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reidsdaisies · 30 days

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Heyooo, for our boy Lesley pls x

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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐞

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👄: sharing their first kiss

🚪: showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort

🍯: friends to lovers

💘: love at first sight

🔥: slow burn

😭: unrequited love

༉‧´ˎ˗ paring; lesley smith-juniment x gn!reader ༉‧´ˎ˗ summary; Friends is what you are, what you’ve always been. That fact breaks your heart. ༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; friends to lovers?? trope, mentions of reader’s cheating ex, unrequited love, reader is obsessed with him fr and lesley is hung up over Summer.., kissing, sadness and crying. ༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 1.8k ༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; currently preparing to be hunted down and threatened with pitchforks (jk..) this was so fun to write.. i feel like it has potential for more 😭

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You weren’t even supposed to be working that day. The only reason you were was because your coworker had a family emergency pop up, and she begged you to swap shifts with her. She was your friend first and foremost, so you accepted, wishing her well.

That didn’t mean you were happy about it, though.

You sat behind the counter, head in hand, listening to the sounds of a ticking clock above you. There was not an hour left in the work day, yet it felt like an eternity.

The sound of a bell chiming was what pulled you from your thoughts of boredom. It signaled that there was a customer in need of service. You were almost inclined to tell him you were closing early and to leave, but something about him made you change your mind completely.

The handsome stranger standing in the doorway had an awkward smile plastered on his face, eyes bouncing from wall to wall, scanning over the array of products that the store offered.

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked, picking your head up and looking straight at him.

His ear perked, quickly looking over to you.

“Uh, yeah, yeah you can! Do you guys sell gloves?”

“What do you think?” You laughed.

“Uh, yes? The sign outside said–“

“That we’re a garden supply store. So yeah, we sell gardening gloves. Unless you meant like mittens, cause then we don’t have those.”

“Yeah, I meant gardening gloves. I only asked because I’m looking for specific ones.. I suppose I should’ve said that before.” He grinned nervously.

You’d gotten up by that point, rounding the counter to stand in front of the man. He switched tabs on his phone to the search tab he had opened, presenting it to you. You studied the picture well.

“Hmm.. I think we have those. If not, then I’m sure we have something very similar.”

You motioned for him to follow you, which he did. You stopped in a corner of the store, eyes scanning over each shelf carefully.

“Ahh, here they are,” you smiled to yourself, plucking a pair from the middle shelf and handing them to the man. “Nearly identical.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, staring down at the item, lifting the tag on them. “Thank you..” the man started, bringing his sight over to your name tag. “Y/N.”

You nodded, flashing him a smile of your own, yours far from nervous. You were enjoying the man’s company so far, even from the very little he spoke.

“Is this all, sir?”

“Yeah, and it’s Lesley. Lesley Smith-Juniment.” He told you his full name, as if he was expecting it to be used by you.

“Alright Lesley Smith-Juniment, let’s ring you up.”

At checkout he told you he was planning on starting a garden in his yard. You also learned that he’d most likely be coming back very soon.

You couldn’t wait to see his pretty face again, or to call him by his pretty name again. You couldn’t wait to see him again. You were elated.

…

The rain came down hard, your knocks on the door just as hard. Luckily you donned a raincoat, lent to you by the man who’s door you were on the verge of breaking in.

The door suddenly flung open, taking you aback, a small gasp escaping you.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Lesley asked, panicked, beginning to lead you inside his house by your arm.

You stumbled into the foyer, too focused on kicking your shoes off to answer. You let them fall to the ground and lay sideways on the rug.

“He did it again,” you bit, huffing, eyes set on the wooden floor.

“Oh, y/n,” he cooed. He still held onto your arm, and he pulled you back in closer to him, but you pushed him off.

“I don’t want your pity, Lesley,” your voice cracked.

You were there because that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to feel bad for you, to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go.

Even though that’s what you longed for, it hurt too much to admit, and it was wrong to want. He had feelings for a girl, you were in a relationship – well, a dysfunctional relationship that had ended not an hour before. The man was a placeholder anyway.. and the feeling was mutual.

