#he asked lamp for help bc i was washing my face and lamp went Umm this seems right up connors alley and it WAS it was ummm. i forgot the

[itsalwaysdark]

everytime i help my dad solve a puzzle in a video game i feel like theeee smartest guy on the planet

[tkaslut4ratchuk]

Pending Title-Brendan Lemieux

Requested: Yes

Warnings/AN: smut, sex, fuck, whatever you wanna call it. cockwarming fersure, breeding kink if you squint and widen your eyes. First time writing/posting smut so like... also: if you see anything annoying please for the love of God and all that is holy, tell me bc I’ve been staring at this piece nonstop for the last two weeks and I’m ngl, I lost my ability to care whether or not the grammar made ANY sense.... okay... umm without any further adieu?? godimnervous

‘You have got to be kidding me,’ I thought to myself. ‘This man will be the absolute death of me.’ There he was, once again, going toe-to-toe with some asshole that I didn’t bother paying enough attention to, to catch the name of. “There he goes again,” I mutter to myself, but Elise heard me and chuckled.

“What? You don’t like it?” She asked.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I do. A lot more than I probably should, actually. It’s just… He’s fighting… Again.”

“Yeah, I get that,” she chuckled in reply, and we went back to watching the game. ‘Well, technically the fight. I wonder if he’s aware of my feelings on it.’ Despite my mild annoyance, my eyes stayed zeroed in on Brendan until he made his way to the penalty box. After the fight, the remainder of the game passed relatively slow—though, conversation with Elise and the other WAGs helped pass the time a little easier, the had I been alone.

The game had ended and now I stood in the hall by the locker room, scrolling through instagram while I waited for Brendan to come out. ‘Maybe—just maybe—we can go home and I can work through his thick skull how…frustrated I am.’ I’m leaning against the wall when he finally opens the door and comes out. I looked up from my phone, making eye contact with him at the same time. I shook my head at him with a small smile pulling at my lips. He gave me a wide smile right back and held his arms out for a hug. “What?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes in reply as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m starting to think I need to get seats closer to the box,” I say, looking up at him.

“Whatever,” he scoffed. “You find it hot!” He had a cheshire grin that graced his lips and an arm around my waist—the other hand being occupied by his bag.

“No…I find it annoying.”

He laughed at this—that cute, big belly one—causing a soft smile to break out on my lips. Pressing a kiss to my hairline, he gives a tap to my ass and suggests that we head home.

…

The drive home was a quiet and comfortable one, with me glancing over at Brendan every now and then, and his hand resting warmly on my thigh. Once we are at home, we went straight to the bedroom, after dropping our things at the door. We’re both getting ready for bed—me, slipping into an old shirt of his and a pair of sleep shorts and him, only just hanging his suit jacket and tie, and unbuttoning his shirt. I look over at him, watching him in the dim lighting from the bedside lamp from the dresser. ‘Such. A good-looking. Hunk of a man.’ I smile and bite my lip, making my way to where he stood in the doorway of the closet. Stepping close, I take care of the remaining few buttons, for him. I run my hands over his bare chest, taking my time up the tan expanse of his strong abdomen to lock my arms around his neck. Looking into his warm, blue eyes, I softly speak. “I love you.” Leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his beginning-to-swell bottom lip. His strong hands—‘Damned cut-and-bruised hands from that stupid fight. Stupid hot fight. Stupid boy.’—make their way around my waist, pulling me nice and close into his warm body.

“I love you, too, baby.” I smile in reply, rising up to my tip-toes to kiss him once more. I pull away but stay close enough that my lips brush against his own, whispering, “You know, I do actually think it’s pretty hot.” And with a sly smirk, I lower myself back down, and head to the bathroom to finish my nightly routine.

After having taken off my makeup and washed my face, I was brushing my teeth when Brendan walks in, wearing nothing but a comfy pair of sweatpants, and wraps his strong arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest. I meet his eyes in the mirror with a knowing look, my free hand coming to rest on one of his arms and relaxing into him. He brings his lips to my ear, maintaining eye contact and mumbles, “I knew you were bullshitting.” He then placed a soft kiss on my earlobe. I sigh as I finish brushing my teeth and bend over to spit the toothpaste out, taking care to make sure my ass was flush with his crotch. His grip the tightened on my hips, pulling me closer as he bites his lip. ‘Fuck me.’

