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Homecoming Dance

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The gym was packed, pulsing with music, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cheap punch, and way too much cologne. The decorations—streamers, fairy lights, and a questionable amount of glitter—did their best to make the place feel magical, but Wally barely noticed any of it.

Because Y/N was standing in front of him, looking stunning.

Not that she didn’t always look good—because damn—but tonight? Tonight, she was on a whole other level.

He’d spent the whole night dancing with her, making her laugh, watching the way her eyes lit up under the glow of the lights. Every second, every little glance, every touch that lingered a little too long had been building up to this.

Now, the dance was winding down, and they had slipped outside, away from the crowd, into the cool night air. The muffled bass of the music still thumped from inside, but out here, it was quiet. Just the two of them under the dim glow of the parking lot lights.

“You’re not as bad at dancing as you said you were,” Y/N teased, swaying slightly in place.

Wally huffed a laugh. “That’s because I was holding back.”

“Oh, really?” She smirked. “Guess I’ll have to see the full performance someday.”

He grinned, taking a step closer. “Maybe.”

They were close now, the space between them barely there, his heart hammering in his chest.

She glanced up at him through her lashes, her usual confidence flickering into something softer, more hesitant. “Wally…”

“Yeah?” His voice was quieter now.

She swallowed, then let out a small breath, like she was working up the nerve to say something. But instead of words, she just… looked at him.

And suddenly, finally, he knew.

He reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he murmured.

Her lips parted slightly, and for a second, he thought she might tease him—call him out for stating the obvious. But instead, she just whispered, “Okay.”

So he did.

The first press of their lips was soft, tentative, but the moment she sighed against him, he was gone. His hands found her waist, pulling her in just enough to feel the warmth of her against him. She responded instantly, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit jacket.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hurried—it was slow, warm, something real.

When they finally pulled away, she let out a breathless little laugh. “Took you long enough.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. “Worth the wait?”

She grinned. “Definitely.”

And with that, he kissed her again—because now that he’d started, there was no way he was stopping anytime soon.

Why does mean Wally turn me on??? 🚩

Poison

Plot: it should’ve been known that just because you slept with him, doesn’t mean anything changes. And you can’t help but fall for his words every time

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): SMUTT!!!! Heavy angst at the end, reader gets used for sex, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), no happy end, wally bullies the reader, wally is an absolute asshole unless he’s fucking the reader, fingering, degrading, tbh this is shit, NOT PROFREAD

a/n: YALL. okay so i recently binged Hazbin Hotel and this smut is based on a song from the show called Poison. I’m obsessed with it! Anyways. Lets get TO IT!

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the sound of the bell snaps you out of your day dream, making you look up from your notepad. Students are standing and making their way out of the classroom to hurry to their next class, leaving you by yourself. As you begin to pack your things you noticed a folded piece of paper tossed between the pages of your notepad. You grab it gently and open it, immediately recognizing Wally’s sloppy handwriting.

“Meet me in the janitors closet during our free period ;)”

you roll your eyes and crumple the paper up, tossing it into the trashcan as you walk out of the already empty classroom. You wouldn’t fall for his shit this time. The last time you did your heart got torn into shreds. But at the same time…god you’ve never had an orgasm like the one he gave you. It should’ve been a one time thing, well no, it shouldn’t have happened at all. You only went to his house to help him out with homework like he had requested and one thing led to another and you were pressed face down into his mattress as he ruined your insides.

the second time it happened? Well, honestly that was your own mistake. It was after school and you wanted to find a place to smoke in peace, so you wandered to the football field. Low and behold there he was, running laps by himself. In your defense you did try and leave but he’s a football player for crying out loud. He caught up quick and stopped you, starting to tease you about your habits. And one thing turned into another and you were riding him on the bleachers with your skirt bunched at your waist.

you hated him and he hated you but fuck his dick game was too good. But you wouldn’t let it happen again, especially when you realized about a week ago you like the football player. When you fully figured it out you avoided seeing like like he was a solar eclipse. Which made him pissed off, so when he noticed you spaced out in class he thought it the best time to give you the note.

before you could even fully wander down the hallway, you were being pulled into a small space. And when the chemicals hit your nose you knew exactly where you were. You ripped your arm from the quarter backs grasp and glared up at him.

