Title: The Bad Alex Part 1
Rating: M, for language, incest, mild BDSM, a feel of Dominate and Submissive, and heavy sexual activity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or any of the characters. I also don't own anything from Disney. I don't own the song "Corrupt" by Depeche Mode. No copyright is intended!
Warning: Yes, there needs to be a warning placed. There is mild BDSM below. Heavy, heavy sexual content. I hope you enjoy.
"I could corrupt you
In a heart beat
You think you're so special
Think you're so sweet
What are you trying don't even tempt me
Soon you'll be crying, and wishing you dreamt me
You'll be calling out my name
When you need someone to blame"
Corrupt- Depeche Mode
Everything was so calm. So quiet. So…serene.
It was driving her fucking insane.
She wasn't a patient person by any means. Far from it actually. She hated the way time seemed to go as slow as possible when she had to wait. She hated the way it made her squirm in annoyance. It was just plain maddening for the seventeen year old wizard.
She licked her chapped lips for the millionth time that night as her alarm clock made another small click. The black hands of the clock moving a half of an inch forward. It was one minute into the midnight hour. The clock made it's usually ticking noise. It sounded oddly like a bomb.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
It was her only entertainment as she laid there on her bed letting the moonlight shine down on her through the window. Thoughts of Justin that were driving her to the brink of insanity. His ghostly touches and kisses, coming from her memory, were doing her in.
Justin usually came into Alex's room around midnight or vice versa. Usually it was just to talk about things like school or the future. Sometimes it would turn into sex. Okay, so maybe by sometimes she meant almost every time, but that's beside the point. What's really running through her head is what he's going to do when he shows up. Or if he shows up.
"We'll see if I even show."
She would kill him in his sleep if he didn't show. No, scratch that. She would fuck him then kill him. Give him five more minutes…
She licked her lips again and growled, closing her eyes. She was hoping somehow Justin would miraculously appear in front of her. But of course, no one was standing before her as she opened her eyes.
That pissed her off.
Rolling over onto her belly, she pressed her face into her fluffy pillow. Alex let out a moan. She felt so disappointed.
Justin was such a dork and always had to be on time to everything. Whether it was for work, or school, or for some stupid special date, he would be on time. But now, when she needed him, he was a no show.
She narrowed her dark eyes in thought. He's messing with her. He'll let her squirm, and becoming more agitated as the clock ticks. He has told her more than once he likes seeing her angry. She's not stupid by any means; he only likes seeing her frustrated because it means he's won.
He's won the control she tries so desperately to hang on to.
She wanted him to punish her…but not like this. She needed him to touch her, to kiss her, to make her moan his name. Her heart sped up at the thought of his hands roaming her body. The vision made her whine his name.
Alex needed him. Of course she would never admit to that. Or to the small fact that she secretly loves Justin having control over her. It adds a nice balance to both of their lives. She gets the control out of the bedroom while he gets control inside.
She was so frustrated, almost to the point of giving up and looking for him. She wouldn't though: shyeah, no. She wasn't some whore who needed to be whipped to have a good time.
Squeezing her comforter, she let out a small groan. "Justin…," Alex growled, grumbling a warning.
Ok she's a whore, whatever.
She felt the bed dip behind her.
She looked over sharply. She felt another dip by her head. Looking up towards the ceiling she saw Justin's smirking face. She could see his blue-grey eyes shining down at her in the dark. His hands were gently placed on either side of her body, trapping her.
"I was wondering when you would notice me standing over by your door. But you were too busy watching the alarm clock…or maybe I just liked hearing you moan and whine for me," he mumbled down to her while his eyes scanned over her body.
She sucked in a big breathe as he lowered his forehead to hers. "That's not fair," she whispered. Her heart hammered against her chest as a mixture of excited fear rushed through her veins. Her thoughts jumbled together: she felt so unlike herself. Or maybe this was the real her and he was just melting her façade.
He moved his forehead down the side of her face, to where her neck and shoulder met. He rested his head there as he slowly moved his arms to wrap around her. She stayed completely still.
"You know…I think I want to show you what really isn't fair, Alex," Justin mumbled, letting his lips brush her bare skin. She closed her eyes. She felt a tingling sensation from the contact. The feeling went straight to her core.
She squirmed underneath him, because suddenly she needed fresh air…What the hell was he doing to her?
"Justin," she breathed out heavily. She moved her hands up to his torso. Her fingertips brushed against the cloth of his shirt, moving up and down. Her eyes stayed glued to her own small hands, enjoying every tremble he gave her under her fingertips. It amazed her how he melted into her touch every time she touched him, even when they weren't doing anything sexual at all.
She looked up into his eyes, and gave him a teasing smirk as her hands trailed down to the hem of his stupid Tears of Dork shirt. Or was it Tears of Blood? Who cared…it wasn't going to be on for very long.
