#the tension of this exes to lovers is insane omfg how he never even considered staying anywhere else. LIKE THE LAST TIMES
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omg i think i maxed the tags on this
the way everything played out oh my god hes soooo affectionate. how he kisses you all the time everywhere and is just so familiar with you omg that's driving me crAZY
and his teeth sinking into the side of your neck/?? OMG i CANNAWT THATS INSANE. then JUST WHEN YOU NEEDED HIM MOST HE PULLS OUT SJHDFBAS TO SEE YOU !>>>!/!?!? KYLEEE ??!?!? gODDAMN ROMANTIC THATS WHATT HE IS
.... he tells you youre pretty..... god..... this paragraph HAD ME: Youâre pretty sure heâs full of shit; youâre panting like youâve run a marathon, youâre sweaty, your hair is dishevelled, and youâre still wearing the ugly sweatshirt you had put on earlier. Yet, even still, Gazâs genuine little compliment has your heart flipping in your ribcage.
the intimacy of it all has me clutching MY CHEST ohmy gos and he. says he loves you.. oh my god.... why am i crying GODDAMN... and him at the end... oh god
when he cups your cheeks... im SAWBING... his little kisses oh my god... the comfort of everything jdfbgdjf how you both inch closer to eachotherhgfvsjdf :(( how he's rolled w even the most unreasonable attitude thrown his way :(( if anyone else would be as patient as you :(( oh my HEART
Gaz is the most beautiful man youâve ever met, funny and sweet and always so caring. You love him, even if it kills you a little to admit it, and you donât know how to respond to his admission that heâs been faithful to you during the long months you werenât together. <- started crying here AGAIN. he's such a sweetheart GOD im ACHING
aNd WHEN YOU ASK HIM TO STAY :((( CMON NOW :((( UGH KYLE YOU BEAUTIFUL, STUPID HANDSOME MAN :((( AND HOW HE HOLDS YOU TIGHTLY TOOSDGASBJD GOOSSFHSD all the emotions in thisdfjbs and his shaky little exhale oh god
op thank you so much for writing this i am deeply WRECKED i love this so much and im so sorry for all the word vomit in the tags oh my god
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đ pairing: kyle 'gaz' garrick x fem reader
đ tags: nsfw, ex-boyfriend!gaz, unprotected vaginal sex, lack of communication, jealousy, 'just the tip' trope, sex with feelings
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You hate wasting a Friday night on a first date, but you had genuinely high hopes for this one. You had made such an effort, too; pretty sparkly eyeshadow, strawberry-flavoured lipgloss, a new little black dress.
You look good. You feel good.Â
Itâs just a shame that the guy is a bit of a moron.Â
He talks about himself a lot over dinner. Like, so much. You sit and smile and pretend to listen, your gaze wandering, and wonder if heâs going to ask any questions about you. He does (eventually), but theyâre short and perfunctory and he seems to just take your answers and use them as a springboard into his next topic of discussion.
Itâs a little tedious, but hey. First dates usually are. You weather it, your polite smile turning a little stiff as you sip your wine. Truthfully, you have ulterior motives here.
Youâre not proud of it, but you donât think you can handle the dry spell youâre going through anymore. You crave touch, affection, some kind of connection. Youâre okay with being single, but god youâre so hungry for intimacy that itâs led to you agreeing to a date with a guy that you honestly wouldnât have normally been into just for the chance of getting some action.
Ben is a nice enough guy, and heâs certainly good looking; neatly groomed hair, straight white teeth, a nice physique. Heâs in good shape, though you canât help but subconsciously compare him toâÂ
No, you think sternly to yourself, Donât do that.
When he leans into you at the end of the date and asks in a low, sultry voice if you want to continue the night with him, you agree a little breathlessly. God, itâs been a long time since you were touched.
Your place is closer, and you canât help but feel a little illicit thrill as you lead Ben back. You never usually bring guys back to yours, especially not on the first date, but youâll be the first to admit that youâre needy tonight.Â
The weather is getting colder as winter creeps its icy fingers through the air, but youâre wrapped tight in your coat and kept nice and warm as Ben wraps an arm around your waist, kissing heatedly at your neck as you try to open your door.
You giggle, the wine from dinner making you all loose and happy and eager. You tilt your head to give him more of your throat, and he eagerly takes the opportunity to introduce teeth and tongue as he kisses the line of your neck. You fumble with the key, clumsy as your body heats up.
When you finally manage to turn the key and get the stupid door open, Ben grabs you by the hips and spins you around so that he can pull you into a proper kiss. The guy might have been a dull conversationalist, but youâre delighted to find that heâs a good kisser.
The two of you stumble through the door, your arms locked around his neck as he holds you by the waist. Itâs a little embarrassing how eager you are for a guy that you really arenât even all that into, but you guess thatâs just where desperation has gotten you.
âShit,â Ben hisses when you nip at his lip. âFuck, youâre so hot. Câmere, take this off.â
He starts tugging at your coat, and you pull back just enough to shrug it off, letting it drop to the floor. He lets out a throaty sound of appreciation, before grabbing at your waist again and leaning in to trail another set of hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.Â
You tilt your head back, thunking lightly against the wall, and your eyelids flutter at the nipping kisses along your sensitive skin.Â
âOh, godâŠâ You breathe, blinking your eyes open again.
But then⊠you pause. For the first time, you notice that the lights in your entryway are on. Why are they on? You hadnât turned them on when you came in, and you know that they werenât on when you had left.Â
Ben is still groping eagerly at your hips, one hand reaching around to squeeze at your ass, but now youâre distracted, on alert. Your eyes dart around, and fall on a pair of Adidas Superstars set neatly by the front door, and a big puffer coat thatâs been hung up on the hook in the hall.
Oh no. No fucking way.
As if to confirm the path your thoughts had just taken, your eyes catch on a figure in the doorway to the living room, leaning casually against the doorframe. Just watching.
A scream catches in your throat, and you grab Ben by the shoulders in an attempt to stop him. He doesnât seem to understand, because he just keeps squeezing at your ass, pulling your hips closer so that he can slot between your legs and grind against you.
The brief spark of arousal that shoots through you when he grinds his hard-on into the seam of your cunt through your underwear is significantly dampened by the awareness that someone is already in your home, watching you, and you already know who it is.
âHey, baby,â Kyle fucking Garrick says, lifting a mug patterned with little cartoon cats to his mouth. âHad a nice night out?â
âJesus Christââ You hiss, shoving at Benâs chest. This time, the push isnât needed, because Ben has rocketed up straight at the sound of another manâs voice in your house calling you âbabyâ.
âWhat theââ Ben starts to say, his brow furrowing into a bewildered frown when he catches sight of Gaz standing in the doorway watching you.
âKyle, what are you doing here?â You snap, mortified. You grab at the bottom of your short little dress, pulling roughly at it to try and make sure youâre not flashing anyone.
Gaz watches you, amusement shining in his dark eyes. Heâs not even trying to hide the way his gaze is drawn to your legs, lingering where your dress has ridden up your thighs. He sips his tea, a poor attempt at concealing his smirk.
âHome from deployment earlier than expected, love.â He says, calm and casual as if he hasnât just broken into your goddamn house to destroy any hope you had of getting railed that night. âNo time to find accommodation. You donât mind, eh?â
Benâs head is swinging between the two of you, his expression blank as he tries to work out just what exactly is happening. Heâs straightened up entirely, the presence of Gaz obviously putting him on edge. You canât blame him for his confusion; Gaz is currently looking at you like he wants to fucking eat you alive, and youâre beginning to get hot and flustered under his stare.