You groaned, slumping into his arms, too tired to fight what you truly desire anymore. He would hold you but you still wore your (his) raincoat and it was positively drenched in water.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he grunted as he lifted you up from the arms to stand straight again. He was tired himself, dressed in his pajamas, hair a mess, but he’d always make you a priority. You were his friend, his best friend, after all..

Lesley slid the coat off you, making a deal of hanging it up before he walked you into his living room. You immediately curled up on the familiar plush cushions of his couch, hugging a throw pillow close to you. You used it to dramatically muffle your sobs.

The brunet returned not 5 minutes later with a mug of tea in his hand and a warm smile on his face. He sat down beside you on the couch, one hand on the handle of the cup and the other rubbing reassuring circles on your thigh.

“Homemade mint tea,” he told you as you shifted around, sitting up. Homemade mint tea. Mint from his garden. The garden his friend, the woman he had a crush on, prompted him to start. The garden you helped him with.

You tried not to look bitter. Lesley was one of the kindest, softest men you’d met in your entire life. It wasn’t his fault that he likes a woman who is quite literally engaged. You didn’t want him to ever think that you weren’t considerate of him and everything he did for and with you.

“Thanks, Lee.” You mustered up a smile. It was still a sad one, though. I mean, you were literally cheated on, for the 3rd time might I add, by your ‘boyfriend’, if you can even call him one, who’s now your ex. You’d been crying all day. And then, being with the only person who you trusted to tell such a thing to, who had his own issues with his love life, it made you even sadder.

You sipped from the mug, swallowing the liquid. He had put a bit of sugar in it.. just like how you always begged him to do but he never did until then.

“It’s really good,” you whispered, trying hard not to cry, but you failed. You tried to conceal your sorrow but the sniffling gave it away. Lesley looked at you with utmost compassion and understanding.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, brows furrowed and eyes focused on you.

“About what..?” You managed through a choked sob.

“About the reason you’re crying.”

‘No.’

Is what you wanted to answer with, but you couldn’t. What you wanted in the moment was to continue doing what you had been for years, avoiding it altogether. But all that avoiding it gave you was resentment towards Lesley and a girl you barely knew. You didn’t truly want to continue with it, so you mustered a nod, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Lee..” you cleared your throat, correcting yourself, “Lesley Smith-Juniment, I.. I’m going to be vulnerable with you..”

“Please do,” he encouraged softly.

“My ex-boyfriend.. he’s not the man I’m in love with. My feelings for him go no deeper than surface-level. And the feeling is clearly mutual,” you tried to make a joke out of your last sentence, but Lesley didn’t laugh. He was taking this seriously.

“I have feelings for someone who isn’t him..”

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” He asked, as if he was confused. Maybe he actually was, you’re not sure. He’s smart, he should’ve known exactly where you were leading with this.

“Wh-what I’m trying to say is..” you stumbled over your words, pausing for a moment to take another breath. He must’ve known what he was doing by picking your hand up gently, holding it in his. “I-I’m in love with you.. I have been for so long.” You whisper wistfully, glossy eyes staring straight into his eyes for approval.

It wasn’t fair that you couldn’t be together. He was single, you were through with your ex-‘boyfriend’, the girl he liked was taken. You were both available.

You were so close that you could feel his breath fan across your cheek, faces mere inches apart, your ragged breathing and sniffles all he could hear. The longer you stared into his eyes, the more your vision started to warp. You genuinely believed he was looking at you lovingly, wordlessly telling you that he felt the same way.

You weren’t thinking properly, and before you could stop yourself, you were leaning forward, pressing your lips to his. His lips were soft like rose petals, and they tasted as sweet as roses smell. He wasn’t pulling back, in fact, he was tightening his grip on your hand, kissing you harder before he finally broke the kiss, pulling back from the force that you were.

He stared at you dazed, eyes scanning your features. There was a glint of hope in your eyes, as if you really believed he’d kiss you again.

“Y/N, you need to go.”

“Wh-what?” Panic flooded your brain.

“I like someone else, Y/N. You need to understand that and you need to leave. Go repair things with your boyfriend, on your own this time, or don’t.”

He pulled you off the couch, grabbing the mug and setting it down on the coffee table carelessly as he began dragging you back towards the door.

