→ Pairing: Kyrell x afab! Reader

→ Plot: after a long night at the club with your friend, a late night shower and sex is just what you need

→ Genre: fluff, smut, they're cute and silly together

→ Warnings: none!

→ Word Count: 1,197

→ Notes: for a little birdie who I KNOW has been fiening for some more Ky content 🤭

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It was late at night. You were still a little tipsy after going clubbing with your friends and all you wanted was to shower and go to bed. Naturally, you assumed that you left your shampoo in the shower considering you were staying at this hotel for a week. Stripping down into nothing, you left the water run for a second, placing your phone on the counter before walking in.

The warm water felt blissful on your skin, instantly flooding your senses with a calm like no other. You let the water run down your body, relishing in the instant relaxation you're currently feeling. The water dripping down your hair has you reaching against the built in shelf, confusion written across your face when you feel nothing.

"Shit,"

You curse to yourself, forgetting that you had lent your shampoo to your boyfriend. Carefully stretching across the length of the bathroom to grab your phone, you text Kyrell, asking him to bring you the shampoo you so graciously allowed him borrow earlier. But knowing your boyfriend, you're less than surprised when he sends you a message back almost instantly, reading, "girl, use the hotel shampoo :p"

But, barely a second later, you hear a knock at the door. Knowing it could be no one else, you tell Kyrell to come in, glaring at him through the clear walls of the shower as he has his signature smile on his face.

“I can leave with the shampoo ya know?”

He sasses, eyeing your body through the barely fogged up glass of the shower. You ease up your glare, showing a look adorned with pleasing puppy dog eyes instead. He chuckles, shaking his head as he comes closer to hand you the shampoo.

“Thank you baby! Stay here if you’re not busy! I won’t be long.”

You say, taking the bottles from his hand and leaning in to give him a kiss. He pulls away, a smirk playing on his face as he eyes your body that’s in clear view now, resisting the urge to grab a handful of your chest that’s almost pressed against him. You can see the way his eyes darken ever so slightly, drinking in your flushed cheeks and naked, soapy body. 

“What if I just joined you?” 

You smile wide, stepping away from the door of the shower while watching as he quickly undresses. He steps in, closing the door behind him as his cold hands find their way to your waist, sliding up and down your curves. You flinch a little at the coolness of his hands contrasting the hot water of the shower. 

“Why don’t I help you wash your hair?” 

He asks politely, grabbing the shampoo from your hand and applying a generous amount to your hair. You continue to rinse the body wash as he gently massages the shampoo into your hair, the whole scene feeling very intimate. 

“Thank you Ky~” 

Your sweet tone earns you a kiss, slow and sensual. Your back is turned towards the water, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair as Kyrell deepens the kiss, tongue gliding along your lower lip just to tease. You hum into the kiss, satisfied as his hands tangle in your hair. You press your body against his, arms resting over his shoulders as your lower halves make contact with each other. Your small whimpers to these tiny movements already have blood rushing down to his length, becoming progressively harder under your squirms. 

“You know I still have to put conditioner in your hair right?” 

You nod, kissing along his neck as you continue to grind down on him. 

“Take your time, I’m in no rush.”

He laughs as your kissing progresses into sucking on his collarbones, littering the area with red and purple marks as he massages the conditioner into your hair. You don’t know how much longer you can wait, hand slipping between your bodies to rub his growing hard on. It catches him off guard, pulling your hair a little as you continue to soothe your hand over him. You smile, satisfied at his reaction, kissing him yet again. But he’s no longer interested in helping you clean your hair, rinsing his hands of the conditioner and reaching down to toy with your clit. 

You’re more sensitive than usual, between still being a little tipsy and wanting to be with him like this all night, you moan in his ear at the contact. 

“Fuck, I missed you today,”

He says between labored breaths and kisses, the atmosphere in the shower becoming heavier by the second. 

“I missed you, your cute smile, your sweet voice…”

“‘Rell…”

The air is heavy, but his kisses are just as tender and loving as always. The way you sound whimpering his name in his ear makes his head spin. He pumps his length a few times, sliding it between your glistening folds as you hold on tight, back pressed against the shower wall as he holds you in place. He nods, and you nod back, signalling to him that you’re ready. He slowly pushes in, letting you feel every inch of him as he takes his time rocking his body back and forth. Your mouth hangs open, speechless at how full you feel, almost gasping for air when he mouths at your chest. His tongue flicks at one nipple, rolling the other between his fingers as he looks up at you through his lashes, a blush adorning both of your faces. Your fingers wrap around his long locks, brushing through his hair as your nails lightly scrape his scalp. 

The running shower water was long forgotten, the slick sounds of your bodies crashing together louder than any splash of water hitting the ground. The glass walls of the shower were thick with fog, your heavy pants and breaths filling the bathroom. Kyrell’s hands move off of your chest, grabbing the plush of your ass instead. With his newfound grip, he’s able to ram into you faster than before. 

“Oh… my… Kyrell… fuck…”

You moan between his thrusts, the pleasure building in the pit of your body becoming increasingly overwhelming by the second. He can feel that you’re close, the fluttering of your walls and inability to control the strings of whimpers leaving your mouth a good indicator. 

“Hold on baby, I’m close too…”

He grunts in your ear, seemingly pushing you further into the wall as his thrusts ramp up, chasing his own high as well as yours. Your legs shake around him, the intense combination of his thrusts and your intense orgasm too much to keep up with at once. You finally coat his length with your release, moaning loud as he pulls out to finish on your stomach. He’s breathing heavy against your shoulder, the sticky feeling of his release smushed between you both making your cringe. You can feel him smile against your collarbone, looking up at you and crashing your lips together again. You laugh into the kiss this time, relishing in the after effects of your orgasm. 

“I love you baby,”

He laughs, planting kisses all over your face now. 

“I love you too Ky.”

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Anyway, lmk please I need someone's opinion, I used to write a lot on wattpas a while ago and now that I moved to tumblr I wanna do something productive here (tumblr is better anyway)