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princesssmars · 7 months ago

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home sweet home

a vi x reader.

the war between the silco and the firelights has gotten tense, and all you want is a day off to rest. but when an old flame returns from the dead you find the energy to give her a welcome home present she won’t forget.

wc: 4.491

contains : fluff, adoptive brother ekko and firelight reader. mentions of vi's abuse in prison :c smut. dry humping and tribbing yippee.

a/n : idk something about being separated for years and celebrating the reunion with rough and/or desperate sex does it for me bro 💔 started this beforeeee everything and hopefully this gets posted the morning of act ones drop <3 update i love vi but i need to kick her ass yayyy enjoy.

for lack of a better word, your day was getting really fucking weird.

you woke up with a weird feeling in your stomach, an ache strong enough to rouse you from your sleep and out of your bed. you chalked it up to hunger, having skipped another meal last night to stay up looking over some of the injured firelight’s and new schematics for tools and weapons.

but once you got a good meal into your stomach, staring up at the giant tree you called your home, you realized the feeling wasn’t from neglecting your appetite. it was that feeing you got when something big was about to happen.

you felt it when the breakthroughs were made on some of the bigger inventions like the hoverboards, when the firelights found this impossible and beautiful grove and made it their home, on that day years ago where your life crumbled around you in the space of a few days.

so it was only up to fate if something bad or good would happen today. and you didn’t feel like waiting to find out.

quickly making your way up the tree, you rapidly do your special knock on ekko’s door, only to be met with silence. you try again and silence still. trying and slightly failing to keep yourself calm, you head back down and start asking others if they’ve seen him, the ache in your stomach growing at some of the awkward and shifty responses you get.

for six years you and ekko have been inseparable. both traumatized by the trials of growing up in the undercity, getting taken in by benzo, and then the sudden and bloody death of your friends, you had no one else to depend on except for each other. it was hard to put it lightly, navigating a rapidly changing undercity and taking care of your little adoptive brother while trying to deal with your own trauma. even as you met others and formed this group you now call family, you made a promise to each other to stick side by side no matter what.

and that included not running off and doing god knows what in the early morning while the other was sleeping.

you’re halfway through pulling on your coat and mask when you hear the sound of the main door opening and a small commotion, running as fast as you can to get down the tree again before a tall figure stops you.

he tries to be funny, throwing out a 'hey hey hey, slow down! your running like there’s a fire-ow!' before he holds a gloved hand to the side of his arm, cradling the spot where you punched him. you get a solid minute of berating and cussing him out before the look on his face tells you he's being serious, conflict clear in his brown eyes.

you have about a million questions running in your head as he leads you to one of the stock rooms, his breath inhaling multiple times to explain before he lets it out in frustration.

“just…promise you won’t freak out, ok?”

you nod before he pushes you inside and closes the door behind you.

you scoff, calling his name and knocking on the hard material for him to let you out. you weren’t in the mood today to entertain his hidden playful nature, most of the time you indulged him but you were too worried at the moment. you’re seconds away from cursing him out again when a soft voice calls out your name from the darkness behind you behind you.

no. it’s not possible. it’s deeper, more rugged then you remember, but you wouldn’t, couldn’t forget that voice. you heard it in your dreams for years, pushing you to keep going for yourself when you felt like giving up, reminding you she was always there by your side when you felt so alone.

you slowly turn your body, unconsciously trying to protect yourself from the possibility of this being a farce when two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a sturdy torso. at the slightest glimpse of hit pink hair your eyes start to water and your chest is heaving with long building gasps, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and digging your face into her neck.

for years you’d daydream about this moment, what you’d say if you were reunited with the girl who was your best friend and likely the love of your life. you’d imagine the rushed out words and apologies, the shared wails as you assured the other you’d never leave their side again. but this silence just feels so right, makes so much sense for all the emotions you’ve been letting sit in your heart without any kind of resolution or closure.

she pulls away from you slightly and you hope she ignores the subtle whine that leaves your throat as she does. her large, and you mean really large, palms come up to cup your cheek as she stares at your face, blue eyes flitting across your features like she’s trying to commit every piece of you to memory. you don’t mind, you remember how she liked when you let her observe things so she could take in things as much as possible lest they be gone in a second. it just gives you an excuse to stare at her, too.

and gods above are you staring. obviously a large part of you is sentimental and sad as you see how much she’s changed over the years; the longer jagged shapes of her jaw, her nose. your heart pangs seeing the cuts in her brow and lip that you unconsciously bring a finger up to rub at. but it takes an embarrassing amount of strength not to pay attention just to her lips as you feel over the scar, how her bright eyes go wide and unblinking as she stands and lets you do whatever it is you’re doing.

you want to do anything to break the tension and you’re given the opportunity when your eyesight drifts slightly to the right and catches onto the tattoo on her upper cheek.

“did you…tattoo your name on your face?”

you’re still so close you can feel her laugh rather than hear it, her chest pressing into your when she huffs through her nose.

