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Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire Part IX (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

Pairing: Nebraska Williams (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

Word Count: 3133 (It was supposed to be 2k but I went waaaay over lol)

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“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit,” you panted, face currently buried into the pillow on the bed Nebraska currently had you pinned down against. He was pounding into you mercilessly, exerting his full weight into each thrust while effectively pinning you down so that you were left virtually helpless to do anything but lay there and take that dick.

“Nebraska please, I can’t take another one, I’m too sensitive,” you begged in a muffled whine. He had been making love to you all night and this was the end of the third round. You were spent from the multitude of orgasms he’d been showering you in for hours and you were pretty sure there wasn’t a part of your body left that wasn’t throbbing in oversensitivity.

“C’mon baby, give me one more. Cum for me one last time,” he growled in your ear, his grip on your plush ass unwavering.

“It’s too much. I can’t even feel my legs,” you whine, your whole body trembling from the overstimulation.

“Good thing it’s not you legs I want you to feel,” he groaned, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down you spine. You could feel your stomach tightening yet again and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were pushed off your peak.

“Holy sh- Nebraskaaaaaaa,” you wailed, your orgasm coming crashing down. You felt like you were floating, like you had actually rose off the bed into the air. Wait, you actually were. Nebraska lifted you up and flipped you over before diving right back in, more determined than ever. His army stamina was literally off the charts and there was no way you were able to keep up.

“I t-thought you said that was the l-last one,” you stuttered, trying to push him away with one hand but he simply caught it and started kissing the inside of your wrist.

“I wanna look at you when I cum inside you,” he said peppeing kisses up your arm. You swear you felt your heart palpitate as you rolled your eyes, a grin breaking out on your cheeks. He was such a freaking romantic.

“Fuck Nebraska, I’m gonna be hollow if you keep this up,” you said breathlessly, watching his amazon length drill into you.

“As tight as you are? I doubt it,” he grinned, slapping your thigh.

“You’re just fucking huge,” you threw your head back while he continued charging into you. He brought his thumb up to your engorged clit when you felt shocks go through your entire nervous system.

“Not there, Braska, it’s swollen,” you gasped and he backed off immediately, moving to massage your breasts, careful to steer clear of your areola. You couldn’t deny, Nebraska Williams was one hell of a lover. Every touch, from rough to soft, was considerate and careful not to push you too far. It almost felt like he was more in sync with your body than you were.

He finally came, his thrusts in the end near- bruising in their strength. He stayed inside you, admiring your sweaty, exhalt state before him. When he finally did break the eye contact and slide out of you, he got up and left the bed, going to your bathroom to wash up then returned with a warm rag and cleaned you off. You could barely lift an arm you were so tired, your limbs felt like cement beneath your skin.

He climbed into bed, drawing you close to him, his fingers tracing patterns along your side.

“I been craving that for so long.” Nebraska hummed into your wild hair that had long since slipped from its bonnet. He had put it down so good, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. You’d just do your hair tomorrow.

“Oh really? How long?” You said playfully, looking up at him.

“Since the first night you fed me that poison Lasagna,” he chuckled causing you to roll your eyes. You’d smack him normally but you were just too tired.

“And there wasn’t anyone else to…. satisfy that craving for you?” You alluded but both of you knew you were implying Tonya.

“Not a soul. No one compares to you, Y/N.” He said stroking your cheek. You felt electricity buzz in the wake of his fingertips. You were in heaven. Maybe it was the euphoria from the activities of the last few hours or just his natural sweet nature and affection but it felt as if you were walking in cloud nine.

You felt yourself fighting to stay awake, wanting to savor the moment but sleep won out in the end as you drifted off into one of the best slumbers you’d had in weeks.

~*~

You awoke the same way you fell asleep, with Nebraska curled around you, encasing your body with his own. His face was peacefully still, all his usually stresslines almost nonexistent in this state. You had a newfound appreciation for this view, especially with the radical turn in your relationship in the last week.

Ever since your hysteric moment in your Aunt’s bathroom, the two of you became remarkably close. Every look seemed to be followed by a soft smile, every little touch almost searing in warmth. It was as if nothing could stop the butterflies beneath your skin every time you were in his presence. Nothing except the sexual tension of course.

Despite your absolute willingness to take him right then and right there, Nebraska was adamant about no more ‘intimate encounters’ while at your aunt and uncles.

“The lieutenant would have my head if even the thought of us being together crossed his mind.” Nebraska chuckled, leaving you frustrated in your room on the last night of your stay.

But oh how he had made up for it and more upon arriving home.

Home...

Lying here next to Nebraska, his arms encased around you, felt more like home than ever before. It was as if you found a puzzle piece you weren’t even aware you were missing. Was it because he was right for you or had it been so long since someone sincerely cared for you that you were deluding yourself into thinking this could work?

