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catnipaddictt · 2 days

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Hi! Could I request an Anakin X reader where Anakin sees that reader hasn’t been sleeping and he tries to help?

anakin x gn!reader

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cw: none! fluff, spooning

comment: sorry this took a while to finish! hopefully it's kinda what you had in mind!

Rolling over, your eyes focus on the moonlight streaming through the window. You haven’t been sleeping well, or at all for the past week. You were so tired but your body refused to let you sleep. Your nights all seemed to drag on forever and no matter how hard you focused or how long you shut your eyes, nothing was happening.

You shove the covers off of yourself, lying here was useless and you had already been trying for hours. Checking the clock, you find it's only 2am. The rest of the jedi would be tucked up and well asleep by now. Placing your feet on the hard ground, you stand up, grabbing your Jedi cloak and wrapping it around yourself. You slowly pad over to the door, slipping on your boots and unlocking it. You head down the silent halls in search of a balcony door. Seeing that all are shut you find a large window with a bench against it.

You nestle yourself against one of the pillars the window sits between, wrapping your cloak around your knees. You watch the skyline of Coruscant as the hundreds of speeders and other transports pass by. The lights of the skyscrapers illuminate the sky, night never feels dark on the city planet.

You are so focused on the view out the window, that you don’t sense the presence of another appearing behind you. You also jump out of your skin as the person speaks your name in a hushed voice. “When was the last time you slept?”

You turn around to be met with the face of Anakin Skywalker. Like you he was wearing what you assumed were the clothes he slept in. His soft sweatpants sit perfectly on his hips and his shirt clings to his muscular form in all the right places. He looks at you softly, waiting for you to reply.

“I was asleep before” you lie through your teeth. Truth be told, you admired Anakin a lot. Although he was the CEO of thinking before he acted, you had grown close to the chosen one.

“Don’t lie, it's not the Jedi way” he teases, causing you to glare at him. “I heard you open and close your door, and I'm pretty sure I also heard it yesterday, and the day before, and the day bef-” He counts on his fingers before looking at you accusingly. You think before answering honestly.

“I just haven’t been sleeping well the past week, that's all” you respond, trying to sound like it doesn’t bother you much. Anakin raises an eyebrow at you, “have you been sleeping at all?” His blue eyes burn into your own.

The shadows cast from the walls bathe him half in darkness, half in the light from the city outside. His features suddenly seem a lot sharper than they look in the daylight, and the dark robe he wears doesn’t help. You shrug at his question. “So that's a yes then?” His rhetorical question makes you look back outside at the speeders traveling past.

“Come on” he says before he grabs your hand, making you turn around before he pulls you to your feet. “Anakin, where are we going?” you question as he drags you down the hall. He pushes open a door, leading you to discover that he has brought you to his room. Looking around, you notice that it is very him. His clothes hung half-hazardly over a chair, and a pile of books in the middle of the floor. A blueprint and selection of tools accompany the books.

He shrugs off his own cloak, before pulling yours off your shoulders and hanging it up beside your. “Anakin what-” you are cut off by him leading you to his bed and gently pushing you down onto the soft covers. “I’m trying to help you” He replies as if you have any clue what that means. He lifts the covers for you, ushering you under them. You comply still confused. He moves around to the other side of the bed, climbing in himself.

Before you can fathom what he is talking about you feel his arms pull you towards his chest, rolling you over so your back is to him. If you weren’t shocked at the movement you might have realised that he was so, so warm and his arms wrapped around you felt right.

“Why?” is all you question him. He speaks softly and you can feel his breath against your neck, “to help” he repeats his previous statement. “Now shut your eyes.” You don’t know why you follow his instructions, but you seal your eyes closed, feeling the rhythmic movement of his chest against your back.

Slowly but surely, you feel yourself getting tired and your mind begins to slip into unconsciousness. You could feel Anakin also begin to fall asleep behind you, his head tucked against your neck. Eventually you fall into a deep slumber, your first in too long, against the unexplainable cure for your insomnia - Anakin Skywalker

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ysrjune · 22 hours

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forgive me?