As the tips of her fingers tried to get a hold on his shirt, he unwrapped himself from her and roughly grabbed her roaming hands. With her wrists locked in his hands, he violently thrust them above her head.
"Not so fast. I want tonight to…last." He seemed to choose the word carefully. He searched her eyes for any fear or uncertainty. His eyes stayed glued to hers, his face a mask of ambiguity.
"Justin…it's ok," Alex rolled her eyes. He nodded as he fixed his knees on each side of her, though the stupid look of doubt was still on etched in his features. He moved his face down to hers, their lips just inches apart.
"I know what you want, Alex," Justin mumbled against her lips, not quite kissing her, while his free hand stayed glued to her hip. "You want me to kiss you…right?" His breath smelled like peppermint and sin. She rolled her hips a bit to get him to move his hand, but to no avail. She couldn't contain the whimper that crept up her throat. "How about you do it instead."
His palm pushed her hip down, keeping it still. His other hand squeezed her wrists as she opened her mouth to respond.
"Justin. Stop messing with me," Alex hissed between her clenched teeth.
"I'm waiting, Alex," he mumbled against her lips again. The peppermint smelled delicious. She wanted to see if it tasted as sweet as she imagined.
She looked up at his waiting lips. He wanted to have her make the first move, to make her feel like she had some form of control until he snatched it away from her again. She was the master of mind fucking. What made him think it was suddenly his gig?
He was getting angry, and she hadn't realized his free hand was holding her bottom now until he gave it a warning squeeze.
She needed friction of some kind, any kind.
Slamming her lips to his, she didn't hold back. Neither did he. He always tasted better than she remembered. The electric shock from his hands and lips was putting her senses on overdrive. Her eyes shut, and she could feel him lowering his hand away from her bottom to her smooth thigh. He bit her bottom lip, silently telling her to open her mouth.
She opened on command, and the feeling of their tongues touch in harmony before it turned out into an all out war between the two, was almost too much. She moaned in the back of her throat as his tongue danced with hers. His hand was now under her skirt, taunting and teasing her panty covered bottom. Pinching and bunching the fabric as his lips moved harshly against hers.
She arched her back, pushed her chest up against his. He let out a growl in the back of his throat and nibbled her bottom lip. Usually he didn't like her making any movements unless he'd agreed to them. Pfft, like she listened to him anyway.
He didn't do anything to stop her except squeeze her bottom and wrists. She made a daring move and used her feet to lift her up higher, to touch her pelvis to his.
He let out a groan and started rubbing her bottom with his intoxicating touch. Pulling his face from hers, he gave her a glare but didn't say anything. Their chests moved against one another's as they tried to regain their breath. She almost gave a victory grin when she could finally feel his hard-on. Time to play the "who could get more turned on by the other" game, and she's not exactly sure but she thinks she's losing already and that makes her even more frustrated with him. She rubbed her hips into his as hard as she could, breathing hard against his shoulder.
He rubbed his groin against hers in return, and lowered their bodies down so she didn't have to rely on her feet for support. He started moving his lips down the side her face, stopping where her jaw and neck connected. It was her sweet spot; it made her crazy.
"You're such a naughty girl," Justin mumbled against her skin, and she wasn't sure if he was talking to her. She didn't have time to think about it as he started sucking her sensitive skin.
She grunted and flung her head back, rocking her hips in a faster rhythm. The fact that they were both clothed was no help at all. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut.
His hand held on tighter to her wrists, and she could feel the circulation being cut off. He moved his hand away from her bottom and she whimpered. His hand didn't move to reconnect with her ass. Instead he pushed his hip away from hers.
He even stopped sucking the sweet spot at the side of her face. She felt him blow against her wet skin. The odd feeling made goose bumps ripple across her arms and legs. His free hand grabbed her right leg and pushed it up onto his shoulder, and she watched the movements under lidded eyes.
Her left leg dangled on the other side of him, having no support of Justin's shoulders. She had to lick her lips in anticipation as she watched his finger moving closer to her panty covered vagina. His eyes stared at hers; she saw heavy desire circling within.
She felt his finger hook around her panties, lightly touching her clit. The jolt of electricity was almost too much to bear. She sucked in a deep breath at the touch. Biting down hard on her lip, she tightly shut her eyes.
As he slowly moved her panties down her legs, not taking his eyes off her, he murmured, "Go ahead and scream. No one can hear you but me. I already placed all the spells around your room. Everyone else is already asleep."
She felt him remove the soaking wet underwear. He flung it across the room and she slowly opened her eyes again. He situated her leg back against his shoulder.
"Plus…I want to hear you scream."