“wanted to make sure the guys in there knew who was kicking their asses without the need for introductions.”

“still punching first yelling insults later?”

“nothing anybody in there didn’t deserve.”

gods does your heart hurt for her. you knew it was likely other people like her were probably in stillwater, disposed of to cover someone’s ass or see as thrash just for where they were born. but you knew despite that she would have faced so much being thrown in there at such a young age that you not anyone else could understand, the way they must have treated her…

even after all these years it’s like she can ready your body language like a book, able to know your fingers stalling in their exploration means your mind is wandering, and given the previous subject matter she knows it can’t be good. her bandaged fingers gently wrap around yours and rub over your knuckles until your attention is back on her.

“hey, stay with me for now. we’ll have time to go over all that stuff later. right now just stay with me, alright?”

like you could ever say no to her.

you figure the best way to make progress until your much needed conversation is yo acquaint her with where your sure she’ll be staying until she gets back on her feet, however she chooses to do so. at first she seems uncomfortable with the idea of staying at the base, like she doesn’t want to intrude on the home you and others had built from the ground up.

“obviously i’ll help with anything you guys ask but are you sure everyone would be alright with me staying here? i kind of punched the shit out of that scar guy.”

“he’ll get over it just like everyone else. you’re a legend here, vi, you’re up on that mural for a reason.”

the whole time you show vi around you feel a warm mess in your chest. you forgot just how nice it was to spend time with her, thinking back on fond memories of the two of you sneaking away when the others were busy to spend time together on the safer and quieter parts of the undercity. your feelings aren’t helped with how close vi insists on being, hand never leaving your grasp as you tug her around and occasionally bumping her shoulder into yours when your mind wanders.

you’re recounting the story of how one of the hoverboards went haywire and crashed into one of the bases walls when a low rumble from the side of you cuts you off, footsteps halting you in place. when you turn to vi she has that same cute embarrassed look she used to have when you were younger, eyes wide and body still like if she didn’t move you wouldn’t acknowledge what just happened.

she knows better than to argue with you as you drag her pliant body somewhere, most likely to get her something to eat after only having some scarfed down jerichos a few hours ago. you bc lead her to some small communal dining area before not so gently guiding her to sit, eyes on her form for a few seconds to make sure she won’t be stubborn and refuse to let you grab some food for her.

and why would she even think of resisting when she can sit here and finally get a few minutes to just relax. ever since cait somehow managed to get her out of prison her body had been on, sheer stubbornness and willpower keeping her going until she found what she was looking for. a part of her knew she wouldn’t stop searching, wouldn’t stop hoping to see you and her sister again.

but as she watches you across the room pick and prod over a meal a vastayan is helping to out on your plate her shoulders unclench and the muscles in her legs ease. nothing felt better than when you’d dote over her. she remembers one time she caught a flu and had to stay inside and distant from everyone, ready to be miserable in solitude until you burst in with vander hot on your heels and insisted you wouldn’t leave her side until she was better, that she’d do the same for you.

which she did have to wind up doing as you caught the sickness from her after only three days. she never once complained.

when you finish her plate you look back to her with a sweet smile and start to walk back over to her. she writhes in her seat a bit under your gaze, suddenly feeling a little too warm when you sit the plate in from of her and tell her to eat up. she tries her best not to scarf this down as well, but when you give her a look that says you know how hungry she she is and won’t mind she can’t help herself.

she spends the rest of the day by your side, never leaving your sight as you introduce her to some of your fellow firelights and some of the younger kids who’d heard stories about her and vander. you can tell it still prods at an unhealed wound to talk about him in past tense, but that she still looks back on those fond memories with happiness. you’re more than happy to join in and help narrate the tale of one of your more adventurous and dangerous trips through the old undercity.

eventually the sun starts to set and the lights of the tree turn from a dazzling green to a soft collection of oranges and yellow, a signal to everyone that it’s time to wind down and end the day. the two of you meet back of with ekko who tells you he had already shown cait to an extra room she could use for the next few days.

“cupcake didn’t put up too much of hassle today, did she? don’t think she’s ever spent this much time past the promenade.”

“she was alright. uptight but i can tell she means well. you can talk to her in the morning, her room is right across from yours.”

you’re paying too much attention to just being in the space of two of your favorite people again that you don’t even notice how vi has turned her head to look at you, silently asking you to ask her for what she hopes you both want. by the time you realize and turn back to ekko he has that dumb little grin on his face that he used to wear all the time he’d catch the two of you getting a little too close for comfort.

“don’t even start, ekko.”