(ai images of hayden are not mine)

summary ✦ Anakin forgets to show up to a date he planned for you but makes it up (you also find out who spiderman is..)

‘No fucking way.’ You angrily thought to yourself when the clock hit 8:30 pm. Anakin was an hour late to the date he planned out for you a couple of nights ago, and it was weird enough that he wasn’t there waiting at the table for you. This is the 3rd time he’s missed/been late to something he said he’d be on time for.

You drove all the way back to your house and got un-ready, changing into comfy pjs but leaving your hair and makeup done. With a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth and the rest of the small tub in your lap, you watch whatever was on the TV, thinking about how mad you were at Anakin.

He knew he fucked up. Anakin knows he’s in for another scolding when he shows up to your house, but he can’t not save the city.. he’s spider-man, and it he doesn’t show up to save the citizens in danger, they’ll get hurt, and everyone would blame him the next day. Anakin always hated how he was basically forced to choose the city over you sometimes.. it broke him because you had no idea what he was doing instead of seeing you.

He was so worried at the thought of you thinking he was out cheating and partying with other people instead of being faithful to you. In his younger years, when you two were only friends, he was kind of a play-boy, but he promised you he wasn’t like that anymore when he asked you out for the first time. He was so worried you were thinking he went back (or never even left) to his old ways.

Later on in the night, you heard a tapping at your window. Your eyes shift to it, your heart feeling like it had stopped beating. Who the hell would tap your window? You didn’t want to go over there.. what if it was some freak who’d kidnap you or something?! But it happened again after you had tried to focus back on the TV.

With the courage finally built up, you walked over to your window and opened it, looking left and right. There was.. no one? It had only been a couple of seconds since the tapping stopped, so whoever was doing it couldn’t have run away that fast.

“M’ sorry.” A voice from above spoke, making you flinch and tilt your head up only to reveal the one and only spider-man. You gasped and felt like you could literally faint. Why is spider-man at your house?!

“What? I—sorry for what? You don’t even know me!” You reply, still in shock.. and looking up. Then it hit Anakin. You didn’t know he was spider-man. But maybe today was finally the day.

“Yeah, I do.” He slipped into the room with you following him. “Excuse me? Is this some kind of joke?!” But then he hushed you. “It’s me, n/n. It's Anakin.” He says and takes his mask off, revealing his messy hair and face that was slightly dirty and bruised.

No fucking way.

Your mind thought of so many things at the same time. It didn't feel real. “I’m hallucinating”, “I’m dreaming”, “Maybe he’s just trying to be funny.” and so much more.. there was no way your Anakin was spider-man. The guy who goes around saving people with fucking web.

“You’re—is this? Anakin, stop being stupid. You’re not funny!” You scoff, making him chuckle and shake his head. “Trust me, babe. I wish this was all just a big joke, but it's not.” He placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. “I should've told you sooner—maybe then you'd like.. I don't know? Understand why I bail on things sometimes.”

He looks right at you, taking in the mad but also shocked expression plastered on your pretty face that he loved so much. “Babe, I'm sorry. Please understand where I'm comin’ from, pretty girl.” He opened his arms, hoping you'd give into a hug.. which you did.

You were able to feel his muscles better than you ever could through that suit he wore. He also somehow seemed taller than he usually was, but maybe you were just tripping out. “Ani, why did you hide this from me..”

“We've only been together a couple of months, and I didn't wanna scare you off.” He replied, running his hands up and down the small of your back. “Theres no girl out there like you. None of them could replace you.” He rests his head atop your shoulder.

“I couldn't ever love any other girl like I love you.” That was the first time he ever admitted to loving you. This moment was never expected to be happening like this.. finding out your Anakin is spider-man.

“And I can't love any other man like I love you.” Hearing those words coming out if your mouth made you cringe and feel a little corny, but it was genuinely how you felt no matter how stupid and cliché it sounded. It made Anakin smile, too, so it was worth it.

