Sooo... I kind of haven't been on here in the past two years, buuut I'm still alive, so, uh.
Swipe Right For Royalty
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Arthur Kirkland, 27, has many issues in his day to day life, including but not limited to his dead end job, his chronically empty bank account, and the punk band he's fronting. His long since dead and buried love life is just another item on his laundry list of problems.
Alfred Jones, 23, technically lives the perfect life: crown prince, flourishing kingdom, and all the perks that come with it... save one. Because while many a hopeless romantic is looking for their Prince Charming in the Kingdom of Spades, no one seems to actually want the kingdom part that comes with him.
Neither of these two expects much of a dating app.
Least of all to fall in love quickly, intensely, and worst of all, irrevocably.
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AKA: Punk Arthur and Prince Alfred meet on a dating app; ~50K of slow-ish burn ensue
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
fandom: cobra kai
word count: 3,432
tags: creator chose not to use archive warnings, robby keene & kenny payne, robby keene & daniel larusso, robby keene & tory nichols, robby keene & samantha larusso, miguel diaz & robby keene, past robby keene/shawn payne, miguel diaz & robby keene & samantha larusso, miguel diaz & robby keene & samantha larusso & tory nichols, robby keene, kenny payne, daniel larusso, samantha larusso, tory nichols, miguel diaz, terry silver, alternate universe - canon divergence, angst, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, post-season/series 04, season 5 rewrite, manipulation, self-destructive behavior, protective robby keene, hurt robby keene, protective daniel larusso, blood & injury
summary: “I’m a businessman, Mr. Keene,” Silver says, with deadly calm. “I don’t take kindly to threats. If you want to make a deal, you have to have something I want.”
He knows, because he’s known all along. Robby thinks of: the mats, the old dojo, Kreese and Silver betting on them like dogs. Silver had known exactly what it would take to beat Robby. He’d said, everyone has a weakness. His is out there in the open, doing warm-ups downstairs.
“I’ll stay.” He hears himself say it as if from a distance. “If Kenny goes, I’ll stay in Cobra Kai.”
They don’t talk about eighth grade. Never. But Kenny has noticed the way Anthony looks at him when he thinks no one else is noticing. The way Anthony’s face softens every time Kenny mentions his first year at West Valley middle. The way Anthony flinches whenever the others talk about the summer of 2019.
It makes his blood boil sometimes. It also makes him want to cry.
- or in the aftermath of the sekai taikai, kenny goes to a party at the larussos and finds comfort in anthony.
the last chapter has been posted and at 36.8k words & 94 pages ten years time is finally done, which is my longest work to date. what a journey!
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Summary:
“So your therapist strongly recommends against four-way hate-dates but here we are anyway?” Robby finally says, breaking the stunned silence.
Tory snorts. “Well, I can agree with anything a therapist doesn’t recommend.”
Sam smiles, no beams at her, and Miguel’s world shifts off the axis. Sam glances down, her eyes snagging on her watch. “Oh shit, I have to go. We’ll text though make plans for our first…hate-date.”
Or, ten years later, still haunted by the way their high school years unfolded, Sam reunites Robby, Tory, Miguel and herself to make peace with their past.
Summary : After the aftermath of the fight at the dojo in the season five finale, Johnny and Daniel have a talk after everyone else leaves. Alone at the back of the limo, they begin to discover things about each other. Being them, it ends up heated and messy and so very them.
Notes: I haven't written smut in a long time but here is my attempt to some emotional porn. And of course, the first to get this treatment are my idiot men. Enjoy. This is an old fanfic I wrote for my now deleted AO3.
They make sure to take all of the kids back to their homes. That was the priority for the night. Shannon came by to pick Robby up and the look on her face when she saw he was injured made both men ache. But she didn’t blame them, simply hugged Daniel as she always does, somehow always grateful for what he does, and with Johnny. . .they were working things out. But she nods in his direction. She takes Tory too and some of the Reseda kids and part ways. Carmen and Amanda leave together and take Miguel, Sam, and Anthony with them.
“That’s not fair, I want to stay with dad.” Anthony proclaims as he gushes like the kid he once knew about how cool he was and how his dad was much better than other dads. But Amanda nudges him forward. They are all aware of how much he and Johnny needed to talk. The ambulance takes both Chozen and Barnes, at Daniel’s insistence and he watches them go, and all of a sudden, they are alone.
