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Just Practice: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Modern Best Friends AU) Ch. 1

Summary: Anakin is your best friend, the one person you can't survive without, and you're about to go to different colleges. You bring up your worries about your inexperience and he offers to help.

NSFW!!!!!!!

[Ch. 1], Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4

Chapter 1: Kissing Practice

The August air was humid and thick, even though the sun had already set, and you could feel the sweat dripping down from your bike helmet to your forehead. You'd bet anything that the mosquitoes were out in full force, but you were speeding too fast on your bike to get caught by one of them. The hot wind whipped your face as you went downhill on the road toward your house, but you felt another breeze beside you. Your best friend, Anakin. He's a competitive little shit, has been since you were kids. Luckily, you're pretty competitive too. You pedaled faster, faster, faster, faster, jolting over the bumps where potholes were asphalted over and cracks in the road had worn deeper into the road. There's no sidewalk out here, just tall grass on either side of you.

Anakin let out an evil chuckle as he passed you, just barely, and you rolled your eyes and doubled down. He's gained on you, more than a little, and you thought you might just lose your bet. You looked to your right, trying to find a way to get just a little bit of an edge. When you turn right in a quarter of a mile, onto your street, you might gain just a half second on him. It could be enough to win. But as you looked at the street ahead of you, something caught your eye in the grass. Something moving.

You slammed down on the brakes, digging your worn sneakers into the ground as you skidded to a stop. You were planning to buy new ones next week, anyway. Anakin shot past you, racing ahead with a whoop of joy. He turned around to stick out his tongue at you, but saw you had stopped and were no longer focused on the road at all. He circled back to you, still panting from the race, and climbed off his bike to face you.

"What's up?" He turned to look at you, concerned and curious, but you were focused on something else entirely. In the tall grass, as the sun had set, fireflies had begun darting in between the stalks, peeking out slivers of their light. You hadn't realized how dark it had gotten on your way back from the gas station, but the stars were already out. It was a beautiful night, and you wished you could capture it, bottle it up and keep it on your shelf. A little slice of home, the last one you would have for a while. You vaguely registered that Anakin was saying something as you stared out at the fireflies, but you were just thinking about how you probably wouldn't see the stars like this, or fireflies at all, for a good while yet. The thought made your heart ache.

"Helloooo?" he singsonged, "Anyone there?" He waved a hand in front of your face, and you snapped out of it. You looked up at him, and he smiled that lopsided smile you knew like the back of your hand. 

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking," you replied somewhat absently.

"Well, let's get home, Socrates. These slurpees aren't getting any colder," he said, shaking the cup in his hand (Mountain Dew Freeze, his favorite) to make his point. 

"Fine, fine," you conceded, smirking. You saw your opportunity and got back on your bike. "Last one there has to do the dishes!" You put your foot on your pedal and pushed, getting your momentum started. He called out after you in protest as he scrambled onto his bike and tried to catch up, but it was too late. A quarter of a mile later, when you pulled into your street, and then turned onto your driveway, he was just a second behind you.

"No fair!! You cheater!" He yelled as you unclipped your helmet and did a little victory dance. You both dropped your bikes in the grass next to the driveway with a slightly concerning thump, then headed up the stairs to the front door. You opened the screen door with a creak--you should remind your parents to oil that hinge, you thought--then unlocked the front door. 

The AC hit your damp and sweaty faces with a delightful cool breeze, and you sighed in joy. Cold. Cold. Nice. Ani had always hated the heat, as did you. You were both winter kids, and your favorite activity was sledding. You'd been best friends since winter of third grade, when he and his mom had moved from Texas to your small Minnesota town, into the house right next door. Your moms became fast friends from the moment they were introduced, and Shmi's job as the school nurse meant she could drop you off and pick you up. Initially, you weren't sure what to think of him. He was a tiny little guy, way shorter than you, with freckles exploding all over his face. But then he smiled that lopsided grin of his which made his eyes crinkle, told you his name was Ani, and asked if there were any good hills around for sledding. Later, on the way back from school, he asked in a tiny voice if you'd go with him. Who were you to say no?

