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@soukokucchi,,,,,,

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Fluffy smut.

Sex, swearing.

The party had been really fun. It was a celebration for one of Morgan’s teammates who had announced his recent engagement. The girls all fussed over his now fiancées beautiful ring, the guys sipping on congratulatory beers, joking about settling down. You found Morgan on and off throughout the evening, stealing quick kisses and soft touches that turned more needy as the evening and alcohol intake progressed. Hours later you were laughing with Steph on the deck, beer in hand, looking out at the party goers who had not yet made it inside when Morgan came walking up, a soft, drunk twinkle in his eye. “Hi, Steph,” he said. “Your boyfriend took another shot of tequila and has started singing the entirety of the top 40 if you wouldn’t mind trying to shut that down.” He laughed, motioning to just inside the doors. You both followed the direction Morgan had pointed, seeing that Mitch was in fact in full karaoke mode, serenading the happy couple and numerous guests with what was surely an unforgettable performance. “Ughhhh,” Steph groaned. “Why do I love him?” She laughed, giving you a quick hug and making you promise you’d go for lunch while the boys were away on their road trip the next week before she headed inside. With the door closed behind her you turned your attention to Morgan who was still standing a few steps down from you, a grin on his face. He always had a way of making you feel so special and so loved, even with a simple, stupid look on a normal night. You knew you were so lucky to have found him and it was the best feeling in the world to know that he felt the same way. “And how’s my girl?” Morgan asked, coming closer to wrap his arms around you, reaching down for a quick kiss. “She’s good,” you answered with a smile, “She missed her boyfriend though. Would you mind finding him, she kind of wants to go home.” “And what’s she gonna do when she finds him?” His flirty tone reflected in his eyes as he kissed you again. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smirked, dragging your hands down his chest, circling your fingers into his belt loops. He locked eyes with you then, dark and needy. “Babeee” he groaned, pulling you closer. He started leaning in for yet another kiss but you stopped him. “I’m going to order an Uber. You hold that thought and go say goodbye to your friends. I’ll be in in a minute.” After goodbyes and more congratulations, the Uber had finally arrived and you and Morgan had managed to stuff yourselves into the vehicle, though you were both very ungraceful, giggling and struggling like the little drunken fools you are. As always, Morgan chatted the whole drive home with the driver about who knows what as he rested his large hand on your thigh. You barely paid attention to the conversation around you as his hand began moving higher, tracing lazy patterns up your skin, moving to bunch your dress out of the way. Ever the tease, Morgan never faltered while speaking with the driver, even when his fingers reached your now aching mound, dancing along the fabric of your underwear. Each pass of his hand had you craving him more and more, moisture pooling between your thighs, your body trying to push against his hand to find that friction you were now so desperately craving. He didn’t let on that he knew you were falling apart beside him, save of course for the twitch at the corner of his lips and the bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He continued moving his hand along the outside of your underwear, teasing you perfectly without giving you anything you needed until finally, mercilessly you had arrived home. Thanking the driver, you rushed quickly out of the vehicle, running into the house with Morgan trailing just a few steps behind you. “In a hurry, y/n?” He chuckled, catching up to you easily. “Nope!” You responded, voice tight. You pushed away from him, kicking off your shoes before heading upstairs to start getting ready for bed. You knew you were playing with fire a bit and that in no time Morgan would follow you. As suspected, you had barely made it to the bathroom sink before Morgan was behind you, pinning you to the counter with his weight. “And here I thought you wanted to finish what we started in the car..” he mused, grinding his erection into your ass. You moaned then, knowing full well you weren’t going to deny him. You ground back against him, the heat from earlier filling your belly as you felt his weight surround you. Morgan started nipping at your neck as you arched into him, his hands running along your sides until he pulled them around to your chest, large hands cupping your still clothed breasts. You whimpered as he sucked the spot on your neck he knew you loved and you could feel his smirk against your skin. “I need you.” You spoke, your voice thick and rushed as you continued to press your ass back into him. Morgan didn’t answer but pulled slightly away. You’d missed the contact instantly but felt his hands move to unzip your dress, pulling the fabric quickly over your head, throwing it haphazardly beside him. He returned to licking and sucking along your newly exposed skin, and you were about to comment on how you appreciated the slow burn but really just wanted him inside you when you felt one of his hands run along the lace band of your panties. Before you could catch your breath you felt pressure and then heard the distinct sound of ripping as the fabric pulled from your body and fell to the floor. “Shit, Mo those are expensive!” You tried to sound angry but the breathy tone of your voice and the way you gripped the counter let Morgan know that was not the case. He chuckled lowly, “It’s fine, I know you have more.” You looked up at yourself in the mirror now, naked and wanting, a deep flush evident on your skin. Morgan stood behind you fully clothed with a look of pure lust in his darkened eyes. You stared at each other for a moment, Morgan not breaking contact as his fingers took quick care of his shirt, pulling