Lazy morning sex with JB PLEASE
*₊˚ 🫧 𖦹 silk chiffon !
pairing : julien baker x fem!reader
cw : fluffy morning sex (duh), so so cute and soft, kinda dom!julien, kinda sub!reader, r!receiving fingering, j!reciving thigh grinding, pet names, overall cuteness
a/n : this was the top request on my poll so here it is! next is softbutch!jules x highfemme!reader as requested <3
… she said i got her if i want
she's so soft like silk chiffon
you were woken up from your peaceful slumber with soft kisses pressed against the side of your neck. you couldn’t quite grasp what the feeling was yet in your hazy state, but you let out a sigh of content at the sweet sensation.
as you slowly came to your senses, you could feel the morning sun cast a sense of warmth across your body and you heard the sounds of birds chirping. calloused hands slide down your sides as the kisses continued. julien. you could smell the coconut shampoo from her scalp where it was placed in the crock of your neck.
you let out a quiet groan as you stretched the stiffness in your body away. you still felt sore from the previous night, no doubt she did too, but that didn’t stop her from coming back for more.
“morning, baby,” julien sighed softly into your jaw, nipping at it a bit. you quietly giggled at her, opening your eyes and looking down to meet her gaze.
“good morning, jules. how’d you sleep?” you asked her as you ran your fingers through her bed head.
“i always sleep good with you,” the short woman said and squeezed your hip. you gave her a soft smile and hooked your leg over her waist, pulling her closer to your hot skin.
she ran her hands over the back of your neck and the baby hairs that laid there, her other thumb caressed the supple skin of your cheek. “feels nice,” you sighed in content upon her ministrations.
“m’glad,” julien simply said, a bit of her southern accent slipping through. she continued to trace the hills and valleys of your face, touching every single detail with care. her other hand slowly crept back down your body again, grabbing at the supple of your belly.
you lean in to kiss the freckled skin of her shoulder. “you’re touchy this morning,” you giggled and pulled on arm around the back of her neck.
“well, can you blame me? i get to wake up to this every morning,” she replied with amusement and nudged your cheek with her forehead.
“i guess i can’t…” you trailed off and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. she kissed back intently, tattooed hand still roaming your abdominal. the kiss got less sweet with every moment, turning passionate in a flash, mostly due to julien’s insatiableness.
she pulled away from a second. “this okay, princess?” she asked and faintly gazed into your eyes.
“more than okay, jules.”
she took that as her sign to get to work. she kissed over the purple hickies on your neck from the previous night, admiring them quickly. her hand grasped at the plush on the outside of your thighs, molding it into her grasp. you whimpered at the feeling, pushing your body into her hand for more.
“so needy, baby,” she chuckled into your hot skin and moved to the inside of your thighs. the grip she had was soft and tickled a bit, but that just made you more desperate. of course she would initiate things, get you worked up, and then tease you.
“god, jay,” you murmured, words slurring, “c’mon… hurry up.” you pulled the locks of hair resting at the back of her head, hoping it would speed her up.
“whatever you want, baby,” she said, seeming to be in a bit of a haze. it wasn’t often that you got to be like this; just simply the two of you together. no fame, no tour, no fans. just you and her basking in the glow of love.
she obeyed your command and pushed your thighs apart, to which you immediately complied and spread them wide, making her smirk a bit. she laid in between your legs, still playing with the skin of your inner thighs, and grinds her body against yours. you let out quiet sighs at the action.
julien let out a small gasp when she feels how wet you are, running her fingers up and down your folds. she smears your slick all over her fingers and then pulls her hand away, sticking her fingers in her mouth. you groan at the sight.
“jules, please. you said you’d hurry,” you whine out, feeling your desperation increasing by the second. she nodded her head, reminding herself of her mission. she slowly inched one finger inside you, staying stagnant for a moment to get you use to the intrusion. when your hips started to rock into her hand, she knew you were ready.
she started to curl her finger deep inside you, finding the soft patch of nerves that made you go wild. you let out a little moan when she hit your g spot, arching your back into her body. she gazed down at you with admiration and so much love, like you were a goddess on earth.
“more, baby. please,” you begged, wanting her to add another finger. she immediately added her ring finger next to her middle, not even thinking about it. she swore she’d give you anything you asked for.
“that’s it, princess. you’re doing so good for me,” she whispered into your ear. you softly cried out as she sped up her fingers, but not going too fast. she wanted this to be soft and sweet. your bodies slowly moved together, completely feeling one another, like you were one in the same.
“so pretty,” she whispered as she looked down at your blissed out face. she had never seen a prettier sight.
“shut up—” she cut you off with a kiss. she won’t hear anything different, you were beautiful. she would never allow you to ever disagree, not when the sunlight cast a golden glow on your skin and you let her love on you.
while still kissing, you begin to shift you leg in between her own. she tried to take out her fingers, thinking you wanted her to stop, but you held her wrist in place. you position her thighs on either side of your left one, pushing your leg up and grinding into her.
she broke the kiss to let out a groan. her head fell to your chest and her breathing picked up, working her fingers into you even faster. she pulled her thumb up a bit and started to gently rub small circles on your clit, making you jump.
she ground down on your thigh and you brought your leg up to meet her movements, straining the muscle to get it to hit her clit perfectly. she let out little whimpers that were music to your ears.
she caged your head in with her bicep, the veins under her tattoos flexing with every thrust. she would never let you tell her, but she was utterly gorgeous like this. her dirty blonde hair was curtaining her face, her eyes scrunched in concentration and her cheeks a light hue of red. every inch of her was so perfect.
julien’s breath grew even heavier, opening her eyes to look down at you. you both looked like a complete mess, beads of sweat running down your bodies.
“mmh, jules, fuck,” you whined, “i love you. i love you so fucking much.”
“i love you more, baby,” she said and leaned down to kiss your neck. she couldn’t find the words to really describe how she felt in this moment, so she expressed it through her actions instead. she handled you so gently, like you were made of glass.
“close, jules,” you mumble into the crook of her neck.
“i know, i know. me too,” she groaned out and started to rub your clit faster. you reciprocated with bringing your thigh up to give her deeper thrusts, getting her as close as you could.
“hold my hand, babe,” you asked and she immediately interlocked her tattooed fingers with your own, giving you three squeezes.
all she could say at this point was, “i love you, i love you, i love you.” it replayed like a mantra in her head.
“i—” you cut yourself off as you came, back arching off the bed at a painful height. just a few seconds later, julien finished too.
the intensity in the room was at an all time high, with the wind blowing through the curtains and both of your whimpers sounding. you frantically ground against each other, reaching the high of your climax. your vision turned white and all you could think about was julien. you both could have sworn this was a dream.
as you both came to an end, julien falls down on your chest, soft breaths fanning across your breasts. your fingers curl in her hair, softly playing with the strands.
after a few moments, her head pops up. “i love you.” she kissed your lips softly, molding into you.
“i love you, jules.”
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