「 ꜜrequest by @babypinkberry ,, may I please request a Tom Waaler fic where he is the reader’s sugar daddy? I imagine he would be quite a distant/reserved one haha but you may write him as you please!. author notes at the end. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, sugar daddy!Waaler(duh) ⭑ Waaler blurring boundaries ⭑ not fully beta'd, we die like men. ꜜwc,, 0,8k. 」
when you let slip that you couldn't cover your chunk of the lunch bill because you're behind on rent and helping out a family friend financially, Waaler was quick to scoff-- as if he'd even consider letting you pay for lunch?
he's a relatively subtle and silent type of sugar daddy; doesn't ask for anything in return, just wants to ease things for you.
which, given the way he flaunts his wealth for himself? you'd expect him to be obvious and loud with it. but he knows that you feel guilty for accepting his money sometimes, so he keeps it simple and easy. sometimes a little brash, but always reliable.
rent's paid on time each month, with that comforting and expensive laugh when you panic if you've paid it yet or not-- "psh, as if i'd let you pay it. i've told you, quit worrying."
nice things show up at your door every few days, nice shoes after you stained your favorite pair in crappy terrain on a case. snapped your favorite heel somehow while out? the next day you find a brand new pair on your kitchen table.
right, you'd given him your key 'just in case', which he's been using liberally since he's gotten it. nice breakfasts on the table when you wake up, your keycard occasionally with a note saying 'you left it in my car again' in his neat handwriting. and many, many other things.
buys you jewellery too-- nice earrings here, a beautiful necklace there. his reasoning? "try it on- see? knew it'd look better around your neck."
after the two of you finally hook up for the first time, he starts getting you cute underwear. things he wants to see you in, things you see and would want if that little fabric wasn't so damn expensive.
he bizarrely knows your size for everything; shoes, clothes, your ring size-- you don't know how he's found out, if he went snooping, if he somehow measured you-- he's never once asked your size in anything, just magically sends or gives you things that fit perfectly.
takes you out to a fancy restaurant at least once or twice a week; buys you something expensive to wear out at least once a week-- a nice necklace, or a fancy dress, pretty lingerie.
once you jokingly complained that 'if he kept buying you new things for each occasion, that your closet would burst at the seams'-- the following day a contractor showed up and built you a very spacious custom closet. "there," he had said when it was done, "now stop whining and try on the new dress."
you've occasionally wondered how far he would go; if you mentioned your car broke down, would he buy you a new one? honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he would.
if he would, he'd buy something that suits you, no matter the price, would have it painted a color that compliments you. if you had any accessories in your previous car he'd replace them all with new ones in the hypothetical new car.
you're four weeks into this odd and silent agreement when he asks for your phone in the breakroom. you hand it to him, with a suspicious squint, but without much protest. he's tapping some things between his and your phone, and a minute or two later when he hands it back, he doesn't tell you what he's done. you trust him to not have done anything bad, but you're still a little suspicious nonetheless.
you find out a day or two later when you're using your apple pay for some coffee, that the card that pops up is from a different bank than yours.
you silently panic at first, then recall Waaler taking your phone in the breakroom. he'd added his card to your apple pay, and put it as the primary card. that explains why you haven't seen any notifications of any payments you made the past day or two.
you debate confronting him about-- asking him why he did it, telling him that you can in fact pay for your own little things-- but you can already hear the response you'd get, more so the sound you'd get. a snort and roll of his eyes, as he shrugs, "so?"
soon he's paying for nearly everything; your groceries get delivered on fixed days, ordered from a list he's a shared collaborator on so he can see everything you need. he uses his key to peer at the list on your fridge where you jot down what you've run out of early, making sure that whatever is restocked that same day.
you're able to save nearly your full paycheck each time, storing it on a savings account that Waaler can only view, so he knows you're not spending 'unnecessary' money when he can pay it.
safe to say, nearly every aspect is taken care of by him. and if there's any missing, you can be certain it's only a matter of time before he figures them out and covers those too.