Your whole friendship was built with snow crusted on the tops of your boots and melted into your mittens. At the end of January in sixth grade, you had both spent the winter building up a pile of snow and digging out the inside to make a snow clubhouse (read: cave). The cold air burned the inside of your throats as you panted after the manual labor of digging for hours, but it was finally done. Once you had crawled through the entrance and sat on the hard snow, enveloped by the packed ice all around you, he looked you straight in your eyes and told you "our future house should be made of snow". Like he didn't change your life with that one little word. Our.

But you were just friends. Your heart would flutter sometimes, but it was all ignorable until tenth grade. After your birthday dinner with your family (which included Shmi and Ani, obviously), he slipped you a little box. When you opened it, the most silver necklace with a snowflake pendant winked out at you. Shmi told you later that it wasn't just silver, it was white gold, and incredibly expensive. That he had been saving up for a whole year to buy it for you. His gentle hands clasped it into place behind your neck, and you shivered when he put them on your shoulders. There, he said, perfect.

It wasn't so easy to ignore after that, but you managed. Through the summers working together at the park, the semesters in the same classes, and the afternoons playing games and doing homework, you got profoundly skilled at crushing your feelings deep, deep down.

And then Padme came along. And the idea of someone else seeing Ani's baby photos, or being loved by his mom, or kissing him absolutely killed you. Because you were friends. But that was all over now. It was just the two of you, as normal.

Now, you were both about to leave town, at least until Thanksgiving. One last family dinner, he said when he suggested it. When you both walked into your house, Shmi called out that dinner was on the table in two minutes, so you sucked up the rest of your slurpees so quickly your stomach got queasy.

The finality of it all almost escaped you. The little glances your parents cast to one another. Anakin's favorite mashed potatoes. Cake for dessert. The details were all whispering This is the end. Enjoy it while you can. Ani could tell something was off, too, and you kept shooting glances at one another. He tried to make you smile by bumping his legs into yours with a grin, like he did when you were little, but it didn't help. Once dinner was done, the adults went to have coffee in the living room, leaving Anakin to do the dishes. You dashed up to your room as soon as you could, trying to hold onto what little time you had left.

Half an hour later, the lamp by your bed cast a warm glow over the room, and you could hear the crickets through the window. You were laying on bed reading a book--some YA novel where you weren't really processing what was happening. Apocalypse? Love triangle?--when Ani finished the dishes and burst in. He didn't knock, of course. There wasn't any energy left in you to complain. You knew you'd miss him bursting into your room unannounced next week, and the week after that, and the week after. Would that longing ever fade?

"Well, I finished the dishes. You cheater," he joked as he sat down on the bed next to you. You sat up, your body complaining from your race earlier, and stuck your tongue out at him. You didn't have it in you to say more. The two of you sat in silence, his face turning slightly more concerned as he watched you stare off into space.

"You good? You've been off all night," he commented, bumping his shoulder against yours. You threw him a half-hearted smile as you fumbled with your snowflake pendant.

"Fine, yeah. Just... Tomorrow is a lot." You didn't want to tell him the truth, that you couldn't imagine your life without him in it, and that moving somewhere completely different would shatter your heart, so you didn't.

Anakin finally cracked a smile, and you wondered when the last time you had seen him not smile was. That lopsided grin practically never left his face, and it was infectious to see. "So you're scared, huh?" 

Always teasing you. But there was an undercurrent of sincerity there, buried deep. When you were younger, you had worried about if he'd still be your friend when others came around, and maybe he'd like them more than he liked you, but he stayed loyal to you. Even when Tommy Masterson in seventh grade said you were probably a bedwetter, Anakin not-so-subtly started a rumor that Tommy peed himself when he got too excited. (Granted, that rumor only gained traction because Anakin had splashed the kid's pants with apple juice after gym. And punched him. But you didn't hear about that until last year.)

