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Of course, it was during the heat wave when the power decided to go out. Leaving you and Leon to suffer in the heat.
You push Leon away, "the powers out, and it's hot, I'm not cuddling with you."
A frown forms on Leon's face as he looks at you, "Heats never stopped you before."
"That's when we had air-conditioning and fans. You're like a furnace, Leon." You get off the bed.
"Where are you going," Leon grabs your arm, pulling you back to bed. You push him away again, "to see if we still have that battery-powered fan in the closet."
"Wait," Leon gets off the bed, standing behind you, his hands on your sides, "I'll look with you."
"Get your warm hands off me, Leon."
~
I think Leon would be the type to run really hot, especially in the summer, but I'm tired of summer!!! Give me cool temperatures right now!!!
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you cry out as your nails dig into the meat of pope's biceps. he's got you out by the pool again, nearly breaking the chair beneath the two of you as he pounds into you like an animal.
"hah- a-ahh."
that's the closest thing to a word he could even get out when he was buried deep inside you, especially at an angle like this. your knees were pushed back as far as they could go against your chest while he leans all of his weight into every last thrust.
"don't stop, andy."
you gaze up at him, completely enamored by the way he managed to look even more fucked out than you did. guess this is exactly what happens when the two of you end up alone at smurf's house while his brothers do god knows what.
little baby drabble while i'm in the midst of a writing funk... hope you all liked it :3 love you lotssss <333
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summary: you and titus grew up together, he's never been more than your best friend's annoying brother...but all that changes one night
content/warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet names, death, murder, human sacrifice, no age gap, mean titus, no use of y/n NSFW + MDNI! 18+ ONLY!
wc: 2.5k
notes: I love age gaps but I've been thinking of cocky, baby Titus for a minute. I also have a med school Jack Abbot piece I'm drafting, so idk what this says about me rn...this is short and hasn't been proofed
You have known Titus Danforth your entire life. Not by choice, of course. Your family was a part of The Council, just like the Danforths. So you spent most of your childhood ushered into rooms as rituals happened unbeknownst to you or the Danforth twins.
You and Ursula immediately became best friends as toddlers. But Titus...well...Titus was huffy. He didn't like sharing his toys or his sister. And you didn't want to play with boys away.
You spent every winter and summer break at the Danforth Lodge. It was the perfect place for kids to play, explore and flex their imagination.
Titus was just an annoyance for most of your life. Tailing around sulking after you and Ursula. But it was helpful to have a boy sometimes. Especially when you needed someone to play the baby when you were playing families. He was also a great bodyguard at teenage parties.
But Titus was just...there...Until your eighteenth year. You hadn't seen the Danforth twins since last summer, and now you were here for your initiation ritual. Your first hunt. To see if you had what it took to truly join The Council now that you were an adult.
You and the Danforth twins had turned eighteen that year, so you were all three taking part in the hunt. Years ago, The Council would have a hunt every time a member of the family turned eighteen. But it was risky to have people going missing multiple times a year. So now it was just one big hunt to mark the children entering adulthood.
You and Ursula are gossiping, admiring each other's hunting outfits. You've been training for the past 12 months for this. However, Ursula and Titus have been training their entire lives for this. Your eyes flick up when the door opens, and you see Titus enter. He's grown into his frame, and he gives you a cocky smirk.
You can feel your cheeks flush, but you ignore him immediately.
When the sound of the hunting horn goes off, the three of you scatter. You know Titus and Ursula will help each other; you're not stupid. But you don't do badly, yourself. You return to the house as the sun begins to rise, content with how you did. You captured your prey and brought them to the ritual space. Let The Council sacrifice them.
Your eyes flick up when the door opens, and there stands Titus Danforth, blood covering his face and splashing down his neck. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the top now. And you can see the light reflecting off his silver chain. You can feel a heat form between your legs for the first time when you look at Titus. The boy who pushed you off a swing when you were seven and pulled your pigtails all summer when you were nine.
He can see the blush on your face. And he just gives you his new cocky smirk. He was never cocky before. He was unsure of himself. Clearly, him coming into his looks has done wonders for his self-esteem. He throws a wink your way before leaving.
Titus Danforth is under your skin. And you can't act on it. You refuse to give him the satisfaction that summer of flirting with him. But you try to wear your sexiest bikinis around him when you spend time at the lake. You ask him to put SPF on your back in places you can't reach. This all backfires for you because his touch sends sparks right to your core. And Titus is unmoved by your skimpy swimwear or the touch of your soft skin.
