“Are you sure we’re gonna be okay?” she asked Justin as he sat in the driver’s seat, hand resting on the steering wheel rather than clutching it.
“We’ll be fine,” he reassured me, or he tried to. “It’ll clear up by the time we get to your parents’ house.”
The snow was falling heavily, and Justin was having to activate the windscreen wipers every five seconds. Justin was going fast down the motorway, and by how icy the roads looked, it wasn’t a good idea. Although, [Y/N] had to admit, it was a beautiful sight.
It looked as though someone above had leaned over and place a gigantic white blanket over the Earth, she wouldn’t have minded it if she didn’t she the fear of getting trapped in it.
“What if it doesn’t? What if we crash and we’re trapped for ages until we both slowly get sick of each other and go insane?” she said rapidly, feeling her chest heaving.
“We’re more likely to starve before anything else, that being said, I’ll make sure to enjoy you if you die first,” he joked, but [Y/N] didn’t find it very funny.
“You’re gonna eat me?!” she exclaimed, pulling her feet onto the seat.
“I did it last night, why do you seem to have such a problem with it just because you’re dead?” he teased, a playful grin rested on his lips.
“This is turning so dark and so creepy, lets stop,” she muttered. She was still mentally panicking and calculating the risk of them actually get caught in what could only be described as an oncoming snow storm.
“Fine, fine,” he said quickly, he reached over and grabbed my hand in his own. His were ice cold while mine were warm and toasty, I grabbed his right one with both my hands and began to rub it. “Are you looking forward to seeing your parents?”
“Of course, I haven’t seen them in ages, and this’ll be the last time I’ll get to go up there until after Christmas,” she said, focusing her eyesight on his hands that were a subtle pink. “When are you going to see your parents?”
Justin sighed. “I don’t know, they said they’re so busy with everything leading up to the holidays that they might not have time to cater for us for a weekend, I said they were more than welcome to come over to ours, but I don’t know, we’ll see,” he sounded a little upset and it pained her.
“If not, we could see them at New Year, right?” she started rubbing his hand for a different reason then. He turned and nodded.
“I just can’t wait to eat your mom’s food,” he said, breaking the silence that was threatening to take over.
“I told you it was the best. You didn’t believe me,” she raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled.
“I didn’t think anyone could make mashed potato the way she does, I gotta tell you, I thought you were just exaggerating, but holy shit, you were a lucky kid.”
“Your mom’s food is amazing though, remember the cake she made you for your birthday last year?” She almost moaned at the thought of it.
“I don’t, actually; you ate half of it before I could even get a look in,” he looked over at her. “It’s funny because you wondered why you’d gained weight that month,” he chuckled.
Her jaw dropped. “I’m weak for chocolate cake, if anything, it’s Pattie’s fault.”
“And it might have something to do with the fact that you convinced me to take it with us to the bedroom,” the smirk was back as his mind probably took him back to the hot night we had on his birthday. “I felt so sick after eating so much and then straining to cum so many times,” he breathed out.
“It was a hot night, though,” she said, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
He hummed, and [Y/N] thought it was maybe involuntary. “I never thought you’d look so hot covered in chocolate cake, and taste even sweeter,” he mumbled and her cheeks flushed.
“The bedsheets were covered,” she giggled.
“I swear I can still feel crumbs on my ass when I get into that bed,” he chuckled along with me. “And you know, it was so hot to see you choke on my cock but seeing you choke on cake, it wasn’t as pleasurable,” this time his head fell back in laughter and his eyes strayed from the road ahead for a few moments.
“That wasn’t funny, I couldn’t breathe,” she exclaimed but found herself laughing, too.
They continued to reminisce, and [Y/N] wasn’t going to admit that some pointers from the conversation caused her to clamp her legs together in want for him then.
When they arrived at her parents’ house, the snow was only falling in larger quantities and raising the levels of it on the ground that was once deep green grass, but was now the white sheet covering it.
“Come on, baby, get inside,” Justin said as he locked the car. His fingers tangled around hers like vines and she felt how cold they were, it sent shivers up her arm.
She cowered as she hurried towards the front door. She could see the bright lights through the window and couldn’t wait to be inside. She knocked heavily on the door and huddled into Justin’s side for warmth.
Eventually, the door flung open and her mom stood looking worried. “Get inside, the both of you!” she hissed and pulled [Y/N] by the arm.
“Hello to you, too, mom,” she chuckled as she proceeded to bend over and slip her shoes off of her feet. She was very aware Justin was stood directly behind her in the cramped hallway.
“Not exactly how I’d planned to be stood in your parents’ house,” Justin chuckled and her mom simply tutted as she always did whenever he made an inappropriate comment. Meanwhile, Justin smirked with pride.
“I can’t believe you still made him drive all this way in this weather, [Y/N],” her mom frowned at her and [Y/N] felt her cheeks heating up at being scolded in front of her boyfriend.
