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poisonpeche · 2 years

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Side to Side | Levi x You

Levi x Reader Smut | Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, Vaginal Fingering, Dacryphilia, Just being fucking filthy truly, Slight Angst, Reader is Fem Bodied, Reader is Switch, Levi is Switch, Squirting; this is my first smut piece so be gentle with me xx.

Word Count: ~3k

Art by me 🖤 Link to my Art Shop in my Tumblr Bio.

He always has a way to find you.

When you’re drowning in the details, an endless stream of thought and worry, or any other crime life seems to throw at his sweet girl. He swears if he could take you away from it all, he would. One day you won’t have to worry about bills, or survival, and this temporary struggle will all just be some frayed memory covered up by better days ahead.

He never wanted you to know the life he lived as a child and his stomach turns knowing he might be failing you through this. A decade by your side and you both got laid off within a few weeks of each other. He can’t help but curse whoever the fuck is out there for this cruel twist of fate. He doesn’t want to see you break like he did so long ago…You can’t. He won’t allow it. Not you.

Levi is keen to always bring you back. He adores you in all of your seasons and he made a promise to you to always lead you home. His patience is unyielding and never wavers for you no matter the cost. Tonight is no different.

Unlocking the door with a gentle turn of his hand, he intends to keep that promise.

He finds you sweetly nestled in the blankets of your bed. Chest rising and falling in an effort to self soothe from the difficult couple of months you’ve had adjusting to your new job in the city after you lost your dream position. Square one with less pay. You deserve so much more. When others can’t see what he sees in you, he can’t stand the delusion, the outright downplaying of your talent. He wonders if you will ever know how brave you are just by existing. Still trying to find the best in your life despite the odds. He knows how hard you try despite it all. For yourself. For him. You’re meant to have every comfort in this world and he is determined to give it all to you in time.

Carefully putting away his things in your bathroom and changing out of his clothes heavy with the burden of work, he gives you a few moments of peace before coming to your side.

A dim light is thrown throughout the room, your only company while waiting up for your partner and a chastising glow looming over you despite your best effort to keep it together. Just for another day of barely hanging on. Fighting exhaustion was futile once again, as you were swiftly swept under by sleep. Finding comfort in rest started to feel like a punishment, the guilt racking through your thoughts with relentless force…Can I find another job that pays better? Are we going to lose everything? Will we be okay? And yet, you succumb to it against your will.

But God, does it feel so good to runaway for once. Funny how your mind can be such a blessing and a curse; your constant reminder that your life is on a razor’s edge of being completely fucked and a source of blissful escapism. An image begins to form in your mind’s eye, coming into view. Delicate hands starting at your ankle, slowly grazing upwards past your soft muscle and skin daring to slow even further as they become more bold taking a more dangerous path once they hit your knee, trailing over your inner thighs.

You don’t even need to see his face to know his hands. The masterful way he builds you up before even thinking about beginning his innocent touches…until they aren’t. Maybe they weren’t ever meant to be. This is the gift he can give to you with no money, no power, or influence. He’s just a man, your man, making his way in life the same as you and he will give his mind, his body to you for as long as you’ll have him. His touch is always there even when he isn’t. That’s how deeply you cradle him in your subconscious, adoring him even through your restlessness. The love of your life.

You shift into his phantom touch, chasing an impending high, what only he can do to you.

He catches it from the corner of his eye while he’s rinsing his face from the day, droplets falling from his lashes and the black strands just above his silky undercut. An arched back, your arched back, taunting you in your sleep. He shamelessly watches on from the other side of the room, drinking you in with an amused smirk on his lips. What are you thinking about at this hour, sweet girl?

Almost as if he asked the question aloud, you respond in perfect time, “Lev’, please.”

His eyes widen in awe at the sight of you and you break your fall from the bend of your back, gently wrestling yourself to your side facing away from him. The cover falling to frame the curve of your hip, leaving you fully exposed with your back on display and your ass mocking him from afar.

“Please what, love?” He plays into your hand with a burning curiosity, softly asking in earnest. You’re still asleep, but he loves to toy with you like this. Somehow your charm and wit beam even in your half-baked haze. He loves that about you. How fiery and sharp-tongued you are, but when you’re alone with him you unravel so easily, showing him only the softest and most vulnerable parts of you. Only for him. Your self proclaimed weakness is why he fell in love with you. You are so many things, but your duality endlessly fascinates him. He is often so controlled and constant while you are passion in its purest form. Hearing you call out his name like this? He’s done. He’s already yours for the night. For every night.

He slowly walks to the bedside, now only a short distance from you as he settles down into the sheets with his feet on the floor, twisted around to face you with his hand outstretched behind him, inching closer to you. Looking over his shoulder, his gaze over your body pulls him down so naturally and effortlessly, a subconscious force; something else begins to take over.

And then, he smells it. And he knows without your clever answer. Even after ten years together, your arousal hits him through his heart like it was the first time and he visibly shudders with a deep, dark inhale to test his theory. Like he even needs to, but he’d bottle you up if he could. Eyes falling back as he rolls his neck towards you and back in disbelief with an exasperated laugh mixed with a guttural, shaky sigh. A scent like yours opens up the most primal desires inside of him, and both of your troubles begin to melt away. We will always have this while we lose it all.

He leans in fully on his side brushing his nose against the curve of your shoulder and neck, spooning you softly, listening to your labored breaths and watching his baby break apart at her own pace. What he would do to crawl inside this fantasy with you…or play a part.

As soon as you sense him there, you instinctively push your hips back with a gentle grind, a soft moan leaving your lips, and a dream that has now begun to feel deliciously real. Even on your side now alongside him, your back begins to curve, twist and arch into place, pushing you deeper into his crotch while your neck cranes further into his sharp jaw, his lips now making contact with your ear from behind.

At your gracious invitation, Levi provokes you further, giving the production in your mind the shameless direction it needs, delivering his first line so softly only for you.

“It’s okay my baby I’m here now.” Tongue gently falling forward, he licks an unbroken line up the contour of your neck to the shell of your ear, arching in tandem behind you with a tighter hold. “I know how hard you tried to wait for me.” He catches your earlobe between his teeth, laving over the bite. “You always try so hard for us love, even like this. Come back to me,” he pleads.

You sigh and twist in response to his lowered words, ass flush to his hips. The dark tint of his voice drawing you in without a fight, bringing you closer to the surface by inches, but too slow for your liking.

His left hand snakes under your arm, meeting the plush skin of your stomach, passing over your ribs, and sliding over your sternum to palm your throat so lovingly that even Levi is overwhelmed by how sweetly you accept his touch and welcome him to your bed, your home you both made together amidst it all. Together you always make something so beautiful while everything else seems to fall apart.

He encourages your head further back, so he can finally look at your face, your expression flitting between pleasure and frustration as you breech the surface of your dreams. He engulfs you in his hold, pressing you close to the warmth of his body, reaching forward to kiss the edge of your lashes. At the end of his small kiss, he slides his open mouth backwards up your cheek, teeth grazing as his breath fans out over your skin. You meet him with the intensity and instinctively drop your jaw open to unknowingly mirror him. Even sleep can’t take you out of sync with him.

His hand leaves your throat, sliding upward over the curve of your neck to hold your jaw and temple against his own, burning cheeks flush together. “Come on sweet girl, come to me. Let me see you and those eyes…I know you’re trying. I don’t want to leave you like this.” His final words sit heavily in your mind, finally rousing you from the darkest shadow of sleep with your eyes opening in a haze trying to determine if you were really free from your dream when this reality was just as lovely.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” The words drip off your tongue and always break his heart with your sincerity. You’re always so saccharine coming to, and when you use this name he feels just as pliant and tame. He doesn’t deserve it after everything he feels he has a hand in putting you through, but the selfish parts of him relish in the endearment. Maybe he could be sweet for you. Or you, for him. You always are.

