“Look at you baby,” you coo as your lips leave a wet trail up his bare stomach and chest, his muscles flexing under your touch. Dean tilted his head back, his eyes shut as heavy breaths passed through his lips, trying to calm down from the orgasm you just gave him. 

A sense of pride warms your chest at the whimper that escapes your boyfriend's pretty lips when he feels you teasingly swirl your tongue around his sensitive nipple. You crooned with a smile, “Always so responsive.”  

“Princess, please,” Dean begged, his tone so whiny that it made you smirk. You placed your hands on his bare thighs, feeling them twitch under your touch as you used them to help you sit up on your knees between his spread legs. You look down at your boyfriend, who was leaning back on his hands, his face contorted as he still felt the tingling aftershocks of his orgasm. 

You bring one of your hands up to grab his chin with your pointer finger and thumb; your grip isn’t rough, but it also wasn’t gentle. You smirked, “What is it, baby? Come on, look at me.” 

“Please, I need more.” Dean pleads after he flutters his eyes open to look up at you. The sight of you nearly took his breath away. You were so enchanting. The way you looked down at him made him even more desperate for more of your touch, for your lips. His eyes wander down your body, and he feels his mouth water at the sight of you in his favorite-colored lace lingerie that’s been driving him wild since he saw it. 

“So needy, was what I have given you already not enough?” you dramatically pout, your tone condescending and teasing. Your hand that was gripping his chin moves to his shoulder while your other hand that was resting on his thigh slowly moves up his chest to rest on his other shoulder, using his shoulders as leverage to straddle his lap. 

A small hiss left your boyfriend's lips at the feeling of his throbbing tip brushing against your lace panties when you lean down to whisper in his ear, tauntingly to ask again, “It wasn't good enough?” 

“No, no, it was so good…please.” Dean stutters over his words, finding it hard to form words at the feeling of you placing soft kisses on his shoulder and collarbone. You so desperately wanted to give him what he wanted, the wet spot on your panties was almost dripping with your desire…but you couldn't give in so quickly.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” You whispered seductively between the kisses you littered across his neck, his skin burning under the soft but relentless touch of your lips. Dean nearly whimpers at your words, squeezing the sheets in his hands to stop himself from grabbing your hips, his mind running with thoughts of what he wanted

“I wanna feel you wrapped around me,” Dean whined, cutting himself off with a gasp at the feeling of you sucking under his jaw, hissing when you teasingly blow onto it after and nip at his skin. Dean knows that he is going to have to beg if you are really going to give him what he wants. “Please, please, I've been so good.” 

“Hmm, you have,” You hummed as you moved your face from his neck to get a look at your boyfriend's pretty face; his eyes were already on you. You can see the pleading look in his eyes; your poor boy was so desperate. You move some of his hair from his forehead and give him a small smile. You couldn't say no to him, not when he looked at you like that. “I’ll give you what you want, baby.”  

A breath of relief leaves Dean’s lips, and you let out a small giggle at the look that appears on his face. You lean back on his thighs, and you keep your eyes on his as you move your hand behind your back, unclipping your bra in one quick movement and dropping it somewhere on the bed. A small smirk appears on your lips at the sight of your boyfriend's eyes immediately dropping to your naked chest; he always did have a weakness for your boobs. Dean licks his lips and has to stop himself from cupping your boobs into his hands. 

You lean back down, a big smile on your lips at the way he looks up at you with his pretty eyes. You would never get over the way he looked at you; you loved him so much. You place your hand on his cheek before closing your eyes and pulling him into a kiss, Dean moaning as your tongues meet. You kissed him until you felt him pull away to catch his breath. He was quick to lean forward to continue the kiss, but you pulled away and shook your head no. 

You smirked when he whined at your rejection. You whisper sweetly, but with an underlying sternness in your tone, “Lay back.” 

Your boyfriend was quick to listen to you, lying back and resting his head on the soft pillow. He was pretty sure he would do anything you said just so he could feel you wrapped around him; he couldn't handle any more of your teasing tonight. It all started when you went out with some of his teammates and their girlfriends to celebrate the game. You had dressed up in his favorite dress, and the way you danced against him at the party, and the way you rested your hand on his thigh when you sat, got him all worked up. That was 2 hours ago. 

