushing you down against the mattress. “I know that isn’t true.” He moves closer and closer. It would be threatening if his eyes weren’t so swoon-worthy. You want to kiss every inch of his face. You’d give butterfly kisses to his eyelashes. You’d make love to every last inch of him.

He’s fast, but in a controlled manner. His hips meet yours and he lines himself up with your core. He eases in slowly as you engulf his cock. He hums at the wetness and you moan at being open. Sometimes it feels like the first time all over again. Sometimes it feels like you’ve been doing this all your life and you’ll do it for another hundred years. Either way, you don’t mind, both feel this good.

“Should we be loud?” You ask.

Alex smirks. “You’re already loud.”

You roll your eyes. “I mean so the camera can hear us.”

He’s moving in and out of you now. “I don’t think it’ll have a problem hearing us.” He thrusts straight into, knocking your head against the wooden headboard, eliciting a moan from you. He knows every move in the book. He could write a manual on you to fuck you.

You push against his shoulders. “Should we do a sexier position?”

His grin is shit-eating. “Like what?” You’d slap him again if you didn’t think he’d enjoy it so much.

“I don’t know. Should I ride you? Or doggy? What way do you want it?”

“Whatever way you want it.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows. He’s still moving, albeit slowly, but still pleasantly. “I don’t know that’s why I asked you.”

“Alright.” He pulls out of you and it aches. It isn’t right, he should always be there. It feels like a part of you slipped out. He flops onto his back beside you. “Go to work.”

“Facing you or the camera?”

“Me.”

“But the camera won’t be able to see my boobs.”

“But I’ll be able to see your boobs.”

“But does future you want to see my boobs?”

“Every me wants to see your boobs.”

“So, I should face the camera.”

“No, I still want to have sex with you, not the camera.”

You giggle and don’t say anything else. You want to give yourself over to him. The whole point of this was to commit your sex to film not have sex for the film. You sink down onto him and rock against him. It’s quick because you want it to be, not because the amount of film calls for it.

It’s the perfect sight for him. Some people like sunsets or the ocean, he likes your body. He doesn’t care if it’s naked, clothed, or covered by bubbles in the bath, every part of it is poetic. He’s a bit self-conscious about him being on film. He isn’t used to being in front of the camera. But he so desperately wants you committed to filmic memory. He’s terrified one day you’ll leave or he’ll get dementia or amnesia. He wants to remember every second of this.

You arch your back and throw your head back. You’re shaking. His hips buck up, slamming into you, finishing you both off. You land on top of him and this is his favourite part, other than the incomparable act of coming for a man, this is his second favourite. He wraps his arms around you, still inside you, and holds this moment in his arms.

The physical thing will always be better than any photography or piece of film. Only here can he feel your laughter and see your smile and smell that cloudy scent and feel the touch of your delicate, little hands. Only here can he kiss every bit of you while resting inside you. He feels you as you slowly fall asleep. He whispers, “I love you,” only for himself to hear, but you know it just as well as he does.

The film cuts off right around when you straddle him. Something is better than nothing. You can always do it again. Neither of you mind.

a/n: sigh, the long-awaited part 2. is it as good? probably not. but it's the most smut i've written in a while i feel like (two scenes in a fic, very impressive for me as of late, i am no longer a prude). i wrote the first part of this fic back in september and now here we are in march with 3.3k words more. anyway, take a picture, it'll last longer. and someone please take more pictures of alex. please & thank you!

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carefulignorantghost · 6 months ago

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The Night We Met

You see (am era) Alex across from you at the hotel bar. You knew you needed him. And maybe he needed you too.

Warnings: smut, sexual topics, graphic scenes, squirting, oral sex, piv, doggy style, hookup with feelings, flirting, very giggling and kicking your feet type of fanfic

You saw him from across the hotel bar. He had his back against the wall as he sipped his drink.

He was gorgeous with his sharp jawline and chiseled cheekbones. His hair was gelled into a quiff that suited his face perfectly. He was dressed in a white button-up with a leather jacket and black trousers.

You knew you wanted him. You observed him for a few minutes, waiting for a girl to appear at his side.

You decided to walk up to him.

“How are you?” You said, shamelessly checking him out.

He smirked and looked you up and down. “I’m well, thank you. How are you?”

