hi cutie

Y/n and Elvis have known each other since they were kids and literally cannot stand each other like every litte thing the other does gets them annoyed and they argue all the time, but one day before one of his performances they get into a really heated argument and he’s just like “wait till I’m done with this show.” And like after he’s done preforming he just fucks her into an oblivion LMAOO

this was really detailed but Austin’s just so fine as elvis like.

the amount of detail i’m in love you basically wrote this for me IM ON IT

tw this is lowk filthy

you had known elvis since you were 4 and your parents moved in to the apartment next to his.

subsequently your parents had become friends, meaning they were either over all the time or vice versa.

as your parents drank and plaid cards, you two were shunned away to a free room where you were forced to play.

you had hated him ever since he got a brush tangled in your baby dolls hair and accidentally ripped out a chunk, bringing you to lock him out on the balcony.

as you got older, sure you were attracted to him but you had to push it down, your hate always over powered it and he would remind you why you hated him in the first place.

the rumors always circulated around school that you were dating but no matter how your stomach flipped when you imagined you two dating, you forced it down.

he was an asshole, really. he wasn’t kind to you, he was cocky, and he would pull your hair any chance he got. it was typical child’s play, every morning at your locker you would put your things away and he would stalk behind you and tug on whatever hairstyle you had that day.

he infuriated you, right?

“tell me right now that wasn’t you.” you said as you pointed to the mess in your room, your clothes all on the floor and your vanity fucked up.

“it wasn’t me.” he said with a smirk, leaning up against your door frame.

“elvis i’m going to kick your ass i swear to god, get out of here so i can clean this up.” you said pushing his solid chest out of your apartment.

he put his hands up in surrender, smiling as he walked out the door.

you had come home to him already in your kitchen, stealing food and looking through your room.

this was a daily occurance, you would yell, he would leave, he’d come back and you’d hang out.

you were hooking your last shirt back onto a hanger as he knocked on your door, as you sighed you made your way to the door, letting him in.

“you calmed down yet, mama?“ he said looking in your eyes.

“that’s nauseating, don’t call me mama.” you said rolling your eyes and turning around as you mumbled a quick “close the door”, making your way back to your room.

he flicked through one of the many magazines you had as you did your homework on your bed, humming.

“did you know i have a performance tomorrow night, it’s this real uppity thing, they want me to sing.” he said as you looked up.

you snickered as he shook his head, “i don’t believe it.”

“cant you you be happy for me? this whole hate thing is a real pain in the ass.” he scoffed.

“elvis, i have never heard you sing or talk about singing a day in my life.” you softly spoke, trying to de escalate the situation as you put your hand in his thigh, him quickly pushing it off.

“no, i’m sick of you acting like a bitch. we’ve known eachother basically all of our lives can i catch a break.” he sneered

“what is all of this, why do you care so much all of a sudden.” you were overwhelmed with the sudden heaviness of the room, looking up at him with big eyes as he stood up.

“only people who know are my folks and you, i thought you could at least push away some of the hatred you have for me and be a little happy.” he was looking out the window now, hand smoothing over his forehead.

“okay, i’m happy for you, it was just a shock. i didn’t even say anything i don’t know why you’re so upset.”

a beat of silence went by before he walked over to the bed, looking down at you. “i try to make things normal between us constantly but all you seem t’care about is hating me.”

you couldn’t get a word out before he started up again, “i’m gonna go, come to the show tomorrow. wait until i’m done with my time slot backstage. we can talk then.”

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you kept your legs crossed as you sat on the couch in his dressing room, smoothing out the skirt on your dress as you heard the finishing notes to the song playing.

you couldn’t believe it was elvis, if you ignored the fact it was your neighbor it was actually quite good.

you were nervous, things ended very tensely between you two the last afternoon and you could barely sleep because of it.

you stared at the door, mind racing.

he hasn’t spoken a word to you, sneaking you into the back without a passing glance.

the door opened suddenly and you were making eye contact with him.

you saw him in a different light, his hair sweaty and eyeliner smudged, causing your thighs to rub against eachother.

you quickly stood up, hands playing with each other behind your back.

“you like the music?” the said turning to look into the lit up mirror.

you felt instant relief that he didn’t make things awkward, cracking a smile at him in the reflection.

“don’t think i haven’t forgotten about last night darlin’” he said turning around, darkness taking over his features.

he started to walk forward, causing you to move back, gasping when you hit the wall.

