#nick o malley

[jetskisonyourmoat]

‘What have you learned from watching your performance?’

[X]

First of all Nick will always be the funniest of the Monkeys for me, he’s just so effortlessly funny. He fully predicted the way Alex performs now with the facial expressions, the foot on the monitor and the back bends.

Secondly, the thought of Alex watching the Apollo performance they are talking about and cringing at his own stage banter between songs makes me feel a bit sad. Because he’s so sweet and funny during that show! And people during ‘The Car’ tour complained a lot about his lack of crowd interaction and I feel like that’s probably because in the back of his mind he’s constantly thinking about whether he’s talking too much.

[blair-s-world]

Alex turner, the cutie.

[jimmorrisonfants]

Arctic Monkeys backstage playing The Ultracheese 2022 (Kings Theatre).

[arcticmonkeyshs]

with your hands between your thighs and a smile😃😃😃😃😃😃😃

[achromecoveredclone]

Wearing these to any upcoming arctic monkeys gig to let ppl know that appreciate both their new and old sound

[malina-33]

Femme like you - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the new tour manager for Arctic Monkeys during The Car era. You are practically the only girl in the team, also younger than the rest (27), so your skills are immediately called into question. In particular, by the frontman who is not used to being led by a woman.

Word count: 3,1k

Warning: age gap

A/N: Hi, you all!!! I'm so thrilled and excited to do this kind of stuff, but it feels like I'm making my dream come true. This series won't be very long even though I have an eye-watering number of moments I want to release in this fic, but English isn't my first language and it's pretty tough to write in it (so if you find any mistakes don't be afraid to text me and correct). I spent a lot of time to write this small opening chapter, that’s why following parts won't appear regularly, but I promise to uptade them every 2-3 weeks! They will definitely be longer that the opener😉

I read a lot of works with Alex, 'cause my addiction doesn't seem to disappear, so this idea just popped in my head and I couldn't resist. Never thought that I would be an author, not a reader in Tumblr, but voila - here I am. I really expect you to love it❤️

And yes, I know that their current tour manager is Steven Champan, but for the story I changed it slightly, hope you won't mind :)

“James, seriously?” Alex looked away in bewilderment from the bottle of Hennessy to Ford.

“More than you can imagine” producer chuckled. “I will be with my family in Scotland, I haven’t seen them in a while, and she will replace me for the UK and European parts only, it’s about one and a half months”.

Turner looked him up and down with a displeased look, still sitting on the couch with a bottle in his hands “That’s ridiculous. She has never worked with us! She will break into all our well-established processes, not knowing the specifics of the work and will only interfere. We'll make it on our own, not the first time, man, huh?” Alex decided to soften his tone a little to appease his friend and cutely knitted his eyebrows.

“Al, you are being childish. C’mon, we have already agreed on everything, she is a good specialist, don't let yourself be deceived by her appearance” Ford threw a jacket over his shoulders, silently saying that the conversation is over.

“Just because she's your friend's daughter doesn't mean she's good!” The singer spat out the last argument hoping to reach out to the conscience of their producer.

“Give her a chance, you won't be disappointed” James said mysteriously, closing the door quietly behind him and leaving the disgruntled frontman alone with his obsessive thoughts.

***

You sat in your car in the parking lot in front of the Domino Records headquarters, nervously clutching a Starbucks cup. There were still 20 minutes before the meeting, but you arrived early. All the documents had already been signed, the agreements had been discussed, but the most thrilling moment remained - the meeting with the group itself and the technical crew.

When James Ford, your father's old friend from university and at the same time music producer for Arctic Monkeys, called you several weeks ago with an unusual request, you simply didn't have a chance to refuse. You've been dreaming of working in this industry since 16, especially since you adored this group and were at their concerts six times. Being their manager for one part of the 7th album tour sounded like a fantasy, but here you are, sitting in front of their label building, where you have a meeting with the musicians. If you caught the lucky girl syndrome, then you definitely didn’t want to let it go. At least not now.

From the trance into which you plunged by shaking coffee in the cup, you were brought out by the deafening creak of tires on asphalt. You immediately snapped out and looked in the rearview mirror. An elegant Cadillac whistled and stopped 3 parking lots away from you just passing the dividing line.

