The House pt. 10 SweatPants
A/N: Insert reader written. Based off of a recent dream. originally written on wattpad. One of the first fics i’ve ever written so feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks!
Summary: This house was built in 1956. Built out of so much love that it actually developed its own soul. When the house lost its owners, it wept for them. Since then it has traveled through time helping others find that same love, or just peace in some cases. It's made stops in 1268, 1899, 1919, and then traveling through years. The occasional stop back in time, or even forward. Y/N made herself In a small town, with no real family. Only one real friend, Teton. A Friesian, the only thing she had ever owned or loved. Working at a small bar in town, she was suddenly invited to dinner by a stranger. She couldn't go because of a promise she had to uphold. Everything seemed normal while out on her favorite trail. Until she came across a house... one that wasn't ever there before. Suddenly becoming wrapped up in a world where magic, monsters, and soulmates exist. The House knows everything, every secret, every purpose, and every single Fate
Warnings: 18+. gore, adult content, attempted assault, Gore. THIS IS PURE FILTH. MINORS DNI.
When you finally woke, the sun was setting. A luminescent amber glow shone on the snow outside. Gentle snores rumbled just under your head. Geralt was still with you. You pulled the covers up and tucked them just under your chin, arm snaking as far as it could over Geralts waist. Fingertips skirting just under the hem of his shirt where you could feel the volts shock them as you touched his skin. Slowly you let them wander farther underneath it. Up the hardened muscles of his abdomen, to his sculpted chest. Hand stopping there, in-between his pecs, feeling the strong thud of his heartbeat against your palm. The occasional tickle from his hair. "Are you enjoying yourself?" His voice just against your ear made you jump, quickly pulling your hand out of his shirt.
'I-I'm so sorry I-" He grabbed your small hand in his giant one and led it back under. The heartbeat in your ears wasn't his this time.
"Keep going." Doing as you were told, investigating every part of him you could reach. His collar bone, his chest, his abdomen. Until you slowed your search at his waistline.
"I didn't mean to wake you up," you whispered, fingernails slowly trailing along the waist of his sweatpants.
"hm. Nice way to wake someone up though." Goosebumps covered his skin.
"Geralt." He looked down at you, catching your eyes, his eyes were the most magnificent bright shade of yellow. Holy shit I am not ready for this. Sarahs warning rung clear in your head. "I-I need to shower." His eyes looked hungry, but no emotion shown on his face. "W-will you help me?"
"Of course." You couldn't gauge what he was feeling, or what he was thinking. He gently pulled the covers off of your bodies and helped you to stand, letting you use him as a brace as you went down the hall. He closed and locked the door behind you both. There was a tan fluffy towel laid out for you on the counter space. The smell of eucalyptus came from an already drawn bath filled to the edge with bubbles. Geralt helped you hobble to the side of the tub. Your skin felt on fire and your cheeks burned. oh gods, he's not going to leave...
"t-turn a-around please." Silently he did as you asked, realizing that the mirror probably still offered him a peak. Let him look. Cheeks flushing even harder, light headedness washing in, but you bent down to shimmy your blood stained leggings off. When you rose to your full height, your vision sparkled and whirled, making you hold on to the edge of the tub. Strong arms shot around you to hold onto your sides, thick fingers gripped into your ribs.
"Are you alright? Take it slow." There was no hiding the concern his in voice. Yet you panicked as you realized he could see you.
"I don't give a shit. Don't pass out on me." His voice was low, angry. Wobbling in his arms you turned to face him, eye level to his chest. Your hands gripped into his biceps tightly, both a warning and out of imbalance.
"I-I don't-" your head spun.
"Shirt." Doing as he asked you lifted your shirt over your head, vision momentarily going black. He held you against him until you regained yourself, cheek pressed into his firm peck.
"Geral-" He wouldn't listen to your pleas, but you were sure he could feel your embarrassment hot against his skin.
"Stop. Turn." Gingerly he turned you by your shoulders, shocks from his fingers traveled down your spine as he carefully undid the clasps of your bra. Too stunned to speak you just stood there. His fingertips blazing a trail even lower down your back to hook onto your panties, pulling them down over your bare bottox. He gently pushed your thighs backwards, urging you to sit on his shoulder as you stepped one ankle at a time out of them. As he rose to stand behind you, something firm brushed against your lower back. His strong hands came to your bare waist, all but lifting you as he helped you lower yourself into the water. The bubbles rose above your breasts tickling the soft skin of your chest, the bath tub wasn't long enough for you to cover everything unless you bent your knees. Finally able to look up at him you noticed how blown his pupils where as he devoured your frame. Red rushed through your cheeks and down into your neck. Your eyes landed on what had bumped into you just a moment before, a tight flop resonating in your lower belly.