「 ꜜauthors note,, uhg,, finally got some writing juices flowing,, and this was such a blast to think about and write!! thanks for sending this in!. 」
So like uh idk how to do this, this is my first time, and tbh I was just obsessed with this man’s freak, he matched me fr.
Tags: Freaky business, female reader??? (Can you tell I have no idea what the format is?), uhhh consensual sex, to condom or not to condom, 69, sleepy sex, bleh ig pussy-eating, Munch Addley, uh mutual head, squirting, uh he stinky (just a lil bit), uh I see him as like 23 tbh, calls reader “Babycakes” as a tease (also fucking let me live, he would sound amazing saying that???)
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It was a quiet night after a long day. Not like you had been particularly busy, but you seemed to just always be tired. You’d joke and say it was just the exhaustion of always having to be the most amazing person all the time, and they’d laugh, but inside, it was a little difficult to admit you were genuinely just tired.
So, sat pretty in front of the vanity, just brushing your hair to get ready for bed, you thought it would continue to be a quiet night. Obviously, someone had other plans. A click was heard. You thought nothing of it. Another. Okay, weird? Craning your head back to glance over your shoulder, there was another click. It was from a little pebble hitting window. You winced, wondering if the rock scratched the glass more than anything.
When you then began to hear movement on the roof tiles, however, a sudden spike of concern struck your heart. Taking the nail clippers from the vanity drawer and pulling out the pusher file from it, you held it like a knife as you approached the window. Fearful curiosity filled your already humming heart. Pressing into the wall adjacent to the window to keep out of sight just in case, there was a bang!
The clippers dropped from your hand and clattered onto the wooden floor, as a muffled and familiar loud laugh came from outside the window. The hand pressed against the glass told you who it was. Addley, your boyfriend, grinning in like a kid playing pranks. You held your hand over your heart, and let out a massive, groaning sigh.
“For crying out loud, Addie. My heart genuinely stopped then! I already have the blood pressure of a sheep dog recently”, you whined, as he shook his head and kept snickering, scratching his fingernail on the glass like a cat asking to be let in.
“Come on, you love it when I come by!”.
Well, he wasn’t wrong. But you still frowned and picked up the nail clippers again, while sighing and opening the window.
“There’s something called a phone that would be useful to let me know you’re coming”, you muttered in annoyance. Crossing over to the vanity again and tossing the clippers back into the drawer, you huffed as you kicked in the plush stool. Addley climbed in, looking proud of himself.
“That’s not funny though”, he said as he waved a hand to you dismissively, still chuckling as he swung his legs over the sill and planted his feet down with a little grunt. You crossed over again, putting a finger over your lips with a frown.
“Careful. You keep it down. I don’t know if my sister is still up down the hall”, you scolded him, though there no real heat to the words. He smiled cheekily, and rolled his eyes as he glanced to the white door.
“Oh shush, babycakes. Quit fussin’”. Finally giving in with a reluctant smile pulling on your lips, you took him by the shoulders and gave him a kiss hello. A hum of contentment left him at the sweet little peck, as his arm wrapped around you, holding you as he rocked you both a little. As his other hand gently smoothed back your hair, he looked into your eyes with a look of that same mischief.
“Mmm, I was gettin’ pretty lonely without you, you know?”, he murmured to you with that lowered voice, as you could feel his body radiate heat through his clothes, bringing his nose near your cheek sweetly. You gently tilted your face away, one eye shut as his nose touched beneath it with a soft chuckle, sighing against his chin.
“The same for me, baby”. You smiled fondly to him, gaze drifting down him before looking back up to his eyes again with an archly scoff. “Shoes in the house?”.
A huff of amusement left him, as he glanced aside and shook his head with his tongue pushed against his tooth. He looked back at you with a raised brow.
