mentions: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), praise kink, soft dom!peeta, fem!reader, aftercare, post mockingjay
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The bakery is quiet this evening, the last of the day’s warmth lingering in the air as Peeta finishes closing up. Flour dusts his hands, and there’s a soft smile on his lips when he turns to you, locking the door behind him. You’ve been helping out all day, but really, you’ve just been stealing glances at him, his strong arms kneading dough, the way his brow furrows in concentration. It’s moments like these that make everything feel almost normal again.
He catches you staring, and his eyes soften, that rich brown pulling you in. “What are you thinking about?” he asks, voice gentle as he steps closer, wiping his hands on his apron before untying it.
You shrug, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “Just you.”
Peeta chuckles, low and warm, and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is careful, always so careful with you. “Yeah? Good things, I hope.”
“Always,” you whisper, leaning into his hand.
He doesn’t waste time after that. His lips find yours in a soft kiss that quickly deepens, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the strength in his grip, the way he holds you like you’re something precious. It makes your heart race, but it’s the words he murmurs against your skin that really undo you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, trailing kisses down your neck. “So perfect for me.”
A shiver runs through you at the praise, and he notices, pulling back just enough to look at you with a knowing smile. “You like that, don’t you? When I tell you how good you are.”
You nod, biting your lip, and he hums in approval, guiding you toward the back room where a small cot is set up for late nights. He lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to undress you, piece by piece.
“Look at you,” he says softly, his fingers tracing over your skin. “All mine. So gorgeous.”
The words make you melt, your body responding eagerly as he kneels between your legs. He takes his time, kissing along your thighs, his breath hot against you. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promises, and then his mouth is on you, slow and deliberate.
You gasp, arching into him, and he praises you through it. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. You’re doing so well.”
His tongue works you expertly, building you up until you’re trembling, and every time you moan, he rewards you with more words. “Taste so sweet. So perfect for me. Good girl, just like that.”
It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone, crying out his name, and he holds you through it, murmuring how proud he is, how amazing you are.
When you catch your breath, he’s hovering over you, shedding his own clothes. His body is solid, scarred but beautiful, and you reach for him, pulling him down. He slides into you slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch is perfect.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, burying his face in your neck. “So tight, so good for me.”
He starts moving, steady and deep, each thrust accompanied by whispers in your ear. “Taking me so well. My beautiful girl. You love this, don’t you? Love being praised while I fuck you.”
“Yes,” you whimper, clinging to him, the words fueling the heat building again.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me again, sweetheart. Show me how good I make you feel.”
And you do, shattering around him as he follows soon after, filling you with a final, “So perfect. All mine.”
Afterward, he cleans you up with a warm cloth, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. He pulls you into his arms on the cot, stroking your hair until you’re drifting off, safe and loved.
Something I think about a lot in the hunger games movies is the way younger Peeta's hair is brunette.
You know, the scene where he throws Katniss the bread? Why is his hair brown?
Does he bleach it? And if so, why?? He went through the trauma of the hunger games and came home like "hold up lemme touch up my roots"??
Or did younger Peeta just dye his brown?? Or am I insane and his hair was just supposed to be, like, wet or something and that's why it was dark?
Anyways please give me your thoughts on bottle blonde Peeta it's driving me crazy thanks 🙏
Anon I have incredible news about my thoughts on Bottle Blonde Peeta™️
I actually somehow forgot to bring this point up though because you're right. I don't- how-
Like, listen. I'm a dirty blonde naturally and if an iota of oil gets on that shit it looks like the blackest brown I've ever seen. But my god, he ain't even wet! (RIP Josh Hutcherson, you got did done so fucking dirty that entire series and you were so nice about it. You would've loved wigs. Good on you for getting one in that end scene.)