“elvis-“ he cut you off with your foreheads touching, causing your breathing to pick up as he moved his hands to your waist.

“don’t think i haven’t seen the way you look at me. these past few years, it’s just been building. you felt it too haven’t you?” he was practically panting in your ear.

“elvis this is crazy, you’re just feeling adrenaline from the show.”

he shook his head against yours, “tell me to stop and i will.”

you paused and let the silence consume the room.

he immediately swooped in and connected your lips, your stomach flipping as you brought your hand to the side of his face.

you had wanted this for so long and now it was finally happening, you wanted to scream.

quickly he moved you two to the dressing table, your lower back brushing against the uncomfortable wood.

you moaned into his mouth as his knee pressed up against you, he pulled away as you intertwined your hands with his hair.

“i know we both want it, but for any reason if you want this to stop talk now.”

you could barely hear him over your breathing but you shook your head, biting your lip.

with a quick nod he grabbed your hips and flipped you over, hands grasping onto the table as you looked up at him over your shoulder, eyes hazy.

he kicked your legs apart from behind and he hooked his fingers into the hem of your underwear, pulling them down and flipping your dress up.

you practically fucked your self against his clothed erection, putting your head into your arms in embarrassment.

“god, look at you, huh? i knew you wanted this as badly as me” he said pulling your head up by a makeshift ponytail.

he took his time undoing his belt and pulling his pants down, he threw his blazer on the couch behind you as he aligned his tip with you.

shoving in slowly, you whined out as you let him stretch you out.

“you can go” you managed to spit out as you felt yourself contract around him.

he slowly started to thrust in and out as he went to kiss your neck, your head pulled back against his shoulder.

your mouth hung open as you turned your head to him, looking up into his eyes as he placed kisses on your open mouth.

your eyes squeezed shut, foreign feelings taking over you.

“don’t act like such a prude, acting like i can’t hear you filling yourself up at night and moaning my name”

you whimpered, humiliation filling your body, but he wasn’t done. “too bad your hearing isn’t as good as mine, bet you would’ve heard me too.”

you couldn’t breathe, tears were coming out of the corner of your eyes as your body tingled against him.

it was sinful, you weren’t even married. but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing back on him, finding new angles,

you could feel yourself squeezing him, deep groans going straight into your mouth, profanities coming out of his.

his hand wrapped around to rub your clit, causing you to yell out, you could barely keep your eyes open as his thrusts became sloppy.

heat grew at the front of your lower stomach, the pressure getting tighter until he administered one last pinch to your clit that sent you keeling over, crying into the wooden table that the side of your face met.

he worked you through it before he murmured something about not being able to finish inside of you.

before you knew it you were being pushed on your knees, looking up.

he tapped the tip on your tongue, your lips wrapping around it as you moved to cup his swollen balls, from the moan that came from him you could tell he was close.

not soon after he was spilling into your mouth, you immediately swallowed.

after getting up he wiped your chin and you let yourself fall into him, engulfed in his scent, letting your arms wrap around him.

this photoshoot + manspreading (i don’t wanna say fetish but like attraction??) + thigh riding

DO UR MAGIC 🗣 (whenever u can ofc)

this is so… omg.

the final lighting guy had packed up his stuff and left, leaving you with your boyfriend in the dimly lit studio.

you had always followed austin to his photo shoots so you could spend time with him during his busy day, but you had been quiet since the first few hours of the shoot.

austin motioned for you to come over, concern etched in his features as you walked.

you straddled his bent knee in between you as you placed your hands on his shoulders, looking in his eyes

he squeezed at your hips “y’okay? you’ve been so quiet all day, normally can’t get you to shut up in between shots” he said as the wrinkles in his forehead soothed down

“i’m okay,” you smiled down at him softly “just… liked watching today i guess”

immediately tension filled the air, “what did you like? saw you staring”

“oh you know, the last few ones…” you said shyly looking down at the floor

the photographer had him in a chair, legs spread as he looked at the camera. you had watched from the sidelines as your thighs squeezed together, unable to do anything.

