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Soft Touches

Description: you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

Warnings: acquaintances to lovers, reader is AFAB, weed smoking (both parties so no real dub con), fem oral receiving, praise kink, p in v unprotected sex.

A/N: It's my birthday! And I'm high, and horny, so happy birthday! If you've read my work you KNOW I'm a sucker for the first time y/n fucks Eddie. When I'm a benevolent dictator it shall be a universal holiday ;)

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“Eddie, what the hell was in that?” 

Floating in a cloud of your high, the entire room seemed to glow in pink and orange, senses tinged in a sunset glow. You were definitely stoned out of your tree if you were comparing Eddie's stuffy, cramped room to a breath-taking sunset. 

“It's a new strain I got from Rick. You feeling it?” 

“Oh, I'm feeling it alright. I can hear colours.” 

Eddie's rich laugh echoed off the walls of his trailer. He laid on the bed casually, one arm slung beneath his head making his tight t-shirt ride up slightly. Just a peek of his happy trail was on display, which you tried, and failed, not to stare at. 

It was proving difficult, especially since you sat criss-cross apple sauce on his floor. His body was eye level, handcuff belt shining softly in the low light. The glint of that drew your eyes even lower, concentrating on the bulge you could see in his jeans.

You thought you were being sneaky. You absolutely were not. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you gonna answer me or just stare at my dick?” 

“Huh?” 

Shaking your head as if to clear it, you finally met his gaze. 

“I said, you can come lay up here if you want.” 

Halfway between getting up and still in a weird little crouch his words finally filtered through your addled brain. 

“I wasn't staring at your dick!” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

Frozen, mind empty of comebacks, you clambered out of your goblin stance and stood up, when the blood decided to rush to your head. 

“Oh Holy shit.” 

Your knees buckled, and you would have ended up face first on Eddie's carpet if he hadn't caught you. 

“Easy there, I've got you.” 

Eddie's firm hands held your upper arms tightly as he manoeuvred you to sit on his bed. The room was spinning, everything was drifting out of focus. 

“I need to lie down.” 

Eddie pulled you towards his pillows and laid you down gently, picking your legs up and settling them on the bed with you. Staring up at his off white ceiling, things began to drift back in. Once the room finally stopped swooping around in your vision, you started to come to your senses. 

You are on Eddie Munson's bed. You knew him, sure, only in a ‘can I come round so you can smoke us out and listen to music’ kind of way. You'd hardly call him a friend. This though, feeling the heat of his body next to you, him leaning on his side staring at you worriedly seemed entirely outside of your current arrangement. 

Suddenly the air was stifling, Eddie's warmth only exacerbating the matter. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, just really warm. And fucking high.” 

Eddie laughed, relieved.

“Thank fuck, I was scared for a minute.” 

You fumbled at the hem of your oversized sweater, attempting to wriggle it up your body but all motor skills were beyond you right now. 

“Eddie.” You pouted at him, flapping the edge of your sweater with frustrated hands. 

“You want this off?” 

“Please.” 

He flashed you a mischievous grin and pulled up upright, beginning to draw the offensive sweater up and over your form. 

“Didn't think you'd be begging me to undress you sweetheart.” 

Rolling your eyes in response, you held your arms over your head like a petulant toddler. Sweater removed and tossed to the foot of the bed, you risked a glance at Eddie. He was entirely preoccupied, staring at your bare midriff that was now on display. 

“It's a crop top Eddie, get over it.” 

Flinging yourself back down on the pillow, Eddie coughed, looking a little flustered, and settled in next to you. 

“Sorry, I didn't expect it. You always wear baggy shit.” 

“Comfortable shit, thank you. I come here to smoke, it's not New York fashion week.”

Eddie ran a finger across you, just below your belly button. The barely there touch blazed across your skin. 

“I didn't know you had your belly button pierced.” 

Looking down, you watch as his fingers circle it, then flick the little jewel dangling off the end. Thighs clamping together out of sheer necessity, you attempt to ignore it. 

“Yeah, got it done when I was like 15, two towns over. Probably my least painful piercing. Apart from ears, of course.”

Apparently, Rick's new strain also makes you run your mouth, as well as being insanely warm and horny. It seemed you had captured Eddie's attention. He turned further towards you, one hand holding his head up. The other, much to your relief, stayed on your stomach. You're not sure he was even aware he was still stroking your skin. 

“Least painful? What other piercings do you have?” 

You seriously considered dodging the question, but it's difficult to be devious directly to those big wet eyes of his. It's like trying to lie to a baby cow. 

“Well, I got my nose done, but the piercing fell out and I didn't bother to get a new one. That one stung. But the worst had to be my… my nipples.” 

The whole bed lurched as Eddie jumped up and sat cross legged facing you. He practically flew into action, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter as if you were about to tell him some epic tale. 

“Right, tell me everything.” 

Whilst laughing at his wide eyed expression, you realise he's being completely serious. 

“Well, they er, they like, sanitise the… area, draw a dot where they're going to pierce you and tell you to take a deep breath in and it's done. It's super quick actually. It's more the after part that hurts. Why are you interested?” 

Eddie pushes his hair behind one ear, the tip of it is glowing scarlet, you notice. 

“I was thinking about getting it done my last birthday but I didn't have the cash.” 

He's staring at you, nervously chewing on a hang nail. You can practically see the unasked question dancing on his tongue. You weren't going to offer, hell no. If he wants to see he has to ask. The thing is, the way your tummy is bubbling right now, you don't think you could say no to those eyes of his. 

The question remains unsaid. He merely offers you a drag on his cigarette which you take gratefully, before he's stubbing it out and laying back down next to you. 

“How you feeling now? Bit less baked?” 

“Oh I'm still fucked, but I can see straight and I don't feel sick.” 

His fingers begin their dance again, skating over your exposed flesh, stroking down your side to your hip, across your stomach, and back again. You want to mention it. He's never touched you like this before, but you also don't want him to stop. 

“Good. Not inviting you over again if you hurl on my bed.” 

Giggling, you turn and face him. You're both on your sides now, knees close to knocking. His shirts ridden up again and before you can even register what you're doing you've placed a delicate hand on his hip. His eyes widened briefly, but that's it. Both of you are touching the others bare flesh, whispers of touches. Little, tentative things, like the bursting of soap bubbles on skin. 

“I wouldn't hurl on your bed. I'm sure I'd at least make it to the bathroom. I'm not an animal.” 

Eddie just grins in response, and you look at each other, really look. His dopey smile is the same as yours, and it seems neither of you want to mention how this seems to be rolling into very unfamiliar territory. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Why are you touching me?” 

He pushes infinitesimally closer, his knee now slotting between yours. It's a small gesture, but suddenly the situation feels even more intimate than before. 

“Because. Because it feels good. You're soft, and warm. And you keep making little noises.” 

“I do?” 

He smooths his hand higher, thumb dragging along the underside of your breast, and you let out a tiny, quivering whimper.

“See? Like that.” 

Opening your legs slightly wider, Eddie's knee pushes naturally further forward, his thigh now wedged between yours. His breath is fanning your nose; cigarettes, weed, and sweet snacks. 

“So sweetheart, why are you touching me?” 

Your hand presses a little more firmly, snaking underneath the hem of his shirt. With no complaint forthcoming, you reach further up, stroking his side, up over his ribs, and back down again. He responds in kind. Every kiss of fingers is electrifying, filling the room with a soft, dense tension. 

“Because it feels good. Because I saw a bit of skin and I couldn't resist.” 

“Yeah?” He's smirking as he says it, but you're beyond playing games at this point. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn't know I was irresistible.”

You pinch his skin a little and he stares at you like you just betrayed him. 

“I didn't say that, you're twisting my words.” 

“Pretty sure I heard-” 

Cutting him off with a tickle to the ribs, he grabs your hand to stop you. 

“OK, OK! You were right, I was wrong. Nice touches again please.” 

His hand swiftly makes its way back to your skin and you continue to stroke him. 

“Nice touches?” 

“Yeah, it feels really good.” 

Running your hand up, you graze his nipple, and then bring it back down, down, until you reach the top of his jeans. You graze a finger, just one, under them, sweeping across his tensing abs. Then, you move up to more innocent flesh. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

Eddie's chest is heaving, fingers pressing indents into your flesh. 

“Nice enough?” you're the one smirking this time, pleased at the effect you're having on him. 

“Yeah.” 

It's barely a word, more of a breath. You scoot closer toward him, just a couple of inches, but it's close enough to feel his thigh start to press against your heat. Gasping at the pressure, you rub subtly against his thigh to try and relieve your mounting feelings, no matter how slightly. 

Eddie's hand starts making a trembling journey up your form, fingers twisting underneath your top. Feeling the underside of your bare breast, you both gasp. Eddie undoubtedly because you weren't wearing a bra, you because, well, the obvious. The slightest graze had your nipple hardening instantly, hips rocking forward without your control. 

“Is this OK?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

Fingers stretching further, Eddie finally brushes your nipple. The feeling is magnified by your piercing; they've felt more sensitive since you got them done.

The moan that escapes is louder than you meant but it couldn't be helped. This simple touch is igniting through your nerves and rushing to your high brain. 

“Shit, they are pierced.” 

It seems to be a thought that Eddie said out loud by accident as he rubs his fingers over your ruddy nipple, slowly circling the silver balls of the jewellery. 

Another moan breaks from you, even louder this time.

“Fuuuuck Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” 

His touches become firmer, rubbing your nipple between thumb and forefinger, mapping the way your face scrunches up with his eyes.

“Yeah, jeez. They're really sensitive.” 

Practically panting in each other's mouths, your noses rub together. 

“Can- can I kiss you?” 

His words are so hesitant that it makes you giggle. Pressing your lips in a swift kiss to his full bottom lip, you respond. 

“I'd be mad if you didn't.” 

Eddie wastes no more time, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to you that you reciprocate in kind. You keep it slow, leisurely traversing new territory with soft, exploring tongues. Naturally your arms encircle him, pulling him closer, closer. His arm snakes around your back as your bodies press together, like puzzle pieces slotting together and finding their perfect match. Eventually you break away to take a gasping breath as Eddie presses kisses to your collarbone.

“I don't know why we waited so long to do that.” 

“We? I thought you just wanted me for free drugs!” 

You giggled loudly at that, so loud it came out as a snort, but it didn't matter. The moment was so honest that being cool had nothing to do with it. You were bare, in a way, and so was he. 

