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⋆˙⟡ featuring⋆˙⟡ ― jude bellingham x gf!reader ꒰ contents ꒱ jude catches you reading fanfiction, SMUT, mdni. ⋆˙⟡ author's note⋆˙⟡ ― if y'all don't like ts i'll go cry in a corner and never write smut again.

He wasn't supposed to be back yet.

You'd calculated it perfectly—or at least, you thought you had. Jude wasn't due back from training until four, so after finishing your laundry, you had half an hour to spare. Just enough time to curl up on the sofa with your iPad and indulge in the absolute worst decision you'd made all week.

"His voice dropped to a whisper..."

You bit your lip.

"He pressed himself to you, letting you feel his growing—"

Heat climbed up your neck.

"Interesting."

yyeahhx10

Hoodie

Master list

Jude Bellingham x f!reader

Tags (tw): boyfriend Jude, established relationship, dirty(?)jokes, kissing, hickeys, fluffy relationship goals

Synopsis: your boyfriend Jude coming home early from a rainy training. He seemed a little too playful and wouldn’t let your mouth run loose quickly.

Genre: FLUFFF

Word count: ≈2k

Note: tysmm for the request, and plsss I prefer detailed reqs over the general ones. Also I will be posting the other reqs soon, some ideas just take more time to spark than others 💔💔💔

It was a rainy afternoon as you were home alone, laying on the couch.

It was your day off and couldn’t be bothered all too much, and so you were wearing one of Jude’s hoodies that fitted slightly oversized on you and a pair of shorts.

For now it was just you anyway.

Jude would finish his training and come home in about one hour.

As you were laying down you scrolled through your insta feed.

You came across a creamy pasta recipe.

Having all the ingredients in the pantry you stood up and made your way to the kitchen.

As always, you grabbed your speaker and played your so called ‘cooking’ playlist.

As the songs went on you continued singing while cooking.

Looking at the clock you had about 30 minutes till Jude would be home.

With all the veggies chopped and added to the pan you could start with your sauce.

Adding heavy cream and some cheese you watched it all melt down in one big pot.

Turning around to wash your hands you got stopped in your track.

You slightly flinched from bumping into the chest of a drenched Jude standing right in front of you.

Confused about his early arrival you opened your mouth to ask.

But before even being able to say one complete word a hand was placed on your mouth, forcing you to shush as the music still continued.

As his right hand covered your mouth he inched you closer towards him by wrapping his free hand around your waist.

Your grey hoodie turned into a darker shade as Jude’s rain soaked clothes and yours touched.

He leaned and noticed your now wet hoodie “sorry love”

You softly slapped away the hand that was still covering your mouth in order to speak “you’re early”

“I am, rain was too heavy to continue training” Jude explained while he moved his right hand to cup your check while the other was still around your waist. “Cute hoodie you got on by the way” he teased

As you stood on your toes you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, as indication you wanted to move on towards the sink.

Jude didn’t let you move any further as he still had a gentle grip on you “is that all your boyfriends getting after a rainy training?” he sulked

“Yes actually, because I’m busy cooking if you couldn’t tell” you replied, trying your best not to get fooled by his begging puppy eyes

“Wrong answer” he said

Wrapping both of his arms around your waist he pulled you closer and scooped you up.

With your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands laced on the back of his neck he started planting kisses all from your face to neck.

The kisses were quick and full of love and joy of Jude just having you nearby again.

After being absolutely smothered for what felt like 30 minutes you started tapping with your hands on his back you spoke up with a voice all too giggly “baby the foods burning”

Jude pulled back but didn’t let you go yet.

He looked at your face and noticed a soft flush on your face.

As you felt him staring you could feel your cheeks heating up even more.

“My baby’s getting shy now?” he teased with a slight smirk

Burying yourself in his shoulder for half a second you reclaimed yourself and scraped your throat “if you won’t let go I won’t give you dinner” you sarcastically threatened.

Giving you one last kiss, one that lasted longer than the previous ones, he finally let you go.

As you were walking away he gave your ass a soft slap “missed that too” he said.

As you looked over your shoulder you blowed him an imaginary kiss his way.

As he reached out to grab the air kiss he over dramatically took it towards his heart.

You couldn’t keep it in and laughed at his silliness “Youre so funny” you said

“And you’re so stunning” he replied

The sudden compliment took you aback, you could feel the heat already cripple up on your face.

“Look at you, getting this flustered” Jude said, walking towards you and hug you from behind as you were still by the sink.

Lowering your head you tried to hide the obvious flustered look on your face. “It’s so annoying I can’t help it.”

“I love it” he said now lowering his hands and placing them on the lowest point of your back, creeping above your curves.

He let his hands rest there for a moment, his thumbs absentmindedly tracing small circles underneath the fabric of your hoodie.

“You say it’s annoying,” he murmured, a smile obvious in his voice, “but I think it’s adorable.”

You let out a quiet groan, refusing to turn around. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” His chin settled lightly on your shoulder. “I’m appreciating the view.”

You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he said softly, “you’re still here.”

You nudged him gently with your elbow, earning a quiet laugh.

His arms tightened around your waist just enough to keep you close.

the warmth of his embrace making it even harder to ignore the blush creeping across your cheeks.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” you muttered.

“I do.”

“You’re the worst.”

“The worst?” he echoed with mock offense. “I make you dinner, I hug you, I compliment you-“

You cut him off “dinner huh? Who was busy cooking just now before you interrupted?”

You couldn’t see his face but as you were talking you knew he would have a big smile on his face.

Releasing his hands from your waist and give your ass one last squeeze he let you go “you’re right, wouldn’t want the food to burn hmm?”

“Exactly” you said, finally turning around and playfully smacking his hands.

“You’ll pay for that one” he said teasingly in response

As Jude went to the bathroom to wash off you got ready setting the table.

As Jude finished up he came walking down the stairs.

As you were busy setting the table you bended over to place the glasses in the corner of the table, making you bend over.

As your hoodie rode up with the movement it made you show your shorts.

As Jude was standing on the stairs behind you he enjoyed the sight of yours.

He creeped up towards you from behind and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

As usual you would lay your hands on his chest, but this time you felt a bare chest.

Finally giving him a glance you noticed he was just wearing a pair of sweatpants without a shirt.

His chest still slightly damp from the shower perfectly showed his sculpted body.

Shamelessly admiring your boyfriend’s body you squeezed his biceps.

“You’re staring you know” he said with the cheeky smirk look of him

“I know” you said walking from him with your fingers dragging across his arm.

