i wrote a smutshot of makeup sex cause i miss my bf

we didn't argue i just wanted to write makeup sex

John

"I didn't love her, you know." I turn from my desk to see Alex in the doorway, leaning against the frame, somehow looking sexy even though I wish he would just leave my life and never come back.

"Is that supposed to make me feel something?" I say back, my voice sounding cold and unwilling.

"We had never confirmed 'us'. I was drunk. It was just sex." I stared at my roommate as he said the three sentences carefully. I had banished him from the room, I didn't want to be near him.

I know they sound like excuses but to him they're apologies.

I hate that I know him that well, I hate that he could do that to me, do all the things he's done with me with someone else.

He could do that after all the late night talks, the sly kisses, the way he stared into my eyes as if he was watching something in it, the notes, the smiles, the falling asleep in each other's arms, the way he held onto me when we made love.

All of that and he could still do that to me.

I thought it was obvious enough that me and him were us.

Maybe I just wasn't clear enough.

"I thought I told you not to speak to me." I stand up, slowly walking over to him to shut the door and lock him out.

His words become desperate, with every step I take he says more, faster and faster to try and change my mind. "She came onto me, I didn't even say yes at first, I didn't like it because it's better with you." He babbles.

He doesn't apologise, Alex has never said sorry. Instead, he tells you why he's sorry.

"I didn't mean it, I shouldn't have done it, I thought about you the whole time, I fucked up, I did that to you while you were waiting for me, I did that to you while we had done everything, I lied to you," His words are frantic, tripping over each other, desperate to get every single apology out, to hear everything he has to say before I shut him out. "I shouldn't have, I fucked up, please John, I love you."

Those 3 words make me freeze, my hand on the door.

The tears welling in his eyes start to spill down his cheeks.

He stares up at me, and slowly places his hands on my chest, stretching up to me.

"Kiss me." He whispers. He stares into my eyes, and I stare back, searching for any kind of feeling. "Please kiss me John."

He's not asking me to kiss him.

He's asking me to forgive him.

If I kiss him now then all is fine, but if I don't nothing will be the same.

The tears fall faster. "Please kiss me. John." His voice breaks. "Kiss me, please. Kiss me."

I haven't moved.

His resting hands grab onto my shirt, holding me tight as he gives in and moves his head, crying into my chest, sobbing. Letting himself go.

I think for a second, before moving his head with my hand, titling it upward and kissing him softly.

Alex let's go of my shirt and wraps his arms around me, pressing his body against mine.

I pull away from him, our faces still dangerously close together. After only a second he kissed me again, deeper this time. He presses further into me, and I stumble backwards, into the room.

He's moving too fast though, his fingers under my shirt, on my skin, exploring, desperately tugging at my clothes and-

I push him away, and he stumbles slightly, hiccuping.

He stares at me dejectedly.

I cup his cheek, softly, my thumb running over his skin. "Slow down. I'm not going anywhere."

He leans into my touch, resting his head in the palm of my hand, shutting his eyes.

I reach forward and rest one of my hands on his chest, and we just stay like that for a while.

Until I cant help myself and I lean in and kiss him again.

Once again he presses all of his body towards me as if he was some newborn kitten searching for heat, clutching me gently.

I slip one of my hands round the back of his head, pulling him just slightly closer to me, deepening the kiss.

He kisses me back eagerly, softly, gently, as if he was scared to mess up and lose me forever.

"I'm sorry." He whispers against my lips, barely just a whisper, I could feel the words more than I heard them, his lips brushing back against mine as he spoke, almost counting as a kiss. It's then I realise what position we're in, him on his tip-toes, his entire body pressed up against mine, craving me. Every inch of him wants me. "I'm sorry." He repeats, kissing me again, his tongue running over mine.

I fumble at the bottom of his jumper (my jumper actually), slipping my hands underneath it. His skin is warm and soft, and I can only imagine how cold my hands are.

Slowly, my fingers wander over his back, tracing patterns and dances into his skin, before I couldn't hold back and I pressed my palms against his soft skin, my hands desperate to touch and claim every part of him.

There's a small pause in our kissing as I pull the jumper over his head, and he kisses me passionately again. I touch every inch of his torso, my hands desperate for his warmth.

Alex starts pushing me back, gently at first but he soon turns desperate, pushing me down on my bed so I'm sitting, and he sits on top of me, pulling off my shirt then kissing me again.

It's as if we need to kiss, his lips need to be on mine or we'll die, he's my oxygen.

He pushes me back so I'm lying down, him on top of me, his hair falling down and teasing my face.

Some of the skin on our bodies tentatively touch, making him gasp-moan into my mouth quietly.

I kiss him desperately, craning my head up to deepen the kiss and to be closer to him.

He pulls away from me, panting, and I let my head fall back down.

Alex stares at me, cupping my cheek and messily playing with my hair as I bite my lip. After a second or two he smiles, a genuine smile.

His lips brush with mine, but only for a teasing moment, before he slips along my jawline and onto my neck.

I moan quietly as he presses kisses and hickeys onto my skin, his kisses trailing seductively downwards.

He kisses along my chest, going further and further down before he slips off my lap and kneels in between my legs.

I lift my head up to look. He kisses the bulge in my jeans before looking up at me. "Relax." He grins.

