genuinely attached at the hip (dare i say enmeshment)
his love language is quality time or physical touch
he goes all out for birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
he loves doing all the corny couple things, the only issue is that he is terrible at all of those things
ice skating together which ended in him refracturing his rib. a pottery date in which, despite wearing an apron, you both ended up caked with clay. he has spent so much money at the fair trying to win you a stuffed animal
he's very clumsy
speaking of money, he likes to spend it on you (ik that bono money is good)
hair, nails, souvenirs, anything you want
and back to bono, you get along super well with his family. they saw him trailing you around like a lost puppy and just knew you are the one
you hang out with his siblings solo all the time. you stream jordan's music, watch eve and john's movies/shows
you fall asleep on facetime together while he's on tour
he has a hard time coming down from a show, so just hearing you breathe and seeing your face, even through a screen is amazing.
when you facetime normally, he holds the phone so close to his face like some grandpa just because he cant be bothered with holding his phone up
when you come with him on tour, it makes his year
hes very big on pda, he wants at least one part of his body touching yours at all times
an arm over you, holding hands, hand on your back, little kisses, etc.
he doesnt see a reason to hide his love for you
this goes for social media too, he loves posting you
he loves spooning, especially to fall asleep (see that one photo of him sleeping cuddling a pillow)
i dont think he has a preference with little or big spoon though
he steals YOUR clothes
a shirt of yours goes missing for three weeks then you see a video of him on stage just sweating it out
good luck getting it back (spoiler alert: you ARENT)
Ryan
half of your texts are just sending selfies back and forth to eachother
he also sends you songs that remind him of you (mainly love songs)
he has a tattoo dedicated to you or matching with you
he's a words of affirmation guy
you get handwritten letters and paragraphs from him all the time
he's also a foodie. whenever you travel, he's already mapped out the places where you are eating
loves a movie date too, but he always buys too many snacks and you both leave with tummyaches
you also spend at least an hour talking about the movie before writing your letterboxd reviews
you're the couple that friends trust to babysit/dogsit
he's such a good caregiver both for dogs and kids, but also to you.
when you're sick or on your period, he goes all out. ordering food, putting on your favorite movies, you aren't getting out of bed on his watch
he's fine with pda but it's not something he tends to initiate unless you ask for it
he does post you on his socials a lot, he just wants to brag about how perfect his partner is
he's also one of those people who get really hot when they sleep, so he tends to stay away from cuddling you to sleep.
that being said, he does love when you fall asleep on him (even if he'll move you once he starts to sweat)
back to the dogs, you two probably tried to foster some
you failed and fell in love with the first one you ever fostered
now you have a puppy running around your home, but ryan's just as energetic as that puppy so it evens out
there's a perfect mix of joking around and serious conversations between you two
Bobby
He's also a foodie. But, in the sense that he really likes cooking
his love language is acts of service
and he acts like a housewife- cooking and cleaning for you
this being said, he cannot have you in the kitchen at the same time as him nor can he bake to save his life
you're like his stylist. you do his hair (dying and braiding it), you've done his makeup (eyeliner for gigs- shoutout ella for putting that idea in my mind)
he really likes it when you play with his hair, especially if you've gotten your nails done
there's a lot of arcade dates
he's so competitive
if you're not a video games person, he makes you one. (he doesn't let you win)
there's a lot of play fighting and wrestling in your relationship too. you guys like making fun of eachother (lightheartedly ofc)
occasionally it goes too far and you guys need to re-establish boundaries
if you come with him on tour, he takes you to all the tourist attractions
lots of museums and sightseeing
he's great at impressions and making you laugh
when sick/on your period, he's always distracting you with some antics
he loves sleeping on you. its often that you wake up with your arm numb from him or having his hair in your face and him on your chest.
he's probably taller than you, so you steal his shirts for nightgowns.
there was a time when you got into an argument and he put your favorite snack on the top shelf so you had to ask him to get it for you.
you realized you underestimated his stubbornness
Josh
the sweetest ever
before he cut his hair, he tried to convince you to teach yourself to retwist his dreads (using youtube)
his love language is physical touch
it's not like eli with how he needs you touching him, but josh feels more comfortable with you
you make him feel more confident also, especially while preforming if you're watching him
a lot of record shop dates, going to gigs and on hikes
he is an alltrails demon, though if you haven't gone on a lot of hikes, he'll only choose easier ones for you.
