Husband Bakugou

Let’s Talk About Sex

let’s talk about sex: salt-n-pepa

MDNI

bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 1.7k

all characters are aged up!!!! like 18-19 ish

cw: praise, established relationship, inexperienced, virgins but not virginity loss, dirty talk, sex talk (idk man just go with it), dry humping if you squint, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of masterbation again if you squint.

this has just been sittin in my drafts for forever

You were a virgin, both of you were, never going past heated make out sessions and fleeting touches, never having the courage. However, after spending the day with your friends talking about their experiences with guys, you haven’t been able to get yourself off knowing there was something more pleasurable to be explored. Of course you knew about head, the gist of it that is, where you would like to be touched, speed, pressure, but actually experiencing it was something completely different. It has been so difficult trying to rub one out after things got a little too intense with Bakugou. So after hearing about how heavenly getting eaten out was, naturally you wanted to see what it was like for yourself.

You walk out of your bedroom to find him splayed across your couch in a comfortable manner, before going up to him. “Suki, can you um… can you sit up. I need to talk to you.” Your words ring in his head and the constant fear that you’re going to leave him instantly surfaces in his mind.

He clears his throat before sitting up to which you invite yourself to sit cutely in a cross cross applesauce manner in front of him. Shorts riding up in the process so only a little fabric is visible below your his sweatshirt.

“What about, baby? Somethin wrong?” He tries to sound cool but internally he is just waiting for the ‘it’s not you it me’ conversation. Seconds feel like minutes as you try to gain your composure enough to get the sentence out.

“Um you know how I was over at F/N’s the other day?” You ask and he nods tentatively. “W-well we were talking about um… well we were talking about s-sex. And they were telling me about what it’s like when a guy eats you out… a-and the way they were describing it… it just seems like it would feel so good.” You say sighing dreamily at what it might feel like.

Bakugous brain has stopped working, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Not a thought behind his eyes other than pleasuring you in a new way, until an influx of worries began to plague his mind. Were you asking him for head? He didn’t know how to do that! Why now, you never seemed very interested before?!Were you waiting for him to make the first move but decided he took too long? Just. Why now?

“O-okay but where’s this comin from? You went over there like a week ago? Why not ask when you got back?” He asks genuinely so confused.

“So um after that conversation I couldn’t stop thinking about,” You take a moment to point at his head then point between your legs, “and it made me r-really um… horny… I guess is the word. But every time I would try to help myself, I would start to imagine it was y-you then it would get ruined cause it wasn’t you.” You shyly look up from your lap with innocent eyes that beg for him to understand.

“You think about me when you…” He inquires but it isn’t so much a question more so adoration that you see him in your mind at your most intimate moments.

“W-well yea! Don’t you- don’t you think about me?” The second half comes off quieter than you intended but he hears it anyway. No verbal answer was said but the blush on his cheeks darkening gives you all the answer you need.

“So,” He clears his throat as to sound more composed, “You want me to eat you out? M not sure what i’m doing…” He says dejectedly and you think that’s his way of saying no. Bakugou sees the way your shoulders instinctively sink in disappointment so he makes the second part of his statement quick. “But I wanna learn! um, I wanna learn how to make you feel good… if you’ll teach me…”

“Really?” He can see the excitement etch your features as you look in his eyes for any regret of saying yes. “F’ course baby. Why wouldn’t I wanna get between my pretty girls thighs?” He says a little more confident now, bringing his hands down to squeeze at the plush of your thighs before lifting you to straddle him. He moves his hand up your waist landing on the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles on your jaw before guiding you to kiss him. Immediately it was heated tongues beginning to explore each other’s mouths. It’s everything you would want in a kiss, the only way you could physically show your passion for one another so far but it was all about to change when you subtly roll your hips against his seeking friction. Seeing how he wasn’t appalled by your newly lewd behavior he thinks it’s hot you once again move your hips forward, letting out a small whimper into his mouth. You were about to do it again too if it weren’t for him flipping you on your back, him above you continuing the kiss.