“i didn’t say anything! i’ll catch up with you two tomorrow. try not to be so loud, some of us need a good nights sleep tonight-“

you quickly reach over and swat at the young boys arm as he laughs and hurries away from the two of you, voice carrying as he leaves to head off to sleep.

it’s surreal as you take vi’s hand into yours and start the brisk walk to your personal quarters. you don’t have any expectations about tonight but you can’t lie and say a deep part of yourself isn’t hoping to get more than close with her tonight.

once you reach your bedroom you start shuffling for some clothes for the both of you to wear while she prods and examines all of your things. you watch her for a moment, nearly giving yourself away with a laugh when she nearly breaks the dusty antique snow globe you’d found abandoned on a scrap run.

“it’s crazy, right? how they’ll just abandon things without even thinking about their worth.” you speak offhandedly as you settle yourself on to your bed and start to remove your boots and holsters.

“yeah, no offense but i just. really don’t wanna talk about abandoning things right now.” her tone is malicious enough to make you sit your movements, eyes softening at the broken and tired woman in front of you.

“i’m sorry, i just-“

“no, no, it’s okay. i understand,” you gently reach out your hand to hold hers, locked in that tight fist she does when she’s bottling up her anger. “can you talk to me about it? whatever you want to say, just say it.”

she rolls her shoulder before setting down the globe and sitting on the bed, her tensed back facing you. you gently pass the spare clothes you have for her and watch as she takes them and sets them on her lap.

“every night for the first year i was in there i’d have these nightmares. about what happened. first it was just, replaying what happened on this endless loop. then it was wondering what i could’ve done different, if i could’ve been smarter-“

“vi dont do that,” you crawled over to sit right behind her body placed your hands on her shoulders, gently rubbing them across and down to her forearms. trying to look her in the eye proves useless. “what happened was…tragic, and blaming yourself is pointless. you did what you could, i know you did.”

“how? how could you possibly know?” she finally turns her head to you and the look in her eyes does nothing to help the sick feeling you have building up in your throat and stomach. “i told you to stay with ekko, you weren’t there. how could you not be even a little angry at me, for not being here for powder, for ekko and the firelights, for you?”

you can hear the lump in her throat and see the tears building in her eyes when you bring your hands up to cup her face. a stray tear runs down her face and you brush it away with your thumb.

“i could never be angry at you, vi. not for this. the girl i know always kept fighting for her family, and if she didn’t come back to us it was because she couldn’t. she’d never abandon us, you wouldn’t abandon us.”

she gently nods her head and nuzzles her face into your hands. you give her a minute to calm down, continuing to softly brush her cheeks and her crazy hair out of her eye.

“what is going on with your hair?” you whisper as you struggle to push a strand away and out of her face, giving up once it falls back into place for the tenth time.

her eyebrows scrunch. "what, you dont like it? its cool."

"its covering half of your face, its horrible."

"you'll get used to it." she shakes her head with a small smile before softly resting her hand on your lower waist.

"maybe, but im definitely not going to brush over you tattooing your name on your face. please tell me you didnt make any other rash b ody adjustments in there."

the growing smile on her simultaneously puts butterflies in your stomach and makes you very nervous. its not helped when she turns her back to you again and starts to shrug off her jacket, revealing the previous glimpse of her neck tattoo you'd seen goes further down. way further down.

"wow. that's...wow." you want to bury your head into your hands and leave the room. 'wow just wow?' really smooth. "can i touch?"

"uhhh yeah, no problem."

after she gives her consent your fingertips lightly hover and brush over the interlapping lines of curves inked into her skin. you feel a small thrill seeing the goosebumps rise on her arms when your hands glide down them, taking pride in knowing you can still bring out a physical reaction in her with your touch.

"this is really nice, vi. did you get someone in there to do it for you?"

"nope, did 'em both myself. wasn't exactly the best environment to ask people to have access to your body with a needle for hours at a time."

you hum in response while continuing to observe the tattoo. you can see it goes further down her back and decide to speak without thinking too much about what you're saying.

"can i see the rest of it?"

you're a bit scared at how still she goes, wondering if maybe you crossed a boundary before her hands slowly reach behind her and start to lift the white fabric of her shirt until its full taken off of her body.

you make sure to continue the gentle touches as your hands run down the muscles and planes of her back, continuing to admire the clouds and gears that make up the design. you feel a little pang in your heart when you see the initials of mylo and claggor at the bottom of the tattoo, along with the number of welts and scars on her skin.

"its beautiful, vi." you whisper. her body subtly scooches back on the bed to get closer to your touch. the moment is just shy of overwhelming, which is probably why you leave a small kiss on her shoulder, right where one of the scars starts before trailing down her back a few inches. she lets out a muffled noise and you start to pull away before the strong grip of her palm clasps down on your leg, holding you in place.

you leave more kisses and pecks over the length of her tattoo as your legs start to wrap around her from behind, both of her hands grasping your thighs as she relaxes into the affection. you test the waters when you come back up to her neck, lightly sinking your teeth into her skin.

