gold plated ➳ alex turner x reader

sick

trigger warning - smut

it's been 3 days since you two got back from paris. you also managed to catch a cold as well, so you weren't feeling too great.

you walk out your room and look for alex. he's not in the living room, kitchen or his bedroom so he must be in his office.

you crack open the door and just as suspected, alex sits on his chair typing something on his laptop. he looks so focused, it was adorable.

you think about leaving for a split second since you didn't want to disturb him but you realize that you haven't spoken to him all day. you miss him.

you walk in and he looks up from his screen, grinning whilst closing his laptop,

"hi baby," he whispers as he pulls you onto his lap,

"hey," you whisper back, holding onto him tightly and burying your face into his neck. he smells of faint cigarettes and cologne.

you suddenly get up, remembering you have a cold and you didn't want to give it to him,

"are you okay?" he asks softly,

"i don't want you to catch my cold,"

"catching a cold is the least i care about now, darling. can i get you anything? tea, soup?"

you don't reply as you sit on his lap again, instead this time you hide your face underneath his shirt.

he gently rubs your back as you sniffle softly and peck a kiss onto his chest.

his embrace is warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around your frail body. the world around you melted away,

"let me see your pretty face," he whispers, peeking underneath his collar,

"no," you reply stubbornly, the sound muffled,

"please, baby,"

"no!" you whine,

"come on," he protests, still rubbing your back.

you arch your back a bit so his hand was closer to your ass. he takes the hint and starts gently rubbing it,

"say you're pretty, y/n,"

you finally got out from his shirt and rested your chin onto his shoulder,

"no," you whisper onto his neck, causing him to shiver.

he was practically bouncing off the ways with sexual agony,

"do i need to punish you then?" he asks with a smirk,

"maybe," you grin.

he picks you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. he carries you to his bedroom and without warning, he pulls your pants and underwear down, bending you over his knee,

"you have one more chance to admit you're pretty," he says, teasingly rubbing a hand over your hand over your ass as if he's gonna smack it any minute.

you shake your head and laugh,

"can't lie,"

smack.

"ow!" you whimper.

for the first one, it really does hurt,

"it'll get worse from there," he says,

"i gave you a chance to get out of it, but you didn't take it,"

with that, he smacks you again. harder. and harder. and harder. you know you can call red anytime, but you really don't want to. in fact...you kind of like like the pain.

finally, when you're a sobbing wreck, he picks you up to where you're straddling his knee,

"shh...you're okay, love," he coos, rubbing your burning ass,

"you're okay,"

you finally calm down, roughly biting down onto his shoulder.

he looks down at you,

"that's a bad girl, but i'm gonna let it slide," he says, pinning you down onto your bed,

"you're so pretty all spread out like that for me," he purrs, tracing your inner thigh with his finger,

"so beautiful,"

"y'know," he continues,

"i see so many other guys out there in public who look as if they wanna fuck you. i'm always tempted to yell at them. you're just so gorgeous..."

you blush in response. he keeps tracing your thigh,

"you're mine. all mine and only mine. you're such a little slut for me," he lowers his voice, pushing his member into you without warning,

"a slut is all you are," he whispers, beginning to thrust.

you feel your heart drop at his dirty talk. you know what he says isn't true and that he just wants to get you riled up, but you can't take it,

"red," you whisper, not even loud enough to be a croak,

"red!" you repeat louder,

"red, alex, red!"

he immediately pulls out of you,

"baby, are you okay?"

"i-i'm sorry," you sob,

"i thought i could take it...i'm just f-fragile right now and..." you cut yourself off and bury your face into your hands,

"shh, it's okay, love," he says, gently pressing kisses onto your forehead,

"why don't we get you a nice bath?"

"do you feel better?" he asks as he ties your robe on for you after your bath.

you nod as you let him carry you downstairs to the couch,

"you were so good for me," he says softly,

"i love you so much, y/n. i didn't mean to upset you., baby girl,"

you crawl onto his lap as he kisses your temple.

he eats from a box of pop tarts ; but he's weird so instead of eating it the normal way, he takes all the pop tarts out from their wrappings and crumbles them all into little pieces like chips.

i actually do that myself lmao

you open your mouth and he laughs, delightfully feeding you a strawberry pop tart,

"i love you," he whispers,

"don't forget that,"

"i love you too,"