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☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ You Wreck Me ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

Requested*

(Synopsis: Alex seems to be distracted these days)

(Warnings: smut, light/soft-smut, angst, fluff, rockstar attitude alex)

(Words: 1369)

I always love watching him perform. It was exciting. The way his body moved. Every small stroke his fingers made to his guitar. The way his hair would end up wet by the end of the show. It was all so entrancing. Especially when he would sing lyrics, the deep tone in his voice coming out, and look straight at me sitting on the side. Or at least used to be that way.

These days I can see his eyes linger over the crowed, stopping on other people as he whispers seductive words into his microphone. His grip tightening on it the way it used to when he looked at me.

I just couldn’t understand. It felt as if his world was getting to big. I had almost been cast out in his memory it seems. So I really just didn’t know what to do. Except, well, talk.

“Alex, can we talk?” I say as he lies next to me. His body wrapped in a white t-shirt, and a random pair of pajama pants he found on the floor from a few nights before. I could see the tierd ness in his eyes as he turned to face me.

“Of course.” He said grabbing one of my hands softly, messing with the few rings I had forgotten to take off before bed. His voice was ruff and soft after the show a few hours before.

“Have I upset you? Like have I don’t something wrong?” I ask and he looks surprised. But not confused. Almost as if I’ve cause him in a lie he thought I was to dumb to notice.

“What do you mean?” He asks a wall being built behind his eyes every second he speaks.

“It’s just, ugh, I know it sounds stupid but you don’t….. look at me anymore.” I say and he lets go of my hand, slowly sitting up.

“I’m looking at you right now, what are you talking about?” He says forcing a laugh.

“Don’t play coy with me, you know what I’m talking about. I can see it in your face. It’s almost as if your bored of me. What have I done wrong?” I explain to him trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m not bored of you. It’s just… ugh! You don’t get it.” He says getting frustrated.

“What don’t I get?”

“I’m a rockstar now!” He says and I almost want to laugh bitterly at his drama.

“What are you talking about, am I not supportive enough? Is that it?” I ask getting up from my seat on the bed. Him doing the same. Running frustrated fingers through his hair.

“We’ll I mean…. It’s just… you feel so far away. You seem so tired of me. Every time I see you after a show you seem so out of it and disinterested. It just makes me feel bad about what I do. Those people in the crowd…. The make me feel proud of what I’m doing. Like I’m doing it for a reason!” He says exasperated. Getting visibly upset with me and himself.

“Yes I am tired, not of you though. Just tired! Your out into late hours of the night and I want to be there for you. I want to support you! So I stay out for every show, no matter how many early mornings shifts I have. Or hard days at work. I’m there. For you! So I’m sorry if my face isn’t lively, or beautifully done up enough for you. But I show up. And I thought that’s what mattered.” I say my voice becoming shakey and my hands finding a place to fidget in my hair. His eyes look angry. I don’t know if it’s more at me or himself. He starts putting on a pair of shoes and grabbing a jacket.

“Where are you going? Alex, where are you going?” I say as he starts to walk towards the door.

“I need a break.” He says and the door slams in my face. I didn’t even have enough time to register my own reaction before I head back to the bed and just sit down. I rest my head in my palm as I lean over, only then to notice the hot tears trickled across my cheeks.

I sit there for a few minutes. Looking over to the record player. I stand up and slowly walked over. Even when we are fighting, I just know his voice would calm me down. The soothing sound escaping from the machine made feel more settled as I walked back to the bed and layed down.

I don’t really know how many minutes had passed, but after around half the songs had played I heard the door open. The smell of cigarettes following him into the bedroom as he kneels down next to me.

“I’m sorry. Your right. I should have been more attentive to your emotions, not just mine.” He says, his fingers dragging softly up and down my arms ending up to my collarbones. His hands where cold. They sent shivers through my body as he looked over me. His eyes scanning me. Looking apologetic.

“I appreciate you.” He says, leaning closer, his hands gravitating towards my neck. Just enough pressure as he brings his lips down closing the contact.

“Let me show you.” He whispers just beneath my ear as he starts to pull me to the edge of the bed. Willingly I let him tangle his fingers in my hair, his lips slow, almost teasing as they press against mine.

The smoke lingering on his breath sends me into a daze. I can’t control what he does to me. The littlest things. Like the way his fingers look like fine art as I allow them to linger across my body, slipping under my clothes. He doesn’t even have to try. Every sound of contempt ment sounding even more appealing then the last. Seducing me into his trap.

He travels down to my waist, pulling on the small string, that previously held the pajama shorts high on my waist.

As he got on his knees he gripped my thighs. Tight. A hand mark was sure to be left on each one by morning.

As he removed my last layer I breathed in heavily as his breath was hot to my core. He moved closer as he pressed small kisses down my stomach ending up right where I wanted him. My hips hitched at the contact, causing his hands to hold me down.

His tongue grazed deep into me as he moved. His one hand moves up my to clit, his thumb rubbing at a generous pace. He moved a little bit in the right direction and before he could move again I gripped his hair. I could tell he was surprised. But I didn’t care.

“Don’t move.” I breathed out. I removed my thighs from his arms and wrap them around his neck as I pull his face closer into my core. His tongue was fast passed as he moved inside me but I could tell he realized it wasn’t enough.

He removed his tongue moving it up to my clit as he inserts his fingers in my cunt. I watch as the muscles in his arm flex. Sweat slowly making his skin glow. My fingers are still entangled in his hair.

Pulling ever so slightly once in a while, the soft moan that escapes his lips after each time adding to my pleasure. The rate of his fingers in me finally reaching my breaking point.

The build up finally released itself all at once as he finishes me off, removing his fingers. Licking from my core up to my neck connecting his mouth with mine. He pushes me down onto my back, my body weak from the moments before. Complete out of breathe he manages to mutter out between kisses-

“You wreck me.”