“So do you accept my apology?” He asked calmly in a soft spoken tone. “Not entirely. You still owe me a date or two.” You replied to which he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.. about that..” He shot web out the window, and all of a sudden, there was a boquet of flowers and a box of chocolate. “I stopped by to get these to really change your mind.” He gave you his gifts.

“You swear you're off the hook just because you're being a sweetheart.” You giggled and placed both items on the top of your drawer that was decorated with pictures and various perfumes you owned. “Did it work at least just a little bit?” He asked.

“Taking off that suit would do it.” Anakin smirked and pulled you into a kiss. “Mad at me one second, then saying stuff like that the other.. I think I might be into that.” He mumbled against your lips. “You drive me crazy.”

That night, he smothered you with kisses.. and webbed you to the bed so that you'd stop squirming around while he fucked you slow and sweet. Whispering praises and letting out low groans. He was even still apologizing for standing you up.

“Im so sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you. Gonna let you cum all over my cock and use me.” He grabbed one of your breasts in his large hand, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “M’ gonna cum baby, please let me cum in you.” He sounded so pathetic, it was so cute.

He let you cum before he did. Anakin didn't end up finishing in you because you'd end up pregnant, which you two weren't ready for yet.

Dinner was skipped that night, but you were definitely gonna make him take you out for breakfast.

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hisfavoriteflvr · 2 days

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18+, James Kelly, jealousy ღ

James worked at the local automobile shop next to your house, and considering how old your car was you often found yourself there. You were on good terms with James, he was nice to you, always offered you discounts and made sure to take your car in himself. It also helped that he was downright stunning, though with the age gap you never took your thoughts seriously. One day you had to come in with the guy you were going on a date with after getting a call from James telling you your car was ready.

“Your car has to stay here for another day alright? You can come in tomorrow” James said when he first saw you. You tried arguing that he told you it was fine, but he just walked away and back to the car he was working on when you first came in.

You two went about your day but you couldn’t get James out of your head, so you made your date drop you off at the shop when you saw James’ car parked in front of it. Sure enough you found him sat on the ground next to your car, cigarette in hand.

“You shouldn’t be smoking here” you said as you walked in, a small smile playing on your lips, but he simply stared back blankly as he got up.

“What are you doing here?” he turned his back to you, tossing his cigarette to the floor and stepping on it.

“I want to know what this morning was about, you made me come here for no reason” ironic considering you weren’t exactly here for your car now either. He must’ve thought of that too as he turned around only to raise his eyebrows.

“Does your boyfriend let you go to repair shops at night all alone?” he scoffed but you were quick to tell him he wasn’t your boyfriend, you also doubted you two were ever going out again. “Well your car is ready if you want to take it home now”

But you didn’t, you wanted to stay there with him. You had a horrible day and it was all because of him, the least he could do was make it up to you, no? You shook your head, walking past him to pull the hood of your car up and look over the engine. You knew nothing about cars, and he knew that so he joined you and explained to you what went wrong.

At one point he looked over at you only to find you already staring, a mere breath away from him. You wanted to kiss him, badly. So you did, it was fast and soft and not nearly enough, but you didn’t have to worry because he chased your lips after. He kissed you like his life depended on it, like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do. He pulled you closer, hand going down to your ass where he squeezed and slapped.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” he pulled back only to whisper that before finding your lips again, and he was right. “You’re too young for me, baby”

But you’d be damned if you cared, you finally had the guy you’ve been having obscene dreams of kissing you and resting his big, rough, tattooed hands on your ass. You whined, pull his head down once again to shut him up, making him pull your body impossibly closer.

“Need to fuck you so bad, baby” the name he was using was driving you crazy and you could feel yourself pulsing already. “You gone let me do that to you? Fuck you on this filthy floor where anyone could see?” he whispered it all between kisses, smiling softly at the way your hips moved against his.

“Easy there” with that he pulled away, attaching his lips to your neck, biting and kissing, surely leaving a mark. “All mine aren’t ya, gorgeous?”

