#fluff smut

               You slept like a rock last night, way more than usual. That was to make up for the almost sleepless nights without knowing Chris was alive. You start your day like any other, taking a shower. Usually, you and Chris would shower together, when he was gone this shower felt empty. Every day he was gone, you used his bodywash just to smell him; the last few days it had made you cry. That could’ve been the last scent of him left. You finish showering, the only sounds left are water dripping from your body and the rain tapping the window. You brush your hair in the mirror, usually Chris would behind you doing that. Your wet hair touching your shoulders makes you think of his massive hands on your shoulders. Soon you won’t have to think about that stuff, he’ll be here doing what you’re imagining. You close your eyes finding comfort in that thought. The same thoughts keep repeating in your head, “he’s safe, he’s alive, he’s home.”

                You continue your routine, finally putting on your jeans, button up shirt and a coat. You also grab a duffle bag with some extra clothes for Chris. The weather today doesn’t match your mood, it is gray out, the sky is full of clouds blocking the sun and the rain is coming down very hard. You open the front door and see the strong wind and rain. My hair is so fucked. You walk to your car, your boots splashing the puddles on the ground. The rain hitting your leather jacket makes a distinct sound. You finally make it to your car, you’re not as soaked as you expected to be. You hadn’t thought about it, but both your jacket and boots were waterproof. You start the car and start driving to Chris’s favorite restaurant. You have to turn your windshield wipers to full power and can still barely see. You arrive at the restaurant and wait for your order to get done.

               This restaurant is oddly romantic. The lights are low, the seats are comfy and the music is good. I wish Chris was here, this would be way better than having dinner in his office. Your name gets called from the front counter and you grab your food. You walk back to your car through the rain, hiding the food under your coat. You reach your car and duck inside, putting the food next to the duffle bag. You drive quickly to the BSAA camp that Chris was at. You get stopped at the gate and must show your military ID. The ID made it clear that you were married to Chris, the guard immediately let you pass. Being married to Chris had quite a few benefits, more than most people would think. You stop your car and get ready to enter the building. Oh come, you couldn’t wait like 5 minutes. You look down and there is a massive bulge in your jeans from an erection. You undo your belt and reach in to try to hide it. You stick it in your waistband and move your zipper to hide it. That’s as good as it’s gonna get. You get out of the car, the rain hitting you hard again.

               By sheer luck, you enter the building right after Claire, Chris’s little sister. You two were friends before you had met Chris. You have been friends for almost 30 years since your two’s college years. You two had come out to each other when you were living together. She was married to Jill Valentine, Chris’s close friend and co-worker. She convinced you to ask Chris out and you convinced her to ask Jill out. Jill had been gone for a week and also got back today with Chris. Claire was probably here to visit both of them. You decide to talk to her, so you pick up the pace and catch up to her. “Hey Claire, wait up,” you say.

               “Oh hey, how is my favorite brother-in-law doing,” she says with a smile. She approaches arms outstretched for a hug. Oh my god, Claire, please do not hug me right now, I don’t want you to know about the thing in my pants. She comes up to you and hugs you tightly, her body presses against your erection. She pulls back immediately, looking up at your embarrassed face. “Ha, good to see you too,” she snickers. Claire, you don’t have to talk about it.

               “It’s not for you,” you say with smile. This is going to be a “fun” conversation, Claire has no filter when talking to you and vice-versa. “I’m here to see Chris,” you chuckle. “F-for dinner,” you add swiftly, showing the takeout boxes in your hand.

               “Yeah, whatever,” she says. “I’m here for dinner too,” she laughs. She has a massive smile on her face. You look to see if she is holding any food, she isn’t. You look back at her face; she knows exactly what you’re trying to figure out. She points at herself, “it’s me.”

               “I hope you don’t plan on doing that here,” you say. Claire throws her arm up is confusion. “Cause you two are loud as fuck when you fuck,” you inform her. “Oh my god, please Jill, please keep doing that,” you say imitating Claire’s voice. Her smile fades and she now looks unamused.