You weren't stupid not to realize whose car it was. The passenger got out, slamming the door sharply. He was wearing a beige trousers and matching jacket with black vest underneath, translucent red aviators were on despite a cloudy day. Paying no attention to your car and not even bothering to close his, a man quickly walked inside the building.

You followed the door closed behind Alex Turner itself with a blank look, finished your coffee in one gulp and also got out of the car, taking your purse from the passenger seat. Having heard about his "punctuality", you assumed that everyone else had already arrived, so you walked to the building as well. "There's no point in delaying this moment, let's start early" you bravely told yourself.

The studio in southwest London wasn't as big as you expected it to be. The guard pointed you to room 14, saying that you were already awaited. Inside, the bright corridors were hung with rare photographs, including images of early Monkeys' concerts. You smiled slightly as you looked at the photos of four young people laughing with their hands in their pockets. "Nice time" you thought.

You didn't really understand why you were so inflamed. You are all adults, lads have been warned about the change in management in advance so it won’t be a surprise for them, what could be the problem? You had enough work experience to know what to do, you were excellently good-looking and successful, then why did your palms sweat? Immersed in your thoughts you didn’t notice that you had reached the end of the corridor and stopped at the half-open door, from behind which quiet voices could be heard.

“Oi, she better buy me a bottle of beer on the way, my head hurts after yesterday. Why did I come so early, gosh?”

“It's been 5 minutes since you've been here, and you've already blown my mind’’. Seemed that it was Matt.

"I prefer to come sober to meetings scheduled in advance, but for the future I will keep in mind to see you no earlier than Tuesday, Mr. Turner”. Maybe it wasn’t the best greeting phrase, but you just couldn't resist. When you entered the room with these words, 7 surprised pairs of eyes met your figure. Alex, Matt and Nick were sitting on a leather sofa in the center of the room, Jamie was pouring water into a glass at a side table, Steven was sitting in a chair talking to Ben, who was reclining on the arm of this chair, behind them was a man whose name you didn’t know.

"I'm sorry," you quickly became embarrassed, realizing how inappropriate those words sounded. Silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, but was quickly interrupted by the awkward coughing of that same unfamiliar man. "Um guys, this is your new tour manager for these two months, Y/N Y/S" He said softly enough, stepping out from behind the chair and holding out his hand for you. "I'm Marcus, James' assistant, the rest you should know".

"Yeah, right, he told me about you, I'm very glad to meet you," and carefully shifting your gaze to the others you added "everyone".

You stood in your knee-length leather boots, denim shorts and an oversized cream-colored jacket not knowing what to do with the burning eyes on your persona.

"Actually, I brought a homemade cider as an ice-breaker, it's in my trunk, so after the official part of the meeting we can try it. Not beer, but still tasty," you said with an apologetic smile, trying your last attempt to ease the conversation. The room froze in silence once again, and in this moment Matt laughed out loud, slapping his knee and throwing head back on the headboard. Jamie and Nick joined him, smiling broadly, while Ben, Steven, and Marcus chuckled hoarsely as they looked at each other. Only Alex remained frowning as he continued to scan your figure.

"I like her already! Great move, miss Y/S" Matt said, obviously being amazed.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sat down in the chair Marcus offered you. He was noticeably younger than the others, near your age, which immediately made you sympathize with him.

"Well, when we finally got to know each other, let's get down to business. As you all know James is on an unscheduled vacation due to family circumstances. Hence we are going to work with Miss Y/S in UK and Europe festivals, while I will assist her. I know that Y/N discussed with James all the main points about dates, places and stuff, but now we have to delve into details of the organization process itself. Ben and I will explain the tech part and the lads will share their preferences" Steven began the discussion by leaning a little closer to the center of your improvised circle. He seemed to be a very wise and at the same time charismatic man. Attractive, but platonically.

“Sorry, may I interrupt before we start” It sounded more like a statement from Alex. “How old are you, once again?"

