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Yes… this is exactly what I need

I feel like real, comfortable, sex would be easiest with michael. Like for once you don’t have to worry about getting rid of hair and covering up marks and wearing sexy panties and putting on a show. Michael would rip off your sweatpants in the backseat of a truck in the middle of summer to reveal granny panties that he just softly smiles at and tugs those down to see unkempt body parts that he doesn’t even flinch at. And he’d glance up at you and snake his hands under your shirt up your sweaty body and tug it past your messy hair. And you could have all the armpit hair you want and he’d just kiss down your arms and feel your tremble underneath him. Michael would cradle you, he’d place his hands on areas you think are fat and nuzzle his face into them and whisper against you. He’d tug you up to his body and you’d rake your hands through each others messy clumps of hair while lazily dragging your lips across his stubble and neck and shoulders. And you wouldn’t even get all your clothes off before having such messy and urgent sex with your face pressed into his shirt and his hands sprawled against your spine and the heat from outside makes you drenched, and the warmth from each others skin and smell of clothes and hair. And everything is so imperfect and he giggles against your neck and whispers that your crushing his balls before adjusting you and having you slip in his hands and land on the seat, and youre laughing the hardest you’ve ever laughed until you’re nearly crying while he keeps thrusting weakly because he can’t stop laughing either.
And for a moment in that truck with the sun beaming against the seat, and a flushed skinned Mikey hiccuping out giggles, and all your insecurities exposed to him, shaking with your chest heaving and fists full of his shirt, everything feels so right

Private Conversations

This is for ginavstheworld who said she wanted a story where Angie used Morse code to be naughty. I hope you enjoy it!


Angie Martinelli was nobody’s fool. She’d figured out fairly early on that Peggy Carter most certainly did not work for the phone company, so when she finally learned Peggy was an agent for the Scientific Strategic Reserve, it really didn’t come as a surprise. In fact, a lot of things made more sense after that revelation.  

With Peggy’s job no longer being the elephant in the room, Angie was delighted to discover their relationship had slowly changed. Peggy now had a confidante to come home to when her work day was particularly long, and Angie had someone who needed and valued her.

Nights were spent over shared conversation, laughter and, as roommates were apt to do, the occasional row. After all, Peggy Carter held very strong opinions on certain things, but by golly, so did Angie Martinelli. But through it all, Angie found herself becoming close to Peggy Carter. So close, in fact, that one evening Peggy simply laid down the book she’d been reading and turned to gaze at Angie before silently capturing her mouth in a kiss. Angie knew her eager response left little doubt that she was amenable to this new facet of their relationship, and when Peggy finally pulled away, she’d smiled at Angie, laced her fingers through her own and resumed her chapter. That night, when they retired for the evening, Angie accompanied Peggy to her room by unspoken agreement.

That had been almost two months ago, and the two women quickly settled into their new routine as lovers. Mornings were spent cuddling under the sheets, dancing around each other in the bathroom as they got ready for their day. Sometimes, they shared breakfast together when their schedules allowed, and many evenings, Angie left a warm plate in the oven for Peggy when she had to work late. But they always spent the night together, wrapped in each other’s arms, sometimes after a passionate round of lovemaking and sometimes after a quiet conversation while spooning.

Although Angie enjoyed Peggy’s mouth and hands on her body, it was the evenings spent talking that she adored the most. Hearing stories of Peggy’s childhood and days in the war never ceased to thrill her, and it was during one such conversation, Angie discovered Peggy knew Morse code.

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Zenith and Nadir

(Tall and Short)

(a/n: It’s past 3 am. I have loads of other things I’m in the middle of writing/ This is a bad idea but oh well… OMG I finished this like two weeks later. Sorry guys. I just graduated highschool and was super busy and my laptop screen is busted so I had to connect it to an old monitor. But that is all finally over and hopefully I will be able to finish some of these fics I’ve been working on. I have a few long ones that I’m working on but I don’t want to release them until they are completely finished that way I don’t just put up like five chapters and give up. Expect more from me very soon!)

Word Count: 2617

Genre: Smut, Slight Comedy, Uni AU

Warnings: Height Difference, Rim jobs, Blow jobs, Throat Fucking, Rough Sex, Dom!Phil, Bottom!Dan, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk

Prompt: cute short 5'3 Dan doesn’t wear anything but a big knee length t shirt to bed. His uni roommate Phil is 6'3 and Dan thinks he is a jerk because he refuses to help him get stuff off their high shelves, little does he know it’s because Phil knows the higher he reaches up the more his shirt raises at the back which means the more of his cute bare butt he gets to see…

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Fic Prompt: Having to violently sneeze because someone’s hair just went up their nose. Or making faces because said hair went in their mouth.

I know it’s been a while since I updated this, but for some reason I got the stroke of inspiration today and ended up finishing another prompt in the series. I guess I’ll never get away from writing, no matter how hard I try. I might get discouraged, but something always brings me back. I hope you enjoy this.

Find the rest of this series on AO3 | FFN


The Hair Disaster

It starts off like it usually does: a simple look, a light press of fingers against a shoulder, wide eyes roaming a sweaty body post-workout. And it always escalates into something more: a heated gaze, the lick of a tongue over bright pink lips, a kiss that goes from soft and gentle to passionate and hungry in less than a second. It really doesn’t take much to get them going.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take much to get them to stop either.

Oliver would think by now he’s have gotten used to the crazy ways they make love, but sometimes things don’t always go exactly as plan. Tonight he catches Felicity staring at him as he finishes his last rep on the salmon ladder, jumping down from the bar and landing gracefully on the floor beneath him in a predatory crouch.

She doesn’t miss the heat in his gaze or the way he licks his lips when he catches her staring at him from her computer. It’s Oliver’s favorite thing about her. Felicity has never shied away from looking at him with those gorgeous crystalline eyes that shine bright with awe and lust now that she knows they belong to each other. It gets him every time that he’s managed to find love and keep it, especially with her.

And tonight, when he catches her staring, Oliver doesn’t hesitate to stride up to her and kiss her thoroughly since the foundry is devoid of anyone but them. Diggle went home to Lyla and Sara hours earlier and Roy was upstairs managing the club with Thea. He wouldn’t be coming back down there anytime tonight. That leaves the entire basement free for them to do as they please, something Oliver takes advantage of almost immediately.

Wrapping his arms around Felicity’s waist, he hoists her out of her chair and she instantly wraps her legs around him, knowing exactly where this is going. She lets out a peal of laughter when his fingers trail against her ticklish sides, and he can’t help but smile as her eyes dance in the fluorescent lights. He loves her laugh, loves being the reason she laughs, and when he sets her down on the med table, she giggles again when his hands creep under the hem of her skirt and caress her creamy thighs.

“Oliver,” she purrs when he nuzzles her neck as he steps between her knees. A line of kisses runs down her throat until his lips reach her collarbone. That’s when his tongue snakes out, tasting her there. Felicity moans, and the sound echoes through the foundry, reaching his ears and instantly making him hard.