“Lesley, what do you mean? It’s so late, have you seen the weather? You can surely hear it.” You were frantically trying to change his mind, watching helplessly as he rummaged through the closet, looking for that raincoat. You were hesitant to put it on, but you did, and you did so slowly.

“You’re right, it’s late. I’m going to bed, and you’re going to get back in your car and drive home.”

“No-“

“Yes. Yes, Y/N. Don’t protest with me.”

It was rare that Lesley used that grating of a tone with you, but you knew it was warranted. You’d forced yourself into his home, confessed to him when you should’ve known he didn’t feel the same, and most importantly, kissed him without warning.

Tears began to stream down your face again. You didn’t deal well when people were harsh to you.

“Y/N,” he whispered, frowning. “I love you, but I need you to go home, for both of our benefits, okay?”

“O-okay..” you agreed, voice sounding utterly dejected. “Are we still watching the game on Sunday?”

“We’ll see, Y/N.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he shut the heavy door in your face, leaving you to drown in the storm of your own creation.

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deepcreekvultures-writing · 1 month

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"Hipsophobia"

Lesley Smith-Juniment x Gn!Reader

Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Word Count: 4.9k

Content Warning: Fear of heights, mild panic-attack, smut, oral (male receiving)

A/N: Writing smut as an Asexual is hard, sorry if it's not very good.

Summary: Lesley has been begging to take you on a hot-air balloon ride for a little more than 3 years. As much as you hated saying no to him, your fear of heights always stopped you from taking him up on his offer. But luckily for Lesley, you can’t resist when he pouts like that.

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You thought Lesley was awfully cute, even from 30 feet away. Lost in his own little world, surrounded by the big open space, bracketed in by large oak trees. You stood, arms crossed, the tall grass tickling your ankles as you watched him set up his prized hot air balloon.

Even from this far away, you could tell that he was humming to himself as he twisted a canister into place. He had been all smiles all day, gushing over how excited he was to test out his new balloon. He holds the opening of the balloon open, igniting the burner and pulling it up as the hot air floods in.

He knew what he was doing, that much was obvious, he had been taking balloons up for longer than you’d known him. Still, watching that huge flame so close to his pretty face twisted your stomach. Plus, he had almost dropped the canister on his foot earlier.

Luckily he was wearing his construction boots rather than his birkenstocks. As much as you thought Lesley was perfect, you had a few qualms with his fashion sense.

Unluckily, he was wearing these thick, chunky, brown gloves, covering up his perfect, model-esque hands.

You finally approach, keeping quiet as you do so, hands sliding onto his shoulders, up his neck and over his eyes. He completely freezes, hunching in on himself. Lifting onto your toes to whisper in his ear, you let the tension settle before speaking.

“Hey there, sunshine, what’re you up to?” You greet, whispering softly as you try not to laugh.

Lesley relaxes, letting out a groan, “Do you have to do that? You scared the shit out of me” He lets a soft laugh follow, turning to face you. You giggle, the way he curses always sounds so awkward. It was cute. Your hands gently slide down to his shoulders as he spins around, settling just below his collarbones.

“Yes I do have to do that, it’s my job, though I am grossly underpaid.” A smile gathers at the corners of your mouth, reaching your eyes as you gaze up into Lesley’s calm face.

“Oh, are you?” He chuckles, his face glowing in the soft evening light. Underneath your palms, you could feel the steady thrum of his heart.

“Definitely, oh- and undervalued. I don’t think you appreciate me Mr. Smith- Juniment.” Lifting a hand, you poked into his shoulder accusingly. His toothy grin widens at your teasing, his head tilting slightly to the side and he lets out a long exhale.

“Do you want to go up with me?” He asks, eyes shining brightly in the light of the sun, his skin glistening around the perimeter of his face. He slips off his gloves, tossing them at the basket behind him. They hit the ground with a soft thud.

Your face scrunches, “In that death machine? No thanks, I’ll pass.” though you can’t stay like that for long as Lesley’s smile falters.

“It’s not a death machine, actually, I’m sure you’d like it if you gave it a shot.” He pouts a little, his face slightly flushed in the early summer heat. You frown, your resolve bending a little as the corners of his eyes soften.