“Morning,” Nebraska purred. You could feel the deep timbre of his sleep-laden voice practically reverberating through his chest.

“Good morning, Stallion,” you giggled, watching as a sly grin broke out across his face. He turned over so that he was leaning over you and began nuzzling into your neck.

“I like that one. I like all your pet names for me,” he murmured in between nipping at the base of your throat.

“I like-” you were cut off by an embarrassingly loud growl from your stomach protesting its own emptiness.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry. I’ll go make breakfast.” Nebraska winked, beginning to crawl off of you. You watched as he picked up his discarded boxers and pulled them on.

“Wait, no. You don’t have to go.” You whined, sitting up in bed. Nebraska chuckled, leaning down to land a gentle kiss to your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his warm abdomen.

Once you finally released him and he resumed his mission to fix breakfast, you too got up and began your day. One long shower, followed by a quick breakfast and getting dressed, later and you were out the door to work.

Life was... the best it had been in a long time. You didn’t know a relationship could feel this good, if that’s even what you could call this little adventure the two of you were embarking on. Labels didn’t matter at this moment because he made you feel amazing and vice versa so that was enough for now.

~*~

Weeks later.

Nebraska was a nervous wreck.

For the past few weeks, things with Y/N had been absolutely... heavenly. It was like a dream he felt he’d wake up from at any moment. He could have wrote down, in great detail, every single quality he desired in his ideal ‘Perfect Woman’ and still not been able to construct the vision that was you.

It was as if you knew what he needed before he even knew himself. Casual acts of affection would always set him at ease when he didn’t even realize he was tense. One glance his way and you could tell if something was bothering him, and even if he would prefer to talk about it or not. Nebraska could feel his walls crumbling down when it come to you, walls he’d been building since adolescence. He was never one to open up, he always played it smart in the background, no one really getting to know him. But with you, it felt as if you already knew him, long ago and all that was left was him subjecting himself to the inevitable fate of being known.

All of these things were new to him and despite dragging him further from his comfort zone than ever before, it wasn’t what was causing his current internal conflict.

No, what had him in such a distressed state was the encroaching holiday, Christmas. Christmas was never a good time for Nebraska. It was such a demanding holiday with a false pretense of happiness at every turn. It only aided his depression, reminding him that his own joy was all a facade and that he would never be truly as happy as everyone else, that he was just an imposter.

Usually he was left alone to deal with his own demons but that wasn’t the case this year because of none other than you. He could tell by the sheer energy and excitement you had for the entire festive season that it was your favorite holiday. It was an experience you wanted to share together but Nebraska once again just wasn’t sure how to give you what you need...

“Why the long face, Williams?” Colonel McNeal, the veteran coach, asked from beside him. The two of them were currently standing in the center of the schools indoor track watching as the students ran lap after lap. Their last physical examination before the holiday break was within the week and they were trying to get in the best shape possible for that.

“Just a lot of my mind as of late,” Nebraska uttered, exiting his train of runaway thoughts.

“Yeah, you do seem different as of late,”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. You seem happy,” the colonel, chuckled. “Usually all it takes is the love of a good woman to turn it all around.”

“Yes it does,” Nebraska muttered in agreement.

“Takes a lot for a man to do what you do. Especially for a woman with kids. Being a stepfather is a deal-breaker for most but yo-

“Stepfather? To whom?” Nebraska cocked his head in confusion.

“Principal Manning’s little ones of course,” the fellow coach said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Principal Manning!?”

“You two aren’t together? You two seem so close and she’s always going on and on about you, everyone just assumed...”

“Tonya Manning is my employer and colleague. Nothing more. I go home to the love of my life every night and it most certainly is not her.” Nebraska said, completely floored by the coach’s bold assumption. Actually, he said it was everybody’s assumption, that Tonya herself was undoubtedly fueling.

Nebraska was at a lost of how to go about the situation. He didn’t want to overstep and bring it up with her if that meant risking an uncomfortable work environment but he also felt guilty leaving her to believe there was ever a chance of her obtaining him when he knew how strong his love for Y/N was.

He ultimately decided to leave it for now, determined to focus on his relationship with you and making sure he didn’t mess that up in any avoidable way.

~*~

That night you came in hours late, which worried Nebraska to no end. He thought of calling you several times to make sure you were safe but he didn’t want to seem too obsessive so he settled for a text to which you replied with a short one word answer.

Imagine his surprise when you rushed into the house, eyes glassy from the cold, practically bouncing with excitement.

“Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska!!” You said so fast it almost sounded like one word. Nebraska wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close both to warm you and to still you.

“Hello to you too,” he smirked, rubbing circles into the small of your back.