Eddie chuckled with you as he slowly but surely pushed you onto your back, slipping both of his legs between yours. Pushing your hips up, you feel his hardness graze your pubic bone. 

“Eddie?” 

He hums a response, lips and tongue busy loving on your neck. You tug at the hem of your top and pull upwards. Eddie gets the message, moving out of the way briefly so you can strip it off. 

There you are, bare chested in front of him. You'd be nervous, if you hadn't seen the longing in his eyes. He's kneeling, one arm leaning on the mattress whilst the other compulsively strokes your side. 

“Jesus Christ your tits are perfect.” 

The moment stretches just a little too long for comfort; you're a hair's breadth away from crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie leans down and runs his tongue around and around one nipple. Mewling pathetically, you lace your fingers in Eddie's soft waves and tug. In response his teeth graze you as he sucks softly; then he gives the other just as much attention. 

Shuddering and wriggling under him, you can't do anything but whine, your hips undulating upwards to chase some friction, some release, anything. 

“Eddie, please, I need you.” 

“Umph,” He responds, muffled by your chest, “I need you to say that again.” 

“Eddie I swear to God if you don't- ” 

He laughs, cutting off your sentence. 

“Alright baby girl, I got you.” 

Working his way down your front, he takes his time planting soft kisses, making you writhe at each touch of his lips, until he reaches your shorts. 

Flicking the button open, he slowly drags the zip down and finds the little sliver of red panties poking out. 

“Hearts? Cute.” 

Thick fingers plunge into your clothes and pull them away, flinging your shorts and panties across the room into the void that was Eddie's carpet. 

Insecurity finally gripped its claws into you. What if he didn't like what you looked like down there, smelled like, tasted like? 

A moment of unadulterated panic, and then Eddie licked his tongue, slowly yet firmly, between your lips and all the way up. Barging your thighs further apart with his shoulders, he rooted your clit out with his tongue, running dizzying circles and sucking at it desperately. 

Eddie's moans rivalled your own, such neediness etched in you swear his fingerprints will be left on the outside of your thighs like tattoos, simply from the force he held you with. Barely able to shake, you compensated by pulling his hair and guiding his tongue exactly where you needed it. 

He pushed a thick calloused finger into you slowly, looking up at you as he did so. You back arched off the bed. He felt around, staring at you with such intensity you that you were seconds away from telling him to quit staring when-

“Oh God, oh fuck!” 

Eddie smirked, sliding another finger in gently to join the first, and worked your clit between his lips. He incessantly stroked a spot inside that you'd never reach on your own, a firm, beckoning gesture as if he were willing your orgasm to come hither. 

It was working. Your insides tingle, a tightness pulling straight from your gut and shooting out to your fingers and toes. Beyond control by this point, your hand pulls his hair tightly. To your amazement, his other hand reaches out to you, seeking, and you lace your fingers in his own. 

As soon as your digits touched, you were gone. Your release plummets out of you, shaking through every bone you have, leaving you a twitching puddle of a woman. His fingers chase after it, dragging every inch of squelching pleasure out of your insides until you're tugging him away and begging for it to stop. 

As he moved back up your body, licking and sucking as he did so, you tried to think of an answer to the smug grin he was just about to flash at you. 

There was none. Brain unravelled, threads wound into your nerves instead of your thoughts, you laid there, ruminating on how he'd made you come faster than any other man.

Eddie hovered over you, nose nudging your own. He must have wiped his mouth at some point whilst you were in la la land. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Eddie, you're really fuckin’ good at that.”

“I know.”

You laugh, tapping his side.

“Cocky.”

“Confident.”

Before you can retort his mouth is back on you, peppering kisses to your jaw, as his solid member presses into your naked heat.

“Fuck Eddie, please, please please-”

“Please what baby girl?” He asks, then sucks a hickey on your neck. 

Pulling him towards you by his shirt collar, you bite down sharply on his earlobe, pulling a little groan from his chest.

“I want you to stuff me full Eddie. I'm- I'm on birth control. Fill me up.” 

You can practically feel Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, you can't just say that, I nearly busted in my pants!” 

Pulling himself off you for the shortest time he could, he peels his t-shirt over his head and flops back on top of you. Desperate kisses and urgent gropes spill from you both; grinding, needy things that tore at clothes and grasped at flesh. 

After fiddling and failing with his belt, you huff and tug harshly at his waistband. He chuckles, biting at your bottom lip as he unlatches it with ease and then wriggles his pants and boxers down his legs with urgency. 

More desperate grasps, teeth and tongues clashing violently, your hand reaching down to clutch at his- 

“Holy hell!” 

His eyes widen, hands coming to a halt, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You're too busy trying to glance down his front as he hovers over you, your fist firmly stroking his hardened cock.

“You're huge Eddie!” 

He smirks and thrusts into your hand, the velvet smoothness of his dick massaged  by your palm. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Er, no, Rick's made some truth serum or some shit because that's the biggest I've ever felt.” 

You guide him firmly towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his enlarged cock through your slickened folds. He quivers over you, arms thick with tension. 

“Baby girl just, just slip it inside, please-” 

“Now who's begging?” 

Grinning mischievously, you wait for him to start forming an answer with his mouth when you slip the head inside your sopping opening. His open mouth turns into a long drawn out moan. 

You would tease him if the feeling of him splitting you open wasn't all consuming. Which it fucking is. He just keeps pushing, and pushing, until his chest is flush with yours and he's mumbling platitudes in your ear. 

“Doing so good for me. Such a naughty, naughty girl. Getting filled up by her drug dealer? Baby girls a little dirty, isn't she?”

You're trying not to let him know how much his words affect you, but the fluttering of your satin like walls tells a different story. 

“You're not my dealer.” 

“Oh really? I'm not?” 

Pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in, you bite your lip at the drag against your insides.

“Dealer implies I buy shit. You just give it to me, like a little simp.”

Eddie's mouth drops open in mock outrage.

“You want me to give it to you now? I'll fucking give it to you baby.” 

Hooking an arm under your thigh, Eddie thrusts into you hard and devastatingly deep. And again, and again, until you start moaning wantonly right in his face, all bravado forgotten.

“Yeah? Atta girl. That good baby? Wanna feel me right here?” 

His other hand pushes against your lower stomach, the pressure deepening the pleasure he's giving you tenfold. 

“Oh Eddie, oh fuckfuckfuck!!” 

Your release explodes out of your cunt with a gush, liquid spurting out of you so hard you nearly force his impressive length out. It waves drastically, like the sea against the shore, washing and washing over you until it's hard to breathe. 

“Baby, baby! Holy shit, I think you squirted.” 

“Ya think? My God, that was… mind blowing.” 

“Yeah?” 

Looking up at him, you expect that arrogant grin, but he just looks pleased and innocent. Like a kid at Christmas. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah.”

Rolling him over with all the power left in your thighs, you pin him down and move firmly into him, ferality taking over your actions. 

“Jesus Christ, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?” 

“Maybe just a little.” 

Smirking, you hump against him, your swollen clit bumping against his pubic bone on each delicious pass. 

“Holy shit, I'm not complaining- fuck, what the- what are you doing? Jesus Christ!” 

You bounce hard on him. Seeing him writhe under you is a special kind of power, one you aren't willing to let go of. Ever.

“Fuck, b-baby girl, you're gonna make me come!” 

His intense moans spur you on further. Unable to bounce so much on shaky knees you snuggle down close to him, arms clutching his shoulders, as you grind into him. It's massaging sensations into your clit, as well as teasing your g spot with his imposing length. 

“I can't, I’m-  baby girl-” 

“I'm gonna come, Eddie please, fill me up, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cum inside me, please, fuckin’ breed me Eddie. Oh fuck!” 

Quivering against him uncontrollably, your legs give out, collapsing on his body as he tenses and releases inside of you. It spurs your own orgasm, snaking up your spine and gripping on your system like a fly caught in honey. An open mouthed scream is all you give him, silent but chock full of feeling, as your back arches in its own tension. 

As it curls out of you, your back gives up, and you flop forward, bones turned to pudding. 

“Well.” is all that comes out, a puff of a word, just air escaping from a collapsing chest.

“Well.” Eddie responds, waiting for what you're about to say. 

You're sure he doesn't expect it. A laugh bubbles out; a weird, inside laugh, that you probably should never share with anyone. But it keeps coming. And coming. Laughing uncontrollably, you roll off of him and try to get your stomach muscles in check. 

You'd be worried about his reaction, if he wasn't laughing with you. It was this odd mixture of tension and relief that was bursting in the air, a barrier broken and left crumbling at your feet. 

“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?”

‘Yeah.”

His heated hand found yours, and squeezed your fingers hard. For some reason, it felt more intimate than all of this combined. 

Giggling again, you lean into his chest, fingers dipping up to weave into his hair. 

“Baby girl, you can't just-” 

“What? Pull your hair? Because you like it?” 

Tugging on his hair dramatically, Eddie tosses his head back and groans. 

“Knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, certified genius. It's like you don't wanna be railed again.” 

Huffing, you pull yourself on top of him again, hardened nipples brushing softly against his flesh. 

“Oh, I think I'll be the one railing you. You wanna make a bet, for next time?” 

Smug grin forgotten, Eddie stares at you in disbelief.

“Next time?” 

“Well, I hope so. Got to be the best I've ever had.” 

Stupid Rick and his stupid strain. 

“Best you've ever had?” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Only if you wanna.” 

The teasing stopped. At least for now. It was pretty clear, your need for each other was outranking any goading you'd been sharing. 

At least for now… 

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I disagree. Ghost holds hands when he is eating you put to.stop you from squirming so much

A/N: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader. Oral. Wet stuff.

Outside of their “moments,” Ghost won’t touch her unless he has to. He maintains a professional distance, and a part of her longs to stake her claim. Hold his damn hand, so the team understands how he gets on his knees for her or allows her to ride him.

He’s a legend to them. A myth. The lone wolf whose kill count is in the thousands. 

How many?

I don’t count ‘em. 

Oh?

I don’t lose sleep if that’s what you’re asking. 

They needle her, poke fun because she’s a woman, and it’s just so damn easy. Ghost never does, though. Ghost treats her like he treats everyone else with cool, stoic regard. 

Except when he fucks her. There’s that. 