"oh fuck-" her strained voice hits your ears right before she abruptly pulls out of your arms and tugs you by the arm and leg until your reversed, sitting in her lap with her hands gripping at your hips.

you continue to drag yours up and down her arms, reveling in the fact that you can now see her facial expressions, how her eyes droop and lips part as you slightly scratch at her skin.

you adjust your hips to sit closer to her at the same time she lifts hers up, the friction causing small noises to escape both of your throats. her eyes open up and she stares up at you with those big light blues.

your hand travels up to her hair, running through it as you keep looking at her. "are you sure? i dont wanna push you,"

"you wont, i do. please, just wanna be close to you."

you give in, wrapping your arms around her neck and bringing her into a sweet kiss, reveling in the feel of her arms coming up to grip on your back. its slow and languid as you get used to each other before she adds her tongue to the mix, pulling a moan from your throat as you try to bury yourself even closer into her hold.

you move your focus onto her neck, trailing kisses and bites down and across her throat, as she rocks your bodies together and claws at your back.

"used to dream about this, about you, missed you so much," her voice has a slight rasp to it already that drives you nuts, instantly darting back up to bring her into a messy kiss. she adjusts her knee to rest in between your legs and lifts it up into your core, pulling away to look at you as you moan at the friction.

"jeez, what'd they teach you in there?" you let out a breathy chuckle while you grind down into her knee. your eyes drift close before her gentle kiss to her cheek drags your gaze back to her, unblinking as she watches you come undone for her. her stare along with the hazy smile on her face yanks you to the edge, gasping and moaning as you come in her arms.

you feel almost drunk as you come down from your orgasm, nuzzling into her neck while she presses gentle kisses to your shoulder and the side of your neck. she starts to place your body on the bed before you tug her back on top of you.

"what, aren't you tired?"

"maybe, but not tired enough to stop now. take off your pants."

she grins like she'd just been offered free sweets from a piltovian candy shop for the rest of her life. you try not to giggle as she stumbles off the bed and tugs her pants off before settling her body back on top of yours. she resumes her barrage of kisses and bites into your skin, finally paying some attention to your chest while you bring your hands up to thumb at her nipples, biting your lip at how sensitive she is to the touch.

she wastes no time spreading your legs beneath you and getting your silent agreement before moving her lips to rest over yours, taking a second to drag her fingers through your cunt and stuffing them inside her mouth.

"vi!"

"sorry, was just curious." she leans down to kiss you sweetly before resting her self on you, legs draped over the curves of her arms as she oh so slowly starts to drag herself back and forth over you.

you slightly wish you had done this first as the overstimulation makes it oh so intense for you, the feeling of her hair and clit rubbing over yours nearly sending you into a frenzy. your eyes roll back into your head once she starts to speed up her movements, her soft whines and grunts into your neck only adding to the physical stimulation you're feeling.

your core feels like its on fire when you start to hear the subtle whispers she's letting out into your neck, curses of 'fuck, fuck oh-fuck,' and grunts of your name mix together to create a desperate harmony.

"vi, feels too- oh my god i-"

"i know, baby, i know," she moans, pressing a harsh bite into the underside of your neck. you can feel her smile into it when you involuntarily let out a squeal at the action. "never gonna leave you, pretty. could never leave you, leave this."

you never fancied yourself the possessive type, but the reaction you have to her words definitely proves there's something there as you wrap your hands around her shoulder and squish her down into you again, moaning just a little too loud at the lack of closeness and feeling of her chest rubbing against yours.

you can feel your next orgasm building quick and fast, thighs trembling as you desperately grind your hips into her even harder. you can tell she's close too, hips losing their rhythm as her panting gets even louder. you nudge your face to the side and rub your cheek against hers, thankful she gets the hint to smother both of your noises with an intense kiss.

"fuck, vi, missed you s'much, love this, love you-"

you're grateful that you have some semblance of brain activity left to drag her head down to your neck to bit down as she cums, her groan loud and long as she keeps moving her hips until you cum only a few seconds after she does. you can feel a tear or two escape your eyes, overstimulation so intense you think you see janna for a moment.

both of your chests are rapidly panting as you catch your breaths, dragging your hand through her sweaty hair while she presses gentle kisses over the marks she no doubt left over your chest. now you'll have to wear more layers for a while, but at the moment you cant find it in you to care.

"you have no idea how glad i am that i still have you," you almost dont pick up on the silent whisper she says, muffled by the current kisses. you lazily drag your fingers to lift her up by the chin until she's looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love and affection.

"you're always gonna have me vi, i promise."

you can tell she has her doubts, you do as well. but she lets herself relax into your hand yet again and wears the tiniest smile while she starts to fall asleep in your embrace.

you gently pull the covers over both of your bodies and follow her into the lull of sleep, falling asleep in vi's arms again for the first time in years.

you have the nicest dreams you've had in years.