"I'm 27, Mr. Turner. And let's make it clear, since this still raises questions. Yes, I'm quite young relative to you and indeed a stranger to your team. But I've known James for a long time, as well as your work, whose main fan I have been since 18. I have been in show business for 7 years now and worked with Maneskin at the very beginning of their career. It’s not difficult for me to provide my CV if necessary, but I’m here because I sincerely want to help my father's friend and ensure that you have the most comfortable atmosphere during your stay in Europe. I have an idea what it's like to be on tour for a year, I understand how tired you are, and that you need conditions for rest and creation. So I'll let you do your job without the interference and you’ll give me freedom to do my work properly, I'm sure we both do it very well, especially since you are not the only one, Mr. Turner, who can make a show out of nothing”. At these words the drummer whistled, turning to the gloomy vocalist, but you continued “I’m really extremely happy to be a part of Arctic Monkeys team, for me this is a great opportunity to test myself and work with such big people like you. So I don't see any problems in our interaction, taking into account that I'm here temporarily.

You glanced at the men with a soft, but tenacious look, catching your breath “Didn't seem to miss anything at this point, deal?”

Steven was the first to answer, smiling paternally at you and accepting your little speech. You also noticed that Turner shook his head, but smirked to himself, which relaxed your muscles a bit. If you didn't get along from the first sentence, then at least you can establish a normal business relationship. You understood that the nature of a rock star is unpredictable, following the development of the group and the change in the image of the frontman for many years, but you couldn't imagine that he would talk so irritably to new people. Yes, he certainly behaved ugly, but you also started the dialogue with a caustic comment. Apparently, you deserve each other.

After the temperature in the room dropped and everyone took a more relaxed posture, you began to discuss current tasks. Your first gig will be in Bristol on May 29th, so you have two weeks to get ready. In fact, everything has already been done even before the start of the whole tour. Now your duty is only to coordinate the setlists with the guys for each performance, to make sure that all agreements with venues are fulfilled, the rider is completed, the equipment is working properly, the buses are ordered, the hotels have confirmed the reservation, and the whole team has arrived safe and sound. Okay, maybe it's not so little, but you're ready for any challenge. This is your passion after all.

You will ride in a separate minivan with the management team, and not with the guys, which in general wasn’t a big surprise for you, but in hotels you will be provided with a separate room, unlike the rest of the staff, who live in double suits. You didn't know what caused such generosity, but you were pleased anyway. You talked for about an hour, agreeing to meet again at the sound check in a week, and then only before leaving for Bristol. During this time you will have to study all the venues, call the transport company and confirm the details of the trips.

Your meeting ended on a positive note, the guys were asking you about your life, your education and hobbies, you said that you had been dancing professionally for many years and even took up drumming at the university, to which Matt happily promised to give you lessons, triumphant that he finally met someone who doesn't play the guitar, but the drums.

“Be careful, Matthew, if it turns out that she is more talented than you, we’ll replace you without any hesitation. She looks better” Nick joked and immediately got the middle finger in response from the drummer. Even Alex genuinely smiled, looking back at the friend.

"Oh, don't worry, it's unlikely. But as for the cider I wasn't joking, at least I'm definitely good at that"

"Wait, did you make it yourself?" surprised Ben.

"Yes, I live in the suburbs of London and have my own small garden, I make cider for friends during the season"

"You know what, I'm already tired of this stuffy room, you say it's in your trunk?" Matt, confirming his status as the most talkative member of the group, stood up impatiently, stretching his stiff limbs.

"Yes, let's go and give it a try" you said, also getting up from your chair. “Who is with us?” you raised an eyebrow in question and the answer was six men who rose to their feet.

"Definitely need a smoke” murmured Alex in addition, patting his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

“Damn, where did James find her?” you heard Jamie's question addressed to Steven as you left the room with Matt and couldn’t hold back a short, but self-satisfied smirk. "That's not the last ace in the hole, Jamie" flashed through your head.

"I'm asking the same question" but instead of Champan, the voice was given by Alex.

"Al, will you calm down today or not? Did yesterday's booze give you such a headache?" Cook hissed almost angrily.

But you didn’t hear the answer, moving away along the corridor to the exit.

