sweet #1
A series I'm going to write about the sweet things that make boyfriends, girlfriends, and partners so wonderful. IDK simp shit
TW: weed, smoking
just fluff as a simp like myself suffers through these cold months 😔
After getting home from a long day at school, the last thing you'd expected was an empty apartment. At 8pm, you knew your love should be home, so where the hell was he?
You sighed heavily, the weight of the day finally causing you to stumble. You trip as you take off your heavy shoes, nearly whining out as your cold and wet clothing overstimulates you and struggles to come off. The weather outside was cruel--unrelenting winds and rain, bitter cold that chilled you to your bone.
Tears burned your eyes as you slumped against the nearest wall. Shaky breaths your only comfort: in- 1, 2, 3; out--
A hiss emits from the direction of the bathroom, followed by a goofy chuckle. A true breath escapes you: in---out--. Smooth and deep as wet-socked feet pad towards the bathroom.
Behind the door, a semi-surprising scene: "Baby?"
"Oh, sweetheart!" He says. In just his boxers, he pads over to you; lean, strong arms envelop your form, his pointy nose nudging your shoulder. His skin is warm, soft and smells like--
"Were you smoking?" You ask, hands coming up to cup his face, indeed seeing his low, red and glossy eyes. If that wasn't enough, the silly grin taking over his face was enough evidence.
"Heh, yeah.. I found some prerolls! Isn't that a miracle!"
You can't help the smile that finds its way on your face. You never minded that he smoked, it was just something you were never very exposed to--at least, not before him.
He stood tall, towering over your from like normal. Large, strong hands found their way to your cheeks, a soft smile on his face.
"Did you have a good day?" He asked in that sweet, soft tone that made you melt. Because, you didn't have a good day--not at all. But when he was looking at you so sweetly with his thumbs caressing your cheeks you could only do one thing:
"I-it was fine, good." A lie.
"Oh?" Shit, a bad lie. "Hunny?" he asked after a moment. His attentiveness was his worst quality at the moment, and you longed to retreat to your bed and not wake up until the pouring rain ceased.
"I'll be fine--honest". You couldn't read his expression, his face was flat, maybe a bit suspicious, concerned for sure..
He took a step closer, your chests practically touching. His hands reached for my damp shirt, peeling in delicately from your form. Then, nimble fingers unclipped your bra, easily throwing the garments in the laundry basket in the corner of the room--his eyes never leaving yours. They still didn't leave yours as his towering frame repeated the process with your socks and pants, leaving you equally bare with just underwear.
"Ba--you need to relax" He cut you off. Hands bringing your head up towards his. A soft kiss to your head before he pushed your underwear down, picking your frame up easily and placing it in the steaming tub.
Your soft eyes trailed him as he brought closer the little ottoman that sat in the corner, a simple tray with 2 pre-rolls, and a lighter. You took in the entire atmosphere for a second-- in---out--. Your eyes closed, body stopped tensing.
He reappeared your water bottle in hand, freshly filled with cool water. He dropped his own garment and stepped in the tub, facing you. His long legs were bent and he didn't fit nicely with the two of you in here at all, but he wanted you to be comfortable.
His stuck the filter in between his lips, lighting it and inhaling so easily. He held the smoke in for a second, letting out a pretty cloud. That silly smile returned to his face, extending the joint to you.
"You know I'm not that good at it..." You muttered, part of you just wanting to watch him.
He snickered, causing a pout on your face. He tugged you to sit sideways on his lap, the roll now in between your fingers.
"Don't just let it burn..." he said softly, pushing up your elbow slightly before his hand returned to delicately brushing hair away from your face.
You sighed--obliged.
An inhale, 1, 2,--and a cough you tried to stifle. He laughed at you pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he grabbed your bottle, opening the lid before placing it in your hold, trading you for the joint so he could have another hit. You hit his shoulder slightly yet he didn't react, just rubbed your back soothingly.
When the coughing ceased, he put your bottle away, putting the joint back in your hand. He turned you, pressing your back to his chest, guiding your inhale with his hand against your sternum, his own chest mimicking yours. You felt his pace and strength behind you, taking a successful drag.
You tried to give it back but he shook his head, bringing your arm back up to your own lips, his chin on your shoulder.
"It's all alright now. Everything is okay. I'm here for you..."
Dammit, he was right...
Author's Note:
LMAO THIS COULD ACTUALLY BE REALLY BAD IDK. Anyways, this is my first work so I hope you like it and we'll see whatever else comes from this series
MWAH, x
