I dreamt about this and its low-key so random but whatever. This is with any guy you want.
Warnings: Brief shotgunning, hickeys?, smoking, pining, that's it i think.
The room was cloudy with smoke as you exhaled into it, the red from the LED lights he hung up really made for a good mood.
You're perched on his lap, legs on either side of his as you take another drag, he's sitting against the headboard, back and head relaxed as he leaned on it, his hands drumming on your thighs lightly.
He was looking at you like you hung the stars, like he couldn't believe he had you in his bed, he leaned forward, pressing small kisses to your shoulder and neck, no doubt leaving hickeys, but you're too far into the affair to care about that sort of stuff.
It was always like this, he worshipped the ground you walked upon, hoping for a chance where you'll be his, but he knew those were just dreams, maybe in the near future.
He doesn't understand why you won't just leave your husband, he's cheated on you many times yet you remain? What's that about? how does he make you see that you and him belong together, you don't deserve to be treated like your husband is treating you.
You take another hit of your- his, cigarette, inhaling deeply before glancing at him, you smile and exhale, "you're staring" you say while tapping the cigarette on the ash tray.
"It's hard not to," he says back, his tone distant.
"What's on your mind?" you reply, putting the cigarette out and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, staring at him.
He glances to the side, he's already talked to you about this many times and has basically memorized your response, but it still bothers him, "when are you gonna leave him," he says, meeting your gaze.
you sigh and unwrap your arms from his neck, sure, all of that was true, but you're with your husband for your benefit only, money is money, reaching for the pack of cigarettes and pulling out a fresh one, "we've already talked about this, it's-"
"oh, "it's not that easy", yeah, i know, you say that every time" he readjusts, his head closer to yours "how do i make it easier? He's already broken your heart, my love".
You smile and let out a tiny laugh, having lit the stick while he was talking, you take a tiny drag and blow it away from his face, "you can't, but, if it makes you feel better, I don't love him." You shrug.
He stares at you for a little, his jaw muscles clenching and unclenching before he leans back against the headboard again, his hands on your thighs stilling.
You tilt your head while looking at him, "hey, don't be sad about it," you grab his face pulling him closer and pecking his lips with a smile "I'll be yours soon enough, just have to figure some things out." You brush a few strands of hair out of his face with your free hand.
You stare at him for a moment before inhaling from your cigarette and leaning in to kiss him, as your lips connect you pass the smoke to him, smirking against his lips as you pull away.
He releases the smoke and looks at you with hooded eyes, "did you like that?" You ask, hands threading into his scalp as he nods.
You laugh quietly, giving him the cigarette and glancing at the time, "I have to get going, he's probably home by now."
He takes the cigarette and inhales the smoke, 'home', he thought, pursing his lips but choosing to not say anything, however he does tighten his grip on your thighs as you move to get up, "woah, woah, slow down" he teases, "why can't you just stay? For tonight only, i promise. I'll make you feel so good."
You tilt your head in thought, "do you really have to think about this?" He asks, laughing.
you glance at him and smile, "fine, I'll stay."
I didn't wanna end it here but i have writers block sosososososoos bad, feel free to send in requests guys, I'll do anything.