#still want her #throw me in the show id save her </3 #arcane #arcane x reader #vi #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x reader fluff #vi x reader smut

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snoopyclarkey · 9 days ago

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b.d.e

alfie buttle x fem reader <3

summary: alfie was big everywhere...but you finally decide you're ready for him.

a/n: first time writing fic in a few years yayyy also. yes i am american lol

wc: 4.5k

content: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), vaginal fingering, big dick alfie, established relationship, implied chubby fem reader.

you and alfie had spent most of the morning swimming.

he didn’t want you to feel like your long weekend in harrogate was a waste and he was trying his best. not letting you follow him out of bed in the morning, instead kissing you breathless into the pillows and tucking you back into the sheets before he leaves you to sink between sleep and wakefulness in the warmth of the bed before you hear the door creak open again.

the breakfast wasn’t anything fancy, but the extra effort he put into it for you was very sweet. between bites he explained that he’d found a lake for you guys to spend the morning at. “like, a proper lake, not some shit little creek that has sewage runoff flowing through it.” you giggle to yourself and just nod at his enthusiasm, grateful that you actually listened to him when he told you to pack a swimsuit.

and you had to give it to him, it was a proper lake that he had found. not super big, but definitely deep enough for you two to actually float and swim in. the water was a welcome relief against your heated skin, the sun sitting high and hot in the sky. it seemed as if no one even knew of the lake’s existence, your morning of splashing about not interrupted by a single soul. it made you wonder how long he’d spent searching it out, imaging him spending hours driving around, trying to find the perfect spot for you two.

you felt like a little kid again when alfie tried coaxing you out of the water and into the car to go back to the grotto. the morning had been so peaceful, the water so refreshing, you didn’t want to leave. but your skin was starting to burn under the afternoon sun and your stomach was starting to growl. eventually you pulled yourself back up to the bank to towel yourself off and slip into the dry clothes you had packed.

and it’s not like you hadn’t been naked in front of each other before. while you guys don’t get to spend the most time together with your schedules not always aligning, he had started staying at your place when he came into the city instead of scrambling to find whatever hotel had vacancy when his train arrived. him crawling into your bed late at night after a shoot had led to a few sloppy handjobs that usually end with his fingers curled in your wet cunt. but the casual intimacy of being naked together without any real endgame isn’t something that you guys are quite used to yet.

you blush and giggle through stripping yourself out of your wet swimsuit and him out of his wet gym shorts since he still didn’t have a proper set of swim trunks yet. even though neither of you had seen a single person since coming to your little spot, the thrill of being caught naked together in public still sent a thrill up your spine. while you can feel his eyes lingering on your body, you know you’re not any better, watching the rivulets of water bead down his muscles. but your stomach growls and kills the mood, signaling the need for a food stop on the way back to the grotto.

alfie grabs a shower first when you guys get back, “i’ll be quick because i know you probably gotta wash your hair and shit.” and luckily he was quick, because you did have to wash your hair from the way alfie kept trying to cradle you to his chest like a baby in the water.

when you finally made it out of the bathroom he was stretched out on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, looking through emails on his laptop. as you filled up your water bottle from the tap in the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice how small the laptop looked in his lap. the impressive spread of his thighs and massive width of his hands making it look almost tiny in comparison.

he notices you staring as he bangs away at the keys, “just gotta finish this up real quick then i’m all yours, love.”

you hear him click around on the mousepad as you put the cap back on your water bottle and take a long sip from it. he finally shuts the laptop closed and sets it aside on the coffee table, shifting himself on the couch, thighs spreads and arms open at his sides. a clear invitation. you didn’t have to be asked twice.

but before you made a place for yourself in his lap you stood between his legs and held out your water bottle in front of his face. there were few things you’d change about alfie, his quirks were what caught your attention anyways, but his abysmal diet and lack of real hydration were things you were slowly trying to change over time. his scowl at the offered beverage was met with a pointed look from you which turned into a triumphant smile when he finally leaned forward to take a few long sips from the bottle.

satisfied, you set the bottle on the coffee table behind you and make yourself comfortable in his lap. his arms go around your waist as you settle atop his thighs, knees on either side. you’re wearing a pair of soft cotton shorts you packed and a well worn shirt of his that you snagged from his dresser after your shower. he’s dressed similarly, a loose pair of workout shorts and a baggy, soft t-shirt that you bury your nose in as you lean your head against his shoulder and bring your hands up around his shoulders.

you can feel the warmth of his hands against your back and giggle at the way he noses up your neck and takes a deep inhale. “you smell fuckin’ good.”

your face splits into a grin at the compliment, “thank you, i know how much you like the smell of my shampoo, but i did actually use your body wash, too, while i was in there.” the way he stiffens in your arms makes you hesitate, “is that ok?”

when he pulls back to look at you notice the flush on his cheeks and his sheepish smile, “you’re in my clothes, you smell like me, you’re in my lap. like, i must be fucking dreaming.”

you can’t help but laugh at his boyish earnestness, you could always trust alfie to tell you exactly how he felt about something. you brushed your lips against his, “definitely not a dream.”