âAre youââ Ben starts, his head still on a swivel as though he canât decide who to address. âIâm sorry, who is this?â
Gaz doesnât even bother to reply at once. He sips at his tea, and tilts his head as he lets his eyes wander over Ben lazily. It doesnât seem like heâs all too impressed by what he sees, though heâs smirking as though heâs amused.
âSergeant Kyle Garrick.â He says at last, with a nod.
You huff. You know what heâs doing â he never introduces himself by his rank unless heâs trying to make a point.
Ben goes stiff. Heâs still pressed against you, and you can feel every ounce of tension down the line of your body. It seems like heâs just now clocking Gaz as a proper threat, and you take a breath as you realise that heâs about to split and leave you here.
And sure enoughâ
âIâ Listen, I donât know whatâs.. whatâs going on here, but I donât want any trouble.â Ben says, finally pushing himself away from you. Heâs holding his hands up by his shoulders as though heâs being held at gunpoint, and you roll your eyes impatiently at his dramatics.
âNo trouble, mate.â Gaz says, his voice still cheerfully amiable. âDoorâs behind you.â
âGazââ You hiss, incensed, but itâs pointless.Â
Ben is already scrambling to open the door, heedless of the way you grasp onto his coat in protest. You sigh heavily as he tumbles out into the cold night, and the door slams shut behind him so loud it makes your head hurt.
You stand alone in your entryway, shivering a little in your tiny black dress and heels from the icy breeze that was let in from Benâs escape. Your jaw is clenched tight, and you take a deep, deep breath as you turn to face your ex-boyfriend.
Gaz is still watching you, his deep brown eyes staring at you from beneath his long dark lashes. You try hard to ignore his expression, which is unmistakably hungry.
âYou look good, baby.â He says, staring pointedly at the way your breasts are all pushed up in your tight dress.Â
âDonât call me that.â You grumble, teaching down to unbuckle your delicate heels. You cast them aside and kick them over so theyâre laying beside Gazâs runners.
Gaz just snickers, turning to follow after you when you march your way to the kitchen. Irritation is burning hot in your veins, your lips pursed as you struggle to bite your tongue. Itâs so fucking typical that the exact night you try to have some cheap, meaningless sex with some stranger, Gaz has decided to land right into your home. Itâs like he has a fucking radar for when youâre about to get laid.
âYou could have gotten a hotel.â You snap over your shoulder as you make your way to the kettle. Itâs already hot, but you flick the switch again anyway.
âNah. Theyâre all booked out. Busy season, you know.â
God, heâs so full of shit. You both know he never even considered staying anywhere other than with you, just like the last few times.
Still, you persevere.
âYou could have stayed with one of the guys.â You say, turning around and folding your arms over your chest.
Gaz glances down, and you realise that youâve inadvertently pushed your breasts together and up. You hastily drop your arms again, and settle instead for planting your hands on your hips.
âCould have,â He admits, leaning against your kitchen table in a way thatâs infuriatingly casual. âBut they never offered.â
âNeither did Iâ!â
Gaz doesnât even seem to hear you. He just steps towards you, reaching to grab an empty mug from the cupboard above your head. The movement brings him so close to you, close enough that your next inhale is scented with his fresh-sweet cologne, the one you always loved, and you find your eyelids fluttering as your muscles relax without your permission. He smells so familiar, so comforting. You hate it.
âGo get changed,â He murmurs, keeping his voice low like he knows the moment is delicate. âWeâll watch a movie.â
Youâd love to get fired up, to shove him or curse at him, but itâs all you can do to find the strength to step away from him instead of melting into him. Youâre pretty sure he deserves an ass-kicking for this stunt of this, but you decide to pick your battles. Or at least, to postpone them.
You waver another moment, debating over whether you should try to get the last say, but Gaz has already turned away to continue making the cup of tea that you had started. Recognising that the moment has passed, you huff a sigh and march out of the kitchen, making your way to your bedroom.
It takes quite a bit of wiggling to get out your dress â it might look good, but thereâs an inordinate sense of relief when you finally tug it over your head and feel as though you can breathe unimpeded again. You unclip your bra and toss it aside, rolling your shoulders and sighing as your breasts are freed.Â
Once you're dressed again in a worn-out massive t-shirt that drowns your body and some loose sweatpants, looking decidedly unsexy, you pad to your bathroom and start washing your makeup off. Now that youâre alone, that disappointment and frustration is settling in properly. Ben might have been boring, but if his kissing was anything to judge by, you might actually have had a perfectly enjoyable night with him.
Bare-faced and dressed for lounging in bed, you trudge back downstairs to your ex-boyfriend. Itâs far from the way you wanted to end your night, but youâve resigned yourself to your fate. You can hear the muffled sounds from the television as you make your way downstairs, and you redirect yourself towards your small sitting room.
Gaz is sat sprawled on the couch, his legs spread wide as he makes himself comfortable in your home. Something twists in your stomach at how comfy he looks, as though he belongs there. He looks around when you walk in, though your footsteps are quiet and muffled by your fluffy socks.
You look far from sexy right now in your ugly old loungewear and bare face, but Gaz brightens up at the sight of you.
âThere she is.â He crows, though thereâs something soft in his gaze that you can hardly face. âCâmon, love. Want to pick what weâre watching?â
You just look at him tiredly. Heâs as handsome as ever; the prettiest boy youâve ever seen. He must have come straight here once heâd gotten back from deployment because his eyes are dark and exhausted and stubble is a little more overgrown than usual. You hate that heâs able to come into your space like this so easily â like heâs never left.
âGazââ You start to say, but youâre cut off when he reaches for your hand.
He tugs you towards him, and you put a knee hastily up on the couch to prevent yourself from falling flat into his lap.
âShhh, câmon. Just sit with me.â He murmurs, looking up at you with those damn pretty eyes.
You waver, but then you turn your head to the side and catch sight of the second cup of tea sitting on the coffee table. Gaz has made it just how you like it, and in your favourite mug too. You crumble almost instantly.Â
âStick to your side of the couch.â You grumble, before dropping yourself down heavily onto the sofa next to him.
Gaz hums, and you can already tell that he has no intention of following that order. His arm is already sprawled over the back of the couch; itâs not touching you, but you have no doubt that heâll try to before the end of the night.
He sticks on some stupid movie on Netflix. You donât pay attention. Itâs a rom-com, which is typical. He always pretends he chooses the sappy romantic films for your benefit, but youâre not fooled. You see the way he watches them with avid interest, the way his toes curl in his socks when the big love confession scene comes on screen. Itâs always been something that youâre impossibly fond of.
The two of you are silent for a while, but itâs not uncomfortable. Part of you wishes that it was awkward â it would be easier, you think. But he makes it so simple, sitting with him like this as the cheesy film plays in the background. Youâre still a little tipsy from the drinks youâd had at dinner, and you melt into the couch beside him a little quicker than you think you would have otherwise.
âYou ruined my night, you know.â You say at last, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.
To your surprise, heâs already looking at you. You glance away hastily again, not wanting to make eye contact.
âNah,â He says, and you feel his arm dip down a little. Heâs cupping your shoulders now, and you should probably move away, but you donât. âIf anything, I saved you from having a long, disappointing night with some tosser you agreed to pity-date. He didnât exactly look like your type, darling.â
âHe was a perfectly nice guy.â You bite out, crossing your arms defensively over your belly in your big t-shirt.