“Mm can’t have you cummin on my lap sweets. Want the first time you let go with me to be on my tongue. Wanna taste you.” Bakugou purrs into your ear, kissing down your neck, slowly moving his body towards your womanhood. Stopping at your shorts, he looks up at you gauging your reaction to a slow lick below your belly button. The action making you shudder in anticipation. His fingers hook at the sides of your shorts awaiting your permission to undress you. “Can I take em off pretty?” You nod nervously.

Suddenly, the thought of this being the first time a man will see your most intimate places has you shutting your eyes tightly, not wanting to see his reaction. But this was also his first time seeing a pussy, he was never one to dabble in porn, always being able to get the job done with the imagery in his mind alone. He pulled them down, underwear too in the process and you gasped audibly at the chilly air hitting your cunt so suddenly. The fact that he is quiet for a while makes you even more nervous until you feel his finger take a curious swipe through your folds.

“Jesus fucking christ” He whispers as he sees the wetness that secreted from your hole. In hearing that the first thing your mind goes to is he thinks it’s gross, that is until you open your eyes to see him sucking your essence off his finger, eyes rolling back at the taste of you.

“Suki, please want it so bad it hurts.” You pout at him wiggling your hips to try and catch your clit on something, anything for some relief.

“Aww my poor baby, tell your Suki where it hurts so he can kiss it better.” He coos, loving the way your eyes are glossing over from gaining pleasure in his words alone.

“Right here Suki, n-need it right here.” You let your hand drag down to your throbbing nub, aching for some kind of friction, and giving it a few tight circles before reluctantly pulling away. He stairs at the spot you showed him trying to commit it to memory. Pshh what’s all this about not finding the clit? You just showed him where it was! How are other men struggling with this? He leans down to cautiously make the first swipe of his tongue across the bundle of nerves trying to see if he was doing it right. But after seeing your hips jolt, eyes rolling back at the foreign feeling, he figures he’s at least got this down.

He continues to lap at your clit in small short licks trying to get one thing right at a time. Bakugou feels your hand gravitate to his hair, fingers intwining themselves with the strands as you gently start to pull. The groan that leaves his mouth is enough to tell you how much he likes the slight burning sensation as you pull. He’s licking and licking and licking until you say something, “S-suck it Suki, fuck me with your fingers while you suck.” His eyes widen at your wording but ultimately enjoys the noticeable sign that you’re getting more comfortable.

Bakugou slowly brings his finger to your entrance, collecting some of your wetness onto it before carefully slipping it inside of you. And just when you thought it couldn’t feel any better, he finally began to suck on your clit, moaning around you at your taste, the vibrations sending pleasurable jolts through you. His finger moves in and out of you smoothly, reaching places your tiny fingers couldn’t. Just a little more and you would for sure cum. Once he sees that your hole is big enough to comfortably accommodate his finger he adds another creating a pleasurable stretch.

“Oh god yes, fuuuck yes! C-curl your fingers! Please p-please!” Your eyes have officially shut, brows furrowed basking in how intoxicating it feels. He does as you say, curling his fingers upward grazing against a small spongy spot inside of you. All the while still basically making out with your nub.

“Right there! Don’t stop— d-dont stop… Oh my fucking god! K-katsukiiii!” You moan out pornographically, hips rolling onto his tongue and hand chasing your orgasm. And he knows when it hits, core tightening around his fingers so hard he thinks they may break, thighs shooting up to squish his head in between them, fingers still dancing through his hair albeit harder now desperately trying to get him to keep going.

Once the after shocks die down, you lie limp on the couch, cum dripping from your throbbing hole.

“How *pant* are you *pant* so fucking *pant* good at that?!” He licks your excess juice off his lips before he answers.

“So I did okay?” He asks nervously, way out of character for him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You just made me cum the hardest I ever have and you’re asking me if you did okay?! Yes! God fucking yes you did so good.” you assure him.

His cocky nature returning to him as he hears your praise, leaning down to whisper sexily in your ear, “Course I did, I’m Katsuki fuckin Bakugou. Now spread those legs again pretty. Still gotta stick my tongue in this pussy.”

Your friends are gonna love this.