“No, no, I insisted. Honestly, don’t blame [Y/N],” Justin quickly which she appreciated.
“You guys could have had a crash,” said her mom, the worried look still dominating her facial expression.
“Told you,” [Y/N] muttered to Justin and he rolled his eyes. Neither of them said anything else as they walked into the main room, Justin behind [Y/N] with his hand dancing her own.
Her dad sat on the couch in the middle of the room, the TV blaring Christmas songs. [Y/N] smiled instantly and hurried over to him.
“Hi, daddy!” she said and fell down next to him. A smile lit up his face as he embraced her.
“Sweetheart, hi. How have you been?” she felt warm in his embrace, and out of the corner of her eye, could see Justin walking into the kitchen with her mom.
“I’ve been good, thank you. How’ve you been?”
She enjoyed being home; it felt safe, even as she knew the snow was piling up outside.
“I’ve been well,” he said. “Is Justin here?” She couldn’t help but adore the way he asked hopefully.
“Yeah, he’s in the kitchen with mom.”
Just as she said that, Justin came walking into the main room, her mom not far behind him.
“.. You’ve gotta teach me how to make it because honestly, I have wet dreams about that mashed potato,” she could hear him say and she chuckled. He walked over to her and smiled. “If I told you it usually consists of you rolling around in it, would you judge me?” he muttered, she could feel his breath on her ear.
“Hey, you dream of mashed potato, I dream of chocolate cake,” she patted his chest and he chuckled before planting a kiss on her head.
Her dad looked as though he’d been itching to speak so when it fell quiet he jumped at the chance.
“Justin! It’s lovely to see you again, how are you?” he asked and Justin dropped down onto the couch beside him.
“I’m good, yeah, I’ve been a little busy lately but it feels great to be home,” he said, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. “What about you? How are you?”
She smiled at them before strolling over to her mom who was currently pouring four glasses of wine. The red liquid consumed the glass and made its home, [Y/N] watched it fill the last glass before grabbing two and walking back towards the two men chatting away.
She moved around the couch, she smiled at the two of them. Justin took his gratefully and sent her a heartwarming smile.
“Thank you, babygirl,” he said as she leaned over him to hand the other to her dad.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he responded and took a sip. [Y/N] went to walk away, only to be dragged back by Justin’s determined hand.
“Stay,” he muttered while pulling her onto his lap. She felt his warmth against her back and his lips dangerously close to her neck.
She watched her dad sigh and get to his feet. She wasn’t sure if it was out of awkwardness or something else.
“I’m not a dog, Justin,” she chuckled.
“I know that, but I’d still like to chain you up and give you a bone,” he purred, and [Y/N] didn’t know whether to laugh, or jump on him.
“That was creative, I’ll give you that,” she grinned at him, catching his eyesight. They fell silent as they watched each other.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’ll tie you to this coffee table and give it to you right now,” he muttered before lifting the glass to his lips.
“That was my grandmother’s coffee table,” she said blankly.
“Oh,” he mumbled quietly. “Well, we have one at home that’s in perfect condition to give you a good fucking on,” he exclaimed.
“Thank you for that, Justin,” [Y/N] heard her mom’s voice. “Dinner’s ready.”
Justin said nothing else beside pull faces to [Y/N] that scream ‘oops’ as they walked into the dining room. The table was set neatly and she almost didn’t want to sit down.
“This looks wonderful,” Justin said, his cheeks still slightly pink. His eyes inspected his plate full of food and he looked almost excited. She didn’t blame him; she could feel her stomach begging her.
They ate in silence for a while, and it gave [Y/N] a few minutes to reflect on the time Justin reached over and pressed his hands between her thighs while they were sat in the exact same spot. She was sure, from the way she shrieked and alarmed her parents last time, he wouldn’t be doing it again.
She craned her neck so she could see out of the window, snow was still falling heavy and it had layered the edges of the windowpane.
“D'you think the storm’s here to say?” Justin asked, taking a forkful of food into his mouth, obviously having turned his attention to the snow, too.
“They said it was supposed to ease off by seven,” her mom said. She looked at the clock to see it was almost six. There was still time. “You’re not driving home in this, you can stay over if it doesn’t stop.”
“Honestly, we’ll be okay, but thank-”
“Justin, I’m not dying for nobody tonight,” [Y/N] interrupted. “We can sleep in the spare room if it comes to it,” she said.
She heard her mom laugh and it caused her head to turn towards her, Justin’s did, too. “I don’t want any funny business going on. Justin, you can take [Y/N]’s old bedroom, [Y/N], you can sleep down here,” she said, meanwhile, her dad hadn’t spoken since they’d sat down.