“Les, you know I’m scared of heights.” Your voice is a lot gentler this time around. The fabric of his plaid button up is surprisingly soft under your touch.

He frowns, pressing his lips together slightly in thought. “I’ll be with you”

“Well, then I would be worried about your impending doom on top of mine.” You wiggle your fingers, tapping them against his clavicle with the soft pursing of your lips.

Lesley watches you as you think, your eyes cast down to his boots. His gaze is soft, a small frown playing at his lips. He had been begging you to go on the balloon with him since you started working as his client relations coordinator three years ago. Your fear of heights always pushed you from taking him up in his invitation, though you didn’t have any issue listening to him gush about the rides after the fact.

You wanted to go, you really did. But being suspended hundreds of feet in the air in nothing more than a wicker basket?

No fucking way.

“Listen, Lesley, I would love to go but-”

“You’re coming.” He interrupts, lifting his hands and placing them on top of yours, stilling your nervous tapping.

“I’m sorry?” Tilting your head and furrowing your eyebrows, you watch as he flounders a bit, looking around at the scenery before settling his gaze back onto you.

“I- well- well, I think you need to get over it.” Your eyebrows raise at that, eyes widening at his bluntness, “Not that- not that I think that your fear isn’t valid or anything! God no- no, I just think that you might be a little too stuck in your head about this?”

Even when you should be offended he finds himself firmly planted in your good graces. You couldn’t help but soften a little more, your resolve cracking at his caring nature. You had noticed in the past few months that Lesley had been a lot better at advocating for himself.

And apparently he was pretty good at advocating for you, too.

“I guess so, but I feel like this might be a little overboard for getting over my fear.” You glance over at the death-coated balloon standing tall behind the flushed man in front of you.

“But if you do this, everything else will seem so much smaller.” Lesley’s voice sounded like a chorus of bells, his logic was wishy-washy, but he was just so Lesley.

So perfect.

“I’m very glad that you’re not my therapist,” You chuckle, trying to ignore the way his thumbs brush against the sides of your hands. He laughs, eyes closing and all, and you break. Your posture slackening as you melt under the rays of his smile. He looked like the break of sunlight through the clouds of a thunderstorm.

Pouting a bit, you sigh, your head drooping to look at his boots again. He stays silent, letting you mull it over as you count the scuffs on the edge of the tan suede. Your core temperature rises as his body heat flows into you, your hands trapped between his chest and his all-too warm hands.

“Okay, okay, we can go,”

His face lights up, somehow shining even brighter as the sun starts to cascade towards the horizon in the west.

“However,” You ball up the front of his shirt in your hands, “If anything goes wrong, you bring us back down immediately.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He nods vigorously, his hair falling into his face sloppily. He pulls away from you, his hands lingering on your wrists before he turns, grabbing his gloves off the ground.

Lesley slips the thick gloves on, covering up his slender fingers. You almost whimper, frowning deeply at the sight.

He turns on the burner, the flame large and in charge, he waves you over. He had explained how the balloons worked to you before, but this time, he helped you into the wicker basket, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

He hops in with you, hauling the sandbags into the basket before turning to you. “Are you ready?”

You press yourself against the wall of the basket, clearing your throat and shaking your head both yes and no at the same time. Lesley laughs, and it soothes you for just long enough that he can crank the burner without much fuss from you. The hot air floats into the balloon and lifts it off of the ground steadily.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Lesley, no- No, Lesley, I can’t!” You yelp, sliding down the wall of the basket, looking up at him with wide eyes. You press your hands into the basket, clawing at the material. He crouches in front of you in the enclosed space, putting his hands on your arms, gently guiding you to stand.

His arm slides around your waist, holding you secure against him as your knees wobble. His gloved hand flattening around the curve of your ribs.

“You’re okay, we’re fine.” He whispers, leaning forward and pressing his cheek against yours to whisper into your ear. His touch is muffled by the thick gloves, but his hand slides against your back in an attempt to sooth you.

“I’m gonna kill you,” You grumble, your arms tossed around his shoulders. It took everything in your power to not strangle him in your grip.

