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so when i break down and list all the reasons i’m here and i’m still breathing, oh, i’m hanging on. - c.p. ⟡˖°
summary; a nightmare keeps you from falling asleep again so your boyfriend takes you on a late night drive, distracting you from whatever sorrow tortures you.
warnings; explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, description of a panic attack, talks about trauma and therapy, hurt/comfort, thigh riding, cockwarming, biting followed by a mark, hair pulling, breast sucking, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), car sex, dirty talk, no use of y/n, badly proofread
word count; 1,900
words of vanilla; my first gator fic, yay. words can’t describe how much i love him, our sweet little baby boy literally deserves the world. this is also heavily inspired by the song of chance peña which you can find here. hope you like it. xx
it was the middle of the night when you woke up from a nightmare.
cold sweat coated your skin, quick and uneven breaths coming over your lips.
but that wasn’t the worst part of it.
it was your racing heart, and the panic that crawled into your body, closing around your heart like a first made of ice.
you tried to calm yourself down, tried to focus on the things your therapist instructed you to think about—you were safe. you were loved. there was nothing to be afraid of.
but it only seemed to get worse, the panic starting to choke you.
“baby?”
his voice felt like an anchor in a storm you thought you couldn’t escape from, rough with sleep but still so goddamn grounding.
“hey, hey, hey. look at me,” he whispered, sitting up instantly when he realized that something was wrong.
“breathe with me. c’mon…”
a deep breath in. a deep breath out.
you concentrated on the way his shoulders moved up and down in that steady rhythm.
he repeated it until you finally calmed down again, your eyes fluttering closed as you sank against your boyfriend’s firm body.
“thank you…” you breathed, not louder than a whisper, nuzzling your nose against his neck.
he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, pressing you close against him—like he was afraid you would break down if he let you go.
“ain’t no need to thank me, darlin’,” gator muttered back, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, lips lingering there for a few seconds longer than they should.
“tell ya what, we’re gonna need us some fresh air, dont’cha think?” he added, already about to slip out of bed.
you furrowed your brows, clearly upset about the loss of his warmth and proximity.
“w-what? it’s almost 3am, gates,” you pointed out but already moved to follow him.
gator didn’t mind about getting changed, just guided you down the stairs in his flannel pyjama pants and the black shirt he wore.
you, on the other hand, were still wearing that short, thin silk nightgown with a lace trim around the neckline—one of your favourites.
he helped you slip into your shoes before he got into his own, then opened the front door for you.
the fresh night air hit your warm skin immediately, causing you to shiver but gator pushed you softly toward his cruiser, one hand on the small of your back.
“a road trip? seriously?” you asked, a small laugh escaping your lips, finally starting to feel a little better.
“call it late night drive,” he corrected you, helping you climb into the passenger’s seat.
after that, he got inside himself, sitting behind the wheel. “figured this might help ya out a little. now, lean back and enjoy the ride.”
the next few minutes were quiet in the car, neither one of you talking, only the music played quietly in the background.
he pulled over after a while, bringing the car to a stop, and you lifted your head from where it rested against the window.
“is everything okay?” you asked softly, trying to figure out where you were.
instead of answering, gator reached out for you, pulling you closer to his body. “c’mere,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you, grazing his hand over your side.
“you wanna talk ‘bout that dream?” he asked, lips moving against your temple as he breathed in the scent of your hair.
you tensed slightly, but his embrace kept you grounded. “there’s nothing to talk about,” you answered, pressing yourself a little tighter against him.
“you know he can’t hurt ya anymore, right? he’s gone. and you’re safe with me, darlin’,” he reminded you softly, peppering kisses on where his lips brushed against your head.
you took a deep, shaky breath, nodding slowly. “i know. it’s just… i can still feel his shadow like a knife pressing against my back. it’s… like he left a mark on my soul. one i can never get rid off.”
he didn’t answer immediately.
you didn’t expect him to.
because you knew he understood. his past hadn’t been that great either.
“you’re gonna be just fine, darlin’. one day, none of this is gonna matter anymore. i promise.”
a small pause, his lips wandering down to your ear where he pressed a soft kiss against the spot right behind it.
“so… what d’ya say to a little distraction? maybe get your mind on somethin’ else?”
you knew what he meant, and the deep sound of his voice shot straight to your core.