               “You two are louder than us,” she rebuts. “Chris, Chris, faster and harder please,” she says copying you.

               You smile widely. “You know, you are moaning your own brother’s name right now,” you laugh. She shakes her head in disgust. “Yeah, pretty disgusting,” you say nodding your head. “Ok, I’m going to go see Chris now, bye,” you start walking.

               “Go enjoy your dinner, you bastard,” she says jokingly. You throw a thumb up and she turns to walk upstairs to Jill’s office.

               While walking you notice the erection is gone now. Thanks Claire. Your dick is still tucked into your waistband though. You finally reach Chris’s office and open the door. You swiftly throw the duffle bag down and put the food down on his desk. You throw yourself into his massive arms and throw your head into his shoulder. He hugs you tightly and you breathe him in. “Fuck, I missed you so much,” you say. Tears of happiness start forming in your eyes. You want to stay right here in this situation forever. You pull your head back to look into Chris’s eyes and kiss his lips. After a few moments your head falls back onto his shoulder. “I love you so much, Chris,” you whisper.

               “I love you too,” Chris whispers back. You embrace each other for what feels like hours. “Alright,” he says. You pull back and sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He sits in the other chair beside you, brushing your thigh. Your erection is back but it’s not noticeable. You both eat your food, Chris got more food than you so finish faster. You’re staring at him; he’s wearing his compression shirt and some black cargo pants. His shirt makes every single one of his muscles look even more massive. He’s finally done eating and he looks at you. Without you noticing his hand reached for your erection. When his hand touches it, your eyes shoot open. “What thought you could hide that,” he remarks while unzipping your jeans.

               “Are you sure we should do this here?” you ask. Chris stops and gets up. He walks behind you and you hear the door lock. You hear him fiddling with something metal and a zipper. He walks back into view with just his compression shirt and underwear on. Your breath shakes. “I guess we are,” you say. Chris nods in response. He starts cleaning off a spot on his desk for you. You get up from your seat and shed your pants and underwear. You reach into the duffel and pull out a bottle of lube. You had secretly hoped something would happen here. You put the bottle on the desk near where Chris was cleaning.

               He looks at you and smiles, “aren’t you prepared.” Of course I am, we’re married dumbass. You both knew what each other liked so sex was a routine unless you experimented. After a month of not seeing each other, you both just want to have sex, nothing crazy. You study the room to see what Chris was going to do to you. There is not much, just his desk and some chairs. I’ll just let Chris take the lead. “All right, lean back on the desk,” Chris demands. You unbutton your shirt while doing so. Chris drops his underwear revealing his large dick. You exhale sharply at the sight of it. He takes the bottle of lube and applies a generous amount to himself. You let yourself down all the way laying flat on the desk, feet still touching the ground. You feel Chris lifting your legs up and feel him start applying the lube to your anus. You flinch at the cold temperature of it but Chris pats you to comfort you. “You Ready?”

               You’re slowly breathing in and out, “uh, yeah.” You feel Chris entering you, you breathe in with your teeth clenched. Chris leans over you, hands landing beside your head. He looks so massive from this angle, his shoulders wide and his arm muscles engage. One of hands in touching massive forearm and the other is holding your dick. Chris speeding up a bit, trying to find a good rhythm. He stops when he finds a pace and maintains it. “Fuck Chris, ngh, feels goods.” He feels so good thrusting into you. He leans down to kiss you. Your mouths connect and you moan into his, he loves when you do that. He pulls back with a smile. “I’ve waited forever for this,” you moan.

               “Me too,” Chris replies. “Hey, do you mind if I try something,” Chris asks. Chris is usually the vanilla one in this relationship.

               A surprised look comes over your face. Chris had stopped thrusting waiting for a response. “Yeah, you just don’t usually want to,” you laugh.

               “Alright, brace yourself.” Fuck does he mean “brace yourself”, the hell is he going to do. He puts a hand on the nape of your neck and the other on your midback. You were about to ask what he was going to do but he already does it.