***

When all the lads came out from the studio, you and Matt had already taken a wooden case with 12 bottles of cider out of the trunk of your white Range Rover and put it on the hood. Coming closer, Alex threw a jacket over his shoulders and took out cigarettes, offering you one.

"I don't smoke, thanks," you replied calmly. He arched an eyebrow in surprise and took a pipe of tobacco between his lips. “You better start, darling” He took a quick puff, blowing smoke in your face, and looked intently from under his eyelashes. Despite the sweet name, from his lips it sounded somehow humiliating. You didn't answer, turning around and taking one of the bottles, silently passing it to him. He thanked you, and you gave each man a bottle as well. "For the new leg of the tour! Cheers!" Steven exclaimed, raising the bottle in the air and you all clinked glasses together.

The eight of you stood in the parking lot next to your car. You and Marcus leaned on the hood, Chapman nestled next to your right, and the guys were in front of you. You stayed in pleasant silence, interrupted by the chirping of birds from a nearby square and breezes of the wind that swayed your styling. Satisfied sigh followed by Marcus and Jamie, which made you laugh cutely.

"Enjoy?" you asked playfully, taking a sip.

"Y/N, that's amazing! I’ve never thought our team would feel so acutely short of a personal alcohol supplier" Jamie savored the taste, taking small sips.

"It's only 6% alcohol, I brought this one on purpose, knowing that you will most likely be driving. But there is also 12% sort in my basement, so in case of anything, you know where to find me"

"Actually not, but for the sake of such a case, we will definitely get your address from James" Nick answered cheerfully.

You spent 20 more minutes talking about the process of making an apple brew and sharing your alcohol tastes. “What a topic to discuss” you hummed to yourself. Eventually you gave Ben, Marcus, Jamie, and Matt one more bottle, promising to bring more of 12% sort to the concert, and you were about to leave when suddenly your phone rang. A dark and mystical tune played from the back pocket of your shorts.

"Woah, that’s pretty old one" Alex said with unexpected liveliness.

"One of my favorites from yours" you replied quickly, pulling out the device. It was James. You decided to call him back when you would be alone, so you dropped the call, texting him that you would call back later.

"Hey Al, we haven't played it in a while. What do you think, mate?" Matt asked conspiratorially, giving him a little nudge on the shoulder.

"We’ll see, I think it's possible. NME will especially rejoice at this, still considering it insanely vulgar" the singer rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Turner? Whose propeller is it then?" you grinned as you took an empty box and returned it to the trunk of the jeep.

"Miss Y/S, don't make me doubt your foresight as well" to your surprise, he came over to help you close the tailgate. You dusted your hands and shifted awkwardly from one foot to another, being locked between the car and the frontman. You could literally see wrinkles around his eyes and cider-wet lips that now were gently stirring.

"Who called?" the man asked more quietly than usual. "Uh, James, I think I should call him as soon as possible"

"Yeah, most likely" Turner reluctantly backed away from you, letting you through, and you walked to the driver's door.

"Well, guys, I was very glad to see you, I'm sure fruitful work awaits us!" you smiled reassuringly, swaying from heel to toe from jitters and excitement from upcoming events.

"See you in a bit, Miss Y/S, I will send you all our numbers and other necessary contacts tonight. Sleep enough these days, you will soon miss it" Steven winked and extended his hand to you for a handshake, so you answered him willingly.

“Goodbye, guys, see ya!” you only waved at other lads as you climbed onto the running board and sat inside the car. The Rover started with a pleasant growl, vibrating under your hands. You drove off, leaving the men in the parking lot, but noticing one fixed look of chocolate eyes in the rearview mirror. You attributed the recognition of the color of his eyes to a million views of concert photos on the Internet, but not to those few seconds near the trunk when you smelled his cigarette breath on your face.

That will be a roller-coaster indeed

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A/N: Please, let me know what do you think about this duo, what are you expecting from them, what do you want to read in the next chapter? Let's get to know each other better in comments - how long are you in fandom, what are your favorite type of fics and etc? Your feedback is my force to write, love you and stay tuned - a big adventure is going to happen 🤭❣️

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[mintpiastry]

The only thing that keeps my mental health from deteriorating is the file I have on my computer with the full Arctic Monkeys performance at Glastonbury 2013

[lowbcame]

chibi turner icons!! :-)

[melonart]

To celebrate the release of The Car…

Here goes Arctic Monkeys in Spooky Season!!