"Fuck. I'm sorry." He spun away from you.
"It's ok," It came out as the faintest of whispers but he heard you.
"No, that was wrong of me. I apologize." Bubbles ran down your forearm to drip off your elbow as you reached up to grab his wrist. He looked down at your slender fingers.
"Don't." Tugging on his wrist until he turned to face you, deftly you grabbed the sponge that sat on the rim, dunking it in the water, and handing it to him. You could tell by the look written on his face that he was fighting to control himself. "Help me." He kneeled beside the tub, the water rippled from his massive frame meeting the floor, and hesitantly took the sponge from your hand. Gently massaging it into your shoulder.
Fluttering your eyes closed you fought to control your heart, that was pounding so hard it reverberated the water.
"I-I... Are you sure?" His breath was shaky, so close to your ear that you could feel it.
"I've only got one good arm," You bumped your shoulders as you tried to play nonchalant, when your skin was melting and heart so close to bursting. His hand and the sponge stayed at your neckline, not daring to go any further. Meeting his wet hand with your own you guided him down to your breasts. The feeling of his eyes were not numb to your skin, even through closed lids you could feel them blazing. He hesitated, until you gave a content sigh. The coarseness from the sponge over your soft nipples made them harden, you gasped as low heat began to pool in your stomach. He pulled away and the sound of the water being squeezed from the sponge peaked your interest, lifting your eyes to look just as he sat the sponge back on the edge. No, please don't stop. You shot him a disheartened look. His large pupils held yours as he put his hand back to the water, fingertips gliding it down your chest causing goosebumps to rise despite the warm water, then firmly cusped your breast. The gasp that left your lips was both shock and pleasure, as he massaged your chest. "Geralt," you whispered, resting your head on the back of the porcelain. He continued his onslaught of gropes until he pinched your taught nipple, drawing a surprised moan from your lips. His eyes had been focused on his work until he heard the sound, he leaned over to devour your lips. Hungrily pushing his tongue past your lips, tasting you. Mouths trying to dominate the others until your lungs burned.
"Tell me to stop and I will," He said hastily before pushing his mouth back into yours and leisurely pulling away once more to start his assault on your neck.
"N-n-no. Don't stop." Pleasure was taking over your body as his hands massaged your breasts and his lips attacked your soft spot. Sucking and biting their way down to your collarbone, his hair tickling your exposed skin. Your good arm came up caress his head, water dripping onto his shoulders. Suddenly his groping hand traveled farther down your body, squeezing each hip leaving a blazing trail behind. His fingertip traced an electrified path between your hips, dipping slightly into your valley. "Geralt what-" He brought his lips to yours against, planting a soft kiss to them.
"Tell me no." He growled against your mouth. But you couldn't. Didn't want to. His hand traveled in-between your legs to massage your mound. Gasps left your lips just as quickly as they were devoured by his. One thick finger separated you and began making soft slow circles around your bundle of nerves. Legs shaking, abdomen writhing with pleasure, as you made the most lewd noises you'd ever heard. Geralts deep growl resonated against your lips, his body pushing up against the side of the bathtub as if he were ready to jump in with you. His hand altered its position, his index finger left your nub momentarily to be replaced by his thumb, as his long middle traveled into your folds. The sensation was so foreign, you moaned loudly into his mouth. A strong tightening forming in your lower abdomen, a coiling of muscles that ached for release. "Oh g-gods, Geralt." His fingertip found your entrance, but didn't instantly enter. Instead, he made slow circles just within the opening combined with the quick circles on your clit. his lips never once left yours until you threw your head back, moans rushing from your lips, and only then did he lean farther into you, sucking on your neck. Making the soft skin turn raw and tender under his teeth. Swiftly he inserted his thick digit into you, causing your back to arch above the water, it sloshed higher up the sides and cascaded off your arched body in a beautiful way. He curled his finger upward. "O-oh fuck!" You couldn't form any other words as your core clamped down onto his finger. His finger pushed up again and you lost all of your control, legs shaking, coil crashing down. "Geralt!" You yelped, pulsing around his finger, coating it, as he slowly pumped into you. Lightheadedness hit you so hard you had to fight for consciousness. Every muscle in your body relaxed, eyes closed and chest heaving. His tongue soothed over the tender bruise he had created. He gave you one more pump of his thick finger making you whimper, and pulled from you.