***

It’s an uneventful night. The rest of the team is playing poker around a plastic card table. There’s smoke in the air from cheap cigars. Whiskey that’s sticking to her throat as she downs it. She leans against the doorway; arms crossed firmly over her chest. She should go to sleep. 

“Duchess.”

There he is. That voice matches the cigar smoke. It’s thick and impenetrable, and it licks up her spine. She feels his broad chest against her back, the heat of his bulk, and she wants the others to turn around and see. Sure it would appear like their lieutenant is simply chatting with her, but if they looked closely, they’d see...

He lowers his head so that his breath grazes her ear. “Needy, are we?”

She bites her lip, shutting her eyes. “No.”

“You may not believe I watch you, but I do.” If possible, his voice becomes even lower, dragging over gravel and full of suggestion. “Think about the sounds you make when I got my tongue inside you.”

She shudders, thighs squeezing together. Ghost’s pelvis shifts against her ass, and she restrains herself from leaning into his massive warmth. 

“It’s bloody distracting,” he exhales. “Tryin’ to give orders when all I can see is that wet little cunt in front of my face.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“They don’t see how I look at you,” he continues. “But that’s because it’s mine. What we do...what we have...that’s all mine, darling.”

She buries her nails into her forearm until it hurts. She glances at him over her shoulder, and he’s staring straight ahead like he hasn’t just confessed some intimate truth. He’s so close she can see his blonde lashes, his deep sea eyes. They flicker toward her. “Ghost,” she murmurs. 

***

“Simon,” she moans, hips rolling against his face. He’s shoved his mask above his nose as he blows cool air against her cunt. He parts her folds and nudges his thumb against her swollen nub as she clenches down on nothing. His touch is practiced as he strokes and teases her cunt. He slips his fingers inside her before removing them. 

“Duchess,” he replies flatly, a flash of amusement like he enjoys wrecking her with as few gestures as possible. He holds her thighs open before he lowers his mouth and slides the flat of his tongue against the seam of her sex. She jerks, her foot knocking into the hard muscle of his torso.

“Easy, now,” he croons. “Stay still so I can eat you the way I like, yeah?” One broad palm slaps gently against her inner thigh and pins it to the mattress. He sinks back down and buries his face into her pussy, lapping and sucking with a deliberate rhythm. He feasts, switching between his tongue and fingers. He crooks them inside her, thrusts in time with the soft sucks on her clit. There are the wet noises of her pussy contracting around him. Ghost’s rumbling sounds of contentment as he tastes her. 

“Duchess,” he growls when she bucks against his face and potentially breaks his nose against her lower belly. 

“I can’t-I can’t help it,” she pants, and he sighs. It is impossible with the way he’s pulling pleasure from her. She feels like a naked branch in a storm, shivering and snapping against a glass window. Her muscles tense, her thighs twitch, and she can’t find leverage on this shitty cot. 

Finally, she feels warm flesh brush against her knuckles. She glances down as Ghost threads his thick fingers through her own. His hand dwarfs her fist as he pins it to the mattress. It anchors her body and allows her something to hold onto as she straddles the oncoming climax. She’s leaking all over him, slick running down her ass and staining the sheets. It encourages him. His hips grind into the bed, his pupils blown out as he watches her shudder; it feels so good. 

His thumb draws little circles against her hand as if to comfort her through it like this was a challenging task she had to win, an endgame for a mission. Her lungs are screaming - her heart thumps wildly against her ribs as the pleasure builds like smoke in an office fire. 

Tears prick her eyes. She swallows a sob as his stubble scorches her skin, his silky plush lips maneuvering against her cunt like he’s memorized it. Perhaps, he has. He's got a photographic memory, he handles her like he handles every precious weapon in his arsenal.

It’s coming - the pressure inside her core begins to cramp and fold until it slams right up against Ghost’s insistent mouth. 

“I feel it,” he groans as her walls spasm and her pelvis stutters against his chin. He tightens his grip on her hand, his other fingers sliding in and out in an even, lazy drag.

“It’s - fuck - it’s too much,” she whines, and he doubles his pace, prepared to shove her off the damn cliff. 

“You’re a big girl, love,” he coaxes. “You can handle it, yeah? I know how good you are.”

That’s enough. Ghost’s praise that he hardly ever gives to anyone. It shoots her straight between the legs, where her cunt pulses and throbs like a wound. There’s so much pressure before everything is liquid. She feels wet, dripping, and when he rises to his knees, she is all over the lower half of his face.

He grins, straight, white teeth burning in the dark like a star, and she is momentarily stunned. She’s never seen him smile, or his teeth for that matter. She wants to lick them, taste them, and swallow him whole. The corner of his lips twitches like he knows what she’s thinking before he rucks the ski mask back down over his chin that’s gleaming with her slick. 

She sits up abruptly, reaching for him. “You can’t-”

“I can,” he grunts, flipping her onto her side and slapping her thigh. “Get your pretty ass dressed. We’ve got wheels up in thirty.”

putrid air

2:25 AM

Simon 'Ghost' Riley / Reader

Summary:  Simon returns home a little earlier than expected, and all he wants is a good night's sleep and the warm body of a person he loves.

Content:  coming-home-from-deployment, curvy! civilian girlfriend, domestic fluff, shared shower, jetlag, unprotected sex, lazy middle-of-the-night sex, fingering, hickeys, missionary, cum eating, oral

Word Count:  2.3k

Notes: Did I type this in one go (frenzied, horny and slightly tipsy), but still need to get up at 5:20 AM for work tomorrow? Yes. Was this stuck in my brain and demanded to be let out? Double yes. NOT FOR MINORS.

The key scraping against the door had her turning around in alarm, spatula clutched in her right hand as the other fumbled for something sharper, pointier.

Simon wasn't supposed to be home for another two weeks, and all she had on her was a fluffy towel and sheet mask - not exactly the proper attire to face a burglar. But Ghost, the Lieutenant not her boyfriend, had taught her how to defend herself. How to make an opponent bleed enough for them to back off or die as the consequence of assaulting her. 

Call me, if you ever have to kill someone, he'd said and stroked her cheek. I'll take care of the mess.

She'd laughed then, and teased him about being too far away to fix anything but now that the adrenaline was pumping through her veins, she started receiting his work number by heart over and over again.

Then the logical part of her brain kicked in, and wondered why on Earth a burglar or serial killer would bother with picking a lock in the first place. Wouldn't they just come smashing through the window-

The door swung open silently, a large gloved hand groped for the light switch in the entrance way and then suddenly he was there, bathed in the soft light of the lamp they'd bought together when they first moved into their shared flat.

Simon still wore a dark mask that covered his mouth and nose, and she stared, flabbergasted, as he methodically removed his gloves and black beanie, dumping his heavy backpack next to the umbrella stand.

"Si?" She whispered, and he flinched, chocolate brown eyes swivelling up to hers as he made an aborted motion, like he was reaching for a holster that wasn't there.

"Focken hell, luv," he slurred, words distorted from lack of sleep. The dark purple rings under his eyes spoke of the long journey he'd taken, and she'd lost track of where in the world he was fighting against evil at this point. "Ye look like a damn axe murderer with that."

He gestured vaguely towards her face, and with a laugh that turned into a sob halfway, she dropped everything she'd been holding, ripped off the overpriced skincare and flung herself into his arms. Simon swayed a bit, and he still smelled of desert dust and faraway places but she didn't care. Nothing else mattered in that moment but him, the feel of his strong arms around her as he lifted her up like she weighed nothing, and pressed his warm cheek against hers.

She quickly pulled his face mask down, and Simon sighed as she kissed him, smiling as she peppered kisses all over his face.

"You didn't tell me you'd be back so early!" She complained, pulling him back into a bone-crushing hug. "I haven't been shopping for all your favourite treats yet!"

"'S fine," he mumbled, then buried his face into her shoulder, sagging a little as he put her back down. "Jus' wanted to be home with you."

Tears threatened to constrict her throat, and she swallowed against it, massaging the back of his head and short curly hair the way he liked.

"Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed, hm?" Her voice was only a whisper, but Simon nodded and let her guide him down the short corridor and into the darkness of the bathroom. They left the door open, allowing the light to pour in that way and she helped him strip out of the black joggers and long sleeve he'd been wearing, crouching down to untie his shoelaces. 

Under normal circumstances, the heated look he was giving her from above would have been enough for her to stay on her knees for him, but she knew that Simon was running on fumes. As flattering as the bulge in his tight briefs was, it was more of a reaction to be reunited after so long, than actual desire.

She pulled the soft cotton down his muscular thighs, grinning at the relieved hiss he let out when he was completely bare. Pushing him into the shower was easy, and when she stripped off her towel, it was only so she could join him and wash his skin thoroughly. 

Simon's hands wandered over her hips and breasts, and he pulled her in for a deep kiss but let her do whatever she pleased after that. She massaged his shoulders and back with soapy hands, ran her hands down his solid but thick abdomen, and even gripped his half-hard cock for a moment. 

He groaned and leaned his head against her shoulder, but then she moved her hands up and over into his hair and neck and Simon practically purred.

Blissed out and half asleep, he barely registered her removing the shower head from its mount and running it all over him, washing the suds down the drain and warming his chilled skin.

"Gonna put on your bathrobe for me, babe?" She asked softly, and Simon grunted as she turned off the water. They fumbled out of the shower and struggled a bit until he was wrapped up in black fluffy cotton. Storm trooper, she'd called him many times before whenever he wore this particular monstrosity. 

He let her lead him into their shared bedroom, thankfully tidy and clean, and belly-flopped onto the soft mattress. Simon was out within moments, breathing in the scent of fresh linen and her, mind at ease for the first time in forever.

With a smile, she quickly fetched a glass of water for them both, brushed her teeth and then marvelled at the sight of her boyfriend sprawled out on the bed.

Simon was early by almost two weeks, and her heart made a double-flip as she thought of the fact that it was the weekend now and she'd have two uninterrupted days with him before she had to go back to work. 

Her eyes wandered over the exposed calves and feet, the long fingers that clutched into her comforter, the translucent brows and lashes.

She changed into her pyjama bottoms and top, snuggling up next to the mountain of black robes and pale skin. Simon's deep breathing never changed as she wrapped one arm and leg around him, burying her face into his damp neck as she fell asleep, completely forgetting about her plan to stay awake all night to prepare for her night shifts.