I stand back upright re-instilling that intense eye contact with his now darkened baby blues. ‘Just you wait, you sexy son of a bitch,’ I think as I begin scrubbing my tongue. His eyes darken further and he begins kissing a trail down my neck to the spot he knows will send shivers straight down my spine and up again. I moan, dropping my hand to the edge of the counter, and lean into him, a bit. “Fuck, Bren,” I breathe out, my mouth still full of toothpaste. I bend over again to spit and he takes that opportunity to grind into me, letting me feel the start of a raging hard-on. ‘Oops! Sorry, not sorry, babe!’ I barely get to wipe at my mouth before I’m whipping myself around and pulling him down to meet me for a searing kiss. His hands tightened around my waist enough to lift me and place me on the edge of the sink, immediately allowing my legs to find their rightful place around his hips. He begins grinding into my center, leaving me utterly breathless. ‘Both from this and this hot-as-fuck kiss.’ I throw my head back, releasing a wild sounding moan and he moves his mouth back to the spot on my neck. ‘Likely, to leave a mark for me to find in the morning… Not that I’m complaining, certainly not now.’ My hands begin roaming his bare chest, my nails biting lightly into his skin and my legs tighten further around his waist, letting his thick, hard cock press so sweetly against me. ‘Fuck.’ My feet make their way to his waistband, desperate to get his pants off, while my hands bring his face back to my lips. His own hands working to my shorts off. Our mouths not taking a break, tongues in a constant battle with one another.

We finally get our pants off, and Brendan moves his hands slowly up my thighs, moving to my waist and not stopping until he’s above my breasts, bringing my—his—shirt with it. He pulls away from the kiss, successfully pulling a whine from me, with him, and pulls the shirt off, over my head. His mouth begins a trek from my jaw to my breasts, sucking marks into my skin, there, while one of his hands moves to the place that’s been screaming for him since he threw his first punch, tonight. Whimpering, I grab his wrist to stop him and shake my head. “Bren, no.” ‘Fuck, I can’t catch my breath.’ His head snaps up, caught off guard. ‘He’s confused. Sweet, sexy boy.’ “That fight really did me in… I’m so wet, B. I need you.” I’m holding his gaze and smirking, which leads him to smirk right back. Brendan’s hands quickly find their place to my hips and his lips smash back on to mine. Our tongues are mimicking the fight from earlier. This is when he deems it acceptable to strike, shoving his cock deep, leaving it to rest deliciously within my walls.

We both moan into each other’s mouths. He’s stilled for moment to allow me to get used to his size. I’m clenching, I can feel him throbbing. ‘Maybe that’s just me.’ Then, all Hell breaks loose. The grip he has on my hips turns bruising and his thrusting hips show off that strength I witnessed earlier, at the game. “You like seeing me rough, baby? Huh?” he grunts in my ear. I whine in return, my eyes rolling back in my skull. “Yeah, you do. My little slut.” I clench around him, at that. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Like that? Like when I call you what you are?” He’s panting and his thrusts get rougher. “My little slut!” he punctuates that with a rather rough thrust.

“God! B…” I may as well be panting like a dog at this point. “Don’t—Don’t stop! Please…” I whine. He hasn’t moved to touch my clit, yet. ‘Does he even need to, at this rate?’

“Fuck, babe,” he grunts. My nails dig deeper into the skin on his strong shoulders, and he’s nibbling on the spot behind my ear. I could feel myself getting closer. Each thrust of his becoming more and more pronounced. “Your cunt,” thrust, “‘so perfect,” thrust, “my God, so tight.” t h r u s t.

“More,” I whimper, clenching my eyes from the intense pleasure. He slides his hand from my hip to my knee, raising it higher around his waist, allowing him to get deeper and hit the spot that had me seeing stars. I yelped out at that. “So big, Bren. Fuck!”