You reached down between the two of you and took him into your hands, a soft moan leaving his lips immediately at your touch. You could feel him throbbing in your hands, and for a second, you felt a little bad for teasing him for so long, but that quickly disappeared as you slowly started to stroke him. The spit and leftover cum from the head you gave him made it easy to move your hand up and down. Dean turns his head to the side, his eyes shutting as moans pass through his parted lips. 

You rub your thumb over his tip, watching his reaction as his breath hitches and a sweet whine leaves his lips along with a desperate ‘please’. You decide that that's enough teasing, so you move your hand from his dick and move it between your thighs. A small gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of your fingers brushing against your clit as you move your panties to the side. God, you were sopping.  

You hold your panties to the side while your other hand grips onto the base of his dick, teasingly rubbing his tip up and down against your slit, coating his cock in your slick. A whine leaving your boyfriend's lips at the feeling. Once you were content with how wet his cock was, you lined his tip up with your entrance. You look down at your boyfriend and see that he's already looking up at you, and before you can open your mouth to ask, he’s nodding his head yes and whispering “please.” 

You guide his cock into you and slowly sink down, the thick head of his cock stretching your velvety walls, your eyes fluttering close at the stretch. Dean’s thighs clench, and a groan leaves his lips at how prettily your walls stretch around his cock. Sweet and loud moans escape your lips as your cunt struggles to take him in, your walls so tight around his thick cock that you can feel every inch and vein. Both of you moaning in unison at the feeling of him being buried to the hilt in your sweet, warm pussy. 

You open your eyes and rest your hands on his abdomen, feeling his chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths, still trying to get used to how tight you feel around him. You smile and lean down, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. Dean’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of your naked tits against his chest, and before he could let out a moan at the feeling of your fluttering around his dick, you lock his lips in a slow and sensual kiss. 

“You feel so good, Dean,” you whisper against his lips after you pull away from the kiss. You watch through your eyelashes as a cocky smile appears on your boyfriend's lips. You caress his cheek with your thumb for a few seconds before you sit up, adjusting your knees at his side. You place both your hands back on his chest, watching his face as you slowly start to move up and down. 

“God Dean!” you whined in pleasure as you continued your motions. Bouncing up and down at a slow pace, the stretch was big but felt so good. Dean’s moans become louder as your rhythm starts to pick up. The feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing him was too much; he didn't know how long he would last. 

“You can touch my baby, it's okay,” You coo seductively, you could feel the way he was throbbing in you and the way he was squeezing the sheets, whimpers and pretty moans leaving his parted lips. As soon as those words left your mouth, he quickly stopped squeezing the linen and eagerly moved his hands to your chest, softly groping your tits. 

You would have teased him because of his eagerness, but instead, a loud moan came out. Your nipples were always so sensitive, and Dean loved using that to his advantage. 

Dean smirked cheekily at the sound, but you were quick to shut down his own teasing when you purposely clenched around him. He drops his hands from your nipples and down to squeeze onto your waist, closing his eyes as a loud groan leaves his lips and his hips jerk up. You rock your hips faster against his, your nails digging into the skin of his chest as you tilt your head back in pleasure. 

“Princess, I don't know how much longer I’ll last,” Dean moans out, his thighs were clenching, he was so close. The way your pussy gripped him, and the way he could feel your arousal start to make a mess on his thighs and drip down his balls, was too much. 

Don't get him started on the hypnotic sight of your tits bouncing in unison with your fast pace. And he knew you so well that he could tell you were close too. Your movements became more frantic, and the way you fluttered around him proved him right. 

“Me to baby—feels so good,” you whimpered, you felt that tight rope in your stomach, and you knew your peak was close. It was almost overwhelming how good it felt; his pelvic bone was hitting your clit every time you came down, and his pretty moans were too much for you. 

Dean looks away from your chest and up to your face, and he swore that he could have cummed just at the sight of you. Your mouth was agape, your face twisted in pleasure, your skin glistening beautifully in sweat. 

Dean lifts his legs, his feet planted on the bed, and his grip on your hips tightens. Both of you are moaning in unison at the new position. You keep one of your hands on his chest while the other moves behind you to squeeze his knee in pleasure, the new position causing him to go inside you deeper. Dean moves one of his hands from your hips and moves it to his chest, softly squeezing your hand. 