Fuck! He needs to feel her all around him, her skin pressed to his as they hold each other close in the throes of ecstasy. Oliver’s hands rip off her panties, tossing them behind him as his fingers curl into her causing her to moan again. By now, her hands are threaded in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as he teases her for several minutes with his fingers slipping in and out of her slickness while his lips suck the skin at the base of her neck.

He can feel the moment Felicity reaches her peak. Her breathing becomes shallow, and she pants against his ear, her hot breaths fanning out across his skin as he hastens his efforts. Curling his fingers up, he finds the spot that makes her cry out. She tenses immediately, her thighs quivering where they’re wrapped around his waist. A string of curses leaves her pretty mouth and Oliver bites into her skin trying not to laugh. He loves it when she talks dirty.

A few more expert thrusts of his fingers and she comes with a shout, his name reverberating off the cinder block walls. Her slickness coats his hand as he pulls it out from between her thighs and before he can suck the juices off himself, she grabs his wrist and brings his fingers to her lips. Just the sight of Felicity licking herself off him sets every nerve in his body aflame.

She’s pulled off the table with a squeak and turned around so that her hands land on the cool metal. Oliver pulls the drawstring holding his cargo pants to his hips and shoves them down until they pool at his ankles. His cock springs forth and he’s glad he decided against underwear after his shower that evening. In a matter of seconds, Felicity’s skirt is shoved up, exposing her perfectly round ass and shapely thighs to his hungry gaze. His hands cup each cheek, kneading and pulling until another moan escapes her lips.

“Fuck,” Oliver mutters as he guides his cock to her dripping entrance. He’s desperate to bury himself in her, take her hard and fast, make her come again around his dick this time instead of his fingers. The need grows as Felicity rears back, stroking her ass against his erection.

Oliver closes his eyes as he revels in the sensation of her silken skin pressed against him. He leans forward, his mouth open in a groan, fully intent on burying himself inside her, but doesn’t realize her head has tilted back. He ends up with a mouthful of Felicity’s hair and subsequently gags when it’s accidentally inhaled into his throat.

Before he knows it, Oliver starts to choke. He instinctively pulls away from her, coughing and gagging, and trips on the pants that are still wrapped around his ankles. Then he’s falling, unable to catch himself because his lungs and throat still burn from inhaling hair, and he falls to the cold floor on his bare ass.

Above him, Felicity turns with a gasp, her hand covering her mouth as she stares down at him, wide-eyed with shock and surprise. She doesn’t move for several seconds as he just lays there, trying to figure out what to do after such an embarrassing mishap. This isn’t his finest moment, but not his worst either.

Then she snorts. Her body shakes as she tries to hold in her laughter, but it’s damn near impossible. The effort is too much. Soon, Felicity’s carefree laughter echoes through the foundry. She kneels down, her hand falling to his chest as he glares up at her.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Felicity giggles, stroking her fingers along the lines and ridges until the settle over the scar that brought her into his world.

Oliver can’t be mad at her. He slips his hand over hers and smiles from where he lays on the ground at her feet. He still loves her laugh, even if it’s as his expense. “C'mere,” her murmurs, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down on top of him. Felicity falls willingly and lands on top of his chest with one hand still pressed over his heart while the other reaches out to steady herself against the floor near his head.

He hugs her to him, wraps his arms around her, and pulls her in for a gentle kiss. She sighs, and then his tongue is caressing her lips, silently asking for permission to go further. It’s no surprise when she relents, allowing Oliver’s tongue to delve into her mouth and deepen the kiss. Felicity wraps her arm around his neck, pulling herself closer until she’s straddled his waist.

Thankfully, the mood returns and they’re at it again, hands and lips caressing, kissing their way along exposed skin. It isn’t long before Felicity sits up. Her hands are firmly planted on his chest as she gazes down at him with those clear blue eyes. Oliver holds his breath as she shifts her hips, her ass stroking against his still-present erection until he’s throbbing to be inside her again. Then they rise and her hand reaches between their bodies to grasp him, guide him to her glistening folds.

Felicity sinks down onto him, her muscles fluttering against his cock until he’s seated to the hilt. They both groan and Oliver sits up, seeking out her lips to kiss her as they finally begin making love on the floor of the foundry. It’s not the ideal place, but it’ll do for now. After all, it’s his fault they ended up there in the first place and he’d be damned to let a free night like tonight go to waste.

Although it’s not what Oliver had in mind when he started this, he’s happy with the result. Felicity comes again, this time clenching around him and coaxing him into his own climax. Once it’s over, they lay there, happy and sated. Their eyes meet and they smile at each other.

“So, that happened,” Felicity comments as her fingers trace random patterns over his chest.

“Yeah, it did,” Oliver agrees, his body just as comfortable on the foundry floor as it is in her bed.

“I think if we wanna do this in the future, maybe it would be better on your cot or in my bed,” she replies, her head tilting up to give him a cheeky smile.

This time, Oliver laughs before he presses a kiss to her forehead and says, “That would be the smart thing to do. We’ll definitely have to try it next time.”

And it’s exactly what they do when he catches her staring at him again the following week, only this time, it actually goes as planned and they don’t end up on the floor, laughing at each other even though he still loves her laugh.

Sam Wilkinson Imagine - Smut For Miracle.

This is for wickedwilkinson

Contains smut, swear words (cuss/curse words).

THIS IS UNEDITED, EXCUSE MISTAKES.

– (Miracle’s POV) –

He’s staring at her way too much, I need to remind him what he’s got, which is so much better than a skinny red head with no ass and no boobs.

I leave my drink on the counter and walk over to my boyfriend on the dance floor, staring at the red head across from him who stares back. “Forget about me?” I yell over the loud music, grabbing onto his crotch which makes him wince and look at me.

“Miracle, what the fuck?!” He hisses, turning red in the face. I let go and guide him to the staircase to then drag him to a free bedroom.

“Baby girl what’s wrong? Why are you so pissed?” He asks, landing on the bed after I push him.

“You think it’s okay to stare at another girl and leave me standing to the side like some side hoe, I’m your girlfriend Sam, you should be staring at me like a piece of meat.”

“You’re jealous.” He chuckles, sitting up to connect our lips.

“Of fucking course I am, you need reminding of what you have, what will be waiting for you at home.” I smirk, taking off my dress whilst he stares at me.

“No foreplay baby, I need you now.” He groans, I happily abide seeing as I can’t wait any longer myself.

I allow him to strip off his clothes and roll on a condom before taking off my panties and bra. “You look so hot tonight baby, you know that?” He grunts, sliding into me at once.

I scream out in pleasure as he stretches me, tugging on his hair. “Fuck.” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist as he moves in and out of me.

“I fucking love y-you Miracle, I don’t need nobody e-else as long as I h-have you, got that baby girl?” He grunts, resting his forehead on my shoulder as he reaches down and begins rubbing my clit.

“I g-got it Sammy,” I moan, giggling slightly when the sound of our skin slapping together arrives and the headboard bangs against the wall. “Harder.” I pant, arching my back off the mattress.

“As you wish baby girl,” He replies and pounds into me harder. I clench his hair in my hand, my other hand clawing down his back. “Shit, you’re s-so tight baby girl.”

