#aj x reader

human!applejack who falls for you slowly without realizing it. one day she just goes, "huh… I get real happy when she's around," and suddenly she's in love.

human!applejack who is absolutely an acts of service girlfriend. she fixes your fence, carries heavy stuff for you, bring you extra apples "just 'cause."

human!applejack who calls you "sugarcube," darling," and "sweetheart" without even thinking about it. you'll be blushing and she's just like, "what? that's just how I talk" which is partially true and partially not.

human!applejack who gets flustered when you flirt back even though you're literally dating.

human!applejack who notices if you're tired immediately. "you look worn out, sugarcube. come sit a spell." next thing you know you're dozed off in her jacket.

human!applejack who dates are super simple but perfect with: apple picking, sitting on the barn roof watching sunsets, picnics in sweet apple acres, late night talks in the kitchen.

human!applejack who's protective in the quiet way. she won't start fights, but if someone disrespects you she steps in immediately.

human!applejack who loves when you lean on her physically and emotionally. if you rest your head on her shoulder she gets all soft inside.

human!applejack who takes you to meet the family FAST. big mac already treats you like family, apple bloom thinks you're way more than good enough, and granny smith adores you.

human!applejack who worries she's not "proper" enough for you sometimes, especially if you're from the city or very elegant. you constantly have to reassure her she's perfect just the way she is :(

human!applejack who always kisses you warm and slow. she gives lots of forehead kisses, there's lots of hand holding, and she's always pulling you in by the waist. just big big big on physical touch.

human!applejack who is very, very proud to be your girlfriend. she mentions you in every conversation, whether it's about saving the world or just apples.

"what would sugarcube do against this typa threat..."

"that reminds me, me and my sweetheart were knockin' down the elder trees yesterday.

human!applejack who can only be calmed down by you when she's stressed from work.

human!applejack who blushes hard when you compliment her muscles, strength, work ethic, etc.

His breath hitches, watching you. The jumpsuit dangles at his hips. "Oh fuck...." His voice grows rougher. You undo the arms of the jumpsuit and push them down finally. You smile and kiss his hip tattoos. He shivers at your kisses, his hands now resting on your shoulders. "Mmh... those are just the beginning. Want to see more?" His skin twitches under your lips. You kiss his right hip. A cute rose tattoo. Then his left hip. A scorpion. "Each side represents something... but I'll tell you the stories later." He strokes your hair, looking down at you with desire. "each side of you?" You ask kissing his stomach. "The softer and the more dangerous..." Yiu pull his boxers down. His stomach muscles tense at your touch, and he lets out a low moan. "The rose is for... unexpected kindness." He swallows hard as his boxers join the jumpsuit. You hum softly and wrap your hand around his cock. He gasps sharply, his hips jerking forward slightly. "And the scorpion... is for when I bite back." His fingers grip your hair loosely, not pulling...yet.

"you wouldn't bite me back would you?" You ask smiling up at him. Your hand moving up and down his shaft. His eyes darken with a mix of lust and something protective. "Not unless you want me to, sweetheart." He smirks down at you with a hint of warning in his smile. You giggle and kiss his stomach again. His stomach muscles flutter under your kisses, and he chuckles deeply. "You're playing with fire now. That giggle is dangerous too." His cock twitches in your hand. "but you like it..." You kiss the tip of his cock. He hisses softly, his control visibly wavering. "I do. Too damn much." His thumb brushes your cheek, watching your every move intently. You smile and lick his cock. His thumb freezes, and his jaw tightens. His thighs tense up. "Fuckin hell..." He breathes out your name like a prayer and curse combined.

You swirl your tongue around his tip. His breathing becomes heavier, more ragged. His hand moves to your chin. "Keep going... show me what that mouth can do." His voice is thick with need now. You moan and take his tip in your mouth. He groans deeply, his head falling back for a moment. "Your moans are my favourite sound." His hand guides you gently but firmly. He looks down again, watching you with intense focus. His other hand grips the wall behind him. "Perfect... you're perfect at this." His praise comes between heavy breaths. You take more of him in your mouth. His hips buck slightly, and he curses again. His eyes are locked on your mouth stretching around him. "Fucking hell... that's it." His fingers thread through your hair more possessively now. He starts guiding your movements with the hand on your chin, setting a slightly faster pace.