“I’m doing well now that I’m next to you.” You flirted.

He chuckled and leaned in closer. “You’re smooth.” He smiled, looking down at you. “I like it.”

You smirked. “So… what’s your name?” You asked and bit your lip as you glanced him up and down.

“I’m Alex. See something you like?” He laughed softly.

“Yeah… I do. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stepped closer to him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Alex said charmingly.

“You too.” I smile.

“So, you got a boyfriend?” Alex asks, looking away from you, not wanting to see the answer on your face.

“No, I don’t. If I did, I wouldn’t be flirting with you.” You said smoothly.

Alex immediately looks at you, his eyebrows raised.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend. How has no one snatched you up?” Alex looked at you as he spoke.

You laughed. “Not many guys have met my standards.”

“Have I met yours?” He asked with a sparkle in his eyes.

“You have so far, but we’ll see.” You smirked.

Alex smiled back. “So I have a chance?” He said curiously.

“You think you have a chance, huh?” You tested him playfully.

He smirked. “You were checking me out a couple seconds ago, so I’d hope so.” He teased, tilting his head.

“Yeah, what about it?” You smirked back.

He grinned. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” He asked, placing a hand on your hip.

You glance at his hand. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“I like that. You don’t play games, do you?” Alex placed his other hand on your waist.

“No, I don’t have time to.” You said honestly.

“Neither do I… I have to admit, you’re very interesting.” He looked you in the eye.

“Yeah?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah. I want to know more about you.” Alex brushed his hand over your thigh.

“Well, what do you want to know?” You grinned.

“Tell me about yourself. Your career, your hometown. What you like about yourself and what you don’t like.”

You hummed in return.

“I was born in (your hometown) and I work as (your dream job). I like (favorite thing about yourself) and I don’t like (least favorite thing about yourself).” You said. “And what about you? What do you do?” You tilted your head.

Alex looked surprised. “I’m surprised you don’t know. That sounds cocky, sorry.” He laughs. “But I’m the lead singer of the Arctic Monkeys, so quite a few people recognize me and come up to me.” He explained.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh my gosh! I loved your music as a teenager, though I haven’t listened to your last couple albums, let alone seen recent pictures of you and the band. But that’s really cool.” You complimented him.

Alex scratched the back of his head. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re familiar with the band.” He said, smiling before moving his hand to your lower back, nearly touching your ass. “But where were we?”

“You’re still interested even though I once was a fan?” You asked, slightly shocked.

“I don’t mind. You haven’t been weird or disrespectful, so I’m not worried.” He squeezed your waist as a reassurance.

You smiled. “Thank you… Also, did you know you’re quite hot?”

Alex smirked. “A few girls have told me, but I try not to let it get to me head.” He laughed and you smiled.

You moved in closer to him, brushing your hand over his shirt. He moved his hand down to your ass.

“Is this ok, sweetheart?” Alex asked, stopping his hand movements.

“Yeah, it’s better than ok.” You answered, hinting at something more.

“What are you feeling?” Alex probed, wanting to know exactly how you felt.

You bring your mouth up to his ear. “A little excited, a little… aroused.” You whisper.

Alex smirks and pulls you in closer. “Are you now? And why’s that?”

“Cause I’ve got a hot guy in front of me.” You said as you messed up his quiff.

Alex laughed and fixed his hair quickly. “Gotta keep the quiff to impress the lady in front of me.” He teased.

“I think I like it messier. Makes it look like we’ve been having another kind of fun.” You flirted back.

“Oh yeah?” He questioned you amusedly.

“Mhm… So, do you wanna go somewhere a bit more private?” You smoothed his shirt as you gazed into his eyes.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He playfully grinned.

You giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him toward the elevator.

“Let’s go to my room, okay?” You asked and Alex squeezed your hand.

You led him to your hotel room and opened the door with your keycard.

“You ready?” You glance over at Alex before stepping into your room.

“Very ready.” He followed you into the room, letting the door shut behind him.

You immediately take off your heels and start to undress. You pull your dress up over your head, leaving you in your sheer lacy white bralette and your lace thong.

Alex’s breath hitched as he watched you undress.

“God, you’re fucking spectacular.” His eyes stopped at your breasts and then at your panties.

“Thank you.” You smiled sweetly.