“Mom, come on, we’re adults-”
“Maybe so, but I know what Justin’s like,” she said, sending him a knowing look. All he did was try and hide a grin. Her mom was right, [Y/N] had no doubt Justin would try something if they shared the spare bed, but she couldn’t help but want his warmth beside her like she was used to.
Once dinner was over and the dishes had been washed by her and Justin - after her mom objected and refused their help - they sat in the living room, the TV playing softly and each of them with a cup of tea in their hands. Justin’s hand was rested happily, but dangerously, on [Y/N]’s thigh.
The snow hadn’t calmed down, if anything, it’d gotten worse. [Y/N] was sure she was going to be sleeping on the couch with Justin upstairs that night.
“You’ll stay the night,” her mom insisted. “As far as pyjamas go, you can borrow something if you’d like?”
“I’m honestly fine in my boxers,” Justin said carelessly before taking a sip of the milky liquid slowly disappearing from his cup.
“I think I’ll be okay, too, thank you,” [Y/N] said.
“As long as you’re sure. I’m going to head to bed, I’ve got a lot to get sorted tomorrow with Christmas coming up,” her mom said, sitting at the edge of the couch. “[Y/N], Justin, I’ll be listening,” she sent a warning look between the pair of them.
“I’ll take the couch, [Y/N] can have the bed,” Justin said, holding the empty cup on his thigh.
“You two can decide on that-”
“Why not just let them sleep in the same room together? They’re not teenagers, they don’t have raging hormones anymore, [Y/M/N],” her dad finally spoke and [Y/N] couldn’t help but chuckle.
She was very aware that they were no longer teenagers, that didn’t stop Justin from wanting to touch her every second of every day, sometimes where it wasn’t appropriate.
“I’m just watching out for them,” her mom defended. “Come on, [Y/N], upstairs. Justin, I’ll bring the spare cover and pillows down.”
They came alive as they all got to their feet apart from Justin, who stayed seated. [Y/N] smiled at him, as he did at her, when she took his cup and walked into the kitchen and cleaned them. She placed them on the side and heard her parents’ feet against the stairs. What she didn’t hear was Justin entering the kitchen and moving towards her.
She instantly felt a pair of arms snake around her waist and hot lips on her neck. She stayed quiet as the hands slithered up and gripped her boobs roughly in their grasp. She sighed involuntarily.
“I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” he whispered, his lips still hovering above her skin.
She smiled and nodded. “You sure will.”
“I love you so much,” he mumbled and she felt his hands abandon her chest and dip into her jeans. His warm fingers put pressure on her clit through her underwear.
“I love you, too,” she whispered with absolutely no control of the strength of her voice.
He hummed and rubbed in slow circles. “Off to bed,” he said as he pulled away from her completely, she sighed with want, knowing she couldn’t have. “Sleep well, okay?” His lips met her own and stayed for just a little longer than normal.
“Night, Justin,” she hugged him and he kissed the top of her head. She felt him following her out of the kitchen, but parting from her as he stayed in the living room. She turned her head and saw him watching her as she took the first step of the stairs, she also saw the covers and pillows laid out neatly on the arm of the couch. “See you tomorrow.”
It was dark at the top of the stairs, and she could hear her parents talking within themselves, she didn’t bother to listen to their conversation. She walked into her childhood bedroom and sighed.
The walls were still pink and it consisted of the same furniture. The only thing that was different was the bed; it was bigger and she was thankful.
It was warm in the bedroom and she felt herself becoming sleepy at the feeling of being surrounded by the heat. She grabbed the end of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, walking closer to the bed before unbuttoning her trousers and sliding them down her legs.
She thought about Justin as she climbed into bed, and she thought about the snow storm and the fact that it was Christmas in a week and she was getting to spend it with the love of her life. She felt relaxed and content as she pulled the covers up to her chin.
It seemed to be only ten minutes before sleep was taking over her body, she became drowsy and soon enough, she couldn’t keep her eyes open for too long. Although, her mind became distracted when she heard creaking outside of her bedroom before the door knob turned. She blinked through the darkness.
Justin was walking towards her in nothing but his boxers. She threw the covers back and let him climb inside, even if she was mentally questioned his presence.
“Justin, my parents are only across the hall,” she whispered, shivering as she felt his cold chest against her own.
“It was cold downstairs,” he replied, whispering also. She didn’t say anything as she followed his hand, it trailed around her back and started to create invisible paintings on her skin. “Let me please you.”
“What part of ‘my parents are only across the hall’ don’t you understand?”
“All of it but I’m a sucker for challenges,” he said, a smirk was only just visible through the darkness that acted as a fog in front of her eyes. “Face the other way.”
Reluctantly and nervously, she rolled over onto her back and turned over so her back was against Justin’s chest. She felt his cold hands move around so that they were inside of her underwear. It was like ice had been slid over her clit and she instantly remembered the time they had experimented with ice during sex, she felt her stomach tightened when she remembered how pleasing it was.