I only moan in response, closing my eyes as I feel the knot begin to tie in the pit of my stomach. “I-I’m go-gonna’ cum.”

“Let it all go baby.” He chuckles and kisses me. A few moments later, I release all over him - moaning as loud as I want so the bitch downstairs could hear us if the music wasn’t so loud.

“Fuck,” He moans, sitting up to hit a different spot inside of me. “I’m cl-close baby girl.”

“Let it all go baby.” I mimic, sliding my hands down his torso as he looks at our intimacy. His face begins to scrunch up in pleasure, his hands squeeze my knees as his thrusts go sloppy yet faster - riding out his high.

“Fuck, I need to make you jealous more often.” He snickers, falling down on the bed beside me after he pulls out and discards the used condom somewhere else. After all, we didn’t care; this isn’t our bedroom.

Surprise Run In- Jack Johnson Imagine

It’s around 5 o’clock in the morning as I’m walking down the streets of Omaha back to my house. I had just spent the night at Y/F/N’s house having a sleepover and forgot to bring a change of clothes. Super dumb right?? OH well. It was nice outside so I didn’t mind the walk. I put in my headphones and selected my party playlist. By the second song I was jamming out and I walked down the sidewalk taking breaks to bust a move.

 My latest favorite song Wildlife comes on and I completely stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

Yup no telling what I might do when I’m in the right mood
You know me
All up in the party like a VIP
And everything’s looking better from my POV…

 Gilinsky’s voice comes on the mic and I slow my dance moves down. I wind my body and do a 360 and to my surprise I find myself face to face with and amused stranger. My face changes from embarrassment to anger in a matter of seconds. I rip the headphones out of my head and raise my arms to the side “What the hell! How long have you been standing there?” I practically shout. “Since you dropped it like it’s hot” he has his arms folded across his chest and a smirk planted on his lips. I shamefully hang my head and turn on my phone “Gawd this is so embarrassing” I mutter. “You shouldn’t be embarr-” he started but I interrupted him “Holy shit” I cry. I take my phone and put it next to his face. He furrows his eyebrows confusion clearly on his face.

“You’re Jack Johnson as in Jack and Jack from vine this is a million times worse than I thought here I am rocking out to your song rapping like a damn idiot and you’ve been watching me the entire time. I’m just gonna go and save myself further humiliation” I blurt. I turn and begin to quickly walk in the other direction. He jogs in front of me and stops me by putting his hand on my shoulder “Wait hold on just a minute look it’s not that bad stop overreacting” I roll my eyes “easy for you to say” I mumble

“Oh don’t be like that plus you had some pretty sick dance moves”

A smile slowly creeps along my face and I’m overcome with courage. “So what are you doing out here anyway”

“Well I like to go running in the morning”

“That’s not what I meant” I chuckle. “Like why are you in Omaha shouldn’t you be off enjoying stardom in La La Land”

“Ha probably but I had some time off so jack and I decided to come home to visit we haven’t been back in a year which is I’m guessing about the time when you moved here”

“Umm yeah how did you know that?” I question looking down at the ground.

“Come on I’m sure you’ve noticed the town is pretty small everyone knows everyone and I definitely wouldn’t forget a face like yours”

I feel my face heat up as I slowly raise my eye to meet his “Yeah I moved here it’s a shame our paths didn’t cross sooner”

He glances down at his watch and makes a grimace “Look I’ve really got to get going but it was nice watching you dance” he says as he backs away and before I can say anything in return his back is to me and he continues on his run.

 **

Three hours later I’m sitting in my bed still trying to recover from my embarrassment earlier when I hear the doorbell ring and my mom answers it.

“Y/N” she shouts up the stairs.

I jog down the stairs wondering who could be at the door since I haven’t made plans with anyone today.

“You didn’t think this morning was going to be the last time you saw me did you?”

“W-Well I didn’t know and …” anyway how did you know where I lived
“I have my ways” he says with a wink.

“Ohhh ok” I say apprehensively.

I see him shift nervously and shove his hands deeper into his pockets
“So did you stop by just to tell me you know where I live or…?”

“Actually I’m hanging out with some friends tonight and thought you should hang out with us”

“Really?!” I say as my eyes light up and instantly try to regain my composure but it’s too late. He’s clearly noticed my excitement by the smirk plastered on his face.

“Yeah you seem pretty cool and the fact that you can dance is a bonus”

“Ha whatever, but sure I’m down to hang out”

I try to play it off as casually as possible but inside I’m doing the biggest happy dance of my life. My all time favorite crush just asked me to hang out with.

 **

“Hey it’s your bae jkjk bnr it’s Jack I’m almost outside you house”

I giggle at the message and race down the stairs. I peek out the front side window waiting for him to appear. When I see him come into view I open the door and race down the sidewalk. I run up and hug him wrapping my arms around his neck “Hey bae” I coo into his ears.

 As we walk down the street to his house I tell him that I just graduated before moving here making me a year older than him. I usually find myself not attracted to younger guys but for Johnson I’ll make an exception.

 We enter his house and I see a few guys huddled about a computer screen. All their eyes turn from Johnson to me as they all give me the once over. Jack does a roll call of everyone on the couch. Jack G flashes me his gleaming smile.

 “Oh so you’re Y/N, Jack failed to mention how gorgeous you were” He says

 I smile awkwardly and sit on the couch next to Johnson and Gilinsky. Jack G places his hand on my thigh and gives it a little squeeze.

“A little forward there aren’t we” I giggle and place his hand back on his lap.

 “Only when I see something I want” he whispers into my ear.

I sink back into the couch and Jack wraps his arm around my shoulder. Johnson gets up from the couch and walk somewhere upstairs presumably to his bedroom. I go to follow him but am stopped when Gilinsky grabs my arm. 

“Just where do you think you’re going?” he seductively asks

 “To hang out with the guy who invited me here duh” I scoff as a pry his hand off my arm visibly tired of his advances.

 I trot up the stairs in search of Jack’s room. I find him sitting on the window sill of his room overlooking the backyard. “So you mean to tell me that you’re going to invite me to hang out and then leave me downstairs alone

 “You were hardly alone down there, I’m sure Jack would keep you entertained” he retorts

 “I’m sure he would because you know the only reason I’m here is to hang out with him” I reply sarcastically.

 He turns his back to me refusing to make eye contact “Typical” he remarks.

 I walk up behind and place my head on his shoulder. “I was joking but clearly it wasn’t funny” I turn him around and sit on his knee “look I could be down there with Gilinsky if I wanted but I’m not” I lift his head to meet mine and kiss him on the cheek. I caress his face and look into those deep baby blues “You have no idea how much I like you” “Yeah whatever” he shrugs.

 I pull him over to the bed “God snap out of it, you can have me anyway you want and you’re still stuck on Gilinsky”

 I stand up and wrap my arms around his neck. “I know you’re used to everyone screaming for your friends but by the time we’re through the only name I’ll know is yours” I say as I bite my lip.

 I lean back onto the bed and pull Jack on top of me. “Y-Y/N what are you doing?”

I reach my hand to stroke his member as he lets out a groan “I’m trying to show you how special I think you are”.

