(Someone that knows peak omg……i love you pls don’t go bald)
Can i have a fic where reader is an absolute flirt with lloyd since the beginning but when he finally somehow reciprocates reader goes haywire and it starts to get a little 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (shhh we all know he doesn’t know how to touch anyone but ik hes a freak….LMAO)
Lloyd x flirty!reader
I LOVE YOU TOO ANON, but I fear the baldening has already began... anyways enjoy gang
Lloyd didn't know what to make of you, like... at all. In a world where he had come to accept that his looks weren't as... favourable. Your outright advances threw him for a loop.
At first he was shocked, yes, but quickly summed it up to you using your charms to reach a better bargain. Fair enough, he had thought at the time. With a face like yours he could easily believe that you've manage to worm yourself a fair amount of deals from impressionable people. Not him though, he'd get every hard earned penny he deserved out of this pretentious noble.
So when you two sat down to sign the contract and your fingers brushed his for a second too long as he passed the pen.
He ignored it.
When you'd come up close behind him, soft breath ghosting his neck in a way that made his skin tickle, a careful hand reaching for his shoulder, asking in a voice much too sweet how the construction was going.
He ignored it.
Even when you told him out right how ideal of a lover he'd be he schooled his flustered feelings behind a confused scowl. Trying to ignore how his heart skipped at the soft grin ghosting your lips.
"Don't be ridiculous..." He had muttered, only to be left in dismay as your grin only brightened.
For weeks he felt like he was battling between actual work and whatever magic you had put on him. Way too add to his workload...he ought to charge you for it.
But one thing about Lloyd is that he's got his priorities straight. So when he finished the construction of the grand library near your estate, now available to all to access but at the cost of you now having to come down to the Frontera estate to maintain a barrier against wild animals and poisons that would infest the crops he expected you to drop the act.
Let his heart have a break. There was no way you'd pretend to find him even remotely attractive now your end of the deal was done. No way at all.
And he was well prepared for it, a more confident stride in his step when you caught his eye. You were leaning against a tree on top of one of those hills that let you have a perfect view of all the work going on below. The sun was high in the sky and yet you remained unaffected, the gentle shade of the tree masking you from the harsh rays. He hated how perfect you looked just standing there, doing absolutely nothing at that.
And as he approached you, you turned at the sound of a quiet disturbance, at the impact of his boots hitting the ground with each step. There he found a smile far too genuine directed his way and he almost faltered. He paused, just about to open his mouth and point in the direction where you were needed.
What he didn't expect was for you to step closer, pressing too close to his personal space something you seemed to love, grinning lightly at him as if you actually wanted to be there. A hand subtly grazing his as you cocked your head to the side in that familiar way he'd seen far too often in the past few months.
But the difference is now, it was completely unwarranted...
"Hm...? Where is it you said you needed me? Doesn't matter, you asked me all the way down here and won't even take me yourself?"
A frown tugs at your lips playfully, unable to fight the grin that was tugging at your lips when he finally showed signs of an actual reaction to your actions-short circuiting almost. He seemed to freeze under your gaze now, eyes darting away from yours immediately.
"H-huh, you are aware that the cost of the library wasn't reduced right?I don't do discounts [Name]." It was funny how he tried to keep the usual sarcastic lilt to his tone but it was clear as day he was still shaken by this, by you. Though you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the mention of discounts, why would you-a noble care for such a thing?
"Huh? Yeah I know, is it not done or something?" The genuine confusion on your face as you blink at him has him almost choking on air (seriously,he almost does.)
For a moment he looked like he was rapidly scrambling for words and reasoning as he just stared at you, tight lipped. He hated how he could visibly watch the foxy look return to your gaze as you register his silence. You were clearly enjoying messing with him, that's it, you were just doing this for your entertainment. There was no way you were actually serious about this. And yet...the hammering of his heart never ceased.
"Aww, didn't think I'd miss you? You're acting so coy." With a new stroke of confidence you fully wrap an arm around his, chest way too close to his. Too close, way too close- yet he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
Maybe you-
"Lord Frontera! The men are ready for the next construction!"
Only then is he able to find his footing. It's funny how he seemed to immediately repel from you, as if your very presence was haunting.