âNice guys donât end the first date by groping your ass and humping you up against your wall in your own house.â He says, and if youâre not mistaken youâd say he sounds a little bitter.
You cast a sideways glance at him. Heâs sitting up, watching you closely and leaning just slightly towards you. Heâs so intense about the way heâs looking at you, his arm dipping low so that heâs holding you properly.
âStop it.â You say. It hardly even sounds like a proper protest. Youâre so tired, still a little floaty from the wine youâd had at dinner, and desperately disappointed by the lack of sexual satisfaction you had been hoping for.
Thereâs a pause, and then Gaz gives a small shrug. He pulls his arm back to give you space, but he still has that stupid smirk on his face. You canât even be angry about the cockiness of his expression when his eyes are that soft though.
âSorry, sweetheart.â He murmurs. âIâm not being fair, am I?â
âNo,â You say petulantly. âYouâre not.â
He huffs a noise thatâs almost a laugh, only he manages to stifle it so that it comes out as a cough instead.Â
âMm. Iâm sorry. Didnât mean to ruin your big date night, especially when you got done up so pretty for it,â He murmurs, his voice low and sweet as honey trickling down your spine. âLet me make up for it. Come on, get over here.â
You hesitate, but Gaz isnât really giving you an option. He begins to shift, one of his strong muscled arms looping around your waist as he pulls you into him. It takes you a long moment to realise what it is that heâs trying to do. He lays back on the couch and pulls you with him, encouraging you to pull your legs up onto the sofa so that the two of you are laying on your sides, with Gaz spooned up against your back.Â
Itâs definitely a bad idea to cuddle with him on the couch like this. Youâre trying to set boundaries, to make it clear that youâre just friends (if you can even call it that) after your breakup. And yet⊠you donât offer any sort of protest at all.
âRelax,â Gaz sighs from behind you, and you feel his nose nuzzle against the back of your neck. âYou love cuddling.â
You roll your eyes, turning your head slightly so he can see the unimpressed expression on your face.Â
âThis isnât enough to make up for being such a dick.â You grumble. Despite your griping, you donât actually make any attempt to get out of his arms.
He was right, after all. You do love cuddling. It was your favourite thing to do when you were together.Â
But youâre not together anymore, and itâs hard to ignore the gnawing guilt that youâre letting this grow into something that should be avoided instead of nipping it in the bud. You and Gaz had broken up months ago, and it was a perfectly amicable split. You canât even say that he was at fault for any of it; the strain of the long distance part of your relationship while he was on deployment just grew too much for you, the space his absence left filling with brambled loneliness that pricked incessantly at you. You had known what you were getting into with this relationship with him, and yet when it came down to it you got too greedy, wanting more of him than he was able to give.Â
Tonight was a moment of weakness for you, and though your hopes for sex may have been thwarted, you canât turn down the soft familiar intimacy of Gazâs strong body cradling you close against him.
Maybe itâs the wine you had at dinner, but you find your muscles relaxing a little as one of Gazâs arms loops around your waist, his big hand coming to rest across your belly.
âMm. Iâm being selfish, love.â He murmurs, and you fight a shiver as his warm breath ghosts over the delicate shell of your ear. âThis is more for me than for you.â
Youâre not altogether sure thatâs true. Itâs certainly doing an awful lot for you right now. Gaz is in just a t-shirt, the muscles of his biceps bunching up under his bare skin as he tries to subtly nudge you closer to him.Â
Youâve missed being all wrapped up in the warm embrace of him; he cuddles with his whole body, the front of his thighs all pressed against the back of yours, his strong chest moulding to your back as his face nuzzles against the back of your neck. You always feel so safe when he holds you like this, like heâs blocking out the rest of the world for you. You can only guess he feels the same â he holds you that much tighter every time he gets back home from his missions.
You grumble quietly, but soon settle down. The repetitive stroking motion of his thumb over your hip is more soothing than it should be. You take deep breaths, trying to be subtle about it, because all you can smell is Gaz and his citrusy sweet aftershave and you just want to drown in it.
âYou canât keep doing this.â You mumble, though all the fight has gone out of you. âItâs not⊠helpful.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, and then Gaz shifts behind you. His arm tightens around your waist almost imperceptibly, as though he thinks youâre going to push him away. But youâre being selfish now too, comfortably wrapped up against his chest.
âWe said weâd stay friends,â He says at last, and heâs so close that you can feel his lips move against the back of your neck as he speaks. âNothinâ wrong with some platonic cuddling. You should see how close me anâ Soap have had to cuddle to conserve heat when weâre out on the field.â
You huff a small laugh, which is obviously what he had been hoping for. Platonic cuddling. This certainly doesnât feel platonic, but you canât bring yourself to push him away. Youâve been craving this kind of closeness for months now, so you just let yourself reluctantly enjoy it. It would have been so much easier if you were able to enjoy it with Ben, with someone who meant nothing to you and wouldnât have brought with him such a complicated web of feelings and history, but thereâs a real sense of comfort in the familiarity of Gazâs presence.
The film Gaz had chosen to stick on is a stupid one. Itâs half action, half love story, with a strong rugged hero and a too-beautiful love-interest whose main role seems to be throwing out quips for comedic relief. Youâve seen a hundred versions of this plot play out in other films, though Gaz is predictably glued to the screen. Heâs always loved these stupid films.
Youâre comfortable enough that you fall into a light doze, uninterested in the television as you relish the heat from Gazâs chest. Heâs like a fucking human radiator, so hot that you can feel a thin dew of sweat begin to break out along your spine. It chases away the chill of the night and makes you so sleepy.
Youâre almost asleep when movement from behind you jolts you back to wakefulness. For a moment, you wonder if youâve imagined it. Then Gaz moves again, and this time itâs unmistakable.
Gaz is hard, the thick ridge of him impossible to miss as he presses against your ass. Youâre awake instantly, the slight tipsiness from dinner vanishing into thin air. Youâre on high alert, eyes darting back to the television to see what the fuck has aroused him, but thereâs nothing of note happening onscreen. Itâs just a conversation between characters, exposition setting up the next stage of the plot.
âGaz,â You say, and your voice comes out louder than you had intended. âStop humping my ass.â
Youâre half-expecting him to deny it, but he just huffs a quiet snort, his nose nuzzling against the back of your neck.
âSorry, love.â He says, though he doesnât sound sorry in the least. âCanât help it. Missed you loads.â
You can feel his cock even through the layers of your clothing, and you swallow hard. God, youâve missed it. Youâve missed him, though it doesnât seem like the right time to admit it. How are you ever supposed to get over each other if he keeps coming to stay with you every time he gets back from wherever in Godâs name heâs been, when he holds you so sweetly and talks to you like youâre still his girl?
His hips rock into you in a movement thatâs almost imperceptible, except youâre waiting for it. His hands are gripping your waist, his fingers curling into the soft flesh there. Heâs always enjoyed the way your body yields to him, so much softer than the hard planes of muscle that make up his own, and itâs no surprise that he goes straight back to holding onto his favourite parts of you even as he ruts against your ass.
âJesus, Gazââ You start to complain, but your voice is a little too breathy to be convincingly angry.
âStop that,â He murmurs, his lips pressing against the side of your neck. âYou never call me that.â
That is true â after the breakup, calling him Kyle just seemed too intimate. Itâs a name that usually falls from your lips with care, in soft whispers made for dark rooms and quiet moments. His callsign offers distance, reminds you both that what you had is in the past. Or that it should be in the past, at least.