In front of a Cobra Kai dojo, now empty, the sirens are gone and so are the kids. Silver is gone. Kreese is out of jail. Somehow, what had felt like the end, now felt like a prelude to another storm. Johnny is not unreadable, though. For all of his tough exterior, the alcohol and adrenaline had left him worn down, ripe for the plucking, and for Daniel to see through him.
He is troubled. Who wouldn’t be? Somehow, they end up at the back of the dojo, all doors locked because of evidence and all that police procedure. The limo had been parked there and no one had taken it. Louie would kill him but for now, it felt like a little safe haven for both of them. To sit and relax. Side by side, knees bumping into one another as they breathe. He needs the moment to refocus back into reality, half expecting Johnny to complain, except, all he hears is the other man on his side.
Daniel doesn’t realize Johnny is mimicking his breathing until the third time he inhales and looks to his side, the man breathing deeply and releasing. Somehow, he is transfixed by the sight, the way his chest fills up, blue eyes closed as he focuses on it.
It almost feels rude to wake Johnny up from the exercise but they can’t just sit beside one another like that and do nothing. “Johnny. . .it’s gonna be okay. We got this.” Because what else is left to say? Daniel let his head linger by the side, focusing on Johnny as his eyes open and he stares straight ahead. “God, I’m tired, but. . .we just need a plan, be prepared-”
“--Aren’t you tired of us, man?” A pause at the interruption, as blue eyes finally snap back at him. They always make him so alert, because he isn’t sure how to react to them, not even now when they are friends. Johnny is like the ocean, unpredictable but you can walk away from it once you are swept under his force. He is about to ask what he means when the man just continues. “We have been at each other’s throats for thirty-four years. We fight, all the fucking time.”
He frowns, yeah, they kept doing that but lately, they've just been circling around each other. Just friends. Something grows inside the pit of his belly, and he aches, thinking of what it could mean. Under all that fighting and hatred, is it really that simple? They could be so much more and yet, friends don't simply cut it. “We are talking now, Johnny.”
Their knees bump into each other again as Johnny moves closer, crowding him against the door of the limousine. His whole body tense and prepares, like it often does, as Johnny is gripping the sides of his jacket and pulling, and Oh , that’s familiar. “Fight, talk, we keep doing this shit. Do you feel like talking?” The question hangs in the air and he almost misses it, because of the way he feels Johnny’s hot breath hitting his mouth.
Too close. His body tries to wiggle out of the pressure of the others like it often did in high school. Except for this time, he feels something pressuring him back. Oh . That was different. What the fuck. It feels heavy against him, where it was clear that he was feeling the same way. “What do you want to do then, Johnny?” And fuck, he should probably fight back and tell Johnny that he is drunk. Except not drunk enough because he hasn’t felt this clear in years.
He is tired too. Fighting is all they did. They keep their distance and be friends now except it doesn’t feel like it’s enough for either one. But there is something in those blue eyes as he feels the grip on him loosen. “Don’t fuck with me, LaRusso.”
Daniel doesn’t let him say anything else before he moves and leans forward, surging Johnny’s lips into a kiss and shutting him up. And it’s so sloppy, between the stingy breath of alcohol and the taste of blood and yet, so perfect. It’s uncomfortable, his back aches from the position he is pressed on but he can’t really hate it when Johnny presses down and feels him through the fabrics of clothes.
“I am fucking with you , Johnny. No fight, or talk. You could’ve died today.” I could’ve lost you . And Johnny attacks his lips again, and finally, he feels some of that aggression he loves on Johnny come back with full force as his tongue presses into his mouth and Daniel opens up for him, moaning into the feeling, exploring each other with too much force, too much need.
Fuck . Thirty-four years to figure this shit out. And yet, he can’t have it any other way, as strong hands grip his waist and pull him up, close. His legs straddling Johnny’s and he takes a moment to breathe and not hit the ceiling with his head. They really are doing this. Holy Fuck. “Off.” He points toward Johnny’s jacket as he struggles with his own.
This isn’t how he pictured it though. In his shame, when they met again, he had imagined it differently. At the dojo, under the stars, sitting side by side on the pond. Or on Johnny’s unsanitary warehouse as he presses him down to the dirty floor and holds him down, just the perfect middle between fighting and fucking.
