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anemonenemerosa · 4 years

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Oops sorry!! I just assumed with oknutzy! Maybe 17 for Wolfstar 🥰

No worries, anon! Since your request was already written by @mooncat457writing (read it, it’s sooo good) and no other prompt of the list was simliar, I thought of a new one and wrote something for you. I hope you ike it!

"The door fell shut behind me while getting the mail. Now I'm stuck outside on a windy October day"

The bright side of locking yourself out

It was 1 pm when the insistent ringing of the doorbell jerked Sirius out of his dreams. He grumbled for a few moments before his brain caught up and reminded him that he'd ordered a replacement for the broken gear-belt of his motorcycle. And Sirius really needed to get the bike repaired 'cause taking the tube to and from work was just the worst. So, he jumped out of bed and raced to the door of the building – there's no way he's missing the mailperson! Tough luck, Sirius was just in time to see the backlights of the delivery-truck disappear behind a corner.

"God, damnit!" He cursed loudly, mentally just warming up for a full-on rant when a particularly forceful wind-gust shoved half a ton of leaves in Sirius' face and caused an unfortunate bang behind his back.

No. Please no. Slowly, as if keeping off looking might undo what the dreadful noise promised, Sirius turned around, finally staring at the firmly closed door. It is just now that he realised that he's not only stuck outside on a rather unpleasant mid-October day, no, he's stuck outside barefoot, only wearing his pyjama bottoms and a worn shirt. No phone, no keys. It began to rain, no umbrella. What. A. Day.

Just two months ago, Sirius still lived with James and that wouldn't have been much of a problem. Back in the day, James was still writing his final assignment for his degree and stayed at home all the time.But since he graduated, found himself a paying job and moved in with Lily, Sirius lives alone for the very first time in his 25 years on this planet. And while he loved Lily dearly, Sirius couldn't always stop himself from feeling a bit abandoned and lonely, which was ridiculous, of course. Since they got together, James and Lily never let any doubt creep in that Sirius was anything but loved and treasured by both of them.

But the sentiment was of no use just then. In that moment, he needed to find a pragmatic solution. What does one do, trapped outside with no phone, no keys and no shoes? Sirius sighed in resignation. One does walk to the next cafe, beg them to use their phone without coming off as a complete nutter and call James to rescue him.

About five steps from the door, Sirius stopped dead in his tracks, quest forgotten. Walking right up to him was his neighbour from upstairs, the most intriguing person Sirius has ever met, or almost met, seen that they had never talked before.

The guy seemed very unassuming the few times he saw him in the stairway with his knit sweaters and washed out jeans. He was very quiet in the mornings as if he unknowingly considered that Sirius, as a bartender, worked during the nights and really needed his mornings to sleep. During the afternoon however, enjoyable music wafted down through Sirius' open windows together with the delicious smell of freshly cooked food.

The neighbour -Lupin, it said on the mailbox- stared at Sirius with wide eyes for a moment before he stepped closer, holding his umbrella over both of them.

"Erm." The other man said instead of greeting him.

"Please don't ask." Sirius implored him, completely done with this day already. But then again, Lupin had a nice voice.

"Right", Lupin laughed, "You live in the basement, right? Black? I'm going to ask anyway... aren't you cold?"

Not what Sirius expected to be asked. Naturally, his response was eloquent, he was absolutely not caught off guard, "Uhh -yeah, I live here. And- and I'm cold... but I thought you were-"

"-going to ask why you are out here?" Lupin laughed again, a really nice sound, "You clearly locked yourself out. No one goes around in the rain in October like this. Want to come in to mine? Dry off and call someone?"

With that he looked pointedly at Sirius, who took the glance as a clue to have a look at himself. So, summed up, he was drenched, with dirty feet and unkempt hair. Not the first impression he wanted to make on his neighbour. He's a proper adult now. Anyhow, this was by far his best option "That would actually safe my day."

