#calvin evans smut

[onewildwrites]

Please Please Me [Calvin Evans x reader]

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: You persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, smut, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), brief thoughts of somnophilia, praise kink, brief mentions of breeding kink (but no really because it’s mostly just taking about cum and creampies lol), pet names (sweetheart, honey, little wife), no use of y/n, fem reader, a little fluffy ending!

A/N: This took me an embarrassingly long time to write so I hope you enjoy, and please don’t forget to comment and reblog🫶

Calvin Evans was an incredibly dedicated chemist. He seemed to care more for his work than anything else in the world.

Late nights were almost always spent in his lab when he could be sure his scientific process would not be disturbed, more importantly there would be no Donatti banging on his door asking when his latest experiment would be done.

His commitment to his work is what many (even those who weren’t particularly fond of Evans) would list as one of his greatest strengths.

Not you though.

Definitely not you.

You didn’t want to be misunderstood, you were truly proud of Calvin and his work. He was a brilliant man who deserved every bit of praise he got. You would accompany him to every award ceremony and never grow tired of hearing speech upon speech about what a wonder he was in the scientific community.

But you were getting very tired of spending most nights in your home alone.

Every night for the past month at 1:35am on the dot, you would be awoken by the feeling of the right side of the bed sinking to the weight of his lanky body. He would apologize profusely for waking you so late, and proceed to move to the couch in the living room.

In the beginning you hoped you could at least have a brief moment of alone time with Calvin in your shared morning before he went off to work. But of course he had already left for his early row by the time you opened your eyes.

Even weekends weren’t sacred anymore since moving some of his lab equipment to his home office. Calvin would leave his office when you alerted him dinner was ready, you two would stick to light small talk ( “How’s your research going?” “This is delicious” “Anything interesting in the news lately?” “Have you heard about what happened to Mrs.Jones down the road?”) Cavin would eat quickly, finishing before you were even halfway through your food, thank you for the meal and quickly peck your cheek before going right back to his office.

Like any sane person you were growing impatient with your husbands never ending busy schedule. A woman has needs just like any man does and Calvin should know that very well by now.

Much of your early relationship was spent exploring all the ways you could please each other. After all, Calvin was a scientist and he would reason the best way to find out was to experiment. That meant hours wrapped up in your white sheets, christening every surface of his home, trying things you never would have even fantasized of doing in your wildest dreams.

You missed that time desperately now and you had a plan to get it back.

–

Calvin was never good at picking up on social cues. Luckily most people thought he was simply pulling their leg when he took a joke or a sarcastic comment seriously. But he knew something had changed with you the moment he stepped into your shared home that Friday night.

He still made sure to close the door with extra caution so as not to wake you, even though he ended up almost constantly waking you when he slunk into bed anyway. Going through his usual routine of removing his sweat soaked running clothes, grabbing a pair of clean pajamas, and jumping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

After thoroughly removing the feeling of grime from his skin he makes his way towards your bedroom rubbing his tired eyes. He knows he has only himself to blame for his recent exhaustion but he’s never been great at putting anything before his work, and that includes sleep.

As he expects there you are sleeping sweetly, your left hand resting gently under your face. No matter how many times he sees you sleep he knows he will never get bored of it.

Calvin was quickly pulled out of his state of adoration when he realized something was off with the usual picture he was used to coming home to. You were sleeping on your stomach with your leg sticking out from the duvet. And Calvin may be downright lousy at picking up social cues but he always noticed a change in his surroundings.

You most certainly never had to worry about Calvin failing to notice a change in your style or a new haircut because he was the first to comment on it. “This new dress looks lovely on you.” he’d say while kissing the exposed bit of your shoulder.

In all the years he had known you, you never once slept on your stomach (it was a deeply inconvenient position for cuddling according to you), and you definitely never let your limbs hang off the bed (some old superstitious fear you had as a child that stuck with you into adulthood).

He decided to investigate further, even if it turned out to just be him reading too much into it.

Striding over to your side of the bed he looked for anything else that might be out of place. Your breathing was normal, the book on your bedside table was laying in the same place you put it all other nights, and your nightly glass of water sat empty. He was about to scold himself for being overdramatic when his eyes caught the lack of fabric on your shoulders.

Maybe you purchased a new sleeveless nightgown, Calvin tried to reason with himself. Maybe it was just a particularly low neckline or perhaps the fabric matched your skin tone so well he just wasn’t seeing it, after all the room was dark. Yes, that was possible.

Of course he couldn’t leave it at that - oh why didn’t he leave it at that and go right to bed? “You’re being ridiculous,” he scolded himself like a child in a whisper. “Just take a quick look, there’s no harm.”

Carefully he reached for where the blanket met your exposed back, making sure not to graze your skin, as much as he wanted to.

Sure enough there it was, you, completely exposed to him. The sides of your breasts pushing out against the mattress and your round ass on full display. “Shit…” the words fell out of Calvins mouth before he could stop them. He felt like a stupid teenager getting his first glance at a nude woman all over again.

Thoughts of temptation filled his mind. What would happen if he did touch you? If his hands slipped down towards the space between your thighs. Would you wake suddenly furious that he would ever wake you from your peaceful sleep? What about encouraging him to join you and take off his towel?

Of course he wouldn’t ever be sure of the real answer as Calvin could not bring himself to touch you while unconscious. It would be downright ungentlemanly.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts.

Calvin was lifting the edge of the duvet to cover you back up when you began to move. Panic filled him as he froze completely, fearing what you would think if you caught him ogling you in your sleep. Luckily enough for him your eyes did not open, but something unexpected did come out of your mouth.

At first Calvin thought he was hearing things, maybe the exhaustion of all these long nights in the lab were finally getting to him. Although that was a strong possibility in his mind there was no doubt the noises he was hearing were coming from you. Noises he was all too familiar with. Soft, breathy, moans.

This was not a sound Calvin knew you could make in your sleep. So similar to the sounds you let out when he was on top of that if he closed his eyes he would swear that’s where he was. While being swept up by his own imagination he nearly missed the words you spoke. “Mmph…Calvin…”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He could no longer ignore the growing bulge under the towel wrapped around his waist. Dropping the blanket back over you, he rushed back to the bathroom.

Leaning against the sink Calvin ripped the towel from around him, freeing his hard cock. Bringing his right hand up to his mouth he spit a glob of saliva into the center of his palm. Wasting no time at all he reached down and grasped the base of his throbbing length causing a gasp to escape him. “Fuck,” He moaned, his voice trembing with arousal. Calvin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this desperate for a release.

Reminiscing about the last time he had gotten you all to himself Calvin began working his hand over his cock. The way you bit your bottom lip when you were close to orgasm, how soft your ass felt in his hands, or how you begged him so sweetly to cum inside of you. “Oh honey,” he groaned with teeth clenched. The more he thought about you the closer he got to the edge.

Keeping his arm still Calvin started bucking his hips forward, fucking his fist while picturing you on your knees below him. Your big doe eyes looking up at him with an innocent glint was his weakness. How was someone even able to look so naive with a cock between their lips? “That’s it, God you're so good to me,” he could no longer hold back.

Picking up his pace Calvins mind went blank, only the sensation of his impending orgasm could be felt. A jumbled mix of curses sprung from his lips as he watched the cum shoot from the tip of his cock onto his fist.

Calvin remained silent in the bathroom, the only sound to be heard was the heavy panting noise of him trying to catch his breath. After a few beats he decided it would be best to clean up the mess he had made, put his pajamas on and get out of there as soon as possible. God forbid you wake up for a late night bathroom trip and see him like this.

Walking back out to the living room he began to wonder how loud he had been, did he wake you with his erratic moans? Choosing to take a quick peak and make sure he hadn’t embarrassed himself further he gracefully nudged your bedroom door open a sliver. Clearly the universe was looking out for old Calvin because there you lay, sleeping soundly.

Letting out a breath of relief Calvin moved back out towards his bed tonight – the couch.

If only Calvin had stayed watching you a little longer he would have seen the sly smirk spreading across your lips.

Everything goes according to plan.

–

The sun peeked through the blinds, shining directly onto his eyelids when he woke in the morning. He had been too distracted last night to set his usual 6am alarm but he welcomed the extra rest. Honestly after the night he had Calvin was surprised he slept at all.

Figuring there was no time to waste if he still wanted to go on his morning row, Calvin sat upright on the couch, wiping the sleep from his eyes. While rubbing his eyes Calvins nose picked up an array of once familiar scents: eggs, toast, bacon, and…was that pancakes? It had been so long since you last cooked breakfast for him –again Calvin knew that was completely his fault.

Cavin was starting to forget what your warm meals tasted like, becoming accustomed to eating the cold leftovers whenever he returned home. Perhaps he could skip the row, just this one time…

Strolling towards the kitchen with a smile on his face Calvin nearly tripped himself when he caught sight of you. Standing as he expected in front of the stove top, humming along to whatever song was playing in your head while carefully flipping pancakes. What he did not expect was the lingerie you were wearing while doing it. He’d obviously lost track of time while eyeing you as you noticed him, slack jaw and all.

You fully turned towards him with a smile, “Good morning sleepyhead.”

–

How you wish you had a camera near you now. The look on Calvins face was priceless. You had never seen him so stunned before, and that includes the first time you agreed to go on a date with him.

“M-morning,” he stuttered, clearly trying (and failing) to fix his uncouth expression.

His gaze wandered across the outfit before him. A light pink set, silk top decorated with a delicate bow in the center of the chest, short ruffled bloomers, completed with a transparent tulle robe.

You turned back towards the stove. “Did you sleep well? I missed you last night. It’s always so lonely in bed without you,” you said, exaggerating the sadness in your voice.

That seemed to snap Calvin back to his normal self, “I’m sorry honey, you know I just worry about waking you up,” the genuine concern in his voice almost made you feel bad for playing it up so much…almost.

“Well you woke me up anyway, so why didn’t you just join me, hm?” You had a feeling you could see the panic on his face without even looking back.

A hitch in his breathing and a sudden step towards you let you know you were spot on. “When exactly did I wake you?” he questioned.

“Oh you know, when you were playing with your cock in the bathroom,” you stated it simply like you were telling him something he already knew. “I have to say I was very disappointed you didn’t invite me Calvin, you know I hate to think of all the cum you wasted without me there to clean it up.” You shut the burner on the stove off, moving the final pancake off the side with the rest.

Finished with the task at hand you looked back at Calvin. No longer the anxious face you were anticipating, no this was a look you recognized instantly, arousal.

Calvin licked his lips, “You dirty little minx,” wrapping his hands around your waist he swiftly pulled you towards him. His hot breath fanning across your face, “You planned all this out didn’t you?”

Batting your lashes at him you whipped out your best virginal response, “I have no idea what you could possibly be accusing me of Dr.Evans.”

He tilted his head to the side, “Are you sure about that?” His hands were now grazing further down your back causing an involuntary shiver to run over you. “So you didn’t sleep naked last night hoping it would drive me crazy? How about moaning in your ‘sleep’ expecting me to get hard?”

You shook your head at every accusation. Watching Calvin grow more impatient with your antics was only egging you on.

He let out a huff, “No? Not even wearing this skimpy thing to cook breakfast in?”

“How do you know this isn’t what I usually cook breakfast in? It’s not like you’re ever around when I do it anyway.” The facade you had put on dropped quickly.

It was clear a lightbulb went off in Calvins head, “Is that what this is about? Have I been neglecting my pretty little wife's needs?” He moved his head into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against your pulse.

Now it was your turn to stutter, “M-maybe…” Your eyes closed at the feeling of him being so close to you.

His lips moved to graze your neck, making his words jumbled, “Well I think I know just how to apologize for it.”

You were about to ask how when suddenly Calvins lips crashed onto yours, pushing every coherent thought from your mind. Caught off guard you forget to move your lips with his. He pulled away briefly to let out a hoarse whisper, “Kiss me,” The command was so gentle it seemed almost like a question.

You could never deny him of what he wanted. Moving back into the kiss you meet him with equal lust, like you both had been deprived of touch for years. God you missed this, the soft groans passing by your lips as your tongues melted against each other. You noticed a growing hardness pressed to your upper thigh. “Getting excited over a little kiss Calvin?” you teased. Your forehead rested against his, nudging his nose with yours.

“Can you blame me? I mean look at you,” Calvins right hand moved up from its place on your back, undoing the tie in the middle of your robe. You shook it from off your shoulders, letting it fall on the kitchen floor. Calvin took a step back to get a better look at you, making you whine at the loss of contact. “So perfect for me,” he said, like there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that it was true.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he sunk slowly onto his knees.

His hands pulled at the back of your thighs, squeezing the soft skin. “I’m thanking my beautiful wife for putting up with me.”

Your eyes rolled at his dramatics. “Cavin I d-” the words ripped from you before they were even out as his lips moved to the inner part of your thigh. Dragging the delicate skin of his lips across you, your eyelids fluttered shut once more. “I should have known you would need me to take care of you,” he admitted.

The petals of his lips roaming higher up your thighs he shifted you so that your legs were flush against his torso. “Don’t you sweetheart, you need me to take care of you?” Although his tone was clearly mocking it still made you feel warm inside.

“Mhm, I do I do, please,” you nodded dumbly.

His smile pressed against your skin, “How cruel of me to ever leave my sweet wife and her needy pussy all alone.” Calvins right hand reached up to the center of your bloomers, thumb grazing over your clit.

“F-uck,” you gasped, dropping your hands to grip the base of Calvin's hair.

“You’re worse off than I thought you were,” he joked. Wasting no more time teasing you Calvin lowered your bloomers, pulling them with his teeth. Your eyes sprung open to watch him work.

Biting his lower lip Calvin admired the wetness dripping from you. “Miss me?”

“Yes, God Calvin Please,” you begged looking down at him with desperation flowing from you.

His eyes met your, “You don't need to beg for me anymore honey, I’m home now.” keeping eye contact with you Calvin kissed your aching clit. Gradually escalating from sweet pecks to open mouth licks you could feel your knees lock below you. Calvin shifted your left leg over his shoulder to drown himself inside your cunt, licking from your clit to your opening.

Moans falling from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “Yes, fuck you’re so good Calvin,” you swore he always looked his best under you, even if your eyes were having trouble focusing at the moment.

Your praise was the only kind that Calvin cared about you recalled him telling you, and now that was obvious to you. Your words clearly have an effect on his performance. Encouraging him to lick and suck your clit with vigor. His moans vibrate your core pushing you further towards the edge of your impending orgasm.

Withdrawing his face from your pulsating cunt, Calvin lays his face on your thigh. Hastily replacing his tongue with his fingers and continuing the same motions. Seemingly mesmerized by his own actions Calvin stares at your pussy while speaking to you, “Yeah? You like when I pay attention to you?” His words came out wobbly like he was the one being pleasured.

Using all the strength you could muster you tried to really look at him like this. Face flush red leading down to his neck, your slick covering most of his chin, that one vein popping out of his temple. Never before Calvin have you seen a man look so determined to please.

“Mhm Yes, God Calvin, I love it when you pay attention to me,” you groaned.

