"Stop squirming," a growl escapes James's lips as his hands clutch the backs of your thighs, holding them apart to keep you from closing them on him again.
His face, once buried between your thighs, now hovers just above. Close enough for you to feel his ragged breath ghosting over your skin, and it's almost enough to undo you.
A mischievous smile curls on his lips as he watches you finally surrender to his command, no longer resisting the way he holds you open.
"That's better," he murmurs, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Stay like that for me, mhm?"
You nod frantically, too numb to even form words, desperate to be rewarded after what feels like an eternity. Still, you take a few ragged breaths through your gritted teeth in an attempt to hold yourself steady, knowing just how much he loves taking his time with you. "Such a good girl for me."
James brings his mouth to you again, his tongue parting your folds as he savors every trace of you. A soft mewl escapes your lips at the contact, your hands grasping the sheets in search of something to anchor yourself. He releases your thigh, guiding one of your hands to his hair - the other soon follows on instinct. Your fingers threading through his curls as his tongue traces down to your entrance.
He groans at the feeling of you pulling his hair, the vibrations drawing a sweet sound from your lips that goes straight to his cock. He moves his tongue to your clit, licking in slow circles before closing his lips around it, sucking intensely as if he were going to devour you. Your hips rock against his mouth, your back arching again as you begin to feel a tightening in your stomach. A chuckle leaves his swollen lips, but this time he doesn't complain or try to hold you still. Instead, he lets you grind on his face desperately.
"Fuck, James-" you exclaim as he slides two fingers into your tight hole, increasing the pace as he feels you clench around him, his tongue flicking faster, hungrier, until your eyes close. He locks his gaze on you, trying to imprint the sight into his mind.
"C'mon, sweetheart, cum on my mouth," he murmurs against your cunt. "I wanna taste every drop." He presses a kiss to your clit, then dives back in.
"Mhm," you whimper pathetically as the stimulation sends you over the edge. Your body shakes with ecstasy, and you grind one last time on his face, soaking his chin and fingers. A small smile curls on his lips as he watches you come undone, his tongue dragging over your cunt a few more times, softer now, as you come down from your high. He slowly withdraws his fingers from you and climbs back up your body.
"Open your mouth for me, mm?" he murmurs, his fingers pressing gently against your tongue. "I want you to know just how delicious you taste."
pairing: anakin skywalker x reader
cw: smut, afab reader, slight cnc, reader is very faintly implied to be anakin's master/teacher
god, you already knew how this would go the second you let him press you down into the mattress, let him kiss up your neck with that boyish little grin like he wasnāt two seconds away from ruining you.
something about the jedi code dies pitifully on your tongue. anakinās so good at pretending itās innocent. like you donāt both know better.
him hovering over you, those messy curls hanging in his eyes, voice soft and coaxing, half-wrecked already because youād made the mistake of grinding against him for too long, teasing him until his self-control snapped like a frayed cord. and now heās desperate. the kind of desperate that makes him lose track of all the bullshit jedi restraint heās supposed to have.
"just the tip, baby,"Ā heās murmuring against your skin, hips canting up like heās trying to line himself up without you noticing, voice gone all rough and needy.Ā "just for a second, i swearāās all i need. ive been so good."
which is such a lie. heās a terrible liar when he gets like this. pupils blown wide, face flushed, teeth digging into his bottom lip. heāll say whatever it takes to get inside you, and you both know damn well itās not gonna stop atĀ just the tip. it never does.
his hands are already sliding down to your hips, thumbs pressing in tight enough to bruise, and you feel the thick, heavy weight of him nudging at your entrance, notching there like heās already half-in and acting like itās an accident.
"please,"Ā he whispers, breath hitching when you clench around nothing.Ā "fuck, i need you so bad, you donāt evenāām losing my mind, baby, please, let me justājust for a second."
and you could say no. you should say no. you tell yourself you will, except then heās pressing forward just a little, the thick head of his cock slipping inside, and the stretch punches a gasp out of you, has your thighs twitching around his waist.
"oh, fuckāsee? see how good that feels? stars, you feel like heaven, babyā"
and then heās gone, all composure lost, pushing in deeper under the thin excuse ofĀ just a little more, murmuring something about how youāre too tight, how itās not fair to leave him like this, how youāll be the death of him. his mouth never stops ā praising, begging, talking so much you barely have time to think, and maybe thatās the point.
because heās not stopping now. you know it. and by the time heās bottoming out, voice breaking on a groan as he buries his face against your throat, you canāt even remember why you thought you could resist him in the first place.
