#broadly

the metal band glimmered in the light as your hand moved to press the 'popcorn' button, memories flooding back to when george was bent on one knee, glee imminent in his eyes as he asked you to marry him.

george's arm snake around your waist, causing your pulse to quicken as you watch the packet turn round and round in the microwave. his hands rested on your hips, fingers firm against them. you can't seem to take your eyes off them.

the steadiness reminds you of a particular time he came home late from the studio and held and fucked you into the next day, leaving red marks and hickeys all over you.

your face flushes as you think about the memory.

"what're you gettin' all coy about, hmm?"

you smile, trying to rid of the naughty thoughts. "nothing, can we just watch, please?"

your husband takes you in: face flushed, voice quiet and words minimal. you want something, and he knows exactly what it is.

"say the word and we'll do more than just watch the movie, love." he places a chaste kiss on your temple, grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch. you scoffed as the opening credits played, the thoughts still bouncing around in your mind.

***

about halfway into the movie, george had dozed off, small snores escaping his chest. like clockwork, he fell asleep at your favorite scene; not that you minded, you just thought it funny. his arm was slung across your lap as your fingers mindlessly dragged against the ink on his skin. though you loved his striking voice and strong aura, you always loved seeing them in moments like this.

calm and peaceful.

he stirred, the soothing sensation on his skin slowly pulling him out of sleep. "hi, my gorgeous wife," gruff and calm, the four-letter word danced around you in the air as he pulled himself closer to you.

"hello, my darling husband."

"look gorgeous," mumbling, he pushed his lips against your arm.

the soft contact caused your stomach to flip. "oh is that right," you giggled, his now much larger frame hovering over you.

"mhmm, always." dragging his lips down your neck, he lightly sucked earning small whimpers from you. his body melted on top of yours, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent and needy.

"george," you moaned, his lips soft against your skin, causing your breathing to become uneven as his hands roamed all over your body.

“mm?”

“want you to eat-“

“way ahead of you,” he interrupts, eyes closing in on your lower half. you feel your stomach surge with excitement as he peels off your underwear.

your head turns to the slight tapping of rain against the glass catching your attention for a moment, the noise tranquil and serene. george’s mouth latches onto your skin, pulling your attention back to him.

he devours you like a man starved, folds wet and ready for him as he intermittently places kisses on the inside of your thighs.

you feel like you’re going to explode as he thrusts his fingers into you. moans escape your lips as george himself groans into your pussy, vibrations causing your hips to jolt. the band in your stomach starts to unravel faster and faster with every thrust and press of his lips. “fuck, georgegeorgegeorge,” you babble.

“come for me darling, know you want to,” he says, movements never haltering. need starts to grow in him as you start to flutter away from him, moaning and chanting his name like a prayer. with a few more thrusts, your juices gush all over his hand as he feels himself tighten against his pants.

panting, your eyes slowly opened to see his pupils dilated and focused, yet filled with want and love.

the room is quiet for a moment, tension evident between you. he plants a kiss on your lips and says, “want to fuck you,” his eyes flicker between you and your chest, “please?”

you nod eagerly, scooting yourself up as he readies himself into you. lips connect again as he slides into you, your walls clenching him as he groans.

he fills you up, inch by inch, a quiet whimper falling from your lips when he bottoms out. you let out a synchronized breath as you grip into his strong arms.

no one’s ever made him feel good the way that you have; it hits him that he’s yours.

forever.

he moans at the thought, as he thrusts into you harder, earning whimpers and pleads from you to keep going.

“mine,” he groans, “all for me,”

“all yours honey, fuck,” you breathe.

“shit y/n,” he grinds himself harder into you as you come undone, panting and breathing out his name. he groans at the obscene sounds as he continues to grind himself harder into you, body spazzing as he paints your walls white.

you lay there, sticky and content, a smile stuck on both of your faces as you listen to to light tapping of the rain.

“i love you,” you say, slightly out of breath.

“i love you more, darlin’.”