âKyle,â You concede tiredly. âYou dickhead.â
He just hums. He knows you well enough to know that youâre not really angry; youâre not even attempting to move away from him, though you know you should. The film is mostly forgotten in the background, though youâre vaguely aware that the two characters onscreen have now progressed to confessing their love before the big final battle. You just sigh; this little romantic film moment is only going to encourage Gaz even more.
Yet still, you donât move.
The way heâs grinding his thick cock against the swell of your ass is making your blood run hot. The pressure every time his hips roll lightly against you and the way that he uses his grip on your hips to pull you back against him is making your brain all stupid and fuzzy. Itâs the only reason you can think of to explain the way you shift, the way you allow your bum to brush back against him. It earns you a soft little grunt thatâs mostly muffled by the way heâs mouthing at your throat.
Oh, it would be so easy to slip the sweatpants that separates the two of you down, to allow him to slide into you. A little woozily, you think it would feel like he was coming home.
But to actually have sex feels like too much of a commitment, too confusing a step to take when things between you two were already muddled and confused enough. Youâre almost afraid to even turn around to glance over your shoulder at him, as though making eye contact might mean youâll both wake up and stop.
Gazâs cock has gotten even harder, filling out thickly as he slots against the clothed groove of your ass. Heâs not even touching your pussy, and yet your knickers are slick and sticky. Itâs embarrassing at your age to be laying on the couch, watching a movie and getting dry-humped like a fucking teenager, and yet your skin feels as though itâs been lit aflame.
Then rustling fabric breaks the silence, and Gaz shifts a little behind you in an odd motion as the insistent pressure on your ass is finally relieved. In its absence, youâre almost disappointed.Â
You tilt your head, just barely turning it, just enough to see that heâs just pulled out his cock.
âKyleââ
âSorry, baby,â He says again, panting against the side of your neck and making you shiver. ââ âm just too hard, getting uncomfortable. Ignore it.â
Ignore it? You think, a little hysterically. The gentle rocking of his erection into your ass was one thing, but how the fuck are you supposed to ignore the fact that your ex is all pressed up against you, still holding you by the waist with one hand as the other fists at his cock.
You glance behind you and down before you can help yourself, your self-control as lacking as ever. Fuck. Youâve missed the sight of that. He has the prettiest cock youâve ever seen, even if right now itâs flushed dark and angry and painful looking. Your mouth waters. He was obviously telling the truth when he said it was getting sore, and you feel a reluctant swell of sympathy.
âBeen thinking of you for months, baby.â He murmurs, placing a wet, messy kiss on your throat. âI canât even fucking cum properly when youâre not around, itâs not the fucking same. God, even missed the way you smellââ
As if to punctuate that, he presses his nose in your hair and inhales deeply. You know you smell like the sweet perfume you had sprayed earlier, your favourite one. You know from experience that itâs also Gazâs favourite one. You tell yourself itâs a coincidence.
âWhy didnât you fuck someone else then? Get it out of your system?â You say, and it comes out a little harsh, a little raw. It reveals more than you want to; you feel a little ill at the thought of Gaz with some faceless girl, holding her and making her laugh, her hands touching him like you do.
If Gaz picks up on the bite in your voice, heâs kind enough to ignore it. He just huffs a quick snort like the suggestion is ridiculous, his sloppy mouthing at your neck turning into a chaste affectionate kiss that feels totally at odds with the desperate motions of his hand pumping at his cock.
âWhy would I do that when I had a girl waiting for me at home?â He asks, his voice so soft with you. âNever wanted anyone else.â
Your toes curl, guilt coiling in your stomach. You hate that you feel pleased that heâs waited for you, that he doesnât want anyone else. Youâre not being fair â it had been you who had broken it off, after all. He should be able to get with whoever he wants to. Conceivably, he is allowed to. Yet you canât pretend that you wouldnât have been sick to your stomach if he admitted that he had.Â
God, you feel like such a hypocrite. Here you are, admittedly all too happy that Gaz has stayed faithful to a relationship that isnât even intact anymore, and there he is, having just witnessed you come home with a strangerâs hands all over you.
âWeâre not together anymore.â You whisper, when what you want to say is Iâm sorry.
âI know.â Gaz replies, and it sounds like For now.
Itâs not a surprise when the hand on your waist slips around to your belly, and then lower again as it slips beneath the waistband of your bottoms. You try and fail to suppress the wet gasp thatâs pulled from your throat when his long fingers coast over the front of your knickers, finding your clothed clit with unerring accuracy.
âOh, lace, baby?â He says, his breath catching in his eagerness before realisation seems to set in. âOh. This was for your little date, eh?â
The guilt again, gnawing in your chest. You arch your back, simultaneously shying away and crowding your ass back up against him. Itâs mortifying, being caught with your fancy underwear beneath your baggy unflattering sweatpants by your ex-boyfriend and having him know without a shadow of a doubt that you intended them to be seen by someone else.
âI wasââ You start to say breathily, but Gaz doesnât let you finish.
âItâs alright, sweetheart,â He murmurs, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. âI know, I know. But he didnât deserve it, didnât deserve you. Jesus, he didnât even know what he fuckinâ had, ran like a cowardââ
âGazââ You try again. You canât help but feel as though you need to explain yourself, like the two of you should talk this through.
âYouâre so soft, Jesus Christ.â He mutters, the side of his hand rubbing at the squishy flesh of your thighs as he strokes at your clit. âWere you always this soft?â
It sounds as though heâs trying to remember, desperate and wanting. You swallow thickly, closing your eyes as that familiar pleasure licks up your spine. He knows you so well, knows every part of you and exactly how to touch you, and you can hardly believe you ever entertained letting anyone else put their hands on you.
âI got a new body oil.â You breathe, distracted by his touch. âItâsâ itâs vanilla scented.â
âYeah,â He groans, and you shiver helplessly when you feel his tongue on your neck, licking a hot stripe up to your earlobe. âI can smell it.â
His index and middle fingers are so firm on either side of your clit, rolling circles around it without actually touching you properly. You sigh, back arching, but before you can actually enjoy it his hands are pulling away.
âWaitââ You gasp, your body crying out in protest as Gaz stops, pulling his hand back out of your pants.
Gaz just grunts, kisses your neck once more, then tugs your sweatpants down. You lift your hips up immediately, thoughtlessly, and then kick your sweats and knickers off impatiently. Itâs a little embarrassing, especially when the cool air hits your slick, sticky thighs and you shiver.
âOh god, fuck,â He groans, his plush lips dragging along the sensitive skin at the back of your neck. âYouâve ruined yourself, baby.â
Itâs embarrassing to admit it, but itâs true. The dry spell youâve experienced since the breakup has been little more than a mild inconvenience for the most part, but now it feels like your body is charged like a live wire. It feels like youâve never been touched before, and you squirm backwards in an attempt to get any kind of friction again.
âKyleââ You start to complain, but you donât get to finish because then Gaz is slotting his cock in between your thighs.
He groans, taking a breath as he shuffles his hips closer. His pretty, glistening cock is wedged between the soft pudge of your thighs, the head of it nudging against the wet folds of your cunt every time he twitches.
âLet me put the tip in, baby.â He says, his voice gruff and wanting in your ear. âLiterally just the tip, thatâs it, huh? Itâs not like actual fucking, right?â
In this moment, you think youâd agree to anything to get his dick into you. You had been all kinds of wound up even before you had come home to find Gaz waiting for you, but itâs like your body had some kind of Pavlovian response to Gazâs touch because now youâre practically panting for him.
