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It still feels surreal to him; almost fictitious, like some fairytale dream that he didn’t want to wake up from. But it’s the annoying sound of his alarm clock reminding him that he needed to get up if he wanted to make it in time for his first morning class of the day, that has him stirring awake — rousing from what had been a peaceful night’s slumber.
Shawn groans softly, rubbing a hand over his lidded eyes as he blinked through the fogged bleariness until his vision cleared. He glances down, looking at the slender curve of her back as she laid beside him. Her body rose and deflated with each evened breath that passed through her lips, her microbraids pooled across the pillowcase, almost like a halo, the bedsheets were strewn around her waist.
He smiles as he stared at the back of her head; immediately retracted in last night’s memory. Ever since Rachel moved out, Shawn’s found himself occupying the space in Angela’s bed rather than in his own. When it was the three of them cohabiting — Shawn felt restricted on what he could do with Angela; even with Rachel’s constant reassurances that she didn’t mind, it still felt oddly weird trying to make out (and more) with Angela knowing that Rachel was only a room away.
That’s why he was admittedly glad when she offered them the apartment. Though they were nowhere near marital life like Cory and Topanga, living together gave him some semblance of what it could be like.
Whenever he came home from class, she was always there to greet him with a kiss on the lips or a hand on his shoulder as she inquired about his day. They’d do their assignments, watch a few movies, eat dinner (whether it’s takeout or if homemade food if she wasn’t roo tired), shower then go to bed.
It was so mundane and domestic.
And Shawn loved it.
He never thought that he’d conform to the idea of settling down especially at such a young age, but being with Angela changed so much of his perspective and he realized that he wouldn’t mind having this kind of life with her. For the first time in so long, he feels stability in his relationship and the home that they’ve turned this into.
He leans over, pressing a kiss against her shoulder before turning away to make his stealth escape but the moment his hand slides off of her waist she’s stirring awake.
(And he finds it hilarious that she didn’t wake up when the noisiness of his alarm went off but the moment he attempts to climb out of bed she’s fully alert.)
“Shawn?” She murmurs, drowsily, mewling softly as she stretched her body. She turns around, shifting on top of the mattress so that they’re laid face-to-face. There’s a soft smile that adorns her face when she looks at him; it’s the same smile that she’s given him since the day that they first met — the same one, that even after three years of dating, made him melt. “What time is it?” She asks, her eyes wandering over his shoulder to look at the round alarm clock that’s perched on his nightstand, reading 7:15AM.
“Way too early,” He murmurs, proffering his hand outwardly towards her for comfort. She scoots over, snuggling herself against his chest until she’s shrouded in his embrace. He sighs, the gesture soft full of content as his hands brush against her backside.
Her head tucks beneath his chin, her legs strewn haphazardly within his. There’s a brisk chill that lingers throughout the room that has her shivering beneath his touch; he presses himself closer, so she’s enveloped in the warmth of his body’s heat. He feels the curve of her lips turn upward as she smiles against his skin.
“Wish we could stay like this all day,” She murmurs, her body shivering again when Shawn slides a hand underneath the hemline of her (his) shirt and brushes it against her hipbone. She mewls softly at his touch.
“I’m willing to skip class,” He whispers, voice muffled against her skin as he imprinted chaste kisses along her neck and chest. She giggles, reaching a hand up to brush through his hair. “I used to skip Feeny’s classes all the time in high school,”
“As tempting as that sounds…” She sighs softly, eyelashes fluttering against her high cheekbones when she feels his mouth suck vigorously at her neck to the point where she knows she’ll have visible hickies on it later.
“You were saying?” He murmurs, smirking impishly against her neck; knowing that any resolve that she had was suddenly beginning to crumble at his onslaught. She huffs, shaking her head as she tugged at the tufts of Shawn’s hair and leveled their mouths so that she’s able to kiss him.
He decimates the barrier of space between them, nudging his face forward so that he’s catching her lips within his. It’s a slow and sensual kiss — her lips are deliciously soft and the way her fingers are scratching against his scalp has him deepening the kiss with vigor, brushing his nose against hers as he parts his mouth wider and slides his tongue against hers.
His hand slides up further, soft in his caress, brushing underneath the cupping of her breast. “Shawn,” She mewls, breathlessly, when he bites on her lower lip and catches it between the grip of his teeth.
“Yeah, baby?”
She keens, tucking her hands beneath his armpits as she tugs and hefts him up so that he’s sprawled out on top of her body. He nudges his knee between her thighs, swallowing down her trembling breath when she whimpers at the friction that coils in her stomach.
It’s moments like this that he loves, the sequestered privacy that they’ve been given of living together that they previously didn’t have when they were living with Rachel or Cory and Topanga. This profound cohabitation has allowed them to explore their sexuality, giving them a chance to trespass the boundaries of their relationship that they were too scared to tread past before, that they now revel in.
Angela’s body arches as she undulates her hips, it’s a delicious friction that tugs in her stomach as she stimulation heightens and there’s a stickiness pooling in the gusset of her underwear. She bites on her lower lip, continuing the salacious grind of her hips against his knee. Shawn lowers his hand to her thigh, slipping it beneath the hem as his fingers hurriedly tug her underwear off.
She whimpers, loud and high, body nearly levitating off of the bed in her arch when he slides a finger against her sticky folds. “So wet,” He marvels, feeling her slick arousal drenching his finger until it’s soaked. Angela cants her hips, thrusting against the thickness as he slides in another finger, teasing the sensitivity of her clit.