"fuckātold you, baby, told you i couldnāt help itā"
and you just let him. because anakin skywalker begs so pretty.
Anakins fingers inside of your soaked center, and the feeling of his thumb rubbing quick circles against your clit had you close to the edge, āIām gonna cum.ā
Your moan changed into a whine when all sensation stopped, making the build of pleasure fade away from your core.
Anakin just looked at you, slightly amused as he said, āI want you to cum on my cock.ā
Annoyed and aroused, the usual banter between the two of you encouraged you to snark out, āWhat, you canāt make me cum multiple times?ā
Suddenly Anakinās face was right above yours, noses almost touching as he stared moving his hand again. This time the pace was brutal, his fingers hooking inside of you as his thumb against your clit was replaced by the harsh slap of his palm. His free hand placed itself on your pelvis, keeping you in place and forcing you to take what he gave you.
His face was pinch, like your words truly affected him as he almost growled out, āYou want to play dirty?ā
The quick movements brought your orgasm back instantly and you tried to turn your head to the side, overwhelmed. But Anakin pushed his forehead against yours, almost painfully, forcing you to stay with him in this moment, āThen we can play dirty.ā
You came, hard. Slick poured out of your pussy as your back arched, pushing your bodies together and tears filled your eyes.
It was amazing.
And then Anakin pushed his cock inside of your still spasming entrance.
āAni-ā You tried to get out, tried to tell him it was too much, to at least give you a moment to catch your breath.
But he was quick to cut you off, āNo, no complaining about getting what you asked for.ā
Anakin fucked you hard and fast, like his singular goal was to make you cum a second time. Like he was trying to prove himself.
Your snarky remark was finally the means to your end, just like everyone said it would be.
As soon as he saw the smile forming on your lips, while the words slipped out of his mouth, Anakin knew he had made a mistake. A naive, irreversible mistake.
After days of being in an even worse mood than usual, convinced something was wrong with him, you finally got him to open up. With no other options and definitely not about to talk to Obi-Wan, he just thought, āWhy not?ā After all, you were friends, and friends talk about that kind of stuff, right?
He wasnāt feeling so good about that decision now.
āSo youāve been acting like a brat these past few days just because you canātā¦ get off?ā you tease, a mocking smile playing on your lips as you try to hold back the laugh threatening to escape.
āForget it,ā he mutters, looking anywhere in your room but you.
āSo you canāt, likeā¦ get hard?ā you can see Anakinās face turn red in about thirty different shades. Oh, youāre having way too much fun with this.
āItās not that!ā he blurts out, clearly wanting this conversation to be over. āI can! And constantly- I justā¦ canāt get there lately,ā
āSo, like, you're hard now?ā he covers his face at your words and lets out a muffled whine, and you almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
āJust forget it, okay?ā he rests his elbows on the mattress and looks back at you. āLetās go eat or something.ā
āI could help youā you blurted out nonchalantly, and itās almost comical how you can see his mind go blank for a moment.
āW- what?ā he couldnāt believe a girl was offering to do this for him. That you were offering to do this for him.
You had kissed before, awkwardly and out of mutual curiosity, but it never led to anything serious - despite his constant flirtatious comments. So your suggestion takes him by surprise, heād never imagined his fantasies could actually come true. Until now.
āI donāt mind,ā you say, settling back on your heels and leaning forward. āI want to help you.ā Your fingers brush the waistband of his pants, pausing for permission. He nods quickly, biting his lip to stifle any embarrassing sounds, barely able to believe this is really happening. You unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock, which softly slaps against his stomach. āYou good?ā you ask, and he gives another quick nod in response.
Gently, you wrap your hand around his length with a loose grip and start moving it in a slow rhythm, unsure of exactly how to do it.
āY- shit... you can hold on tighter,ā you nod silently and do as he says. A deep groan escapes his throat, and he melts like pudding under your touch. When you look at him, his cheeks are flushed, his brows furrowed, and his fingers twitch nervously against the soft fabric of the mattress as he tries to stay steady. āJus like that-ā his reaction only gives you more confidence to keep going, so you run your thumb in slow, gentle circles over his tip, spreading the precum before gliding your hand along his now slicker shaft. Your rhythm quickens, guided by the soft, desperate sounds escaping his lips.