Your moan seemed to be all the confirmation he needed so he pulled you down to the floor, resting himself above you with his hands next to your head. What you didn’t expect was for him to undress you fully, making sure you were stark naked against the disgusting floor, his dirty hands working over your clothing piece by piece. He leaned back on his hunches to look over you, his cock stirring at the sight. He kissed up your leg, holding your thighs wide open so he could kiss your clit, once, then twice, then sucking it into his mouth, making you cry out.

“You gotta keep quiet, we don’t want anyone hearing your pretty little noises” he spoke against your folds, making you throw your head back. He kissed his way up your body, stopping at your lips.

“They’re only mine to hear, yeah? Say it, baby” and you did, your voice low and wavering, your eyes already wet.

He finally took mercy on you, letting his fingers dip between your thighs to feel how wet you were. He pushed two of his fingers into your clenching hole, which was already a tight fit. He tortured you with them to say the least, stretching them as far as they’d go, fucking them into you at a pace you truly couldn’t keep up with, curled them and teased that little spot that made you cry out until your body contorted, all while his other two fingers were stuffing your mouth, making sure you were quiet.

He replaced the fingers in your mouth with the ones that were covered with your own orgasm before asking, “You let him touch you?” you shook your head, already drooling around his fingers but he wouldn’t have that “Words, baby”

He never removed his fingers though, making you gurgle and gag around them in an attempt to please him, and it seemed to work as he finally pulled his fingers out, cleaning them off on your thigh before pulling his cock out. He was fully clothed in comparison to you, and the thought made your hole clench around nothing. He picked up on that, smirking as he let his cock circle it, watching over the way you couldn’t control the twitching, gaping, and continuous clenching. You whispered his name, unable to take the teasing anymore, and that finally made him sink into you.

You were tight, impossibly tight even after he had fingered you, and he tried giving you time to adjust to him, but he couldn’t. His hips snapped forward involuntarily, and he soon gave into the feeling of your soft, warm walls around him. He fucked you too fast, too rough, the ground under you was rubbing your skin raw and surely getting you all dirty. You covered your mouth with your hand as to stay quiet but he was quick to take that away from you as well, leaning over you and fucking you even deeper.

“Not a single noise, you hear me?” he pinned your hands next to your head and you struggled against him, unable to keep quiet. “This is what happens to little sluts that fuck around, they get dicked down on filthy floors. Gonna- fuck, gonna mold your little pussy onto my cock. Gone make sure no man can even think of fucking it again. Shit, baby, so tight. Gone make sure you gape even when I’m not fucking you, leave you all lose and wet, just for me”

His words were getting to your head, making you arch your back, and your pussy grip him like a vice as you came all over his cock. You didn’t even care about being quiet anymore, filthy noises filling up the garage. That seemed to push him over the edge, cumming deep inside you and riding out his own orgasm as he fucked it deeper into you.

“I’m not on birth control” you whispered, trying to push him away.

“Good, you’re not gonna need it”

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 days

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In The Way I Need You | Part 11

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➪in which clay makes it up to you after you found that now destroyed picture of him and sam, and you confess to what happened after he left jess’.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Today was one of the rare days that Clay got to work with his mom, and of course she was able to tell that something was wrong as soon as he entered the room.

When he tried to wave it off, she pressured him into going home early and resting - assuming it was something to do with his heart, which was a lot better than her finding out the real reason why he wasn’t his usual self. There was no way he could tell her that he was miserable because he fucked things up with you again.

He knew you would be there when he got home, and he was almost nervous to face you after this morning. He had the full intention to apologize to you and explain further, but you completely shut him out, and he understood why.

If you needed space, he’d give you it, but it wouldn’t make him feel any less like an asshole for having Sam’s picture in his drawer, even if he forgot about it entirely before you found it.

Clay was scared that you’d stop babysitting Joey, and they’d be alone again. You had filled in most of the hole Sam left, which was surprising in itself since you hadn’t been in his life for too long.

Since he was coming home a bit early today, he was hoping he would be able to talk to you for a bit longer. His mom wouldn’t be back until later tonight, and Clay was planning on explaining things to you when Joey goes to bed. If you even decided to stay that long and let him.