"Just like that... don't stop looking at me." His voice has a commanding edge to it. "Your tongue is truly extraordinary." His grip tightens slightly as he feels himself hitting the back of your throat. "God, you're taking me so well. My good girl." He growls softly, losing more control. You go faster at the praise. His control snaps completely at your eagerness. He starts thrusting gently into your mouth. "Can you feel how my body is reacting to you? your doing so good" He praises breathlessly. His thrusts become slightly deeper, his control over them slipping as pleasure builds. He pants. "Close... I'm so close, princess. Want to swallow it all?" You nod your head. He groans loudly, his pace becoming erratic. "Fuck yes, swallow every drop. Keep nodding." His thighs tremble slightly as his release builds. With one final deep thrust, he holds your head still and lets go completely. His cum fills your mouth as he growls your name again.

"Take it... Good girl..." He watches you intently, ensuring you follow through. You moan and swallow. His eyes blaze with satisfaction. He pulls out slowly, breathing heavily. "Good girls swallow... And you my dear are the best girl..." He caresses your cheek with his thumb. "You did so well." He helps you up and you smile. Wrapping your arms around him. "Drinks babygirl?" "Yes please!" You nod.

“Look who it is huh? Finally decided I’m good enough to visit?” AJ pats Clay on the back playfully, messing with his gelled curls. “Slummin’ it out here with us poor folk?”

I goofy smirk paints clays cheeks as he delivers a playful whack to AJs shoulder, shaking his head. “Couldn’t resist seeing the bottom 99%, I do claim to be a charity donor after all” he teases back, shrugging his suit jacket back in place.

The two cousins had been bantering lol this for years. Despite having two very different, though some would argue equally as ethical, ways of obtaining their respective net worths, there was never any jealousy. AJ was obsessed with the thrill of the chase, the guns, the adrenaline— he’d argue his CEO cousin had zero sex appeal. Clay, on the other hand, thrived being in charge of a multi billion company, of having power, he’d say that AJ was irresponsible.

Nevertheless, Clay had a networking conference in LA, which meant an impromptu visit to the only person who let him let loose.

“You’re not seein’ heaven” AJ shakes his head and leads Clay into the night club owned by The Takers. Clay follows readily and scoffs “see ya down there” he opens the door for AJ

AJ rolls his eyes with familial affection, walking past the groups of people all drunk and reeking of bad decisions, the wealthy people came to gawk at the young women, and the awkward shuffle dancing. The atmosphere is calm and soothing as rhythmic beats play above head, the strong smell of artificial vanilla clinging to all available hairs on both of the men’s bodies.

A table in the corner with is where Clay found himself, the usual suspects surrounding the wood. Gordon, Jesse, even John had stayed by to smoke a cigarette and sip on some overly expensive bourbon that Clay would normally steer away from.

“Where are they?” John’s face sours as he reads the time, growing impossibly impatient for something clearly

Clay sets down his martini “where’s who?” He inquires tentatively.

“The girls” AJ says absentmindedly “our girls, after successful business deals and other ventures worthy of celebrating, we invite over a group of girls to celebrate with. Started as just entertainment, but we’te studs, couldn’t resist us for too long.” AJ chuckles

Clays mouth moves before his mind thinks “Girls?” He asks inquisitively. “You said you didn’t have anyone you were seeing?” He follows a similar leaning motion.

“I ain’t. She’s like..” he sits up and taps his ashes. “Like a motivater, all the girls are. whats a better way to celebrate than a warm pussy?” He settles on.

Clay chokes down a surprised chuckle, eyes following around his cousins face. Clay had always thought of AJs attitude towards women do be disgusting, An absolute womanizer his whole life with no plans to cool down. On the same thought, it had been too long since Clay had gotten any action, his cock twitches at his convenient it’d be to have a warm pussy to fall back on when needed.

“So what am I gonna do while you get that?” Clay sips his drinks and cocks an eyebrow at his smiling cousin.

AJ looks at Clay like he’s suddenly 9 feet tall “We’re gonna share, figured you wouldn’t mind” he starts “plus, you’re in luck. She’s the best.” He blows out the smoke of his latest hit.

Oh. Share? Share a woman? Clays pants get tighter. He’s never even considered that AJ was setting him up as well as himself, letting him into the world of their group for even a few hours.

