Thinking about a sleepy fic while I’m tired like
You and your fav just had sex and it a few hours after and you’re both laying in bed, all cleaned up, just wearing a shirt and your fav is only in new boxers. When you start to feel heat pool between your legs again but you don’t wanna wake up your fav so you think you could get away with some rubbing your legs together. But it not enough you need something more so you poke awake your fave and start to ask.
“Honey… I’m sorry but I-I um I need..”
He shushes you with a kiss and let’s hand slip between your thighs to your aching core. Easily slipping in some fingers and reaching straight to the place that hits you the most.
“A-ah!”
You instantly grabbed on to his shoulders, nails digging in as your mouth open in moans and pants.
“It’s alright baby, my girl’s still needy aren’t cha?”
You nods, not trusting your voice right now.
“Mm… I’ll take care for you don’t worry, my good girl deserves a reward after tonight.”
He takes his fingers out, dripping with your slick and shoved them into your mouth when you started to whine from the lack of touch.
“Shh… I’ll give you something better soon, just wait baby.”
He pulls down his boxer just enough so his hard cock springs out and rubs against your thighs, he grabs you and turns you around so your back is against his chest and he placed his cock right under your core.
The tip of his thick head sliding open your folds and caressing your clit with each thrusts he makes behind you.
One of his hand grabs your face to meet his for open mouth kisses and the other thumbs over your aching clits.
“Please.. I mmph- I need mor-more..”
You tried to convey while his tongue was working it’s in way into your throat.
“You need my cock that badly again? I guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough earlier huh? I’ll fix that now..”
Without warning he thrusts his whole length into your cunt.
“Aa-Ah!”
“You can take that right, baby? Your pussy stills stretched out from before anyway.”
He groaned as your walls clamped down him.
“But still so fucking tight, fuck, that’s my baby right here..”
His thumb never leaves your clit, giving it slow and torturous circle rubs, while his cock is the complete opposite.
Slamming into you again and again without a moment break.
It made your mind spin a lot. Your chest heaving and your thighs shaking from the force.
“Ah! I-Imma c-cum!”
“Do it baby, let’s cum together..”
He picks up the pace with both his thumb and his cock.
Practically forcing you to cum while his whole cock was still inside you.
His hot seed fills you up instantly. But he doesn’t pull out, just snuggled closer and places soft kisses on your shoulder.
“Since you were the one who woke me up… you wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this the whole night right? Just as payment for the fucking you know.”
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Since AO3 is down until who knows when, I wanted to reupload my favorite fic that I’ve written in a second location— Mike Wheeler Hates Cigarettes
Written depiction of smoking under the cut
“Those things will fuck up your lungs, you know.”
Mike Wheeler stood on the roof of Hawkins High School. His arms clung to his side, a slight shiver in his body from the brisk autumn air that was slowly turning into a winter chill.
A few feet in front of him stood Will Byers, looking out at what was left of their small Indiana town. The “earthquake,” as the townspeople called it, left the town in ruin.
“The world ended, and they’re still making us go to school?”
But Will came up here less for the view and more for the space. No one else was ever on the roof.
No one else except Mike.
Will turned his head back towards his best friend, slowly revealing the Marlboro Red that was carefully perched between his lips. He smiled at him. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke out like a dragon.
Mike walked up to him as Will pulled out the half-empty pack of Marlboros from his pocket. He took a good looking one in his fingers.
Mike parted his lips, and Will ever so carefully placed the cigarette in between them.
This was Mike’s favorite part of the routine.
Will always got very close to do this. Sometimes his fingers would gently brush past Mike’s lips, and Mike held on to moments like this as long as he could. He knew it was the closest he would ever get to actually kissing him.
Will pulled a zippo lighter from his pocket and flicked it open, a sudden spark of fire in between the two boys. When Will would light Mike’s cigarette, they might briefly share eye contact, and for a split second Mike would think “Wait, does he also…?” before quickly resigning the thought.
To tell you the truth, Mike Wheeler hates cigarettes.
He hates the way they taste. He hates the way they smell. He hates that the smell would stay on his clothes for the rest of the day, leading to an inevitable scolding from his father. He hates the burning sensation that it made him feel in his chest.
But he loved being up here with Will.
He loved standing up there, just the two of them, in the peace and quiet of the open air. He loved that he could talk about anything up here, or he could talk about nothing.
And he loved watching Will smoke. He loved watching him purse his lips around a Marlboro to take take a long and slow drag, before leaning his head back and letting the smoke billow out of his mouth. It was a show worth pretending to like cigarettes for.
Mike remembers the first time he ever saw him smoke. It was right after Will had been attacked by One. Mike remembers looking out onto Hopper’s front porch as Joyce rubbed Will’s back. He couldn’t hear what they were saying though. A little bit later Joyce came inside, and Mike looked out to Will leaning over the side of the porch, dragging one of Hopper’s Marlboros. “Did you pick that up in California?” is what he asked Will when he walked back in. Will only responded with a half smile.
Mike took a quick drag of his cigarette and blew it out, not wanting to keep the toxic smoke in him for too long. To be honest, he wasn’t even addicted. This could easily be his last cigarette. But the same couldn’t be said for Will. So this was definitely not Mike’s last smoke break.
“I had another nightmare.” Will finally spoke. He took another puff and didn’t elaborate further. Mike understood. Sometimes Will didn’t want to go into details about that kind of thing, he just wanted to express that it happened. If Will wanted to talk about it further, he would have.
But Mike knew exactly what Will was talking about. His nightmare was about One. One was dormant, that’s what Will told everyone. Nonetheless, Will couldn’t shake the hold his tormentor had on him. All he could do was smoke cigarettes.
Mike wished there was more he could do. He wished he could kill One himself. The older kids sometimes went on hunting missions to the Upside Down with no luck— he was nowhere to be found. Mike wish he could go inside Will’s brain himself then, and squash all of the nightmares and bad feelings caused by One. He wish he could throw his arms around him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, that he was always going to be right there for him, that they were going to fix it together. But he also knew that Will didn’t like to be coddled.
So he smoked cigarettes instead.
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