“Good because I’ll be doing a lot more of it now.” going back in for another taste, he is like a man possessed. Calvin has always been an attentive man, inside and outside the bedroom and it was clear he was trying to prove something to you at this moment.

“Fuck I’m so close Calvin,” you warned.

He broke away from your pussy for a second time, “Yeah, you gonna come all over my face honey?”

You could no longer keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut tight. You wanted to say something- anything in response but the words failed you, opting to nod your head quickly.

“Do it sweetheart, come for me, please,” he coaxed, playing with your clit at the same steady pace he had been previously.

That was all it took for you to come, nearly collapsing into Calvin's arms. He held you upright as your orgasm overtook you. His praise continued as you came down from your high, “You're such a good little wife for me, that’s it honey, come just like that.”

After a few moments calming your breathing you decided to be brave and attempt to move on your own. You joined Calvin down on the floor, sitting in his lap. Letting out a sigh as you came back to your senses, “Fuck me.”

“I would but I'm afraid I may have gotten a little overly excited,” Calvin laughed. You took notice of what he was referring to, a large wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

“Well I’m glad that took care of itself because I don’t know I would have had any energy to help you with it, you drained me.” You jested, but really you weren’t sure your brain was working properly enough to think, let alone suck Calvin off.

The both of you sat in a peaceful moment of silence after that, fixing the others' wrecked appearance. You realized that these were the moments you missed most when Calvin left, simply basking in each other's presence - even if nothing extraordinarily romantic was happening.

“You know when you want me to spend more time with you all you have to do is ask, right?” he broke the silence while brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You know it would be a lot easier to ask you if you weren’t constantly away working or rowing, right?” you asked with the same cadence as him.

That made him giggle, “Fair point, I promise not to let my neurotic ways keep me away from you ever again.” You planted a quick peck in his lips at that, delighted to hear him say it. “In the meantime is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?”

You pretended to be deep in thought about his question, furrowing your brows together and tapping your pointer finger on your chin. “How about sitting down and eating the breakfast I’ve worked so hard on with me?”

Calvin moved from underneath you, causing a frown to appear on your face. He stood up and reached a hand down, inviting you to grab it and pull yourself up. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he smiled, pulling up two chairs to the dining table.

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[jungle-angel]

A Pair Of Lovebirds In Paradise (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You and Cal are excited beyond words to finally have some time to yourselves after your wedding

Notes: Sequel to "Wedding Day"

Warnings: SMUT 18+ only, some very kinky bedroom shenanigans, breeding kink, etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"You sure Six-Thirty will be fine with you guys?" Calvin asked, the two of you making your way into the airport with his parents, sister and niece.

"Calvin that dog is attached to your father like a pig's wart," his mother told him. "I'm almost certain he'll be fine."

"Almost certain?" Cal asked.

"He'll be fine Cal," Henry said with a wave of his hand. "What's the worst that could happen? He leaps the fence and leaves a dead bird on Mrs. Dillard's porch."

That little comment had earned Henry a hard smack on the shoulder from Pat. It was no secret that Mrs. Dillard was a horrible gossip, nosy beyond all human reasoning and who had incurred the unfortunate wrath or Father McDowell's wife, Helen. Calvin could almost picture the whole scene in his head of Six-Thirty leaving something much worse than that on the wretched old hag's front porch or digging up her prized rhododendrons to look for the ham bone he had buried the previous week.

You and your husband both bid Six-Thirty farewell along with his parents. Poor Lucy didn't want either of you to go, but Cal had promised he'd be back soon.

The two of you had only turned around once before you and Cal had to hurry to the gate to catch your flight to Fort Meyers. Already the snow was coming down and you were both worried that you would have to stay overnight in the airport. Outside the windows you could already see the big red and silver jet, pulling off the runway to let off more passengers.

"You excited sweetheart?" Cal asked.

"More than I've ever been," you told him.

"I know, it'll feel good to get out of the cold for once," Calvin said. "Won't have to deal with any of those pricks at the college for two full weeks and we can spend all the time we want on the beach."

"And in that case you'd better wear plenty of sunscreen Mister," you warned him, giving Cal a playful tweak on the nose.

Cal laughed. "Don't worry sweetheart," he said. "Dr. Powers and his students were working on a test batch of homemade sunscreen last week and he gave us some of it."

"Ah so that's why his lab smelled like coconut oil and beeswax," you chuckled.

Calvin hummed as he pressed his lips to your soft cheek. You both couldn't deny that when Dr. Powers and his class were working on a test batch of sunscreen, his lab had smelled so good. You and Cal couldn't resist passing by there on your lunch hours, inhaling deeply at the smells of melted beeswax, coconut oil, raspberry oil and all the smells of whatever had gone into making it.

"Can't wait," he mumbled. "Two whole weeks in Florida and not a worry in the world."

You giggled a little as his kissing tickled your skin, your reverie interrupted when the desk clerk announced that your flight was boarding. You and Cal gathered up your suitcases and buttoned up your winter jackets, joining the rest of the crowd as they headed down the stairs and boarded the bus to take you to the waiting plane.

Everything went off without a hitch, your plane taking off in the snow and in the dark as it headed from the snowy north down to the warmth of the Sunshine State. You and Cal had snuggled into each other under a blanket, the both of you gazing out to the land below, only falling asleep when Cal could no longer keep his eyes open and the pages of Great Expectations splayed against his chest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from the flight deck, this is your Captain, we will be landing in Fort Myers, Florida in less than twenty minutes," the captain announced.

You rubbed the grog from your eyes and pressed a kiss to Cal's smooth cheek, your husband groaning as he blinked his eyes open. "What time is it?" he groaned.

"Look out your window," you whispered.

The both of you looked out the window at the burst of color in the sky, reds, oranges, dark blues and pinks blending together perfectly while below, you and Cal could make out the darkened Florida landscape. You were amazed when Lake Okeechobee came into view, a sign that you were drawing closer as the plane turned over the lake.

By the time the sun came up, you and Calvin could see the palm trees, the swamps and the highways below. Off somewhere in the distance was a thin line that was the beach, but your destination lay beyond that.

"Almost there sweetheart," Cal said with a smile. "Almost there."

**************

Sanibel Island, Florida

You couldn't have imagined a better place to stay with your husband than where you two had wound up. The drive out hadn't been bad at all, the sun shining bright and the hot air making the two of you feel much better after having come from the colder states.

The little beach cottage that Calvin had found was utterly perfect in every way, a comfortable little place right on the beach painted in shades of turquoise and peach pink. The garden was beautiful with all the colorful tropical flowers and a little bird feeder shaped like a lighthouse. All the smells of the beach put you at ease, the calm slap of the waves against the shore and the burning sun that washed away your winter blues.

You and Cal had slept for most of your first day, exhausted beyond words from having to get up so early to catch your flight. You slept all through the night until you yourself, had awoken the next morning to see the sun coming up.

You found a little spot on the rocks that stood in the water, flat topped and smooth from years of waves and hurricanes beating against them. You were perched right on top of the rocks, dipping your feet in the water and your legs perfectly exposed from your navy blue shorts. Never in your life had you seen so many shells in one place, thousands, maybe even millions of shells all washed up on the beach.

You wished you had your camera, seeing as it was already appearing to be the perfect morning, hot and hazy as a thick, cloud of humid mist rolled across the ocean. You nearly gasped when you saw two dolphins jumping out of the water and back under again, hoping that they would swim your way.

You yelped when you suddenly felt your husband sneak up behind you to kiss your shoulder. "Whatcha lookin at sweetheart?" Cal asked.

"Two dolphins just jumped out of the ocean," you answered.

Calvin was completely surprised when he saw them jump again and you as well. You two spent the whole day exploring the beach, picking up shell after shell, your toes in the sand and the sea-breeze in your hair and the sun on your backs. You and Cal felt brave enough to go for a swim as the sun grew hotter, slathering each other all over with the sunscreen you had brought. Jumping off the end of the pier was the most exhilarating thing the two of you had done, feeling more like children again as you went under the water and bobbed to the surface again.

The diving for shells had been the highlight of your day, you and Calvin hoping to be able to find pearls to take home. You had both found a giant conch shell that had quickly become a horn, throwing the nearby fishermen into a fit of laughter as you passed it back and forth between you and them.

It was later in the night that Cal had decided to treat you to dinner at a small place in town, a little nightclub called Emilio's. Not since your wedding night had he seen you look this gorgeous in your pine green velvet dress and your black heels.

"Sweetheart, only you and Rose Clooney could pull off that dress so well," he whispered as he escorted you in.

You laughed a little bit at his complement but deep down, you knew it was true.

The evening was absolutely perfect as you and your husband enjoyed dinner and danced with each other in the open air. Surprisingly enough, you had both become fast friends with Emilio, the owner of the place and who's daughter was in fact a student at the university where you and Calvin had both started teaching.

"Wait, is your daughter Alessia?" you asked. "Alessia Martinez?"

"¡Sí! ¡Esa es mi hija!" Emilio declared happily. "And you're her teacher, yes?"

"That would be me," you answered proudly.

Emilio still couldn't believe it, but he was thrilled to have finally met both you and Calvin after having heard so much about you both from Alessia, who had been one of your students. You stayed right through dinner and danced a little while longer until you and Cal decided to head back to the beach cottage.

You both could have fallen asleep right in the living room, but the long trudge to the bedroom had been well worth it. You kicked off your heels and stuck them in the closet while Cal stripped himself of his black suit, hanging up the tie and jacket.

"Cal can you.....?"

"Hold on sweetheart," he yawned.

His fingers gently grabbed hold of the unnoticeable zipper on the back of your dress, pulling it down until it could go no further. He couldn't resist pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, the backs of his fingers caressing the soft skin on your back. You shuddered, drawing in a breath when you felt it.

Calvin kissed your cheek and trailed all the way to the curve of your neck, his arms coming to coil around you as your dress fell to the floor. There you were in front of him, naked as you had been on the night of your wedding, one hand trailing across your hip and stomach while the other moved slightly to caress your naked breasts.

"My pretty wifey," he sighed. "I love you so much."

He kept kissing you, more so when you turned around to face him, deepening it just a little as you helped Calvin unbutton his white dress shirt. You couldn't help yourself when you undid the last one, littering his chest with sloppy, open mouthed kisses.

Calvin grabbed you by the hips and forcefully pulled you a little closer, the lust burning in his eyes like sapphire flames. "Let me open a window to let in some air," he said.

Even with the air conditioning in the house it was still a little warm in the back bedroom. Cal pushed the window open just a crack and shut the bamboo slat blinds on the doors that led to the back porch. Outside you could hear the ocean, the breeze and the incessant chirping of frogs and night-birds which was music to your ears.

Calvin's lips attached once again to yours, kissing you deeply as you pushed his shirt off him. You felt his breath getting more rapid as your hands moved to undo his belt, the buckle clinking as you undid it and pulled it from the beltloops in his pants and tossed it aside.

You both fell to the bed with Calvin rutting right into you, his cock already hard and throbbing, still imprisoned by his black dress pants and his shorts. You teased him just a little, your hand dipping low into the back to grab a handful of his firm ass-cheek

"Hey!" he said suddenly, his head shooting up to meet your gaze. "No butt stuff just yet sweetheart."

You giggled a little as you helped him off with his pants and then his shorts, both of you now free to explore each other's bodies as much as you wished.

"Wanna give you a honeymoon baby so bad, sweet pea," he groaned, sliding himself into you and sloppily kissing your cheeks and neck. "Wanna fill you up.....watch your body change and grow....."

An unholy moan escaped your mouth as he rutted into you again, the dirty words spilling into your ears and making the wetness between your legs worse than it already was. You wanted nothing more than for Calvin to spill himself inside of you, to feel it all rush up deeply and settle there.

And that's just what he did. As soon as he could see that you were about to cum, he lifted you upright, letting you steady yourself against his shoulders as you both came together. Your head fell against his shoulder, the both of you breathing heavily and shaking a little bit.

"You alright sweet pea?" he asked.

You nodded sleepily.

Calvin laughed a little before you both drifted off to sleep, the frogs, bugs and birds singing you both to sleep until the sun rose again the next morning and you awoke again, happily in each other's arms.

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[lewmagoo]

❝ i’m goin’ back someday, come what may, to blue bayou ❞

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leah ✧ late 20s ✧ queer ✧ she/they ✧ writer, dreamer

currently listening to ✧ ao3

who i write for:

robert "bob" floyd, rhett abbott (outer range), miles miller (bad times at the el royale), harrison knott (press play), calvin evans (lessons in chemistry)

what i write:

angst (within reason), fluff, smut

what i will NOT write:

virginity tropes, cheating scenarios, sexual assault, emotional/physical/psychological abuse, major character death

also, please do not send in prompts including pregnancy/childbirth or children

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library ✧ multi fandom ✧ fic recs ✧ nsfw ✧ agere

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟrecent works ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

six summers - camp counselor!bob series

diamond cowboy - in which a good ride comes with an even greater reward

try a little tenderness - in which you take care of each other in different ways

refer to my masterlist for more

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[rhettabbotts]

—wherever i go, you bring me home.

masterlist. | sideblog. | nsfwblog.

this is an 18+ only blog. minors, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked.

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FAVS!

top gun. rhett abbott. marvel. star wars. indiana jones. yellowstone. ted lasso. the west wing. law and order: svu. lewis pullman. harry styles. taylor swift. barbie.

WHO I WRITE FOR!

rhett abbott.

bob floyd.

dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader.

calvin evans.

harrison knott.

ben mears.

WHAT I WILL WRITE!

fluff. smut. angst.

i will not write for s/a or s/h. cheating. incest.

my ask box is always open for requests! please be patient with me in answering them. life happens and i can’t get to them immediately but i try my best! but feel free to come chat anytime ♡

i am always open to writing for new characters listed above in my ‘favorites’ list!

RECENTS!

angels with filthy souls - pornstar!rhett abbott

baby, if you only knew - dilf!rhett x babysitter!reader

banner by @/mikeykuns

#about me

[quackstr]

MASTERLIST

ao3 smut author

• original work / character

• real person fiction

• more to come!

EXPERIENCE

[SERIES ONGOING] lots of experience from him makes for a better experience for you...

• like two shooting stars crossing paths [F/M]

Lexie is a young adult now. She gets set up on a blind date by her best friend forever, Amy, whose only wish is for her friend just to get laid for once. Unfortunately, the date doesn't end well. Luckily, there's the handsome and charming owner who is willing to fill the hole left by her failed date, in more ways than one...

• tastes like salt and pepper [M/M]

Brandon is a college student in graphic design. His sex life is somewhat active, but he feels that something is missing. One night, he meets Jason at the gym. He's way taller and way older and way bigger than Brandon. He looks initially to be a gentle giant, but as Brandon soon learns, Jason's far from it. Maybe all he needed was a rough man with a lot of vigour and a fat juicy cock to submit to?

• the henry-nathan special [M/M] [F/M] [M/M/M]

Coach Price and his captain Nathan had a secret bond like no other and they shared a common interest for college sluts, girls and guys alike. Getting fucked by the two, separate or together, was just like entering Heaven. The two were beginning to get bored of colleges when a brand new toy to break fell right into their laps.

