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Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You | Brian Craigen

Warning; This Fic contains smut and unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it yall! Enjoy.

They were a walking cliche. Always have been. From the ages of 7 to now 22, they were always polar opposites. Which is why they worked so well together. 

Brian walked around the halls of their high school with a leather jacket, ripped black skinny jeans, dirty white t-shirt, and a busted lip or black eye. He smoked cigarettes and drank too much. He almost never attended class, he really only ever showed up to school to make sure no one ever messed with his Anna. 

Susanna, named after her grandma, started going by Anna when she met Brian in second grade. He’d told her that Susanna was an old lady name and promptly started calling her Anna, saying it was ‘much prettier.’ 

Anna is a fair skin wild-child. She was stick thin as a young child, but as they grew she suddenly thickened out, and filled nicely into a curvy body. Her dark blonde hair sometimes looks a bit reddish in the sun, and the freckles on her nose gave her such an innocent look when paired with her big brown doe eyes. 

She’s Brian’s weakness. Always has been. He’s been head over punches for her since the day he met her. He’d pushed her down on the playground and when she skinned her knee and started crying softly, his bad boy facade fell. He’d walked her to the school nurse and sat with her, holding her hand, as they cleaned the dirty muddy scrape and bandaged her up. 

“Please Brian?” She asks with a pout, blinking her eyes at him in a way where he can’t refuse. 

“Sweetie, I don’t want you to get hurt.” He caresses the side of her face. 

“But,” She sticks her bottom lip out. “I just wanna try.” 

He sighs, hanging his head because man she really knows how to get what she wants. 

“We’ll take the backroads, the last mile is all yours okay?” He offers, holding his hand out. 

“Okay!” She grins, taking his offered hand to swing her leg over the seat of his motorcycle. 

He looks back, getting a small glimpse of her creamy thigh. She’s always wearing these short sundresses now, and they love to make his mind wander into the gutter. He reaches back when she’s settled up nicely against his back. He can feel her breasts pushed up against him, and he can tell she’s not wearing a bra today. 

His hand lands on her left thigh, and he slips his fingertips under the hem of her skirt for a minute. Biting his lip he lightly scratches his fingers down her leg and he can hear the intake of her breath in his ear. 

That only revs his engine further. He knows he just promised to let her drive the last mile home, but he doesn’t know if he’s gonna have the patience to let her. He was barely able to handle watching her walk into her college lecture when he dropped her off earlier.

He makes the decision to break his promise when she holds his waist tighter on a curve, and when she squeezes her thighs against his. She’s warm, and squishy, and he can’t wait. 

He takes a sharp left to take them down the road to his place, and she whines in his ear. That alone almost makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

“You promised.” She loosens her grip on his waist. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He yells so she can hear him, dropping his right hand from the handlebar to rest on her hands.

He pulls the bike up into the driveway of his own little run down house. It’s nothing special, just a workshop with a bedroom and bathroom attached. It was his Grandpa’s, and when he passed he took it before the rest of the family could sell it. 

When he turns the bike off they sit for a moment, he doesn’t move. He does in fact smirk though when Anna clutches his shirt. The bike’s vibration does rile her up. His hand that’s still on hers pushes them down, just so she can feel that he’s riled up too. His left hand goes back to her thigh, this time caressing it. 

“Please.” She whimpers. He can’t handle it, he gets up off the bike and turns to her in a flash. Her cheeks are flushed red, lips a bright pink, hair messy. Her legs seem to be shaky already, so he crouches down and lifts her easily into his arms. 

Her legs wrap around his waist, his hands resting just under her ass to hold her up. He walks her into his place, kicking the door shut behind him when they enter. Once in his room he sets her down, lifting her dress over her head revealing her white lacy panties underneath. 

“Damn Baby.” He husks, devouring her with his eyes. She’s staring up at him like he’s the only man in the world and it’s just making him harder. “What do you want Baby?”

“You.” She answers so quickly. 

He grins, gives her a ‘come hither’ motion and when she does he plants a sinful kiss to her lips. One that has her at his mercy. He sits on his bed, breathing heavily as he looks her up and down again.  She stands between his spread thighs, and he bites his lip as he stares at her naked body. 

“You’re so sexy.” He hums, palming her breasts in his hand. She moans at the rough feel of his hands on her sensitive nipples. 

He trails his fingers slowly down her body, dipping them down into the front of her panties. He groans at the feeling. 

“You’re so wet Baby.” 

She’s groaning at how he’s teasing her. Clutching his shoulders so her knees don’t buckle from beneath her. His thumbs hook into panties at her hips. He shimmies them down her thick hips and thighs, and that fateful tattoo stares right back at him. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. The black inked ‘B’ on her hip stands out on her pale hip. He leans forward, planting a small kiss to his initial and she keens in his hands. 