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana @melaniebakugo @keyz-writes @kuleo26 @sirensuki @theweasleysrule @asmaechan

hii!! i just found ur blog (rlly cute theme btw) and I wanted to submit a fluff or smut (or both idk) letter w bakugo please

hope u have a good day or night and remember to rest ☺️

@esloao requests: could you do both letters involving bakugo when he miss reader while they're separated?

A/N: you won’t even believe it (because I don’t even believe it) but this is my first smut that I’ve ever written LMAO.

INCLUDES: PRO-HERO BAKUGO X fem CIVILIAN READER

WARNINGS: vulgar language, smut, fluff

FLUFF! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED it feels as if all odds are against you. The days pass, each one longer than the other. You felt as if another part of you was missing from your soul, and the rest of you was functioning on autopilot— no one told you how hard it is to date a pro-hero…

Let alone that pro-hero being the #2 ranked hero in the country.

Depending on the urgency of the mission, Bakugo would regularly call you. Around two-three times a day. One in the morning, one at work, and one at night.

Your co-workers would see how you beamed at your phone when the call log showed your boyfriends name. A light squeal would slip from your mouth as your scurry away from your post to answer the phone call.

Most of the phone conversations would consist of your boyfriend asking you if you slept/ate well. And if you haven’t done any of those things he’ll cuss you out immediately.

Or when you’d tell him how your day was, telling him how stressful work was. He’d tell you you get some rest…knowing you won’t but it’s the thought that counts.

Sometimes, most of the phones calls are of you just being nosy— you regularly ask your boyfriend what he’s doing for his mission, regardless of how “top secret” the mission was supposed to be.

“What? So you go to the area to find no hostages and it was all a false call?” You say, confused and irritated at the news your partner tells you.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe the top agency, left my girl all alone at home for a week! Just for this bullshit,” your boyfriend snarled. You become warm at his sweet undertone of words.

“I mean- this is a high school level scenario, I swear we must be getting punked–“

“Does this mean you’re coming home early?” You coo. This makes Bakugo chuckle on the other line.

“Yes baby, hold your horses I’ll be there later.”

SMUT! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED things can get a little carried away when you finally see each other again.

You sit on the couch, waiting impatiently, staring— burning holes into the front door of your shared home. You missed him so much, you needed him so bad.

Not to get sentimental, but everyday you spend with him feels like your last. Dating a pro-hero takes mental strength. Knowing that the person you wake up next to might not make it to kiss you goodnight is heart breaking to think about.

It was a harsh ideology to accept, and you still haven’t accepted it.

So every time you hear those keys jingle, and every time you watch that door open to see your loving boyfriends amber eyes shoot around the room to be met with yours. You immediately jump at him, holding onto hip like if you looked away for one mere second he’d disappear.

And every. single. time. your boyfriend comes home, this leads to the best sex you’ve ever had.

Legs hitched behind your head as your loving boyfriend pounds into you, each thrust burning so lustfully.

Sweat dripping from his forehead and onto yours, your loud breathy moans and his heavy grunts filled the room like a thick fog.

There was no time for words, only action.

His eyes looked into yours, staring into your tear glazed eyes and through to your soul. His hands clawed onto the back of your thighs, deep moans with each thrust.

Your arms shakily wrapped around his neck, nails digging deep into his scalp as you loudly moan, sloppily thrusting your hips forward for more pleasure.

“Y’missed me baby?” He growled, the loud slaps of your skin against his acts as beats of silence, which only makes you shiver.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, licking your dry lips you try your best you look at him, but your eyes roll back and shut as you let out another wanton moan.

“You missed taking my dick didn’t ya?” Bakugo leans down, applying more pressure to your legs. Now his hard thrusts slow into his pelvis slowly rolling into your wetness.

Your eyes shoot open, you squeal as your boyfriend hits those bundles of nerves he knew he needed to hit. Letting out a gasp, you arms shoot from his neck and start to crawl at his back.

“Mhm!” You shake your head rapidly, as all you hear is the heavy breathing between the two of you.

“Mm thought so” Bakugo growls in your ear. Your boyfriend continues to rolls his hips, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Y-y’know, every fuckin time I leave here…all I think about is you and my pussy” He says.

My?

