#the first game sucked ass another the second feels like it tipped its hand early so i don't want to come back

[chemicalbrew]

I can't sleep and I had a miserable time today going through my backlog whee

[notnctu]

haechan: the cocky | vol 2

━ welcome home to the housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, dirty talking, nicknames, dom!hyuck, penetration, oral (giving & receiving), slight degradation?, mentions of exhibitionist kink? ☆ WC: 3.6k  ☆ SYNOPSIS: after receiving haechan’s text messages, you hurry up to his room and the sexual tension is thicker than you can ever imagine. 

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: read vol 1 here if u havent already :) theres no plot yall its just smut,, this one a filthy one ha ha skjdhfgieas

When you enter Haechan’s room, his back faces you as he sits comfortably in his expensive gaming chair, clicking furiously at his mouse and practically abusing the poor device. “Why are you so worked up?” Your voice causes him to perk up, removing an ear from his headset. 

“Mark fucking sucks at this game.” Haechan rolls his eyes as he speaks directly into his mic and Mark’s tiny muffled voice shouts back at him. 

Leaning into Haechan’s face, his eyes leave his monitor momentarily to intently watch your actions. Your fingers grab hold of the built in mic and speaking lowly, you greet the other boy through the receiver. “Hi Mark.”

Haechan raises an eyebrow at your seductive tone and the happy smirk on your face when you hear Mark stammer back a faint, “h-hello, y/n.” 

“Mark, I gotta go.” Before even letting Mark protest and throw a fit, he’s hanging up the call and forfeiting his winning streak to finally finish what you two had started. You’re laying on Haechan’s bed with eyes that eat him right up, a look of lust and desire. 

His gaze bounces between the open door and the way your thin shirt does absolutely nothing to hide how erect your nipples have become. His signature face of disbelief: tongue in cheek and rolling his eyes, paired with a small scoff. 

“What? Are you cold or something?” He snickers, getting up to close the door.

“No... I’m just..” Propping up on your elbows, you glance briefly down at your shirt and then, away at the ground shamelessly. 

“Aroused? Turned on?” Haechan taunts as he leans down to hover above you, his fingers toying with the ends of the thin fabric. As much as you’re trying to avoid eye contact, he doesn’t allow for you to shy away for long.

“Maybe.” You gulp the pooling spit in the back of your throat, the tension rising in the room. “I came upstairs like you told me too.” Pouting, he finally has you fixated on him with a thumb on your chin. 

Making eye contact with him is not only incredibly intimate, but there is something mesmerizing and comforting in the way Haechan looks at you. “Right, my good girl did what she was told. How much longer can she keep that up?” His whisper is hot against your skin, but he doesn’t lean in any more. 

“Don’t test me, Hyuck.” You snap back gently, crossing your arms across your chest and almost immediately, Haechan pushes you lightly onto the bed. You yelp at the boldness, knowing that your bratty side might have edged him on.

“Hyuck....? Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” He smirks, and you wish for nothing more than to wipe it off his face. He has the absolute confidence to play with you all night if he wanted to. Cocky motherfucker. 

“Do something, please.” The whine in your voice catches his attention, only fueling his ego more than it has already inflated. 

“What does my pretty baby want me to do?” Haechan has the full audacity to sit back in his chair, legs spread wide and arms resting behind his head. He’s left you on the bed practically untouched, yet the moment you sit up, a small pool of wetness rushes in your panties.

He’s done nothing, but your body reacts to him too strongly for you to admit. “I want you to give me a kiss.” You mumble.

However, Haechan leaves no room for a pause. “Speak up.” His voice is low and dark as he watches you squirm in your shorts, your legs rubbing together for some friction. He just loves how needy he can get you to be.

“Give me a kiss.” A little louder this time, all the while being mindful at how thin the walls are. Haechan patiently waits for you to finish your beg, “please.”

He pats his lap for you to come sit, then opens his arms to invite you into his embrace. Your legs fall on either side of his thighs and his hands rests on your waist. Haechan peers up at the pout that hasn’t left your face and gently smiles. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

There’s a sense of rivalry when he uses that nickname, holding less of a soft implication than when he calls you baby. “You’re taking forever.” You groan, rocking against him with a frustrated whine.

However, he holds you steady by your hips and chuckles mockingly, “it wouldn’t be fun if I just gave it to you. I’m giving you more of an experience to remember the next time you want to rub one out.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fast forwarding these parts in my brain.” Rolling your eyes, your hands find themselves lightly on his chest. He feels rather solid through his black shirt, “you’ve been bulking up?”

“Yeah. Can you tell? Johnny has been waking my ass up early in the morning to go to the gym with him because Jaehyun has class.” Haechan presses you up against his torso and you’re impressed at how sturdy he feels.

“So that’s why we have two jugs of protein powder taking up counter space. Doyoung and I were concerned at how much the other two were consuming, but I guess the portion includes you now.” Your hands wrap around his neck to pull him unbelievably closer, the tips of your noses touching now.

Haechan stares at you with hooded eyes and breath mixing with your own. “What does it taste like?” Your question seems to hold a sexual innuendo, or it could be the tension in the air as you both try your hardest from devouring each other’s lips right then and there.

“Mmh, tastes like shit. Rather taste something else instead.” Haechan licks his lips and tilts his head only slightly. His mind is clouded with lustful, heavy thoughts of feeling your plushy lips against his own. And the possible taste of your tongue lapping with his brings him much excitement as well. 

“Should I try some?” The power has slightly shifted into your hands as Haechan seems to be in a trance from your proximity and sensual drop in tone. But you’re both wrapped up in each other’s scent of shampoo and it’s enough to drive you both hungry for one another. 

“Want your lips around something else.” His thumb pulls your bottom lip down just gently before slipping it into your open mouth. Your tongue circles his finger, slowly sucking to mimic the feeling of his cock. It sends tingles down to your lower abdomen and a small moan erupts from the back of Haechan’s throat. 

Something pokes at your inner thigh and without needing to look down, you already know how turned on Haechan has gotten. He won’t be able to wait it out anymore. “So pretty.” Haechan coos as he drops his finger from your lips. “Do you still want your kiss, baby?” 

“Of course.” You lean in thinking that Haechan is going to finally give you a good smooch on the lips, but he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed. He’s discarding your shorts and underwear, peeling it off your legs and tossing it somewhere in a corner. 

He spreads your legs wide open, “holy fuck, you’re dripping.” And you’re so close to telling him to stop exaggerating until he gathers slick from your hole and it unleashes a small waterfall cascading onto the bed sheets. “Since when were you this easily aroused?” 

Before you can retaliate, Haechan softly kisses your clit and slowly licks a long strip up your cunt. You arch into him, his lips pressing against you just a bit harder than the first time. Eyes are locked in on yours as he flicks delicate licks at your bundle of nerves. “Good girls get the best kinds of kisses.” 

He will never be able to get enough of your taste or your legs squirming at the jolts of pleasure that run down them. The fact that stands is that Haechan inexplicably loves pleasuring women and performing cunnilingus, that’s undeniable. But there’s something very special about the way your body reacts to his smallest gestures and sensual words, so responsive and almost like, your body knows how much it wants him. 

And if you two hadn’t been so cordial and polite about living with each other in the beginning and considerate of your other housemates, he would’ve fucked you a long time ago. It always felt as if Haechan was walking on thorns around you, making sure he didn’t cross the lines of making you feel uncomfortable. 

Nonetheless, your pajama shorts do a terrible job at covering you up or the small moments when your shirt would ride up your stomach, he always found his stares to linger. And not to mention, all the moments he has walked by to catch a glimpse of you masturbating. Truthfully, he’d been masturbating to the thought of you too and only to find out that you shared the same interest in him. 

You suppress your moans with your hand, afraid to risk the chance of getting caught by your other housemates. Nevertheless, your muffled moans encourage him to lick harder, building a quick rhythm. “Hyuck, please fuck me.” 

It’s agonizing the more he edges you closer to your release. Haechan is addicted to lapping your endless flow of juices that he almost chooses to ignore your breathless plea. He lets go and the knot of pleasure in your stomach dissipates for the time being, your chest rising and falling rapidly to catch your breath.

“I thought you lost your ability to speak for a second.” Haechan doesn’t mean it as a joking statement, it’s meant to instill slight humiliation in you and with a bit of a teasing tone in his darkness.

You don’t take his words to heart, “I can speak and I know what I want.” Your voice is brighter than before, until Haechan’s grin turns mischievous and he’s plotting his next few words carefully. 

“Use your smart words and tell me what you want then.” Taking off his clothes, his shaft slaps against his stomach with an angry red tip leaking precum.

The sight of his dick has you clenching around nothing and it’s obvious where your focus has shifted to. You mindlessly take off your shirt, “for a computer science major, you sure like words a lot.” 

“For someone who’s ruining my sheets, you sure like to verbally under compensate how much you want me.” Haechan rubs his tip at your entrance to gather lubrication, a small whine escapes his lips as he’s trying his best to hold back from ramming into your wet cunt.

“Hyuck, please. I want you to fuck me speechless.” A sparkle catches in his eye as he’s gleaming at how the dirty words spill from your pretty mouth. Pulling you up, he holds your head steady and lightly taps your lips with his tip.

“Speechless? I guess you won’t be able to whine with my dick in your mouth.” And slowly, you invite his hot shaft into your warmth and the saltiness hits your palette. A long string of profanities fill the air when you lick the underside of his tip and hollow your cheeks to suck more of him.

“Do you think you can take the whole thing?” He moans and it shocks you how raspy his voice suddenly got. His hand is rests on the back of your head lightly, patting and smoothing your hair lovingly. If it isn’t for that lost lustful look in his eyes that represent an innocent curiosity, you wouldn’t have awarded his request. 

Opening your throat, he slowly guides you further down his length. Haechan’s reactions are ungodly satisfying as he throws his head back toward the ceiling and instantly tightens his grip in your hair. 

“Fuck, fuck. Okay, I’m done messing around.” He manages to chuckle playfully, pulling you off his dick as a string of saliva draws from the disconnect. Pulling you by your hair, he tilts your head upward at him and he leans down to kiss you: open mouth, tongues lapping, spit mixing.

The kiss ignites a flame in your chest being that it’s probably one of the hottest kisses you’ve ever experienced. Haechan’s dominance is caring, yet strong enough to remind you just how rough he has the ability to be. 

“Lay on your side.” You do as you’re told as Haechan unravels a condom to slip on. A feeling of excitement bubbles up in your core, you’re finally getting fucked. It’s not the first time you and Haechan have done penetration, but it’s definitely not enough times to satisfy your lust for him.

With your body facing the door, Haechan lays down behind you, a hand on your hip to press your ass against his shaft. “How cute. We’re spooning.” He taunts menacingly and reaching around to rub your swollen clit. 

You yelp and Haechan covers your mouth instantly. You’re a moaning mess in his hands as his fingers work magic stimulation down below. Every squirm has you bumping your ass up into his hard on. 

Just as his tip enters your wet hole, a knock on the door has you both halting your movements. Your heart is racing at the interruption and it’s not going to look too good with Haechan’s dick barely up your cunt and hand hovering over your clit. There will be no lie that can get you two out of this naked situation.

“Haechan, can I borrow your speaker?” It’s the voice of Jaemin. Of all the times that he actually comes home, you’re midway having sex with Haechan. 

It doesn’t seem to bother Haechan though, maybe a bit agitated that someone interrupted the tension, but overall he doesn’t seem phased. Then, you remember all the times you’ve knocked on the other boys’ doors during their hookups and it’s gotten to the point that no one really cares. “For what!?” 

“To use in the shower.” A jiggle on the doorknob panics you, but Haechan is lifting your leg in the air and enters you fully without a warning. You bite back a moan as Haechan buries his face into your neck. The initial stretch from his girth stings with pleasure and you relax into him when you adjust to his size. “Why is your door locked?” 

“Fuck, is this making you more wet?” Haechan whispers lowly into your ear and a smile grows against your skin.

“Shut up.” You mumble, clenching around him every time Jaemin tries to open the door. He starts moving his hips into you, long thrust that jolt your body every time he enters. 

Haechan laughs, “it’s in the bathroom already, leave me alone! I’m with someone.” He’s looking down at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the tight grip you have on the sheets. You feel all of him, his cock fills you up to the brim, grazing upon your sweet spot. 

Jaemin scoffs on the other side, “okay. Use protection, kids.” And his shadow disappears from under the door. Haechan removes his hand and his hot moans fill your ears.

“No wonder why you leave the door fucking open. You want us to see you, don’t you?” His hips ram harder into your pussy, rougher and faster than before. The soreness begins to occupy your lower regions from how much Haechan stretches you. His dirty words aid you closer to your release. “Imagine if I didn’t lock the door and Jaemin saw me balls deep in you. You’d like that, huh? What a slut.” 

Your legs feel like jelly as a familiar exhilaration surges through your limbs. “Speechless now, aren’t you?” Haechan smirks and drops your leg. Hands hold you by your waist as he bottoms out, his balls slapping your thigh slightly. Once he’s nestled in deep, he starts rubbing circles on your clit once again and you’re squeezing around him so well that he doesn’t need to move. 

The added sensation brings you to your edge, along with the feeling of fullness. Without a fail, he always makes sure he takes care of you first. “I’m gon-- cum.” Words are jumbled in your scattered, empty brain. The release is on the tip of your tongue, the tips of your toes, Haechan’s rhythm on your bud doesn’t falter.

“Cum on my dick, baby. I want to feel you lose control.” His final encouragement leads you to your demise as your pussy clenches around him sporadically and your legs shaking from the pleasure. But it doesn’t stop, Haechan starts fucking you through your orgasm, so fast that it almost has you crying out of the intensity. His nails dig into your skin. 

“Oh-- shit! Hyuck, I--” Haechan slams your hips down to match his and you’re holding onto the sheets for your life. The toe curling pleasure overwhelms you and you can’t tell, but you’re cumming again. It just never seems to stop.

With a last grunt and full thrust, you feel his dick pumping inside your walls. He kisses your shoulder tenderly and smooths over the moon crescents he left, “shit. I’m sorry for calling you out like that.”

“It’s fine. It was hot.” He pulls out and an emptiness disappoints you. Turning around to face him, you latch on and give him the biggest hug. “But I really just am forgetful! I don’t leave it open on purpose....”

“Baby, you say that, but do you also forget that you live with five other horny men?” He kisses your temples and sits you both up.

“That’s why I do it when you guys aren’t home.” Getting up, you start putting on Haechan’s shirt and slipping on your panties. “Do you think Jaem is done showering?”

“Probably, that guy uses 2 in 1 shampoo and body wash so he just lathers and rinses.” Haechan ties the condom and tosses it into the trash can. He slips on a pair of fresh briefs and starts removing his soiled bed sheets. “Come back and help me make my bed when you’re done.” 

Nodding, you slyly walk out of Haechan’s room. You turn the knob as quietly as you can and shut the door softly. When you spin around, Jaemin walks down the hall with a towel around his naked shoulders and his black hair wet from his shower. His toned body is glistening with droplets as his sweatpants hang low on his hips and the waistband of his underwear peek out. 

You’re so distracted by his appearance that you don’t realize he’s caught you leaving Haechan’s room. “Is that Haechan’s shirt?” He quizzes you, a smirk twitching his lips automatically at your doe eyed expression. “And are you not wearing pants, y/n?” 

“I see you’re done with your shower.” You say quickly and you dash away to the bathroom. The moment you shut the door, you’re surprised by a random girl on the toilet.

“Sorry!” You both yell, covering your eyes at the sudden intrusion on both ends. 

“I didn’t realize there wasn’t a lock on the door.” She says and you turn to face the door to give her some privacy.

“Yeah, it’s been broken for awhile now. We usually just put a sticky note on the door to show that it’s preoccupied.” You don’t even question who she is, denoting that it’s either Jaehyun or Johnny’s lady friend. “I’ll just wait outside.” 

“Wait, do you live with Johnny?” She asks and truthfully, you’re not ready to go back outside in any chance that you’ll bump into Jaemin again. The bathroom is where you intended to hide until enough time is passed, while also doing your business. 

“Yeah. We’re housemates.” 

“Ah, that’s comforting to know that there’s another girl here. I thought it was just a house of guys, so I was a bit worried coming over.” Her voice sounds reassured and you’re exhaling out all the anxious air you had pent up since seeing Jaemin.

“That’s good. Men, am I right?” You try laughing to lighten the mood and surprisingly through the steamy suffocation, she giggles back. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never seen so many bottles of AXE body spray in one bathroom.” Living in a house full of men, you realize you slightly miss the bathroom talks with your girl friends. 

“Look in the tub, there are four bottles of men body wash, yet they always use mine! It’s a hoax.” You announce excitedly, despite still facing the door.

“I have the same one! I fucking knew Johnny smelled like white strawberries and mint, but I couldn’t tell if the scent was from me or him.” 

Maybe sometimes, it isn’t so bad living with a group of attractive men. You get to laugh with their hookups in the bathroom! And before you know it, Johnny is knocking on the bathroom door to the fit of giggles and questioning why there are two voices. 

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye.” He says.

“Damn, the sex was that bad.” You joke and Johnny fakes a laugh through the door.

“Let me know if Haechan is any better, y/n.” You gasp at his statement, but don’t respond. The flushing of the toilet and the sink running being the only noises in the room. You’re stunned. Knowing Jaemin’s big mouth, he can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“It’s nice meeting you, y/n.” Johnny’s hookup gives you a warming hug before leaving and when she opens the door to join him, you give Johnny the middle finger as your form of response. 

“Nice meeting you too!” You yell back to her and shut the door to finally do your business. 

Great, now everyone knows you fucked your housemate. 

[itsallyscorner]

positions with chris evans (smut implicit if you feel comfortable) he is her new bf and her ex was a horrible guy. Now she is happy with Chris and is all, fluff

I haven’t written for Chris in a while now and I miss my bubba🥺 Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!

💌.

positions

a/n: (f/n) ~ friend’s name

warnings: I’m a bitch for back stories so the beginning is like long....enjoy:) also smut**

Heaven sent you to me

I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history

You were never good at relationships. You weren’t a horrible person to date; relationships just never worked for you. One ex cheated, another drifted apart, and the last one canceled your engagement. You’ve had it rough. Though, you were confident in yourself and believed that you were an independent woman; you ARE an independent but you just needed some love. You could manage to be on your own. However, you didn’t know how long you’d last until the loneliness got to you.

You were spiraling down a hole of self pity and insecurity after your ex-fiancé called off your engagement. You’ve isolated yourself from your friends and spent more time at the bar. Not to look for some rebound but to wallow in your self pity even more. As if the world knew you needed a pick me up, you bumped into Chris.

You were in one of those lowkey bars in LA drinking a Seagrams. Why a Seagrams? You came alone to the bar which meant you had to drive yourself home. So no getting shitfaced drunk for you.

You were sitting at the bar sipping on your drink as you ate some fries. There was some random football game on the tv but you didn’t pay any mind to it. You were scrolling through your phone when a tall man sat into the seat next to you. You glanced at him, meeting his blue eyes for a second, before you looked back to your phone. Chase, the bartender, asked the stranger with the blue eyes what he wanted.

“Just a beer.” His voice was thick with hints of a Boston accent in it. His large frame settled into a small dainty chair that looked as if it were going to collapse underneath him.

“It’s pretty quiet here for a Friday night.” The man said from beside you. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. You shut your phone off and turned your attention to him.

“Um yeah, it’s always like that around here.” You answer with a tight smile. His face makes an “oh” kind of expression.

“Ah, it’s my first time around here.” He nods to Chase as he finally gets his beer. You nod at his answer and go back to your phone.

“So do you come here often?” You hear him ask. You sigh as you turn to face him again.

“Yeah, I’ve been going here for a few months now.”

“Alone?” He questioned you as his took a swig of his beer. You didn’t know what his deal was but you just weren’t in the mood for it.

“Yeah, alone.” You stifle a fake laugh as you turn back to your phone. He goes silent for a few minutes, making you think he was done. Until he asked you another question then another. This continued for half an hour. He asked you some random question and you replied with a short half assed answer. He just couldn’t catch a hint.

“Look, if you’re trying to get into my pants, I’m not interested.” You interrupt him as he was asking another question. A smug look made its way onto his face as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Well I wasn’t trying to get into your pants.” He started, “Something seemed to be bothering you so I thought I’d start a conversation with you and you could vent to me.” He defended himself as he shrugged his shoulders. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as guilt took over your body. You cringed at yourself and groaned into your hands.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. You were just being nice and I had to let my ego get in the way.” You apologized as you took your head out your hands. The man chuckled as he waved off your apology.

“Nah, you’re all good. I should’ve been straight to the point.” He rolled his eyes at himself as he leaned forward.

“So, is there anything bothering you? You were literally spaced out while you went though your phone.” He crossed his arms together as he rested his head on his bicep.

“Stalker much?”

“Nah, just observant.”

“I don’t wanna waste your time.” You tell him. He shrugs once again as he leans closer to you.

“I’ve got all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday

Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)

Never need no (No), no one else, babe

The bar became a frequent meet up place for you and Chris. The first night you told him about your troubles and he listened without any interruptions, only asking a few questions here and there. The second night you learned about him and his job. Turns out he was Captain America, you still don’t know how you didn’t recognize him. Third night you guys shared an order of fries as he tried to explain a football game to you. The fourth night you listened to him talk about his anxiety and how much he missed his family. The fifth night you two finally took it to his place and spent the early hours of the morning between his sheets.

Now six months later you were still spending the mornings in his sheets but now you were his girlfriend.

The sun was warm against your back as you woke up. You could feel Chris run circles soothingly onto your back making you sigh in content. You felt him press a kiss onto your temple as he pulled you closer to him.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” His voice was gravelly still laced with sleep. You finally open your eyes and see his bright blue eyes staring down at your (e/c) eyes.

“Hey bubs.” You sleepily smile at him as you rub the sleep out your eyes and stretch. Dodger was resting at the foot of the bed, his nose bumping into your or Chris’ foot occasionally.

“You got any plans today?” He asked as he laid on his back taking you with him. You traced the Dodger tattoo on his chest as you thought for a second.

“Mmmm, not much. It’s a lazy Sunday for me.” You shrugged as you glanced up at him, “What are your plans for today?”

“Well my family’s coming over, so we might head to some restaurant and hang there.” He mentioned as he carded his fingers through your hair.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, “Why don’t they just come over for dinner?” Chris’ head snaps down at you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll cook and they could come over for dinner. Plus aren’t they just coming from the airport? I’m sure they’d want to be comfortable instead of going to a restaurant.” You explained as you flipped over to rest on your elbows. Chris looked at you adoringly as you waited for him to reply.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked sounding a bit shocked.

“Yeah, of course I would, Chris. They’re you’re family and you’ve mentioned that you’ve been missing them for a while. So whatever makes you happy.”

Chris says nothing before he leans forward to catch your lips into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him as he turns you over so you’re resting on your back.

’Cause I'll be

Switchin' them positions for you

Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom

I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops

Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do

That I won't do, switchin’ for you

“Chris. If— If I’m going to be cooking—“ you begin to say but Chris just keeps interrupting you with his lips. You laugh as you push his face away from yours. He opens his eyes and looks down at you upset.

“Baby, if I’m going to cook for your family, I need to start now. I don’t even know what I’m gonna make yet.” Chris hangs his head down as he huffs.

“We can figure that out later, right now I just wanna show you how much I love you right now.” He moved your hands off his shoulders and used one of his hands to hold both your wrists above you.

His pupils were dilated as he gazed lovingly at you. He turns away for a second to tell Dodger to leave the room. When you hear the pitter patters of Dodger’s nails down the hall, Chris slots himself in between your legs. He presses his hard on against your clothed mound making your breath hitch. His lips meet yours again, but this time they moved slower as if they were savoring the feeling of you against them.

You wrap your legs around his torso and push his hips down to meet yours as you grind against him. The feeling makes you moan as his bulge rubs against you. You could feel yourself starting to get wetter and wetter as Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth.

You whine as you try to get your wrists out of his grip. You bite down on his lip as you pull away to stare up at him with your hazy eyes. The action causes Chris to groan and rut his hips against you even more. You let go of his lip and kiss down his jaw to his neck.

“Take those off.” You whine as your feet kick at his boxers.

“Impatient, huh?” Chris chuckles before he listens to you. You feel his length brush up against your thigh making you want him even more.

“I want you in me, Chris.” You moan against his ear. Chris uses his free hand to remove your panties and toss them to the side. His cold fingers run past your folds as he spreads your wetness. The coldness compared to your warmth made you flinch.

“Look at that, baby. Got you all wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He tsked huskily as he brings his fingers with your juices to rest on your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers and swirl your tongue around them as you taste yourself on him.

“I love you so much. Do you know that?” He asks you through gritted teeth. He takes his length and starts to stroke it. You bite your lip as you see his red tip glaring up at you. You could see the pre cum drip from his slit and onto your stomach. You take some of his pre cum and bring it down to your pussy to mix with your arousal.

“Fuck.” Chris groans as he sees your fingers scissor your folds making you writhe underneath him. Your head felt like it was in a haze as you stroked yourself while Chris sucked and toyed with you nipples. Chris began to move south but you stop him.

“Baby, as much as I would like to have you eat me out, I really need to get a head start on cooking.” You painfully tell him. You really wanted him down there but it was nearing the afternoon and you wanted to make sure the food was perfect for his family. Chris sighs knowing you’re right.

“Alright, alright. But my head’s going to be down there all day tomorrow. Wanna see you cum all over my face and drip down the sheets. You’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks.” He declares before lining himself up with your entrance. You lazily smile at him as you peck his lips.

