A/N: I know I havenât posted in a while so hereâs a short fic about Jamie mocking your moans after you two had sexđ€
Jamie wasnât your first boyfriend but by far was the best. He always put you first, took care of you when you were sick, cooked your favourite meals and your parents absolutely adore him. However there was one thing that really did it for you, the sex.
This man knew your body better then you did, he knew exactly what you liked and how to get you to finish. Jamie was never satisfied until you were satisfied. Jamie was full on but in the best way, taking every bit of energy from your body everytime he would touch you.
You had just finished up with Jamie with you both laying next to each other heavily breathing and trying to recover from your trip to heaven. You tried to push yourself up but failed and landed on you back. âAm I that good, Y/Nâ he said looking at you with a smirk. âNo I hated it, I just love boosting your egoâ you snapped back.
âWell shit I guess thats a me problem then hey loveâ he replied. You laughed at his comment before the room went silent for a slip second expecting him to pull you in and cuddle each other to sleep
âOh jamieâ he said in a higher pitched voice. You turned you head instantly jaw opened, shocked as to what you just heard.
âFuck Jamie yes please, keep goingâ he said again mocking what you had said 5 minutes prior.
âStopâ you said trying to hide the ungodly amount of embarrassment you had felt.
âOh jamie I-Iâm gonna, your gonna make me c-â you smack his face with a pillow cutting him off mid sentence. He starts laughing hysterically at your reaction.
He pushes himself further up the bed. âYour such a pillow princess, yâknow that right?â He said.
âYeah well your such an assholeâ you said with your head buried into a pillow. âHuh what was that sweetheart I couldnât hear youâ Jamie said in the most degrading tone.
You turned you head to give him a mean side eye before turning back. âHey, Iâm not trying to be mean, you just cute when your all flusteredâhe said before kissing you on the lips and pulling you closer.
Omggg! Can u please write something about reader and House having a toddler daughter? Reader freaks out cause child gets flu, but House comforts her and takes care of the baby? Idk youâre the writer hahaha
>>>Through The Night<<<
Summery: When their daughter Vivi falls sick, Houseâs sarcasm fades as he cares for her, sharing tender, heartfelt moments with Y/N through a long, sleepless night.
Pairing: Dr.house x wife!reader
Genre: Fluff,Contemporary, Family, Hurt/comfort
The differential board in Houseâs office looked like it had been attacked by a caffeinated spider. Marker lines zig-zagged across it: âfever â anemia â travel â parasites â bad decisions.â
Foreman was halfway through arguing a point about eosinophilia when House interrupted by flicking a paperclip at him.
âCongratulations, you just spent ten minutes proving that textbooks exist,â House said, leaning back and balancing his cane on his shoulder. âNext.â
Cameron tried again, patient as ever. âHe has pulmonary symptoms, House. We canât ignoreââ
âPulmonary symptoms are to medicine what plot holes are to action movies,â House cut in. âTheyâre always there, everyone pretends not to notice, and by the end someone usually dies.â
Chase exhaled, crossing his arms. âSo what do you want to test?â
âI want,â House said slowly, âa better patient. This oneâs boring.â
He spun in his chair, pretending to ignore them, eyes half-lidded in that way that meant he was thinking faster than he looked. The team fell into uneasy silence. Outside, Princeton-Plainsboro hummed its usual late-afternoon rhythm: nurses hustling, pages chirping, the distant murmur of the clinic.
The door opened. Wilson appeared, hair a little messy, tie slightly off-center. He looked hesitant, which was never a good sign.
House caught the look immediately. âIf this is another lecture about social boundaries, skip it. Iâve already ignored five today.â
Wilson didnât smile. âHouse⊠itâs about Vivi.â
The room stilled. Chase stopped fiddling with his pen. Cameronâs eyes widened a fraction.
Houseâs voice dropped, all sarcasm evaporating. âWhat about her?â
âSheâs in the clinic,â Wilson said quickly. âY/N brought her in. Sheâsââ
House didnât wait for more. He shoved the office door open with unnecessary force and started down the hall, limping faster than most people could run.
Behind him, Chase muttered, âHe didnât even let you finish.â
Wilson sighed. âHe never does.â
âž»
The clinic smelled like antiseptic and anxiety. Houseâs cane thumped against the linoleum in sharp rhythm as he cut through the waiting area, ignoring the startled nurse who tried to flag him down. His eyes swept the room onceâthen found them.
Y/N sat in one of the plastic chairs, pale and tense, a small bundle in her arms. Viviâs tiny face was pressed against her motherâs shoulder, flushed pink, eyes glassy with fever. She was wearing her favorite yellow sweater, the one with a cartoon duck half-faded from too many washes.
Houseâs stomach did something unfamiliar and unpleasant.
He reached them in three long strides. âOkay,â he said, voice rougher than he intended. âWhat happened?â
Y/N looked up, eyes shiny. âSheâs hotâshe started coughing about two hour ago and then she said her tummy hurt and she just⊠she looks so tired, Greg, I donât know whatââ
He crouched beside them, forcing his tone calm. âHey. Breathe. Youâre talking faster than an intern on espresso. Fever and stomachache. Got it.â
He gently took Vivi from her arms. The little girl whimpered but didnât resist, resting her head against his chest. She felt too warm; her small hands clutched weakly at his shirt.
House pressed a hand to her forehead. âYeah, sheâs burning up. Letâs get a temp, vitals, the usual parade of unnecessary numbers.â
Y/N stood, wringing her hands. âGreg, is sheââ
âSheâs fine,â he said automatically. âUnless sheâs not, in which case Iâll fix it. Perks of having me for a dad.â
The nurse approached uncertainly with a thermometer. House waved her off. âIâve got it. Go⊠chart something.â
Within minutes he had Vivi settled on an exam bed, wrapped in a blanket. He took her temperature, checked her lungs, heart, and throat, each motion precise. His expression was unreadable, which only made Y/Nâs panic worse.
âSay something,â she whispered.
House looked up. âSheâs breathing. Thatâs a good sign.â
âGregââ
âRelax. Itâs probably viral.â He hesitated, frowning slightly. âBut I want labs. CBC, metabolic panel. Rule out bacterial stuff before I start lecturing about hand-washing.â
Y/Nâs eyes went wide. âLabs? You mean blood? Sheâs so small, Gregââ
He gave her a sideways glance. âYouâre right. Letâs just ask her fever politely to leave.â
âGregâŠâ
House sighed. âItâs one vial. Sheâll survive. You might not.â
Vivi sniffled. âNeedle?â Her voice was small and frightened.
House leaned down until they were eye-level. âYeah, kiddo. A tiny one. But guess what? Iâm doing it myself. No nurses. I donât trust them not to stab you in the wrong dimension.â
That earned a weak giggle. Y/N, despite herself, exhaled.
He prepped the syringe with the efficiency of long habit, murmuring under his breath to keep Vivi distracted. âOkay, tiny human, donât flinch or the universe collapses. Iâm told thatâs bad.â
Vivi squeezed her eyes shut. He drew the sample quickly, one hand steadying hers afterward. âSee? You didnât even destroy the universe. Proud of you.â
Y/N managed a trembling smile. âYou make that sound like a medical milestone.â
âHey, we take our victories where we can.â He labeled the vial himself, already heading toward the lab window. âNo one touches this but me. If any pathologist even looks at it wrong, Iâll amputate their curiosity.â
The nurse blinked, uncertain if he was serious. Y/N knew betterâhe probably was.
When he returned, Vivi was dozing against Y/Nâs shoulder. Houseâs gaze softened. âSheâll be okay. Fever like that, itâs most likely flu. Worst-case, twenty-four-hour viral circus.â
Y/N nodded, though her eyes still glistened. âI hate seeing her like this.â
âI know.â He brushed a stray tear from her cheek with surprising gentleness. âThatâs part of the parental contract you never read.â
That earned a watery laugh.
He sat beside them, pretending to check the chart but really watching both of themâthe way Viviâs breathing slowed, the way Y/Nâs hands finally stopped trembling. For a man who avoided sentiment like infection, he felt dangerously close to content.
The corridor outside the lab hummed with fluorescent light. House leaned against the counter, a Styrofoam coffee cup balanced in one hand, the other absently spinning Viviâs blood sample between his fingers like a coin.
He didnât trust anyone else to touch it. Pathologists were fine for strangers, not for his kid.
Wilson appeared again, hovering at the doorway with that familiar lookâpart worry, part disbelief. âYou realize the path lab exists for a reason?â
âYeah. To screw up my daughterâs CBC.â House capped the vial and turned toward the centrifuge. âShe gets better care this way. Besides, if somethingâs wrong, I get to yell at myself instead of someone else.â
Wilson sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre observant. Thatâs why youâre in oncology.â
He started the spin cycle. The machine whirred to life. Y/N sat on a stool nearby, arms wrapped around herself. The clinicâs harsh light flattened her face, washing out the usual warmth in her expression. She looked like she hadnât blinked in a minute.
âCoffee?â House asked without looking up.
She shook her head. âNo. I canât⊠eat or drink anything right now. Not until I know.â
âSheâs got a fever. Not a death sentence.â
âItâs not just a fever.â Her voice cracked a little, the way it always did when fear slipped through her self-control. âSheâs burning up, Greg. Sheâs so small, andââ
ââand you think Iâm not doing anything about it?â He raised an eyebrow. âContrary to what the internet says, I actually do know some medicine.â
That earned him a weak glare. âCould you maybe, just this once, not be a jerk?â
House exhaled through his nose, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. âNo promises.â
Still, when the centrifuge stopped, his movements were careful. He pulled out the separated sample and turned toward the microscope, his posture shifting from sardonic to surgical precision. The shift always unnerved Y/Nâthe way he could become so still, so completely consumed by analysis, as if nothing existed outside that lens.
