Wow.
Okay so there's no names mentioned in this one so you can imagine whoever you desire my loves :)
enjoy <3333
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Hearing the front door open and close she turned her head to look to the side, meeting with his eyes.
God those eyes.
He walked into the living room where she sat. She had her legs tucked under her chin while she watched him closely.
Her eyes never left him till he sat in front of her.
"What happened?" She asked. It was the usual question she'd ask whenever he'd be here. He sighed, his shoulders visibly slouching. "Doesn't matter," He muttered out.
He was tired, she noticed. More than usual.
"If you're about to fuck your anger into me, the least you could do is tell me what happened," She hummed, her eyes turning to the show playing on the huge TV screen. "He left my mom again, and I'm the one being blamed," He huffed.
She knew about his family's problems. She knew because she'd helped him through them when they were still together. Before everything went to shit.
Now they just fuck.
"Hm, why?" She asked, turning to him again. His eyes were stuck on her. "Stupid dinner night. He was already mad and wanted to let it out on me. So I talked back and that didn't end well," He said softly.
She inspected his features for a moment before humming as a reply. He looked so tired. Too tired.
"I know we said last time was the last but," He trailed off not knowing what to say. He needed her. In every way possible right now.
His hands trailed over her knees, then in between her thighs, then down her thighs. She watched him silently, letting him do whatever he wanted to her.
"It's okay." She knew she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. They longed for each other's touch. His touch made her skin flare up wherever he touched.
It felt like fire, but she loved it.
He loved the way her skin felt under his fingertips, so soft and gentle. Almost like if you touched it the wrong way it could break, and he always made sure to touch her in the right ways.
The ways that had her breath stuck in her throat, or had her gasping, asking for more. Needing him to touch her more everywhere. Cause all she ever wanted was his touch on her skin.
His fingers moved onto her hips holding them tight while he leaned over. Closer and closer until she could feel his breath on her lips.
Their eyes met again.
Lust and need were written in bold letters on both their eyes. He moved forward once more, catching her lips with his. It didn't feel like fireworks or anything like that but it lit up a fire inside her.
Adding to the need.
Her hands trailed up behind his neck, playing with the little hairs there and pulling him even closer to her. He slipped through her thighs, their pelvis on top of each other now.
His hand that wasn't resting on her hips snaked under her shirt, going up and up until he cupped her breast into his hand.
She gasped at the sudden feeling, he used this as an excuse to slip his tongue into her mouth. Deepening the kiss even more.