Somehow this is better and just the same. Because Johnny is mouthing on him now, lips attached to the side of his neck and nibbling on sensitive skin there as his hands fail to unbutton his shirt.
“So fucking slow, LaRusso.” And it shouldn’t be as hot as it is when Johnny just pulls on the fabric and the buttons fly around, and the cold air hits his exposed skin. Jesus, what a caveman. Somehow, it makes his body grind down, seeking some friction and when that elicits a strangled sound from Johnny, he does it again. As he tears away the fabric of the shirt, Johnny does the same for his own and his hands reach down between them, where their bodies meet.
He kisses him again, as his hands find the zipper of Johnny’s trousers and pull it down, feeling the heat that radiates from the other’s body. Fuck, of course, he is big. Bastard. He palms him through the clothes, lips lingering on his own. “If we are gonna do this, you better start using my name, Johnny.” He kisses him again, breathing out a strained moan as he feels a hand on himself, somehow, through the words and the struggle, Johnny had managed to get a grip on him, stroking his cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear.
And Johnny nibbles at him again, one arm sneaking through his middle and gripping tightly, pulling him down into the seats. Eyes rack down to where the blond is now pulling his pants down and Daniel feels like a teenager, about to get it on in the back of a car except, shit, his teen self would never be able to afford a limousine. He manages to wiggle out of his own pants and push them away, inhibitions are damned.
Johnny wraps his legs with one arm and pulls him close, as he settles in between his legs. Shit, they don’t even have lube for this. He isn’t even sure if they have time for the full thing. He doesn’t really care, as he feels the weight of Johnny’s cock against his own and one grip holding them both together, stroking the heads with quick movement. They moan at the same time, out of breath and overwhelmed, his hands moving to grip Johnny’s hip and gripping, scratching.
He groans against him and moves to thrust harder against him. “I can take it, come on. I know you can do better.” Daniel aches for something bruising. It should bruise Johnny. It needs to ache and bruise and leave him dazed for another thirty-four years. “You talk too much, Daniel .” And the use of his name leaves him shuddering at the ache he feels. “Little shit, you always did.” He wants Johnny to consume him and to return the favor. Feels like it's never enough.
Johnny shifts, it would be easier with him on his stomach but somehow, neither wants to stop looking at each other. He doesn’t mind, as he watches Johnny figure out his next move, slotting the head of his cock to Daniel’s crack and test driving that with a move. “Squeeze.” And Daniel does and he thrust again, and oh fuck, that’s good .
“Yeah, right there.” And somehow, like everything else, they fall into a rhythm. It’s messy and tangled, but that's all them . The weight of Johnny on him, pushing him down, the hand that sneaks into his throat to keep him in place as he begins to piston against him, and he sneaks a hand to his own cock because it feels too much and he feels so close.
Not enough time, but the perfect time for them. “I want to be inside you, man. Fuck. You feel so good.” The sincerity is raw and unheard of but god, he wants the same. He tightens his leg grip around Johnny, free hand holding the man’s hand on his throat, not pressuring but not letting go either. He wants him there. At the moment, with him.
He always forgets how to breathe around Johnny anyways. It’s only fair he takes his breath again at the moment. “I want you inside too. Next time, yeah? Yeah , next time, I’ll even let you come inside, that’s what I need.” Jesus, where did that come from? Daniel isn’t sure but it does something to Johnny as he moans and grips his throat tighter and there is a relentless ache between his legs before the blond man collapses on him.
Warm hit his ass and part of his thighs and he just had Johnny Lawrence come on him, and it felt like the most glorious thing. He follows next, as Johnny nips on the side of his ear, pulling and tugging on the earlobe and hands holding his stomach as he hits his peak, Johnny’s name on his tongue like a prayer. A promise. He convulses through it all, hot breath against his skin, Johnny's own cock rubbing against sensitive skin and he shivers. "Fuck yeah, Daniel."
Coming down from the bliss, he fears whatever this was. Adrenaline or just a rush would be gone. But Johnny is looking back at him, closing the distance for a gentle kiss that takes his breath away again. “Hey.” He mumbles against the other man’s lips.