No but honestly, I like- okay. I love the idea that after Peeta gets out of the first Hunger Games, finds out Katniss was lying about her feelings and just storms to the town beautyshop like "I need brows and lowlights, fucking stat." Because his 'Catching Fire' was was scrumptitiyumyum in the most Bottle Blonde Peeta™️ sense imaginable. I literally was talking about this series with my bestie who's a hairdresser yesterday and according to her, Peeta's untoned, noodle poodle hate crime ass with the dark as my demon soul at 9 o'clock on a Sunday morning ass roots is a punishment from the Capitol for his bullshit and a lack of care on the part of District 13.
But circling back to 'Catching Fire,' it is canon in my heart and soul that Peeta poured his heart out to Delly about his latest traumas in his sparkling new bomb ass bathroom while she dyed his roots and tinted his brows to show he's an independent man who ain't need no Katniss. (While sobbing to Taylor Swift about how much he wants Katniss.) Which lead to him just having the worst dye job for the rest of the series until he finally stops fucking with it after he marries Katniss. (He would be such a hair guy, I'm sorry.)
(I also adore the idea that Peeta eventually stops tinting his brows one time because he feels like he's too old for that shit only to recieve a bottle of Just For Men in the mail that is clearly from Haymitch. He could've just walked over here and given it to him that way, but that would've required seeing Browless Peeta™️ and he's had enough trauma for one life.)
✩ Warnings: mentions of overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, sex toys, male receiving and gender-neutral receiving oral sex, and marking/biting, gender-neutral reader, events are set before the 74th hunger games ✩
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Aftercare
Peeta is the best at aftercare hands down. He has a mini-fridge full of snacks, juice boxes, and water bottles for after. A jar of your favorite scented lotion is already being warmed up for you on a mug warmer on the nightstand. Peeta gathers you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom, drawing up a warm bath. Afterward, he wraps you up in a fluffy towel, toweling you off and drying your hair.
If you’re too tired for a full-on bath, Peeta will clean you up with a warm washcloth and lotion you up while you’re still in bed. Don’t worry about falling asleep; he takes it as a compliment that you feel comfortable enough to sleep around him while he takes care of you.
Body Part
His favorite part of your body is your eyes. He loves to stare into them, no matter what it is he’s doing. Peeta holds your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheekbones as he loses himself in your eyes. He loves your face in general, he can’t help but ogle at how beautiful you are.
Peeta’s favorite part of his own body has to be his hands. All of his talents come out through them, leaving thick callouses on his palms. Peeta will spend hours on cake designs, giving him a steady hand for other activities as well. His wrists are thick with corded muscle too; the veins along his forearm becoming incredibly defined when he flexes. Peeta is very detail-oriented, so his deft, nimble fingers come in handy quite often.
Cum
He will always wear a condom when he has sex with you, regardless of whether you’re able to have children or not. Taking into account the limited amount of alone time you two have together, using a condom is not only safer, but it’s also more practical as well.
But, in a perfect world, Peeta would love to cum all over your tummy. His hands pressed gently against your stomach right under your ribs, his fingers framing your cute belly. It didn’t take long for Peeta’s thrusts to grow erratic, the established rhythm he had set flying right out of the window. Right when he reached his peak, Peeta pulled out and jerked himself off, his orgasm hitting his senses like a freight train. His face was scrunched up with pleasure, eyebrows knitted together as he rode out the intense shock waves.
Covering you in his cum stirred something inside Peeta that he just can’t ignore.
Dirty Secret
Peeta’s dirty little secret is that he has a possessive streak, especially when it comes to you. He isn’t toxic about it, but he’ll get jealous when he sees another man talking to you for too long for his own comfort. If he’s able to, Peeta will leave dark hickeys along both columns of your neck, or he’ll kiss all over your face in a crowded area. He hates it when he catches other guys checking you out at the market; it makes his blood boil.
Experience
Peeta has had little to no experience at all when it comes to dating, relationships, let alone sex. This poor boy barely gets enough hugs to function every day. So when you two start dating, he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. The first time you hold his hand, he blushes so hard you’d think he was holding his breath. Spoiler alert: he was.