The next time she awoke, it was still dark outside. Disoriented, she tried to place the warmth on top of her, the mouth that sucked into her skin with enough pressure to leave light pink bruises and made her pussy wet from the suction alone. Broad hands and long fingers were gripping her waist, and Simon's thigh was gently pressed between her legs, rubbing up and down.

She moaned and groped for him in the darkness as he sucked at her skin harder, moving on to her collarbones and breasts, then nipples as he went. He was still wearing the bathrobe, but it was sliding off his shoulders, revealing scarred skin and rippling muscles to her greedy fingers as she roamed over him.

"Si?" She panted and he hummed, fingers pulling her top down until both of her boobs were framed by the fabric, exposed to his hungry mouth. 

"I could eat you alive," he mumbled against her skin, then his calloused fingertips ran lower, exposing her stomach as he kneaded the soft skin there and slipped beyond, into her loose shorts.

The breath was knocked out of her as sure fingers rubbed over her embarrassingly slick folds, pushed deeper, and then withdrew only to circle her clit lazily. 

"You- you should rest," she stammered but pushed her chest against his mouth and clenched around nothing when he dipped two of his fingers into her and pulled out in the same motion.

"Can't sleep right now," he growled, then plunged his fingers back in, stretching her needy core a bit more. "D'you want me to stop, sweetheart?"

She'd rather die.

"N-no."

"Good," he growled, then captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss that involved a lot of tongues and hitched breaths as his fingers worked away at her. A third soon joined the others, and she whimpered, throwing her head back as he diligently prepared her for his cock. Her hips jerked whenever the ball of his hand brushed against her clit, and her fingers drew painful welts against Simon's shoulders and back, finally disrobing him fully and pulling him on top of her.

"Please Si," she whined, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer until her wet core was pressed against the hardness between his thighs. "Waited so long for you to come home."

He groaned and steadied himself with one arm next to her head, gripping his heavy cock with one hand and brushing the weeping head over her clit and opening several times. The darkness made it hard to see him, but the feel and taste of his skin were enough that night. 

She knew that Simon's eyes were a dark pool of molten chocolate right now, that his forehead would be creased in concentration. 

At the first breach, she clutched the soft sheets underneath her, pushing her hips into him, impatient. They both hissed, her from the slight discomfort of his girth and him from her tightness, but then she hooked her ankles behind his lower back and pulled him in.

Simon came to rest inside of her with a groan, sleep-warm skin pressed against her cheek as he started to move slowly, savouring it.

There was no rush, only the underlying currents of sleep and weariness that were soaked deep into both their bones as they moved against each other. Skin against skin, the slight sheen of sweat on his back, the trembling of her core and thighs whenever he hit a little too deeply from this angle.

Simon caged her face with his arms, hands in her hair as they kissed.

"I love you," he murmured, over and over again as her eyes rolled back into her head, mouth open as he buried himself inside her. "Missed you so much."

"Missed you, too," she panted, clutching onto him, chest constricting as his hips rutted harshly and strong hands lifted her hips and ass onto him.

Neither of them reached between their bodies to stimulate her clit any more, because they both knew that it would be the end of it. As soon as Simon felt her contract around him, he usually followed and they both weren't ready, needed more from this. Craved that prolonged connection.

His orgasm wasn't a grand spectacle of growls and lovebites like it sometimes was. Instead, Simon huffed into her neck as his movements stuttered, and she felt his lashes flutter against her sweaty skin.

There was a sticky warmth that filled her, overflowed as he kept moving a little while longer.

She'd been happy like that, content not to come in all honesty, because the fact that her lover was back in her arms was more climactic than anything her body could produce.

But Simon had always been a greedy man, eager to please and obsessed with making her soul sing out to him through pleasure. 

He withdrew, and they both hissed. Then a warm, wet mouth left a trail down her body, latching onto her thighs. Teeth and tongue worked into her soft skin, sucking harshly and then massaging the sore spot with thick fingers before moving higher and lapping at her slit that was slowly oozing his own release.

"Oh my fucking god," she moaned, clutching at his soft hair as her hips jerked into his face and suddenly he was on her, gripping her hips roughly and eating her pussy out like it was his last meal.

His tongue lapped at her clit, then her sensitive, still stretched-out entrance. Simon slid one finger into her, curled it just right and pumped it in and out rapidly, tongue fluttering.

He rumbled something between her thighs, but if it had been praise or a command, she didn't know and didn't care. Back arching, she clutched her sensitive breasts and pinched her nipples as he sucked and sucked. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids, and if their neighbours didn't know that Simon had returned by now, they probably knew now.

Unable to hold in the high-pitched whine, she shuddered against his slick face over and over again, trying to get away from the immediate overstimulation as her orgasm crashed through her and eager for more.

Simon continued to suckle and lap at her clit for a while, the sounds obscene and so damn satisfying that she was glad for the darkness that obscured her crimson blush.

"Missed the sounds you make," he growled softly, voice faraway and sleepy as he slotted his entire weight and body against hers, crushing her into the mattress. "Missed your sweet taste."

"Simon!" She complained, embarrassed as she hid into his neck and he dragged his soft cock between their messy bodies for a few seconds, obviously just enjoying the moment.

"Sleep now, love," he sighed, flopping onto his side and pulling her head onto the thick pillow of his bicep, naked body intertwined with hers. "I'll keep watch over you."

I have no words. Just wanted soft, jetlagged and horny Ghost. That's all.

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Anything For You - chapter 17 part 2

Word count: 10k (bro??)

Warnings: smut. Smut. Smut. Smut. Graphic detail. Oral (f&m), piv, unprotected sex (like that shocks anyone), other stuff but yeah. Language.

AN: thank you for your patience as I’ve taken so long with this. I hope you enjoy ◡̈ I decided last minute to cut this chapter short. thought I’d give you something nice and wait on the not nice.

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The hotel room could have been heaven itself and you wouldn’t have noticed, nervous energy flooding your veins as you sit on the edge of the massive bed. Well, not nervous energy per se. Actually, it was hard to identify. Some kind of energy that made it an impossible task to unlace your boots or take off your dress or do anything to make yourself more comfortable once you got to the hotel after the show. Some kind of energy that filled you with warmth so radiant and golden your vision actually spun. Maybe that part wasn’t great but still.

Jake was whisked away to B stage and you didn’t get a moment with him after that. You could say “not for lack of trying” but that would be a lie; you made no effort to stop the rockstar who loved you as he did his magic. Really, you just watched him in a stupid daze and tried to pull rational thoughts out of the spun sugar your brain had turned into once he said those words.

I love you, Y/N.

Alone in the hotel room, the thought makes you blow a heavy breath through pursed lips and shake whatever that energy is from your hands - like that was possible.

You stand and wander the room, trying to ground yourself in some way. Balcony. Brick fireplace. Huge, floor-length mirror. Vanity that could honestly be worth the value of your car. Bed that must be a California king. Or not. You’ve never owned anything bigger than a full. It was just huge.

Oh fuck. Sex with Jake.

Jake. Jake. Jake.

You let yourself sink to the floor, groaning and doubling over with your face in your hands.

Jake. Jake. Jake.

You can recall for a second how, just a few months ago, the thought of him would bring tears to your eyes. Angry, justified tears. Now you feel like a ball of frantic light that will implode if you can’t touch him soon.

You lean up to grab your phone from the bed to check it. No notifications from Jake. You do have Josh giving you a rundown of his view of the show and you’re able to focus enough to read it all and send him a few texts in reply, including your own thoughts and encouragement. You try to exclude your thoughts of Jake. You wonder if that’s the right choice.

When you finish sending those, you look at your thread with Jake again. Nothing from tonight.

Did he mean it? Did he regret it? Why didn’t he try to find you again?

Was he drunk and stupid again and you just didn’t notice? Were you so desensitized to it now?

You didn’t actually have a time that Jake would be back despite his promise to be “so fast.” You wished, in your anxiety-addled brain, that you had asked. Even if it was wrong or he got caught up, at least you’d have a reference.

Another groan is cut off by the sound of the lock whirring open and your gaze shoots to the door just as it opens and Jake is standing there, eyeliner smudged and an uncertain smile flickering on his lips.

You get to your feet as fast as you possibly can and just stand there like he is in the doorway. Silent.

Oh Jake.

He’s so beautiful. So beautiful. So nervous. His leather duffel is slung over his shoulder, post-show sweatshirt riding up on his hip and hair an absolute disgrace of a birds nest from all his on-stage thrashing and sweating.

He clears his throat, but his voice is still wavering when he speaks. “I didn’t know I was going to say that.”

You nod after a moment, the eye contact you keep at once anxious and safe.

When you don’t have a verbal reply, Jake steps fully into the dimly-lit room and lets the door click shut behind him. He drops his bag and toes off his shoes, padding across the floor to you until he’s a foot away, dropping to his knees before you. Like instinct, you hold his cheeks in your hands as his find the backs of your thighs.

Safe. His touch is safe. So is yours.

His eyes shut, brows unpinching as a sigh leaves his parted lips.

“I love you too, Jake.” You whisper, the pad of your thumb brushing over the seam of his lips as they purse.

When his eyes open into yours, there’s an almost panicked sheen to them. “Really?”

You nod, unable to control the smile that overtakes your face. “Really.”

Jake’s face floats through a series of expressions - elation, worry, confusion, relief - before his forehead tips to rest on your belly and he sighs heavily. “Thank you.”

You sink to your knees, his hands inadvertently brushing your silver satin dress up before they stop at your ass. You wrap your arms around his head to hold him close and you both just breathe it in. Safe. Thank you.

Pulling back, you hold his face in your hands again and kiss his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his ears, his closed eyes, whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you” between every slow kiss. His hands come up to hold your wrists, chin bowed reverently until your nose brushes his, inviting him to kiss you. It’s gentle, a hymnal, a moment of vulnerability you swore you’d never give each other.

You don’t remember much of the night you accidentally made a baby, but you remember that you didn’t get to experience Jake. It was never something you would say out loud - the desire to be this close. The sadness you felt when you were with your ex and knew his touch would never be home was often overwhelming but here, now, with Jake wrapping one arm around to the small of your back and the other on the edge of your upper thigh, thumbs stroking soothing patterns, you cannot picture how you ever could have lived without him. Without this. Magic exists. It’s in Jake’s touch. In his kiss. His soft lips as they move against yours.