The simple word that left his mouth makes you clench so hard— it makes the both of you breathless, you hear your boyfriend let out a loud moan.

“Shit, you like that? You like your pussy only belonging to me, honey?” He moans, you couldn’t even speak anymore.

“You like knowing that this is my pussy and only mines? You love how I make my pussy feel s’good?” He growls in your ear, he stops his grinding only to reposition himself. Growling, he slowly pulls out—soon slamming his length back in.

This makes you scream out.

“Katsuki!” Tears streaming down your face, the makeup you put on today melting off with ease.

Now, every thrust was rough with no intention of stopping.

“Fuck, Y/n!” He whimpers, head touching yours as he sloppily peppers kisses all over your face.

“Katsuki I’m gonna f’kin…cum,” eyes rolling back as your head slams onto the soft pillow.

“Yeah? Your gonna cum using your dick?” He whispers, eyes rolling back as he nears his end as well.

“Yes, I’m gonna cum using my dick” you moan out. Bakugo let’s out a half-chuckle, reaching down to caress your face with his warm hands. He places a warm, soft kiss on your lips.

Looking at his face, you notice that he was teary eyed as well. The eyeliner he used for his hero work smears as tears trickle down his cheeks.

“I love y-you,” Bakugo breathes out. This makes your breath hitch.

Bakugo is the type to rarely say those three words. He doesn’t take these words lightly. So you knew that when he meant it, he meant it.

“I love you too, Katsuki” you whimper giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Soon taking a hand from his back to caress his face.

You knew that you saying his first name was his weak spot. As you could tell the way his hips stuttered and his eyes slowly roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m cummin, fuck!”

Bakugo soon thrusts at a lethal pace, the only sound in the room was the slapping of your skin. As the both of you reach climax, orgasming hard and silent.

Time goes by as Bakugo collapses on top of you, bodies rising and falling as the only sounds are the pace of your slow breaths. You hold on tight to Bakugo, tears still streaming down your face as you revel in the moment.

You missed Katsuki, and he missed you too.

RRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! FIRST SMUT EVER LETS GO

I hope you liked this, I’m sorry if it’s cringey but I thought I did good, please let me know how I did or this will loom over my existence for the rest of my life :)

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

be nice to people >:(

Guys i think i forgot how to write proper sentences

Thinking about a casual makeout session with Katsuki. You’re not really dating but neither of you really knows what to call this weekly routine either.

All he knows is everytime you sigh his name into his mouth, he’s more and more convinced he’s gonna marry you.

cw. masochism, blood, marks, smut (MDNI)

no because iwaizumi loves waking up and looking in the mirror to the markings that you made on his back. all red and swollen, they sting when he cleans them, but he's not ashamed of what you did last night.

he remembers the way your nails dig into his skin. they were perfectly manicured and he made sure to pay for you to get them done just for this. his hips bucking against yours when he feels the acrylics piercing his skin and drawing a bit of blood. he nearly cums then and there, filling up your sopping pussy even more as cum oozes out.

he loves it. loves it so much that when he goes out to the gym and he wears a muscle tee or no shirt at all, he isn't shameless to the stares he get. face contorted in complete concentration, no one really dares to approach him to comment about it because he's already intimidating as is.

and you usually try and apologize when you see what you did even though you damn well know he loves you marking him up. he always hushes your apologies, pulling you for another kiss as his hand grabs the fatty skin of your ass. he's ready to fuck again, rutting his hardening boner against you. "don't worry about it, doll."

[9:35pm]

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Thinking about you doing that one tiktok trend where the girl sets up the phone in front of the guy and tells him to listen to the lyrics of the bruno mars song.

You run up to Bakugou sitting on the couch and set up the phone in front of you to on the coffee table. He doesn’t make a move to get up, just watching as you fumble with the settings on whatever app you were on before turning to him with instruction.

“Okay just listen to the lyrics. Got it suki?” You say with your hands interlocked at your chest and a hopeful look on your eye. However he doesn’t respond, only grunting in affirmation and nodding his head at your phone for you to start. He watches you start the video before awkwardly standing slightly to the right in front of him.