“She can handle ya” AJ chuckles “she likes it. Gets off to me doin’ whatever I want. Real nasty shut like that.” His smile deepens as he catches sight of me coming into the club “there they are” he announces to the group.

Each guy at the table gets distracted as various woman descends on one, you included. Clays eyes travels hungrily over your body, making note of your flushed skin and glassy lips. Your hips sway confidently as you make your way over to where Clay was sat “you muah be Clay” you giggle, sitting on his lap “you and AJ look like twins..” you hands come up to his biceps

AJ moves his hand and cups your ass as you sit on clays lap “he’s not quite ready for ya baby, pussy of yours gonna break him” he pats your cheeks individually. You were clad in boy shirts so small they were panties and a matching top, giggling as clays cock hardens under you..

“I have no intention of harming or hindering..“ you buy your lip playfully, lightly snapping one of AJs suspenders while feeling up Clay through his shirt.

Clay lets out a low growl “mm..” his hand joins AJ on your ass “heard a lot about you, you and your perfect little pussy supposedly” he cups your waist and thumbs your hipbones.

“Let’s move this elsewhere” AJ insists as he gets up and has you both follow him to an off room where sex had clearly been had a few more than a few times. You look over the two men, tall, handsome, big, and successful. You’d hit the jackpot.

AJ locks the door. Eyes greedy as he turns to you “safe word?” He croons while stalking closer to your body.

“Cranberry” you moan gently, body taunt with the need to get fucked by two hung men at the same time.

That conformation seems to shift the room altogether. You and AJ had some dynamic already that he was about to unwind. “Good girl..” AJ nods “you know the rules. Today you’re clays too, his plaything. But I’ve been fucking dropping huh? The mere though of us fucking taht body and you’re like a bitch in heat” AJ sits next to Clay “c’mere, only good girls get penetration” he orders.

Clay should’ve been horrified, should’ve been disgusted with how hard his cock was, but seeing you crawl across the floor for it? Worth it. You perch in front of them and pay your lashes up at them each individually. “You’re gonna take two cocks and you’re gonna love it huh?” Clay coos at you like you’re a dog. You nod eagerly and make grabby gestures at their groins..

“Go ahead” AJ nods and spreads his legs, Clay follows suit and soon you’re haphazardly stroking both cocks at the same time, face pressed between their thighs. Your hands focus on clay for now, you kiss and suck on the tip a little bit, electing a needy growl from clays chest “needy whore” he groans “need two cocks huh? Not satisfied with just one?” He tangles his hands in your hair.

You shake your head and kitten lick his tip, finding AJs cock and fondling the heaviness of his balls. He moans loudly as well, head back in bliss. “Fuck.. such a good slut, two cocks suit you” AJ looks down at your submissive form. You start to alternate every few minutes between the men’s cocks, each time you feel them get hotter, needier, closer to creaming in your face.

Clays legs twitch as your lips uncool around the res of his tip again “that’s.. it.. fuck” his hands find his buttons, undoing most and letting his nice shirt hang open. Your eyes are hazy as each man grunts and groans, your hands never letting up once,

“Filthy girl..” AJ moans as his cum paints your hand and wrist. Clay isn’t far behind, with his release pushing through your lips and into your mouth. You moan and greedily lap up both, stroking them through their orgasms lazily while trying to milk every last drop from them as you can.

After a moment to breathe, AJ sheds the rest of his clothes, including the fedora, and he picks you up. Laying you down on the first hard surface he could find, which was clay. As you sit on his lap, clays hand spread open your legs and pulls down your panties, dipping two huge fingers into the wetness of your folds. Mesmerized, AJ thumbs over your clit simultaneously, making your body shake and squirm as both men use their fingers on your sensitive pussy.

AJ tsks and smacks your mound “squirmy girl, you need cock” he announces, much to the agreement of clay. AJ rifles through drawers before pulling out some lube and turning to clay. “You want her ass or pussy? But are amazing” he asks and holds out the lube.

Clay hesitates before taking it “fuck,bill take the ass” he nods. Spreading a generous amount of lube in his fingers, clays hand spread circles the tight ring of your asshole, popping a finger in with little resistance. “Such a whore” he chastises as you moan. He uses the others to scissor open the ring of muscle, coating his own cock in the liquid and pulling all his fingers out with a *pop*.