Quickly excusing himself with a long ramble of things you don't care to understand. Something along the lines of "see you-" "got stuff going on" "barrier" "profit."
It didn't seem to end, even when he was out of ear shot. Marching down the hill with too much determination to seem composed.
You simply leaned against the tree once more, a soft smile playing at your lips as you waved casually. But the only thing that played on your mind was how much cuter he was when he didn't seem so unphased by your flirting.
For a while he managed to avoid you, flimsy excuses of there being items he needed to disappear for days or weeks to get. His declaration of "safety first" for his workers somehow also meant that he always had to be on site but you shouldn't. You liked those things about him sure, how much he cared for his workers, his people, even if he feigned indifference. It was obvious to anyone that saw him. A hard worker to the core, and clueless to boot. Just your type...
But it was starting to get out of hand.
You were actually starting to miss him. Those evil grins of his that'd make you genuinely flinch, yet also how he'd shake like a leaf if you looked at him for too long, mumbling something incoherent before burying himself into another project just to escape your taunts. You missed that stupid man, that stupid yet lovable man. So like any other reasonable person would do you pull up to ambush him late at night.
The hallways were lit dimly with the moonlight that trickled through the large pane windows. illuminating your path towards his quarters, the soft pat of your footsteps against the cold wooden floors the only sound disturbing the quiet in the spacious Frontera estate.
Though you knew better.
Likely trapped away at his desk is a sleep deprived Lloyd who was probably driving himself mad whispering to himself in a mantra over some blue prints.
You're already glowing with the image of teasing him for working so hard late at night, perhaps you'll get coax him to bed if you're lucky...You certainly wouldn't complain if he happened to invite you to stay. Though...deep in your heart you knew that'd never happen. Through the courageous exterior he puts out you couldn't help but feel the lingering impulses of insecurity in some of the things he'd do. So him ever coming close to reciprocating this attraction was not in the cards you saw for the future.
But that would'nt deter you from earning those silly flustered looks he'd give you now and then if you prodded just right.
Rounding a corner you finally reached his room, giving two light knocks to the large wooden doors as you said in a voice too confident to be doubtful.
"Lloyd, you awake?"
And not to your surprise a groggy, but very much awake voice responds back.
[Name]...? It's so late why are you awake." Ironic that he says that but you won't comment for now. You could hear the faint rustling of paper and the scrape of his chair pulling out from under the table as he likely stands up.
"Couldn't sleep, plus I wanted to see you. Now are we going to continue talking through the door or are you gonna let me in?"
A light impatience dripped from your tone and Lloyd almost startled himself with how quickly he approached the door before pausing briefly, hand hovering over the handle. What were you doing here so late at night...it couldn't be that you couldn't sleep, you nap far too often for that to be plausible. And-
He's cut off from his thoughts when the annoyed drawl of his name cuts through the silence. Before he knows it he's opening the door, and there you are...as smug as ever, smirking like you've won some sort of prize. Why he actually let you in instead of turning you away was beyond him honestly, he had way too much to finish. Already moving to sit back at his desk, fingers automatically reaching for a pencil.
You only blinked owlishly, it was so unlike him to have no complaint or remark about you bothering him. Yet you could see why...the circles under his eyes bothered you more than you imagined as you closed the door behind you with a soft click.
"Working so late at night can't be good for you..." your voice is soft, tempting, as you approach where he's seated, hands leisurely draping themselves against the back of his chair, peering over his shoulder.
He has to suppress a shudder, it's hard to focus, especially with your hands so close...the warmth of your body radiating against his. The soft vanilla and herbal smell of expensive lotion and hair oil has him gripping his pencil a little too tight. How would he get any work done like this...
"This project is due soon, so if you've not got anything to point out just...sit somewhere and do something." You frown lightly at his dismissive words to which he responds with slightly inclining his head the other way to avoid your gaze.
One thing he could never seem to get over were your eyes on him, constant, unwavering, like you were actively trying to peel back layers of fabric with your gaze alone. Already feeling the involuntarily warmth pooling low in his stomach as heat rushed to his ears.