“I know love…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Never can. Don’t wan’t to.” His hand cupping your jaw drags back down your body, gripping your skin with more fervor than the gentle touches he left you with before. He moves to the hem of your panties, stopping and rolling his fingers in a small circle below your navel. You gasp softly at the abrupt end in movement, curling your body closer into Levi, grinding in a deeper swivel over his crotch in time with both of your shared breaths, hardening to the touch with each movement of your hips.

“Missed your hands on me, Levi.”

“Did you?” You nod weakly in response, at his mercy now.

“Where, love? Tell me where and I’ll give them to you.” He breathes into you, desperation edging into every word.

“No…I’ll show you instead.” He sighs out taken aback by your sudden dominance. There she is, the girl that can’t resist to lead no matter how much she may try to destroy herself with doubt. He’ll never let you no matter how hard you try at times. God he wished he could convince you even after all this time he still believes in you like the first day he met you in college when he thought you were utterly untouchable. Too good for anyone, even him.

But you’d never even dare to encourage his own insecurities. Your heart would never allow it. You’ve never made him doubt his confidence in himself, in you. He thinks about all those years ago when he first saw you. Young and so new to the world, hanging out of his passenger’s side window with your eyes closed and your head tilted back on the sill. Much like now. Exactly like now. You’re older now, but just as beautiful. Time has been as kind to you as you have been with everyone that has the pleasure of knowing you, loving you.

Your hand covers his own, fingers interlocking side to side like your bodies against each other now as they travel downward, slipping under your panties together, a moan leaving both of your lips in unison. Turning your heads towards each other, you look at one another with only pure adoration as the rest of the world falls away. It’s only you and him together now; soft moans and touches the only legacy to your name. Both sets of eyes turn downward, watching your shared movement, a silent plea.

With your hands steadfast and laced, Levi’s middle finger grazes over your clit first, and you slowly throw your head back, opening up the space for him to move forward and catch your mouth in a hungry kiss, immediately rushing into a stronger embrace through your lips alone. Teeth clash without a second thought and you both swivel your heads in the opposite direction to change the angle into a deeper, desperate kiss.

A single finger of yours lifts from his hold while your others remain locked together to meet him alongside your clit, rubbing smooth circles with him, matching his pace, sending a tremor though Levi’s body, vibrating your pussy against the lace of your underwear, the friction only drawing out more of your arousal and Levi falls apart.

“Look at you, always wanting to help, hm?” His response alone has you moaning for more of his words slipping through the cracks of his half-cocked smile. “Let me take care of you for once, my good girl.” You shake your head softly in protest and he lunges forward further, taking your nipple in his mouth rolling the plush of his lips until you’re straining against them, a pang of arousal throbs in your core. He knows he can edge you just by your chest alone, so sensitive to his touch, the movement of his tongue only heightening the sensation felt by both of your fingers on either side of your clit.

In a wordless response, you hook both of your fingers together, impatiently sinking into the velvet of your folds in tandem, slick pooling around both of your knuckles.

“Fuck, my baby’s so wet isn’t she? How long have you been like this, love? ‘M make it better for you, I promise. You waited for too long.” He says in shock while your scent permeates thickly through the air consuming his every thought. He only thinks of you now. It’s always been about you.

But this is not another moment without him you want to deny yourself of like so many that pass throughout the day apart, and you lead him further down still, fingers hooked, into your entrance that flutters while adjusting to the both of you as you thrust in together.

Gasping for dear life you manage to push him over the edge. “Make me wetter, Levi. I know you can.” Just when he thought he couldn’t take your smell teasing him senseless, your words put him into a panic as he lets out a low moan into the night air. You push him into a frenzy, hooking his fingers upward and he feels you follow suit inside of you, mimicking his every moment.

“I’ve got you love just hold onto me…Yeah, like that…I’ve been thinking about you just like this, begging for me, fucking yourself on my fingers. Using me. Wanna make you squirt on me like you did last time. Down my fucking throat, if you’ll let me,” he’s reeling with every grip around you both at his words. If he keeps talking like that you’ll scream.

He begins a slow thrust that you harmonize with so beautifully, following just behind, never leaving you without stimulation. The pads of both of your fingers brushing against each other. The pressure swells in below your stomach and you tighten around both of your movements, getting lost in your shared touch. He’s talking so close to you now, and yet you still can’t hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. Your eyes are both pinned at the movement below, breath hitching at his disgusting words.

“Do you have it in you?…How much can you give me? You give us so much baby what’s a little more…Fuck, just let me taste you again like that.”

He rubs over the soft ridges inside you, causing your muscles to swell against you both and bringing you alarmingly close at his soft taunts. You pull your finger from alongside Levi’s to relieve the pressure and bring it upwards in between yours and his lips. Without provocation, you both lunge toward the slick dripping off your finger, fighting over the last drop, tongues pushing over and past each other mixing both of your saliva in with your arousal, an obstructed kiss. But to get the last word, you shove your glistening finger into Levi’s mouth, pinning his tongue down, causing him to gag against the elixir you’ve concocted together. He pathetically attempts to curl his tongue around you while tears begin to gather on his lash line. All for you. Mine.

“You’ll get every drop once I get to taste your tears,” your jeer maims him and has him nearly biting down on your fingers lodged deep in his throat, his teeth leaving throbbing indents against the bone.

If Levi believes your smell deserves to be bottled and treasured, then his tears are your prize. How many times will you make him cry out from tonight or until the end in torment and exaltation? The anguished thought always pushes you to the edge, pushes you to crane upward and lick his tears breaking free while he hopelessly chokes on your fingers.

Their taste alone has brought a thin sheen of sweat to your skin. Sweet, salty, subtle. Just like Levi. And you want more.

As a challenge, he slips out of you trailing the remains of your dripping cunt over your inner thigh, to your side, and then hooks his hand underneath the back of your left knee, folding it upward to the ceiling and into your side, closer to him as he spoons you. Your obscenely wet cunt catching the cool air on display.

If you get his tears, he only takes in return.

“Give me your fucking pussy. I want all of you. Now.”

A loud moan escapes you in surprise while his eyes rake up and down you with his growl. He’s bolder than ever and begging to ruin you even after all this time. Promising. No matter what it takes just like every other promise he’s made and kept throughout the years. Always here to lift you from the pain of shouldering this life and all of its unpredictability, finding you and leading you out of the spiral of doubt and confusion, to your home within each other.

And you’ll let him take you. Until the end.

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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Jungkook is an amazing lover.

He’s always so gentle, so restrained...so attentive.

But, you find yourself wondering if he wants you as much as you want him.

Tonight, he decides to address your curiosity.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: smut, swearing, JUNGKOOK!!! (can he leave my brain alone plz? Like deadass I miss Yoongi.)

A/N: Hi, I’m back with another episode of JEON JUNGKOOK CAN NOT AND WILL NOT LET ME LIVE SO, HERE IS ANOTHER PIECE OF FILTH. anywaysss I love you, if you liked it, please let me know :D

Happy Valentines Day >:)

Here’s the thing.

Sex with Jungkook is top notch.

It’s good shit.

Crème de la crème.

Jungkook is probably the sweetest boyfriend in the observable universe.

He’s so attentive and, considerate both in and out of the bedroom.

He kisses you like you’re the only person in the world.

Like you’re the only person in the universe…

Sex often happens organically but, there are times when the two of you have to plan a night alone together due to your busy schedules.

And listen!

Sex with Jungkook is amazing, as you’ve mentioned but, you do have lingering concerns at the back of your mind.

#1 Jungkook always lets you cum first. You have a sneaking suspicion that the he might be a robot because, he can literally hold off his orgasm forever. Which is fine! But, there are nights when you want to watch him fall apart and enjoy himself but, it always seems like he’s holding back for your benefit.