It doesnāt take long before Anakin feels his orgasm building for the first time in days. He bucks his hips upward in desperation, trying to match your strokes, as the friction intensifies, his whole body trembles, and before he can even warn you, thick ropes of cum spill over your fist. His eyes rolling back in delight.
You stare at him in surprise for a moment before a soft laugh escapes your lips. āFeeling better?ā āShit, cāmere,ā he replies, wasting no time as he pulls you in and presses a grateful kiss to your lips.
Warnings/contains: switch! male, switch! fem, modern au, military Sergeant, overstimulation, alcohol consumption, older man au, reader is early 20s, Anakin is in his late 40s, one night stand, choking, proof read!-- but english is not my first language!
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The man shrugged his broad shoulders as you ran your fingers over the colored bars on his uniform. He straightened out the cuffs, āYou could say that.ā He took off his cap and took the seat beside you. āIāll admit, part of me has been waiting for you to brag about your branch.ā
āBranch? Iām Airforce as well.ā You squinted as did he. āSure, Iām behind a desk but my job is very important.ā You placed your glass onto the bar and let your head rest on your hand.
āReally? And what might that be?ā He called the bartender over with two fingers.
āWrite down coordinates. Important ones.ā
āIf youāll excuse me, Miss. Rum and coke please.ā He turned back to you, āImportant?ā
You nodded along, āWho do you think helps you land?ā
He settled a pack of cigarettes on the bar from his pocket, āMe?ā The man let out a deep laugh.
āWhatās so funny?ā You took another sip of your drink.
āYou said you help me land, I found that funny.ā You waited for him to explain. āI donāt fly with a headset, Miss.ā
You pointed at him, āNow, thatās funny.ā You bushed off his humor. The Master Sergeant was silent with a small smile as the bartender settled his drink on a napkin. āYouāre serious?ā He nodded proudly. āYou could kill somebody!ā
āNo, I donāt think so. Havenāt done it yet, baby.ā
You scoffed, āThatās insane! Like actually! Thatās not part of protocol. You could be---ā
āSometimes, you save more lives by not following protocol.ā He said softly as he faced his drink, twisting his glass around the rim. His eyes flickered over to yours. āNo harm, no foul.ā
āLet me guess, fighter jet?ā He nods once. āWhatās your call sign?ā The man lifted his glass and finished the drink.
āSkywalker.ā
āA little on the nose, huh?ā
The two shared a laugh, āMy call sign is my last name.ā He said when the air cleared.
āWell, your ancestors mustāve been creative.ā
āIād like to think so.ā
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After his second drink, he ordered a row of shots to share. You had wondered if he was celebrating something from how excited he looked while speaking to you. His right foot bounced on the footrest of the stool. His eyes followed your lips as they closed on the lip of the small shot glass. You tilted your head back quickly but to him, it lasted hours. He watched your eyes as they stared up at the ceiling, your throat moved when you swallowed the alcohol quickly. Maybe it was the volume of your hair, or the way your eyes sat half-lidded, or just the charisma you wooed him with him. As the night went on, you sat closer to him; so close, your hair settled on his uniform and your perfume was shared between you and him like a dessert.
āSo whatās his name?ā You asked as you sat beside him on the park bench. He held his cap between his hands and watched the water fountain enthusiastically spray in the night.
āHm?ā He turned to you. āHis name? Who?ā You wore his uniform jacket to keep warm, leaves from the tree above fell with every blow of the wind.
āIn your wallet. The blonde boy.ā You touched his pocket.
He took his wallet from his pocket and unfolded it. āLukeā¦ā He unfolded it once more. āAnd Leia. Twins.ā The man turned to you, his eyes rather glossy from the alcohol. āIf thatās something you donāt like, I understand.ā
āA man with kids? I donāt mind.ā He didnāt show it, but your answer surprised him. Not only are you young, but you are also stunning. Unbelievably so, almost pageant-like. āWhat is it?ā
āNothingā¦justā¦how old are you? If you donāt mind me asking, Miss.ā
You smirked; your fingers played with his soft brown curls. āYoung.ā He knew that. It was clear. As you touched him, he played into your hand. āMay I know your rank?ā
āMy rank would get you in trouble.ā He said before lighting a cigarette between his lips.