“thank fucking god.” he closes the barely there distance between your lips and dips his hands underneath your baggy shirt, warm palms trailing up and down your back. he was always a surprisingly good kisser (“nothing worse than a bloke trying to swallow a girl’s face”), always letting you lead and set the pace. your fingers found their way back to the soft curls of his mullet, nails scratching his scalp in the way you know he loves.

you get lost in the feeling of his lips against yours and the feel of his hands sweeping over whatever skin he can reach, your hips twitch without a thought. he pulls back from your lips as a harsh keen escapes from his.

“oh,” you try not to laugh, you really do, “some kissings got you hard, buttle?”

“i’ve been rockin’ a semi damn near all day,” he exclaims, his eyebrows going up under his fringe with the effort. his hands settle again at the small of your back, pinkies slipping under the waistband of your shorts. “wake up to you in my bed, gotta watch you in that swimsuit, thinking about you in my shower. what’s a bloke supposed to do besides get bricked up, ‘ya know?”

you suppress your giggle at his unabashed honesty, instead leaning forward to whisper against his lips, “maybe you should finish what you started.” you delight in the gasp he lets out as you connect your lips again, knowing your words caught him off guard. usually, your intimacy leans a little more…goofy, you two are usually never able to take each other seriously, or he’ll usually say something that catches you completely off guard and unable to suppress your laughter. but sometimes you’re able to render him useless with a few sultry words.

his hands gripped your love handles as he pulled away to mutter against your lips, “don’t worry, i’ll get you first.” but before he had the opportunity to lift you out of his lap to lie you back on the couch you grabbed his biceps.

“wait, wait,” your heart did flutter at the look of concern that washed over his face, always preoccupied with your comfort. “i was thinking instead of what we usually do,” you took a deep breath, trying to build up your confidence under the heat of his gaze, “maybe we try…doing it for real?”

your stomach heats up with embarrassment as the words come out of your mouth, so unbelievably juvenile and unserious for such a request. but his eyebrows shoott up in his surprise and the grip his hands have around your waist tighten, “are you sure? because i know you’ve been kind of putting if off bec-”

“i haven’t been putting it off,” you slump in his lap a little bit, feeling just a little bratty about his assumption. “i’ve just been,” you adjust yourself in his lap again, feeling the hot girth between your legs again, “a little nervous.”

since you first met alfie you figured he must have been proportionate…everywhere. big hands, broad shoulders. thick thighs. but nothing could have prepared you when you reached your hand into his pants for the first time. he had come into london on a late night train and finally took you up on your offer of staying at your place instead of renting a hotel. there had been tension brewing between the two of you for weeks and during his last pop in to london he had finally kissed you in a quiet corner of a pub. he had cradled your jaw with a softness that meant he was serious about you.

so, you tried to keep yourself busy while you waited for his arrival but you couldn’t stop thinking about him and made a beeline for your door when the buzzer went off. you got him underneath you on your couch, his hands trailing across all the skin he could reach, lips kissing up the column of your throat. when you snaked your hands under the waistband of his loose joggers and finally felt the weight of him in your hand you had to pull back in disbelief, “you have to be joking, alfie.”

his eyes were unfocused and dazed, his lips were swollen, brows furrowed in confusion. absolutely adorable, “what?”

you couldn’t help but grin as you pulled his waistband down further, tucking it underneath his balls to put him fully on display. you wrapped your hand around the thick base, feeling it pulse underneath your fingers, barely even meeting each other around the girth of him. you had been transfixed on the thick, wet head before you finally ripped your eyes away to look back up at him. you couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all, “alf, i don’t even know if i can get this thing in my mouth.”

“well, lucky for you, if you breathe on it enough i’ll definitely nut.”

“are you sure?” he whispers, lips brushing yours and his dark eyes searching your face. he always had a way of making you feel seen and safe.

you wish you could stay in this tender moment forever, but you jertk your hips again and the feel of him hot and hard underneath you sends a zip of desire up your spine, your cunt clenching around nothing. “i’m sure,” you murmur back, “don’t you want to, alf?”

your big, pleading eyes make him swear under his breath and suddenly you’re being lifted up and off the couch. a yelp leaves your lips as you scramble to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands rest under your ass, holding you securely against him as he walks you back to his bedroom. “wanted to do this since the first time i fucking saw ‘ya.”

he sets you down gently on the bed with your hips at the edge of the mattress and his hands reach out to hold your ankles. he stands over you and just looks down at you with a boyish grin on his face. before you can bring your hands up to your face embarrassment he finally speaks, “god, you are just fucking gorgeous.” he leans down so he’s able to nose under jaw, kissing your soft skin there. “can’t believe you trust me to do this.”

you bring your hands up to cup his jaw, bringing his head back up to look into his eyes. “of course i trust you, alfie. i’ve been waiting for the right time to do this.” your fingers find their way into his soft curls, bringing his mouth to yours in a needy, wet kiss.

you could have stayed like that for hours, relishing in the feeling of your tongues meeting in a messy glide, your hands fisted in his curls, his hands wandering up your legs, spreading against your wet core over your shorts. but alfie had other ideas, fingers curling into the waistband of your shorts pulling them and your panties down your legs, tossing them away into some corner of the dimly lit bedroom. the cool air against your core made you gasp and his big hands trailing up the softness of your thighs made you squirm against the comforter.

you feel so exposed as you lay underneath him, his dark eyes roaming over your body, taking you all in. it makes you want to hide, cover up your softness and stretch marks so he can’t see them, but then you watch his gaze lower down to your cunt. his fingers are feather light as they stroke up your thighs.