               “Holy shit, Chris,” you yell as he picks you upright, dick still inside you. Your unbuttoned shirt and hair swaying from the momentum. You wrap your arms around Chris’s neck. You’re face to face, chest to chest. He slips your dick into his shirt compressing it between his skin and tight shirt. He starts thrusting inside you again, sending you up each time. Every bounce strokes your dick in Chris’s shirt. “Fucking hell, that feels great,” you moan.

               “Yeah, you like that, baby,” he whispers. You nod quickly. Chris keeps thrusting repeatedly. You look down, his shirt is getting wet from your pre. Your head falls to his shoulder; your breathing becomes more unsteady. This feels too good. Chris turns his head to stare into your face. He kisses your cheek. The stroking of your dick and Chris pounding you is getting you so close.

               “C-Chris, mmm, I’m gonna cum.” He keeps thrusting into you until you release up into his shirt. You hug Chris tightly to make sure you don’t move. That feeling radiates through your body, you’ve been waiting a whole month for this. “Th-thank you,” you whisper. Chris keeps going, he knows you like him to keep going till he is done. Your eyes start blurring from tears. Your mind can’t focus. All the muscles in your body start shaking from the overwhelming pleasure you are receiving. You aren’t moaning anymore; it’s whimpering and hyperventilating now. Tears start falling from your eyes, it’s all too much. “C-C-Chris, fuck, I-I-I-,” you can’t finish your sentence before you start whimpering again.  

               You can barely hear anything, but you can make out Chris faint voice, “you’re ok,” he keeps repeating that. He keeps thrusting for a while, your mind breaking more every single time. You have no idea how long it’s been, but Chris must’ve decided you had enough. He pulls his dick out of you. He puts you down on the table supporting you with his massive hands and then puts you on your knees in front of his desk. He lets go of your shoulders and you instantly fall back; your shoulders hit the desktop stopping you. Your head falls forward until Chris’s hands pull it back up. “I’m not done with you yet,” his voice booms through your head. His grip on your head is strong, and he starts stroking his wet dick between your nose and eye.

               You want to start kissing his dick so bad, but your twitching body and Chris’s hands won’t let you. A part of you wants him to start fucking your mouth, but your broken mind won’t let you think. Chris has your head tilted up to look at him. He has massive smile on his face; he loves to see you completely intoxicated from him fucking you. You’re gaining back some sense of feeling in your face at least. You feel Chris’s cock throbbing while moving on your face; leaving streaks of pre on your forehead and hair line. Your mind is only able to form a partial sentence, “C-Chris, please.”  He knows exactly what you want without you saying it. He grabs a handful of hair and tugs it making you let out a moan. He puts a finger in your mouth and pulls your jaw all the way open. He pulls his finger out and uses his hand to slap your cheek with his dick; leaving a splash of pre. He slides it across your cheek and slides his dick into your gaping mouth. You wrap your lips around him and he starts slow, increasing his pace over time. He is going hard, but it feels so good.

               Chris doesn’t do this for very long; he’s been fucking you for a while now. He pulls his dick out of your mouth streaks of saliva and pre separating as he does. He takes his hand off your hair and pushes your chin up so he can look at your face. He pulls your chin down to open your mouth. He uses one hand to brush away your hair and caress your face. His other hand stroking his dick with the tip pointing towards mouth. He stares into your eyes as he shoots his cum into your mouth. It’s so nice, warm and delicious. He keeps cumming, flinching with each rope he shoots. Most of it lands in your mouth, one land shoots across your cheek and another down your neck. He lets go of his dick letting it fall; you also fall back backwards resting against Chris’s desk. Your head falls forward and Chris’s cum starts flowing from your mouth down your chest. Chris gets on his knees in front of you. You look up through your hair; he looks proud of himself. “God, you look fucking perfect covered in my cum,” he says. You smirk, stopping the flow of cum from your mouth. You swallow Chris’s warm, delicious semen. He crawls over and sits down beside you, leaning back against the desk. “Holy shit, I love you so much,” he sighs.

he guides you towards the job board and snatches a flyer off it without even looking at it, waves it in your face, and grins. “let’s go break somethin’!”