āIād say, Master Sergeant.ā
He blew smoke away from your face and nodded. āYou know when you do that,ā He squinted, looking past you. āItās creepy.ā You pushed his shoulder before leaning on it. The man took fallen leaves from your hair and finished his cigarette.
āI read the inside of your uniformā¦Master Sergeant Anakin Skywalkerā¦ā You whispered in his ear. He chuckled at the soft feeling of your breath on his skin, your hands on his skin. With a glare on your exposed thighs, Anakin planted a hand on your ass. The two of you breathed closely to each otherās lips; his grip tight, and yours possessive, your shoe came down on his fallen cigarette and pressed the fire out.
āFor the fourth time tonightā¦whatās your name?ā He brought your leg across his lap, a mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke and cologne stuck to his collar. Your lips stuck to his skin, suckling softly until you left your mark, Lipstick smears on his collar and skin.
āWhy do you want to know?ā
āSo I know who to write in my disorderly activities report.ā He smiled and pushed hair behind your ear.
ā[Y/N][L/N]. Once youāre done, shove it up y---ā His lips pressed onto yours. A flutter started in your stomach as your skirt rolled up and his hand gripped on your ass tighter. Anakin pulled you onto his lap, your neck in the crook of his arm, his muscles were comfortable as you gave him your weight.
āWill you come home with me?ā
āHow do I know youāre not going to kill me?ā
āYouāll have to trust me.ā You sighed as he brought you lower to expose more of your neck. His lips embraced your neck gently as he adjusted your skirt. Your hard nipples pressed against your dress and on him. Anakin brought your body tightly against his before helping you stand. Once more, he adjusted the wrinkles in your dress. āI want to fuck you.ā He placed his hat on your head, āBut if itās not your style for the first nightā¦I understand, Miss.ā He kissed your forehead and stood back to admire.
He knows how handsome he is as well as he knows how much his influence can have on women such as yourself. You looked like royalty, or some form of it. Simply blessed to be in your presence is how he felt. But to strip your body, ravish you, be inside of youā¦thatās a gift he could never repay.
Sure, heās older. You could see the few grey hairs lapped into his brown curls; that smug, knowing smirk that older men wore, the showcase of time on his skināalthough rather kind to himā¦ āIā¦lied about something. Iām not in the military anymore. I left last year.ā
As you stood under the rays of the lamp post in the quiet park with him, Anakin knew there was only one ideal future for him, and it was with you. āI figured.ā When you fell into his arms, kissing his temples with gentle and sensual breaths, he carried you towards the busy street to find a cab.
By the end of the cab ride, he had taken out the rest of the leaves from your hair and took most of the lipstick off you and instead on the sensitive skin of his neck.
His home rest in a well-established neighborhood, wide streets and circle driveways. Your shoes in the tuck of his two fingers, you in his arms as he walked past the front door. He pushed it closed with his back and let you down onto the hardwood floors. A few lamps were on around the house; it appeared lived in and cozy. Your eyes went to the few car keys hanging by each other. āā¦the kids.ā He whispered, leading you up the stairs. Down a hall, he led you into a dark bedroom and locked the door behind you.
He tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks as you lay his jacket on the sofa across from the fireplace. You placed his hat back on his head, admiring the large room. Towards the back, elevated on a step, the bed he pictured you on all night rests. Anakin started the fireplace and followed you to the back of the room. āOnly one side table?ā
āOne man.ā He stood against you, his focus on your ass as it pressed back on his hips.
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He lay back as you bounced your juicy pussy on him; your cunt tightly suctioned his cock. His trembling fingers went to your ass in an attempt to slow you down. If you kept going this way, he would cum again, and so soon? How embarrassing. ā[Y/N] ā¦babyā¦ā He said through huffs, unable to keep himself from whimpering. You knew he was close but after what he did to you? It was only fair to fuck him right. Anakin was practically panting at this point so of course you decided to grind against him at a slow and passionate pace. āF- fuck me.ā He bitterly hissed.