Without another word, Sirius was led upstairs, offered a warm shower and some soft clothes, which were a bit too big for him (Lupin was at least half a head taller than himself). Clean and dry, Sirius sits in Lupin's little kitchen for his next task: calling James, who couldn't leave work for another three hours, meant that Sirius either waited for another four hours or paid 600 pounds for key-service to open his door, which he found out in the next call. He got a string of curses off his chest and was met with an astounded look of Lupin, who had poked his head though the door. Today, Sirius was impressively good at presenting himself at his worst.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, not looking at his generous neighbour.

"Nah it's fine." Said one just shrugged, "What did your friend say?"

"Another four hours or 600 pounds." Sirius supplied, feeling a little miserable.

"Oh, unfortunate. Do you want to wait here? I have some work to do but you can hang out if you want."

"No, thank you. That would be too much" It really would.

"No. Really, it's no bother. I wouldn't offer if it wasn't alright." Lupin waved him off, "I'm Remus, by the way. And before you ask: Yes, Remus like in the Roman mythology"

"Nice to officially meet you, Remus, like in the Roman mythology." Sirius bowed mockingly, "I'm Sirius, and before you ask, yes, like the star and yes, I've probably heard all of the serious-jokes in existence by now."

With introductions out of the way, Sirius was sat on the big and comfortable couch in the living room with a nice cup of milky tea. He had no idea what to do now and felt a bit awkward, but his neighbour seemed unbothered by his surprise-guest.

"Sorry to be such a bad host but I have a bit work to do, I didn't get to do last night. If you like, feel free to take whatever book sparks your interest from the shelves." Remus apologised and put on some quiet music over his phone while settling in a cosy armchair across the couch with a stack of papers on his lap. It was only then, that Sirius realised how good-looking Remus was. His hair, light brown, wavy and a bit shaggy was falling slightly into his bright hazel eyes, focused on the papers in front of him. Suddenly, Remus huffed, scrunched up his slightly crooked nose (dusted with freckles that spread over his cheekbones) and lifted his left hand to his thin-lipped mouth to gnaw at his thumbnail.

"Displeasing literature?" Sirius heard himself asking before he could check the question in his mind for stupidity.

"You have no idea." the other man grumbled, "That one actually wrote that the inhabitants of Egypt are the mummies!"

Sirius couldn't help but bark a laugh at the affronted tone of Remus' voice,

"So, you're teaching history?"

"Yeah." Remus sighed and plucked a red pen from the little table beside him and began vigorously scribbling onto the paper.

The conversation felt to be over for now as Sirius' host seemed, indeed, quite busy. So, Sirius took up the offer to have a look at the bookshelves lining three walls of the room. The carped felt warm and soft under his bare feet while he strolled along the shelves. Quickly he recognised several of his favourites among the countless books and when his eye caught on The Little Prince, he couldn't resist to take it with him back to the couch.

When he was settled again, Remus looked up to see what Sirius had picked and smiled around a soft hum "I've read so many books and this is still one of my favourites."

Sirius couldn't help but smile back. "Mine, too."

From then on, they sat in a far more comfortable silence than before, both engulfed in their literature. Now and then, Remus huffed or snorted and shared some of the more entertaining mishaps of his students. It felt like they've been spending their afternoons together like this for years. Sirius was simultaneously at peace and properly creeped out.

After a while. Remus got up and returned with a fresh cup of tea for both of them. Steeped for exactly long enough, with the perfect amount of milk in it.

"It's wild that I've been living here for a little over two months and we barely even saw each other, isn't it?" Sirius commented, cradling his new cup in his hands while Remus got once again comfortable in his armchair.

"No, not really." The other man supplied with a slightly sad smile, "See, I teach evening classes from around 7 pm to midnight, get home around 1 am and because I'm an absolute night owl, I usually do my grading and preparations right after until 4 or 5 and then sleep 'till noon. And while I thrive in my rhythm, it's a bit hard to meet, or just come across, people... or get to go out for breakfast. It's silly but I love breakfast and until I get up, most places have switched to the lunch-menu already."