Perfect, perfect

You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)

But I get tired of runnin', fuck it

Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too, (y/n).” He says before plunging himself into you. His length stretches you out, the burn of pain and pleasure made your back arch.

You’ve had sex with Chris many times, but the feeling of him entering you and stretching you out would never get old. You loved how your walls just molded around him and how he perfectly filled you up to the brim.

He begins to move out before plunging back into you. When Chris noticed that you’ve gotten comfortable with his length his thrusts began to speed up. You moved your knees to rest against your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. His rough thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned Chris’ name out loud.

“Hey, hey, no. Look at me.” He tilts your face at him so your eyes are connected. He rests his forehead against yours as his hands rest on your legs for leverage.

When he feels your walls tighten around him he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs tight circles and figure eights on it. You let out a high pitch moan as the tightness in your belly gets tighter.

“C—Chris I’m gonna cum.” You say through labored breathing.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, cum, I’m right behind you.” He tells you as he thrusts into you a few more times. Your orgasm takes over your body as you arch against Chris. He emptied himself into you, riding out his high.

The two of you laid beside each other on the bed as you caught your breath. You turned your head to look at Chris, to find him already looking at you.

“So, uh steak sounds really good for tonight.” He says making the two of you burst out in laughter.

This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)

But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)

'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too (And I'm down too)

Yeah, I'm down too

The dinner went by like a breeze. You took Chris’ advice and cooked some steak and pasta. You made sure to throw in some fries and chicken nuggets for the kids.

You were now in the living room, sitting with his mom and sisters as they told you old stories about Chris’ childhood.

“I swear that boy kept me on my toes. He was a good kid but always up to something. Poor Scott had to always cover for him.” Lisa mused as she shook her head.

“Yeah poor Scott!” You all heard Scott yell from the kitchen. You all laughed as the two brothers entered the room, a bottle of wine in Chris’ hand as Scott held multiple glasses.

“They haven’t been embarrassing me too much, right?” Chris asked you as he helped you off the couch to sit in your spot. He guided you to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arm around your torso.

“No, besides the fact that you’re a troublemaker and slept with diapers till you were like five.” You teased him.

“Oh come ‘ahn, ma!” He groaned throwing his head back. Lisa put her hands up as she pointed at his sister, “It was Carly!”

They began to talk about how the kids were growing up and caught up with each other’s daily lives. You sat against Chris’ chest as you listened to them.

“You alright?” Chris whispered into your ear as he noticed you get quiet.

“Yeah, are you alright?” You asked turning to face him.

“I’m perfect. Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.” He tells you quietly so only you can hear. A small smile is on his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Anytime, hun.” You kiss his forehead and tune back into Carly talking about one of her student interactions at work. You felt Chris relax against you as he leaned back onto the couch.

This was why you did the things you did for him. To see him visibly relax around his family and let him feel like he was home. You loved the way his eyes lit up when his niece or nephews would tell him about something new they learned. Or how happy he gets when Scott tells him about some new adventure he and his boyfriend went on. You adored his happiness and you’d do anything in the world to see him like this everyday.

[sgstories123]

Guess who?

Cindy, Huixin and Farah were at Kate’s condominium. As it was very warm, they went for an afternoon swim in the pool. As they were good friends, they had even bought their bikinis together. The bikinis were all similar except that Cindy’s was pink, Huixin’s was yellow, Farah’s was green and Kate’s was white. There were not many people at the pool except for an elderly couple sunbathing at the side of the pool and a mother with two kids. The four friends enjoyed themselves in the water and making lots of noise. The elderly couple smiled at them but the mother was obviously upset and left the pool with her kids after a while. Some time later, a man in his forties entered the pool. He smiled at the girls and tried to make small talk, but the girls ignored him and moved to another part of the pool.

“He still staring at us,” whispered Farah.

“He staring at you, lah,” replied Huixin. “Who asked you to have such big breasts, bouncing up and down like waving to him like that? And I told you to get a bigger size for your bikini, right? There is hardly enough cloth to cover anything.”

Farah laughed. Everyone was jealous of her D cup and round, perfect ass. Not that the rest of the girls did not have a good figure, but in her presence, they pale in comparison. Cindy and Kate were  C cup and even slim, athletic Huixin had a decent pair of B cup.

Cindy swam up to Huixin and Farah. “I think he is having an erection. I saw his cock was almost peering out of his trunks when I swam near him.”

“Eww. Let’s get back to my place. Grab a towel and we can take a bath there. Don’t want to linger here with that pervert here.” Kate got up of the pool and quickly walked out of the pool. The other girls giggled and followed her. “Prudish Kate,” whispered Farah. The other two girls laughed.

The girls reached Kate’s condominium unit and entered the flat. A man dressed only in a pair of black shorts was watching television in the living room.

“When did you come home? I thought you will only be back tomorrow?” Kate was surprised to see her brother, Ken.

“The army let me book out early. I have not been home for nearly 3 weeks but you don’t seem happy to see me.” Ken smiled. “Out swimming? Your friends?” Ken’s eyes moved quickly from one girl to another, admiring their figures in the brightly coloured bikinis.

“Yeah.” Kate responded curtly and turned to walk to her room. But her friends were interested in her cute-looking brother. Ken had short hair and a muscular body. As he was topless, he exposed his abdominal muscles and a faint shadow of pubic hair reaching out of his shorts to his belly button.

Farah, never the shy one, plonked down the seat beside Ken. “My name’s Farah…” But Farah never finished her sentence as Kate pulled her up from the sofa and pushed all of them into her room. Ken could only hear the girls squealing in laughter.

“Behave yourself, Farah. That’s my brother. Don’t be up to your usual tricks.” Kate warned Farah who was lying down on Kate’s bed.

“But you never told me that he was so cute. You know I can’t stop myself whenever a cute guy is available.” Farah protested.

“Usually, I will say a friend’s brother is off-limits. But Kate, your brother is too cute so the rule does not apply. Even if Farah is not interested, I will still be interested. You are really at fault here for not letting us meet him sooner.” Cindy teased Kate further.

“Sex-crazed bitches!” Kate smiled in exasperation. “Don’t blame me if this turns out bad. I know my brother. He is not worth it.”

“So permission granted for us to fuck him? You don’t get horny and want to fuck him yourself, okay, sister?” Farah’s eyes gleamed brightly.

“You crazy? He is my brother. I won’t fuck him. And, as I said, I think you will regret it. I don’t think he is any good in bed.” Kate shook her head. Her friends are all crazy when it comes to boys. They will just sleep with any good-looking guys. Was she being too conservative? She knew that her friends were calling her prudish and a nun behind her back.

Just then, Ken walked past the room and tried to steal a glance at the girls. All fours pairs of eyes were looking at him and he sheepishly pretended that he was just going to the kitchen.

“Hey Ken!” Farah shouted.

“Yes?” Ken turned back and walked into the room. “What is it?”

“You see, we are having a little disagreement over here and I was wondering if you could help us resolve it.” Farah tried to sound as innocent as she could. The other girls were trying hard not to laugh, wondering what she was up to.

Farah decided to approach it boldly. “We were wondering who amongst us gives the best blowjob. I think I am the clear winner but unfortunately, my friends don’t agree with me. So I was wondering whether you can help us out?”

“What do you want me to do?” Ken was getting suspicious.

“Well, since you are the only person with a dick here, how about we give you a blowjob and you be the judge. Tell us who gives you the best blowjob.” Farah eyed Ken carefully. She saw a glimmer of interest in his eyes and noticed that his cock seemed to be getting hard, making a little tent in his shorts.

“I guess I can help with them.” Ken seemed to hesitate just a moment before replying. He looked at his sister. “Is Kate joining in as well?”

“Of course not. Are you out of your mind? I am your sister.” Kate retorted fiercely. Yet, somehow, she felt aroused that her brother is thinking of getting a blowjob from her.

“Oh.” Ken sounded disappointed. ”So, how should we do this?” He tried to change the subject.

“Well, we need to blindfold you so that it will be fair. Also, we need to tie your hands so that you do not touch us and guess who is giving you the blowjob. Does that sound okay to you?” Farah continued. She was smiling to herself. She saw the look of disappointment in Ken and thought maybe she could do something for him.

“I guess that sounds fair.” Ken agreed.

Farah took off her bikini and allowed her large breasts to pop free. Ken was staring at those huge breasts but not for long. Farah used her bikini and covered Ken’s eyes, blindfolding him with it. As she was tying the bikini on him, she brushed her breasts onto Ken’s face. Without conscious thought, Ken stuck out his tongue and tried to lick her nipples.

“You naughty boy.” Farah chided Ken.

The rest of the girls took Farah’s lead and removed their bikinis. They then used them to tie Ken’s hands to the bed.

“Okay. So this is how we play the game. Each of us will give you a blowjob for 1 minute and then at the end, you tell us which one of us did better. The winner gets to blow you till you cum. The first person will start now. Ready.” Farah nodded to Cindy and motioned for her to go first.

Cindy pulled down Ken’s shorts and for the first time, the girls saw Ken’s cock. It was already hard and rigid, with veins protruding along its length. As expected, Ken was very hairy with the pubic hair extending almost to his belly button. Farah turned to Kate and from the looks on her face, realised that it must be the first time that Kate was seeing her brother’s cock. She smiled to herself. Prudish Kate.

Cindy wasted no time and started licking Ken’s cock. With one hand, she stroked his balls seductively while the other squeezed his rod, trying to exert pressure.

“Next.” Farah interrupted. Cindy reluctantly moved away and let Farah take her place. Farah did not bother with the preliminaries and swallowed Ken’s cock whole. She sucked forcefully and circled the base of his cock with her fingers. Ken groaned in shock at the forceful attack. He could feel his sperm being suck out of him and he tried to distract himself from cumming.

In a sense, he was relieved when Huixin took over from Farah. Huixin focused on the tip of Ken’s cock, first dripping drops of her saliva onto his glans and using her tongue to rub them all over the tip of his cock. Her fingers massages the most sensitive tip of his penis, delivering little shocks of pleasure to his whole body.

“All right. Tell us. Which blowjob was the best?” Farah commanded when Huixin’s time was up.

“Oh my god. They were all so good.” Ken managed to gasp.

“No. Don’t cheat. Choose one. Or you won’t get to cum.” Farah threatened.

“The second one.” Ken decided.

Farah smiled and made a V sign with her fingers. She went between Ken’s legs and started sucking on his cock again. This time, she took her time to enjoy herself, slowly sucking and caressing Ken’s body seductively, She squeezed his nipples and touched his muscles seductively. Finally, her hands moved down to his balls and cock, squeezing them with alternate levels of force. She realised that Ken was now shoving his cock into her mouth, at a quickening pace. He must be shooting soon. She stroked his cock harder, applying more pressure and with a final thrust into her mouth, Ken groaned, shooting almost 3 weeks of cum into her mouth. Farah tried to swallow as much as she can, but it was too much and some dripped out of her mouth.

She sat up, looking at Ken panting, with beads of perspiration all over his body. She saw both Cindy and Huixin fingering themselves, obviously enjoying the show that she put on for them. Kate had a look of confusion on her. Farah walked up to Kate and whispered softly. “Are you okay?”

Kate nodded.

“Do you want to suck him too?” Farah asked.

Kate was hesitant but finally shook her head. Farah smiled.

Turning to Ken, she asked “Do you know who gave the blowjob?”

“No. But it was very good.” Ken replied.

“Well, we are not feeling so good. You cummed but not us. I think you should repay the favour and let us ride you until we cummed. Fair?” Farah looked at the girls and saw Cindy and Huixin nodding in agreement enthusiastically.

“Yeah. But can I fuck you without my blindfold? I also want to touch you.” Ken tried to bargain.

“Well, that depends on whether you can satisfy us.” Farah smiled.

Huixin was already pushing away Farah so that she can straddle Ken. She gave Ken’s cock a few strokes and it quickly became hard again. Huixin was already wet and quickly guided Ken’s cock into her. She sighed in pleasure, slowly enjoying how Ken’s cock was filling her hole. She grinned herself on Ken’s cock, moving forwards and backwards slowly. As she increased her pace, she squeezed her nipples, trying to enjoy herself as much as she can. She felt her orgasm approaching and bit her lips so as to stifle her moans. She grabbed Ken’s shoulders, before collapsing on top of him in exhaustion.

Cindy pushed Huixin away and pushed Ken’s cock in her. She bent forward, kissing Ken. Their tongues met and fought in their mouths. Cindy slid along Ken’s body, enjoying the full body contact. Ken, on his part, could feel Cindy’s pair of breast massaging his body. Cindy moaned as she felt her orgasm approaching. She froze, letting her pleasure overcome her.

Farah saw that it was her turn and being the aggressive lover, simply straddled Ken and plunged herself onto his hard cock. She rode him hard, humping up and down on him, squeezing his cock with her cunt. Again, Ken found himself unable to restrain himself.

“I am cumming,” he warned.

“Let’s cum together.” Farah moaned. She quickened her pace and within minutes, both came, with Ken ejaculating his load into Farah. Farah collapsed onto him. Ken’s cock became soft and plopped out of her cunt. Sperm flowed out and left a line down Ken’s body and onto Kate’s bed.

Farah got up and motioned to Cindy and Huixin to leave the room. Before Farah left the room, she whispered to Kate. “We are leaving. Even if you fuck Ken, we will not know. Neither will Ken.”

Farah smiled and closed the door behind her.

Kate looked at her naked brother covered in her friends’ and his own cum. She looked down and realised that her bikini has a large wet patch.

[leafs-lover]

Because Two People Got Drunk: 38

Chapter 38

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, smut; I think that’s it?

Word Count: 3200

“Your mom can never leave" you mumble as Fred crawls up behind you, wrapping his arm around you. The clock reads 9:15, and every day since Charlotte arrived she has let you sleep in. Fred asked her to come to help you with the playoffs starting. Your due date is still weeks away but he worries about something happening while he is at the rink or on road games.

You hear him chuckle slightly as his hand gently roams over your stomach “I’m sure she’d be fine with that, she’s loving being around the boys.” He gently presses kisses into your shoulder as the two of you lie in bed basking in the last few minutes of quiet.

“We need to go" you mumble as you feel him shift closer, his dick pressing between your ass cheeks.

“Why?” he shifts onto his forearm and begins gently sucking on your neck.

“Because you have practice at 11, and if we don’t get up now you won’t be able to eat and get ready in time. And breakfast smells ah-mazing” you moan as he nips along your shoulder.

“I don’t smell anything" he mumbles pressing you so your back is on the mattress. His hand trails up your stomach stopping on one of your breasts.

“Trust me and my pregnancy nose" you groan as he begins massaging your breast in his large hand.

“Babe" you gasp when he gently bites your collarbone. “I’m hungry.”

“Babies not even here and already blocking me" he smiles pulling away and off you. You laugh remembering after the twins came home from the hospital, and were still sleeping in their bassinets in your room. Every time you and Fred would try anything, even if it was just kissing one of the twins would cry. Every single time.

“Let’s get you some food mama" he says pulling you out of bed.

Once downstairs you see Oliver sitting at the table and the twins are on the floor while Charlotte makes breakfast. While pouring your morning coffees Fred walks over to the twins.

“Dadda" Noah calls reaching out for Fred to pick him up.

“Did he just talk?” you ask setting the pot down. The past few weeks the twins have become more vocal, babbling out sounds. You had a feeling they would likely start talking soon; it was just a matter of time.

“Oh he sure did" Fred cheers throwing him up in the air lightly before resting him on his hip “he sure did.”

You walk over and kiss his forehead “I really wanted it to be momma” you whine with a smile on your face.

“Maybe it’ll be Luke’s he smirks kissing Noah’s head again, though you aren’t sure. You walked in on Fred sitting on the floor with the twins a few days ago repeating “dadda” trying to get them to say it back. It appears his work paid off.

**

“Babe we still have time to do this" you smile leaning against the door frame to the nursery later that night. Fred is sitting on the floor with all the crib pieces laid out in front of him, holding the instructions. You can see the confused look as he compares two different pieces, trying to figure out what one is correct.

“The twins came early, Ollie came early. I have a feeling this one will too" he responds not looking up to you. “Still a bit to do. Need the change table and dresser, swap the curtains” he trails off looking at the instructions.

You walk in further and place a soft kiss on his forehead before sitting on the chair currently placed by the closet to allow Fred the space to build. Scanning around the room; while still a long ways from being completed; you are happy to see the room slowly taking shape.

Fred grabs the second fork “ready” he raises his eyebrow at you “close your eyes.”

You give him a sideways glance “they told me the flavours are better when faint. That they can become overpowering, so they also recommended dying the icing” he explains. “But let’s see if we can tell from the taste first.”

“Okay” you say closing your eyes “ready.”

“Okay” he says and you hear his fork scrap along the glass. Reaching out you grab some and you both bring it to your mouths; immediately you know what it is setting the plate down. Before you have even swallowed Fred’s lips are on yours, smushing some icing into yours.

“I really thought it would be a girl” he laughs as your eyes flick to find his deep brown orbs.

“Really? I didn’t” you wipe some cake off his cheek.

“I just didn’t think I’d go 4/4 on the boys” his lips gently press back against yours.

“I mean we’re pretty good at raising boys” you laugh “have three of them. Besides she would instantly become your favourite girl, I don’t know if I want to be your number two.”

“Yeah that would be hard for you” he laughs. “Being my number one girl for so long only to have to give it up. Me on the other hand I never had that honour. Your number one boy was never reserved for me. First it was Ollie’s, and soon it will be a four way tie and I’ll be the 5th most important man in your life.”

“If it makes you feel better it’s a close fifth, you barely miss the cut.” He doesn’t respond instead smirks and gently presses another kiss to your lips.

“I love you” he mumbles sliding his hand up your oversized shirt, finding the hem of your shorts. His fingers dance along the hem, playing with it before hooking his fingers under it to pull them down your body.

“I love you too” you moan pulling your head away slightly. He gently spreads your legs open as his index fingers ghosts back up the skin ever so lightly. Goosebumps erupt on your skin along the trail he touches. Your hands find his bare shoulders and slide over his broad muscles. He places open mouth kisses on your neck as your legs squirm slightly under him. His feather light touch continues trailing further up your legs as they fall open for him.

He slowly crawls down your body, lifting your t-shirt above your bump. He begins peppering kisses all over your stomach as you pull your last article of clothing off your body. Your nipple hardens as his hand begins to gently massage it.

“Mmm Fred” you moan as you fall back into the pillows, eyes closing.

Suddenly everything stops and you feel the mattress shift beside you. Your eyes snap open looking to your left to see Fred on his back. He is resting on the pillows near the headboard, his bulge very obvious in his boxers.

“Come here" he beckons you over.

Straddling him you roll your hips against him. His clothed member presses into your wet folds as you moan out.

“Up here baby" he mumbles grabbing your hands. He has a large smirk as he pulls you up his body until you are hovering above his mouth. You feel his warm exhale on your folds sending a tingling down your spine directly to your core.

His hands stroke over your legs before firmly gripping your hips to pull you down. His beard rubs against your thighs as his lips connect to yours.

Curse words fall from you as his tongue strokes up your folds. He licks your juices, moaning as he tastes your slick heat.

“Fuck you taste so good" he praises as his mouth attaches to your folds and he begins to suck. You try to pull away but his rough grip tightens locking you onto his face.

“Freddie" you moan bringing one hand to the wooden headboard and the other into his red locks. Your hands grasp at the roots tangling in causing him to groan under you.

You feel his tongue spread you apart and slide inside you. He curls it as it slides in further until his nose is firmly pressed into your clit. His tongue fucks in and out of you as his nose dives deeper causing a slew of curse words to fall from your lips. His strokes are soft and delicate, but you can feel your walls tensing around him.

Fred smirks from below you knowing you are getting close. His strong hands pull you closer, his beard rubbing against your thighs. Your legs begin to tremble as your hand bracing the headboard begins to slide. You feel the familiar coil in your stomach begin to tighten. Your walls begin to twitch and you take some deep breaths; you have been having a lot of sex since arriving two days ago and its beginning to be too much.

“Fred" you huffed pushing off of him with some force. His hands drop from your hips as you roll off of him.

“What babe?” he asks bringing a hand to your knee.

“I’m really sensitive” you groan “I don’t think I have two in me today.”

His face relaxes and a big grin spreads across it. “That’s fine babe” he smirks “hop back on, I want to finish.”

“If I do I don’t think I’ll be able to" your eyes drop to his tented boxers.

“I don’t care" he laughs trying to pull you back on top of him.

“But I want to" you nudge your head back towards his hard member with a devilish grin.

“Fine" he groans displeased though he has a smirk on his face.

Your hand palms over him a few times before slipping under the band. You feel some of his precum with your thumb and spread it around the tip. His eyes roll back into his head and you tug on him a few times.

His hands find his boxers and push them down his thighs, the sound of his hard member slapping against his stomach fills the room.

You continue to stroke over him a few times as he groans beside you. You try to shimmy down the bed, but Fred grips your other wrist.

He carefully pushes you onto your back crawling over you. You feel his member poke at your folds as you grip his chain pulling his face closer to yours.

Your lips meet, and next your tongue slides into his mouth. He tastes like you with a faint hint of banana. Simultaneously his member begins to slip inside your folds; swallowing your moans pressing in further. Finally he bottoms out and he pulls back slightly sucking on your bottom lip.

“You feel so good" he groans as your warmth welcomes him.

Your leg wraps around his waist and his head falls against your collar bone.

“God you feel so fucking good baby" he groans as his hips snap and he begins a slow and deep pace. Your nails find his shoulder and dig in to his warm skin.

“Fuck" he mumbles sinking his teeth into your collarbone.

He hits your cervix with every thrust, dragging his cock along your walls. Your back arches off the bed and you roll your hips onto him.

“I’m close babe" you mumble taking your nails down his back.

“Wait for me elskede" he whispers.

“I can’t” you groan as your breathing becomes erratic.

“Yes you can" he orders from above you.

All you manage is a whine as he increases his pace, chasing his own release. Your eyes snap shut trying to stop yourself from tumbling over the ledge.

Thrust after thrust your moans have become whimpers. You try to talk but strangled sounds are all you can manage.

You feel him stutter above you, but you can’t wait any longer. Your body trembles and you feel your walls clench around him. A slew of curse words spill from both of your lips as he works you through your high. One hand finds his hair as the other slides down his slick back, scratching along his muscles.

“Fuck” he groans into your neck.

After a few more thrusts you hear him grunt and his warmth floods your walls. He stills and his head falls onto your shoulder while your nails gently run through his hair.

“You’re the best boy mom" he mumbles pushing himself onto his elbows.

“Only because I have the best boys" you smile.

“Yeah but he won’t be in here for a while” you smile rubbing a hand over your stomach.

“I just want it to be ready for him. We thought we had time with the twins and then they came early. It was mayhem. We were busy going back and forth from the hospital for a few weeks and when they came home their room wasn’t even painted. We were so tired and the nursery wasn’t ready for them.”

“Mhm and then we hired someone and they painted and built the furniture and they were in it three days later" you explain.

“I said I was going to do it (Y/N), so I’m going to do it" he says dismissively tightening an allen key.

“If you didn’t wait until you were 32 weeks pregnant to pick everything out I would have had this done before the playoffs began” he groans.

You roll your eyes at that. You spent the weeks since the all-star break scouring Pinterest looking at design ideas, sending Fred screenshots. He gave his input and sent you his thought back, but planning the nursery was pushed to the back burner. You have been spending most of your time watching the boys and trying to finalize the wedding details before Charlotte came to Pittsburgh.

When you finally picked out the design Fred was just about to start the playoffs, but he still went out to the paint store and bought the supplies needed. He worked away at it throughout he first series, painting the room in portions due to the time required and the lack he had with hockey. But he still managed to get the room painted.

He told you he wanted to do this one himself. The only thing he didn’t want to do was change the light out of fear of messing up the electrical. Once he finished painting he brought someone in for a couple hours to do that work but now the rest is on him.

As much as you love watching him take the initiative to do this, his eagerness to get this complete tonight has you a little irritated because you would rather be doing something else. The twins are asleep and you can hear Charlotte and Ollie laughing downstairs at the movie they are watching.

“Do you have to do this tonight" you pout “I kind of had something else in mind.”

“Does he need a crib (Y/N)?” he picks up the instructions looking on the ground for something.

“Yes" you reply hearing him grumble about the allen key being lost.

“Then I’m building his crib. The playoffs can be crazy; I don’t have a game tonight or one to prepare for so I can do it now. If I wait who knows when I’ll get the chance” he says absentmindedly. You know he is right; the Penguins swept Philly in round one and are awaiting their next opponent, but once that starts his free time will be gone.

He is holding up two pieces trying to screw them together but before the threads catch the screw falls to the floor and you hear him grumble under his breath. You can tell his patience is wearing thin so you get up and waddle over to him struggling to sit down “babe what are you doing?” he asks watching you.

“You need help” you explain as he drops the pieces holding a hand out to help you down.

“Thanks” you sigh sitting beside him. You take the two pieces and hold them together while he begins to screw the pieces together. Fred is focussed on building the crib but your eyes get lost watching him. You pull your lip through your bottom lip and can feel wetness pooling in your core.

He constantly has to repeat instructions or tap your ankle to get your attention. Normally Fred would give in to your lingering glances but tonight he just reminds you that you have less than two months.

“Goodnight daddy” Oliver skips into the room wrapping his arms around Fred’s neck.

“Goodnight buddy” he pulls him in for a big hug giving him a kiss on the forehead taking his first break of the last hour.