Favorite Position
He doesn’t have a big preference on position; as long as he gets to see your face, he’s happy. Sure, he likes hitting it from the back like any guy but seeing your face contort and scrunch in pleasure really gets him going. Peeta loves to watch his cock slide in and out of you, smirking at the slutty noises you make. More often than not, Peeta chooses to lay flat on top of you, his deep thrusts making you shiver and drag your nails down his back.
Goofy
Peeta really isn’t the biggest fan of serious sex, with long, drawn-out scenes that leave very few opportunities for some lightheartedness. He likes to smile and make you laugh, even when he’s balls deep inside of you <3
Hair
Since he’s rather inexperienced, Peeta never thought twice about doing anything with his hair down there. If you don’t have a problem with a bush, then he’ll keep it how it is. But if you find it a bit unruly, Peeta’ll trim it up for you without a second thought. He won’t be completely shaven, but it will definitely be a lot shorter and neater than it was originally.
Intimacy
If you think his aftercare is romantic, you’ll be blown away during the actual sex part. His main priority is to make you feel good, which he does a hundred times over. Peeta loves to make you feel like you’re the sexiest human on Earth, which he does a good job of doing. He’ll decorate the bed with rose petals and vanilla-scented incense, and that’s just a normal day! Imagine what he’ll do for an important day, like Valentine's Day or your anniversary.
Jack Off
Peeta doesn’t have that high of a sex drive, to be honest. Before he met you, he’d jerk off maybe twice every other week. But now that he has you, he has a higher sex drive by a lot. You’ll go maybe two days without touching him like that, and he starts to get needy and antsy for some relief. When he gets like that, Peeta really enjoys getting blowjobs from you.
Kinks
Peeta isn’t the kinkiest person in the world since he prefers the more vanilla side of sex, but he does have his fair share of kinks. He really has a thing for dirty talk mixed with praise and biting. When he’s close to cumming, his hands move down to your waist and pin it to the mattress to keep you from wiggling around too much. Peeta grunts and moans into your ear as his orgasm gets closer and closer. He’ll bite at the shell of your ear and leave hickeys down the column of your throat.
Location
His favorite location is the bedroom or the couch. It gives him the maximum amount of romantic potential. That, and he doesn’t like public sex or semi-public sex, so he wouldn’t want to risk being caught by anyone. Why not put Peeta’s insanely comfortable bed to good use?
Motivation
Peeta thinks it’s really fucking hot when you’re doing things you love/things you’re passionate about. He sees you doing something in the living room, and he falls even more in love with you than he already is. He’ll come up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. He presses soft kisses to your ear and cheek as his thumbs rub circles into your skin.
No
He’s open to most things, but he refuses to do anything that could possibly hurt you. He physically cannot do it. One time, you started crying about how good it felt, and Peeta stopped everything because he thought he was hurting you. He resumed after you explained to him that they were happy tears, but it didn’t make Peeta like the sight of you crying underneath him.
Oral
Oral is one of Peeta’s favorite parts of sex. He loves it when you go down on him; it makes him feel overwhelmed in the best possible way. Peeta’s size is nothing to sneeze at, however. He’s slightly above average in length, but he more than makes up for it in girth. This man is thick. The first couple of times you take him in your mouth, you have to use your hands since you can’t take him all the way yet. Once you grow more comfortable, Peeta holds onto your hair like a handle; but won’t forcefully bob your head if you don’t want him to.
When it’s Peeta’s turn to go down on you, honey, you better have nothing to do for the rest of the day because this man can give oral for literal hours. It doesn’t matter what he was in the middle of doing; if you offer, he’ll drop everything to drag you to the bedroom. Peeta will hold down your hips and force you to cum on his face or down his throat over and over again.
Pace
Peeta enjoys soft, slow, gentle sex the most, but when he’s close to cumming, his thrusts will turn hard and punishing. He asks you if you’re okay for what feels like a thousand times, but he just has to make sure you’re enjoying it all the way through. Peeta will be asking you how you’re enjoying; you’re having trouble responding because of how good you’re feeling.
Quickie
If you want to blow him before work, he’s not gonna say no. But a quick round of sex? Not his thing. If Peeta’s gonna fuck you, he’s gonna do it right. And to do it right, he’ll need a good couple of hours.