Over dinner you and Jude, who still refused to put a shirt on, talked about his training and latest news about his friends on the team.

As both of your plates were sitting empty on the table you stood up to wash the dishes.

Jude reached over from the other side of the table and stopped your hands from picking them up.

“Please, I’ll do it” he insisted

Looking him deeply in the eyes he gave you the puppy eye look “I love you” you said, and let your touch release from the plates

As Jude finished up the dishes you were laying on the couch again.

With your hands tucked in between your legs you were zapping through different movie options on the tv.

Shortly after finding the right movie to watch Jude joined you on the couch.

With him using your ass as his own personal pillow he looked up at you “okay?”

Giving him a sweet smile and reaching your hand out to play with his hair you gave him a nod of approval.

As the movie continued you noticed Jude slightly shivering.

“You’re cold baby?” you asked

“No I’m fine let me just go put a sweater on or something real quick” he instantly replied “…unless I can borrow this” he said, sitting up and hugging your waist from underneath your hoodie

Lowering your face to laugh internally for a moment you looked him in the eyes “seriously?”

“Bloody serious” he confirmed

Purposefully lifting your hoodie up in a slow motion with care and patience you gave him a show, letting the hoodie sit around your bra area for a few seconds before fully lifting it.

Your performance gave rewarded you with a groan from Jude and him pinning you down on the couch.

As he lifted the remaining hoodie off your body he quickly put it on and focused back on you, still in await of what he was going to do.

Mounting over you made you feel his breath go down your neck, sending you thrills through your spine.

In await of his actions he suddenly leaned in and placed his face close to your ear. “Did you forget what I said earlier already? You having to pay back for your actions?” he said in a low tone

Getting taken aback by his sudden intimacy you decided to play into his game “hmm not sure really” you said with a tone slightly too high

“I think you do” he reassured as final warning before lifting you up from the couch in a swift motion

With your legs wrapped around him he was holding you with his hands placed on your ass.

You quickly learned with every attempt to wriggle free it earned you a soft squeeze in your cheeks. And so, you accepted your fate.

As you were carefully dropped onto your shared bed he took his time kissing you from your forehead till your stomach.

With your hoodie being off, leaving you in just your bra, he took this as a chance to leave marks on you.

He knew you disliked having hickeys in obvious places such as your neck and with your bare chest on display it couldn’t get any better.

Taking his time he worked his way from left to right.

With the sound of the rain falling against the window you slightly arched your back with every mark Jude left on you.

Jude melted at the feeling of you arching into him which made him even hungrier for you.

After seeing enough soon to be purple marks he called it quits before his own lips would turn purple themselves.

Laying next to him breathlessly from both sides there was a peace in not saying anything.

As you were focusing on Jude’s lips he was staring into your eyes, like they were gold to him.

He then pulled you closer and had one arm on your bare back as the other was absentmindedly patting in a slow rhythm on your ass.

“Jude?”

“Hm yes baby?” he softly smiled

“I’m cold again” you lied.

With no hesitation Jude slipped out of the hoodie he had received not even 30 minutes ago.

He placed a hand under your face to fit the hoodie through while saying “hands up” in order to get your hands through the sleeves as well.

Kissing the top of his head and hiding your face in his hair to hide your grin you told him “thank you baby”

“I can literally feel you smiling, is there something?” he asked like a little boy

Swallowing away your laugh you reassured him “it’s nothing, just got them heebie jeebies from the cold” you said

It didn’t matter what he thought of it, your plan of getting to see him shirtless again was accomplished

I’m so deadahh bc once I finish my reqs be prepared for a Jobe spam as well. Might even add a ferran Torres with it aswell 🤗🤗

writtenbylolo

⤷ best assistant ever

masterlist ᯓ★ lo's commentary: hi angels!! quick fic in response to a request i got for the tiktok trend where girls are climbing on their boyfriends in videos to see how they react. had so much fun writing this one!! hope u enjoy <3

pairing: bf!jude bellingham x influencer!reader summary: a relaxed unboxing video turns into complete chaos when you randomly climb onto Jude’s shoulders mid-recording, pranking him with the viral TikTok trend he's oblivious to. he's baffled, but just laughs and rolls with it, holding you up with one arm and chatting to the camera like nothing is happening at all. warnings: suggestive ending referencing f!receiving oral, nothing else. cute + fluffy, whipped boyfriend!jude wc: 2.5k!

You’d been living with Jude long enough now that he’d become blissfully ignorant to the PR packages that would pile up in your bedroom. Piles upon piles of them – wrapped boxes, fancy bags of products or clothes – would turn up at the door and sit there for weeks, untouched. You travelled with him most of the time, had other things on your plate, and honestly, sometimes you just forgot they existed until the pile got so big it became a slight tripping hazard.

But every month or so, you’d sit down and do a massive unboxing of everything you’d been sent. It had become a bit of a thing on your TikTok. Jude once described it as your “Christmas morning” once a month, where you’d rip open packages like an excited kid and show him and all your followers what you’d been gifted.

evieskiesss

TAKE IT- TOM KAULITZ

summary: tom’s childhood best fiend now wants him to take her virginity:) not proof read guys , i ran out of time

“so, you want me to take your virginity?” tom asked, staring at you blankly.

you stared back at him, your arms folded over your chest as you began regretting even calling him in the first place. “yes.”

tom watching you muster up the courage to answer him, your expression shy.

you had called tom over just 30 minutes ago, asking him to come over, not giving any details as to why when he asked so over the phone. you seemed tense when he arrived, eerily timid the second you both stepped into your bedroom. there the both of you stood, feet away from each other, directly in front of your bed.

tom’s eyes ran past your body, scanning you for a second before speaking, “so when i said that you should wait until you find someone you trust, that’s me?” he asked, not exactly wondering himself, if not making sure you’re making the right decision.

tom was still, lost in thought for a moment. should he do it? he had never expected for his childhood best friend to ever ask him to take her virginity. he felt uneasy, yet, somehow relieved at the back of his mind. tom felt a strange pit in his stomach at the thought of someone else taking it. an odd fire of jealousy hidden behind closed doors.

you swallowed, nodding silently. tom was quiet for a moment, his eyes raking your body one more time. you didn’t fail to notice a small glint in his eye that flashed through before his eyes connected with yours. he took small steps forward, “and you’re sure that’s me?”

you straightened yourself up as he grew closer to you, “yes,” you replied quietly. his eyes never disconnected from yours, that glint in his gaze now becoming visibly more noticeable. his hands placed themselves ever so softly on your waist, nearly hovering over. he was close now, his body just inches away from yours.