when your feet hurt, he'll carry you (both on hikes and standard outings)
he loves taking his camera and taking photos of you instead of the views
he's got over a thousand photos of you, off guard, or posing
he's the dream instagram boyfriend
speaking of insta, he doesn't post you on it unless you insist
he wants your relationship to be as private as possible
but with that being said, he's okay with pda. never like anything too crazy, but he's almost always holding your hand
he tends to be a bit more of a homebody, he doesn't frequent pubs as much as the other guys
he hates when you get sappy, which is just all the more motivation for you to do it for birthdays and anniversaries
he also shies away from being sappy towards you. he loves you a lot but just can't put it into words
he gives you a lot of hugs though, they swallow you whole
there's been times when he comes home from tour and just flops ontop of you. no matter how long you want to stay, you have to tell him to move as he is a large muscular man who is heavy.
and he's probably bigger than you, so you steal his shirts all the time
he loves when you sleep on him or being the little spoon (have we seen all those photos of his waist being grabbed?)
a/n: short lil headcannons bc i was bored, i actually really liked making these!
requesting a elijah hewson x reader fic, pretty angsty but ending with fluff, like hurt/comfort type please!
an idea for the plot is maybe eli isn't really the best at communicating his feelings and it leads to some issues between them, but it all gets resolved (but u can also take creative liberties with this idea! tysm for all, fanfic writers r truely the backbone of tumblr!)
hi, anon! you ask and u shall receive! i'm sorry i took so long to create this, but here you go. i love this request, and ill try my best! i love writing fics for elijah so ill be happy to <3 angst with fluff at the end is what i live forrrr 🫰enjoy! (i also wrote this at twelve in the morning so let's put my brain to test)
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𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 - 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗃𝖺𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌𝗈𝗇
elijah hewson x reader
summary: based off of request above!
word count: 2,124
cw: mentions of heavy drinking, angst with fluffy ending ⋆˚࿔
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it was raining in ireland. it rained every day this week. you were wrapped up in elijah's warm hoodie, one that smelled like him. you looked out the window, leaning your head on the glass as you watched the rain pour down, the world as gloomy as you felt inside.
eli was never home anymore. the recording of the new album consumed almost all of his free time with you. he would call every day saying he was gonna stay late, and that it meant alot of he could put in one more rehearsal or one more song.
each time you complained, he just said all of the other lads girls don't have a problem with it. you would say okay and accept that he just wasn't coming home till late. you would wake up sometimes at midnight, only to see him slipping into the warm sheets next to you.
your heart immediately softened, knowing he was near.
it was getting dark. eli hadn't called at all today. no texts about staying late. no asking how your day at the office was. nothing.
your mind spiraled. why hadn’t he called? did he just...forget?
you ate dinner alone. you watched the new episode of both of your favorite show alone. his spot on the couch was empty. again.
at one, the door creaked open, and your head whipped around to face the door of your flat.
he slipped off his shoes and removed his jacket. eli ran a hand through his hair, almost stumbling over his feet, and he grabbed the coat rack for support.
you gasped in confusion. was he...drunk?
"eli?" you whispered softly.
his head darted up, his eyes squinting at you sitting on the couch. "love? is that you? why are you still awake?" he slurred his words, slowly walking towards your spot on the couch. your eyes dragged up his body, exhausted and sloppy.
"eli, are you drunk?" you asked, grabbing his wrists.
"no." he responded too quickly, reaching his hand up to run his thumb along your soft cheek.
you gently moved your face to the side, away from his hand. "we need to talk." you sighed.
his eyebrows furrowed. "about what?"
you glared at him, not being able to believe this.
"sit down." you pointed at the couch while standing up.
he sat down, and you crossed your arms over your chest.
"eli, do you understand how im feeling lately?" you blurted.
he froze, staying silent for a bit. "...how are you feeling?" he asked cautiously.
he was too drunk right now. it pissed you off.
"listen to me. im always alone now. you're never home, telling me you're in the studio- but now you reek of cigarettes and alcohol," you paused to take a deep breath so you wouldn't cry.
"what's happening to us?" you sighed, a tear rolling down your cheek.
"i was at the studio. we finished not too long ago. our producer suggested a pint, so i went." eli explained.
you gulped. "i miss you."
his expression softened. "me too, baby.." he slurred.