“Yes. I am wearing my shoes. What about them?”, he asked casually, playing oblivious as he bobbed his head side to side. You blew a raspberry at him lightheartedly, as you nudged the top of your head towards him like a cat.
“Come on. Take them off”.
Addley smirked against your skin as he found your bossy nature quite endearing tonight. The hand that was smoothing your hair originally cupped the back of your head, as he gave another little kiss to your lips, his fingers messing with the strands of your hair as he gave a soft giggle and kicked his shoes off, moving them aside with a socked foot. Just when he thought that was enough, you pinched the hood of his jacket.
“This too. No outside clothes in the bed, babe”.
He gave a lazy groan with a chuckle, as his finger then reluctantly released you to zip down his jacket and tossing it to the side to land by the foot of your bed with a soft this. He held his hands up.
“That enough? You happy now, darl’?”, he asked sarcastically with a little twinkle in his eyes, as if begging you to say no. You bit your lip cheekily, as you looked down and trailed a hand down his front.
"And your trousers", you told him as you met his gaze again with a grin. Addley's breath hitched in his throat for a moment as you traced over his abdomen in little circles, his eyes locked with yours. A soft laugh left him at your words, his hands going to the waistband of his jeans, pulling on them a little.
"God… so demanding, ain't ya?", he teased, his voice low and thick with something akin to desire. You couldn’t help but snicker too, shushing him.
“Quietly does it”.
Addley's lips curled into a smirk once you stifled his chuckle, amused by the way you're behaving. Slowly, he pushed his jeans down to the floor, kicking them off his feet to land in a heap with his jacket.
"Happy now, boss?", he asked playfully as he bumped his nose against yours gently. You grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, or more tried to.
"Quite", you said to him with a little giggle again. You began tugging him to your bed, soft and with pink velvet covers for the colder weather recently, with some cute stuffed animals around the many pillows. He always slept so good in your bed. Sometimes, he'd sleep too good and almost not make it out of your room in time to hurry home in the morning.
Addley allowed your arms to snake around his neck, a lazy and amused smile playing on his lips, his eyes taking in the soft and comfy look of the bed— a sharp contrast to his own messy and chaotic style. He was always a restless sleeper, but something about your bed made him feel oddly comfortable and at ease. He didn't bother to protest as you dragged him down onto the pink-covered sheets, a light and teasing laugh leaving him as he landed on his back with a slight “Oof”.
You jumped on beside him, and he was immediately wrapped in your arms and legs as you grinned. A hand of yours came up and began to gently pet his hair, as his head nuzzled your shoulder, nose nudging the strap of your chemise playfully yet lazily. He closed his eyes with a soft and relaxed sigh. He loved your fingers through his hair.
“So. What made you come ‘round this time?”, you asked. He loosely wrapped his arms around your frame, hands holding the side of your ribs as his thumbs rubbed beneath your breast. A soft and content hum rung from him.
”’Cause I miss ya… Got lonely without ya…”.
“Aw, poor baby”, you teased, fingers running through the spikes of dirty blond hair. “He misses me even though we just saw each other yesterday”.
Addley rolled his eyes with a huff leaving him as his arms tightened around you at last, squeezing gently with a smirk as he looked at you through one eye.
"Hey, don't give me that attitude, darlin'…", he grumbled softly, his tone taking on a whiny sound, "It wasn't enough time to see you…."
”Addie, we were practically glued at the hip yesterday”, you stated simply as you hugged him right and scooted up in little bounces with a soft laugh, trying to move up to the pillows. He settled down on his back against the comfy pillow, his arms shifting around to pull you up against his chest, face rested on a slightly crumpled T-shirt. He nuzzled the top of your head, placing a soft kiss there with a sigh.
"M'not complainin' or anythin’…" He murmured with a chuckle, "I mean it when I say I missed ya. It's never long before I get lonely without you, babycakes". You melted visibly, and placed a hand over your heart with a little chuckle that was shaky with love.