his gaze flickered down to your lips, you were mouse silent, the only sound in the room was him now getting even closer. “are your parents home?” he mumbled, his minty breath fanning against your face as your noses nearly touched. you stared up at him, “n-no,” you shook your head.

tom gave a small nod, “good,” he whispered before finally pressing his lips down against yours. the kiss took you by surprise, you began moving your lips against his, his movements gentle with you. his hands now gripped your waist, gently pushing you backward just enough for the backs of your thighs to hit the bed.

his lips moved against yours slightly faster now, his tongue giving your bottom lip a soft swipe, asking for entrance. you complied, parting your lips open just enough for him to slip his tongue in. it felt strange, his tongue moving against yours in unison, the soft noises of your mouths together filling the silence in the air.

your hands found his nape, stroking the skin softly as his own gently roamed to your back, massaging your waist.

tom pulled from the kiss momentarily, his hand tugging at your waist, “come,” he whispered, guiding you to your bed. he gently pushed you down onto the bed, your back softly hitting the mattress as he climbed on top of you. he slammed his lips down against yours once more, harsher this time, you let out a soft gasp at the sudden aggression.

his lips left yours, making their way across your jawline & down your neck. his kisses were slow & deliberate, testing the area before you let out a soft breath as he kissed behind your ear. you can feel the smirk on his lips, the kisses sending sparks down your body. moaning softly, you bit your lip, he focused on & around that spot, lips parting slightly to let his tongue run against the skin.

a shiver ran down your spine, your mouth parting slightly to let out a soft breath. it felt.. good. something you had never experienced before.

his tongue ran up and down that spot, suckling on it softly. his hands slowly ran down your side, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt. his hand stayed there, pushing the hem up forward barely just half an inch, letting his fingertips meet the soft skin of your stomach.

he caressed softly, kissing up and down your neck slowly. he had to be slow. his lips trailed up your jaw, his kisses now softer, gentler.. sweeter. his lips kissed near your mouth, his lips now grazing yours as he whispered, “can i take this off?”

you looked up at him, his brown eyes staring into yours. you could feel the buzz. the buzz of the soft pleasure he’s already been giving you from the kisses. his finger tips slowly caressed your stomach, his breath fanning over your face. you laid still, your head now reeling.

you were nervous. what if he didn’t like how you looked? not that it even… mattered much anyway.. he was just a friend doing a favor, right? but let’s be real, it did matter…. just a little bit… right? because that was the reason why you shaved everything earlier, that’s why you picked out the cutest underwear and bra you had, that’s why you sprayed your bed with your perfume before hand so.. maybe it did matter just a tiny bit—

“it’s okay,” he whispered against your mouth, his eyes staring into yours. you were silent for a good moment, reeling away in your thoughts. he knew you were. he knew you better than most people did. “i’ll be good,” he promised softly.

you looked up at him, his hand still not daring to push any further. and finally, you nodded. his hand gently pushed up your shirt, your arms slowly raising to help you take the shirt off. he looked down, his heart skipping a beat. you looked.. very pretty.

your baby blue bra highlighting your soft, smooth skin. your breasts were the perfect size.

his head dipped down, placing his lips on your collarbone. “relax,” he whispered, his fingers now reaching behind you, unclipping your bra. he felt your breath hitch, yet he paid it no mind. he knew what he was doing. his touch trailed back up, now grazing your bra strap and slowly, tugged it down.

it felt like forever, his fingers slowly revealing your smaller, supple breasts. he blinked, his head leaning back to get a better overall look. he felt you tense up immediately. your breasts were perfect. they were on the smaller side, but absolutely perfect. your breasts were round, your small little nipples hardening at the cool air. he watched them rise and tense up. they were so cute.

he dipped his head down, closing his eyes as he placed a soft kiss your breast. he leaned lower down, now catching your small nipple into his warm mouth. you gasped, looking down at him now, his mouth now wrapped around your small nipple.

his tongue circled around the small bud, suckling on it gently before moving onto the next one. he suckled on it, kissing, licking and lapping up at your breasts, he could feel your tension begin to melt. he knew he had to catch the opportunity. his hand slid down, parting your legs wider, his hips now leaning forward all the way, allowing his crotch to now press against yours.

he looked up at you through his lashes, watching you carefully. your head was tilted back, your eyes closed as you panted softly, slowly getting lost in the world of pleasure. his hips moved slowly but steadily, grinding against your hot centre. your legs involuntarily widened a little more.

he held back a smirk, you were liking it. he spent a couple more minutes, grinding against you, the zipper of his jeans occasionally pressing against your clothed center, making you hold back a moan, you were shy. yet, he knew he wanted to make you feel good already.

you were already lost in the pleasure of his suckling, that you didn’t even feel when he slipped your shorts off, leaving you in just your baby blue panties. he leaned back, now pulling his shirt off, laying it down gently just a couple inches away. he looked down at you, your smaller body was nearly all the way unclothed. he could see the damp spot on your panties.

he felt himself grow rock hard, yet he knew he had to hold back.

he then leaned down , his arms now caging your head in as he looked into your eyes, his nose now barely touching yours. “i’m gonna touch you, okay?” he whispered softly, wanting you to feel safe. you nodded softly, feeling your heart begin to race. he nodded back gently, looking into your eyes. he began to feel something strange within him.

he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “you’ll like it,” he whispered before kissing his way down. he kissed your neck, your chest, your breasts and your torso before reaching between your thighs. he lowered himself, now laying between your legs, his hands moving to prop your legs up, giving him more space inside of them.

he leaned forward, his thumb dragging down your thigh to your center, pressing his thumb gently against your clothed clit. your entire body nearly jolted. he smiled, letting out a soft chuckle, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit.

he watched your hands find the blanket, your fingers gently digging into the material. “i know,” he whispered, watching you take in the new pleasurable feeling. it was unreal. he watched you from below, his eyes watching you take everything in, it was almost rewarding.

the next part, happened quick. he couldn’t remember how exactly he got to sucking on your clit, it was probably the eagerness of it all. his face was now buried between your thighs, your panties now on the ground, his hands holding onto your hips as his tongue slowly lapped at your clit.

you gasped, your hand flying to his dreads. his tongue smoothed over your small sensitive clit, circling it over as he felt you jolt. the sparks were flying through you, a warm feeling spreading all throughout your abdomen.

he looked up, feeling your fingers tangle in his hair. he could taste your sweet nectar on his tongue, it was just as sweet as you were. you were always a kind girl, shy, gentle and sweet. you always gave to others, you were the type of girl to give her last dollar to someone in need. you were the type of girl to share your meal with someone in need. you were the sweetest girl there was. which is why he needed to be gentle.