He had to take a moment to pause. Looking over at her nightstand, his eyes lit up in recognition. "Well, well, well, I don't think this needs to be within your reach." He reached over and grabbed the sleek red handle of her wand. Leaning back to inspect it further, he gave her a little smile. She narrowed her eyes at him. Throwing her wand over his shoulder he continued, "Now does it?"
"Wha- …My wand!" she cried and tried to look over him.
She let out a breathy moan, forgetting all about the magical instrument as she felt the pad of his thumb drag across her wet slit ever so slowly. It was just a light touch, and she needed more. He continued moving his thumb down, leaving her hot and ready entrance to move around to her butt crack.
The wetness from her pussy was spread by his venturous thumb. She heard him make a heavy groan. She quivered. His hand slowly rubbed her smooth bottom as he gave her wrist another squeeze.
His hand moved away from her ass, hovering under her bottom, and she could feel her heart speed up even more. "So bad," he moaned. She could just barely see his fingers twitch as he stared down at her. Did he like the bad Alex? She smiled slightly at the thought.
He looked back up into her eyes, his desire shining through his grey irises. "I'm going to fix that." Before another moment ticked by, his hand slapped her round ass. Hard.
She arched her back. "It hurts, Justin," she let out in a breathy groan.
To her surprise, he stopped and let go of her wrist. She looked up at him confused, as he watched her hands return to the normal color they once were. Her wrist tingled as the blood returned. That's going to leave a bruise, she thought.
"Are you ok?" He asked with this dorky urgency that made her want to smack him, because God forbid she couldn't handle a bruise or two. She nodded her head just so he would calm down.
He moved her onto her stomach, and made quick work of flipping her skirt up so he could get a good view of her bottom. He moved his other hand up under her camisole, letting his hands make trails on her back as he moved the shirt up to show more of the skin beneath.
He unclipped her bra, (For a dork, she has to say he's pretty good at unsnapping her bra as quickly as possible). His other hand continuously rubbed her bottom sending little electric shocks throughout her system. She let out a girlish squeal, which she was sure made him smirk, as he dug his fingernails down her back. The sensation was painful, and she wasn't sure if he knew.
Moving his nails up her back again, not letting up on the rubbing, he situated his face right behind her ear. His fingers moved to grab the back of her neck, putting just a small amount of pressure there.
He kissed the back of her neck and mumbled, "I'm going to spank you." His voice was husky whisper. "You're going to like it. If you sound like you don't…Well," he snorted into her curls. "I just hope for your sake that you don't."
She shivered at the way he sounded: so harsh and nothing like he sounded like in front of other people. "Now show that you understand me." She quickly nodded her head. "Good girl, you're learning."
He rubbed his nose against her skull, breathing in her vanilla scent before kissing her head once again. "Now. How many times were you naughty today? Let's count shall we." He found her ear and nibbled on it.
"Justin," she moaned into the pillow as he kissed down the side of her face to her cheek. Her face was covered by the pillow, so she couldn't shut him up with a kiss. Plus he was holding her down so she couldn't even move. She liked jumping into things head first so why not skip all this boring punishment stuff and move on to the sex?
"Once, when you decided to sneak into my room," he kissed her cheek, and she could feel his hand on her neck let up a bit. She moved her face to the side to see him better. He moved her hair out of the way, before wrapping his hand around her torso. His hair was spiked up in his usually geeky fashion yet it was like he was different, this dominate form of himself.
"What suddenly I can't go into your room? I thought you trusted me," she glared at him.
"This isn't up for debate Alex," he mocked in a whiny voice that she use to have when she was thirteen.
"Gah," she huffed and rolled her eyes.
"That's two for trying to deny you need a spanking," he smirked at her. She only rolled her eyes. His lips met the corner of hers, making her crave more.
"Why am I missing a good five shirts and a couple of boxers," he asked more than said giving her a strange look. "So that's six," he mumbled, but she caught it.
"You leave them, I keep them. Plus I thought sisters shared their clothes," she let out her trademark "Alex chuckle."
"That's ten," he grumbled. "Extra. So do the math that's eighteen now." He smiled at her, waiting for her to make a usual snarky remark. "And I still want my clothes back."
She smiled, "I think I'm helping you out a lot by keeping them."
"Nineteen. Want to add more?" He asked her, his grey eyes holding a glint of mischief.
Her dark chocolate eyes narrowed at him, but she held back, not wanting to add any more spanks. She only nodded her head slowly, while his slow rubbing on her ass made her feel more and more antsy.
"You didn't act up too bad at home. Except at dinner," He growled.
"I didn't do any-," she was cut off by him slamming his lips to hers.
She couldn't do much from the position she was in. Her neck was already stretched as far as it could go. But his needy lips on hers made her do the impossible, even though it hurt her neck like hell.
He stopped kissing her lips and moved his lips down her jaw. She let out a little whimper. "You kept shoving your cleavage in my face at dinner. Were you trying to make me take you right then and there in front of our whole family?" He asked.