You click your tongue lightly at him, now leaning down so you could be face to face, and unluckily for him you took the slight tilt of his head as an invitation. Your lips pursing to blow a soft gust of wind against the curve of his neck. You can't help the breathy giggle that escapes you, enjoying how his eyes blow wide as he almost jumps out of his chair, palm clapping over his neck as he looks back at you, disbelief and embarassment written all over his face. God...you could do this forever.
"Dont you think you're being a little mean hm? I haven't seen you for weeks and when I finally do you essentially tell me to leave you alone..."
A false wistful tone coats your words, one hand sliding from the back of his chair to rest on his shoulder, "Does that seem fair to you?"
You almost feel bad as his expression crumples slightly, tearing his gaze from yours to glare at his blue prints as if they were at fault, fist clenched into right fists on the table. With a sigh you decide to relent, he was fun to tease but you didn't like the idea of it being at the expense of his work. Soft hands yet to be hardened by labour glide over his, willing the pencil he was gripping out of his grasp without even using force.
"I like watching you work Lloyd, you're always so cute when you're focused but it's genuinely getting late."
Silence.
For once you were holding back from flirting, putting his comfort first and you're met by... silence? Not exactly the response you were looking for...
He was being much too compliant for the Lloyd you knew, with a relaxed movement careful fingers reach out to grasp his cheek, tilting his head to look at you. You already had a soft quip to jab at his lack of response but what you didn't expect was his hand now cupping yours that rested on his cheek. With that look in his eyes that made your whole body burn.
What's with this change in energy...?
"...I need to finish these blueprints...but I'm so exhausted, running these tests and getting damn near nothing." You only blinked, still trying to register if you're imagining things or not, but the way his fingers tremble ever so slightly against the back of your hand sells that this moment was real.
"Stay a bit, or like don't- I can finish my work in peace then-" Rushed words tumble out clumsily and he looks like he regrets speaking at all. But you were feeling far from ungrateful.
The stubborn, awful, greedy Lloyd Frontera, was asking you: the noble that had been bothering him for months, to stay.
It's safe to say your reaction is immediate, thumb brushing the skin under his eye with a near reverence as your lips trembled from the sheer effort of not laughing with such an exasperation it's look like you've been waiting ages for this (which you had.)
"Yeah? You want me to stay? Finally gonna let me keep you company?" You're pretty sure he could see the sparkle in your eye at the sight of a blush tinting his cheeks a light pink, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly with a subtle nod.
"This- so...were you always being serious...?" The question throws you off a bit, your smile faltering slightly as you rested your chin on his shoulder.
"Serious... about what?"
It was like it was finally starting to register to him, all those whispered words, brushes against his skin, taunting eyes were not to bribe, or for entertainment, but because you actually wanted him... Honestly, he thought you were weird for that, out of all the people in the country you want him? The guy infamous for his ugly mug? But he'd also be lying hard to himself if he hadn't fantastised once or twice (definitely more than that) about how it'd be if your flirting actually meant something, if you actually acted on the words you said, if you touched him the way you kept wordlessly suggesting.
"I... I thought you were acting this way to get a discount..."
Well, he didn't have to imagine anymore it was happening right in front of him.
"..."
"What..."
There's an awfully long pause as you two just stared at each other. You looking at him as if waiting for him to announce what he just said was a joke and him starting to progressively inch his eyes away from yours.
Barely, just barely suppressing a snort you break out into a quiet fit of laughter, holding your face in your free hand as you shook your head. Lloyd sucks his teeth in vague annoyance, genuinely wishing the messenger would transmigrate him somewhere else, anywhere else right there and then. Now instead of soft flush of his cheeks they burned a deep red that had you laughing harder.
"Alright- I get it, I wasn't on the right idea..."
"Oh you were far from it. Seriously, for someone so smart you're also so, so dumb."
His eyes set on yours again, slightly narrowing at your comment and you only grinned in response. That's a more satisfactory reaction.
"Well-"
"I'll stay, who am I to deny the gracious engineer who put my estate back on the map for tourist spots?"
He shuts up almost immediately, the meek look on his face now so unlike how intense he looked just seconds ago.
God you loved this man.