Minutes stretched. The only sound was the hum of the lab.
Finally, House spoke. âWhite countâs up. Slightly. Itâs consistent with viral infection.â
âMeaning?â
âMeaning itâs the flu. Or at worst, something boring like adenovirus.â
Her relief came out as a breathy laugh. âSo sheâs going to be okay?â
âSheâs going to live to whine another day. Still, I want a full panel and vitals overnight. Flu in toddlers can escalate fast.â
She blinked. âOvernight? In the hospital?â
He nodded. âWeâll monitor her fever, give fluids. Sheâll complain, youâll cry, and Iâll pretend to sleep through both.â
Y/N pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to hold in a sob that turned into laughter. âYou always say the worst possible thing at the exact right moment.â
âItâs a talent. I donât get paid enough for it.â
âž»
By evening, a small room was prepped. Pastel walls, a mobile of paper stars turning lazily in the air conditioning. Vivi sat on the bed, lower lip stuck out in a perfect pout, her teddy bear clutched like a shield.
âI donât like it here,â she announced.
âYouâre in luck,â House said from the doorway. âNeither do I.â
Y/N sat beside Vivi, running her fingers through the childâs hair. âItâs just for tonight, sweetheart. Daddy wants to make sure you feel better.â
Vivi turned her big, watery eyes on House. âCan we go home instead? You have the medicine at home.â
âSure,â House said, deadpan. âLet me just ignore every pediatric protocol, pack you up, and tell the hospital to go to hell. Totally reasonable.â
Vivi frowned. âThatâs not nice.â
He crouched beside the bed, his cane leaning against the rail. âNeitherâs the flu. Now, hereâs the deal: you stay, you rest, and Iâll let you pick what color bandage you get for your IV. Pink, purple, or the one that makes your mom cry the least.â
Vivi giggled despite herself. âPurple.â
âGood choice. Purple hides the trauma.â
He fitted the IV with deft precision, barely making a mark. Y/N held Viviâs hand, her face twisted with tension that didnât fade even after it was done.
House noticed. Of course he noticed.
âShe didnât even flinch,â he said softly, taping the line. âThatâs more than I can say for you.â
âI hate seeing needles near her,â Y/N whispered.
âYeah, I noticed when you turned green.â He straightened up, checked the saline flow. âYou know, most moms would faint. You just look homicidal.â
âDonât make jokes right now.â
âItâs literally the only thing keeping me from panicking too.â
That stopped her. âYouâre panicking?â
House shrugged, eyes on the IV drip. âInternally. Very dignified. Youâd be impressed.â
âž»
Hours later, the hospital had quieted into its nocturnal rhythmâmachines beeping softly, distant voices echoing in the halls. House sat in the corner, flipping through Viviâs chart, pretending to read but really just listening to the small noises she made as she shifted restlessly.
Her fever was down, but her body was fighting sleep.
Y/N tried coaxing her. âClose your eyes, Vivi. Iâll sing if you want.â
âNo songs,â Vivi mumbled. âItâs scary.â
Y/N frowned. âScary? Why?â
âThe lights hum. The room smells weird. And the shadows move when I blink.â
House looked up, one eyebrow arched. âFantastic. My daughterâs afraid of ventilation shadows. I shouldâve seen that coming.â
âGreg,â Y/N warned.
He pushed himself up with the cane and limped to the bed. âOkay, kiddo. Iâll fix it.â
âHow?â Vivi asked, sniffling.
âBy abusing hospital property.â He reached up and flicked off the overhead light, leaving only the soft glow from the monitor. âThere. Shadows canât move if theyâre unemployed.â
That earned a sleepy laugh.
But as soon as House turned to leave, Viviâs hand reached out, catching his sleeve. âDonât go.â
Y/Nâs throat tightened.
House paused. Then, without his usual dramatics, he sat back on the bed and carefully gathered Vivi into his arms, lifting her against his chest.
âFine,â he murmured. âBut only because your mom looks like sheâs about to negotiate with God.â
Y/N managed a weak smile through her tears. âYou really know how to comfort people.â
âI know how to tell the truth. It just accidentally helps sometimes.â
He carried Vivi out of the room, ignoring protocol and the nursesâ startled looks as they passed. The childâs IV bag dangled neatly from his hand, the line perfectly steady.
âGreg, where are you taking her?â Y/N asked, following quickly.
âTo my office. She hates this room.â
âYou canât justââ
âI can. I have tenure.â
âž»
When they reached his office, the lights were dim, the air smelling faintly of coffee and old books. House set Vivi down on the couch, adjusting her blanket with unexpected tenderness.
âThere. Best suite in the hospital.â
She blinked up at him sleepily. âItâs not scary here.â
âYeah. Just messy.â
Y/N stood in the doorway, watching themâthe man who rarely admitted fear, the child who saw right through his armor. Something in her chest loosened for the first time all day.
âGreg,â she whispered. âThank you.â
He glanced over, eyes softening just enough to be seen. âDonât thank me yet. Sheâs going to want pancakes for breakfast.â
Y/N smiled. âThen youâll make them.â
âHa. You think I can cook? Fever must be contagious.â
The clock on Houseâs office wall ticked somewhere between one and two a.m.âthat dim hour when hospitals stop pretending to be awake and just breathe. The night staff moved like ghosts down the hallway, and the air carried the faint tang of disinfectant and coffee that had been reheated too many times.
House sat on his recliner, his leg stretched out, cane leaning against the armrest. Vivi lay curled on his chest, her small breaths warm against the fabric of his shirt. The IV tube ran from her arm to a portable drip stand heâd dragged in beside them. The monitorâs slow, steady beeping was the only thing keeping him tethered to the present.
Y/N sat nearby, tucked into the corner of the couch with her knees pulled up, watching them. Her eyes were tired but calm for the first time since afternoon. There was something oddly grounding about watching her husbandâGregory House, the man who had once argued with a vending machine for over an hourâsitting perfectly still so his daughter wouldnât wake up.
âNever thought Iâd see the day you voluntarily stayed still for more than ten minutes,â she whispered.
Houseâs voice came out low, dry, but softer than usual. âShe weighs less than my guitar. I can handle it.â
âSheâs been asleep for almost an hour. Maybe you should put her down and rest your leg.â
He looked down at Viviâs face, her cheeks still flushed but not burning anymore. âIf I move, sheâll wake up. Then sheâll start crying. Then youâll start crying. Then Wilson will show up, and Iâll have to insult him for the hundredth time today. Itâs exhausting just thinking about it.â
Y/N smiled faintly. âYou always know how to make tenderness sound like torture.â
âOccupational hazard.â
She stood, moved closer, and adjusted the blanket that had started to slip off Viviâs shoulder. The touch was instinctive, maternal, and it did something small and sharp to Houseâs chestâsomething he wouldnât name.
âSheâs cooler now,â Y/N murmured, touching her daughterâs forehead. âDo you think sheâs okay?â
House shifted the thermometer between his fingers. âTemperatureâs dropped to ninety-nine. Still warm, but better. Fluâs losing.â
âGood.â She exhaled slowly, sinking back into the couch. âI donât think I could handle another scare.â
House smirked faintly. âThatâs parenthood. You get twenty years of miniature heart attacks and then college tuition.â
She gave a quiet laugh. âYou make it sound so appealing.â
âYet you married me anyway,â he said, eyes flicking toward her. âQuestionable decision-making.â
Y/N smiled, soft but weary. âYou were worth the risk.â
Houseâs gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than usual before returning to Vivi. âYou should sleep.â
âSo should you.â
âIâll sleep when she does.â
âShe is sleeping.â
âYeah, but she might be faking it. She does that.â
Y/N chuckled under her breath. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âGenius is often misunderstood as ridiculous.â
He adjusted the IV drip slightly, his hand careful not to jostle her arm. Vivi stirred a little, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt before she settled again. House froze until her breathing evened out.
Y/N noticed the way his shoulders relaxedâthe faint tension draining as if heâd been holding his breath. âYouâre good with her,â she said quietly. âYou pretend youâre not, but you are.â
House looked mildly offended. âOf course Iâm good with her. Sheâs genetically half me.â
âThatâs not the reassuring part of that sentence,â she teased.
He rolled his eyes. âSheâs fine. I told you. Flu. Mild dehydration. The kind of thing people panic about on WebMD.â
âI wasnât panicking.â
âYou cried in the clinic waiting room.â
âThatâs not panic,â she countered, smiling tiredly. âThatâs called being human.â
House tilted his head. âHmm. Iâll take your word for it.â
âž»
A soft cough from Vivi pulled both their attention back. Her little face scrunched, her voice hoarse. âDaddyâŠ?â
House glanced down instantly. âHey, peanut.â
Her eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. âI donât feel good.â
âI noticed,â he said dryly. âYouâve really let yourself go.â
She gave a faint giggle, too tired to fully laugh, and nestled closer. âMy tummy hurts.â
âProbably because you skipped dinner. Youâve got to keep the blood sugar up if youâre planning on taking over the world someday.â
âI donât want to take over the world,â she mumbled.
