with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks [a.m-r.]
ally mayfair-richards x fem!reader
requested: [edited] HI HI HI HI!!!! can you please write something with ally? maybe like with ally being the reader’s first serious relationship? [ @billiedeansbottom ]
disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature
gifs belongs to @likeafantasy
“Alright, I’d say as fun as this is…it’s definitely time for bed.” Ally stood to hover above both you and Oz, letting her homemade princess crown hang sloppily from her head. Oz began to protest at her announcement almost immediately, his lip jutting out into a lazy pout.
“But mooommmm…” he whined, latching onto you as if he was already being hauled away to his bedroom. “I want her to stay!” His pout became bigger, as he wrapped his hand around yours.
Ally bit back a laugh, glancing between the two of you as you mimicked the young boy’s facial expressions. “Yeah, he wants me to stayyyy.” You teased as you batted your eyelashes at her.
The brunette rolled her eyes at your antics, “Then she may stay but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s bedtime, little one.” She scooped him into her arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He looked up at at her, “Can y/n put me to bed tonight?” He questioned sheepishly with his eyes darting between you and his mother. Ally smiled down at him, nodding softly as she set him into his feet.
“Yes. But, first, go brush your teeth.” She ruffled his hair as he scampered off, grin plastered on his face as he trotted up the stairs.
“You’re so good with him.” Ally mumbled to you, pulling you into her and pressing her lips to your cheek. You laughed, “I think you’re forgetting I was technically his babysitter in the first place.” She shook her head, smile tugging at her lips.
“Maybe, but he loves you nevertheless. But it’s not like I can blame him. There’s a lot of love for you in this house.” You connected your lips to hers, hands traveling into her hair.
You pulled away as Oz yelled for you, pressing one last peck onto her lips before following Oz’s voice upstairs.
You met him half way and carried him to bed before placing him between the warmth of his blankets. He looked up at you once he was settled, “Are you going to marry my mom?” He asked, nearly making you choke on the air in your lungs.
“We’ll talk about that later.” You blushed, pulling the blankets over him. He grinned excitedly as you took his glasses from his face, “Then you could stay over all the time!” You nodded an answer, kissing him on the top of his head.
“Yes I could, now get some sleep.” You stood and pressed his stuffed animal into his side before moving away from the bed.
“Goodnight, King Oz.” You mumbled from Oz’s bedroom door way, curtsying with your imaginary skirt. He erupted in giggles, mumbling his goodnight before pulling the blanket to his shoulders.
You clicked the light off and closed the door softly. When you were sure it was closed you turned to meet Ally, who was standing at the top of the stairs with a soft smile on her lips. You grinned and acknowledged her, “Senator.”
Her eyes shifted to Oz’s closed bedroom door and then to you, her tongue peaking out to wet her lips. She motioned towards her room and flashed a teasing smirk before disappearing behind its open door.
“Ally?” You whispered softly into the dark room, tiptoeing in sock-covered feet over the hard-wood flooring.
It was quiet, no response to your question as you heard her door click closed behind you. You spun around, nearly blinded by the pure darkeness.
And before your eyes had time to adjust, her hands were gripping softly onto your hips and pulling you against her chest. Her scent filled your nose, filling your lungs with the smell of vanilla and strawberries.
You squealed, a joyous laugh tumbling from your lips as she pressed kissed along your jawline. “Sweetheart,” she mumbled against your skin. She finally landed on your lips, her nails digging into your skin.
You mumbled her name against her mouth, hands clutching tightly at the hair on the back of her head. She deepened the kiss, tongue probing into your mouth as her back softly landed on the bed.
When she finally did pull away her eyes were alluminated solely by the moon radiating in from the window. You smiled down at her, adjusting your knees at either side of your hips.
“I’m so in love with you.” She mumbled, her hands sliding beneath your t-shirt to press light to inches against the skin of your stomach. You smiled in return, “I’m in love with you.”