You pull away from him and he withholds a grimace at the loss of your warmth. He's not sure when exactly he started to feel like this but now your distance was near unbearable. Was this some form of manipulation...? Basking him in your presence just to take it away? Why did he care?
Whatever.
You'd agreed to stay and that was enough.
Lloyd pushes back his chair, getting up to face you with a mix between shyness and determination, a look you'd never seen on him before and fuck did you love it. But...you still couldn't help but feel hesitant to make the moves your hands were twitching at your sides to make. You simply hold his gaze, waiting for a sign, any sign.
Sensing your surprising amount of self control put him in a tough spot. He wanted you to touch him in that alluring way you always do, lure him into bed with your careful voice and have him out like a light in anyway you saw fit... But instead of that you just crossed your arms and tilted your head at him, the beginnings of a grin playing at your lips like you were waiting for him to prove himself.
"Are you not gonna-"
"Gonna what Lloyd?"
The way you cut him off told him all he needed to know. You wanted to see with your own eyes how much he wanted you here.
With a shuddering breath his gaze drops to the floor, the walls, his abandoned project. All in favour of not doubling over under your gaze. Why did he want you to stay so badly? Guilt...? It wasn't that, he doesn't feel such a thing. Maybe it's...
He opens his mouth as if he had a thought of something to say before he's closing it again. Yet you were remaining in front of him, undettered, and he felt an odd sense of responsibility for making it worth taking up your time. Even though you were the one cutting in on his. He shakes away any doubt. Doesn't question why you want him, why you're being so patient, why you like him in general. And instead takes careful steps closer, stiff hands rough from weilding a shovel reach out to cup your face and for a moment your eyes soften. Seeing the gesture as cute, almost innocent. You relax to wrap your arms around him but you're beaten to it.
You were beaten to it?
The moment he felt you soften he's pressing his body close to yours, the firmness of his chest pressing to yours almost desperately. And the part that left you stunned the most was the way he leans in close, lips brushing your jaw up to your ears with something so careful it could be compared to worship if it wasn't for the fact it was Lloyd Frontera doing so. You feel your pulse jump unexpectedly, eyes darting to find his, full of an unspoken need for you. He sighs shakily, as if willing himself to get the words he wants out.
"... please stay, you should keep your word..."
Even now he sounds so stubborn but God if it didn't do something to you. Before you can even think twice about it you're turning him around and backing him up towards his bed. It's amusing to watch how his eyes widen, as if he didn't know what he just did. Since when was he a tease?
"Want me to stay that bad huh?" your smile is full of intent and it has him more alert than he has been all night.
"I mean-" He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before the back of knees hit the edge of his bed and he falls back with a thud. And you follow. Smile sweet as you brace your knees on either side of his hips, straddling him easily. He sits up almost immediately when you do so, pupils dilated and you could trace the flush of his skin under the moonlight to travel down the dip of his night shirt. You almost couldn't believe you were actually having him like this.
His eyes search yours frantically as if seeking an answer, a word, anything at all really as his hands settle shakily on your hips. You reach down to hold them firm to your body, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. And he looks like he wants to react but he never gets the chance because next is his temple, nose bridge, chin, down the curve of his jaw all in feather light kisses orchestrised to drive him insane. You savour each quiet hitch of his breath before you stop to pull away, shifting your body close until there wasn't any room for questions.
"I like you a lot ya know...?" Careful fingers reach up to entangle themselves in brown tufts of his hair, he croons at the touch, still dazed from your soft lips on his skin.
"...ya sure?" You honestly just wanted to take a bite out of his skull for even bothering to ask. Rolling your eyes with a slight scoff the hand in his hair yanks him closer.
"When people confess it's usually a simple answer, Lloyd answer me properly." He falters slightly at the sudden tug but oddly doesn't seem too shaken by it. He's gaping at you again, like a fish out of water, his skin burns hot against you as his grip on your hips tightens.
"...I...I, but you don't know-" your eyes furrow slightly when he looks away again, nervous in the way you'd find concerning rather than cute. And you're about to tell him it's ok if he feels differently but he's already speaking. "Yeah...I like you."
