𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 [Miles Fairchild x Reader]

Sensuous

[I've literally never written smut before so. Sorry if this is bad, lmao]

"I am a monster beneath him, with arching hips, an octopus with hands everywhere at once. I don't think anything in the history of time has felt this good." ― Christina Lauren

Just as he promised, Miles had lots planned for the rest of the day. He took you into town after your lovely dinner, showing you around and leading you into some cute little boutiques that made your eyes bulge from the price tags that were on the clothes. You made him promise not to buy you anything that was above a certain amount, too humble to accept such gifts, even when he pouted at you. It was a wonderful day, and it left you feeling so very loved.

One thing led to another and now you're in his room, his door shut so no one will disturb the two of you, wrapped in his arms. His lips are soft against your own, his fingers tracing little shapes onto your clothed back. "I love you," he whispers against your lips. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, hard and fast. He buries his face in your hair, taking in your scent. "I wish I could spend every waking moment with you. Being away from you is like torture."

You hum faintly, petting his dark curls with a gentle touch. "I would love nothing more than to be with you all the time," you tell him genuinely, a soft giggle leaving your lips as his hair tickles your skin. "I mean, before you got expelled, we were practically joined at the hip already. People were asking me if we were dating, and then they were shocked when I said no."

He chuckles at your response, his lips brushing against your ear. "Well, I'm here... and now you can finally tell those people that you're all mine. I'm pretty sure they know that already, though. Especially after everything I did," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You almost want to say something to snarky to him, but he's quick to kissing you like his life depends on it.

His hands trail up your sides from under your top, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. You swear you could get drunk off of the feeling of his lips and tongue alone. His moans, although muffled, are the prettiest sounds you've ever heard, and when he pulls away from you after a moment, you let out a noise of protest. He shushes you fondly, pressing kisses down your jawline.

He presses his hips against yours, causing you to gasp. You can feel him hardening against your inner thigh, and it makes you squirm a little as the familiar feeling of arousal pools into your tummy. "You sound so pretty," he murmurs, taking his sweet time with biting little marks into the sensitive skin of your throat. He peeks up at you through his lashes. "Do you want to...?"

Your breath hitches at his question. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him in that way – he's all that has been occupying your fantasies as of late, but what will he think of you once he gets your clothes off? Your heart hammers in your chest and you swallow the lump in your throat before nodding. "Y-Yeah... um... have you ever...?" You trail off, your cheeks feeling hot.

He raises a brow, a little smile coming upon his lips. "Have I ever what?" He teases you, and he snickers at how you pout at how mean he's being to you right now. "Sorry, love. I can't help but tease you when you make such cute faces for me." He leans down a bit, gazing into your eyes. "To answer your question, I haven't. Have you?"

You shake your head. "N-No, I haven't, either... you'll be my first," you tell him, and it's like a switch has been flipped in his brain. There's a slight glint in his eye as he captures your lips in another kiss, fiery and passionate like he wants to consume you. His hands are all over you, almost as though he's trying to commit every dip and curve of you to memory.