What are the chances. "And here I thought that you were so quiet in the mornings because you are psychic and just know that I sleep during that time." Sirius couldn't help the chuckle bubbling up his throat at the puzzled expression of the man across him. "I'm a bartender and work from 8 to 3 in the morning during the week and until 5 on Fridays and Saturdays." He elaborated, "after that I'm often too riled up to go directly to sleep, so I often go to bed around 6 and sleep until 1."

Remus just stared at him. "Our schedules are nearly identical."

Sirius opened his mouth to reply when the sound of the doorbell interrupted them. Remus got up to open the door to a hurried James, who handed Sirius the spare-keys, kissed his cheek and stormed off again.

"So, this was James. Is he your boyfriend, then?" The cosy atmosphere dissolved with the appearance of a wary look on Remus' face.

"Nah. He is my best friend, practically brother. I know, kissing is rather uncommon between two male friends, but we've been doing that since we met fourteen years ago, and I don't give a shit about convention." Sirius explained with a fond smile on his face.

After that, they parted rather quickly as both men needed to get ready for work, but a lot still lingered in the air, unsaid. His shift went over much too slow for Sirius while he brooded over the change in the atmosphere at the end of his stay with his neighbour.

The next day, Sirius woke up with a plan. A potentially humiliating plan, but worth the risk. He got up much quicker than usual, fired up the oven and began preparing. Around 12:30 Sirius knocked at his neighbour's door and was met with a sleepy Remus in pyjamas.

"Hey- erm... good morning! Here are your clothes!" Sirius began far too loud. All he achieved was a furrowed brow on the other man's face.

Get a grip, Black! "Uhh...OK. Listen, I really like you. Would you like to have a breakfast-date with me?" He tried to put on a winning smile while lifting the tray in his hands a bit.

Remus, who had blushed furiously during Sirius' rambling, blinked at him once before a wide grin spread on his face and he stepped aside to let Sirius and the warm croissants in.

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stellar-imagines · 5 years

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝slip up.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Togata Mirio ]

「Mirio and his S/O trains together because they wanted to get better in close combat. And during that time, you manage to sprain your ankle. 」

TOGATA MIRIO

“No! Don’t you even think about going easy on me, Mirio!” you scolded the male who was warming up, rolling his arm as he let out a chuckle.

“So I assume that using quirks in prohibited?” he asked, doing a few squats while you stretch your arms.

Mirio was the top student in UA and you felt a little special to be his girlfriend even though there were other prettier than you. Training with Mirio was a common thing and you thought of it as a way to spend time with each other. Being third-year students in UA wasn’t easy. Hero classes got more intense and there was this heavy expectation on your shoulders that everyone unconsciously thrown at you. Maybe you finally got a taste of how Amajiki feels when standing in front of the class to deliver a speech.

“No quirks.” came your reply as you set your body straight.

But there was no point in whining about all that. You wanted to become a hero, so these are the obstacles and hurdles that you have to face. With your head held up high and determination shining through your [Eye Color] orbs, you decided to tackle these obstacles to reach your dream. Once Mirio stopped his stretching, he motioned you to start.

Having trained with each other for a long time had its perks. You knew that changing stances signalled that you were ready. With your fists raised and eyes locked with Mirio’s, you prepared your attack. Mirio moved first, attempting to catch you off guard. You responded well, maneuvering around him and try to counter-attack but you were easily blocked. This went on for a while, exchanging blows and blocking. It was disadvantageous for you who often relied on your quirk instead of hand-to-hand combat.

After a while, you were presented with a great opportunity. You had his hands occupied with your own. Using your entire body, you forced him to pull away from you. While he was struggling to gain footing, you spun on your heel to land a kick. ‘Gotcha!’ You were sure that your foot would collide with his arm. If he managed to block this one, you could switch with your other foot.

“Woah!” you didn’t expect him to disappear. It was as if your brain malfunction for a second. You stepped back, unknowingly tripping on a rock and fell down onto the ground ungracefully. The impact made your heart beat against your chest and adrenaline rush throughout your entire body. Your breathing was slightly ragged as you felt a jolt of pain. A minuscule movement of your foot had caused you to experience immense pain.