”Aww, sweetheart. You’re giving Shakespeare a run for his money here”. He rolled his eyes, and just hugged you tighter. You sighed and kissed his temple, rubbing his arm.
“Get into the actual covers now”, you told him. “Don’t want you just in your boxers on top”.
He laid there for a moment, letting his gaze wander over the soft and cozy look of your bed once more. He was tempted to take off his shirt and be only in his boxers, but he'd never hear the end of it from you. Instead, he rolled onto his side, pulling the covers up over you two.
“Was just gettin’ comfy, baby”, he murmured fondly. Snuggled in next to him, you closed your eyes with a gentle smile, sighing out as you two just lay like this for a bit. You rubbed your cheek against his shirt.
“What have you been up to without me?”, you asked lazily, all relaxed as you two lay enveloped in warmth. His fingers traced little circles and random lines into the skin of your shoulder blade. He’d answer your question quietly, dipping his chin down to brush his lips lightly on your hairline.
“The usual. Car, nighttime, my brothers and me… A tire or two taken, sold”. He spoke about it so casually with you, as you smiled and nodded. You hummed, raising your head to rest your chin between his pecs, holding your hand out in a fan for him with a smile.
“Got new nail polish”, you mentioned, as he took your fingers and opened his eyes halfway to look at the colour. He nodded in approval.
“Mmm, a lovely colour for my baby. You’ve got so many now. Don’t they cost a fortune?”, he asked as he turned his head to look at the nail polish vials of all sorts your favourite colours lining the mirror. You gave a huff of a chuckle, shaking your head as his thumb began to gently stroke the joints of your fingers.
“I’ve got a special way to pay”, she said knowingly. He turned back to you, raising a brow with an amused expression.
“And what way is that, darlin’?”. His other hand came up from rubbing your back to push your hair from your face, wanting to see his pretty lady. Your finger came up and gently tapped on his chin as you let out a soft snicker.
“It’s called a big coat sleeve and my purse”. He shook his head as he couldn’t keep his smirk in check, rolling his eyes as his hand rested on your head.
“Ya don’t say?”, he teased, rubbing gently on your hair. “You ever think you’re gonna get caught?”.
"Not yet", you told him in that tone that told him that even getting caught wouldn't stop you. “Not while inflation keeps making my favourite good fucking nail polish that actually lasts 14 dollars a pop”. She was always a little bit light fingered, which he admired enough, especially when she managed to get him little gifts too. He let out a little appreciative and amused click from his teeth, thumbing strands of your baby hairs.
“Little thief”. He feigned out a sigh. “I don’t know why I am with such a little criminal”.
You chuckled at his words, your hand that was playing with his chin going to lightly scratch at his coarse facial hair.
“Because I got that really nice watch from the asshole of a customer of mine. And we used the money for a really nice shopping spree, huh?”. He let out a hum as he closed his eyes again, your scratching pleasant to him. He leaned into your touch as he let out a soft hiss through his teeth.
“That watch was a lot of money, baby. I appreciated the gift very much”.
You nestled into him, two lovers growing blurry-eyed in bed together.
“How are your brothers?”, you asked languidly, turning your face to lay your cheek on his chest again as your hands played with his hair. Addley took a moment to relish in the warmth of you on top of him, his eyes growing heavy. He was on the fast track to the land of nod soon. Your question made him sigh though.
“Ike has a new big idea that he’s still workin’ on. Johnny’s still doing that datin’ thing where they sit and have to like… I don’t know, I wasn’t payin’ attention when he was talkin’ about it”. His lips clicked with wet little smacks as he fixed his hold on you. You let out a little huff.
“Calling me a thief when you’re all criminals. The lot of you”, you grumbled. He gave a lazy snicker, shivering as the pads of your fingers rubbed his scalp.
“You’d never leave your favourite criminal though, yeah?”, he asked, lips tugging upwards. “Not even for a really rich man with watches that could like… Buy you all the nail polish you want. Even the ones with vitamins and hardeners you talk about?”. You snickered.