Risk
Peeta is not a fan of risky sex, so no fucking in a broom closet for this guy. He’ll experiment with some things in the comfort and privacy of his home, but nothing will be able to convince him to do anything of the sort somewhere that could land him in a lot of trouble.
Stamina
This man has enough stamina for three men; it’s fucking insane. He can last for hours. Sometimes, one round for him could last a minimum of an hour and a half. You best be ready, ‘cause Peeta will leave you good and melted by the time he’s done with you. You’ll be a shaking, moaning mess underneath him, causing him to stroke your cheekbone and coo at you, condescendingly asking, “Is my baby alright, hm? Did I break you?”
Toys
You’ll have to be the one to ask him to use toys on you, but once he understands what exactly you want to do, he’ll be all for it. He really likes to overstimulate you with a vibrator. Seeing you squirm and moan and beg to cum gets him rock hard and leaking in a millisecond.
Unfair
Peeta really enjoys teasing you, but he’ll do it during sex rather than doing it during foreplay. He doesn’t like to hold sex from you until you beg; it seems cruel to him. And seeing you gasp and whimper as you try to respond to his teasing while he’s balls deep inside of you is much better, in his opinion.
Volume
He isn’t loud, but he isn’t quiet, either. He’ll get louder when he’s about to cum, though. Peeta is really more chatty than anything. He likes to talk while he makes love to you. Granted, you’re usually too busy moaning to respond, but he’ll talk to you regardless. His incessant chatter is somewhat of a turn-on, surprisingly enough. Peeta will be mumbling in your ear about how good you feel, how tight you are, so just hearing it will make sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine.
Wild Card
Being an artist, Peeta strives to be able to paint all sorts of things. Still lifes, plants, animals, you name it. So it didn’t come to much surprise when he asks to paint you one day, but there was a catch. Peeta wanted to paint you naked. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, so you let him. Let’s just say there’s more than one painting of you naked in the house. Peeta says that these paintings are his favorite out of everything he’s ever painted. He calls the collection “My Sun and Stars”
X-Ray
Peeta’s size is nothing to sneeze at. He’s slightly above average, around 6 ½ inches in length, maybe 7 depending on how hard he is. (Around 16.5 and 17.7 centimetres). But where Peeta really excels is in his girth. This man is a fucking monster. When he’s hard, his cock can easily be 5 inches around. You don’t know what you got yourself into, but you definitely won’t be coming out of it walking, that’s for sure. (Around 12.7 cm).
Yearning
Even with the higher sex drive he has after you two started dating, Peeta knows how to control it. He enjoys his quiet date nights at home with you, so he won’t let a boner get in the way of that. You two have a healthy sex life; he doesn’t need to pound you into the mattress every night. Sometimes, dinner, a movie, and a board game are enough to fill that yearning inside of him.
Zzzz
Peeta doesn’t fall asleep that quickly after sex. He has to make sure you’re well taken care of before he can even think of falling asleep. Before he can crawl under the covers, he has to complete a personal checklist of aftercare activities which include: getting two bottles of water, a healthy snack if you’re hungry, cleaning you up (then himself after), changing the sheets if needed, rub lotion into anything that’s sore on you, and last but not least, turn off all of the lights. After they’re all done, he crawls into bed with you to either watch an episode or two of TV with you or fall right asleep.
peeta hc fluff and smut - prompts by @joshfutturman dividers by @steddiecameraroll
Peeta Mellark, who holds your legs up while he's deep inside you, thrusting and looking into your eyes to make sure you're doing okay and that he's not hurting you.
Peeta Mellark, who makes sure he wakes up before you, about an hour or so ahead to make you breakfast, knows how you are when you first wake up.
Peeta Mellark, who marks you as his, covering you in hickies and scratches. God, he'd love to see the look on everyone's face after he just made you his.
Peeta Mellark, who can't stand to see anyone look at you, believes only his eyes should be able to see you.