“oh, you bad, bad boy,” you murmured, turning your head to look into his eyes.
“the baddest for ya, darlin’,” he all but purred before your lips melt together.
the kiss was slow but heated, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, caressing yours with gentle strokes.
a soft moan slipped past your lips, swallowed by him while he helped you shift, settling you onto his lap.
your legs straddled his thighs, his hands sliding into your soft hair and the kiss deepened even more, having you drown in each other.
“fuck, baby. you’re drivin’ me crazy,” gator growled against your lips, pushing one of his thighs up against your core.
you gasped softly, biting in his bottom lip, grinding down against him.
that seemed to effect him because he pulled away, looking down into your eyes, his pupils blown with lust. “shit, you wanna ride my thigh, darlin’?”
you nodded slightly, already lifting your hips to get rid of your panties. he helped you, pulling them from your fingers and tossed them into the back of his car.
“you ain’t gonna need ‘em anymore tonight,” his fingers twisted into your hair, twirling it around his hand. “c’mon, show me how much ya want me.”
he didn’t have to tell you twice.
you adjusted your hips until you hovered over one thigh, slowly sinking down against it. the first movement was hesitant, testing how the soft flannel of his pyjama pants felt against your core.
“just like that…” gator encouraged you, his grip on your hips firm as he guided you.
“how ya feelin’, baby?” he asked, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
“good. so, so good,” you moaned, finally starting to rub yourself on him a little faster.
he tensed his muscles, causing you to grind down harder and another moan escaped you, rumbling through the small space in his car.
“gator…” you whimpered, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulled your head back into your neck.
“i’m here… i’m right here.”
his lips latched onto the spot on your neck where your pulse thundered underneath, sucking softly on the thin skin.
“use my thigh, baby. just like ya need it.”
you started to move even faster, the fabric of his pants already drenched from your arousal, probably soaking into his skin underneath.
but you didn’t stop, it only pushed you more, just like his teeth that sank into your neck, biting you gently but hard enough that it would leave behind a mark.
all that and the way his muscles flexed underneath you, pushed you closer to the edge.
“g-gator. i’m gonna… i’m gonna…”
you couldn’t finish your sentence, your climax hitting you hard.
so hard, you saw stars sparking behind your closed eyes as you rode out your orgasm on his thigh and those damn flannel pants.
his lips found yours as soon as your breaths evened again, kissing you softly. “attagirl,” he murmured, making you chuckle, still a little out of breath.
“wanna ride my cock now?” he brushed a single strand of hair behind your ear while the other pulled down his pants eagerly.
you lowered your gaze, realizing how hard he was already—probably had been since the beginning of your make out session.
“gator…” you pleaded quietly, and he shushed you with a kiss, guiding your hips on top of him again.
“tell me how bad ya want me, darlin’,” he said, his fingers brushing over the delicate skin of your collarbone, slipping down to cup one of your breasts through the silk of your nightgown.
“i-i want you so bad it hurts. please gates…let me feel you inside of me. please…” you begged, not even surprised at how desperate you sounded.
a smile appeared on his lips and he pulled you into another kiss, dragging the tip of his cock through your wet folds.
he was probably dripping as well—had to be—but still coated his length with your juices before he finally pushed into your heat.
your walls gripped at him like he was the only thing you ever needed, swallowing him until your hips pressed flush against each other.
both of you panted heavily, gator giving you time to adjust to his size. but even then, he stayed like that without moving.
it was like he enjoyed the feeling of you around him, holding on to him like he was your lifeline.
“ga…gat-“ you started, wanting to tell him how bad you needed him to move. but the words died in your throat when he made the first thrust.
he hit you deep, right where it made you see stars again, too much and not enough at the same time.
“i want ya to know…” he began, thrusting up harder by now, your head falling back into your neck, moving with him.
“you’re always safe as long as you’re with me, ya hear me? i’ll never let nothin’ or nobody hurt you,” he ended, the next thrusts so hard that the car started to shake under your movements.
