babygirl

it’s been WAY too long since i last posted but life is kicking my ass rn so this is probably really shitty oop

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Request: @witteksgoodgirl “Jeff is busy with something and the reader is horny but he isn’t really paying attention to her so she like keeps trying to get his attention with neck kisses or stripping or something?????”

Summary: Jeff ignores the reader, smut ensues.

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It had been a few days since you were able to see your boyfriend, Jeff, and you were getting sick of it. It wasn’t either of your faults, work was taking up all of your free time and his odd schedule made it difficult to make plans. He said he had nothing going on today and that you could come over, so that’s exactly what you did. Upon entering his apartment, you were greeted by a wiggly, barking Nerf who carried a slobbery tennis ball in his mouth.

“Hey, baby!”

Jeff shouted from the living room.

Wondering why he didn’t come to meet you at the door, you headed to his living room where he sat on the couch, immersed in a video game. Your eyes rolled dramatically and you bent over the couch to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You invited me over just so I could watch you play video games?”

He chuckled, but didn’t reply.

You sigh in annoyance and plop next to him on the couch. Your feet fall into his lap and he rests his controller on top of them. As much as you appreciated being able to hang out with him, it was annoying that he wasn’t paying attention to you.

“Can’t you do this later?”

You whine, sitting on your knees next to him. Your hand finds it’s way into his hair, twirling the soft uncombed strands around your fingers.

“One second, I’m almost done. Just five more minutes.”

Your hand falls to his shoulder, squeezing it before your head falls back against the arm of the couch again.

It had been at least 10 more minutes and he was still engrossed in his stupid game.

“Jeff. It’s been ten minutes. Can you please turn it off. I missed you.”

You whispered the last part into his ear, grazing your lips along his neck. He shoots you a quick glance, but reverts his gaze to the TV. It was as if he wanted you to get frustrated. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You stared at the side of his face, his gaze locked on the screen. A hint of a smirk rested on his lips. He was stubborn. He knew how to play this game.

You sit on the loveseat adjacent to the couch he sat on. The heat between your legs hasn’t ceased since Jeff texted you to come over.

Your brain wandered elsewhere as your body heated. You thought of Jeff’s hands running down your stomach to your thighs. The long t shirt hung down to your mid-thighs, covering nothing but your lacy black panties. It killed Jeff to see you wearing his clothes especially without a bra. Your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs and pull the hem of the t-shirt over your hips, exposing your sexy underwear to him.

Your efforts failed, he still ignored you. The thoughts were too much, you needed release. You imagined him kissing your inner thighs gently before pushing them apart and beginning to eat you out slowly. Your fingertips drew gentle circles around your clit as you let out a soft moan, just loud enough that Jeff would hear.

This grabbed his attention. His wild eyes bounced between your exposed body and his game. Your eyelids gently rested shut and you continued silently whimpering.

The sound of the plastic controller being set on the coffee table interrupted your fantasy as rough palms caressed your calves.

“You tryna start without me, baby?”

Jeff asks, pressing soft kisses up to your knee.

“I couldn’t take it. You were ignoring me.”

You pouted, staring at him blankly.

“I’ll make it up to you. Come ‘ere.”

You sat up, resting your hands on his shoulders and pressing your lips against his. His hands gripped behind your knees and picked you up, pulling you against him. He carries you to his bedroom where you are dropped in the middle of his bed.

Jeff’s t-shirt and shorts hit the ground in seconds before he kneels in front of you.

“You’re wearing too much.”

He pulls your t-shirt over your head and marvels at your body. He wasn’t off the hook for ignoring you, but the way he looked at your body so adoringly made you melt. You could tell he missed you too.

His hands run over your chest and you shiver, loving the contact you had longed for over the past few days.

His fingers find your hips and pull your panties down your legs. He begins at your neck, kisses down your body until he reaches your pussy. You squirm and clench in anticipation.

“Hold still, baby. I’m tryna make it up to you.”

You sigh, your head falling back in defeat. This boy would be the death of you.

Finally, his tongue darts from between his lips and grazes your clit.

“Jeff, please. No teasing.” You groan, eyebrows pulling together in frustration.

“Relax. Just let me make you feel good.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes scanning your face for your reaction combined with his words was too much.

His tongue presses harder, applying the friction you’ve been craving. It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm building. The noises escaping your lips were uncontrollable, pent up over the past few days and needing to be released.

When he begins swirling his tongue in circular motions, you lose it. Hips shudder and twitch desperately as you chase your orgasm. His name falls off your tongue in a sort of chant, praising him.

You’re barely recovered from your first orgasm when he kneels in front of you and pulls his boxers off, revealing his already-hard dick.

“Watching you makes me so hard, baby. Look what you do to me.”

You sigh in response, overwhelmed at the idea that this was your boyfriend. He rubs the head of his dick over your soaking pussy, preparing himself.

“Do you forgive me for ignoring you earlier?”

You huff, annoyed that he picked right now as the time to talk about this.

“Hm? I didn’t hear a response. I might just have to wait to do this until you forgive me.”

“I forgive you. Jesus Christ. I forgive you just please-“

He interrupts your tirade by pushing himself inside you. No matter how many times you’ve done this with him, he takes getting used to.

“That’s it, baby. You take it so good.”

You’re speechless as he begins working his cock in and out. He really did mean it when he said he was hard for you.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, sweetheart.”

Your orgasm approaches once again, even quicker this time.

“Jeff, I’m gonna- oh”

His thumb presses against your clit, sending you off the edge. You grind your hips back against his as you cum hard around him.

“So pretty, cumming on my cock like that. I’m so fucking close, baby.”

A few thrusts later, Jeff’s hips erratically jut against your own.

“So...you still forgive me?”

He asks, breathing heavily.