“Night mommy” he says walking over to you. He gives you a hug before leaning down to give your belly a kiss “goodnight brother” he says patting your stomach a few times, his new habit.

“Oh goodnight baby” you say pulling him in to kiss his forehead.

“”Frederik! She is pregnant get her off that floor” Charlotte scolds stepping into the room.

“If I thought she would listen I would try” he calls out as the two of them head down the hall.

The crib is coming along, starting to take shape when you start to feel some pain in your lower back. You wince slightly and shift trying to get comfortable groaning slightly. A few choked moans get caught in your throat as you take a few deep sighs.

“You okay?” Fred asks seeing you. He drops the pieces in his hands, focussing solely on you. Every time you have any kind of pain or discomfort he immediately thinks you are going into pre-term labour, a risk due to your pregnancies being close together.

You bring your hand to your hip taking a deep breath, your eyes close trying to push the pain from your focus. Fred sets the pieces down and rises to his feet; he hooks his arms under your armpits helping you to your feet before scooping you up into his arms.

“I can walk” you say lightly bringing a hand to his hard chest. Fred only hums in response a light smirk on his face. He enjoys showing off his strength, always has. Before you got pregnant he would jokingly bench you or get you to climb on his back for push ups; something Oliver loves and has taken over since you are unable to at the moment.

He carries you down the hall and sets you in the bed resting on your side, placing your pregnancy pillow between your legs.

“Stay in bed” he places a soft kiss on your cheek sending heat down to your core “I’m almost done, I’ll be in soon.”

Before you can object you hear his soft tread heading towards the door and the sound of your door closing. You can hear Fred and his mom talking from the nursery, likely stepping in to help build the crib in your absence. You turn on your TV to a soft setting, finding some office reruns. You shift slightly getting comfortable while you wait for Fred to come to bed.

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[chrisdiels-babygirl]

Nobody asked for this but I wrote it anyway🤷🏼‍♀

Girls Need Love Too

This is my original writing, you do not have permission to copy it, changing the boy or slightly changing the details is still plagiarism. If I find out you copied my writing I will not hesitate to publicly shame you and report your sorry ass✌🏼😗

It was the early hours of Sunday morning, you roll over to realize Chris isn't beside you and his side of the bed is cold, you glance at your phone on the night stand beside the bed its 3:00Am. You start to wonder if Chris had even come to bed at all.

You begrudgingly yank the covers off your body, swinging your legs off the side of the bed, as your feet delicately touch the floor you wince at the coldness. You quickly scurry to the sitting room where you knew Chris would be slouched on the couch playing fortnight.

You stand against the wall with your arms crossed trying to keep yourself warm as the apartment got freezing at night and you were only wearing one of Christopher's t-shirts, you watched as he focused on the game, trying not to die, you loved the way his fingers would gracefully graze over the buttons on the controller and how you longed to have his fingers play with your body the same way, or how he swiped his tongue out over his bottom lip as he was concentrating, It made you think of all the sinful things chris could do with his tongue, the thought alone made you shiver, you loved the sound of his raspy voice speaking to Erick through his headset.

The floorboards creaked under the shuffling of your feet, Chris' head turned in your direction, "did I wake you up princesa", you gently smile at him as you pad over to straddle his lap, cuddling your face into the crook of his neck you meekly reply " no, I just couldn't sleep without you" and you place a gentle peck on his neck. Chris smiles to himself, while placing a soft kiss on your forehead, you let out a little sigh of happiness, glad to be back in his arms.

Christopher continued playing for another while, but the problem was, was that while he was playing you were watching him and secretly getting turned on.

Finally you took it upon yourself to start carefully placing sweet little pecks on his neck, which Chris found cute at first but it quickly became very hard for him to concentrate when you started sucking and biting on his sweet spot, he quickly turned and gave you a look that said why are you doing that. You slowly leaned up to his ear and whispered "because I would like some of your attention please", Chris looked at you, as he muted his mic he softly asked you " what kind of attention do you want nena", you grabbed on to his shoulders as you shifted your bare, wet pussy over his clothed cock, the only thing standing between you and his cock, being the thin material of his boxers, Chris' eyes quickly went wide as your gaze sunk to your thighs delicately placed around his waist, as a blush creeped it's way up your cheeks.

Chris unmuted his mic and quickly said to Erick " listen man, I have to take care of something really quick, but I'll be back in a while" Chris gave Erick no time to answer and straight away turned the game off.

Chris gently places his hands on the side of your face and pulls you closer to kiss you, as you pull away for breath your foreheads pressed against each other, your noses softly brushing against one anothers, he whispers " I'm all yours Hermosa, all you ever have to do is just ask". You start making out, loving the feeling of Chris' tounge exploring every inch of your mouth, you start grinding your hips down on him, he let's out a low growl in your mouth.

You stand up to kneel down between his legs, you spread his legs nice and wide, you gently run your nails along his thighs, he let's out a little whimper " nena por favor", you obediently nod your head as you drag his boxers off his body, he sighs of relief as the crisp air in the apartment hits his cock.

You lovingly gaze up at him through your eyelashes as you lick your quivering lips in anticipation, Chris let's out a deep throaty moan at the sight of you. You take a good look at him, appreciating every inch of his body, his handsome face, his tattoo's, his muscle's, his abs, his juicy thighs that looked good enough to ride and lastly his big, thick cock that was begging for your attention, you firmly grabbed ahold of the base of his cock with your dainty little hand and gently squeezing him a little bit as your tounge swirls around his leaking pink tip, you slowly lick from the base of his cock up to the tip, stopping to suck on his tip, watching as his head slowly tips back with his mouth wide open. You proceed to take his whole cock in your mouth, your nose gently brushing off his abdomen, as you continue to bob up and down on his cock, deep throating him, you palm his balls making sure that they get just as much attention as his cock, you look up at Chris to see him desperately grabbing at the couch beneath him, while he breathlessly calls your name out, you realize Chris is about to come when he starts rapidly trusting his hips into your mouth, you gag and moan around his cock, your spit all over his cock, drool leaking out the sides of your mouth, dripping down your neck pooling in between your breasts, as he fucks you pretty little mouth with his throbbing cock relentlessly, his cock begging to release in your mouth. Chris finally shoots his load into your mouth, you swallow every drop and continue to bob your head to milk Chris' high.

When he's finished he weakly says "nena stand up for me", you quickly stand on your feet, Chris sits up leaning forward to pull you to stand between his legs, his face being directly in front of your aching pussy the only thing blocking his view being the T-shirt you were wearing belonging to him. He gently placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing his thumbs in circles, he leaned in and started to place sweet soft kisses on your thighs, he took hold of your right leg and placed your foot on his left thigh, he licked, sucked and bit his way up the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of little red marks behind him, you let out little whines and moans in anticipation, you could feel him smirking on the inside of your thigh, he stopped just before he got to your pussy.

He slowly lifted his T-shirt up over your stomach and placed gentle kisses up your hips to your stomach, you looked at him " papi por favor, I need you", Chris looked at you, your arousal dripping down the inside of your left thigh, Pooling at your foot and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, he had no idea you had been this turned on. "Take off my T-shirt hermosa" he softly whispered, you proceeded to do as your told, when you took his T-shirt off you placed your foot back up on his thigh for him "good girl, baby" he rasply replied, he gripped your thigh pulling it up over his shoulder for better access.

He placed an open mouth kiss on your clit, your body quivered with the sensation it sent through your body, as you let out a blissful moan, he glanced up at you through his thick lashes "aye dios mio nena, your not going to last very long, are you?", you shook your head " no papi", you both knew there was no way you were gonna last long, you were far to sensitive and he had barely even touched you, Chris just seemed to have that effect on your body.

His tounge delved inside your aching pussy, lapping up all your juices, letting out grunts of satisfaction as he sucked and tugged on your aching clit, like he was starving and your wet cunt was a full course meal, he started pumping two of his fingers inside your tight hole, the feeling of his rough fingers and the contrast of the cool metal rings adorning his fingers had you coming in no time, you rapidly bucked your hips as Chris rode your high out.

When you had finished, you sat down, straddling his lap again, you started to aggressively make out with him again, both of you tasting your self's off each others tounge, you both moaned into each others mouth loving every second of this moment, as the two of you continued to make out, your hand reached down to pump Chris' cock that was still semi hard, he gently pulled away from you "whatcha doin" he asked with a lazy smile etched across his plump, kissable lips, you leaned forward and whispered as your lips softly brushed against his ear " papi may I ride your cock, por favor Bebé", Chris couldn't believe his ears, you were being so straight forward, normally you were his shy little baby, but he was loving you telling him exactly what you want.

He nodded with a shit eating grin on his face "si hermosa, all you have to do is ask and papi will give you what you want nena". You leaned forward place a sweet but firm kiss on his lips, it didnt take long for Chris to respond. Chris helped you stick his cock inside your pussy, oh how you both loved the way your pussy stretched around his cock to accommodate to his size, you wished you could keep his cock inside you all the time, it felt amazing to have him snug inside you throbbing.

You gazed into his eyes, seeing them overflowing with the pure love and adoration he had just reserved for you, before grabbing hold of his shoulders for support, he gripped your waist ready to keep you balanced, you started to move up and down his cock, the two of you in other bliss, the sounds of your skin slapping bouncing off the walls along with both your moans. Chris angled his hips to start thrusting up into you when he felt your movements getting sloppy and his thumb traveled down to your swollen pink clit to rub desperate circles to bring you closer to your second orgasm, while he sucked on your nipple like his life depended on it, your body started to shake "fuck papi I'm gonna cum" his spare hand traveled up between your breasts and gently squeezed your throat as he whispered in your ear " cum nena, make a mess on papi's cock like the dirty little girl you are princesa" and with that you were cumming on his cock, your pussy clenching around Chris' cock, it wasn't long after Chris came inside you filling you up to the brim with his warm sticky cum, both of you out of breath, your sweaty foreheads resting against one another, gazing into each others eyes. Chris broke the silence first "nena that was amazing", you shyly smiled at him "gracias papi for giving me some of your attention", he smirked at you "as I said nena if you want papi's attention, all you ever have to do is ask bebé".

You lazily placed your head back in the crook of his neck and placed your hand resting on his chest, while he turned fortnight back on, Chris placed a kiss on your forehead as your eyes gently fluttered closed while you listened to Chris talk to Erick through his headset again.

[imnotwolverine]

Rock the boat

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: In case anyone wondered; I just now crossed the 70k word mark on this story, so: yaay!

Lisa and Henry have taken a moment’s respite from their busy schedules to go on some well-earned holidays. 

Word count: 4.698

Disclaimer: fluff and smut

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This is part 16 of the Tea for Two story.

You can find the Masterlist here.

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I steadied my hands on either side of the small hallway as the boat rocked on heavy waves, my fingers tracing the mahogany woodwork before they reached the door to our cabin. Coming inside I was welcomed by a heady mix of our bodily scents. Henry’s musky scent mixed rather nicely with my herb-like perfume, and the slight traces of our past bedroom activities only made me crave more bedroom activities.

I glanced over at the pile of white linen sheets, arms and legs sticking out at either ends and couldn’t help but suppress a smile. Sweet bear. The soft early morning light rendered him the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.  

I wobbled to the bed, finding him still fast asleep, his head pressed face first into the white pillows. He had moved to the middle of the bed while I had gone out for a bathroom break, leaving almost no room for me to join back in. ‘Bear..’ I whispered, gently nudging him to move, while I took off my bath robe.

‘Mmmpff.’ He groaned. The boat rolled off another wave, making me lose my footing, my body inadvertently toppling over Henry’s drowsy frame. ‘Ieeks!’ I squeaked, a mixture of shock and amusement making my heart beat a touch faster. I quickly sat up, finding my naked legs now straddling the backs of Henry’s thick thighs, my hands at either sides of his broad back.

‘A bit early for wrestling no?’ His husky sleep-laced voice came out slightly muffled by the pillows. ‘Sorry..’ I whispered with a smile, climbing off of him and tugging his arm to try and make some room for myself. He chuckled, turning his head ever so slightly to give me a mischievous glance. ‘Well go on then.’ He challenged. I raised my eyebrows at him. ‘I’m cold. Lemme back in Hen!’ I pouted, making another half-arsed attempt to pull away his arm. ‘Mm-mmm,’ He shook his head ever so slightly, before wiggling his ass beneath the blankets, a broad smile arching his lips.

‘You are incorrigible!’ I laughed, patting him on his buttocks. The boat rocked again, making me jolt forward so I sat on all fours across Henry’s back. ‘Oophf. This storm.’ I muttered, deciding on a new tactic to get Henry to move. My eyes flew over his sleepy body. The tumble of his dark curls, his half-bared back, two arms the size of logs wrapped around his pillow. Nope, can’t possibly move them. I looked further down. Blankets. Blankets. And then. Feet. Ha! I reached out my hand and let the tips of my fingers gently graze over the soles of his feet.

Instantly he pulled up his feet, groaning in dismay. ‘Ohh..that works huh.’ I chuckled, moving up the blankets so I could tickle him again. ‘Mnoooo.’ He protested, quickly rolling us over and capturing me in below one of his arms. ‘Little minx.’ He whispered huskily in my ear. I chuckled, fully enjoying the way his warm arm now captured my small frame. I wrapped my arms around him as he lowered himself onto his forearms, his lips kissing the top of my head. ‘Mmmm you’re cold.’ He groaned, using one of his hands to pull up the blankets around us. ‘Oh now I’m allowed back underneath the blankets, huh?’ I laughed, letting one of my hands travel back to his side, tickling him just below the ribs. He jolted.

‘EY! Don’t!’ He gave me a playful pat on the thigh. ‘Or what..hmm?’ I giggled, letting my other hand also stroke ever so lightly over his ribs. His chest jerked away from my touch. ‘Two can play that game.’ He roared, climbing on top of me and fully caging me underneath his large body. His legs resting at either side of my hips, his hands placed next to my head, he peered down at me. He still looked ever bit as sleepy, but his eyes had gotten back to that stormy hue. Ready to devour me.

I wiggled enticingly before letting both my hands glide over his ribs again. He let out a pent up breath, his nostrils flaring as his eyes darkened further. ‘Naughty..’ he warned. I raised an eyebrow. ‘Well you wouldn’t let me get back in bed..’ I said sweetly, raking my nails over his abs, my hands halting just a little above his quickly growing erection. I pouted cutely at him as he forced himself to take deep slow breaths. I looked down, the blanket forming a little tent over our naked bodies, my eyes lazily gliding along the arrow of curls that led my gaze down his chest…down to…OOPH. I’ll never get used to how big this man is. My hands moved back up, grazing his ribs again ever so lightly, my eyes still trailing along his body.

It was all it took to bring him over the edge.

Henry’s hands moved with lightning speed, forcing my hands up above my head as he locked them beneath one of his hands, his other hand starting a merciless tickle assault on my body. I immediately started to jolt, screaming out laughing. ‘NOOO..NOO…hahahahah.. HEN! DON’T! We’ll wake the whole crew.’ I squirmed beneath him, my eyes pressed closed as I gasped for breaths between my giggles. 

‘Well you best be quiet then.’ He said huskily, his voice humming darkly in my ear. His fingers slowly traced down my ribs, to my belly, then further down. I squealed and jolted as his fingers trailed down, before finally moving to my folds, his thumb easily finding my nub and giving it an experimental twirl. 

‘Umphff..I can’t!’ I protested, my laughter husky and needy, my back arching up from the bed. 

Just then the boat rocked over another large wave, further enhancing the tingles that crept through my nerves. I felt my stomach flutter as the boat was lifted, offering us a second of weightlessness before the ocean sucked us back into its abyss, dropping several meters. Henry lost his balance, his body now pressing me into the bed a bit more as he steadied himself.

Our eyes met. His eyes dark and stormy, mine cheekily glinting. His breath steady and slow, mine erratic, an occasional chuckle escaping my lips.

I bit my lip as I felt his hand wander back towards my clit, his eyes quickly flitting down my body. The boat was rolling up another wave. Higher. Higher and ..higher. I could feel it in the way my stomach was curling up again. Ha. Perfect. Now let’s see who can wrestle. 

Henry was too occupied with visually caressing my body to even notice the little light bulb that popped up over my head, my bodyweight sneakily shifting in such a way I could topple him over.

And...

The boat crashed down again, making Henry lose his balance, again - fools never learn do they? - just long enough for me to pull a hand free and use the leverage to roll on top of him. 

Henry let out a surprised sigh as my body was now pressing him into the soft sheets, his eyes growing even darker as he instantly hooked his legs to anchor my legs to the bed. Ever the jiu jitsu master.

I wasn’t quite prepared for that and fell flat on his chest, a gasp escaping my lips as my lips were now pressed against his curly chest hair. I laughed and took a breath as Henry recaptured my hands, stretching them out on either side of us, his strength far superior to mine, rendering me completely at his mercy.

‘Let’s see if you can escape from that huh, little vixen.’ He whispered, his chest reverberating as his dark voice escaped his lips. He had such a delicious morning voice. Raspy, dark and deeply rumbling.

‘Maybe..’ I quirked, moving my head up ever so slightly so I could look up at his face. He raised a challenging eyebrow, making me chuckle. ‘Well then?’ He shifted his hips, pressing his very evident erection even harder against my belly. Skin touching skin. 

I smiled, bending back down and flitting out my tongue, its tip teasing small wet traces across his chest, until I reached his right nipple. I looked back up as I lowered my tongue again, daintily licking the little nub. He chuckled. ‘Mhm. That your tactic?’ He was not impressed. I grinned in turn, moving my mouth closer to his nipple, now letting my teeth join the dance.

Pearly whites dragged across his skin, the aching pink traces they left soothed by my wet hot tongue. And just like expected, Henry let out a soft moan. I hummed, taking it as a small victory, before repeating the steps on his other nipple, earning the same soft sound that escaped his lips. Good. I continued my administrations while my hips and belly started to roll and press in hard circular motions, offering his penis an agonising, but not satisfying pressure. Not enough pressure to get him off. But enough to get him hot and bothered.

His moans came out more insistent as his hands pulled my hands up to his face. He laid my hands on the tops of his shoulders as he took a few deep breaths, fully enjoying the way my body was pressing into his. Forgetting he was in fact holding me down, his hands started to travel down the plains of my back, mixing his caresses with nails that dragged softly over my sensitive skin. I felt goosebumps form as the ship once more was lifted high into the stormy skies, rendering us weightless for the slightest second before the world around us fell down again.

Henry used the moment to flip us over again, our bodies back in line as his lips crashed back onto mine, his erection eagerly pressing into the inside of my hip. His lips were soft and plush, whereas his unshaven beard was deliciously scruffy, burning my skin and lips before his lips would bring soothing remedy.

He groaned into the kisses, his hands hooking around my thighs to lift my legs, changing the angle of my hips. The boat started rising again and my heart fluttered, the air in my lungs running low as Henry had captured me in a most passionate kiss. His fingers dug into my skin as he pulled me closer and closer, the tip of his erection now brazenly touching my folds.

The ship floated in mid-air.

He pushed in.

I gasped.

Fuck!

We were pushed back down into the dark abyss as the wave disappeared beneath us, Henry’s body pressing itself harshly into me, his cock filling me whole. ‘GODS!’ I exclaimed, gasping as he bottomed out inside me in one fell stroke, the ship’s fall crashing him even heavier into me.

Henry let out a raspy sigh, pushing himself up his forearms again to relieve the pressure somewhat. His eyes met mine, a cheeky smile offering me a view of his shiny white teeth that glittered in the soft morning light.  

Slowly, ever so slowly, he started to roll his hips, his hip bone pushing against my clit just right, earning moan after moan from my swollen lips. His lips kept on assailing my face, kissing my jaw, nose, lips, ears, anything he could reach. That delicious burn. ‘Fuck Henry! Harder!’ I begged, wrapping my slender fingers around his ass to pull him into a new rhythm.

He gladly obliged, quickly working up into a punishing rhythm that filled our small cabin with keening moans and sweet nothings. Meanwhile the storm rolled on, our bodies being rocked back and forth on the towering waves. It wouldn’t be until lunch before we’d finally reach calmer waters.

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‘So..the captain won’t let us go ashore. Too big a chance another storm hits and we can’t get a proper place in this port to fully secure the yacht. But..some of the guests are going to play cards and have some fun. Shall we join them?’

I peered over at Henry from my book, the pages folded cruelly under my grasp as I had just reached an exciting chapter. ‘Sure.’ I shrugged, my eyes quickly moving back to the page. I could feel Henry’s smile as his gaze was now trailing over me. I knew it so well by now, I didn’t even need to see, to know what he was doing. The way his blue orbs were now unabashedly trailing from my toe nails, to my freshly shaven legs, to the hemline of my simple summer dress, up to my collar bone, before finally resting on my face, chuckling ever so slightly at the sight of my lips that always made this ‘cute pout’ while I was in pure focus.

‘Good book?’

‘Mhm,’ I nodded, not looking back up as I was now close to finishing the chapter.

‘Mhm?’ He chuckled, shifting closer to me and pressing a soft kiss on my cheek, his arm languidly wrapping around my shoulders.

‘Henn! I’m reading.’ I protested, trying to keep a poker face as he curled up his lips in an enticing smile, hovering just a mere inch from my face.

‘You’ve been reading all morning!’ He exclaimed, humour evident in his voice. I finally turned my face, looking him straight in the eye, before raising a careful eyebrow. ‘Is that what people call it these days. “Reading”? To me it was more something along the line of “rock the boat” amazing sex.’ I quirked my shoulders and, with a small smile playing on my lips, turned my attention back to the page.

‘It sure was.’ He agreed, pulling me slightly closer and allowing me to finish my chapter in peace.

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‘Oh, COME ON. You win again?! This game is rigged..I tell ya! So rigged!’ The burly Portuguese man stood up, downing his glass of whiskey while flitting his cards back on the table. The red-haired bombshell on the other side of the table shrugged, winking at her ..well..let’s call it..sugar daddy. The old man chuckled in earnest, his belly making the buttons of his neat white blouse struggle with every bellyshake.

He raised his hand, requesting the attention of the hostess, his sausagy fingers sparkling with large golden rings. ‘Dear. I think we could use another round. Neat scotch for me…’ He looked at the Portuguese man, who groaned. ‘Ah! Fine. Rum on the rocks.’ He plopped back down in his seat, offering me an unamused smile as he noticed my large grin. ‘Sorry.’ I chuckled. ‘Looks like we could use some other diversion. Any ideas?’ I looked over at the other table guests while pushing my cards back to the middle of the table.

It was a small, but diverse arrangement of guests.

Two Italian men, whom were more occupied with their fat cigars, their chest hair poking out of shimmery half-unbuttoned shirts, their greying hair slicked back. The red haired bombshell, her sun tanned skin contrasting heavily against the body hugging white dress that left no asset unseen. Her sugar daddy, bald, glistening in sweat and drinking hard liquor like a water deprived ox. The hot-headed Portuguese who was still sitting in his swimming shorts, his eyes hidden behind shades which was odd for the late hour (was he using drugs? it made me curious). And then there was me and Henry, Henry wearing a simple white shirt and light brown slacks, me a long pale blue summer dress.

The boat was drifting somewhere off the shores of Santa Cruz de Tenerife, the February night surprisingly warm at this longitude. We had been drinking and playing cards for some hours now and the group of rich, bored people had come loose a bit.

‘I have an idea. How about..I have never? Hmm?’ The red haired woman raised an eyebrow, stretching her hands out to collect the discarded play cards on the mahogany table.

‘Only if you begin my dear.’ One of the Italians smiled, his teeth biting back into his cigar, the tip burning deep orange as he inhaled.

‘Alright then. Rules are simple. Drink if you have done it…’ She licked her full lips, while her hands neatly stacked the cards, her brow slightly furrowing as she thought. ‘I have never…’ She looked at Henry. ‘..been a superhero.’ She smirked and tipped her glass. Henry smiled in acceptance of his faith, also raising his glass of whiskey to his lips. ‘Cheers.’ He rumbled.

‘Next.’ She smiled, letting out a sweet breath as the booze burned down her swan-like throat. Henry gave me a quick wink while he put his drink back down.

‘I have one!’ The Portuguese man interfered. ‘I have never…kissed …a man.’ He chuckled as the red haired woman let out a playful sigh. ‘Oh you. You gonn’ let us girls get drunk?’ She purred. He nodded, then moved his glass as well. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll gladly join you luvvies.’ I also took a drink.

‘I have never…’ One of the Italian men sat up, his eyes flitting over the fingers laying on the table as his lips turned into a grin. ‘…Been engaged.’ The red haired bombshell and her sugar daddy clinked their glasses, laughing, before tipping down another sip. The other Italian man also took a sip. Henry took a sip.

And I took a sip.

While lowering my glass I could feel his eyes burn. Fuck. I should have told him. I should have told him. I could have not taken that sip. But that’d be lying no? I felt a knot form in my stomach while the others were too occupied with a joke about very ugly, rich wives. I felt my hands get sweaty as I noticed Henry’s hand clench ever so slightly.

I moved back my chair, standing up.

‘If you’ll excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back.’ I turned my lips into an uncomfortable half-smile before my feet quickly shuffled off the covered deck, moving to the side of the boat where the wind immediately started ripping at my free flowing hair. Not long after I saw him come near, all sounds of laughter lost in the wind. I couldn’t really manage to look him in the eye, my eyes instead looking down at his feet as they halted next to me. He folded his arms over the railing, letting his gaze fly over the dark night sky.

The sea was as restless as my fast beating heart, seagulls screeching in the loud wind. Why had I never told him? We stood there quietly while a silent tear rolled down my cheek.