As the ground got further away, your face started to tingle, a wash of numbness falling over you. Behind the cage of your ribs, your heart hammers in your chest, heavy breaths falling from your lips as you watch the terrain drift away.

“Lesley…” Your voice wobbles, the full weight of your body leaning into him. He responds in kind, adjusting himself to try and hold you up. Your hands claw at his back through his shirt, your panting breaths hitting his neck as your head swims.

You were going to die. The balloon was going to pop and you were going to fall and you were going to die.

And Lesley.

No, no, no, no. Lesley can’t die, he’s perfect, he needs to live a full life and find someone that treats him right, and have a gajillion kids because there is no possible future that he would not be the world's best father.

You tighten your grip around him, your thoughts going a mile a minute. They were mostly about Lesley: how to keep him safe in the impending crash, his future kids, the perfect world where you both survive and you have his kids, and the balloon being set on fire.

The balloon is on fire and you’re dying.

The balloon is on fire and Lesley is dying.

Tears well up in your eyes and you choke out a sob. Lesley’s arm tightens around you, his other hand letting go of the trigger on the burner. He uses his teeth to pull off the fabric glove, securing his arm around you before doing the same with his other hand.

“Hey, hey, listen to me, we’re fine, everything is fine.” Lesley whispers, cupping the back of your head and manually turning you to look away from the ground. Holding you in place, Lesley looks you in the eyes, repeating his reassurance.

“Lesley, I’m scared, this is fucking terrifying.” You rush, your voice and octave shy of a shriek. He smiles in response, cupping your cheek with his warm hand, unobstructed by those gloves you were learning to hate.

“I’ve got you, and I’m not leaving, you're fine, we’re perfectly safe.” His soft voice only served to keep the tears flowing. He uses his thumbs to brush them away just for them to be replaced moments later. His sweetness was pushing you over the edge.

“If you’re lying and you die, I’m going to kill you” You sob, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Lesley chuckles at your threat, leaning his cheek on your head as he attempts to take one of your arms off of him. It takes a second before he can successfully pry your iron grip off of his shirt.

Slipping his fingers around your wrist, Lesley guides your hand to rest on his chest, your palm flattening just over his heart. The steady rhythm is soft, only slightly elevated in comparison to your racing heart.

“Feel that? We aren’t in danger, I’m not scared.” Lesley says, his voice slightly muffled by your hair, “I’ll let you know if you need to be scared,”

He holds you flush against him, his hand flattened around your waist. He takes slow deep breaths, coaxing you through breathing exercises. Eventually he slides your hand up to his neck, pressing your fingers against his artery instead. You could feel the thrum of his heart with more clarity now, the vein pushing against your fingers with every steady pump of his heart.

Your body slowly relaxed into his, he was incredibly warm, and his steady, rock solid confidence in your safety gave you the comfort you needed to really try and reign yourself in.

Your heart syncs up with Lesley’s, the rhythm steady and strong. A long silence follows as you focus on the thrumming of his heart against your fingers. Lifting your head, you take in the scenery, there’s a soft tension in your jaw as you peer over the edge of the basket. The ground was far below, the trees just clusters of vibrant green. You could see Austin not too far off, tall buildings breaking up the flat ground below.

His pulse against your fingers keeps you grounded. A soft breeze brushes over your tear stained cheeks, chilling your skin. Clouds blanket the sky, drifting calmly as the sun begins to kiss the horizon.

“I told you you’d like it.” He grins, his eyes locked on your face rather than the picturesque vision around him.

“Oh shut up…” You grumble, watching a small cluster of birds circle around each other in the distance. Lesley’s smile softens as he takes in your face, flushed from your crying, blanketed in the warm glow of the setting sun.

Your fingers adjust against his pulse, the touch gentle as you slide them a little further up, resting just beneath the underside of his jaw. He inhales sharply at the feeling.

“Y’know… I could never find the heartbeat in my wrist.” Lesley breaks the silence, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. His smile is as bright and toothy as ever.

“Seriously?” You turn to look at him again, your eyebrows furrowing a bit, though the tension melts out of your jaw.

He nods, letting go of you slowly and showing you his wrists. He attempts to find the vein, fumbling around with his fingers, making you laugh.