“fuck,” he whispers, thumb ghosting over your glistening folds. it’s just a whisper of a touch, but it has you arching your hips up into his hand. “how are you already so fucking wet for me?”

the awe in his voice makes you whimper and reach your hands up for him, needing him close. you get your fingers in his hair to drag his face down to your’s so you can look him in the eyes. you take a moment to steel yourself, getting the words out before you chicken out, “i want you all the time, alfie.��

you try not to feel too smug when he drops his head into the dip of your neck, feeling him groan against your skin. you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him closer to you as you giggle at his misery. but his hands were still stroking around between your thighs and you let out a moan of surprise as you feel one of his long fingers breaching your entrance and stretching out your hole. your arms fell from around his neck as you writhed on his finger, wanting to get him deeper. his gaze was hot as you pulled away from his spot against your neck, looking at your blissed out face. “gotta prepare you if you want me so bad, darling.”

your hips bucked at every thrust of his finger, wanting more and more of him but knowing that he’s right, he has to prepare you first. he straightens himself back up, standing between the cradle of your hips at almost his full height, head tilted down to watch your wet cunt grip around his digit. he brings his free hand up to your tummy, holding you down against the bed. it makes you pause, self consciousness creeping into your brain, pulling you out of your haze at the way his fingers squeeze against your pudge. but you’re taken out of your thoughts at the sound of his voice.

“squirmy little thing you are,” he whispers to himself, before dragging his gaze back up to yours, “think you’re ready for another?”

the little grin on his lips, the whites of his cute canines just barely visible, makes your breath catch for a moment. he was so cute and he was yours. you finally found your words, “yeah, i’m ready.”

his grin stretched bigger across his lips before he cut his eyes back down to your pussy, pulling his finger out to the opening of your entrance before pumping in two. the stretch burned but it made heat burst in your gut and your walls clench, trying to pull them in deeper. you whined and moaned and reached down to wrap both hands around his wrist, his hand still holding you down by your stomach. your nails clawed at him, senses overwhelmed by the fullness of his fingers.

after a few more moments of you uselessly writhing against the bed he asks, “ready for another one, sweetheart?”

your eyes were slits, brain already fuzzy from his fingers gliding against your walls. you nod your head without even thinking about the question, just trusting him to take care of you. you felt his lips on yours as he swallowed up all the pathetic little whimpers you made as a third finger stretched your cunt. your fingers gripped the long locks at the nape of his neck, feeling feverish at the way he draped his body over yours. it felt like he was everywhere and you were getting closer and closer to the edge every second.

“alfie,” you whined into his neck, his curls tickling your lips as you slurred into his skin, “i’m close.”

he pulled away from you and you whined again at the loss of contact, feeling clingy and needy due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. you squirmed as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, a wet sound filling the room as your walls fluttered around nothing. you watched him through half lidded eyes as he stepped out of his joggers, his hard, thick cock slapping against the ridges of his abs.

“i got you, i got you,” he mumbles as his big hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling your hips to the edge of the mattress to meet his. the feeling of his hot length sliding against your folds makes your head snap up from the bed, focusing your gaze to where your bodies meet. his length and girth are intimidating, but you can’t help but grind your hips against him, reveling in the way he groans, low and deep.

you gasp as he squeezes the back of your thighs, pushing them to your chest and keeping you spread open for him. “holy shit,” he marveled down at your wet folds, hips canting, cock covered in your wetness.

“alfie,” you whined, squirming against the bed. the wait was almost unbearable, you didn’t understand why he would tease you like this.

“wait, wait,” he reached over to his bedside table, pulling the drawer open and coming back to you with a half empty bottle of lube. “a little bit of extra help can’t hurt, right?” he explained as he dribbled the cold lube against your hot core, shushing your little gasp of shock at the sensation.

“i got you,” he reassured again as he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed through your tender resistance. you whimper as his thick length stretches your walls deliciously, you body overwhelmed, not knowing if you should pull your hips away from the intrusion or thrust your hips to take more of him in. he decides for you, placing his hand back on your soft stomach, holding you down as he slowly plunges his length into your wet cunt.

he shushes the endless stream of noise spilling out of your lips, “just a little bit more, darling, i know you can do it.”

and you wanted to so badly for him, to take him all, prove that you could do it. but, when you felt his thick tip push up against your cervix painfully you pushed yourself up on your elbows as he stilled his hips for a moment. you brought one of your hands up to press against his abs, “i can’t take it all,” you confessed, feeling tears prick at your due to the disappointment you felt in yourself.