âSmart kid,â House said. âThe worldâs a mess anyway.â
He reached for the small cup of electrolyte water heâd brought over earlier and held it to her lips. âSmall sips.â
Vivi obeyed, taking a few slow gulps before sinking back against his chest with a sigh. âBetter.â
âGood. Donât puke on me. This shirtâs vintage.â
Y/N gave him a look. âSheâs three, Greg.â
âSo? Youâre supposed to start teaching respect for property young.â
Vivi giggled again. Her eyes were half-closed now, heavy with exhaustion. âYouâre funny.â
âI prefer âdevastatingly charming,â but sure.â
Her tiny fingers played absently with the buttons on his shirt, a slow, sleepy rhythm. The office felt smaller suddenly, quieter. The dim glow from the desk lamp pooled around them, turning the edges of everything soft.
Y/N stood and moved closer, brushing Viviâs hair back gently. âYou should really let me take her for a bit. Your leg must be killing you.â
House shook his head. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre limping while sitting.â
âYeah, well, consistency is important in parenting.â
She sighed, but her smile betrayed her amusement. âYou never stop, do you?â
âNot until the sarcasm runs out. So never.â
An hour later, Y/N stirred awake. The lamp still glowed dimly, and House hadnât moved an inch.
âHowâs she doing?â she whispered.
âSheâs stable. Feverâs holding. No signs of secondary infection.â His voice was quieter, almost thoughtful. âSheâs tougher than she looks.â
Y/N rubbed her eyes. âShe gets that from you.â
âUnlikely. Iâm a coward. I just hide it better.â
âThatâs not true.â
He shrugged, eyes still on Vivi. âItâs accurate enough.â
There was a beat of silence, filled only by the faint hum of machines outside.
Then Y/N said softly, âThank you, Greg. For⊠all of this.â
House looked up, his expression unreadable at first. âIâm not exactly volunteering at a childrenâs hospital. Sheâs my kid.â
âI know, butâŠâ She trailed off, voice cracking a little. âYou dropped everything. You didnât even let Wilson finish his sentence.â
âThatâs because Wilson talks too much,â he said automatically, but there was warmth beneath it now. âAnd becauseââ He stopped.
Y/N tilted her head. âBecause what?â
House sighed, looking away. âBecause if something were wrong with her, I wouldnât survive it.â
The quiet after that was different. Not heavyâjust real.
Y/Nâs eyes softened, tears threatening again. âYouâre not as heartless as you pretend to be.â
âIâm heartless and sleep-deprived. Itâs a dangerous combo.â
She smiled through the tears, moving closer until she was beside him on the couch. Vivi shifted slightly, still asleep, her small hand brushing against both of theirs.
House didnât move away. He didnât make a joke. For once, he just let the silence sit.
Viviâs small hand twitched in her sleep, still anchored to the fabric of his shirt. He watched her breathe for another long minute, then slowly eased his weight off the recliner.
His bad leg protested, but he ignored it and rose carefully, shifting Vivi into both arms. She murmured something incoherent, then settled again, head tucked beneath his chin. The IV line trailed behind them like a thin silver ribbon as he crossed the short space to the couch.
Y/N was there, half-asleep, her head bent toward the back cushion, hair spilling over her face. She looked worn out in a way that made something twist inside himâlike guilt and love tangled together. He lowered himself beside her, wincing when the couch springs complained, and let Vivi rest between them, her little body warm and heavy.
For a moment he just sat, letting the sound of both of them breathing steady against the rhythm of the rain outside. The office smelled like antiseptic and coffee and baby shampoo. His own heart finally slowed.
He looked at Y/N again. Even in the dim light, he could see the faint smudge of exhaustion under her eyes, the way her hand instinctively drifted toward Vivi in her sleep, fingertips brushing the blanket to reassure herself.
He swallowed, the words rough at first. âYou know⊠Iâm not good at this. Saying things.â
She stirred, not fully awake, eyes fluttering open a little. âHmm?â
House looked down at Vivi, then back at her. âI love you,â he said quietly. The words came out raw, stripped of their usual armor. âMore than I ever thought I could. Andââ He hesitated, lips twitching into something between a grimace and a smile. âThanks for sticking around. With her. With me. All of it.â
Y/N blinked, still caught in the haze between dream and waking, but she heard him. A small smile softened her face. âYouâre welcome,â she whispered, voice barely there.
He leaned closer. She shifted forward, meeting him halfway. The kiss was simple and tired and perfectâmore a press of gratitude than passion, but it carried every long, messy year between them. When they parted, she exhaled a small, sleepy laugh.
âI love you too,â she murmured.
House let out a breath that sounded almost like relief. He settled back, one arm around Y/N, the other cradling Vivi. The little girl sighed, curling into the space between them. The IV bag gave a soft drip; the rain tapped against the window in time.
For once, House didnât think about pain, or puzzles, or anything he could diagnose. He just let himself be stillâhis family bundled against him, the world blessedly quiet.
And there, in the faint glow of his desk lamp, all three of them finally drifted to sleep.
Summary: When cramps send you home from work, your sweet boyfriend, Dr. James Wilson, is ready with your favorite comfort food and a flirty smirk, promising to make you feel so much better with a special prescribed treatmentâŠ
Pairing: James Wilson (House, MD) x Fem!Reader
Content Warning: some fluff, menstruation, brief mention of blood, medical kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (kind of?), vaginal sex, period sex, porn with feelings, porn with plot, praise, established relationship
Word Count: 5.0k
ao3 link | tags (love u guys sm): @occultbooks, @baby-lia-v, @yourgirlcarol
Youâd barely made it to noon today before the dull ache in your lower belly had sharpened to feel like knives, twisting and radiating until you could hardly focus on anything but the pain. By early afternoon when the acetaminophen and extra coffee hadnât worked, you gave in, informing Cuddy you needed to leave work early with a feigned smile as you tried not to apply pressure to your stomach. She didnât need to ask the details; a look of sympathy and a nod was the confirmation she gave you to head home.
Part of you wished that Wilson couldâve come with you, but his role as head of oncology meant it was rare for him to get away. He was the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for, still managing to take care of you somehow, even in the hours of his absence â triple Doordashing pho, a pint of your favorite Ben & Jerryâs, and an extra box of pads to your shared apartment.
Wilson arrived home earlier than most weekdays, uncharacteristically leaving a stack of unfinished charts on his desk. As he stepped inside the apartment, sunlight still poured into the apartment he typically found illuminated by the glow of lamplight. The living room was quiet and he found you bundled on the couch beneath a throw blanket, the coffee table cluttered with the two empty food containers and a half-empty mug of chamomile tea.
âStill rough?â Wilson asks gently, coming to kneel beside you, fingers brushing strands of hair behind your ear.
You nodded, face scrunched as another cramp rolled through your abdomen. âYeah⊠pretty sure my uterus is trying to kill me.â
He chuckled softly at your humor, but his brows were still furrowed in concern. âScale of one to ten?â His gaze dropped down to the temperature control for your heating pad, making sure it was still on.
âSeven,â you muttered stiffly. âEven after the pain meds, tea, heat, a nap, comfort foodâŠâ
âWell, youâre just about pitiful, arenât you?â Wilson teased lightly, real worry still laced in his tone. He pressed a warm kiss to your cheek before leaning back to observe you once again. âWhat are we going to do with you?â
You grumbled a bit at his sarcasm, but it did bring the focus away from your discomfort for a moment. âNot sure, Iâm at a loss,â you groaned, shifting to support yourself on your forearm. âMaybe I just have to suffer. The curse of womanhood.â
âNo, no. We canât have that,â he insisted, his thumb tracing along the curve of your waist. Wilsonâs eyes closed for a moment in thought, a soft hum vibrating in his throat as he sorted through different ideas in his mind. Then, eyes opening, a knowing smirk grew across his face.
âYou know,â he started with a mixed tone of playful professionalism, âthere is a treatment for dysmenorrhea thatâs surprisingly effective. Evidence-based, even.â He raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.
You squinted at him, suspicious. âWhat? Some new prescription medicine I havenât heard of?â
He shook his head, leaning in until his elbow was propped on the sofa cushion and your noses were nearly touching. His voice dropped into a low murmur as the word left his lips, âOrgasm.â
The word hung in the air and you felt your cheeks flush at the idea. âJames, be serious!â
âI am!â He asserted, expression adamant. âOrgasms trigger the release of endorphins, dopamine, and oxytocin. They reduce cortisol levels, relax pelvic muscles, and increase blood flow, which can significantly alleviate menstrual cramps.â
You thought it was so adorable when he rambled on like that.
âMhm,â you murmured, continuing with both doubt and intrigue. âSo, youâre prescribing⊠sex. As a doctor or as my boyfriend?â
âBothâŠâ Wilson said in a near whisper, a bashful expression flooding his face. âIs that so bad?â
You scoffed at his admission, knocking him back with a light-hearted push. âYouâre impossible!â
âNo, Iâm practical,â he countered, âLook, the science checks out. Pain medicine studies show that sexual activity can reduce menstrual pain by up to 50% and uterine contractions during orgasm help expel prostaglandins, the pesky compounds causing those cramps. Plus⊠itâs a lot more fun than popping another Advil.â
You rolled your eyes, but his earnest and caring gaze made your resolve waver. âYouâre really using medical jargon to seduce me right now?â
âIs it working?â he asked, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. His touch was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of heat, and you felt your pulse quicken.
âMaybe,â you admitted softly as his lips hovered just shy of yours.
âThen let me take care of you,â he breathed, a promising tone in his voice. His eyes were warm and wide as he pleaded, âPlease.â
Wilsonâs insistence melted your restraint and you leaned forward in a rush to kiss him. Your lips met in a slow deliberate dance, immediately soothing your tense body and migrating the ache from your abdomen lower between your legs. His hands found your waist again, careful not to press too hard where you were tender as he lifted you from the couch, the heating pad slipping to the floor. You leaned into him involuntarily as you stood, the weakness of your limbs bringing your body flush with his, deepening your kiss.