“Why? I could always just steal”.
“Ha!”, left him, chest rumbling a little as the pair of you laughed together quietly. He pulled you closer to him, lifting your head as he tapped you jaw. He brought your face closer to his, a fond smile on his face.
“You really got a way of thinkin’ like me, darl’.” He nuzzled his face into your hair with a sigh. “I’m touched”.
You hummed comfortably, and pressed your lips to his, head turned to meet his face in your hair, smiling as your fingers moved away strands to keep gently kissing him. The pair lay like this for what felt like hours, yet it was all but a few more sleepy minutes. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Like teenagers.
Addley grew to have a bubbling need now, as each kiss became just that little bit less satisfying without something else done, hands itching. They ran down your back, and held you tight to shift the pair of you so you lay directly on top of him while he lay on his back. There was something firm rubbing against your thigh, but you only sighed against his mouth, hands cupping the back of his head, making him shiver a little from the sensitivity of his nape.
“Oh sweetheart… Sweetheart…”, he mumbled against your lips, shaking his head a little as his hands squeezed you a little. “It ain’t enough… Nah… come up. Come up”.
His hands urged you up, just a touch rough, making you giggle as he kissed on your neck. He had an oral fixation for it, as he’d open his mouth and just press on your neck, all warm, driving you crazy as he’d swirl his tongue. You’d whine and wriggle on him, coming up to properly straddle on his stomach, giving a little high-pitched moan reluctantly.
“Addie…”, was heard from you, as he gently shushed you and kept kissing and licking your neck. He urged you to move up, more and more as his hands grabbed at you needily.
“Lemme have yer tits, baby”, he murmured, turning you on more as you so generously took down the straps of your chemise and revealed your bare breasts to him, as he cooed softly and wrapped his lips around the peak of your left nipple. He’d moan as soon as it was in his mouth, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. You could smell he began to sweat a little, already so hot.
You’d twitch, always so sensitive with how his tongue rolled over your breast, pulling away to kiss at the warm flesh before sucking on your nipple again. He was driving you around the bend, so aware of your weak spots as you’d squirm in his hold, and he’d take your hand, interlacing your fingers and gently shushing you with his lips against your tender skin.
You moved against the hardness in his boxers, your free hand moving down from his hair to bunch up the chemise, gathering it as you held it out of the way, licking your bottom lip as you pressed on him. It was his turn then to whine, hand going to your lower back to push you down.
“You want it, baby? You just gotta ask…”, he mumbled with your skin still against his lips. He couldn’t get his mouth off of you. You nodded eagerly, sighing out as you spied the sight of the love in his eyes.
“Yeah…”, you whispered breathlessly, a little lost in the sight. He smiled at your acquiescence. Pulling his mouth from you, he tipped his chin up to kiss your jaw.
“Yeah?”, he asked again, to really make sure, due to your tone before. You swallowed and melted entirely in his hands, nodding as you felt yourself go limp on top of him, weak from such sweetness.
“Yes, baby. I promise you so much, I want you…”, you muttered out with a deep, shaking breath out. Your head grew foggy.
Before long, and not like you could remember how, you both ended up naked, velvet covers kicked down. With you straddling his face gently, his nose nudged against your clit as you held yourself up steadily on his face, at times relaxing and just pressing down, to his enjoyment. But you’d get up again to move against his tongue, clutching onto your headboard as you’d moan aloud with huffs and absolute bliss.
His coarse moustache and little chin patch that you hated so much you were kissing was starting to warm up on you as it gently scratched on the tender skin surrounding your slobber-covered pussy. Sometimes, he’d moan and shake his face into you, much to your pleasure, as your thigh trembled in his gentle but firm hold.
Through blurry eyes, you’d look down, at his closed eyes and obvious hunger, lapping at you with desire and love. There was something about just watching him that made you want to stay awake. You could watch him for hours. As you lifted up a bit again, he knew the procedure, from all the previous times you two have been together. Releasing your thigh, his left hand rubbed your lower back, before sliding down to let you gently ride on it while he continued to suck on your clit.
