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bigtreefest · 9 days

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Why Not Both?

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: Who are you and Curtis to deny each other of anything on your special day?

Word count: 1,830

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, pussyjob, kissing, swears, mentions of eating, mentions of body hair, like…several. Just enjoy it, okay? Okay., a really nice sleepy morning with Curtis that gets a little out of hand but would you really want it to go any other way?, I’m gonna make Curtis himself and the pet names a warning on this one

A/N: SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAN!!! @brandycranby I tried to think of what one of the most indulgent things for you could possibly be after our many conversations. I hope you love this and that your special day is amazing!!💗🥳🥳🥳 extra mentions of body hair just for you😘

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

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You groaned as the sunlight hit your face, warming you through the cold air of the house. As you tried to stretch your limbs, you felt resistance from a familiar weight above and below you.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of the rumpled comforter that had been kicked towards the bottom of the bed sometime during the night, now sitting just below your waist and that of the rock on which you laid. Into your field of vision came a large hand holding something small. You blinked in an attempt to focus the rainbow color assaulting your retinas until it formed a shape: a cupcake plushie with a smiling face and a candle on top. You sleepily grinned and turned, hiding your face into the mound you were sprawled across. In fact, that firm, dense object your were on top of was Curtis’s chest, and you snorted into the space between his pecs where you had tucked your nose.

You felt your head bounce and rumble from his laugh and the sound of his deep, scratchy morning voice. “Happy birthday, Biscuit. I hope it’s a sweet one.”

You playfully groaned, bringing one hand up by your head on his chest, the other haphazardly reaching and searching for his face, fingertips bumping his shoulder and chin on the way to his rough cheek, eliciting near giggles from your boyfriend.

Your thumb stroked his beard and you turned your head just enough so he could understand the words coming out of your squished mouth.

“I wanna push you for being so cheesy with that joke, but I think if I pull my head off your chest, I might die.”

Curtis chuckled as he combed his fingers through your hair, craning his neck to give you a kiss on the forehead. He knew how much you loved being pressed close to him, especially with how cozy and cuddly you often were in the mornings.

“Well we wouldn’t want that. Not today. We can do whatever you want, and if that’s staying in bed forever, so be it. I can cancel the special lunch reservations I made and we can try that new K-pot restaurant some other time-“

You gasped and tilted your head up to see him, still not detaching yourself from how your were latched on, his chest hair gently scratching your cheek as you looked up at his soft smile through your eyelashes you were now batting.

“Lunch, you say? K-pot….you say?”

Curtis beamed. “Yeah, but if you don’t want lunch from there, we can stay here. It’s your day.”

You furrowed your brow, and finally pushed your palms firmly into Curtis’s belly to sit up. He scooted his body up so he was leaning against the headboard and you followed, leaning in for a quick peck while you reached across him to grab the cupcake plushie.

“Thank you for this, Curtis. I love it. And I love you. But who said we have to choose, why can’t be have both?”

You sat back on your haunches, pulling the plushie closer to you and finally examining it. It was adorable, and all that you could imagine was your big, broody boyfriend carrying it up to the checkout counter at the store. Its bright, neon nature was in great contrast to the cold, dark colors he often wore, which brought an even bigger smile to your face. You reached across Curtis once again to place the plushie on the nightstand and he took that opportunity to grab your waist with both of his big hands, guiding you to sit firmly in his lap. You squealed in surprise, but settled quickly when you saw the way he looked up at you with an earnest, reverent smile. The two of you let out a sigh of content as his fingertips gently stroked up and down your sides, teasing the hem of your tank top upwards. His tongue darted out over his bottom lip at the sight but his eyes quickly looked up at you with a mischievous glint.

“Well who am I to deny you that today? We have time for whatever you want. Lunch out and then a little dessert at home?”

You leaned in, both of your hands moving to frame his face as your nose teased his and you nodded.

“Yeah. And maybe a little morning delight?”

He tilted his head to yours to press your lips together before deepening the kiss, his hands coming up to weave into your hair. Lost in the closeness, you began to grind against him, drinking in his low growl. You could feel him growing hard against your thigh. He pulled you away, panting and looking up, his eyes shifting between yours, brow furrowed in a way that concerned you.

“What? What’s wrong? You don’t wanna do this right now? Did you have something else planned? I was hoping you’d let me love on you a little before I have a food baby and meat sweats. We have time for that, right?”

He nodded, awestruck at your acute observation that only sometimes went overboard. You were everything to him and he wanted to treat you like it. “Yes, yes. We have time. It’s just… it’s your birthday. I wanted this to be about you. Let me love on you.”