“fuck, gator!” you cried out, and you knew you were getting close again.
his hand grazed against your shoulder, brushing down the strap of your nightgown, revealing one of your tits to his sight.
he leaned down, lips closing around your nipple, and started to suck.
it wasn’t gentle, it was greedy—tongue swirling around your nipple like he wanted to get every little taste of you.
and just like that, the sparks in your abdomen exploded again.
you moved mindlessly on top of him, completely gone while he let you use him to ride out your pleasure.
somewhere in the middle of it, his own release hit him, a deep and throaty groan coming from deep down his throat.
his mouth was still around your nipple, the sound vibrating through your body while his cock twitched and pulsed, your walls milking him dry.
when he came down as well, he let his head sink against your chest, his breath still heavy and uneven.
you held him as he held you, none of you wanting to move away from the other.
he already softened inside of your pussy, but you still didn’t move.
“i love you, gator,” you finally whispered after some time, and his grip on you you tightened a little more.
“i know,” he murmured, slowly pulling away, cupping your face in his calloused hands. “i love you too. more than anythin’.”
this time, the kiss was soft and so full of love that your heart clenched in your chest. and after you pulled apart the next time, he drove you back home.
some minutes later, you were back in bed, snuggled up tightly against his chest, slowly drifting into sleep.
this time without any pain from your past haunting you.
so… my mouth is dry from it hanging open in awe. i read this twice, because i really needed to take it all in. your descriptions are so good, i really felt so immersed in being the reader; like i was actually there. and the way you paint the environments, ugh, the level of detail is just immaculate.
ofcourse, as tradition, a review under the cut:
his voice felt like an anchor in a storm you thought you couldn’t escape from, rough with sleep but still so goddamn grounding.
i really wanted to pick this out because it’s so poetic. and such a brilliant, thought provoking description of a panic attack. in just a few words you captured how it feels… that’s just really impressive.
he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, pressing you close against him—like he was afraid you would break down if he let you go.
feeling small and delicate and i really need his big warm arms around me
“ain’t no need to thank me, darlin’,” gator muttered back, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, lips lingering there for a few seconds longer than they should.
so uhhh. i literally read this in his voice. you know his character so well, the way you write… it’s literally him. ugh my talented bestie.
“w-what? it’s almost 3am, gates,” you pointed out but already moved to follow him.
do i see a 3am road trip happening……?
oh yes, yes i do. 😼
“oh, you bad, bad boy,” you murmured, turning your head to look into his eyes.
OH FUCK OKAY.
“the baddest for ya, darlin’,” he all but purred before your lips melt together.
goddamn my legs are open and ready
he hit you deep, right where it made you see stars again, too much and not enough at the same time.
i’m literally… desperate right now. biting my pillow.
evil because you write this… and it can’t be me!!!! whyyyy can’t it be me!!!!!!!
this time, the kiss was soft and so full of love that your heart clenched in your chest. and after you pulled apart the next time, he drove you back home.
okay okay catch me crying. this was the perfect ending. 🥺🥺🥺
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oh my god, what else is there to say??? i think i need to take a cold shower. i’m just obsessed. 🤩
summary; after an awfully long time of being separated from your boyfriend, all you can do is miss him. and when he returns, he shows you exactly how much he missed you too.
warnings; explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, unprotected piv (please stay safe!), phone sex during a facetime call, female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, getting caught, mention of drinking, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), morning sex, creampie, dirty talk, fluff, no use of y/n, badly proofread (as always)
word count; 3,617
words of vanilla; i've been so excited since i got that request. turned out as the longest fic i’ve ever written so far and left me horny and craving him even more. thank you again for the request, i hope you like how it turned out. enjoy reading sweetie because i definitely enjoyed writing it! xx
it had been one month and twenty eight days since the last time you’ve seen joe.
and it would’ve been a lie if you said that you didn’t miss him. to be honest, you were pretty desperate at this point.
of course you called and spoke to each other on facetime multiple times. but it was still different than to actually talk to him in person.
you missed him just like he missed you, and neither of you could wait for him to come home in less than a week.
it was the steady buzzing of your phone that ripped you out of your thoughts while you cleaned up the kitchen.
you put away the rag, taking your phone, smiling when you saw his name on the screen.
“i was wondering when you’d call. thought you might’ve forgotten me,” you teased him right after you accepted the facetime call, making him chuckle.
“ouch. so that’s what you think of me?” he answered with that stupid grin on his beautiful face.
you giggled softly, walking through your apartment as someone suddenly snatched his phone out of his hands.
“hi there,” a familiar voice sounded, and gaten grinned widely at you, showing you his perfectly grown teeth.
you could hear joe complaining in the background, and something like ‘give me that damn phone back, gaten’.
your giggle turned into a soft laugh, gaten’s grin replaced by joe’s face.