Heâs right, after all. Itâs not really fucking. It means that you can maintain the flimsy thin pretence that this means nothing.
âOkay.â You manage to say, though it comes out humiliatingly breathy. âYeah, okay, the tipââ
Gazâs cock is pressing into you before you can even finish your sentence, bullying into the wet grasping tightness of your cunt and making you gasp.Â
Youâve gone long enough without getting laid that thereâs a slight sting as he presses into you, but itâs overshadowed by the breathless relief. God, youâd forgotten how fucking good his dick felt inside you. He knows just how to use it too, and you wheeze slightly as he rocks an inch inside before pulling back again.
âOh, fuck, baby.â Gaz moans throatily, the vibration of it rumbling right down your spine. âJesus fuckinâ Christ, youâre so tight.â
âMph,â You manage to make a muffled sort of sound against the couch cushion your face is pressed against, your mouth hanging softly open as you pant for breath.
True to his word, Gaz just presses the first inch or so inside. You almost hold your breath, waiting for the rest to slide inside and split you open, but he doesnât. He just rocks back and forth, just missing hitting the spot inside that makes your nerves sing.
You wish, stupidly, fervently, that just this once Gaz would go back on his word. That heâd abandon his promise to just stick that first inch of his cock inside, that heâd slam home and stretch you wide and let his cock brush against the nerves just a little deeper inside you. But thatâs not Gazâs style; you know heâs not going to give you any more unless you beg for it.
Gaz rocks his hips in teeny tiny movements, just enough to have you squirming in frustration. Youâre so wet that you know he could slide deeper with ease if he only just tilted his hips right, but he remains doggedly steadfast in pumping just the barest inch into you, groaning with the effort itâs taking to stop himself plunging fully inside.
âOh god,â He breathes, sounding wrecked in your ear. âYou feel even better than I remember.â
You donât know how he can even say that when heâs barely even inside you, but no matter how much you wiggle and squirm, he just wonât slide any deeper.
âYouâre such an asshole.â You slur out against the fabric of the couch, your cheek squished against the cushions. Your chin is a little wet â are you drooling?
Infuriatingly, Gaz doesnât even argue.
âMm.â He grunts, kissing the curve of your neck. âWhatâd I do this time?â
The fact that he has the gall to ask only irritates you further. You let out a quiet, grumbling noise, but his hand grips at your hip and stops you from writhing.
âJust⊠just put the rest of it in.â You say, craning your neck to try and look at him.Â
Your eyes are wide and wet, pathetically teary. Youâve been craving intimacy like this for weeks now. Maybe longer, if youâre being honest with yourself. Itâs the kind of pleasure youâve only ever gotten from Gaz, and you wheeze as your body opens up under his touch. God, you donât know how you thought anyone would ever be able to fuck you like Gaz does.
âMm, you sure, baby?â He murmurs, nosing against the back of your skull. âThought we were just cuddling.â
âDonât be a dick.â You snap, your patience reaching the end of its tether.
He just laughs, a breathless sort of amused gasp, before snapping his hips forward in one sharp movement and seating his cock inside you. Though itâs what you had been demanding, the abruptness of it startles you and you yowl, your back arching.
âSh, sh, shh, sorry, love.â Gaz pants, before sighing in wordless contentment as his broad chest curves around your back, his strong arm looping around your belly. âOh, fuck. Missed this so much, you have no idea. I swear you were made for me, I couldnât fit as well inside anyone else.â
âJustâ just move.â You whine, a little plaintive. Itâs humiliating how desperate you are, but thereâs no turning back now. âPlease, Kyleââ
Gaz pitches into movement instantly, as though heâs got something to prove. Or maybe heâs just worried that youâre going to change your mind. His hips pull back then snap forward again, and again.Â
Heâs so strong, his rhythm steady enough to rock you wildly back and forth on the lumpy couch cushions. You clutch at the fabric beneath you, gasping as his arm pulls you back and keeps you pinned against his hot, hard chest.Â
âOh.â You breathe, tilting your head back with a pathetic little whimper as he fucks into you from behind, the two of you plastered together like sardines in the tiny can that is your sitting room couch.
This is just what you needed, you think a little wildly. God, youâve been craving physical touch like this for months, since the last time you had seen Gaz. Itâs galling to admit that any other man is a poor substitute, unable to fill the void that your ex-boyfriend has left in your life.
âKyle,â You whine, searching for something. You donât even know what youâre asking for, but Gaz is as patient with you as ever.
He just hums, leaning in over your shoulder and pressing hot, hungry kisses along your jawline where itâs exposed as you lean your head back. The arm thatâs been wrapped around your belly coasts lower, until his big lovely hand is pressed against your cunt. His fingers search for your clit and find it easily, confident and familiar enough with your body that he barely even has to try to make you feel good.Â
Gaz coos soothingly at you and rolls your clit between his fingers as his thrusts begin to come faster and harder; he builds up a steady rhythm, one that lets him sink as deep inside of you as possible and quickly renders you speechless. The living room is soon filled with wet slapping sounds from where Gaz is pounding into you from behind, the grunts and pants and moans that both of you make rapidly drowning out the stupid action sequence playing out on the television from the long forgotten film.
Unbelievably, you feel a sweet stirring in your lower belly already. Itâs with a sense of tired resignation that you acknowledge youâre going to come on Gazâs dick, despite your original intentions for the evening. Typical.Â
But heâs not going to last either, judging by the strained moans in your ear.
âShit,â He curses, and then his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You shudder, the feeling of him sucking a harsh hickey into your throat sending electric sparks racing through your nerves.
You think, judging from the desperate edge to Gazâs humping into you from behind, that Gaz has been yearning in your absence in the same way you have for him. Youâre biting on your lip hard in an effort to stifle the plaintive, wanting little moans that are threatening to spill over, but your attempts at quieting yourself are mostly unsuccessful. It makes you feel a little crazy, but Gaz doesnât seem to mind. If anything, the evidence that you want him too only seems to encourage him.Â
Your eyes are half-closed as you fuck your hips back on Gazâs cock, relishing the satisfied little cries heâs emitting into the back of your neck. You clutch clumsily at the strong arm he has wrapped around your belly, crying out yourself as the head of his cock hits that one spot inside you that makes you feel gooey inside. Your toes curl as your head tips back, your skull neatly cradled in the space between Gazâs head and the couch cushions as he peppers kisses along the side of your neck.
The wet slapping of your bodies colliding is obscene in the quiet of the room; the stupid film still playing does nothing to drown it out. Your body is as limp and relaxed as a doll, allowing him to fuck into you from behind in a frenzy. Right now, you canât even recall why you ever would have tried to deny yourself this pleasure in the first place.
His hips clap against your ass, those wet sounds getting even louder and more obscene than ever. Gaz is viscerally pleased with the way your ass bounces every time he fucks into you, because he moans and picks up the pace as if he just wants to watch your glutes jiggle every time his hips slap against you.Â
That familiar ball of tension starts tightening in your abdomen, your body winding up for a long-awaited and much needed release. Itâs so typical that this orgasm feels like itâs going to be a big one too, as though your body needed Gaz to be there to guide you through it in order to achieve proper satisfaction.
But then, in a move so infuriating you almost burst into tears, Gaz pulls out and leaves you high and dry.