As I lie back down, his fingers fumble with my zipper, pulling off my jeans then boxers. He teases my hard dick, running his fingers over it.

I shut my eyes tight as he presses a series of messy, wet kisses along my cock, shifting and moaning softly.

I buck my hips up slightly, desperate for him to take me in his mouth. He seemed to get the message, taking some of me and beginning to bob his head.

I open my eyes and groan, biting down hard on my lip to stop myself from making any other noise.

His hands grip onto my thighs as he puts more in his mouth, his tongue seductively working wonders on me.

I shift, bucking my hips slightly. It feels so good.

He's so good at giving head.

That's one of the reasons we're together actually. We had gay tension and he blew me once, and it was so good I thought fuck, I'm not letting this be a one time thing.

Im glad I let feelings become involved though. Sure, it was messy, but worth it.

I moan again, louder than I would have liked. I feel like I'm about to cum.

My hand reaches out to grip Alex's hair, and I push my dick to the back of his throat, moaning out.

But he chokes, and gags, so I let go.

He comes up, coughing slightly.

"Sorry." I mumble, ashamed.

"I cant have you cumming just yet." He smirks, standing up now, and he had already removed the rest of his clothes, exposing his rock hard dick. "Wrong hole." He grins at me.

I shuffle so that I'm lying the right way on the bed, my legs now on it, as he climbs on top of me, straddling me.

I stare up at him as he places a hand on my chest, just simply staring at his body, slowly looking up and down, taking in every inch of him.

"What?" He asks stiffly.

"You're so pretty." I murmur.

"You're sweet." He grins, leaning down and kissing me. I kiss him back desperately.

He reaches into my bedside table, producing lube, and pulling away from me, a small string of salvia connecting our tongues.

He opens it and pours some on my dick, and I shiver and groan at how cold it is. "What about prep?" I ask tentatively.

He smirks. "Already taken care of."

(which means yes, alex did prep himself before coming to apologise to john because he wanted to seduce him into makeup sex because he knew john would take his actions more seriously than his words, keep up)

Carefully, he lines himself up with my dick, before slowly slipping me inside him. I moan, my eyes fluttering, and he shifts, biting his lip.

He rests his hands on my shoulders as he puts more of me in him, a string of moans and curses slipping past his lips.

I cant take the speed at which he's going though, and I thrust my hips up, and he shivers and groans.

I prop myself up on my elbows and lean forward to kiss him, and he kisses me back eagerly, his hands tangling and bunching my hair as he grips onto me.

With one hand, I caress his thighs, moving over his skin softly.

I break my lips away from his. "Please move baby. You're killing me."

"Sorry," He whispers, smiling then laughing softly.

I cant help but smile back at him. Everything about him is just so intoxicating.

Our lips reconnect, and he starts moving, bouncing slowly on my cock. I let out a small moan into his mouth, and he pulls my closer by my hair.

He slowly starts speeding up, bouncing faster and faster, driving me crazy. The only sound in the room is the sound of skin slapping skin and the soft moans I release into his mouth.

I try to prop myself up more, so that I'm sitting, but Alex catches on, and pushes me back, and we pull apart.

"Nuh uh baby, stay down there," He coos softly, and I gaze back at him. "Pretty baby," He smiles down at me, reconnecting our lips and I wrap my arms around him.

He starts bouncing again, kissing me fiercely yet softly, and my entire world seems to be blurring, the wires in my mind rubbing till they came undone, and everything just seemed to be him. It was all him.

I crane my neck up towards him, and thrust my hips up into him, unable to take it anymore, and he startles, moaning slightly.

He starts moving faster, getting the hint, and his lips stray from mine, and down to my neck, kissing and biting hickeys into my neck.

"Alex... I'm gonna cum." I moan softly.

"Don't. Not yet. Just a little longer." As he mutters the words he bites my ear softly, and my eyes flutter shut, unable to take it.

His hands wandered up and down my chest, the movements seemingly involuntary yet they only pleasure me more. I hold him tighter, my grip leaving small marks in his back.

Alex suddenly takes me all the way in, rubbing and grinding his ass on me, teasing me mercilessly. I open my eyes.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." I moan out, arching my back slightly.

"Please don't, not yet." He gasps, resuming his bouncing but faster, a lot faster, and his hair falls over his face.

He moans out, resting his hands on my shoulders.

Suddenly, he kisses me deeply, grabbing my face and titling it upwards. I tense my leg muscles desperately in an attempt to not come.

"Baby..." I moan into his mouth, "Please let me cum."

He moves one hand down and starts jacking himself off. "Good boy." He coos. "You can cum now."

A couple of bounces later I grip my nails into his back as I hit my high, cumming deep inside of him. He moans softly and after a few seconds he cums on my chest.

Both of us panting, he slowly slides off of me and sits on my lower stomach, catching his breath.

"Fuck..." He breathes, "We didn't use a condom."

I shake my head. "Do you want to go shower?"

"Um, not yet." He whispers, slowly adjusting and laying next to me, cuddling up to me. "Let's just stay like this for a while."

"Ok my love," I reply, kissing him on the forehead, and a small smile forms on his face. "When you're ready Ill run you a bath instead."

"Run us a bath," He corrects me.

"Yes. Us."

damn ok i wanna sleep now byeeeee