“Here,” You gently slide your hands along his arm, one hand moving to cup the underside of his wrist, “It’s right next to your tendon,” the pads of your fingers slide along the tendon in the center of his wrist, making him jolt slightly as a chill runs up his spine. Settling your fingers next to his tendon, you apply a little pressure, smiling as you find it. He shuffles uncomfortably, pressing his lips together firmly in order to muffle the soft noise that bubbles up at the back of his throat.

Lesley follows your lead, pressing his fingers too far up his wrist. You correct him gently, placing your fingers over his and guiding him back down to the correct spot.

“Thank you, Lesley.” You whisper, looking up at him. He smiles in response, shaking his head lightly. The sun begins to set further into the horizon, casting a bronze hue over his features.

There was no mistaking how gorgeous Lesley was on any given day, but in light of a sunset he was a whole other form of beautiful. The warm light shines over the apex of his flushed cheekbones, sinking into darkness within the hollows of his cheeks. His lips, soft looking and pink, are illuminated stunningly by the sun’s farewell.

As you gaze at him, your fingers still pressed against his pulse, you could feel it quicken. Your anxiety rears its head and you look around the balloon, the absence of ground starting to freak you out as you realize how high up you are.

Lesley, takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “We’re fine, what’s wrong?” He pouts, worried that he had done something to upset you. His thumbs slide over your cheekbones, wiping away any spare tears.

“Sorry- Sorry… your heart rate picked up and I was worried that something happened.” You chuckle dryly, taking a few deep breaths. Tilting your head a little into the warmth of his palms

He looks guilty, chewing his bottom lip slightly before speaking “No, sorry, I just- I just realized something is all.”

Lesley’s eyes are soft and glistening, his cheeks tinted with more than just the sun’s kiss, and his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip. Heat pools in your stomach at the sight of him, his messy hair falling over his face wildly.

You lift your hand tentatively, gently pushing his hair back. Attempting to tame the wildness of his hair, your fingers slide against his scalp. In the end, you just push it back, mumbling something about him growing it out.

His hands return to your sides, his touch light as his fingers settle into the curve of your waist. Bringing yourself towards him, the tip of your nose brushes against his lightly. Lesley lets out a shuddering breath at the proximity, his large hands sliding down to envelope the apex of your hips.

Lesley was perfect. In every conceivable way. And god he smelled so good.

He tilts his head a bit, letting his lips ghost over yours. You could feel his breath wafting over yours, shuddering and uneven. Your body gravitates into him, hands sliding along the sides of his face lightly, your nose pressing into his cheek.

The fact that you were a little more than a thousand feet in the air couldn’t possibly bother you now. Your hands slide down his neck, cradling the base of his skull. In your peripherals the sky behind him is blanketed in a pinky-orange hue, clouds breezing across the scape slowly.

Growing impatient, you finally pull him closer, meeting his lips in a short delicate kiss. It doesn’t last long, and you could feel him chasing the feeling of your lips as you pull away. Lesley pouts a bit, his eyes big and round as they look into yours with a silent plea. You couldn’t help but smile, his warmth lingering on your skin. The heat pooling in your stomach simmers into a white hot desire to kiss him again. It’s almost as if he can read your mind when his arm hooks snugly around the small of your back and he finds your mouth again, capturing it within his.

Lesley’s lips were every bit as soft and warm as you imagined, fitting against yours perfectly. All the years of longing glances and pent up sexual frustration pours out as you kiss him. His hands press firmly into your back as he pulls a long breath in through his nose. His shoulders droop as he melts into you, your chests pressing together as he holds you as close as humanly possible.

Your perfect, beautiful, gentle Lesley kisses with a surprising amount of force. His mouth moves against yours in an intense rhythm, his tongue teasing at your bottom lip as he envelopes your mouth in his. You sigh into his kiss, and his hands travel up your sides. Bracketing your face in his warm palms. He nudges your jaw open with his thumb, sliding the pad of his finger along the flesh of your bottom lip.

Your hands find their way down his torso, sliding against his plaid shirt before hitting the hem of his jeans. You hook your fingers around his belt loops, keeping his hips up against you.