Peeta Mellark who grunts soft words to you during sex, asking simple things like "are you doing okay?", "fuck you're so amazing", "you were made for me"
Peeta Mellark who gifts you simple things, like a nice notebook or a new blanket, just so he can see the look on your face. He loves when he can get you nice things.
Peeta Mellark who aches for your touch, the thought of your mouth on him s enough to almost make him loose all control.
Peeta mellark who comforts you after a bad dream, soothing you back to sleep afterwards.
Peeta Mellark who runs his fingers through your hair as he fucks you, loving the intimacy it brings.
tags : 18+, nsfw, smut, throat fucking, rough oral with aftercare, soft dom peeta, praise kink, possessiveness, post-mockingjay setting, no protection mentioned (wrap it up irl)
word count : 1.3k
a/n been a while since i’ve wrote a peeta so i hope the hunger game girlies love this one. soft dom peeta gets me every time (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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The soft glow of the bakery lamp bathes Peeta’s face in warm light, highlighting the rich brown of his eyesdeep like fresh earth after rain. It’s late, the kind of quiet that settles over District 12 like a blanket, but inside, the air hums with unspoken tension. You’ve been playful all day, your touches lingering a little too long while he works the dough, your whispers brushing his ear like secrets. He’s been patient, but now? Now his gaze holds that quiet intensity, the one that says he’s ready to claim what’s his.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day, you know that?” Peeta’s voice is soft, a gentle rumble that sends shivers down your spine. His hands, rough and calloused from working, on your waist, guiding you back against the counter with care. The wood presses into your hips, but his touch is warm, reassuring. He searches your eyes, those brown depths full of affection mixed with hunger.
“I couldn’t help it,” you admit, voice breathy as your fingers trail up his arms, feeling the strength beneath his shirt. “You look so good when you’re focused.”
He smiles, soft and knowing, one hand cupping your cheek. His thumb strokes your skin tenderly. “I love that about you how you can’t keep your hands off me. But now it’s my turn, okay? Let me take care of you.” His words wrap around you like a promise, and you nod, melting under his gaze.
“Open up for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his thumb gently parting your lips. You do, trusting him completely, and he slips it inside, letting you suck softly. His eyes darken, but there’s no rushjust appreciation. “That’s my girl. So good for me already.”
He withdraws his thumb, trailing it down your chin, and undoes his belt slowly, giving you time to anticipate. When he frees himself, he’s hard and ready, the sight making your mouth water. He strokes once, his touch deliberate, eyes never leaving yours. “You want this? Want to make me feel good?”
“Yes, Peeta,” you whisper, sinking to your knees without him needing to ask. The floor is cool and dusted with flour, but his hand in your hair is gentle, fingers threading through like he’s savoring the feel.
“Look at me, baby.” You do, meeting those warm brown eyes that hold so much love, even in this heated moment. He guides himself to your lips, tapping gently. “We’ll go slow at first. Tell me if it’s too much.” He pushes in carefully, letting you adjust to his size, the taste of him filling your senses.
You hum around him, and he sighs, a soft sound of pleasure. “Feels amazing. You’re doing so well.” His praise washes over you, encouraging as he starts to move, gentle thrusts, his hand steady in your hair, not pulling but guiding. You relax, taking him deeper, and he whispers encouragements the whole time.
“That’s it, just like that. You’re perfect.” His voice is husky, but tender, brown eyes locked on yours as he watches every reaction. When you gag softly, he pauses, thumb brushing your cheek. “Easy, sweetheart. Breathe through it. You’ve got this.” He waits until you’re ready, then continues, deeper now but always checking in with a look, a soft word.
“You’re mine, you know?” he says, possessiveness laced with affection, not aggression. “Love seeing you like this, all for me.” His hips move steadily, the wet sounds intimate in the quiet space, but he never pushes too hard. it’s about connection, about you giving and him cherishing.
Deeper still, and you feel him hit the back of your throat, but his touch remains soft, reassuring. “So beautiful, taking me so deep. I’m so lucky.” The words make you glow, even as tears prick your eyes from the stretch. He wipes them away gently, murmuring, “Almost there, baby. You feel incredible.”