“yeah? bet it had you thinking huh, my legs spread?” he questioned teasingly at you.

your lips parted and you looked back up at him, unable to speak.

suddenly your standing position was altered as he pushed the backs of your knees so you fell down onto his thigh

immediately the contact hit your clit, a gasp coming from you as he looked you up and down

“cmon, move.” he said nonchalantly

slowly you started to move up and down on his clothed leg, the friction you had waited for all day finally coming and it was even better than you imagined

he started to bounce his thigh, bringing you to cry out and grip his shoulders harder

his hands moved down to your ass, pushing you down as you moved against him, your body felt like it was on fire

his mouth hung open at the sight of you, he was in awe of you

your eyes rolled back and you were letting him do most of the work as your legs ached and burned

your clit was throbbing against him and his hands dug into the flesh of your ass

you shook your hips against him, creating an ungodly sensation that you felt deep inside of you, causing you to smack his shoulder with every bounce of his leg

everything was crowding your senses, your panting noises, feeling his thigh under you, the sweat on your forehead, the orgasm building in you

it all went white, you crashed into his chest, uncontrollably moaning and whining into him while he soothed his hand down your back as he bounced you through your orgasm

maybe mommy kink🫶

now… the rare mood where i’m into this has hit. i think it’s bc it’s three a.m also it’s like mostly soft dom reader i’ve never written dom reader WHOOPS

while you sat on your couch, watching a movie with your loving boyfriend, you had failed to realize what a hard whimpering mess he had become just from the way your tank top tugged down to show your breasts or the way your shorts rode up to the top of your thighs.

he grabbed your arm and moved it to the growing tent in his pants.

“mama please.” his puppy eyes were in full effect, him inching closer and closer to you.

you sighed and pulled him into you, his head falling to your chest.

“what has you needy babe? my cleavage? legs? say it.” he nuzzled his head into you and propped his head up to look at you.

“everything…” he said shyly, playing with the blanket around you both.

“okay,” you smoothed his hair and pushed the blanket off from around your hips “y’gonna eat me out? know you do it so well.” you said praising him, seeing the twinkle in his eyes

he immediately started to get down on the ground before the couch while keeping eye contact, slowly sliding your sleep shorts down your legs, taking his time to kiss from your ankles up to your mid thighs.

he started to kiss your clothed cunt, soaking the fabric and causing you to moan out and straighten up your back, arching while latching onto his hair and practically shoving him into you.

his warm mouth was driving you crazy, he pulled your thong down the bare minimum amount, barely a few inches down and delved into you.

closing your eyes you kept your grip on his dirty brown locs and jerked his head to meet your thrusts.

he was groaning and relaxing high whimpers you had only heard very few times, adding vibrations straight into you.

he was sucking and tonguing at you with fervor while pawing at your thighs, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

his hands ran up to your tits, massaging them, his eyes rolling back as you moaned and breathily giggled into the air.

you were sitting on your tip toes, practically destroying the poor boys mouth, panting out orders of “open your mouth wider” and “stick your tongue out a little for me”, all of them happily being obliged to by austin.

as he quickened his impossibly quick pace, you moved your thighs around his head, hearing a groan of approval from below you

he looked up at you and you made eye contact as you smiled at him and rubbed his cheek lovingly, quickly switching emotions as he fucked his tongue in and out of you, gripping onto him for dear life

you felt yourself come closer and closer by the second, him feeling you pulse around him and your clit throb against your tongue

once you finished and you could see your arousal on his chin, you expected to catch your breath and pull him up to you but he had different plans

his tongue still traced your folds, as if he was in a trance he kissed and puckered around you, overstimulated mewls filling his ears

once you swore you started to see god you had to push him away from you, his mouth still attempting to latch back into you

you practically slammed your thighs shut, hand coming to cover your eyes as you caught your breath

he wiped your slick off his mouth and chin and sucked it off his fingers, running his hands through his hair afterwords and staring at you

“cmon, let me take care of you now.” you started as you coaxed him up next to you

“think you’re a little too late” he said as he motioned to the wet spot on his crotch

as you pulled your underwear and shorts back up you laughed and looked back at him, grabbing his hand

although your dynamic was very much reliant on you being the more dominant one, you would never tell him how he had you wrapped around his finger

his hands slid up and down your thighs, leaving open mouth kisses all over you.

“god, cant get enough of you.” he broke away for air from you for a few seconds to speak before diving back to your neck

your hands tangled in his hair, panting for air as if you’d ran a marathon even though you’d been sitting down for half an hour.

he was relentless, touching you everywhere except the places that ached for him.

you could feel the hardness in his pants, painfully hard, but he didn’t show it.