Cookies and Cream (D.O. Smut)

Laughter eminated from the kitchen as you and D.O. chuckled repeatedly. “Stoooooop,” you playfully whined, as he smeared your nose with batter from the cake he was making. He smiled widely as he always does, and you retaliated by tossing a bit of sugar at him. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you lightly. You loved how sweet he was to you. “Wait here,” he instructed. You obeyed and waited patiently as he scurried out of the room. He came back with a white baker’s hat and held a matching pink one is his other hand. You started cracking up, remembering the day he had mentioned he liked the silly cooking hats.

 “Oh my gosh. I’m not wearing that ugly thing,” you said, messing with him. He frowned slightly and his lips became pouty. “Don’t even do that,” you warned, crossing your arms and pretending to ignore him. He came up behind you and let out a fake cry. “Please wear it for me,” he begged. You turned around and saw his painfully adorable face and couldn’t help but agree. “Yeah, alright, put it on me,” you told him. His face lit up with a child-like excitement as he positioned the pink hat on top of your head.

“You look amazing,” he commented in approval. You cringed as you looked in the hallway mirror at the awkwardness of the hat. “Put yours on now,” you demanded, grinning in amusement. He placed his on top of his small head and looked up with his bright eyes. You couldn’t help but stare at how good he looked. “What are you staring at,” he questioned, curiously. You smirked. “You just look so good in that hat now that I think about it,” you teased. He averted his eyes from you and moved around the kitchen counter. “I should put this cake in the oven now,” he squeaked.

You strode over to his side and slid a hand across his back. “When you’re done with that, why don’t you just come in the bedroom,” you taunted. His cheeks turned red and he did that goofy laugh that made your heart flutter. Without another word you pranced into the bedroom, stripping down to just your pink underwear and the chef’s hat that almost too coincidentally matched. You spread yourself out over the bed and awaited D.O.’s company. 

You got tired of waiting so you got up to see what D.O. was doing. You peered into the kitchen and he wasn’t there. You huffed and then you felt hands caress your arms. “Did the anticipation kill you,” he whispered against your skin, his voice deepening. Goosebumps rose on your skin as he kissed your shoulder. He reached around and massaged each breasts in his delicate hands. When you turned around you got a wonderful view of D.O. in just his hat and apron. His boner was sticking out obviously under the apron. “Actually I think the anticipation was killing you,” your eyes directed down at his erection. 

Your knelt down in front of him and lifted the apron, draping it over your head. You sucked him and hummed against his sensitive member. He moaned with all the bass he could muster in his voice. He pushed your head further down and didn’t let you go. You choked a little and gasped as he let you go. You laughed seductively and stood up again. He pulled you into a kiss and shoved his tongue into your mouth. “God you are so sweet,” he growled. 

You breathed heavily as his tongue wandered down to your neck, sucking the skin gently. He pushed you up against the kitchen wall and moved his hands all over your body. You could feel yourself start to drip from his touch. You yanked him onto the floor and pushed the apron out of the way, You slipped off your panties and pounced on his. He pushed into you as you lowered down onto him, both of you letting out a heavy groan. You began riding him slowly, enjoying every second of it. His breathing became ragged and he couldn’t help himself from biting his lip from the sensation of your wetness. He began raising his hips and pumping into you. He cried out as he felt himself about to cum. “I want to keep going,” he grunted, panting under you. 

You climbed off of him and he sat up, rising to his feet. You sucked him briefly and stood up also. He lifted your leg, letting it rest on the counter beside you, and dove into you. This time it was you biting your lip from the overwhelming sensation of him thrusting into you. You cried his name and felt yourself about to explode. You let yourself go and allowed him to cum also. He let out a deep roar as he finished, pushing deep into you and holding it there. He leaned over, resting his chest against yours. The oven timer went off and he gave a toothy smile, and said, “Now that’s how you make a cake.”

Open your eyes, Kate

So this is my entry for the summer hiatus kink meme 2015. It’s my first fanfiction ever, so please don’t extpect too much. But I thought I’ll give it a try.

Thanks to the lovely itsaresolution (BreakingBeckett on ff.net) who voluntered to be my beta for this story and also helped me with the title.

Pairing: Castle/Beckett

Rating: E!

Prompt: Kate Beckett has one body insecurity: her boobs. Castle convinces her she has nothing to worry about


She knows it’s silly. He loves her. He told her more than once, shows her everyday with his smile, the smallest touch of his hand while handing her the coffee. And how he looks at her, with so much awe she can’t breathe. They are in this together, have been for 3 weeks now. The sex is amazing. He is amazing. And he thinks she is amazing. So yes, she’s being silly.

However she’s standing in his bathroom, wearing just her black panties, facing the oversized mirror and staring at her chest. She’s proud of her body, for her age she’s doing pretty good and he has told more than once. And Castle is nothing but sweet, devouring every inch of her body until she’s a quivering mess.

But he is Richard Castle and he was a playboy once most of them flaunting curves that would catch any mans eye. So he must prefer his women a bit larger in that area.

Kate sighs, letting her right hand wander over her stomach up to her breast, hating that those feelings are making her this insecure.

“Starting without me?” Kate almost jumps backwards, swirling around to the door, seeing Castle leaning against the door frame watching her with a little grin.

“You wish” she snorts, grabbing her white shirt, trying not to be too fast by covering herself. But she’s totally not in the mood right now to be exposed like that. Especially not in his bathroom where the light is so powerful you should probably think about using sunglasses.

Castle is slowly pushing himself off the frame, strolling towards her. “Too bad. It looked like I could  have quiet enjoyed myself.” A shy smile is forming on her lips, but her eyes are not meeting his. Standing now in front of her he watches her face closely.

“Everything okay?” His hands cover her upper arms, fingers slowly curling around her biceps. Her arms are crossed over her chest, an attempt at covering her front even more.

“Yeah sure, everything is fine.” The smile on her lips she’s offering him too quickly replaced by pressing her lips together into a thin line.

“Everything is not fine”

She ignores him, is starting to leave, trying to move past him and out of the bathroom but his large hand is covering her waist and stomach. He’s softly pushing her backwards to were she was standing right in front of him only seconds ago.

“Castle, it’s really not important and – and it’s totally stupid okay? So it doesn’t matter.”

“Well it does matter to you, or you wouldn’t be here in the bathroom staring at the mirror for way too long with an expression in your eyes I would describe as – and please don’t hit me or something – sad maybe?”

She leans backwards against the sink, placing her hands on it on either side of her hips. A long sigh escapes her lips, her eyes staring at the floor not wanting to meet his clear blue that she knows are watching her.

“Is this maybe about the same reason why you won’t let me touch your breasts as much as I like to or you covering them up more than necessary during sex?” Her eyes shoot up into his, shocked by how well he knows her. “I didn’t think I was doing it that obvious.” she tells him, still holding his gaze.

“Well I’m pretty good at observing” He smiles at her gently, his eyes so soft, his expression nothing but understanding. “Did I do something wrong? Or something you didn’t like? I know we’re pretty new at this but-” He looks like a small child now, so she stops him by grabbing his hand, her fingers wandering up his forearm, letting it rest on his biceps.