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own full of warmth and care. âIf anything hurts, you tell me, okay? Weâre playing this by your rules.â
You nodded in agreement, a bit light-headed from the heat of your kiss. âGood,â he smiled, voice low. âNow, letâs see if we canât get those endorphins flowing.â
Before you could even let out a chuckle, Wilson had scooped you into his arms. It was seamless â one arm hooking beneath your knees while the other cradled your back. Your arms instinctively looped around his neck and you were overwhelmed by the comforting certainty he would handle you with attentive care. You murmured something about being perfectly capable of walking, but it was half-hearted at bestâand he knew it. You enjoyed being pampered like this. His arms were steady as he began to walk towards the bedroom, every step purposeful, but unhurried.
Once inside, Wilson lowered you gently onto the edge of the mattress, keeping one hand at your back until he was sure you were steady. âStay right here,â he directed, making a quick âstopâ motion with his hand as he dipped into the adjacent bathroom.
He came back with a navy colored towel in his hand, unraveling it from its folded position as he came closer to the bed. He laid it out carefully across the sheets, smoothing the fabric down until it was perfectly flat.
âJust in case things get a little messy,â he said with a suggestive wink. Your eyes went wide at the thought, but he pressed a reassuring kiss to your cheek. âDonât worry, baby. Lie back.â Wilsonâs voice was soft as he nodded toward the spot.
You complied, crawling back to settle onto the towel-bordered region of the bed. Propping yourself up with a stack of pillows, you admired him quietly as he removed his dress shirt before moving to hover above your legs. You felt your heart back in your throat as his eyes locked with yours. There was something so vulnerable about opening up for him this way, it made every nerve stand on end.
âYouâre still so tense,â he hummed, pressing a kiss to your calf. âThatâs not helping the cramps. You need to relax, breathe â let the muscles loosen up.â His fingers moved to dip just under the waistband of your pants, testing your response.
You swallowed, your breath catching as another wave of heat bloomed through your veins. âAnd youâre the expert on relaxing me, huh?â you managed, your voice teasing but shaky, betraying how much his touch was affecting you.
Wilsonâs lips curved into a devious smirk. âIâm an expert on you,â he said, his breath now warm against your ear. âAnd I also happen to have highly intimate knowledge of the human body.â His words were laced with a rich and tender confidence. He pressed a kiss just below your ear before continuing, âSee⊠itâs not just about the release. Itâs about getting you there â slowly⊠thoroughly.â
âO-oh,â was all that escaped your lips. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you processed his words, but you couldnât look away from him.
Wilsonâs gaze didnât leave yours as he made his way back down your body. His fingers hovered at the edge of your sleep shorts, lightly brushing along the waistband, each touch sending a chill across your skin. His eyes watching you, looking up attentively as he pressed a trail of firm kisses to your sore abdomen. The gentle heat in the caress of his lips soothed a bit of the ache, motivating a barely audible sigh from your throat.
âAre you still with me, angel?â he asked, soft and low, the tone settling deep within your chest.
âMhm,â you mumbled, eyes closed in relief. âAlways.â
Wilson pressed a final kiss to your hip as his fingers hooked beneath your underwear, the fabric sliding down your legs with ease. As the clothes fell away, he leaned back into you, pressing a warm open-mouth kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above your knee. The sensitivity of the area and intimacy of his kiss surprised you, blurring your thoughts with want and encouraging a soft gasp. After placing a few more kisses down your thighs, he nestled between them, taking a moment to revel in the sight of you laid open to him before bringing himself to touch you. When he did, though, Wilsonâs motions were precise â his right hand rested lightly against your lower belly, pressing just enough to ground you, while his dominant left traced slow, tantalizing patterns along your inner thighs, coaxing them apart with a gentle nudge.
âBreathe for me,â Wilson instructed, demonstrating a pattern for you to mimic.
You tried, inhaling an uneven breath as his fingers grazed over the mound of your sex, light and teasing. He stayed there for a moment, massaging you gently and making his way down to where you wanted him the most.
The first touch between your folds was electric, two fingers sliding between them before separating, putting you on full display for him. The exposure felt obscene, but the deep groan that escaped Wilsonâs throat at the sight was even more salacious.
âGod, you have the most beautiful pussyâŠâ he said in a near growl, the tension in his jaw signaling just how much he was holding back. âYouâre perfect.â
He took a deep breath himself before continuing, fingers now on either side of your aching clit.
âRight here⊠this is your clitoris,â Wilson began, bringing the pads of one to graze against the bud slowly. Your hips bucked slightly, and your nipples hardened further under his precise touch. He continued, voice just above a whisper, âThis is where I start. Itâs sensitive, responsive â stimulating it will ease your tension as it boosts blood flow and triggers a flood of endorphins to melt that pain away.â
His touch was unhurried, rubbing circles against your clit until your pussy and thighs were numb with tingling warmth. Wilsonâs eyes darted between the methodical motions of his fingers and your reactions â the moans escaping your lips, the tremor of your thighs, the way your hands gripped desperately at the towel below you.Â
âPlus,â he purrs, âthis always makes you fall apart so easilyâŠâ
As he continued to work your clit, switching to a figure-eight pattern, your mind was consumed not only by erotic bliss but by the intimate thought of just how well he knew you â your body, your needs, exactly how to make you feel better.
âI - I love you,â you whimpered, rocking into his touch.
Wilson kissed your hip bone and looked up at you, grinning. âI love you, too. Feeling good?â
You hummed in agreement, opening your legs a little wider for him.
âReady for more?â his voice lilted as his fingers dipped lower towards your entrance.
You arched your back in an automatic response before the words quietly left you, âYesâŠâ
The tips of his fingers pressed into you, slowly sliding in and out, stretching you bit by bit until your cunt hit the base of them. You would never get over being full of him, whether it was his fingers or his dick, Wilson always felt like he was made to be inside of you.
He began to work you, softly applying pressure to your walls at a gentle pace. He had fingered you before, but never like this. It was sensual like other times, but slow and relaxing.
âIâm applying targeted pressure to the pelvic musculature to ease that deep-seated tension,â he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he pressed slightly firmer, maintaining the same deliberate pace. âSlow and controlled is key â too quick, and it could cause muscular contraction rather than the relaxation weâre aiming for.â
The blend of his authoritative knowledge and the sensual undercurrent in his tone was unexpectedly arousing â it made your walls clench around him, which immediately he took account of.
âOh? You like that?â he asked, a blend of shock and intrigue in his voice as his fingers stilled for a moment.
You bit your lip, nodding, a flush creeping up your cheeks as your walls clenched again, betraying the effect his words had on you. âPleaseâŠâ you whined, a desperate, sensual plea, as you shifted beneath him.
His eyes darkened, a spark of surprise giving way to a sly grin that sent your pulse racing. âMhm⊠you really like the doctor talk, donât you?â he teased, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate purr as his fingers resumed their slow, purposeful rhythm, each movement calculated to unravel you further.
âGod, yes,â you gasped, trembling. âKeep talking like that...â
He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playfully authoritative as his fingers paused just enough to make you ache for more. âJames, huh?â he murmured, voice low and laced with mock disapproval. âI think, given the treatment Iâm administering, you should address me properly. Call me Dr. Wilson.â His tone was both mischievous and commanding, his gaze intense as he leaned closer, daring you to comply.
You whimpered, the shift in his demeanor sending a fresh wave of heat through you. âFuck â yes, sir, Dr. Wilson,â you breathed, your voice dripping with desperate need, hips shifting to urge his fingers to move again. âPlease â keep going⊠need you.â
His lips curved into a knowing, almost indulgent smile. âGood girl, addressing your doctor properly,â he murmured, his tone a perfect blend of teasing and reassurance as his fingers resumed their deliberate rhythm. âNow, I can proceed.â
You let out a soft, needy moan, your body melting under his touch at his words of praise.
âThis next technique,â he continued, his voice dropping to a low, velvety hum, âinvolves applying counterpressure to your uterine region to ease discomfort while keeping those pelvic muscles soft and pliant.â As he spoke, his free hand pressed firmly yet carefully on your lower abdomen, grounding you in a way that felt both caring and possessive. âPlus, it keeps you nice and open for me â lets you feel every single thing Iâm doing to you.â Wilsonâs voice was vibrating hot across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as his dominant hand continued its slow, deliberate kneading of your inner walls, each motion providing a balance of relief and pleasure
You could feel the weight of his gaze and could tell he was savoring the way your body surrendered to his touch, just how perfectly he could make you come apart. If that werenât enough, the way he spoke, effortlessly switching between doctor and lover, made you even more susceptible to his efforts.Â
âThis kind of stimulation,â he rambled on, âencourages blood flow and releases a flood of endorphins, making you⊠hm, letâs say â excessively sensitive to my care.â His smirk was wicked with pride as his fingers pressed just a touch deeper, coaxing a soft moan from you. He tilted his head slightly in response, feigning professional curiosity. âYouâre feeling that already, arenât you, sweetheart?â
Your body arched slightly, chasing the sensation, and he chuckled softly, a sound that was equal parts affection and mischief.Â
âOh, I can tell you are,â he teased. âBecause I can feel it.â he added smuggly. âThe way your muscles are gripping my fingers â that slick, warm response⊠itâs telling me everything I need to know.âÂ
His fingers shifted, sliding deeper with a purposeful curl. âNow, right here,â Wilson purred, full of confidence and desire as his pads brushed against the swollen area. âJust along the pubic bone is your G-spot.â You felt his fingers curl inside you, stroking the swollen, sensitive area with firm, rhythmic pressure that made your breath hitch. âBy working this area just right, I can draw out all that tension and make the pleasure build slow and deep⊠just how you need it.â
As his fingers knocked against the spot at an increasing pace, your hands slid beneath your shirt, pinching your hardened nipples for added stimulation. âFuck, uh â Dr. Wilson!â you begged, your voice a raw, desperate cry, barely coherent as your thighs quivered uncontrollably. âItâs so good â please, donât stop.â
Just when you thought the bliss couldnât be more overwhelming, his lips found your clit, warm and soft, kissing and suckling with a tenderness that tore a gasp from your chest. âJames!â you sobbed, breaking the role play as you struggled to process the dual sensation â his fingers curling expertly against your G-spot and the light, needy flicks of his tongue.