He sucks your tongue into his mouth, sliding his own against it. He breaks the kiss briefly, huffing out a few breaths against your face before diving back in. You let out a muffled yelp as he crashes back into you, your eyes opening for a moment before fluttering closed once more.

Your fingers trail around his waist band, tugging on the loops a little. Your thumb circles the silver buckle of his belt, sliding down the front seam of his jeans. Lesley chokes out a moan, the force of it breaking the kiss. Rather than let him pull away from you, you trail your lips down his chin.

Leaving hot open mouth kisses down the center of his throat, your teeth gently graze over his Adam's apple. The tip of your tongue circles it twice before dipping down to the start of his collarbones.

You trace the outline of him through the fabric of his jeans, circling your index finger around the tip briefly. His jaw falls open at the tease, a shuddering groan falling from his pretty pink lips.

Adjusting, you push your knee between his legs, keeping his hips against you as you take your hands off his waistband. Sliding them up his torso, you unbutton his shirt a little further. You push your leg further between his own, grinding against him.

“Wait…” He gasps out, contradicting himself and letting his head tilt back for you.

You pause, stilling your lips against the warm skin of his neck, “What’s wrong?” You whisper, pressing a small kiss to his throat.

“Are you- are you sure?” His hips slide against yours, his desperation evident.

“Very.” You mumble, letting your teeth nip their way across his collarbone. Flattening your tongue, you slide it up the expanse of his throat, pausing as you find his pulse. His heart hammers against your tongue, your teeth nipping lightly at the artery. His hand cradles the back of your head, his slender fingers sliding into your hair.

You take his skin between your teeth, biting gently into his soft skin with all the care in the world. You suck gently on the bite to soothe the small bruise left in its wake. The vibrations of his moans against your lips fuel the fire and winding you tight.

Your hands slide down his torso again, leaving his shirt partially unbuttoned. You drag your teeth along his pulse, nudging the collar of his shirt aside as you reach his collarbone. Hands resting on his hips once more, you stop his desperate grinding.

Lesley huffs out heavy breaths, lacking the stimulation his hips were providing. He goes to speak but is stopped by your hand sliding over his waistband, dipping down to tease him again. You pay special attention to his collarbone, leaving the length of him as an afterthought.

He sighs out your name, sounding a little strained at your touch. You detach from his neck, pressing small kisses to the hickeys darkening his lightly tanned skin. Hooking your fingers into the buckle of his belt, you quickly unfasten it. Lifting your head, you press your cheek into his, feeling the burning shyness simmering under his skin.

Your lips graze the shell of his ear, “Tell me if you want me to stop.” is all you whisper. You turn slightly, kissing along his jawline in slow drags.

He nods, whispering back an almost inaudible ‘okay’ which is quickly cut off by a sharp inhale as you pop the button of his jeans. Your index finger hooks over his zipper, sliding it down slowly. He squirms a bit against you, the slowness of your movements only proving to frustrate him further.

His hand grips your hair, tugging your head back to connect your lips to his once again. Mouth slotting against yours, his tongue weaves its way into your mouth, sliding along the expanse of your own. His other hand slides a finger along the line of your jaw, brushing your hair out of your face as he envelopes you in his affection.

You flatten your hand, sliding it into his unfastened jeans. He groans into your mouth, his hips moving up to greet your hand, only separated by the thin fabric of his boxers. You could feel his pulse under your palm as you cup him in your hand, your thumb circling the head lazily. Using your free hand to keep him still, eating up his breathy whines as you tease him. You detach your mouth from his, biting your way down his neck. Taking the time to worship his skin, leaving large dark bruises as your mouth dips down to his exposed chest.

He huffs out into the open air, moaning loudly as you begin to stroke his length through his boxers. He twitches underneath your touch, attempting to grind against your hand to pick up the pace, but you push his hips up against the wall of the balloon’s basket.

“Stop.” You whisper, taking his earlobe between your teeth briefly. He groans, untangling his hand from your hair to cover his reddened face.

Stopping your slow ministrations, you kiss down his throat again, over the curve of his collarbone and down his sternum. Lowering yourself slowly, you kneel on the floor of the basket. You free your hand from his jeans, much to his displeasure, but your fingers hook around his belt loops. Tugging his jeans down his thighs, he lets out a small gasp, panicking a bit as he drops his hand and meets your eyes.