#2 He never talks about sex. It’s like the two of you will go at it and, it will be great but, afterwards it’s as if it never even happened. He holds you close to him afterwards and, presses little kisses to your forehead. Which is wonderful! But, sometimes you wish you felt a little sexier… sometimes you don’t feel like you turn him on in every day life.

But, that could be your insecurities talking…

#3 Jungkook’s made you cum so hard, you literally cried. Like actual tears. You still think about that night sometimes…

Or all the time.

Jungkook had planned a surprise party for you for your birthday and, after everyone had left (or passed out in the living room) Jungkook took you into the bedroom and, ate you out until you were (literally) crying. But you don’t think you’ve ever given him that kind of pleasure before. He always finishes when he’s with you so, it must be enjoyable for him but, like you said. He’s so collected about sex, sometimes you wish you were able to make him feel the way he makes you feel.

Needless to say, these concerns have been eating at you for some time and, right now might not be the best time to bring them up due to the fact that the two of you are just chilling in bed together but, you can’t help yourself anymore.

“Babe?” You murmur against his chest, tilting your head to glance up towards him.

His arm is around you as it has been for the last hour or so and, at the sound of your voice he pats your hip, “Hm?”

But he doesn’t look at you; his eyes are trained on the television screen.

“Can I ask you something?”

Immediately, he grabs the remote from the nightstand and pauses the movie, “Yeah of course. Is everything ok?”

Your teeth find the inside of your lower lip, nibbling on it nervously, “Yeah yeah, it’s kind of silly honestly but, it’s been on my mind for a little bit and um-“

Jungkook’s brow furrows with concern, “You can ask me whatever you want, are you sure you’re ok though?”

You sit up then, “Yeah I’m ok, I just-“ Cutting yourself off again, you start to wish you would have waited to bring this up a different time but, you couldn’t wait any longer, “Is there anything I don’t know about you?”

He tilts his head, thinking for a moment “I don’t know think so? I mean, there might be a few things but, they aren’t important enough to think of right now. Why?”

His tone is gentle but, you can sense the confusion.

You aren’t asking him what you really want to ask him…

“Ok, I’m just gonna ask you because, I don’t know how else to say it but, please don’t judge me, I’m just curious-“ You blurt out and, it’s so abrupt that Jungkook can’t help but, chuckle.

He takes your hands in his, smoothing his thumbs over his knuckles, “Jagi it’s me. You can ask me anything you want; you don’t need to be nervous…”

His touch soothes your nerves a little bit but, the hammering beat of your heart is getting worse.

“Do you have any kinks?”

Jungkook feels his own heart stall in his chest at your question.

This is definitely not what he was expecting but, he isn’t put off by it.

“Kinks?” He checks and, as you nod rapidly in response, he smirks fondly.

“Yeah like things that turn you on or whatever. Things I don’t know about…”

Jungkook’s smirk still lingers on his lips but, his cheeks rosy at your question.

“I don’t think there is anything you don’t know.” He begins, wracking his brain for a more specific answer, “By kinks you mean like weird stuff or just things that turn me on in general?”

You have to admit, Jungkook is surprising you a little bit.

You didn’t think he’d be so open to talking about this right off the bat but, you’re going to roll with it anyway.

A giggle passes by your lips at his word choice and, he grins at the sound; he really likes when you laugh.

“I guess both? I don’t really feel like I know what you like and, sometimes…” You hesitate again, licking your lips, “I don’t know, I just wanna make you feel good...”

Jungkook feels a flutter within his chest. Suddenly the movie the two of you were just watching doesn’t seem so interesting…

“You always make me feel good.” He states immediately, tilting his head again to try and catch your eyes with his own, grinning whilst he does, “Seriously, you know that right?”

No.

You don’t know that.

But, you don’t want the conversation to turn into him consoling you.

You’re on a mission.

“Yeah I do…” You scoot closer to him so, your knees are touching, your hands still intertwined with his, “I’m just curious.”

He isn’t completely convinced but, he moves on, focusing on your question instead, “I like when we have sex in the morning, it’s really slow and lazy almost. I usually cum faster in the morning. I don’t know why,” His dark eyes flit to you, scanning over your face, “I like you a lot in the morning actually. You’re so soft and warm and, you hold me tighter. I don’t know, it’s really hot.”

Jungkook is getting slightly worked up but, he does his best to hide it. He isn’t sure if having sex is a part of this conversation but, he doesn’t want to assume.

“I didn’t know that,” You begin, your voice a tad smaller than before, “I like morning sex too. Especially when we don’t have to be anywhere. What else?”

Jungkook smirks but, he continues thinking, trying to pin point specific things, “I really like your lace underwear but, I have thing for those plain black ones, like the ones that look like little shorts?” He ventures, his eyes subconsciously flitting to your thighs, wondering if you have them on right now.

“Boy shorts?” You offer, biting your lip when you notice his wandering gaze.

He nods, bringing his eyes back to yours, “Yeah. They’re really cute, I like when you wear those with one of your t-shirts-“ He bites his lip, “I like when you leave them on too, when I touch you. Or when I’m inside of you…”

It’s a little ridiculous how easily Jungkook turns you on. You really want this conversation to be extensive but, your body is trying to make other plans.

“I’m wearing them right now.” You point out, smirking slightly and, Jungkook raises his brows, his eyes flitting to your hips again.

“Do you really need your pants on right now then? It’s kind of warm in here…” He suggests cheekily, his hands moving towards your hips.

“Wait-“ You giggle, placing your hands on top of his, “I’ll take them off but, I want to know more…”

Jungkook grins, “I’ll tell you more then.”

You eye him suspiciously, ensuring that he’s going to behave before hitching your fingers under the waistband of your pants and, tugging them off.

Jungkook kisses his teeth, nodding in approval, “Yeah, those are definitely the ones-“ Dragging his eyes away from your underwear, he leans back against the pillows and, pats his lap, “Come here.”

His voice is so deep right now, it sounds like he’s just woken up.

He smirks at you fondly, pushing away some of the loose strands of his black hair.

“You said you’d tell me more.” You point out teasingly.

Jungkook chuckles, nodding in agreement, “I will. Just come sit on my lap first.”

You don’t want to resist him.

His lap looks so inviting.

He’s wearing a black t-shirt and, basketball shorts and, his freshly washed hair is a disheveled mess but, he looks so good.

“Promise?”

He chuckles again, his hands finding your hips, “Promise.”

You pretend to huff with hesitation but, you’re obviously bluffing, “Fine.”

Jungkook tugs you into his lap, his hands immediately smoothing up your outer thighs before squeezing at your hips, “Much better.” He glances up at you through his lashes, “To continue on with your question. This is another thing that turns me on.”

Your skin comes alive beneath his touch, your hands taking purchase atop his shoulders, “When I sit in your lap?”

He shakes his head at first, “No- well yeah but, I’m taking about these…” He squeezes your hips again, “I know they aren’t your favorite thing but, they’re definitely one of mine. I think about marking them up sometimes but, I don’t know if that’s taking it too far.” He chuckles and, for the first time you sense a bit of nerves within his tone.

“Is that another kink then? Marking me?” You use the growing confidence inside of you to continue your quest for knowledge.

“I think just marking in general. My neck is really sensitive so, when you kiss me there or bite me, you know…it feels really good.” A breathless laugh leaves his lips, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment, “I’m still a little confused, I feel like you know all this stuff already.”

You knew most of it but, it was mainly through trial and error.

He isn’t wrong though.

You’re not really getting to the point.

You’re not really telling him how you’re feeling.