"God, eli." you shook your head, hugging his sweater tighter around your body.
"what? i don't know what you want me to say." he shrugged.
you froze. "are you serious?"
was he saying all this just so you wouldn't be mad at him again? was his heart even in this relationship?
his expression dropped. "come on baby, i didn't mean it like that."
"do you even want this? i wait at the door for you every night with a dinner plate just to get a call that you'll be staying overtime. well you can tell your producer that you have a life outside of music." you snapped.
eli's lips parted, surprised at your sudden reaction.
"all of the other lads girls don't seem to mind-" he started.
"do not say that, eli." you cut in.
"im not the 'other lads girls'. im yours. and i want this with you. im trying." you sniffled your tears.
it was silent for a long while, you just closing your eyes trying to compose yourself while he sat there on the couch without a care in the world.
"do i matter to you?" you asked suddenly.
he avoided your gaze. "you know you matter to me."
you scoffed. "wow, eli. i can't talk to you when your drunk." you stormed off, slamming the bathroom door behind you.
he sunk back against the couch, confused and surprised at your reaction. he didn’t think he did anything wrong.
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you got up early for work, yawning as you remembered you didn't get much sleep. not after what happened with eli.
you sighed, realizing he wasn't in bed next to you. after you got dressed, you popped an apple into your purse and grabbed your shoes.
when you looked up, eli was sleeping peacefully on the couch. you frowned, trying to find a way to forgive him. any way. nothing came to mind.
it hurt you, but that small voice inside you that offered hope reminded you that he was drunk, and there was still a way he could make it up to you.
you adjusted your purse on your shoulder, and headed out the door, leaving eli to himself.
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when you arrived home that night from work, you were already stressed about how many people asked you for an extension on a certain report. your head was pounding, and all you needed was to collapse in bed. when you opened the door to your flat, eli wasn't there. as normal.
no matter how usual it was not to see his face, you couldn't help but wait up for him almost every night. and work was your main source of stress, so staying up past midnight for him was a sacrifice.
you started to cook dinner, rolling up the sleeves of your fitted white button up. when you were chopping the tomatoes for the salad, you heard the sound of keys. you must have been hallucinating. eli walked through the door, his eyes never leaving yours as he hung up his coat and untied his shoelaces. you looked at him for the tiniest second before returning to your cutting board.
he walked over to you behind the counter, trying to ignore him despite how happy you internally were to see him home.
"how was work?" he asked, standing behind you.
he didn't advance to put his hands on your waist. it was like a glass wall was seperating the two of you, and you were back at square one when you first met him.
you didn't turn to look at him, just kept cutting the tomato in front of you.
"fine." you mumbled.
you grabbed another tomato, ready to cut into it when he grabbed your wrist forcefully. you finally forced your eyes to look up at him, confused.
"are we good?" eli whispered softly.
you stared at him blankly for a moment. were you good?
"i don't know, eli. it doesn't feel like we're good." you sighed, the tears ready to pour.
he gently reached for the hand that was resting on your hip, rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of the back of your hand. "then just talk to me."
you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "i tried to tell you-"
"im ready to listen." he responded softly.
he wasn't here to fight. he was here to understand.
"im angry at you, eli." you started, inhaling sharply.
he stared, just listening and letting you spill right in front of him.
"im really angry that you're never home. that I make you a plate 'just in case' you didn't already eat with the lads. im angry that you barely give me an explanation where you are every night,"
he sighed deeply, his hand not letting go of yours. a single tear ran down your cheek at the thought of the next words coming out.
"and im sad. im sad that I can never travel on tour with you because I'm always stuck at the office. im sad that we are in a relationship but we are never actually together," you sniffled.
his thumb just kept drawing circles on the back of your hand. he didn't want to wipe your tear just yet, knowing that you might pull away from the contact.
"and I try. I try to be there for you- to cancel things just to be at a gig. but when I come home every night, I want to open the door and see your face. its all I want." you sighed.
"and after all that, yes, I'm angry. yes, I'm sad. but with all that, the one that hurts the most is that I'm exhausted from being so far away from you. I love you, and when I told you I miss you I meant it."
you sniffled, and he took in all the words you just said.
"I am so sorry." he said, shaking his head.