That soft look in his eyes as he spoke was going to do you over someday, soon enough your hand on his shoulder is more insistent and for once he's leaning in, like he was scared this moment would be robbed from him if he waited a second longer. His lips pressing to yours softly, and when you return it the crease in his eyebrow immediately relaxes.
You two spend a while like this, him holding you in his lap and you letting him get used to things. If his inexperience wasn't made obvious by how he clumsily tried to press his mouth against yours. Visibly shivering when your tongue darts out to press against the line of his lips, a silent request for permission which he immediately gives in too, like he was waiting for it. Your tongue slots comfortably against his and you barely hold in a giggle at how he whines at the connection.
The kiss quickly becomes heated as he basically starts to palm at your hips and back beckoning you closer, closer still. But then his hips buck up softly into yours and things started to make sense. And the part that got you the most was that he didn't even pull away, or look apologetic or embarassed. Instead he kept on kissing you with eyes open enough to peek at you as he repeated the motion again.
For once you think you felt just a fraction of the fluster you constantly have him under.
"... have anything to say?" Your tone is careful and practiced in that same way that had is stomach heavy with a heat he always persevered to ignore.
But not so much tonight.
"Please- just...just a little more." He was leaning in so close, still chasing your lips with bated breath, you were half convinced that any further and you'd end up on the floor. Yet the flood of arousal that just settled in you just from hearing him express the most basic of interest of what you've been yearning for was enough to have your head hot.
Your lips are on his again and he gasps at the suddeness but tries return it with equal fervour (emphasis on "tries"). You hum at the way his body jolts when you grind your hips back down on him, hands slipping under his shirt to appreciate the hard work underneath before easing it off his body in one motion. What was it they said? Construction site muscles are the best type of muscles? Well whatever he told them was true because you'd never felt skin so soft and inviting while still being toned all over.
"I always knew you'd have such a nice body Lloyd..."
The whine he lets out has you gripping his waist harder, him pulling away from your lips to bury his face in the crook of your neck, muttering incomprehensible words that sound a lot like thanks.
Either way there was nothing on this earth that was gonna stop you from getting this man off. Not even the king of hell himself. He was painfully hard at this point and with the way you were moving against him, the friction of the thin fabric covering the two of you, he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.
"[N-name]- clothes, wanna take our clothes off- m'not gonna last like this..." You only ever begin to barely grasp what he was trying to say when you feel his hands at the edge of your nightgown, his grip between desperation and carefulness, as if afraid the tender silk would tear under excessive force.
"Already? You're so impatient..." The sound of your low chuckle goes straight to his cock making him buck against you once again. The fear in his eyes as he does has you laughing again, you seriously wonder if he knew he was subconsciously edging himself.
"Im not impatient- I'm anything but, in fact-" you press your finger to his lips and shake your head. You already knew he was about to go on about one of his great expeditions where he made a race course for some minotaurs after creating a political divide or something.
"Yes...yes I know, I was only teasing." You sigh as the realisation crosses his face and he immediately perks down. You're starting to increasingly question whether this man ever actually mentally clocks out of work. Hey, you might as well try and make it happen yourself.
You help him slip your nightgown off and the awe of which he gazes up at you like you were pile of cheques has you grinning down at him knowingly. Though what you didn't expect was how quickly his hands left your hips to palm at your tits, like he was in a trance. He only seemed to realise what he was doing when your hand slides atop of one of his and he snaps out of it.
"Sorry- they were just...in my face." He looks away stubbornly at your amused snort but can't deny the relief he gets when you guide his hands to press deeper into the soft flesh.
"I never complained, you don't know how long I've been waiting to see you like this for me..."
A new wave of heat flushes over his features at your words but you're too busy shifting back to tug at his pants. Your stomach flips at the sight of an evident tent, a wet spot of arousal soiling the fabric where he's straining against it. The way his hands drop from your chest to rest at his sides tells you he's barely resisting covering himself from your oppressive gaze.
"Taking these off now okay?" He gives a shaky nod at that, his eyes trailing over your face as if he'd find a trace of reluctance. He must be delusional. Once his pants where out of the way you could admire him fully, from his flushed chest to his leaking cock that pressed against his stomach. You smile almost sympathetically when he shivers at the cold exposure before you're palming him, you're getting to realise just how sensitive he can be as his fingers find your hips again almost immediately, digging into the flesh as he bit back a ridiculously loud moan.