"Yeah, I guess. Everything will be different and, well--making friends isn't super easy. I mean, real friends. Like you," you said. Anakin responded with just a thoughtful hmm, while his eyes, usually clear blue, were dark and stormy in the lamplight. His smile had faded just a bit, and he was looking downward. For a second, you thought he was looking at your lips with that intense look, but you shook the thought away. Friends. 

"I just, I don't know. I'm also worried about, well, oh fuck this is awkward to say out loud, dating, I guess?" You hadn't confessed that to anyone else. Anakin was silent, still boring into you with that look in his eye. The words came out like a river, filling in every gap of the silence between you. You kept messing with the snowflake pendant, like you always did when you were nervous. "I wish I had dated someone in high school. I haven't even kissed anyone, other than Alex in fucking freshman year during spin the bottle, so it wasn't even real, and I only went on a date with that one guy last year but we didn't even hold hands--what kind of cute college guy will want someone who hasn't even gotten to second base or hasn't actually kissed someone for real? I'm still a virgin. Am I just--" Anakin cut off your rambling with a soft "hey," and you expected him to say something else, but he just sat, silent.

"Sorry," you said, awkwardly. God, that was so cringe of you. You hated hearing about it when Anakin told you about his first kiss, and the first time he had gone a bit further with his girlfriend in sophomore year. Padme was so nice and cool and great, but you couldn't shake the unease in the pit of your stomach when you saw them holding hands. Or kissing. Or cuddling on the couch at a party. It was just being protective. That's what best friends do. Right? The other option was unthinkable.

"I could help," he said simply, like it wasn't anything serious. The words sat between you, the air heavy with his implication. Hope nestled in your chest, but you pushed it away. He probably meant he could set you up with one of the guys on the soccer team. He did claim that Isaiah had a crush on you, but the kid ate his own boogers until high school. Gross.

"I'm not going to date Isaiah. Or Kevin," you added. Kevin was even worse. You expected Anakin to laugh, dismiss the whole idea, but he kept that intense look in his eyes.

"What? Those losers? Nah... No, I mean, I could help you. We could... practice," he let out a tiny laugh, and your face fell, so he rushed to add, "Sorry. It's just. Feels funny to say. But I'm serious. We could. If you wanted." The breath left your chest. This isn't happening. It can't be. Then why were you deliriously happy? Why did you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss him? You searched his face for some tell that this was all some bit that he'd tease you for. Some joke that he took too far. But all you found was sincerity and earnestness. He wanted this. He was literally offering it. His suggestion sat between you, curling into your stomach and sending it churning and fluttering. Was he actually giving you butterflies? But if you kissed him, you'd ruin everything you had for years. You were going to say no. No. No. 

But why did that answer break your heart?

Shit. You had taken too long. You could see him crawling back into his shell, about to make some joke about how you had cooties or something, when you blurted out your answer. 

"Yes. I mean--sure. I need the practice, right?" You cringed. Real smooth. His eyes widened, and he smiled--a genuine smile, no teasing in it, just affection. You could still sense that intensity rolling off him like waves. 

"Okay," he said. This time, there wasn't any hiding the way his gaze flitted down to your lips. Anakin scooched closer to you with an awkward "um" as he tried to figure out how to navigate kissing his best friend. He suddenly wished there was a handbook, or a guide to tell him how to make this not awkward even though he wanted it so badly.

When his hand, still soft and warm from washing the dishes, his fingers wrinkled from the water, came up to touch your cheek, you had to suppress a surprised jump. Oh, God. This was real. His face was coming closer. This was happening. Holy fuck holy fuck holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck

Then his lips met yours and your brain imploded. This was Anakin and you. You and Anakin. And holy fuck it felt so good. The rhythm of kissing was new to you--before, you'd only pecked Alex, and that was once, in front of half the graduating class. This was completely different. And terrifying. Anakin's mouth moved against you, and you gradually tried to mimic his movements. You felt his lips part just a bit wider, and, in your enthusiasm, you bumped your teeth together. Hard. Anakin grunted in pain, and, then, suddenly, he pulled away. Fuck. Was this it? Was that all you would get?