Johnny scoffs back, but he lingers on, and his grip is still tight on his hips, hands shifting to touch his cum against his stomach. Somehow, he should find it gross but it only makes him let out a breathless laugh. “Hey, LaRusso.” A pause, as he seems to reconsider. “ Daniel .”
He smiles, he feels sticky and messy, tired. They are not teenagers anymore to be frottaging against each other in a backseat but here they are. And it feels like a long time coming. “Let’s go home.”
It feels like home, though. Right there. With Johnny slotted between his legs and the weight of his body against his. Just perfectly right.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
hi ck friends, i have written an fic for the first time in half a sec and it is Silly (but also sometimes not, because I’m me). basically just the longer version of this post
Rating: Archive Warning
Category: Gen
Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV)
Relationship: Miguel Diaz & Samantha LaRusso
Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Miguel Diaz, Sam LaRusso
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, lawrusso if you squint, Background Sam/Tory, Johnny Lawrence Is Gay, Everyone is Queer
@saintemry because you asked, @ted-imgoingmad because I stole some of your ideas from the post
My second entry for the @allvalley100 prompt TECH SUPPORT. TKK era, AU.
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Johnny adjusted his tie as he gave himself a once over in the mirror. Today was his first day as a newly graduated man, and he was about to start a cushy job at a computer manufacturer. He knew nothing about computers–he wasn’t a nerd–but Sid pulled strings to get him the job, and the pay would be good.
Johnny nodded at his coworkers as he made his way to his desk. He was just about to sit down when he heard an all too familiar voice.
“Hey, Johnny!” Daniel LaRusso spoke up. “You workin’ here, too?”
Johnny gulped loudly.
▪︎summary: Christian and Lilly are best friends, but it was never like that. Lilly remembers the time in college where he finally says something to her and confesses to her why he never said anything, and how they parted after Christian graduated and went into the army and becomes best friends after he retired. She finally tells him "I know you still have feelings for me so, why don't you show me what I was missing, and why it took you another 2 years to show me what I mean to you."
▪︎requested: no
▪︎pairing: Christian Kane & best friend Lilly Rose
▪︎rating: smut, 18+ only
▪︎what to listen to: thinking of you by Christian Kane
▪︎words: 2,500+
▪︎author's note: Kaniacs, this one is for you! I wrote this in three days. This one is gonna be really long, like maybe more than 2k words. Please let me know what you think, and send feedback here. Enjoy!
Christian had invited me over tonight to cook for me, but what he nor I knew was that his buddies would show up two hours later, leaving me up here all by myself while they were in his man cave down in the basement.
Here's the thing, I've had a crush on him ever since we were in high school, but he's never once looked me in the eye or say anything to me in the halls. Until college happened.
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I was a sophomore and he was a junior. I was invited to a frat party where a lot of my friends were most of the time.
I was talking with one of my friends (the one who invited me), having fun and laughing at some of the stupid things people were doing, until I heard his voice. I look up and see him walking down the steps. He talks to a few people, hug some guys on the way down and kisses a few girls on the cheek before looking around and finding my eyes in the crowd. He smiles at me. I roll my eyes and finish the drink in my hand and throw it away.
I walk as fast as I can to the kitchen until a strong grip on my wrist pulls me back and traps me against the wall. It was then when I noticed the long hair around the person's neck that I instantly knew who it was. "Christian what the hell are you doing? After 6 years of not saying a single damn word to me, let alone even noticing me, why now? Hmm?" He rolls his eyes and let's go of my wrists. "I've seen you around, just never had the balls to actually come up to you and say anything."
I scoff, "you know that's bull. So what gives, huh?" I say grabbing me and 'no-balls over here' a beer and lean against the island as I continue. "Did you lose a bet to one of your buddies? Maybe poker? Or trying to impress another lady friend Kane?" He mimes my words then chugs the rest of his beer and throws it away. "No. I just finally realized what a dumbass I was for not saying anything to you, and manned up to come talk to you. What are you doing here, anyways Lilly, huh?" "I was invited." He scoffs, "by who?" that attitude of his is gonna get him in trouble one day. "Looks to your left. Blonde hair, blue eyes, short skirt, low shirt, flirting your friend," "Kristin?" "Uh-huh." Whatever. But for real though, how you been?" "You mean since we graduated and you never said a single damn word to me?" I say, poking his chest with my finger as my voice gets louder with every word.