Your heart beats in double time when his tongue coaxes yours forward, deepening the kiss that has already laid you to rest in some other dimension. Dead to it all. Just him and you and your baby.

When he pulls back, he quickly wipes a tear from his cheek and you laugh softly, pulling his hand away from his face. You press a kiss to where the tear had fallen, Jake’s breath of relief fanning down your throat.

He wraps his arms around you and stands, lifting you onto the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of you again. One hand on the back of your ankle, the other on your calf, he looks up at you through wet eyelashes.

“You are everything I want, Y/N.” He breathes, kissing your knee, the same one he kissed all those months ago.

You smile, fighting tears of your own. “Oh yeah?”

He chuckles, reaching up to tap under your eye. “If I have to cry, so do you.”

“Wrong.” You reply, holding up a finger. “I made the rules. I’m in charge.”

His smile becomes sly for a second. “Correct, honey girl.”

Your heart trills at the nickname and you can’t help the tear that slips out. You quickly wipe it away, laughing. “Ignore that.”

Jake begins unlacing your boot and easing it off. “I liked being able to see you the whole show. Thank you for staying there.”

Your hands find your bump, watching him gingerly lift your other foot to unlace that boot. “I loved watching you.”

He pretends a faint pink blush doesn’t color his cheeks as he eases your other shoe off, rolling down your socks before kissing the inside of your knees and standing up. “We should stay here forever.” He states, guiding you to sit further up on the bed so he can crawl up and lay with his head beside your hip.

You lean back on one hand, the other still on your bump as Jake rests a hand beside yours. “The hotel? We haven’t made many memories here yet.”

“Wrong.” Jake corrects, laying on his side and kissing your belly. “It’s where you told me you love me. I never want to leave.”

You smile, the thought of how you felt about yourself only creeping up for a split second before your heart melted at the sight before you.

“And also I plan to give you some unforgettable moments here.” Jake mutters before looking up at you.

You laugh as you lay down, Jake coming up to rest his head on your chest. The tenderness puts this feeling in your stomach that feels almost like you’re about to throw up, but a warmth overwhelms it that eases your muscles into the embrace.

“I’m okay with staying here.” You whisper.

Jake hums in acknowledgment, then hums again when he feels more little kicks under his hand. He freezes like any movement would scare the little feet away, making you smile and kiss the top of his head.

“She likes you.” You note, resting your hand on top of his.

Jake’s sigh holds so much weight. “You think so?”

“If she’s anything like me, I can guarantee it.”

“I hope she’s everything like you.” Jake breathes after a moment of quiet.

You both lay in silence for some time, reveling in the careful peace, the room lit by one lamp that casts a warm, dim glow over the room. You’re still in your silver dress and jewelry, he’s still in jeans and a sweatshirt, and you’re certain you’d both never move if you had the option.

“I love you.” He says. It’s factual. “Thank you.”

“I love you.” You reply, running your thumb over his hand on your belly.

“I need to shower.”

“No.” You state, holding him closer. “Don’t leave.”

He chuckles, kissing the exposed skin of your chest. “Come with me, then.”

You sigh, heat blooming in your chest. “Mmmm let me think about it …”

Jake slips a finger under one of the straps of your dress and slides it over your shoulder, exposing the top of your full breast. “Think faster.”

“Someone’s needy.” You remark as he kisses the swell, not making any movement to advance anything.

“Someone feels disgusting from performing and wants to only think about you and not how sweaty I am.” He corrects you. “But also, yes. Needy.”

Before you can reply, he rolls over and gets up, holding a hand out to you.

You sigh dramatically. “Fine, but you have to kiss me some more first.”

Jake’s smile is dreamy. “I would love to.”

You take his hand and follow him to the bathroom where he sets you on the marble counter. The LED lights from the mirror make his eyes glow and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“You won’t be able to do that much longer.” You remark as Jake pulls his sweatshirt off along with the t-shirt underneath.

He stands between your legs and nudges your nose with his, pecking your lips. “Lift you?”

You nod.

“Wrong. I’m resolved to make sure I’m strong enough to lift you and however many babies we have for the rest of my life.”

Your heart skips a beat, your hands coming to rest on his chest. “Excuse me?”

He kisses you again, slower. His mustache is filling out and tickles your lip, making you smile. He’s real. He’s concrete.

“You heard me.” Jake mumbles against your mouth, tongue running against yours.

You run your hands down his soft belly and grab his waist, pulling him forward. “Maybe you should run your big plans by me first, yeah?”

He smiles, nipping your lower lip. When he speaks, he’s only barely not kissing you, neither of you wanting to pull apart. “Yes ma’am. Fine. But I will always be able to lift you, pretty baby belly or not.”

You tip your head back, momentarily overcome with that electric buzz Jake gives you. You loop your index fingers through his belt loops and go back to kissing him. “Fine. I accept.”

Jake reaches a hand down to undo his belt and you can’t help how fucking hot you find it, sighing against his mouth. He smirks. “I got you into the bathroom, can I bring you into the shower with me?”

“You gonna fuck me in there?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be so crass.”

You laugh, all the while reaching down to unbutton his pants. A silent acceptance of his invitation. “How much do you remember of that night?”

“Which one? The night I learned you had a breeding kink or the night I learned the consequences of said breeding kink?”

A stupid one-two punch that leaves you laughing again, head tipped back so you don’t hurt his ears with the volume. He must notice, because he grabs your chin and tilts it back down again, kissing you softly.

“The first one.” You reply.

He slides your strap down again and kisses your shoulder. “Almost all of it.”

“Almost?”

“Well I remember everything up until the end. Which is torturous because I’ve been replaying the first time I touched you since it happened.” He kisses either side of your clavicle, grazing his teeth over the ridge.

“The end?” You ask, breath beginning to pick up.

“Making you cum with my cock deep inside you.” He answers like it’s nothing, but you press your fingernails into the back of his biceps, pressing your cheek to his dipped head. “I guess I remember parts of it. I remember the noises you made … but that’s probably because I’ve heard them many times since then.”

“Not nearly enough.” You correct him as he slips your other strap over your shoulder.

“Have you missed me, baby?” His voice is low and rough, one hand gripping your hip just firmly enough.

You nod. “Badly, honey.”

“Tell me what you remember.” He whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can lift you up enough to pull your dress up to your hips. He’s taking his sweet time with you and you try not to complain about it.

You sigh, carding a hand through his tangled hair when his lips find the center of your chest, pressing little kisses, barely-there touches skimming your waist.

“I remember being so drunk that letting you fuck me seemed like a good idea.”

He chuckles. “How did that turn out?”

“Well, I’m in a beautiful hotel room being kissed by an even more beautiful man who gave me a baby.” You reply, and he hums against your skin, his smile evident in the sound. “So I think it turned out fine.”

His hands creep around your back and he pulls you into a hug, his kisses pausing as his forehead rests on your shoulder. You hug him back, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“My point being,” You continue. “I don’t think I have to worry about being crass with you, Jacob.”

This makes him chuckle, leaning out of the hug and unzipping his pants.

This is taking forever.

“No, I guess not.” He agrees. “But you’re mistaken if you think I’m treating you how I did that night.”

You hum questioningly, two fingers under his chin to guide him back to kissing you. So reverent.

He hums affirmatively against your lips. “My sweet girl, it’s all about you. I want you to take whatever you want. I’m all yours. Everything you want is yours. And I intend to savor you in every second of it, branding the feel of you all around me into my brain so I’m never without the mercy of the memory of your touch.”

The sigh that leaves your chest is one that would’ve been there even were you not pregnant. Heavy, heady, in love. In love. In love.

“I want what you want.” You reply in almost a whine, unable to bring yourself to accept his offer. Something lives in you that can’t accept that anyone would actively want you, even when they say it. You’ve been wrong before. You’ve accepted pretty words before. And you’ve been burned.

Jake shakes his head. “No ma’am. I said it first. I win.”

Your lips purse and you watch as he pulls away from you, stepping back and tilting his chin up in question.

“Fine.” You mutter.

A smirk appears on his face as he holds his hand out in invitation. “You first. I made a promise.”

You had forgotten his promise. Another wave of warmth fills your chest. “You intend to keep it? Really?”

He nods resolutely as you take his hand and he helps you off the counter. “I do. Now turn around.”

You turn and face the mirror, Jake’s eyes meeting yours as he slowly unzips your dress. He smiles softly and you can’t help but do the same. When the zipper is undone, he steps forward and holds the dress up with a palm under your breasts. You were correct about not wearing a bra being a thing of the past, but apparently that didn’t stop you, because you went braless with this dress too and the silver highlighted your peaked nipples as Jake gingerly slid the dress down your arms, over your tits, slowly over your belly, until it hit the floor - his eyes never leaving your reflection.

You wrap your hands around his arm that rests between your breasts and belly, silently giving him permission when his thumb loops through the band of your panties. They fall to the floor too and you don’t remember feeling so naked before as you do in front of the mesmerizing, mesmerized eyes of Jake Kiszka. You feel your heart rate pick up in a bad way, your eyebrows pinching together with nerves before Jake kisses behind your ear.

“Thank you.” He whispers. “You look so perfect carrying our baby.”

At that, you melt into his bare chest, all tension leaving your body. You remember how you feel with Jake - held. Safe. Safe. Like never before.

He kisses your shoulder and turns you around, kissing you again. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of how you taste.”

You smile softly, thumb brushing over his jaw. “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m sorry I took so long.” Jake says against your lips as you hook your thumb in his waistband.

You look at him quizzically, head tilting sideways.

“To see you.” He says, hands on your waist pulling you closer to him. “I wish I opened my fucking eyes to you sooner.”

Fucking pregnancy tears. You laugh as you furiously wipe their tracks away, but Jake gingerly pulls your hands away.

“Are these happy tears? Or fuck that dude tears?” He’s trying to joke but you can see the worry in his face.

You laugh again, pulling him in for another kiss. His lips are so soft and warm. “Happy tears.”

“Good.” He smiles, trying to fight the worry. “Stay here.”

He steps away and opens the glass door of the massive shower, leaning in to turn the knob and testing the water until it’s where he wants. When he comes back, he runs his hands through his hair, making a sort of ponytail as he tugs and smiles nervously.

“You never said yes to joining me.”

You scoff, kissing his cheek. “Take your pants off, dumbass.”

