Just thinking about boyfriend!Levi and how beautiful he thinks you are, especially in those moments when you think you’re anything but.
You’re getting ready in the bathroom connected to the bedroom you both share, and he watches as you put your hair up in a messy bun and push your hair back with a headband. You bend over to wash your face, the tiny shorts you wear to bed just barely covering the roundness of your plump bottom. He loves the old band t-shirt you wear to bed too; threadbare and holes forming from years of use, he can see your breasts trough it, your nipples hard from the chill of the early morning.
And that’s not the only thing that’s getting hard right now.
Fuck, you’re so beautiful.
He moves behind you and his hands roam under your shirt. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” You hum. He answers by turning you around and pushing you against the sink. “I need to get ready for work…”you reply, half-heartedly.
“You can be a few minutes late,” he says, as he pulls your shorts and underwear down.
charles + ☆ { waking } them up with oral pls pls pls and thank u 🙏🫶🏻
minors dni
It was established early on in your relationship--as in, earlier than the actual relationship--that Charles would never take issue with you waking him up with whatever means you deemed necessary. In fact, if you remember right, he made it a point to inform you he'd prefer if you did it this way.
You're nothing if not a good girlfriend, a fact you don't have to remind yourself of this morning when you wake up in bed next to him.
He's sprawled out under the blue duvet, one arm hanging over the edge of the bed, the other under your pillow. One of your legs is looped around his, and he has on a pair of boxers and nothing more. His hair is perfectly imperfect, shooting off in a million different directions, and he looks so... pretty.
So pretty, that it would almost be a crime if you didn't push the waist band of his boxers down just far enough to expose his cock. And once you'd done that, it would most certainly be criminal to not dip below the duvet.
You start slow, careful, don't want to wake him abruptly. A kiss at the base of his cock, a long stripe up the entire length of him, and another kiss at the tip. It doesn't take long to get him hard, to get his hips sleepily bucking against your fingers while they stroke him.
A sleepy groan leaves his lips, but you keep working, taking him in your mouth, sinking down onto him until he's hitting the back of your throat. "F... fuck," he says, and you're still not sure if he's awake, not until he's pulling the duvet back to expose you.
A smile pulls on your lips, "Morning, baby," you say, and the pad of his thumb traces over your cheek, hand slotting against your jaw.
being at a party and dared by your friends to go ask this random hot man to play with your tits and you’re like “sure why not?” and then the very hot man actually says yes and you both disappear into a bedroom where he almost makes you come by just playing with you for a little and he’s got the best dirty talk you ever heard and the most talented fingers and anyway that’s how you get to know your parents’ new neighbour, Boba 💀