Hard To Love

Waffles

A/N

Hey, y'all.

I know it's been a minute, but I promise I'm back now. Glad to be back, too! I still can't believe y'all actually like this. When I first started it, I never thought I'd have over 8k reads on it. I dreamed of having at least 100. So, from the bottom of my emo heart, thank you.

-xoxo, Nessa

P.S., Smut

Y/N POV

I've never been more content in my life. 

Being in such a wonderful place with the love of my life has definitely brought back a lot of happiness that I had lost due to the accident. It's also made me realize how lucky I am to have what I do. 

I may not have my baby, but I still have Gee. Losing him would have been the worst possible pain imaginable. I have an amazing career with people I consider my best friends, wonderful fans, and the best husband I could ever ask for.

"I love you." I spoke softly as we laid in bed, our naked bodies completely entangled in each other. Our night clearly didn't consist of just sleeping.

"I love you more." He whispered into my hair, pressing his soft lips to my forehead directly after. "But we should probably get up, we need to eat breakfast."

"I don't wanna." I pouted.

"If you get up and eat with me, I'll give you another special surprise later." He winked.

"Mmmm, just like the five special surprises last night?" I grinned.

"Six." He smirked as he corrected me. "But yes."

"Fine, but only if you make it seven tonight." I untangled myself from him and sat up, stretching as I did. "What are you making me?"

"Waffles?"

"Waffles!" I shot out of bed and ran to the kitchen, where I sat patiently waiting for his slow-ass. I loved waffles, but the waffles he made were the fucking bomb.

"I'm so glad this place is heated, otherwise us walking around naked would suck." He chuckled as he finally entered the kitchen.

"I like how you put the heating before the privacy. Who cares if people see us naked? Just need heat." I teased.

"Oh, hush." He  mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Make me." I bit my lip while he stared at me. He was clearly tempted, but he didn't want to give in.

"After waffles." He responded. I pouted as he turned around and began making breakfast, though at the same time I couldn't really complain. The view was pretty nice. "I know you're staring at my butt."

"I am not!" I exclaimed. 

"Babe, I can see your reflection in the microwave." 

Well shit.

"I wasn't staring, I was simply observing." He shook his head as he laughed in response. "What can I say, I like my husband's butt. Sue me."

"It's okay, I like your butt too." He stated as he put two waffles onto each plate. "Can you get the butter and syrup?"

"Yep!" I rose from my seat and walked past him towards the refrigerator, only to feel his hand smack my ass. "You literally are a pain in the ass."

"No, I'm the cause of the pain on your ass. I'm not in your ass." He pointed out.

"It's really hard to love you sometimes." I sassed. 

"Wow, I make you waffles and this is the thanks I get?" He dramatically asked, acting as if he were actually hurt by my words.

"I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?" I set the butter and syrup on the counter next to our plates, then turned to face him.

"You have to kiss the cook." He said as he gave a cheeky grin.

"Fine." I groaned jokingly as I lifted my arms up to his shoulders. "But only one, then waffles."

"Only one. Got it." He whispered while rested his hands on my hips. I leaned up to kiss him, and as soon as our lips connected, I knew it wouldn't result in waffles any time soon. 

He pulled me as close to him as possible with one hand while running the other up and down my body, sending shivers all throughout it. The gentle kiss became more rough and needy as time went on, and although I wanted food, I found myself more hungry for him.

I noticed he felt the same, for mere seconds later, he picked me up and sat me down on the large island. His kisses, that started at my lips, began to travel. Before traveling father down my body, he made sure to leave love bites on both sides of my neck, marking me as his. He knew I was his no matter what though.

The love bites didn't stop at my neck. As he made his way farther and farther down, he left more on me. I knew there had to be several littering my chest and stomach, not that I minded. The rough kisses and bites turned softer as he made it to my thighs, where he left very light kisses before pushing my legs apart.

My breathing picked up as he moved up from my inner thighs, kisses turning into soft swirling of his tongue. The movement quickened, causing me to moan loudly.

"Fuck." I whimpered as his pace continued to speed up. "Fuck, G-Gee, please."

He refused to stop until I reached my climax, but as soon as I did, he was sweeping me off of the kitchen island and taking me back to our bedroom. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me hungrily as he lined up and pounded into me.

"Oh, fuck." He moaned. I felt my body wanting to come undone again as he continued to thrust into me. I gave in and let go once again, which only made him go faster and harder.

"I fucking love you." I moaned out.

"I l-love you too. Fuck." He groaned loudly as his moves became sloppy. "Fuck!"

I kissed and bit his neck as he reached his high, then left soft kisses on his lips - which he returned - as he pulled out of me. We were both left panting messes as he rolled off of me. 

"God, I fucking love you." He said through ragged breaths.

"I fucking love you more." I replied. "But babe."

"Yeah?" 

"Our waffles are probably cold now." I frowned.

"Well, there's a microwave for a reason."