He pulls her down onto her lap, making her straddle him. She gasps at the feel of the fabric of his jeans on her bare mound. He’s bulging, and when he grabs her ass she jumps into him. She moans at the feel and he grins. 

“Come on Baby.” He licks his lips. He pulls her close again so she rubs against him. Her eyes roll back and he knows she feels good. He likes making her feel good. So he keeps holding her hips, making her roll against him. 

Her thighs start to squeeze him tighter, and she starts to take control of the speed leaving him a panting mess beneath her as she rides him. 

Her back arches, moaning his name, nails digging into his shoulders as she stutters. It ripples through her, sending a shockwave through her entire body. When she finishes she slumps against him, and he kisses down her neck. 

“Good job.” He mumbles into her ear, tugging on her earlobe. 

“That was new.” She breathes out, yelping when he rolls her over onto her back. “You’re wearing too much.”

“I was wearing enough a minute ago.” He snides, and he snickers as she hides her face from him. “I love when you hide from me, as if I don’t know how you taste or how you look when you cum.” 

“Stop!” She whines, rolling into his pillow. 

“Uh huh,” He tsks, grabbing her legs and rolling her back to her back. “'M Not done with you.” He says, hovering over her. 

Her eyes flick open at the feel of his warm skin on hers. She didn’t even see him undress, but here he is in all his glory over her. 

“Ready?” He asks, receiving a nod in response. With that he slips in, growling at the feel of her warm walls around him. “Oh god Baby.” 

Her head is thrown back, legs coming up to wrap around his narrow waist. He grabs her hands that go to wrap around his neck. He plants them on the bed, keeping his fingers intertwined with hers. 

“Been waiting to feel you all day.” He moans, starting a slow deep rhythm. “Since you sent me that dirty text this morning.” 

“Faster.” She pants out, tugging him in closer with her thighs. 

He speeds up, changing out how far he comes out. Making it deeper. 

“God you’re so warm.” He drops his head into the crook of her neck. “I can feel you sucking me in.” 

“Please Brian, please.” She pleads with him, not being able to come up with other words. 

“Oh god, oh god.” He croons, feeling the tickle go down his spine. 

“Please, please.” She moans, holding his hands tighter. She clenches when she feels herself get closer, making Brian throw his head back and growl. His growl vertebrates through her making her back arch off the bed. 

“Come on Baby.” He speeds up even more. 

“Brian!” She yells out when he hits that spongy spot inside her. 

Her jaw drops when she comes, and he watches as her eyes squeeze shut and her body goes stiff and then lax. He groans lowly, holding her tighter as he cums. They hold each other as they both come down from their highs. 

He pulls back after a few minutes, slowly pulling out of her. She gasps at the loss of him, and then at the feel of him leaking out of her. He watches, finding it extremely sexy when he can see his cum drip down. He pushes it back in a few times with his fingers, until she pushes him away from being over sensitive. 

He promises he’ll be right back with a kiss on her forehead and rushes to his bathroom to clean up. While he’s cleaning himself he’s got the shower water running to heat up. Once he’s clean he grabs a small wash cloth from the cabinet and drenches it with the warm water. 

“Let me clean you up baby before we shower.” He whispers as he nudges her legs back open. 

“Sleepy.” She mumbles. 

“I know, but we gotta get all cleaned up. Then we can take a nap okay.” 

“I have to write a paper tonight.” She talks out loud, suddenly remembering the world outside of their relationship. 

“I know, I’ll set an alarm for 5. You start on your paper and I’ll make dinner.” 

“You’re gonna make me dinner?” She asks with a small pout as he tosses the washcloth into his hamper.

“Mac and cheese?” He offers.

“Yum.” She nods. 

“Come on.” He lifts her. 

“You’re so cute.” She whispers, playing with his hair.

“For you.” He looks at her as he sets her down in the bathroom. 

“My Brian.” She sighs, staring up at him.

“Yours.” He responds by kissing her lips softly.

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Game Plan | Prologue

7 Weeks Ago

Mia lived to be in the stands watching her boy play. It was her absolute most favorite thing to do.

She grew up watching football with her family every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday. It was just what her family did. So to say her family was Connor’s biggest fans was an understatement. They showed up to almost every game in blue and gold, his number painted on their cheeks, screaming his name almost as loud as she did. 

He could spot her anywhere in the crowd, having been the one to get her the tickets he made sure that she sat in the same spot at every game. Her auburn hair made her quite easy to spot, and then that smile was always there to greet his desperate eyes. 

This game though, was something else. He was really feeling the crowd and his teammates. He was throwing passes like it was as easy as breathing. He was trying out the new plays, and even resorting to some old high school fun. He was simply on fire, and having Shawn and Brian being in the same level of play just made for an exciting day of football.

They finished the game 58-7, and when he saw the look on her face before he headed to the locker room he knew he was in for a long night. 

That was all he could think about. 

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