He takes my beer from my grasp and throws it away then grabs my wrists and pins them on either side of me then leans in to whisper in my ear, "I've had a crush on you since I first saw you in the hallway on the first day of school. I just thought you didn't like me, or that I was out if your league." "y-you, had a, crush, on me? I-I," I clear my throat and continue, "I had no idea. I j-just thought, would've thought that someone like you, would never like a person like me." He backs up and looks at me in my eyes for the first time and says, "Well your wrong, sweetheart. I've always like you. I just made it like I never noticed you, but I've always noticed you, Lil. And my feelings got in the way of that." I close my eyes and feel him run his hands down my shoulders and down my arms before putting one of his hands under my chin and bringing it up for me to look in his eyes.
"I have always feelings for you. And they will never go away. Ever. No matter what happens to us after college, I will always have feelings for you." I see him look down to my lips then back up to my eyes. All the guys I've walked by since being here has just looked at my lips and my ass, but never respected me, never ever knew me but just somehow wanted to get in my pants. Christian though, even though he didn't have the balls to say anything to me in the past 6 years, he was always kind to people, and never wanted to get into a girl's pants just to do it.
He, always had a smile on his face when I saw him walking the halls. Maybe he did get into a few fights here and there, but they for the right thing.
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I'm pulled from my memory when I hear Christian and his guys getting loud. I walk down to the bottom of the stairs where I'm met with a door. I put my ear against it and listen.
I hear them talking about life and work, then I hear one of the guys ask him about me, and if we were a thing.
"We're best friends. Have been for 2 years. After I retired from the army I found her at a coffee shop with one of her friends. We reconnected and hung out, but then i found out she had a boyfriend. She seemed happy." "Okay, but what about after they broke up? Were you happy?" "In a way, yeah. I had a chance to get back with her, since the time we were in college. I missed her." Its quiet for a moment, until I hear them talking again. "Dude, just talk to her. Tell her how you're feeling. Don't lose her again." "Thanks man." I smile and walk back up to the kitchen and watch TV, when more memories flood back in my brain.
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He cradles my cheek with the hand under my chin, and slowly leans in, lingering for a moment before softly brushing his lips against mine, and I just stand there kissing him back. My hands run through his hair as we continue kissing right there in the kitchen enjoying the moment. No being able to breathe, we part from the kiss and look up at each other. Not know what to do next, Christian grabs my hands and pulls me to an empty room as the buzz of the party gets quieter. He looks around for a second until his eyes lands on a couch across from us. He pulls me to it and sits in the middle then I straddle his legs and we continue making out, leaving a hickey on my neck and one of my boobs. He kisses my neck as I bite my lip to keep a moan from spilling from my lips.
We were a thing. We never hooked up, but yet could never keep our hands off each other. A year later when he was a senior and I was a junior, it was the same thing; we made out most of the time and studied the rest.
When we were at frat parties we talked and hung out with other friends for most of the time, but once it got too much, we found each other and made out in abandoned rooms.
Things took a turn after he graduated. He was joining the army, and would never see him again for the next 7 years. I'd be lying if I told myself I wouldn't miss him.
I helped him pack his huge duffle bag with clothes and his toiletries. It was silent between the two of us in his room in the frat house. I didn't like this and I know he didn't either, but he's talked about this for so long, to help better our country. I understood him and what it meant to him to want to serve and everything, but we both knew what that meant for us as well.
I grab his necklace and sit on his bed, playing with it. He looks over and sees a small tear fall from my eye. I hear him sigh, then walk over to me and bend down to where he was eye level with me, and grabbed my hands. "Look, I don't like this part either. It's the worst, I know, but if we still have feelings for each other after I get out, then we can find each other and continue where we left off, okay?" I nod my head as he wipes my tear away and cradles my cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb on my chin. He closes the gap between us and brushes his lips against mine. After the kiss he parts and looks at his watch then sighs. "I have to go, my ride will be here soon." I nod my head, wipe my tears and stand up with him. He grabs his bag with one hand and with his other one laces his finger with my hand.