it over his own head before they fell to his belt, undoing the buckle and tugging at the zipper. With his clothingfinally removed, his hands found your aching core, pressing into your folds as he returned once again to kissing along the exposed skin in front of him. “Always so wet for me.” He murmured and you could only nod in response, your voice caught in your throat. Moments later his hands were gone, replaced swiftly with the head of his cock. Not able to wait a second longer you pushed back, pulling him to you as best you could. Getting the hint, Morgan pushed into you all the way, slowly enjoying the feeling of you wrapping around him. “Fuck, babe you have no idea how amazing you feel.” He practically growled in your ear, lowering to nip at your shoulder as he began setting a rhythm. Soon he was thrusting even harder into you as you were both lost in each other. Uncontrolled whimpers and moans fell from your lips as you both moved, in sync as always despite the amount of liquor that had been consumed and the less than ideal set up of the bathroom. You’re hands were gripped tightly to the counter tops, your knuckles white with the pressure. Morgan had hiked your left leg up onto the counter, the new angle making you feel surrounded, like he was everywhere around you, on you, in you. The sensation was so much and so good and you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of him. “Look at us, babe.” Morgan said, his low voice breaking you out of your own thoughts. Looking up into the mirror you locked eyes with him and he turned his head to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before looking back at you, never breaking rhythm. “We’re so good, fuck, you’re so good.” He mumbled. You chuckled at this as Mo always rambled about how good you were during drunk sex. You saw his smirk in the reflection and Mo chuckled himself, you both starting to laugh harder now. You’d stopped moving, him still hard inside you but you both just shook with laughter, eyes locked. “You always make fun of me, just let me love you.” Morgan smiled, his hard cock slipping from you then as he spun you around into his chest, pinning you between him and the counter. You stood on your tip toes, reaching up to give him a quick peck on the lips as his hands roamed down your body, tapping you on your hips indicating he wanted you to jump up. You obliged and he helped, practically picking you up himself before settling closer between your legs, his cock throbbing between you. You were practically eye level with him now, moving your hands to run through his hair, your right hands sliding down to cup his cheek. “I make fun of you because I love you.” You said, leaning ahead briefly to kiss the tip of his nose while you let your left hand fall down his body before wrapping your fingers around his member, guiding him back into you. He moved with you slowly now, your quick laughing fit and position change adding a different feeling to the room. Your right hand was still cupping his cheek and as you slid it down to the side of his neck he leaned forward, kissing you passionately. After 3 years together, you both could read each other’s bodies easily, sex having never been an issue in your relationship. Before long your rhythm started to shift as you both climbed closer to your respective orgasms, Mo reaching a hand down to rub your clit as he continued thrusting into you. “Cum for me baby, I want to feel you.” He mumbled against your lips. Soon you were tumbling over the edge, the consistent drag of his cock over your g-spot leaving you shaking against him. “Fuck, y/n, holy shit” he started, faltering in his movements, seeking your lips once more. He came quickly, and you moaned at the feeling of being so full. Pulling at the hairs on the back of his neck, he kissed your shoulder blade, moving onto your jaw and then lips again, clearly in no hurry to pull apart. You shifted slightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, basking in having him so close. “Don’t move.” You sighed, foreheads rested together. He chuckled lowly again, the vibrations feeling like they were moving through you. “Get cleaned up you idiot and come to bed with me.” He smiled, pulling away. You whined, reaching for him but he dodged your outstretched arms, walking to the cupboard, pulling out a clean cloth. He moved back toward you, reaching around your back to wet it in the sink before handing it to you, stepping in for another kiss before walking into the bedroom. “You’re such as asshole!” You hollered after him, a barking laugh heard echoing from the next room. You hopped off the counter and after cleaning yourself up moved into the bedroom to join Morgan. He had thrown on a pair of boxers and was crawling into his side as you came into sight, looking up to smile at you as he pat the spot beside him, beckoning you over. You reached to grab one of Morgan’s t-shirts from the chair in the corner, pulling it over your head before sliding in next to Mo, resting your head on his chest, throwing a leg over his. He kissed the top of your head as you drew circles on his chest. You both laid there in comfortable silence for a while until Mo’s sleepy voice broke through. “I do love you, you know. So much.” “I know, baby” you answered, “I love you, too. So much.”

We hit 600!!

I know this isn’t a big milestone to some, but it is for me! <3

I started this blog with the intention of saving fics that I really loved w/o going on ao3 all the time and figured if someone saw these recommended fics they might love them as much as me. I know how hard it is to find good b!l fics since the majority of Larry fics are b!h, so I hoped I at least helped someone. I was shocked at even getting one follower, so thank you so much for 600!

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Kay so i’m off to bed but first I need to thank e v e r y o n e who I talked to today.

Even if we exchanged just one message

Your patience and kindness and selflessness has helped me get through this shitty day of nosebleeds and achy muscles

You’re all amazing 💜💜

Also, fic tomorrow! See you all laterr 💜💜💜