“it was nice to see you!” you said with a raised voice, hoping gaten still heard it.
his answer was muffled, hard to understand when joe already started to walk away.
“sorry, princess. i was just about to leave anyway.” a slight tilt of his head. “how’s my girl doing?” he added while he moved, probably back to his hotel room.
“she’s doing fine. misses you, that’s all,” you answered, reaching your bedroom and falling onto the bed, back against the mattress.
you held your phone right over your face so he had a good look on you from above.
he stepped inside his own room and closed the door behind him. “is that so?” there was a smile on his face, voice dropping an octave and you bit your bottom lip. “i know a few things that could help against that.”
you felt heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. “yeah? tell me more…”
he shrugged, switching on the lights in his room so you could see is face again.
“mhmm. you better tell me what you’re wearing right now,” he replied, and your heart started to beat faster.
you slowly turned the camera down, giving him a good look at the black tank top, matching with his boxers.
“shit.”
the curse sounded breathless, almost like he’s been holding his breath while he looked at the view you’ve been showing to him.
“you have no idea how bad i want to touch you right now, baby,” he added then, and you looked back to the screen.
“i could do it for you if you want,” you offered, maybe a little too fast. but it was exactly what he wanted to hear.
“can you take off your shirt for me?” his voice sounded strained, almost like he had to hold himself back from jumping through the screen right there.
you nodded slowly, sitting up again, placing the phone against one of your pillows so he had a good sight on you.
without waisting another second, you took off the tank top, exposing your breasts to him before throwing the fabric away.
a throaty growl escaped him when he saw you sitting in front of the phone like this, one the hand that wasn’t holding the phone already palming his erection through his pants.
“jesus christ, you wanna kill me, right?” he choked out, making you bite your bottom lip as you leaned forward, slowly crawling closer to the phone. “come back home soon. this is what’s waiting for you.”
“i can’t fucking wait for it,” he breathed, his gaze roaming over your chest. “play with your nipples.”
you watched him for a moment, before guiding one hand to your breasts, starting to play with your nipple while he watched you like a predator watches its prey. after that, you repeated the same action on the other side.
“fucking delicious,” he growled, the sound of his voice making you arch your back.
“oh my god, joe,” you whimpered, hips rocking forward.
“touch yourself, princess. give yourself the pleasure you need. but stay exactly like this. lemme watch you while you tear yourself apart f’me.”
he didn’t need to repeat himself.
your hand already slipped past the waistband of his boxers, touching your aching pussy.
a soft moan slipped from your mouth as you started to tease your lips, smearing the wetness there.
“talk to me, baby.” you heard joe’s voice through the lust that clouded your mind.
“so wet. so wet for you.” it came out a little breathless, slowly playing with your clit, circling your index finger around it.
it sent little jolts of electricity through your body and you leaned backwards on your heels, making sure that he could see all of how your body reacted to it.
you brushed your fingers through your folds, grazing over your entrance before pushing them inside, moaning out softly.
“christ, baby. if you could see yourself right now… i wish i could touch you. i wish…” he paused, groaning quietly, “i wish i could fuck you.”
you cried out softly, your walls clenching around your fingers, the thought of his cock inside of you—instead of your fingers—felt like pure agony since he was on the other side of the country.
“joe,” you whimpered, hips bucking mindlessly against your own fingers as you chased your release, hoping it would stop the unbearable ache in your lower abdomen.
when your thumb touched your clit again, rubbing over it i tight circles, the coil in your stomach snapped, and you came all over your hand, practically dripping onto the bedsheets.
just in time, you heard a muffled sound from where the phone leaned against your pillow, his screen black as the phone probably had fallen from his hands.
he picked it up a few heartbeats later, smiling awkwardly into the camera. “holy shit, baby. i just came in my pants,” he chuckled, and you couldn’t help but giggle, falling onto the bed.
“you’re kidding, right?” you asked, hiding your face behind your hands.
“not about that, promise,” he declared too fast if it was a lie.
“you’re incredible, keery,” you muttered, shaking your head slightly.
“and you’re absolutely beautiful. and i can’t wait to take you in my arms soon.”
he got quiet before meeting your gaze again. “no touching until we see each other again. the next time when you come like this…i want to be the one who does that to you. promise me, baby.”