It’s almost funny how you both waver in and out of nerves despite how you know how badly you want to be right where you are. He obviously does too. The worry comes from not knowing about the other person. But you’re trying. He is too.

You step into the warm shower and he follows suit, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you and kissing you, your hands on his cheeks. This is how you felt safe. If there were ever a statue made of the two of you, you’re certain history would depict his hands on the small of your back and yours on his cheeks while you kissed. You’re certain if you would be frozen in that second, kissing Jake, you’d be just fine with that.

“Fuck.” Jake mutters, pulling back and quickly yanking his big rings off, throwing them one-by-one over the shower door and onto the floor, making you laugh. When he finishes, he pulls you close again, just looking at you. You loop your arms around his neck.

“Remember when you ran me a bath when I got sick?” You ask, Jake’s hand sneaking down to grab your ass. It’s not seeking, it’s just to have you close. And you’re certain he likes your soft edges and curves as much as you like his.

“I do.” He nods once. “That would be the day after the other night I remember.”

You nod back. “Can I repay the favor?”

His eyebrows pinch together. “It wasn’t a favor, honey girl. That was- … that was because I loved you. There’s nothing to repay.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “You loved me then?”

“I think I- … yeah.” He nods firmly, eyes still uncertain.

You both stay with that for a moment, the dual shower heads drenching his hair and causing his smudged eyeliner to leak down his cheeks. You smile, brushing it away.

“Fine. Can I love you too?” You ask, and he smiles.

“Sure.” He shrugs with a faked casual air, but he gently grips your waist in affirmation.

You kiss his cheek and he sits on the bench that takes up a lot of the shower. With shampoo in hand, you stand before him and run it through his tangled hair, carefully undoing each knot with pinched fingers over the strands. His eyes flutter shut and his face is one of nearly zoned-out peace.

As you lather the soap through his hair, his hands come up from the bench and loop around your lower back, both calloused palms splaying against your wet skin.

Jake’s eyes remain shut as he speaks. “Tell me you love me again.”

You smile softly, sweeping suds from his forehead with your thumb. “I love you, Jake.”

A slow smile creeps up his face, a pink blush blooming over his cheeks and chest. “Say it again.”

You lean forward slightly to kiss his cheek, whispering in his ear. “I love you, needy.”

His eyes open at this just before you’re washing the soap from his hair. He blinks quickly and pinches your hip. “I’ve only heard it a few times. I’m filling my bank. Leave me alone.”

You raise an eyebrow, running conditioner through his hair now. “Is that what you want, soldier? For me to leave you alone?”

He shakes his head, eyes intent on yours. “No. At least not tonight.”

Now you pinch his bicep as he laughs at your gasp. “Ass.”

You twirl his hair, lathered in conditioner, into a bun at the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes again, hands traveling to grip your ass as his forehead dips to the top of your belly.

“Kidding.” He mumbles between kisses to your bump. “I’m pondering canceling the tour again, actually.”

“Sure, mister rockstar.” You reply sarcastically, rinsing the conditioner from his hair. “Whatever you say.”

He shrugs, his hum noncommittal between more kisses. “Unless you wanna come with me? Us? You can tattle on me to Josh if I’m an **ass.” He mocks you, chuckling when you spray the water on his face.

“You’re Uhauling, Jake.” You tsk, brushing his wet hair from his face and making him look up at you. Even with his gaze on you, he kisses your bump over and over. The smile that overtakes your face is reflected in his own.

“I don’t want to miss another moment. Sue me.”

You roll your eyes, grabbing the face wash to get the rest of his makeup off. You turning makes him have to sit back for a second, huffing like a child. You turn back and he closes his eyes again, lifting his chin so you have more access to his face. You’re gentle, trying to remove eyeliner without getting soap in his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to notice as his hands find the backs of your thighs, traveling up to grab your ass and squeeze, yanking you toward him. You laugh, steadying yourself with your knees bumping against the bench.

Instead of spraying him, you cup water in your hands and let it wash over his face, removing the last traces of his stage makeup and leaving him finally clean save for his body.

Just as you’re about to turn to grab the body wash, he makes a little noise in the back of his throat to make you stop and he pulls you close, all but lifting you onto his lap as he leans against the shower wall. You happily climb into his lap and kiss him instantly, accepting the millionth of a billion kisses you'll be demanding during the remainder of the night. The shower water running over your faces makes your lips slide together effortlessly as his tongue runs along your lower lip before meeting yours in a slow, steady rhythm.

You can’t help the breathy sound of anticipation that escapes you, one that Jake enjoys if you’re going off the smile you feel against your lips. His hands find your ass again and he pulls you closer. You can feel him growing hard between your legs and you sigh, sinking your hands into his hair.

“I’ve missed you.” You breathe, rising on your knees as Jake pushes you up, his lips trailing down your neck in open-mouthed kisses.

He just hums a reply against your skin, one hand leaving your ass to run up your belly until it finds one of your breasts. His reply, really, is the way he glides the center of his palm over your nipple and makes your breath stutter before his soft hand envelopes your tit and he groans appreciatively. You smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. This breaks his trail of movements, making him look up at you with such tender eyes.

You brush some fallen hair from his cheek and kiss his forehead. “What?”

He opens his mouth to speak but it just stays there before he shakes his head. “Nothing. I just … I’m not used to … It’s nothing.” He chuckles, flustered, trying to distract you with his thumb running over your nipple.

You hold his wrist, though absolutely appreciating how he makes you feel. “No, tell me.”

“W- …” He sighs in frustration, getting himself together while placing a long kiss to your sternum. “We’re about to have sex, right?”

You smile, your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Yes, baby.”

A smile flickers on Jake’s face for a second as his chest falls heavily. “I’ve told you about all the women I’ve been with before … right?”

You wince, but recover quickly in his hold. He moves his other hand so they’re both holding your pregnancy-swollen tits and you hold that wrist too, keeping him still. “A bit. But I’ve been around. I’ve seen them.”

He nods, keeping his eyes steady on yours. “It’s just … I don’t know. When you kissed my head I- …”

You lean down a breath to kiss him, feeling his muscles soften at the touch. When you pull back, he’s smiling softly again.

“I’ve never really had anyone be soft with me. It just startled me, is all.” His voice is small, his eyes flickering between yours.

Your sweet boy.

“I’m sorry, Jake.” You whisper, pulling him into a hug that does squish his face into your boobs. But that’s okay. “You deserved better.”

He shrugs. “Debatable. I’m just enjoying this now.”

You giggle as he squeezes your tits, and tilts his chin up for another kiss. You oblige, holding his cheeks in your hands and kissing him softly. Sweet boy.

When his thumbs run over your nipples, you remember where you are and nip his lower lip, earning a chuckle.

You begin to debate if you actually need to wash your hair or if you can just let him fuck you right there.

He must sense this train of thought, because he pulls away from your kiss and makes a dismissing noise. “I told you I’m not treating you like last time. You need to shower too. You’re gonna get glitter on me and I can’t let my brothers see that.”

You gasp, gripping his wrists again. “Rude!”

He laughs, kissing between your breasts again. “I’ll make you a deal, okay?”

You nod, biting your lip as the pads of his thumbs trace under your nipples.

“You wash your hair, I take care of you.” He states, handing you the bottle of shampoo. “Yeah?”

You sigh half-heartedly, taking the bottle and about to complain until his lips make a determined path to your nipple, making your breath hitch. He kisses the bud gently before running his tongue over it, making the muscles in your lower belly tense.

“Have I told you that being pregnant has made me so horny?” You ask, trying not to get lost in the way his mouth makes your heart rate rise dramatically.

He chuckles, kissing your nipple again and squeezing your breasts in either hand. “I could tell.”

You groan, squirting shampoo in your hand and slowly raking it through your hair, eyes closed, taking in how he pinches one nipple and licks the other. Fucking hell.

You massage the soap through your hair, your hands stuttering in their movements when his teeth graze your sensitive skin, a gasp drawn from your throat.

Jake chuckles, not giving in and returning to soft kisses on the other breast. “You’re fun to play with.”

The sentiment makes heat bloom between your legs and you groan as you tip your head back to rinse the shampoo out. He takes the opportunity to wrap his mouth fully around your nipple and bite, his hands splayed on your back holding you up as you arch and whine tremulously; your hand, half covered in shampoo, immediately gripping the hair at the nape of his neck into a fist.

“Jake!” You gasp, remaining arched back as his tongue laves over his bite and you shudder. When his name tumbles from your mouth, you feel his erection twitch between your legs - cannon fodder to your already burning desire.

Jake’s hand moves between your shoulder blades, gently urging you up while his other hand wraps fully around your waist, securing you against him. You look down at his face, his eyes closed as he sucks your nipple between his lips.

He looks like an angel, so caught up in his own world. You yourself begin to think of what he said. How he’d never been treated softly. But you look at his pretty, content face and feel his strong arms hold you in what is essentially a hug and … you’re lucky the shower is a good excuse for any possible tears.

You can’t remember the last time you were treated with such tenderness. Not before him.

You lean forward to whisper in his ear, making him release your nipple and groan. You giggle, holding his wet face in your hands. “You could take me to bed now.”

He shakes his head immediately, his eyes lusty and heavy as his hands both travel down your ass and to your thighs straddled over him. “Lemme take my time, honey girl.” He kisses you slowly and you rise up on your knees, your tits brushing against his chest and making him gasp against your lips. “I wanna worship you.”

“Fuck me …” you groan, trying to quell the burning desire that has overtaken your whole body.

Jake winks. “That’s what I’m trying to do, busybody.”

You tenderly yank on a strand of his hair and he smiles, turning to kiss the inside of your wrist. It melts you, and you can’t help but pull him into an embrace against your chest which does, again, squish his face into your boobs. He, however, doesn’t mind - nipping at the soft skin and humming contentedly.

“Fine,” You sigh, tilting his chin up but still holding him close. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Y/N, I would die happily with my face between your legs. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Jake’s hands massage your thighs as you roll your eyes, earning you a teasing slap to your ass.

“Speaking of,” He starts and stands up, holding you with his hands on your ass as you wrap your legs around him. “Trade places with me.”

You lean your forehead against his, looking in his eyes intently. “There’s just no way you’re always so okay with giving, Jake. Come on.”

He looks genuinely confused. “Who said?”

You roll your eyes again, noting that he’s turned around and moved his hip to uncross your ankles at his back. “My entire experience with men. That’s who.”

