Make-up and Makeout
Summary: you and your biker bf have had an argument and talk things through and now there's a comforting silence between you two.
However, he does the grand mistake to of going out on a late night ride without you backpacking and for that–you get him back.
CW: pushed against the wall, handj0b, cvm licking, kiss denial.
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It's been hours since the argument, though you've both communicated through it, you and him needed some time away from each other to let the air settle.
It was nighttime, both of you have had dinner together in comforting silence.
You were putting away dishes in the kitchen when you hear his keys jingle.
Peering out, you see him in complete biker gear, helmet on, a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath it and black pants.
"Be back in an hour" he announces, exiting the apartment and locking the door behind him.
--------an hour later---------
You were waiting by the door when your hear the tell-tale noise of his keys clanking against each other; and before he could unlock the door you open it and pull him in.
With a firm grasp on the collar of his unzipped leather jacket, you pull him in and push him up against the wall; your actions pulling a surprised shriek out of him.
"I thought you needed some space that's why I-"
He tries explaining himself; but that's not what you needed from him right now. That outfit of his made you forget every minor frustration you had towards that man.
Your hands trail down his torso, you smile smugly when you feel his muscles tense under your blistering touch.
You caress his effortlessly hot happytrail and he whimpers.
An explanation was not what you needed from him at the moment, and he could see it in your gaze.
Your hands trail lower and stop at the waistband of his pants, pawing at the belt.
He understands and obeys immediately, his shaky gloved hands undoing his belt in a frenzy–letting it fall to the floor; boxers along with it.
His breath hitches in his throat when your hands keep teasing around but not where he needs it.
"Please" he whimpers breathlessly; not knowing himself what he's begging for.
"Please let me kiss you" he begs with his helmet still on. The tinted visor was up.
He could see the answer in your intense gaze and it makes him whine.
Your gentle hands wrap around him, stroking him with a pathetically slow pace; eliciting a muffled moan.
Slowly you build up your pace, taking joy in the way he looses himself in your touch.
"B-baby please–I need more" he whines, tugging at your wrist; his eyes silently begging for more.
You dip your head in the crook of his neck, sucking and marking the skin there.
He shakes under the overwhelming sensations, chanting your name at the way your hand sped up.
His knees buckle and threaten to give out under him as you kiss, nibble and lick at his neck.
This man was a sucker for neck kisses and you were abusing that knowledge to your very best.
You knew he was close with the way he was letting out broken moans and gasps.
"That's it darling, let go f'me" you purr looking into his eyes only to find it rolled back in pure ecstasy.
His brows furrow and his head cocks back as you finally tip him over the edge, he rides out his orgasm by giving your fist a few pathetic thrusts.
The evidence of his pleasure covers your hand and somehow also lands on his jacket.
While he's still lost in the throes of pleasure, you bring your hand upto your mouth and lick it clean.
He's still breathing shakily, trying to compose himself when you slip his helmet off.
"That'll teach you to never go on late night rides without me" you say; cutely kissing the tip of his nose before finally capturing his lips on yours–muffling the moan that he lets out upon tasting himself on your tongue.
A/n: THE DAYYYY I GET A BIKER!HUSBAND IT'S OVER FOR YOU BITCHES AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