"I knew you always weren't happy about our distance but I didn't think it impacted you that much." eli admitted.
"I love you too. and I will make time for this. for us. i promise."
"just, tell me something, will you?" you asked, rubbing your palm across your cheek to collect your falling tears.
he hummed in response, tilting his head to get a better look at you in the dim lighting of the kitchen.
"why do you not tell me where you are? like- I understand that you go out for drinks sometimes, but other than that I barely know how your day went. I just want you to open up to me."
he ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't think you were interested."
"of course I'm interested, eli." you shook your head in disbelief.
"yeah?" a hint of hope in his eyes.
"yeah." you reassured him and pulled him in for a tight hug.
"tell me what you've been working on. show me what you've been up to." you invited.
"you wanna hear a new one?" eli asked.
"mhm." you put your hands around his neck.
it was foreign territory for you two, being so seperated in the past months. but you both had a silent revelation, one that said a kiss was the solution.
you closed the distance, smiling into the kiss. you couldn't remember the last time he kissed you like this. so softly, so gently, only between the two of you.
he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, swinging you up to rest around his waist. you shrieked as he carried you down the hallway and into you and his' bedroom.
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you changed into your pajamas as he followed suit, and then you took out your tight bun.
he looked over at you while taking off one of his rings, and he smiled.
"you're so beautiful. i cant remember the last time I saw you with your hair out."
his words made your heart flutter.
"c'mere." you invited with a smile, patting his side of the bed.
he walked over to you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. then, he grabbed the guitar sat at his side of the bed.
he sunk back against the headboard, strumming the strings of the guitar as light as a feather.
your head was laying on his shoulder, listening to the soft melody he fiddled with.
"that sounds nice." you praised.
"yeah?" he chuckled, and the sound vibrated against your cheek.
"mhm. do you have any lyrics for it?" you asked cutely.
"not yet, baby. I like to work on the melody first. then I'll see what I can do." he put one arm around your head, stroking your hair as gently as he could.
you soon fell asleep in his arms, the soft sound of the guitar rocking you to sleep.
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when you woke in the morning, you didn't feel alone. you didn't feel the distance and the emptiness of the man you loved. why? because he was right there.
your head was laying on his chest as you felt him breathe beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm. he was so soft in the morning, and you cuddled closer to him.
and then the realization hit you. he wasn't at work. it was late morning now.
"eli? don't you have to go to the studio?" you asked, voice rough from sleep.
he yawned loudly, digging in the palm of his hand to rub his tired eyes.
"uh...not today." he sighed sleepily.
you smiled against his chest. you couldn't remember the last time he stayed home for you.
but it was gonna be different from now on. he promised.
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taglist (ask to be added/removed): @cloudyneptune and whoever the anon is! </3
hiiii guys i’m poppy i go by popfi sometimes i only just got on tumblr i love it here i’m thriving and trying to make an aesthetic blog. i’m a teenage girl and #1 inhalerry stan.
★ poppy ★
❀ interested in:
deer, ireland, music, philosophy, literature, poetry, biceps, folklore (not just the album), baby pink, theology, academia in general, fanfiction, history, language learning, baking, journaling, misandry, fangirling, paul mccartney, inhalerry, bands, memes and internet references, fandoms, regulus black kinnie, blueberry matcha.
✿ music:
inhaler! i love inhaler so much they’re my fav band forever and ever and ever. fan since 2023. my fav song is concrete! or jtkys
harry styles, fan since 2013, love this guy #babythatsmybrother. little freak enjoyer i’m the number one fan i dont play.
i do also enjoy lots of other music but it’s hard to put it all on here so my spotify is at the end of this post
𖦹 fandoms:
inhaler, harries, swifties (kinda), my chemical romance, directioners, 5sos, all individual one d members, fontaines, basically any band in this genre i’m a fan of, as for tv shows i love father ted if that counts but i don’t think there’s a fandom for that. can we make one? performative formula one fan. im in a lot of glam rock fandoms (hanoi rocks, mötley crüe, gnr) so lmk if you like that too bc there’s barely any of us out here that aren’t old men. my fav beatle is paul.
maybe some robert smut 👀👀👀 i saw on ur master list u have a little section, so maybe like u guys just started dating and it's ur first night together could be rly rly cute
This smut is a lot more detailed than my Eli one so I'm so sorry don't cancel me pls!!! (cries)
Thank you for the request my love xx
I Love You - Robert Keating
Summary: Read the request for the summary xx
Warnings: sexual content, explicit language, a very loving relationship and it's all very consensual.