“i promise…” you whispered back, your eyes already fluttering shut. “can’t wait to have you back home.”
you didn’t even notice when he hung up.
you’d already fallen asleep.
. ⊹*ﾟ･ﾟ｡. ⭑.*｡･ﾟ⊹*.
the streetlights shone through the floor-deep windows, illuminating the darkness of your living room as you sat on the couch, a glass of wine in your hands.
it had been a long and exhausting day. and the worst part was that you haven’t heard from him in hours. maybe that was the reason why you held that glass against your lips. it was half empty, the alcohol giving your head a dizzy feeling already.
slowly, you stood up from where you were sitting on the couch, swaying slightly as you tried to keep your balance.
“dammit,” you cursed.
and when you finally felt steady on your feet, you made your way to your headphones, which lay on the counter on the other side of the room.
of course, you could also watch a movie. but that wasn’t what you needed right now.
you switched on the music, starting to move to it, swaying your hips with the rhythm.
soon you were dancing around in your living room, enjoying it just being you, your favourite songs and your best friend named wine—that never failed to let you down.
but it only took you a few minutes before you got too exhausted, falling down on the couch again, eyes to the ceiling.
fuck, there was this feeling again.
that thrumming pulse between your legs, and the despair of feeling your boyfriend’s body on top of you.
it had been too long.
and even though you promised him to not touch yourself again until he came back, you just couldn’t stop yourself.
you needed him, and it was bad.
so all you did, was to let your fingers slip past the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, finding yourself soaked.
your hips bucked up involuntarily, searching for friction as you teased your entrance with your fingers, triggering that sensation.
but you didn’t want to wait any longer. you’ve really waited long enough.
the music still played softly over your headphones as you started to circle your clit torturously slow, building up the pleasure.
it happened fast—thanks to the alcohol in your system—and soon your hips bucked up into thin air, your inner walls clenching painfully around nothing.
your breath quickened and you knew you were close.
but right before you could fall over that edge of pure bliss, a hand clamped down over your eyes.
you jumped instantly, all that pleasure gone as pure adrenaline rushed through your body. you turned your head, looking into the familiar eyes of your boyfriend who looked down at you with an unreadable expression.
“fucking hell, joe. you scared the shit out of me,” you gasped after you ripped the headphones off your head.
you were still a little out of breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart.
“and you broke your promise. think we’re pretty much even. i thought no touching until i’m back home,” he replied, slowly moving around the couch so he was standing right in front of you.
without waiting for an answer, he took your hand—the one that had been in your pants only seconds before—and brought it up to his face.
he breathed in deeply, inhaling your scent before closing his lips around them, sucking off the remaining taste of you.
the air got caught in your throat as you watched his eyes close, tongue swirling around your fingertips until he pulled away with a wet pop.
for a moment, you weren’t even sure if this was real or if it just happened inside your head after you’d fallen asleep on the couch. but he was definitely there, you felt it in the way your body reacted to his presence.
“joe…” you started but didn’t come far. he sat down on the couch next to you, pulling you with him, forcing you to sit on top of him, straddling his thighs.
“after six hours on a plane and one hour in a taxi after that… i come home to this. you… almost about to cum on your own fucking fingers. though you promised to wait,” he nearly growled, his grip tightening on you.
“what are we gonna do about that?”
you swallowed hard, not finding the right words but you didn’t have to—joe already knew exactly what he was gonna do.
“ride my thigh.”
it wasn’t a question.
it was a command.
“but i-“
he cut you off by grabbing your chin gently but firm, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“ride. my. thigh.”
he repeated it, even more firm than the last time, and you finally obeyed.
you positioned yourself above his right thigh, slowly grinding down on it.
the sensation felt too good on your already swollen clit, and you moaned out quietly.
“yeah, just like that,” joe hummed, one of his hands sliding to your back, the other into your hair.
his words urged you to move faster, rubbing yourself against him through your clothes.
your breath quickened again, your body still on edge from your former encounter.
so it didn’t take long until he had you where he wanted you falling apart on top of him, cumming into your pants—just like him a few days ago—while his name left your lips over and over again.
you sank against him when you came down from your high, forehead pressed against his shoulder.
he buried his face in your hair, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and something so unmistakably you, holding you in his arms.