His rhythm builds, but it’s controlled, loving. “Gonna come soon. Swallow if you can, okay? But only if you want.” You nod, eager, and with a few more thrusts, he tenses, spilling into your mouth with a low groan. Hot and salty, you swallow around him, drawing out his pleasure until he’s spent.
He pulls out carefully, helping you to your feet immediately, arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. “Come here,” he says softly, pressing kisses to your forehead, your cheeks. “You were amazing. How’s your throat? Need water?”
You nod, voice a little raspy, and he grabs a glass from the shelf, filling it quickly. “Drink up, sweetheart.” He watches you sip, hand rubbing your back in soothing circles. “I love you so much. Thank you for that.”
Once you’re steady, he scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you toward the stairs. “Now, let’s get upstairs. It’s your turnI want to make you feel just as good.” His brown eyes sparkle with promise, soft and devoted, and you lean into him, knowing he’s always true to his word. .
can u do something for peeta? :3 btw i love the stuff u write already :)
alright the peeta peer pressure has gotten to me, highly requested peeta mellark smut and fluff headcanons
both characters are over 18. post movie
bread boy hc’s 🍰🥯
🍰- he talks you through it, fucking you senseless as he holds your legs up and places kisses on the inside of your thigh. muttering things like “so good” , “perfect” , “so pretty” into the softness of your skin. he lets you know how good you feel around him as he thrusts into you like you’ll disappear if he stops.
🥯- he’s very affectionate towards you. never stops kissing you and clinging onto you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. he’s so lucky to have you.
🍰- he always cums inside, watching you leak his cum always mesmerized him. after he pulls out he shoves his calloused thumb inside you and pushes it back in, causing you to gasp everytime although it’s a routine.
🥯- loves the thought of growing old with you, having kids, and raising them. he often thinks about how amazing it would be to have their kids look at you two and say “my parents really love eachother.” it’s all he could want.
🍰- he has fantasies of fucking you in public, having everybody watch how good you take him, how perfect your moans are, and how you’re his. he thinks about having you walk around with his cum dripping down your leg. he has wet dreams about it often.
🥯- he made a mixtape for you, he knows it’s cheesy and all romantic. he got embarrassed when giving it to you but when you loved it he got all confident even though he was screaming on the inside in fear you wouldn’t like it.
🍰- he gets pussy drunk inside you, blabbering utter nonsense in your ear as he cums deep inside you, he fucks you slow and rough. his fingernails indent into your hips hard enough to leave bruises come morning.
a/n : “can you write more peeta” “you don’t post for peeta” “can you write for peeta” “we need more peeta” LISTEN IM WORKING ON IT PLS BELIEVE ME
tags : peeta mellark, peeta x reader, peeta mellark x reader, peeta mellark smut, gender neutral reader, no gender specified, anon requested, pubic hair mentioned, hole are being used, big bick peeta moment
there’s one thing about peeta that everybody knows: he fucks good and hard. of course it’s not your favorite that people know dick boyfriend is good in bed…but hell, if you get dick like that every night; who the hell cares
peeta comes home in a rush, after a long shift he needs the release of you sucking him into your tightness. just the thought alone makes him shiver and almost cum in his pants
out of all the people he’s been with, you’re the only one who can fuck him dry and he never complains.
peeta bursts into the room, seeing you on the couch reading some fuckass book you got as a gift. he looks over at you and practically pounces on you, covering your neck in kisses and love bites. god, is making bread that stressful? you have to question as your mind fills with blurs.
“you have no fuckin clue how badly i needed this baby…” he says, voice harsh and eyes dark with lust you’ve only seen in exaggerated movies.