A/N: Again, I'm sorry if this isn't great, I tried my best! If you feel uncomfortable reading this then don't read it!! Only read things that you're comfortable with and enjoy xxx
The air outside still held a trace of spring’s warmth as you and Rob stepped out of the cozy little Italian restaurant he’d chosen. Your hand was tucked into his, your fingers interlaced like you’d been doing it forever.
The soft glow of the city’s streetlights brushed against his face, catching the smile that hadn’t left his lips all evening.
“I still can’t believe you said yes. What do you mean you’re my girlfriend?” he murmured, squeezing your hand.
You nudged him playfully with your shoulder. “Was there ever a doubt?”
He chuckled, that familiar soft laugh that made your stomach flutter. “I dunno. I’ve been nervous about asking all week. Eli said I’d fumble it somehow.”
“Well, you didn’t,” you said, stopping in your tracks. Robert turned to face you, his brows raised just slightly in anticipation. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
His eyes searched yours, something unspoken passing between you, and then he leaned in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips. “Let’s head back to mine, yeah?”
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The moment the apartment door clicked shut behind you, something shifted. Maybe it was the way Rob looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth paying attention to—or the way his thumb brushed your hand as he dropped his keys on the counter.
Whatever it was, it made the distance between you feel unbearable.
“Come here,” he said softly, an obvious tone of hunger there, already closing the spaced between you.
His hands found your waist as yours slid up to rest on his shoulders. His lips were on yours before you could say a word—warm, hungry, and full of everything you both had been holding back all evening.
You melted into him, your fingers threading into his bleach blonde hair, the slight scratch of his hair against your palms sending a thrill down your spine.
He walked you backward gently, guiding you through the apartment like he’d done it a hundred times. Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, and you both laughed into the kiss, breathless and flushed.
“Fucking hell, you’ll be the death of me.” He groaned, his voice low and a little rough as he nuzzled against your jaw.
You tilted your head, giving him space, your heart racing at the way his lips trailed down to your neck before returning to your mouth with a new kind urgency.
You loved his lips being on yours more than anything, but that burning heat in the pit of your stomach needed more. You needed to jump in his bones at this stage just to feel some kind of relief.
“Shit,” you moaned quietly between a kiss. “Go-go back to my neck.” You managed to stutter out, and he wasn’t the one to say no to you.
You could ask him to get on his hands and knees and crawl for you, and he’d do it without a second thought.
The two of you had made out before, so he knew where you liked to be kissed, or little things that got you riled up, and the left side of your neck, right under your ear, was one of those spots.
His lips found the spot in an instant, and he wasn’t afraid to bite down on the sensitive area slightly, sucking the skin lightly after to try and get a moan from you.
“You sure about this?” He murmurs against your neck, voice low, husky with something between hope and restraint. His fingers brush under your dress, hesitating about mid thigh, waiting for your answer.
You pull his head gently away from your neck, looking him straight in the eyes and nodding. “Yeah,” you say, barely above a whisper. “I want this. I want you. Really, I mean it.”
He leans in. The kiss is soft at first—careful. His lips are warm, a little chapped, tasting faintly like the red wine from earlier. But then he deepens it, tongue teasing the seam of your mouth, and you melt into him with a quiet gasp. His hands find the zipper of your dress, and you practically jumped out of it, desperate to feel his hands on your bare skin.
His fingers splayed over your ribs, thumbs stroking slow circles just under your breasts. You’re not sure how you make it to the bedroom. It’s all a blur of mouths and laughter and demands.
But most importantly that wild, dizzy feeling of finally getting what you’ve wanted for so long.
Clothes come off in stages—his button up shirt practically being ripped open, the slow peel of his jeans, your dress was left behind in the hallway but he wasn’t shy to take off your bra, finally admiring the part of your body he’d been nearly craving to see face to face.
The drag of his fingers down your spine as he pressed you back against the mattress, dragging a low moan out of you.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, almost like he’s saying it to himself. “Been thinking about this… about you…”
“Rob, baby, I love you so fucking much. But please, get to work I’m dying over here.”