“I do. I just-“ You glance down, the collar of his t-shirt becoming very interesting, “I don’t feel like- ugh this sounds so dumb but, you’re always so calm during sex and, you always let me finish first and, I feel like I don’t turn you on as much as you turn me on? I’m not upset or anything I was just curious and, I wanted to see if there was something I missed or, if there was something you liked that we hadn’t talked about.”

You’re worried you ruined the mood.

Things had been quite playful until this point and, you don’t want the whole night to turn into Jungkook feeling like he needs to reassure you.

“Babe…” He ventures and, his voice is softer than you expected, “Look at me.” He urges softly, tilting your chin up towards him, “Do you really think you don’t turn me on?”

You feel a little breathless at the bit of intensity in his gaze but, when he chuckles in disbelief, you relax slightly.

“Sometimes. “ You admit and, instantly, he uses his free hand to slowly bring yours to the seam of his shorts.

He isn’t fully hard but, his dick is definitely not flaccid and, just the feeling of him beneath your hand makes your panties grow a little damper.

“Do you feel that? You’ve been turning me on this whole time. You turn me on all the time actually; it’s kind of annoying…” He laughs, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek, “Baby-“ He kisses towards your ear, lowering his voice to a whisper, “You seriously don’t know how sexy I think you are?”

You find yourself melting in his lap, pressing yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You just make me feel so-“ Your breath catches a bit as he continues placing kisses down the curve of your face, lingering against your jawline, “You just always seem really calm when it comes to sex and, I just didn’t know if was as good for you as it is for me.”

You can feel him smirk against your neck as he tucks his face into it, his lips sucking lightly on the skin there, “You think I don’t like it as much as you hm? You think you don’t ruin me too? With your breathy little voice and, your pretty hips? Do you really think I don’t think about how good it is?”

You’re in for it now, you can tell.

Your boyfriend is a sweet man but, he’s also fiercely competitive and, the way he’s talking to you makes it sound like he’s hell bent on proving your theory wrong.

“I don’t know what you think about.” You murmur honestly, running your fingers through his hair as he continues kissing down your neck.

“I think about you- all the time. I think about your kisses,” He punctuates the next few phrases with a touch of his lips, “your hands, your hips, your neck- How pretty you are when you cum for me, how good you feel.. I think about how well you know me and my body. I think about the way you touch me, you’re doing it right now jagi. You don’t even know.”

His accent peaks through as he grows more sincere and, the desire he begins to feel takes over his senses.

“See?” He asks into your neck, and before you even answer, he’s leading your hand back to his length, which is rock solid now, throbbing beneath your touch, “Do you think anyone else makes me feel this way? I’m so hard right now and, you’ve barely touched me…” He urges, resting his forehead against yours as you squeeze over him, “We all get insecure sometimes and, that’s ok but, jagi…” He breathes, chuckling darkly, “This isn’t something to worry about, I promise.”

“No?” You answer back immediately, relishing in his attention, quickly slipping your hand beneath his shorts. The feeling of his throbbing dick in your grasp is enough to ruin your underwear but, you don’t care.

You just want to make him feel good.

He smirks, his eyes lulling a bit with the pleasure your hand is providing, “Fuck no. You’re like-“ He grunts as you begin stroking up and down his length, “You’re like heaven on earth. “ His eyes squeeze shut for a moment before a rushed request leaves his lips, “Keep doing that…please.”

His head falls back against the pillows, exposing the muscular column of his throat to you. Jungkook’s lips part as a shaky breath escapes. You lean forward in his lap, kissing along the curve of his collar bone as your hand increases it’s speed on his dick.

Jungkook’s eyes close as a small moan leaves his lips, his tongue wetting them immediately after.

“You’re so hot…” You whine in agony, giggling slightly and, this causes him to chuckle, his eyes peeking open whilst his hands begin squeezing at your hips.

“You can’t say shit like that. I just got these shorts and, I don’t want to ruin them.”

Interesting.

You have a hunch but, you decide to press your luck anyway, as you kiss your way up towards his ear, “But you are,” You insist, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip, “You’re making me wet, just looking at you.”

“Fuck.” He breathes, his chest heaving as he takes a deep breath, “You’re wet for me?”

“Mhm…” You hum, pressing your hips down against him and your hand, “You just look so good.”

His eyes squeeze shut as he attempts to reign in his release, which is approaching far too rapidly.

You don’t give him time to recover though and, instead you nibble on his earlobe before you deliver your next question, “I wanna suck it. Can I? Can I put you in my mouth.”

Jungkook is in agony at the tone of your voice and, although he wants to be between your lips, he knows he won’t be able to last for you if he is.

“I won’t last in your mouth babe and, I want to be inside of you.”

You’re quick to shut him down, “I want your cum in my throat though.” You insist right into his ear, “Please? Can I have it?”

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, trying to get ahold of himself, his eyes opening wide, “Jesus- you’re gonna kill me.” He chuckles, turning so his lips find yours. The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, especially because you haven’t stopped your motions on his dick. “You really want to suck my dick that bad hm?”

You giggle in response, nodding, “Just real quick.”

“It’s going to be quick, that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Please?” You whisper this time, kissing against his pillowy lips, “I want to make you feel good.”

Jungkook’s dick twitches in your grip and, you’re starting to think that praise is another hidden kink he has.

“I’m all yours…” He murmurs, kissing you once more, a bit of intensity looming in his eyes. He moves his hands from your hips to tug his t-shirt over his head, revealing the tan expanse of his body to you.

He’s been working out more and, the ridges and planes of his toned muscles are proof of his hard work.

You want to kiss every inch of him.

But, right as you’re about to, he stops you, taking your chin between his fingers and, directing your attention back towards him, “Hey.”

With bated breath, you stare into his eyes, waiting for the rest of his sentence.

“I’m not going to last long but, I need you to know something…” He tightens his grip on you before leaning in and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, “when you make me cum, cause I know this pretty mouth of yours is going to-“ He nibbles on your bottom lip, lowering his tone, “when you make me cum, you need to know that no one else has ever made me feel the way you do. When I’m saying your name under my breath and, my toes are curling into the sheets,” He bites harder this time, and as you whimper he smirks, “When I’m trying to stay quiet so, Jin hyung doesn’t bust in here and, kick my ass…” The two of you giggle breathlessly at that, kissing one another again, “you need to know that you’re the only one I want. You gotta remember that for me ok? You gotta remember that you’re my girl and, that there is no one else for me.”

You heart is full and, although the sentiment is sexual, it’s also laced with all of the other emotions the two of you feel towards each other.

“I love you.” You smile softly, nudging your nose against his.

Jungkook chuckles, letting his smirk linger on his lips as he releases your chin, “I love you too jagi.”

Your lips are on his length in a matter of seconds, sucking him with everything you have, using your hand to assist you in making him cum.

Jungkook’s stomach his trembling beneath the weight of pleasure crushing his body. He’s arching slightly off the bed, his face tightening as his fingers tuck into your hair, “Fuck- fuck I’m gonna cum.”

He sounds broken up by it, as if he wanted it to last longer but, before you know it, he’s spilling into your lips, his hips jerking with the force of his orgasm. Jungkook bites the back of his hand when he does, moaning into it, just as he said he would, staring down at you in awe as, he gives you everything he has.

You make good on your plans and, swallow it all, a sense of satisfaction washing over you.

With a few kisses pressed to his hips, Jungkook is ready to have you in his arms again.

He kisses you as soon as you clamber on top of him, showing no signs of slowing down.

You’re back in your original spot, except this time, your boyfriend is completely naked and, his hand is quickly tucking into your panties.

“Can I touch you here?” He smirks, and although the word is a little cheesy you can’t help but notice how incredibly naughty he sounds, his eyes looming with a renewed sense of desire.

You nod, your thighs trembling as the pads of his fingers press on your clit, rubbing back and forth. You’re completely drenched for him at this point and, desperate enough to rub up against him if that’s all you were able to do.