“what the fuck Wally,” you snapped and stepped back to the door. Effectively, he blocked you in and pressed himself to you, against the door. You knew if you tried to leave you’d out the both fo you, and you’d hate to have everyone mock you

“you’ve been avoiding me, asshole, what the fuck,” he sneered and leaned down to be closer. The closer he got the more his scent encapsulated your sense. Fuck he smelt so nice.

“no shit, i fuckin’ hate your guts,” you sneered back and glared up at him. The only response you got was a snicker from him.

“nah, the only guts in this equation are yours while i’m fucking ruining them,” he whispered and gently placed his lips to your neck. You shiver and try to flinch away but his hand in your hair stops you from moving. You try to free your poor hair from his grasp but he grips harder and glares down at you.

“admit it, you love when i dick you down. You’re a fucking whore who loves to get pushed around by the star football player. Which isn’t a surprise, seeing how much of a freak you are.”

you should’ve been upset by his words but all you felt was arousal, that familiar hear between your legs. Why was this turning you on so much? Without too much thought behind it, you swung your arm back a bit and up. With a loud smack, your hand lands on his cheek, a harsh slap erupted in the small space. His face turned to the side from the impact, but that wasn’t what deterred you. The smirk rising to his lips made you lean back a bit in surprise and then the sudden impact on your chest settled in as he spun you around. With a harsh push, he’s pinning you to your front against the door, arms locked behind your back.

you hiss at the contact and try to snap at him but are cut off by the harsh yank from your hair along with the smack that landed on your ass. You let out a yelp and squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh sting hits you like bricks. And within seconds you’re feeling the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. He’s all but careful as he shoves his ring and middle finger into your hot cunt, making you moan out. His free hand is slapping over your mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of your aching cunt at an aggressive speed, curling them every now and then to hit that perfect spot inside of you.

with his hand muffling your moans, you let them fly. Small pants are given from the dark haired boy as he pressed his hard cock against your plush ass that still stung from his assault earlier. Your eyes roll a bit from the harsh pace, already feeling a small knot build in your gut but it was easily ruined as he pulled his fingers out abruptly. You wanted to cry out in protest but the sound of his belt being undone made your heart leap in excitement.

He’s grabbing your hips and pulling them back a bit so your ass is out more for him. You jump a bit as you feel his tip prod at your entrance, gathering whatever wetness he could before he pressed into you. The stretch always felt a bit tight but you knew you’d be feeling like heaven in moments.

but he sat for a second, stuffed to the hilt inside of you. You turn your head a bit to look back at him but he grabs your hair and forces you to look away from him. Your confusion is dissolved as he starts to pull out only to slam back into you. You bite down on your lip to keep your cries in, loving the feel of his dick deep inside of you. His pace is all but sweet as he starts to fuck into you like a dog in rut. The soft groans coming from him were like heaven, along with the loud sounds of your squelching cunt and his balls slapping against your clit and his pelvis smacking into your ass.

you try and reach back to hold onto some part of him but he quickly slaps your hand away, keeping his hand in your hair to keep your head stabilized. And for some reason you feel like he’s trying to keep himself distant from you. After he had just bitched about you avoiding him as well.

your thoughts are interrupted as you felt that knot in your lower abdomen build up again. You whimpered softly and reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly to help. Wally’s hips keep pistoning into you, trying to chase his own high as well. Within a few more thrusts he’s shooting his cum deep inside of you, painting your walls that milky white color. His finish triggered yours making you spasm a bit, feeling your liquid leak down his dick and your own thighs. You were thankful you were wearing a skirt, clean up would be easy.

after taking a little breather you started to get yourself together. You turn your eyes up to the boy, seeing his eyes clouded with thought. You stepped closer only to be pushed back, “we can’t do this again. If people found out i was fucking you my reputation would be ruined. Just stay the fuck away from me from now on, freak.”

with that, he’s moving around you and darting out or the closet, leaving you alone. You’d fallen for it again, and this time his poison hit its mark leaving you with a broken heart.