“Baby,” he whispered into her ear and it caused the hairs on her neck to stand. “You’re so warm,” he grunted quietly. She hummed in response.
She took her hand and brought it around her back and moved down. She rubbed Justin’s length through his boxers and his fingers put more pressure onto her clit.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t plan on stopping, especially when she felt his breath on her neck. She simply rubbed harder and faster, and she could feel Justin’s hips moving forward to meet her hand.
He moaned loudly through the darkness. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he whispered, digging his face into the dip in her neck.
They had to be as silent as they could, and she knew it was a great struggle for the two of them; they liked being vocal with each other and hearing how they were feeling, and having that suddenly taken away didn’t fit either of them.
“Justin,” she mumbled, biting down on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out when she felt his fingers dip into her entrance, pushing their way through. “Fuck me.”
“Are you sure you can handle it without being too loud? I don’t know if I can,” he said, kissing her shoulder as he thrusted two fingers into her before pulling them out again.
“I need you.”
That seemed to be all he needed to hear to be won over. “Take off your panties,” he rasped as quietly as he could, and she obeyed and shuffled to slide them down her legs. It caused her ass to push against Justin’s crotch. “Good girl.”
She waited as she felt him shuffle, assuming he was taking his boxers off. Shortly after, she felt the palm of his hand glide over her ass and soft moan slipped into her ear.
“So tight, just for me.” He let his hand slide between her thighs and levitate the one that was free to move. She could feel his cock pushing into her and she whimpered. “Baby, baby, baby,” he whispered slowly, evidently relishing in the feeling.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. It was uncomfortable to have Justin holding her leg up, but she didn’t complain as he created a slow rhythm in and out of her.
“You like that?” he taunted her. “You like having my cock buried deep inside of your tight cunt, right?”
She could already feel herself becoming breathless and she could hear Justin panting from behind her. She pushed her hips back against him as his own were moving forward, their skin collided perfectly.
“Fuck,” she whispered, he reached deeper parts of her and it caused fireworks to explode in the bit of her stomach.
She could hear the bed squeaking as Justin rocked his hips, she assumed he was ignoring it rather than not hearing it, and she was sure her parents would hear it, too. However, she was in that state where, it wasn’t that she didn’t care, she was just taken over by her desire for release. She ignored it from then on.
“I’m sorry, I’m so close already,” he whispered, his head pressed against the side of hers. “Are you?”
“Mhm.” She took a hold of his hand and he must have thought she wanted to lock hands because his fingers latched around her hand. However, she took his hand between her legs and hoped he’d understand what she wanted. He chuckled deeply into her ear and she enjoyed the sound very much.
“Thought you wanted to hold hands while we cum,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek. “Silly me.” With that, his warm fingers started to play with her clit, rubbing it side to side, then up and down, then in circles - he didn’t seem to be sticking to any kind of routine. She felt his chest vibrate as he growled. “I’m gonna cum,” he said, letting out a shaky breath.
She wasn’t far behind, and she knew feeling him let go would tip her over the edge. She somehow felt his stomach tighten which told her immediately that he’d reached his peak. His fingers became distracted but they still managed to rub her clit with a feather-like touch, meanwhile, his strong strokes against her walls continued.
“Holy f-fuck,” he hissed, rather quietly which she admired. “Cum for me, princess.”
He didn’t even have to ask; she was on the verge just as he was coming down from his high and she could feel the intoxicating bliss setting into her lower body, along with Justin’s gaze on the side of her face.
“C'mon, baby. There it is,” he whispered as she shook. The leg he was holding - still - trembled against his grasp but he didn’t let go.
“J-Justin,” she gasped as he thrusted into her exceptionally hard while still trying to keep the volume of his movements down.
“I know, I know,” he rasped, letting his lips kiss her neck. They were hot. “You look so beautiful when you cum.”
She panted heavily, feeling slight sweat on her forehead due to being enclosed underneath the sheets in the sweltering room. He hummed and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I love you,” he said, louder than he’d spoken since he’d arrived. It frightened her just a little.
“I love you, too,” she replied, finally rolling over so she was laid on her back. She watched him move so his head rested on his hand. His eyes searched her face, for what, she wasn’t sure.
“You should probably go,” she said and he pouted almost instantly. “You’ve gotta drive all the way home tomorrow.”
“That’s true. But having silent sex with you sounds so much more appealing than sleeping right now,” he smirked and leaned down to kiss her shoulder.
“Go,” she whispered. “I wanna sleep.” She leaned over and kissed his lips, they were warm and wet against her own. He kissed back instantly.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “I suppose we have the whole of Christmas to give each other some lovin’ as loud as we want.” His teeth latched onto her bottom lip and tugged at it before he let go and slid out of her bed, leaving a sense of warmth beside her.