But, you’re Jungkook’s girl and, Jungkook’s girl gets the best of the best.

“I can feel how tight you are and, I’m not even inside of you…” His fingers aren’t either but, he can feel how tense the muscles of your pussy are and, he is dead set on unraveling each one, “Your clit is throbbing underneath my fingers baby, does this feel good?”

All you can do is nod, breathing heavily as you rut against his hand. You want him to keep talking, it’s so hot and, so unlike him but, you want to drown in his voice.

“Yeah? It feels good when I rub your clit like this? What about if I do this?” His smirk broadens as his face rubbing against yours as he tucks a finger inside of you, hooking it up towards your g-spot.

The sensation makes you gasp and, he chuckles darkly at the sound, biting the apple of your cheek as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, “Jagiya, you feel that?” He teases, his accent thicker than ever, increasing the pace inside of you, “You already got me hard again…”

Needless to say, you urge him to abandon his current mission and, instead the two of you aid in slipping him inside of you.

It doesn’t last long either.

You’ve been wet for nearly an hour and, after watching him cum, you’re far too sensitive to hold off your orgasm.

It’s been about 10 minutes and, Jungkook has secured you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you once again.

He’s pressed a kiss to your forehead at least a dozen times and, you’ve been tracing shapes into his back.

It’s a comfortable silence you don’t feel like breaking for the moment.

So, you don’t.

The two of you stay cuddled up like that, kissing and touching on one another until the lure of sleep becomes too much to resist.

When you do succumb to it, you dream of the man you fell asleep with.

Thankfully for you, your subconscious plays the events of the evening once more.

And the next morning, when you wake up wet, Jungkook has no problem showing you just how much he wants you-

All over again.

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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The Light Beyond The Stars V

part v: a secret we dare not share

Summary of series: When Malcolm is young, he dreams of a place where he could run off to and leave his life behind. When he meets Cassandra, his perspective changes and his dreams only include her.

Summary of Chapter: Cassandra has been banned from seeing Malcolm but she doesn’t listen; Malcolm’s sister, Charlotte, gets infected with the Plague and her odds don’t look good.

Warning: Soft smut, fluff, talk of illness and death

Author’s Note: I wanted to add a smut chapter before Malcolm became Peter because I wanted there to be a piece of him that was human before he turned all bad; a piece of him that he would remember as good if he ever needed to, if that makes sense. This is a short chapter because I just wanted it to showcase their little innocent love story before things got super intense. There probably won’t be too many other smut chapters going forward (because of the age discrepancy thing between my actual age and the age that Robbie Kay portrays Peter as, which I’m assuming is 16,) but we’ll see how things go with the series. I’m excited to get into some of the serious stuff soon and I hope you guys enjoy keep enjoying the series!

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Cassandra’s P.O.V

Running off to find Malcolm after your father tried to convince you not to was a snap decision that you knew could end terribly. But you had to do it. You couldn’t stop thinking about the boy who showed you the stars and invited you to magical worlds. The boy who smiled at you and made your mind go blank. Not seeing him was too much of a punishment to bear, so you decided not to bear it anymore.

“Where have you been?” Malcolm called out to you while he leaned against the barn door

“What are you doing out here?”

“Avoiding Francis...”

“What happened this time?”

“Charlotte...” he sighed, “she’s sick. The illness going around seems to have found her. Francis claims it’s my fault and he hasn’t stopped yelling at me since”

“I’m so sorry” you said, making your way to stand next to him, rubbing his arm before leaning against the barn

“Thanks” he almost groaned

“Malcolm...” you started, turning to face him, “I’m here if you need to talk. Or if you don’t want to talk...”

“What about your dad?” he asked

“What about him?”

“He doesn’t like me...” he scoffed, “there’s no way he’s going to let you spend time with me alone with me.” You laughed slightly before nodding to yourself

“Who says he has to know?”

“Don’t you think he’ll wonder if you keep running off?”

“Probably,” you snickered, “but he can’t control me.” You bit your lip as you thought about how your dad would react to your being here right now

“You have to go don’t you?” he laughed

“What?” you said quietly, “no. I just got here.”

“Cassie,” he sighed, “I can see your mind racing. Go. Take care of what you have to take care of, I’ll be fine.”

“Malcolm, I don’t want to leave you alone. Not when everything is going on here...”

“I’ll be fine. If anything happens, I’ll come to you” he smiled before giving you a hug and sending you on your way. You stopped for a second and looked back at him, just in time to catch Malcolm waving you goodbye; a feeling of unease washing over you as you saw him walk into the barn.

Malcolm’s P.O.V

She lay there as still as if she was having a deep sleep. But she had no breath. Her chest would not rise and fall nor would her eyes flutter. She would rest forever in her youth, a porcelain face of innocence soon to be packaged in a small wooden box.

“Her death is your fault,” Francis spat at you, alcohol spilling from his mouth, “my daughter would never have gotten sick if it weren’t for you.”

“I miss her too!” you shouted

“YOU KILLED HER!” he continued, “YOU SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WAITING FOR THAT GIRL IN THAT SQUARE WITH ALL THOSE INFECTED PEOPLE. YOU BROUGHT THAT DISEASE HERE TO MY HOUSE. AND NOW MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD!”

“STOP IT!” you yelled again before Francis’ face went beet red and his open hand connected with the side of your face, the sound of the slap carrying through the small space.

“Get out!” Francis said sternly, gesturing toward the barn, “I don’t want to see you here again. You can live in the barn but you are not to set foot inside this house. Do you hear me?!” You didn’t answer, choosing instead to storm out of the door and into the barn; pacing once you climbed the ladder to the space you’d spent so much of your time with Charlotte. You fell back onto the bale of hay and brought your hands to your face; maybe he was right, you thought, maybe I did bring the illness back to Charlotte. When your hands left your face, you were left looking up at the orange sky as the sun began to set and your mind drifted to Cassandra

“I don’t want to leave you alone” you recalled her voice from your conversation earlier and your response, ‘I’ll come to you,’ in return. You didn’t waste much time running out of the barn and toward Cassandra’s home; unconscious of the tears beginning to stream down your face. You circled around to Cassandra’s window and tapped on the glass to get her attention

“Malcolm?” she whispered as she opened the window, “is everything okay?”

“I just needed to see you,” you said, “can we go somewhere?” You noticed her purse her lips to the side before looking at the door

“Okay” she smiled as she climbed out of her window, clutching your hand for stability. She faltered as she tried to step out of the window, her foot catching the inside of the window sill and you caught her before either of you could fall.

“Are you alright?” you asked and she giggled before staring at you

“What’s wrong?” she gasped seeing the streams of tears on your face. You just shook your head before leading her on a walk, “Malcolm? please, talk to me. Why were you crying?” She stopped walking to stand in front of you, so you would look at her you assumed

“Charlotte...” you started, letting out a small sigh, “she didn’t make it.”

“I’m so sorry, Malcolm” she said, taking a seat on a small bench as you did the same

“You should’ve seen her, Cassie,” you dropped your head to your hands, feeling Cassandra’s hand rubbing your back to comfort you, “her skin was pale, as if she were already a ghost, but her fingers were black.” You continued to tell her about Charlotte and about how Francis kicked you out

“Do you need somewhere to stay?” she asked

“I’ll be fine in the barn...”

“You’ll freeze”

“There’s no way that your dad would even think of letting me stay”

“Maybe he would... if he knew what was going on” she shrugged and you could tell she was just trying to help but you knew she couldn’t so you let out a sigh, standing up and outstretching your hand to her

“Let’s go” you said and she took your hand. The two of you made your way back to the barn to look out at the stars again.

“I remember when I first met, Charlotte,” she said lightly, “she was so sweet.”