"Fuck." He growled. You looked up at his face, your own pupils blown just as wide as his. The water tickled your breasts as your chest continued to pant, trying to calm yourself from the high.
"Geralt-" He kissed you, hard but sweet. Right hand resting on your hip, the other cradled around your head. He pulled away, his eyes scanning your face. "W-was that... it?"
He chuckled. "No." His fingers traced soft circles onto your cheek.
"Sure felt like it." He chuckled even harder. Leaning into your ear.
"I have to be inside of you." His teeth grazed your earlobe sending shivers through your entire body.
"I uhm... I do have to go change, though." His eyes ticked away from yours to quickly glance down at himself.
"Yeah." He gave you a smile, canines flashing momentarily. You couldn't help but giggle. "I'll be back." Quickly he planted a kiss to your head and lifted himself from his seat on the floor, headed toward the door. "I-I'm sorry if I... pushed you." His face look saddened.
"No, Geralt..." your cheeks heated. " I want you." His eyes met your face with the same fierceness as before as He let himself out the door. If that felt so good, I wonder what the real thing feels like. Grabbing the sponge again you took your time with cleaning yourself, thoroughly. In case the night took another turn. The beautiful wood paned windows just above the tub gave you an uninterrupted view of the mountainside. The sun sinking lower behind the peak of the mountain, the trees holding the glow that was only intensified by the stark white snow. Dark gray clouds tinted by the light. It was absolutely breathtaking. Winter always had a nostalgic pull to you, never being able to tell what time it was, how cold it was, how quiet. Pealing the soaked bandage from your arm you assessed the damage. Four raw looking tears traveled from your shoulder to your elbow, the skin completely frayed apart. ouch. Though you couldn't feel any pain. The gashes were seeming to already be coming back together, soft scabs starting to form. Those will make a helluva scar. A sharp nock at the door broke your trance. Heart already starting to pick up.
"Geralt?" You called. The door opened just an inch. A bubbly giggling coming from it.
"Noooo, it's sarah." She continued to giggle, "I just have some ointment and bandages for you." Lowering yourself into the water so everything but your feet and neck were concealed with bubbles. Ankles resting on the edge.
"Come in." She slid herself through the door and placed the aids on the countertop. She turned to face you and wiggled her eyebrows. You blushed a deep scarlet, "Oh hush."
"I don't care," She laughed. "He just has to be gentle with you." She leaned herself against the counter. "Do you hurt?"
"No my arm's fine." She erupted with laughter.
"I'm not talking about your arm."
"Oh! No, w-we didn't.. we h-haven't."
"Sure sounded like it," She continued giggling as she let herself out again. Oh good hell Sarah! You're embarrassing! you lowered yourself farther into the water, legs spilling out the other end as you began to wash your hair. Pausing under the surface you listened to your heartbeat. It was still faster than normal, nervous. He's already seen what I've got to give... But what if it's not enough? What if I do something wrong? What if i'm not good at it... what if-. Your internal dialogue was cut off by a pair of yellow eyes looking down at you. Heat rushed through your cheeks, goosebumps raising on your skin. His mouth didn't move but his arms did, reaching down, hands sliding into your hair taking the place of yours. Letting your arms slowly fall back as he massaged your scalp, you closed your eyes and savored the feeling. Soft moans slipping from your lips. Once the shampoo was gone from your hair, he placed a sturdy hand on the back of your neck, helping you sit up. Giving him a dopey look.
"That good huh?" He chuckled and you blushed even harder. He sat down on the side of the tub, an arm dangled over to run his fingertips from your thigh to your calf.
"Geralt... I'm nervous," You confessed.
"About..." You didn't know what to call it. "T-the... mati-"
"Don't be." He took his eyes off of your legs and met yours. "I won't push you." He got up off of the floor and grabbed your towel from the counter. "Whenever you tell me to stop. I'll stop." He reached for your arm and helped you to your unsteady feet, wrapping the towel around your shoulders, trying to keep his eyes on your face. He was being so soft with you, when you first had met him you would've never guessed a man as brutish as him could possess it. You grabbed the edges of the towel and wrapped them around your chest, tucking them in. "I know... I know i'll hurt you." It confused you. He looked down to the floor. Bringing your hand up to his face you lifted his chin, and wrapped your other arm around his neck.
"I don't think you're capable," you said, kissing him gently.