āI am, baby.ā Your head fell back as you guided his cock right to your core. His fists squeezed closed, sheets in between his knuckles. āYou like that?ā He stiffly nodded as you rolled your hips, your hand plants on his lower stomach. āYeah? Youāre twitching like you need more, baby. Should I keep going?ā
āPleaseā¦yes.ā He groaned as you sped up again; his head pressed into the pillow beneath. Anakin raised up and hugged you tightly, his knees raised behind your thighs. āYou want it? Take my cum, pretty girl.ā He fucked you roughly, making you hug him tighter. His fat cock stretched your pussy with each stroke; in and out, each pass touching every wall inside of you.
āAnakin~ā When he finally got you weak, Anakin turned you over on your back. Your head dangled off the bed as he leaned down onto you and suckled on your tit, a hand in your hair. You left your weight on the bed; moans echo off the tall ceilings. His cock felt so deliciously warm inside of you, his thumb found its way on your clit; his pressed with each pass inside of you. His kiss warm as well, wet and so painfully pleasurable.
āSuch a good girl. Awww, did you cum?ā Youād forgotten you were on top of him seconds ago, now, such a mess beneath him. āYes, baby, I felt you cum on my cock. Do you want that again?ā You nodded. He was too close, his hands too tight, his dick too perfectāit was so overwhelming.
āY- yesā¦ā He turned you over on your face and knees. Your nails dug and tore into the sheets as he tea bagged your pussy, fucking you into the bed.
āMy cock is that good, hm?ā He chuckled as you drooled on the sheet. You grumbled but were unable to argue. āYouāre taking that fucking cock, arenāt you? This pretty pussy can handle it.ā He rubbed his hand quickly on your clit.
āA- ah! Ah! Hmp!ā He kissed your back.
āAww, Iām sorry, baby. That feels so good,ā He growled, āI know.ā
āA- Anakin!ā
He leaned over your back and whispered in your ear, his pink lips on your skin. āIām going to eat your pussy after I cum inside of you.ā You whined loudly, āIs that something you want, Baby?ā
āMhhh, yes.ā You said through gasps.
āYou want it deeper?ā He grinds with your body, each stroke like a wave, into the pillow and back towards him. āDammit, youāre tighter than a motherfucker.ā He groaned; the muscles of his thighs and hips flexed as he gave into your pussy that pulled him in. He soaked his cock inside of you as you came together, his dick is balls deep to your core.
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The morning came around and you were buried in the tuck of his arm, his face buried in your hair, turned your head and kissed his lips. He kept you there, taking a bite at your lip. When you turned over, the rays of sun embraced your skin warmly. āGood morning.ā He placed kisses on your soft breasts.
āGood morning.ā You whispered back to him.
a/n: Sorry I couldnt find many higher quality photos of the beautiful Dilf Hayden š. Thinking about a part 2...
hayden who sneaks his hand in reader's panties as you lay on top of him, your back facing his chest hoping for some rest but he has something else in mind xo
i imagine the setting in front of a fireplace, like reader's having a nap
After an exhausting day of moving about the city running errands and having to take your energetic toddler along with you, all you wanted to do was have a cup of tea and relax. So, Hayden so graciously helped you put the little bundle of energy to sleep before inviting you to the living room for a relaxing evening.
"Thanks Haydie, I needed this," you smile as you give take a seat on his lap, settling in. The faux fireplace warms your legs, and he gently rubs your hips to coax you to sleep. After successfully getting you to sleep, Hayden lifts your top and runs his fingers along the waistband of your panties, thankful that you had forgotten to do laundry and were now forced to go without pajama bottoms.
Hayden hooks his thumb into the band before lifting your panties a bit and slipping his hand into them, cupping your warm, soft cunt. He glances at you and can't help but smile at the peaceful expression on your face. "There you go, sweetheart," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your soft cheek before he slips his fingers down further, pushing his middle finger into your warm heat. It's a bit difficult both because of the angle and lack of lubrication, so he carefully pushes your legs apart with his free hand.
You make a soft noise in your sleep, turning your head, and his breath hitches. He knows you wouldn't be upset even if you did wake up and see what's happening, just a bit confused, but he still doesn't want you awake right now. Hayden repositions your head so it's laying back on his shoulder, puts his free hand on your tummy, and finally starts to finger you.
"Shh, I've got you," he murmurs against your ear as he adds his ring finger, curling them and thrusting them into you. He pulls his now slick and sticky fingers out of you and circles your clit, making you jolt slightly in your sleep, so he presses his hand further against your tummy to hold you in place.