he wiped licked the rest of your juices off his lips after pulling back, kissing back up your body before pulling off the rest of his clothing. he looked down at you, now panting himself as he looked down at you.

you were completely undressed, your perky nipples standing tall, your legs parted slightly, your tiny pussy glistening with his saliva. your skin was soft and smooth, being highlighted underneath the warm light of your bedside lamp. your doe eyes looked up at him, his own gaze locking in with yours, and for a moment, he felt a surge of protection over you. to keep you safe, to keep you safe away from other men.

he knew how men were, he was a man himself. he knew men took advantage of girls like you, it almost made him cringe knowing he’s done it himself with other girls before. using them for their bodies for a moment just to toss them away a week later. yet, he knew he couldn’t let that happen. he couldn’t let another man ruin you. which is why he had to do this, he knew he was the only one who could truly appreciate you.

his body dipped down, his hands wrapping around your waist gently, dragging you higher up on the bed. the back of your head gently pressed against your pillow, the sweet aroma of the detergent filling your nose. tom climbed on top of you gently, nudging himself to settle between your legs, settling his forearm over your head as his nose grazed against yours as he stared into your eyes.

you both looked at each other for a moment, just staring into each others eyes. he breathed just as softly as you did, his left hand now reaching to gently stroke your cheek. you blinked softly, staring into his brown orbs.

“i’ll be gentle, okay?” he whispered.

you blinked softly, feeling his breath fan against your mouth, nodding gently. “okay..”

his hand reached down, spreading your legs wider, pressing your knees down. “don’t raise them, okay? i’ll make it hurt more,” he advised gently as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

his hand rose to his mouth, gathering some of his spit before spreading it across his member. he looked down at you, his left arm sliding underneath your back to hold you, his right forearm resting right beside your head, caging you in beneath him in a protective position.

you could feel the heat of his body radiating off of you as you felt his tip nudge at your tiny slit. your breath hitched in your throat, as you felt him push forward. you gasped quietly, feeling a shoot of pain run up as he tried to push in.

he pulled back for a second, dipping his head into your neck, kissing it in an attempt to distract you from the pain as he nudged forward again, “i know,” he whisperer into your ear, his left arm now holding you tighter. his hips nudged forward and back, the tip of his cock teasing your small hole, applying pressure before pulling back, trying to ease it open.

then, he found the courage and pushed in with higher pressure, and finally, you felt it. you gasped, your hands flying to his back as your nails dug into him once you felt his tip slide into you.

“i know, im sorry,” he winced softly at the sound of your pained gasp. he knew it hurt, but he also knew that the worst part was over.

he sat still for a minute, allowing you to adjust just to the tip, he knew your body needed it. you panted softly, recovering from the sharp pain that slowly seemed to fade away. you felt tom press kisses along your neck, jaw and shoulder, his lips grazing your ear as he kissed along that skin as well. his lips seemed to have done justice as you didn’t feel an inch of pain as he slowly slid in deeper.

his hips finally met yours, settling all the way inside of you with a sigh. you were tight, very tight. it was hard for him to keep still. it was all becoming too much for tom. your soft skin, your tiny gasps, your nails digging into his back, your warm insides, everything was getting to him. he held onto you tighter now, holding himself back from just pounding into you, but he knew he couldn’t. he had to be gentle. he had to be.

so gently, he pulled back two inches before pushing back in, his eyes analyzed your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. you hummed softly, your eyes screwed shut as you felt something strange begin to flow throughout your body.

tom slid in and out slowly, biting his own lip as he watched your brows begin to furrow. he took it as a sign, pulling back further and pushing in deeper. it didn’t take long for his slow short strokes to turn into longer, deeper ones.

you both grew breathless, your hands grasping at his back, panting loudly as his hips rolled into yours. your moans began to flow throughout the room, your small bed creaking softly underneath you two. his strokes weren’t wasn’t fast, they were deep and calculated, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he tilted his hips upward, hitting a soft spot inside of you.

he heard you gasp, your thighs tightening around his hips. you liked that. he kept his hips at the same angle, tapping that same spot that made you gasp over and over again. his head dipped down, his mouth nibbling on your lobe as he hit it over and over again, “feels good?” he panted lowly into your ear.

“mhm..” you whined softly, your eyes screwed shut, your right hand flying back to hold onto your pillow. your head was spinning, his perfect cock was hitting all of the right places, places you didn’t even know existed.

“oh my god,” he panted quietly to himself, absorbing every single reaction of yours. your swollen lips, your flushed cheeks, your parted lips and your walls that squeezed tighter around him. it made him want to cum already. he felt his balls begin to tighten, ready to explode soon but he couldn’t. not when you were enjoying it this much. he couldn’t help but feel a surge of possession course through him.

it was him. him to take your virginity. your purity was now his. it was his to claim and protect. it was his to cherish. it was his.

he planted kisses all along your jaw, inhaling deeply your scent, his cock working deeper into your pussy. he wanted you to know it. he wanted you to know that your virginity was his. a part of you was his to claim, and that you never forget it.

you groaned, feeling a stir begin to form in your lower abdomen. you whined, your hands gripping onto his shoulder blades, your breaths becoming shorter and your head pushing deeper into the pillow.

he knew it was getting closer.

“you getting close?” he whispered, keeping the exact same pace, not faltering for a single second. you nodded rapidly, your lips parting to let out a choked moan.

he took it as his cue, his middle and ring finger reaching down to rub on your tiny little clit. you gasped, squeezing his shoulder blades tighter. and with that, you let out a choked noise, a small yelp escaping your mouth as you hit your orgasm.

he felt the warm sensation of you cumming around him, and that was enough to push him over the edge. he groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder, shuddering as he came into the condom, groans slipping out of his mouth.

you both stayed still for a moment, catching your breaths, your bodies sticky and hot with sweat, his chest still pressing down on yours. after a minute, he pulled back, slowly sliding out of you with a tiny pop. you let out a soft sigh once he was fully out, his fingers sliding off the condom to throw it into your small trash can.

he looked over at you, still hovering over your body. you were sweaty, pink, dazed and slightly disheveled… but you looked beautiful. he smiled softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

he laid down right beside you, catching his own breath. you both laid there, not saying a word, both facing the ceiling. he looked over at you, staying silent. he didn’t say anything for a moment, he just observed you.

he looked at you, truly looked at you. you were beautiful. he always knew it, just never said it.

he moved closer, slowly shifting to his side to prop his head up against the palm of hand as his other hand came up to gently stroke your cheek. your eyes fluttered open, turning to look him.

tom smiled gently, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. “did you like it?” he whispered.

you smiled softly, nodding. “a lot,” you whispered. he smiled back softly, feeling satisfied.

you bit your lip gently, looking up at him. “why did you say yes?”

he stilled for a second. “what?”

you nodded softly, feeling his fingers stop caressing your cheek. “you could’ve said no.. so.. why did you say yes to… this?”

he stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of a way of how to say what his mind had been screaming at him the entire time.

finally, he grew the courage.