*chefs kiss*

Thighs obsession

Pairing: Rafe cameron x girlfriend

Warnings: rafe being obsessed with his girls thighs

Summary: rafe is obsessed with your thighs and he has to touch them and kisse them at all given time to do so

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Rafe Cameron had an obsession—an all-consuming, insatiable fixation on his girlfriend’s thighs.

It wasn’t just a casual appreciation, not a passing glance or an occasional touch. No, it was something deeper, something primal. Rafe needed to have his hands on them, his mouth on them, his entire body pressed against them whenever he got the chance. It wasn’t just about the way they looked—though he’d be the first to say they were perfect. It was the way they felt beneath his touch, how soft they were, how warm they got when he left his mark.

And he made sure to do that often.

1. Movie Nights

It started innocently enough. At least, that’s what she told herself. She and Rafe were curled up on the couch, a random movie playing, one she’d barely been able to focus on for the past thirty minutes because Rafe’s head was resting comfortably on her lap.

His fingers traced absent patterns along the inside of her thigh, his touch featherlight, teasing. He wasn’t even watching the screen, completely enthralled with her instead. Every so often, he’d press a slow, open-mouthed kiss against the bare skin of her thighs, his lips dragging lazily over them.

“You’re not watching the movie,” she murmured, fingers threading through his hair.

“Don’t need to,” Rafe mumbled against her skin, his voice thick with something heavy. “Got a better view right here.”

He turned his head, biting down just enough to make her gasp. She could already feel the bruise forming, another mark he’d be satisfied to see when she changed later.

2. The Club

Rafe was possessive. Everyone knew that. And it became glaringly obvious whenever they were out in public.

She had worn a dress that night, one that barely skimmed mid-thigh, and Rafe had not been pleased. Not because he didn’t love the way she looked in it—God, he did—but because it meant everyone else would see what was his.

So he made sure to remind her.

The club was packed, loud, full of bodies pressed together, but Rafe didn’t care about any of them. His focus was on her, on the way she was sitting in their booth, one leg crossed over the other. His hand found its way to her knee, slowly dragging up her thigh, squeezing, kneading, making sure she felt every bit of his frustration.

“You like making me crazy, don’t you?” he muttered in her ear, lips brushing the sensitive spot below it.

She shivered but didn’t answer, only smirking when he sinked on his knees pressing a lingering kiss against her thigh.

3. Waking Up

Mornings with Rafe were dangerous.

Mostly because he was impossible to get out of bed, especially when his favorite pillow wasn’t the one on the bed but rather her thighs.

She had woken up to find him sprawled across her legs, arms wrapped around them, face pressed against her bare skin. His breathing was slow, steady, but as soon as she moved, his grip tightened.

“Stay,” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling against her.

“Rafe, we have to get up.”

“Don’t care.”

She sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, and that was when he finally looked up at her, a lazy smirk on his lips. “Unless you want to give me another reason to stay in bed…”

His teeth grazed the inside of her thigh, and she sucked in a breath.

Yeah, they weren’t getting up anytime soon.

4. Arguments and Apologies

Fighting with Rafe was inevitable. He had a temper, a stubbornness that rivaled hers, and sometimes things got heated.

But his apologies? They were just as intense.

He had her pinned against the wall, frustration still burning in his eyes, but his lips were on her thighs, moving over every inch of bare skin. His hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as he pressed kiss after kiss, soothing over the marks his earlier grip had left.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he murmured against her skin, nipping at her thigh just enough to make her whimper.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned, looking up at her with darkened eyes. “You love it,” he accused.

She did.

And she loved him, thigh obsession and all.

Rafe Cameron was relentless, but when it came to her thighs, he was absolutely insatiable.

Lucky Charm☘

NSFW

Summary: Wally has noticed you cheering him on at every game and he finally gets up the courage to talk to you.