He got home at around six thirty, and he was up the stairs within seconds when he heard yours and Joey’s mixed laughs coming from the kitchen. The sound was one he wanted to hear all the time, and that just further proved how badly he needed to fix things between you and him. Because Joey loved you. And Clay…well, he really liked you and didn’t want things to end because of Sam.

Clay entered the kitchen and met your eye almost immediately, and he was forced to watch your smile fade as you set Joey down. He runs over to Clay with a big grin and a laugh as he picks him up, greeting him in the way Clay loved. “Hi, daddy,”

“Hi, buddy,” he said back, kissing the top of his son’s head before looking back at you. “Y/n.”

You seemed to have been frozen before and when he said your name, you quickly straightened up and put down the spoon you were holding. “You’re back early,” you observe and hesitantly make your way over to him and Joey. “I thought you’d be gone another few hours. I was going to clean.”

Clay shook his head and set Joey down. “Don’t worry about it,” he waved you off as Joey grabbed his hand. He looked tired, and Clay knew he needed to go to sleep. So with pleading eyes he said, “I’m going to go get him ready for bed. But I want to talk to you about…everything. Will you stay? Please?”

You bite down on your bottom lip and reach out to run your knuckles along Joey’s cheek. “Yeah,” you answer quietly, meeting Clay’s eyes again. “I’ll stay.”

A sigh of relief left his mouth and he was quickly taking Joey upstairs and getting him ready for bed. Once he was tucked under his covers and holding his teddy bear, Clay leaned down and kissed the top of Joey’s head. “I love you, Joe,” he whispered, then turned and made his way back to you.

You were sitting on the couch, your leg bouncing a bit as you picked at your nails, and Clay passed by the living room and continued on to the kitchen, where he grabbed a diet coke from the fridge before heading back to you. “Here,” he murmured and held it out to you.

The smile you gave him as you took it had his heart skipping a beat, and he quickly sat next to you. “You know, I got mad at my coworker today,” you say quietly as you run the tip of your index finger along the cold can. “Like, really mad.”

Clay’s lips turned upwards at your choice of a conversation starter and he leaned back on the couch. “You got mad?” He asked with a teasing tone that made your smile grow a bit. “Why?”

You bite down on your lip and lean back as well, looking over at him with a blush coating your face. “Because he’s an ass,” you answer simply, making Clay let out a surprised laugh. “He was. It was right after you left. His name is Miles, and he started saying all this stuff after you were gone and not there to defend yourself, and even if you were there, I know you still wouldn’t defend yourself because you are far too sweet to stand up to someone you don’t know, but I’m not.”

He held back a laugh at that since he knew you were probably right. Clay couldn’t even stand up to his mom or Sam when she was still around, and he knew there was a small chance that he’d actually stick up for himself to a total stranger.

You, on the other hand…he’d stand up for you, just like how you supposedly did for him.

“So when you left, I was reading through your texts that I stupidly didn’t answer and then he just had to say something. He said that you were probably some rich guy who’s stuck up and only came to Jess’ to pity poor people like him and I,” you rambled and Clay couldn’t stop himself from reaching over and grabbing your hand. Thankfully you allowed him to and laced your fingers with his. “I went off on him. I was practically yelling at him and telling him to shut up in front of all the customers and on my first day of working there. You and I weren’t even on good terms and I was still acting like we were and I probably totally embarrassed myself in front of everyone there, including my new boss.”

You were beginning to sound a bit breathless, so you stopped and waited for a few beats, and Clay didn’t say a word.

“But I didn’t care, because he was being an ass and I needed to say something to him about it because,” you stopped yourself short and Clay thought for a split second that you were going to say those three words that had been swirling around in his head for a few days now. It was too early, right? You didn’t feel that way, right? “I like you so much. You’re so sweet and kind and caring and the best dad to Joey. I couldn’t stand hearing him say all these horrible things about you when he doesn’t even know you.”

Clay smiled and felt his body heat up at the way you defended him from the coworker he’d seen eyeing you up the entire time he was visiting you at Jess’. “I don’t know what to say,” he laughed, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “No one has ever publicly defended me like that before.”