[artpac]

Alex Turner obsessed era (again)

Sry I haven’t been posting much BUT YA GIRLS GOT A WATERMARK

[jetskisonyourmoat]

Rock and Roll 😉

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[blair-s-world]

Alex turner, the cutie Pt.2

[jimmorrisonfants]

(2018) Arctic Monkeys - The Ultracheese

Late Show Stephan Colbert 2018

[alexturnerpet]

୨⎯ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝐈𝐈 ⎯୧

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۵ Alex Turner x Reader

↳ Summary: Your husband finds out about what you did the night you both fought. Once again you seek out Alex in hopes to talk about what happened but it goes a different direction.

↳ Warnings: Public sex, Cheating (kinda), Unprotected Sex

↳ Word count : 3.5k

You woke up feeling faint and quite groggy. You rubbed your eyes lightly with your wrist, yawning as the rays of sunlight hit your face blinding you in the process.

The recollection of last night's events made your lips curl into a slight smile.

You had no doubt that the guilt would start settling as soon as you had to face your husband but the exhilaration of your memories with Alex severed that emotion from you for now.

The pounding feeling in your head became more prominent the more you laid in bed. Most likely as a result of all the drinking you and Alex had been doing. Not to mention the sex that happened in all areas of your apartment.

He promised to fuck you on every piece of furniture (that could withstand the brutal force of his thrusts) and he stuck to it.

Sliding off the bed, your legs wobbled slightly as you tried to regain your balance. Once you were stabilized, you saw your phone light up with a notification.

You leaned over to look at it on the nightstand and saw a message from your husband.

“im sorry”

You dismissed his apology with a scoff and made your way to the bathroom. You decided you would deal with him after you had freshened up and got rid of the taste of Alex in your mouth.

Brushing your teeth, all you could do was think of Alex and the way in which he fucked you.

You smiled as you stared at yourself in the mirror.  The marks he left on your chest still looked so fresh and vibrant. You brushed them lightly with the tips of your fingers, wondering how you would ever possibly conceal them.

In hindsight you should've stopped him from leaving them but the pleasure was just too good.

Your smile soon dropped as the thought of your husband painstakingly made its way into your mind.

You didn’t regret what you did for even a second but you couldn’t get the idea of your husband finding out what you had done out of your mind.

Stepping out the bathroom, you sighed heavily before grabbing your phone sluggishly. The text once again appearing before you.

But before you could even unlock your phone, you decided to ignore him once again, you weren’t mentally prepared for his bullshit apology and wanted to put it off for as long as possible. You threw the phone on the bed and chose to forget about it for now.

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed the disarray and clutter that had become of it. There were glasses and alcohol scattered everywhere.

Not to mention your clothes and undergarments spread across the kitchen and living room.

As you returned the liquor to the shelves you heard your phone ring from the other room. Assuming it was your husband, you continued clearing the kitchen of the mess trying to tune out your ringtone.

Soon enough though, 1 call turned into 2, and 2 turned into 3. On the 4th call you finally decided to give in. The tune of your ringtone was beginning to get on your nerves. You turned off the sink and timidly walked to your bedroom.

You dried your hands on your shirt momentarily before picking up his call.

-“Hello.”

“Finally. Did you see my text?”

-“You mean your ‘apology’?”

“Yes.”

-“Yeah I saw it.”

“well..?”

You scoffed into the phone. His attitude was ridiculous.

-“A simple ‘im sorry’ isn't gonna fix everything, you know.”

You heard him sigh heavily into the phone, like it was such a chore for him to apologize properly for his shitty behavior.

“you know im fucking sorry. I know that how I've been acting recently has been wrong in every way and you don't deserve that. I promise from now on that it'll be better, that i’ll be better.”

Your face softened up a bit. Hearing an actual apology that, from what you could tell, was sincere made you a bit happy inside.

You stayed silent though, not knowing what to say.