“No! God no, Castle that’s not what this is about. You’re amazing, really… It’s just, I’m not really, you know…curvy like you prefer women to be.”

“Like I prefer women to be? Where is this coming from?” He looks totally at a loss. Never had he thought Kate Beckett would be in doubt of her knock out body.

“Oh come on Castle, I have met plenty of the girls you were interested in. I even caught you ogling Lanie at times. Look I’m not mad Rick.” She smiles shyly, meeting his eyes. He looks confused and a little bit scared. “Most guys do love bigger breasts, it’s not a secret.”

“Well I love your breasts.” He says, but Kate’s attempt to roll her eyes at him making it clear she doesn’t believe it. Well, it sounded a little cliché, so he’s trying for something else to convince her.
His hand is suddenly touching her waist, wandering up her side. The fabric of her shirt rustling under his palm. He’s lowering his head, until his lips are nuzzling her neck right under her ear leaving goosebumps on her skin.

His tongue is slowly making a hot path down her neck, both of his hands at her hips now, pushing her lower back into the sink behind her. He pauses on the hard bone of her collarbone, his teeth nipping on it, his nose buried in the curve of her neck.

“Do you want to know what I love about your breasts?” Kate is startled by his voice, a low and oh so sexy mumble, his breath warming the sensitive skin on her neck. His mouth is traveling down, over the contour of her cleavage, still covered in her white shirt. Suddenly he lifts her up on the sink, her hands grabbing his shoulders for support. She can feel his hot breath on her breast, his lips just millimeters away from her left nipple. Its already straining against the fabric, screaming for attention.

“First there is the shape, like a tear drop right before falling.”
She opens her eyes, didn’t even remember when she had closed them in the first place and is met with his eyes. Now dark with lust and still so much love.
“Do you know how often I dreamed about touching them? How my imagination was running wild at night about the feel, shape and taste?”

His lips part, the tongue darting out and pressing flat against the covered nipple. She closes her eyes again at the sensation, the hot and damp feeling just too much.
Lips suddenly closing around her bud, pressing lightly down, tugging until she’s gasping.

He leaves her left breast, giving her other breast the same attention. The air is quickly cooling the damp spot he left on her shirt and teasing her abandoned nipple. Both of his hands touching her abdomen, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. Slowly finding their way under the fabric, wandering up her sides until his thumps are in touch with the underside of her tender flesh.

“And the softness of your skin, . I love how you always shiver when I touch you there.” She does, can’t do anything about it. The way he makes her feel just too good.
Castle is watching her face, she knows. It made her nervous in the beginning but she’s gotten used to it, now even a little turn on knowing his gaze is fixated on her reaction.

His thumb is grazing her nipple. “I love your reaction when I tease them. Your nipples always so hard, because you love when I touch your breasts. The sound you make when I tease you is so hot.”

She whimpers, because his voice and his hands touching her is totally doing it for her.
“Yes, let me hear you Kate.”
She can feel his thumb and forefingers squeezing her nipples. The first time is gentle but he grows bolder each time until she’s squirming from both pleasure and sweet pain.

“Castle.” She gasps because it’s too much but still not enough. His lips are near her ear again, whispering a soft “Sorry.”, because he got a little carried away.

“’s fine” she mumbles, her arm snaking around his neck, holding him close for a minute. She’s glad he’s giving her a moment, already so turned on by just a little foreplay.

“I want you out of your shirt.” He demands.
She looks up at him, dark pools watching her and he lifts her shirt up over her head and tosses it on the floor.  
He’s stepping between her legs, still in his boxers. Her hands fly down to free him from his only clothing, wanting to touch him, but he grabs her wrists, putting them back on the sink. “Not yet.” He says, offering nothing else.

Touching his lips down to hers, their mouths crushing together, he cradles her jaw in both hands. Her tongue is already seeking permission to enter his mouth and he opens it, letting the dance begin.
The kiss is getting slower, more tender, but soon he has to pull back to breathe. They’re both panting, but he’s the first to catch his breath, whispering:” I love how your nipple feels in my mouth. How it still gets a little harder when I wrap my lips around it. And how your fingers grab the back of my head, curling into my hair, pulling and pushing, like you can’t decide if you want more or if it’s enough.”

His mouth still so close to hers, she can feel his hot breath on her lips, making them damp. He nibbles on her bottom lip now, traveling to her chin, licking down her neck. Her hands already at the back of his head, softly running through his hair.
His hands kneading the flesh on her lower back as he goes lower and lower, his tongue leaving a damp trail down between her breasts. He pauses for a moments, like he can’t decide which breast to devour first. He decides for the left one, his tongue licking the underside of her slope.
She’s shivering again, and of course he knew it, she thinks. She’s pulling his hair, trying to tug his head higher and she can feel his smile on her skin.
“What do you want, Kate?”

She sighs, trying to form words he can understand while he continues to lick and kiss the sensitive spot under her left breast. “Please, Rick.”

“Do you want me to take your nipple in my mouth, taste it? Let my tongue swirl around your peakened flesh until you squirm?” His voice is so dark and she loves when he talks to her like that. But she never thought he knew.

“God, yes.” she begs, almost immediately feeling his hot, wet mouth around her nub. He’s an expert at this, his mouth so talented she could cry. Her head falls back against the mirror behind her,
sighing in pleasure and pushing his head into her, never wanting him to stop.
He’s switching to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Finally he lets her nipple out of his mouth with a pop.
“Now the panties.” He murmurs, slowly hooking his fingers under the elastic band. Kate lifts her hips and the fabric is gone in one swift move.

She looks up at him, dark pools watching her. She has to grab the sink on either side, because at this state she doesn’t know if she has any stability left.
Castle’s warm hands are on her knees, grabbing them and pushing her legs apart.
His eyes are fixated on her now totally exposed  folds, glistening with her juices.

“You’re already so wet, Kate. And I can smell you from here.” She expects him to go down, tasting her and he is tempted. Oh so tempted, but he has other plans for her, slowly lifting Kate down from the sink. He makes sure her eyes are focused before his hand leave her sides. She’s looking at him,still a little breathless and he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

“Turn around and face the mirror, I want you to see us.” She doesn’t know how much more she can handle and he didn’t touch more than her breasts. But she does as he asks, too curious for whats to come.

Facing the mirror she looks at her reflection, her cheeks flushed, a sheen of sweat on her skin. Her eyes meet his in the mirror. He steps forward, into her. His hips meeting her lower back and she gasps as she feels his hot erection pressing against her ass and back. Wasn’t he wearing boxers a minute ago? She can’t even remember when he got rid of them. But she doesn’t care because he’s pressing his whole body into hers, his naked skin like fire on her own.

One of his hand is coming up, pulling her long hair over her left shoulder, so he has free access to the right one. His other hand is over her hips pushing her back against him. He kisses her exposed shoulder, eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” He rotates his hips a little letting her feel his pulsating shaft. “You didn’t even touch me once and still I’m so turned on just by touching your beautiful chest.”