Your eyes flutter open, and your movements still, you look down at your boyfriend and see the blissed out look on his face. He was looking up at you with hooded eyes, and his mouth parted as heavy breaths passed through his lips. You could see it in his eyes and the way his hands were clinging to you; he was so close. You smirk and lean down so your chests are almost touching, moving your hand that was now interlocked with his, by the side of his head. 

“What? gonna cum already?” you whispered tauntingly in his ear, tangling your hand that was on his chest, in his hair that was at his nape. You continued to rock your hips against his, your ass slapping against his thighs, creating a lewd sound. A loud and embarrassing whine escaped his red and puffy lips, the coil in his stomach only tightening, and so did his grip on your hand and hip. 

You knew the more you talked to him like that, the faster he would come undone. 

“Gonna fill me up?—Hmm? Make a mess?” You continued to taunt him, your movements becoming more frantic, chasing his and your release. Dean was too fucked out to properly respond; the only sounds leaving his mouth were moans and a pitiful ‘yes’. You move your hand from his nape and softly pat his bottom lip with your pointer and middle finger. Dean knows what it means, and he eagerly opens his mouth for you. 

You smile big and bite on your bottom lip, sliding your two fingers into his mouth, his mouth closing around your fingers. 

“So good for me,” you coo between your own moans, your eyes not leaving your boyfriend's pretty face. Dean twirled his tongue around your fingers to get them wet, his eyes closed as he couldn't help but moan around them. You pull your wet fingers out of his mouth, smirking at the small whine that leaves his now parted lips. You move your hand between the two of you, your wet fingers making contact with your even wetter clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you start rubbing it. 

“I’m so close—please can I cum?” Dean begged as he let out a choked-out moan, tilting his head back in pleasure, blinking away the tears that were stored in his waterline. You can feel him pant against your mouth, the tip of his nose bumping into yours. The pleasure he was feeling was something he's never felt before, the coil in his stomach becoming too much. Your eyes went down to his, and the way he looked nearly brought you over the edge. 

“Please, baby, I wanna feel you.” You almost begged, you were so close. The way your thighs clenched and ached at the fast rhythm you had as you rocked against his cock, and your fingers were sopping and ached at how fast you moved them against your clit; but you cherish the ache. 

You move to sit up, but a surprised moan leaves your lips as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you down to his chest. An even louder moan leaves your lips at the feeling of him thrusting up into you. 

“Fuuuck.” You whine loudly, your eyes squeezing shut and your fingers moving from your clit to squeeze onto the white linen. The sound of skin slapping was so lewd and echoed across his room, you were thankful that the bed didn't start hitting against the wall from Dean’s movements. 

The angle wrenches a sling of moans leaving yours and his lips, his pace becoming delirious, and his grip on you tightens as he cries out, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” 

“Oh my god, Dean!” you cried out in pleasure as he held you down on his cock. The feeling of his thick head of his cock hitting deep against the sensitive spot of your slick cunt and the feeling of warmth as he spills himself deep inside you with a desperate, choked-out moan of your name, brings you to your own peak. The tight rope rips, and you feel yourself fall into your desire, feeling your walls throb around his cock as you come undone. 

A pleasure that left you lightheaded. 

It was silent for a long while as you simply held each other, finding comfort in each other's soft touch and the feeling of their beating heartbeat against one another's chests. You moved your hand away from squeezing the linen, a small sting in your fingers from how hard you squeezed, and you moved it up to his cheek. You tilted your head up towards him and watched as his eyes fluttered open at your touch, a tired smile forming on your lips at the beautiful sight of his eyes. 

You caress his cheek softly with your thumb before whispering, “You did so good.” 

“Tonight, and at the game, I'm so proud” You continue to whisper. You were insanely proud of your boyfriend. The love and trust that you had for each other made tonight even more special for the two of you. Dean felt a little emotional at your words; no matter what, he always knew that you were by his side. 

You were the only one who ever made him feel like this; he never knew love could feel like this. 

“I love you,” you finally heard his voice; it was quiet and scratchy from all the loud moans that he let out tonight. Your smile gets bigger, and you lean your face closer to his, placing a gentle and slow kiss on his lips. Dean eagerly kissed you back, his hands slowly moving up and down your sides. 