You could tell he was tempted to pull away, to explain his reasoning for bringing all the methods together, but your fingers threaded tightly through his hair, tugging his mouth deeper against you. âDonât you dare stop,â you growled, commanding, thick with desperation.
He complied, deepening the pressure of his curled fingers and flicking his tongue against your swollen bundle of nerves with renewed intensity. A loud, unrestrained moan tore from your lips, your hips bucking wildly toward him as you unraveled completely, your body and mind consumed by the pleasure he wielded with such masterful control.
He watched you from between your thighs as you came undone, eyes rolling back in your head and sobs falling from your lips. Only when he noticed you right on the edge did he replace his tongue with his thumb, rubbing you while talking you through your climax.
âThatâs it,â he murmured, leaning over to kiss the soft flesh of your stomach. âLet go, my beautiful girl... let your body do what itâs meant to.â
âYes, so so close â keep going,â you whimpered, continuing to roll your nipple between your thumb and index finger.
âIâve got you, Iâll give you everything you need.â The assurance in his voice made you relax further in his arms, sighing as he continued his reverent touches. Each movement of his hand stoked the fire building in your core and soon, the room faded, narrowing to just him â his touch, his voice, his tender care.
His breath fanned across your skin, mumbling praises. âYouâre so gorgeous like thisâ his voice was thick with awe. âSo perfect.â
Wilsonâs fingers pressed deeper, finding that sweet spot with a precision that made your breath catch, the tension in your core shifting, coiling tighter, transforming into something exquisite. Your hips rocked instinctively, chasing the sensation, your fingers still teasing your nipple, amplifying every pulse of pleasure. Your thighs trembled, quaking under the intensity, and a raw, broken moan spilled from your lips, your hands gripping the towel beneath you as you rode the crest.
Wilsonâs voice, slurred with passion, washed over you like a man intoxicated, his eyes locked on you, drinking in every shudder.
âThatâs right, cum for meâŠâ he rasped, voice thick with desire, âJust let it take you â God, youâre so sexy when you fall apart like this.â
His fingers slowed but didnât stop, curling gently to draw out every aftershock, each motion tender and measured as he guided you through the waves of pleasure. His lips brushed soft, adoring kisses along your inner thigh, warm and reverent, as you quivered beneath him. Slowly, the intensity began to ebb, leaving you enveloped in a hazy warmth, your body still thrumming with the echoes of release. Your thighs shook faintly as you reached for him, fingers grazing his arm in a weak attempt to ground yourself, your mind floating in a blissful, serene fog.
Wilson shifted closer, his touch steadying as he slid up beside you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, breath warm against your skin as he eased your head to rest against his shoulder, cradling you with quiet care. You melted into him, the intimacy of the moment grounding you as your breathing slowly steadied. Tilting your head, you caught his gaze and smiled softly up at him, your face still radiant with the glow of satisfaction.
âFeeling those endorphins?â he asked playfully, admiring your flushed cheeks.
âMhm,â you murmured, a contented hum. âMightâve made me feel too good, Dr. Wilson.â
âToo good, huh?â he teased, his lips quirking into a smug, delighted grin as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face with his right hand.
âJames,â you hummed, your tone turning flirtatious, a spark of bold want flickering in your eyes as you shifted closer, your body still humming with desire. âI think⊠maybe I need another dose. Something deeper.â Your words dripped with unashamed need and your gaze locked on his.
His jaw went slack for just a moment before lifting again, lips curling into a smirk as he leaned back slightly. âAnother dose?â he said in surprise. âWell, darling, I canât have you wanting for anything.â He paused, his gaze lingering on you, drinking in your flushed cheeks before shifting, standing from the bed deliberately. âGive me just a second,â he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping a few feet away to the sink.
The soft rush of water filled the bathroom as Wilson turned on the faucet, lathering his hands with soap. You watched him intently, your gaze tracing the subtle flex of veins along his forearms as his fingers moved with practiced precision. He didnât mention the faint traces of blood on his hands, washing them away with the same steady, unflappable confidence he carried into every surgical scrub-in. There was something undeniably sexy about it â the way he remained unfazed, his calm acceptance of your bodyâs natural rhythm a quiet testament to his years as a doctor. To Wilson, this was just biology, and he wasnât about to let it stop him from soothing your pain or indulging the intense, hormone-fueled desire that surged through you each month, drawing you to him with a nearly primal need.
Wilson glanced back, catching your gaze with a soft, playful wink. âAlmost done, loveâ he assured, drying his hands with slow, deliberate care, the towel gliding over his skin before he draped it neatly back on its hook.
As he returned to you, he quickly settled back between your thighs, admiring the view of your bare pussy on display. âNow,â he hummed, opening your thighs slightly wider once again. âabout that deeper dose you wantedâŠâ His fingers traced a featherlight teasing path along the curve of your hip, sending a cascade of goosebumps across your skin.Â
âJames,â you gasped, closing your eyes at the sensation. Your body felt molten, pliant and yielding.Â
When you opened your eyes again, Wilson was hovering above you, warm brown eyes locked on yours, pleading. âTell me what you need⊠please,â he begged, his voice cracking slightly as the âpleaseâ slipped from his lips. He wanted desperately to please you (like always), to melt away any last whisper of pain and replace it with bliss.
Your body, still thrumming from the high of your earlier climax, felt unbound, every nerve alive with want. âI need you â all of you.â The endorphins had left you fearless, weightless, your body a live wire craving the intimacy of him filling you.Â
âFuck⊠yeah, baby, anything you want.â His quiet groan vibrated against your throat as he momentarily shifted back away from you, slipping off his shirt and working down his boxer briefs before positioning himself above you once again.
He was achingly hard, his tip swollen and throbbing as he began sliding between your slick folds, teasingly grazing your entrance. The sensation of your soft warm entrance contrasting with the firmness of him sent a shiver of anticipation through you, a tingling spark that danced up your spine and coiled deep in your core.
A soft, desperate moan escaped your throat, âMmm, yesâŠâ Your back arched just slightly as you spoke.
âSo ready for me, huh?â he purred, his lips brushing your jaw with slow, open-mouthed kisses. âYou feel so good already â so warm and softâŠ,â His words were like a tender caress, opening both your heart and body to him further as you tilted your hips, urging him to press into you.Â
He entered you with a slow, measured thrust, filling you inch by inch, the stretch rich and deep, a perfect melding of pressure and pleasure. As he settled fully within you, you gasped, your walls clenching around him as your bodies fused in a seamless, intimate union.
âO-ohhh,â your voice raw and trembling, hands finding his shoulders, fingers gripping lightly as he began to move.Â
Each thrust was with a deliberate rhythm that sank into your core, drawing out every sensation. Every movement of him inside you was a warm, velvet pulse, the added slickness making each movement smoother and deeper. His hands roamed, one cradling your leg against his hip for an optimal angle while the other trailing up your side, fingers brushing beneath your shift to cup the curve of your breast.
âThatâs it,â Wilson whispered, his voice a low, reverent hum, lips grazing the pulse point below your ear as he rocked into you, steady and deep. âYou always take me so well...â His words of praise prompted you to tighten around him, drawing a low, appreciative groan from his chest.Â
His rhythm stayed slow, each thrust a tender, deliberate act of love, pulling you deeper into a wave of pleasure that set every nerve aglow with intimacy. The room hummed with it â the soft, wet sound of your bodies joining, the faint creak of the bed, and your mingled, breathless gasps weaving a quiet symphony of desire.
âMore, deeperâ you suddenly cried, your voice quivering with desperation, fingers trailing down his back, nails dragging lightly as you pulled him closer, craving the weight of him, the fullness. âYouâre⊠everything.âÂ
The pleasure sharpened as he responded. Wilsonâs hand slid to your lower back, lifting you slightly to angle himself deeper, his pace growing a touch more urgent, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through you. Your body trembled under the intensity, eliciting a pitiful pleased whimper from you.
âSh, shh⊠Iâve got you,â he hummed against your cheek, pressing you flush against . âIâve got you, angel.âÂ
His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit once again, circling with a skillful touch that rippled through your body until your muscles were loose and trembling. Soon, your clit was numb with aching pleasure and pressure began to coil tightly in your abdomen. His lips hovered over yours, breath mingling, as he watched you unravel.
âJ-James!â you cried, voice breaking, your body bowing against him as all the sensations blinded you. The endorphins amplified every thrust, every brush of his fingers, into a symphony of sensation, causing your moans to rise, desperate and unrestrained. Your hands clutched at him, nails biting into his shoulder blades as you clung to the edge.