“i’m sorry i broke the promise.” your voice felt agonizingly loud in the silence of the room—maybe it was because of the ringing sound in your ears. “i just… i missed you. and i couldn’t wait for you to come back home.”
joe chuckled softly, pushing you away only far enough so he could look into your eyes.
“it’s okay. i forgive you, baby,” he smiled, cupping your face with his hands, finally pressing a soft kiss against your lips.
you let out a hum, your eyes closing as you deepened the kiss. as your mouths moved together, you started to shift on his hips, feeling his clothed erection pressing against your core.
but he stopped your right there.
“hey,” his grip tightened on your face. “i’m pretty exhausted from my flight. i don’t think i can do much tonight.”
by now you realized the deep shadows under his eyes, suddenly feeling bad for even trying to get him to more.
“i’m so sorry, i-“
he drowned the words in another kiss and you placed one hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble growing back underneath your palm.
“let’s go to bed, hm?” he suggested softly, his hand slipping underneath your ass as he stood up, your body still on his hips.
your legs tightened around him while he carried you, both of you giggling as you fell on the mattress together.
you didn’t even remember at which point sleep got you.
all you actually did remember was, that your head was pressed against his chest, the steady beat of his heart underneath your ear.
the next thing you knew was that feeling. it was probably also the reason why you woke up.
little sparks exploding in your abdomen, causing the first soft moans to slip past your lips.
then you felt him move between your legs. or more—his head.
his hands were on your thighs, holding you open as his tongue lapped on your pussy.
“joe…” you moaned, still half-asleep, your hand finding its way into his hair. “oh, f-fuck…”
“morning, baby,” he hummed, the deep sound of it rumbling through your body, your walls clenching around nothing.
“oh my god.”
it was the only thing you got out, your back arching off the bed when his tongue swirled around your clit.
you only got wetter, your hips rocking up against his face. “joe…”
“shhhh…”
his grip on your thighs tightened, pushing you down, keeping you from moving. “just let me take care of you,” he continued, his fingers teasing your hole but not pushing inside.
you whimpered, the need to feel something inside almost killing your still sleep-hazed head.
“fuck baby, you’re dripping,” he murmured, his tongue licking up a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.
then he finally pushed it inside, gathering more of your arousal before swallowing it down.
“god, baby. y’taste so good,” he groaned into your heat, and you whimpered again, your hand moving into his hair as the other clenched into the sheets.
“joe… oh god… please,” you cried out, trying to catch your breath while he pushed his tongue in and out of you at a relentless pace.
he didn’t answer you this time, just focused on you and those sweet little sounds that left your lips over and over again.
his fingers found your bundle of nerves, rubbing gently over it, grinning against you as your body trembled violently.
“joe, i-i can’t…”
“i know, it’s okay. cum for me, baby. wanna taste you,” he whispered, sending you over the edge.
you came, coating the lower half of his face with your juices as the world spun around you, little whimpers leaving your lips.
he took everything you offered, lapping at you for dear life, moaning into you until there was nothing left.
“joe…” you tried to pull him away from you, his hair soft like silk between your fingers.
“please, baby… i need you inside of me.”
joe moved away, crawling up your body, his chin glistening from your juices. “god, i missed you so much,” he said quietly, kissing you softly, letting you taste yourself on him.
“mmmmh…”
you couldn’t say more, his cock already nudging at your entrance, only the tip slipping inside of you.
you didn’t remember when he got out of his clothes, you couldn’t care less.
all you could think of was to finally feel him again after that awfully long time of two months.
both of you panted heavily as he slid deeper, his thick cock stretching your walls in the most delicious way.
he didn’t stop until he was completely buried inside of you, his breath mixing with yours. “you feel so… fucking incredible,” he hissed, pressing his forehead against yours, slowly starting to move.
the first thrust caused you to moan into each other’s mouths as you half-kissed, and right after the next followed.
he fucked you slow and gentle into the mattress, waking you up even more, holding himself upright on his elbows on either side of your head.
your nails scratched down his back, leaving little marks in their wake, making him hiss again.
“please… harder…” you panted, your legs locking around his waist, pushing him deeper.
“as you wish, princess.”
with that, he increased his pace and soon the slapping of his balls against your ass, just as the little sounds you made, were the only thing that was heard in your bedroom.