The sound of his fingers deftly maneuvering through her wetness ricocheted throughout the room. He feels a tight clench of her cunt as she swelled around his fingers, “Baby,” She keens, breathless as she feels her stomach coil at the ascension of her orgasm. Shawn pecks her lips, indulging in the tease as he murmured soft praises against her mouth.
It’s when her hands are gripping the sheets, brows are furrowing, teeth are biting down roughly on her lower lip and breathing quickens as a high whine of “Shawn!” and her cunt convulsing around his fingers that he knows she’s finally cum. He smirks impishly against her kiss lips, still rubbing against her swollen clit.
“That was quick,”
She huffs a laugh, biting back another groan as a breath catches in her throat. “Oh, God,” Her head falls against the pillow as she rolls her hips. Shawn kisses her filthily, extracting his arousal soaked fingers from inside of her. She whimpers in protest and he can feel her mouth begin to part to beseechingly ask why he’d stopped the ministrations, but her complaint is swallowed down with a loud sigh when he tugs his briefs down and slides inside of her.
He barricaded through her wetness, feeling the welcoming flutter of her cunt as she stretched accommodatingly around the girth of him. Shawn groans, resting his forehead against hers as he stilled for a moment’s adjustment. Angela’s eyelashes flutter softly in content, her hand brushes against the back of his neck as she holds him against her.
“Yeah?” Shawn asks breathily, looking up at her underneath the lengthy curls of his lashes.
Angela nods, sliding her hand from around his neck so that she’s able to reach down and tug her shirt off of her body, leaving her naked and lithe beneath him. Shawn’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight of her cunt swallowing his cock; it’s only a few inches and the tip of him buried inside of her — but it’s such a mesmerizing sight of their conjoined pelvises and how she takes him so fittingly.
He remembers a few years ago of being scared of sex; because of the emotional attachment that came along with it and his own personal preference of wanting his first official time to be with someone that he loves. And that’s what it’s been like every time that he makes love to Angela, even with their quickies, it’s never bereft of any emotional attachment.
Shawn lowers himself so that he’s angled a bit better to where they’re completely aligned. He rests the weight of his body on his elbows as he sprawled himself out on top of her. He reaches a hand down and slides it beneath Angela’s thigh as he hefts her leg over his waist so that he’s seated in between her thighs.
Shawn bites on his lip as he briefly breaks eye contact with her so that he’s heeding his movements. He withdraws, pulling himself out of her a few inches, feeling her wetness messily drench him in his extraction. Then, in one unhurried motion, he’s undulating his hips and thrusting back inside of her.
“Jesus,” He murmurs, shaking, overwhelmed by the tightness that he delves back into. Her cunt gapes and stretches around the shape of his cock; pulling him back in until he’s buried at the hilt. Angela moans, brushing her hands through his hair as he falls helplessly against her shoulder. “Fucking love you so much, baby,” He whispers, soft and airy against her skin, his lips pecking delicate kisses to solidify the declaration.
He rolls his hips against hers, lingering there for a bit as the tip of him brushes against her g-spot. Angela chokes back a sob, “I love you, too,” She’s still sensitive and swollen, already on the precipice of her second orgasm.
Shawn kisses her skin, biting back guttural grunts as he fucks himself into her in slow thrusts. The mattress squeaks a bit beneath their weight, the headboard knocks repeatedly against the wall. “We’re going to get another noise complaint,” She giggles, feeling the reverberations of Shawn’s accompanied laughter.
“‘S worth it when you feel this good,” He compliments, thrusting his hips with fervor.
Angela smiles, tugging his head up so that she able to brush another kiss against his mouth. “Roll over,” She avers, holding her arms around his shoulders as he’s immediately docile of her wishes and rolls them over so that she’s straddling him. She looked like a vision; fucking gorgeous.
Beautiful skin sheened in perspiration, tits sitting high on her chest with her nipples erected, light stretch marks decorated on her hips, pussy glistening and swollen from his intrusion. She adjusts her perch, moaning at the feeling of him still curled inside of her.
She bites on her lip, leveling her hands on his chest as she slowly rises off of him. “Mmm,” She’s reclaiming him; stretching herself open with the thickness of his cock until he’s penetrating her. “I’m so close, baby,” She murmurs, increasing the gusto of her movements as she alternated between bouncing and rolling her hips against him.
“Yeah?”
She nods, gasping. “Yes,”
Shawn grips her hips, guiding her movements, meeting her thrust for thrust. He slides one hand over her thigh, nudging it towards her cunt where he presses a thumb against it. Angela chokes on another sob, blinking through the fogginess of her vision as she mewls out a pleasurable cry. She slumps halfway on top of Shawn, never relenting in her undulating movements as she continues to fuck herself on him.
Shawn feels his balls tighten upon his release. “Ang, baby, you have to get up,” He forewarns, dangerously close to cuming.
She shakes her head, thrusting with vigor as she continues. “Inside me.” She urged, sliding her body against his in a full body roll.
“Y-Yeah?” Shawn murmurs, looking at her through his own hazy vision for confirmation.
“Yeah,” She nods, brushing a kiss against his mouth. “Cum inside of me.”
Shawn groans, his cheeks flush as he finds his release. He cums inside of Angela, their fluids mix messily and sticks against their sweaty skin. She falls forward, still shaking through her release.