·.·★ A Slow Morning... ★·.·
Jordan Huxhold x Fem!reader
summary: a slow morning with Jordan after a night out
warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, pet names, kissing, smut! (18+) | soft!dom Jordan, unprotected p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie
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You’re awoken by the distant sound of the coffee machine in the kitchen, the familiar buzz causing you to stir in the sheets. A soft groan erupts from your lips as your eyes attempt to adjust to the sunlight pouring in from the bedroom’s large windows.
You turn over in your position on your side and reach your arm out, searching for the comfort of your boyfriend when the only thing your fingertips reach is the comforter. You pout when you realize he had already gotten up; you always enjoyed cuddling with him in the mornings, but you knew Jordan always needed his coffee in the mornings, especially after last night.
The two of you had joined Payton and Alicia at a party, which may have resulted in indulging in a few-too-many shots, explaining the dull headache you still had the next morning. You can faintly remember dancing, forcing Jordan to move to the music despite his adamant protest. You can also remember when you pulled him into the bathroom, practically forcing yourself on him. Even if the alcohol made the night blurry in hindsight, you can vividly remember how his tongue tasted against yours: like vodka and something sickeningly sweet.
You were drifting back off to sleep when the smell hit your senses… freshly brewed coffee. A sigh escaped you when you accepted it was time to get up. Your limbs seem to protest, an ache wracking your body. You push past the exhaustion and don’t bother changing out of the t-shirt you were wearing that barely reached your hips before padding through the door. You grab your glasses and slip them lazily on, too tired to put in your contacts yet.
Jordan always loved when you wore your glasses, never failing to gawk at you when you put them on before bed. Sometimes you’d wear them around the house on the weekends and the day would always end with Jordan’s head between your legs.
You blink a few times, adjusting to the light as your hair falls around your face in disarray. You stop in your tracks, however, when you see your boyfriend standing at the kitchen counter. He was shirtless, his tattoos on full display and his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was messy, too, and it reminds you of when you were running your fingers through his curls the night before, the cold wall of the bar bathroom sending shivers down your spine as he pressed you against it.
It took him a second to realize you were there, but as soon as he noticed you, a soft smile spread across his face. You smiled back lazily, walking over to him until you could feel him towering over you. He was making the two of you coffee, making sure to add extra sugar to yours, just the way you liked it. You practically collapse against his chest, your head pressing against the star tattoo on his sternum. A chuckle radiates through his chest, and you can feel it rattle through your body, too. His arms wrap around your waist and bunch up your t-shirt around you, his chin resting atop your head. You inhaled his scent, fresh linen, and something inherently Jordan filled your senses.
“Good morning, sleepy girl.” He says, his deep morning voice sounding way more sultry than it should.
You hum in response, nuzzling further into his chest. He responds by running his large hand up and down your back, from the top of your spine down to the dimples of your lower back. His hand paused after a moment to rest at your waist, using his grip to pull you closer against his front.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, his sweet tone making you want to never leave his arms.
Your answer comes in small kisses against his bare chest, your tongue tracing the dark ink that littered his body like a piece of art you could spend the rest of your life staring at. You felt him tense at the contact before relaxing into your touch. You kissed your way up to his neck and chose a spot to focus on, determined to mark him like he had done to you the night before. The deep purple bruises were still visible on your neck and collarbone.
He groaned as you continued, his arm sliding up to your back as he tilted his head to give you better access. Your bodies fit against each other perfectly.
When you finally pull away, it takes Jordan a second to adjust to the loss of your lips on his body, and he seems a bit disappointed when you step away to grab your coffee. He watches as you sip it slowly, the warmth of the liquid coursing through your veins as you speak. You sigh, satisfied, and walk carefully over to the couch. You looked so serene cuddling up in your blanket, coffee in hand, looking through the window into the early morning sights of LA.
You toss your messy hair into an even messier bun and turn back to Jordan, your gaze meeting his broad shoulders as he faces the counter. A moment later he turns and walks toward you. You feel his weight sink into the cushions, and it comforts you knowing that he’s right next to you and that he always will be.