It doesn't take long before you tense up in your sleep and your thighs tremble. He chuckles, rubbing your side to calm you. "Good job lovie, did so good," he whispers, removing his fingers from you with a squelch. He puts his fingers in his mouth and moans softly at the taste of your essence. "Mm," he looks down at you, raising his eyebrows a bit as you begin to stir with a soft whine. "Nngh... Hay?" He smiles, taking his fingers out of his mouth. "Yes?" You press your thighs together, your cunt feeling sensitive. "Nothing... I think I was just having a weird dream."
Thinking about soft dom Anakin who is obsessed with your breasts and loves to take his sweet time worshiping them.
Youāre propped up on Anakin's lap, embarrassingly flushed as his large hands cup your breasts - the soft skin sinking beneath his touch.
Heās been playing with them for a while now, ever so soft, unhurried, and devoted, not even aware of the heat pooling between your legs.
āFucking love these,ā he whispers before closing his lips around your left nipple, his warm tongue flicking gently against its hard bud as his metal thumb works on the other side, rubbing your swollen flesh. You place a hand in his hair, your grip a little too tight in an attempt to stay still for him.
āIām sorry,ā you murmur but his response comes as unspoken approval as his teeth nibble on your nipple, sending a delicious vibration through your core, making you desperately buck your hips against him.
He releases your nipple with a pop, his gaze lingering on your face - skin glistening with sweat, lips parted and flushed as you struggle to steady your breath. His eyes darken as they drink you in, tracing every twitch, every subtle shiver that rolls through you.
You look divine.
āOh, poor thing,ā he says with a click of his tongue, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. āDidnāt notice you were so worked up,ā he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips in an attempt to comfort you.
Anakin sighs for the third time in the last minute. His feet are crossed, propped up on the coffee table, as he tries, unsuccessfully, to look interested in the podrace being broadcast. Once again, his eyes find you, still hunched over the pile of documents spread out in front of you. āAre you done now?ā he asks.
Having spent what felt like an eternity on his mission report for the Jedi Council, his mind miles away from whatever was being discussed, Anakin could only think about seeing you and spending the rest of the day together after weeks apart.
After striding into your apartment - escaping any sign of the conversation Obi-Wan clearly still wanted to have - he couldnāt hide the disappointment that took over his expression the moment he stepped into the main room and found you bent over your table, analyzing some work papers.
āSince the long two minutes ago when you last asked me that?ā you murmur, lifting your eyes to him briefly before returning to your task, having to hold back a laugh after catching the little pout on his face. He looked like a child annoyed that things didnāt go his way. Heād only been back a few minutes, but his impatient ass already couldnāt handle another second without your attention. "No, Ani, Iām not done yet."
āI really should have thought twice before marrying a politician,ā he hisses, his tone laced with slight irritation.
You glance at him as he gets up and steps behind you, not ready to give up yet. He rests his chin gently on your shoulder, his hands sliding along your arms. āI wanna cuddle with my beautiful wife, whom I missed very deeply,ā he whispers, his thumbs tracing slow circles into your skin, his sweet words making you sigh.
āI'll be all yours in a few minutes,ā you say, gently touching his arm, your response far from satisfying him. Anakin could be absurdly needy when it came to you, always craving your undivided attention. Unable to bear the idea of sharing you with anything else.
āHaven't you missed me?ā he groans, trailing his lips along your neck, planting soft kisses on your smooth skin. A faint smile tugs at his lips as he notices you, ever so slightly giving him more space. āāCourse I did, Ani... but-ā feeling your reluctance starting to fade, he turns you to him and gently holds your chin, his deep blue eyes taking in every detail of you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead.
āNo ābutsā,ā he murmurs, his lips brushing over your face with soft kisses, slowly making his way to your lips. His hands move to circle your waist, pulling you closer, as if he could merge your bodies into one and you can feel yourself relaxing more and more in his embrace, finally realizing how much you needed this.
āI suppose I could use a break,ā you say softly, too distracted to go back to what you were doing. āBut only for a couple of minutes, alright?ā
āI promise!ā his voice honey-sweet as he lets out a smirk, feeling victorious. A small smile tugs at your lips as you cast a knowing glance at your clingy husband, well aware that it was never just a couple of minutes with him.
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