SCHOOL FANTASIES

[SERIES COMPLETED] the more unhinged and rougher fantasies of you and him...

• Mr Calvin - The Sexy Gym Teacher [M/M]

His biceps were huge and his forearms were covered in hair that reached his veiny hands, which never failed to make you drool. Mr Calvin seemed to always wear thin shirts in a sad attempt to hide his gorgeous abs. And standing at almost 6ft, it was no wonder that most of the student body, and some of the female teachers, had a collective fat crush on this sexy man. // You tie and blindfold a sexy, muscular, hunky DILF and intend to suck him dry.

• Miles - Your Hot Roommate [M/M]

The day you moved in, you met your new roommate, with a frame way taller and wider than yours. He shook your hand with a firm grasp and introduced himself as Miles. It was clear immediately that he spent a lot of time at the gym, from his thick arms and legs to his large chest. // You catch your roommate jerking off to porn, so your decide to give him a hand.

REAL PERSON FICTION

• His (Henry Cavill) [M/M]

[ONGOING]

In public, Henry Cavill is a charming and polite celebrity. His flashy smile has all the world wishing they had what you had - what you had every night. The Henry Cavill that you know is nothing but a monster when it comes to you. From his fat cock, to his incredible ass eating to his immense strength, this absolute beast of man never fails to actually break you.

And the worst part?

You fucking love it.

• Shared (Chris Evans, Tom Holland) [M/F/M]

Tom, your college boyfriend, has always wanted to see you get fucked by his best friend, Chris. You quickly came around to the idea. But, you did end up coming around Chris' cock quicker.

• DILF December [F/M]

Celebrate the Christmas season with your favourite DILFs.

Tom Welling (Day 5 - NSFW Alphabet)

Chris Evans (Day 10 - Locations Alphabet)

Aaron Taylor-Johnson (Day 15 - NSFW Alphabet)

Tom Hardy (Day 20 - Kinks Alphabet)

Henry Cavill (Day 25 - NSFW Alphabet)

OTHER

[YET TO COME]

I have no aspiration to accepts any requests at the current moment but please feel free to send any input as it may end up inspiring to write it or something similar!

#ao3 #smut #ao3 smut #henry cavill #tom holland #chris evans #orginal character #original work #fanfic #gay

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

A Vote!

This is a vote for the next fic to be released!

Voting Status : Closed!

I'm a bit stumped on which fic I should release first so I thought what would be more exciting than a vote for the next one. You can vote by commenting or sending an ask for the fic you want first. Options down below:

Chris Evans x Male Reader - Meeting the cast (Headcannon)

Top!Sam Evans x Bottom!Male Reader - Yes, Mr. Evans (Smut)

Enzo St John x Male Reader - An eye for an eye

Sebastian Smythe x Male Reader - Surprise Surprise

Calvin Maxwell x Male Reader - Saved by the Yellow Ranger

Top!Stefan Salvatore x BottomMale Reader - First Time (Smut)

Top!Matt Bomer x BottomMale Reader - Booze and Confessions (Smut)

Liam Dunbar x Male Reader - Mated

Isaac Lahey x Incubus!Male Reader x Jackson Whittemore - Hungry for love (Smut)

Mikaelson Brothers x Male Reader - First Time (Smut! Mikaelson Brothers Pt3)

The top 3 voted will be the ones I release. Voting closes Friday, 13 May 2022, 00:00 so start your voting.

Also just some ideas, I might want to start making First Time (Smut) fics for as many characters as possible so let me know what you think. I'm thinking of starting a tag list but I have no idea how so if anyone could tell me how that works I would really appreciate it.

#Asks #Vote #authornote #xmalereader #x male reader #imagines #masterlist #the originals x male reader #teen wolf x male reader #male celebrity x male reader #The Vampire Diaries x male reader #Glee x male reader

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

The lovingbradshawafterdark all in one special

About

Pike/Micheal-any pronouns-21

Hello! My name is pike but you can also call me Jack. I’m sapphic (I just like writing about fictional men) and non-binary with a hobby for writing. I am also disabled with a chronic illness which can cause a lot of inconsistencies with my activity as I’m known for flare ups and burnout. If you enjoy my work please consider giving me a comment of a reblog as it makes me more likely to write.

Specifics: AuADHD/chronic exhaustion

Rules

This is my smut blog, I miss most likely not reply to something angsty or fluffy. I’m not always active here, so if I don’t reply to an ask and you become Insistent I will block you. Some topics I feel comfortable with may change depending on a lot of things so below is a green light, yellow light and red light system. Green light is an absolute yes, yellow is a depends and red light is no.

Green light: oral sex (both genitalia), poly relationships, knife play, threesomes, anal sex, age gaps, cnc, kidnapping, corruption, degradation, vouyerism, pegging, piss kink, somno, dry humping, period sex, monster fucking, cnc, dub con, exhibitonism. Breeding

Yellow light: gun play, infidelity, pregnancy kink (these ones are a mixed bags with me it depends mainly on how I’m feeling since these are slightly trauma related)

Red light: race play, underage, sexual age regression, incest, suicide, self harm, eating disorders, feederism, wax play, extreme pain play, scat, vomit, food play. Non con

Characters I write and like to talk about: Rhett Abbott, Bob Floyd, Miles Miller, Calvin Evans, Bradley Bradshaw, Jake Seresin, Thomas Shelby, Robert Fischer, Jackson Rippner, and Mike Schmidt. Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz. Finnicl Odair, Astarion

Other rules

- if you ask about a character that is not mentioned I will delete it

- I prefer if you ask about talking about stuff in the yellow light section

- If my requests aren't open I will disregard it

- My ask box is always open for thirst

- Since this has happened before I will not show my face sorry not sorry

- my current taglist is closed

Violating any rules will resort in a block

Masterlist (some links may be broken I never fixed them sorry)

#about

[danowh0re]

ꨄ - 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬!

𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

Requests catching up on: 1

Total requests I have: 𝟒𝟖

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 -

𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 ~

PAUL DANO — | dwayne hoover , Edward nashton , Eli Sunday , Hank , Alex , Calvin , klitz , Jay , Brian (love and mercy, fast food nation, gigantic) , luis ives , Seth , nick flynn , joby taylor , thaddius , jimmy tree , percy dolarhyde , Lucas , rocco, Martin asher |

DAVID FINCHERS MOVIE CHARACTERS — | fight club: the narrator , Tyler durden , angel face . Se7en : David Mills . ( I would write for the social network but I don't like writing for real people lol ) . |

EVAN PETERS — | Peter maximoff , Warren lipka |

MATTHEW LILLARD — | Stu Macher , Shaggy , stevo , Jerry Conalaine , Brock Hudson , Tim Laflour , Emmanuel , Dennis Rafkin |

ETHAN HAWKE — | The Grabber , Jesse Wallace , Arthur Harrow , Ellison , Todd Anderson , Troy Dyer , (more to come I'm just lazy to write them out) |

𝑡𝑣 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 ~

PAUL DANO — | pierre bezukhov , David Sweat |

SHAMELESS — | Lip Gallagher |

AMERICAN HORROR STORY — | kai anderson , dandy mott , Harry Gardner , jeff pfister |

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER — | angel , spike |

UMBRELLA ACADEMY — | Diego Hargreaves , Klaus Hargreaves

CILLIAN MURPHY — | Thomas shelby , Jonathan Crane , Robert Fincher , Lenny Miller , Patricia kitty , jim |

MILES TELLER — | Bradley Bradshaw | (more to come) |

GAME OF THRONES — | Jon Snow | Deanerys Targaryen | Robb Stark | (lmk who else!<3)

[ 1. ]- I write fluff, angst and smut, so you can request anything of that sort-

[ 2. ]- I am not comfortable with writing about sensitive and serious topics such as s//icide, r//pe, ab//se, but I may write character death or something similar

[ 3. ]- no reposting, please do not repost my edits/memes without any permission!

[ 4. ] I do not accept hate, if I get anything of the sort I will happily block you :)

[ 5. ] I write headcanons mostly so PLEASE specify if you want your request a headcanon or something else <3

[ 6. ] I only write for men and gender neutral reader's:) please don't send anything that isn't that, I won't write it then lol

#rules #fandom list #rules list #rules and fandom

[theblackpearls]

Mirror Mirror

Synopsis: You are Chris Evans date for the endgame Premiere. That is if you can make it on time.

Warning: Smut. Oral Sex (Man receiving). Raw Sex (Use condoms IRL. Safe sex is the best sex) Mirror Kink (if that's a kink)

A/N: Had this in my drafts...enjoy!

You look at yourself in the long mirror of your walk-in closet. The dusty rose shirt that has a deep V-neck complements your honey skin perfectly. Your boobs look great and real compared to Rebecca’s fake ones. The Black leather skirt on you inches your waist and stops short above your thighs.

You smile as you see Chris in the reflection He wraps his arms from behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder.

“Damn,” Chris said. “I am the luckiest man alive.”

You smile at his words and look at you both in the mirror. He was a guy and didn’t exactly dress up but when he did, God himself could not look away from the creature he sculpted. Chris has a green t-shirt on and a black blazer over it. His blue jeans hug him in all the right places. You thank God every day that he is yours and that You are his. Life was good. Chris was perfect. You weren’t perfect but shit that didn’t matter. As long as Chris thought you were perfect you didn’t care.

“And don’t you forget it,” You say softly.

“Never,” Chris says as he kisses your shoulder blade.

He continues to kiss your shoulder and then moves up to your neck. You look in the mirror and meet his eyes. Chris loves to watch you react to him. His blue eyes darken, and You know that you’re going to be late to the party. You don’t mind, you didn’t want to go anyway. Chris continues to kiss your neck, not taking his eyes off of you in the mirror. You watch as his hands slips to your long legs and then pulls up your skirt.

You cannot see your sex in the mirror, but that doesn’t mean that Chris doesn’t find it. His hands run over the lace underwear and You hear him groan.

“I’m tired of you and this damn underwear,” Chris says. “I like you bare, makes it easier for me,”

“I didn’t think we’d do this so soon,” You say. “I at least thought you would have saved it for the limo,”

“Oh,” Chris said with a wicked smirk. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you in the limo too,”

Your cheeks flush at his words. At this rate, you were never going to make it to the party. As long as you were being touched by Chris, you didn’t care if you ever left the house. Chris’s hands don’t slip in your underwear. His hands skim over the fabric that covers your sex and you moan.

Your eyes do not leave Chris as you get down on your knees. Your hands move to Chris buckle and before you can move he grabs your hands to stop you. You never pictured yourself doing this, but you’ve done it for Chris multiple times. At first, you were uncomfortable but then as time went on You enjoyed it. After all, you were pleasing Chris and that’s all you ever wanted. Both of you needed to enjoy sex and this came with it. Chris brings your hands to his lips and kisses them.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Chris reminds.

“I want to,” You say.

Chris smiles at your words and then places your hands on his hips. You move your hands to his buckle and undo them. You slide his pants down and look at his hips. His member is not well hidden in his black Calvin Klein boxers. You’ve had many boyfriends, but Chris was different. You didn’t have sex with them, you waited till marriage, till Chris. But every time Chris made love to you, you knew that his size and length was not normal. You thought that penises the length of your forearm and the width of your write was only in Wattpad books. But with Chris, you soon found out that it wasn’t a myth.

Your hands pull down Chris’s boxers and you are met with his penis, erect and ready for you. You look up at Chris and he still has that worried look. You want to show him that you can do it and that you want to, for him. This is the time you’d get on your knees and not pray. You move one hand to his penis and hold it softly in your tiny hands. Chris hisses at the contact, your soft hands feel the blood pulsing in his length.

You do not take your eyes off of Chris, he likes watching you. You want him to watch you. You run your hand up and down his length, pumping him slowly. You thought you could use one hand, but Chris is big that you always end up using both of your hands. As you pump with both of your hands, Chris hisses and meets your eyes. You love that he is becoming weak just by your touch. You then smile at him and kiss the tip of his penis.

“Fuck…” Chris hisses and slowly his eyes.

You want him to open his eyes and watch you. You kiss the sides of his length while the other hands go to his balls and massage them. Chris opens his eyes again and looks at your work. You smirk as you sit on your knees. You then open your mouth and suck on the tip. You flick your tongue over the opening and Chris groans. You swirl your tongue around while playing with his balls as well. You want to go further and give him the pleasure he gives you. You move your hand farther down his length and your mouth follows the same motion, taking more of him.

“Baby…” Chris moans.

You ignore him and move down until his length fills your mouth. You then move your head up and down in a constant motion. Sucking, twisting and turning, you give Chris pleasure like he’s never known. Chris’s hands move a few stray hairs from your face and holds it. You look up at him as you continue to suck him. His mouth is open and phantom curses fall from his mouth. His eyes close and he is fighting to keep his balance. You feel his penis harden and you know this feeling all too well. Chris would never release in your mouth, he loved you too much to disrespect you like that. But maybe he wants that tonight, so you continue. Chris then pulls his hips away from your mouth and you look at him, upset.

“No, Babygirl” Chris says. “I want to come inside you,”

Chris then gets on his knees and lays down, his head at the base of the mirror. You then smile and straddle your husband. You hold his length up, ready to ride him and then you groan.

“What?” Chris asks with pain in his voice, he needs to release.

You quickly move off of your husband and remove your underwear. You then position yourself over him again and roll your eyes. Chris is smiling and waiting for his smart comment.

“I told you,” Chris said. “No underwear makes this so much easier,”

“I’ll listen for now on,” You say as you rub your sex over his and let out a soft whimper.

“Look at yourself,” Chris command. “I want you to see how fucking sexy you look,”

You look at yourself in the mirror and blush. Your hair is messed up but that isn’t what he wants you to see. Chris wants you to watch yourself fuck him. You position yourself above his length using the mirror. You then slide yourself on his tip and you both let out a moan. You close your eyes at the sensation and Chris slaps your ass hand.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Chris says.

You open them again and smile at him. You then lower yourself onto Chris bit by bit. With each movement, you see Chris slowly sink into you. Your heat widens as his length fills you. Once he is fully encased in you, you moan. You then place your hands on his check and slowly begin to move your hips. You don’t know if it’s the mirror or your husband, but this sex feels better and different. You move your hips up and down meeting Chris thrust. His hands fall on your hips and digs his nails into them. You let out a hiss but keep your eyes open. Your breasts bounce up and down in the shirt and you’re kind of upset that you aren’t fully naked. Chris always have good ideas about sex, and this was now one of your favorites.

“Having fun?” Chris groans still meeting your thrust.

You don’t speak, just nod and you continue to bounce on him. Sweat drips down your head and the sound of skin against skin fills the air. A thrust caused you to shutter and Chris can tell he’s found your spot. Chris then pulls your hips closer to his and lights himself up. He then wraps his arms around your waist, his back facing the mirror, but you can still see yourself. Your legs are wrapped around Chris’s torso as are your hands around his neck. You can see the desire in your eyes, your messy hair and lustful glow that encases you both.

“Chris?” You question.