Moaning without a care, you shuddered, and tried to pull up, but his hand held you down, knowing you could take it, as he shushed you and gently urged you to stay down. He could feel how you clenched on his one finger. He figured that he should help you out, for later, of course. So he wouldn’t be hurting you too much on his cock. It was all for you.
Pulling his finger out, he let you lift up a bit, as he licked it clean, before wetting his other finger, shushing as he carefully let you sit down on his two fingers, your head thrown back with whines. You began to slowly and steadily move up and down on his fingers, as he sucked and licked your clit and folds with his tongue, hot and wet. God, you actually saw white when you came, and the volume of the moan you let out was barely there, as you squeaked out with your mouth open like a scream. He slowly brought you back down from such a high, so easily moving you from his face to lie on him again, as he kissed your neck and head.
“That’s my baby… That’s my baby girl… So fuckin’ tasty…”, he whispered to you, as he rubbed your back with his hand. You blinked out tears that had somehow formed without your knowledge, eyes half-lidded as you looked down to him, licking your dry lips. You could feel the precum that collected into little white pearls against your leg. After that, you were just so filled with need.
“Wanna… Wanna have my turn…”, you mumbled mindlessly, turning over and sitting beside him, hand wrapping around his cock gently, giving some long strokes, as you cooed at his twitching. Leaning down, you spat a bit on it, spreading the slick with your hand, making it easier to slide him into your mouth. He genuinely bucked his hips up a bit, as you shut your eyes for a second. You fit him all in, before pulling back again to pump him.
“Lemme taste you again… Please baby”, he pleaded quietly, taking your legs by the calves and pulling you to keep your legs around his face. He loved the taste of your sweet pussy so much, it had him so fucking hard. Resting comfortably on his stomach, your one hand stroked his thigh as you’d bob your head up and down, fighting back giggles from feeling him hitting the back of you throat. The leaking tip of him was rubbing on the roof of your mouth, coating it with flavour, slightly bitter yet addictive.
As you two pleased each other at the same time, you couldn’t take it anymore, feeling that he was so perfectly hard. Pulling him out of your mouth, you gently wiped your lips.
“Addie… Addie, baby”, you called softly, as he hummed while still kissing on your pussy. “Do you want to… use one or?”, you questioned quietly.
While you two usually didn’t use a condom, due to the fact that he pulled out and let you suck him off until he came whenever he felt that he was close, you two always made sure to ask with each other whether or not that might change that night.
Thinking about it for moment as he still buried his face between your legs, with your hand still mindlessly pumping him, he shook his head gently.
“Not really… If you don’t mind, darlin’”. You nodded. Of course you didn’t mind.
You stroked his thigh and lightly pat it to let him know you were sitting up. Turning around to face him, you gave him an excited little smile, while he gazed through his lashes at his beautiful lady, in all her bare glory, her pussy lips parted on the length of his cock, as she gently stroked him against her. Nothing on earth could be worth more than this, no fat gold watch that she could steal or the whole fucking shop. No, this sight was something he absolutely treasured.
You positioned him against your entrance, giggling quietly as you teased putting it in, only for it to push out anyway. It was just fun to watch. His hand holding your thighs gave a little squeeze, as a chuckle rumbled his chest.
“Stop playin’, baby”, he told you off softly. You gave him a little pout for ruining your fun, before looking down to position him properly with a sigh as you sat up straighter, feeling him go in someways, as he groaned and held your hips, his eyes basically rolling back. Getting over the initial pain, you let out a deep breath, relaxing and letting him slide all the way in, as your hand held the curve where your thigh connected to your hip, huffing soft breaths out with blurry eyes, tearing up a little as you swallowed.
“Is that alright for ya, baby?”, he asked gently, as his hands stroked your thigh and waist, right hand giving a soft squish on your side with a smile. As you looked down and smiled to him, you began to move, slowly and steadily.
