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MA7 - sweet nothings

I felt like feeding you guys xx
Btw I wrote this like before my birthday so FEBRUARY.

Promt: none

Warnings: kinda smut but mostly after care and sad boi hours

Our chests rose and fell harshly against each other as my boyfriend Marcus fell heavy into my arms, caging me in on his bed.
His body shook under my hands as I kissed his temple softly.
I gave him a moment to stop shaking as his body tensed and relaxed multiple times, his throat bobbing on my shoulder as he tried to calm himself down.

"Marcus..?"
I asked quietly, hearing him take a couple of shaky breaths as he tensed up again, hearing my voice in his ears.

"I'm not mad baby I just wanna look after you."
I whispered, my hand tracing shapes on his shoulders as I tried to relax my legs.
An almost inaudible hum tumbled from him as he buried his head further into my neck and whimpered, hissing through his teeth as I moved my hips slightly to drop my legs from around his waist.

"Are you sensitive, Kiwi?"
A confirming nod made me run my hands up into his hair, thumbing comforting strokes from his ear to his hairline as I felt a small tear hit my shoulder, rolling off me and leaving a small wet patch under my shoulder.

"We can't stay in this position, I need you to move baby."
His soft tears turned to sobs while he tried to take deep breaths.
My worry grew but I did my best to remain calm for him as I could.
My hands found his shoulders and gave him a slight push-up.

"Come on Kiwi, help me here."
I whimpered as he tipped his shoulders back, sitting on his knees and pulling out of me rather quickly, making me whimper at the feeling.
I sat up quickly, catching his broad chest in my hands as he went to fall forward.
A small smile was given to me through his tears as I laid him back down on the covers.

"Don't move okay? I'm gonna get you a washcloth."
I told him, pulling on my underwear and a hoodie that rested on my hips from the wardrobe and marching to the bathroom, our stash of cloths under the sink.
I let warm water run on it for a moment, watching the water spray and hit the edges of the sink.
I wring it out after a moment and turn the tap off, making sure the cloth isn't too hot on my arm.
Making my way back into the room I settle between his thighs, cleaning his knees upwards.

"Is this too hot? Do I need to be gentler?"

"No, you're doing fine, thanks love."
He whispered, pushing a loose curl behind my ear and giving me a hooded eye, fucked out a smile.
I gave him a worried half-smile and continued slowly cleaning up his legs, being careful while he was shaking under my touch.

"I appreciate you looking after me."
He muttered, biting his lip in embarrassment while he pushed his hands into his hair, flexing his thigh muscles under my hands as I wiped down his lower stomach.
I folded over the cloth to a clean, non-sticky side to continue washing him down.

"You don't have to, it should be expected and don't ever think I won't. If you need my help, I will help you."
I responded in a firm tone as he wiped his cheeks and sniffled slightly, shuffling on the spot to get more comfortable.
I smiled, kissing his hip softly while he looked back down at me.
His face changed to a happier one as I laced loving kisses all over his stomach and hips in a playful manner.

"Thank you. Thank you, most people wouldn't look after me like that."
He whispered, his lip quivering again while I sat up on my knees, looking down at him.

"Will you shut up already!"
We laughed together for a moment while I gradually got up to grab him some clothes.