Authors Note: Send me requests please! I am having major writers block. Love you guys!-L

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Wally Clark was the Split River Devils’ best running back. He also was the only reason you’d waste your time at a football game. Since your freshman year you hadn’t missed a game. You were always there in the stands cheering him on even though you were pretty sure he had no idea you even existed.

Wally knew you existed, in fact he relied on you as his good luck charm. He had heard your voice cheering him on above everyone else. He didn’t know you then but he searched for you in the stands after that first game. Thankfully you always sat in the front row and he had to force himself not to look at you from the sidelines.

There was something about you that pulled him in. He hadn’t talked to you afraid that he’d mess it up and you’d be gone. He needed you at the games, you were the only one constantly giving him encouragement. His mom rarely commented on anything good so it was a nice change.

He made it his mission to get to know you. So after his first game as a senior he had managed to work up the courage to talk to you. He quickly changes out of his uniform and left the locker room to hopefully catch you before you left.

He checked the stands and then quickly ran to the parking lot catching you walking to your car. You had drove the two hours to the away game by yourself and he wasn't letting you drive home by yourself. "Hey Y/N wait up!" He ran to your car as you had opened the drivers side door. You turned around to see Wally standing a few feet from you out of breath and wearing his signature letterman.

"Um hi. Great game! What can I do for you Wally?" you fumbled out awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs. "Did you drive all the way out here by yourself?" Wally asks curiously. You chuckle nervously "Um yeah I guess I did." "Can I ride home with you?" He asks politely giving you that award winning smile.

"Yea of course! Let me make sure my passenger seat is cleaned out!" you smile walking around and opening the door moving your bag and a few other things to the back seat. He waits for you to round the front of the car and get seated before closing your door. He tosses his bag in the back seat before situating himself in the passenger seat. "You didn't wanna ride the bus back?" you ask as you pull out of the parking lot.

"Just didn't think it was safe to let you drive back home this late and I wanted to get to know my number one fan." He teases you. You giggle and your cheeks turn rosy. "Your number one fan huh? Getting a bit of an ego are you?" you tease back. He smirks at you taking in your side view, admiring your fluttery lashes and the cute Devils gear you are wearing. "Aren't you though? I've seen you at every game." Your face gets even more red as you glance at him.

"I do enjoy football and you might be apart of why I enjoy it." you shrug. His smile widens and he blushes hiding it from you. "Are you hungry? I was thinking about stopping at a diner or something?" You ask looking over at him waiting on the red light to turn green. "Starved actually. I'm always super hungry after a game. To the diner!" Wally rubs his tummy animatedly causing you to laugh loudly smacking your hand over your mouth embarrassed.

You pull into a cute little diner called "Sweetheart Suppers". The neon sign flashes pink as Wally holds open the door for you. You find a booth before ordering your drinks and scanning the menu. You order a cheeseburger and fries while Wally orders chicken strips and tater tots. While you wait for your food to arrive Wally shameless flirts with you and mentions that he has looked for you at every game.

You look at him shocked "Every game? And you think I'm your number one fan? Okayyy." you tease him. He smirks "I never said I wasn't a fan of you Sweets. I am a big fan actually. Been trying to get up the courage to talk to you since freshman year besides for an extra pencil." He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Well I'm flattered. What took you so long though?" You smile at him soothing his anxiety. "Well I didn't want to screw it up. You are kind of my good luck charm." He shrugs at you.

"I'm your good luck charm? How?" You ask curiously. "Um. This is kind of embarrassing but you are the only one that positively comments on my game play. Coach and my mom only criticize me. I really need your cheering to keep me in the right mindset." He mumbles out fidgeting with his hands. You reach across the table and grab his hand rubbing it with your thumb gently.

"I will be your lucky charm anytime you need Hon. I love watching you play." You smile at him keeping his hand in yours as you eat with the other. "Are you flirting with me Gorgeous?" Wally teases trying to break the tension. You smile up at him. "Maybe? What are you gonna do about it?" you tease. His eyes darken as his tongue drags along his bottom lip. He grabs the waitress to get the ticket and pays for the both of you much to your protests.