"OhmyGodareyouokay?" You blurted, your hands shooting up to cup his cheeks. He laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Looks like you needed the practice, though," he said as he cackled. Heat rushed into your cheeks, and you were sure you were as red as a tomato. You smacked his shoulder a few times, and then a few more times for good measure. 

"Asshole!" He was still smirking, but he was leaning back in. You hadn't scared him off, and you thanked every god you could think of. Soon, his lips were back on yours, and your heart rate went back into the triple digits. This time, his hand came up to the small of your back, pulling you in closer, so that your thighs were pressed up against each other.

As he kissed you again, you swore you grew ten times as many nerve endings in your lips. The kisses started out slow and soft, like they were the first time, but soon they grew hungry. Soon, you felt his tongue poke out and tease your lip, which produced an embarrassing whimper from you. He'd probably make fun of you later, and you couldn't care less. His free hand grabbed your legs by the knee and hoisted them up over his, so that you were nearly in his lap. The way your lips felt against each other was nothing short of sinful. If this is what kissing everyone felt like, you had been seriously missing out. However, you got the sense that this was something special. Guilt creeped into your thoughts. This was different for you than it was for him. Though you'd been denying it, you reasoned you probably had feelings for him. (You were actually utterly head-over-heels for him, but that wasn't something you were prepared to admit yet). Either way, you felt for a second like you were taking advantage of the situation. But he had offered, so you kissed him even harder to make the thoughts go away. God, his mouth felt good.

The kisses that had been hungry before were ravenous at this point, sloppy and drunk on each other. His warm, strong hand on your legs pulled you even closer, so that you were completely sitting on him, but the angle was a bit weird. You pulled away, just for a second, and he sloppily trailed kisses down your jaw and neck. You moaned loudly, not able to hide your response to the feeling of his tongue on your neck, teasing you in little circles in between kisses. You hitched one of your legs over him and straddled him. If he was going to escalate, so were you.

Now that you were on his lap, you had to lean down to kiss him, holding his face in your hands. His smooth cheek was feverish under your touch, and he was kissing you even more desperately than he was before, if that was even possible. You felt something on your thigh and--oh.

Oh. He was hard. Fuck, that was something else. You felt yourself getting even wetter, begging for some sort of touch. Fuck it. You took the risk, and you lowered your clothed pussy onto him. He wasn't just hard, he was rock hard. And big. When he felt your weight on him, he groaned into your mouth, not daring to break the kiss. You pulled away, just to make sure you weren't crossing some sort of poorly defined line. As if you guys had laid this out in detail beforehand.

"Is this okay?" You half-whispered, half-panted into his mouth. He mumbled a series of 'yes's and nodded fervently, going straight back to kissing you with his hands on your hips. Tentatively, you rolled your hips against him, and he grunted as he kept kissing you. The friction was perfect, finally giving you some relief. He was driving you absolutely insane. You kept grinding your hips, chasing the feeling. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged gently, and his hips twitched up to you. You could feel his hands helping you grind into him, and soon enough he was thrusting up in time with you. The sounds flowed out of you freely now, little whimpers and gasps that matched his groans.

Then someone was knocking at the door, and you ripped yourself away from him. It was Shmi.

"Ani? We should go home now, still a lot of packing to do!" He looked up at you with wide eyes, caught red-handed. Anakin was panting, heavily, barely capable of putting together a sentence.

"Coming!" He called back, though his voice faltered. As you both looked at each other, his boyish grin reappeared, and you both burst out laughing. What the fuck just happened? He helped you get off him and sit back down on your bed. His tall, lean frame leaned over you, putting your foreheads together as your laughter trailed off.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said in a low voice, before kissing you one more time. This kiss was different. There wasn't urgency, or horniness, just a gentle sweetness to it. It was more painful than all your other kisses combined. You nodded, not able to say a single word, as he left the room. 