We walk down the stairs together to the front door then stop. He drops his bag, and grabs both my hands and pulls me into a hug. He lingers into the hug for what feels like forever until his phone rings. We break apart and he answers the call. "Yeah, I'll be right there, okay." He hangs up and puts his phone back into his pocket and then looks at me. "I have to go." "Is there enough time for one more kiss?" "I'm sure the guys can wait another minute." I smile as he leans in and we kiss for a few seconds, then part. "I'll miss you, Christian." He smile, "I'll miss you too, Lilly." He grabs his bag and kisses my forehead then walks out, leaving and not seeing each another for 7 years.
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I guess I fell asleep on the couch, because now I awaken—somewhat but not letting him know—to being carried up the stairs and into where I'm guessing is his room. He gently lays me down and covers me with a blanket. I feel him kiss my forehead then leave the room and head back downstairs to the guys.
I wake up a few hours later in his bed (not like you think) and then I suddenly remember how I got here; Christian.
I turn to look at the clock—8:24am—and sit up. I pull the covers off me and walk to the bathroom and pee. After I pee, I wash my face and brush my teeth then put on a pair of shorts and a different shirt. I grab my phone from the nightstand and slide it in my back pocket then head downstairs.
I get to the bottom step and stop when I hear Christian singing. I smile at the sound of his voice, and recognize the song he's singing — thinking of you — his own song. So I guess he's thinking about me.
I walk into the kitchen and see him cooking breakfast. I sit on one of the barstools and clear my throat. He turns to me and smiles. "Hey, Lilly. I was just um," he clears his throat and continues, "I was making some breakfast. Would you like some?" I get off the stool and walk towards him. The closer I get, the more nervous he gets. "What's wrong, C? Why so nervous?" I walk around him setting my hand on his back and stop in front of the stove.
"It smells good, but," I sigh and turn to look at him, "I don't think that's the reason why your so nervous, Kane. I think," I walk back around and stop in front of the refrigerator and grab the orange juice and shut it then pour me some in a glass and look him in his eyes and continue my sentence. "I think you've been thinking about us in college, and maybe a few of your buddies said something to you last night about me, and you and us." I take a sip of my orange juice, and walk up close to him and finish, "I know you still have feelings for me, I know I do. So, why don't you show me how you feel, and why it took you another two damn years to show me what I actually mean to you."
In the blink of an eye, he's turned the stove completely off and comes up to me me kisses me with passion and love all while backing me up til my back hits the island counter. In one swift movement he's picked me up and set me down on the island and starts kissing my neck and shoulder and just all over.
I unbutton his shirt and pull it off him, throwing it somewhere across the room. I move my hands to his belt buckle, undo the button and unzip his pants and in one swift movement push his jeans down to his ankle and he steps out of them. We return to kissing as he pulls my shirt over my head and he throws it somewhere behind the island. I wrap my legs around his waist and he picks me up and takes me to the couch, laying me down on my back.
I shimmy out of my pants and push them down past my ankles and toss them behind me. He starts kissing my neck, down my collarbone and to my chest where he kisses and leaves a hickey behind on my left boob. I sit up just enough for him to undo my bra and pull it off me, leaving me in just my black pair of panties.
"I have waited for this," Christian says out of breath, "since that time we made out at the party in the frat house." Well then, it's about time he fessed up. To be honest, so have I but you know, when the time is right, the time is right and you can't argue with that.
"Why don't you show me just how much you wanted this, hmm?" I feel him smile in my neck and he moves his lips to mine and we kiss in sync to each other heart beats.
He pulls my panties down, and I do the same with his boxers. I look into his eyes and see the desire and passion in them; he actually cares.
He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes inside, a growly moan spilling out from his lips.
This moment right here is a long time coming for the both of us. Finding each other after 8 years of being apart, that meant so much to me even though I was with someone, and that ended after 8 months.
His voice in my ear pulls me back to reality; "I missed you so much while I was in the army. I never stopped thinking about you." My breath hitches in my throat as I reach my high, Christian coming right after me.
We pull apart from each other and laugh. "So, does this mean we're, together?" I chuckle at his question and respond, "you tell me, cowboy. Is that what you want?" He leans in and kisses my lips and pulls back, "I would like nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend." "I agree with you, Christian. You are now officially my boyfriend."
♡
Sorry the end was so, eh. I didn't know what else to write. I had to update it because it was supposed to have smut and the first post didn't have it.