“fellas grab your ladies if your ladies fine”

Without hesitation he grabs your arm only for you to stumble back onto his lap. You’re looking completely shocked at him somehow not knowing he would do that (smh my head) and he is just smirrrkking at youuuuu. When you watch it back omg you will hide your face in his chest while he just laughs because while yes he should be annoyed at hearing the sound a million times he is also flattered you are so flustered by his action.

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@mybabekatsuki @trafalgar-lau

EEEK OMGOMGOMGOMG- IT IS TOO GOOD🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

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Kuroo Tetsurou x F!Reader

Description: You and your boyfriend, Kuroo decide to make the night last as long as possible to which suggests an activity which keeps your two up deep into the night. 

Rating: Fluff, Smut

Disclaimer: Sex, Nudity, Insecurities, Cunnilicus, Vaginal Sex, Established Relationship 

Word Count: 3,361

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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“Fucking bullshit!” Kuroo yelled at the TV which was playing the latest mutant monster movie. Apparently, King Kong using weapons against Godzilla was ‘cheating” as he so passionately stated about fifteen times in the past thirty minutes. 

You laughed, tears welling in your eyes from both the lack of sleep and the giggly mood you were in. Tonight was the last day of your and Kuroo’s first semester in college which had a lot of emotions come up. Both of you silently agreed to make the day last as long as possible which led to both of you being half-awake, surrounded by blankets and snacks, watching what must have been the fiftieth movie of the night. 

“You’re just mad the big dumb lizard can’t beat brains,” you said with a smirk on your face as Kuroo seemed to burn with the need to go on a rant about how wrong you were but sadly didn’t have the energy for it. He settled for glaring at you with the most concentration he could muster up before he cracked a smile. In the end, both of you ended up laughing, holding onto each other for support.

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I just had to say I love your theme!!! 🌸 it’s so pretty and so is your writing & blog 🥰

awwww thank you that’s so sweet :))) it’s always nice to hear stuffies like that cuz i constantly doubt everything i do but hey don’t we all hehe

i love you @liberace2 smooch

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18+ MDNI, sensitive content

warnings: katsuki calls while you’re in the middle of touching yourself because he’s got intuition like that, fem!reader, phone sex, voice kink (barely), marriage talk, angst if you squint, dialogue heavy, sextape mentioned, generally filthy <3

wc: 1.2k

Whoever’s calling is lucky they didn’t ruin an orgasm. The phone starts ringing while you’re knuckle deep in your cunt, and when you check the caller ID, you have no choice but to pick up.

“Hi, Katsuki.” You do your best to coach your voice to sound mostly normal and can only hope he doesn’t pick up on your erratic breath.

“Hi, baby. just wanted to check on you. You up to anythin’?” Fuck, he’s the perfect fiancé. He’d be so upset to know what you’re doing without him. You click the speaker button and toss your phone onto the mattress next to you.

Just hearing the soft rasp of his voice was enough to get you moving again, but instead touching your pussy how he would this time. Plunging two fingers into yourself and curling them up, using the other hand to press onto your clit. Sometimes he doesn’t rub circles into it like he knows you like, only presses, and when he’s feeling particularly mean, pinches. His goal each time is to make your thighs shake and cunt suck his fingers in deeper, and only then does he give your body what it wants. You’re already hot and leaking, slick dripping onto the clean sheets under you.

“N-Nothing much.” You reply, attempting to sound as bored as possible, cursing yourself when you most definitely do not.

Maybe he won’t catch it.

“Nothing, huh?” He questions, and you can clearly hear the smirk infecting voice, “Doesn’t sound like nothin’ to me.”

You have no such luck, you suppose.

“Tell me the truth.” He commands, without much conviction behind his words. But still, you could never disobey.

“Touching myself.” You break easily and confess amid sharp inhales of breath.

“Are you now? Without me?” He feigns betrayal, pain entwined in his voice, but you knew that he was being smug, trying to make you feel guilty for something that wasn’t really your fault.

“You’re never- ungh- home anymore, Katsuki.” You bite back at him, a choked moan slipping between, though you’re really lashing out to hide the hurt of that truth.

“I know. I’m sorry,” He acknowledges quietly. “Can I come home and make it up to you?”