âLet go for me again,â he urged, lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss that tasted of sweat as he drove you higher. âI want to feel you cum around me.âÂ
His words, his rhythm, the heat of him, felt intoxicating and your climax crashed through you, a deep, shuddering wave that consumed you entirely. Your cunt clenched around him, your cries mingling with his groans as he followed, his release a warm, grounding pulse inside you, sealing the intimacy of the moment.
As the aftershocks rippled through you, your body felt heavy and warm. There was no trace of your earlier discomfort, only languid glowing satisfaction.
Wilson pressed soft, lingering kisses to your lips and then your forehead, as you separated, settling into the quiet hum of the room. He wrapped his arms around you, cradling you close, his steady heartbeat thumping against your flushed cheek pressed to him.Â
You smiled, breathless, fingers tracing mindless swirls along his chest. âThat⊠was beyond words,â you whispered, voice rich with gratitude, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled, that familiar dry wit surfacing.. âBeyond words, huh? Iâll take that as a five-star review,â he teased. âHow about a shower? Warm water to keep you this relaxed⊠maybe a little more pampering.â His fingers trailed lightly down your arm.Â
The thought of steaming water and his hands gliding over you again making your pulse quicken. You laughed softly and nodded. âA shower sounds perfect. You gonna keep spoiling me in there?â Your eyes met his, with a spark of mischief matching his own.
âOh, sweetheart,â he smiled, helping you sit up, his touch steady and warm, âspoiling you is my favorite part.â He pressed a fleeting, tender kiss to your lips before standing and offering his hand. You took it, your heart fluttering as his warm grip guided you toward the bathroom, the promise of steamy water and his gentle, devoted touches wrapping you in a glow of anticipation, ready to melt into him again.
did anyone else know and decide not to tell me that kenny omega sat out in the rain like this after he betrayed kota ibushi or did i just have to find that out on my own sad deep diving effort...
you were unsure of how it happened, for the first thing you remember is arriving home from the dynamite taping, next thing you know adamâs head is buried between your thighs, pressing soft kisses to the bare flesh. the sensation of his lips, accompanied by the tickle of his beard made you shiver, your body naked and exposed to the chill of the winter air that had seemingly flooded throughout the bedroom. it was either that, or your nerves, you couldnât exactly tell.
he took his time with you, as it was the first of many nights of him sampling your sweetness. his pupils blown wide with lust, complete void of those cornflower blues you were used to and oh so desperately loved, occasionally peering up at you, staring deep into your soul, almost like a man possessed, accompanied with the occasional flick of his tongue against your already sensitive clit. the appendage parting your soaked folds, exploring every crevice of your sweet cunt, the man was practically drooling at your taste.
âadamâŠâ a small moan passed through your pursed lips, a desperate yet futile attempt to silence yourself, an act of which did not sit well with the faux cowboy. he wanted to hear you scream in pleasure, to beg him for release. but still, you kept a hand firmly plastered across your lips, the other intertwining into his loose golden curls, a sensation that made his eyes roll into the back of his skull with desire.
âyouâre doing so well for me, darlinââ, he let a low groan escape his lips, the sound reverberating against your tight walls. he licked a hot stripe up against your dripping core, his tongue twirling around your clit, teasing and torturing the sensitive bundle of nerves. âsuch a good girlâŠso fucking wet for meâŠâ
in what sounded as him inhaling a deep breath, he dove into your core, nipping and sucking at your clit, tongue exploring deeper into the crevices of your void, holding your hips down for extra leverage. his large palms softly kneading the flesh, the skin sensitive as he traced his calloused palms across the silhouette of your figure, pulling you closer against him, closer against his tongue.
you couldnât take much more, this you knew for a fact. between the sweet praises he muttered against your skin, the wondrous violence his tongue provided between your thighs, you were about to lose it all. electricity shot through your thighs as they began to shake, your mind was in a daze, haphazardly gripping his hair with one hand, the other still firmly planted across your lips. he reached up, grabbing the hand that had been previously silencing your moans, intertwining his fingers with yours, the intimate detail did not go unnoticed by you.
âlet me hear you, darlinââ he muttered through a soft moan of his own, your back arching in pleasure at the recurring vibrations from his voice, only aiding your impending orgasm. âlet me hear how good i make you feelâ
you could only whimper in response, followed by small mutterings of his name. he just knew you were on the brink of release, so close he could practically feel the pulse rising against his tongue, clenching around the appendage as your hips bucked up to meet him. yet you seemed hesitant, trying to suppress the sudden influx of pleasure that coursed through you. he kept his free hand on your hip, sliding up your waist, gently, reassuringly rubbing the skin, his other hand, still holding yours, sweetly drawing circles into the back your hand, sweeping across your knuckles with the calloused pad of his thumb.
âdonât fight it, dollâŠbe a good girl and cum for meâ not being able to hold back any longer, and in addition to his soothing words, you let go, allowing floods of pleasure to course through your veins, crashing over your body in tidal waves. he continued to devour your cunt, lapping up your sweetness like a man dying of thirst up until you had finally come down from your high.
you laid back against the mattress, chest heaving with shallow breaths, his head perched upon the axis of your thigh, a content smile crossing his lips. your cheeks flushed with heat, more or less from the embarrassment coursing through you from having made a mess on his tongue, a hand propping up to shield your face from his gaze.
he took notice of your sudden, reserved exterior, cocking an eyebrow in confusion as he propped himself up onto his forearms, your face fully covered by your arms in an attempt to avoid the situation entirely. he made his way beside you, gently smoothing circles into your hip, a look of concern crossing his lips.
âdarlinâ, whatâs the matter?â he questioned softly, pulling you up against his chest. his skin was warm, it offered a comforting feeling, a homely one at that. adam, for lack of a better term, was a safe haven for you, his warmth, his protectiveness, it made you feel sheltered in the best possible way, so the fact you became so embarrassed over something so trivial was odd to him, even for yourself. your finally gained the confidence to pry your hands from your face, your heated cheeks still flushed an unnatural shade of pink, how found the sight rather adorable, smiling down softly at you.
âi made a messâŠâ you muttered quietly into his chest, mentioning your juices that had dripped down your thighs to the wetness that gathered lightly in his beard. his heart swelled as you buried your head deeper into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around your frame, cradling you in his lap.
âbabyâŠâ he cooed softly against your earlobe, peppering gentle kisses to the skin. âdonât be embarrassed, it's a natural thing to happenâ
âi love when you cum like that, doll. you know how good it makes me feel to know that i made you cum that hard!â he noticed the corners of your lips curve up into a small smile, his hands gently sweeping the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.
âi knowâŠbut i still feel bad about it,â you mumbled, avoiding his gaze for the second time that night. he gripped your chin gently, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.
âdarlinâ...â he began with a small chuckle âhow many times do i gotta eat you out to prove that i adore you?â
you chuckled softly at his remark, lightly tracing shapes into his skin.
âmaybeâŠonce more?â you responded with a little more confidence than previously noticed. the faux cowboy leaned down, placing a much more heated kiss to your lips.
// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 //
A Kenny Omega Short Fic
** EDITED 28/08/22**
Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader
Summary: Youâre a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kennyâs absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.
Warnings: swearing, a lilâ smutty near the end, a bit of angst?? (kenny being a jealous ass and reader confronting him),Â
Word count: 5.2K
A/N: The final chapter of my short fic! I really hope itâs been enjoyable for you guys. Iâve thoroughly enjoyed writing and completing something for the first time in a long while. Also I hope my writing did all these guys justice in terms of their mannerisms and the way they speak, bc I know how annoying it is to read something and be completely thrown out of it bc the person says something completely out of character
warning: smut (18+), @harmshake has inspired me for today's oneshot, so thank her and enjoyyyyy!
"You're such a fucking whore, I swear! I should've listened to everyone who warned me about you!" I unleashed my frustration, my voice cutting through the pulsating energy of the club as I stormed out.
Roman's hand grasped my arm, attempting to halt my furious exit, but I pulled my arm away, shooting him the darkest glare I could muster.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me. I hate you," I spat, not even bothering to gauge his reaction before I turned on my heel and marched away.
Between the booming music and the dim lighting, it seemed like not many eyes were on us, but honestly, I didn't care. He clearly wasn't bothered by being the center of attention, so why should I be?
We'd been craving a night out with friends, a rare treat amidst our busy lives. I was thrilled at the idea of stepping out with my man by my side. He'd cleaned up nicely, looking absolutely irresistible as always. But of course, the good vibes couldn't last for too long. Roman disappeared onto the dance floor with his cousins, and in no time, a repulsive groupie latched onto him, grinding shamelessly. That was the moment I lost it.
As I stormed outside, the rain pounded down mercilessly, drenching me within seconds. I didn't know where to go; I hadn't driven here, and the last place I wanted to be was in a car with him.
Seeking dryness is the shadows of an alley, I unleashed my pent-up emotions, throwing my clutch to the ground and succumbing to a fit of rage. My screams echoed off the walls, swallowed by the downpour that drowned out all other sounds.
My back slid against the cold, wet brick as I sat on the ground. My tears mingled with raindrops as I replayed the scene inside the club. The image of him grinding on another woman burned in my mind.
"Get up." The commanding voice shattered all my thoughts.
"Excuse me?" I shot back, thrown back at the audacity.
"You heard me. Get up," Roman repeated.
"No," I growled back, crossing my arms in stubborn defiance, only to feel strong hands seize my jacket collar, hoisting me up effortlessly.
"Let me go!" I thrashed against his hold, landing a slap to his face.
My attempted slap didn't even move him. Was he some sort of superhuman?
