fall for me - jschlatt x reader

lazy day

"mm, im sure ya can, sweetheart," he mumbled back, pressing his lips onto yours.

you internally whined for a second when he pulled away, missing the contact immediately. you didn't have to pout for long, though, because in an instant his lips were on yours again.

this time, much more rough. he slipped out of his chair, picking you up and walking you over to your couch without removing his lips from your own.

he pulled away for a second to place you onto the couch before tugging his shirt off, tossing it on the floor somewhere. you met him halfway when he went in for another kiss, running your hands through his hair.

-time skip (i cant write smut to save my life lol)-

        schlatt fell asleep, his head laid heavily on your chest and your legs tangled together. you played with his hair and softly stroked his back, rubbing at the red marks.

he was snoring gently, and at some point chief had curled up at his feet, also fast asleep. bullet was in his crate, probably chewing some toy or something.

"jay? i have to use the bathroom," you whispered to him, not wanting to move from your comfortable position. he nodded and rolled off of you, wrapping his arm around a nearby pillow.

you walked into your bathroom and locked the door, moving in front of your mirror and inspecting your skin. your neck was littered with hickeys, and there was a small bite mark on your shoulder.

when you turned to look at your back, you saw ten little imprints, five on either side of your hips. they were already starting to bruise, turning a dark purple. there were other hickeys and marks here and there, but those were the main ones.

you were impressed. he was really into marking you, and you didn't mind. it made you feel good, like you were his and his only. which you were.

you quickly washed your face and dried it off, leaving the bathroom to go to back to the couch. when you got there, you bent over to grab the shirt that schlatt was wearing earlier. you slipped into it, grinning as it reached mid-thigh. it paid off to have a 6'3 boyfriend.

schlatt mumbled into the pillow he had his face buried in, his words incoherent. you tilted your head.

"i didn't catch that," you said, watching as he turned his head to look over at you. he had a sleepy smile, eyes half-lidded and dropping closed by the second. his voice was raspy and deep when he spoke.

"just said to come back," he repeated for you, rolling onto his back, his chest exposed. schlatt had pulled the blanket that sat on your couch over you and him at some point earlier, so his mid stomach and down was covered by it.

you stared for a second, admiring him. he really was a pretty man. his hair flopped perfectly imperfect on his face, a result of you running your hands through it and tugging it over and over again.

that thought made blood rush to your cheeks, your face feeling hot. schlatt locked eyes with you, wetting his lips with his tongue before extending his arm, motioning for you to come closer.

you obliged, moving close enough for him to reach your thigh and pull you on top of him. schlatt sighed in content, placing both of his hands behind his head and allowing you to curl up rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

it was steady, and really nice to focus on. you thought back to the last time you zeroed in on his heartbeat, it was when you had that panic attack. remembering that feeling made your heart pick up speed, but you forced it away and instead just listened again to schlatt's breathing.