You wanted a way to change your life. You could not do this on your own. All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck. I am smart, capable and, most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.
Warnings: based when he was still at liverpool because I've yet to come to terms with his departure, massive snow storms, reader is so over jordan but jordan is trying to love on his lady, some cheeky comments, playful teasing, showering together, specific warnings to behave are being ignored, shower sex, penetrative sex (p in v) fingering, finger sucking, oral (m!receiving), manhandling for a second there, lots of I love yous lmao
Word Count: 1,471
Author's Note: I'm still mad at jordan but he's my bookie so that's why I didn't take him out of the series loool
merry smutmas series
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Jordan comes in after shovelling the driveway and keeps trying to love on you. You tell him that you can feel how cold he is but he makes sure to show you what cold really feels like.
A massive snow storm has come down on Liverpool all of a sudden.
It's something in which the two of you had never seen in all your years of living there. Usually, you get a few feet of snow here and there throughout the entire season but for some reason, you've acquired 4 feet of snow overnight; global warming is what you told your husband when you got up this morning.
The children had ended up spending the night with Jordan's dad. The night before your father in law took them out to see a movie and have dinner with his grand-babies which turned into a sleepover.
Jordan was meant to go pick up the children but given that it snowed, all the roads were blocked and the two of you were stuck in the house alone, until God knows when.
Most men would take advantage of the alone time with their wife, but not your husband.
You looked over the couch when you heard him coming down the stairs, the man bundled up in his hoodie and thick sweatpants. Jordan sat next to you, putting his socks on. "Where are you going?" You asked your husband with a raised eyebrow.
All the roads were blocked and most of the places weren't open yet or had not opened at all because of the snow.
"I'm going to shovel the driveway." He tells you, walking his way over to the front door to put his coat and boots on.
You got up, following him. "Jordan, you're not serious." You huffed, watching as he put his hat on, looking as dorky as ever. You bit back a laugh, waiting for an answer.
"I am too," he tells you, "someone has to do it."
"Do we even have a shovel ?" You shivered when he opened the door, a gust of wind letting some snow into the foyer. "Yeah, we do. I'll be back in a bit."
Jordan leans towards you, puckering his lips. You roll your eyes, a hand on his jaw when you kiss him softly.
You let Jordan go out into the snow and attempt to shovel the driveway. You check on him in intervals, shouting from the front door to make sure that he's all right and eventually you call out to him, telling him to come in because it's freezing out.
"You'll get frostbite!" You shout from the door, shivering. "Come in, Jord!"
You walk back to the couch, sitting down when Jordan walks in and shut the door. You can hear him shivering and hanging his coat up, as well as taking off his boots before he finds his way over to you.
"Don't even think about it." You warn him, a finger pointed at your husband.
Jordan smiles, dropping himself down on top of you. You squeal, "Jordan! You're freezing! Get off!" You giggled, trying to shove your husband off of you.
"I'm not freezing!" He says back, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"But you are."
"Fine," the man huffs, sitting up on top of you. He smiles, "shall we take a shower then?"
"You can take a shower, I don't need to shower right now." You tell him, reaching for the remote on the coffee table but Jordan tosses it on the other couch.
"It's better with you, baby." He says, picking you up.
"Jordan!" You smack his back when the man puts you over his shoulder - something he's been doing for years, the same something you complained about every time he did it.
The man carries you to the bathroom, there's not much else you can do but go along with it. Jordan puts you down, letting you sit on the counter as he turns on the shower. The water hits the floor and runs down the drain as it goes from cold to hot as a matter of seconds. You can see the steam coming up over the shower curtains as your husband undresses in front of you.
"I'm not getting in there unless you promise to keep your hands to yourself." You tell him.
Jordan moves to stand between your legs, his boxers the only thing that's left to join the pile of his clothes on the floor. "I promise to be on my best behaviour," he whispers, his lips on your neck when he reaches for your top, pulling it off.
"You're already misbehaving," you say, the words coming out a bit breathless. He laughs, helping you off the counter, the two of you stripping off the rest of the way. "Says you."
"Me? I'm a good girl."
He smiles, smacking your ass as you pass by to get into the shower. "That you are."
The two of you stand there for a moment, letting the hot water run over your bodies, all the soreness slipping away. "That's too hot," he mumbled, reaching around from behind you to turn the knob and fix the water temperature.
Jordan turns it a little too much and the water goes from boiling hot to ice cold in a matter of seconds. "Jordan! What the fuck?!" You squealed, pushing him back so you could get away from the cold water.
He laughs, "sorry!" It takes him a second to switch it back, settling somewhere in the middle.
"God," you laughed, smacking his arm. "You're so annoying." You smile, now on your tiptoes to kiss him. Jordan’s hands rest on your ass, pulling you flat against his chest when he kisses you.
The warm water runs over his shoulders, spilling down onto you before he turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall.
Jordan's hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when he slips two fingers into you.
Your hand gripping on his shoulder, "oh.. you promised you'd behave." you whisper, head back against the wall. Jordan smiles, fingers curling. "I'm behaving, aren't I?"
“Jord, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards again.
He loved when you praised him, telling him how good he makes you feel. Jake brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth.
Before you could complain, Jordan had pulled his fingers from you and pushed them past your lips. “Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times.
“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “god, fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist.
“Hold on sweetheart, patience.” Jordan tells you, hooking your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. "What happened to behaving?" He teased, causing you to groan.
Before you could answer, Jordan pushes into you and his name falls from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there.
There was something about being in the shower together, homely and sweet and domestic.
His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.
“Hm I love you,” your hand resting on his jaw.
He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Jordan smacks your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”
You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do.
“Where?” He asks, his head on your shoulder and you know it’s not gonna last. You push him off of you, sinking onto your knees. Jordan gets what you were doing, putting his cock in your mouth when you open it.
He groans, watching as your tongue laps over his cock, looking up at him through your eyelashes innocently.
He pulls your hair up and away from your face, “you’re so perfect, I love you.” He mumbles, another string of praise falling from his lips as he cums.
Your husband helps you up, giving you a kiss before you two actually finish your shower like normal people, your husband hugging you from behind as you did your skin care routine.
"What?" You looked at him in the mirror, "I didn't even finish shovelling the driveway," he whispers, making you laugh.