“Whoopsie!” Mirio hastily grabbed his abandoned clothing and put them on, walking over towards you with an apologetic look on his face. It felt a bit embarrassing that he had to resort to using his quirk when he was cornered. However, that just proved how much you had improved over the past few months.

“Sorry, [First Name]! But it’s your win since I was cornered and forced to use my quirk.”

“Well, it’s all fine. I know I wouldn’t want my face to be smashed by a fist either. You probably did the most natural thing one would do.” you smiled gently at your boyfriend.

“Can you get up?” the blonde offered his hand. You took his hand and tried to pull yourself up but it wasn’t easy. A loud yelp escaped your lips as you fell back onto the ground. Mirio grew concerned and kneeled down in front of you. His eyes followed your hand which unconsciously brushed the skin of your now swollen ankle.

“That’s a pretty bad sprain.” he mused.

“Indeed. Lend me your shoulder, Mirio. I’ll manage to the infirmary somehow.” you said, shifting a bit to not put pressure on your ankle. It made him feel guilty to see you in pain.

That was when an incredible idea popped up in his head. You rose a brow, watching as he turned around so that his back was facing you. The male looked over his shoulder, giving you his usual smile.

“Hop on!” he said.

“Pardon?”

“I said hop on!” Mirio repeated.

“I heard you the first time but you don’t have to carry me to the infirmary. I can just lean on your shoulder for support.....” you mumbled shyly. Mirio grabbed your arms and put them over his shoulders.

“That is nonsense! I insist on carrying you to the infirmary. After all, it’s what heroes do!” he beamed brightly. Sighing softly and rolled your eyes, you secured your arms around his neck as he grabbed you by your thighs.

It was nice to be close to your boyfriend. The scent of his detergent and shampoo infiltrated your nostrils, it made you relax on his back. You were well aware of how much Mirio had trained, with the way your chest was pressing against his toned back, it was easy to tell. Mirio carried you out of the gym and into the school building where there were still students loitering in the hallway.

“Are you seriously going to carry me throughout the whole way to the infirmary?” you mumbled, feeling the gazes of the bypassers as Mirio walked down the hall with a happy smile on his face.

“Yep!”

“You seem awfully happy to embarrass me.” you shot back with a glare.

“Everyone gets to see that fine ass of yours! More importantly, the fact that you’re only mine!” he beamed before turning a corner.

“Stop embarrassing me already.....” you grumbled, burying your face onto the crook of his neck.

Total: 937 words Published: 29.06.2019

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justanotherzosofangirl · 5 years

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Everlong—Jimmy Page Smut

Thanks for 600 followers guys! Here is my gift for you. Btw the next part of Front Page is almost done, should be up later this week!

Author’s Note: Okay time to come clean: I’ve officially become a whore for Jimmy Page’s stomach. I blame that damn photo of him with John Stamos; the photo would be even hotter if it were only Jimmy, but beggars can’t be choosers!

This picture has kept me up these past few nights, So much so that I have to share this recurring dream I’ve had.

And the title is inspired by Everlong by the Foo Fighters, seemed appropriate! Plus I swear I heard it in my dreams!

Enjoy! As always, feedback is encouraged!

Summary: If you’re stressed

May I suggest

Sex with Jim is best

You may soon be obsessed

You threw open the door to your apartment—flat, you thought to yourself (been in England six months and you still haven’t mastered British slang)—and kicked your heels off. It had been a long, hectic day at the publishing company you worked at and you just wanted to curl up with your husband and go to sleep.

That was the plan, until you dragged yourself into your bedroom and found Jimmy sprawled out on the king-sized mattress, sleeping soundly...and looking absolutely beautiful.

His long, ebony hair was framed around his perfect face, his usually intense features softened by a blissful slumber. Even from your spot in the doorway you could hear his gentle breathing patterns, his chest rising up and down rhythmically.