He walks you out to your car grabbing your hips as he pushes your back against the door trapping you between him and the car. His hands move from your hips to rest besides your head. He leans in pressing his lips to yours gently at first until you kiss him back. You kiss back, hands grasping onto his shirt holding him close to you. He pulls back resting his forehead against yours breath hitting your lips. "Fuck I want you in the worst way Sweets." He groans out.

You look up at him pupils blown wide and darkened making his heart race. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private then." You practically beg. "I don't think I can wait. Want you now. Can I fuck you in your back seat Princess?" He whimpers pushing his hips against yours. You nod up at him, moving towards the back door. He yanks it open helping you in before clambering in after you. The door closes and he's glued to you. His lips trail down your neck, kissing and sucking as he goes, stopping when your breath catches paying extra attention to that spot. He nips at the spot before smoothing it over with his tongue.

You push his letterman off his shoulders and tug at the bottom of his shirt until he pulls it over his head. He reaches for the bottom of your shirt looking up at you for reassurance before ridding you of it. He kisses your lips before pressing them between your breasts and across your collarbones. Your hands are in his hair and feeling the corded muscles of his back whimpering at the sensation of him and his lips on you.

He sits you up slightly unclipping your bra before gently pulling it off of you. He lays you back down stopping to take in your breasts breath catching in his throat at the sight of your hard pierced nipples. "Fuck Sweets you are full of surprises." You giggle at him the giggle turning into a moan as his lips latch to your nipple his hand groping the other breasts before switching. You whine hips lifting to grind up into his, his hips buck against yours causing him to moan around your breast a shiver crawling up your spine.

He continues covering your tits in hickies as his hand trails down popping the button on your jeans before slipping his hand in them cupping your pussy through your damp panties. "Please Wally." You whine needing him to touch you. He hums against you before pulling back to help you out of your jeans and panties. His eyes lock on your wet folds, licking his lips before pressing a kiss to your mound. He brings his hand to drag slowly through your center before rubbing your clit in a slow circle. His other hand reaches to press into your lower stomach holding you still as he watches your face contort into pleasure.

He continues his slow torture his fingers sliding down to pump into you slowly. You let out a gasp as you clench around his thick fingers. After making sure you are ready for him he brings his fingers to his mouth moaning around them before saying "Princess as much as I'd like to eat your delicious pussy I am gonna bust if I don't get in you soon." Wally whines out. "Fuck me please." You beg him.

He groans out before shimmying his jeans and boxers down freeing his pulsing cock. He look down at you "I think I have a condom in my wallet." You shake your head no. "I wanna feel you. All of you. Please. I'm clean and on birth control." The though of feeling you wrapped around him with nothing in between you does something to him, his hips jerking causing the head of his cock to bump into your clit. A shutter coursing through the both of you.

He reaches down dragging the red tip of his cock up and down your slick before slowly pushing in. You let out a whimper as he groans out bending down to kiss you roughly. He sinks into you inch by inch, his thickness feeling like he's splitting you in half. A strangled cry pours into Wally's mouth. He gives you a minute to adjust to his size the only movement the twitch of his cock. "Am I good to move Princess?" he grunts out. You nod your head before he shakes his telling you "Words Princess. Need you to say it." You whine at him needily before he gives you a pointed look. "Wally please fuck me now. Need you." you manage to whimper out before his hips pull almost all the way out before bottoming back out inside of you. You scream out "Wallllly." He grunts into your neck as he keeps the pace up.

He leans back and settles his hands behind your knees bringing them to your chest before plunging back into you. He's so deep you can feel him in your throat. A loud moan leaving your mouth as he leans froward to capture your lips as he drives into you. The only sound is your skin slapping and the wetness of you. He pulls his lips from yours briefly to say "Fuck baby you feel so good. You are taking my cock so well." You whine before leaning up to capture his lips again as your nails drag down his back.