You reach for him, pulling him down into another kiss, and this one is full of hunger, your bodies flush, his skin practically boiling hot against yours. His weight on you is grounding, electrifying. He kisses down your neck, slow and reverent, teeth grazing your collarbone, tongue flicking just enough to make you squirm.
You gasped softly as his teeth grazed the soft skin above your breasts, and he smiled against your skin, his hands splaying wide across the outside of your thighs.
"You nervous?" he asked, pausing to look at you—his blue eyes suddenly a darker shade of blue, pupils blown, but still so gentle.
"A little," you admitted. "But not in a bad way or anything. It's just been a while since I've...you know."
His hand reached up to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing along your bottom lip, slow and careful. "We can stop any time. Just say the word."
"I don't want to stop."
That was all he needed.
He kissed along your chest slowly, reverently, letting his tongue flick over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arched instinctively and he groaned at the way you moved under him.
The feeling of his calloused fingers tracing your ribs, your stomach, it had you feeling like your head was stuck in the clouds. You finally managed to pull yourself back down to earth for a second when you noticed he was kneeling between your legs, pulling your underwear down at a teasing pace.
"You're shaking," he said softly.
"I know," you breathed. "I just...I want you so fucking badly."
Rob leaned down, lips brushing yours. "You have me."
Then his hand slid down your thigh, then between them, and you gasped as his fingers found you already wet, already aching for him.
"Christ," he muttered. "You're so fucking perfect."
He dipped one finger inside you, then another, curling them just right, his thumb brushing your clit in slow, patient circles. You moaned, hips lifting to meet his hand, and he watched you with something close to awe—as if seeing you come undone for him was a privilege he didn't quite believe he deserved.
"I'm obsessed with you, you know?" he whispered, kissing your jaw, your throat, your breast. "So obsessed."
You tightened around his fingers, gripping onto his wrist as you moaned out in ecstasy. But before you knew it, the feeling of his touch was gone, and you could've screamed from frustration.
"Come on, baby. I think we've both had enough of playing around." His smiled was close to a smirk, tone clearly teasing. You didn't know if you wanted to kiss him or slap him.
Probably both.
You watched his every move. The way his muscles flexed as he took his boxers off. The way he ran his fingers through his bleached hair as he took in a shaky breath. You couldn't possibly get enough of this man.
He reached across to the top drawer of his night stand, clearly in the search of a condom.
"I'm on the pill. We don't need to use one." you rushed to say. Just wanting to feel all of him with nothing in the way.
"Are you sure? You're still taking a bit of a risk without one."
"No, I'm sure. I just want to be able to feel you."
His face practically scrunched up in what looked like pain. Pain from you killing him with words.
When he finally slid between your thighs and pushed into you, he went slow—achingly slow—watching your face the whole time, checking for any flicker of discomfort. But all you felt was full, deliciously stretched, your legs wrapping around his waist as he bottomed out inside you with a low groan.
"God, you feel unreal," he chocked out.
He moved slowly at first, deep, measured thrusts that made your breath catch every time he rocked into you. His forehead dropped to yours, sweat beading along his hairline, threads of his hair sticking to his forehead.
"You're taking me so well," he murmured against your lips. "So tight around me. Let go, baby. Let me take care of you."
Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks down his spine as your body climbed higher, tighter. He sped up just enough to make your breath stutter, your moans getting louder, his hips snapping into you with perfect rhythm, hitting that spot inside that made starts burst behind your eyes.
"Rob—" you moaned, barely able to get the words out. "I'm so close, I—"
"I've got you," he said, voice rough, hand slipping between you again to circle your clit. "Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel, baby."
And you did—hard. Your whole body tensed, you cried out his name like it was the only work you knew, and clenched around him as your orgasm tore through you like a wave. He followed moments later, groaning into your neck as he thrust deep one final time and spilled inside you, hips jerking through his own release.
You stayed like that for a while—tangled, breathless, your limbs intertwined and skin flushed with heat.
After a long silence, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering, "You okay?"
You nodded, burying your face in his neck. "That was...fuck me, that was good."
He laughed softly, brushing your hair back. "I couldn't agree with you more, beautiful."
Your eyes glistened as they locked with his. The two of you just admiring each other, not wanting to end this moment too soon.
"I love you so much." You whispered, your voice thick with emotion and love.