“R-Right now?” Why is he asking for permission?

“Yes, now. It’s a little slow over here.” He talks casually to you as if you don’t have your fingers stuffed into your pussy.

“Please.” You mumble, not really focused on the conversation anymore, attention instead brought to what you were doing between your legs.

“Please, what?” He goads. Real cheeky.

“Please come home and- oh- touch me.” They slip deeper into you, hitting a sweet spot, and you have half the mind to think that maybe you should grab a toy to really punish him.

“Gonna do more than just touch ya, sweetheart.” His voice lowers an octave while he speaks.

“Tell me.” You puff.

“You like hearing me say it?” The undertone of tease in his voice is unmistakeable. So is the sound of his car engine starting up.

“You know I do.” You answer. He’s got you grinning stupidly up at the ceiling, thrilled and giddy that he’s really coming home just for you.

“Should punish you for havin’ fun without me,” You almost whine aloud, but it’s caught in your throat, “Not gonna, though. ‘S my fault you had to,” You faintly hear his blinker ticking, “Wanna sit you on my face and use my tongue on you. Put my fingers in your pussy to stretch you out a bit and hit that spot I know you like, the one that gets you shaking,” You roll your eyes. You know him like a book, “Put my cock in you as deep as it can fuckin’ reach,” He groans, and you picture him grabbing the bulge in his pants, “Fuck. ‘M hard just thinkin’ about you, sweetness.”

“Gonna play with yourself?” You ask almost too eagerly, loving how loose his lips get when he touches himself.

Over the line you hear him chuckle, “No. I have patience, unlike some people. Wanna save this all for you,” Indistinct honking can be heard over the line, “And how would it look if a Pro like me was caught jerking off while driving?”

“It would look like he loves his fiancé so much that he’s willing to break the law he’s supposed to enforce.” You’ve nearly stopped touching yourself at this point, to focused on teasing him to do anything but rub mindless circles onto your clit.

“‘M good to you in other ways, baby.”

“You’re not.” You say, smile bubbling under the surface of your lips.

“Oh, yeah? Mind telling me what makes me such a bad fiancé?” You hear the grin in his voice while he says it. If you close your eyes, you can imagine what he must look like right now. Driving with one hand, the other palming the hard bulge filling his pants. Smiling in the way he only lets you see and no one else. Perfect and precious Katsuki.

“If you were a good one your cock would be in me already. Wouldn’t have to take care of anything myself.” You know it’s not his fault that he’s not here. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still give him a hard time. He spoils you, and he knows it.

“I’ll make sure I’m home at your every whim from now on.” He jokes. There’s a pause, and you can feel a palpable shift back into your arousal, reminding you why you were on the phone in the first place, “What were you thinkin’ about?”

“When what?” You ask airily, not exactly done taunting him.

He takes it in stride, “When you were fingering yourself without me there to watch.”

“Oh, then,” You say, and you catch his huff of laughter through the line, “Didn’t have to think. Was watching something before you rudely interrupted.”

“Mm, that right? You gonna tell me what?” He pokes, though he’s sure that he already knows your answer.

“Our video.” You admit, biting your bottom lip in expectation after you say it.

“Yeah? You like seeing yourself get fucked?” He snickers, “Favorite part about that video is when you start creamin’ on me. Makes me cum every time,” You hear the sound of the gearshift clicking into place, “‘M home.”

“Get your ass in this bed before I die.”

“Dramatic much?”

You say nothing else and wait for him to come discover you, naked in your shared bed. When he opens the door, your eyes flick over him in unadulterated lust.

He has his phone pressed to his ear, and yours is still on speaker. It echoes through the room when he says, “More perfect than I could ever fuckin’ imagine.”

You giggle and tap the end call button, and watch as he already starts unbuttoning his shirt, not even finishing the job before he starts crawling onto the bed with you. Approaching you like a predator, prey laid out sweetly beneath him. His fingers waste no time trailing up your thigh, not stopping until he can cup your sex with one big hand.

“Can’t wait to make you my wife and have this pussy for all of fuckin’ eternity,” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss on the soft and heated skin of your neck, “You wanna be mine forever?”

“Already am.” You whisper to him.