He chuckles, easing you onto the bench and sinking to his knees. You run your hands over his hot, wet shoulders as he looks up at you through clumped lashes. “Not to ruin the mood, but you’ve been with at least one other man who you said is apparently just like me.”

“Don’t bring your brother into this.” You chide as he kisses the inside of the leg he’s putting over his shoulder. You lean back on your hands and watch his eyes flutter shut again, lips dragging on your inner thigh. And you’re reminded that you’re wrong about him. Again.

When his eyes find yours, you can tell they’re trying so hard not to flicker to where he’s exposed you. It makes his point. “Y/N, some day, I will prove my point hard enough for you to not doubt me again. But not while you’re pregnant. That’s a hazard.” He winks, his hands wrapping around the outside of your thighs and bracing them open wider. His eyes momentarily flutter between your legs and he groans, his lip between his teeth and eyes pinched shut.

Heat. Hot. He’s so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot. Two different ways. Fucking hell.

Your palm finds his cheek and he leans against it, opening his eyes into yours.

“You have no idea how often I think about how you taste, baby. I think about how you squeeze my fingers and drip down my chin; how you whine and pant and make such pretty noises for me. I think about how soft and velvety your pussy feels on my tongue and-“ His chin dips and he takes a deep breath. “Alright, enough about me before I lose my mind.”

You giggle softly behind your hand, trying not to comment on the way his stomach tenses as he breathes deeply.

“Okay, pretty boy.” You croon, relishing in his tender kisses to your palm as his fingers press into the flesh of your thighs. “As long as you let me repay the-“

His eyebrow quirks.

“The not-favor.” You correct yourself. “The thing I want to do because I love you.”

A smile breaks out on one side of his lips. “Deal. Me first though. Please.”

Another playful roll of your eyes. “If you insist.”

Jake keeps his eyes on yours while half-heartedly biting the inside of your thigh hitched over his shoulder. “Good girl.”

You sigh, leaning back against the shower wall as his face dips between your thighs, tender kisses trailing the junction of your legs and your core. It would be so easy to get stuck like this, in some made-up heaven where Jake makes you feel like a worthy human and not like a masturbation tool. Where he’s not receiving or even, really, giving. He’s just worshiping. Coddling. Appreciating. Slow, deliberate, one hand running up and down your thigh soothingly. It’s not hot and heavy, it’s there for the long haul.

Please.

When his lips begin a trail of kisses on the seam of your heat, you bite your lip and whine. The teasing is fun, yes, but fuck if you haven’t missed his mouth.

“Please, Jake.” You whisper and he looks up at you with a face that assures you he will not be listening to your pleas any time soon.

In fact, he pulls back to leave open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh before biting down like he did on your nipple. Your legs tense on either side of his head, a new heat flooding your pussy. You resolve then to maybe try and possibly just let him do what he wants, trust him with the pleasure he so obviously loves giving you for some reason.

Jake kisses your folds again, nipping gently before breathing you in, his eyes softly shut. “I’ve missed you.” He breathes.

“Me or my-” You begin to tease but he cuts you off.

“It’s better not to ask, you’ll only hurt your own feelings.” He says with fake pity just before licking a long stripe from your aching entrance to your throbbing clit.

You suck in air between gritted teeth, your head knocking against the tile wall.

He feels so good. He’s always so good. Alternating kitten licks and long, slow laves of his tongue, over your clit in languid circles or teasing your clenching center with a stupid, mocking smile on his face.

You reach forward just to hold one of his hands and he accepts gratefully, never changing pace as you bite your lip and moan breathily.

“Good girl.” His voice rumbles against your skin and sends shockwaves through your body. “Let me hear how good you feel.”

“Fuck,” You breathe out, chin dipping and giving you a better view of his cocky wink as his tongue flutters against your clit and you have to fight to keep your thighs from crushing his head.

“You taste like heaven.” Jake whispers, kissing your clit and pulling back less than a hair's breadth away, the fingers of the hand not holding yours slowly tracing under your thigh until they ghost over your pussy and make you whine. “And you sound like it too.”

You try to pull yourself back for a second so you don’t look too desperate and come right there. You’re not sure why, which makes sense given the only thought you can manage that isn’t related to Jake Jake Jake is how crazy it is that a shower can maintain hot water for as long as you’ve both been in there. But Jake slides his middle finger inside of you and a gasp rattles through your chest, shattering that one thought into a million pieces and bringing you back to him, his hand squeezing yours.

He keeps his heavy brown eyes on yours as he gratefully suckles your clit, his one finger dragging in and out of your pussy, and you’re certain that not only has no one ever wanted your pleasure as much as Jake … but no pretty face has ever been so erotic as his. Blushed cheeks, eyes fighting to stay open, lips wrapped around your clit and lapping so perfectly you momentarily think you’ll shatter right there.

You squeeze a fist in his wet hair and push your hips further against his mouth. He accepts gratefully, burying his face between your legs and making lewd, slurping noises as your legs begin to shake.

“Jakey, baby …” you breathe, your heart rate skittering in your chest. He looks up at you for a split second, just letting you know he’s listening while his finger curls upward. Your mouth drops open and you feel it. The Jake-induced orgasm you’ve grown to love just beginning to crest. Your head knocks back against the shower wall and your back arches as you squeeze his hand hard.

“Jake!” You half whine, half moan. “Jake plea- Jake don’t stop please.”

He groans, surely suffocating from how wholly he’s devouring you, pulling you even closer and drawing a gasp from you as the wave finally crests. Staccato moans bounce off the tiled walls as you come on Jake’s face, his hummed approval only prolonging the explosive pleasure that floods your brain.

“Good girl.” He croons, muffled by his proximity to your pussy, his swollen lips grazing gently over your clit and making you wince and whine. He smiles. “Good girl.”

Your chest heaving, you move your hand from his hair and finding his cheek again, your thumb on his pink lips. His own breathing is labored, his now-free hand squeezing the inside of your thigh, slowly and carefully bringing you down.

“You’re so pretty.” You breathe, cheeks absolutely blazing.

“Mm. Mhm.” He kisses your thumb and slowly guides your thigh from his shoulder. His hand still in yours, he guides both of his hands to your belly and kisses just under your naval. “Says you.”

You pinch his cheek and smile. “Now let me love you, baby. Please.”

Jake groans into a chuckle, tipping his forehead against your belly. “Don’t wanna move.”

You laugh, moving his head so he can look up at you. “I’m remembering that time at that guys party now.”

He looks half-drunk with his heavy eyes and pink cheeks. He looks wholly enamored. “Me too.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, teasing.

Jake nods, his cheeks squished in your hands. “Remembering how I thought I would explode, yes.” He chuckles, then sighs wistfully. “I didn’t know how to explain the burning in my chest until now.”

“And what was it? Indigestion?”

He wrinkles his nose at you, smiling. “Obsession, actually. Gliding my tongue between your swollen pussy for the second time, knowing how you tasted but feeling again just how …” he looks at you in complete rapture. You want to suck his dick so bad. “Just how it felt to tongue fuck you and feel you come on my face. Fucking hell, Y/N … I don’t know.” He trails off, chuckling. He wraps his arms around your hips, still kneeling on the **definitely uncomfortable tile floor.

“Well I’m glad you had the balls to ask to me return the favor.” You whisper, your ass on the edge of the bench as you twirl his hair around your finger.

He rolls his eyes, reaching over and shutting the shower off. You’re immediately chilly and he stands, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your shoulders. You pout. He mimes it back.

“What?” He asks when your lips part, drying himself off.

You finally get to see him. Holy fuck.

You squeeze your thighs together, eyes unable to leave it. Him.

“That was inside me?” You breathe, biting your lip.

You had never felt much attraction to dicks but fucking hell … seeing the man you love stand there, fully bare, hard for you … you had to control your breathing so you didn’t get lightheaded.

He chuckles, guiding you to stand so he can kiss you again, hands cupping your jaw and fingers tracing back into your hair. He breathes out through his nose and you trace your hand down his stomach until your fingers touch the patch of hair above his hard cock.

“Yes.” Jake smirks, one so full of love and humor. “Why?”

You shake your head, running your fingers down every so slightly. “No wonder I missed it so bad.”

“Excuse me.” Jake tuts, tapping under your chin with a crooked finger. “Eyes up here.”

You whine, kissing him in a short series of pecks where he nips at you at the end. “Please don’t make me beg again.”

Jake really is trying to seem tough but the blush on his cheeks shows you just how affected he is. He bends down to wrap his arms around your thighs. You hop into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist, going right back to kissing him. The thrum in your chest may be permanent if he doesn’t let you taste him in the next few minutes.

“You don’t gotta beg, baby.” Jake mutters against your lips. “I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

You groan, nudging your nose against his as you whisper. “Please, Jake. Please let me suck your cock. Then you can do whatever you want. I’ll be so good, I promise.”

The breaths Jake begins to take are shaking and flustered. “That was not the direction I thought that was going.”

You kiss him again and laugh against his parted lips. “Whatever you want, baby. Just give me this one thing.”

Jake accepts your lazy kisses while he thinks, apparently. You take the opportunity to wiggle your hips until you just brush his cock and he swears, hissing. In an instant, he carries you back to the bed and sits down. You’re back to kneeling above him and his hand finds your bump again.

“Tell me what you wanna do.” Jake’s breathy voice stutters against your skin as his lips brush over your jaw. Your hair drips down your back and you know you’ll make a wet mess in more ways than one but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You smile, tilting your hips so your parted pussy lips drags over him and he gasps, eyes pinching shut.

“That’s not fair, baby.” He grips your ass and lifts you to your knees. “I won’t last long enough for all you want from me.”

You laugh now, softly pressing a kiss to his ear. “I want to get on my knees and sit between your pretty thighs.”

He hums in acknowledgment, lips running over the curve of your jaw as his hands run circles over your asscheeks. “Just gonna sit there all pretty?”

You hum back. “No. I was thinking I’d see how far I could take you in your mouth, actually.”

Jake groans, pulling you closer to him so he can run you over his length this time. Your breath hitches and he grins. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see what those pink lips of yours look like on my cock.”

He was infinitely better at dirty talk than you were. That was obvious.

“Let me show you, then.” You whisper, peeling yourself off of him and sinking to your knees.