“you didn’t even read it…”

“that’s what you’re for, baby.”

you smack his arm, he laughs, and just like that you’re dragged into another job with him. because he refuses to go without you.

the mission itself is chaotic. he’s reckless, loud, and having the time of his life. he uses his dolls like missiles, taunts the enemy mid fight, and keeps glancing back at you every few seconds like he’s making sure you’re still breathing. he’ll never admit how protective he is, but it’s obvious in the way he positions himself between you and danger, in the way he snaps “watch it!” when something gets too close, in the way he grabs your wrist a little too tightly when the dust settles.

“you good, baby?” he asks, voice low, eyes sharp.

you nod, and he relaxes instantly, grin snapping back into place like it never left.

the walk home is quieter. not silent—he’s never silent—but softer. he bumps your shoulder, steals your hand, swings it between you like a kid. the dolls float behind you both, humming.

your shared apartment is small and warm, with mismatched furniture, an area dedicated to his dolls, a lively living room, a corner of your room dedicated to your stuff, and the middle claimed by both of you. he kicks the door shut behind you, tosses his boots somewhere that isn’t the shoe rack, and flops onto the couch with a dramatic groan. then, he easily shoves off his mask and hood, freeing his hair. while he prefers to keep it on around other people, he learned to keep his magic at bay just so he can see you more clearly.

“baby…” he whines, reaching for you without even opening his eyes, “come here.”

he’s still chaotic at home. loud, clingy, incapable of sitting still… but there’s a softness to it. he tugs you onto his lap instead of yanking you around. he presses his face into your neck instead of shouting across the room. he wraps his arms around you like he’s grounding himself.

the dolls settle around the room, quiet for once.

his hands slide up your thighs, slow and gentle. he kisses your shoulder, then your jaw, then a quick one onto your lips, voice dropping into something low and warm.

“missed you all day.” he murmurs, fingers tracing your waist. “c’mere, baby… closer.”

“i am close,”  you giggle, “and we were together all day!”

“it’s not enough.” he tsks, finally opening his eyes to look at you, the best part of his day. he drags you closer, hand squeezing your thigh.

you snort, trying to play it off. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you love it,” he fires back instantly, smirk tugging at his mouth.

you roll your eyes, but he sees the way your lips twitch. he always sees it. bixlow reads you like it’s his favorite hobby.

he shifts under you, settling you more firmly on his lap, arms looping around your waist like he’s locking you in place. he buries his face in your neck again, breathing you in like he’s been deprived.

“you smell good,” he mumbles against your skin.

“i smell like sweat and dirt from the mission...”

“yeah,” he says, like that’s the point, “you smell like you.”

you feel his smile against your throat, warm and stupid and so him.

and the dolls? they’ve retreated into their spot—a cramped area stuffed with pillows, shiny trinkets, and whatever strange objects he insists his babies “need.” they hover there for a moment, tiny heads poking out, watching the way he’s holding you, the way his hands are already sliding up your thighs. one of them tilts its head like it’s about to say something, but another tugs it back inside. they shuffle away with soft little taps and hums, disappearing behind the curtain he hung up for them. they know better. they know when to cause chaos and when to leave him alone.

they know this is his time with you.

bixlow’s hands roam lazily, sliding up your sides, down your hips, back to your thighs. he’s always been like this at home. the moment the door closes, he lets himself melt.

“you were cool today,” he says suddenly, voice muffled against your collarbone.

you blink. “cool?”

“yeah.” he leans back just enough to look at you again, visor gone, eyes bright and unfiltered. “that last hit you dodged? sick. almost made me jealous.”

“jealous of what?”

“that you didn’t need me,” he says with a shrug, like it’s nothing, even though his fingers tighten on your waist. “but then you did that thing with your magic and i was like—” he makes an explosion gesture with his hands, “—that’s my baby.”

you laugh, and he beams like he won something.