"I dare you to slap me again," he challenged, his brown eyes boring into mine with an intensity that scared me and.. turned me on?
Resisting the urge to lash out again, I swallowed my pride, allowing him to release me to the ground.
As he closed the distance between us, gripping my ponytail and tilting my head back, my body gave in immediately. His tongue traced a path from my neck to my ear, sending my heart beat right into my panties.
"Now be a good girl and come back into the club with me," he whispered, his breath warming my body up from the cold.
"No," I resisted, though my resolve wavered under the weight of his gaze.
"I guess 'no' seems to be your favorite word today, huh baby?" he quipped, his fingers undoing my jacket zipper before I could protest.
"Roman, get off of me," I protested weakly, my anger subsiding despite me still attempting to fight back.
But even as I fought against him, a part of me couldn't deny the thrill of his touch, the way his lips had me in a chokehold.
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, but he didn't bother with finesse, tearing the fabric apart with a roughness. His eyes darkened with desire as he noticed I wore no bra beneath. With a shrug, I let the remnants of the shirt fall to the ground, baring myself to him.
I reached around him, releasing his beautiful locks from their confine. His curls tumbled down his back, soaking up the raindrops that threatened to fall down any further.
He attacked my lips with an intensity that caught me off guard. I hadn't intended to respond, but I found myself kissing him back eagerly. Gripping his hair tightly, I pulled hard, wanting him to feel the sting of my anger. He groaned against my lips and sanded his teeth into my bottom lip with force, leaving a bruise in its wake.
"That hurt, you idiot!" I hissed, my frustration boiling over.
He chuckled, "You get what you give, sweetheart.." he retorted, callously discarding my leather jacket onto the cold, wet concrete.
"You're such an asshole," I muttered half-heartedly.
Capturing my nipple between his thumb and index finger, he rolled and pinched it mercilessly. "I enjoy being an asshole," he confessed, before dipping his head down and taking my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it with a hint of aggression.
I tugged on his earlobe, a silent plea for gentleness, but he seemed intent on testing my limits. His lips trailed back up my neck, inhaling what was left of my baccarat rouge 540 perfume. He moaned at the scent, it was his favorite.
Lowering the zipper on my jeaned shorts, he smirked at the revelation that I wore no panties. "Fuck, you know just how to turn me on," he murmured against my lips.
Without hesitation, he plunged three fingers inside me. Gripping my jaw firmly, he tilted my head back, locking eyes with me as he relentlessly thrust his fingers in and out, the feeling of him massaging my walls had me at a loss of words.
"Fuck the club, we're heading home," he declared, withdrawing his fingers before plunging them back in forcefully, eliciting moans of approval from my lips.
His kiss was tender, a stark contrast to the roughness of his touch. "I know I fucked up tonight, but I'll make it up to you. I promise," he whispered, his fingers curling inside me, hitting just the right spot.
I cursed loudly, clutching his wet hair as a euphoric wave crashed over me, my body trembling against the cold brick wall.
As I regained my senses, he steadied me with his arm, his fingers lingering in his mouth as he savored the taste of me. His tongue danced between his fingers, and he slurped the lingering juices that threatened to drip down to his palm. A whimper couldn't help but escape my lips at the sight.
He handed me his damp shirt and my jacket, leaving him in a damp undershirt that clung to his glistening muscles.
"Here, put this on for now until we get home,"
Taking his soaked shirt, I pulled it on, my eyes tracing the contours of his body hungrily.
Oh, we're definitely going to finish this when we get home..
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I was not planning on posting today LOL but here ya go :)
summary: Kenny spends a lazy morning with you in bed and it makes him feel that there is something important he wants to ask you about.
pairing: kenny omega x reader
word count: 3585
warning: smut, itâs just smut and fluff
this is a quick and fluffy one, just fluff and smut much how I like it. been planning something a bit longer tho, a multi chapter and a few other oneshots maybe, hope you enjoy it I had fun!
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, soft and warm as it touched the bed. Kenny was still in a morning haze as he felt it on his skin, blue eyes having only just adjusted to the light. He wouldnât mind sleeping a little more, not really. But when he woke up he found you in his arms, still asleep, and now he couldn't tear his eyes away. You looked so soft, so peaceful, a far cry from the intense woman everyone saw in your daily life. It was a side of you he felt privileged to see, even if only here and there.
You laid on his chest, skin flush against his own as one of your arms held his torso in an embrace. Sometimes youâd twitch in your sleep and hold him tighter and he wondered what it was you were dreaming of? As egotistical as that sounded, he wanted to think you dreamt of him. Especially since youâd been gracing his dreams more and more in the recent days. Although, his dreams still werenât as good as the real thing.
Kenny watched as the early morning light tinted your skin in its warm glow, eyes tracing every line and mark he could see. You were wearing one of his tank tops, the thing sitting loose on your frame. One of the sleeves slipped down your shoulder, revealing the fading green of a stubborn bruise from your last match and a scar from an old surgery. He remembered tracing it with his fingers one day only for you to comment that it looked ugly. God, he really wished you could see yourself through his eyes, there was nothing in you he thought was ugly. Every imperfection attractive in its own way.
God, he had really fallen hard. He knew it deep inside for a couple days already but now, as his fingers caressed your messy hair, it was clear as day. Fuck, this fling between the two of you had been going on for about two months now. Maybe it really was time he got to asking you about making it serious. He really wouldnât mind waking up like this more often. Having your body on his, treading his fingers into your hair, and just enjoying a slow morning by your side.Â
A noise outside his window disturbed your sleep and you moved a bit more aggressively now, bunching the covers around your waist. Kenny could see movement under your eyelids as you buried your face further into his shoulder. A chuckle escaped his lips as you mumbled something unintelligible, eyes fluttering open slowly as you took your time to return to the waking world. Yeah, you definitely were not a morning person.
âGood morning, sleepy head,â Kenny spoke into your ear, so close you could feel his breath, voice still rough from sleep.
You just grunted in return, feeling his chest trembling with laughter. His soothing voice, the gentle caress of his fingers in your hair, the warmth of his body under you, it all almost lulled you back to sleep. With great effort you opened your eyes, being met with his baby blues shining under the soft sunlight. A clear sky on a summer day wouldnât look more blue, it was almost fucking wrong.Â
âMorning,â you mumble into his skin, your own voice still strained from the lack of use.
Kenny laughs again and it vibrates through your skin and into your chest, shaking your whole being. He shoots you the most beautiful smile, brighter than the sun and somehow just as warm. The arm around your shoulders tightens more as he brings his face close to yours, noses touching and lips millimeters apart.
âSleep well?â He asks but doesnât wait for an answer, mouth connecting to yours just as the words leave his mouth. You only humm into the kiss as a reply, too busy as you feel him sucking on your bottom lip. Kenny doesnât need to ask twice before you part your lips to let him in, welcoming the feeling of his warm tongue inside your mouth.Â
The kiss is soft, lazy and sloppy all at the same time. You two slowly explore each otherâs mouths, sharing in the warmth of the otherâs body. One of your hands finds his jaw, feeling the stubble rubbing against your skin. The hand he has on your hair holds your head in place gently. There is no rush, no pressure, only a slow kiss that tastes like a lazy sunday morning. The blissful break in your busy life that you ever so often found in his arms.
You donât know how long the kiss lasted but when it ends you still wish it wouldnât have. Kenny rubs his nose against yours gently before leaving a peck on your lips and drawing his head back. You finally take a good look at him - now awake enough to take in what you are seeing. His curly hair is still disheveled, parts sticking to his face as he yawns, the corners of his eyes wrinkling slightly as he closes them. Shit, he looks so handsome, and feels so warm and you really donât want to leave this bed. But Kenny has other ideas.
He turns around, pulling the covers from over you both as he tries to get up from the bed. Itâs not even a second that he is gone. Not even enough time for Kenny to get his feet on the floor but it already feels cold without him. He was warm like a furnace, so much so that you could almost forget that winter had just started. But only so long as you stayed in contact. So, as soon as he moves away from you your arms find him again, latching tight round his torso as you rested your face on his back.
âWhat,â he pauses and laughs, turning his head to look at you, âI was gonna go make breakfast, got something against that?â
âIâm cold, you are warm, you canât leave,â you say that as your arms tighten around him even more.
âOh come on, itâs not cold,â he says, laughing again as he caresses your arm.
âYou say that cause you are always at the temperature of a fucking car engine,â you mumble the words into his skin as you bury your face further into his strong back. âIâm cold, and not ready to get up.â
Kenny chuckles again, feeling warmth spread from his heart through his body at how needy you sounded. All he really wants is for you to need him, to want him, and even just a tiny bit of the feeling was enough to have him set ablaze. How could he ever say no to your request?
âAlright, alright, Iâll stay,â you feel him sigh, whole body moving as he takes a deep breath when you finally let go. As Kenny turns back to you he has a mischievous smile, blue eyes dancing with a playful malice, âIâll warm you up.â
Falling in bed beside you, Kenny lays on his side and sneaks one arm around your torso, pulling you flush against him. Once more you are enveloped in the warmth of his body and drowned in the smell of his skin. His large hand on your back bringing you so close that you can hear the powerful beating of his heart. Its rhythmic song almost hypnotizing. He buries his face into your hair, the hand on your back traveling lower. As it brings your hips against each other you feel something else. The clear shape of his hard bulge pressing against your panties.
Kenny breaths in the smell of your hair, groaning low and heavy as it courses through his body like a drug. His hand digging into your flesh and pulling you ever closer. Your body fit so well against him, it felt like a perfect match. His hand travels down, pulling your hips into his as he lightly presses his hard cock against you. If you are gonna stay in bed, might as well have some fun.