‘I didn’t know that.’ He said finally, his jaw clenching. He wasn’t happy. I let out a soft sob, folding my arms protectively around my cold chest. ‘I’m sorry.’ I sniffed. ‘Are you…’ He clambered back up, raising to full height while his eyes quietly looked down on me. ‘Are you..still engaged?’ His voice was unsure, almost trembling. ‘What? No. No…’ I shook my head, as I finally looked back into his eyes. ‘Oh ..I’m so sorry Henry. I should have told you. I’m so stupid. I just…’ I took a shivery breath. ‘I didn’t want to ruin things. I wanted to wait for a good moment to tell you. But then weeks passed. Months passed…’ I let my fingers wrap around the railing, my knuckles turning white as I clenched down hard. ‘Tell me.’ He said, more harshly, his body turning fully towards me. Almost menacingly.

Fuck.

Oh..I didn’t want to ruin it. Why now. Fuck fuck fuck.

My lungs tightened uncomfortably as my foggy brain was trying to find the right words. This was not a fun story to tell on a fun holiday. And I didn’t want to face my demons. Not now. I looked down at my fingers, focusing on my breathing before finally cracking open my lips. I licked nervously, then started.

‘Uhm..I was..23 when I met him. A good sweet man. He was my first real love. The first one who really cared for me. Life was so easy going and love was so natural I thought “this is it”. He moved in with me. We had nice jobs. Two sweet cats. A nice house. Everything was…perfect. When I was 27 he..proposed. Which kind of caught me off-guard. But. I guess we were ready for that.’

I took a deep breath, seeing in the corner of my eye how Henry was fidgeting with his pockets. Had he expected I had tried to escape some bad fiancé by moving to LA? Maybe.

‘And then he woke up one night, coughing.. badly.’ I felt more tears burn, but I resisted the urge to let out a low wail. ‘He thought nothing much of it. Just a cough. Maybe this old injury he had. “No worries babe, it’s gonna be fine”.’ My eyesockets burned and I forced another deep breath into my tight lungs.

‘It wasn’t fine though. In just 24 hours this once strong beast of a man was swept of his feet. Lung cancer. Really bad lung cancer.’ I heard Henry take a deep breath, but continued, my eyes locked on my white knuckles as I kept trying to drain the life force out of the steel railing.

‘We tried it all. Every treatment available. Proven and experimental. Every time we’d have hope. He spoke of marriage. Begged me to wear that stupid ring. I hated wearing it. But for him..sure..I wore it.’ The tears finally broke through my barrier. ‘Gods..it was so awful. It was so painful.’ My voice cracked and within moments Henry forfeited all attempts to give me space, his large arms quickly pulling me into his chest. He remained quiet as I wet his shirt with my tears. ‘By the end..’ I sniffed. ‘He couldn’t walk, eat, breath on his own. Every time I’d leave the hospital I knew, that if I got back, there would be a little less of him left. OHH…’ I let out a soft wail as my fingers grasped the soft fabric of his shirt, anchoring myself. ‘We turned off the machines on what would have been our wedding day.’ My lip quivered as hot tears welted my cold cheeks, the wind still tugging fiercely at my hair, shielding my tear stained face from the world.

‘EY! You two? Want anotha drink?’ The sugar daddy called. Henry’s large body shielded me from him, so he couldn’t possibly know what was going on, my sobs drowned out by the loud wind. Henry turned his head ever so slightly, shaking his head. ’No..thanks..’ His voice sounded raw.

‘Come, let’s move somewhere more quiet.’ Henry’s words lingered in my ear as he gently guided me towards the other end of the yacht. The wind was more quiet here, my hair now slowly dancing as the wind licked at us. Henry kept an arm wrapped around me as our eyes peered out over the shimmering waves. Slowly but surely my breaths became more regular, my tears drying quietly on my cheeks as I kept my head pressed against his shoulder.

‘I’m sorry for not telling you.’ I breathed.

‘Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.’ He pressed a kiss on my temple, resting his face there for a moment. ’That’s an awful thing to experience. And I’m so sorry that you had to ..go through that.’

I nodded. ‘Now you know why I hate hospitals so badly.’ I sniffled, my lips curling in a hesitant smile.

He hummed, then was quiet for another moment.

‘..Is that..is that why you moved to LA?’ He was trying his best to keep control over his voice, but he obviously was emotional, the sound thick and unsure.

‘Yea..’ I nodded against his shoulder, my watery eyes now gazing at the waves that slowly rocked the ship.

‘If he didn’t die..we would have never met.’ His voice was heavy and drawn out, the weight of his words making me shiver. I leaned back to look at him. His lips were drawn into a thin line, his eyes dark and brooding as he peered at the vast black canvas that stretched out across the sky.  

‘Moving to LA was one of the better decisions I have made in my life.’ I smiled gently, tenderly grazing my fingertips over his clenched jaw. He finally broke his gaze, his eyes returning to mine.

‘Do you still think of him?’ He was sincerely curious, his jaw unclenching.

‘Sometimes.’ I moved my head back to his shoulder, looking back at the water.

‘Sometimes, but not a lot.’ I nodded softly, letting my hand trail over his abs.

‘And you engaged…that was Ellen right?’

‘Yea. Ellen. She was MY first real love.’ He smiled into my hair, laying another kiss there. ‘But we quickly grew apart. I got bigger movie roles, her career was taking her everywhere and we barely spent any time together still. I thought I just had to prove I was committed. That it would fix us. Well..I was young and foolish to think such a thing.’ He chuckled softly. ‘I proposed, but within months it became clear we just weren’t ..compatible anymore.’ He pulled me closer, his hot breath heating my cheek.

‘Do you still think of her sometimes?’

‘Rarely. But we’re on friendly terms. So no trauma or anything.’

The ship rocked over a large wave as we stood there in silence, his arms wrapped around me, my arms on the railing.

Two feet popped up from the deck above us. I looked up. Female feet, old feet, rhythmically swinging on an invisible tune.

‘Michael! No! Not here. People can see us!’ Her voice chirped in the wind.

‘Oh darling. Everyone’s inside. Duntcha worry. Besides they all drunk, love. Come on then. Like the old days…’  A low male voice sounded.

‘The old couple.’ I gasped, turning around to look at Henry. He raised a finger, ushering me to stay quiet, a smile playing on his lips. I giggled quietly, turning around completely and wrapping my arms around his waist. We listened at the couple as they were OBVIOUSLY doing something naughty.

‘MICHAEL YOU HORNDOG!’ The woman squealed.

‘BIRDYY COME ON…’ The man begged.

I couldn’t help but let out a loud chuckle.

Henry quickly folded his hand over my mouth, but it was too late.

‘Stop stop! Someone’s below. Let’s..let’s go.’ The woman tutted, the sound of a buckle clanging. Pulling pants back on?

Henry and I looked at each other, his hand still wrapped around my mouth. His lips were curled in a wide smile. We waited quietly until we guessed the couple to have left.

‘Well at least they manage to keep the action going.’ He shrugged, chuckling and lowering his hand, letting his hand drift down to my ample bossom and giving a squeeze.

‘HENRY YOU HORNDOG!’ I teased, earning a hearty laugh from him. A laugh that turned into a caring, thoughtful smile.

‘Oh my dear. I’m so incredibly sorry you had to go through all that. I cannot imagine the pain and fear. And I will ..do my very best to live a long and healthy life..so you’ll never have to go through that again.’ He cupped my cheek, looking tenderly into my eyes. ‘I promise.’

I smiled, stretching out to kiss him, then bent back ever so slightly. ‘Said the man who does his own stunts.’

His brow furrowed, thinking. ’I can stop that..if you don’t like it. I will..’

‘No silly. It’s fine. I know how well everything is measured out and tested. And I know you LOVE doing that. Your own stunts I mean. And I feel like you can’t let one bad experience stop you from enjoying the rest of your life.’ I nuzzled his hairy chin, smiling languidly.

‘Okay. But you will tell me if you change your mind, yes?’

‘Yes yes. I love you dear bear. And I’m so very sorry for not telling you this. I should have told you..’

‘And so you did.’ He smiled, pressing another kiss against my lips. ‘Birdy.’ He cooed, chuckling. I rolled my eyes, poking him in the chest. ‘Horndog.’  

--

Part 17 > 

[telli1206]

A Christmas To Remember (Ch.2)

And here’s Chapter 2 @vndooms and @descendantsgiftexchange​! Sorry this is going to be a little long, hopefully I’ll be able to finish it in the next few days. I’m anticipating at least 3 more chapters 🤷‍♀️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Tradition Time 

Waking Carlos up early in the morning is never an easy task. So this time, Jay comes prepared.

“Wakey wakey, ‘Los!”

He’s loud, and Carlos grunts at the intrusion, burying his face into the pillow. But Jay leans in closer, holding the hot, steaming cup of coffee out to allow the rich scent to waft through the air. And then, he waits.

The light grumbles through the pillow stop almost immediately, and Carlos turns his head to face Jay, forcing one eye open. He inhales deeply, confirming the coffee smell before pushing off one arm to sit upright. Success. Coffee always works like a charm.

Jay suppresses a giggle, staring fondly at the lopsided pile of curls on Carlos’ head, his pillow-creased face and squinty eyes. If he’s ever seen anything more adorable than a barely awake Carlos, he can’t remember. Carlos reaches an arm out for the mug in his hands, grabbing and cupping it against his chest to steal its warmth. Jay dips in and kisses the tip of his nose, making Carlos giggle and finally force out a tiny smile.

“Thaaanks,” he tries to say but the word ends in a yawn. “It’s super early though, isn’t it?”

“It is…” Jay starts, hesitant. “But, the first holiday activity I have planned for us needs to start bright and early. Can you be ready in thirty minutes?”

Carlos puffs out a pout, knowing very well how deliciously distracting they are to Jay. But Jay is undeterred this time, shaking his head and cupping Carlos’ chin in his hands. 

“It’ll be worth it, ok? I promise.” He kisses Carlos firmly, but holds him in place when he tries to chase Jay’s lips.

“We’ll have time for that later,” he teases, winking suggestively. Carlos blooms scarlet, turning away to quickly slide off the bed. He yelps when Jay slaps his ass lightly.

“Get going!” 

Carlos sticks out his tongue, giggling and swatting at Jay when he pretends to bite at it. “Ok, ok. I’ll meet you downstairs,” he finally agrees, grabbing for a towel and clothes on his way to the bathroom.

-----

Jay narrowly misses the ceiling joist that juts out at the bottom of the stairs, even though he’s already banged his head on it once this morning. He’s so determined to avoid it again that he almost misses the conversation he’s walking into in the kitchen. He hears Evie’s high pitched coos just as he reaches the beam and ducks...too fast. 

Stumbling over his feet, Jay spills curse words when his hip slams against the table before he’s able to stop himself. There’s an awkward silence, and he sucks in a breath as he looks around the table at the stunned faces. He barely registers a pair of small, soft hands at his waist until they’re gone. When he looks over, Jane is chewing on her lower lip, avoiding Jay’s eyes. Lonnie, on the other hand, is covering her mouth and fighting back a laugh, very unsuccessfully. When she finally bursts, Jay sneers at her, eyes glaring as she leans over to hug Jane from behind.

“Smooth, Jay! Maybe you should grab another cup of coffee before we go. You know, to wake up those senses a little?” 

The table erupts in more laughter, but Jay just rolls his eyes and stalks to the coffee pot without saying a word. He really hates to admit it, but Lonnie’s not wrong about the coffee.

Evie, Doug, Jane and Lonnie easily fall back into conversation as Jay prepares his cup. Lonnie is still sharing her and Jane’s journey into dating, which Jay already pried out of Lonnie early this morning. There was no way he was going to wait another second to find out how it all went down.

Warmth bubbles inside him as he watches Lonnie’s face. When she’s talking about her and Jane together, she has an undeniable glow about her, lighting her from the inside out. She’s still hugging Jane from behind with a wide grin on her face, and Jane is tucked into her shoulder with her hands over Lonnie’s. She occasionally burrows her nose into Lonnie’s chin, smiling happily when she forces Lonnie to stop talking just to giggle and nudge her away.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Evie beams, gripping Doug’s hand on the table. He nods excitedly, watching the girls’ shy but happy smiles at their reaction.

There’s nothing that thrills Jay more than getting to see his friends be so happy. They’ve all had their fair share of problems in the last year, and the anxiety of their work, teams, and even relationships has weighed heavily on them. And Jay has both seen and heard the toll it’s taken on their ability to relax and enjoy life, himself included. He’s definitely been worried about the high expectations he may have for this Christmas break, but he can’t help but hope for the chance for all of them to really get to enjoy each other’s company. And this moment in the kitchen, laughing and smiling, listening to stories of budding relationships, has only stoked the flames for that hopefulness.

And that hope is high for Carlos especially. Well, for Carlos and himself. Even though they’ve done their best to see each other this year, it’s been difficult for sure. Particularly in the last few months. Jay is never happier than when he’s with Carlos, and now that they’ve worked so hard to get their relationship in such a good place, he’s sure that Carlos feels the same with him.

Unfortunately, Carlos spent more time working than being with Jay this year. And Jay can’t even be upset, since his practices, games, and travelling with his team for away games has been just as much to blame for that as Carlos’ work. But they’re here now, together, and Jay is determined to make the most of that. He’s going to make this Christmas break joyful for both of them.

And he already has plans to make it happen.

Carlos comes down the stairs then, showered and groomed but not looking much more awake. He smiles sleepily to everyone, happily patting Jane’s shoulder when he walks by while she’s still wrapped in Lonnie’s embrace.

“Alright!” Jay shouts, clapping loudly to get the attention of the entire kitchen. “We’re leaving in 10 minutes! Everyone dress as warmly and comfortably as possible and meet me at the car!”

He points with both thumbs towards the door and smiles through the pained groans, continuing to clap as everyone starts to get up.

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it!”

-----

“Jay, we better be close! I’m not doing this much longer. I’m about to rebel and run back to the car.”

Evie’s yelling is garbled through chattering teeth, but her message is still loud and clear. Carlos is trying to keep her as warm as possible under her arm while Jane walks beside them to chat and try to keep her distracted from the bitter cold.

Apparently, she’s not exactly loving what Jay had planned.

In front of them, Jay, Lonnie and Doug are walking together, huddling over a sunlight sensor that Doug had brought. He explained excitedly in the car how it would be able to help them detect the premium placing of trees that would get the most needed sunshine. As a result, the three of them had been so fixated on finding the best Christmas tree on the farm that Evie’s whines were falling on deaf ears for practically their entire tredge through the more than knee-deep snow.

Despite Evie’s obvious dislike of their activity, Lonnie couldn’t be happier. She had spent most of their excursion eagerly discussing Doug’s sensor with him, pointing out tree after tree while he pulled the calculations.

“Jay, I don’t know where you get your ideas...but I love this!” Lonnie croons.

She steals a glance back at Jane, smiling at the girl’s huge, awestruck eyes that are grazing over the gorgeousness of the snowy forest around them. She grins happily at the breathtaking view, blushing instantly when she catches Lonnie watching her.

“Jane’s so wide-eyed over this forest. I think you really scored me some brownie points with this one. And decorating trees is her favorite thing to do at Christmas!”

She slaps Jay hard on the back, and he has to bite on his lip to avoid screeching in pain.

“Glad I could help you out,” he grits, fighting away the urge to rub at his back. “It’s Carlos’ favorite too.”

“Ohhhh, I got it,” Lonnie says, winking at him. “You planned this to get in good with him, too?”

Jay smiles quietly, shaking his head

“Chill Lon, it’s not like that. I’m just trying to make sure our first Christmas together is memorable. That’s all.”

“Guys!” Doug interjects, jabbing his finger in the air. “I found it! It’s right here!”

A tall, almost ten foot balsam fir, branches full and wide and shaded the deepest pine green stands in a clearing,  perched perfectly straight in the glittering snow. Jay’s grin breaks when he sees it, radiating joy at the sounds of oohs and claps from his friends.

“Finally!” Evie groans. “Can we get it to the car already?”

Carlos chuckles quietly next to her, and Jay notices his strained smile, not as bright and full as he was hoping for. He’s shivering slightly, curling into Evie. He looks almost as ready to go as his whiny friend.

“‘Los, hold the tree up with Doug while I cut it down? Then we can drag it back.”

Jay reaches out to Carlos, who nods and takes his hand, leaving Evie to lean on Jane.

Jay’s heart lightens when Carlos and Doug walk over to position themselves around the tree, holding it in position for Jay to start sawing. Seeing Carlos taking a bigger role in his Christmas tree outing is definitely reassuring. 

Maybe Carlos will actually love this as much as Jay wants him to.

-----

When they arrive back at the castle, Jane and Evie are quick to grab all the wet coats, hats, gloves and boots, pulling them off and tossing them to the side as soon as everyone is inside where it’s warm.

“I’ll grab some blankets,” Evie insists. “Doug, can you start a fire before we worry about the tree?”

Doug nods curtly and shuffles hurriedly into the great room. Jay is walking closely behind him, gripping Carlos tightly and blowing onto his hands, doing whatever he can to transfer his body heat over to him.

“Feeling any better?” Jay asks, hopeful.

Carlos nods silently, but his body still shudders involuntarily. His cheeks and nose are flaming red, and the crystalized snow in his hair has melted into soppy wet curls that are dripping into his eyes.

Evie shoves a towel into Jay’s hand, offering a sad smile.

“Why don’t you both take the couch closest to the fire,” she asks, placing her hand on top of their conjoined ones. “Carlos, I’ll make you a hot chocolate, ok?”

Carlos smiles gratefully, squeezing at Evie’s hand with his thumb.

“Can I get a hot chocolate too, Eves?” Lonnie implores as she drops into a chair next to the couch.

“I’d love some too!” Jane adds cheerfully.

“Of course! But would you mind getting some mugs for me?” Evie asks on her way to the kitchen. “Oh! And marshmallows!” 

“On it!” Lonnie pops up, snatching Jane’s hand and pulling her along.

“I’m so sorry, Carlos,” Jay sighs, adjusting the boy to lay in his lap. He pats at the wet curls with the towel, eventually folding it underneath Carlos’ head to catch the dampness. “I never thought that would happen. I’m so glad you’re not hurt.”

“Jay, it’s ok,” Carlos says, his tone calm. He reaches up to touch Jay’s cheek, with warm chocolate eyes that are soft and comforting. He strokes along Jay’s jaw, lips upturned with a hint of a smile. “How would you know which way that tree would fall? And I got more cold and wet than anything. The tree barely touched me.”

“Yeah, but that could’ve been so much worse…” Jay scoffs, but his voice comes out shaky, unsteady. Today was a dispiriting blow to their vacation. Carlos is fine, which is good, but he’s too tired and freezing to want to decorate, which is not. 

Instead, they spend the rest of the night on the couch together, with Carlos resting in Jay’s lap, nursing his hot chocolate. Doug and Lonnie eventually set up the tree, and Jay and Carlos have an enjoyable time jokingly supervising while Doug, Evie, Jane and Lonnie decorate it.

“Jaaaaaane! I told you the bigger bulbs look better at the bottom! You’re making it look all weird and lopsided. Move that down!” Carlos teases, fighting to keep a straight face. He sets his mug on Jay’s knee so he can point forcefully downward. Jay chuckles as Jane rolls her eyes but keeps her smile, following Carlos’ direction. She bows dramatically at him once the ornament is in place.

“Anything else, my liege? I hope my obedience to your precise orders has pleased you.”

Carlos is very familiar with Jane's mocking tone, and he’s snickering under his breath before she’s even done talking. But he still plays along, casting a boring look on her and waving his hand lazily in the air.

“As well as can be expected, peasant. Now be gone, we’re done here.”

Jay’s mouth twitches as he watches Carlos joke with Jane. His boyfriend’s beautiful smile is undoubtedly infectious, especially when it’s glowing and happy, like it is right now.

Jay sneaks his fingers in carefully to hover just under Carlos’ underarms, being still as possible to avoid detection. Before Carlos can make another snarky remark, he hooks his fingers into his armpits, urging Carlos into a fit of giggles.

“Jayyyy, stop!” Carlos pleads, already breathless. He rocks back against Jay, almost dropping his mug in an attempt to loosen Jay’s grip. But the new position only allows for Jay to curl into Carlos’ neck, peppering kisses while the boy is gasping for air. When he finally lets go, Carlos turns to glare at him, but with lips upturned and a sparkle in his eye. Jay smiles when he sees his cheeks and ears flush scarlet again, this time for reasons other than the frigid temperatures outside.

“You’re such an ass sometimes,” he snarks, poking fingers into Jay’s chest. 

Jay grabs his wrist and pulls him in so their noses are touching. “Sorry, did you say I have a nice ass? Why, thank you,” he taunts, smirking proudly.

“No! I...will you j-just...I mean…” Carlos flusters, pulling away from Jay and sliding off the couch. “You’re insufferable,” he sighs, a smile still tugging at his lips. He takes Jay’s hand to pull him up. “It’s late. Maybe we should go to bed, now that the tree’s done.”

Jay glances over at the Christmas tree, now softly glistening a warm white light, colorful lights sparkling off of it from the colorful ornaments. A white glittering snowflake perches on top in place of the usual star. 

“Nice job, guys,” he muses, beaming happily at Jane and Lonnie, now nestled under a blanket on the chair beside them. Jane is half laying on top of Lonnie, head leaning against her shoulder as Lonnie gently plays with brown curls.

“Naturally,” Lonnie snides, eyes closed and half-smiling.

“Hey! I helped too!” Evie chimes in from her chair next to them, seated in Doug’s lap.

“It looks beautiful Evie,” Carlos jumps in, closing his fingers on Jay’s. “I love how Christmasy the castle looks. You and Doug did a great job.”

Evie grins wide, reaching her hand to Carlos for a loving squeeze. “Thanks, Carlos. I’m so glad you’re here. All of you,” she adds, with a look around the room.

She gets up from her spot on Doug’s lap, stretching her arms high as he gets up from behind her.

“I think we’re turning in, too. Good night.” She yawns lightly. “Hopefully tomorrow we’ll all be warmer and drier, whatever we do,” she hints, with a sideways glance to Jay.

He chuckles, meeting Evie’s stare. “No promises.”

Carlos groans as he follows behind Jay up the stairs. “Are we going to be freezing outside again? I only just got the feeling back in my fingers!”

“C’mon ‘Los, be a sport. You can’t expect us not to be outside just a little bit, to enjoy the beautiful snow?”

Carlos grumbles softly for a minute, and they get changed and ready for bed in mostly silence. Jay doesn’t want to press anything yet, Carlos is usually able to calm himself down after a few minutes of quiet thought. He does have to remind himself to breathe once or twice though. The thought of Carlos already shooting down the activities he had scheduled and detailed out so thoroughly before break makes him nervous. This was mainly for Carlos, after all.

They snuggle under the comforter together, Carlos remaining silent until he lets his head drop onto Jay’s shoulder. He buries his nose into Jay’s neck, inhaling deeply before letting out a loud, resigned sigh.

“As long as we’re not out there all day, I guess.” He concedes. Jay refrains from smiling, but tightens his hold around Carlos’ back. “As long as I’m with you.”

“That’s my ‘Los,” he coos playfully, feeling Carlos’ smile pressed against his skin. “We’ll have a great time, I promise.”

They will have a great time, Jay promises himself, as his mind starts to haze. Today was a little bump in the road, but his ideas were all to guarantee that it would Christmas break they would never forget.

Tomorrow will go more smoothly. He has no doubt.

[writerpeach]

Frustration

Twice Sana

Categories: smut, male reader, university AU

3971 words

NSFW 18+

The formatting on this got fucked up for some reason because Tumblr sucks and I don’t feel like fixing it.

Minatozaki Sana was always up to no good. The fact that she mentioned studying in a serious manner made you suspicious, but you went along with it anyways. Sana wasn't one for studying, especially not at this early hour.

You went along with Sana’s early morning ruse, as you had nothing better to do after all. Classes didn’t start for another hour, there was plenty of time to kill. Sana’s plans always  seem to involve some kind of public indecency involving nudity, intercourse, or some other act of depravity. 

Sana’s excuse was she lived in dorms, while you lived off-campus. Dorm life made it hard to find privacy, so you took all the risks you could for just a few minutes of pleasure, even if it meant a high chance of getting caught. It honestly made your private sessions in the dorm a little vanilla. 

Sana guided you down the lower floor of the University library, pretending to scan the shelves, looking for a book she insisted was real. You doubted its existence, but played along as she struggled to keep up her little charade, using no less than three different names to describe the same thing. 

“Ah, here it is, ” Sana says, stopping at a row of shelves full of dust, ones that didn’t seem to be used that often. 

“You actually found the book you were looking for?” 

“It’s not a book...but I did find what I was looking for,” Sana says, as she pins her small, tight body against your own. Her lips collide with yours, and you taste the sweet flavor of her lip gloss as her tongue finds and dances with your own. 

“Sana...you said you needed to study.” 

“And I do. I just didn’t say what I was going to study.” Sana giggles, and unexpectedly you feel her hand slip inside your jeans, down into your underwear she begins to jerk off your cock. 

“Fuck...Sana...we can’t do this here,” you say as you feel her slim fingers wrap around your dick. 

“Oh? But I don’t see anybody. If you want me to stop I can.” 

“No...I don’t.” 

“That’s what I thought. Now relax.” 

You looked around to check your surroundings as Sana began to undo your pants. It wasn’t even 9am yet and Sana already found herself on her knees. 

“Relax,” Sana repeated, as she yanked your pants and boxers down to your ankles, freely able to continue slowly stroking your hard cock as it leaked over her fingers. 