"I'm three times your size (Y/N)." He said lowly against your lips. Shivers ran through your body. You hadn't been thinking of him hurting you in that way. "I will try my best not to tear you apart." He bit your earlobe making your knees go weak, and continued his onslaught of biting to your neck wincing slightly as he nipped the over-sensitive spot. He pulled away from you and turned you in front of the mirror, both of your images reflected as he kissed the hollow of your neck to the top of your shoulder, an angry red/purple hicky inches above. His golden eyes bore at you through the mirror. You took in your small frame in contrast with his, his hair, his smile, his topaz eyes you loved so much. He was an absolute mountain of man, the epitome of the male species, everything about him screamed dominant aggressive male. And you loved it. He shifted his body away from you and grabbed the salve and bandages, gently pushing you back into the counter. His fingers ghosted across the gashes, the only thing you felt was how cold the salve was, and how tightly he wrapped your arm. He caught your eyes and smirked.
"No clothes?" His smirk grew into a grin.
He laughed," You didn't grab clothes"
"Oh shit," the smile faltered as you realized the house hadn't helped you out either. The towel wrapped around you would have to suffice. Quietly you peaked through the door, making sure the hallway was clear. Geralts strong hand came to sit on your hip, pulling you into him as you both left the bathroom.
Before you reached your door your stomach rumbled, earning a cheeky grin from him. "What? Aren't you ever hungry?"
"Not as often as you." It was a jest but it still stung. Grabbing your strength you pushed away from him and walked into your bedroom, marching into your closet. Geralt looked confused. "Did I upset you?" You busied yourself in finding clothes, the door was only half open so you could hear him trying to backpedal. "(Y/N) have you seen how much I actually consume?" The bed creaked and you stayed silent. "I can eat an entire cow in one sitting." Laughter bubbled out of your chest.
"That's not even possible," you opened the closet door the rest of the way. Still wrapped in the damp towel.
"Don't think I didn't notice why you didn't eat your burger the other night. I should've ordered something too instead of eating yours..." Geralt was sat on your bed, looking to the floor.
Giving him a genuine smile you said ," It's okay... I just get really self conscious sometimes... I think it's pretty cute when you stuff your face." Shyly you came out of the closet to stand in front of him.
"Why did you wipe my chin like that?" He looked up at you, something dark swimming in his eyes.
confidence warmed its way into your chest. Slowly you reached out your hands to rest on his broad shoulders as you leaned into him. Planting each knee on either side of his thighs, straddling his lap. "It's not really socially acceptable to throw yourself across a table to lick someone," you whispered. fingers coming to the back of his neck, gently intertwining with his hair.
"Good thing there aren't any social rules here," The confidence in your voice surprised you. He all but snarled. His lips coming to meet yours in a frenzy, tongue parting your lips and dancing with yours. The towel barely clung to your chest and with one swift tug it was gone from your body. Rough fingers traveled up your thigh to dig deliciously into your ass. A moan left your lips as you gently sucked his bottom lip into your mouth. Sucking it hard before biting down. A low beastly growl rumbled out of his chest, as you let your teeth pull away from his lip.
"Fuck. You make this control thing really hard," He said as he Pushed your ass farther onto his lap, his hardened covered length hitting your bare core.
"Let go," You moaned, grasping at the back of his neck.
"Mmm," He groaned into your neck. His canines bit down into the top of your shoulder as he rolled his hips, causing an even louder moan to leave your throat. "I can smell what I do to you." You could feel it, the slickness and the ache that accompanied it. The carnal need to feel him. Lightly you began to trail an arm in-between your bodies, angling it just underneath you as you groped his hard covered length.
"No one has ever made me feel this way Geralt." His eyes were shut and neck held back as he groaned. Your hand left him and instead grabbed the bottom of his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. He took the initiative and pulled it off, a gasp leaving your lips and immediately planting them onto his chest. Nipping and licking across his pecs. Strong hands groped your ass, then your hips, fingers digging possessively into your skin no doubt leaving small bruises in their wake.
"For as long as I live, you are mine," He snarled. You rolled your hips down into him eliciting an animalistic grunt. His arms Tightened around your waist as he stood up with you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he effortlessly turned you both to gently lay you down. Biceps coiling around you. Even with your back into the sheets you still locked your ankles together, pinning him closer into you. His mouth found your collar bone and traveled lower, tongue igniting a path down to your breasts. You gasped as his mouth left open wet kisses over your nipple, gently holding it in-between his teeth as his tongue flicked back and forth. The sensation made your toes curl and your nails dig into the thick muscles of his back.