“It’s so good”, you told him quietly.
God, words couldn’t even describe it. That perfect skin on skin that you two first fell in love with as teenagers together. The very one that you think had him running back so many times, and had you forgiving him so many times. Over the years, he had almost perfected himself for you. Especially in moments like these. You two were by no means saints, but this was definitely Heaven. The only one the pair was allowed, at this point.
He couldn’t look at you right now, eyes closed as he’d breathe out your name, his hand on the small of your back to feel that smooth, warm and soft skin. If he were to open his eyes and watch you, he didn’t think that he’d pull out in time. At least, not while you were facing him.
You could see the needy look on his face, from the way his eyebrows curled together in concentration, his nostrils flared to try and breathe in steadily and not start panting like a dog, the slight wetness forming beneath his eyes. It was everything to you. Your own moans slipped from your lips sweetly with each time you bounced down, body filled with what felt like an electric shock every time. As his cock would keep bumping gently on that special warm, gooey and spongey spot inside, your stomach tightened, and you couldn’t control what happened next.
You practically almost jumped off, as he held you in his hands tenderly while your hole spurted down his length, your moans like an angel sighing as they ripped through the air. Feeling the tip against your clit, as he twitched made another little bit drip out. The soft pale hairs at the base of his length were drenched, glistening in the lamplight as you cooed softly. He praised you over and over, opening his eyes halfway to smile to you and rub your hips.
“That’s my baby. Good baby, so fuckin’… My baby girl”, he whispered to you in a raspy voice, his throat a little dry from his concentration. There was an eager little mew from you though, as you turned your back to him and slid him back in, his cock spearing through your sensitivity and immediately becoming that high pressure pleasure again, as his hands tightened on your hips without his knowledge.
“Jesus- Babe, baby, that… You’re so fuckin’…”, left his mouth breathlessly. You held onto his thighs to steady yourself, one hand reaching to gently pinch your clit between your two fingers. You almost keeled over immediately.
You bounced on him gently, sat on your haunches on his thighs, balancing carefully. It was something both of your appreciated, this position. He could open his eyes and watch it go in and out. You could feel everything so much more from this angle, sometimes having a sporadic burst of energy and moving fast for a few seconds, before shivering and needing to slow down again, with his hand running up and down your spine gently and lovingly. Your hand would gently reach down again and softly cup his balls, to his delight as he fought back a whine, covering it up with a hiss through his teeth shakily, that made you almost giggle.
It happened three times— where you’d reach what felt like the tipping point and were scared that it felt like you needed to pee, only for it to release and you drenched his entire crotch again— before he could feel it begin to get too much for him to hold back.
“Sh-Shit, baby. I’m gonna cum, hun. I’m gonna cum, get off. Quick… Quick!”, he weakly urged you, as you listened and lifted up off him, keeping the pace you went at with your hand as you stroked him, leaning down with your ass in the air as you kept that warm tightness around him. His hand gently held the back of your thigh, encircling it with whines and soft whimpers, before you tasted the bitterness and felt his warm cum cover your tongue. Swallowing the first bit, you let the rest out from your mouth down him, watching it drip on his cock. You kept gently stroking him, as he panted and whimpered softly with trembling legs.
“Oh sweetheart…”, he wheezed out, rubbing your leg and back. You straightened up and went to lay by his side, shushing gently and stroking his sweaty hair back, as he embraced you, face in between your breasts.
“My beautiful lady… I love you so much… Oh my god”, his muffled words hummed out. You smiled, blissed out yourself as you caught your breath, hugging him close.
Your eyes grew heavy as the pair of you lay together, and the sweat on both of your bodies eventually cooled down, and without the covers, it was suddenly cold. The pair of you chuckled together, as you spoke quietly about how good it was, wrapped up together as you kissed again softly.
After all that, the pair of you had only one concern. How would you get to the shower?
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