"Not too much- or I really will..." He seems sheepish to admit but you just found it hopelessly endearing.
"Wanna be inside me that bad?"
"I-I mean- what? Huh...yes obviously..."
God you really loved this man. You love him as you ease him further into his bed so his back is against the head board. Love him when you push your underwear to the side and he sucks in a sharp breath through gritted teeth at the sight of your arousal. And you love him as he throws his head back, baring his neck to you which you assault with small nicks and kisses as you sink onto his length.
His body is taut with the effort to not just bust his load right there and then. His eyes squeezed shut as he leaned forward again to hold you close against him, nails digging crescent into the gentle swell of his hips. Occasionally he'd relax, fingers grazing your back, contemplating how he got this far, the scent of your skin, work... And as if on queue your hips would grind down, hard. Earning a choked gasp from the esteemed engineer.
"Why- f-fuck... why do you keep doing that." He looks at you through short but thick lashes, panting softly against your ear in a way that makes goosebumps light up across your skin. Though he was more confused on why you'd let him relax just to suddenly tease him.
"Hm? Oh, it's to help you get used to this. Is it working?" The moment your voice drops he believes he's prepared for it but instead this time you lift your hips before sliding back down. The sound that escaped his mouth so lewd you were near stunned it left his mouth.
"H-hah...it's not- it's not, and you know it- just..." As fun as it was edging him, watching him so hard not to cum so soon it really would be a waste of this once in a lifetime opportunity that was served on a silver platter to you if he came so soon.
"Yeah? Think you're ready? Should I move?" His frantic nods say enough, his usually parted hair falling over his eyes in sweeps that made him seem all that much softer. He groans as you set a steady pace, the muscle of his thighs already tensing tightly under your own.
It's like you pull a new sound with each rise and fall of your hips as he grips the flesh uselessly, pressing his chest against yours just to feel how the supple plush of your own molds against his hard planes. Everything about this moment felt surreal, sweat slicken bodies moving against one another and you finally had him right where you wanted him, where you always needed him. With him your heart felt so strangely full, in that way you've been chasing, in that way you knew since the moment you first heard he managed to scam a literal dragon. He endlessly entertained you, but it was also so much more than that. Mouthing at the crook of his neck, sucking softly at the tanned skin, barely registering a broken chuckle from him of how your tongue tickles. Though once the sound sets you smile against him, releasing his neck with a slowly blooming mark shaped like your teeth. If he had anything to say about it he was keeping quiet.
He couldn't bare the slick glide of your walls against him any longer, just fast enough to keep him on edge but not enough to send him tipping over. His hands spoke for him, getting more grabby, it was so different to jerking off where he could slow and speed up whenever he wished. It wasn't like he did it often anyway, he was always too busy working on something, crafting a new plan, and the few times he did get to himself Javier often came around for his lullaby. Was he always this pent up? This unused to drawing it out instead of just getting it over with and turning over in bed?
But at the same time he loved this, how you felt squeezed around him, your skin flush against his. And even better he could hear you getting as worked up as he was, panting softly from the pleasure and exertion as you rode him, planting kisses and nicks along the column of his neck.
He felt the sudden urge to do more, to make you feel as desperate or at least as good as he was. At first you don't think anything of his grip on hips growing stronger as he'd already done so so many times, but it's when it becomes more grounding is when you falter. Rough hands helping you up and down on his cock, guiding almost. All while he still had that dizzy, fucked out expression on his face.
Sensing your confusion he pulls away from your shoulder, locking eyes with you as he messily lolled out his tongue to press against your parted lips. "M'trynna help, got you doing everything... I- mngh- don't like it..."
Were you surprised? Yes. Complaining? Definitely not.
Your hips were getting tired and you're guessing he could tell, your inner thighs burning from the effort. You murmur a breathy "thank you" as you open your mouth and let his tongue part the way. But he never actually fully closes his lips around yours, just pants and groans against your open mouth as his tongue presses insistently, sloppily against your own, spit coating his bottom lip almost running down the corner of his mouth. He really was a messy kisser at heart huh.