His eyes shut and he threw his head back with a groan as you continued the slow movement of your hips, your hands moving to his shoulders now. His fingertips dug slightly into your plush curves a little more in an attempt to restrain himself from bucking up into you. He swallowed and took a deep breath to prepare to speak, but you gently placed your lips against his to stop him. His gaze met yours and you could see the love and want to pamper you today in his eyes.

“It’s okay. I promise, big man. This is a treat for me as much as it is for you, and I don’t know what more I can do to show you that.”

His lips simply parted in a breath and he finally acquiesced with a nod as you grinned at him.

“So is that a yes? You’ll let me have what I want on my special day?”

He guided you to rock against him with more pressure, his voice strained.

“God, yes, Sweets. Take whatever you need.”

You bit your lip and giggled, watching Curtis reach an arm out to turn the new plushie away on the nightstand so it wasn’t facing what was about to happen, your hands tracing down teasingly over his chest and abs to the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Gladly.”

Your fingers tucked underneath the elastic, not before swiping your pointer finger across his treasure trail, through the soft hair. Curtis shivered and lifted his hips as you used both of your hands to gently pull down the fabric to his mid thigh. You couldn’t move this slowly anymore, though. You needed him as desperately as he needed you, so you pulled your pajama shorts to the side and placed the center of his length between your lower lips.

Curtis could feel the way your arousal deliciously let you slide against him as he guided you along his bare length. Your hands clawed their way back up his abs and to his chest. You found your rhythm grinding against him as you let out a whine the first time his broad tip bumped your clit. You listened to the way Curtis’s breath hitched at the sensation, his soft gasps egging you on to move faster.

As you your nails dug slightly into the muscle of his pecs, your arms were pressing your boobs together, drawing Curtis’s attention, and he pulled down the neck of your tank top to expose them. He leaned his head forward and latched his mouth onto one nipple, tongue laving and teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin, hand massaging the other. You threw your head back, whining at the mixed sensations overtaking both ends of your body. He growled against you, his other hand continuing to encourage your movements that were starting to falter. His breathy praises were mumbled into your saliva-covered flesh.

“Keep going. Come on, Sweets. Are you close? You feel so good. Always so good. Please. Please come with me.”

You clenched your eyes shut and nodded fervently, hands fisting the coarse hair that laid between your fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m close. Oh, fuck, don’t stop that.”

You pushed your chest towards his face again, the back and forth movements of your hips becoming frantic as Curtis planted his feet on the bed and began to thrust to meet you. The pleasureful friction was pushing you towards your peak, as your back arched, pushing you even closer to him. The combined feeling of his tongue and beard against you, the powerful movement of his body, his little grunts and moans on your skin, and just the sheer love of the moment was enough to tip you over the edge as you keened. Your orgasm hit you like a shockwave from your clenched toes to your nose as your body jerked and your knees squeezed against his narrow hips. He released your nipple with a pop to watch you writhe in his lap: one of his favorite views.

Curtis wasn’t far behind you, especially since you reached behind your back to roll his balls in your hand, gently tugging them as he ground your overstimulated cunt on his twitching cock, his spend quickly shooting out onto his lower stomach accompanied by a deep, guttural moan. It was music to your ears and a tickle to your mind with the way you affected him.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the sight for a few moments, half zoned out from exhaustion, half mesmerized by the beauty of his firm, yet somehow soft tummy carrying the evidence of your shared pleasure.

You collapsed onto his chest, your head nuzzling into his neck as you happily and dreamily sighed.

“That was perfect, Curtis. Thank you.”

His callused fingertips were now gently caressing your bare shoulders in small circles, lulling you into a content sleep, almost.

“I should be thanking you for that.”

He checked his nonexistent watch. Before you could even register what was happening, Curtis had scooted down the bed, his buff arms easily lifting you over his face as you squealed once again in surprise at the way he could so easily manhandle you. You could feel the rough, yet pleasant scratch of his beard between your legs and the heat of his breath.

“Yeah, Biscuit. We’ve got just enough time for you to ride my face, and probably a bath. Then it’s time for me to take my best girl to lunch.”

Your hands flew to the headboard, knuckles already preemptively sore from your tight clutch as Curtis got to work celebrating you in another one of his favorite ways.

Bonus A/N: CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR CHEST HAIR 🥵😵‍💫🤤🫠

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Never Have I Ever Before

Kinkmas Day 2: Bondage

Relationship: Curtis Everett x fem!reader (timber and flower NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: Curtis would let you do anything to him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, teasing, striptease, shibari, creampie, ‘just the tip’, pussyjob) established relationship, furniture breaking with sexy activities, Curtis is a giant (literally) softie, almost no plot, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love them! Their dynamic is so fun and Curtis is so smitten I can’t stand it. They are precious 🥰

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“Flower… baby…” Curtis grunted when he tried to yank his arms free so he could run his hands over your curves, but they stayed where they were above his head in spite of his efforts and he just grunted in frustration. “Where the hell did you learn to tie knots like this?”