“She loved you,” you laughed, “I swear, she wanted to be you.” She took your hand in hers, tracing the lines on your palm before looking back at you

“I truly am sorry, Malcolm.” Your eyes danced between hers and you could see her skin flush pink, as if she knew what your next step would be before you made it.

Cassandra’s P.O.V

You watched Malcolm inch closer to you and your heart began to race as you instinctively moved closer to him, stopping him just before his lips met yours

“You’re upset, Malcolm. You just lost your sister,” you sighed, feeling his warm breath brush across your skin as the two of you were impossibly close, “I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do...” He placed his finger under your chin, tilting your eyes towards his

“There’s nothing I want more in this moment” he whispered, his lips brushing across yours as your eyes took in the innocent details of his face that had been met by the angry hand of Francis; your hand moving to examine them before he gently pulled your hand away from his face. Neither of you had made a move yet but his hands moving to rest on your waist seemed to be the catalyst that pulled the two of you together. The kiss was soft at first but soon turned heated as your hands found their way to the nape of his neck, fingers curling the ends of his hair, while his hands roamed up to the sides of your neck and his hips moved closer to yours. He was the first to break the kiss, moving down to your neck while you caught your breath, letting out small moans as his lips continued to trail down your neck. Eventually, you rolled onto your back, Malcolm gently following your lead, hovering over you as he leaned on his forearms, his breath fanning across your face, “are you okay?” he asked and you realized how innocent both of you were in that instant. How you’d never actually been touched this way before, how he was so gentle with the way he approached you and kissed you and caressed your skin. You realized that his lips were the first you’d ever tasted and you hoped that yours were the first for him as well. You nodded quickly, letting him know you wanted to continue, and he laid a sweet kiss to your forehead before lifting the long hem of your dress up, his calloused hands moved up your legs before finding themselves pulling the feather light fabric off your shoulders, pressing soft kisses to the skin there while your breathing increased. He leaned against his forearms once more, taking a moment to look into your eyes before he thrust into you, checking if you were alright once more and you nodded with a smile. With each move he made, you found yourself digging your nails into his back, dropping your head back against the small pile of hay he’d put down for you. You could feel small drops of sweat bead from his forehead onto your skin and you giggled at the cold temperature that differed from the heat radiating from your own skin

“Sorry,” you smiled, “you’re just sweating a little...”

“Sorry” he blushed, leading you to pull him down to kiss his lips as he continued to thrust into you, pulling away from your lips to let out a raspy moan to which you reciprocated with a whimper. You bit his shoulder when he leaned down to muffle your sounds while Malcolm began to rock faster into you; your breath hitching in your throat as his hips pulsed quickly before letting out a groan and dropping on top of you, the two of you panting almost in sync

“Hi” you whispered to him as he rolled off of you and laid beside you

“Hi,” he replied, taking your hand gently in his to trace the lines as you had done earlier on his palm, “how are you feeling?”

“Good,” you smiled, letting out a playful giggle before kissing his nose, “how are you feeling?”

“Good.” He smiled back, planting a kiss to the back of your hand and moving the hair from your face, “you’re beautiful.” You blushed at his words and bit your lip before pecking his lips

“Was I..” you began, “I mean was that.. your first time?”

“Was it yours?” he said, seemingly avoiding the question

“Yes” he smiled at your confession and wrapped his arm around you while you both looked up at the stars through the whole in the roof

“Mine too” he finally whispered. You were only now registering just how late it was and you feared that your father would come looking for you.

“Oh no!” you gasped, “I really should get back. My father... Anthea might... I’m sorry, Malcolm.” You started to run down the stairs, not having taken off too much clothing to begin with, you didn’t have to struggle to put anything back on too quickly

“Let me at least take you home” he pleaded

“I can’t. If my father sees you, he’ll.. be so angry and I don’t want to ruin this.”

“Cassandra!” he whisper-yelled as you ran away from the barn, causing you to turn back to him, “I love you!” You were about to say the words back when you noticed a candle had just been lit in the small house across the way and that Francis was likely coming to investigate the noise he heard, so you and Malcolm both ran in opposite directions; leaving you unable to reciprocate his feelings.

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secret-rendezvous1d · 7 years

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Timing.

Can you please write a blurb about Harry cumming early and he is kind of upset and disappointed

A little smut-something to suffice those spicy Harry feels inside of you, because, I know you all love a bit of sexual Harry stuff. This probably is a little spacey and jumps around a lot but bear with me; it’s been a while since I’ve written smut. Which isn’t that great because I’ve got more smut stories coming up in the next few pieces...

Feedback would be incredible, as always, my lovelies - because you know smut isn’t my strong suit and your comments are always taken into consideration to improve my piece of smut writing next time.

Enjoy. xx

Harry was tired.

He was exhausted, craving sleep and yawning behind the wheel of his car, his eyes sore and squinting towards the bright headlights of the cars travelling towards him on the opposite lane. Eyelids heavy, metaphorical weights sitting upon his eyebrows, with his mind set on the delightful thought of crawling into bed, letting the duvet swallow him up with its warmth and its comfort as he slept the busy events of the day off.

He was moments away from pulling up into his driveway, clocking off of work for the night, and relaxing with you, in a way he routinely carried out after a stressful day; nestled into a bath and inhaling the gentle aroma of vanilla, or de-stressing under the warm fall of the water from his shower head as he let himself relax, or even just cosying up beneath a blanket and watching anything on the telly that managed to take his mind into another world.

His face was beginning to feel gruesome, holding remnants of make-up that his features had been caked in for the promotional interviews and one single photoshoot that had been organised that day. Also, ticky with a sheen of sweat from his quick run-in at the gym where he worked himself silly on the treadmills. And he couldn’t wait to arrive home and throw his bags on the floor because he knew you were standing behind his front door, dressed in his t-shirt and ready to welcome him with open arms. But, deep down, he couldn’t wait to relieve his face from his pores building up, dressing into a comfier sweatshirt to stop his shirt from getting damp and being able to walk around in his boxers - and sometimes naked from the hips down - without a judgemental stare being thrown his way.

His shoulders were beginning to ache and sag from not having a proper rest throughout the day, a heavy weight sitting at the top of his back, and giving his spine some undivided comfort that only your hands would remove. His skin coated in a sweet smelling oil that would seep into his skin and take care of most of the knots and the hidden pain that built up beyond his muscles. He craved for the feeling of your fingers kneading roughly into his back as you straddled his waist and he craved for the gentle neck kisses that you’d nuzzle into the nape of his neck, getting a proper taste of his skin and feeling just how tense his body felt under a secondary touch.

His feet were beginning to burn beneath his soles from being on his legs all day, and his heels were beginning to scream out in pain each time he pushed on the pedals of his car hooked up in the footwell. His face scrunching each time he felt the pull of his muscles and a cramp beginning to form beneath the skin of his arch, and a wince pushing out from his throat and filtering from between his clenched teeth as he tried to ignore it. He knew a foot rub or a massage upon the balls of his feet would be denied by you because he’d heard on numerous occasions through the last year that you wouldn’t ever go near his feet, even if he paid you every pound in his back account.

As he pulled up to the driveway, stones covering what was once patterned and beige paving stones, the crunching sound of the wheels rolling up towards his garage made his heart warm and his belly flutter. All his aches and pains disappearing once he saw the porch light switch on and the front door pull open, revealing a smiling and bouncing-on-your-heels you.

He was finally home and able to relax.

“Well, don’t you look cosy in my sweater, hm?” Harry cooed warmly, pushing the passenger back-door to his car shut with his hip, swinging his gym bag over his shoulder before turning on his heels and placing an arm around your shoulders, “how was your day? Did you get up to anythin’ nice?”