“Ready?” Clay teases and moans loudly as he lowers down your hole onto his slick cock, his intense girth still making it an intense stretch. “Mm..! Oh..” you close your eyes, body on high pleasure alert as his thick cock buried its way into you.

“Fuck yeah” AJ moans and comes closer, popping his thumb into your mouth. “Ready for a full pussy?” He asks rhetorically. You nod wildly anyway. Clay keeps your legs super open as AJ strokes his cock a few times. You moans mixed with clays schools off the walls and ledges, clays breathe on then back of your neck making your body tingle.

As he lines up the tip, AJ pushes in roughly, eliciting a gasp and squeak from your overwhelmed body. “Oh fuck.. oh shit you’re so fucking tight..” AJ growls “no matter how many times I fuck this pussy.. still like a rubber band..” he growls, cupping your breasts.

“I know, this asshols so tight.. squeezing me so good” clays fingers hold your face, his nose on your neck as you get fucked from all angles. AJ laughs at how hazy your gaze gets “fucking.. cockdrunk.. off us” he speeds up. “Feel that in your cervix.. slut. Such a whore for us..”

The three of you were all close to coming, your brain unsure of where you start and the boys begin, your pussiss heartbeat stronger than your own. Clay was first do growl “fuck.. duck.. oh fuck” he nips on your ear “taking my cock like the good slut you are..” he cums with a roar.

AJ is just as drunk on you, pummeling into your body as your sticky arousal coats his cock, making a ring of white cream on his base. “Cum..” he demands “for us.. wanna.. fuck.. see this pussy gush..” he rubs your clit with intent.

Your body can’t handle all the stimulation. You can feel warmth in your ears as Clay wraps himself around you. Your body lets go as you cream “oh.. oh! Mhm.. oh fuck mhm..” you cum, words leaving you.

Aj can’t handle the clamp of your wet pussy on him, he mostly pulls out, but some of it drips out of you while his wave as ecstasy starts to slow around him.

Eventually, after some heavy breathing, clay up. “I’m coming back next month for this” he coos “next time.. I want pussy. Deal?” Clay smells at you and AJ. He nods playfully “deal., whore needs someone to stretch her pussy anyway..” AJ smacks my clit.

“Oh just a second, I’d better get this.”

Your date, sat across from you in a bar you’d never normally frequent, looked less than impressed as you lifted your phone from the table and rose to your feet.

He’d seen the contact name before you’d had the chance to pick it up, but that was a conversation for later.

AJ was your best friend — and given that you’d not told him you were on a date, you didn’t want to leave him worrying if you didn’t answer given that you were usually chronically on your phone.

You slipped into the quiet of the ladies bathroom, pressing the answer button with haste.

“Hey AJ, what’s up? Sorry I—,”

“Have you got your headphones in or something?”

Your brows furrowed, “No, I’m—,”

“Well I’ve been ringing the doorbell for like ten minutes and I’m— shit, are you out? Shit, shit, shit, why didn’t I think of that?” you could practically hear him beating himself up for not considering the prospect sooner.

Why did your chest seize up at the idea of telling him you were on a date?

“Sorry,” you bit your lip, “Is everything alright?”

You heard him sigh, “In an apparent effort to win biggest idiot of the year, I’m at your door with an insane amount of Chinese food without having checked if you were even in the house first to eat it with me.”

“In your defense, you’re usually the only reason besides work that I do leave the house.”

That wasn’t a lie.

Since moving here, you’d made little effort to make friends.

You’d met AJ on your very first day in the area and clicked instantly, and now any spare time not reserved for binging shit TV was instead spent with him or, at most, his small circle of friends.

You’d toed the line between friends and something more for a long time, but given his awkward charm and the way women seemed to look at him (however oblivious he remained) — you’d never wanted to risk ruining your friendship by telling him it was something more that you wanted.

You’d settle for friendship, even if it was hard to ignore the butterflies that seemed to multiply in your stomach each time you were with him.

And that was how you’d found yourself on this stupid date, in a stupid skin tight dress and drinking cocktails you’d never touch with a man you could so far hardly even tolerate, let alone fancy.

Your attempt to move on from the schoolgirl crush you had on your best friend was so far proving immensely unsuccessful.