You could hear him going down the stairs, and greeting your parents. You just sat there, frozen, like your world hadn't just changed in the last half hour. And the funny part? You weren't even thinking about moving away anymore.

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drowning on dry land | clay beresford x afab!reader

summary: reader gets angry with clay for having to babysit him when he isn't mindful of his own health, he makes it up to her by proving how long he can hold his breath in between her legs.

content warnings: DDDNE! poorly written (can you tell I'm a virgin 😍), no y/n, established relationship (both clay and reader are 22yo), smut (no penetrative sex), hickeys, use of pet names, fingering, oral sex (clay and reader receiving), praise, mentions of clay's health, inaccurate medical info, brief mentions of death, lowkey sad and you might cry cause I did, fluff, TW!sam, different timeline from the film, makeup sex, kinda angsty

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you shouldn't need to tell clay not to skip his medication. you shouldn't need to tell him to take it easy. you shouldn't need to babysit him. he's a grown man. it's his health at stake here, so you'd think he would have a little concern if his heart failed and he dropped dead in the middle of his office. but even your own healthy heart can't help but to beat rapidly or fall to the pit of your stomach at the thought of clay not being around. so what do you do? you fill your calendar with the dates and times of all his doctor's appointments. you stay aware of when he's due for a refill of his digoxin or labetalol. you do breathing exercises in tandem with him as he sits on the porch steps to catch his breath. why do you do it? because you love him. because you were able to get him to love you back, despite his reputation for being cold and heartless. even after he went to hell and back for his ex, sam, who would only go to great lengths for his checkbook.

now you're driving clay back from his cardiologist appointment, during which he didn't seem to care about anything that was said, including the fact that he's well on his way to a new heart. you turn to look at him and sigh, "so you're not even the tiniest bit excited about being pushed to the top of the list? that means you might get a heart soon, clay." he glances at you before returning his attention to the road, speaking with a hint of annoyance, "yeah, I know what it means." you slow the car down, pulling to the side of the road and turn to him, "okay, what's the matter with you? why don't you care about any of this? why do I need to babysit you and take care of everything when you don't even care about yourself? you skip your meds, you push yourself too hard, you forget more than half of your appointments, and when you do remember them, you don't even pay attention to anything they say. do you have a death wish or something?" he turns his gaze to the window and mutters something under his breath about how he's "22 years old and shouldn't need to be dealing with this shit."

you throw your head into your hands, willing yourself not to cry out of frustration, and turn to grab his jaw to look at you. "well that may be true, but this is still reality, and acting like it isn't happening isn't going to make it go away. so you need to grow up and start showing some concern for yourself, clay, because it can't just be me. you can't leave me." you feel the lump in your throat begin to form as you get teary eyed, but maybe this will show him how much it hurts you for him to be so careless.

you're hoping he'll finally wake up and see his behavior doesn't just affect him and how upside down your world would turn if anything happened to him, as selfish as that may sound. "this isn't just your life anymore, clay, it's ours. I do everything I do for you. I'm not sam. I'm not your enemy. I don't care about your money, I care about you," and by this point, you're full on sobbing. "if anything ever happened to you, clay," you turn away from him, returning your hands to your face, shaking your head in disbelief at the possibility of him being anywhere that isn't with you.

the guilt begins to eat at him with every gasp and sob that escapes you. "why is it that I care more about you than you do? why don't you care, clay? why are you letting yourself slip right through my fingers?" and finally, it all hits him. he doesn't even know what to say and "I'm sorry" doesn't seem like it would help much, so he leans over the console to remove your hands off your face, holding it in his own. he looks at you, really looks at you.