"G-Geralt!" You arched into him, pushing his face closer and he wound an arm under your back crushing you into him. His mouth left, only to do the same to other. You bucked your hips up into him and were rewarded with finding his incredibly firm cock. Completely erect nestled in-between your thighs. The immense irritation you felt for his sweatpants painted your face. Letting your heel find the waist of his pants, you desperately tried to kick them off. You only half succeeded, getting them down his perfect ass. He chuckled against you, his free arm momentarily leaving you to agilely pull them down.
"So needy." He rolled his hips into you. The hardened skin making contact with your aching center, sliding in-between your slick. An obscene moan bellowed from you. Geralt pulled away, coming to meet your eyes. "Are you sure?" He licked his lips, and the act alone made you want to scream.
"Devour me." Your lips sloppily crashed into his, teeth clashing and tongues swirling together. He grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you up onto him to sit on his lap. Your curiosity pulled you from his lips as you glanced down in-between your bodies. Oh good gods. He was generously large. Pressed up against his abdomen in-between your thighs, leaking. His hand started low and gingerly traveled up your body, gently wrapping around your throat to hold the back of your neck. He kissed you, sweetly slow, full of unsaid emotions.
"If it's too much, We'll stop," his words came out breathy.
"I want this Geralt," You whispered. His free hand came from your hip down to your core. Blazing yellow eyes searching yours as he gently parted your folds. His name bubbled from your lips as he inserted his finger, slowly pumping it in and out of you. The warmth in your lower stomach grew ever more intense, the aching unbearable as you gripped his finger. He pulled out of you and grabbed your hips with both hands. Lifting you ever so slightly to hover above his girthy length.
"Go slow," he said huskily. You planted your hands on his shoulders as you rested your forehead against his, and lowered yourself onto him. His precum slicked tip entered into you accompanied with a dull burn. You threw your head back, cries of his name scratched out from your throat. He hadn't even entered you half way before you had to stop, letting your narrow walls adjust around his hard cock. Shudders raked through your body as every fiber of you tried to relax yourself around him. A massive hand wound itself around the back of your neck to push you into his lips, the tender sweet kiss urging you to unwind . Slowly you lowered yourself onto him completely, clenching him incredibly tight. He groaned against your lips as you stilled, letting yourself fully adjust. As your legs relaxed he slid even deeper, a sharp pain accompanying with just how deep he sat inside of you, tearing your Heiman.
"A-ah, G-Geralt!" you gasped into his open mouth, as he groaned into yours. Your walls fluttered around him as the pain began to dull.
"Shh. It's okay. Relax." His hands held your neck, as he planted soft kisses to your full lips. His low grunts slipping past. His arm came to hold you, lifting you up as you supported yourself on your knees, leaning fully into his broad chest. He slowly rolled his hips up into you, fingers simultaneously tightening around the back of your neck.
"Oh Go-Geralt." He filled every single spot inside of you, all the way to your cervix. Tears brimmed your eyes from its intensity. Geralts calm control seemed to break. His still slow thrusts became powerful, deeper, leaving you to cling to his shoulders as your mind went dumb. Each time pounding that sweet spot inside of you. He lowered you to the bed, still on his knees before you as he lifted your hips from the mattress. His hips stopped rolling, and started snapping, completely bottoming himself out inside of you. You could feel your breasts bouncing as your insides were rearranged. Pornographic moans sloppily shrieked from your swollen lips. The coil in your stomach was wound so tight you thought you'd shatter from the tension.
"look at me," He growled. and you complied. His pupils massive with desire as he took in the sight of you. He leaned over you to catch your lips, bracing himself up on his thick forearm, his other hand still firm on your hip holding you in place as he firmly fucked into you. This new position somehow drew him in even deeper, slamming against your sweet spot with every hunger driven fuck from his insatiable hips. You could feel yourself clamp around his cock even tighter as the coil inside threatened to tear. You were completely impaled by him. The lewd sounds of skin on skin and animalistic groans of your name filled your ears. Finger nails digging into the flesh of his muscled back. "You f-feel so fucking good," he grunted into your ear. Gently biting your lobe. "you take me so well (Y/N)." The coil was so taught you swear you'd fall apart, accompanied with the relentless hammer of your heart. "Made just for me." His next thrust was so deep and so hard you screamed. Nails breaking the skin on his rolling shoulders, the flexing of your thighs pulling him closer. "Mine!" He howled.