“Where are you, then?” he enquired, and you could tell he felt intrusive asking despite it being a totally valid question, “Since—since like you said, it’s unlike you. Not that you can’t be— I can leave you to it? More food for me.”

You gulped, eyeing the toilet cubicle door and considering how worthwhile this date really was.

“I’m just out for dinner,” you gulped, “But we’ve not ordered yet, I can leave.”

He coughed, “Oh nice, who wi— Oh shit, are you on a date?”

“It’s a waste of time, really. I’d rather be at home with you. In fact I’m craving chow mein, really.”

The embarrassment at your blurted honesty, combined with the guilt at calling your date a waste of time, made you want the earth to swallow you whole.

“You don’t have to say that, Y/N,” the disappointment in his voice was palpable, and you only hoped you weren’t imagining it.

“I’m not just saying it, AJ,” you sighed, “Why do you think I rushed off to answer the phone to you?”

He chuckled, believing you a little more now, “Who knows, maybe you were just worried I’d done something stupid and needed help from my best friend? Sorry, just had a long day at the Gazette and thought I’d burden you with my whining and sweeten the deal with some food.”

You shook your head, “I’ll be ten minutes, alright? Spare key is under the mat if you haven’t got yours — make yourself comfortable and don’t eat all the chow mein before I get there, okay?”

“Promise.”

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Your date, whose name your AJ-hazed brain could barely remember, definitely did not believe your excuses for rushing out for a family emergency.

But you didn’t care — you’d sacrifice any chance of dating someone if it meant you could spend more time with AJ.

“Home, sweet home,” you announced the second you stepped through the door, your nose immediately catching the scent of the food AJ had brought over, “Fuck me, it smells good in here.”

Immediately AJ’s head peered round the door from your kitchen, about to make a jokey quip about how fast you’d arrived but stopping when he took the sight of you in.

The dress clinging to your skin was not like anything you usually wore, and for a moment you worried he was judging you for having gone out to meet a guy in such a low-cut daring outfit.

That fear dissipated, though, when you noticed the crimson blush staining his cheeks and the subtle bite of his lip that he tried to hide as he cleared his throat.

“Hey, you were, uh, quick,” he gulped, stepping out fully now and wiping his palms on his jeans, “Food’s all ready. You look—well, he’s a lucky guy— well, I guess he would’ve been. Or—or, he was for a bit. I’m—,”

You giggled, sauntering over to him and enveloping him in a hug, “It’s fine, AJ, I get your point. And thank you, but I’m going to have to get out of this horrible dress and into something comfy because I plan on eating twice my body weight and I can’t do that if I can barely breathe…”

“That’s cool, yeah sure,” you could see him trying desperately not to admire the way the dress suited your figure so perfectly, “I’ll just look for something to put on TV, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, before grunting when you realised how hard to reach the zip was. The cocktails you’d consumed so far had definitely gone to your head… Or at least that’s how you’d justify your next words, “Oh, do you mind helping me out with this stupid zip?”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

Trembling fingers reached up with only a moment’s hesitation, the warmth of his hands against your skin making you jolt away from his touch at first.

He was quick as ever with his apologies, but as were you, “Sorry, your hands are just warm.”

In leaning back into his touch, your proximity grew a fraction closer, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he finally made work of your zip — agonisingly slowly.

You knew he was just nervous, but the slow pace with which he unzipped the dress made you involuntarily tip back your head a little, savouring the contact.

“Ah, I can breathe again,” you joked, straightening your neck in hopes he didn’t see your moment of weakness, though your words were only half true as said breath caught in your throat at his hand still lingering at your waist, “All this for a bloke I don’t even fancy.”

He laughed, a small chuckle that fanned warm air over your neck again and pricked goosebumps on your skin.

“What, you practically running home just for chow mein didn’t for a minute suggest that you weren’t into this guy,” AJ joked, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“I didn’t just run home for chow mein, AJ,” you hummed, spinning around to face him and placing your free hand on his arm to steady yourself as the other held up your dress.

His eyes narrowed as he carefully considered your words, unsure whether he’d correctly read between the lines.

“I wanted to see you, dummy,” you rolled your eyes, melting under the gaze of his soft brown ones, “My favourite person.”

His grin couldn’t possibly have been any wider in that moment, “Your favourite, huh?”