you can barely make eye contact with him, but it doesn't matter when he pulls you in and catches your lips in a desperate, apologetic kiss. it almost felt as if he was expressing all of his guilt between your connected lips. a promise to change his ways and to stop hurting you the way he has been. this kiss said everything he didn't know how and the words you left unspoken. he pulls away to scan your face, wiping the remainder of wetness from your tear stained cheeks. at some point, he finds the words to say, even though they get trapped in his throat on the way out. "I-I'm so in love with you. I am. I'm so so sorry, baby, you don't know how sorry I am. I just don-didn't want to accept this fate. that I'm sick and might not even live to be 23...that I might never get to see you or feel your touch or kiss you again. it made it easier to just ignore all of it. but I am devoted to you. I wouldn't dream of leaving you, at any cost." now it's your turn to be at a loss for words, but you both need each other now more than ever. so you find your voice, however cracked and strained it may be, "I love you. god I love you so much, clay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this is happening to you, but baby, they're going to have a heart for you. have faith in that. in yourself. I'll never let anything or anyone take you from me. if you die, I die." the words escape you, with sobs and sniffles in between each one, as you take a firm hold of his face. he leans in for another kiss, not knowing another way to say everything to you while saying nothing at all, besides "let's go home, my love. let me show you how devoted I am to you."

you continue your ride back home, but now with more eagerness and speed — a change of pace from the slow, tense drive you endured earlier. as soon as you arrive in the driveway of your shared apartment, clay is quick to unbuckle both seatbelts and swiftly bring you over the console and onto his lap. you continue where you left off, enveloping his lips in a passionate kiss with more fervor than you're both used to. clay explores your body skillfully and attentively, the warmth of his hands a nice contrast to his usual cold touch. you're normally the first to break your kisses, knowing clay is too stubborn to stop for air, so you break the seal and linger your lips over his till he catches his breath. the warm air fanning from your mouth tempts him to just suffocate with his lips on yours, but he knows you'd never let him. instead, he moves his plump lips to attack your neck and jaw in wet, sloppy kisses, gently nipping at your soft skin occasionally. you lean your head to one side, granting him more access. he continues his assault, targeting your sweet spot, sucking and licking the pulsating region, branding you with the mark of his mouth. he groans as you tug his dirty blonde locks, feeling his heart flutter and cock twitch at the sound of your whimpers.

he wills himself to pull back from your neck and taps your thigh, "let's move this inside. we're gonna need more room if I'm gonna have my way with you." the lustful tone in his voice has your heart racing in excitement, and for a moment, you think your heart might stop. ironic, isn't it? nonetheless, you open the passenger door and remove yourself off his lap, not before pecking his lips. grabbing his hands, you pull him out of his seat as you both chuckle. in his arms, you're back home, being able to laugh with each other again without the underlying stress and tension. for a moment, you can both breathe each other's air, unrestricted.

you and clay make your way to your front door, hand in hand, his breaths sounding labored from the short trip up the stairs. you unlock the door with a little more urgency so he can sit down. you're hot on his trail after locking the door behind you, following him to the couch and sitting on your knees in front of him. "are you alright? what do you need?" you press, his wellbeing on the forefront of your mind. he shakes his head at your concern, taking hold of your hands and bringing them to his chest to feel his heartbeat. "I'm okay. I'm so okay, more than okay. I just need you." as long as you've been together, he never fails to make you feel flustered. you nod quickly at him in agreement.

you would never push him past his limits, but lord knows you're desperately horny and your panties couldn't get any more soaked than they are right now. "I need you, too. I haven't had you in the way I've needed in a long time." and you know he knows exactly what you're talking about because he feels it too. with his condition and all the appointments you've both been so busy with, not to mention the tension you both refused to acknowledge slowly putting a brick wall between you two. he knows what you need and he knows just the way to give it to you.

