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i love you ↬ j. saros

note: I have....no idea where this came from. I was torn between writing fluff and smut and it just turned into both, I guess. Also, we need more Juuse fics here on Tumblr and I hope my small contribution is one you all enjoy. Much love. 

warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex (please use a condom!)

word count: 1.2k 

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“I think I’m going to propose to her,” Juuse mutters, watching you from across the room. He leans against the bar with a beer in his hand, a wide smile on his face as he watches you dance with one of his teammates’ kids. You spin them around and their gleeful giggles cause you to let out a laugh of your own.

Pekka looks over at Juuse, “When?”

“Soon,” Juuse responds, his eyes flickering away from you to Pekka, “hopefully soon.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?” Pekka inquires.

Juuse lets out a small chuckle, “I bought the ring a month after we started dating.”

Juuse had known that you were his forever for quite some time now. He knew that whatever his future held for him, you would be the one holding his hand. The mere second he had a taste of you, he knew that no other flavor would compare. Nothing would ever be as satisfactory or sufficient as you were.

“I can’t wait, man,” Pekka commented, nudging his friend’s arm, “I’m excited for you.”

Pekka truly was. Juuse was like a son to him, and to have Juuse confess something to him- such as the fact that Juuse had found his forever partner- made him tear up a little bit.

“If she says yes, you think you’d be my best man?” Juuse asked, looking up at Pekka.

Pekka nodded, a large smile breaking out onto his face, “Of course, Juuse. Of course I would.”

On the drive home, Juuse had a small smile on his face the entire time. You noticed, and his smile made you form one of your own.

“I love seeing you smile like that.” you noted, and Juuse’s smile grew the slightest bit, a blush peppering his cheeks. “I love seeing you happy.”

“I love you.” Juuse responded, grabbing your hand from your lap and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

God, you felt like your heart was ice cream and he was the sun on a hot summer day. His words made you melt and you felt fuzzy inside, even though you had heard the words many times before.

“I love you,” you said, giving his hand a quick squeeze.

Time and time again, you and Juuse exchanged those three words and each time the weight of them got heavier. The meaning behind them seemed more real, more certain. On the occasion that you fought, you were always quick to remind each other that you loved each other. When he was away on a road trip, you never hesitated to send him a quick text or leave him a voicemail with those three words. They brightened his day, no matter what had happened within it.

Often times, the three words came in the form of things that weren’t words at all. Sometimes it was Juuse catching you curled up somewhere in the house, reading a book, and making you a cup of tea to aid you in your journey of whatever world you were currently in. Other times it’s you seeing him running low on toothpaste and picking up another tube for him while out running some quick errands. The appreciation and adoration you had for one another was seemingly endless and it drove both of you absolutely mad.

Sometimes the madness took over your bodies and brought you to orgasms that ranged from slow and drawn out to quick and sloppy. You would be placing clothes into the washer and Juuse would come up behind you, placing kisses down the side of your neck. His hands would instantly clutch your hips and slowly drift upward, slipping under the material of your shirt to cup your breasts. The blue t-shirt that you held in your hands was dropped to the floor as you leaned back into his touch. Moments later, your t-shirt and Juuse’s were on the floor as well, hasty hands grabbing at belt buckles and pushing jean material downwards. 

He kicked away the clothes that had fallen around the two of you during your make out session, not wanting any danger of slipping and falling. After removing his boxers and your underwear, his hands hooked under your thighs, hoisting you up on the edge of the washer. Lining himself up with you, his eyes met yours, and you gave him a single nod. 

That was all the permission he needed to thrust his hips forward, filling you to the hilt. A gasp left your lips at the feeling; one of your arms wrapping itself around his shoulders for support. Juuse set a quick pace rather quickly, pulling out of you and slamming right back in, causing the washer to smack against the wall. Your lips met his for a wet, open-mouthed kiss that was broken apart by a moan passing through your lips. He was hitting that spot, the one that drove you absolutely wild. Throwing your head back, a lazy smile crossed your face as you basked in the moment. The high you were chasing was so close, you felt it waiting to run right off the edge of the cliff and free fall into whatever awaited you as the waves retracted from the shores of your nerves. 

Leaning forward, you kissed him once more, your free hand travelling down to rub your clit and give you the extra push that you needed. A few thrusts later and you began to descend down orgasm row, your eyes fluttering closed. Your mouth opened against Juuse’s and a breathy gasp escaped your lips. A few quick thrusts later, and you felt him release inside of you, your walls clenching around him and eliciting a low grown from his puffy lips.

When you both finished riding out your orgasms, you slumped back against the washer and Juuse leaned forward, resting his head above your breasts. One of your hands traveled into his hair and played with it gently. He remained shiftless for a few moments, basking in the feeling of being close to you like this. Whirlwind, nippy, no-time-to-make-it-to-the-bedroom-so-I’m-fucking-you-right-here sex brought about a certain satisfactory, lackadaisical feeling that Juuse loved so much, he would grow hard just thinking about it. There was something about feeling your chest heave under the weight of his head and the way you exchanged tired, lazy smiles that made the skin around your eyes crinkle. 

Placing you gently on the ground, he kept his hands on your hips a while longer to make sure your legs were stable enough for you to walk. A few taps on his arm let him know that you were okay, so he stepped aside, picking up the dirty clothes on the floor and tossing them in the washer. You moved to pick up your discarded jeans, but he snatched them away before you could reach. 

“Go shower,” he said, “I’ll join you once I get this load started.” 

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek and exiting the laundry room. 

Juuse watched you walk away with a content smile on his face. 

Neither one of you said those three words, but neither needed to. Not in this moment.

“Hey, babe,” he called out, causing you to turn around. 

“What?” 

“How soon do you want to have the same last name?” he asked.

A giddy smile crossed your face, “City Clerk’s office closes at five.”

You shot him a wink before turning back around and making your way up the stairs. 

Juuse laughed, shaking his head. You were right, the City Clerk’s office did close at five. 

It was a shame he didn’t plan on proposing until your evening walk on the boardwalk, which would be at six at the earliest. 

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