Alex leaned closer as his fingers brushed your bralette. “This looks amazing on you, darling.” He said, his fingers drifting over your nipple.

“Thanks.” You respond a bit shyly, which Alex noticed.

“Love, you don’t have to be shy. I mean what I said. You’re gorgeous, darling.” Alex reassured you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You unclasp your bralette, letting the straps fall down. You pull down your bra, showing Alex your breasts.

Alex’s eyes immediately followed your hands, until he saw what he wanted.

“God, you’re so hot…” He groaned out.

You reached for your panties and pulled them down.

“Mmm…” He hummed, leaning back against the wall.

“Let me undress you.” You offered. Your fingers started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his mostly smooth chest. You took his shirt off and placed it on the dresser.

“Is it ok if I go further?” You asked Alex, waiting for any sign to stop.

“Yes, please keep going.” He leaned against the wall.

You unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly.

“Take your shoes off.” You demanded. Alex kicked his boots off to the side and pulled his jeans down.

His boxers were so tight and you could tell he was big.

“May I…?” You pulled on his boxers.

“Yeah.” Alex quickly responded, nodding.

You pulled down his boxers. His cock was red and standing straight out.

“Can I touch you?” You asked. Alex nodded.

You placed a hand around his cock, moving your hand up and down his shaft while your thumb spread his pre-cum around his tip. Alex groaned.

You smirked at Alex before pulling your hand away and reaching for his hand.

You led him to the bed and crawled onto the bed. You placed a pillow under your lower back.

“Are you ready?” Alex asked, as he crawled on top of you, looking into your eyes.

“Yes.” You replied, checking him out once again.

Alex smirked at you. “Can’t resist me, huh?” He tilted his head up.

“I mean…” You licked your lips as you brushed your hand over his back. “How could I? Especially when you look like the guy of my dreams.” You smirked as Alex chuckled.

“The guy of your dreams?” Alex teased.

“I’ll ask you the real question: Am I that girl that you dream of?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Oh, love, you’re better than the girl of my dreams. You’re fucking gorgeous. I never could’ve seen you coming.” Alex said sincerely.

“Well, are you gonna fuck me or not, rockstar?” You questioned, looking at him through your lashes.

“I wanna do more than fuck you. I think I wanna make love to you.” He said seriously, before leaning down to slowly place kisses along your neck.

You moaned at the feeling. Alex pulled away.

“Keep making ‘em pretty little noises, love. I wanna hear you.” He whispered into your ear. He nibbled on your earlobe before moving down to your collarbone.

Alex kissed a path on you until he reached your nipple. He wrapped his lips around you and swirled his tongue, making you moan.

“Fuck, Alex…”

Alex smirked against you before sucking your nipple, eliciting another moan out of you.

He then moved to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment. He pulled away and twisted your nipple.

“Your nipples are so hard for me, my God.” He grinned as he teased you.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. Alex chuckled before he pushed your legs apart. He looked into your eyes, trying to find a sign to stop.

“May I?” He asked.

You nodded before saying, “Yes, go ahead.”

Alex stared at you a moment longer and nestled his head in between your thighs. He licked a stripe up from your hole to your clit. He moaned at the taste of you, sending vibrations through your pussy.

“God, Alex…” You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillow. You felt Alex smirk against you.

His tongue dove into your aching hole, pushing as far as it could go. His nose hit your clit, making you buck up against him. You cried out at the feeling and buried your hands in his gelled quiff, properly messing it up.

Alex continued to swirl his tongue around the inside of your hole. Then he moved back up to your clit, sucking on it, causing it to throb.

“Mmm… You’re so good at this…” You groaned out to him, making him laugh.

He would go from sucking your clit to licking up and down, and everything else he thought of.

You felt the pleasure building up in your stomach; a coil of tension. You bucked into Alex’s face more violently, squeezing your thighs around his head, keeping him where you wanted him.

“Alex, I’m so close.” You whimpered weakly, clenching the sheets.

Alex worked even harder with his tongue. He wanted to feel you crumble underneath him. He needed to feel your orgasm on his tongue. Needed your slick to coat his mouth.

You crept closer and closer to the edge of bliss. You were so close.

As Alex flicked your clit with his tongue, you came. You squirted into his mouth, your pussy clenching. Some of your fluids went in Alex’s mouth, some onto his face, and a lot dripped onto the sheets.