“because i didn’t want anyone else to,” he whispered softly, his finger now dragging along the bridge of your nose softly. “because i couldn’t bare the thought of someone else touching you.”

you were silent for a moment before smiling gently. “jealous much?”

he rolled his eyes, letting out a soft laugh. “shut up,” he shook his gently.

a/n: this was not proof read incase there are any mistakes lol sorry !! hope you guys like it tho :)

ilovedeftones333

°❀.ೃ࿔* tom starting to date you would go like this:

◞ Tom had been known to have flings with multiple different women, but that soon quickly dropped the moment he laid eyes on you.

◞ my lord, was he completely whipped when you started talking to him

◞ Bill immediately noticed and nudged Tom's side, smirking as he saw his usually cocky brother actually blush when you complimented his dreads.

◞ you took no notice of Bill's subtle teasing and continued chatting away as you mindlessly twiddled one of Tom's dreads in your hand.

◞ Tom took notice of only you, not even noticing the loud smooching noises the rest of the band were making behind him

◞ eventually, he somehow managed to get your number and tried acting cool and nonchalant about this. but as soon as he got home, he excitedly told Bill, Georg and Gustav, smiling like a smitten fool (he was).

◞ he was nervous about calling you, but it was too late to chicken out when he pressed your contact and clicked call.

◞ you answered almost immediately and chirped a friendly "hey Tommy!"

◞ yeah, Tom basically went into a daze when he heard your voice and that nickname you already gave him. it was only when you said, "you there?" did he snap out of his little world of you

◞ he answered with a "oh, uh- yea-yeah i'm here." his voice awkwardly cracking at the end. he cringed internally, his face flushing pink with embarrassment

◞ it was only when you giggled did his nerves mostly go away

◞ soon, you two were engaged in a smooth conversation and thankfully for Tom, no more voice cracks

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

◞ after a while of you two taking and meeting up as friends, Tom finally asked you out, when you two took a trip to the park, confessing his feeling to you. you were driving him insane, he just had to make a move before someone else did.

◞ at first, you were a little confused ─you thought Tom was being friendly, that the flowers he bought you once every week were just a kind gesture and that his lingering touches were just a way of expressing friendly affection to friends.

◞ well, they weren't. you didn't know that Tom would talk his head off about how you were the most amazing, beautiful brilliant girl he had ever met to his bandmates. you didn't notice how his gaze would linger on you way longer than necessary.

◞ buuut, it all clicked after Tom gave you a little time to think, nervous at what you'd say. rejection would hurt like a bitch.

◞ when you finally processed what he said, you flung your arms around his neck and said a very enthusiastic, "yes!!"

◞ Tom, could hardly believe his ears. the girl of his dreams basically said yes to being his girlfriend. grinning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you 'round

◞ after dropping you off at your house, he rushed over to his own house and explained everything that happened to the others who were equally as happy. "sie hat ja gesagt, leute! lch bin so glücklich, ich könnte echt umkippen!" ("she said yes, guys! i'm so happy i could pass out!")

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

◞ now you two were together for a few months now, and during that period, Tom made sure to mention you in basically every interview. he wasn't shy about it at all, telling everyone you were the bestest person on earth. Bill pretended to be offended, but a smile played on his face, happy for his twin brother

◞ he did not give two flying fucks about what his jealous fans had to say or think because he gave two flying fucks for you.

◞ it could be anything, but as long as it was sweet and loving, he uses nicknames like, shatzi/shatz, liebling or prinzessin

◞ Tom spirits were high most of the time because of you, especially if you were around.

◞ he also wanted to have physical contact all the time too, whether it was just hands holding, or your legs brushing against his, he needed it. it was even better if you were on his lap

◞ he always treated you like a gentleman and he knew what you needed without you saying a word

◞ and you were aways there for him when he needed you, if it was a bad day or if something went wrong at a concert

◞ boy, he loved you so much it hurt.

◞ when he went on tour, he'd miss you so bad and would call you every damn chance he had

◞ and when you were together, nothing separated you guys. Tom insists on you sleeping over at his house, falling asleep your limbs tangled together

NSFW (i was so excited to write this part)

◞ you knew that Tom was such a hornball, but what he didn't know was that you were too

◞ he discovered that when multiple times, he heard you touching yourself, shamelessly moaning his name out.

◞ you felt guilty for touching yourself like this, thinking about Tom, but he didn't mind (not that you knew he knew) at all. he was in fact delighted by it and boy, did it turn him on that he was making you feel this

◞ remembering how you sounded as you came and as you pleasured yourself, he jerked off, picturing himself making you feel good

◞ he cummed hard and fast and soon, he was jacking off to you too.

◞ eventually, you two ended up fucking, going at it like bunnies.

◞ it was so easy to get riled up. when you felt more affectionate than usual, you'd pepper kisses on his face and neck, occasionally nipping at the skin there.

◞ Tom would groan in pleasure, his hands possessively sliding up and down your sides before resting on your hips or thighs.

◞ then of course, you two would start to kiss feverishly. you'd try to take control but end up with Tom dominating

◞ he love, love, LOVES to fuck you, make love to you whatever it is. you were too addicting and he needed more as it felt never ever enough.

◞ he'd fuck you in missionary, then face down ass up. Tom would greedily move in and out of you, entranced by the way your ass would jiggle with every movement. he enjoyed the way you sounded, the little whines and moans coming out of your mouth.

◞ "you sound so pretty like this, engel," he'd say while brutally pounding into your sopping pussy. "always so fucking good for me and taking everything, hmm?"

◞ your nails would dig into his muscular back, the sting a little painful, but also pleasurable.

◞ yes, Tom was very good at this, due to the amount of experience he had. but that was fine, since he always made sure that you were his and he was yours. that resulted in you having an orgasm fast, crashing down on you like a tsunami

◞ Tom tries to make you finish first before he follows soon after. or if possible, to make you two come at the same time, your fluids mixing with each other and making a mess

◞ it was also very easy to have multiple rounds in a day. with your tight pussy, Tom's big dick, praise and filthy words, you both probably could have a world record.

