prompt: Prompt/Smut Idea "Does my being half-naked bother you?" For Lee Bodecker 😌😌
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, implied smut, pet name (sweet cheeks)
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You loved Lee. Really, you did. But damn him for constantly trying to rile you, and damn him straight to hell for being so good at it. There was just something about him that set you on fire, made you want to spend every moment with him. Forget all the responsibilities, all the obligations. When you had him, that was you ever needed.
He knew that, and he liked to take advantage of that every chance he could. Which was why he'd taken to practically strutting around the house in nothing but his boxers.
And that was beyond unfair. You'd told him the night before that you had planned to spend Saturday catching up on chores—chores he made you neglect by picking you up and throwing you into bed like you were a little rag doll before having his way with you until you couldn't even think straight. And he'd even agreed to find something to keep himself busy while you got the house in order.
Turns out the two of you had very different ideas of what "keeping himself busy" entailed.
He'd been on your heels the entire morning, taking care to brush up against every. single. chance. he. had. It was funny the first few times, giggling and indulging in his affection. But the more he did it, the more he got in your way while you were cleaning, the more annoyed you got.
And, as you transferring a load of clothes to the dryer, the bastard had the audacity to ask, "Does my being half-naked bother you?"
You scoffed as you turned. "Usually? No. But right now? You bet your ass it does."
"Oh, is that so?" he chuckled, tugging you against him as the dryer started to rumble. "Cause I don't think that's true. Think you like this more than you wanna admit."
"Lee, I just wanna finish the chores."
"What's there left to do? Just gotta fold those clothes when they're done, and we got plenty of time before that," he reasoned, peppering kisses down the back of your neck. "C'mon, sweet cheeks, lemme have a lil fun."
He spun you around, before lifting you up and onto the washer. "Fine," you said, "but you better make it worth my while."
He was already tugging at you pants, mumbling, "Oh, sweet cheeks, you already know you're gonna be more than happy by the time I'm done with you."