“I don’t wanna- …” He licks his lips even while his legs part, eyebrows scrunching at the sight of you on the floor before him. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Jake.” You protest, kissing the inside of his knee and watching his lips part. “If you’re so concerned, keep your hands to yourself.”

He rolls his eyes but sits back on his hands. “Fine. Agreed.”

“Good boy.” You wink, taking him in your hand and pumping once, slowly. You remember that he hasn’t gotten off by your hands, mouth or pussy since that first night. Now, after both of you waiting for so long, a low breath escapes his chest as he looks down at you and he’s immediately dazed.

Slow pumps, kisses to the tip, Jake’s grunt is emphasized by the way he grips the sheets that are slowly getting wet from the drops of water running off his hair.

You open your mouth a touch to leave an open-mouthed kiss to his weeping cock. He’s waited so long. He’s so pretty. He smacks the mattress beside him in some attempt at control when you begin to leave sloppy, wet kisses up and down his length. He’s so heavy and soft in your hand, you want to grip him much harder than you were.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this sensitive.” Jake breathes, eyes fighting to stay open as he watches you.

You smile, one long lick finishing with your lips wrapped around him. The noises from Jake goes straight to your core as you bob your head, flat tongue against the vein that pulses underneath.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chants, again gripping the sheets and biting his lip.

He tastes so good. Clean and musky and warm. So soft on your tongue, so responsive when your lower teeth graze him. This was everything you had wanted.

You can see his thighs clench and shake as he tries to keep them open, your free hand smoothing down his calf and squeezing, prompting him to relax.

“I’m trying.” He whines under his breath, head tipping back as he fights the urge to move his hips. “I really am trying.”

You pull back just a centimeter from his wet cock, kissing it lovingly while he pants. “What are you trying to do?”

His smile is accompanied by a sigh. “Not cum yet.”

“Why?” You tilt your head to the side, hand still working his length. You love watching him fight to keep his eyes open.

Through gritted teeth, he replies “I wanna cum inside you, dove. Want you to ride me.”

Heat blossoms in your chest and between your legs. Fucking hell.

“What if I want you to cum in my mouth?”

The intensity of his gaze now was so much that you shift and squirm like you can ride it. Fuck.

“Later.” Jake replies gruffly, reaching down to ineffectively lift you up. You both giggle in such close proximity as he lays back and you crawl over him. His warm smile kisses yours, you straddling his waist and him burying a hand in your slowly drying hair, the movement shakes a drop of water onto his shoulder and his muscles tense at the cold. “Forgot we were wet.” He mutters, quickly going back to kissing you.

“You’ve been occupied.” You say between a kiss. “You’re excused.”

He hums mockingly against your mouth. “Mhm. Stop talking and ride me, baby.”

You know his bravado is only teasing but you can’t help the sharp breath that leaves you at his command. You push your hips back into his hands and he eases you back and forth over him, the short breaths that leave him panted against your cheeks.

You feel Jake freeze, his hands tight on your ass to hold you still.

“What’s wrong?” You ask in his ear, kissing his cheekbone.

He shakes his head, lazily kissing your cheek. “Nothin’. Need to calm down is all.”

You can’t help but feel smug. Really. Maybe you were bad at taking hints, sure, but seeing his pink cheeks and swollen lips, feeling his hips arch up into you against his will … even if only physically, you own him.

You lean forward enough to kiss under his ear. He sighs, his shoulders untensing in your grip.

“You’re acting like this is the only time we’ll ever get to do this.” You whisper, kissing a line down his jaw.

Jake smiles lazily, eyes barely open. “I’ve waited so long for you, baby. I told you, if I don’t control myself now, we’re both in trouble.”

You can’t help but smirk. “What do you mean by that, cowboy? Sounds like you have quite an ego on you.”

Jake squeezes your ass again, a gentle push to let you move again. You oblige, and you can see the instant regret in his eyes before it quickly melts into pleasure.

“I mean I’m not gonna last long enough for you to cum.” He pants, eyebrows pinched together. His thumbs find the crease between your belly and your thighs, using his secure grip to tilt your hips just so. “But we’re both gonna have to deal with that, aren’t we?” He mumbles, mostly to himself, capturing your gasp in his kiss when the thick head of his cock nudges your entrance.

You can’t manage a response, your lip between your teeth as you take his pained look as an invitation to keep going. Keep going. Fuck.

“I’m in your hands, Y/N. Use me.” Jake whispers hoarsely, eyes pinching shut like he’s trying to control himself, regain composure. “Just let me feel you.”

You’re so close like this, your foreheads pressed together as open mouths pant into each others. You sink down, pausing every inch or so just to feel him. You want to engrave this into your mind. Maybe this was your snowglobe moment. A disgusting, horny snowglobe moment, yes. But you’d give anything to capture every flash of light in the corners of your vision as Jake’s cock slides so effortlessly into you after you’ve waited to feel him again for months.

“Fuck,” you mumble against his open mouth. “Fuck, Jake … you feel so good.”

Jake just grunts, squeezing your hips. “Stay there for a second, okay? Just … don’t move.”

Your nipples graze his chest as you both breathe heavily, small whines and gasps shared between you as you both wait, letting the moment sink in. Fuck. Fuck.

Another subtle squeeze is invitation enough and you sink all the way down, your back arching your swollen tits nearly into Jake’s face. Apparently, he doesn’t mind. He presses a kiss to your sternum and hums when you move slowly, the aching slide where you meet sending boots of electricity through your skin.

You lean up enough to press your hands into his chest, gaining more leverage to lift and press your hips against him.

Jake takes the opportunity to grab your tits in each hand and present your nipples directly to his mouth, lovingly licking and kissing as you ride him. He is an image beneath you and you wonder how the **fuck you found yourself in bed with Jake Kiszka.

Pushing back ever so slightly, Jake’s perfect dick hits a spot inside of you that pulls the breath right from your lungs. His response to your sudden fluttering is a bite to your sensitive nipple and you both arch and groan.

His head smacks back into the pillows, his hands squeezing your tits as he breathes heavily. “That feel good, honey girl?”

You nod furiously, lip between your teeth. So good. So good.

“You’re lasting a lot longer than I expected.” You note, a lazy smile on your face as you slowly grind against him so he hits that spot over and over.

Jake tries to respond but gets cut off by his own pleasure, his jaw and arms shivering in protest to the rush of dopamine that squeezes his eyes shut. His mouth moves like he’s talking but he’s just whining. He’s so beautiful like this, sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip as he shakes with restraint.

You lean further back so you’re seated fully on top of him and it pulls a groan from deep in his belly.

He shakes his head but manages to keep his hazy gaze on you now. “I’m really trying here.” A breathy laugh escapes him but it’s short lived. “You feel so good, baby. Unbelievable.”

You smile proudly, content to watch the man you love become pussy drunk on you for however long he can manage.

But Jake stops you for a second with another squeeze to your hips that conveys, in the language you’ve somehow created since you crawled onto this bed, that he has something to say. But he doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looks up at you with sleepy eyes.

“What?” You ask, adjusting yourself on your knees and making him hiss.

“Tell me again.” He asks in a whisper, his face arrogant but sweet. “Tell me you love me while you get off on my cock.”

“Fucking hell,” you breathe, your head tipping back as you take in a full breath.

He squeezes again and you look back down. He knows what he’s doing and he knows what he wants.

You can’t help but smile back at him. Jake. Jake Jake Jake.

“I love you,” you whisper, grinding against him slowly but methodically.

You see his jaw clench, but he smiles. “Say it again.”

You rise up on your knees and sink fully down, Jake’s eyebrows shooting up as a ripple of pleasure shocks you both.

“I do-“ you gasp when he drags a hand from your hips to just above where you two connect, middle finger rubbing small circles over your clit. Fireworks bloom inside your chest and you moan out the rest. “I do love you, Jake.”

Jake hums affectionately, his finger picking up pace and making you whine. “You sound so pretty, dove. I love you too.”

Maybe he was more vocal about wanting to hear the sentiment but you wanted it just as bad, evident in the way your fingertips dug into his soft pecs and pressed crescent indents into his skin.

“Jake,” you gasp, his hips thrusting up just enough to meet your pace. “Jake.” You moan, jaw dropping when he perfectly hits your cervix just enough to make lava flow beneath your skin.

“Say it again.” He whispers, looping his free hand around the back of your neck to pull you down and meet him in a kiss. His lips stutter and your mouth falls open when the new angle and touch of his fingers lights the match in your belly. He must feel you fluttering around him because he whimpers “m’gonna cum, baby.”

You nod, trying desperately to kiss him as your pace becomes sloppy. The pleasure that floods your body makes you feel stupid as you lean back again and grip the wrist of his hand playing with your clit. “I love you, Jake.”

He nods frantically, lip between his teeth and biting hard. Before he can respond, his back arches off the bed, the most beautiful moans spilling from his open mouth. You feel his warm cum fill you and the sensation is what does you in, sparks exploding from your skin in every direction as you cum on top of him, your body shaking as you try to ride it out, both of your bodies suddenly becoming stupid with pleasure.

Just like before, Jake is so quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him, his softening length still inside of you as you’re pulled underneath him against the pillows.

As he rests on his forearms above you, he maintains eye contact as he slips out of you, kissing you the second you begin to whine at the loss of contact.

“I love you, too.” He mutters into the kiss.

“I love you.” You respond.

“I love you.” He smiles against your lips, struggling to keep kissing you as you both smile stupidly.

“I love you.” You whisper, wrapping your shaking legs around his hips and yanking him closer.

“I love you.” He whispers back, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around your body in a hug. “Both of you.”

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inhale/exhale. || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: You help Josh work out his frustration when he’s had a rough day at the studio. || Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Fiancée!Reader | Genre: smut, porn without plot; minors begone! | Word Count: 1.5k | Warnings: smut (piv, oral [f receiving], unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, spanking, dirty talk, filth)

A/N: Those pictures Josh posted to his insta made me (and therefore Baby) Josh’s bitch. That’s all there is to it. I’m simply a whore, and I hope you enjoy me being feral on main about this man ♡

“Bend over.”

You couldn’t do anything but watch as Josh made quick work of his belt and zipper, the sound of it almost obscene as it filled the otherwise quiet studio. When he noticed you hadn’t moved to do as he said, he gave you a dark look.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, baby,” he said. “Bend over.”

Your mouth went dry. “W-where?”

“That amp will do just fine.”

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