“Not really,” you hummed, pressing up on your toes and planting a kiss to his salty cheek, “you taste disgusting after you’ve been to the gym, and,” you paused, taking a sniff of the air and frowning, “you smell awful, too. Do you not know how to shower at the gym?”

“Do you want the honest answer? Or the lie?” He smirked, taking slow and gentle steps across the gravel, his hand reaching for the railing lining the concrete steps, “I just wanted to come home and relax. And, I can’t quite relax in a gym shower because, once people see me there, it’s hard for me to shower peacefully. I get men staring at me. I get women trying to peek looks into the changing room. I’d much rather prefer to shower in the comfort of my own house, where,” he grunted, his nose scrunching up as he took aching steps up towards the open front door, “I have one pair of eyes trying to catch a peek at my junk.”

“I do not try and peek at your junk!”

“Oh, shush your pretty mouth, love. You do,” he snickered, rallying his weight upon you as the both of you moved closer to the entryway of his home, “I’ve heard the door click and creak open when I’m showering.”

“Yeah, well,” you pouted, the clogs in your mind working together to get a comeback thrown back at him in response, your fingers sliding his gym bag from his shoulder and onto your own as he closed the front door, “that shower curtain is see-through, so, I don’t need to sneak a peek at your junk. It’s already right there.”

A snicker left Harry’s mouth as he toed off his boots and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“S’that the best comeback you could think of, love?”

“No,” you murmured, “I brought you some more shower gel. Thought you could take a shower before you go to sleep. It saves you from having to shower in the morning, so, you can get an extra few minutes of sleep tomorrow.”

“You mean an extra few minutes to cuddle with you,” he teased, poking his fingers into your hips and pulling you back to his chest, his bag falling from your shoulder and landing with a soft thud on the carpet, “does a foot-rub come with this shower?”

“Harry, you know I won’t touch your feet,” you groaned, rolling your head back against your shoulder and pushing your nose into your jawline, “but, I will give you a massage, if you like. You get one more night of special treatment from me before I go back to my own apartment.”

“Do you have to leave me? This week has been so great with you being here,” he whispered, tilting his head and pressing his lips to your forehead, “I miss you when you go back to your home. Your teeny, tiny, little flat.”

“I have to go and get some fresh clothes and I start work up again, too,” you hummed, pushing away from his body and bending down to his gym bag, “go upstairs and shower. I’m going to wash your gym stuff and then I’ll be up to join you, okay? You ate well at the restaurant, right? You don’t need me to make you a sandwich or anything?”

“Ate fine at the restaurant, love. M’a bit stuffed at the moment. The tour team kept ordering us to have desserts and, you know how stocky I feel after a big slice of cheesecake,” he chuckled, patting his belly softly, “but, listen. You don’t have to wash my clothes, love. They smell and I don’t want you being put off by the putrid aroma of my sweaty clothes. Also, my shoes stink so I don’t want to-”

“Just, shush your pretty mouth,” you mocked his term from earlier, crouching down and unzipping his gym bag, the first garment coming into sight being his neon yellow trainers that seemed grubby and covered in mud from his morning runs. The laces looking a little soaked with dirt and in need of a good few washes around the washing machine. His white gym socks tucked into the toes and making your stomach churn slightly, internally. “I’m fine washing your dirty clothes, Harry. I’m your girlfriend. I love you no matter how you smell after the gym.”

“Well, I love you more, then. Don’t think I haven’t caught a waft of you after sex,” he smirked, allowing his socked feet to take him up the stairs with heavy thuds on the floorboards, a scoff leaving your mouth as you threw one of his shoes towards his legs, “hey! I don’t need a trip to the hospital before the new tour, you cheeky minx.”

With his toes, he pushed the shoe back down the stairs and chuckled as it rolled down the steps and landed in it’s correct state upon the sole, right beside your bent knees.

“Do you wan’a come and shower with me? I’ve missed you,” Harry wondered, his cheeks flushing pink as you gave him a cocked-eyebrow stare, with a pair of boxers from his gym bag held tightly in your hands, “always take an extra pair. I promise you, I didn’t have an accident or anythin’. I just sweat a lot down there,” he whispered softly, smiling sheepishly, “come shower with me. Forget about the washing. I’ve missed you.”

He had missed you.

Not in the way where he hadn’t seen you all day and just missed your presence around him. But in the way where he just missed being intimate with you.

He missed cuddling with you through the day, rather than obliging to the bedtime routine of spooning before you both fell asleep under the comforts of the duvet. He missed kissing you unexpectedly, when you were mid-way through a sentence and cut off by his sweet lips moulding with your flesh. He missed touching you, cupping your hips in his hands and digging his fingers into your hips as he brought you closer to his body. He missed delving deep into your core, his tongue flicking over your clit as he lapped up your orgasm and looked at you with bright green eyes from between your legs. He missed having your hands tucked into his pants, toying with his ball and jerking off his shaft as he let out deep guttural groans from his belly.

He’d been single for years before he met you. Granted, he’d had many hook-ups and one night stands to suffice the lonely feeling of not having a woman beside him, but, he’d never settled for someone he truly loved having around. It was just himself, his own company, and the delightful feeling of his hand when he felt extra lonely. A continuous dry-spell up until he met you in the coffee shop one dull and dreary and rainy May day.

That dry-spell was something that didn’t bother him. In the deep and darkest depths of his mind, he kept reminding himself that he was going to find someone to call his own. Someone that would bring him from the rut of isolation, giving him a sense of homeliness and comfort, allowing him to reside and confide in when he needed it.

This dry-spell was something that did bother him. He wasn’t a typical man who lived for sex and thought sex was something that a relationship needed a lot of. He was the kind of man to sit back on a night-in and divulge in takeaway foods as reruns of old telly shows played on the TV. He was the kind of man to sit back in a pub and laugh loudly with his friends as he plucked peanuts from a bowl and munched on them. He never looked for a relationship that offered sex every night, and, that’s why he was drawn to you.

On your first date, you made it clear to Harry that you weren’t giving your body away to his pleasure. You made it crystal that he could kiss you goodbye, on your doorstep, but you wouldn’t be inviting him in for ‘coffee’. On your second date, he made it clear that he wasn’t after sex. He made sure to show his true colours and he put his comical charm to good use, showing that he really enjoyed being around you as a person. On your third date, and over a delicious homemade dinner, you discussed what the both of you had really wanted in a relationship. Analysing each desire that the other had set on the table and realising that the both of you wanted similar things from a partner.

He was dependant on you. He no longer had to take care of his own desires, so, when it came to a stop, he felt somewhat perturbed.

“I need to finish off the rest of your washing in your laundry basket. It’s doubled since I’ve been here,” you giggled, collecting all of his dirty clothes into a ball and holding them to your chest in a bundle, standing back to your feet and kicking his empty gym bag towards the kitchen, “I’ll be up in a bit, okay? I’ll get it spinning and then I’ll come up and join you.”

“In the shower?”

“Not in the shower. But, I’ll come and join you in bed, okay? I’ll give you a massage if that’s what you’d like. I know your muscles must be aching,” you cooed, disappearing around the corner of the living room.

A sigh escaped his lips as he slouched his shoulders and took the rest of steps up the flight; it may not have been the kind of intimacy he was hoping to have back, but, it was a start.

* *

The bathroom smelt sweet in the wake of Harry’s bath. Bubbles still lining the inside of the shower, the door still slightly fogged up and covered in droplets running in streams, as the last of the water drained down the plug. The slight crackling and bubbling sounds being heard in the quiet room as the delicate balls of air popped on their own accord. His used and slightly damp towel hung on the back of the door, from a black hook that also held yours, airing and drying and still dripping from the corners.. A sleeve from his shirt and a leg of his jeans hung over the rim of the wicker laundry basket, the lid still flicked up and allowing you to see inside. There were damp footsteps that lead towards the bedroom, in the shape of Harry’s foot and disappearing as the tiles turned into carpet.