Your eyes couldn’t be stolen from the sight of him; his blue Hawaiian shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his chest hair and stomach. You’d never said it aloud for you knew he was quite sensitive about it, but you loved Jimmy’s stomach. You’d spent many a lazy day lying down together, your head resting on his belly while he’d run his long and limber fingers through your hair.

There just wasn’t a flaw in Jimmy Page; you’d been with him long enough to confirm that. Regardless of how he saw himself, he was perfect to you, and that was all that mattered.

That, and possibly the two of you getting a little intimate after your shower.

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You emerged from the bathroom in a plush terra-cotta robe, smelling of lavender and vanilla (two of your husband’s favorite scents; you liked them too because they helped you relax). Even though you knew love making would only serve to make you even more sweaty than you were before your shower, you wanted to feel your absolute best when you were around him.

And now here you were, clean, relaxed, and horny. You need only to fall into bed with your love to gain the fourth emotion you craved: satisfied.

You slowly tiptoed your way over to Jimmy, carefully crawling up next to him and kneeling in the corner of the mattress next to his head. Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and delicately lowered your head down to his, cusping his angelic face in your palms.

You placed a soft, warm kiss on his full pink lips, which had a sleeping beauty effect. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing his hypnotic green eyes.

“Y/N,” Jimmy whispered in a sleepy tone. He leaned up and wrapped you in a warm embrace. “You’re home late. Everything all right?”

You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the bewitching scent of his hair. He smelled faintly of rainy roses; clearly he’d used the new shampoo you bought him, and clearly you were smitten with it.

“Just a long day,” you murmured between planting love welts on his neck. “I’m just happy to be home, with you. How was your day?”

Jimmy’s rough-yet-gentle fingers traces circles on your back, his other hand tilting your chin up to kiss your nose.

“Productive,” he answered with a slight chuckle. “Eric and Jeff and I had a run-through of our set list for the ARMS concert next week, went extremely well.” His face became a little more serious as he looked downwards for a moment. “It was just like old times.”

You took Jimmy’s hand that had held your chin up and placed it in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Even though it had been three years since Led Zeppelin had disbanded, and even though he and Robert were still performing together on occasion, and even though he still got that twinkle in his eyes when he played...things just weren’t the same. Jimmy would always insist that he was fine, but you knew him better than that. He was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve; he coped with sadness by strumming his guitar...and speaking with you.

“You know, I don’t doubt for a second that you’ll ever stop what you’re doing, babe,” you looked him in the eye as you reassured him wholeheartedly. “For every bump your road has taken, you keep going forward, and I love that about you.”

Jimmy smiled and shook his head. “And that’s what I love about you, you remind me there’s still a reason to play.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that quickly escalated from gentle to passionate as your hands reached for his thick, dark mane. You kneaded your fingers through his curls, eliciting groan from deep within his chest.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” he panted between kisses. “I’d like to play with you.”

You were already aiming to rip his shirt off before he finished delivering his invitation. “Yes,” you whispered hotly into his ear. “I wanna play too.”

His shirt was off by this point, and he was deftly undoing the knot round your bathrobe. Once the robe was to the floor, Jimmy brought you closer to him, your head nuzzled in his chest and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes were closed as he peppered your cheek with kisses, moving down to your neck, sucking a deep love welt right above your collarbone.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he continued to mark you up; the desire that you’d suppressed all day at the office was gradually increasing with each moment.

“Mmm,” you sighed as you ground your hips on his thigh. Your movements were slow and fluid; you could tell Jimmy was getting more and more hot and bothered each time you moved closer to his ever growing erection.

“You needed this,” Jimmy breathed as he placed one of his hands on your breasts, his other hand propping up your back for support while you kept riding his leg. “Didn’t you?”

“M-more than you know, honey,” you sighed as you brought your hands down from his shoulders to his lower stomach, pausing for a second to enjoy how soft he felt. You didn’t squeeze him, just deftly brushed your hand across the smooth surface of his skin before you moved your palm to the rim of his white jeans.