"I just wanted you," she took a deep breathe. "I just wanted you to look at me."
Did she really just say that? She wasn't sure what the hell was coming out of her mouth anymore. It freaked her out that he could get the truth out of her way easier than any other truth spell she'd ever been under. "You already take up ninety-five percent of my attention," he mumbled against her neck, holding her closer.
She could just barely feel his hard-on, but it was blocked by his hand that was still rubbing her bottom. "What-," she licked her lips. "What about the other five percent?"
"It's filled with what I'm going to do to you next," he smirked against her jaw as she shivered in response.
"You're still not thinking about me enough," she smiled with her eyes closed. "Plus you kept looking down at your plate. It annoyed me, what else was I supposed to do?"
"If I'd looked at you I would have jumped you," he said harshly against her jaw. "Somebody left me high and fucking dry earlier today." Justin barely ever cursed, only when he was truly pissed. "That's another ten."
"You deserved it," Alex muttered gleefully. Pissing him off was a favorite hobby of hers, consequences be damned.
"Add a couple more," he whispered down to her. "Have you been keeping up with the math?"
He didn't wait for her to respond. "You're going to count each time I spank you until you reach the magic number. Which I hope you remember how many times you were bad otherwise I'll just start all over." He sat back up, keeping one hand on her back to keep her down. "You mess up your count, I start over. You forget what number we're on, I start over. You scream, I start over. Understand?"
He shifted himself around, taking something out of his back pocket. She craned her neck to watch him mumbling a spell at his wand. She saw a flash of light before his wand morph into a wooden paddle.
"Alex...I need to know if you understand me or not," he said examining the wooden paddle. She nodded in a daze. What the fuck had happened to her dorky brother? It was like he was possessed. Was he under some sort of spell? He was barely ever this rough with her. Well…except for that one time after she made him pay four hundred dollars for a dollhouse about a month ago…
He eyed her, as if making sure she wasn't going to back down. She didn't, even though she's not sure.
He tapped the paddle lightly on his hand, and then brought it down gently to her butt. Tapped it lightly on her, and then brought it back over his head. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his lips drawn in a tight line. Alex quickly shut her eyes, scared.
"Start counting, Alex," Justin said in a husky voice.
The paddle came down with a load smack. She felt tears rush up in her eyes. The pain was worse than she'd thought it would be. "One," her voice cracked.
He scraped his nails on her back again before bringing the paddle back down hard. "Two," she breathed. A salty tear slide down her cheek.
Ok, this isn't fun anymore.
"Two," he mumbled with her, rubbing her already red ass. She hid her face in the pillow so he couldn't see her crying.
She heard him take a moment to pause, a breath of hesitation, before he brought the paddle down again…and again…and again. By the time they got to eight she had forgotten the number that came after it because the pain hurt her so badly. "Ninth," Alex hissed.
"Do you mean nine?" He asked, rubbing his thumb down her spine. "Or ten?"
She could hear the smirk in his voice. "Nine…"
"Good," he said slamming the paddle back down.
"Ten." Slam. "El-eleven." Slam. "Twelve." Slam.
By the time they reached twenty she couldn't feel her ass anymore…and it had actually begun to feel, well, oddly good. She couldn't even feel anything, just a small spark that went straight to her core.
"Twenty-nine." Slam. "Thirty." Slam.
"Thirty-one," she moaned as he brought the paddle down one last time.
She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard him throw the paddle across the room. He flipped her over easily and attacked her lips. She only whimpered like a wounded animal. He growled. Her sore ass ached against the cool sheets beneath her.
He pulled away to look her over. "Did you cry?"
"It doesn't matter," she groaned, kissing his lips, but he pulled away again. She opened her mouth to protest.
"It felt kind of…good by the end," she murmured before he could make some retort about how her punishment probably wasn't the greatest idea ever.
He tilted his head to the side, before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. It turned into something more as she wrapped her hands around his neck and scraped the fabric of his shirt eagerly.
He placed both hands on her hips as he continued to kiss her, slowly moving his fingers up her stomach, to her scrunched up shirt. He pulled himself away from her and took off her shirt with a quick yank. Her curls fell back in waves around her shoulders. Her bra slid off to the side, forgotten already.
Throwing her shirt, he pulled his own off. She watched in a mesmerized awe as his muscles rippled. She smirked silently, glad he's worked so hard for those muscles since the day he became a monster hunter.
He threw his shirt to the side, and puts both hands on either side of her face. "You already done for the night?" He asks her with a twinkle in his eye. His eyes roam down to her chest and then look back up into her face.
"Never," she said with all the stubbornness she could muster, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
A/N: Depending on the type of response I get...this is going to be continued. Loosely connected one-shots, ya know? So if you like it enough...and have ideas for it send it my way.
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