“Can you come help me with something real quick? And then help me with something after that? And then one more thing after that?” You asked, the biggest grin spread across your face.

“Of cours-

“Great! Let’s go!!”

The next hour found Nebraska and you in the living room decorating the enormous Christmas Tree you brought home along with boxes upon boxes of decorations (all brought inside by Nebraska naturally.) He set up the tree by the fireplace (which you ignited) so now all that was left for the two of you to do was decorate. There was a soft lull of Christmas music playing in the background and Nebraska couldn’t deny the serene feeling of content as he watched you stand on your tippy toes attempting to hand a bulb near the top.

You spotted him laughing at you from his seat on the floor below and decided to come down to his level, plopping down beside him. You held his hand intertwining your fingers with his own. He loved it when you did that.

“Hot chocolate or eggnog?” You asked, big brown eyes looking up at him innocently. That never failed to erupt something deep inside him. A need to have you.

“C’mere,” he said, patting his lap. You turned to straddle him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his hands found their home on your hips.

“Can I have a kiss?” Nebraska gazed up at you, mesmerized.

“Do you even have to ask?” You giggled, leaning into his lips. He captures yours slowly, savoring the softness of your plush lips. He remembers how they felt wrapped around his shaft and his dick jumps in excitement. You feel it.

“I want you...,” Nebraska groans once the kiss is broken as he nuzzles into the base of your neck. He couldn’t help himself, the feel of you on top of him was driving his senses through the roof. You were so damn thick and being between your pillowy thighs was a weakness he couldn’t resist.

“Then have me....,” you whimpered, big brown eyes peering into his own. Fuck, why did everything you did turn him on in this moment?

Nebraska didn’t need to be told twice as he sprang into action. He threw the huge Christmas sweater you were wearing as a dress over your head to reveal your undergarments. Your panties were a bit too small, causing your generous lips to spill out of the sides. Nebraska pulled at the sides, tightening the fabric and accentuating the image. His mouth was watering at the sight.

“What are you doing?” You asked in slight confusion, squirming in his lap.

“Your pussy’s so fat... and wet... I think I’m ready to propose,” You laughed at this only for it to quickly morph into a moan as he began stroking your mound.

He pulled your panties to the side, allowing one of his digits to delve into your opening. He added another finger earning an explicit moan from your lips. You were gushing over him already, juices beginning to drip down his arm. Nebraska watched as you rode his hand in utter amazement. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, you panting and mewling by the power of his hand alone. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to have you on his dick.

He released himself from the fabric encasing his length and it was already standing at attention. He lifted you by your chubby waist and positioned himself under your entrance. Slowly he lowered you, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you sank onto him.

“Shit, Nebraska hold on. Give me a second,” you said breathlessly, adjusting to his size. Nebraska wasn’t oblivious, he knew he was well-endowed and that it could be a lot to take, especially with you being so much smaller than him.

He allowed you to take control, increasing speed at your own pace as you began to ride him. The sensation of you rising up only to drop your weight on him always worked him up way too fast. Nebraska had never really dated a chubby girl, not that he was actually opposed to it but the occasion just never arose. He had no idea the trajectory of sex would be this different and he would love it so much. He couldn’t understand why at times you were still so self conscious about your body, especially around him. You had Nebraska absolutely wrapped around your finger and didn’t even know it.

Fuck, he was about to cum...

Nebraska wasn’t ready to release, especially without making sure you had had your own first, so he resorted to his number one tactic for prolonging his own pleasure. He switched positions.

You uttered a sigh of relief as he lifted you by your waist once again and laid you down on your back. Your legs were tired and your thighs were trembling. It was obvious you were able to ride for long but it sent Nebraska into such a tailspin that his nut was never far behind.

In this new position, Nebraska has you exactly where he wanted you. You were putty in his hands, arching into him while your toes curled in ecstasy.

“Braska, please, it’s-, I-, I, ahhhhhhh!” He had hit that spot again and before you could even finish your pleas, you were squirting uncontrollably. Nebraska couldn’t hold it anymore, the clenching of your walls around him, along with your post-orgasm mewls, sent him over the edge and he was releasing inside you. Your walls continued to grip him, taking every ounce he had to offer.

“That was um... woah,” you planted beneath him.

“It always is with you,” Nebraska hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“And what does that mean?” You giggled as he slid out of you and laid down beside you still catching his breath. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around your waist.

“Means I can’t seem to get enough of you,” Nebraska said, watching the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree above.

Nebraska still wasn’t a fan of the holiday, but if he got the chance to fuck you under ever tree he had to decorate, then honestly how bad could it be?

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A/N: I was originally supposed to upload this a week ago but at the last minute I decided to add that ending Smut scene and I had to make sure it was well written! Let me know what y’all think!!

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