âNo!â You blurt, and it comes out almost as a wail. âWhat are you doing?â
âSorry, baby.â Gaz says a little breathlessly. âNeed you to turn over. Want to see you.â
As soon as you realise that heâs not trying to stop and that heâs just trying to reposition you, youâre quick to roll over so that youâre facing him. It seems like thatâs exactly what he wanted, because he grins wide and reaches for your hips, eagerly pulling you closer.
âFuck, youâre so pretty.â He mumbles, his eyes like warm caramelised honey as they track over your face.Â
Youâre pretty sure heâs full of shit; youâre panting like youâve run a marathon, youâre sweaty, your hair is dishevelled, and youâre still wearing the ugly sweatshirt you had put on earlier. Yet, even still, Gazâs genuine little compliment has your heart flipping in your ribcage.
You canât help but think that you and Gaz are like feral little animals right now. You can barely keep your hands off each other; now that youâve rolled over to face him, his hands are roaming over your hips and ass like heâs trying to memorise the feel of you by touch alone.Â
Embarrassingly, youâre no better â you lunge forward to kiss him, taking advantage of your new position, and he kisses you back hungrily.
Lying sideways on the couch like this is cramped, but Gaz uses his hand on your ass to tug you closer. Then he reaches down, long fingers gripping at your thigh before he pulls it up so that your leg is hitched over his hip.
Oh no, You barely have time to think it before his cock is pressing into you again, the slide made easy this time. Too intimate!
The panicked thought is swiftly dispelled the moment Gaz starts moving again, because goddamn this position is so much better. Itâs almost difficult to tell where Gaz ends and you begin, so intertwined are your bodies. Gaz barely even allows for an inch of space. He fucks into you almost as soon as heâs pulled back, making for a fast, frantic pace that barely even gives you a chance to breathe.
You squeal, but your noises are half-moans as you rock your hips mindlessly into his rough, almost animalistic thrusts. Your leg hitched over his hip means that heâs grinding into you deep, deeper than you thought was possible.Â
The way the two of you are fucking feels a little bit unhinged, rutting and humping your bodies together in search of mutual pleasure. It should be clumsy and graceless, yet somehow it feels good, as though your body remembers exactly how good Gaz has always treated you, as though your whole being is having a Pavlovian response to his touch. Pleasure burns in your gut, tight and hot, and you moan stupidly as Gaz pounds into you.
âOh god.â You say without meaning to. The sound of your voice shocks you; you sound wrecked, as though youâve been fucking for hours. It would have been embarrassing to reveal just how affected you were if Gaz wasnât also clearly just as eager for it.
âYeah,â He says, a hybrid of a groan and a gasp muffled against your lips as he clutches at your ass and drives into you wildly. âFuck, Iâm gonna come.â
You are too, you realise wildly. Youâre struck by how quickly youâve both gotten to this point. This whole encounter has been frenzied and feverish, as though the poorly stifled desire between you had turned explosive.Â
Gaz kisses you again, and his teeth clack against yours slightly as he licks into your mouth. Itâs messy and wet, and it sends a delicious throb of pleasure shooting through your belly. Heâs acting so possessive that itâs making your head spin. It should definitely be sending warning bells ringing in your head, or red alarms flashing in your minds eye â it canât be a good thing that your ex-boyfriend is currently fucking you on your couch like heâs trying to claim you. But youâre apparently a little stupid and very weak, and Gaz has always known how to fuck you dopey and thoughtless. Instead of worry, you get the edges of an orgasm beginning to fizz in your peripheral awareness.
Your pussy must flutter or tighten around him as that lovely sweet promise of release edges closer, because Gaz moans in anticipation and his eager thrusts take on an edge of purpose. You almost protest when he breaks off the kiss, but then you realise that he just wants to be able to focus on keeping his rhythm steady. Itâs frenzied and hot, and you swear the air itself is crackling as he kisses sloppily at your neck and fucks you hard.
âLove you,â He slurs in your ear, breathless. âLove you so much, baby.â
His thrusts turn more shallow and far more forceful the closer he gets. Little moans and whines escape his lips between kisses, the sounds ratcheting up in intensity as the two of you rut together.
âTell me you love me,â He pleads, âPleaseâ tell me you fuckinâ love me, baby. I know you do. I know youââ
You shouldnât say it. You canât say it. Yet his cock is fucking you sloppy and stupid, and your mouth moves before you even register that youâre speaking.
âLove you too,â You whimper like a pathetic little idiot, revelling in the exquisite feeling of him grinding against your g-spot just right. It feels so good, you know youâre so, so close to orgasm.
The ache in your abdomen persistsâ you clench tightly around his cock, your body straining as the muscles in your core clench, trying so hard to push yourself closer to the orgasm you know is coming. Youâre so close, so so closeâ it burns, aches, drives you mad. All you can do is mewl, wrapping your arms around his muscled shoulders as he pounds into you despite the awkward angle.
You can feel your clit throbbing, pulsing, your entire body trying so goddamn hard to climax that you feel like youâre about to cry. Youâre burning beneath your skin and all you want to do is gnash your teeth into the elegant line of Gazâs throat, to leave some kind of indelible mark on his lovely smooth skin.
âPlease, please, pleaseâ yes, fuckâ oh, Kyle,â Your words come out on the breath of an uneven gasp, stuttering with each movement of his hips, perfectly synchronized.Â
His voice is low and hot in your ear as he pants, âLet me come inside you, babyâ let me, pleaseâ fuck.â Â
You should say no. Every logical part of you knows that you should tell him to pull out, and yet the wires are crossed when it comes to your actual response. Your leg tightens around his waist, heart seizing in protest at the idea of him pulling out.
âYes.â You gasp, continuing your streak of impulsive decision-making. Your own hips twitch forward in weak little humps in an effort to fuck yourself onto his cock, your clit grinding against the dark curls at his pubic bone. âYes, inside, pleaseââ
Your breathy, eager permission seems to give him a burst of energy. He picks up the pace, his body curving into you as his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. It feels as though your entire world has been narrowed down to Gaz, his broad shoulders blocking out your view of the rest of the room. You cling to him, breathless and messy as you whimper like a loser, your body trembling from the toe-curling zings of pleasure that keep shooting up your spine.
âOh, oh.. Kyle, pleaseââ You practically sob, your fingernails digging harshly into his shoulders. âLove you, love you, oh my god, Iâm gonna comeââ
Gaz grunts, obviously eager as his movements grow thoughtful and determined. He knows exactly what you want, what you need at this moment. His abdominal muscles tense and flex with every calculated, deliberate thrust. There is no way to escape the length of him moving hard and thick inside you â not that you want to escape so much as a second of it, of course.
âThatâs my girl, always so fucking perfect.â He snarls as your body eagerly takes every dirty roll of his hips, palming at your thigh where itâs hitched over his hip. âFuckinâ Christ, Iâve been dreaming of your cunt for fucking months, never wanted anything elseââ
It makes no sense. Absolutely no sense, that those bizarre, lust-crazed possessive words are what drag you trembling, screaming over the crest of an orgasm so intense the walls of the room white out, each sweeping pulse leaving you unable to do anything but clench and shudder and arch beneath him.