He seemed to take a hint about how you were feeling, so he decided to be quiet as well.

After a few minutes of awkward silence he, finally chose to speak up.

“Can I come back?”

You desperately did not want to give into him. But at the end of the day, you were both still married and though you hated to say it, you loved him. Even if he did treat you like shit at times, you remembered all the great times you both had and how lovely he once was.

-“fine.”

“thanks. I'll see you soon, love you.”

You just hung up, not quite ready to say it out loud just yet. Before you could even process your feelings, panic rushed over you as you realized that your whole chest and neck were covered in hickies.

You ran back to your bathroom and frantically looked for your makeup bag. Trying to find a concealer, foundation or really anything that would help your situation.

You took a few pumps of product onto your palm and used your finger to try and cover up as much as you could, trying to hide the evidence of the night you had with Alex.

It worked to a certain extent but you weren't sure if it would pass as normal.

You checked yourself in the mirror maybe a dozen times, trying different angles and poses, wondering which one would expose your secret.

Finally, you deemed the hickies hidden but still chose to wear a shirt with a high collar because wearing a turtleneck in an air-conditioned environment was too obvious and suspicious.

You resumed cleaning up the kitchen and picking clothes off the floor.

It seemed like forever until you heard slow knocks at the door. You walked towards the door begrudgingly, not wanting the confrontation but you knew it was necessary in order for things to go back to normal.

Slowly opening the door, you were met by your husband wearing an apologetic expression.

“Hey” he spoke.

“Hi” you responded, but it came out more like a whisper.

Without another word you stepped aside, making sure to avoid eye contact, so he could enter your home, and technically, his home as well.

He walked in looking around the room in the same way Alex did now only hours after. He looked as if he was scanning around to see if anything had changed while he was gone.

And he would be right, as his wife was a few feet away from him trying to ignore the aching between her legs and bruises from another man's grip would be decorating her hips.

Your husband turned around to face you.

“You know, I'm really sorry y/n. It didn't take till last night for me to realize that you were only looking out for me.” he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck with shame.

You only stood there crossing your arms around your body, not quite sure of what to do.

Silence filled the room quickly as you tried to come up with a response but the only thing you could muster was a simple ‘yeah’.

He sighed, coming closer to you. You deviated your eyes from his frame, not wanting to make eye contact just yet.

He pulled you into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You were staggered at his actions, not expecting to make any physical contact with him so soon solely because of your pride.

Your arms just stayed at your sides, not wanting to let him think you forgave him just yet.

“I love you. I always will, I promise to never hurt you like that again.”

Your eyes began to blur your vision with tears. You wanted nothing more than to shove him away and call him an asshole, but your heart heavily influenced your actions and you couldn't bring yourself to do that.

He felt your tears seep through his shirt, and once he took a peek down at your and realized you were crying, he only held you tighter to him. You silently weeped into his chest as he was holding back the urge to cry as well.

You finally brought your arms up and hugged him back, accepting his gesture of affection. In that moment every bit of you that was angry at him faded away as you finally gave in.

You pulled away from him, finally ready to tell him how you felt and how you forgave him.

But when you looked up at him, his then apologetic expression fell.

“What's wrong?” you furrowed your brows.

You then took a glance at his shirt and saw the makeup stained onto it.

The tears flowing from your eyes came to a halt as the realization of what was about to ensue kicked in.

“What the fuck is this?” he said brushing his fingers against your neck to smear the makeup.

Now this time, you really couldn't come up with a response, or even move for that matter.

“Are these hickies?” he questioned.

Once he had smudged all the makeup off, he backed away from you.

“Are you fucking serious? Did you really fuck some guy while I was gone?”

Fiery filled his tone as he glared at you.

“I can't fucking believe you.” he scoffed.

“How are you gonna fuck some guy right after we have a fight. How were you just gonna let me spill my heart out to you when you were opening your legs for some guy just a few hours ago?”

You just stood there and held your hand against your neck, it was pointless, he'd already seen them, there was no use in hiding them again.

“i'm sorry..”

“That's really all you can come up with right now?”

He walked away from you, rubbing his face with his hands.