“Keep going, baby,” Chris says. “You’ve never seen yourself, come. It’s an amazing sight, and I want you to see it,”

You nod and kiss your husbands’ lips. You hold onto each other and continue to make love. His wanton thrust meets your accepting ones. You moan and grip him tighter, his speed picking up. Your breast hit his chest with every powerful movement. You feel yourself being, going over the edge, the only way Chris can. You lay your head on Chris’s shoulder and still have your eyes open, you want to see it. You want to see how Chris sees you.

Your back arches and you fight to not throw yourself back. Chris pulls you closer into his chest and You keep your eyes on the mirror. The veins on your neck peek through and your mouth falls open as you release onto your husband. Seconds later, he releases in you, filling you with his essence.  You can see Chris’s shoulder tense from the mirror. Once he is finished emptying himself in you, his back relaxes.

“Chris…” You whimper.

As you come down from your high, you rest your head on his shoulder. He holds you and doesn’t disconnect from you. He likes it, being encased by you. You don’t mind for there is no place you’d rather be. Chris rubs your bag and chuckles at the moment. Chris realizes you only have ten minutes left to make it to the party.

#chris evans x y/n #chris evans smut #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader

[gyllenhaalstories]

YOU WON’T PLAY, YOU’RE NO FUN — PROF!CHRIS

summary: chris evans is your professor with whom you’ve had an affair with since the beginning of the semester. you meet with him over zoom with your fellow teammates to discuss your project, but you can’t seem to get into the right mindset. instead of providing the group with clever comments and ideas, all you do is test the limits of chris’ patience and self control.

warnings: don’t have sex with your prof please, mentions of online classes, smut including: established dom/sub relationship & teacher/student relationship (abuse of power used strictly as a joke, they are both 18+ and consensual), degradation, masturbation & mutual masturbation, edging. MINORS DON’T READ NOR INTERACT.

word count: 1500

notes: rail me daddy :) i’m a hoe for teacher/student if you can’t tell already. i do keep it vague by not mentioning any majors, don’t worry! it’s my first time writing for chris, so please, be kind!!! i hope you enjoy reading this mess!!!! ily <3

gif credits: capsgrantrogers blessing us with this low quality webcam goodness.

“Miss /Y/L/N, would you mind staying a little longer? I need to talk to you.” Chris’ voice resonated as your classmates went quiet before they waved their cameras goodbye and left the two of you alone.

Uh oh.

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?” By the time you were done with your question, you noticed that his face was frozen. “Mister Evans! Chris?! I think there’s an issue I can’t — hear you.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. You seriously needed to get that Internet connection checked. You had your hand on your laptop, ready to close it up when you heard the familiar noise of a video call, but this time it was a private conversation.

“Don’t want anybody to walk in on us, right?” Chris winked and smirked at you. You had a flashback of that one time you hooked up in his office and realized his door was left ajar when you could hear the secretary of the department arguing with the printer. You thanked your guardian angel (who must had been very disappointed) that you were just on your knees blowing him off, and that nothing too serious was going on.

You laughed, for a second you thought you were in trouble.

“What was that all about?” Chris questioned, his smirk disappeared and was replaced by a dark expression.

“I have no clue what you’re referring too.” You shrugged lightly and looked at the screen, wishing he had chosen another shirt that showcased his tattoos. You were lucky enough to see his arms from the short sleeves, you felt as aroused as royal men back in the day when they saw a woman’s ankles.

Chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh, really? There is no explanation to the attitude you’ve been giving your teammates and me all morning?”

You sighed again, loud enough for him to hear you. “They’re idiots and I’m sick of their shit. They’re not doing anything on the project yet they show off in front of you just to   —“

“Got it, they’re dumb and you’re smart.” He put the emphasis on the last few words. “Tell me, Miss, if you’re that smart, how come you’ve made the very stupid decision to be rude to me as well?”

You swallowed thickly. You were just so pissed off, exhausted from the all nighter you had to do in order to complete the requirements for today’s class. “Chris, look, you know it wasn’t about you...” You heard him cough. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’d call you a good girl, but good girls don’t talk back and they certainly don’t act so bratty. What a potty mouth, you swore in front of everybody. Do I have to teach you manners too? I’m afraid that’s not listed on my tasks as your professor, too bad.”

“I said I was sorry! You know how much I hate them!”

“Do I have to give you a bad grade for not cooperating? Not everybody is as understanding as me, you need to learn that.”

He sounded so arrogant, so condescending. As much as you hated it, it turned you on. You were all squirmy on your chair, and he caught up on that.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind, princess? Why are you on the edge?”

You looked up through your lashes, letting out a complaint. That fucker. The last time you met, which was over a week ago, he had an emergency and had to leave his apartment to go on campus. How convenient, you had not finished and you were left breathless and worked up on his bed. He made you promise not to touch yourself without permission on his way out. He knew just how impatient you could get. All the needy texts you sent him while he was looking over his other classes during an exam; all the begging you did over the phone while he insisted on doing small talk.

“You won’t play with me,” you pouted at the screen. “You’re no fun.”

He chuckled, his voice sounded lower than usual while he sat up on his chair. He loved this game with you, probably as much as you did if not more.

You noticed his arm disappeared out of the frame. You’d do ten other team works with your stupid colleagues if it meant you’d be the one to take care of his hard on at that very moment.

“Oh, baby wanna have fun? Is that it? You should have told me sooner!” He cleared his throat when he heard you sigh again, giving you a warning. “Get those fingers nice and wet for me.”

You obeyed, sucking on two fingers of your dominant hand. You picked up on the back and forth movements of his arm, he was palming at his crotch. You caught a glimpse of him standing up   — he was in tight Calvin Klein boxers   —  and sitting back down, his cock freed from his clothes. “I’ve been good, Sir. So good.”

He nodded slowly, after spitting in his hand and starting to fist his cock. “Oh, really?”

You nodded frantically. “I haven’t touched myself since you left,” you pulled your hand away from your mouth, a string of saliva fell down your chin. “I’ve been so wet for you, Sir. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Then think about my fingers rubbing your clit.” He groaned, the speed of his arm motions increased.

You jerked on your chair at the contact of your fingers, your panties were soaked from your arousal. “Sir!” You moaned out when you circled faster against the bundle of nerves.

“You’re so fucked up for me, you’d rather cum on your fingers than on my face, huh?” You felt tears pooling in your eyes. “Stop touching yourself and answer me.”

You pulled your hand away, showing it to the camera so he believed you. “I want to cum so bad, Sir! Please, just once! And I’ll wait until we meet again. I need it!”

“And I need to fuck that tight little cunt of yours and you don’t hear me complainin’.” His bicep flexed in his tight shirt, his breathing got heavier. “I waited for you the entire week. I didn’t text you in the middle of the night begging like a desperate slut.” He nodded, indicating you could start rubbing again.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. He was edging you, again.

“Eyes on me, Baby. Need to see you.”

It took so much energy just to keep your eyes open.

“Faster.” He growled, he was so close too. You could feel it, even if he was far away.

“Sir, please!”

“Stop, stop right fucking now.” He pulled away from his swollen cock at the same time as you did. “I won’t tolerate attitude like this again, you heard me?” You nodded, mouthed a ‘yes’. “I don’t want to repeat myself. You’re such a dumb little baby sometimes, I’ll probably have to.” The more he mocked you, the more you needed to touch yourself again. “Next time you act like a bitch in my class, you’ll regret it.” You never took his threats lightly. The first, and last, time that you did, you ended up bent over his knee with the belt of his dress pants spanking your ass red like the ink from the pen he used to grade papers

“I’ll count to ten. At ten, you’ll...”

“I’ll cum!” You spoke excitedly.

“Yes, Babygirl. You’ll get to cum.” He licked his lips and stroked his beard, his hand holding his sensitive cock. “Ready?”

You replied with even more enthusiasm and he started to count up.

“Slowly, 1, 2, 3...” He swallowed thickly. “Add more pressure now, 4, 5, 6,” he tightened his grip around his cock. “Faster, 7, 8, 9...” he jerked himself up at the same speed as you. “Now, cum for me. Make a mess like you’d do on my cock. That’s right, cum for me, Princess.”

The knot in your stomach finally snapped and you released yourself on your hand. You were panting and clenching around nothing, wishing you were with Chris right now.

He growled loudly as he released himself on his hand and shirt. “Look what you did to me, Baby.” He sat up just enough to show you, causing you to laugh at the sight of his messed up top.

In exchange, you showed him your slick coated fingers before you licked them clean. Blood rushed to his cock again, but he took a deep breath to calm down. “All good now?”

“Yes! Thank you, Sir.” You smiled, content and satisfied.

He wiped his hand clean with his shirt, after he removed it and let you admire his broad chest and inked drawings. “I’m giving you extra homework.”

Your smile disappeared and you squinted, mentally preparing for more readings or an extra essay on how good he fucked you. It would be your third or fourth, you ran out of synonyms to explain that he made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Take a shower and a nap, I’ll get to this meeting and meet you back home, okay?”

Your face lit up again, and you clapped happily.

“See? I can be fun when I want to.”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

[evanstanhoney]

Please Honey: TTWILI 🌹✨

pairing: dom!chris evans x sub!reader

summary: you help chris take his mind off of things. 

word count: 3.2k

⚠️warnings: smut

more of this series can be found here.

Dating Chris for as long as you have, you’ve gotten pretty good at reading one another, you better than him. He didn’t make it too difficult for you, every emotion constantly etched on his face and his heart on his sleeve. And lately, he’d been more stressed than usual with a permanent scowl on his face, and constant huffs every time his phone rang. He tried to put on a brave face for you, and you tried not to pry. To let him come to you when he was ready to talk about whatever it was that was bothering him, but you there was only so much of his pouting that you could take before you gave in. 

“Chris?” you ask lifting your head up from his chest. You were tucked under his arm, cuddled up in his side, attempting to watch a movie, but both of your minds were elsewhere. He was drawing mindless patterns up and down your arms, willing himself to focus but he just couldn't. The sound of your voice snapped him out of whatever daze he’d been in. 

 “I’m fine,” he mumbled, already knowing where things were headed. 

“Are you sure about that?” you ask softly, rubbing circles on his stomach. It was something that you learned calmed him down when he was getting worked up. 

He takes a moment biting the inside of his cheek. You think he’s going to protests some more, insist that he’s perfectly content but instead, he looks down at you with those doe eyes you love so much, “Actually, can we - can we play?” 

That was the last thing you’d expected. It had been a while since you and Chris had done that thing that you do. You’d had sex over the last week of course, but it was nothing more than slow lazy morning sex, or before bed lazy sex. It was lovely, of course, it was always good with Chris. But you hadn't ...played in what felt like ages. And the prospect of finally being able to indulge made your cheeks heat up.  

“Like now?” you say in a near whisper, the slightest smile on your face. You were excited, you were finally going to have Chris the way you’d been craving for days. 

“Please.” He nods, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek, drawing smooth circles into the skin with his thumb. 

“Yeah, yeah - we can.” 

His eyes darken, and a smirk graced his lips the moment the words leave your lips. “Go to the room and strip. I’ll be there in a minute.” he leans in for a kiss and it’s deep and slow. You get lost in it for a moment until he pulls away, biting his lip. “Go on.” He rasps, with a tap to your ass, instructing you to make your way to the bedroom and you do. 

As soon as you round the corner, you dash into the bedroom, quickly tugging down your shorts and panties, and pulling your shirt over your head. You should be embarrassed by how eager you were, but it’d been so long since you’d gotten to have Chris in this way and you just couldn't hide your excitement. You position yourself in the center of the bed, completely bare of all of your clothes, waiting for him. It doesn’t take long before he walks into the room, slowly a smirk on his lips. He situates himself at the end of the bed. 

“Knees, baby.” You knee-walk your way down the bed, crawling onto the floor in front of you on your knees, and the way you are looking up at him, eyes all big and innocent and waiting, it drives him wild. “Remind me of the rules please.” 

You go over the rules again like always, reciting your colors and signals, and he praises you with a ‘good girl’, and you are already feeling yourself get to that floaty place that makes you feel tingly all over. 

You stay there kneeling, waiting for instructions when he tugs down the sweats already hanging low on his hips, along with his Calvins. He takes himself in his hand pumping a few times letting out a relieved sigh. 

“Open.” He demanded, and you obliged, scooting closer to him placing your hands on his thighs and opening wide, “Suck.” without hesitation, you wrap your lips around him and begin bobbing your head, taking him as far as you can, working the rest of him with your hand. You’re rewarded with Chris’s moans of praise, and a caress of your cheek. 

“Oh fuck baby. You are doing so good - fuck, you're so good for me.” he huffs, running his hands through your hair, tugging at the roots. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now baby, okay?” He says breathlessly, and you lift off of him for only a second, nodding eagerly. He guides you back on his cock, thrusting in and out of your mouth, holding your head still. His thrusts are slow at first but deep, hitting the back of your throat. You always prided yourself on not having much of a gag reflex. His thrusts picked up speed, and it wasn’t before long he was fucking quicking in and out of your mouth, your hands helping you stay steady on his thighs. He pushed himself to the back of your throat a few times, just staying there enjoying the feeling of your throat constricting around his cock. He let up allowing you to catch your breath before going back in again. 

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.” he groans, lifting you off of his cock one final time, “Color baby?” he prompts 

“Green. I’m green.” You stutter quickly catching your breath, before reattaching yourself back onto his cock, taking him down your throat. He lets you go on a few more moments, without any assistance from him before he’s pulling back, making you look up at him with curious eyes. 

“I’m not coming like this. I’ve got plans for you baby.” he rasps, caressing your cheek running his thumb across your swollen bottom lip. You playfully nip at his thumb, and he smiles down at you, completely smitten.

With one hand under your chin, he guides you back up to your feet, legs a little wobbly. You want to wrap your arms around his neck pulling him close to you but you don’t dare. He never gave you explicit permission you could touch, and you wanted to be good for him. He asked for this, the least you could do was be a good girl and follow the rules. He places both hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. Nibbling at your bottom lip, tongue grazing at your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you gladly give. His hand roams down the front of your body, caressing your right breast, giving it a light squeeze, eliciting a moan from you. His hands roam down your body, cupping your heat, feeling the wetness already pooling there. 

“Wet from just sucking me off, eh?” 

“Always wet for you,” you mumble shyly leaning up again to reattach your lips to his. Your desire gets the better of you, and you find your hands roaming up his shoulders, wrapping around him tangling your fingers in his hair. You give it a light tug, knowing it's one of his favorite things and you get the smallest whimper from him. He’s lost in the feeling of your fingers in his hair, when he remembers his own rules, and quickly untangles your arms from around his neck, and pulls away. 

“Did I say you could touch?” 

“No. I’m sorry.” you pout, and he smirked down at you, giving your lips a quick peck. 

“That’s okay baby.” He says, and any other day he would probably have you over his lap in a second for breaking one of the rules, but he isn’t in the mood to punish you. He just wants to play. “Now up on the bed. Hands and knees.” 

You're quick to follow instructions, turning around and positioning yourself in the center of the bed like he’d asked, your ass presented perfectly to him. He couldn’t help the smirk on his face at your eagerness. He would never understand what it was that made you so pliant. Maybe it was the anticipation and excitement of what was to come next, what he would do to make you feel good. Or maybe it was your want, your need to please him. Maybe it was both. 