You pull away to whisper against his lips, “I love you more.” 

“Tucker’s leftovers?” Dean asked in a hopeful tone as he broke the few moments of silence the two of you had shared as you stared into each other's eyes. The two of you didn't have to say anything else; your eyes told each other everything already. You laugh loudly at his words, of course he was thinking about food. 

Dean smiles big at the sound of your laugh, bringing one of his hands up to softly play with your hair. 

You place a soft kiss on the corner of his lips before you fully sit up, your eyes going down where the two of you meet. You raise your hips and watch as his now soft cock slips out of you, a groan leaving both of your lips at the feeling. A sigh escapes your lips at the feeling of your mixed cum dripping down your thighs. You look up at your boyfriend to see his eyes trained down at your messy cunt, softly biting his lip. 

You scoff playfully and nudge him with your knee, his eyes shooting up to yours with a cocky smirk, not shy at all that he got caught. You rolled your eyes in faux annoyance as you playfully corrected him, trying to sound stern, but your big smile betrayed your words. 

“Bath and then leftovers.” 

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You were sleeping peacefully to the sound of the thunderstorm and the feeling of your boyfriend's warm arm around you, until you felt his arm leave your waist and the bed shifting behind you. Over the past 30ish minutes, you could feel your restless boyfriend stir around behind you, but then he’d go still, making you believe he’d fallen back asleep. 

But then you heard that tired sigh leave Garrett’s lips, and you knew that sleep for him wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. 

You slowly turned your body to face him, the sheets ruffling with you. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you felt him adjust his arm that was under your head into a new position as he moved to lie on his back. You placed your hand on his chest as you tilted your head that was now resting on his shoulder to look up at him. He was so warm, your personal heater. 

Garrett looks down at you, smiling faintly at the cute, tired pout you had on your lips. His hair was messy from the tossing and turning he did; the smile on his lips didn't reach his eyes, and he looked tired. Your sleepy  whisper is filled with worry as you realize, “You haven’t slept?” 

“I’ve slept some.” His tongue matched yours, both tired. You frown and scoot closer to him, sitting up a little and leaning back on your elbow. You were worried; your boyfriend rarely had trouble sleeping, and when he did, it was because he had something on his mind. Almost always because of his Father. 

You look down at him, bringing your hand that rested on his chest up to softly brush some of his hair out of his face, his eyes fluttering closed at your soft touch. The pad of your thumb caresses his cheekbone as you ask, “What’s wrong, my love?” 

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about,” Garrett spoke in a soft, promising tone, his heart filling with warmth at the sweet nickname you called him. He didn't know why he was embarrassed to tell you the real reason why he couldn’t sleep, that the thunderstorm reminded him of his father.  

“Well, too bad because I’m worried, you need your rest.” You tried your best to sound stern, but it only made Garrett chuckle, finding it cute. You pout in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest; your complaints about him not taking you seriously came out muffled. Garrett wraps his arms around you, holding you close. 

“I’m alright, baby,” Garrett whispered before he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hands softly caressing your arms and back. A loud clap of thunder and lightning nearly shakes his room, and your boyfriend's reaction to the loud sound betrays his previous words. 

“Aw, gare, it's just a little thunder.” You tried your best to comfort him, softly caressing his cheek. His body trembled for a short moment from the hard flinch that went through his body. You have always been able to sleep through the thunderstorms, so you never noticed his fear until now. 

Garrett sighs but doesn’t pull away from your touch, instead leaning into it as he closes his eyes. His voice came out in a weak, embarrassed whisper, “Please don't baby me.” 

“Come on, we both know you like it when I baby you.” You whisper teasingly in his ear, eager to change the direction of the night. Your lips littered a soft trail of kisses down his neck and to his bare shoulder, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch. Garrett felt his breath hitch, his leg rubbing against yours at the feeling of your soft lips against him. 

“So responsive,” you got out between giggles as you fully sit up, you smile down at him sweetly when he pouts at the loss of feeling your lips on him. You trail your hand slowly down his bare chest, your eyes not leaving his as you feel the ridges of his abs and muscles flexing, you can feel his chest rise and fall faster. All because of your touch. 