Those gorgeous eyes of hers look up at you, and without any hesitation on her part Sana gives your stiff cock long, deliberate flicks of her tongue from base to tip, lathering it up nicely with her saliva. She continues to pump your cock in her delicate hand, spitting on your shaft to wetten for her.  

“I could get used to this kind of studying,” you say with a satisfied grin. Sana gives your cock a few more quick pumps, and wanting to extend your pleasure she wraps her pretty red lips around your cock and takes you into her warm welcoming mouth.

You let a deep breath out, closing your eyes for the first opening moments of pleasure. You no longer had any worries about being caught, all you cared about how good Sana was making you feel at this very moment. 

As you open your eyes and gander down you love what you see, the familiar sight of Sana Sana on her knees, bobbing her head up and down, hungrily sucking your dick. 

Sana’s soft lips glide up and down the length of your shaft, coating it in an endless supply of warm saliva as her pretty little mouth reaches the base of your cock. She stays there for what feels like minutes, her gaze unbroken as she stares up at you with every last inch of your cock down her throat. 

“God, you’re so good at that.”

Sana’s uses her eyes to accept your compliment, giving your cock one loud, intense slurp to show her appreciation. 

She lets your drool covered cock release from her warm mouth, making sure not to neglect your balls as her mouth licks and slurps each swollen testicle loudly, using her dainty hand to stroke your cock.

“Like that baby? You like me sucking your cock where anyone can see?” 

“I love it. Feels good, feels so damn good.”

  It was too much to handle already as Sana takes your cock back into her mouth, sucking you off sloppily, using only her mouth to please you as she gripped your thighs to brace herself. 

You run your hand through her pretty blonde locks, awestruck by how such a gorgeous girl could be doing such a lewd act in public. The thought leaves your mind by a seductively deep slurp, and you feel your cock hit the big of Sana’s throat, her tongue wildly flicking the underside of your head. You couldn’t take much more. 

“Sana...I’m gonna cum...” 

Her eyes light up at your announcement, and you eagerly await next few moments, the pleasure unfolding as you were about to empty into her pretty mouth. 

You once again close your eyes as your orgasm approaches, awaiting that sweet release to take over your body. Just as it is about to arrive it suddenly it stops in its tracks as Sana abruptly removes her lips from your cock entirely, your pleasure completely stripped and taken from you at the last second. 

“Shit, I have to get to class,” Sana says with a devilish smirk on her face as she stands upright, leaving your hard cock now dripping.

“Sana, what the hell? Wait-” 

She was gone in a flash, leaving you a confused, frustrated mess with your pants around your ankles. 

None of her classes were until the afternoon, and you feel completely dumbfounded by the fact of what had just happened. 

You let out an annoyed sigh and quickly pull your pants and boxers up, hoping nobody would see, while doing your best to think of any unsexual thoughts to help soften your erection. 

Sana had played you, and you had never expected her to construct such a devious plan. You had to give her credit for turning the tables on you at the last second. 

You stared up at the clock in front of you, annoyed as if it were mocking you. Your first class started in twenty minutes, and it would take that long just to get there. Not even time to finish yourself off in a bathroom. Three long classes to go. It was going to be a long day at the hands of one Minatozaki Sana. 

On the way to your first class your phone vibrated. 

>Sana: I hope you enjoyed my little gift. 😉

>You: I didn’t. I have class, Sana. 

>Sana: Aw, don’t be mad. You’re cute when you’re so riled up. When you’re done you can come fuck my brains out, but for now you should really focus on your studies. 😛

You frustratedly shove your phone back in your pocket without any response, hoping it would be the only message she would send.

It wasn’t. 

Sana knew your schedule. At the beginning of each class she sent just one pic, perfectly timing it just as your class would start. 

The first was a picture of Sana's hand, her slick juices clearly visibly dripping off her fingers. 

>Look how wet I am, baby. I’ve been touching myself for almost an hour because you aren’t here to satisfy me so I’m going to have to do it myself. 

This was going to be a long fucking day indeed.

One class down, but you dreaded the other two. Right on schedule Sana’s next message arrives. The next image was her bent over, skirt pulled up high and her thong clad ass in plain view, a damp spot visibly soaking through. 

> Bet you'd love to spank this tight ass of mine? Make my cheeks sting until they’re bright red for wouldn't you?

Sana’s teasing was relentless. You regretted opening your phone every time it buzzed. 

The final image came purposely late. You thought she was done with her game, but half an hour into your last class it arrived. You tried to ignore it, but curiosity got to you.

It was Sana back in your apartment, completely naked in a pair of white high heels, legs spread  wide and a vibrator in her pussy, an obvious puddle underneath her crotch. You regret giving her a spare key.

>Don't you wish your cock was in my pussy instead of this cold, lonely vibrator?

You didn't respond to any of her messages, but she knew you had seen them. You frustrations only increased with every message you opened, as did the pain in your crotch from lack of release. You had to power through.

You still had an hour to go and she was killing you. 

In one final blow she sends one more message. Not a picture this time. An audio clip titled Sana needs you. It was over a minute long, and she knew you couldn't listen to it. 

Listening in the bathroom certaintly was an option, but that would just prolong her torture. You weren't going to let her win. 

The last two hours of your class felt like a week. Sana was in your head and you hated it. The only thing you could focus on was how good how lips felt as she blew you, and you wanted nothing else but to relive that incredible feeling. Mercifully your class ends, and you hightail it out of there. 

You make it back to your apartment, cautiously opening the door, unsure what surprise would be in store for you. Sana had made a trail of her clothes leading to the bedroom, at the end was her naked body on the bed, fingers still inside herself, moaning determined to keep her teasing up to the very last second.

"Did you get my messages? I haven't heard anything from you all day. l thought maybe you had to go jerk off in the bathroom. 

You give Sana a look, one of frustration and anger that says everything you needed to say. Sana giggles, as you look and see her naked body in the flesh, sheets soaked through from what seemed to be from hours of touching herself.

“You owe me new sheets.” 

“Oh? If anything your sheets are better now. Now that they’re stained with me. Now what are you waiting for? Are you going to fuck me or do I have to keep doing it myself?. I’ve been here all day.” 

You couldn’t take your clothes off any faster as Sana continued to touch herself, rubbing her hands all over her tight body. Your clothes fell in a heap on the ground, and you quickly climb the bed. 

You run your middle finger between her slit to find your fingertip covered in Sana’s nectar. 

“You’re drenched, Sana,” you tell her as you spread her legs wide for you, not even bothering to take her heels off. 

“I am. I came so many times, I couldn’t take it anymore. You just kept me waiting so long, baby.” Sana says with the biggest smirk. 

"Must have been nice," you respond, with obvious annoyance in your voice. 

You aim your cock with her wet pink lips, pressing against her warm opening, staring deeply into Sana’s lust-glazed eyes, ready to completely take her. 

“Fuck me.”

Her inviting words were all you needed. You swing your hips forward and push your hard cock into Sana, parting the wet, warm, and tight walls of her pussy. 

Sana moans at the feel of first penetration, blonde hair goes flying as she tilts her head back in pleasure. 

"Just like that baby, fill me with every inch of you."

Sana’s flesh squeezes your needy cock as you enter her deeper, and with both hands on her soft, luscious thighs you begin to fuck her. 

You don’t give her a single second to adjust to you, she didn’t deserve that after all. You bury your hard cock deep inside her tight dripping pussy, and you begin to pound away at her. 

“Oh, oh fuck! That feels so good, i’ve needed you, I’ve needed your cock inside me!”

It felt so damn good. Sana was always so tight, and so wet, especially now after touching herself for so long she was completely saturating your cock with her juices. 

You give yourself a few moments to lose yourself in the pleasure that her body was giving you while you pump in and out of her with your cock in a perfect rhythm. Her overflowing juices help to lubricate your cock as you watch your shaft enters and exit between her thighs, the pleasure on her pretty face completely overtaking her. 

“Deeper baby, let me feel all of you.” 

You do everything you can to accommodate Sana’s request, lifting her legs up and resting your forearms on her thighs, let her feet hover in the air as you fill her tight little pussy as deep as your cock will possibly go until you complete bottom her out. 

Sana’s moans increase, both in volume and intensity, letting you know you have succeeded. 

“Yes, baby, just like that! You’re so fucking deep in me, don’t stop!”

Every thrust into Sana brought a new series of moans. You savored the way she felt, the way her pussy wrapped around your cock as you fucked her. You loved the sounds she made, and the way her eyes glazed ever in pleasure. Her pussy tightened even more around you, flooded you with even more of her juices, and you knew you were going to make her cum soon. 

“You feel so big inside me, baby. You’re so deep, baby, I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

You continue to fuck Sana as she tightens more around you, feeling her pussy pulsate around your dick to signal her upcoming climax. She was almost there, and as your own form of revenge you pull out of her and deny her orgasm at the last possible moment.

“Fuck! Baby!” 

“Two can play this game,” you say with a smirk as your run your tip between her wet folds, giving her a few gentle slaps with cock as Sana whines. 

“Ahh, please baby, put it back in me!” 

You grab her hands and pull her up until she’s in a sitting position, kissing her lips and laughing to yourself at her being to one that was frustrated. 

“We’re even now. Now come sit on this cock.” 

Sana whines again as you lay down beside her, eyes focused on her scrumptious ass as she gets up and climbs onto your crotch. She carefully places her legs on either side of your thighs with her petite back facing you, reaching behind her to grab your cock, glistening with her own juices and lines it up with her pussy. 

Sana doesn’t want to spend another second empty and slowly lowers herself onto your cock. You can’t help but stare as her pink splayed lips accept your cock, and in one quick motion Sana slams her ass against your crotch and impales her pussy with the entirety of your cock. 

Sana gasps at the intense sensation of the new position, able to take you that much deeper inside her. She settles into making herself comfortable and begins grinding on your dick, hips gyrating back and forth. Sana uses your thighs to brace herself as she starts her own rhythm, slamming her body against your own, riding your cock without a care in the world. 

“Baby...you feel so good inside me…” 

You’re content to enjoy the show for the first few minutes, lying motionless as you watch your cock disappear in between Sana’s cheeks as she fucks herself. With every enter and exit into her tight opening her pink lips grip your cock tightly, keeping you inside her as her perfectly sculpted ass bounces with every slam against your crotch. 

Sana moans lustfully every time she impales herself on you, and you grab a handful of her plump asscheek, squeezing it firmly. 

“Feel good baby? Like that cock inside? You like riding me?” you ask Sana as you give her ass a quick loud slap.

She only answers with a moan in response and leans her body back to continue riding you, granting easier access to all of her. You take advantage of this and reach around her chest, grabbing her round perky breasts and squeezing them both, feeling their warmth as you caress them. 

Sana moans louder as you continue to massage and caress her tits, now playing with and pinching her hard sensitive nipples, working the nubs in between your fingers. 

You feel Sana get even tighter, even wetter as one hand makes it way down her firm toned stomach in between her thighs, beginning to rub her swollen clit.

“Fuck, baby! I’m gonna cum...fuck...I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop...baby...please…” 

“I would never. Cum for me, Sana. Cum all over my cock.” 

Sana does as instructed. Her orgasm is loud and messy with her thighs shaking and quivering as she climaxes hard, squeezing your dick tight and pulsating intensely as a flood of her sweet juices stain your crotch. You do your best to help her ride it out, gently caressing her lower back her while aftershocks run their course over her body. 

Her body gradually stops shaking, and you kiss her back and neck while she recovers, tasting the light taste from her sweat as you pepper her upper torso in kisses. 

When you feel she was ready to continue you push her body forward. Sana gets the hint, moving her head down on the bed and lifting her beautiful ass up in the air, your cock still embedded in her pussy, not once leaving her body. 

Sana still in her post-orgasm daze looks back at you, biting her lip as she gently whispers. 

“Take me as rough as you want, baby. Use me. Fuck me. Cum in me.” 

There would be time for that, but first you take the time to admire Sana’s bent over body. Every last deadly curve of her slim petite frame sculpted perfectly, a body that could simply be described as a gift from the heavens, one that you were about to ruin in the next few moments of passion. 

“Fuck my brains out, baby. Like I said you could.” 

You grab Sana’s full hips as you begin to thrust your cock inside her again, your pace deliberately slow, savoring every moment her body swallows you inside, taking the time to feel every bit of warmth and wetness of her silky folds as you fuck Sana from behind. 

The slow pace was unbearable for both of you, and you quickly change it, moving your hands to the warm naked flesh of her ass cheeks and you begin to drill her tight pussy. Every thrust into Sana increases until you are roughly fucking her as hard and deep as your body is able to, burying your cock until her all the way to the hilt. 

“Oh fuck, baby! Fuck me just like that! Pound my tight little pussy!”

Sana gets just what she wants. With a merciless pace you rock her body wildly, both bodies crashing together as you smack against her tight ass with every thrust. The sounds of warm flesh colliding as loud as can be, Sana’s moans now almost a scream as you are fucking her with every ounce of energy that you have left.

You use Sana to fuck your frustrations of the day out, to take your pleasure from and nothing else. Her hands flat in front of her, now grip the sheets tightly as you roughly slammed your cock in and out of her willing body, her lustful moans as loud and deep as they could go, letting you know just how good she was feeling. 

You up the ante in your own way and grab a handful of her pretty blonde hair, forming a rough ponytail and pulling it back towards you as you drive your cock roughly in and out of Sana, not giving her a second to rest as you intend to take every bit of pleasure from you needed. 

You were close, and you were going to finish inside Sana. Not in her pussy, not this time. You needed to finish in her pretty mouth, the way she took away from you earlier.

“Suck my dick, Sana. And finish the job this time,” you tell her as you withdraw your glistening cock out of her pussy and lay back down on the pillows.” 

“Of course, baby,” Sana says with a smile on her lips, laying on her stomach right in front of your crotch. She takes you back into her warm mouth, tasting her own juices on your cock. 

You already feel the tingles of an orgasm already, and within seconds of Sana’s magical blowjob she pushes you right over the edge. 

“Shit, I’m cumming.” 

Sana’s beautiful round eyes acknowledge you, this time confirming that there would be no denial. She would take you all the way to the point of no return and drive you past it. 

You hold the back of her head down all the way against the base of your cock as you explode in Sana’s mouth, filling her throat with what felt like an endless amount of thick cum that was too much for her to handle as your load overflows and drips out of the corners of her pretty lips. 

Sana does her best to contain your load, helping finish out your intense orgasm, sucking you completely dry until you’ve emptied every last drop into her mouth. 

You watch as Sana swallows the huge load she has down her throat in two big gulps, giving your cock a bath with her tongue to clean up the remnants of your split semen before taking that down into her body as well. 

“Guess I’m to blame for such a huge load, huh?” Sana says with a giggle as she strokes your sensitive cock, sucking your tip a few times just to watch you squirm, letting go with a loud, sexy pop as she fully finishes what she started. 

You try to catch your breath as Sana licks her lips clean, ensuring not a drop of you goes wasted.

“Worth the wait, huh, baby?” 

“Uh huh,” you answer faintly as the very last of your energy depletes, and Sana’s naked body crashes on yours as you both cuddle and fall asleep.

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The Breakfast

Characters - Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky and (Y / N) have just moved together and spent a passionate night together. The next morning promises to be exciting as (Y/N) begins to tease Bucky.

Warning: Smut! ,badly written smut!, dirty talk and swearing, a Little fluff i guess

Word count: 2834 

AN - For @hannie-c who requested prompt 6! I hope you like it, Darling! Let me know!

AN2 - I wanted to write another character and even started with Bruce but I got stuck and Bucky forced me to write this. So, yeah. Have fun with Bucky!

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The smell of cooking bacon and toast filled the room as (Y/N) stood at the oven and prepared breakfast for herself and Bucky, happily humming the tune to the first song that came to her mind, pictures of the last night still playing in her head. It was a long night filled with seemingly endless moans and breathy begs as Bucky made her cum over and over again. The many marks he left on her body would remind her of this night for at least a few days, as well as the soreness in her nether parts but she couldn’t care less, she loved it.

“Don’t you look absolutely delicious.” The raspy, sleep-ridden voice made her jump, and she almost dropped the bacon she was about to put on a plate. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, steadying her as a quiet chuckle rumbled through Bucky’s chest. “Careful there, doll. It’s just me.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple and buried his face in her neck.

(Y/N) leaned back against him, a teasing smirk tugging on her lips. “Sorry. I just thought my secret lover came here early.” The arms around her tightened and she could feel how Bucky tensed up for a moment. “Secret lover, huh? And who would that be?” He started nipping at her neck, leaving yet another mark for the world to see and (Y/N) willingly tilted her head to give him more room.

“Well, it’s someone you know.” A quiet moan left her lips when Bucky bit her harder than before. His metal hand found its way to her thigh, slowly inching upwards under the hem of the button-up shirt she wore. Her legs parting as if they had a life of their own. “Oh yeah? Is it Tony? I think he has a thing for you.” His fingers traced the band of her panties, toying with it. “No.”

“Maybe Sam then? I saw him checking you out the other day.” Bucky licked a stripe up her neck to her ear and lightly bit her earlobe. His fingers pushed past her underwear, making her shiver from the cold of them as they traced her slit. “No.” (Y/N)’s answer re(Y/N)ned the same, though it was breathier than she intended. She tried to press herself against his hand but the arm that was still wrapped around her prevented her from it. What was going on? She wanted to tease him for once!

“How about Thor? Is he a god in the sheets too?” Bucky’s lips were pressed against her ear when he spoke. He pressed his finger between her lower lips, dipping the tip of his middle finger into her hole to find her already wet. He travelled back up and spread the wetness over her clit. His touch was teasing, not nearly enough to be satisfying, and he knew it. (Y/N) grabbed the wrist of his metal hand as another breathless moan left her. “Bucky, please…”

“I want a name, babydoll. Tell me and maybe I will make you cum.” Though she couldn’t see it, she just knew that Bucky had a dirty smirk on his face. And how could he be so composed when she was such a wreck already? He really wanted to hear a name, but (Y/N) could barely think straight as his flesh hand started to unbutton her shirt to reach her breast.  “Come on, doll. You started this game and now I wanna play.”

Bucky pinched one of her nipples, making her hiss at the sting. Words got stuck in her throat when he pressed his rock-hard erection against her ass, a needy whimper the only thing that left her lips. When several seconds passed without an answer, Bucky became impatient and put his hand around her neck, squeezing it softly.

“I’m waiting for an answer, doll. You don’t want to make me mad, or do you?” His voice was low when he whispered into her ear, his hand slowly tightening around her throat. Eyes wide, (Y/N) shook her head as best as she could. The last time she made Bucky mad he edged her for hours before leaving her frustrated and unsated, she didn’t want that again. If he wanted a name, she would give him one.

“Steve.” It came out as a hoarse whisper because of his grip on her throat but he understood her. All his movements stopped as his body went rigid.

(Y/N) held her breath as she waited for his next words or actions. Maybe mentioning his best friend wasn’t the best idea, but it just slipped out! Besides, Steve wasn’t bad looking. No one could blame her for admiring his beauty, right?

(Y/N) was thrown out of her thoughts as Bucky spun them around and bend her over the kitchen island, ass sticking up in the air. One of his hands buried in her hair, tugging at it as the other delivered a smack against her ass. The unexpected slap made her jolt forward as a yelp found its way out of her throat. The edge of the counter dug uncomfortable into her skin but there was no way she could have escaped, not that she wanted to anyway.

 After five more hits to her sensitive skin, Bucky yanked her up by the hair and pressed his lips against her ear. “So, you want to fuck Stevie, huh? Want him to fuck your sweet little cunt? Want him to make you cum over and over again? Is that what you want?”

Too impatient to take them off the usual way, he just ripped her panties and let them fall to the ground. (Y/N) didn’t have time to mourn the loss of her favorite underwear as two fingers entered her unexpectedly, making her cry out both of relief and the sting. She could feel Bucky’s cock against her ass and she tried to rub herself against him but he stopped her with a warning tug on her hair.

“You disappoint me, baby. I thought you knew it’s better to answer when I asked you something, but it seems you have lost your manners.” Another tug on her hair made her whimper needily. Her breath was ragged, chest heaving with every breath. One hand clawed at Bucky’s wrist between her legs as the other gripped the edge of the kitchen island in front of her.

“I’ll give you one last chance to answer me. If you don’t, I’ll punish you for your bad behavior, got it?”

“Yes, Bucky.” He let go of her hair and instead wrapped his hand around her throat again, squeezing it tightly. “What was that? I didn’t understand you.” His voice was a growl in her ear. It sounded so different from what she heard last night, almost dangerous. And it aroused her more than it should.

“Y.. yes, Sarge.” the grip around her throat loosened, and she took a deep breath. She moaned quietly when Bucky started to move his fingers inside of her. It still wasn’t enough to satisfy her and it only made her crave more.

“There is my good little girl.” Bucky hummed and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “And now, answer my question. Do you want to fuck Steve?” As he asked, he pushed his fingers deeper into her, trying to reach the special spot that always makes her toes curl. When he found it, he just rested his fingers there, not moving them until he got his answer. (Y/N) trembled with need, desire taking over every of her senses.

“No Bu… Sarge! I want you, only you!” It sounded desperate and wracked but she couldn’t help it. Bucky chuckled at the needy moan she made when he pressed his fingers against her spot. The answer was good enough. For now.

He moved his fingers in and out of her at a slow pace, dragging his fingertips against her walls before he pulled them out and circled her engorged clit maddening slow. He wanted to hear her beg, and he knew exactly how to archive just that. Bucky sucked on the sweet spot on her neck and rubbed his erection against her ass. The moans and whispers of her drove him wild, and he needed the friction.

“Sarge, please. I need to cum. Please make me cum.” (Y/N) pressed her ass harder against his cock and earned a deep groan from him which, in return, made her moan. Bucky sped up his fingers, rubbing and pinching her clit, spurred on by the sounds she made. He plunged his fingers back into her and pumped them much faster than before in and out of her, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit. (Y/N) could feel the end coming.

A warm, burning sensation shot through her body as she trembled in Bucky’s hold. It didn’t need much more for her to tumble over the edge. The whispered command to cum was enough, and she screamed out her release. Bucky never stopped his movements and just continued to fuck her with his fingers, even when she tried to get away from his hand.

She could barely stand but luckily, she didn’t have to. The hand around her throat held her up and pressed her against Bucky’s naked chest. He was heavily breathing into her ear, bucking his hips against her ass to get some release himself as his fingers somehow got even faster and quickly brought her to another orgasm. This one didn’t last long, but it was just as powerful as the first.

This time, Bucky slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them up to his lips. He licked at one of them and hummed appreciating.  “Mhh… My babygirl has the most delicious pussy. I bet; Steve would agree.” (Y/N) whimpered at his vulgar mouth. Before she and Bucky became a couple, she didn’t even know she would like dirty talk this much. And now here she was. These dirty words in combination with Bucky’s gravelly voice made her so needy she rubbed her ass against him, still unsated even after two orgasms.

Fingers were pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth willingly. (Y/N) swirled her tongue around them and sucked her own juices from his fingers. A soft moan vibrated against the tip of his fingers when he pushed them deeper, almost making her gag. “That’s right. Clean ‘em up.”

After she finished cleaning him up, Bucky turned her around to make her face him. His eyes were black with desire and a thin layer of sweat glistened on his skin. His breath was uneven. (Y/N)’s eyes dropped to the bulge in his boxers, and she almost started to drool at the tent she found there. He was painfully hard and her hands twitched with the desire to take him into her hand but she knew better than to touch him without permission.

Bucky chuckled when he saw her licking her lips. He grabbed her face and crashed their lips together for the first kiss since they started. It was sloppy and their teeth knocked together at one point but neither of them cared. (Y/N) tangled her hands in his hair and lightly tugged at them, which earned her a groan from the soldier. His hands dropped to her ass, and he slapped it once before he gripped her thighs and lifted her up before he walked over to the kitchen table and sat her on top of it. Stepping between her spread legs he stopped the kiss and licked his lips as his eyes wandered over her.

“You look so fucking good with my shirt on, you know that?” The button-up shirt barely covered her and as she tried to take it off, Bucky stopped her. “Oh no, babygirl. Gonna fuck you just like this.” He smirked at the sound she made and shoved down his underwear to free his cock. (Y/N)’s mouth watered at how it slapped against his abdomen. She would never get tired of seeing this.

She wanted to touch his dick so badly but when she reached for it, Bucky gripped her hand and laid it beside her on the table. A frustrated whine left her lips, but she quickly shut up when Bucky rose an eyebrow at her, silently asking her if she wanted to get punished. (Y/N) bit her lip and stayed silent; she didn’t want that. Not today at least.

Bucky grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. Taking his cock in his hand, he started to slowly stroke himself as he watched how (Y/N) chewed her lip. Her eyes followed every of his movements and the needy look in her eyes only made him go faster to the point he couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure. Though it felt good, it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her heat wrapped around his cock and so he gripped her thighs and opened her legs wider. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and down to her by now dripping hole. Her slick glistened on his cock and the sight made both of them moan.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed his length into her and bottomed out in one stroke. The unexpected stretch made (Y/N) yelp a little as she clawed at Bucky’s shoulders. Face buried in his neck and legs wrapped around his middle, she tried to adjust to his size.

All the while, Bucky had a hard time controlling himself. His cock throbbed painfully, and he knew he wouldn’t last long once he started to move. Breathing heavily, he pressed a kiss to (Y/N)’s shoulder before he slowly pulled out and slammed back in, both of them moaning in tandem at the friction. Soon Bucky could no longer hold this slow pace and started to thrust in earnest, groaning like an animal when her walls tightened around him.