He took hold of your ankle and dragged you back down the bed so you were less center, and closer to the edge. The sudden movement, made you lose your balance and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips and his heart skipped a beat. There you were ass up, in front of him on display and still, you managed to do something incredibly adorable. 

“Sorry honey.” He smiles, picking your hips back up into the air. 

“ ‘S okay.” You giggle, and it quickly turns into a moan as his fingers find their way to your pussy, running up and down your folds. 

“This feels good?” He smirks, adding just the tiniest bit of pressure to your clit. 

“Mmhm, yes.” you nod, pushing your ass back against his hand, and he’s quick to pull away. You knew better. ‘Patience is key, Love’, but it just felt so good you couldn’t help it. 

You waited a few moments, waiting for his hand to go back to where you needed him, but instead, you were met with a swift smack to your right ass cheek. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden sting made you cry out. 

“You know the rules baby.” He says, hand soothing where he’d just marked you, before putting his hand back where you’d needed him rubbing up and down your folds, spreading the wetness already collecting there. Slowly he inserts a finger, curling it down, hitting that spot deep inside you drawing out a long moan. He begins pumping his finger in and out of you slowly, keeping it perfectly curved hitting your spot over and over again. Just when you think it’s all too much he slowly, inserts another finger in, curling it perfectly as he had before. “Holy shit.” You whine, pushing back against his fingers, earning you another slap to one ass cheek and then the other. 

“Honey,” Chris warns, slowing down the pace of his fingers. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” you moan, waiting for him to pick up the pace with his fingers again and he did. You feel yourself tighten around his fingers, heat pooling at the pit of your stomach and you know it’s only a matter of time. “Baby, I gotta come.” 

“You can come.” he cooed, and immediately your orgasm hits you nearly knocking the breath out of you. 

“Oh fuck.” you sigh, trying to catch your breath. You collapse on the bed, chest heaving when you feel Chris hovering above you, lips trailing kisses up your spine until he's kissing at the back of your neck, planting kisses at that shell of your ear. 

“Turn over for me.” 

Slowly you turn over, looking up at him with a lazy smile. He leans down, crashing his lips into yours, a hand caressing your side. 

“Scoot up,” he says nodding up towards the headboard. You shimmy your way back up the bed, laying down on the pillow, watching as he crawled the way across the bed before he was hovering over you. He leaned down kissing down your neck to your collarbone to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing you while his hand tweaked at the other. You arched your chest up to him, moaning at the sensation of his tongue swiping across the bud. As much as you were enjoying Chris's mouth on you, you wanted him inside you more than anything. You snaked your fingers into his hair tugging at his locks, bringing his face up to meet yours. 

“Chris -” you whine, but he quickly grasps both your wrist in his one large hand and pins them above your head. 

“Keep them here.” He warns, but his eyes are just as soft as ever. He goes back to work on your chest and just as your about to let out another whine, another beg for him to do something else, he’s pulling himself up, and kissing back up your neck. 

He takes a hold of himself, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds, and you let out a long moan, relieved to finally feel him. He dips the tip inside, just barely, collecting your wetness before spreading through your folds and rubbing the head of his cock against your clit. It feels so good you can’t help but roll your hips into it. 

“Your so wet baby.” He rasps, resting his forehead against yours, “You ready for me?” he asks and you nod furiously, wanting nothing more than to reach out and pull him closer to you. Slowly slides himself inside eyes glued to yours, and you both let out a relieved groan. 

“Can I? Please.” You ask biting at your bottom lip, begging him to allow you to touch him and he nods. You quickly wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs around his waist. His thrusts are slow and shallow. Just barely pulling out before thrusting back in again. It’s just to get you adjusted to his size but it wasn’t enough, you needed more. So you begin rolling your hips up, trying to take him in deeper, but the grip on your hips tighten, and you know you’ll have Chris-shaped bruises in the morning. 

“Stay still honey.” He growls, so you do. 

Eventually, his thrusts get deeper, and faster until he’s pistoning his hips into you, drawing out moans and whines. Your hands are taking down his back, and he’s got his head buried in your neck, sucking at your favorite spot behind your ear and you can feel yourself getting to that place where you feel floaty and everything gets tingly. 

“Chris I’m - oh shit.” you whimper tugging at his hair, “Don’t stop please.” His grip on your hips gets tighter and his pace gets quicker, his sucking on your neck more deliberate. You could feel that coil tightens in your stomach again and before you knew your orgasm came crashing into you. “Oh my god,” you whine into his ear, trying to catch your breath.  

“Fuck, that’s my girl” he growls, feeling you contract around him. He stops his thrusts in favor of slow lazy grinding, drawing long deep moans from you. It’s not the prettiest sounds you’ve ever made, but it just feels too good that you can’t be bothered to care. 

“Chris, I - I can’t anymore.” You pant, combing your fingers through his hair. He lifts up from your neck, resting his forehead against yours, a smirk on his face. 

“You sensitive?” you nod and let out another moan when he hit that spot deep inside you once more. “Come on, give me one more. Please baby. Come with me.” He moans, before leaning down crashing his lips with yours.

“Okay,” you whine pulling him closer to you. He lifts your leg up, hooking it around his waist, and you both groan at the new angle. 

“Holy shit, honey.” He says through gritted teeth, he buries himself back into your neck, sucking and licking and nibbling as he started up with a slow pace with his hips once more. His thrusts were still deep and slow but quickly picking up speed as he swiveled his hips. It’s when one of his hands snake up from your hip to your neck with only the slightest bit of pressure do you feel that familiar burn at the pit of your stomach. 

“Chris, oh my - fuck-.” you whine

“It’s okay I got you - fuck. I got you.” He groans into your neck “Honey I’m gonna come. Come with me.” he lifts his head out of your neck, resting his forehead against yours, “Please, honey. Come with me”. It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re coming completely undone beneath him, nails raking down his back, chanting a mixture of swears and his name. “Holy shit.” He huffs, his breath fanning across your face. 

Your tingly all over, and the only thing that you can sense is Chris. His smell, his weight on top of you, his voice letting out little praises. You looked up at him with a lazy smile, eyes slightly glassed over, “Wow.” you smile, and he lets out a little chuckle.

“You did so good baby.” he praises planting kisses all over your face “How are you feeling?”

“Good. I feel good.” you sigh brushing a curl back that’d fallen in front of his face. “I can’t feel my toes.” you giggle. It didn’t happen always, only when your orgasm was particularly intense, and Chris always was proud of himself when he’d been able to do that for you. 

He pulls out of you, and he moves to lift himself away from you and out of bed but you’re quick to pull him back down on top of you. 

“I’ll be right back. Gotta get you cleaned up.” He smiles, placing a quick peck on your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom. He’s back in a flash with a washcloth and quickly cleans you up, tossing the towel to the side and pulling the covers back for you to crawl under. He follows in after, pulling you to his chest planting soft kisses on your hair.  

“Are you okay?” he asks running his hand up and down your arm “I wasn’t too rough?” 

 “Did I call it?” you ask referring to your safe word, and he shakes his head “Then I’m fine.” you smile, “you really needed that didn’t you?” 

 “Yeah.” he chuckles placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

 “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

 “It’s stupid.” 

You look up at him eyebrow raised “If it’s upsetting you then it’s not stupid.” 

“It’s just this stupid stuff with the cafe remodel. I just feel like everything is going to shit.” 

The cafe remodel was his dream. He’d keep his little cafe downstairs during the day and at night a nice little bar upstairs, perfect for open mic nights for local artists, and poets. It was everything he’s ever wanted, and he wanted it to be perfect. 

“It’s going to be a great babe. It’s going to get finished and people are going to love it.” 

“I hope so. I’m just anxious about it. And the closer it gets to being done the more things seem to be going wrong. And with all the constructions business is slow. I’m just stressed is all.” he says letting out a huff. 

“Well, it’s going to be great.” 

“Yeah, I hope so.” he sighs pulling you tighter to him, “Thank you.” 

“For what?”

“For helping me clear my head.” 

“Anytime baby.” You smile, placing a sweet kiss on his chest. “Anytime.”

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[jungle-angel]

May Your Days Be Warm And Bright And Your Wedding Day Be White (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: The big day for you and Cal is finally here

Tagging: @floydsmuse @lewmagoo I hope you guys are ok with me including Father McDowell in this. Meggy, you've finally convinced me to write for Calvin and Leah, I can't thank you enough for including me on that taglist for the Rhett fic you posted. You guys are awesome.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, religious references, etc.

Cal took a deep breath as he straightened his bowtie in the mirror. He had never really been one for black and white, but he was determined to make an impression, seeing as you had both been waiting for this day for a long time.

He thought back to that glorious fall day when you had been walking around campus, both of you newly hired at the college, him in the chemistry department and you, the new nursing professor. Cal had taken you and Six-Thirty down to a favorite spot of his near the river, a beautiful little spot near the river on a path that he had used on his daily run with your canine companion. When he had pulled out his grandmother's ring, you truly realized what you meant to each other.

"Hell's Bells boyo," chuckled the old Irish priest. "Sweatin through yer dress suit are ye?"

"Any more and I'll be a puddle on the floor, Padre," Cal joked.

Father McDowell laughed. "Well, if the worst I have to do is have Helen clean you up with a rag, then I s'pose it's a good day eh?"

Cal smiled and shook his head. He quickly noticed the odd, laughing expression on the priest's face. "What?" he asked.

"Thinkin back to the day when you and John ended up on our doorstep," he chuckled. "Now look at ye, a fine young man, smarter'n a whip and who can command a chemistry lab as though it be a U.S Cavalry regiment. I'm proud of ye Calvin. And I'm proud of (y/n) too."

"She's amazing isn't she?" Calvin said.

"Amazin ain't even the half of it," Father McDowell chuckled. "Brigid's fire burns bright in that one I tell ye and if any o' the pretentious little bootlicks at the university wish to go after'er, I'll break both their legs and their balls all at once."

Calvin burst into a full fit of laughter until his older brother, James, poked his head in the door. "Cal, you ready?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Cal answered.

Father McDowell clapped a hand onto his shoulder. "Go git'er me boyo," he told him.

The smile that crawled across Cal's face, at that very moment, would have made you scream.

**************

"Oh God I'm so nervous.....ow!"

"Sorry, sorry," Mei apologized. "There's just alot to work with."

You smiled at her, along with the rest of the girls. Cal's sisters, Barbara and Kathleen, were busy looking after Lucy, Barbara's daughter, while Georgina and Betty, were helping with each other's makeup.

Mei had done serious wonders along with her twin sister, Betty. You looked so natural and so beautiful with your hair all done up and the lightest little touches of makeup here and there.

You and the girls had all risen at some ungodly hour of the morning to get ready to do each other's hair and makeup with Lucy barely sitting still long enough for Barbara to run a brush through her unruly curls. Your wedding dress had been kept in the closet at Mei's house, the something old that your mother had given to you when she had heard you and Calvin were engaged.

"So we have a something old," Mei mused as she combed back the last bits of hair out of your face. "And a something new?"

"My shoes," you chuckled.

"A something borrowed?"

"Momma's wedding veil," Barbara piped in. "Which Tony brought down from the attic this morning."

You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Barbara's husband had brought Patricia's newly repaired wedding veil down from the attic. The veil desperately needed repairing after having been in the attic for so long with you, your mother-in-law and the girls all pitching in to help.

"Something blue?" Mei asked.

"Not yet I'm afraid," you answered.

"Ah, I'll take care of that," she said excitedly. "From me, Betty, Mama, Baba and Nai-Nai."

You opened the little black velvet box, a hand flying to cover your mouth. It was a small blue and gold hair pin that took the shape of a brilliant phoenix, the bird hardly bigger than the tip of your middle finger.

"Mei where did you.....?"

"That was Nai-Nai's when she got married in China," Mei explained. "When they left Guangzhou during the war, it was one of the only family treasures she could carry with her. She gave it to me when I got married and now, I want you to borrow it."

You could've cried right then and there. You gave her and Betty the biggest hug you could possibly give, when Patrica, Calvin's mother, poked her head in.

"Oh (y/n) you look so beautiful!" she gasped, trying not to be loud and give anything away.

"Thank you Pat," you said, trying to control the emotions as you hugged your soon to be mother-in-law.

"We're ready when you are," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

You took a shaky deep breath as you and your bridesmaids readied themselves. Six-Thirty made his way up to you, sitting up as straight as he could on his haunches, the small basked clamped between his teeth. It wouldn't be long before you were officially Mrs. (Y/N) Evans and though you were nervous, you wouldn't have it any other way.

*****************

Cal stood nervously near the church altar, the pews already full of family and friends and people at the college you were close with. He bit his lip with anticipation as your mother walked in with Dr. Powers and then his parents. His father, Henry Evans Jr., stood tall and proud in his Marine Corps. dress blues, his cap tucked under one arm and his mother, Patricia on the other. His aunt began to sing from the choir loft as your bridesmaids and their husbands and boyfriends all walked in, each one looking like a queen in their lilac colored dresses. Lucy and Six-Thirty trailed in front of them, the tiny little girl hanging onto his collar to keep her balance.

Calvin's jaw dropped the minute he saw you enter, his hand flying to his mouth to keep from breaking down right then and there. He couldn't believe it. Here you were in front of him, in your momma's wedding dress, ready to take a vow to be his wife.

Your father gave you away, a few tears in his eyes as Cal took you on his arm. Father McDowell kept his sermon short and to the point before you and Cal read your vows to each other, trying to hold back the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to pull you both under.

"........My love, I could never imagine where I'd be without you," Calvin spoke. "Where I once felt lost, I found you, so unexpectedly and completely out of the blue, that it felt like a dream. From the moment I met you, I wanted to give you the whole world. You are my how and you are my why.......I love you (y/n).....so, so much."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house when you read yours either. Even Cal's father, the saltiest Marine you had ever met, was biting his lip, trying not to cry and claiming it was just allergies.

Before long, Six-Thirty brought you and Cal the tiny little wicker basket with the rings inside, returning to Cal's side and sitting a little straighter than before. When Father McDowell announced that you were now Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Evans, the whole church roared with applause, especially when you and Calvin shared your first kiss.

******************

The reception had all been one hell of a blur, you and Calvin having an absolute blast with your friends and family at the hotel downtown. You shared your first dance with family and friends joining you soon after, but not long into the night, the shenanigans had begun to ensue. You didn't really remember any of the family members with little home video cameras running around filming it, but once the film was developed, perhaps it would jog your foggy memory.

You and Calvin stumbled upstairs, laughing a little bit after having had a little too much to drink that evening. Knowing his family, they would still be downstairs in the reception hall at five in the morning, singing every drinking song they could remember off the top of their heads.

"Ready for bed Mr. Evans?" you purred.

"My head's a little achy, so I'd say yes," he answered, his voice a little slurred and sleepy.

He gently took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. Even after all that, Calvin still couldn't believe you were his at last.

"Need some help Mrs. Evans?" he asked you.

The way the words rolled off his tongue made your legs clench a little. "Just with the back," you told him.