“fuck, joe!” you whined, your whole body trembling from the sensation that cursed through your body.
he reacted to it, taking one of your hands, pressing it down on the mattress right next to your head, lacing your fingers with his.
“i’m here, baby,” he pressed out, his voice laced with lust, lips brushing along your jaw. “i’m right here. you wanna cum? you wanna cum on my cock?”
his words reached your ears through the pleasure, and you nodded your head frantically.
“use your words. let me hear how much you want it.”
“please, joe. please lemme cum,” you whimpered, your fingers tightening around his as he still held your hand down.
“good girl.”
the praise made your walls flutter wildly, and he let go of your hand, reaching down to add extra pressure on your clit.
that was all you needed to fall apart underneath him, whimpering and moaning softly as your orgasm crashed down on you.
you called out his name, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving little crescents behind.
he kissed along your jaw as he continued to fuck you through your climax but wasn’t nearly finished with you yet.
you only had a few minutes to catch your breath before he rolled you over, bringing you on top of him.
you didn’t need a command from him, you knew what he wanted. and you where pleased to give it to him.
you took his hands, holding them up in the air as you intertwined your fingers with his, slowly starting to rock your hips.
“f-fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his grip on your hands tightening.
your head fell back into your neck when you felt him twitch inside of you, so deep it sent sparks up your spine.
“you feel s’good around me, baby,” he groaned, hips bucking up to meet your movements.
it didn’t make you stop, it only urged you to move faster. you knew he was close when you heard his breathing change.
“fuck, baby! i’m gonna cum… f-fuck…” he warned, and with one last deep thrust, he emptied his balls deep inside of you, coating your walls with thick ropes of his cum.
his body shook and trembled underneath you, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open.
he looked like pure sin.
the most beautiful sin you’ve ever seen in your life and you’d never get enough of it.
you leaned forward, now pressing his hands on the mattress at either side of his head, nose nuzzling against his sweaty neck.
“i’m glad you’re back,” you whispered, breaking the silence between you.
he squeezed your hands gently. “me too, princess. i promise, next time i’m gone for that long, i’m taking your with me. even though i really enjoy what happens when i come back home and you miss me.”
“oh, shut up. i was drunk,” you giggled, letting go of his hands so he could wrap his arms around you, his cock softening inside you.
“lame excuse, baby,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.
it caused you to giggle, both of you gasping when you rolled off of him, causing his cock to slip out, your mixed juices leaking from your pussy.
“soo, what now?” you asked, turning your head to look at him.
he seemed to think for a few seconds, then grinned mischievously. “now… i’m gonna eat you out again, making sure you’re ready for round two, sweet girl. we still got a lot to catch up to.”
you didn’t get to answer as he positioned himself on top of you again, his head already diving back between your legs.
just as i thought it couldn’t get better, and then… wow… he kept going and going and going. my face feels so hot, i’m in a fluster. the details and description was just at another level. i’ve said it before but your writing is out of this world, the best damn author on this app. and i’m not bias; i swear <3
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Thinking about how Alexei probably for a little while thought he was so fucking cool to be the Russian super-spy in the United States of America during the Cold War.
And then did he learn about Ohio? Did it already have a "thats a boring state" reputation? Did he feel like being tucked away in the suburbs with two little girls and a badass Black Widow who he wasnt having to pretend to love was a curse?
And then it was a blessing?
Did he realize that maybe he was sent there, the KGB (or whoever was in charge of the Red Guardian) hoping he would get caught during the Red Scare? That he wouldn't be able to keep himself from *being* himself? Did he at first resent the two little girls who he was supposed to pretend to be a father?
Because we know it was real to him, too.
When did it become a blessing? How often did he lie awake, hoping that maybe this mission would never end? How often does he dream that that life became the rest of his life, or that it had been all along and the Red Gaurdian part was the dream?
When did he realize he was not who the KGB wanted- unsubtle, loud, boisterous. He wasn't anything like Steve Rogers, the American golden boy. That he had so much joy. That he was being discarded. He survived this long but wasn't expected to be anything but a tool for propaganda and a super soldier- a tool and a soldier, not a person.
And then he became the whole world to little Yelena and even Natasha came around to him, and he could have sworn that Melina wasn't resenting his kisses- there was a real smile in her eyes.
And he told Yelena that the time he felt he had the most meaning in his life was when the whole of the USSR loved him as a national symbol, but he was always a liar anyway.
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