Anyway, Titus always seems to have a new girl hanging off him at beach parties, at bonfires, at anything. You walk into the library one rainy afternoon to get a new book and find Titus pressing some pretty redhead up against the shelves. Your eyes go wide, and you can't help the gasp that falls from your lips. The noise stops Titus and the pretty girl he is tangled around. He pulls back, seeing you and gives you his now signature cocky smirk.
You scurried off and decided that you simply would not be putting up with this crush anymore. You head off to college and forget about Titus Danforth. Until you see him for Winter Break. He's even more handsome than you remember him in summer. How can knitwear be so erotic?
One evening, you're curled up by the fire in the library reading a book by candlelight when Titus walks in. His face is illuminated by the flames in the room and he looks like sin personified. When he walks towards you, your heart starts racing. And when he leans over you, you think you're about to pass out. His silver chain dangles in front of your face. You stretch up, parting your lips, but his lips don't brush yours. No, he leans past you to grab his cigar box.
You can't hide the embarrassed blush that colours your face and Titus can't hide the self-assured smirk that pulls on his lips. He knows what you thought was going to happen. He gives you a once-over and then leaves the room. You're ashamed, and you can't face the Danforths again.
In fact, it was enough to have you applying to study abroad programmes. So you had an excuse not to come to parties or hunts or anything where you would run into Titus Danforth.
When you finish your undergrad and your post-grad, you have no choice but to return home. The Council is uneasy that you haven't joined them in almost five years. And your parents make you aware of this. You are the heir. You have to be seen to be an active participant.
But you're older, you're wiser. Titus Danforth won't have any effect on you. You promise yourself. And Ursula has been begging you to stay the summer with them.
So you arrive for the Summer Solstice ritual with your bags and Ursula races over to meet you. She wraps her arms around you.
"I missed you so much. I can't believe you just disappeared off the face of the earth for five years!" she cries.
"But I'm here now. For the whole summer," you remind her.
When you enter the den where people are mingling before you enter the sacred space. You can feel eyes on you. You turn to find Titus watching you. He's dressed head to toe in black, that stupid silver chain reflecting the light and he's nursing a whiskey.
"He's in a bad mood," Ursula tells you when she notices where your gaze has gone. "His latest girlfriend dumped him! He's never been dumped before."
You smirk and nod your head. Well, he deserves to be knocked down a peg or two. You head down to the sacred space where the sacrifice has already been prepared. The Danforth twins' father is doing the sacrifice as always. It's been a while since you've seen one. You put on your cloak and mask and take your spot on Titus' left hand side. Ursula is on his right. You have known your spots since you were children, preparing for this unknowingly for years.
You stand and watch the proceedings. But when the seemingly drugged man lunges up from the stone altar, you jump, your hand reaching out to grab Titus'. Your hand grips onto his rough one. You both look at each other, eyes wide before dropping your touch before you can think too much about it.
You manage to avoid him for the rest of the night. You were embarrassing. You were a member of The Council, you shouldn't be jumping at a sacrifice.
"Thought I'd find you in here," you hear.
You turn and see Titus standing in the doorway of the library where you had hidden yourself from the festivities.
"Always bumping into you in here," he says as prowls towards you.
You don't know why but you find yourself stepping back until your back is pressed against the bookcases. Titus is standing in front of you now. You can see all his freckles on his still boyish face.
"What do you want?" you ask him, trying to hide the shake in your voice.
He smirks and shakes his head, "Nothing, little lamb. Just needed a book."
He reaches up above you, pressing himself closer to you. His lips ghost over your cheek as he does so. Teasing you, watching you with a self-satisfied smirk as your chest rises and falls in excitement.
"Good night," he tells you as he leaves you unable to move.
But two of you can play these games. And while your tiny bikinis didn't move him when you were teenagers. You have filled out with soft curves and you notice how Titus tilts his sunglasses down when he sees you walk down the pier at the lake in a bikini that leaves little to the imagination.
You play this cat and mouse game for weeks. Tiny bikinis, short skirts, Titus brushes against you in the hallways, fixing strands of hair. But neither of you is going to break first.
That is, until Ursula throws a party with her friends from business school. Titus hates these pomped up assholes. They think they have power and they're completely clueless about real power. He's holding a beer when he sees you and your stupid minidress dancing with one of those assholes. His eyes watch as the other man's hands drag up and down your sides until they find a home on the swell of your ass. If Titus had less self-restraint, he would have ripped this guy's head off.