"you're always taking care of me, making sure I'm okay. now it's my turn to do the same for you." he speaks as he gets off the couch and pulls you up off the floor. the nervous excitement pools right at your core, not having been touched by him since a time you can't even remember. he holds your delicate face, committing every detail and feature to memory, and kisses you. much softer than the ones before. he wants to take his time with you. to savor every second with you like it's the last, although you both hope that's never the case. your plump lips move perfectly against his, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. he makes his way down your neck, leaving a gentle peck on his mark from your shared moment earlier. he holds your waist, bringing your body closer, and tugs at the hem of your shirt. he asks for consent each and every time, no matter how many times you've been together. you've always been drawn to what a gentleman he is. you nod, giving him permission to strip you undressed, down to the last article of clothing. his lips move down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I missed this body so much, princess." he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking on the now hardened nub while he fondles the other in between the soft pads of his fingers. you let out a whimper and he groans, loving how responsive and vocal you always are for him.

now he's got you laid on the couch, all spread out and exposed for him. he sits in front of you on his knees with your legs thrown over his shoulders as he expertly maneuvers his tongue through your wet folds. you always did love how skillful his mouth is at everything — negotiating business, persuading donors, and definitely when it was ravaging your pussy like it is now. his tongue explored your cunt like he was stranded on a desert and the pooling liquid at your entrance was his only salvation. "you taste so good, baby. always dripping for me." your inner thighs and his lips glisten in the light, both now covered in your slick. you buck your hips against his mouth as he wraps his plump, soft lips around your clit. throwing your hands into his hair, you tug at the ends, causing him to moan out at the same time as you.

no one would ever guess that the usually put together businessman loves to lose his composure in between your legs, with you ruining his slicked back hair and making a mess of his face. you whine out as he inserts a finger into you, then another, thrusting them in and out as his mouth continues to relentlessly drink you up. "you're so good for me, clay...I love your mouth so much."

as lost as you are in the pleasure, you realize at some point he needs to come up for air when you hear his panting. "clay, slow down, baby...come up, you need to breathe." you paw at his hair and face, willing him to look up at you, but he insists on suffocating between your legs. "clay, come on, don't do this." his grip around your thighs tightens, almost asking you to stop begging him to stop.

his mouth explores you only the way he knows how and the coil in your stomach begins to tighten, waiting to unravel. you see the glimmer of the layer of sweat on his forehead and you use whatever strength you have to pull his face up and away from you, even though the loss of contact makes you whimper. "why'd you make me stop?" he says breathlessly as he licks the remainder of your pleasure from his mouth. you exhale a sigh of both relief and disbelief at him. "you could've stopped breathing. your heart could've stopped, clay, that's why." if your earlier conversation meant anything, he should know not to push himself. "you taste so good, I can't help myself. I could die in this pussy." you roll your eyes, not in pleasure this time, but at how he manages to make you wet even in his stubborn ways.

he returns to devouring you so suddenly, you gasp at the sudden feeling of his warm tongue on your sensitive nub. the coil in your abdomen returns to you just as quickly as it faded, finally ready for release. "oh god, clay...fuck, I'm gonna cum!" the moan you let out was one the neighbors would file a complaint over, but you can't bring yourself to care when you look into a pair of shining blue eyes, already looking up at you. he grins into your cunt as your release decorates his mouth. he looks like an angel between your thighs, in contrast to the unholy deed he was doing. he laps at you feverishly, helping you ride the wave of your orgasm. he grins with his puffy lips, glistening with you all over them. you're ready to cum again at the sight of him greedily licking his fingers clean and wiping the remnants from his face into his mouth. "can't let a single drop go to waste."

you push yourself up on your elbows, still panting lightly, ready to return the favor. "that was probably the best one yet. now it's my turn to have my way with you." you lean up to kiss him, tasting some of yourself still on him. he wears a cheek splitting grin as you pull him up with you, pushing him into the previous spot you took on the couch. the fabric of the pants he still had on was ready to rip open with the pressure his hard cock was putting on them. you move to undo his belt, leaving sloppy kisses on his neck as you do so. you brand his neck in the same way he did yours and pull back to revel in your work. he rakes his hands through your hair while you work your way down to his happy trail, licking above his waistband before pulling it down with his help. clay's evidently painful cock springs out, making him breathe a sigh of relief. you were planning on teasing him a little, but you feel bad when you catch a glimpse of his furrowed brows and glossy eyes. he needs this just as badly as you do, so you scrap your original plan, intending to give him what he needs instead.