Tears once again returned to your eyes. You knew your relationship would never come back from this.

“Who was it.” he inquired.

You turned your gaze away from him, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“Who fucking was it y/n?” he repeated, only louder and harsher this time.

“Someone you don't know.”

“Really? because all your friends are my friends too, remember?”

You stood silent, only hugging your chest tightly to bring you some sort of comfort, even though you felt like you didn't deserve it.

He huffed slightly before speaking,

“Dont tell me it was some fucking stranger.”

You couldn't lie again. As much as you wanted to tell him otherwise, you couldn't.

Your silence answered for you as he just shook his head.

“get out.”

His words finally forced you to look back at him. Wondering if he was serious or not.

“what?”

“You heard me, get the fuck out!” he yelled.

You winced slightly at his attitude but you knew it was what you deserved and you weren't gonna fight him on it.

You began to sob as you turned around and reached for your keys that were hung up on the wall. You knew you ruined everything and that there was nothing that you could do to salvage your relationship with him.

“No you dont get to fucking cry, not after what you did.” he scolded.

You walked out the door just as he did the day before, but this time you weren’t sure if you were gonna come back.

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You sat in your car weeping, not knowing what to do.

You reached for your phone wondering who you should call. You were almost about to call your best friend's number, but your husbands words rang in your head.

“... all your friends are my friends too, remember?”

You would have to explain to your friend why you needed to stay at her house. The embarrassment and humiliation would be too much for you to handle, you were in a much too fragile state, which you felt was selfish considering what you did.

You opened your messages, fully intending to write your husband an apology, but a certain name stood out to you more than the heart emoji did.

Alex: Had an amazing night with you. If you're up to it, i’d love to hangout again.

You really shouldn't have, you knew that you knew better. But considering your current condition, you felt weak and compelled to reply.

- “Are you free today?”

You tried to convince yourself that hanging out with Alex, provided he agreed, would be solely to talk about what happened and how it could absolutely never happen again.

But another part of you hoped he would shut you up and make a mess of you again.

“of course love, wanna meet up at a pub?”

You agreed, quickly turning on your engine to try and beat him there. You planned to use the bathroom before he got there so he couldn't notice your puffy eyes.

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You entered the establishment and immediately the smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled your senses. The stench at first made you scrunch your face immediately, but you decided to suck it up and make your way to the bathroom to try and make yourself presentable.

As you splashed yourself with cold water, you tried to push your husband to the back of your mind. Everything about his reaction made you want to regret the night you spent fucking Alex.

But admittedly, it was just too amazing.

By the time you came out of the bathroom, you spotted Alex sipping on his glass. The brown liquid dribbled onto his chin and the sight alone made tingles appear in your stomach.

You mentally cursed yourself, how could such a simple sight pull a reaction like that from you, especially given the situation.

Alex spotted you quicker than you wanted, giving you a smirk and patting the stool next to him.

“Hello darling, sleep well?”

“Yeah I did, thanks.”  

Your short answer worried him.

He turned himself toward you, raising a brow.

“Don't tell me you regret it already,”

His inquiry made you snap your head towards him, quickly trying to find the right words to deny his claim. But he beat you to it,

“If you do, I understand, but I certainly don't.” He brought his hand to the collar of your shirt, bringing it down slowly exposing the bruises, “I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly with you.”

You driveled your gaze from him, flagging down the bartender and ordering your usual drink.

“Listen, we can't do it again.” you finally let out, still not looking at Alex.

“I don't see why not? We both had a good time. I know you certainly did.”

“My husband found out.” you admitted, fidgeting with your fingers. “That's why.”

He stayed quiet this time. It seemed that he understood where you came from and why you said what you said.

“I'm not sorry.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said I’m not sorry. Im not gonna apologize for fucking you the way I did. Im not gonna apologize for making you cum around my cock, and I’m certainly not gonna apologize for cumming in you over and over again just to show you who fucks you better.”

Your eyes widened. Now this time you really won't look at him.

He set his cup down onto the counter softly before leaning into your ear.

“You look so wonderful when you're all fucked out and leaking with my cum.”