Calvin quickly undid the back of your dress, before you hung it up in the closet. You slipped into the bathroom to change into a little something that Barbara had picked out for you and when you emerged, fresh and clean from a bath, you couldn't help but blush when you saw the naughty look on your husband's face.

"C'mere," he beckoned, his voice low like the first roll of thunder before the storm.

You crawled right into bed with him, the sheets and soft comforters falling over the both of you. Calvin pulled you right on top of him, pulling one leg up over his hip as he kissed you deeply, softly rubbing your thigh and trailing to the swell of your ass.

"So gorgeous," he mumbled. "My pretty little wife."

Your own hand trailed from his chest, down the soft little indents in his belly, the marks of hard exercise and days spent rowing out on the lake near the campus grounds. Your hand dipped a little into his shorts, hoping that his cock would grow swell in your hand.

"Like what you feel there sweetheart?" he chuckled.

You hummed as you kissed him deeply, his hands roaming as they played with the hem of your white satin slip. "Wanna take this off," Calvin whispered under his breath. "Wanna feel every little bit of you."

You pawed a little longer at his cock until you felt it growing, eliciting a moan from your husband. "Sweetheart?"

"Hmm?"

"Help me," he mumbled. "Wanna let my cock out."

You giggled a little as you helped him off with his shorts, his breath growing rapid and the heat from his body radiating onto you. When you saw his now freed cock, straight at attention and red with heat, you couldn't resist. You desperately wanted it inside you and Cal could see the look in your eyes.

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's alright," he said softly. "I'm here to help......easy now.....good.....good girl.....oh sweetheart, you're taking me so well....."

You whimpered a little bit as Cal guided you down onto his rock solid cock, caught completely off guard at how big he actually was.

"Now, now it's alright," he cooed, reaching up and spreading his finger across your stomach. "It's alright......"

You rocked back and forth on his cock to get comfortable. You loved how deep he could go, just deep enough to rub all the right places so that your core tingled. You gently moved his hands to your hips to keep you steady, fearing that when your orgasm finally hit, you would fall over.

"There we go......" Cal murmured. "Back and forth.....back and forth.....oh......good......good sweetheart, there we go......feel better now?"

You nodded.

A moan fell from your lips as you felt his cock twitching inside you, the wetness between your legs obscene as it married with the noises you both made. Calvin sat right up as he kissed you, pulling the bedcovers around you as your legs wrapped around his waist and his deft hands lifted your satin slip over your head and tossed it to the corner with his shorts. He held you so gently in those strong arms of his, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he slowly drew your orgasm out of you.

"Cal...?" you moaned. "Cal....?"

"Shhhh.....sweetheart....." he purred. "Gently.....gently my love.....not so rough now."

You calmed right back down as soon as he kissed you again, his hands roaming over your back and shoulders. You had no idea that this position could feel so fucking good. You and Cal had experimented a little here and there, but now you were so close together, that the space between you both had become nonexistent. You felt your orgasm intensify when you felt each other's tits pressing against each other and before long, you felt a sudden burst and a gush erupting between your legs.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the intense sex, but you and Calvin could barely keep your eyes open as you lay side by side in the comfy bed of the hotel room. You were more than content to sleep in the arms of your husband that night, knowing there would be plenty of time to do other things in the morning.

You and Calvin slept all through the night and for the better part of the morning as the sun came streaming through the hotel room windows. You didn't even hear the jangling of Six-Thirty's collar as he entered the room nor did you see him climb to Cal's side of the bed and begin licking his face.

"Oh, OH GOD!" Cal exclaimed suddenly. "Aw Six-Thirty, that's gross!"

Six-Thirty gave a sheepish little *WOOF!* before settling on the floor.

"Are you ok dear?" you laughed.

"No I've got dog drool all over my mouth," Calvin chuckled.

His disgust was soon broken when he saw a note attached to Six-Thirty's collar. He pulled it out and unrolled it, the message scrawled in black ink.

Your flight leaves for Key West tomorrow morning, don't be late---Dad

"What is it?" you asked, pressing a soft kiss to Cal's shoulder.

"Just a note from Dad," he answered. "Flight to Key West is tomorrow and you know what that means."

You were both filled with wild excitement, knowing that it would be your honeymoon trip......two whole weeks in a little cottage in Key West, Florida and no troubles whatsoever.

"I love you Mrs. Evans," Calvin mumbled, pressing a few soft pecks to your cheek and the side of your head.

"And I love you too Mr. Evans," you purred softly.

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry

[wiypt-writes]

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch3: Man, You Really Are As Dumb As You Look. Part 2 Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: Evan asks Stella on a date, Jake’s not impressed and the entire thing takes him on a little trip down memory lane…

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT via flashback in Part 2 (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

A/N:  So the smut in this chapter is way back when the pair of them were kids. Both 18 before anyone says anything, and is designed to be a truthful reflection of a first time! We hope you enjoy it because it certainly made us giggle a lot.

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Chapter 3 Part 1

June 1999

Jensen parked his Dad’s ford on the drive at the side of Stella’s house and climbed out, the box containing her corsage which matched his boutonniere in his hand. Taking a deep breath he headed round the back of the house and into the kitchen, not bothering to knock as usual.

Stella’s mom was in the kitchen and she looked up at him, smiling.

“Oh my goodness, Jacob Calvin Jensen…you’ve always been a handsome young man but tonight…well, you look positively dapper!” he beamed.

“Thanks Jules.” Jake felt the heat in his cheeks as he blushed at her praise. “Is Stel ready?”

“She should be, she spent almost all afternoon locked in her room with Rey.”

“Oh, ok. Has she erm…got a bag for tonight?” Jake suddenly felt his mouth go dry, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck. What the fuck was wrong with him? Stella had stayed at his loads of times before and Jules had never batted an eyelid, hell he’d stayed here plenty too and not a word had been said. But now, he was suddenly feeling nervous. But as he looked at Stella’s mom she just smiled and stepped forward towards him. She reached out to straighten the grey and silver bow tie and looked at him.

“She’s special Jake, but you already know that.”

Ok so now he wanted the fucking ground to swallow him.

“Her bag’s in the hall.” Julie stepped back, patting the lapels of his jacket. Jake gave her another smile, set the box with Stella’s corsage down on the side and headed into the hall, taking the opportunity to escape for a moment as he took it to the car, slinging it into the trunk. He headed back inside and before he had to think of anything else to say to steer the conversation away from the fact that Jules knew full well he was planning on having sex with her daughter that night, he was saved by Aubrey who waltzed into the kitchen.

“God, she’s a nervous wreck.” Aubrey mumbled, “Being a right pain in the ass. I’ve done and redone her hair about fifty times.”

She grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, completely ignoring Jensen which was fine by him, and slumped down at the kitchen table.

Julie sighed “So were you at your prom!”

“That was because I was on for Prom Queen.” Aubrey shrugged. At that Jake rolled his eyes, he couldn’t care less about all that Prom Queen shit. As far as he was concerned he had the best girl on his arm. At that point Rey’s eyes flicked to him and she gave a little smile “Well, don’t you scrub up fine?”

“Well Stella told me if I wore my soccer kit she’d kill me” he shrugged and Rey snorted before she frowned.

“Where are your glasses?”

“Contacts” Jake shrugged “Don’t wear ‘em often other than for sport but…”

“Huh.” Rey shrugged.

“Is that everything or you wanna know what colour boxer shorts I’m wearing?” Jake quipped “Can show you if you like?”

“Jacob!” Julie looked at her and he flashed her a cheeky grin.

“For your information they’re black” he winked and then raised his wrist to check his watch. It was getting a little later than he wanted it to be now, but at that point besides him Julie gave a little gasp and he raised his head to see Stella stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Jake felt his moth drop open as he looked at her. He’d seen her dressed up before but never like this. Her dress was a deep blue satin with a pleated skirt that finished just below her knee. It tapered in at the waist and the bodice was lace, high necked and sleeveless with flower applique. On her feet she wore a pair of cream coloured peep-toe pumps that were decorated with little crystals along the arch and her blond hair was pulled back off her face into an elegant knot. Those blue eyes Jake could happily lose himself in popped under a smoky brown eyeshadow and her cheeks were expertly rouged.

She looked like a modern Grace Kelly, absolutely fucking amazing.

“Hi.” He stuttered, stepping towards her.

“Hey Jakey.” She smiled, a little shyly and at that point her mum gave a cough and gestured to the door with her head. Rey rolled her eyes and stood up, following her out as Julie shut the door to give the two of them a bit of privacy.

“Stel you look stunning.” He smiled, dropping his lips to hers in a soft kiss and she beamed at him.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Jake smiled, and then suddenly remembered the box on the side “Oh, here…” he took her hand and led her after him before he picked it up and opened the top. Stella peered inside and then looked up at him.

“Petunia.” she chuckled.

“Well I know they’re your favourites.” He said, gently taking it out surprised to see his hands were shaking. “Right or left.”

“Erm left.” She said after a short deliberation, holding her hand out for him. “Less chance of me banging it.” Jake smiled and gently slipped the pearl-effect beads over her manicured fingers so that the flowers sat on her delicate wrist and she looked at it, smiling. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome babe.” He grinned and she leaned up to kiss him again. “So err, you wanna go. Your bag’s already in the car…and it’s almost 7 so…”

“Yeah, oh…Mom wanted a photo first. Your mom called her before demanding one so…”

Jake groaned “God she was crying when I left. Dad had to drag her back inside as she was waving the car away.”

Stella grinned “Well her baby’s all grown up.”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” He quipped and Stella shook her head with a laugh and headed for the door.

After Julie had gushed over the pair of them and taken what felt like enough photos to fill an entire album she pulled Stella into a hug and Jake stepped back, but not far enough as he still caught what Julie whispered to Stella.

“Your dad would be so proud of you sweetheart.”

“Mom.” Stella sniffed a little and Jake bowed his head, turning to look at Rey who was also surprisingly emotional. He flashed her a little wink and she smiled back as Stella turned to him.

“Ready?” he asked and she nodded. He took her hand and together they walked down the drive. He made sure he opened the car door for her, waiting till she adjusted her dress before shutting it and then hopped in the driver’s side.

Julie and Rey waved them off as he reversed onto the street before they pulled away.

“Oh, before I forget who did you have in the sweepstake for starting the first fight?” Jake asked as he turned left at the top of her street.

“Simon Rogers.” Stella said.

“Rogers?” Jake frowned, “Seriously?”

“Yup” she nodded “He might be small but he’s vicious. Plus Vinnie Foxborough has asked Jenny Marchant to be his date, and we all know she was dating Rogers like a month ago. It’s going off, I’m telling you.”

**** An hour or so after arriving, the Prom was in full swing. They’d done the usual posing for photos upon arrival and headed straight to grab a drink before navigating to the table their group of friends had already claimed. Stel had then headed off to go speak to a few of the girls from her hockey team whilst Jensen had stood with the captain of his soccer squad and a few of the other guys from the team. Eventually they’d worked their way back to one another as the announcements and general fuss started regarding Prom King and Queen. It came as no surprise to anyone who was named, Stacey Holbrook-popular girl number 1 and Will Brady- popular guy number 1. Jensen gave an exaggerated yawn as cheers rang out around the Sports Hall. Stella looked at him, arching an eyebrow as she sat in the chair next to him round their table, his arm slung casually over the back of her chair. He shrugged and grinned as he watched them both take to the stage, a hush fell over the room. Stacey began gushing into the mic, her words vaguely registered in Jensen’s mind as she squealed about how surprised and honoured she was…bla bla bla.

He wouldn’t have minded either, but in Jake’s eyes, she wasn’t a patch on the girl sat to his right. He moved his hand from the back of Stella’s chair, gently placing it round her shoulders and pulling her into him, pressing a kiss to her temple. She looked at him and he flashed her a wink as he reached for his soda. He took a loud gulp and sat back, and then before he could stop it a huge burp escaped his mouth. Jensen sat stock still as everyone in the hall turned in his direction, accusingly. Stella was sinking lower into her chair, trying to disappear but Jake sat up tall and spun round in his seat as if he too was searching for the culprit.

“Disgusting!” he called out loudly, shaking his head. “Whoever that was should be ashamed of themselves.”

A few titters broke out across the hall and he spotted his Football coach smirking at him as he turned back to look at Stella who had her hand slapped over her forehead.

“You’re a fucking nightmare.” She hissed at him.

“I couldn’t help it!” he whispered back. “Better out than in as my dad always says…” As it turns out that was just one of the 2 reasons Jake found himself having to talk his way out of trouble that night. The second however, Jake was pleased to report was Stella’s fault. He was stood talking a few guys from the soccer team when John Digby, their right-back and captain suddenly nudged Jake.

“What?” Jake asked, looking at him. John nodded over his shoulder and Jake turned to see Stella was in an angry exchange with the captain of the football team. A huge, hulking jock that played quarterback called Brad Kingsley.  He watched for a second, grinning as the huge guy seemed actually quite frightened of Stella who was jabbing him in his chest but then as he spotted Brad’s girlfriend stalking towards them he gave a groan. “Ahh shit. Be right back…”

“Good luck with that!” John shot after him as the team laughed “Your Misssus is fuckin’ scary…”

“Don’t I know it.” Jensen mumbled as he jogged over to where quite a crowd was gathering now, just in time to hear Stell call Brad a fucking asshole. “Hey, hey…” Jensen said gently, grabbing her arm. She turned to look at him and he instantly saw the problem. The front of her dress, over the chest area was soaked.

“He just spilt his drink all over me, and not even a fucking apology!” she seethed.

“It was an accident!” Brad said, his voice loud.

“Fuck you!” Stella snarled and Jensen took a deep breath.

“Stel, babes, come on…” he consoled her a little, and she took one final glare at Brad, before she looked at Jensen, wrenching her arm free and stalked away. He watched her go for a bit before he turned back to Brad, seeing the guy was now cracking his knuckles ominously. What he lacked in brains, which was quite a lot actually- the guy was thick as two short planks- he made up for in brawn and whilst Jensen was more than capable of holding his own in a fight, he really didn’t fancy his chances here. “Brad, look man, I don’t want any trouble…” “I can’t hit women.” Brad shrugged “But I can give you a smack for your girl’s mouth…”

“Come on…you know what they’re like.” Jensen shrugged “Plus its shark week so….hormones…” he smoothed out the bigger man’s jacket before both his hands rest on his upper biceps, slapping them gently before he let go. “She rides the red river and it turns her into a fucking ogre. You wouldn’t really wanna hold that against me would you bro?” “Suppose not.” Brad mumbled. “Cheers pal, I owe you.” Jensen slapped his back as he made a hasty retreat, letting the air out of his lungs as he walked.

Thankfully, the rest of the evening passed with little to no drama and Jensen actually found it to be quite enjoyable. For the first time it dawned on him that this, well this really did signal the end of high-school and in 3 months, just over 12 weeks or so, he and Stella would be off to Norwich to start the ROTC for 4 years. He was looking forward to it- living away from home, the fun of College life whilst training with the Army and most of all having his best friend and girl by his side. Buoyed by the sudden feel good factor, he dragged Stella off to dance with their friends and the pair of them grinned when about 4 songs in the opening bars of Journey “Don’t Stop Believing” hit their ears and everyone on the dance floor gave a loud shriek.