“bad day?” you moan, his teeth sinking into your neck. the way your soft skin bruises under his control shakes him, turning him on even more than he thought was possible. he hums into your neck lazily, already drunk on you before he even has a taste.
you start to strip for him, pulling your shirt and shorts off. his eyes have a new hunger in them; the taste of your release flooding memories into his brain.
you spread out for him, laying on your back on the lumpy couch. the way his body looks above you is something out of a renaissance painting, and god is it beautiful.
his hands roam around your body, feeling every withering inch of your plush skin. his calloused hands leave soft scratches along your thighs, parting them for him.
he strips his belt off, filling the room with a “whip” noise that turns you on ben more than peetas neediness,
as his pants come down his boxers strain with a tent, aching to be let out and touched. you take his boxer elastic and hook your fingers in the hem, pulling them down.
his dick springs out and it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen; red, hot and dripping with precum. he sucks his teeth as the cold air hits him, his pretty dick just begging to be touched.
you spread your legs for him and he groans, seeing you drip for him gives him all the encouragement. he slips himself inside of you and a guttural moan escapes him.
“fuck you’re so tight” he whimpers, moving back and forth to get a steady pace while also keeping mind of where your gspot is.
“fuck you’re so big” you reply, gasping in surprise. this isn’t the first, second, or even the tenth time you’ve had sex with him but the excitement never leaves, every time feels new.
he starts thrusting in and out of you harder, loosing control of his pace. you cry out in pleasure, tears dripping down your cheek from how intense it all is.
“f-fuuck” he moans loudly, keeping his hands around your hips as he sees the mess you are, the mess he made, his mess. peeta can never get enough of seeing you fucked out for him
his dick twitches inside your tight hole and his movements speed up faster than you thought they could, racing in and out of you just destined for his pubic hair to leave a burn on your subtle skin.
you’re clenching around him as he repeatedly hits your g spot, pushing you almost over the edge. “i’m close…m’so close” you whimper. his thumb comes up and wipes the tear from your face
“just a few more okay? can you be good for me and do that? yeah…course you can” he moans with his head in your neck, his sweat dripping down on you making a salty puddle on your chest
you nod, completely overwhelmed and overstimulated by the feeling he’s causing you. he takes his hand and uses his thumb to rub over your stomach, gently pushing down - making you take him even more.
he places both of his hands on each part beside l your head to keep himself elevated. you moan loudly his name to keep yourself from cumming too soon.
“fuck i’m close baby, let me feel you, cum all over my dick, yeah? yeah…” he groans. at his words you instantly come over edge, cleaning around him and letting your release come.
he groans at the newfound wetness you brought and his hips stutter. you feel a warm liquid fill you and you know he’s finished now. he pulls out after a moment and lays beside you.
after a moment of panting and coming down, you have the guts to say
day 3 of jhutchtober created by @joshfutturman using borders created by @/steddiecameraroll-graphics
fluff, first date, lovey dovey allat good stuff
CLAPTON picks you up outside your window, looking up at you with a dumb smile on his face his skateboard is under his right arm and his hat is on backwards. he motions for you to come down and go with him. you mouth the words"I don't know how to skate" at him with an exaggerated expression, unknowingly returning the same dumb smile.
"come on before it gets too dark!" he calls out to you, you climb out your window and leap down to him with excitement and nervousness. As you land on the ground, Clapton hands you his skateboard, written with his name in a graffiti style, and gives you a quick tutorial on the basics. You stumble a few times, but he catches you before you hit the ground. Eventually, you start to get the hang of it, feeling the rush of adrenaline as you skate down the street with him behind you. The wind in your hair and the sound of the wheels on the pavement creates a feeling of freedom you've never experienced before. You can't help but smile as you pick up speed, feeling more confident with each push of your foot. As you turn a corner, you can see the sun setting in the distance, casting a golden glow over the city.
"god, why havent we done this before? your hair looks so good like that" he smiles and stops at a bench , motioning for you to join him. You sit down, catching your breath and basking in the beauty of the moment. The two of you watch as the city lights begin to twinkle in the growing darkness, a sense of peace settling over you. Clapton reaches over and takes your hand into his, looking too nervous to make eye contact. a silent thank you for going on this date with him. You squeeze his hand in response, feeling a warm connection between you. "thanks for this, Clapton." you let out a silent whisper to him.