Snaking one arm under your neck and around your shoulders, Kenny pulls your face ever closer to his own. One of your hands moves to his chest as the other comes around his waist, caressing the muscles on his side. His mouth finds your ear, biting softly at the lobe and pulling a small whimper from your lips. The sound urging Kenny on as he moves to your face, kissing a sloppy trail from the side of your jaw back to your soft lips.
He doesnât even need to ask for anything this time around, already finding your lips slightly parted and eagerly waiting for him. You sigh into the kiss as your mouths meet, moving one leg between his and pressing your hips into his heavy erection. Kennyâs hisses are silenced by the kiss, his hand moving from your hips to your ass, sinking into the soft flesh as he gropes with force. You moan and he can feel the vibrations even as his mouth swallows the sound.
This kiss is even sloppier than the first but equally as lazy, neither of you rushing as you taste each other. Kenny feels your fingers digging into his back, nails pressing against his skin. He bucks his hips into yours, the hand on your ass holding you in place as he seeks the friction he needs so much. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your body sending jolts down his spine.
Neither of you want to break for air but you both need to, though Kenny doesnât stay long with his mouth free. As you part, his lips find your neck, biting at the sensitive spot right under your jaw. You cry into his ear and he grunts, deep and animalistic as he thrusts his hips into you again. This has you moaning out his name and he can feel his cock twitch in response to how it sounds coming from your abused lips.
His mouth travels down your neck slowly, nipping and sucking along the way. You draw a shaky breath, nails dragging across his side as you moan out again. Itâs his turn to cry your name when you roll your hips into his, making his hard erection pulsate in response. His hand travels from your hips to your leg, fingers sinking into the skin of your thigh as your own hand drags down his back and down to his ass. You are pulling him further into you and if only he told you how unnecessary that was. If Kenny had it his way, heâd never let go.
A hard bite to the base of your neck has you crying and shaking. If this man leaves a mark you are gonna have to find a closed top to wear for your next match. Not that youâd have the mind to care about it right now. Especially not as his tongue soothingly licks at the spot heâd just dug his teeth into. His strong hands hold you in place as he rolls his hips against yours, you can feel his muscles moving as your own hand holds strong onto his hard ass. You snake your fingers from his chest up to his neck, delving into his curly locks and tugging lightly.Â
Kenny responds by grunting into your skin, the sound husky and shaky as he rolls you both over. He hovers above you now, bearing his weight in one arm and caging your legs between his knees. When you look back at him the blue is all but gone from his beautiful eyes. Chased away by the inky darkness of his dilated pupils, a pool of desire and lust. You are pretty sure you probably look very much the same.
Lowering his face to yours Kenny brings you into a kiss again. His free hand snakes inside your shirt - his shirt - pressing hard into your waist as it slowly travels up. Your skin feels so warm against him, so soft, and something in him desperately wants to add a bruise of his own to the ones you already have. Though, he knows better than to mark you in a place you canât easily hide. And he likes it better when only you two know the sinful bruises he has left on your skin.
When his hand finds your breast he gropes hard at it before pinching the nipple between his fingers. You moan loudly into the kiss and he does it again as your fingers tug at his hair hard now. God, he is so fucking hard already, feeling heavy and so fucking sensitive. Lifting your shirt up Kenny exposes your breast, parting his mouth from yours before his lips find the supple skin previously hidden. He sucks and bites making you cry out again, a broken sound so desperate it has him shuddering.
His hand leaves your breast and travels down to your hips, fingers slipping into the soft fabric of your panties before they find your pussy. You are so wet already and Kenny grunts, indulging in the feeling and the way your body shakes as his deft fingers tease your clit. It doesnât take long for him to slip his thick digits into your eager hole, sinking them to the last knuckle as you moan his name again. You feel so good, so soft and warm in the most sinful way.
Kenny starts moving his fingers inside of you as his thumb finds your clit and you feel like you are losing your mind. His mouth on your breast and those thick digits inside of you driving you insane. He finds your sweet spot fast, calloused hand working you into a frenzy masterfully. It doesnât take long for the pleasure to build into you, higher and higher with every passing minute. The pressure in your core building so tight, you can hear your moans and they sound too desperate, too needy to be your own voice. You want to shake and tremble but he has you caged under him with little room to move.
Digging your nails into his skin you can feel your body start to spasm, white stars taking over your vision as you cry his name like a plea. Itâs growing and growing and itâs all too much. Itâs like a torture as you feel your senses blurring and screaming at the same time until you finally fall over the edge. Your sight goes blurry and all you can feel is you and him as your orgasm washes over your body, muscles shaking as you feel his fingers sliding out of you.Â
You sigh but only for a second before his mouth finds yours again and you give into the kiss. Itâs gentle and warm and wet and you could get lost in this forever. The hand you have on his ass moves to slide under his boxers, finding his hip bone and trailing from it through the delicious V line down to his crotch. When your fingers finally find his cock Kenny hisses, shaky breath fanning your lips in the messy kiss. His length feels so hot and big on your hands as you pull it out of his underwear and you can already feel the wetness gathered at the tip.
Kennyâs free hand finds your thigh, large palm sinking into the flesh as he moves you around. He frees your legs from under him, hand moving to the inside of your tight as he pushes it up against your body. His mouth never leaves you as you line his cock with your pussy, feeling the head pressing against your entrance before he fully moves into you with one long stroke. It feels so good, you both moan into the kiss, staying still for a moment as you enjoy the fullness he brings. He is so thick, stretching your walls in the most delicious way and for a second you forget how to breathe.
You feel so good around his cock, like you were made for him and Kenny curses into your lips, biting and sucking as he regains his self control. Itâs like you have a hold of his sanity and can take it away whenever you please, something scary and exciting all at the same time. He starts to move slowly, long strokes as he pulls out to the head before sinking down to the balls again. His cock drags your walls with every movement and it feels so damn good. By this point you are barely kissing, lips and tongues in a gorgeous mess as you both moan and cry with every movement.
He can feel your nails digging into his skin as your hand moves from his shoulder to his back, the one on his hair pulling at it hard. You feel so perfect, taste so good and fuck he wants to take you like this everyday. To feel your mouth on his, the sweat gathering on your bodies as your skin rubs together. He wants you wearing his shirts and crying out his name in bliss every morning and every night. To feel your pussy tightening around his length as it does now every fucking day.
It's not long before Kenny starts picking up his pace, setting a faster rhythm that has you whimpering and him grunting like an animal. His hips snap against yours with power as he drives himself fast and deep into your pussy, hitting your sweet spot, still sensitive from your orgasm. Every whimper and cry he pulls from you makes his hard length twitch. Kenny can feel the pleasure building within him, it rages inside his body almost bordering on agony. He keeps the pace, sinking his entire length down before pulling out again hard and fast.
You moan out his name and Kenny feels his cock pulsating hard inside of you, his self control faltering more with every passing minute. His thrusts speeding up as his precum mix with your wetness making sinful wet sounds with every thrust. He fucks you deep and rough chasing his high until his rhythm start to falter, his length twitching with every movement. Itâs all too much and he can feel himself ready to burst.
Kenny moans out your name, slamming as deep down as he physically can. The sloppy sound of his cock slamming into your dripping pussy only driving him closer to the edge. His length twitching violently as he thrusts his hips into yours in a desperate haze. He feels all his muscles contracting, burying his cock into you to the hilt as he senses his orgasm hit him. His cock spasms with abandon as he shoots rope after thick rope of cum inside of you in a torrent that almost feels never ending. He paints your insides white, making sure to drain every last drop before pulling out.
You whimper at the loss of him and he chuckles, peppering light kisses on your face before falling on the bed beside you. Both of you are breathing hard as you just lay there for a few seconds, his hand reaching for yours and playing with your fingers. After he regains his breath Kenny turns to you, pulling your body closer to his own as your hand finds his stubbled jaw again. You get lost in his beautiful gaze, their gorgeous blue now having fully returned.
âYou fully awake now?â He asks, voice back to its usual sound.
âHmmm,â you humm in agreement before a yawn finds its way to your lips, âcanât say Iâd mind waking up like this more often,â you laugh, eyes still closed.
Kenny stays in silence for a moment, basking in the beauty of your soft laughter before his lips move with a life of their own. âWe could do this more often, you could stay around more, we could make this something,â when he realizes what he is saying itâs already too late. His throat feels dry and he can only hope the fear gripping at his mind isnât as clear in his eyes when your gaze finds his.
âKenny,â you pause, holding his eyes in your own with the powerful pull of the sea, âare you asking me to be you girlf-â
âIf you want to,â he doesnât even let you finish your sentence before he speaks again, though he soon regrets it as the moment of silence following has his mind reeling, âI mean -â
Itâs your turn to cut him off as you pull his face into yours, lips crashing in a soft kiss before your eyes find his once again. âYeah, if you are gonna keep waking me up like this I think Iâd very much like it,â you chuckle and you can see his baby blues brighten even more, his smile spreading to his eyes as you feel his hand touch your face lovingly.
âIâd be happy to wake you up like this all the time,â he replies with a chuckle of his own, lips crashing into yours, diving into a sweet kiss that melts his heart. Yeah, heâd be glad to wake you up like this every day. To have your soft lips first thing in the morning would be a pleasure he feels lucky to have. However, just as you indulge in each otherâs taste a grumble from your stomach makes you both laugh and break away. âBut now, I guess we really need that breakfast.â