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fickle_obsessedFandom RPF
Pairing Sue Denim/Alex Zane
Prompt Exhibitionism
Rating R
Word Count 700
She’s always been a bit of an exhibitionist, you can’t be in a (semi-successful) band, get up and perform in front of literally tens of people if you don’t enjoy it, if you don’t get off on it to some extent. It makes her feel alive, catching someone’s eye, sharing a grin, a few lyrics. It makes everything worth it. It keeps her sane, keeps her going. She likes being watched, being appreciated, perhaps it’s a little needy really but if people want to watch her well that’s their business, isn’t it? Really it’s mutually beneficial.
Alex likes to watch, her DJing, playing, dancing. He enjoys the wink and the grin she flashes at him as she sings, hot and sweaty and looking so happy he’s sure her smile will split her face open. He watches her dancing in the DJ booth as if it’s only her there. Dance like nobody’s watching. That’s what she does. In front of hundreds of people she just lets go, only she knows people are watching and it’s that fact that leaves her breathless and feeling like she’s filled with electricity. It takes her hours to sleep after any kind of gig and Alex is only too happy to help her come down. She told him once that she always felt incredibly horny after a gig. He put it down to the adoration, but now he’s not sure if it’s just being watched that she enjoys.
Like now. When things are completely different but somehow the same. It’s just the two of them, his own private performance. This is what he likes best, watching her like this. Alone, naked, sprawled on his bed.
It’s the feel of his gaze on her that turns her on. Even when she’s alone she imagines him like this. Fantasises about him watching her, about him standing at the foot of her bed, or sitting in her computer chair while she masturbates. She always sighs his name when she comes and imagines his arrogant little smirk when she does so.
Right now she can feel his weight on the bed beside her, can feel his breath close to her ear. She twists her head to catch his eye, smirks at how his gaze is fixed between her legs. The look of focus, of desire and interest makes the muscles there pulse below her fingers.
“Al?” she whispers his name and he looks up, expression ever so slightly as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t, though really he should know better by now. She smiles, holds his gaze, bites her lip as she speeds up, engaging with her audience of one. She’s always been a performer, always believed in putting on a good show and this is no exception. Her mouth hangs open slightly, lips twitching as she finds herself getting a little closer, finds the right spot, the right pressure, the right speed. She tenses and relaxes her muscles, moans a little, for his benefit, watches him watching her. She’s never seen such concentration on his face before, his eyes narrowed, his own mouth a mirror of her own. This she supposes is what lust looks like, pure, unadulterated and arousing. Her lips curve into an almost animalistic snarl as she begins to come, she focuses on the look on his face, the way he smiles, mouth slightly open, her own breathing a little less controlled, his own little groan as he chances another look down at painted nails and hips raising, thrusting up and a blur of movement as beside him a string of breathy expletives are uttered. Her free hand grabs at him, for the nearest flesh she can find, squeezing and clawing and looking him directly in the eye as finally she moans his name and slows to a stop, chest still heaving.
“I come harder when you’re watching me,” she admits, leaning in to kiss him.
“Any time you want me to pop over and help out, you know I’m just a couple of streets away.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“Well you know what it’s like, porn gets so clinical, so detached after a while. And I can’t fuck the star after.”
Pairing Sue Denim/Alex Zane
Prompt Exhibitionism
Rating R
Word Count 700
She’s always been a bit of an exhibitionist, you can’t be in a (semi-successful) band, get up and perform in front of literally tens of people if you don’t enjoy it, if you don’t get off on it to some extent. It makes her feel alive, catching someone’s eye, sharing a grin, a few lyrics. It makes everything worth it. It keeps her sane, keeps her going. She likes being watched, being appreciated, perhaps it’s a little needy really but if people want to watch her well that’s their business, isn’t it? Really it’s mutually beneficial.
Alex likes to watch, her DJing, playing, dancing. He enjoys the wink and the grin she flashes at him as she sings, hot and sweaty and looking so happy he’s sure her smile will split her face open. He watches her dancing in the DJ booth as if it’s only her there. Dance like nobody’s watching. That’s what she does. In front of hundreds of people she just lets go, only she knows people are watching and it’s that fact that leaves her breathless and feeling like she’s filled with electricity. It takes her hours to sleep after any kind of gig and Alex is only too happy to help her come down. She told him once that she always felt incredibly horny after a gig. He put it down to the adoration, but now he’s not sure if it’s just being watched that she enjoys.
Like now. When things are completely different but somehow the same. It’s just the two of them, his own private performance. This is what he likes best, watching her like this. Alone, naked, sprawled on his bed.
It’s the feel of his gaze on her that turns her on. Even when she’s alone she imagines him like this. Fantasises about him watching her, about him standing at the foot of her bed, or sitting in her computer chair while she masturbates. She always sighs his name when she comes and imagines his arrogant little smirk when she does so.
Right now she can feel his weight on the bed beside her, can feel his breath close to her ear. She twists her head to catch his eye, smirks at how his gaze is fixed between her legs. The look of focus, of desire and interest makes the muscles there pulse below her fingers.
“Al?” she whispers his name and he looks up, expression ever so slightly as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t, though really he should know better by now. She smiles, holds his gaze, bites her lip as she speeds up, engaging with her audience of one. She’s always been a performer, always believed in putting on a good show and this is no exception. Her mouth hangs open slightly, lips twitching as she finds herself getting a little closer, finds the right spot, the right pressure, the right speed. She tenses and relaxes her muscles, moans a little, for his benefit, watches him watching her. She’s never seen such concentration on his face before, his eyes narrowed, his own mouth a mirror of her own. This she supposes is what lust looks like, pure, unadulterated and arousing. Her lips curve into an almost animalistic snarl as she begins to come, she focuses on the look on his face, the way he smiles, mouth slightly open, her own breathing a little less controlled, his own little groan as he chances another look down at painted nails and hips raising, thrusting up and a blur of movement as beside him a string of breathy expletives are uttered. Her free hand grabs at him, for the nearest flesh she can find, squeezing and clawing and looking him directly in the eye as finally she moans his name and slows to a stop, chest still heaving.
“I come harder when you’re watching me,” she admits, leaning in to kiss him.
“Any time you want me to pop over and help out, you know I’m just a couple of streets away.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“Well you know what it’s like, porn gets so clinical, so detached after a while. And I can’t fuck the star after.”