But he's been working on his self-restraint. He really has. That's why he waits until the next day to hunt you down. It's not hard to find you. When Ursula isn't around, you're usually holed up reading in the library or reading on the pier at the lake. But with the party last night, he knows you'll be inside.
He watches you from the doorway as you read, curled up on the couch. You're only wearing an oversized t-shirt. Is that his? He puffs his chest out when he realises it is. He's always wanted you. But you've just seen him as a nuisance. And when you suddenly realised that he wasn't just your best friend's annoying brother, he wasn't going to give you that satisfaction.
No he was going to make you work for it. Unfortunately, you disappeared for five years. And now he was desperate.
When he pushes into the room, you sigh and put your book down.
"I'm not playing games with you, Ti," you snap, standing up.
He smirks and shakes his head, crowding you once again back to the bookshelves.
"Did you have fun last night?" he asks you, brushing your hair out of your face.
"Fuck off. You come to rub in my face you had a threesome or some shit?" you hit out.
"Oh is my little lamb jealous?" he asks. "I like your shirt, by the way."
His fingers pluck at the fabric and you go red when you realise it's his.
"That asshole didn't satisfy you? Or else you'd be wearing his clothes."
"Oh piss off, Titus!" you snarl, pushing at his chest.
He catches your wrists and stops you.
"The thing is, no one is ever gonna satisfy you. Cos you're made for me."
His tone makes you shiver and squeeze your legs together. Your eyes flick up to him and you gasp when you see they're practically black.
"You jealous, Ti?" you breathe.
You're the only person who calls him anything other than Titus. And he loves it.
He lets go of your hands so he can slide his hands down to your thighs and he hoists you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel how hard he already is.
"All that for me?" you coo, a bit cruelly now.
He buries his face in your neck, kissing at it. You gasp out when you feel him bit down, hard enough that you're sure he draws blood.
"You belong to me," he hisses then as pulls away to look at you. He grabs your hair and pulls your face to his.
You had imagined your first kiss with Titus Danforth for a while now. You never expected it to be sweet, no that wasn't his style. But you didn't expect it to be so violent. Your teeth are crash against each other, you can taste blood from the pulling at lips. And it all feels so fucking good.
You're pulling at his t-shirt, wanting to feel him. Feel him inside you now. He's grunting at how you roll your hips.
"Get yourself off on me, little lamb. Make that slutty pussy cum and then I'll fuck you," he demands as he pulls your shirt off.
He grunts when he sees you're not wearing a bra under the t-shirt. He ducks his need to suckle at your nipple as you do as he says. You're bucking you hips wildly against his belt buckle. Your nails dig into his freckled shoulders and you cum with a cry.
It's enough to have Titus popping off your tit and ripping your panties off you.
"So fuckin' wet for me, little lamb," he grunts as he undoes his jeans.
He's inside you within seconds, slamming into your weeping cunt, making books fall off the shelves. Your cries of pleasure fill his ears and spur him on more.
"Fuck!" he hisses. He can't get deep enough like this.
Without pulling out he all but slams the two of you onto the carpeted floor. He brings your knees up to your chest as he fucks you like a man possessed. And truly, you're not sure he's not.
His silver chain dangles in your face as he thrusts into you with an uneven rhythm.
He's chasing his high now. Desperate to cum in you. Fill you with his seed. He kisses sloppily down your neck and to your tits. He covers your skin with bites and hickies.
He dips his rough hand between you as he slams into you so hard you know he'll leave bruises. His fingers tease your clit and you're cumming crying out his name. He follows you over the edge, hips rolling in aborted thrusts as ropes of cum coat your walls.
Sex with Titus is addicting. You spend the rest of the summer sneaking off to fuck. When summer comes to an end, a part of you thinks that this is it. A summer fling.
But Titus asks you to stay. Drops down on one knee with a dramatic ruby ring. His mother's.
No one knows that you've spent every night in his bed for the summer. So when you meet for the Winter Solsitice and take your place on Titus' right side, Ursula pauses.
"Honey, wrong side," she tells you with a smile.
You shake your head and look at Titus, before moving your left hand to show the ruby ring on your finger.
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by taking people where they needed to go. It wasn't a luxurious life, but it was enough. I was proud that I could provide for myself and look toward the future with hope.
Shortly before the war began, I got married. My wife and I dreamed of building a peaceful life together, but those dreams were shattered almost overnight.
The war took everything from us. Our home was destroyed, and the car that was my only source of income was lost. In a matter of days, I went from being able to support my family to having nothing.