“it’s ok, sweetheart,” he reassures as he brings his knee up to rest against the edge of the bed next to your body, bringing him closer to your face so he can press kisses against your flushed face. “i think you might feel better the other way.”

all you can do is nod your head as he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling open and needy. he gets his big hands on your hips and urges you to turn over. one of his hands stays on your hip while the other trails up your back, keeping your chest down to the soft, warm bed while your hips are up to meet his groin.

his hand strokes down your back, grounding you as it stills against your ass cheek. he uses that hand to pull you apart, eyes locked onto your dripping folds. “still so wet for me.”

“alfie…,” it’s all you can say at this point, pussy stretched out and mind only filled with thoughts of him. your hands fist the comforter and the bed soaks up your guttural moan as he finally pushes the tip in again, your walls swallowing him like it was where he was meant to be. and alfie was right, it did feel better like this. it still felt like he was splitting you open, but in a way that made your clit throb and made you feel like your brain was leaking through your ears.

all you could was hold on to the comforter as his thrusts rock through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. the only thing that slips past your lips is pure nonsense, mouth unable to form any intelligible words, but alfie wasn’t any better either.

“holy shit, i don’t care how long it takes me to finger you, i could do this every fucking day if you’d let me,” he confided between breathes, big hands squeezing your love handles with every thrust. despite the initial discomfort, you couldn’t help but agree with him and kick yourself for being too nervous to try this sooner. you would be face first in his mattress every night if it meant you got to feel him splitting you open like this.

you can feel heat pooling in your gut and you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, chasing the pleasure zipping through you. you’re getting close, but you know he’s getting close too. his thrust getting sloppier, his hands gripping your thick hips harder, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. you snake a hand underneath yourself, fingers landing on your swollen clit. the contact makes your pussy clench around him.

“fuck,” he exhales, big palm coming down harshly on one of your asscheeks, making you squeal underneath him. he wraps his arm around your waist, broad body blanketing your’s as his thick fingers nudge your’s away and press down on your clit, making your toes curl. you almost choke as your orgasm rips through you, pussy squeezing around his thick length relentlessly, “i got you, i got you.” he chants against your heated skin.

you melt into the mattress as you come down from your high, his arm around your waist being the only thing keeping you up. it’s overstimulating, sensations completely overwhelming and yet you couldn’t feel more content and boneless as his thrusts began to turn sloppy. you turn your head so the comforter is against your cheek and see his hand clenching the fabric by your head. you reach your hand up and loosely cover his before whining, “please, alf, i want it.”

“fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good and i’m so fucking close, sweetheart,” he adjusts your hands so his is covering yours and its like he’s everywhere. you try your best to meet his erratic thrusts and clench your walls around his twitching cock, but every thrust of his hips has your brain short circuiting. your clit gives a pathetic twitch as his thrust stutter and finally still against you, his hot cum finally coating your walls.

you whimper when he pulls out, pussy gaping and then clenching around nothing. he runs his warm hands up your back before reaching back down to your hips and lowering your legs down to the bed. you feel useless and unable to move but you hum in contentment as he blankets himself over you and kisses your shoulders, lips trailing up your neck. “fuck, that may be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

you give a tired smile at the earnestness in his voice, “what about all the sidemen stuff you’ve been doing lately?” you tease.

“sidemen don’t have a pussy like yours,” his lack of filter seemingly even more present despite his obvious exhaustion. as you giggle he adjusts his position, scooting himself off of you, but still keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulder and face pressed into the back of your shoulder so his words drift over your ear.

you two fall silent for a few long moments and it gives you a second to catalog the delicious aches of your body. the ache of your cunt from being stretched, the ache of your thighs from the intensity of your orgasm, the ache in your ass cheek where you hope his handprint is still visible. you’re taken out of your thoughts by alfie’s voice, a soft whisper.

“thank you,” is all he says.

it shocks you a bit, the quiet honesty of it. you shift a bit, tucking your elbows underneath yourself, head raising from the bed as alfie rolls over onto his back so you can look each other in the eyes. as your eyes trace his face you watch his cheeks flush with color, his lips twitch with an embarrassed smile as he brings his arm up to cover his eyes.

you reach over to grab his hand, wanting to see his eyes, “thank you?” you repeat, just a question, not a tease.

“i don’t know,” he tries to explain, not always the best at voicing his true feelings but always trying for you, “it just felt special.”

the warmth that washed over you was immense. you knew that you were one of the lucky ones that got to see this raw and emotional side of alfie and you never tried to take it for granted. “it was so special, alf,” you leaned over, trailing kisses over his cheek, his nose, and then finally planting one against his lips.

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