◞ after finishing around the fourth round of an average, he'd clean you both up and dress you in your clothes as you'd be to tired and spent to move.

◞ the others often complain that you two were loud and very obvious, a traumatized Gustav walking out once after witnessing the dirty acts you and Tom were making

◞ Tom would just wink at you and you'd smile innocently back

◞ yeah, you two were going for more rounds tonight

that pretty sums it up, Tom loved you and you loved him. you always made his day and he made yours. thank God he laid eyes on you and asked for your number.

Author's note: thank you for reading this! i'm so sorry that it was awful, it's my first time writing this kinda thing. but anywaysss, thank you againn!

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.ೃ É tão prazeroso quando do nada da um clique na cabeça e você simplismente decide manifestar.

É inexplicável a sensação de ficar vendo fotos no pinterest, ouvindo subliminals e imaginando a vida com a manifestação concretizada...

É tão bom se olhar no espelho e ver que você está como desejou – e como sempre foi: perfeita.

Traz uma paz dormir sabendo que você já tem aquilo que quer.

Eu sou grata por ter essa vida maravilhosa!

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O tumblr desperta o meu lado mais esquisito sla

Num dia to reblogando os moodboards com frases da lana del rey

Quando eu vejo eu já to querendo fazer um site no neocites, seguindo as tags de weirdcore e liminal spaces, baixando vários png de peixes no Pinterest, me aventurando no Gimp, lendo as crônicas vampirescas da Anne Rice, colecionando os buttons e graphics de Radiohead e frutiger aero e gastando um tempão no canvas pra fz minhas divisões de rendinha ....

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“Good morning to your breasts. Your bra is tired. Replace it with my hands.”

tomkaulitzssgirl

Hey girll!! Hope you doing well!! I was wondering could I ask for a Tom x reader 2008/9 where they’re IN a relationship? I really wanna see what you’ll do with this🥰😭 YOU can choose the rest, if shes part of the band or a childhood friend or an artist herself IDKK😭 THANKS for considering!!! LOVE YOUR WRITINGS

TOM KAULITZ AS A BOYFRIEND

it was one of those after parties — loud, crowded, smoky — buzzing with energy and music that never quite let you catch your breath. you had been dragged there by a friend, mostly to get out of the house, maybe meet new people. you didn’t expect much.

tom kaulitz was there too. he wasn’t the headline of the night yet, but the way he moved through the room, with that calm, almost effortless confidence, made it impossible not to notice him.

he caught your eye across the room, just for a second — a quick glance, like he was checking you out without being obvious about it. then he smiled. not a cheesy smile, but one that made your stomach flip.

you rolled your eyes, pretending not to care, but the moment stayed with you.

later, you found yourself near the bar, trying to order a drink while the noise around you roared. tom was there too, leaning casually against the counter, watching you with a faint grin.

“you look like you don’t belong here.” he said, voice low and smooth.

you raised an eyebrow. “and you do?”

“i’m the guy everyone’s pretending to ignore.” he joked, flashing a crooked smile.

you laughed, the tension breaking a little. “good to know.”

he held out his hand. “i’m tom.”

“y/n.” you said, shaking it.

he pulled you away from the bar toward a quieter corner, where you could actually hear yourselves think.

“so,” he said, “what brings you to this circus?”

“my friend,” you shrugged, “she’s a little more social than me.”

he nodded, eyes flicking around the room. “i get that. i prefer the back rooms and quiet spots.”

you noticed how easy it was to talk to him, how his smile softened when he looked at you.

“you’re not like the others here.” you said, meaning it.

“and you’re not like anyone i’ve met tonight.” he said, stepping a little closer.

you felt your heart speed up. he leaned down, voice dropping. “can i take you somewhere quieter? away from the noise?”

you hesitated — but something about him made you say yes.

he led you outside, where the music was a dull thrum and the air smelled like fresh night and city streets.

you talked for hours — about music, dreams, the weirdness of sudden attention. he listened like you were the only person that mattered.

before he left, tom tucked a small note into your hand. “call me.” it said. underneath, a number.

you smiled, suddenly hoping you would.

⸻

that night was the start.

tom kept texting, calling, showing up in unexpected places.

he was patient, confident, never too pushy.

he wooed you with quiet moments — late night walks, small jokes only you got, that crooked smile whenever you made him laugh.

you didn’t know it then, but he was already falling.

and so were you.

——

it started slowly, like most things with tom.

he never rushed, never forced. he played it cool — let the nights stretch long, let the teasing blur into something softer, let his hand stay in yours a little longer each time.

but you had noticed a change in him.

he called more. showed up just to “hang,” even when he had nothing to say. he’d drive across the city just to sit next to you on a couch and play half a movie before talking through the rest. he wasn’t trying anymore — he was just there.

and you’d started falling, hard.

one night, after a quiet dinner at your place — takeout, nothing special — he stayed behind while your friends left early. you were both stretched out on your bed, side by side, staring at the ceiling in that kind of silence that only felt heavy when something was almost said.

he kept fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. his fingers brushed yours every few seconds, like he was thinking too much.

“you good?” you asked, glancing over.

“yeah.” he said. then paused. “no.”

you raised an eyebrow.

he turned his head toward you. “i’ve been thinking.”

“dangerous.” you teased.

he smirked — but didn’t laugh like usual. “what if i don’t want to think anymore? what if i just… say it.”

“say what?”

“that i like you,” he said, suddenly quiet, “that i don’t want to keep acting like this is just… casual. because it’s not. at least not for me.”

your heart skipped. “tom…”

“i know i’m not exactly the ‘boyfriend’ type,” he added, eyes flicking away, “but i want to be. for you.”

the room went still.

he kept going, voice softer now. “i don’t wanna keep wondering if someone else’s gonna get to call you theirs. i don’t wanna keep pretending i’m okay just being the guy you hang out with at night. i want to be the guy you wake up thinking about.”

you looked at him, and he looked scared, just a little.

like he wasn’t sure what you’d say.

you reached for his hand.

“okay.” you whispered.

he blinked. “okay?”

you smiled. “okay… you can be my boyfriend.”

his smile broke slowly, like he didn’t quite believe it at first — like he had waited weeks to hear you say that one word.