Garrett’s eyes widened, and he quickly bit his bottom lip to hold back the groan he wanted to let out at the feeling of your finger dipping under the waistband of his sweatpants. Teasingly tracing the skin under. You were so close to where he wanted your touch the most, but so far at the same time, it was driving him crazy. 

“Babe.” Garrett groaned. Your poor boy was already so worked up. You pull your hand away, and you instead swing your leg over his waist, now straddling his lap. He immediately brings his hands to your bare thighs, caressing the soft skin. This was not how he envisioned the night to go, but he surely wasn’t complying. 

“C’mon, let me distract you.” You whispered seductively as you leaned down, and you placed your hands on the side of his head, softly gripping the pillow he was lying on. Your hair fell around you, hiding you and Garrett away in your own world. Garrett smiles big up at you and moves his hands up your side from your thighs to softly cup your cheeks and pull you down more, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. 

You flutter your eyes closed eagerly, kissing him back, your lips moving perfectly against his, taking the lead of the kiss, and Garrett was quick to follow. You gently nip his bottom lip, his mouth opening with a whine, and you take the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth. Garrett breaks the kiss for a second to let out a loud moan, his hands moving to hold your hips. You were absentmindedly grinding your hips against his, and it was starting to feel torturous for him in his now tight sweatpants. 

You let out a giggle when you now notice how hard he is under you, teasingly rubbing against him again, smirking when he lets out a throaty groan. Garrett holds your hips still and looks up at you with a smile, both of you panting against each other's lips. You watch as your boyfriend looks down at your lips, his eyes focused on your wet lips as he rubs his thumb against your bottom lip. The thunderstorm and torturous thoughts about his father were long gone. 

“This is going to be a long night,” Garrett whispers when he sees the desire in your eyes, and his words are confirmed by the lustful smirk you give him. 

“A pleasurable one” 

His breath hitched as you teasingly dragged your nails down his abs, teasingly dipping your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants and briefs. His hips can’t help but rise at the feeling. Garrett groans with a small pout as he clenches his abs, his hands squeezing your thighs. “Please don't tease.” 

“You're so pretty when you pout,” You whispered tauntingly as you looked down at him with your own pout. You didn’t know where this kick of dominance was coming from, but you were enjoying it. And Garrett would let you…well, for a little bit. He held his tongue as he looked up at you. He would let you enjoy this little power trip until he deemed it unnecessary. 

You leaned down and placed a quick, feather-light kiss on his lips, then to his collarbone and shoulder before you lifted off his lap and moved to lie on your stomach between his spread legs. Your hands slowly traveled down his legs and thighs with your movement. Garrett cleared his throat and sat up straighter against the headboard, seeing your pretty face, the smile on your lips so close to his bulge was too much for his mind to process. 

You kept your pretty eyes on him as you dipped your fingers under the waistbands of his sweatpants and briefs. The ache between your thighs made you give up on the slow teasing you wanted to put your boyfriend through. You pulled down his sweatpants and briefs in one swift pull with the help of him lifting his hips. His dick sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, your eyes lighting up at the sight. A mix of a hiss and a moan left his lips at the feeling  “Fuckk.” 

You reached forward and took him into your hands, a groan leaving his lips at the feeling of your soft hands tightly wrapped around his dick. You liked your lips, wetting them as you slowly moved your hand up and down. His hips couldn’t help but jerk up at the feeling of your thumb pressing against his sensitive tip, smearing his leaking precum. 

You rested your forearms on his thighs and gripped the base of his dick in one hand, the other hand resting on his abdomen, while you leaned down and took his throbbing tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, moaning at the taste of him. You looked up at him as you hollowed your cheeks, flattening your tongue under his dick before bobbing your head up and down. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” Garrett choked out between his moans, his hand coming down to tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear before making a makeshift pony, helping you bob your head up and down. Up and down and repeat. His jaw was slack as throat moans left his lips as you took him deeper in your mouth, you had no problem taking his hard length down your throat as your fingers dug into the skin of muscular thighs. 

A wince left his lips at the pleasurable sting from your nails, and he couldn’t help but lift his hips as a reaction, the muffled gag leaving your lips from the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat caused him to let out a loud whine. Tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip on your hair tightens. 