“am i being mean to you? yeah?” he went to harshly grab the nape of your neck “you gonna take it?”

you nodded your head the best you could and watched the smile spread across his face, evil dancing in his eyes.

letting go of your neck, he licked at your mouth, hands on your waist, thumbs rubbing your skin.

he was in between your legs, you completely open to him.

you had given up on trying to buck up into him, his hands always coming to push you back down into the mattress.

“you gonna cry? see the tears in your eyes baby.” he teased with faux sympathy in his voice.

you couldn’t answer, head feeling light and your body on high alert.

feeling overstimulated without any stimulation, you wrapped your legs around him to pull him in to you.

he looked up and lowly laughed, letting you get a little bit of what you want.

“just look at you”

you turned your head as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, his large fingers coming to pry your head back to him.

he kept himself against you but looked at you with eyes that could instantly make you feel self conscious.

“don’t hide yourself baby, you wanted this right? my hands on you?” his brooding stare and his moving hips entranced you as you tightened your legs around him

moans and whines filled the hot air, causing him to bite his lip and groan deep into your mouth.

this is hypothetical bc in my mind austin always makes sure u cum before him 😋🙏

he had gotten home early, some kind of technical difficulty on a set. he drove back to your shared home with a small smile on his face, very happy to be able to go home and get some extra time with his favorite person.

when he had turned the key in the door and swung it open, you were nowhere to be seen, but your laughs were heard from upstairs in you and austin’s bedroom.

he had quietly stepped up the stairs, eavesdropping on accident.

you were on facetime with your friend, and the conversation had turned to sex.

your friend was sharing her experience with her boyfriend, how he always went down on her before sex, the amount of orgasms he pulled from her in a night, etc.

you were adding into the stories haphazardly, probably sounding like someone who just wanted to keep private but you knew the real reason.

austin was the most perfect dream you could ever imagine, he was kind and sweet and you were thoroughly attracted to him, but he had never made you finish.

you were scared to tell him because you had been together for years, you couldn’t possibly tell him now. you were used to waiting until he fell asleep and finishing the job yourself and you were okay with that.

when you had mentioned this to your friend she went berserk, you hid your face in your hands as you had never told anyone before.

austin stood at the middle of the staircase, heart in his stomach. he beat himself up in his mind for not noticing before and bringing you to this uncomfortable situation.

when he heard the conversation shifted to something different, he started to climb the rest of the stairs with heavy feet so you would hear.

when he showed up in the doorway, you were thrilled and excitedly rambled something about having to go and closing your laptop, running to jump around him.

“you weren’t supposed to home until 11!” you said as your legs wrapped around him.

“got sent home early, hi baby” he smiled down at you completely wrapped around him.

he knew you loved him but now that you knew you had never came with him he just felt different, deciding to put an end to it that night.

after a homemade dinner was cooked and ate by the two of you, taking more than twice the amount of time it should have been, you sat down and watched a movie.

halfway through, his fingers danced around the waist of the boxers you had stolen from him and were now wearing.

it ate away at him that he could see the very very faint expectations etched into your face, that you’d have to fake an orgasm and then rub one out while he was asleep next to you.

he was pressed behind you, your body in between his long legs on the couch.

the back of your head rested on his shoulder, his eyes staying on the movie while he kneaded your thigh with his full hand of rings.

when he went to grip the inside of your thigh which was dangerously close to your core, you took a deep inhale.

his warm hand disappeared under your waistband and started to circle the bud he had always seemed to skip over, leaving it aching.

this time he made sure to take his time on it, hearing noises he had almost never heard from you.

your arm snaked around his, clutching his bicep.

while his thumb was rubbing your clit he slid his ring and middle finger down your slit and into you.

prodding around until he found your sweet spot, he started to massage your g spot.

you were practically fucking yourself on his fingers and he was satisfied when he felt you clenching around them.

he kissed your neck as your legs spread open wider and your eyes closed in pleasure.

when you cried out and he could feel you soak his fingers, he went to your ear, whispering.

ur sick omg… i’m gonna eat drywall

austin stood above you while you were politely sat on the bet with your hands in your lap, looking up at him.

his fingers traced your lips, bottom lip in between your teeth. when they started to pry at your bottom lip you let your mouth fall open for him and he wasted no time shoving his fingers in.

finally having some oral stimulation you released an elated whine, mouth closing and tongue coming to circle around his pointer and middle finger.

his eye contact never faltered, he just kept staring down at you like a predator to its prey.

you were hollowing your cheeks around him as a reflex and drooling around him, eager to please.

your hands moved your lap and pulled him by the backs of his thighs to bring him closer.