“good.” he said, voice low.

then he leaned in, pressed his lips to yours — not rushed, not like every other kiss he’d given you before.

this one was careful. like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. like you were his now, and he didn’t have to pretend anymore.

he wasn’t the typical boyfriend.

tom didn’t do overly grand romantic gestures. not really. but he showed up in his own way — cool, lowkey, but always present.

he’d take you on night drives when things got too loud. no destination. just music turned up, windows cracked, his hand resting lazily on your thigh while he lit a cigarette and smirked at you like you were the best thing he ever saw.

he hated fancy dinners. dates were usually late-night corner store runs, movie marathons on the floor with takeout containers, or stopping at a random food truck after a show. it wasn’t about what you did — it was just about being with you.

and when you’d roll your eyes and say, “this isn’t a real date,” he’d lean in, cocky grin tugging at his lip ring, and say, “you’re here, i’m here — looks pretty real to me.”

he fought with you sometimes.

never yelling. never cruel. but tom had pride, and so did you.

sometimes, he pulled away when things got too intense. he’d go quiet, stubborn, leave for a walk without saying much. it hurt. but it was never forever.

he always came back.

with tired eyes and a quiet apology. or a forehead kiss. or a new hoodie in his hands like a peace offering.

he didn’t say sorry easily — but when he did, he meant it. and when he didn’t, he showed it.

one time, after a fight about him missing your call for hours, he showed up at your door at 2am, half-asleep, holding your favorite snack and a small note folded in his hand.

“i’m not good at this, but i’m better with you. don’t go.”

he showed love in the smallest ways.

he never really said “i love you” until much later. but he did things like: remembering how you took your tea without asking, pulling you in by the belt loop and resting his head in the crook of your neck after long days, letting you paint his nails just because it made you smile, stealing your chapstick just so he had an excuse to kiss you after, wearing your scrunchie around his wrist during interviews and pretending it was no big deal.

the first time he said “i love you”, he didn’t plan it. of course he didn’t. that wasn’t his style.

you were in his hotel room, legs tangled in white sheets, some dumb tv show playing in the background. he was playing with the ends of your hair, distracted, half-listening as you talked about something that happened earlier — laughing about it, casual.

and then, suddenly, he went quiet.

you glanced over. “what?”

he blinked like he hadn’t realized he’d been staring. then he shrugged. “nothing.”

but something had shifted. his hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin so softly it gave you goosebumps. his eyes held yours for just a second too long.

then, out of nowhere, he whispered it.

“i love you.”

and it hung there. just like that. raw. no teasing. no grin.

you didn’t speak right away. you didn’t even breathe.

he looked scared. genuinely scared.

“you don’t have to say it back,” he mumbled, eyes dropping, “i just… i needed you to know.”

you reached for his face with both hands, pulled him in close, forehead to forehead.

“i love you too, tom.”

he exhaled— like the air had been stuck in his lungs for weeks. “fuck, you scared me.” he laughed and then he kissed you after that — soft, slow, hands shaking just a little.

the first time you cried in front of him was so bad. you weren’t the type to cry easily. you kept your walls up — tom loved to poke at them, but he never really broke them. until that one night.

something had happened back home. a call. bad news. your voice cracked when you tried to explain, and then it all just came out — messy and quiet and heavy.

tom had never seen you like that.

at first, he froze. he didn’t say anything. just stared at you with wide, helpless eyes. then, like instinct, he sat beside you and pulled you into his arms without a word.

he felt like he was powerless, genuinely so upset. he hates seeing you like that, you were his world and you were hurting, so he was hurting with you.

he didn’t try to fix it. didn’t tell you to stop. he just let you fall apart against his chest, his hand sliding up and down your back, lips pressed to your temple.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, “you don’t have to be okay right now.”

he held you until you couldn’t cry anymore. then he tucked you into bed, played with your fingers until you fell asleep, and stayed up just to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.

he also still teased you. still annoyed you on purpose. still stole the covers and acted like he was god’s gift to music. but the way he loved you deepened.

he’d watch you when you weren’t looking. his eyes soft. almost reverent.

he’d randomly blurt things like “you’re my favorite person” while brushing his teeth or tying his shoes. like it slipped out, but it was always true.

he’d send you photos from the tour — not the cool, filtered ones. just blurry shots of things that reminded him of you. a neon sign. a weird cat. a half-eaten sandwich.

“this looks like u idk why.”

he became your safe place, without ever saying it out loud.

he’d make you playlists but never send them — you’d just hear them playing when you got in the car, the songs saying everything he wouldn’t.

when he was away, he missed you more than he let on. he acted chill on the phone. playful. cocky.

“don’t miss me too much.” he’d tease.

but you’d hear the tired in his voice. the long pauses before hanging up. the way he always asked what you were doing right now, like he needed to picture it.

sometimes you’d wake up to a voicemail from him — slurred, sleepy, full of background noise and murmured “wish you were here, babe.”

and when he came back, he always had something for you. not big things — just little, specific pieces of the world he’d passed through. a guitar pick. a bracelet from a street vendor. a lighter from a gas station.

“reminded me of you.”

he didn’t let the world touch what you had, he was flirty in public, sure. charming. untouchable. but with you, behind closed doors, he softened.

he laid his head in your lap when he was tired. kissed your shoulder without a word. told you things he never said out loud — about how much pressure he felt, how scared he was of losing himself in all of it.

he’d fall asleep wrapped around you like you were the only thing anchoring him to earth. and when he stirred, half-awake, he’d mumble things like “you’re still here, right?”

you always were.

he wasn’t perfect. but he was yours and once he let you in, really let you in — he never stopped choosing you.

not once.

one time, you were feeling sick and stuck at home. tom showed up with your favorite snacks and a ridiculous horror movie he said was “so bad it’s good.” he didn’t say much, just plopped down on the couch next to you, draped his jacket over your legs, and let you lean against him. he pretended to be bored, but when you finally dozed off, he stayed awake, watching over you like a silent guardian.

he never rushed you, always patient when you needed space. but if he saw you talking to another guy — even just a friend — his jaw would tighten for a second. he’d act chill about it later, joking around, but you knew he noticed everything. he was protective, in the quietest way possible.

on lazy sunday mornings, tom liked to make breakfast, terrible pancakes that looked more like blobs, but he laughed every time you ate them like a champ. he let you take the last piece, even if he was starving, and pulled you close after, wrapping you in his arms as you both made plans no one else knew about.

he also loved doing everything with you. like when he got his new car. the first day he picked you up in it, he grinned that cocky grin you loved, slipping into the driver’s seat like it was made for him — and it kind of was.

“buckle up.” he said, voice low and teasing, as he tossed you the keys before you even got in.