“Yeah, well,” you laughed, too, but he could tell that you were starting to feel a bit embarrassed. “Maybe it was stupid of me to risk doing that on my first day, but…I just didn’t care.”

Clay’s brows furrowed in concern. “You didn’t get fired, did you?”

“No, no, I just…I told Jess that the hot guy that came in before Miles and I’s argument was my…boyfriend, and how we weren’t doing great at the moment, and she understood for the most part,” you answer with a forced smile. “It just can’t happen again.”

Clay nodded and then when he was sure you were done, he knew it was his turn. “That picture you found, the one in my drawer? Well, it’s in about a hundred pieces right now,”

Your eyes widened and you sat up, setting your drink aside. “You ripped it up? Clay, that was your wedding photo. That day was supposed to be a good memory to hold onto,”

He just shook his head and squeezed your hand. “It’s over,” he whispered. “What Sam and I had…it’s not even a good memory anymore. That picture? It doesn’t mean anything at all to me anymore, and that’s why it’s in pieces in the garbage.”

You press your lips together in a way that told him you were holding back a smile, and he fought one off himself as he continued,

“Sam is just the person who helped give me Joey. That’s all she is to me,” he promised and watched as you nodded. “She doesn’t mean anything, and she hasn’t for a long time. You on the other hand…you’re…”

He stopped talking as he didn’t know where he was going with that. You meant so much to him and to Joey, he honestly didn’t know where he would be right now without you. But it was still so soon, and he promised he wouldn’t rush things with you. It worked so well for him last time.

“I’m what?” You pressed, leaning closer to him and reaching up to lightly grip his shoulder.

“You’re everything she’s not,” he replied, sitting up straight. “I mean, Joey is practically obsessed with you already. You’re all he talks about when you’re not here, and he’s attached to you when you are here. He’s like his dad in that way.”

The smile you give him at that could only be described as fucking beautiful, and then you were carefully crawling on top of him and straddling his lap.

Clay reached up to smooth out your hair. “You’re who I want to be with. And I’m sorry you saw that picture. I thought I had gotten rid of it a while ago,” he murmured, leaning in and kissing behind your ear. “I don’t ever go in that drawer, so I promise, I really had no idea-”

You cut him off with a kiss to his mouth that was pretty effective in getting him to forget about what he was about to say. “Clay,” you mumble when you pull away, kissing the corner of his mouth quickly afterwards. “Stop making yourself feel bad with excuses. I already forgave you.”

Clay smiled, then you were kissing him again. “I missed you yesterday,” he confessed against your lips. “I really wanted to take you out on our second date.”

You whined and pulled away. “Don’t remind me,” you whispered, dropping your head onto his shoulder, your fingers tangling in his hair afterwards. “I feel guilty about that. You were so cute before I found that stupid fucking picture.”

“I’m not now?” He teased and you pulled back to give him a pointed look. “Sorry.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, Clay,” you mumbled, running the tips of your fingers along his jaw. “Maybe I overreacted. But I hated seeing you with her, even if it was through a photo.”

“You didn’t overreact,” he murmured, leaning up to kiss the side of your neck. “That photo shouldn’t have been in there. I promise, you won’t find any more around. She’s out of our lives.”

“Okay,” you trail off, gently massaging the back of his neck. “I missed you, too. Can we spend a day together soon? Or did I blow the one chance we had?”

Clay laughed, already knowing when the next time you and he would be alone together could be, but he decided to keep it from you for just a bit longer. “We’ll have another chance,” he promised and watched as you nodded then looked down at his lips. Without another word being spoken, you leaned in and kissed him softly, your lips barely brushing against his as if you were testing it out. It reminded him of the first kiss you shared, and the memory had him grabbing hold of your hips and pressing you tight against his chest.

The feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair felt concerningly good, and Clay realized that it had been a while since he felt this comfortable with a woman. Sam did a number on him and he had only let himself indulge in a few meaningless conversations with women before he decided he just wasn’t ready to move on yet.

That was before, now he was pretty much all in with you.