The hand on her abdomen is wandering down, caressing her sensitive skin just above her pubic bone. She wants to be touched so badly and his hand is almost where she needs it most. He lets his fingers hover for a few moments before pulling his hand back up on her hip.

“Castle…” Kate lets out a frustrated moan, pushing back against his front, wanting him, needing him to do something. He holds her still, fingers pressing into her skin and bone on her hips. He’s pulling back a little, Kate trying to chase him with her hips, not wanting to loose the connection. She feels him shift, his throbbing erection gliding down between her cheeks and between her soaked folds.

Castle stills, letting his cock rest there, not moving any further and not entering her. His head turns a little, mouth on her ear again. “I can feel how soaking wet you are, but I want more. I want you so turned on that you’re coating my cock completely and dripping down your thighs.”

“Please, Rick I want you inside of me.” she almost sobs, his unmoving hardness making her crazy. Totally ignoring her plea he whispers:“Do you know what I love most about your breasts?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, doesn’t want an answer. Both of his hands are sliding up, over her toned stomach, feeling her muscles contract under his light touch. He cups both of her mounds in his hand whispering again:”They are the perfect size for me. For my hands. It’s like they are a perfect match, Kate.”

She feels it too. His warm palms covering every inch of her swollen flesh, filling his hand as if they were designed for each other. A rush of wetness leaves her core, covering Castles shaft. He lets out a deep groan and lets his erection slide forward and backwards, smearing her juices over the length of his shaft.
He starts to knead her right breast gently and Kate is moaning now, too. Both from his hand on her breast and the sensation he is creating between her legs.

One of his hands leaves her breasts, taking his erection and he positions himself at her entrance. In one swift move he slides deep inside of her, filling her. They both moan at the sensation, finally being this close after all the teasing. Kate is the first to move her hips, bucking into him, trying to get him moving too.

“Kate, wait- Stop, please!” His hands clench on her hipbone, trying desperately to hold her still. So she stops, her eyes focusing on him through the mirror, waiting. He watches her, a small smile across his lips, head dropping down on her shoulder, he murmurs into her skin “Give me a moment, or this will be over in one second.”

She didn’t know he was this far gone. Turned on, yes, but being almost there just by touching her? Mostly her breasts?
Oh but he was, he was so far gone and he really needs a minute. They are standing still, neither of them moving, their breathing the only sounds in the bathroom.

After what could be only seconds or minutes, she can’t tell he finally begins to withdraw slowly and pushing himself back in. He keeps moving, a teasingly slow rhythm, that leaves her wanting more, more, more.
Castle is looking down between their bodies,going almost all the way out, the evidence of her arousal glistening on his shaft. He groans deeply, has to look back up, distracting himself from the hot scene he just witnessed.

Kate is panting, her breathing growing faster, a small film of sweat on her back. His hands are leaving her breasts, coming to rest on her hips.
“Open your eyes, Kate. Look at yourself.” She opens them, watching herself in the mirror. A clear few of her breasts swaying in the rhythm of his thrusts. “You are amazing, you know that? Your perfect breasts swaying with every move is so fucking hot.”

He speeds up a little, because he knows she needs more than this. She’s almost there, he can tell by her expression, her fingers gripping the sink, knuckles going white. She loosens her grip, her hand going down, needing the extra pressure on her clit. But his hand is stopping her, putting her hand back on the sink. A sexy frustrated groan leaving her lips.
“Castle, I need-”

“I know. Just let me okay?” His voice is soft, and of course he knows, he always knows. She can’t get off without a press to her clit, always needs a small pressure there to go over the edge. But instead of traveling down with his fingers, both of his hands are going up, cupping her breasts. Both forefinger and thumb are pinching her nipples hard. She cries out at the sudden sensation but is still just on the edge.
“Just let go Kate.”

“I can’t, Rick please. I need-” she whimpers softly, almost a sobbing noise escaping her mouth.

“You can, I know you can.” He speeds up once more, his hips clashing together with her ass.. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, squeezing, pulling, he whispers “I will make you cum just by playing with your nipples, I want to feel your muscles contract around my cock, Kate.”

His voice, the hot breath on her neck and his words are making her mind spiraling and she’s climbing higher and higher until she crashes over the edge. A scream echoes in her ears, barely recognizes it as her own. Her walls pulsating, contracting around his thick length, trying to milk him.

When she’s aware of her surrounding again, she feels Castle moving slowly, a soft rhythm that helps her coming down. His hands gently stroking her breasts. She lets out a heavy sigh, eyes still closed. Hearing him chuckle behind her he asks:”You okay?”

She opens her eyes and smiles at him.
“Yeah, never better.” she grins, still a little out of it and he kisses her shoulder. His fingertips grazing her nipple and she hisses, too sensitive right now. “Sorry.” he mumbles into her sweat soaked skin letting his hands rest on her abdomen.

He’s still moving inside of her, tender thrusts having her moan again. “You didn’t?” she asks, surprised he could hold back.

“I wanted to see you, feel you coming around me.” he murmurs, thrusting a little deeper, longer strokes that are hitting just the right spots. “And now I want you to come again, and this time you’re taking me with you.”

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Chapter Twenty *Make Cameron Jealous*

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*Nash’s PoV*

We just got back to the hotel after the tour of Instagram HQ. They loved Addi. They set up a meeting with her in the LA HQ in a few weeks and she was so excited, but really shocked.

“So what are we all gonna do?” I ask sitting down on Addis bed, as we all ended up in her room.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m tired as hell. I gonna go pass out for a few hours.” Sam says, walking towards the door. “I’m seconding his statement.” Gilinsky says also heading towards the door waving by to all of us still in the room.

“A nap doesn’t sound bad.” Cameron says also leaving the room. Within a few minutes all the guys had left and it was just Addi and myself in her room, laying on her bed.

“So what are we gonna do?” I ask.

“I don’t know but I’m not tired. So I would prefer to not take a nap.” she says, resting her chin in her hands with her elbows on the bed.

“Is there anything you want to do?” I ask facing her laying on my stomach also.

“Not that I can think of… hmmmm…” she says moving her head left to right in her hands. I smile at her and I shake my head slightly.  We both lay there, thinking of something to do. But it seemed that neither of us could think of a single thing to do. We were in New York, how could we not think of anything to do.

“We could go get ice cream at a ice cream shop since I’m sure there’s one around here. I mean we are in NYC after all.” she says, her blue eyes lighting up with like a small child on Christmas morning. I smile and nod my head.

“Sounds good to me. I’m always up for ice cream.” I say, dropping my hands and rolling onto my back. Addi laughs and then follows me.

“Is this our date? Or are we still gonna go see a movie?” I ask. “This can be our date for tonight. But we should still go see a movie.” she says, I nod my head.

“Just let me change quick. I’m not feeling this outfit anymore.” she says walking over to her bag. I sit back down on her bed and let her figure out what she was going to wear. She turns around with a hair of shorts and a red tshirt in hand. ’“I’ll be right back.” she says walking into the bathroom with the clothes in hand. I nod my head and start to play around on my phone.