His grunting grows more and more, and if it weren’t for it being in my ear, I might not have noticed from how much I’m feeling. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, baby,” he grunts out, and I moaned aloud at that. “Nice and full.”

‘Am I crying, right now?!’

“So full! Please!” I cry out, choking on the pleasure-filled sobs.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me!” I do as he asks, meeting his beautiful eyes, and I cum—with a shout, might I add. ‘Holy fuck! He’s so pretty…surrounded by stars…’ He gives one final thrust, letting go with such a guttural groan, that it sparks another mini-orgasm in myself. ‘Fuck. I am definitely crying now, if I wasn’t already, before.’ He works us through our orgasms, slowly, as I held him tightly and as close as possible, my head nestled in the crook of his neck. He can’t detach himself from me or pullout, much less—not that he was making any move to.

We’re panting in each other’s ears, and his arms make their way around me, hands rubbing my back, up and down, in a calming fashion as I am definitely whimpering, right now. He pulls back enough to press a kiss to the top of my head. I look up and meet his eyes and he furrows his brow. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Babe, why didn’t you sa—“ I shake my head at him. 

“So good, Bren,” is all I can whimper out, before I shove my head back into his neck, knowing that I sound rightfully wrecked. I pull him close again and feel our cum start to leak from where we’re joined—it makes me twitch, just a little, around him.

Brendan starts to pull out at that, but I pull him back, looking back up at him. “No! Longer, B…” He chuckles in reply and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Let’s take this to the bed, then, yeah? ‘M sure your ass has surpassed being asleep at this point.” With that, he carries me off to bed, taking care to stay connected. ‘And inside... Hmm... I should request this more often.’ He maneuvers us so that he’s on top, knowing the weight of his sturdy body brings me comfort. My arms stay wrapped around his neck, and he brings his own under my shoulders and brushes my hair and a couple stray tears from my face, kissing the dried ones.

“You okay, baby?”

I nod in reply, a sniffle slipping through. He presses a soft kiss to my lips. And then another, and another, and then we’re laying there so deeply entwined with one another, just exchanging soft, wonderful kisses.

“I love you, Brendan,” I murmur against his lips. My voice still quite wrecked.

“I love you more,” he smiles and pecks my nose. His cock shifts just so, as he does it. I whimper and clench, tight, around him. His forehead drops to mine as he lets loose a soft huff of air.

‘Is he getting hard again?! Who the hell am I kidding? Between this and all his cum, I’m wetter than a cold beer on a hot summer day…’

I whimper as I feel him harden and I buck a little into his hips. He rolls his hips into my own, successfully grinding into my clit and eliciting a whine from my lips. That’s how it continues as we find a sweet and slow rhythm. We’re barely moving but it’s just enough to get us close to plummeting off the edge again. Panting into each other’s mouths, murmuring of sweet nothings—the complete opposite end of the spectrum from how this night started, in the bathroom, no less.

“S’ good, Brendan,” I whisper against his parted lips, combing my fingers through his unruly locks. He shifts, just so, making clench tight around him and hold him close. I moan and let go for what feels like the tenth time, tonight. It take one more before he’s reached his own peak and filling me up again. ‘Fuck, that’s so good…’

He works us through our orgasms and finally pulls out, sitting back on his knees and watching as our combined essence spills out. I watch on in awe as he bites his plump bottom lip, and gives a minute shake of his head as he pushes it back in with his softening cock.

“You’re so beautiful…”

I smile back with a playful grin. “Hmm… I’ll remember that when you end up getting me pregnant.”

He smiles a beautiful wide smile and chuckles a bit, but there’s a certain look in his eye. He then leans over and presses a few gentle kisses to my lips. He pulls away, a bit, muttering against my lips, “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” I nod in reply, this time, pulling him down and pressing another kiss to his lips.

He pulls me up, out of bed and back to the bathroom to get cleaned up and to put on the clothes we had shed, earlier. We crawl back into bed and after getting comfortable, he turns the light off and we fall into a deep, peaceful slumber that only being curled up in the arms of someone you love could help achieve.