“Girl Scouts.” You giggled and bit your lip when he wiggled underneath you again, running your hands over his torso and admiring the pattern of the ropes over his yummy muscles before you started grinding your lace covered pussy over his bare cock again. “Stop being so wiggly, it’s not like I’m just gonna tease you all night.”

“Uh-huh.” He groaned when you cupped your breasts in the exact way he had been hoping to, trying to drive his hips up so he could finally be inside you. “You say this after you spent thirty minutes tying me up, then another half hour dancing around in nothing but my flannel and those fucking panties while you took pictures of me, so excuse me for getting a little impatient.”

“Very impatient.” You winked at him before slowly starting to unbutton the extra large shirt, wiggling your hips while it slid down your shoulders as you watched his eyes grow darker. “Hungry boy.”

“Don’t think I’m the only one who’s hungry, little girl.” Curtis managed to rock his hips up just a bit and grinned when he felt his cock nudge against your clothed cunt. “Know that pussy drools for me when she’s all empty like this, how can you keep her deprived, flower? Isn’t she aching so bad?”

“I’m in charge right now, timber, don’t be sneaky.” You slapped his cheek playfully and squeaked out a laugh when he blinked rapidly with a slightly shocked look on his face. “Just relax.”

He fucking couldn’t. Not when you squeezed his pecs and pinched his nipples while you rubbed the soaked lace of your panties over his throbbing dick and gave him that coquettish look. God, you were fucking cute even when you were driving him insane, the way your nose wrinkled up when you giggled again and licked your lips making his heart feel like it was about to burst out of his chest.

You heard him whimper and your entire body shivered, your fingers curling around the ropes that were wrapped around his chest and gripping them tight while you started rolling your body faster. Having your giant tree of a man completely at your mercy was perhaps the most incredible feeling you’d ever had, especially when he got all flushed and breathless and you could see the way his muscles were bulging as he struggled against his bindings. He was beautiful and unbelievably soft and yours, just yours. You needed to ruin him.

“Mmmm, my timber.” You purred when you curled over him and nibbled on his chest, growling softly when you felt his cock jump where you had it pinned between against his abs and peeking at him through your lashes while you reached between the two of you. “Maybe just the tip.”

“Shit, baby girl…” Curtis hissed when you shoved your panties to the side and slipped his fat head inside you, straining his neck as he tried to at least kiss the top of your head when you immediately clenched around him. “You’re gonna drive me fucking insane.”

“Good, that’s what I want.” You slowly circled your hips and hummed when you leaned up to suck at the underside of his jaw, feeling his throat vibrate when he whined for you as your pussy squeezed and fluttered around him. “It’s only fair, since I’m crazy for you.”

“That so? Ah, Jesus!” He tried to slide into you further when you pulled off him slightly, grinding his teeth when his tip was finally back in your sticky, wet warmth and letting out tortured breaths through his nose as he held back. “Baby, I need more, please.”

“More? You want me to take every inch of your fat cock, timber?” You nibbled on his chin and smiled when he groaned and nodded for you, squeezing his hips with your knees and pulling on the ropes so the braided silk rubbed smoothly over his torso. “Maybe I will, but first I want you to come inside me so you can fuck it deep where it belongs.”

Yeah, you were going to kill him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As soon as he felt your pussy shudder and gush all over his dick he came with a bitten off shout, his back arching off the bed and a sharp crack breaking through the air in your bedroom as he fell apart for you. Curtis wasn’t even aware of what was happening except for the fact that pleasure was exploding from the base of his spine, his vision whiting out and his whole body shaking while his cum filled you to the brim and leaked out of you to stain his hips as he dragged in tortured breaths.

When he came to you were shaking with laughter while your face was buried in his chest, his cock fully sheathed inside you and his arms wrapped around you even though the center of your headboard was still bound to wrists. That would explain the loud crack, and why it seemed like the head of your bed was slightly lower than the rest of it.

“Umm, hmmm.” Curtis bit his lip and chuckled when you peeked back up at him and your eyes were filled with tears of mirth, trying to get his wrists undone and still failing. “I would apologize, but I seem to remember warning you this was a possibility.”

“You did, but I thought you and Ari were exaggerating.” You squeaked when he sat up suddenly and pecked you on the nose, lifting his arms so he could rest them between the two of you while you undid your knots. “Who actually breaks a bed during sex?”

“Me! I told you.” He couldn’t stop giving you little kisses while you worked, nuzzling your cheeks and sucking on your lips even when you rolled your eyes at him. “And not just beds, this is why I told you we need to reinforce all of your furniture.”

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