“you wish it was the real thing, huh?” your muffled hum of rang out in agreeance “you should only be so lucky, baby.”

you felt the deep pulse and ache, bringing your thighs together in need of friction.

“open y’mouth wider for me.” and who were you to say no?

he shoved his fingers down farther, causing your eyes to water and your throat to contract around him.

his cock that had already bullied and trained your throat had made you prepared for everything he could and would throw at you this evening.

his free hand came to wipe the whispers of tears from under your eyes and cheeks, rubbing his thumb along your jaw in adoration. your eyes fluttered shut with the contact and you felt pure bliss.

his fingers started to retract and before you were completely void of their touch your hand came up to grab his wrist, halting his movement. your lips puckered against the tips of his fingers, leaving a sweet kiss.

he wiped his fingers on his dress pants while he kept his other hand on your jaw, your eyes flicking over his entire body, scanning his features.

Okay so, could you write something about just dry humping with Austin? Idk maybe reader is kinda shy-ish so he’s just dirty talking and y’know all that good stuff.

me looking at this with my dry humpingobsession 👀

your legs straddled his lap, an impromptu makeout session quickly beating up to be much more.

hands on either side of his throat, you took what you wanted and he gladly gave it to you.

feeling the hardness in between your thighs your brain immediately pushed your hips down to grind on on it, him pulling away and kissing his teeth the second you started moving.

“don’t start something you can’t finish” he said looking up into your eyes, lids half dazed.

it felt so good, different than what you and him usually did, but so good.

moving your grip to his shoulders, you shoved yourself down harder onto him, high pitched whines coming from you.

his smug smirk and one liners deemed to immediately leave him, his head falling to your chest.

he bucked up to meet you, adding the friction you needed to start feeling the knot in your stomach.

while you were completely clothed, you felt so exposed to him. the extreme eye contact he was giving you had you panting and moving faster against him.

“gonna make me cum in my jeans like a middle schooler, baby.” he said before going to leave marks and kisses on your cleavage.

he was up against the headboard, him coming back up from your chest and resting his head on the wood behind him.

from the iron grip on his shoulders he could tell you were close, him also feeling his release build.

your thighs burned but you couldn’t stop, you let him take the control and move you against him.

you wanted to be close to him, like basically in his skin but you settled for hugging him into you.

with a few more snaps of your hips an overwhelming feeling of pleasure took over you and all you could do was hold onto him until it died down.

you could also feel his release under you, hiding your face in the collar of his shirt.

eep this is my first time writing angst SO I HAVE NO CLUE like absolutely zero idea what i’m supposed to be doing pls be gentle with me 💔

as you sat at a dinner with your boyfriend austin, his costar olivia, and best friend ashley, you smiled and laughed at all the stories being told to you, unable to add anything.

you were nervous about this dinner as you usually are with everything, so austin went to great lengths to make you feel better about this night. you smiled lovingly at him before olivia started another story that you then turned your attention to.

“when you smacked my ass, oh my god i nearly burst out laughing. i cant believe no one cleared it with me before,” she laughed “your boyfriend,” she looked at you “was an absolute mess to work with.”

as the words settled in your head, you plastered on a fake smile as you felt him go rigid next to you, hand freezing on your thigh.

your mind had always skipped passed the scene as a small way to show their relationship dynamic, something they were both directed to do.

things had never been bad between you and him, but he knew the insecurity’s you had when it came to on screen relationships, hearing the horror stories.

“too funny, will you excuse me? i think i wanna wash my hands before the food gets here” you said keeping yourself together as best as possible, knowing you were a ticking time bomb.

you picked up and dropped austin’s hand onto the booth seat next to you as you shimmied your way out, practically running to the bathroom.

your mind was whirring, a non stop buzz in your ears.

you felt hot, almost sick to your stomach. he knew how you though and he knew if the news got back to you about this, you’d freak.

the door opening had your head whipping around, dread filling you when you saw him.