“Good girl,” he moaned, the praise going straight to your pussy. Garrett could stay like this for hours, his pretty girlfriend between his thighs for him, looking up at him with those eyes, your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, worshipping him. But he needed to feel your other lips wrapped around him. God, he couldn’t take it anymore; he needed more. 

Garrett sat up straighter and pulled your swollen lips off his dick by your hair with a loud wet pop. A confused whine leaves your lips, but you’re quickly shushed at the feeling of him wiping the spit of your lips with his thumb. Both of your chests were rising and falling with heavy breaths as you tried to catch your breath. Before you could ask why he made you stop, he was cupping your face with both hands and pulling you back up into his lap and into a wet and messy kiss. 

You moaned into his mouth, your tongues in an ongoing battle for dominance, you absentmindedly grind against him as you cupped his face to deepen the kiss. Garrett groaned into the kiss at the taste of himself on your tongue and the feeling of your panties brushing against his sensitive tip. 

You pulled away from the messy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Your hands moved to your hips, pulling off your shirt swiftly and tossing it somewhere in his room. Garrett moaned at the sight of your pretty tits out on full display for him. He brought his hands up to squeeze them in his palms, cooing, "There’s my pretty girls.” 

“Missed my girls so much fuckk” Garrett groaned with a smirk as he massaged your tits, whimpers leaving your parted lips when he started rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Fuck she's so responsive, he thought to himself with a smirk as he watched you moan and grind against him.

You gasped and softly tugged on the long hair at his nape when he leaned down and latched his hot mouth on one of your hardened and sensitive nipples, his tongue swirling around while pinching and playing with the other one. 

“Gare please,” You whined pitifully as your panties started to become uncomfortably wet, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable.  

Garrett chuckled darkly after he pulled away from your boob with a loud pop, both of his hands trailing down your body to roughly squeeze your ass and pull you flush against his chest. His large, warm hands caressed the soft skin of the inside and back of your thighs before playfully snapping the lace fabric against your skin with a loud snap! 

You gasped and jolted in his lap at the slight sting. 

Before you can open your mouth to complain about his teasing, he’s already sliding your panties down your thighs, groaning at the sight of the string of arousal connecting the damp panties and your pussy. You bit your lip in embarrassment, but the feeling didn't last long when your boyfriend whispered huskily in your ear, “God, that’s so fucking sexy.” 

“Gare pleaseee,” you whined in his ear. The feeling of your heavy breaths against his skin sent a chill down his spine, while the feeling of the tip of his dick brushing against your wet folds made your thighs twitch in anticipation, your patience running thin. 

“Oh? Begging already…where did my confident girl go, huh?” Garrett asked tauntingly as he gripped your waist with one hand while the other gripped your chin as he continued to tease you with his words, a smirk on his lips. 

“S’cute, you suck my dick, and now you're just a needy mess in my lap.” 

“Don’t be mean Gare” you pouted, your tone coming out in an eager whine. Your boyfriend chuckled and gripped your chin harder, teasingly dipping his thumb through your parted lips. You sighed impatiently and moved your hand between your bodies, grabbing his throbbing dick into your hand, tired of waiting. 

“What? I thought you liked it when I was a little me—holy fuck, babe!” A mixture of a deep moan and gasp left his lips at the feeling of you taking his dick into your soft hands again, guiding them through your slick folds. Small pants, leave your lips at the feeling, lifting your hips to line his sensitive tip to your entrance. 

“Mmfuckk,” you whimpered as you slowly sank down on him, your thighs aching from the slow pace. No matter how many times they fucked—Garrett’s dick would always be a big stretch. 

The muscles of his abs tensed and squeezed as he felt the velvety walls of your pussy sucking him in as you slowly sank, his eyes fluttering close for a few seconds and his jaw going slack, “yeah baby, just like that, takin’ me so well.” 

“Fucking hell, Gare,” You whined out as you lazily rested your forehead against the column of his neck, chills spreading across his skin at the feeling of your heavy breaths. You could smell his cologne, and you felt like you were in a daze as you started to roll your hips against him. You felt so full. 

Garrett softly rubbed your hips to help soothe the feeling of him stretching you out, kissing your temple as he grunted out, "Slowly, pretty girl, take your time.” 