Your eyes were locked on each other as you continued to pleasure the other one’s bodies, him massaging your now-fully hard breast and you palming his hard cock underneath the fabric of his boxers—pants-- and pants which they called trousers here in your new home.

“Ah, Y/N, I needed this too,” Your husband said in a husky voice as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You kissed the tip of his nose in response.

“I know baby. I’m here. We’re gonna relax together.”

You continued to move your hand up and down his bulge at an agonizingly slow pace. It was erotically ironic: his manhood was aching with tension but his face was melted in pleasure.

Jimmy was moaning for you at this point and, feeling mischievous, you placed the hand that wasn’t feeling him up on his right shoulder and lightly shoved him back so his head hit the down pillows with a soft thud.

“Love, what are you—“

“Jimmy, let me take care of you, please?”

He looked at you with wide eyes at first and then let out a chuckle. He had such an angelic laugh, so warm and childlike.

“Permission granted.” He smiled. You knew he preferred being in charge, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Your sexual tension was all but boiling over now.

You smirked at him and took your hand off his cock, never once breaking eye contact.

Slowly, very slowly, you brought your head to his and planted a soft, innocent kiss on his now full lips. Your hands massaged his tense shoulders as you worked your lips down his body, sucking a love welt near his Adams Apple then nuzzling your nose into his patch of chest hair. His hands caressed your back as you continued to worship him, relishing your loving moves.

“You’re beautiful, my dear. Whatever did I do to deserve you?” Jimmy murmured in a trancelike tone.

“Mmmmmm…” You hummed against his chest in reply. You kissed the space just right above his stomach area, mustering all the willpower you could to contain your joy at arriving at the favorite part of his body.

Tracing your fingers down his arms and bringing his hands in yours so your fingers were intertwined, you placed kiss after kiss on his soft, heavenly belly. You made sure not to spend too much time on this area though; you knew Jimmy was waiting for you.

As you moved downwards towards the edge of his pants, you placed one final smooch on his happy trail and brought your hands to the sides of his hips.

“Take me, now,” he ordered.

“Y-yes, sir,” you replied as you hooked your fingers against the sides of his trousers and pants, moving them lower, lower, lower until he was free, cock fully erect.

You wasted no time positioning yourself between Jimmy’s legs, your lips kissing his tip and placing one hand on the length.

“Ah, woman, what are doing to me?” He cried as your skillful mouth moved up and down his length. You felt his hand come to prop your chin up slightly so your eyes were on him.

“Look at me,” he said. “Look at me while you please me.”

“Mhm,” You grunted. This was typical of him but you enjoyed it. As much as you wanted to treat him he insisted it be the other way around.

You continued to suck him off, your pace increasing as his hips gradually lifted upwards so his cock was now hitting the very roof of your mouth.

“Ah!”

Your mouth suddenly filled up with his hot, white seed. You took it all in, refusing to let any drop go to waste.

You carefully separated your lips from his cock, the two of you panting in unison and looking at each other reverently. You crawled your way back up to him, his arms enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“My giving angel,” he sighed with a kiss to your cheek. “Always treating me. Now I must treat you.”

You squealed in delight as Jimmy flipped you over so he was on top of you, lying on your back and resting your head on the gossamer pillows. You knew what was coming.

Jimmy moved to the foot of the bed, looking at you with an expression of the utmost desire on his face. He got on his knees so he was eye level with your dripping center.

“I’ll take good care of you, my love,” he promised as he climbed into position so that. “How can I not, when you clearly desire me?”

He chuckled at this, making you pout slightly with want. “Jimmy, I—“

Whatever you were about to say was abruptly cut short as Jimmy worked his magic. His hands were securely clamped on your knees; you felt his soft, full lips planting warm kisses on the inside of your thighs, causing a moan of absolute pleasure to fall from your mouth.

He looked up at you with those hypnotic green emeralds, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. You smiled back at him with needy eyes; he knew what he was doing to you. It may have been teasing, but you were slowly unwinding and succumbing to his power.

