lia 🌺

after everyone had gone seperate way, arch didn't waste time getting both of you to his truck and driving to your place, which wasn't far from the stadium. "heisman numbers? what does this make you feel?" you asked sheepishly.

"i'm proud of what i did. it wasn't easy, but it got done because i set myself up for it. i'm not thinking of the heisman... it's still too early to determine. i just want to keep winning," arch explained with a shy smile, brushing his hair back, the redbull cpa no longer on.

"are you going to stay?" you asked, returning his similar shy smile. "do you want me to?" he said, returning the question, his blue eyes glimmering with hope. please let me stay. please let me be with you. he thought.

"of course i do," you said, agreeing immediately, not caring if it came of eager. he nodded carefully, stepping outside and returning to your side to open your door as you collected your belongings.

both of you felt the shift in the elevator ride up to your apartment, not meeting each other's eyes, grinning like idiots, a huge space between. yet that all changed when he closed and locked your front door, catching your body when you leant forward, crashing your lips together.

"wanted to kiss me so badly didn't you?" he tsked, cradling your face softly, tasting the remainder of your sweet margarita. "couldn't help myself. is it so illegal to kiss and appreciate tonight's winner?" you smirked, arch carrying you effortlessly towards the couch.

he sat you on his lap, feeling his toned legs flex as he reached up to kiss you harder, teeth clashing, tracing his name over your tongue. "you're so beautiful, you know that?" he rasped, leaning back to watch as you removed his jersey from your body, your lace bra peeking, causing his brain to be in a turmoil mess.

your lips hovered over his, your thumb grazing his bottom lip, pulling it back, his eyes never departing from you. "can i?" you stammered, not knowing how to properly say it without sounding needy.

"can you what, baby? say it, use your words," he insisted.

"how about i just show you? i know you want this too," you replied, pulling closer to him, your lips leaving a trail from his jaw down to his pulse point, right near a tiny mole you loved to kiss. "fuck... fuck yes i do," he groaned, letting you remove his shirt.

you kissed his bare chest, taking it slow just like he did when roles were reversed. your eyes kept looking up when you reached just near his happy, seeing his uneasy face, his chest heaving up and down as your fingers started to unbutton his grey shorts.

"you're teasing," he breathed out, shifting his hips up to help you take of his shorts, along with his pair of black boxers. his cock was already hard, his tip leaking with precum as you kissed the base.

arch threw his head, his hand moving down, grabbing your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail of some sort, feeling your lips wrap around the head, sucking softly, no added pressure. your cheeks hollowed, taking him a little deeper than before, coating his base messily.

he lets out a quiet whimper, gulping harshly, unable to watch or else he'd embarrassingly cum before anything. but you had other plans, leaning up, stroking his cock, using his other hand to tilt his face towards you, wanting him to watch everything, "eyes on me, arch..."

"s-shit, o-ok," he rambled, his eyes fluttering, looking down, small pants leaving past his lips, his heartbeat erratic. you took him again, his grip tighting, controlling himself from pushing your head down. "j-just like that, yes, yes, y-yes," arch let out a loud moan when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, so warm and so pleasing.

you bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed, still not reaching his pubic bone, stroking what you couldn't reach. you pushed yourself to take him all the way, holding it for a few seconds before pulling back, gasping for air. "you're doing so good for me, baby," he praised.

"i want to make you feel good," you said, letting out slow, ragged breaths. "trust me you are; it's taking everything from cumming right here, right now, on your pretty face," he said, watching as you took him back in, the hum from your moan causing a pleasuring shake through him.

your body feels cloudy, your thighs clenched, grinding on nothing to feel some sort of relief. "s-shit y/n, being such a good girl for me, taking my cock so good," he moaned as you relax your throat, swearing you could feel his veins pulse as you continued your movements, your nose nudging against his pelvis, your hand gliding down to squeeze his balls, further enhancing his pleasure.

the hefty feeling of his cock against your throat was driving you insane but you wanted, needed, more. he was being too delicate, and you knew deep down, arch holding back was killing him. yet you loved being encharged, loved being in control of his pleasure. it was exhilarating.

arch let go of his demeanor, his hips lifting, meeting your mouth. your clit pulsated, a frantic sound getting jumbled with a gag as it became too much, feeling him so deep, kissing the back of your throat. "fuck, yes baby, your mouth feels amazing, so close..."

you pulled away, taking slow, profound breaths, a small smirk painting your lips, looking up at arch, who looked ruined. his bottom lip was sucked in, his hand clenched tightly next to his thigh. he leaned down, pulling you into a messy kiss.