His metal hand tangled into her hair and tugged her face away from his neck. He pressed their foreheads together and stared into her eyes as he fucked into her. “Think Steve would fuck you like this? Huh? Do you think he would pound your little cunt like I do?” Her walls squeezed at his words, making him groan deeply but he never broke eye contact. A high-pitched whine left her lips, and she quickly shook her head at his question, too far gone to form a proper answer.

(Y/N) could feel another orgasm right around the corner and sneaked one of her hands down between their bodies to rub her clit. Her mouth fell open at the added friction and a hoarse moan left her lips. As soon as Bucky noticed what she was doing, he slapped her hand away and shoved her down onto the table. Gripping her throat, he leaned over her and tightened his hand.

“Bad girl. You will take what I give you and you only get to cum when I say so, understood?” His tone was harsh and his breathing was uneven as he pounded even harder into her. (Y/N)’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and only broken sobs came out of her mouth. “Do you think Steve would tolerate this kind of behavior? He’s your captain, he wou…”

He didn’t get to end his sentence as a shrill beeping sound interrupted him and seconds later water came raining down on them. He stopped his movements and pulled out. When he turned to see what was happening, he could see black smoke rising. “Fuck …!” He ran over to the stove and switched it off before he took the pan and dropped it with the contents into the sink. In the meantime, (Y/N) had risen to her feet and opened a window so the smoke could escape, then sat back grinning on the table. Bucky came back to her and stood in front of her. The sprinklers still had not stopped, and it rained down on both. “I think today we’ll do without breakfast.” Bucky brushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear as he answered. “I think so, too.”

It was quiet between them; The only sound was that of falling water and the beep of the fire alarm. They looked at each other and at the same time began to laugh out loud. It was such a strange situation they could hardly calm down. Only a few minutes before they had sex on the table and now it was raining in their kitchen, weird, right?

Bucky began to sulk as he realized that they were both still naked. “I was not finished yet.” “Yeah, but at least we know the fire alarm works.” Bucky gave her a bitch face before both of them broke out in laughter again. Bucky put his hands on her face and leaned down to kiss her, the sprinkler still had not stopped.

“Hey Buck?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think the sprinkler will stop soon?”

“Tony installed it, so probably not.”

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Lace Panties

((A/N: Yet another one that was a request I completed and the whole post in its entirety got deleted. I can’t believe how many requests I actually got at the beginning when I started writing for Seventeen. I need everyone to keep in mind that these requests ARE old and were written before I made the decision to make this a Plus-Size Reader Friendly blog. Don’t worry, though. We’ll get to those soon!))

Pairing: JunxReader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 2,178

Summary: As much as Jun wishes he never had to leave your side, especially after the time you were allowed to spend together was so short, his responsibilities as an idol calls and he must heed it. You throw the smallest of tantrums in the form of teasing caresses and a firm, suggestive grip somewhere only you can touch and it’s then that Jun decides...he can be a little late.

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It was unclear what it was he had done to deserve this torture, but Jun felt so attacked right now with little time to do much about it. Seventeen had schedules that day and while S.Coups had let him spend the night with you, a luxury he hasn’t been allowed in far too long, the leader had been very firm about the one condition: he had to be on time for the schedules.

Jun thought that would be a piece of cake. There was no way he could mess that up. But oh…how wrong he had been. How he forgot the huge tease you tended to be when pouting.

Again, he didn’t know what he did to deserve this torture…but he felt so very attacked right now.

“Getting ready to leave me already?” you sighed from your place on the bed, lazing over the covers like a mischievous cat with a dirty trick hidden up her sleeve, “And here I thought I still had you all to myself for another hour and a half.”

“No, baby. I have to meet with the guys in an hour and a half,” he reminded you, fresh from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, “And it’s smart for me to start getting ready now to be on time. If I’m late, Coups will never let me stay over again.”

Another sigh escaped your lips and you turned on your back, facing the bedroom window as the morning sun spilled into the room. Jun glanced at you, withholding a groan of appreciation as the sun danced over your skin, outlining every exposed curve and dip of your body. You were wearing nothing more than his t-shirt from last night-which you pulled on after he removed it to get ready for bed- and a pair of your lace panties. You knew how much he loved seeing that combination, a piece of him mingling with a piece of you. You had to know- he told you on a near daily basis with any outfit that you put together. Anything of his that you paired with anything of yours made him swell with pride and sometimes, such as in this case, swell lower with lust.

His eyes drifted over your curves, lingering on the hardened peaks of your nipples poking through the cotton of his shirt before sliding down to rest on the apex between your thighs, the flimsy lace hiding you from him, giving him only the slightest peak of what he desired. It was as if you felt his burning gaze on you, prompting you to turn your head back towards him just as Jun licked his lips hungrily.

He started and then turned around quickly, moving towards the dresser to rifle through the drawers and to give him a moment to collect himself as his erection rose to half-mast; he couldn’t afford to become distracted by you, not now…not when he was being so good. You smiled wickedly and stifled a giggle at his plight.

Jun tried to continue the conversation like normal; “Please don’t pout at me like that, Y/N. I’ll feel guilty all day and won’t be able to concentrate on the schedules,” he whined, searching through his drawers for underwear.

You groaned in disappointment yourself, rising from the bed and trekking quietly up behind him, your eyes flashing hot and dangerous. He had no idea what was about to hit him, your fingers itching to play. Once close enough, you allowed your fingers to slide onto his lower back, creeping forward and around, gliding up his stomach where they eventually settled.

Jun had gone stock still, shoulders tensing and manhood twitching to life. You wanted to chuckle, but that would ruin the game.

“And why shouldn’t I pout?” you whined back, scratching oh so lightly at his stomach, hands dipping low to the edge of the towel, “After weeks of waiting patiently, I only get to spend one night with you and the next morning you’re practically bolting back to the boys earlier than you need to. I almost feel jealous- as if you prefer them over me.”

You traced the edge of the towel with a sly little finger, caressing his stomach and causing goosebumps to race over all of Jun’s body. He was practically shivering, biting his lips to keep from moaning as you kissed his naked shoulder. Your teeth nibbled tenderly, giving him a taste of what he was going to miss as your hand then slid further down, curving over his rigidness through the towel and giving it just the slightest squeeze.

You were being so unfair.

“We didn’t even get to have sex last night.” Your voice purred in his ear, biting the shell while continuing to stroke his bulge painfully slow, “I was completely drenched for you, but you were passed out asleep before I even got a chance to mention anything.”

Jun was trembling under your teasing ministrations, hips bucking involuntarily into your hand. He tried to hold on to his sanity, to remember that he had a promise to keep so he wouldn’t lose his visiting privileges. He could hear Seungcheol in the back of his head now, see that stern look on his face, but it was all fading into nothingness and rapidly, too. The pleasure, the need, the temptation that was you was all too much to resist.

“I was hoping to have an opportunity this morning to do something, in the hour and a half that we had left…” you trailed off, grinning wickedly. You had him right where you wanted him. All you had to do to deliver the kill blow was slide your fingers into the overlap of the towel…and gently…grip…

Jun exhaled sharply.

You swiftly pulled away.

“But! Since you’re so adamant about getting back, I guess we’ll have to wait until next time!”

Jun was short-circuiting, whipping around to see you sauntering back to the bed with a smile hidden behind your hand. All the gears in his head jammed up, all the blood in his body rushed to his boner, and Seungcheol’s voice making him promise to be back in time for the schedules silenced immediately. All that mattered at that moment was you, that gorgeous ass of yours wiggling as you slid back onto the bed, and his molten desire to be buried deep inside of you.

You barely had a chance to congratulate yourself for your own trickery- he deserved to get teased for trying to leave you so early- when Jun was pouncing on you, making you giggle at the haste with which he handled you. He pinned you face down, his hand gripping the back of your neck and the other giving your raised ass a sharp smack. You gasped at the sting, hips instinctively jolting forward in an attempt to avoid another assault, but they came right back when Jun pressed his painfully hard erection against your pantie-clad core.

Excitement flared through you, a wave of arousal drenching your panties within seconds. This was about to get very rough very fast and you were going to enjoy every moment of it.

“Did you really think you could tease me like that and get away with it, you little minx?” he growled above you, “You better consider yourself lucky that we don’t have much time, otherwise I would be punishing you all day for this.”

“Oh, how unfortunate,” you giggled back, shrieking when he smacked your ass again and then yanked on your panties so hard, they tore right off.

“Such a smart mouth. I would love to see it filled with my cock, but that will have to wait for another time. Right now, I’ll just leave you with this…”

You wondered what he was getting at when he trailed off, but soon received your answer, a shuddering moan spilling past your lips. Jun’s tongue licked a long line from your clit to your entrance, slithering between the folds of your sex to catch your essence leaking forth. You wiggled and squirmed, pushing back against his face, crying for more. He kept you stationary with his hands on your ass, burying his face between your cheeks and eating you out hungrily. You felt him roll his tongue around your clit, sucking the little nub before going back to his slithering motion.

Considering how you had technically been aroused since the night before, it didn’t long at all for you to reach your first orgasm, the pleasuring rolling through you like the waves of a stormy sea. Jun drank down what he cared to catch, leaving the rest to dribble down your thighs, leaving a gleam on your sex that made him want you all the more.

“You taste divine, baby,” he whispered huskily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving to hover over you once more, lining himself up, “But nothing beats how you feel.”

With a sharp snap of his hips, he was buried deep inside your core, the pulsating walls clenching around him. He groaned at the heat that engulfed him, smirking at your surprised cry that quickly dulled into a needy whine, “Oh yes! Finally!”

He pulled back until only the tip remained and then snapped forward, your moans bouncing through the room. He quickly set a fast and deliciously rough pace, pushing your shirt up and palm pressing into the middle of your back while his other hand tangled itself in your hair. His strokes were powerful and unrelenting, your legs spread wide as his hips smacked against your ass again and again. Your breasts bounced in the confines of his shirt ,the bed creaked, your skin as well as his gleamed from the force of your combined exertions.

Jun released nothing more than the occasional grunt and groan, wanting his senses to be completely filled by you- your sounds, your smell, your completely submissive appearance and the way his hand slipped over your sweat-slick back. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate, his impending orgasm approaching with the twitching of his cock inside you.

“Y/N…I’m close,” he warned you over your cries, “Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes, god! Please! I want it!” you confirmed.

Those words drove him wild, Jun releasing your hair and gripping your hips tightly as his pace quickened impossibly fast. With a little maneuvering on your part, he was stroking right against your g-spot, stars blinding your vision until the very end when your own orgasm hit like a freight train. You screamed his name, voice cracking and throat raw from all the high-pitched keening you did. Your body shook from over stimulation, Jun riding you through your orgasm until he finally reached his. He poured himself into you, sticky ropes of his release filling you up and making you shudder.

He slumped forward, but caught himself before he crushed you underneath him, his cock still twitching inside your core. You both were spent and breathless, Jun’s hot breath fanning the back of your neck as he panted for air. The tension he didn’t even know had been wound up inside of him had completely melted away, a smile touching his lips as they pressed tender kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Was that good for you, Y/N?” he asked, stroking your stomach and thighs affectionately.

“Mmmm…perfect,” you sighed, squeaking some when he pulled himself out, his release leaking down your thighs.

He turned you onto your back and fit himself between your legs, the both of you sharing the sweetest of kisses. He cradled the back of your neck, stroking it carefully as if apologizing for gripping you so roughly there. You caressed his shoulders and back, absently thinking how nice it would be next time to dig your nails into his bronze skin.

“…I think I’m going to be a little late after all,” he murmured against your lips, amused when you actually looked a little guilty.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, smiling still when his lips rolled a kiss onto your cheek.

“Don’t be, baby. I needed you, too. Seungcheol will understand.” He sat up a little, feeling the stickiness starting to dry between his legs, “I need another shower. Join me?”

You nodded happily and lifted your arms when Jun pulled your shirt up, tossing it aside as his eyes trained on your breasts.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to give these attention, too,” he said, cupping your breasts gently and kissing the valley between them, “Next time, I’ll make sure that we have longer than an hour and a half so I can pay attention to all of you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, giggling girlishly when he then scooped you up in his arms and started for the bathroom.

He chuckled along with you as the two of you disappeared inside the bathroom to get cleaned up, the discarded shirt of his you were wearing now laying forgotten next to your torn, lace panties.

A piece of him with a piece of you.

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Notes: I am a soft ball of fluff who also loves these two to bits! 

A reblog saves a life<3

~*~

.-

“Hurry up, hurry up,” Stiles bucks up his hips, sliding greedy hands under the waistband of Derek’s briefs.

“You ever wonder if the romance in our relationship is lost?” Derek snorts, nibbling on Stiles’s collar bone, across his jaw and finally landing with a searing kiss onto his lips.

“Mmm,” Stiles flips him over so that Derek’s writhing underneath him. “Dude we have four kids under five! No time for romance between frantic hand jobs.”

“Freya’ll be six next month,” Derek points out, peppering kisses all over Stiles’s face.

“Fine, we’ll have a really romantical, slow bone session right after we clean up all the cake and ice-cream from her party. But right now, I can barely remember the last time our dicks touched.”

“Two weeks, nine days, and three hours ago.”

Stiles leers, “Bro I don’t know whether to be flattered that you’re counting down the hours till we fuck, or be concerned the my man is obviously thinking about me every second of the day instead of focusing on  his actual, very dangerous job.”

“One,” Derek pulls Stiles back underneath him—always having enjoyed the push and pull of their relationship, the way neither of them let the other have anything easy. Always poking and prodding and forcing each other to do better. To be better. “I’m your husband, not your dude, or bro or any of the other colorful nicknames you like to use, pretending you’re some douchey, snapback wearing frat kid getting drunk off his ass in some lame  party.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t have been that douche in another life…You know one vacant of wolves and hunters and all that shit.”

“Two,” Derek continues as if Stiles hadn’t even spoken, grinding down into him and reveling in the little, gasps of groans that he lets out at the contact. “We’re doing much more than fucking, don’t ya think?”

“Oo, ah ah yeah, yeah definitely,” Stiles almost squeaks out. “But we’re not going to be doing anything if you don’t shut the hell up.”

“My have the tables turned.”

“Ass face,” Stiles latches their lips together with a fervor that Derek feels in his bones—making his toes curl and his dick shoot up in excitement. “Hello my old friend,” Stiles simpers before wrapping it with one of is large hands.

“It—huh—It hasn’t been that long.”

“Says the guy who’s been counting down the hours,” Stiles gifs another savage tug—using some of Derek’s pre-cum to rub up and down his shaft. Derek swears he sees light while he’s frantically smacking down on their night table, in search of some proper lube. That is until…

A bloodcurdling  screech bursts through their baby monitor.

Derek collapses onto Stiles’s shoulder in defeat.

“Jesus Christ!”  

“God fucking damn it!”

They freeze there for a moment more, Matty’s cries growing ever louder.

“One of us must’ve been a mass murderer in past life and that’s why Karma’s being such a bitch,” Stiles says, slowly pealing himself off of Derek and throwing on the nearest pair of boxers he could find.

“Oh I’m sure,” Derek reasons.  “Though I put my money on it being  you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say sour wolf.”

“Touché, you want baby duty or going down stairs to make the bottle?”

“Fuck, we didn’t bring one up?”

“Ah no, we were—erm, otherwise compromised.” Derek suddenly remembers much of the same actions taking place last night, but rather than a fitful baby that haunted their plans, it was a very fear ridden Freya, who had watched a scary clip on Youtube with some school friends earlier that day. And then him and Stiles had another argument over not sending her to a private  school and were angry at each other until this morning, when Derek agreed that he was acting a bit hot headed, and Stiles offered to talk with her teacher—which then lead to heated kisses and the bright prospect of finally getting off.

A prospect which never came into fruition.

“Right, well I’ll grab Matty,—he always likes your bottles more, for some reason.”

“What can I say,” Stiles sniffs. “I have magical hands.”

Derek licks his lips on a swallow. “Don’t remind me.”

.-

“Shhh baby, c’mon Matthew. c’mon you’re okay,” Derek croons, rocking him into his arms. “You wanna hear a lullaby? Huh? Yeah kiddo?”

“Derek! Derek!” Stiles clammers into the nursery, hair askew and shirt boxers slung dangerously  low on his narrow hips. “”s broken! His bottle! ‘s broke!”

Half dazed from a serious lack of sleep, not enough coffee, and the worst tease of his fucking life, Derek plucks out the  aforementioned bottle right from Stiles’s death grip.

“Ah Stiles—You didn’t even screw on the nipple?” Derek points out, rattling it in his face.

“Is it bad if you saying the word nipple is really making my pants tight?” Stiles ponders out loud,  biting into the nail of his thumb.

“Well considering your referring to the utensil our child needs to use to eat with, and that your not even wearing pants right now-“

“Does it take effort being such a dry witted ass hole so early in the morning?”

“You forgot functional. I’m a functional  dry witted asshole. Unlike you evidently.”

“Hey! I’m functional!” Stiles argues, to which Derek just gives a pointed look to his disheveled mop of hair, and bare chest speckled with dried milk that spilled out when he must’ve been shaking the bottle without properly sealing it’s lid. Stiles’s face goes a very fetching scarlet, and Derek very much feels the ache of their lack of, well…erm, private time, yet again. With Carson and Freya starting the school year, and the twins beginning teething—well it’s all been way too hectic, and something had to give way eventually…Derek just mourns that it had to be their sex life. “Hey! Don’t you dare use those judgmental eyebrows on me pretty boy!”

Derek’s eyes go owlish before meeting Stiles’s glower. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yuh huh,” Stiles snorts unconvinced, taking Matthew out of Derek’s embrace, and tucking him into his own chest. “Well I’ll have ya know big guy that back in college,  I spent many a days fueled purely on Starbucks refills and sugar highs that these munchkins would salivate over.”

“Is that right,” Derek drawls, eyes flickering to the mural Isaac had painted on the wall of the twin’s room—a family tree where each branch has an emblem dangling off it’s tip—symbolizing the most important people in their lives.. Derek feels a rush of pure elation when spotting the Hale triskelion up on top. It’s so right and perfect, and never in a million years did Derek think he could have this. A set of friends and family who truly loves him, and who he trusts and adores implicitly. A partner that snarks at him at every turn, but also makes Derek’s knees go weak, and his heart swell with affection. Hell, never did Derek ever think of himself as being the fathering type—but with Stiles, it all just feels natural, definitely not easy (Especially when Carson’s favorite blanket is in the wash and he refuses to go anywhere without it, or when Freya brings in some new critter she’s caught outside in a sudden save every animal and bring it back home with me kick.) but it all feels right. Like Derek’s not screwing up completely.

“Yeah, well that and your vigorous love making of course,” Stiles clutches a hand over his heart, and flutters his lashes like he’s in a fucking mascara advert.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” Stiles straightens up, hitching a now fast asleep Matthew into a more comfortable position. “But I’m also right. I use to be the king of doing shit without even a blink of sleep.”

“You know Stiles, it doesn’t bother me that you’ve become less spry in your old age.”

“Fucker.”

“Not in front of the children, they’ll be up soon for school.”

Stiles’s face lights up at that, n almost kitty gleam pixilated in his eyes. “They are, aren’t they?”

“ah, yuh…That’s what I just said?”

“M’kay! Me and you got bout the same amount of sleep last night, right?”  

“Sure, I think?”

“Well I know for da both of us. So let’s prove who’s actually the spry one in this little  relationship of ours”

“Oh?” Derek perks up at the sound of that, moving up to settle a hand on Stiles’s hip—his eyes going dark. “And how do you suppose we do that?”

“Definitely not in the way you’re thinking,” Stiles sucks in a breath   when  Derek begins to  ravish his neck with a fresh batch of kisses.

Derek deflates at the clarification. “I don’t think anything else really interests me.”

“Don’t be such a sour wolf.” Stiles chides, cuffing Derek on the back of the head. “Me and you should have a competition.”

Derek kinks up one of his brows. “See who can get Carson or Freya ready for school first?”

Stiles’s grin goes devious. “Winner gets head.”

“Loser?”

“Oh Derek, babe there are no losers in this game.”

“I’ve got Freya,” Derek calls, striding to her room, knowing full and well how difficult Carson could be in the mornings—probably because he stays up way past his bedtime without ever being caught.

“Succor, her favorite dress ’s in the laundry.”

“Fuck.”

.

-

“C’mon princess,” Derek coaxes with a slight jostle  to the frilly dress, trying to make its sparkles catch in the light. “This one ’s just as good as the red one.”

“No ’s not,” Freya sniffs with an imperious tilt of her little head, arms crossed and weight slung onto her left hip. (If Derek is being at all honest, he thinks she might turn out being an exact replica of Erica, and that scares him shitless— his best friend is a force that Derek hasn’t the slightest clue how to restrain.) “I want the red won!”

“I know you do baby girl,” Derek squats down to level her with a look. “But sometimes we don’t always get what we want.”

“”m the star of the week! I’m s’pose to be  the bestest dresser in the class! “s the rules.”

Somehow, Derek seriously doubts that the teacher had ever referred to the student’s way of dress being at all related to being line leader and snack maker, but he plays along anyhow, because damn it straight to hell,  if his girl wants to look the bestest, she damn will.

“Baby girl, I promise this dress’ll still make you the bestest dressed in the class.”

“Aunty Lydia picked the red won out for me,” Freya sniffs, beginning to eye the pink one in Derek’s grasp—much in the same way that Stiles always assesses something right before giving in.

Speak of the devil…

The door to Freya’s room pops open, a beaming Stiles swaggering in. “Morning buttercup,” he crows with a kiss to her forehead.

“Papa I don’t have my red dress,” Freya explains to him the dilemma at hand, her big, pale eyes peering up at him mirthlessly.

“Oh shoot sunflower, ’s in the laundry, isn’t it?”

Freya nods solemnly, which is about the time Stiles’s facade breaks, and he looks like he’d do anything to salvage her hopes of wearing that particular dress to class today.

“Freya, gorgeous, what bout while I go downstairs and start frosting the cupcakes you and daddy made last night, you could face time Aunty Lyds and pick out a brand new dress. You know, with her sealed approval?”

Freya’s whole face lights up, and Derek is left marveling at how collected Stiles could be under such a crisis—one with a lot less blood and gore than back in their heyday—but still, a crisis all the same.

.-

“You’re kinda smart, you know that?” Derek lightly  hip checks him as the pair cross the threshold from Freya’s room, the sound of her and Lydia joyously speaking in rapid tongue French over Freya’s new dress dilemma, left in their wake.

“I felt guilty,” Stiles shrugs. “You know that bitch Caitlin Snow would’ve teased her mercilessly if our baby girl was looking all upset over such a little thing.”

“Isn’t Caitlin like five?”

“Yeah, and her mom ’s the piranha who was trying to flirt you up last week when you had to pick the kids up cause I was running late at the paper…Your point?”

Derek shakes his head with a chuckle. “I take it that things are going smoothly with Carse if you had time to come peak us a visit.”

“Oh totally,” Stiles preens. “Carson is like basically ready.”

Queue a very lively Carson bounding through the hall—pantsless and a fresh pair of underwear proudly perched on his head.

Derek kinks up  a brow at Stiles.

“Okay…So I may’ve exasperated a tad,” he shrugs.

“Papa! Daddy! Look! I’m Captain of the world! I kill monsters just like you guys!”

“C’mon Carse,” Stiles calls out, his face going pained. “I said only five more minutes of play before you have to start actually getting dressed.”

“Die you  flesh eating alien!”

“A little bit?” Derek snorts, to which Stiles just waves a hand over his face and mouths, “It’s the eyebrows of doom.”

“You’re impossible.”

“But you’ll still Finnish up with him while I go frost the cupcakes for Freya like I promised? Thanks beautiful, Imma love you up real good later.” Like the whirlwind he is, Stiles pecks a chased kiss onto Derek’s lips and leaps downstairs to their kitchen— because they’re full grown adults now, who have a house with multiple floors and children, and a fucking breakfast nook— before Derek could even comprehend what he had just said.

“Papa’s got u whipped daddy,” Carson laughs maniacally, all the more insane looking with the conspicuous  vacancy  of his two front teeth.

“I’m monitoring anything you watch from here on out,” is all Derek remarks, a long suffering sigh and knowing full and well that Carson hit the nail on the head.

“Do I still have to go to school then?” Carson’s eyes go owlish, and Derek swears by the Angel that Stiles’s been teaching him the art of wrapping Derek around his littlest finger, on the sly. (Well that, or Derek is just a big old succor for his family.)

“Sorry kiddo, but all signs point to yes.”

Carson deflates. “Can I still keep on my Captain of the World suit?”

Derek’s eyes flicker up to the underwear on his son’s head. “Are they clean?”

“Yes, yes I double checked!” Carson squawks gleefully.

“Well then, I see no problem  with that, as long as you got on a fresh pair underneath your pants too.”

“Yes! Thanks daddy!”

Just as soon as the door to Carson’s room clacks shut, a fresh looking Freya steps out of the bathroom—Mouth smelling minty, and her long curls still damp from the night before.

“Daddy?”

“Hey there princess,” Derek hoists her up into his arms, brushing away a stray lock from her heart shaped face. “You had a good talk with aunt Lydia?”

“Yeah, she picked out  anew dress and even shoes, and Uncle Jackson told me how ta put on one of the pretty tattoos he bought me for my birthday.”

“That’s great baby girl!”

“But there’s only one thing daddy.”

“What’s that?”