“don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, heat creeping up your neck.

“like what?” he asks, tilting his head, pretending innocence even though he’s the furthest thing from it.

“like you’re proud of yourself.”

“baby,” he says, dragging the word out, “i’m always proud of myself.”

you snort, and he grins wider, like he’s been waiting for that exact sound. his hands slide up your waist again, but under your shirt this time, fingers spread over your ribs, thumbs brushing slow circles that make your breath stutter.

“see?” he murmurs, voice dropping, “there it is.”

“there what is?”

“that little noise you make when you’re trying not to smile.” he taps your cheek lightly. “drives me crazy.”

you try to swat him away, but he catches your wrist effortlessly, guiding your hand to the back of his neck. the moment your fingers brush his skin, he shivers—a tiny reaction he tries to hide by leaning in closer.

“careful,” he warns, but his voice is soft, warm, almost reverent. “you touch me like that, i’m gonna think you want something.”

“well,” you huff, “maybe i do,” you tease, even though your voice comes out quieter than you meant.

his eyes flicker with heat, surprise, hunger… and he exhales a low laugh against your jaw.

“baby…” he breathes, “don’t start unless you’re ready to finish.”

his hands settle on your hips, firm and steady, pulling you closer until your chest presses to his. his breath ghosts over your lips, warm and impatient, like he’s holding himself back by a thread.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours. “all day, i’m thinkin’ about getting you home. getting you right here.”

your pulse jumps, and he feels it, his grin turning slow and wicked.

“yeah,” he whispers, thumb stroking your hip, “right there.”

he leans in, lips brushing yours but not quite kissing you, teasing you with the barest touch.

“baby…” he rasps, “come on. don’t make me beg.”

you let the moment hang. just long enough for him to feel it. long enough for his breath to hitch, for his fingers to tighten on your hips, for that cocky grin to falter at the edges.

then you smile. slow and dangerous.

“beg for what?” you whisper, tilting your head just enough that his mouth misses yours by a hair. “you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

his inhale is sharp, almost a growl, and you feel his hands flex against your waist like he’s fighting the urge to just grab you.

“don’t play with me, baby.” he warns.

“why not?” you murmur, brushing your lips along the corner of his mouth. not a kiss, just a ghost of one. “you started it.”

his eyes darken, pupils blown wide, and his voice drops even lower.

“baby… you’re gonna get yourself in trouble.”

“maybe i want trouble.”

you say it lightly, teasingly, but the effect is immediate. his grip tightens, dragging you closer until your chest presses to his.

“that so?” he grins, suddenly lifting you up, hands gripping onto your ass, and walking towards the bedroom. “let’s test that.”

you chuckle in his grasp, playfully wiggling around. “hey! drop me! i didn’t do anything wrong!”

he laughs with you, throwing you onto the bed and quickly hovers over you. your legs teasingly wrap his waist, and he happily grabs onto one of your thighs, caressing before throwing your leg up over his shoulder. he presses a trail of kisses onto your ankles.

“hey—!” you giggle, trying to pull your leg back, but he holds you in place with one hand, thumb stroking your skin.

“what?” he asks, looking up at you with that stupid, smug grin. “you said ya wanted trouble.”

you just smile, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close. “yeahh... so are you gonna give it to me?”

his grin turns feral. you have no idea what you’re even doing to him. saying stuff like that with your head tilted, eyelashes batting up at him with that sultry smile like you were innocent...

“shit baby, i’ll give ya everything i have.” he replies, voice low, and he finally closes the gap to kiss you.

you hum, melting into his touch, arms holding him more tightly. you whine when his tongue pushes your lips open, slipping into your mouth with ease. his free hand grips your waist, toying with your top before moving up to cup your cheek, anchoring you to him.

the kiss got more passionate as time passed, lips clashing, tongues brushing in rhythm. you gasped into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed you deeper into the mattress.