You swore you could feel your legs lose circulation with how tightly they were clamped. At this point you were dripping arousal onto your panties and your cunt yearned for him and him only.

“please.”

“please what?”

“touch me.” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as the words escaped your lips, praying that no one heard you.

Alex swiftly pulled out his wallet, leaving a bill on the counter.

He grabbed hold of your wrist, pulling you towards the exit into the parking lot. You heard a chirp near you and heard a door open.

“Get in.” he demanded, holding open the backseat door.

You didn't need to be told twice as you crawled into the vehicle.

He stepped in not long after you sporting a cocky smile.

You reprimanded yourself for not being able to resist him but at this point you weren't sure if you were single or not but you weren't gonna pass up the opportunity.

He grabbed your waist, maneuvering you so that you'd be straddling him. He connected his lips with yours as his hands grazed your ass and massaged your thighs.

“I'm gonna need this gone.” he said as he tugged on the hem of your shirt. You wasted no time in remove the clothing and throwing it in the passenger seat.

Alex couldn't help but smirk at the bruises coloring your chest and neck. The same ones that got you into this situation.

“you look so fucking sexy like this, all marked up for me. ”

You would assume that he’d be satisfied in his work, but that wasn't the case. He licked a stripe down the valley of your breasts before sucking on them, making fresh bruises among the ones already there.

Again, you couldn't protest. The second his mouth made contact with your skin, pleasure took over your brain.

His hands worked on kneading your breasts as his mouth continued to work on decorating your chest even more than before. Your head was thrown back, but for a moment you looked towards the windows to make sure no one was around to notice what you two were up to.

Once you determined that the coast was clear, you returned to look down at Alex, who removed himself from your chest to look back up at you. The sudden eye contact made your flustered so you darted your face away from him.

"What's the matter, love? you get nervous when I look at you like this?" he inquired.

Your cheeks heated up but before you could even answer, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. His lips almost immediately made contact with yours. The kiss was almost unbearably feverish, making you grind onto his lap instinctively.

"Don’t hide that cute little face from me.”

You nodded earnestly, not wanting to defy him in any way.

“As much as I’d love to taste you right now, I'm afraid we’re in a desperate situation and we're gonna have to speed things up.” His hands frantically undid his belt and pants as he reached to pull out his cock.

The same one that you hadn't stopped thinking about since the night before.

The same one you undoubtedly hoped would be inside you again.

Your pants were discarded shortly after.

You repositioned yourself once again onto his lap. He held his cock, waiting for you to muster up the courage and lower yourself onto it.

Finally though, you did. The sensation of his tip prodding at your entrance was almost enough to make your knees weak. You finally felt him enter you fully. You wasted no time in bouncing yourself on him.

You anxiously waited for the time that you would get to fuck him again, so now that you were able to, you weren't wasting the chance.

“That's it. Fuck yourself on my cock.” he moaned.

The air in the car thickened as your body moved aggressively and roughly. Your pussy was astoundingly wet, and of course he took notice.

“You're so filthy, all this for me?”

You scrambled an answer that you couldn't even remember as his dick reached a spot in you that damn near drew you over the edge. You were 100% sure that the car was rocking by now and that someone would figure out what was going on.

But at this point you were too far gone to care. You continued babbling how good he was making you feel and how you loved his cock.

“you're so fucking good, I can never get enough of this pussy.” he praised.

You were bouncing frantically at this point, you were so close and he knew it too. How could he not? You were clenching all around him and his lap was absolutely drenched.

“Tell me this pussy is mine and not his or you won't get to cum.”

You snapped out of your (almost) fucked out state and hesitated slightly. Alex didn't like your hesitation at all.

“Tell me or you won't get to cum.” he repeated, more sternly this time, making sure to raise his hips into you to reach the spot you loved so dearly, sending you over the edge.

“yes yes! Imy pussy is yours! whatever you want please just let me cum!” you begged.

“That's it, good girl. Wasn't so hard now was it?”

He continued bucking his hips into you until you finally came all around him. He wasn't so far behind as he proceeded to cum inside you, making another wave of pleasure run though you from the sensation.

“Why don't we get out of here before someone kicks us out?”

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