Today, my wife and I live in a tent. Even the small piece of land where our tent stands is not free, and the landowner asks us to pay rent every month. We struggle every day to find food, clean water, and the basic necessities of life.
My name is Adham, and before the war, I lived a simple but happy life. I worked as a driver with my own car, earning an honest living by tak
As if losing everything wasn't enough, I was seriously injured during the war. A bullet struck my chest, and it still remains inside my body. I need surgery to remove it, but the operation costs far more than I could ever afford. Every day I live with pain and uncertainty, knowing that I cannot pay for the treatment I need.
I also had a fundraising campaign in the past, but unfortunately, I never received the support that was collected for me because I was deceived by the person managing the campaign. After that painful experience, I am now searching for a trustworthy person who can help me create and manage a new fundraising campaign so I can finally receive the support my family urgently needs.
I am asking for your help with humility and hope. Whether you can help by creating a fundraiser, donating, or simply sharing my story, your support could truly change our lives. Your kindness will help us cover our basic living expenses, pay the rent for the land where our tent stands, buy food and other essentials, and, most importantly, give me a chance to receive the surgery I desperately need.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time to read my story and for standing with my family during the hardest time of our lives. Your kindness gives us hope that we are not alone.
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Sammys wife who takes sexy Polaroids of herself and sneakily puts them in Sammy’s wallet before he leaves 4 work 👀?
sammy had been an officer long enough to know when something was out of place. it was part of his job. when a chair was moved slightly from where it originally sat, when a door that should be locked was left unlocked, when his favorite coffee cup was sat on the opposite side of the desk, when a photograph had been tucked into his wallet. the last one was the first clue that you were up to something.
it was early in the morning, sammy stood before the large mirror in your shared bedroom as you laid still asleep in the bed. he was buttoning the last button of his uniform shirt, running his hands over it a few times to remove the wrinkles. he checked his reflection again, eyes scanning over everything to make sure he didn't miss anything. he pulled his wallet out next, every morning being sure he had his license and credit cards. it was a typical routine that never changed for him. something was different this time. a small white corner stuck out slightly from behind his license, his eyebrows immediately furrowed in confusion. he didn't put anything there.
as he pulled the corner, his eyes widened a little, jaw clenching tightly at the sight of the photo that now was between his two fingers. he glanced back at the bed to make sure you were still asleep before he was bringing the picture closer to inspect it. there you were sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in the lingerie set he had bought you for your first wedding anniversary. he remembered back to when you both giggled and laughed as you opened it, taking it more as a joke than serious. this wasn't a joke. you weren't even doing anything particularly scandalous in the photo. you were just looking at the camera with that big playful smile like you knew what his reaction would be. on the bottom in your pretty hand writing it read 'have a good shift, i love you' he swallowed hard as he shoved the photo back into his wallet, quietly making his way over to the bed to press a soft kiss to your head as to not wake you before he was making his way out the door, the image of you burned fresh on his mind.
the morning felt like it was dragging as he sat at his desk, his second cup of coffee already gone. all he wanted to do was come home to you. the buzz of his phone in his pocket snapped him from his thoughts, hand reaching into the jacket when he froze. no way. he slowly pulled the photo out, lip immediately going between his teeth as he stared at it. you again. this one was different. a different lingerie set, but now you were stood in front of the mirror, bent slightly so your tits were on full display. 'you didn't think there was only one, did you?' he read at the bottom, a small laugh leaving his lips. "what's got you so giddy?" nate spoke from beside him, sammy quick to shove the photo back in his wallet. "just something funny," sammy mumbled, a shrug of his shoulders as he pulled his phone out, immediately pulling your contact up. he could feel nate's stare on him, probably thinking he had gone crazy but he couldn't care less.
two?
you smiled at the text that came through, a small laugh leaving your lips as you stared at the phone. he was staring intently at his phone, the little text bubbles from you appearing and disappearing over and over. he knew you were trying to come up with some witty reply and it only made him smile more.
you haven't found them all.
was all your reply said, sammy quick to huff and grab at his hair again. you always liked playing little jokes on him, but this felt like a cruel torturous prank. he dug around in his bag, sure that you had probably slipped one in there. nothing. he flipped through his wallet again, nothing. he felt like he was truly going crazy. the rest of the day was spent checking anything he knew you could get your hands on, his stomach filled with adrenaline. when he finally found the third one shoved deep into the center console of his car, he called you. "i win, i found the third one," he smirked into the phone as he began the drive back to your house. his eyebrows furrowed at the loud laugh that left your lips through the phone. after you had finally quit your giggling, you spoke simply, "there's four," before the phone clicked.