And with him now taking over your hips slam down more frequently, the sounds barely constricted to the walls of his room. The change in pace has your stomach twisting in pleasure, the duality between how pathetic he was acting yet the reminder of just how strong he really is as he bounces you on him has that familiar knot building in your stomach. One hand clutches at his back tighter the muscles tensing in response as he bounced you on his cock harder. Your other hand grips the roots of his hair and he has to hold back from spilling right then and there.
"Feels so good- almost there Lloyd...f-fuck..." His hips buck up against you again like how he did when you first straddled him, but now with both your desperations rising he couldn't focus on anything more than getting you there.
"U-uh huh..." With his lack of response you'd think he was already teetering at the edge yet one of his hands leave your hips, circling your clit. And for a man so unapologetically new to this his fingers have you holding on tighter with each swipe, your back curving in a subtle arch as a cross between a soft gasp and a whine leaves your lips. He mumbles against your lips at the sound and you knew you were close, with him still moving you against him and his mouth hot on yours as you cum with a silent gasp, your body tensing until it finally relaxes, you clamp down hard on him with a whiney pant and it was like he was blessed.
"You came r-right- hah...you did..." He's still rocking you against him, chasing his own high. He looks up at you with a relieved smile as if he couldn't actually believe he actually did it. Exhaustion was weighing on him but he had only lasted this long from the sheer will of wanting to see you cum and he knew exactly what he needed. He pulls you back against him so you're slumped on his chest and he takes a handful of one of your tits and suctions his mouth to yours, kissing you roughly and with a broken moan and a final buck of his hips he comes undone with a soft cry of your name, comparable to a sob. His cock twitching as he cums deep inside you, the warm sensation momentarily jolting you from your haze as he fucks you through both your highs.
"[Name]...[Name]-!"
And when he's done holding you down against him, making sure he gave you everything he had he falls back against the bed, hair and body slick with sweat as he lays among the pillows, and through your haze you can't help but chuckle softly at how spent he looks with his arms sprawled by his side's like that.
You slide yourself off his softening cock, adjusting to the emptiness while his stomach clenches at the feeling of his most sensitive part wet and now exposed to the late nights cold. Still straddling him you lean forward, hands resting on either side of his head as you gently brushed back his bangs that clung to his forehead.
"You did so well ya know...feeling sleepy now right?"
He only murmurs a soft reply of yes, eyes glassy as they look up at you, his head tilts up slightly, wordlessly asking for a kiss and you can't help but listen, pressing a firm yet loving kiss to his lips and watching him relax all over again into the sheets.
"Hm...I did tell you to get some sleep..." And with a final peck to his cheek your weight leaves him as you slip off him. It's almost comical how quickly his heads snaps to the side, despite how sleepy he looks, as if half expecting for you to just up and leave.
"I said I'd stay didn't I? You're so skittish..." With a soft sigh you lay beside him, your words teasing yet gentle as you nuzzle close to his side. Eyes shining with glee at the slightest bit of a pout on his lips.
"Technially you're not required to, I never made you sign a contract so-"
"Shhhhhh..."
You cut him off, uninterested in anything to do with contracts and blue prints for the night. "You just lay there and sleep. I'll be here in the morning...promise."
Now Lloyd wasn't one for promises, they're fragile and honestly who actually kept them? He could count how many contractors made false promises to his bosses back in Seoul, with nothing tangible, nothing left to source. Though despite this ideology he finds himself drifting, breaths evening out, eyes fluttering shut as he turns his warm body to wrap around you.
Despite whatever doubts he held, and whatever came in the future he felt oddly sure that you'd always be there even if it's to flirt with him till his mind rots, or to ground him and remind him of where he's at, how far he's gotten and has to go.
For now, as you hold him back, tender fingers running down the curve of his spine, slivers of moonlight slipping through the curtains to cast it's faint light on his bed. He'd allow himself to be sure of this one thing and dream of you.
I LOVED TGIS REQUEST IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT WORTH IT
Also let me know if this okay I haven't written in a second