He grunts into your mouth at the burning sensation your nails leave. He moves so one hand is pressing against the back of both of your thighs holding them up as the other wraps around your throat observing your blissed out face before pistoning faster into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, the only sound leaving your swollen lips is a pitiful whimper as he ruins you. He grunts as he feels you tighten around him spasming around his cock.

You writhe under him getting close to the edge of release. "Gonna cum." You say as a broken whisper. His hand tightens as he fucks faster "Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?" He says in a deep gravelly tone sending you over the edge, toes curling eyes rolling. You spasm around him, hips jerking as you soak his cock with your cum. He groans out hips stuttering as he thrusts for his last time stilling himself in you as he fills you up. He slowly releases your legs allowing them to settle on either side of his hips before pressing his forehead to your breast bone catching his breath. You run your hands through his hair gently scratching at his scalp in a soothing way.

He leans back after he collects himself pressing a kiss to your lips before gently pulling out of you an empty feeling settling over you. A whimper escapes you as he does. He presses a kiss to you before helping you slip your panties back on. "Do you want to put your bra back on?" He asks picking it up. You shake your head no before allowing him to pull your t-shirt over your head. He grabs his letterman helping you slip it on before helping you pull your jeans up. He then redresses himself before helping you out of the backseat.

You stumble around sleepily and sore causing Wally to chuckle at you. "Do you want me to drive us home Lovey? Fucked you too good." He kisses your cheek and nuzzles his head into your neck. "Yes please." you mumble through the yawn that escapes. He helps you over to the passenger side and helps you get cozy making sure your seatbelt is on before hopping into the driver side.

You are leaned back in the passenger seat turned towards him looking at him through sleepy eyes. "Its okay. I'll wake you up when we get back Sweets. Go to sleep." He says resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. He watches as your eyes drift close admiring how sweet you look all curled up in his letterman after he just ruined you in the backseat. Fuck he might be in love.

🍆 me to sleep! 🤤🤤

Pillow princess

crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron

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You were weightless, boneless, floating somewhere between sleep and reality. Your body was soft, limp against the sheets, your limbs draped over Rafe’s as he held you close. The air was thick with the scent of him—cologne, sweat, and the faintest hint of his shampoo.

You sighed, completely fucked out, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you nuzzled into his chest. “Mmm.” That was all you could manage, a tiny, content little noise, barely above a whisper.

Rafe smirked, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns up and down your side, his other hand resting on your throat, just where you liked it. His thumb brushed over your pulse, feeling the rapid little beat beneath your skin, like a caged bird trying to escape.

His grip was never tight—just there, firm and grounding, a silent reminder that you were his.

You exhaled shakily, melting further into him. “Feels good,” you mumbled sleepily, voice hoarse and used.

Rafe hummed, dragging his knuckles over your jaw before tilting your chin up, forcing your hazy eyes to meet his. “Yeah?”

You nodded, lips parting, breath coming out in soft little pants as he ran his fingers back down, pressing lightly at the base of your throat.

Your lashes fluttered. Your lips trembled.

“More,” you whispered, barely conscious but still needy, still desperate for his touch.

Rafe chuckled, his hand tightening just slightly, just enough to make your body go lax. “Fucking pillow princess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. “Can’t even keep your eyes open, huh?”

You whimpered, shaking your head, slipping deeper and deeper into that fuzzy, floaty space where everything was warm and perfect and him.

“Did so good for me, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with pride, fingers stroking over your skin. “Go to sleep. I got you.”

And you did—safely tucked away in Rafe’s arms, his hand never leaving your throat.

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I’ve been considering writing some because the lack of it is tragic.

Plz for the love of all that is wally Clark I need more smut I'm feening for some more wally Clark smut who do I have to kiss to make this happen

My chest literally hurts every time I think about Maddie leaving Wally. Fuck this show has me down bad. I feel like a kid.

Made this silly little drawing of Wally and Maddie. 💙💙

Blurb

I’m feeling not great today and I can’t help but think about Wally crawling between my body and the couch. Pulling my hips against his front and kissing my temple before cuddling into me.

And maybe even snaking his hand down to toy with my clit purely to distract me from feeling so rough.