Inside the bedroom, Harry was laid upon the bed, dressed in a pair of pyjama trousers and no shirt on his torso, feet bare and hanging over the edge of the bed. Settled on his back and awaiting orders to turn over, arms folded behind his head with ears perked up to the sounds of your hands rummaging around his bathroom cupboards to find massage oils and a clean towel to use as protection over the sheets upon his bed, to keep stains from taking home on the gentle cotton. His eyes closed shut as he felt his muscles relax as best as they could, his feet no longer burning when he curled his toes and his shoulders beginning to lose the tense knots that had built up through the day. Starting when he was in the car to the last interview of the day, but not as bad to bring his attention to it, and worsening when he climbed into the car after his gym session.

“If you can’t find a bottle of massage oil, it doesn’t matter. Just laying down has done me some good,” Harry called out, the rummaging sounds coming to a halt before your head poked around the door frame, “it’s your last night at my house. We can just sleep or cuddle or, you know, have our goodbye now rather than in the morning. I want to take you out for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you initiating that you want sex, Harry?” You questioned, closing the cabinet with your shoulder and flicking off the light, letting the bathroom drown in darkness as you closed the door behind you, “do you want sex?”

“We’ve had a bit of a dry spell in that department, love. I miss you.”

You sighed softly. The sound making his eyebrows furrow, his lips forming a tiny pout as he jutted out his bottom lip.

“Harry,” you drew out, “this isn’t a dry spell, love. You’ve been busy with work. Especially during this week being the build up for today and all these announcements for the tour. I can’t imagine that you want to come home and have sex with me all the time when you're exhausted and tired and just need some sleep,” you sighed, your feet carrying you towards the bed, bending as you situated yourself beside him, crossed legs and reaching for his fingers, “would you prefer sex over a massage?”

“Right now? I’m craving both. But, maybe sex more,” he hummed softly, cracking open an eye and sending you a forced, tight-lipped smile, “not bein’ a typical guy here, either. You just look very beautiful dressed in my sweater and I’m getting a little tight in my pants.”

You hitched a leg over his thighs, perching where the hems of his legs stopped and grazed his skin, and gave his belly soft tickles. The fresh, permanent inking of a butterfly endorsing his torso and giving his abdomen a touch of pattern, antennas poking up towards his nipples and the decorative wings almost covering his entire stomach.

“Did this hurt?” You wondered in curiosity, your fingertips tracing over the delicate lines etching his skin. Sending tingles through his body and forcing a shiver down his spine when you neared the top of his pelvic bone, away from the outline of the insect and edging closer to the elastic of his pyjama trousers. “You have so many. Are you going to get more?”

He squeaked out and nodded erratically, his bottom lip lodged between his teeth as you hooked your fingers under the band, a rush of cool air flushing over his throbbing muscle being made visible in the form of a bulge behind the loose material.

“You really are hard, aren’t you? Is that all it takes for you, huh? Me wearing your sweater after a month of no sex?” You teased, tugging down his trousers, and allowing his cock to become exposed to the cold air, his shaft on end and twitching on the off chance that you neared closer to him. The spongy head glistening under the gentle light of both lamps switched on and leaking pre-cum from the slit, the thick liquid dribbling down and coating the skin. Looking delicious and inviting and he knew just where you were going when you hunched over, your mouth dangerously close that he could feel every breath leave your nose, “look at you, hm? So pretty up close.”

Your tongue stuck out from between your lips, almost instantaneously and eagerly, as you ravenously gave his cock hungry and thirsty licks. Tasting salty but sweet, right from the base to the tip, where the tang got stronger and lingered for a while on your tastebuds. Groans filtering through his throat, profanities rolling from his tongue and his toes curling at the feeling of you lips surrounding almost his entirety. Your palm wrapped around the rest of him and squeezing gently.

“Fuck,” he drawled, his mouth falling slack and opening as his eyes squeezed shut, head rolling back against the pillow. His hair, still damp from his shower, was now making the cushion feel dank and moist but, in that moment, he wouldn’t dare show an ounce of care; he was on cloud nine. High up and enjoying the feeling however floating back to earth in a pace that was quicker than normal, “m’so close, love. Jesus.”

“Already?” You muffled around his manhood, your eyes looking across the pan of his stomach and catching his green eyes in a quick lock before he pushed his eyelids shut, your lips pulling away from his slick cock and edging closer to his hipbone, “this really has been a dry spell for you, huh?”

“Mm-hm,” he puured.

“Why did you never say anything?”

“Didn’t think you wanted to do it,” he swallowed thickly, the gulp being cut short as he let out a whine,

He could feel the knot in his stomach begin to tighten seconds after your hand wrapped around his shaft, , your wrists giving gentle jerks to his muscle, earning pants in response that he couldn’t control between his internal debate; did he cum or did he not?

He got lost within his clouded mind. And with an arch of his back and one final cry out of euphoria, he was releasing on his stomach. Short but quick spurts of creamy release lapping his skin, with thick rivulets dribbling down your fingers and landing in a pool at the top of his thighs. A grunt resounding from his mouth as he felt the urge to push the last of his release out from his shaft.

The room fell silent, with his laboured breathing being the only gentle sound that made occasional peaks. His chest rising and falling and wheezes catching in his throat as he tried to regain a constant breathing pattern at a regular pace. Your figure slid from his thighs, your hands releasing that muscle that was now flaccid and soft but still gentle twitching on its own, climbing over the bed and reaching across for the box of tissues that stayed situated in the bedside table drawer. Something that he’d thought to be a good idea when he was lonely and needed a wank, but, also something that he’d thought would go well in case either of you fell ill and the tissues were downstairs.

“M’sorry!”

You were taken aback by his sudden outburst that broke the comfortably silent atmosphere of the room, looking over your shoulder and seeing his cheeks pinkening up and his eyes widening. Pupils at their darkest and taking over the forest green that you were all too familiar with staring into. Features that stole the attention of anyone he spoke too or came across in the street.

“Why are you apologising, Harry?”

“‘Cause it’s gone all soft. We were gon’a have sex but I came early and now it’s all soft,” he rushed, leaning up on his elbows and looking down towards his crotch. His, now, flaccid cock sitting in his lap, in his pool of release, “promise you, I tried to hold on, okay? I tried too. Think m’just tired,” he whispered, nodding to himself before he looked at you, “yeah. M’just tired. I think that was the reason why. M’just, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me. It’s okay,” you cooed, swivelling around and shuffling around on the bed as you scooted closer to him, a tissue in your hand as you began to swipe at the release on his stomach, “don’t pout either, mister. I like it when you smile.”

“I’m just, I’m disappointed in myself. I don’t know what came over me. Usually I can hang on but, tonight, it just felt different,” he sighed, falling back onto the mattress and bringing his hands to his face, digging the heels into his eyes, “I usually get hard, too. Or stay hard. But, my penis is failin’ me. Again.”

“Not again, you silly goose,” you giggled, reaching your free hand down towards his trousers and pulling them back up his hips, “I s’pose I could stay one more night.”

“I could stay at yours? You need to go back to work, so, I could just stay at your place,” he suggested, uncovering his eyes, “you get to come home to me every night. I’ll have a nice cooked meal waiting for you and some of my clothes in the dryer for you because you like to cuddle up in my sweaters.”

“Bring your pillows and we might just have a deal,” you grinned, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips, “don’t feel disappointed in yourself, okay? A lot of people rarely get boners when they’re tired. I was just helping you out tonight.”

“I love you, so much,” he whispered, closing the gap between you and pressing his bitten lips to yours for a final kiss, “gon’a get plenty of boners next week, if it helps. We can fuck ‘em out though, yeah?”

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