“hey,” he said walking into the bathroom hands opened in front of him as if he was about to diffuse a bomb.

“please don’t, ohmygod please do not.” you said turning back around and gripping the sink counter and looking up, eyes squeezed shut.

“baby, you have to remember it’s just acting. you may not be used to what’s normal in acting.” god you hated when he talked down to you about his career, you weren’t a child.

you didn’t want to cry in front of him but you couldn’t stop yourself, you just wanted to at least be alone.

“it’s what felt right-“ he came up to you, hand grazing your upper arm before you flinched it away.

“yeah? since you know about things “feeling right”,” you mocked him “then you should be okay with me feeling like packing my shit and leaving feels right.” you yelled at him hoping he could feel half of what you felt right now.

his arms once again try to touch you, trying to hug you this time, before you smack him away.

“don’t touch me, i am so serious don’t touch me,” you brought a hand under your eye.

he had comforted you time and time again about the rumors with olivia, that’s what hurt so much.

you couldn’t stand to be in the air of the bathroom with him any longer, pushing past him and speeding out the door to finally be able to catch your breath.

waiting until you could calm yourself down to leave, you planned your route to escape the hellish restaurant.

once you had started to walk, you got a far away but good enough view of the table.

but i'm in love w/ the idea of really romantic sex with him like i bet he's so soft dom.. like him grabbing ur hand to hold while he's fucking you real slow and deep and so desperate and moan-y and getting so lovey dovey right before he cums ok bye I'm foaming at the mouth

u are so sweet idk if it’s bc it’s late but it’s making me fucking emotional… 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️ anyway here you go UR BRAIN IS SO WRINKLY AND BIG I LOVE THIS

12:37. your head turned back from the clock on the night stand back to austin, him on top of you, staring at both of you connecting when you looked down after the eye contact became too much for you.

he knew how much you needed this and he could tell that you were getting tired of the draining and demanding scenes you had once before loved.

“hey, hey.” his low tired voice said as he softly tapped your check to catch your attention again. you looked up at him and melted into him at the way he was holding you.

his hand slipped down to intertwine with yours before he brought both of them up to kiss your wrist.

his heart stopped everytime he looked at you, your hair messily across the pillows, soft plump lips opened with drawn out whines being pulled from them every time he pushed back into you.

“can you wrap your legs around me? cmon. oh- 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁” his head went back as you followed his request, you pulling his chest closer to you as you dug your nails into his shoulder, feeling like he was in your stomach.

your articulate hands ghosting over his features, staring at him in awe and bringing him back to reality. 

after he had been away for filming for months, you both had gotten back into things way too rough right away, not giving eachother time to get used to things again.

besides the rushed quickies in hotel rooms and before he slipped out of bed, absence had indeed made the heart grow fonder, you needed him to the point of tears.

you wanted him to be impossibly close to you, getting frustrated when the closest you could get was letting him be inside you.

he could tell by the way you hooked him closer to you and the way you always reached down to hold his hand that you didn’t need him to play out any scene with you, you just wanted him.

everything felt fuzzy to you as all of your senses were filled by him, genuinely all you could think about was him and the ways you could make him feel good.

clenching around him, he almost fell into you it was so good. slamming both your hands down into the mattress he lowly hummed into you as he kissed you slowly.

his grown out beard and mustache dragged on your chin but it just made you want him more.

“never wanna stop, just wanna stay here” you pushed out as you carded through his blonde hair.

he was needing rutting into you, his tamed patch of hair bumping into your clit making you see stars.

you could tell he was close by the way he was mumbling anything that came to his head into your ear.

“made me all scatterbrained, honey. cant even think when i’m inside you like this.” his voice was higher than usual and laced with need.

your hips were meeting his thrusts without you realizing, him encouraging it with his guided pushes to the back of your thigh.

“inside me please, just wanna feel close to you” you phrased your question as a statement, looking back up to him.

he nodded his head mindlessly as he worked his final thrusts into you, spilling into the condom.

feeling the warmth pushed you over the edge, crying out as he soothed you, working through his own release.

quickly pulling out, you whined as he shushed you. he quickly threw out the condom as you slowly came back.

he pushed back inside of you, bringing a smile to your face as you didn’t feel as cold and empty anymore.

he rolled both of you over, still inside you, pulled the covers over yourselves and tucked his chin on the top of your head, bringing you into him.