“Well what do you know, they’re playing our song.” Jake grinned as he pulled Stella towards him.

“It’s odds on they’d play this.” She rolled her eyes, grinning as he began to sing in a stupid voice, twirling her around. She watched him as he ran through his usual dance moves to the song…pointing at everyone when he sang the word strangers, arching his hand upwards a little over his head like a rainbow to the word boulevard. By the time the song hit its crescendo their entire group of friends had joined in and Stella shook her head at him as he gave her a wink.

“You’re an idiot…” she said as the song finished and morphed into something by the Backstreet Boys that Jensen couldn’t remember the name of.

“But I’m your idiot, doll.” He grinned and she gave a laugh cocking her head to one side, her arms sliding up round his neck.

“Yeah, yeah you are…”

At that point they were both shoved violently to the side, Jensen grabbing Stella to stop her falling. He spun round, immediately ready to give whoever it was a warning to be careful when his eyes fell on Simon Rogers and Vinnie Foxborough who were both going hell for leather in the middle of the floor, fists flying as people rushed into separate them. With a  groan Jensen turned to Stella who was stood there, the rest of their friends also hanging their heads as she held her hand out, palm up. “Pay up, losers!” she grinned, and Jake snorted as Sally, Ewan, Brady, Mackenzie and Danny all reached into their purses or wallets and slapped five bucks into her hand each. She looked at Jake and he frowned.

“I’m not paying you.” He shook his head.

“Stop being a whiney bitch JJ.” She grinned and he shook his head again.

“I’ll buy you a Big Mac meal on the way home instead.”

Stella looked at him, considering his offer before she grinned “You do know that’s gonna cost you more than five bucks, right?”

Jake shrugged “You’re worth it.”

“Gee, thanks” she snorted.

“What can I say, I’m a romantic…and speaking of which…” he moved closer to her, dropping his head down so his lips were by her ears. “Wanna get out of here? Mom and Dad are out tonight so we can have the place to ourselves for a few hours before they get home.”

Stella turned her head to look at him, and he noticed that her cheeks had flushed a little and she bit her lip shyly before she nodded.

“Yeah, ok.”

 Jake smiled, taking a deep breath before he pressed his lips to hers. They made their excuses to their friends, promising to catch up with them all soon and then the two of them made their way hand in hand off the floor, weaving in between people as they headed for the exit.

**** “I think my personal favourite bit was when you called the captain of the football team an asshole.” Jake said as he grabbed Stella’s bag from the trunk of his dad’s car “Good times.” “He deserved it.” She narrowed her eyes.

“And I supposed I deserved the punch he was going to give me for you being a mouthy brat.” Jensen looked at her as she shrugged, grinning.

“Yeah, how did you talk you way out of it anyway?” she asked, taking his hand as they walked down the drive towards the front door.

“Told him it was shark week.” Jake shrugged and Stella stopped dead.

“You did what?”

“You heard me, I blamed your little meltdown on hormones.”

“You are such an asshole!” Stella grit out through her teeth and Jake laughed, turning to face her.

"It was that or he punched me in the mouth, and let’s face it gorgeous, this-."  he waved his hand in a circle round his face, finger pointing towards it"-is too good to ruin"

She looked at him, shaking her head and snorting as he dropped a kiss to her cheek and opened the door. The house was dark and empty as he let Stella in first, where she dropped her shoes which she was carrying in her hand to the floor as Jake followed her into the hall, dumping her bag.

“You want a drink?” Jake asked and Stella turned to him, nodding.

“Yeah”

“A proper one?”

“Dur.”

Jake grinned and he led her down the hall and into the little den where his dad kept the good stuff.  He tossed his jacket over the back of the arm chair, shrugging off his waistcoat and depositing that in the same place. Rolling his shirt sleeves up to get more comfortable, he yanked open the liquor cabinet and blinked when he saw the post it stuck on the front of the bottle of vodka. It was his dad’s handwriting and with a snort he pulled it off and handed it to Stella.

“Don’t even think about it…” she read with a laugh “Fuck he knows us so well.”

“Like he never did it.” Jake grumbled, shoving the bottle back. He stood up and made his way through to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge “Oh come on dad!” he groaned as he saw another note stuck to the beer. He read it and gave a shrug “ok, so apparently this is fine…”

He pulled two out, popped the lids and handed one to Stella. She took a huge pull and let out a groan.

“Not being able to legally drink until 21 sucks “she grumbled, “I mean how can we be old enough to join the army but not consume alcohol?”

“Maybe we should move to Europe babe.” He said as they both dropped onto the sofa. Stella snorted and then sighed.

“We may end up doing.” She tapped her finger nails against the bottle “I mean, who knows where we’re gonna end up.” “Yeah, well we got years to think about that.” Jensen shrugged as he reached for the remote to turn the TV on but stopped abruptly as Stella grabbed his wrist.

“Seriously, the house is ours…and you brought me home early to watch TV?”

“No, I was…just…” he trailed off as she took the bottle off him, placed it on the table and then hitched her dress up slightly so she could straddle him. Jensen swallowed a little as her hands gently copped his face and she kissed him. For reasons which he couldn’t even place himself, because damned they’d done a lot more than simply make out, he was nervous and it showed clearly as Stella pulled back, frowning a little.

“What’s wrong?”

Jake looked at her, blinking in the dim light of the room and shook his head, jerking himself to his senses “Nothing, nothing at all.”

In a flash his lips were back on hers, his arms round her back as he held her close, his tongue snaking into her mouth, tanging with hers. As the kissing grew in intensity, he could feel himself growing aroused and clearly Stel could do as she rotated her hips slightly, grinding down against him and he gave a hiss. His hands moved to the side of her thighs, pushing up her skirt even further, fingers trailing against her skin and she moaned as he gripped her ass, giving a little squeeze. With an easy movement, Jake stood and turned them so she was under him on the couch. His lips moved to her jaw and he trailed hot kisses down her neck to the top of her dress, focussing on that spot on her neck he’d found the first time they’d made out, enjoying the little whimpers she made right by his ear. His hands crept back up her skirt, settling on her hips as her arms wrapped around him, dancing over the top of his shirt. His lips moved back to her mouth and he kissed her again, pushing down against her and Stella gave a soft keen of delight at the contact.  

“Fuck, I love you Stel.” He muttered against her mouth.

“Love you too Jakey.” Her voice was punctuated by a gasp and he pulled back to look at her, her eyes shining.

“Stel, I know…I haven’t asked you if you wanna…you know…” he stumbled over his words and she smiled softly, and cut him off.

“I do.”  She assured him before she pushed her head upwards, lips crashing onto his and her hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it free of his pants. His back muscles twitched as her hands danced over his skin, the sensation of her gently dragging her nails across the base of his spine sent a spike of desire, like a red hot poker through his entire body and he let out a groan.

“Can we go upstairs?” he asked softly.

“Yeah…” she nodded.

Wordlessly he stood up, shifting his pants slightly which were fucking uncomfortable thanks to his now painful erection and grabbing their beers in one hand, he held his other out and pulled her to her feet. He led her out into the hall, up the stairs and across the landing into his room, kicking the door shut with his foot.

He flicked on the lamp on his nightstand, his eyes glancing at the photo of the two of them taken after one of his soccer matches where his cheeks were red and his face was sweaty from the exertion of the game. He loved that snap, it was the final match of the season where they had won the league and the day he’d first told her he’d loved her. Her face had lit up as she’d whispered it back to him, before he’d made it past second base that evening on the chair in a dark corner of the garden, their families milling around elsewhere, completely oblivious.

He set the bottles of beer down and turned to look back at her. She was stood, watching him, biting her lip out of nervous anticipation and suddenly a wave apprehension crashed over him as he started to realise that this was going to happen. The thought of losing his virginity to Stel had never worried him before, hell, they’d done pretty much everything else bar hit the home run to so speak, but for some reason now it seemed like a big deal. He swallowed a little, his mind flicking back to the conversation he’d had with his sister a few days ago. Whilst he and his dad were close- condom conversation proving that- there were something he just didn’t want to ask his old man about, and how to make Stel feel good when he popped her cherry so to speak was one of them. So he’d approached Jane, who for once hadn’t ripped him to shit. She’d told him the first time was gonna be awkward as hell, so he needed to be gentle, get her off in some way before he poked her (Jane’s words, not his) and most importantly he had to make sure she was ready to do it.

Licking his lips he walked back towards her and she stepped closer to him, her eyes locking onto his as his hands fell to her hips and he kissed her again, before his fingers skated up the back of her dress and he found the zipper. With a deep breath, Jensen slid the zipper down her dress causing it to fall forward slightly and he got a glimpse of her breasts, which he had yet to actually see come to think of it, and here they were, clad in a lacy, strapless black bra. He held onto his shoulders and he glanced down, watching her as she stepped out of it, kicking it to the side.

“God you’re beautiful.” He stuttered out and Stella giggled nervously before he kissed her again and pivoted them so he could lay her out on her back on his bed. He crawled up next to her, laying on his side as she tipped her head and he kissed her again, his right hand sliding up and cupping her breast over her bra. Stella arched her back a little and Jensen’s groan caught in his throat as he slid his hand down her bare stomach and gently slipped it into her panties, over her soft curls and felt her slick against his fingers. He started to play with her, the way he’d found out she’d liked and his face watched hers intently as she bit her lip, her eyes falling shut in pleasure. Before long her hips started to move against his hand and he gently moved his wrist, inserting 2 fingers inside her. Her body reacted the way he’d seen before and encouraged he continued his movements. Her hand moved up to grab at his hair, pulling him down to kiss him and before long she was crying out, her hand wrapping around his wrist as her walls fluttered around his fingers as she came.

Jensen was actively now trying not to blow his load in his pants as he watched his girl ride out her orgasm. His eyes squinted slightly as he pressed his forehead to hers, the sticky fingers from her core resting on her hip. After a moment or two that same hand moved up her side and under her back, his eyes closed as he reached her bra.

His fingers paused on the clasp and he looked at her, remembering his sisters words and he kissed her again, his head pressing against hers.

“Please tell me you want this” he said, his voice a nervous plea.

“Yeah, yeah I do…” she nodded.

“Good, me too…ok...that’s good” he smiled against her lips as his fingers moved to her clasp. He’d read there was a technique to flicking it open with a snap of your thumb and finger, but right now that really wasn’t’ happening. Shifting slightly he slid his other arm underneath her as she moved her shoulders slightly to allow him to get both hands on it, but he was still struggling, his fingers slipping against the clasp.

“Stell.” He whispered and she looked at him.

“What?”

“I'm nervous” he lightly chuckled. She smiled, and bit her lip.

“Me too.” She sat up, “Here…” her arms moved behind her and she undid her bra, tossing it to the side as it fell forward. Jake watched, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, giving an involuntary gasp almost as he saw her bare breasts for the first time.

Her fingers gently undid the buttons on his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders and Jensen gently slid down, taking her lace panties with him before he stood up, dispensing of the rest of his clothes, his eyes roving over her bare form as she lay on the bed, watching him. Fuck, the sight of her laying there completely naked was sending him into overdrive so as quickly as he could he moved and reached into the drawer on his night stand for the box of condoms he’d bought especially. His fingers slipped a little as he tore the foil packet open, his hand shaking as he knelt on the bed between her legs, rolling it down over his shaft. It was awkward, and he was starting to get a little bit het up when Stella put a hand over his and he glanced up at her knowing full well she could read him, she always could. She guided his hand down and once he was sheathed he moved, his hands either side of her shoulders as he positioned himself.

With as gently a movement as he could, he worked his way gently into her letting out a loud groan, and her breath hitched a little. The sensation of being buried in her for the first time washed over him, her tight warmth hugging his cock and his arms gave way causing him to drop to his elbows. Luckily he caught himself in time, and he shifted a little to support his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her.

“You ok?” she asked softly. Every muscle in his body was tense and she could clearly feel it as he lay over her.

“Yeah.” He panted. “You?” “I’m good…” there was a little pause and she placed her hand on the bottom of his back, applying a little pressure with her palm, almost as if she was trying to pull him towards her "Jakey, you gotta move, please baby..."

So he did. He started thrusting. Slowly at first, picking up the pace a little as he gained confidence. Her hands slipped up his back and came to rest as her arms hooked under his, palms flat on the back of his shoulders.

Jensen watched her carefully as he continued his movements, his eyes locked onto hers. She looked straight back at him as her body gently moved with each thrust he made. He leaned down to kiss her, and it's was a little sloppy because his brain and body were that awash with this absolute new sensation of pleasure that he was struggling to function or focus on much at the moment. He broke the kiss, dropping his forehead to hers, his mouth slack as the heat tightened in his belly and he knew it wasn’t going to be long before he came.

"Stel, I'm not...I'm not gonna..." he started to explain, almost apologies even but she cut him off.

"It's ok,..." she nudged his nose with hers "Let me see you..."

He raised his head and she looked straight at him, and with a few more little thrusts he was gone, tipping over the edge with a little grunt and a cry of her name. As the surge of pleasure washed over him he pitched forward, burying his face into her neck, breathing deeply as the world span around him, the blood pounding in his ears was almost deafening.

Stella’s hands gently slid up his back, scratching at that spot on the nape of his neck, softly tangling in his hair.

"You ok, did I hurt you?" he asked, tilting his head to look at her.

"You'd never hurt me Jake."

“You’d never hurt me Jake…”

Those words echoed round Jensen’s brain and with a groan he rolled onto his back as sleep persistently evaded him. That was one trip down memory lane he hadn’t needed, more so because the words were fucking bullshit. He had hurt her, the one thing he'd always sworn never to do. That night, their first time had been perfect, and whilst it had been awkward as hell and he’d lasted all of 5 minutes, it had been special because they’d loved one another.

Jensen turned his head to see Britney, the dark haired friend of the nurse he’d met in the bar the other night sleeping, next to him and he lay back with his eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling. Seeing Stella before had riled him enough to call the woman and pick her up from work after her shift ended at midnight. A bottle of wine and few shots of tequila later their clothes had ended up strewn all over his apartment and, well, here she was, fast asleep next to him.

It hadn’t been a bad fuck. Jensen had the impression Britney was after a release as much as he had been and it had shown, neither of them wasting any time on foreplay. But as he lay there he was kind of ashamed to admit he missed the cuddling that Stella would always seek out after.

With another sigh he hauled himself out of bed, located his boxers and headed to his kitchen for some water. He drained a glass before grabbing a packet of advil, tossing 2 down and then draining another glass before he wandered back into the bedroom, dropping back down next to his sleeping guest. He turned himself onto his side, his back facing her and closed his eyes willing sleep to come for him.

****

Not wanting to be a total Douchebag, Jake at least made Britney some breakfast the next morning before he told her he really needed to get ready to work. She smiled at him, understanding totally she was being dismissed and hopped off the stool by the breakfast bar, locating her clothing. He watched her go, noticing the way her hips swayed underneath his t-shirt was nothing like as arousing as how Stella’s did, before he dropped the dishes into the sink shaking his head.

