notes: i found this leftover in my doc manager and realized that this was never posted when i intended it to be, aka about 85 days ago
for tumblr prompt: "please tell me you brought protection."
His fingers are tangled in her hair and her legs are wrapped around his waist. She sits herself on the hard swell at the zip of his jeans and she desperately sucks at his bottom lip. He groans into her mouth and slides both hands up along the backs of her thighs, slipping his fingers underneath her tight underwear. He squeezes firmly as his hips slowly propels upwards to press himself harder between her lips.
When she lets out something between a moan and a gasp, he returns a growl and pulls his hands from her hips to her waist, willing the stubborn stretchy fabric off with his palms. Her shirt goes nowhere and frustrated, he scrunches the clothing between his clenched fingers and crunches his entire body upwards before flipping the two of them over, pinning her body under a hard kiss and fitting himself between her legs.
Her skirt lifts up in the course of the action and he wastes no time getting her panties up and off her once he sets his eyes on the black lace. She whines while grappling with the denim he's still wearing and once he finally helps her unbutton, unzip, uncover his very erect self, she rests the backs of her knees into the crux of his elbows and shimmies herself down the bed while angling herself upward—ready but then everything stops—
"Please tell me you brought protection," she mewled, her vowels lengthened with desire.
He smiles and leans his body over her, touching his tip along her entrance while he reaches into his back pocket to whip out a strategically placed condom in his jeans, which are bunched at his knees.
"Of course…" he purrs while nibbling gently on her ear.
"Mmm," she hums in approval, settling back to relax for pleasure soon-to-come as she—
"Oh shit," he suddenly says, lifting his body up from her completely.
She knows exactly why he cursed and she groans loudly as she lifts her torso up onto her elbows, watching him search his other pockets, fumbling with his jeans.
"You didn't bring any, did you?" she sighs. She looks at his crotch with disappointment.
He frowns. "No, I guess not," he admits, letting out a sigh of his own.
"How could you have forgotten to bring condoms?" she pouts, squeezing the outsides of his thighs between her knees. "I can't believe you."
"Condoms?" he asks, with a silly smile on his face. "Oh that protection," he continues dryly. "I thought you meant protection from your beauty and charm."
He pulls out a few condoms from his shirt pocket and tosses all but one onto the mattress beside them.
"Of course I brought condoms," he assures her, opening the packet and leaning forward to kiss her.
She rolls her eyes before smiling into the kiss, cradling his face between her hands. "Just shut up and fuck me."
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