A moment passes before Freya pulls out a bright brush from her nightgown’s pocket. “Can you give me a princess braid?”

.-

Fifteen minutes, a pair of dressed kids, a very deformed french braid, and a set of permanently woken up twins for the day, later, and the whole family has congregated around their kitchen table.

“Derek we got anymore apple juice?” Stiles shouts from where he’s making his patent, pancake and egg to go sandwiches. Freya’s biting into a cherry tomato before setting it on Marie’s fork, who in turn just pounds her tiny fists into her yogurt in delight, Matty’s munching on his bottle, probably going to be the only one to adopt Derek’s calm demeanor in the whole bunch, but that doesn’t really bother him considering that Stiles’s nonstop chatter is one of the things he finds most endearing about him.

“We’ll need to go to the market this afternoon,” Derek notes before pouring Carson a glass in his favorite, sparkling Ninja Turtle cup, and recycling the emptied bottle afterwards.

“dad, dad! Look!” Carson tugs on Derek’s hand, flailing around an obviously hand drawn picture.

“What’s that little man?”

“’s a chinchilla! Did you know that they sleep in the day time, just like uncle Isaac says he’s gotta do because he’s an artist.”

“is that right?” Derek silently hands Stiles a couple of apples to put in the kids’ lunch bags.

“Yuh! And they only eat grass and can shed their skin like snakes and have huge families just like ours!”

“That’s insane. You think they have brothers and sisters  too?”

“Definitely!” Carson crows, practically jumping up and down. “And this one even has a Uncle Boyd who shows him neat card tricks and an an Aunty Allison who shows’m how to shoot a bow and arrow real good!” Derek idly wonders if Carson’s teacher just thinks he has a hyperactive imagination, or if she just thinks his kid is completely insane. “Do you like it daddy!”

“Yeah Carse,” Derek gives him a blinding grin, genuine to a fault. “I love it.”

“Really?” Carson preens.

“Of course sport.”

“You think Grandpa and Grandma Hale would’ve been proud of  it?”

For a second, Derek’s heart clenches, and he’s back to lonely days and fear ridden nights and the smell of smoke clung onto his very skin. He’s back to thinking he’d never be able to be good enough to ever deserve a family, not after what he’d done. Not after his world crumbled to ash and his heart sunk into itself.

But no.

Derek knows that it wasn’t his fault. Knows that he was a fifteen year old kid who’d fallen right into the trap a woman twice his age had set. He knows now that he never deserved the way he once upon a time use to shelter himself from all the world had to offer because of his fear and guilt and despair. Derek knows that now after years of therapy and assurances from his pack— his family— and especially subsequent countless late night talks with Stiles before they had adopted Freya from a teenage werewolf who wasn’t ready to be a mother.

Derek knows that Carson didn’t mean anything behind the statement, that he and all his siblings know just how much Derek and Stiles and all of their family adores them to bits and pieces, but that doesn’t stop Derek from swinging Carson into his arms, an giving him a slobbering kiss on his cheek.

“ew, gross daddy.”

“I know Grandma and Grandpa Hale would’ve loved this kiddo,”,” he speaks with conviction. “C’mon, help me hang this up on  the fridge with Freya’s spelling test.”

.-

“You sure you can drop’m off to my dad’s  on your way to the precinct?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine if I’m a little late this morning.” Derek chastises, buckling Marie into her carseat, who just gives a little huff of annoyance when his hair is replaced with one of her rattles.

“Alright, alright, I’ll see ya tonight then,” a dopey kind of smile melts into Stiles’s face, right before kissing Derek—one a little more languid that the last, and Derek is appreciative for it. “Your parents would’ve been so proud  of the man you’ve become, just so you know,” Stiles gingerly sweeps a thumb over Derek’s cheek, a small smile tugging on the ends of his lips.

Derek has no idea how to adequately reply, so opts to just kiss him again—hoping it comes across just how much it means to him that Stiles always knows what to say, and how much Derek loves him—that is  until the kids start pounding against the windows to hurry them up.

“Hey wait!” Derek calls out to Stiles, who’s about to swing into the Volvo. “Who lost?”

“Like I said hot stuff,” Stiles leers. “There are no losers in this game!”

Derek thinks he’s a lot a bit in love with him.

.-

Scott and Allison offer to babysit that entire weekend, and Derek is sure  he’s never been so thankful when a very cocky, and very naked Stiles gets down on his knees for Derek the first time in months, and thinks that Stiles feels very much the same if his yells and commands for Derek to go faster already are anything to go by.

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Quick Tips for New Players pt. 2

You can roll through roars. Each monster type has different timing and will require a bit of practice to get it right but once you do it'll make fights a cakewalk.

To be fair you actually CAN roll through some lesser attacks but it takes practice to get the frames right. No, this isn't like Dark Souls where rolling through everything makes you invulnerable. Take some time to see which attacks you can safely roll through.

Every monster attack is heavily telegraphed and if you pay attention you can completely avoid all their attacks. For example right before Rathian does her air flip to hit you with her tail she will crouch lower, her roar will be a guttural growl and then she'll jump.

Every monster except for Bazelguese and Deviljho (correct if wrong) sticks to a certain path and area. As you get familiarized with the game you'll learn where they hang out and which camps to spawn in.

Gunlance users and HBG users. For the love of all that is sane please be considerate of your partners! When a Gunlance user uses Wyvern's Fire or an HBG user fires cluster bombs it sends your partner's flying. Not only will it prevent someone from attacking a monster and doing more damage to it it will also stagger a player and will prevent them from evading an attack and that could cause them to cart. The fault is all yours. So be mindful of cluster bombs and Wyvern's Fire. Don't be that person that spams that shit without regard.

Flashpods are only effective three times during the fight on tempered monsters. It's best to save them for when the monster is limping away to its nest where things can get super risky and hectic. Looking at you, Kushala.

Make use of the training room. It's fantastic! Spend some time labbing a weapon and get a feel for it. Also any items you use there will not be consumed so go ahead and test out a build and use some demon juice or powder or what have you to see how much damage you're doing.

Every weapon is capable of inflicting status effects (poison, paralysis, sleep, blast) it's just that some have an easier time doing it and with more consistency. For ranged weapons the best option is the Light Bowgun. For bladed weapons it's the Dual Blades. But even the painfully slow Great Sword can inflict ailments.

Speaking of ailments. Every time you poison, sleep, paralyze or add blast to a monster its resistances to that ailment go up. It doesn't mean you won't be able to do it again, it just means each time it gets a status effect it'll take more hits than the last time to get the effect. There are ways to make it easier like charms or decorations or you can eat for Felyne Specialist at the canteen.

Speaking of the canteen, if you scroll all the way to page 4 you'll have 6 slots to make your own menu. This allows you to save menus that have Food Skills you wanna make use of during a quest. Oh and FYI the "daily" skills ain't daily. They change every time you spawn back into Astera. I have no idea why they chose daily.

You can cancel any healing or buffing in case you need to get the fuck outta dodge or avoid an attack. Just roll. If you do it early enough the item won't be consumed.

When you heal using a potion or mega potion your character wipes their mouth. You can cancel that animation by rolling as soon as your health bar has recovered. Ain't much but it sure as shit could save your ass.

Lance users please stop "running over" your partners when y'all are attacking a monster. See #5 for reasons why you should cut that shit out. Now!

Low Rank and early High Rank players should definitely take advantage of festivals. Not only because of the events but because during festivals, up in the Gathering Hub, the canteen will have a special platter which is guaranteed to give you more health and stamina. You can only get it up at the Gathering Hub.

Do not throw away, sell or trade decorations when you start out in High Rank. Every decoration is useful and you never know how you'll change your playstyle in the future. Some of these are extremely hard to come by so keep them. Once you've established yourself a little better and are holding about 500 Palico Rally decos then you can trade them.

Hold off on trading Gleaming Stones at the smelder. I highly suggest you augment your armor first. I know it's tempting but these are a bit of a pain to come across and you REALLY will need augmented armors for end game and especially for when Iceborne drops.

Augmentation is unlocked the very second you get you hands on a Hero Streamstone or a Sullied Streamstone. Just do some tempered investigations, either threat level 2 or 3. Chances of getting one or the other are strictly RNG based. There is no way to know if you'll get it. Just keep at it and eventually one will drop.

The Siege of Kulve Taroth is super fun and can be done as soon as you're done with the main storyline. Not only do you get some really neat weapons but you can also make KT's Alpha, Beta and Gamma armors (I suggest the Beta and Gamma). Once you crafted the armor you want I suggest selling all of her materials for Zenny (the game's currency). You always end up with a bunch of materials and they sell for high easily netting you over a million. Just don't sell her gems.

With the exception of KT you should never sell any monster materials especially hard to come by pieces like tails and gems and plates. You never know which weapon or charm or armor piece you may need in the future.

If you wanna join a quest I highly advice you avoid any that have been ongoing for more than 8 minutes. Once the quest hits 10 minutes and you join you won't get any rewards. Unless you don't care for getting rewards, in that case join whenever the heck you want.

Deviation is the recoil or kick from each trigger pull. Recoil allows you to move as you shoot. All rapid fire ammo (the ammo with a white arrow pointing up) benefits from this. 3 Recoil Suppressor mods are mandatory for rapid fire ammo. You only really wanna do this for LBG. No matter how high the Deviation is it's super quick to adjust to and frankly after a few quests you won't even notice it. The wording in this game can be frustratingly confusing.

Insect Glaive users should also upgrade their kinsects along with the Glaive. Make sure you pair up the right kinsect with the right Glaive for maximum efficiency. Imma save you a lot of time and headaches. Grancathar III, Whispervesp III, and Pseudocath III are the best ones. All the others really suck. The kinsect from the Final Fantasy questline is absolute shit until you upgrade it.

If you're looking to hunt a specific monster with other players just hit Join a Quest, Respond to SOS and scroll down to Target and choose the monster you need. Some are easier to get than others but keep trying.

If you're going to join Low Rank quests don't be that asshole that never actually helps and just wants to show off. Actually help the host. Debuffing yourself is stupid as fuck.

It may feel a little intimidating at first but the hud has all the information you need. Pay close attention to it especially during a quest.

When you hover over a quest all the information about it is laid out right in front of you. It will tell you the time limit, reward, small monsters in the area, will say if it's a slaying, hunting or capturing quest so be sure to read everything carefully so you're prepared.

As you hunt monsters your Hunter's Notes get updated. Check back every once in a while to see what new info it has to offer.

Yeah, the game autosaves frequently but it's never a bad thing to manually save. I've had the game freeze and crash on me while I tried to join a game.

I highly suggest you get very well acquainted with the dive dodge. It will save your life! Remember, it can be done while running AWAY from a monster but it has to be within reach.

Some attacks will knock you down and if you don't press any buttons you'll just lay there for a few seconds. This can be super useful to avoid a fast follow up attack as NOTHING will touch you while you lay there. As you get familiar with the monsters and their attacks you'll learn when to get up and run and when to just lay there for a few seconds longer so that the attack completely whiffs.

HBG users, yeah you can put shield mods. In fact, it's kind of a really good idea to do so because putting away that weapon is painfully slow. However, you only really need just 1. Literally 1 is enough.

There can only be three monsters per map. Every time one leaves the area it's replaced by another. Do keep an eye on this HR as the missing monster can be replaced by Deviljho or Bazelguese.

Adamant Pills cure Guard Down.

Demon Powder, Might Seed, Adamant Seed and Hardshell Powder last for 3 minutes. Adamant Pill and Might Pill last for 20 seconds. Armorskin, Mega Armorskin, Mega Demondrug and Demondrug last until quest completed or you faint. Dash Juice lasts for 4 minutes. Also Might and Adamant Seeds, Adamant and Might Pills cancel each other out so you can only consume one or the other, can't eat both a seed and a pill.

Your buffs and debuffs show up next to your name on the screen. You can tell when a buff is about to go out when it starts rapidly blinking. Same for the powered up Kinsects. When they're about to go out they'll blink rapidly.

When you mount a monster quickly avert your eyes to the top right corner of the screen the game itself will tell you when to brace, attack or move. Don't look at anything else! Eventually you'll learn when to do what but it's just safer to watch the commands.

Your character doesn't level up in the traditional sense, your gear does. A level 29 could have far better gear and builds than a level 49. Don't let the Hunter Rank fool you.

Kelbi horns are fantastic items to have. Find a Kelbi with big horns and smack it in the face with a blunt attack, for example the shield of the Sword and Shield, to make the horns fall off.

Wanna talk to one person in particular in the session. Press options, triangle, hover over their name, click on chat, open the chat option and type.

Listen, no Elder Dragon in MHW (pre Iceborne) is weak to the dragon element. None. Taking a weapon with dragon element into an ED fight is just going to prolong the fight. You can get the Elder Seal effect by the dragon pods that they drop themselves. If you have the space for it the Elderseal decoration can up the effect of these pods. Dragon element weapons against Elder Dragons = horrible idea.

[wavbleu]

Noen eubanks: Friends with a benefit

"I dont know if my mom will let me come over Noen." I say into my phone then plopping onto my cushioned bed, "Just ask, We known each other for years and she even lets me over for dinner, its worth a shot.","And if she says no ill just kidnap you and hold you for ransom."

You chuckle uncomfortably at the very dark joke . you bit your finger nails trying to plan out the conversation ahead of time, what to say, what to do and her likely responses.

I let out a deep sigh before i told him that i was gonna go tell my mom the crazy idea of having a sleepover with a boy, "Bye dork" He'd say before quickly hanging up. I sat my phone down on my dresser and took another long and very deep sigh.

One part of me was like "she will most definitely say no! Are you stupid!" but a very small portion of me was hopeful, i know you may be thinking "Its not that big of a deal" but it actually is, I've been wanting to spend more time with Noen ever since he moved states to go to school, this is the only time he's gonna be in state for the year, this is my only chance to have him in my arms again.

I stayed on my bed, looking up at the rotating ceiling fan, watching it continuously spin counterclockwise, trying to gather the courage to ask my strict catholic over protective mother if i could spend the night at a boys house.

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"Hey mom.." Id say walking into my moms very zen bedroom, candles lit and dream catchers hanging. She seemed to be finishing up a prayer.

She got up off her knees, dusting herself off then turned her attention towards me, I felt sick, my throat became lump, my palms grew sweaty and oily, i began fiddling with my fingers in an attempt to calm myself.

I was either gonna be rejected and beat with a wooden spoon or she would empathize and let me go.

Everything i had planned in my head went out the window, it felt like i forgot english.

"Uhh.." I say hesitantly, then muffled "can i go sleep over at Noens house?" My mom squinted her eyes trying to make out what i just said. "What did you say sweetie, stop mumbling."

I then repeated myself in a slightly higher tone "Can i sleepover at Noens house?" , "Sweetie your gonna have to speak up-" cutting her off,  "Can i sleep over at NOENS house."

The room went dead silent, i felt like throwing up, instant regret formed on my face.

well great.

"Sure i dont see why not." She shrugged.

My eyes widened, i was dazed on how she agreed with no strings attached. or so i thought.

"You have to call me every 2 hours, and call me before you go to sleep. Don't sleep in the same bed, doors should remain open, no dirty music no scary movies, you must be a foot apart at all times. No drinking or smoking, no leaving his house"

My mouth hung open at the dumb rules she gave, "Mom, im literally 18 years old." ,"Why are you treating me like a child!", "Its fine you don't have to go." she says leaving the room, heading towards the kitchen, i followed behind her trying to convince her to let me go with less restrictions.

I quickly grabbed her arm making her look at me, I give her a small sob story for some empathy points. "Please mom this is the last time i get to see him for the rest of the year, i want to enjoy this." I bit my lip as the room went silent again, i cross my finger behind my back hopeful.

"Hm..." she sat and thought for a bit, my eyes filled with hope and optimism, "Please say yes" Repeated in my head like a broken tape recorder.

"no." She says opening the fridge nonchalantly.

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I pull up to Noen's house and grab my backpack from the backseat, "Remember the rules." My mom announced, i press my lips together to form a smile to show compliance .

I walked to his front door jittery and excited i was finally gonna see him again!... for the last time.

I turned around to see my mom still staring at me.

I knocked 3 times, then waited for the response, Noen's Mom answered the door and her face brightened when she saw me there waiting.

"Your mom actually said yes?, what a shocker." She chuckled, Ms.Eubanks is a teenager stuck in a mom's body, she understands everything I go through because she grew up the same way.

She kinda hated my mom, she always said she was no fun and very boring, but honestly can i argue? She doesn't let me go to any carnivals or theme parks because shes afraid that "Ill catch a demon." on one of the rides.

Ms.Eubanks stuck her head out to say hi to my mom, out of politeness, my mom honked her horn in response, then signaled her to come over, probably to inform her the crazy and controlling rules she set in place.

I walked into there house, its always so clean because Noen and his mom are extreme neat freaks, its so clean you could probably eat off the floor without having anything in your food.

Noen walked out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he look startled when he saw me, because he panicked and ran back into the bathroom.

I had sat my bag down besides the door and went inside his room, his room is neat and clean, and its the perfect balance of hot and cold, not too hot to a point where you cant wear a sweater without melting, or to cold making you shiver and throw 10 blankets on to achieve normal body temperature. It was right in the middle.

I laid down on his rather soft bed, beginning to zone out into the ceiling again.

He walked into the room clothed and was blushing lightly, "I didnt know you were gonna come so early.","I cant believe your mom even said yes." He said lying down at the rear end of the bed.

"She gave me so many restrictions." I sighed, realizing i already broke 2 of them.

"What are they?" sitting up onto his knees, i sat up with him.

"We are already breaking a rule." ," I cant be within 1 foot with you or be on the same bed as you." i say looking down, he took two fingers and pushed my chin back up "Its fun to break rules" He would give me cheesy grin.

You stared into each others eyes for few minutes, your cheeks fading into a pale pink. The sexual tension built up like bricks every second you gazed deep into each others eyes. His gaze moved down to your rosy pink lips, to your slim and slender neck, to your narrow shoulders to-

"God your mom is crazy." Noen's mom said opening the door, cutting the silence and the tension, we turned towards her and smiled awkwardly.

"No scary movies? What kinda rule is that." She murmured in complete disgust, "Anyways im going to go run a couple of errands and ill stop for wing-stop and snacks on the way, i didn't have time to prepare since you came earlier than suspected.","No funny business, the condoms are in my drawer" His mom would wink at him then shut the door.

"MOM!" he would say slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry for her" He runs his fingers through his hair, his breath quickening, he's so cute when he's embarrassed.

"I wish my mom was like yours." I spoke joylessly, "I don't even remember the last time my mom actually called me beautiful." I put my head down again trying to cover the wave of tears that was about to come through my eyeballs.

"Well i think your gorgeous" He said with a soft and friendly smile, hesitant, going in for a light and airy kiss, i was confused and uncomfortable at first but then the kiss began to feel passionate and meaningful. My heart would flutter as the kiss continued to become more compelling and heated.

He came in closer carressing my silky hair tugging it backwards, making my head jerk up in response. He went in slight tongue, our tongues danced to a non-existent song before he pulled away to plaster purplish marks down my neck.

His surprisingly strong grip went from my hair down to my soft stomach, to my hips, placing more soft purple marks all of my neck and chest.

The rules my mom set in place were threw out the window and shat on.

I pulled off my shorts sexually and seductively, leaving me in a black thong, he took a quick second to examine my body, which made him really hard.

I began to straddle my self onto him, rubbing my clothed clit over his hard boner, i let out a soft moan as my pussy became impatient and wet. He grabbed onto my full hips as we both moaned in harmony. He slapped my ass supportively then threw his head back in pleasure; before completely flipping us over.

Noens pov:

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She towered over me, a sexy stare like that is dangerous game to play, she slid off my shirt and placed love bites on my pale white skin, turning it blue.

I pushed her head down to my boner , that was desperately wanting to be pleased. She looked up at me with those innocent cute eyes and fluttery lashes.

"It hurts.." I complained playfully, then bit my lip as her hand pulled down my boxers, she seemed nervous, i didn't want to pressure her to do something she didn't want to do.

"Hey you don't have to do it if you don't want to." I empathize, "Its fine." She said with a gulp.

She pulled out my cock, beginning  to slowly stroking it. She had to use two hands because one hand wouldn't fit around it.

i moaned in pleasure as she sucked on my sensitive tip, and stroked the rest my of my dick, Her mouth was to tiny to fit any more.

Every time she attempted to go deeper she would spit up more saliva and gag, tears formed in her eyes and her mascara was messed up and drippy.

She sucked, licked and flicked my dick, considering her being half a virgin shes really good at handling dick.

"sit on it." I erotically say before she took orders , sliding herself on me, she let out a long and soft moan.

She whimpered as she rode up and down onto my dick, "Your to- big" She would complain, "Shut up and take it." Id reply to her whiny self.

"Im gonna go faster, alright ?" I tell her, she nodded in agreement.  i slapped her ass cheeks leaving a bright red hand print then gripped a large chunk.

I started pounding into tight pussy, making her cheeks clap in response, Her slutty screams filled the room, her big titties bounced on my face.

My dick went in-and-out of her at a very speedy  pace, her pussy gripped so tightly around my dick which was beyond pleasurable. I let out rough and sexual moans as i felt myself come closer to my finishing point, "Im gonna cum!" She yelled repeatedly, "Say your a dirty little slut and ill let you finish." I tease, i watched her face go red from embarrassment.

"Say it." I say aggressively, slapping her ass cheek again.

"Im a dirty little slut." She whimpered.

"Fuck yea you are," I repeat over again before i bust deeply inside of her releasing all of my warm liquid into the slut, her legs began to tremble and shake as she hit her finishing point a little to hard.

"Shhh.. calm down." I say comforting her running my fingers through her hair, she let out little breaths and laid her self down on my chest, i kissed her forehead gently to let her know its all over.

"I love you." i quietly whisper into her hair as she she drifted off to sleep.

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A/n:

should i write more long chapters or stick to the short ones.. or should i do both?

[avaalons]

Chris Evans Fic: Library Day (NSFW)

Can I request an imagine? Reader meets Chris in a library while he is researching for a new role. The reader and him lock eyes through the stacks and it goes from there. It can be fluffy or smutty. :) Thank you!

***

It was a disgusting day. Grey cloud, grey rain falling in sheets across the city, grey puddles, grey buildings like the copious amounts of water had washed away all the colour. Everything just seemed… dirty and it made Chris itch like he wanted to get out of his skin. Granted, he wasn’t a huge fan of soaring heat but this was the weather he hated the most. It made him feel grey inside and out as he darted across the road, trying to avoid traffic and rain. He lightly jogged up a few marble steps, pushed open the aged wooden door and then he was in.

He’d always found libraries to be comforting and cosy, and exactly where he wanted to be on a grim day like this. The whispered hush, the smell of the books, the corners where you could just tuck yourself away and hide… it was perfect. Plus, he did actually have some research he needed to do for his next role so this gave him the perfect opportunity to hide from the weather and get some work done.

He headed to the biography section. His next film was based on World War II code breakers and he knew of some pretty high profile figures from that era that had since had biographies written about them. He knew exactly where they were and exactly which chair he was going to sit in. He pictured the worn leather Chesterfield armchair with the rolling arms and quilted back as he rounded the corner into the stacks. It was in the perfect place too, completed hidden away, partly under a staircase, at the back of the library behind all the rows upon rows of shelving. It was so dark in that corner, a floor lamp had been placed next to it with a dim bulb, just bright enough to be able to read if you were sat right under it but not much more.

He made quick work of plucking the biography he needed from the shelf and headed to his favourite spot, only to stop short when he rounded the final shelving unit. The chair, his chair, had already been claimed by a long limbed young woman. He could tell you were long limbed because you sat sideways across the chair, your lengthy legs draped over one arm from under a skirt, your body slightly angled to lean against the wing on one side. You were absorbed in the book propped against your thighs, absentmindedly chewing on a strand of hair that had escaped from your haphazard ponytail.

His first instinct was to dart back into the stacks until he figured out what to do. He needed that chair, it was what he had come here for today. Unfortunately, his quick movement had been picked up in the your peripheral vision and your gaze darted up. He tried to subtly get another look at you through the stacks but his eyes immediately locked on yours. The ruse was up.

‘Hello?’ You called out quizzically, 'Who’s there?’

He closed his eyes in annoyance before stepping out. It’d be more weird to not acknowledge that he was there now. He didn’t want to seem like stalker or something. So he stepped out from his hiding place into your direct line of sight.

'Hi,’ he gave an awkward wave as a sheepish smile graced his features. 'Sorry to startle you, I just… uh… wasn’t expecting to see anyone here.’

You stared at him steadily, waiting for him to realise how stupid he sounded.

'You didn’t expect to see anyone? In a public library?’ You deadpanned.

He rubbed the back of his head with one hand, embarrassed. You used his discomfort in the silence to give him a once over. In his loose fitting sweat pants and hoodie, he looked every inch the typical frat boy. But older. The backwards cap was just the icing on the cake and you had to bite back a laugh. Was he going straight to a game from here or something? You wondered idly how rude it would be to make a snarky comment about how you were surprised to learn that he could actually read.

'I just… this is kind of my corner, you know?’ he winced, realising he probably wasn’t doing himself any favours.

'Again, public library,’ you emphasised the 'public’ sarcastically.

'Yeah, yeah, I got it. Well, I hope you get done what you need to in the magic corner,’ he couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped from his words as he turned on his heel and made walk back into the stacks.

You watched him walk, his delectable ass catching your eye, his strong and defined muscles shaping through his clothes, despite the thick sweater material and your mouth watered slightly. He might dress like a nineteen year old, but his body and his demeanour betrayed his older, more experienced masculinity and suddenly you desperately wanted to know what was under all that sweatshirt cloth.