You smile up at him, your hand finding him again, leisurely sliding along him through the thin fabric. Sliding his boxers down his thighs to sit along with his jeans, you take in the full sight of him.

Your fingers curl around him and he sucks in a breath through his clenched teeth. Tracing the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft, you meet his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the basket, his blunt fingernails digging into the wicker material.

Lesley’s eyes are blown wide, the honey-like color of his irises limited to a thin ring around his dilated pupils. The flushed color of his skin is illuminated by the thin layer of sweat gathering at his temples. He watches you with labored breath as you slowly begin to pump him in your hand. Swiping your thumb over his tip, you use the precum gathering in the slit as a form of lubricant. He shudders, his mouth dropping open as he lets out a broken moan.

Leaning forward, you slide your tongue along the side of him, the tip running along the pulsing vein. He buck his hips absentmindedly and you flatten your free hand over his stomach, keeping him pressed against the wall. He whines softly, your hand moving slowly along him, your tongue circling around the tip in an aggravatingly slow fashion. You were toying with him, watching him carefully as he writhes.

The noises falling from his lips sounded like the most gorgeous symphony. You knew full well how desperate he was, his hips fighting to move despite your restrictions.

Flattening your tongue, you take just the head of him into your mouth. You quicken the pace of your hand, pumping him a little faster. You drag your tongue along the underside of his irritated tip, sliding it along his slit.

Lesley chokes out a strained moan, his head falling forward. Quickly pushing his hair out of his face, intent on watching you despite how achingly slow you were going. His eyelids flutter as you take him further, his head sliding along the flat of your tongue. Dropping your hands to gently grip his thighs, your fingernails lightly dig into the flesh.

Without restrictions, his hips jerk into you, the tip of him hitting the back of your throat. You groan against him, the vibration almost causing him to unravel. Lifting yourself off of him a bit, you push back down, the tip of your nose brushing against his base continuously as you find a rhythm. Dropping all teasing and focusing on his pleasure, you keep your pacing steady, your tongue curling around his head to provide extra stimulation.

As you push him closer to the edge, his muscles tense and his thoughts go flat. Lesley couldn’t think or say anything, his brain completely fogging over. His vision blurs as your soft noises vibrate into his sensitive skin, his tip sliding between your upper palate and the flat of your tongue. Completely overcome with everything around him, a bead of sweat trails its way down the tip of his nose. He couldn’t possibly care how loud he was being under your control.

Feeling himself getting closer, his hands find their way into your hair. He gently rakes his fingers over your scalp as his back arches, pushing himself as far into you as he can. Lesley is completely incoherent, words coming out broken and jumbled in between pants and gasps. He twitches in your mouth, his hips stuttering lightly as he orgasms.

You take it as well as you can, your nails digging into his thighs as you focus on not choking at his release. His knees wobble, and you pull off of him slowly. You take a second to swallow fully, standing from your kneeling position to hold him upright when he wavers. He looked completely fucked out, his eyes swimming as they land on your face.

Clearing your throat, you speak, “God, Lesley, you okay?” The question is accompanied by a light laugh. You lift your hand, brushing a hand through his hair to get a good look at his face.

“I love you.” He pants, leaning in to capture you in a kiss. He could taste himself on your lips, taking the time to rub his thumbs over your cheeks.

When the kiss finally breaks, you laugh again, “I love you too, Les, now answer my question”.

“Oh! Shit- I’m so sorry, are you okay? I just-” He cuts himself off, floundering a bit as his mind races with the implications of what just happened. His hands keep your face bracketed in his palms, his eyes searching yours in a panic.

“I’m fine, promise,” Nodding, you press a few quick kisses to both of his cheeks. “Are you feeling okay? Lightheaded at all?” You ask, a little concerned considering the altitude.

He shakes his head, “I’m perfect, great- you’re great, and perfect.” He scrambles to shower you in compliments, peppering your face in kisses in an oddly apologetic fashion.

��Thanks,” You giggle, smiling as he showers you in affection, “Now, can you bring us down? I’d like to take you to dinner.”

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