“i’m takin’ you on a ride you’ll never forget.”

he blasted music — probably some rock or hip-hop — windows down, wind whipping through his messy hair as he pulled you close on the passenger seat.

he’d take you everywhere:

to the coast, where you’d both lean out the windows, the sea spray mixing with your laughter;

to late-night diners, greasy fries and milkshakes shared between his fingers;

to quiet spots only he knew, where you could watch the stars and feel like you had the whole world just to yourselves.

tom loved the feeling of you beside him — like it made every drive, every moment, better. he’d steal glances at you from the rearview mirror, fingers twitching to reach over and squeeze your hand.

sometimes, when you were driving, he’d joke, “don’t wreck my baby.” but you could see how proud he was whenever you took the wheel.

and when it was just the two of you, the car was more than a machine. it was a little bubble of your own — filled with quiet talks, stolen kisses, and that reckless kind of freedom only the two of you shared.

for your anniversary, he pretended he forgot at first. like… you brought it up casually and he went:

“wait… today?” with that smug little eyebrow raise and a fake confused look on his face.

you rolled your eyes like, “you’re so annoying.”

but meanwhile? he had everything planned for weeks. but since he wasn’t into cheesy romantic gestures — there were no rose petals and champagne at a restaurant.

he took you somewhere that means something — the place where you first hung out after that party.

he wanted it to feel like yours. he gave you a gift that looked super simple on the outside — a hoodie. his hoodie.

but the meaning behind it? devastating. it was the hoodie he wore the night he first kissed you, and now it had something stitched on the inside:

“still yours.”

plus, he gave you a guitar pick engraved with the date of your anniversary — the exact one he played with during tour when he missed you most.

he didn’t make a big speech. he just went quiet for a second and looked at you in that way he only ever does when it was real. then he muttered: “don’t know how the fuck i got lucky with you, but i’m not letting go.”

and you knew — that was his version of i love you more than anything.

tom would also definitely notice how close you and bill are — the easy laughs, the way you finish each other’s sentences, the little inside jokes only you two share. at first, he might feel a flicker of jealousy — nothing dramatic, but that quiet kind that sneaks up when he’s not looking.

he’d tease you about it, half-joking, “so, bill’s your favorite, huh? gotta say, i’m a little offended.” but the way he said it? with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

because tom loved that — bill was family. and if tom was important to you, that means bill had to be important too.

the bond he shared with bill was unmatched. so having you and bill be close? that was a win in his book. it made him feel like you belong even more in his world.

but he also would want to be included, not left out. so sometimes, he’d invite himself into your conversations or plans with bill, making sure you know he’s there, but without trying to take over.

infact, he’d occasionally joke about being the “third wheel” when you hung out with bill, but it was all in good fun. secretly, he loved seeing you laugh with his brother, hearing those inside jokes, watching how natural it is.

and when bill teased him about you two? tom would just shake his head, smirk while saying: “yeah, yeah. whatever. just don’t forget who she’s with.”

but you knew there was no real jealousy — only pride.

and when it counted, tom would be the one standing up for you both, protective and proud, knowing that the bond you share with bill isn’t a threat — it’s just another piece of the puzzle that makes your world whole.

your first time together was perfect. it didn’t start out like the moment.

no candlelight. no dramatic lead-up.

you were just lying on his bed, half under the covers, wearing his shirt, your legs tangled up with his. music low in the background — glory box from portishead playing.

he had his hand under your shirt, just resting there on your waist. not trying anything. just holding you.

you were talking about something dumb — a show you’d watched, someone you saw earlier that day — and then the room went still.

you looked up and caught him staring. his thumb gently tracing your skin, his mouth slightly parted like he wanted to say something but didn’t want to ruin the quiet.

“what?” you whispered.

he didn’t answer right away. just looked at you for a long time, like he was really seeing you.

“nothing,” he said, voice rough, “you’re just… fuck.”

your heart flipped.

he leaned in slowly — kissed you like he had all the time in the world. like he already knew what you tasted like but wanted to relearn it anyway. he moved carefully, hand sliding up to your jaw, tilting your head just the way he liked it.

you pulled him closer.

and that was it.

it shifted. slowly. naturally. like your bodies had already been waiting for this and now they were just catching up.

he didn’t rush. didn’t tear your clothes off like he had something to prove.

he undressed you like he meant to — like it mattered.

his fingers brushed your thighs like they were delicate, like they weren’t the same ones wrapped around his waist two minutes later.

he kissed your chest, your stomach, the inside of your wrist — all before he even touched you properly.

he whispered your name when he finally moved against you — like he needed to remind himself this was real.

you felt it in your chest. in your spine. in your whole damn soul.

“you okay?” he asked, halfway through — voice barely there, lips brushing your ear.

you nodded, breath shaky.

but he waited. looked you in the eye. “tell me.”

“yes,” you whispered, “yes, i want you.”

he kissed you then. deeper. slower. hand on your cheek like he was holding you in place, like this was the most fragile moment he’d ever been in.

when he finally moved closer to you, it’s slow, careful, never rushed. you feel the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against yours. he paused for a moment, eyes searching yours, making sure you’re with him — fully, completely.

then, the first part of him entered you, a slow, tentative stretch. it’s intimate, grounding, a perfect mix of tension and release. you bit your lip, breath shaky but steady, hands clutching his shoulders as he moves with such gentle precision.

he pulled back just a little, looking at you — eyes dark, filled with something fierce and tender all at once.

“you good?” he murmured.

you whispered yes, and he began again, this time with a slow, sure rhythm, every movement measured and full of care. his hips pressed close, warmth spreading between you both, slow and steady.

there was no hurry. just the sound of your breaths mingling, the soft creak of sheets, the way his fingers lace through yours.

his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, as he leaned down to claim your mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. his lips were demanding, teeth grazing yours, tongues tangling as you both lose yourself in the rush.

soft moans escaped you both, breath mingling, the air thick with heat and want. every touch, every move sends shivers racing down your spine. your hands clutched at his shoulders, pulling him deeper, desperate to feel more.

he moved faster then, his hips rolling with a powerful grace, and you arched into him, lost in the swell of pleasure building between you.

his name fell from your lips over and over, and you heard the catch in his own breath — a ragged, raw sound that sent something wild through your chest.

then everything tightened — the world narrows to the two of you, moving together, gasping and crying out, riding the wave until you both collapsed into each other, hearts pounding, skin slick with sweat.

he held you close, forehead resting against yours, voice low and shaky as he murmured, “fuck… you’re mine.”

and you knew, without a doubt, you were his.