Even after such a long night, Jordan still looked perfect. He looked tired, but not in a bad way. His hair was a bit messier than normal, his stubble a bit longer, but it only made you love him more, seeing him like this. He was all yours.
His adorableness was only added to when he slipped on his reading glasses and opened his book. He’d been reading that specific novel for over a week now, insisting it was the best book he’d ever read and that you should definitely read it after he’s done.
His glasses sat so perfectly on his sculpted nose, framing his blue eyes beautifully.
You set your mug down on the coffee table and crawl over to his lap, situating yourself on top of him. The blanket made its way over with you and you used it to encase to the two of you together in your own little world. Your hips straddles his as you nuzzled into him once more. He was in the middle of drinking his coffee and reading, but you didn’t care.
“Baby—” he says, his tone carrying disbelief and amusement.
You wrap your arms around his neck and position your head on his shoulder, close enough for him to feel your breath on his face. “I wanna be closer to you."
He offers a small, breathy laugh in response, and you can hear him set down his drink and novel before returning your embrace.
The two of you lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms for a while, just enjoying one of the rare moments you get to be completely alone on a morning like this.
The scratchy texture of Jordan’s facial hair brushes your cheek and neck, but you don’t mind. You remember all those months ago when you first told Jordan to grow it out, insisting on how sexy he would look. Needless to say, he won’t be going back anytime soon.
You feel his calloused hands squeeze your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. In the action, the collar of your worn-out shirt slips down your shoulder, the fabric easily manipulated after being stretched out over the years. He responds by peppering slow kisses over your shoulder until you shiver at the contact. That doesn’t stop him though; he continues until he’s made his way up your neck to your jaw, and that’s when his kisses grow hungrier.
He focuses on the base of your jaw, right when the bone meets below your ear, and it almost ruins you. Jordan always liked to do that, pushing you to your limits until you couldn't take it anymore.
Your head falls back as your mouth opens slightly, his tongue tracing the vein in your neck. You can sense when he goes over a mark he made last night from how your body shutters at the sensation, and you already know that Jordan is smirking against your skin.
He loved leaving little marks on your skin, as if he were claiming you as his own and trying to keep everyone else away. You never minded, though, because you often left your own little red and purple bruises on him when you pleased.
“J…” you mumble, finding yourself beginning to squirm in his lap. The rate of your breathing increases, along with your heartbeat.
He finally pulls away from your neck, a small trail of saliva left on your body. He looks at your reddened neck, the fallen hairs from your bun, and the way your chest rises and falls, and he can’t think of a more perfect sight.
His eyes flicker across your face, and all he wants to do is touch you. “So pretty for me…"
Despite your relationship that has lasted several years, he never failed to make you nervous with his deep stare. It makes you feel self-conscious yet so loved at the same time.
You eventually peel away your gaze, his eyes boring into you. Instead, you roll off of his lap and lie back on the couch perpendicular to him, your legs replacing your previous position on his lap. Your eyelids flutter closed, trying to piece together your composure after being completely consumed by Jordan’s grasp.
That is, until you feel the man beside you shift, placing his hands on your calves. Your eyes peek open and you might immediately with the sight of Jordan in front of you, running his hands up your legs until they reach your knees.
And that’s when he slowly separates your limbs, settling between your open legs like it’s second nature. Your eyes widen when you realize what he’s doing.
Your heart skips a beat when you see him smirk up at you through his curls, his breath fanning over where you need him the most. Heat floods your face and probably the rest of your body, but all you can focus on is how close he is to you. Your body. Your core.
You watch with bated breath as he hooks his finger beneath the elastic of your panties, peeling them off teasingly slowly as he maintains eye contact. His lips form small kisses along your inner thigh, making you shiver.
“Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good,” he mutters before finally reaching your pussy, licking a long and slow stripe across your slit. You’re surprised by the pressure, and you whimper when he begins probing his tongue inside of you.
He pulls weak and desperate moans from your parted lips, knowing exactly how to pleasure you.