Gaz fucks you like a damn machine; he gives you long, deep strokes over and over as youâre falling apart. Your body seizes around the hot flesh of Gazâs cock, your mind going white as your cunt spasms, your hole clamping down and pulsing with every desperate, loud moan torn from your mouth.Â
You feel like a sloppy little slut, your hips jerking towards him instead of away even as your orgasm washes through you and leaves your body tender and oversensitive. It feels so damn good to feel your mind washing blank and clear, not a single thought taking hold.Â
When the toe-curling height of pleasure subsides, you find your nerves frayed and hyper-sensitive. A plaintive whine breaks out of your throat as Gaz keeps fucking you, beginning to thrust up frantically into your twitching pussy. Your body falls limp as Gaz bounces your pliable, warm body up and down his cock as he groans into your ear.
Itâs like the rhythmic tightening of your drooling, creaming cunt has him losing his mind, because he grabs the meat of your hips and begins jerking your limp body back towards him. The slap slap slap! of the impact is so loud that every slap makes your breath catch.
âFuck. I'mââ Your hands slap clumsily at his shoulders, reaching for anything to hold on to, but he doesnât stop. "Kyle. Kyleâ" Itâs just your voice, hoarse, breathless, and Gaz bearing down on you, the sound of your bodies somehow growing sloppier, messier as he fucks you and itâs uncompromising, just skirting the edge of painfully overwhelmingâ
He breaks, shoulders trembling, head bowed into the curve of your neck as he lets out a long, desperate moan. Itâs a drawn out, rough groan that is more sob than pleasure, and then you feel him inside you, spilling red hot and wet. Your own orgasm still isnât fully finished, rolling leisurely through you in little aftershocks, your body still tightening and shivering, and it goes on and on and on.
He holds on to you throughout, as if heâs worried heâll blow away into the wind without anchoring himself to you. His hips slow, but donât fully stop. He rolls his hips into you slowly, leisurely, as though he has all the time in the world as he shivers in his come down. You blink, waiting for the colour to bleed back into your vision and for the ringing in your ears to stop, and for the first time all night youâre not thinking about anything at all.
âPlease, Kyle.â You slur out stupidly. You have no idea what youâre even asking for; thereâs just some vague, barely formed desperation floating around your painfully blank mind as you search for something.
âMm.â Gaz hums. It feels like heâs everywhere, his broad chest filling up your sight and enveloping you. His hands roam over your body: the backs of your thighs, squeezing as his hands drift over your ass, up and down your back, your neck, his fingers catching around the thin strands of hair and the back of your neck, until finally he settles his fingers on your cheeks.
His palms stay there, just cupping your cheeks as the two of you struggle to regulate your breathing and regain your composure. That antsy sense of desperation eases a little when he leans in to nuzzle fondly at your face, dropping sweet little kisses along your cheeks and nose.
Gazâs chest rumbles with a low, lovely laugh, his voice gravelly from his climax. âYouâre overflowing, sweetheart.â
You let out a careless little sigh, before relaxing experimentally. You can feel a gush of warm seed begin to ooze out around Gazâs cock, spilling out of your entrance and coating his balls. You wriggle lazily, cunt still pulsing as your wildly beating heart gradually slows to a lazy flutter.
You think you should probably be panicking now. Youâve just fucked your ex, told him you loved him, then let him come inside. With no condom. God, youâre stupid. But the wave of horror youâre expecting never comes. You feel too floaty to care; you suspect if it was anyone other than Gaz, the mortification would have knocked into you like a sledgehammer.Â
âYouâre gonna get cum on the couch.â You complain, the words coming out clumsy on your tongue.
Gaz just snorts. He makes no effort to pull out, and you have no desire to push him away. The intimacy of your sweat-slick skin pressed together is enough to take your breath away, and itâs only further compounded by the sensation of his cock gradually softening inside you.
âIâll get it cleaned, love.â He drawls lazily, leaning in to kiss your swollen lips. âOr pay for a new one. Whichever you want.â
When you kiss him back he sighs fondly, one thumb stroking over your cheekbone. Youâre still limp in his arms, boneless and spent as you wriggle greedily into his arms. His cock is still lodged inside you, and youâre sure he must be getting uncomfortably sensitive but to your relief he just moans in quiet appreciation when you try to worm your way closer.
âYou made a mess.â You mumble against his lips.Â
Youâre being a little unfair, considering your own slick is coating your thighs and Gazâs lower belly, but Gaz has always rolled with even the most unreasonable attitude youâve thrown his way. So he just chuckles, and you feel a little insane as you wonder if anyone else would ever be as patient with you.
âThink we both did, doll.â He murmurs fondly. He leans in and catches your lips with his again, kissing you slowly with a lazy, lewdly open mouth. One hand curls against the nape of your neck, the other hand reaching up beneath your sweater and curling possessively against your left tit, sweeping over your sluggish, sated heartbeat.
You feel practically brainless after your orgasm, relaxed and loose in Gazâs arms. Thereâs something to be said for how safe you feel with him, as much as youâd like to deny it, but reality is starting to slowly sink in.
You pull away from his mouth to try and collect yourself, unable to think when heâs kissing you like that.Â
âFuck.â You breathe, closing your eyes with a sigh. Itâs slow, but youâre finally starting to think again. âWe shouldnâtâ we should have used a condom.â
Gazâs eyes are lidded with fond amusement as he watches you quietly. His hand kneads at your breast absent-mindedly, as though heâs forgotten that heâs groping at you.Â
âDonât overthink it,â He murmurs, kissing your forehead again. âI saw your box of pills in the bathroom. And Iâm clean. Havenât been with anyone but you.â
You tremble a little at his admission, your fingers digging into his shoulders. You feel like youâre losing your mind. Gaz is the most beautiful man youâve ever met, funny and sweet and always so caring. You love him, even if it kills you a little to admit it, and you donât know how to respond to his admission that heâs been faithful to you during the long months you werenât together.
Gaz misinterprets whatever expression is on your face, thumb stroking soothingly over your cheek again. âWe can get you a morning-after pill, if itâll make you feel better.â
You donât bother correcting him. Youâre not that fussed over the morning-after pill â youâre careful when it comes to your birth control, and Gaz had always cum inside you when you were together. The weight of his cock inside you is comforting almost, the wet slide of his cum dripping out of you makes you feel as though youâd never been apart in the first place. You wonder how you could ever have been thick enough to think that someone else could fill Gazâs place in your life.
As if he knows what youâre thinking, Gazâs lips twitch. âThat pillock you brought home wouldâve been such a disappointment, darling.â
You canât stop your eyes from rolling, exasperated.Â
âYou donât know that.â You grumble, though you donât pull away. Youâre still all curled up against his chest, skin still slick and sticky from rapidly cooling sweat, your leg still slung over Gazâs hip to keep his now-soft cock nestled inside you.
âSure I do.â He says, and that cocky arrogance that both drives you mad and makes you swoon is rearing its head. He reaches down, and his thick fingers roll over your much-too-sensitive clit. âShe missed me, gorgeous. Donât think she would have liked some strange tosser pounding away at her with no idea how to please her.â
The way he talks about your pussy as though it has its own thoughts and feelings has you rolling your eyes again, though your cheeks burn with embarrassment. To your immense irritation, you think he might have a point. You havenât come that hard in months, not since the breakup.
âOh, shut up.â You sigh tiredly.
He snickers, and then shifts. It takes you a moment to realise that heâs pulling his hips back preparing to pull out. Your brain stalls, and you wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders in protest. Youâre not ready to feel the invasive, aching emptiness that will no doubt throb through your core as soon as heâs not filling you up.Â
âStay.â You say, and it comes out as an embarrassingly breathy little plea.