he bucks into your hand as you swipe at the precum on his tip before catching it between your lips, savoring the taste. you look intensely into his eyes and watch as lust and need begin to flood his irises. his body already feels like it's on fire as he feels your hands begin to work him. you reach back to your cunt, still pooling with your slick, collecting it to lubricate him. clay let's out a breathless, pleading whimper. "please, baby...I need more." he's nearly begging, and if he wasn't already on his knees for you earlier, he'd get down on them now. his voice is strained in his plea, and who were you to deny him this pleasure? "patience, my love... I'll give you what you want." you lean into him, whispering in his ear and nibbling his lobe as you stroke him at a slow pace. he shudders at the contact he's been desperate for, a moan escaping his lips as he throws his head back into the cushion. you take him into your mouth, making his eyes flutter at the warm, wet feeling. "oh god...fuck." he pulls in a gasp when you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head, his body writhing in pleasure. you feel your core clench around nothing at the sound of his groans, knowing he's putty in your hands.

you push yourself down his length as far as you can go, stroking what can't fit. his size always seems to impress you like it's your first time all over again. his hands find their way into your hair, pushing you down his length a little further. "c'mon, baby, you can take it. I know you can. you're such a good girl for me, with your lips wrapped around my cock." he moans out, trying to control his breathing. your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling his length bruise your throat, just as it should be. his mind is in a haze and full of you. you pull up off of him for air, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his glistening cock.

you return yourself back to your rightful position — with your lips wrapped around his cock, mouth full and drooling, and unable to think about anything besides getting him his release. his breath comes in heavy pants and you watch him through hooded eyes, partly to take in his fucked out expression and partly to make sure he's alright. he can barely form a coherent sentence and his trembling legs signal to you he's on the precipice of breaking. he manages to find the words, praising you with sweet words between ragged breaths. "you're so good, baby...so perfect for me. you gonna let me fill that pretty mouth up?" to which you hum an affirmative response, the vibration giving him that last push over the edge. he tangles his hands in your hair once again, needing to ground himself to reality as waves of pleasure course through him. his head is thrown back and his mouth is agape, releasing near pornographic moans, and it takes everything not to have your second orgasm of the night just at the sound of him. you swallow every last drop of what he gives you, like the good girl he knows you are, as his hot cum spurts into your mouth.

he comes to, opening his eyes to find you smiling up, mouth coated in him. he leans in to lift you off the ground by your hips, seating you onto his lap. "I love you. I'm sorry for everything. for worrying you so much. I promise, I won't ever leave you. not without a fight." as you lean in to wrap your arms around him, the sound of a pager going off alerts you both. you push yourself off his lap in urgency, hoping for some good news. he looks to you, eyebrows raised, awaiting some clarity from you. "what is it? is it the hospital?" you look up from the pager and at clay with a teary eyed expression, nodding profusely. "baby, they have a heart...they have a heart for you, right now, tonight. you're getting a heart, clay!" he laughs, tears filling up his eyes as he darts off the couch to take you in his arms. "I love you, I love you, I love you... I'm getting a heart. we'll finally get a clean slate." you grip him a little tighter, heart racing at his reassurance and the guarantee of a real future together — one without doctors or procedures or worrying if you'll have to let him go for good. you pull back to scan his face, caressing it to calm his nerves. "god, I love you so much...let's get you a new heart, clay."

he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist, guiding you both back to sit on the couch. of course he's excited for his new heart, but he's in no rush just yet. "what are you doing? we need to get to the hospital." he nods in agreement, but makes no effort to get up. "and we will, soon enough. don't worry." his hands find your hips and rests your core right over his cock, moving you back and forth.

you spent half the night in each other's arms, finding yourselves connected in the most intimate way, and celebrating clay's new lease on life.

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