#let's give kalv some more love 🥺💛

[fentybucky]

talking about Kalv, I’d like to share and reblog this oneshot that my dear Em wrote for me lol 💛

Around His Waist | Kalvin Phillips

“I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.” with Kalvin Phillips

Word Count: 826

Warnings: teasing, foreplay, mentions of sex

A/N: Shoutout to @fentybucky for the request! xx

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Kalvin couldn’t help it, he was distracted and it was all your fault. Not that you knew that, though - you were happily sitting on his countertop, intermittently snagging fruits and veg depending on what he was cutting in-between conversation, your legs swinging lazily back and forth to some internal rhythm that Kalvin wasn’t privy to.

He’d wanted you for months now, unsure how to go about getting what he wanted. Getting picked to be part of the England squad for the Euros had made him rethink his priorities, and that’s when he’d realized his feelings for you. The two of you had been friends for years so naturally the last thing he wanted to do was ruin that, but the ache in his chest was getting impossible to ignore.

“Hand me the strawberries, will you?” He asked as he finished up the cantaloupe.

“Nope,” you retorted, giving him a smug smile.

Kalvin huffed your name in frustration. “Please?”

“You’ve got arms and legs - use them, Phillips.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he muttered, shaking his head as he stepped back from the counter and reached across you to grab them.

His tattooed arm brushed across your bare thighs and you couldn’t help sucking in a breath at the contact. You squeezed your thighs together almost imperceptibly, but Kalvin was attentive when it came to you. He stilled, his forearm resting on your thigh. “Kalvin,” you said, trying to be nonchalant but the breathy, shaky quality to your voice gave away your need. You closed your eyes, swallowing hard as you tried to regain your composure and tried again. “Don’t worry about it - I’ll get the strawberries.”

“I turn you on, don’t I.” It was meant to be a question but said like a statement as Kalvin’s eyes searched yours. His thumb brushed over your outer thigh and Kalvin watched your eyes flutter closed at the pleasure.

“Honest answer?”

“Are we ever anything less than honest with each other?”

You shook your head, running your tongue over your bottom lip. “Yes, you turn me on,” you admitted, your gaze in your lap as you reached out and touched his tattooed arm, reveling in the way his skin reacted to your touch. “And I think I do the same to you.”

There was a clatter as Kalvin set down the knife, shifting so he was standing in front of you. Your eyes were glued to his as he slid his hands down your thighs, your legs instinctively spreading so he could stand in-between them. “I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist,” Kalvin confessed shyly, moaning a little when you did just that.

“Good, because I’ve been dreaming of what you would feel like inside me,” you murmured, trailing your fingers up his arms until you linked your hands around the back of his neck, the short hair on the shaved part of his head rough over your fingertips. You could feel his erection pressed between your legs and you could feel your panties dampen in anticipation as you reached up and tugged the bobble holding his hair back. His curls fell out into your hands and you thread your fingers through them.

Kalvin’s nose brushed across your cheek as he leaned in. “If I kiss you right now, there’s no going back.”

“So kiss me already, Kalvin,” you challenged, smirking as you both leaned in and your lips met in a heady kiss.

Everything changed from that first kiss but you didn't mind. Being kissed by Kalvin was all you’d wanted for months and you weren’t going to let him go until you got what you wanted from him. His fingers slid up your shirt, the calluses scraping over your skin and making goosebumps spread out over your skin. You lifted your shirt up over your head, dropping it to the floor as you watched Kalvin take in your boobs. You moaned, arching your back as Kalvin trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone, one hand fondling your breast before he took one pebbled nipple in his mouth. The feeling of his mouth there went straight to your clit, drawing another sound past your lips.

“I was wondering how you’d react when I did that,” he murmured, flicking his gaze up at you briefly before repeating the action on the other neglected nipple. “It’s even hotter than I imagined.”

“Please, Kalvin,” you whimpered, tugging on his curls as your hips bucked against him. “Please just fuck me now; you can have me any way you want but please stop teasing.”

Kalvin stopped, pulling back to look at you. His eyes were darker with need, the veins in his arms and forehead pulsing, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily. “Wrap your legs around my waist so I can carry you to bed,” he commanded. You obeyed, holding onto him tightly as he took you to the bedroom to finish what you’d both started.