'Wait!’ you called out as quietly as you were able while still getting his attention.

He had already disappeared behind the stacks and you were worried you’d missed him. You jumped up quickly just as his head appeared from behind the shelving.

'Yes?’ he was intrigued.

'I was thinking maybe… there’s enough room in this corner for the two of us?’ The tone of your voice had shifted slightly, more needy, more gravelly, and you hoped he could pick up on it.

'Oh? And where exactly do you propose I sit while I read my book? There’s only one chair.’ He was fully out of the stacks now, taking slow steps towards you. Predatory. Yep, he’d heard your voice change.

'I wouldn’t be adverse to sharing. Or not even sitting at all,’ your body began to subtly quiver under his gaze and suddenly you didn’t feel massively brave anymore. But you’d started this and you intended to finish. Maybe more than once.

'Huh. And reading?’ He was right in front of you now, voice no more than a whisper, managing to exude sex despite the ridiculous choice of head wear.

You held his gaze steadily, trying to maintain your confidence, 'I’m about done for the day. I’ve been sat in that chair for hours and could do with stretching out.’

He was silent and unmoving and it unnerved you. Your hand reached out of its own accord, perhaps sensing there would be a sudden movement, and your fingertips pushed against his hoodie to feel the solid wall of muscle underneath.

The connection sent him into action and all at once he wound one arm around your lower back, hoisting you against his body, the other hand flying to your face to cup your jaw and bring your lips to his roughly, desperately. His strength kept you barely on your tip toes and when he began walking backwards, you were powerless to stop him. In no time at all, you were sandwiched tightly between his body and the wall behind the chair, just tucked away under the rarely-used staircase, pinned there while you ravaged each other’s mouth, hips beginning to undulate instinctively even at this early stage. He pulled away to let your breathe but moved on to your neck, kissing and sucking and biting his way across your heated flesh.

He nudged your legs apart to place his knee between them, bracing his shin against the wall, letting you rest your weight against his thigh as he pulled your hands far above your head. You ground down against him, already needed to feel the delicious friction and to ease some pressure. He was everywhere and you were totally at his mercy. The fire had ignited within you and you were almost keening with neediness.

'Shhh,’ he whispered in your ear, the vibrations going straight to your most sensitive places, 'You’ll be in trouble if we get caught.’

His whole body pressed into yours and you were growing wetter by the second.

'Please,’ you begged, trying to grind against his thigh. There were too many layers between you and it wasn’t enough.

'Do you need me to touch you? Not getting very far by yourself I think.’

You moaned in reply, head thrown back against the wall, chest heaving.

He gathered both your wrists in one hand, keeping your arms stretched as high as they would go, the now free hand travelling the side of your body, skimming the skin of your neck, your ribs, your hips and your thigh until he got to the hem of your skirt. His hand travelled underneath, performing a u turn and going back the way it came before veering off towards where you needed him the most.

'We’re going to have to move fast baby, don’t want anyone to find us like this,’ he reminded you as his fingers inched between where your bodies were joined.

The reference to the very public setting for your tryst only served to heighten the tension, the danger and anticipation tightening your chest.

You felt him stroke your clit through the now soaked material of your underwear a couple of times before delving underneath, pushing the lace to one side and circling his fingers through your slick folds. The relief was intense and when he inserted two fingers without warning, you were sure you gasp was loud enough to be audible through the building.

'Told you we were moving fast,’ he grinned.

He was pumping and scissoring his fingers while sucking at the skin of your neck. You could tell he wasn’t trying to make you come on his hand, he was simply preparing you for the next stage.

He withdrew as quickly as he had entered and pulled you off the wall with him, turning you around and bending you over the back of the chair. Your knees nearly gave way then, realising exactly how it was going to be, and looking out over the stacks, you knew that if anyone decided to wander down here, all they would see was you bracing yourself against the chair and being slammed into from behind.

You felt him pull your skirt up over your ass and he stroked you a few times, gliding over your smooth skin. He hooked a finger under your panties and swiftly pulled them to your knees. Then there was nothing but the rustle of material and you looked over your shoulder to see him releasing his dick from his sweatpants. It stood bold and proud over the waistband as he pumped himself a few times, one hand still smooth on your ass.

'Hold on,’ he warned you and you braced yourself, breasts pressed against the chair.

He slid his tip through your slick wetness once, twice, teasing your clit before nestling at your hot entrance. You felt him hook an arm under your body for leverage and then he moved. As he slammed in to you in one swift movement, he pulled you by the hips towards him and he was as deep as he could go from the first thrust. He wasted no time before setting a punishing pace and you could do nothing but hold on and try to stay silent. He filled you completely, relentlessly, over and over again and you could hear his grunts as he leaned over you, animalistic, grinding his dick against your top wall, seeking out your g spot as quickly as possible, desperation, danger and urgency taking over.

He would pull almost the whole way out before plunging back in and each thrust shunted you roughly into the chair. It took all your strength to brace yourself and not let you, and the chair, be driven forwards by the sheer power of him.

He was winding you up and the coil was about ready to be released. You could tell from the faltering rhythm that he was almost there too. You made to reach down with one hand, practically sobbing with need, fingers seeking out your clit but he smacked your hand away when he realised, circling an arm under you and pressing his own fingers against that particular sensitive spot. You closed your eyes and let him take over, manipulating your body to orgasm with ease. The pounding from behind and the circling at the front was all you needed and you came apart spectacularly, swallowing your moans down, knees shaking, legs jelly, being held up purely by his own hands as he thrust sharply a few more times and stilled, coming hard as you involuntarily clenched and unclenched around him.

He gave it a few seconds, milking the aftershocks with shallow thrusts, before pulling out, dragging your panties back up your legs and pulling your skirt down over your ass. You stood up experimentally, seeing how much your legs could take and you turned around just as he was tucking himself back into his sweatpants.

'Thanks for that, I feel much more loosened up now,’ you told him, collecting your bag from the floor where you had left it earlier.

'My pleasure,’ he grinned, 'Any time. Sharing my corner turned out to not be so bad after all.’

You walked away slowly, letting your hips sway just enough, knowing that he’d be watching you retreat.

'Hey!’ You heard his deep voice behind you.

'Yes?’ You answered, but didn’t turn around or stop walking.

'You didn’t tell me your name.’

You glanced back over your shoulder to see him still stood behind the chair, hands tucked in his sweatpants pockets.

'You don’t need it,’ you told him with a wink before disappearing into the stacks.

***

Chris sighed as he put his key into the front door of his home, already hearing Dodger’s paws rattling against the hard wood of the hallway floor.

'Hey boy, have you been good?’

'He’s been an angel, as always,’ an unmistakeable feminine voice filtered through from the sitting room.

Chris paused, ruffling Dodger’s fur, 'I didn’t think you’d be home yet.’

'I finished up earlier than I thought.’

Chris stood, walking through into the sitting room and seeing a pair of long legs dangling from under a skirt over the arm of one of the plush armchairs.

He leaned over the top of the chair to so he could see your face looking up at him.

'Oh yeah?’ Chris asked, grinning, 'And how was your trip to the library?’

'Extremely… satisfying,’ you returned his grin as his leaned down to press his lips to yours. Gentle, this time, reverent, 'What about you? Did you find what you needed?’

'A very fulfilling experience, I found,’ he spoke lowly against your mouth, 'I’ll tell you all about it later.’

[lizzzybooo]

AmazingButt

Summary: “What have you done?” he heard an amused voice from behind him say.

He turned to look at Dan, who was standing on the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest and a fake scolding expression on his face.

“I knocked it down. With my butt.” Phil said, eyes wide, like he couldn’t even believe his own clumsiness. ------------------------------------ or the one where Phil is mad at his butt for ruining everything, and Dan shows him how great his butt can be

(fluffy smut, rimmimg, bottom phil)

words: 3862

read on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11823603#main

Phil looked at the fallen tiles with a defeated look. He just spent two hours sticking them to the wall, making sure to sound proof the gaming room before they filmed the next video.

They haven’t got any complains yet, not really. But one of the neighbors did comment on how it sounded like they were having a wild Friday night the last time they saw him in the hallway. They were too embarrassed to say that the noise he (and probably most of the people on their floor) heard was not a wild party, but just him and Dan playing some video games, screaming at the screen.

Well, mostly Dan screaming, but still.

After that Phil took it upon himself (because Dan showed a remarkable level of indifference towards the situation) to sound proof the room.

It was a tedious job. Taking a tile and sticking it to the wall, and doing so again and again and again.

And then, with one wrong move, when he bent over to lift up another tile and stick it as well, he felt his bum colliding with the soft wall of foam. When he turned around he saw half of his hard work scattered on the floor.

He stared at the disaster with horror in his eyes, his brain debating if he should scream in frustration or go cry his eyes out in his bed.

“What have you done?” he heard an amused voice from behind him say.

He turned to look at Dan, who was standing on the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest and a fake scolding expression on his face.

“I knocked it down. With my butt.” Phil said, eyes wide, like he couldn’t even believe his own clumsiness.

Dan managed to look at him with exasperation for exactly three seconds before letting out a loud bark of laughter.

Phil groaned loudly, covering his face with his hands.

“It’s not funny!” he whined, voice muffled.

Phil didn’t take his hands from his face when he heard steps coming his way, and a moment later he could feel two large hands holding his wrists and pulling them gently from his face, reveling a fond looking Dan.

“You have to admit Phil, it really is.” Dan said, still holding Phil’s wrists with both his hands.

Phil shook his head.

“It’s not! I spent like…a million years sticking those things on the wall! And my stupid huge butt had to ruin everything.” He let himself pout, inching closed to Dan and burying his head in his neck, fully aware of how whiny his voice was being. He didn’t care. He was allowed to whine. He was a victim of his own body and he had every right to moan about it.

Dan let go of his wrists and wrapped his arms around Phil’s waist, still chuckling quietly at his boyfriend’s distress.

“Don’t blame your butt. It’s not its fault you don’t know how to control your own body,” Dan said, amused, his hands drawing circles on Phil’s hips and his breath tickling Phil’s ear.

Phil pushed himself farther into Dan’s neck, letting himself be as needy as his heart desired at that moment. He just went through a traumatic experience, he deserved all the comfort his boyfriend was willing to provide.

“No. It is my butt’s fault. It’s huge and it gets in the way and I blame it for all my misfortunes.” Phil grumbled.

Dan let out another small laugh and moved his hands down from Phil’s hips to the defendant butt, squeezing it through the shorts Phil was wearing, making Phil squeak in surprise.

“Don’t offend this butt. This is my butt and you have no right to speak badly about it.” He said, lowering his head to bite lightly at Phil’s ear lobe.

Phil felt himself shiver from the touch but pulled back a little so he could look at Dan with narrowed eyes.

“Your butt? Excuse me, the last time I checked it was attached to my body.” Phil said with an annoyed tone, even though Dan could see the amused glint in his eyes.

Dan shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. Still mine.” He said, moving his hands from Phil’s ass back to his hips.

“Everything is mine.”

“Oh is that so?” Phil challenged, already having an idea where this conversation was heading.

Dan nodded in response and leaned in, leaving a lingering kiss on Phil’s forehead.

“My forehead.” He mumbled, moving down to Phil’s cheeks that started to get warmer by the second.

“My pretty pink cheeks.” He said, kissing each of them and causing them to get even darker.

He let his lips skim over Phil’s nose, then grazing it with his teeth and biting a little at the tip.

“My nose,” he added, earning a giggle from Phil.

Phil felt himself flush all over. Dan knew all too well that this possessive talk never failed to get Phil hot and bothered.

Dan moved down Phil’s face, kissing along his jaw and down his neck, one hand moving up to Phil’s hair and pulling gently, making Phil show more of his neck for Dan to kiss and suck on.

“All mine.” Dan said, and bit down on Phil’s neck, sucking hard on the skin and making Phil whimper.

“Don’t leave a mark.” Phil managed to say with a breathy voice, fighting against his body’s desire to push more into Dan’s mouth.

Dan sucked harder for a second in response.

“My neck, I’ll do what I want.” He said cheekily, but let it go.

Dan moved his hands to the front of Phil’s shirt, sneaking them inside it and moving his fingertips up Phil’s stomach and chest. He let is fingers circle Phil’s nipples gently, feeling them harden under his touch, before pinching them playfully, making Phil let out a breathy moan. Fuck his nipples were sensitive.

“My cute nipples, all eager for me to touch them.” Dan said with a smirk, pinching again a little harder.

“Shut up.” Phil’s voice was a lot less stern then he intended it to be, instead sounding almost begging for more.

He let his head fall back down to Dan’s shoulder, trying to clear the clouds that formed in his mind enough to move his head and kiss Dan’s neck, or touch his body, or basically do anything that wasn’t just standing there, getting more and more worked up.

But before he could do that, one of Dan’s hands moved down from his chest to the front of his shorts, squeezing the bulge that formed there, making Phil’s knees go weak and his body to slump against Dan, hand’s going up to clutch Dan’s shoulders for support.

“Oh and look at that, my cock, all hard and desperate for me.” Dan said, lips right by Phil’s ear, voice half a whisper.

Phil let out a moan when Dan started massaging his cock through his shorts, leaving kisses behind his ear.

Phil’s hold on Dan’s shoulders was borderline painful. He tried as hard as he could to compose himself, but Dan’s hands were relentless and soon enough Phil stopped trying.

But just when Phil started to get really lost in the pleasure, hips moving towards Dan’s hand eagerly, Dan removed himself from Phil’s dick, making Phil whine at the lost.

Dan circled Phil’s waist again with both his hands, and then sneaked them down Phil’s shorts and pants, feeling the skin of Phil’s round bum with his hands, squeezing hard.

“My perfect, spectacular butt. Truly deserves all the praises in the world,” He said, before crushing his lips with Phil’s, kissing him hard and deep.

Phil responded immediately, kissing back hard and eager, arms going around Dan’s neck, pushing his tongue past Dan’s lips and licking into his mouth.

Dan pulled back from the kiss too soon, giggling when Phil tried to chase his lips.

He leaned forward, hands still down Phil’s pants, and left two innocent kisses on Phil’s cheeks.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower, and then I can show you how useful this butt of yours can be?” Dan whisper in Phil’s ear, feeling his body tense from the words.

Phil nodded, not able to say anything. His face was bright red and he felt a little dizzy from excitement. He leaned forward, leaving another lingering kiss against Dan’s lips and hurried up the stairs to the sound of a laughing Dan.

Phil knew what was coming, and he didn’t even care how desperate he seemed at that moment.

Dan knew that Phil liked getting rimmed. Liked it a lot. Liked it so much he was willing to do a lot to get Dan to do it.

And Dan took advantage of that fact more often than not.

Not in a mean, manipulative way, no. just in a small, day to day kind of way.

Like if he really didn’t want to do the dishes when it was his turn, or edit a gaming video he was supposed to edit, or open the door to the postman early in the morning.

The promise to eat Phil out as a reward never failed to convince Phil to do those things for him.

And it wasn’t like Dan minded it. There was nothing better for him in a relationship then figuring out ways to make his partner content and satisfied. Nothing better for him then seeing Phil’s excited and flustered face when he knew he was going to get rimmed, or the blissed out face he had after they were done.

And the funny thing was, Phil didn’t even want them to try it on him in the first place. He couldn’t even imagine it feeling good in any way.

It was Dan who asked him to try it the first time. Saying he saw it while watching porn a few times and thought it looked really hot.

Phil didn’t mind rimming Dan (as long as he was fresh out of the shower), but really hesitated when after doing it a few times like that, Dan suggested they switched places.

“God Phil this feels so fucking fantastic, you got to let me do this to you someday.” He said one night. They were lying in bed, both content and breathing heavy after getting each other off.

Phil rolled from his back to his side, facing Dan. he reached out his hand and traced Dan’s exposed collarbone.

“I don’t know… I don’t really see what there’s to like so much. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you like it but I don’t think I would.” Phil said absentmindedly, moving to snuggle closer to Dan’s body.

Dan wrapped his arm around Phil and pulled him closer so he could drop a kiss to the top of his head.

Phil always had trouble trying new things, being the creature of habit that he was. Dan learned long ago not to push, but also let the options stay open, just in case.

“Well you obviously don’t have to, but we can always try and worst case scenario you don’t like it and we don’t try again.”

“I’ll think about it.” Was Phil’s response.

A few days later it was Phil who suggested they try it on him, much to Dan’s surprise.

Phil was really nervous, and Dan took his time getting to the point that night, trying to get Phil as worked up as possible to make the experience as good as he possibly could.

But turns out, he didn’t really need to.

The moment Dan’s tongue touched Phil’s hole Phil let out such a loud moan Dan was even taken aback for a second.

That night they discovered just how much Phil loved the feeling of Dan’s tongue in his ass. He even came untouched, something that had never happen to him before.

When they were done Phil felt so overwhelmed by what he had experienced he didn’t even take the time to feel embarrassed, which Dan was more than pleased about, as it didn’t take a lot to make Phil feel embarrassed by things that shouldn’t make him feel that way, especially in front of Dan.

And now, a few years later, Phil didn’t care at all how desperate he was coming off. They both knew how much he loved it, how euphoric it made him feel, and there was nothing for him to be ashamed of.

By the time he was done showering and cleaning himself, Dan was already waiting for him in the bedroom, lying on the bed and scrolling on his phone.

Phil entered the room, his body still wet and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Dan lifted up his face from the small screen in front of him and smiled at Phil, patting the place next to him on the bed.

Phil dropped the towel on the floor, leaving his naked body on display for Dan to look at and made his way to the bed, throwing himself unceremoniously next to Dan and giggling at the yelp Dan let out in response.

Phil crawled on top of Dan’s still clothed body, making sure to shake his damp hair above Dan’s face and get him wet.

Dan made a protesting sound but his expression was undoubtedly fond.

“Hi,” Phil said with a smile, leaning down and leaving a sweet kiss on Dan’s lips.

Dan lifted up his hands, gently tracing Phil’s cheeks with his fingers and guiding his head back down for another, more lingering, kiss.

“Hello,” he said with a smirk before flipping both of them on the bed so he could hover above Phil’s body.

He leaned down to kiss Phil again, hard, trying to get back the spark they felt earlier in the gaming room.

Phil responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Dan’s body and pulling him closer, opening his legs and wrapping them around Dan’s calves so that their bodies would be pressed tightly against each other.

They kept going for a while, kissing and touching and feeling. But when Dan could feel his own jeans starting to feel painfully tight, and Phil’s hard cock thrusting up against his hip in search of friction, he pulled away despite the protesting noise coming out of Phil.

“I thought you wanted me to eat you out, but if I was wrong we can just keep doing this,” Dan said teasingly, bending his head down to kiss at Phil’s neck.

Phil let out a whine.

“Dan…” he said, half annoyed half begging.

Dan chuckled, lips still pressed to Phil’s neck, feeling Phil’s body shiver from the feeling.

“Okay fine. But only because you were so mean to your butt earlier and it deserves a reward for putting up with your harsh words.” He said, lifting up his head from Phil’s neck and looking down at his flushed cheeks.

“Whatever,” Phil said, trying to roll his eyes, but it didn’t have the same affect it usually had when Dan did it.

Dan chuckled again, leaving a last, sweet kiss on Phil’s lips before asking him to turn around, butt in the air.

Dan got off of Phil’s body, taking his own jeans off, looking at Phil turning around, lifting his bum up in the air and leaving his face pressed to the mattress.

Phil didn’t like this position when he was bottoming. He read somewhere that it made it easier for the other person to imagine someone else while having sex, because they couldn’t see their partner’s face, and it made him feel really put off.

He had no doubt that Dan was thinking of him, even when he couldn’t see his expression (Dan made sure to always moan Phil’s name hard, never letting him forget how appreciated he was), but something insecure in Phil’s mind always insisted that even if it’s not likely, it might still be the case.

But when Dan was eating him out…well, that was another story.

They tried different positions, but this was the only way Dan could get his tongue as deep as possible inside of him.

Besides, this was about Phil, about his pleasure, and as selfish as it sounded he didn’t have the fear of Dan thinking about someone else, because Dan didn’t get too much out of the experience except watching Phil melt with pleasure.

But he knew Dan didn’t care, loved it actually. Sometimes it was easier to focus on one of them, invest all their energy on making it an intense experience.

And they never minded, because watching your partner being pleasured was one of the hottest things in the world. And giving them that pleasure was even better.

Besides, they always showed their gratitude later, or the next time. That was one of the best parts of having a partner for so long, there was never any pressure.

Dan made his way back to Phil, getting comfortable behind him. He put both his hands on Phil’s butt cheeks, caressing them lightly, admiring the milky white skin.

He leaned down, leaving kisses on the base of Phil’s spine and both his butt cheeks, making sure to suck on the skin a little, pulling back to watch it become pink.

Phil was breathing heavy, but waited patiently for Dan to continue, letting him have his fun.

“What a beautiful ass.” Dan said eventually.

“Like, seriously, I didn’t even know an ass could look so good in my eyes until I met you.” He added, bending down to kiss the pink skin he sucked on a moment ago.

“Shut up,” Phil said with a giggle, and then gasped a second later when he felt Dan’s lips leaving a light kiss against his entrance.

Dan, delighted by Phil’s response, stuck out his tongue and licked a few, long licks from Phil’s balls to his hole, not putting his tongue inside him just yet.

Phil let out a load groan, his body shivering from the feeling.

Dan kept that up for a while, watching Phil becoming more and more desperate.

When he heard Phil’s weak voice saying “Dan, please,” in a pleading way, he finally decided to take pity on him.

He spread Phil’s butt cheeks with his thumbs, watching his pink, excited hole for a second before leaning forward and getting his tongue inside of it.

Phil let out a load moan, pushing his body back against Dan’s mouth, not having any control over his body’s actions.

“Ahh please Dan, yes.”

God, he loved this. The feeling of Dan’s insistent tongue inside of him, prodding and licking and trying to touch all of his most sensitive spots from inside.

And Dan was defiantly good at this. He spread Phil’s cheeks even more, pushing his face as far as he could, his tongue as deep as he could, licking and sucking and puling Phil’s trembling body even closer to him by the hips, making sure Phil won’t collapse on the bed from the effort to keep himself up.

Dan loved it. His dick was throbbing in his boxers just from hearing Phil moan so loudly, trying to push back so desperately even though his body was trembling so badly.

“Oh my god Dan, so good, oh oh right there, yes.” Phil was letting out strings of praises and pleas, not even knowing what he was saying anymore.

Dan found a steady rhythm, pushing his tongue in and out of Phil’s hole, increasing his speed more and more and feeling Phil’s body push harder and harder against his face, hearing Phil’s moans get loader and loader.

Dan knew Phil was close, and he tried to go as fast as he could. Phil didn’t manage to come without touch every time they did this, but Dan had the feeling tonight was one of those nights, so he doubled his efforts, gripping Phil’s hips painfully hard and giving his partner all that he got.

Phil came with a scream. He felt like his orgasm was spreading through his entire body, sending shocks of pleasure so intense that he felt like he might black out.

Dan kept working him through it, letting his movement become slower and slower until they stopped completely.

He pulled back, letting Phil collapse on his front, not even careful to avoid the mess he created on the mattress.

Dan immediately pulled his boxers down, putting his hand on himself and moaning at the feeling.

It didn’t take long for him to come with a groan on Phil’s ass, watching his cum land on Phil’s spent, perfect butt.

When he was done and felt his brain clearing up from the clouds that formed in there he got up quickly and got a washcloth from the bathroom.

Phil was still lying on his front, breathing heavily, and if it wasn’t for the appreciative hum Dan got in response to him cleaning his cum from Phil’s ass, he would have assumed Phil had fallen asleep.

“Turn around,” Dan asked gently, pushing Phil’s body and helping him turn to his back.

He cleaned Phil’s tummy where he had his own cum sticking to him from lying down in it, and threw the washcloth down on the floor, lying down next to Phil, making sure neither of them was on the wet patch Phil left.

Phil sighed contently, immediately moving to cuddle up to Dan, head resting on his chest and arms and legs wrapping around him, gripping hard, like an octopus.

“Thank you,” Phil said quietly, leaving a few kisses on Dan’s chest where his head was lying.

Dan wrapped his arm around Phil’s shoulder, pulling him closer and kissing his head a few times.

“Don’t thank me, thank your great butt. You should remember this the next time you decide to insult your best asset,” Dan said, reaching his hand down from Phil’s shoulders to his bum, giving it a light slap.

Phil giggled, wiggling his body even closer to him so that half of his body was covering Dan’s. Dan couldn’t say he minded too much.

“Trust me, I’ll remember. I’ll bake it a cake tomorrow and write “thank you for being the best butt in the world. P.s try not to knock any more tiles down.” Phil closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh.

“Although, if it gets me this, I can’t say I mind it too much.” Phil added, opening his eyes and looking up at Dan.

Dan giggled, pulling Phil up a little so he could hug him closer, feeling Phil nuzzle into his neck.

“Are you going to help me stick the rest of the tiles tomorrow?” Phil asked hopefully, voice muffled into Dan’s skin.

“No,” he answer, kissing the top of Phil’s head again.

Phil let out a sigh.

“I hate you.” He said letting his eyes close and his body relax.

“I love you you idiot.” Was all the answer Phil heard before falling asleep.

True to his word, Dan didn’t help Phil stick the rest of the tiles the next day, but he did kiss all over Phil’s arm when Phil managed to knock down even more of the tiles while flailing it around.

Notes: so...yeah... more smut haha woops

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