Gaz goes practically limp, as though your hoarse request had taken the wind right out of him. Youâre not expecting the way he brings both arms around your waist before rolling over onto his back, hauling you up to lay over his chest. His cock remains firmly lodged inside you, though the movement has resulted in his white creamy spend leaking out onto your inner thighs.
âNot going nowhere.â He mumbles, one hand stroking over your flank to soothe you. âIâm on leave for at least a month.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â Gaz hums. He must sense that this is a delicate moment, because he doesnât make any ribald jokes about having all month to fuck you like youâre expecting him to. He just presses a tender kiss to your temple, his lips lingering gently.
Usually, youâd probably be a little embarrassed by how clingy youâre being. You had been so damn determined not to fall into bed with Gaz after the breakup, but youâre so, so weak. His stupid honey brown eyes and gorgeous dimples and crooked grin is enough to send you to your knees. You rest your forehead against his chest as he holds you close; at least like this, you canât see his stupid handsome face.
Heâs obviously pleased with the way youâre snuggling into him, because his chest rumbles as he hums in satisfaction. Heâs holding you tight like he thinks youâre going to slip away the moment he blinks.
âYou okay?â He asks quietly.
You donât answer immediately. Thereâs no way to brush this under the carpet, or to go back to pretending at detached disinterest. If you had wanted to play this off as just a bit of stress relief, then you should have rolled away from him the second heâd spilled inside of you rather than cuddling with him on the couch. Thereâs no way that you can claim that this was just a case of needing to get laid; youâre still clutching at him like a limpet, the two of you intertwined so tight that itâs difficult to tell when your limbs end and Gazâs begin.
âIâm tired.â You sigh eventually, sidestepping the conversation that you know youâll have to deal with eventually.
No doubt Gaz notices your not particularly subtle avoidance, but he doesnât comment. He seems quite happy to indulge your every whim; he probably wants to avoid the this-was-a-mistake-and-we-need-to-maintain-boundaries conversation even more than you do.
âLetâs get you to bed then,â He murmurs, and then he surprises you by sitting up. Youâre still laid out across his chest, which means that when he shimmies up into a sitting position, you end up sitting sprawled in his lap.
Youâre still speared a little awkwardly on his soft cock, the sensation of him inside you making your eyelids flutter a little. You feel satisfied, your muscles still watery and weak, and you sigh a little mournfully when Gaz finally pulls his cock out of you. You ache, a deep throb that both stokes and settles you. Itâs like a comfortable little reminder that Gaz was here, and that he left his mark on you.
You can feel the way he leans back just to get a glimpse of his spend trickling down the inside of your thigh. You pout and bury your face into his throat, your arms wrapped tight around his shoulders still as you try to hide your sudden self-consciousness.
But Gaz isnât interested in giving you a moment to hide. You feel the edge of his teeth ghost the shell of your ear before he speaks, just low enough to make you shiver.
âLet me take you out tomorrow, sweetheart.â He says, and beneath his usual cocky countenance you hear the edge of a plea. âIâll make up for ruining your date tonight. You can wear that little dress from earlier for me again.â
You feel exposed, stripped bare as you perch in Gazâs lap. His hand strokes evenly over your spine, waiting patiently for your response.
âI want a fancy dinner.â You mumble, your fingers curling around his shoulders. âAt a nice restaurant.â
You hear a shaky little exhale, and Gazâs arms tighten around your waist. It strikes you that heâs relieved, and you feel your heart tremble in response. The knowledge that he wants you still is enough to have your own lungs seizing in response; you canât quite bear to wonder if youâve been wasting time for these past few months that youâve been broken up.Â
âWhatever you want.â He says it like a prayer, tilting his head in search of your lips again.
The kiss is easy, the months that youâve been apart dissolving into nothing. Youâre a little too stubborn to give in entirely and beg for him back just yet though, but you doubt it matters. Youâve already admitted your weakness for him in the middle of shagging, and youâre not stupid enough to hope that heâs somehow forgotten it. Youâve been trying so hard to shove all those feelings down deep, but youâre not too surprised that theyâve all come bubbling out. Heâs got a month of leave. You have no doubt that heâs going to use that time to change your mind. You find that you donât mind the idea as much as you thought you might; you suspect that you can be swayed all too easily.
You peek up at him, only to come face to face with his sweet, hopeful deep brown eyes. Heâs not pushing, but you can see the weight of desire and yearning in every inch of his face. No doubt itâs mirrored on your own. You donât think you could ever look into his pretty face and deny him anything.
You hum, then whisper the only answer you could ever give.
âYeah. Okay. Itâs a date, then.â
#holy shit.#when he says âhey babyâ my stomach DROPPPED Oh MY GOD KYLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#FUCKKKK when he introduces himself. THATS SO HOT. WHY IS THAT SO HOT i CANNNNTT the RANKKKKK#holy shit. kyle just being all. no trouble mate. doors behind you. SO CASUALLY AND SMILEY h mygodhomygodhgmodmgydhgd#head in hands head in hands head in FUCKING HANDS#every time he talks i feel like MELTING 'you look good baby' aw HELLLLL#the tension of this exes to lovers is insane omfg how he never even considered staying anywhere else. LIKE THE LAST TIMES?????/#GOD the tension is insane. smelling his cologne and your body just relaxing no its own OHHH thats when you know youre fucked#he commands the fucking room oh my god 'go get changed we'll watch a movie' HE DOESNT EVEN ASK ARE YOU KIDDDDING MEEEE#i'd be so weak oh my god how can he still look at you like that!!! so softly and brightening up when you walk in the room#and him being handsome as ever is so true. THE prettiest boy youve ever seen indeed AND THE FACT THAT HE WENT STRAIGHT AFTER DEPLOYMENT#my god my heart ACHES. IM CLUTCHING MY CHEST. hes CRAISIE for this. making you your tea and tugging you closer oh my god#gaz being a romcom lover is SOOO cute. his toes curling in the big love confession PLS that's so precious :(((#his niCKNAMES TOO. I CANNAWT W HIM. LOVE. SWEETHEART. GOSH. KYLLEEEE#he's so... omg... it's impossible to resist him i swear. he's making it IMPOSSIBLE. this isn't FAIR. him spooning you?? HELLLLLL#fuckfuckfuckfuck when he admits it. that he's being selfish and its more for him than it is for you god KYLEEEE WHYYYY#he holds you that much tighter every time he gets back from missions :((( pls he knows what hes doing platonic cuddling MY ASS#.... god damn. his... he's... damn. telling him to stop humping your ass SO REAL LOL. pLSSS I CANNOT STAND THIS. HOW CAN HE JUST SAY#'SORRY LOVE MISSED YOU LOADS' AND EXPECT THINGS TO BE NORMAL. NOOOOOOPE#and the you never call me that ??? oH ILL GO INSANE. the way kyle is intimate oOOOOH im a sucker for that#omg...... him at ur throat... i am ded. 'u think it would feel like he was coming home' HELLLLLOOOO?!?!?!?!?#fuckfuckfuc. HE PULLS IT OUT?????!?DJSHBFSHF AND THEN CALLS YOU BABY?!?!? PANTING ??? oh my god....#omg hes just a mESS around you... thats so hot... fuck... FUCK... that little kiss.#and then he 'why would i do that when i had a girl waiting for me at home?' HELLO??!?!? NEVER WANTED ANYONE ELSE SDJFHBSA SHUT THE DOOR#omg... that im sorry and for now... thats so good op thats SO GOOD iM TEARY EYED#cod#gaz#rated
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