He has to physically hold your legs apart to stop you from wanting to squeeze your thighs together. The room fills with the sounds of Jordan’s tongue inside of you along with the lewd pants that erupt from you.
You tangle your fingers in his soft curls as he sucks on your clit, looking straight into your eyes as you cum in his mouth.
“Oh my god, Jordan, please!” You mutter desperately as he pushes you over the edge. Even after your shaking orgasm comes to an end, he continues to make out with your pussy, savoring every second.
A shock wave travels through your body, rendering you helpless for the moments following your release. Jordan travels up your body, placing a slow kiss on your lips, ensuring you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Good girl,” he says with a satisfied smile, proud to be the one to do this to you. Your heart skips a beat at his words combined with the hard pressure of his cock pressing against you. The weight of his desire sends another wave of arousal through you, and you can’t help but long for him once more.
Your foreheads press against each other, your breaths mingling between your bodies.
“Please…” you whisper, struggling to find your voice. Your hands reach down and tug at the waistband of his gray sweatpants, signaling the subject of your desire.
“Use your words, baby. What do you want?” He says it seemingly sincerely, but you can tell he’s trying to tease you, to punish you for your sudden inability to speak.
He attempts to add to your distress by running his finger along your entrance, still waiting for your response.
“I want you inside me, please.” You beg, squeezing yourself around his waist, attempting to relieve the growing pressure between your legs.
“See? That was easy, wasn’t it, pretty girl?” You hear his words, but you struggle to grasp them because you’re distracted by the loss of his fingers on you. He instead uses them to slip off his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his leaking cock. It slaps against his stomach, right against the small patches of hair tracing a line up his abdomen.
He watches as your gaze is glued to his arousal, watching impatiently for him to fuck you. He crawls back on top of you seconds later, lining himself up with your entrance.
He says nothing as he slowly pushes inside of you, your walls offering a bit of resistance before relenting to his size. You lock eyes with him as both of your mouths fall open. He releases a soft groan as he bottoms out, pausing as you both adjust. You reach up and catch his lips in a messy kiss, suddenly overwhelmed with love for this man. Your lips mold together as your tongues explore each other’s mouths. Jordan pulls out slowly before filling you up again, making you both pull away at the sensation.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby—” he groans under his breath, like he has to make a conscious effort to maintain his composure. Instead of replying, you instead use your heels to push his hips down against yours. In doing so, he reaches a new, deep spot within you, tightening the growing knot within you.
Jordan establishes a slow pace of thrusts, ensuring you feel every inch of him inside of you. He applies delicious pressure to your clit as he presses his body firm against yours with every movement he makes. Your lips rarely leave his as he fucks you against the couch, wanting to feel every part of him.
He increases his pace a bit, chasing his approaching release. As he gets faster, you find yourself squeezing around him, only spurring him on further.
“Please, cum for me, baby… I want it inside of me,” you urge, wanting him to mark you as his in any way possible. You cut yourself off with a moan, your second orgasm not far behind.
“Fuck,” he mutters with a slight shake in his voice, his thrusts becoming sloppier until he slams into you. He shutters as he spills inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. The sensation sends you over the edge with him, clenching around him as your juices mix with his.
He pumps in and out a few more times, riding out your orgasms before pulling out slowly. You whimper as he moves, the overstimulation rendering you incredibly sensitive. Jordan watches in awe as his cum drips out of you, and it's suddenly the dirtiest thing he’s ever seen.
His arms rub up and down your legs, admiring your current state. Your arms fall useless by your head, your shirt bunched up at your chest. He reaches down and places a delicate kiss on your right nipple, feeling your heartrate spike immediately after.
Your hands reach up and frame his sharp jaw, rubbing your thumb against his cheek. You pull him down against your lips in a bruising kiss, finding no other method suitable to express your love in that moment.
His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against him.
Oh how you cherish mornings like these.
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a/n: i hope my fellow jordan lovers enjoy this one! feel free to send requests for jordan or any other character i write for :)