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling his lap, your hips pressed to his in a way that had him holding back a groan of want. He would let you decide how far this goes, even if it left him with a killer boner afterwards. “Is this okay?” You asked sweetly, pulling away just enough to be able to look him in the eye.

“Yeah,” came his strained reply as he leaned his head back on the top of the couch. “It’s okay. More than okay.”

You press your lips together, sliding your hands back down to his shoulders. “It’s not too much?” You asked quieter this time, and he adored the way you were so concerned about doing something that could potentially trigger his heart rate to spike.

Clay shook his head, bending his legs more so his thighs were a bit firmer. Your lips part in a silent gasp, and it took a lot out of him to not kiss you again as he said, “It’s not too much, baby,”

He knew that nickname did things to you. He caught the way you reacted to it the first time he called you it, and he made a mental note that you clearly liked it. “Oh, God,” you groaned, leaning in and dropping your head to his shoulder. “Clay.”

Ever since the first time he had heard the sweet sounds you make when you get like this, Clay had been determined to coax them out of you more often. It was impossible to not get riled up when your soft moans filled the quiet living room, and it was hard not to notice the fact that he usually spends most of his time in here with you.

The memory of his first kiss with you flashed through his mind, and he groaned at where that kiss led to. You on top of him, your hands tangled in his hair and your hips dragging against his in a way that should not feel so good. But it was you, and Clay was beginning to think that everything with you felt good.

Your lips brushing against his in a barely-there kiss got him out of his head and he held onto your waist a bit tighter, leaning up to kiss you properly. You returned it, pulling on his hair as you shifted your body back and forth on his lap. “Do we..” You trailed off, massaging the spot on his head where you had tugged on his hair. “We have time?” You hesitantly asked, slowing down the drag of your hips.

“I got sent home early,” he laughed breathlessly, watching as a smile formed on your lips. “My mother wouldn’t put up with my pouting.”

You laugh, shifting so you were higher up on his lap and pressing your chest to his. “This pout,” you murmur, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while the hand of your other came up to caress the side of his face. “It does something to me.” Your index finger traces the outline of his lips as you begin rubbing yourself against him again.

“At least it works on you,” he teased and you bit down on your lip, leaning in to press a deep kiss to his mouth.

“So,” you dragged the word out.

“So,” he echoed, guiding the slow roll of your body. “We have more than enough time.”

You smile at him, picking up the pace again. “Feels so good, Clay,” you whimper, wrapping your arm tighter around him and dropping your head to his shoulder. “Just like how it felt upstairs in the hall.”

Clay groaned, bucking his hips upwards and making a surprised moan leave your mouth. “You sounded so pretty,” he reminisced, bunching up your shirt. “Tasted so good.”

“Oh, my God,” you moaned loudly, moving a bit erratically now. “It’s too much.”

“Are you gonna come?” He asked under his breath, unable to speak any louder than that in fear he’d give away just how much of an effect you have on him.

You nod quickly, bunching his shirt in your hands. “Are you?”

Clay leaned back against the top of the couch again, gazing up at you with a lazy smile. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly. “With me? Please?”

Clay grunted, in a bit of disbelief at how sweet you sounded when asking for something so dirty. He was sure he’d give you anything you wanted if you asked him like how you just did. “Come, baby,” he requested in a raspy voice, and you squeezed your eyes shut as your body shook on top of his.

He came with you, making a real mess in his boxers that he honestly didn’t care about. It’d been a long time since he was intimate with someone, but you made him feel better than he had ever felt. He was sure it was because it was with you, the girl he’s been so into since the minute he met you.

Your body stilled on top of his, your fingers trailing through his hair as you came down from your high. “How?” You asked breathlessly, pulling away from his shoulder to be able to look him in the eye. “How do you make it feel so good every time?”

Clay laughed, smoothing out your messy hair and ruffled shirt before pressing a kiss to your swollen lips. “Maybe I’ll let you find that out next time,”

With that promise, you grinned at him and pulled him down so he is laying on top of you and your arms are wound tightly around him.

Next up...some time alone..

Thank you for reading this extremely late chapter !

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