“driving me crazy,” he mutters, pulling away only to trail kisses onto your neck, licking a stripe down with his tongue.

“bixxx,” you whine, “baby... don’t tease.”

he just chuckles, “you were teasin’ earlier. this is just payback.”

your huff turns into a whine when his hands wander under your shirt, fingers gliding across your soft skin until he reaches your chest. he pauses for a second, eyebrows furrowing, “no bra?” he tsks.

“what? you know i hate those things—ah!” his hands teased your hardened nipples from under your shirt, “someone could’ve been staring! were you planning to tease me tonight? or were you teasing someone else..? ya slut..”

you pout, tugging your top up so your chest was exposed to the air, hands covering his to squeeze at your chest, “or maybe i’ve been waiting for you to touch me all day.”

a deep groan comes from bixlow’s throat, “you really are a slut, baby,” he laughs, thumb rubbing at your nipples again. then he moves down, but not before shoving off his shirt. you hum, taking this opportunity to follow and take off your own, laying back down on the bed like you’ve been waiting all day for this.

he’s literally folding you in half now, face staring at your clothed pussy, “shit baby, she’s dripping everywhere. can smell her from here..”

“shut upp.. don’t say stuff like that.”

“yeah? but you were just telling me how you wanted me to touch you all day! you backing out?” he laughs.

“no! but—”

his hand rubs over your pussy. “but what? this slutty pussy has been wet all day, huh? waiting f’me to touch her…”

“hah... bixx!”

“don’t worry babe,” he smirks, slowly tugging off the rest of your clothes, “i’ll take of her.”

for the next 30 minutes—or maybe even an hour—you can’t even tell anymore, you’re too far gone from the way he’s eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

bixlow loves eating you out. he genuinely believes he was made for this, i mean, why else would he have such a long tongue? and his perfect girlfriend just made it ten times more enjoyable. your juices flowing on his tongue, the way you tasted, the way you writhed under him... fuck, he’s addicted.

“anghh! hah—ahn... bixlow!” you moaned, thighs attempting to close around his head, to push him off from your overstimulated clit, but he just keeps them in place, grinning and lapping his tongue against you.

“yeah, baby? can give me one more, right?” he laughs. laughs. that stupid laugh that felt beyond mocking at this point. you were tugging at his blue locks, grabbing onto anything to anchor yourself, nails digging into his skin to maybe try to make him stop, but he persists, devouring you until you lost all sensation.

“bixlow! hahn! pleasee— it’s so much!”

he was fucking you with his tongue now, groaning when your poor pussy clenching around it, begging for something more.

“hah.. ya like me fucking you with my tongue? with the damn guild mark on it— fuck,”

“anghh! yesyes— oh myy..! can’t take it!”

“c’mon... if ya can’t take this tongue how can ya take this dick?” he pulls off with a pop, spitting on your clit and rubbing it with his fingers. “fuuck— so fuckin’ wet. baby... you’re so hot.” he chuckles, staring at your puffy, wet pussy. so overstimulated and so cute. “you can take it— fuck.” he was sure he can cum at the sight of you like this.

“hahn! ‘m gonna— gonna cum!” you moan, back arching off the mattress.

“yeah baby? c’mon— oh, shit..” you were squirting all over, and he laughs again, finger rubbing faster at your clit, “fucck, squirting for me?”

you were gone, panting, tears at the corner of your eyes from all the hard orgasms you’ve had tonight, way too sensitive to even think of anything else. he always has you fucked out every time he eats your pussy. he gets way too carried away... not like you were complaining though. well... maybe a little.

he looks up at you as he comes up to embrace you with a soft smile on his face. “you good baby?” he coos, kissing at the corner of your eyes.

you nod, accepting his sweet embrace, “yeah... jus sensitive.”

“my poor baby.” he coos again, rubbing your back, but then he watches as you close your eyes. he pokes your cheeks. “baby.” ... “babe. don’t fall asleep!”

“whaa?”

he just grins, squeezing your waist, pressing his hard clothed cock against you,