the front door to your house opened and slammed that evening, a wide smile on your face as you laid in the bed waiting for him. "you're missing something," you hummed as he came into the bedroom, the top buttons of his uniform already undone as he stared at you. "where is it?" he huffed, his poor cheeks pink and his bottom lip pouted slightly. you couldn't help but giggle at his frustration, shrugging your shoulders. "find it." he was quick to immediately begin digging through the dressers, the closet, the nightstand. anywhere he thought you might put it was completely empty. you could tell his frustration was growing, his hands shoving back into both pockets this time.
his face immediately softened, an evil smirk spreading across his lips as he pulled the fourth photo from the opposite pocket of where he looked this morning. "you made me search all day," he mumbled, eyes immediately fixated on the photo of you. this one was much different. your face wasn't shown, but he would know your body anywhere. you were laid out on the bed, completely naked this time which had him groaning. "you're a cop, should know to look more thoroughly," you teased him, sammy tossing the polaroid on the dresser before he was climbing onto the bed to hover over you. "and you're trouble. teasing me all day," he sighed, forehead coming to rest against yours. "you married trouble."
Sammy calling you his “sweet girl” because you taste so sweet to him...💚 / 18+ / MDNI!
“Can I taste you? Right now? Please, baby...it’s just us in here.”
The theater is empty so the only challenge is how many orgasms can Sammy give you before the credits roll. You let him make his way down onto his knees as he kisses and runs his tongue along you...your lips, your neck, your shoulder, your tummy, your thighs…and what’s in between them. Lifting up your shirt, tugging down your jeans, and pulling your panties to the side.
The movie became an afterthought as soon as you both started glancing at each other instead of the screen. Daring the other to make a move first...and your boyfriend is in the mood to linger with his lips on your pussy for the next 45 minutes because he can’t get enough of you and your sweetness coating his tongue, smearing his lips and chin as his fingers dent into your bare hips to hold his sweet girl to his hungry mouth.
He loves looking up at you and the faces you make for him in the soft glow of the movie playing and highlighting your pretty features...loves that he knows you so well by now. You’ve let him learn how to make you come with his soft lips puckered to your clit for long kisses or his tongue dipping through your slit that he wets with his spit that he laps back up until your panties and pussy are a glistening, sticky, sweet mess and you’re dizzy.
Adores how he can hear it in your moans, you’re almost as loud as the film and he doesn’t tell you to hush because it makes him harder in his cargo pants. Makes him circle his tongue a little faster. Hearing you all broken and airy when he pushes in a finger or two to tease more of your sweetness out until it’s slipping down his knuckles. He finally pulls away from you for a second just to lick up before it seeps onto his wristwatch. Then his nose is right back to nudging your mound as his mouth covers your clit.
He thinks you’re so precious, you and those sweet, little sounds you give him when he keeps using his hands all over you now, reaching a hand up to gently grip your breast under your shirt and over your bra, thumbing your nipple as he wags his flat tongue on your sweet spot until you’re combing your fingers through the blades of his hair, sinking down your seat, and squeezing your thighs around his head.
You always come so hard, so beautiful, and Sammy is addicted, huffing a hot breath where you’re sensitive and still fluttering on his fingers as he locks eyes with you, his hooded and filled with admiration all for you. Letting you feel it as he draws his fingers out just enough to press back in and up because he wants to take care of you. Knows it’s going to make your pussy pull around them just like that...make you moan for him just like that, too.
“You gotta gimme another one. Please? We got time...c’mon…my sweet girl. Mmhh, yeah...do I make you feel good?”
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“Should’ve figured you’d already be in bed,” Sammy snickers as he comes into the bedroom. It startles you, just a bit. You’d been so locked in on your show that you hadn’t even heard him open the front door. He laughs a little bit when he sees you jump, grin widening when your surprise morphs into that soft easy smile he’s grown accustomed to. He’s already working off his duty belt, dropping it on the bench at the end of the bend, when he makes his way over to you. His fingers are quickly moving through the buttons of his shirt as he leans down to press a quick kiss to the side of your head.
Humming, you lean into the touch. “You’re home late.”
“It’s seven-thirty,” he says.
“Still late,” you say, sitting up more against the headboard before reaching for one of his hands still working at his shirt. He gives into you so easily, dropping like deadweight and letting you guide him away from the half-button shirt. You use the leverage to guide him back down with puckered lips. He concedes for a moment, but still manages to keep the kiss short and sweet. Ugh.