After you came, you lay in pure bliss, panting heavily. But soon you realized what you had done.

You pulled your legs away from Alex., bringing your hands up to your face.

You stared at Alex in horror. His face was covered in your fluids, and he looked a bit surprised as he wiped his face.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I just squirted, didn’t I?” You ranted in a panic, but Alex cut you off.

“Love, it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me at all.” He chuckled. “Really, it’s ok. I was just surprised.”

You uncovered your eyes with your hands. “Really?”

Alex moved next to you and reached for your hands.

“Yes, it’s ok.” He said with tenderness in his eyes.

“I just never squirted before and I thought I just peed on you…” You said quickly, slightly laughing.

Alex laughed at that before wrapping his arms around you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m gonna go wash my face, and then we’ll get back to it, yeah?” He whispered into your ear.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You smiled. Alex squeezed your hands before going to the bathroom. You heard him turn on the sink.

After a minute, Alex walked out of the bathroom and crawled onto the bed.

“So what sounds good to you?” You asked him.

“I mean, I’m down for anything. 69ing, blowjob, doggy style, anything.” He smiled at you.

“Doggy?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Alex smirked.

You sat up on the bed as Alex stood. You stared at his cock nervously.

“You’re really big. I actually don’t know how you’re going to fit.” You laugh a little nervously.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’ll go slow and gentle. Do you have lube? It’ll help.” Alex reached for your hands, trying to comfort you.

“Um, yeah, let me get it.” You said, as Alex grabbed a condom. You walked over to your suitcase and handed the bottle of lube to Alex.

Alex opened the bottle and squirted some into his hands before rubbing it over his covered cock.

Alex handed the bottle back to you. “Thanks.” You poured some lube and applied it to your clit and vulva, and in your pussy. Afterwards, you put the lube on the nightstand.

You got into position on the bed, on my hands and knees.

Alex got behind you and lined himself up, his hands on your hips.

“Are you ready?” He asked from behind you.

You turner your head to look at him. “Yeah.” You said.

“Ok. I’m gonna start pushing in in 3… 2… 1…” Alex said as he slowly filled you up, his cock stretching your pussy.

You arched your back.

“God…” You moaned.

“You like that?” Alex groaned out as he pushed in and out of you.

He thrusted into you faster, his hips crashing into your ass.

“Mmmmm, Alex…” You moaned breathlessly. 

Alex slapped your butt hard, making you whine.

Alex chuckled at your reaction before spanking you again.

“Mmmmm…” You moaned loudly.

Alex laughed, before saying “Shhh…”

You whined at his attempt to quiet you down.

Alex continued to pound into you, caressing your ass and sometimes smacking it.

“Alex, I’m gonna come again…” You groaned out, arching your back and moving into him.

“Ok, love. Come for me, baby. You can let go.” Alex said, gently urging you to let go for him.

You whined and came soon after. Your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first. Your senses heightened. Your pussy was so sensitive with Alex’s cock in it, and your nipples were incredibly hard. You nearly collapsed on the bed from your orgasm.

Alex groaned, cumming in your clenching pussy.

“God…” He drawled out, all the tension leaving his body.

He rubbed your ass as he pulled out. He fell on the bed, before you rolled onto your back. You both lay on the bed panting.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” You moaned breathlessly.

Alex smirked softly. “Thanks, love. You were fucking spectacular. Coulda sworn that pussy was made for my cock.” He said, grinning.

You curled up next to him, your hand on his chest.

Alex smiled at you before brushing his hand through your hair.

“Gorgeous girl.” He murmured before kissing your head, causing you to smile.

You stayed snuggled next to him before speaking.

“I had a great time, you know. And, um, i’d really like to get to know you. Like, really know you.” You said shyly.

Alex’s eyes widened. “Oh, um…” He smiled, his eyes softening. “I’d really like that too.”

You grinned, looking up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiles, his hand still ruffling your hair.

“Now let’s go to the bathroom.” He said.

You walked over to the bathroom and you peed as he threw the condom away. Alex turned on the shower before stepping in. You finished up washing your hands before joining him in the shower.

“Hey.” You said softly as you stepped into the shower.

Alex smiled at you. “Hey.” He kisses you softly.

And that was the start of your love story.

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