"G-geral- I Oh god." Your mind was hazy, you couldn't think or feel anything aside from the pure pleasure this mountain of a man was giving you. How well he filled you, how deep inside of you he sat. Your mind and your senses completely filled with Geralt. He shifted your positions once again, fucking up into you as you straddled him. His arms and hips did all the work as he drilled into your sweet spot, leaving you only to cling to his neck. Unbreakably thrusting into you again and again until all you could do was blindly scream his name. The warm feeling of yourself spilled down your thighs. You couldn't take much more. He bit down into your shoulder stifling a loud moan, as he pulled himself out of you and pushed himself into you strongly, til you took every last inch of him. The reverberation in his bass groans sent shivers throughout your body. Combined with the hard deep thrust into you, your coil finally snapped. Clenching around him achingly tight as you squirted all over his lap.
"Fuck, (Y/N)"He shouted as his hips stuttered, pumping all he had up into you with his release. Pulsing in tune with your contractions.
It happened, all at the same time.
The dark waves lapped against the rocks, violently, unable to move them. Angry dark-grey clouds overhead began to calm and soften, parting for the bright... white... yellow... Stars. Billions of beautiful blinking stars in a vastly multicolored galaxy. Sewing their way across the black rift that was the milky way, seemingly trying to pull it all together. A sudden weight. Grabbing your boot and yanking you back down to the earths surface as everything crashed and burned around you. Buildings crumbling at your now bare feet. Weeds thriving throughout man made paths. Green grass settling between your toes. The same angry waves as before were now calm, a beautiful blue-green hue lapping against the smooth sand. Sifting the sediment until there was raw... Gold. Gold that seemed to sear your eyes and ease your heart. Gold, Tethering you... to only him. You were no longer a singular person. A single soul. Your life was no longer just about you. Every fiber of being was engrained with his. Dedicate, protect, nurture, love. Souls entwined for eternity.
"Geralt," You choked out. Tears unknowingly spilling down your cheeks. The lightheaded feeling made you dizzy, but as long as you felt his skin you could stay grounded. His forehead was pressed into yours as his arms tightly held you against him, shaking. Your own body shook violently while still contracting him into your core. He fell to the side, dragging you into the pillows with him. Vision blurry and hands trembling as you brought your fingertips to his face. His eyelids were closed but you noticed the clear shining liquid running down his cheek, falling from his sharp jaw. "Geralt?" You whispered close to his lips. His eyes snapped open and you saw the most vibrant gold burning within them. A shallow gasp left your lips.
"I love you." His voice was the deepest you'd ever heard it. "I love you," He said again. His lips finding yours, softly molding them to his. "Fuck. I Never thought I'd find you." The sound of his voice alone made your tears fall faster. Everything was different, heightened. Intense. He moved his hips in an attempt to be closer to you, even though there was no possible way, and you moaned. You were delectably swollen; lips, core, breasts. He stiffened inside you. Leg swung over his hip, as he held you to his chest. Reverently pushing his hips into you. "I love you," His lips came to your jaw. Planting soft open-mouthed kisses. You closed your eyes, soaking him in, committing him to memory. Gently he slid out of you, and eased himself back in, gently petting your g-spot.
"I- I love you, Geralt." Your Arms tightened around his neck pushing his mouth into you. A new coil tightened low inside of you. more extreme this time, instantly almost there. His arm snaked up your back to wrap into your hair, raking your scalp. He rolled into you one more time, and grunted. You could feel him pulsing into you, warmth once again rushing to coat your insides.
"(Y/N)." He groaned. The stutter from his hips only nudged him deeper. the feeling of being so full with him pushed your orgasm to gently fall. Quiet moans being devoured by his lips. Your bodies couldn't get any closer, but still you wrapped yourself into him. Every muscle in your body ached, skin still alight, bones filled with an exhaustion you'd never experienced before. At some point you realized you were both still crying. As he pet your hair from your face and caressed your cheeks.
"I love you." You whispered into his chest.
"Forever." His low voice was the last thing you felt vibrate through you as the waves of exhaustion took you both under.
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A/N: Hey! I hope ya’ll are enjoying this! Don’t be afraid to message me anything! I would really enjoy some feedback to know how i’m doing. This is my first seriosu fic and i plan on it being quite lengthy. The next few chapters might take a while for me to roll out, i have them all planned just need to put them down. I am going through some ‘hard-times’ bullshit, so the next chapter might not be out for a week or two. But i promise you, this is not the juiciest chapter!! I plan on this fic being at the least 20 parts long, but i struggle with getting them below 4K words so we’ll see together! Thank you guys so so much for reading, i really appreciate it. I love being able to make my crazy dream into a story!