There was some stuff that I wanted to talk to her about. But I wasn’t sure when the time would be right. I wanted to ask her about that night. And about Chad, but I knew the time wasn’t right to ask about Chad. Maybe I would just ask Cameron about him, and not make her talk about it and remember it anymore then she already does. I would probably just do that. But I couldn’t ask Cameron about that night, he wouldn’t know. I had to talk to her. What she really thought, did she really think it was wrong and she didn’t want it or did she just say that because I said it was wrong?

“Ready?” she asks rounding the corner from the bathroom. “Yeah.” I say, standing up from the bed. She grabs her phone from the corner of the bed, and her purse from the table and we head out of the room.

We get to the lobby level of the hotel and we get into the car and we start driving around. I was driving and she was in the passenger seat, playing with the radio, trying to find a good station to listen to.

“That place looks good. Look at the line.” she says, pointing to her left, towards me at a ice cream shop. “Sure.” I say. I keep driving and I see a parking ramp near by and we go in and find a parking spot on the top level of it. I park the car and we both get out and start walking towards the stairs.

“Why are the other guys all so tired?” she asks. “I don’t know. Maybe they were up late doing something that we weren’t.” I say. “Could be.” she says, nodding her head ever so slightly.

We walk down the streets and get stopped a few times to take some pictures with some fans. They were asking both Addi and I for pictures, not just me.

We get to the ice cream shop in about 15 minutes of walking and we get inside and the line was practically gone.

We get to the front of the line and it’s our turn to order. “I’ll have a strawberry shake.” Addi says, smiling at the obviously nervous girl working the counter. I wondered if it was her first day on the job or something.  "And for you?“ she asks, in a soft voice. I smile at her, trying to make her less nervous. "I’ll have a vanilla shake.” I say. She nods her head.

“That’ll be $7.50.” she says. Addi and I both take out money. “I’ll get it.” I say, pushing her hands down. “No, it’s fine.” she says, insisting that she pays. “This is our date. I’ll pay.” I say. She smiles and puts her wallet back in her purse and I smile and give the young girl with deep red hair my card. She swipes it and then hands it back. “Thanks. And can I have a name for this?” she asks.

“Nash.” I say. She nods her head and types it into the computer. “That should be up shortly.” she says, sounding more sure of herself then when we first got to her. We both head away from the counter and go to sit down at a table near the windows, so we could see outside onto the road.

“So this is a date now?” she asks sitting down across from me. “Yeah, you already said it was. I had to make it official and pay.” I say. “I could have paid for myself.” she says. “Yeah, I know you can. But as my date I paid for you.” I say, putting my hand closer to her. She smiles, her eyes sparkle in the light of the shop.

“Nash!” a guy yells. I get up and grab the shakes and then head back to our table. I put Addi’s down in front of her on the table. “Thanks.” she says, pulling it closer to her, putting the straw between her teeth before closing her lips all the way around the straw.

“Can we post a picture?” she asks. I nod my head and get up and sit next to her, as I move my chair to be there. She post it and has the caption be ‘You snooze you lose guys.’ *All the guys were tagged in it*

“Cute.” I say, going on my own phone and liking the picture. There was a short silence between us, both of us just enjoying the ice cream, and being in each others presence. She was one of the best friends I ever had. There was no pressure when I was around her.

“So Addi.” I speak up. Her eyes flicker up to meet my own and she smiles a small smile. “Yeah?” she asks, moving her mouth from the straw.

“I never got the full story on Cameron and you. How did you meet or get as close as you are?” I ask. She smiles.

“Well the short story is that we meet in kindergarten and we were fast friends. We went to the same school all through school. He was there for me through everything. Everything with my dad. He was with me. We had the same friends. And there were two years in high school when we weren’t as close. We still talked sure, but not as much. And then he dated this girl, my ex-best friend and we got closer through that. And since then really we’ve been so close.” she says, a smile on her face, from just talking about Cameron. I smile. I nod my head. It was nice to know these things.

“So like a movie really.” I say. She nods her head. “Pretty much.” she says, playing with the straw in the clear glass cup.

“Do you know when this party is?” she asks. “I think it’s tomorrow.” I say.

“I have to get something to wear.” she says. “We can go tonight if you want.” I suggest. She nods her head quickly and smiles, while closing her eyes. “You like that idea?”

“Yeah, I always love the idea of shopping.” she says, making me laugh a bit.

I fell her fingers trailing the skin on my hand as it rested on the table in the middle. I look at her to see if she even noticed it and it appeared that she didn’t. Her eyes were outside. She apparently had found something that caught her attention. I go back to drinking my shake. Just happy with how everything was right now for me.

We finish our shakes and head out of the shop and we get back to the car.

“Where should we go?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Just somewhere I can get a dress.” she says. I nod my head and start heading down the parking ramp to reach the main level to get back to the road.

We find a store shortly after and we go inside and she goes running back to the wall of the store. “This is what I want.” she says, grabbing the dress in her size. She grabs my hand and brings me back to dressing room with me. I wait outside the black doored room that she entered. I lean against the white shinny wall, covered in black patterns. My tshirt riding up my back as it was stuck to my back and I was slightly sliding down the wall. The door opens and Addi stands there in a little black dress. “It’s perfect.” she exclaims, happiness written across her face. The dress was all black, it had straps and it tied in the back and it was tight to her body. It looked really good honestly. It would fore sure get Cameron to notice her, as well as other guys at the party. Which might be just what Cameron needs to fully notice Addi and all she has.

“What do you think?” she asks, her blue eyes wide, waiting for my response. “It looks really good. Cameron will notice you in this.” I say, knowing that’s what she wanted to hear, but it was also true I wasn’t just saying it. Her smile gets wider across her face and she does a little happy dance in the doorway of the small room she was in. She bounces about her curls bouncing around her shoulders and face. I smile at her. “I’ll be right back.” she says closing the door again. I shake my head at how excited she was. A few minutes later she opens the door with the dress in her hands.

“Ready?” I ask. She nods her head and we both head up to the counter. She buys the dress and we head back to the hotel for the night. It had been a few hours. “Wanna order pizza? No use in waking the guys up.” I suggest. “Sure.” say says, hanging up her new dress in the closet in the room. “Cheese?” I ask. She nods her head. I grab my phone and I call the front desk and I order a large cheese pizza charged to the room.

“It will be up soon.” I say, leaning back against the headboard of her bed.

“Wanna watch netflix?” she asks. I nod my head and she goes to netflix on the TV, I didn’t know these TV’s did that.

She picked the show Friends and then sat down next to me, plugging her phone into the charger. We watched one episode before the pizza got to the room.

We sat on her bed and ate pizza and watched Friends. It was getting late, and I noticed Addi getting tired.

“I’ll head back to my room so you can sleep.” I say, about to get up from the bed. “You don’t have to leave. It will wake Cameron up. You can stay in here.” she says. “Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting her to think she had to let me sleep in here.

“No, it’s fine. You can even sleep in this bed with me, so you don’t have to sleep in that one since I know you don’t like being by the windows.” she says. I smile. “Sure.” I say, I pull off my shirt as she gets up from the bed and grabs other clothes to change into.