You adjusted your knees at his sides so you could be in a better position, slowly moving up and down so your body could get used to him once again, slowly sinking down to engulf the thickness of it. Small gasps and moans leave your lips, greeting drowned out by the storm. Garrett dug his fingers into your waist as he helped guide you up and down, building a faster pace that had both of you moaning. 

“You’re so fucking big.” You let out a pretty little whine, making Garrett smirk. One of his hands moved from your waist and trailed up your back to grab your nape, pulling you away from his neck and into a passionate kiss. 

You moaned into the kiss, cupping his face with both hands and nipping on his bottom lip when he slowly pulled away from the messy kiss, whispering breathlessly against your lips, “You can take it, baby.” 

Your slick walls clamped around him with each roll of your hips; his large hands remained on your waist. Garrett’s eyes took in your glazed eyes, watching as your lips parted with pretty moans as you gyrated your hips faster. 

“Atta girl,” Garrett mumbled huskily with a moan, his tone low and encouraging, a proud smile on his face. Garrett moaned and looked down between the two of you, watching as he disappeared into you, over and over again. He lifted his hips to meet your movements, bucking up into you, moaning lowly as you rolled your hips faster. 

“Oh my god fuck.” You cried out between heavy breaths, the moans leaving your lips only turning him on more. Garrett felt like he was in a trance, his eyes glued to your bouncing tits, the sight making his dick twitch inside you and his mouth water. 

“God, you make the prettiest noises,” He groaned before he surged forward, taking one of your tits into his mouth, moaning around the skin as he continued to buck his hips up into you. 

“Yes, just like that!” You moaned loudly in pleasure, his thick length hitting your deepest spot with every powerful bounce. You braced yourself on your knees, feeling yourself get closer and closer to your peak. Garrett moaned loudly at you clamping down around him, pulling away from your tits to look up at you. 

You looked so enchanting like this, face twisted in pleasure as you tossed your head back, your neck looked so inviting for his mouth. You smirked at the fucked out look on your boyfriend's face, resting your forehead against his as you picked up your pace, your thighs trembling and aching. 

Garrett immediately noticed and held your thighs, helping you move up and down, staring into your glazed-over eyes. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure and the lewd, wet squelching noise of your arousal coating his dick. They could barely hear the storm. 

“Oh, love,” you moaned breathlessly, tangling your fingers in the hair at his nape. Your boyfriend knew that moan; you were close. He held your body with one arm while he moved the other hand down between them, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions, wanting to make your orgasm even more intense. 

His voice cracked as he panted against your lips, “Together?” You whined in pleasure, eagerly nodding in agreement. 

His eyes remained on you. He loved the way you looked right now, so lost in pleasure, your face contorted in ecstasy. Your hair was a mess, sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead. Your body moved so beautifully. 

“I-I’m gonna cum” You mewled, your nails scratching into his shoulder blades, leaning down to press your chest flush against him. Despite your legs feeling like jelly, you continued to chase your releases, moving up and down, their sweaty bodies sticking together. 

“Holy fuck, you feel like heaven.” Garrett’s deep grunts and moans were hypnotizing, pushing you even closer to the edge. He felt your walls flutter around him, knowing you were moments away from climax. 

He increased the pressure of his thumb on your clit, his other arm pulling you down against him harder. He grunts out desperately, “C’mon baby—mm’fuck cum with me.” 

“Garrett!” You cried out, the coil in your stomach finally snapping, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through your body, your nails engraving small crescents into his skin. Garrett groaned, feeling your walls clamp and convulse around him, his abs tense at the familiar feeling of his release. 

He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, slamming into your sweet spots as he chased his. 

“mm—fuck!” his mouth dropped open with a loud moan as he released deep inside you, thrusting into you a few more times before it got too much. Your head fell forward onto his shoulder, a choked-out moan leaving your lips at the feeling of him filling you up with his seed. The two of them sat there in silence, tangled in each other's arms as they slowly came down from their highs. 

“You okay, baby?” Garrett asked softly between his heavy breaths, holding your face gently in his hand as he stared into your pretty eyes. You smiled tiredly and softly brushed your nose against his before resting your forehead back against his sweaty shoulder. “Yeah, m’perfect” 

“You did so good” Garrett placed soft kisses along the side of your face, one of his hands gently brushing your hair out of your face while the other rubbed your back soothingly. You hummed tiredly and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, pulling him into a lazy hug. 