You’d been deprived of your man all day, and he wants to leave you Sammy-less still? Rude.
“I missed you,” you say with the most dramatic pout you can muster up.
“I missed you, too,” he laughs, kissing you quickly between the words. You reach up to cradle the side of his jaw in an attempt to keep him there, rather than let him run off to the bathroom like you know he’s planning.
“How was work?” you ask as you gently drag your nails along the scruff beginning to grow in.
“It was work,” he shrugs. “Sherman was being the same shit he always is.”
“Trouble in paradise?”
He scoffs out a laugh. “Not sure we ever made it to paradise, sweetheart.”
“Aw, are you and your husband in a fight?” you tease, stealing another kiss from him as you do.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grunts. “Good day for you?”
Nodding, you attempt to drag him even closer to you, only for him to stall when his lips brush yours.
“I need to shower,” he murmurs. He drops one knee onto the bed, still just leaning over you.
“In a minute,” you hum.Your fingers slide into the sweat-dried curls at the back of his head. The grunt he lets out is appreciative as much as it is pained.
“I’ve been sitting in a hot car all day, baby, c’mon,” he mumbles. He drops his forehead against yours, snorting slightly. “I know I stink.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” you say before trying to drag him into the deeper kiss you’ve been craving. Your tongue swipes along his bottom lip, but he manages to keep his composure long enough to pull back. You can feel the way you’re wearing him down, though. He has to place a hand on your shoulder to force himself back into an upright position. The deep breath he takes has a flicker of pride simmering through you. No matter how long you’d been together, you still loved to see the effect you had on him. How easily you get underneath his skin.
Blinking quickly, he seems to shake the ideas right out of his head as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“I’m gonna go shower,” he says slowly. “And you are more than welcome to join me.”
“I already showered,” you reply with the same jutted out bottom lip.
“Then stay here and watch your show,” he says. He undoes the last buttons of his shirt, leaving you to ogle the way his white undershirt clings to his biceps. “I’ll be done before you know it, okay?”
“Okay,” you say.
“Alright?” he asks and you can’t help but laugh.
“Alright,” you drag out and weakly push him away from the bed despite your desperate internal need to paw at him until he crawls under the sheets with you. It’s for the best, anyway. You’d just changed the bedding today after you’d gotten home from work.
He backs up towards the ensuite with his gaze still locked on you. Brows raised in suspicion as his fingers make quick work of the button and fly of his uniform pants like he expects you to change your mind and drag him back down to you regardless.
“Go get clean so I can get my hands on you,” you huff in amusement when Sammy makes an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture with his hands. It isn’t until the bathroom door clicks shut that you settle back down into the bed. Your man is home, your sheets are clean, and your show is on. What a perfect end to the day.
He’s always got those pair of sunglasses on that he bought the first day you got here. Thick black band hugging his chubby fingers as he fishes his wallet out at the fancy seafood restaurant you decided on for tonight.
Face framing curls sticking to the sides of his pretty face from the hot sun. Crooked teeth peeking through his lips as he smiles at you from across the table.
And ohh my god the sex is fucking crazy. He’s soo loud in that hotel room, your poor neighbors. You guys are going at it like bunnies! Either you’re riding him while he pounds up into you, holding you by the hips and slamming you down on him, or he’s got you beneath him, his head thrown back as he thrusts up into you.
You guys get random strangers to take photos of you, both sunburnt and smiling at the camera as you wave for people back home.
You’ll be laying down next to each other in the tanning chairs on the beach, his hand snaking over and running across your stomach, then up and cupping your breast over your bikini top making you laugh loudly and swat him away, in return he grabs your arm, pulling you on top him while he giggles, rubbing your warm back.
In the water you’re hanging onto his back as he floats, kissing his shoulder softly as you guys watch the sun reflect off the water. He’s whispering softly for just you two to hear, “I love you so much.” Grabbing your thighs, settling them against his sides.
Or you guys will be lazily laying in the hotel bed, after a day on the beach and a shower together you’re worn out so you order room service and watch your favorite movies under the fluffy white duvet.
I see Sammy being terrified of planes 😭. On the flight back home his heads glued to the headrest, eyes squeezed shut and hand clenching yours borderline painfully. He’s breathing through his nose shakily as you giggle, videoing him with your free hand. He’s whispering softly peeks one eye open and huffs a laugh, swatting your phone away.
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