She walks back into the room wearing a pair of gray shorts and a white tshirt that said naptime in black lettering on the front across the chest. She had taken off most of her makeup, her hair was a littel flatter since laying down for a while.

“Why haven’t you taken off your jeans?” she asks, looking at me with funny look.

“Because I don’t have any shorts to put on…” I say.

“Nash. I don’t care. You can sleep in your boxers with me in the same bed. I know you’re not gonna try anything. Don’t act like you think I’ve never sleep with a guy only wearing boxers before. I know you don’t think that.” she says laughing getting into her bed. I laugh as I get up and pull off my jeans and kick them to the floor near my shirt which I discarded on the floor also.

I lay down on the floor and put my phone on the table next to me, hoping it wouldn’t die tonight.

“I packed an extra charger if you need one.” Addi says from next to me. I get up and she tells me where it was and I grab it, bringing it back over to the bed. I plug my phone into it and lay down on the bed and get comfortable.

“Can I?” she asks refering to laying on me again. I smile and move my arm. She rests her head on my chest, and I put my arm around her shoulders. Her hands resting near my the waist band of my boxers, not that she was trying to do that, that’s just where her hand fell on the blankets. She lets out a sigh. “You okay?” I ask, moving my head to see her better. “Yeah, just thinking about Cameron.” she says. “It’ll be okay.” I say, rubbing her back lightly. I see her smile, before she closes her eyes. Shortly after I turn everything off while trying to not move to wake her up. I see her hair in her face, I move it out of her face with a few fingers before scooting down lower on the bed and closing my eyes. Falling asleep quickly and soundly.


Sorry for never updating anymore!! I feel so bad. 

Anyway.. what did you think of this chapter? I’m not sure what I think of it, but I knew I needed to get a chapter out and this is all I could come up with.

***FYI in the next chapter more of the other guys will be into the story**

(Submitted by ticklish-super-spy. It’s smut, shameless smut, nothing else.)

Morning Glory

He can’t even imagine a sight sexier than this: Skye clad in nothing but his shirt, wrinkled after having spent the night on the floor, her hair deliciously ruffled, biting her lip and looking up at him like she knows a dirty secret (well, she most definitely does). It takes every ounce of his willpower not to ravish her right then and there.

Her tongue darts out to lick her upper lip, and he can’t help but remember what she did with that tongue last night.

“Hi,” she breaths. It’s still kind of foreign to him – talking, making idle conversation just for the sake of letting the other hear your voice. But he likes it.

“Hi,” he answers, stepping closer to her. She moves almost instinctively, rising to meet him, standing close enough to reach – still not close enough. She places her hands on his bare shoulders, pulling herself up to kiss him. It might start out chaste, lips on lips, soft caresses, but the fire soon ignites, and suddenly, it’s not enough. Suddenly it’s teeth nibbling and tongues exploring, and there’s a moan tearing free from her throat as her hands slide down the hard planes of his chest.

When they part, desperate for air, suddenly he’s not that fan of that shirt anymore – it looks great on her, of course, but he knows what’s beneath it (her dark nipples even peek through the white fabric, teasing him mercilessly), and he wants that now – wants to see it, feel it, taste it.

So he reaches for the buttons, starting from the bottom, working his way up slowly, torturously slowly, just to tease her. His eyes never leave hers for a moment; he loves seeing the desire burn in her gaze, slowly consuming every rational thought. Her breaths are already coming in little, irregular pants, and he has barely touched her yet.

Finally reaching the last button, the shirt falls open, revealing her breasts to him, glorious mounds of flesh covered in soft, tan skin, the pert nipples hard, pebble-like. He flicks one of them, more teasing than tentative. She arches her head back, offering the column of her neck to him.

“Grant…” she sighs, a needy, arousal-fuelled sound. It’s all he needs to hear.

He grabs her hips, and with one swift move he places her on the table (something clatters; they must have pushed something off table, but he couldn’t care less), and the next moment his mouth is on her – on her neck, sucking hard to leave a mark, then down, down, his lips wrapping around one of her nipples, while his hand massages the other, neglected breast. She moans and whimpers and buries her fingers in his hair, pushing him down, down.

He’d hate to deny her anything.

He gets on his knees.

Her underwear forgotten somewhere in the bedroom, there’s nothing to stand in his way as he spreads her thighs wide.

He touches her with a single finger first, just to test the waters, brushing along her lips with the pad of his fingertip, then delving deeper, pushing into her just a bit before pulling out and rubbing her clit for a second. She’s already wet and ready and inviting, but he still thinks she deserves some extra attention. So he lowers his head, his tongue finding her at once – he hears her gasp, and the next moment her hand is on his head again, pushing him closer. He works on her diligently, licking and lapping and nibbling and sucking, working her up until she’s on the verge of release, until the surface of the coffee left on the table starts trembling.

Then he stops, pulls away and stands up. Skye lets out a little whine, missing their connection already, but he can see in her glazed eyes that she knows that he won’t leave her hanging, that the best part is yet to come. Bracing his hands on the edge of the table, he leans forward and kisses her, letting her feel herself on his lips.

When he frees himself from her – she barely lets him go – it’s only for as long as he gets rid of his underwear, kicking it away, letting it fall where it does. His erection springs free, proud and achingly hard. He pumps it once, twice, relishing in the feeling, but barely being able to keep himself from just pounding into her.

He gets as close to her as he can, her nipples brushing against his chest, as he slides his member along her wetness, coating himself with her juices. As he’s readying himself, her arms wound around his neck, pulling him even closer, while her mouth finds his again, taking his lower lip between her teeth, nobbling at it gently, seductively.

She gasps, throwing her head back when he finally penetrates her, sliding home into her heat in one, forceful stroke, burying himself in her completely. He gives her a moment to adjust – her walls fluttering around him –, then starts moving. Letting go of the slow buildup he pounds into her with quick, measured thrusts, her hips moving in tandem with his. Her arms still around his neck, and her legs locking around his waist, he grabs her ass and practically lifts her, helping her keep the rhythm.

The silverware in the drawers and the plates in the cupboard soon start to clatter, and even he can feel the frenzied, insistent vibrations on his skin – it feels amazing, almost otherworldly, and it takes some effort for him not to fall apart right then. His skin glistening with perspiration, urged by her pleasured cries, he quickens his pace and reaches down to rub her clit, urging her to come.

Soon her walls start to flutter, clamping on him, trying to pull him in and push him out at the same time, while her whole body freezes, her back arching and her head falling back, a silent scream etched to her lips. That moment he comes too, pleasure erupting in every cell of his body as he empties himself into her.

It takes a moment or two until the white noise in his mind calms down, and he gets perception of time and place again. He is standing by the table, Skye still wrapped around him, her head resting at the crook of his neck, her soft, sated body slumped against him, their sweaty skin sticking together. Her senses seemingly return to her sooner, because she’s already peppering his shoulder with butterfly-like kisses by the time he starts drawing nonsensical patterns on the soft skin of her back under the shirt she still wears.

He could stand like this for an eternity.

Skye moves first; she pulls back a little, just enough that she can press a kiss to his mouth. Still a little breathless, her voice still laden with pleasure, she whispers against his lips, “Good morning, love.”

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