“Oh c’mon AJ, you know you are,” you shook your head, “Annoyingly, actually. Anyway I’ll go and get changed, and then you can watch me eat like a pig and forget I stood here with my dress unzipped boosting your ego, yeah pretty boy?”

“Pretty boy?” he smirked, raising his palms for a moment as you teasingly flipped him off and walked off to get changed, returning moments later in shorts and a tank top.

You both plated up your food in comfortable silence, curling up on the sofa and devouring your food in front of the TV with continued quiet, acutely aware that you were sat even closer than usual and your previous conversation was still lingering in the air.

Placing his empty plate on the coffee table, AJ cleared his throat, “So, uh, what was the problem with this guy then?”

You gulped, “Just wasn’t interested. Not my type? And we went somewhere shit.”

“Right,” he nodded, “Yeah, no, I get it.”

“I meant what I said,” he was so close to you again now, and something about the proximity made you brave again, “I wanted to be with you, that’s the reason I rushed home. I like nights in with you.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” he was staring into your eyes with such intensity you thought you might pass out, “I like nights in with you too.”

“Look, AJ—,”

“Can I say something really stupid?”

You furrowed your brows, “Sounds ominous, but of course. Anything.”

“I really like you,” he said with urgency, “Like, really like you. Like more than friends like you. And I hope this doesn’t mess our friendship up, and I’m sorry if it does, but you came home in such a rush from that date and I was so relieved and I just got a little hopeful because I feel a bit, like, sick at the thought of you going on dates with other people and I liked that you wanted to—to be here with me instead.”

Your heartbeat sped up exponentially, the thrum so loud against your chest you were sure he too could hear it.

“If it’s not obvious, I really like you too,” you leaned in a little closer, your legs touching now, “The idea of you with anyone else makes me feel a bit sick too. Very, actually. I’ve been so worried about ruining things between us but then you were here and then you helped me with my dress and I—,”

“I had to try so hard not to say anything when you—when you leaned back into me. And that dress…”

You blushed pink, a small smile gracing your features, “I was hoping you’d not noticed, especially because I assumed you’d judge me for such an un-me dress that hardly left much to the imagination…”

“Oh it still left plenty to be desired,” he paused, “Oh wow that sounded creepy. It wasn’t supposed to. You looked gorgeous, I mean you always do, but I only didn’t like it for like a fraction of second out of stupid jealousy that you’d dressed up for him, whoever he is.”

You giggled again now, reaching out to interlace your hands as you bit your lip. It was a relief to have your feelings out in the open, even if you weren’t yet sure what this meant for you.

“So where wouldn’t be a shit place for a date?”

You clicked your tongue, feigning deep thought for a moment, “I think the company was more the issue. I’d drink tacky cocktails and eat shitty food if it was with someone I really liked.”

He nodded, his usual tight-lipped shy smile returning for a moment, “Great — I’d really like to take you on a proper date soon.”

“Bold of you to assume I meant you, huh,” you poked out your tongue, watching his eyes flit to your mouth as you did so, “No seriously though, I’d love that.”

Comfortable silence resumed for a moment, until his left hand reached up to pull you into his lap and his right one rested on your jaw, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.

You settled in his lap immediately, arms circling his neck as you reciprocated the kiss enthusiastically, heart hammering against your chest.

You weren’t sure quite how long you stayed like this, pulling back only to gaze at each other for a moment and catch your breath every once in a while.

“Mm,” AJ’s hands both held your face now, the pad of his thumbs soothingly rubbing over your cheekbones, “We should probably put a movie on, as much as I could stay like this forever.”

You bit your lip, “It’s been a long day, I’m actually a little tired.”

For a moment AJ looked confused, and then disappointed, and it took a lot for you not to giggle at his clear misinterpretation.

“Oh, yeah, sure, I can go,” AJ fumbled, dropping his hands to his side, “Sorry, I didn’t think about the time.”

You shook your head, “Babe, I wasn’t trying to get rid of you. I was going to ask if you’d like to stay over.”

His eyes lit up again, a smile returning to his kiss-smothered lips, “Oh— yeah, yeah, I’d love that.”

He was almost smirking now, scooping you up in his arms and quickly clicking off the television as he turned towards your staircase.

You leaned into him further, pressing a small kiss to his neck, “I could get used to this.”

“Believe me, so could I.”

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