You were relaxing.

Jimmy inched himself further onto the bed, his hands moving up to your narrow waist now as you lowered your legs on his shoulders. Kissing the spot just above your sex, Jimmy lowered his lips to your hot center and dipped his sinful tongue inside your core.

Gripping the sheets tight in your hands, your breathing became heavier and heavier with each agonizing lick of your walls.

“J-Jimmy, don’t stop,” you moaned. The more his tongue roamed around your clit, the more you felt the all-too familiar sensation that you never tired of.

“Ahhhh,” Jimmy groaned in ecstasy. He was devouring you until the very last drop, taking his time to treasure your sweet taste. He, too, was becoming undone—by your nectar and your voice.

Yet still not as undone as you were becoming. You could feel your orgasm bubbling to the surface, but you held on if only to enjoy the sensation a little longer.

“H-Honey, I—Aaah!” With a screaming bubble of curse words and your husband’s name, you unleashed your full glory on him, and he gladly lapped up the last of your honey.

You were panting heavily when you felt Jimmy’s lips pressing on your stomach, slowly making his way up to your face. He smiled adoringly at you, making your heart melt.

Planting a kiss on your forehead, Jimmy embraced you in a protective hug, ensuring the two of you were both comfortable.

“I dunno what I’d do without you, Y/N,” Jimmy whispered into his neck. “You are, without a doubt, the best thing that could’ve happened to me.”

You smiled and nibbled his ear. “Likewise,” you replied, inhaling his heavenly scent once more. “You complete me, babe, it’s true.”

Jimmy looked at you and smirked. “Now let’s complete each other then, mhmm?”

Before you had a chance to respond, you gasped sharply when you felt his aching manhood gently nestle inside you, your hands instinctively reaching to his shoulders for support.

God, he felt good.

Jimmy smiled down at you with the look of desire; he was reducing you to a puddle and he knew it.

His hips moved up and down in a steady pace that was so rhythmic you could have sworn he was just playing you a song like it was no big deal.

You were lost in a sea of ecstasy as Jimmy’s thrusts gradually increased in speed.

“Christ, Y/N,” Jimmy grunted as you gripped his back tighter with each movement. “Beautiful.”

You could only scream in reply as he continued to milk you of all your worth, your eyes never breaking contact with each other. Your goal of satisfaction was nearly achieved as you felt yourself reaching the precipice.

His palms were grasping at your hips, you could feel his nails digging into your flesh. This sharp little pain was eclipsed by the much greater sensation of Jimmy moving himself in and out of you more and more quickly. The only sounds were your cries and his grunts, and the inevitable skin-on-skin slapping as your bodies became one. His lower stomach pressing to yours with each heavy thrust into you as deeply as you could take him.

Tears were streaming down your face at this point; he brought his lips to your cheeks to kiss you.

“You’re...you’re amazing…” you said between breaths. “I’m gonna cum, Jimmy.”

“Let go, my angel, let it go.”

With a final, nearly wall-shattering yell of your husband’s name, your orgasm overtook you, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders and the sensation drown your entire body in pleasure.

Jimmy followed suit shortly thereafter, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he screamed your name back to you. You both panted a bit as you continued to gaze into each other’s eyes, soon erupting into a fit of lighthearted giggles as he pulled out and rested his head between your breasts.

“Well, my pet, are you relaxed now?” He looked up at you and planted a kiss near your heart, which was pounding madly.

You smirked as you stroked his curls. “More than ever. Another thing I love about you: you’re so therapeutic.”

Jimmy chuckled lightly at that and came up for a kiss. “I could compose a song about the things I love about you, darling.”

You sighed as he settled back into your breasts.

“I’d love that, Jimmy, but you need to sleep. We’ve got all day tomorrow to keep...playing for each other.”

You grinned mischievously at one another and snuggled up for the night, thankful tomorrow was Saturday...and how soft Jimmy’s stomach felt against yours.

Life was good.

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