You placed soft kisses on the little marks on his shoulders from your nails, whispering sweet praises against his hot skin. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before he carefully lifted your hips so he could slip out of you with no discomfort, only a little whimper. 

Neither of you cared about the mess between you yet. 

Your body melted into your boyfriend as he carefully maneuvered the two of you into a more comfortable position in his bed. He held your trembling body close. His strong arms were wrapped around you protectively as you both lay on your side facing each other, legs tangled together under the blanket. Your head was perfectly tucked under his chin, bare chests pressed against each other. 

His body and mind were too tired to flinch or notice the loud storm that continued. All he could focus on was the feeling of you pressed against him, the soft breaths you were letting out against his chest. Garrett smiled sleepily into your hair as he felt you slowly fall asleep in his arms. Your hand that was soothingly caressing his back went limp. He placed a long but soft kiss on the top of your head as he whispered tiredly, “Thank you.” 

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“You were talking to her! And you were smiling!” You shouted, your words coming out slurred from all the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night with your friends. You had your arms crossed, and you were swaying on your feet as you tried your best to glare at your boyfriend, who was standing across from you in his dorm room. Your glare was more adorable than angry. 

“I was being polite! She was asking for suggestions on how to get her and her girlfriend home,” Logan voiced loudly, emphasizing the girlfriend part. The whole ride back from Malone’s, you were giving the silent treatment, leaving Logan to sit there as he tried not to let it affect him, reminding himself that his adorable and dramatic girlfriend was very much drunk. 

The two of you had been at Malone’s with your group of friends for karaoke night. You had been dancing with Allie and Hannah when you noticed your boyfriend talking to another girl at the counter. You didn’t like how close she stood to him, and you hated even more that he had a smile on his face. Your mind was too clouded with all the fruity drinks you had with Hannah to notice how it was just him being polite. 

Now the two of you stood in his dorm room, your clothes and shoes thrown over his floor as you wore one of his shirts that was definitely on backwards, you swore that you didn't need his help to change. Logan nearly had a heart attack at the sight of you almost tripping over your own feet as you pulled off your shirt, too drunk to stand still. Logan was still in the clothes he wore out, too focused on defusing the situation to change. 

“She stood too close to you, and you didn't even care.” Your voice was much softer this time, your throat hurting from all the screaming and singing you had done tonight with your friends. You blame it on Allie. Your clearly altered mind started to play tricks on you as your imagination went wild; you couldn’t help but tear up. 

“You’re the most jealous woman I know!’ Logan threw his head up as he shook his head in disbelief before resting his hands on his hips. He wasn't upset with you by any means; he was just tired and strangely very entertained. How did he get himself into this situation? Logan clearly didn't notice your watery eyes because if he did, he would never have raised his voice. 

“You know other women?” Your whisper came out small and pitiful, tears slowly rolling down your face and mixing with your mascara as your arms fell at your sides in dramatic defeat. 

Logan’s shoulders sank as he sighed. His poor girl was just way too drunk to fully understand what was happening and her feelings. He stepped towards you and was quick to pull you into his arms for a hug that both of you desperately needed. “Aw, baby.” 

“Pretty, you are the only woman for me,” Logan whispered sweetly as he held you close to his chest. He felt you melt into your arms at his reassuring words, wasting no time to wrap your arms tightly around his waist. 

“Promise?” You sniffled, your voice coming out muffled from your face being pressed against his chest, but Logan heard you just fine. You closed your eyes, you felt so tired all of a sudden, and the safety and warmth of your boyfriend's arms were not helping you want to stay awake. 

“I promise pretty.” He promises as he rubbed your back softly, a small smile forming back on his lips when he notices your sniffles quiet down and stop. After a couple of minutes, you lift your head up to look at him, your chin resting on his chest. Logan smiled fondly and leaned down to softly peck the tip of your nose before placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

His thumbs softly wiped away your tears and traces of mascara on your pretty face. He spoke quietly with a grin, seeing the tiredness in your eyes. “Now, let's go to the bathroom, you forgot to take your makeup off on your left side.” 

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