Once she was ready, Jake opened the door to the landing and she turned to face him. “Look, I know this was probably a one- time thing but…”

At that point Stella’s door opened and Jake’s eyes flicked to her over Britney’s shoulder as she stopped dead and looked at him, then the woman in front of him, before she gave a snort and a shake of her head, turning to lock her door. Jensen felt that stupid, child inside him stir and he turned to Britney shaking his head.

“No, that’s…” he said, stopping her, his voice loud enough to carry across the landing “I’d like to take you out. Do it properly next time?”

“Really?” Britney almost squealed and threw her arms round him. “That’s…yeah, I’d love that Jensen.”

“Great, I’ll call.” He smiled, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. She pulled back, pinched his cheek and then headed for the elevator

“Didn’t know Mc Donald’s dealt in brunettes.” Stella said dryly, arching an eyebrow.

Jensen shrugged and grinned “Let’s just say it was a different kinda drive through…”

Stella wrinkled her nose “That’s gross.”

Jensen snorted, and watched as she moved towards the elevator before she stopped and instead turned towards the stairs. He watched her go, and no sooner had the stairway door shut the elevator arrived.

“Bye!” Britney called, blowing him a kiss. Jensen smiled and then turned back into his apartment, shutting the door behind him, banging his head back against the wood. What the fuck had he just done? Something that was meant as a quick bang one night had suddenly morphed into him taking the girl on a date?

Could always just change your number?

No point…she knows where you live.

Move apartments?

Little dramatic, all things considered don’t you think?

Maybe you should give the girl a chance? I mean, after all, Stella’s taken one on Agent Dick Name…

Yeah. That was sensible, and she hadn’t been a bad lay after all.

With a decisive nod he pushed himself off the door and headed for the shower.

**** Chapter 4 Part 1

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen x original female character #jake jensen #the losers

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It...

Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Ch 3- Man, You Really Are As Dumb As You Look...

Part 2

Summary: Evan asks Stella on a date, Jake’s not impressed and the entire thing takes him on a little trip down memory lane…

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT via flashback in Part 2 (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

A/N:  So the smut in this chapter is way back when the pair of them were kids. Both 18 before anyone says anything, and is designed to be a truthful reflection of a fist time! We hope you enjoy it because it certainly made us giggle a lot. Thanks Tumblr for eating the first post of this...

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Please read Part 1 first…

June 1999

Jensen parked his Dad’s ford on the drive at the side of Stella’s house and climbed out, the box containing her corsage which matched his boutonniere in his hand. Taking a deep breath he headed round the back of the house and into the kitchen, not bothering to knock as usual.

Stella’s mom was in the kitchen and she looked up at him, smiling.

“Oh my goodness, Jacob Calvin Jensen…you’ve always been a handsome young man but tonight…well, you look positively dapper!” he beamed.

“Thanks Jules.” Jake felt the heat in his cheeks as he blushed at her praise. “Is Stel ready?”

“She should be, she spent almost all afternoon locked in her room with Rey.”

“Oh, ok. Has she erm…got a bag for tonight?” Jake suddenly felt his mouth go dry, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck. What the fuck was wrong with him? Stella had stayed at his loads of times before and Jules had never batted an eyelid, hell he’d stayed here plenty too and not a word had been said. But now, he was suddenly feeling nervous. But as he looked at Stella’s mom she just smiled and stepped forward towards him. She reached out to straighten the grey and silver bow tie and looked at him.

“She’s special Jake, but you already know that.”

Ok so now he wanted the fucking ground to swallow him.

“Her bag’s in the hall.” Julie stepped back, patting the lapels of his jacket. Jake gave her another smile, set the box with Stella’s corsage down on the side and headed into the hall, taking the opportunity to escape for a moment as he took it to the car, slinging it into the trunk. He headed back inside and before he had to think of anything else to say to steer the conversation away from the fact that Jules knew full well he was planning on having sex with her daughter that night, he was saved by Aubrey who waltzed into the kitchen.

“God, she’s a nervous wreck.” Aubrey mumbled, “Being a right pain in the ass. I’ve done and redone her hair about fifty times.”

She grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, completely ignoring Jensen which was fine by him, and slumped down at the kitchen table.

Julie sighed “So were you at your prom!”

“That was because I was on for Prom Queen.” Aubrey shrugged. At that Jake rolled his eyes, he couldn’t care less about all that Prom Queen shit. As far as he was concerned he had the best girl on his arm. At that point Rey’s eyes flicked to him and she gave a little smile “Well, don’t you scrub up fine?”

“Well Stella told me if I wore my soccer kit she’d kill me” he shrugged and Rey snorted before she frowned.

“Where are your glasses?”

“Contacts” Jake shrugged “Don’t wear ‘em often other than for sport but…”

“Huh.” Rey shrugged.

“Is that everything or you wanna know what colour boxer shorts I’m wearing?” Jake quipped “Can show you if you like?”

“Jacob!” Julie looked at her and he flashed her a cheeky grin.

“For your information they’re black” he winked and then raised his wrist to check his watch. It was getting a little later than he wanted it to be now, but at that point besides him Julie gave a little gasp and he raised his head to see Stella stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Jake felt his moth drop open as he looked at her. He’d seen her dressed up before but never like this. Her dress was a deep blue satin with a pleated skirt that finished just below her knee. It tapered in at the waist and the bodice was lace, high necked and sleeveless with flower applique. On her feet she wore a pair of cream coloured peep-toe pumps that were decorated with little crystals along the arch and her blond hair was pulled back off her face into an elegant knot. Those blue eyes Jake could happily lose himself in popped under a smoky brown eyeshadow and her cheeks were expertly rouged.

She looked like a modern Grace Kelly, absolutely fucking amazing.

“Hi.” He stuttered, stepping towards her.

“Hey Jakey.” She smiled, a little shyly and at that point her mum gave a cough and gestured to the door with her head. Rey rolled her eyes and stood up, following her out as Julie shut the door to give the two of them a bit of privacy.

“Stel you look stunning.” He smiled, dropping his lips to hers in a soft kiss and she beamed at him.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Jake smiled, and then suddenly remembered the box on the side “Oh, here…” he took her hand and led her after him before he picked it up and opened the top. Stella peered inside and then looked up at him.

“Petunia.” she chuckled.

“Well I know they’re your favourites.” He said, gently taking it out surprised to see his hands were shaking. “Right or left.”

“Erm left.” She said after a short deliberation, holding her hand out for him. “Less chance of me banging it.” Jake smiled and gently slipped the pearl-effect beads over her manicured fingers so that the flowers sat on her delicate wrist and she looked at it, smiling. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome babe.” He grinned and she leaned up to kiss him again. “So err, you wanna go. Your bag’s already in the car…and it’s almost 7 so…”

“Yeah, oh…Mom wanted a photo first. Your mom called her before demanding one so…”

Jake groaned “God she was crying when I left. Dad had to drag her back inside as she was waving the car away.”

Stella grinned “Well her baby’s all grown up.”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” He quipped and Stella shook her head with a laugh and headed for the door.

After Julie had gushed over the pair of them and taken what felt like enough photos to fill an entire album she pulled Stella into a hug and Jake stepped back, but not far enough as he still caught what Julie whispered to Stella.

“Your dad would be so proud of you sweetheart.”

“Mom.” Stella sniffed a little and Jake bowed his head, turning to look at Rey who was also surprisingly emotional. He flashed her a little wink and she smiled back as Stella turned to him.

“Ready?” he asked and she nodded. He took her hand and together they walked down the drive. He made sure he opened the car door for her, waiting till she adjusted her dress before shutting it and then hopped in the driver’s side.

Julie and Rey waved them off as he reversed onto the street before they pulled away.

“Oh, before I forget who did you have in the sweepstake for starting the first fight?” Jake asked as he turned left at the top of her street.

“Simon Rogers.” Stella said.

“Rogers?” Jake frowned, “Seriously?”

“Yup” she nodded “He might be small but he’s vicious. Plus Vinnie Foxborough has asked Jenny Marchant to be his date, and we all know she was dating Rogers like a month ago. It’s going off, I’m telling you.”

**** An hour or so after arriving, the Prom was in full swing. They’d done the usual posing for photos upon arrival and headed straight to grab a drink before navigating to the table their group of friends had already claimed. Stel had then headed off to go speak to a few of the girls from her hockey team whilst Jensen had stood with the captain of his soccer squad and a few of the other guys from the team. Eventually they’d worked their way back to one another as the announcements and general fuss started regarding Prom King and Queen. It came as no surprise to anyone who was named, Stacey Holbrook-popular girl number 1 and Will Brady- popular guy number 1. Jensen gave an exaggerated yawn as cheers rang out around the Sports Hall. Stella looked at him, arching an eyebrow as she sat in the chair next to him round their table, his arm slung casually over the back of her chair. He shrugged and grinned as he watched them both take to the stage, a hush fell over the room. Stacey began gushing into the mic, her words vaguely registered in Jensen’s mind as she squealed about how surprised and honoured she was…bla bla bla.

He wouldn’t have minded either, but in Jake’s eyes, she wasn’t a patch on the girl sat to his right. He moved his hand from the back of Stella’s chair, gently placing it round her shoulders and pulling her into him, pressing a kiss to her temple. She looked at him and he flashed her a wink as he reached for his soda. He took a loud gulp and sat back, and then before he could stop it a huge burp escaped his mouth. Jensen sat stock still as everyone in the hall turned in his direction, accusingly. Stella was sinking lower into her chair, trying to disappear but Jake sat up tall and spun round in his seat as if he too was searching for the culprit.

“Disgusting!” he called out loudly, shaking his head. “Whoever that was should be ashamed of themselves.”

A few titters broke out across the hall and he spotted his Football coach smirking at him as he turned back to look at Stella who had her hand slapped over her forehead.

“You’re a fucking nightmare.” She hissed at him.

“I couldn’t help it!” he whispered back. “Better out than in as my dad always says…” As it turns out that was just one of the 2 reasons Jake found himself having to talk his way out of trouble that night. The second however, Jake was pleased to report was Stella’s fault. He was stood talking a few guys from the soccer team when John Digby, their right-back and captain suddenly nudged Jake.

“What?” Jake asked, looking at him. John nodded over his shoulder and Jake turned to see Stella was in an angry exchange with the captain of the football team. A huge, hulking jock that played quarterback called Brad Kingsley.  He watched for a second, grinning as the huge guy seemed actually quite frightened of Stella who was jabbing him in his chest but then as he spotted Brad’s girlfriend stalking towards them he gave a groan. “Ahh shit. Be right back…”

“Good luck with that!” John shot after him as the team laughed “Your Misssus is fuckin’ scary…”

“Don’t I know it.” Jensen mumbled as he jogged over to where quite a crowd was gathering now, just in time to hear Stell call Brad a fucking asshole. “Hey, hey…” Jensen said gently, grabbing her arm. She turned to look at him and he instantly saw the problem. The front of her dress, over the chest area was soaked.

“He just spilt his drink all over me, and not even a fucking apology!” she seethed.

“It was an accident!” Brad said, his voice loud.

“Fuck you!” Stella snarled and Jensen took a deep breath.

“Stel, babes, come on…” he consoled her a little, and she took one final glare at Brad, before she looked at Jensen, wrenching her arm free and stalked away. He watched her go for a bit before he turned back to Brad, seeing the guy was now cracking his knuckles ominously. What he lacked in brains, which was quite a lot actually- the guy was thick as two short planks- he made up for in brawn and whilst Jensen was more than capable of holding his own in a fight, he really didn’t fancy his chances here. “Brad, look man, I don’t want any trouble…” “I can’t hit women.” Brad shrugged “But I can give you a smack for your girl’s mouth…”

“Come on…you know what they’re like.” Jensen shrugged “Plus its shark week so….hormones…” he smoothed out the bigger man’s jacket before both his hands rest on his upper biceps, slapping them gently before he let go. “She rides the red river and it turns her into a fucking ogre. You wouldn’t really wanna hold that against me would you bro?”

“Suppose not.” Brad mumbled.

“Cheers pal, I owe you.” Jensen slapped his back as he made a hasty retreat, letting the air out of his lungs as he walked.

Thankfully, the rest of the evening passed with little to no drama and Jensen actually found it to be quite enjoyable. For the first time it dawned on him that this, well this really did signal the end of high-school and in 3 months, just over 12 weeks or so, he and Stella would be off to Norwich to start the ROTC for 4 years. He was looking forward to it- living away from home, the fun of College life whilst training with the Army and most of all having his best friend and girl by his side. Buoyed by the sudden feel good factor, he dragged Stella off to dance with their friends and the pair of them grinned when about 4 songs in the opening bars of Journey “Don’t Stop Believing” hit their ears and everyone on the dance floor gave a loud shriek.

“Well what do you know, they’re playing our song.” Jake grinned as he pulled Stella towards him.

“It’s odds on they’d play this.” She rolled her eyes, grinning as he began to sing in a stupid voice, twirling her around. She watched him as he ran through his usual dance moves to the song…pointing at everyone when he sang the word strangers, arching his hand upwards a little over his head like a rainbow to the word boulevard. By the time the song hit its crescendo their entire group of friends had joined in and Stella shook her head at him as he gave her a wink.

“You’re an idiot…” she said as the song finished and morphed into something by the Backstreet Boys that Jensen couldn’t remember the name of.

“But I’m your idiot, doll.” He grinned and she gave a laugh cocking her head to one side, her arms sliding up round his neck.

“Yeah, yeah you are…”

At that point they were both shoved violently to the side, Jensen grabbing Stella to stop her falling. He spun round, immediately ready to give whoever it was a warning to be careful when his eyes fell on Simon Rogers and Vinnie Foxborough who were both going hell for leather in the middle of the floor, fists flying as people rushed into separate them. With a  groan Jensen turned to Stella who was stood there, the rest of their friends also hanging their heads as she held her hand out, palm up. “Pay up, losers!” she grinned, and Jake snorted as Sally, Ewan, Brady, Mackenzie and Danny all reached into their purses or wallets and slapped five bucks into her hand each. She looked at Jake and he frowned.

“I’m not paying you.” He shook his head.

“Stop being a whiney bitch JJ.” She grinned and he shook his head again.

“I’ll buy you a Big Mac meal on the way home instead.”

Stella looked at him, considering his offer before she grinned “You do know that’s gonna cost you more than five bucks, right?”

Jake shrugged “You’re worth it.”

“Gee, thanks” she snorted.

“What can I say, I’m a romantic…and speaking of which…” he moved closer to her, dropping his head down so his lips were by her ears. “Wanna get out of here? Mom and Dad are out tonight so we can have the place to ourselves for a few hours before they get home.”

Stella turned her head to look at him, and he noticed that her cheeks had flushed a little and she bit her lip shyly before she nodded.

“Yeah, ok.”

Jake smiled, taking a deep breath before he pressed his lips to hers. They made their excuses to their friends, promising to catch up with them all soon and then the two of them made their way hand in hand off the floor, weaving in between people as they headed for the exit.

**** “I think my personal favourite bit was when you called the captain of the football team an asshole.” Jake said as he grabbed Stella’s bag from the trunk of his dad’s car “Good times.” “He deserved it.” She narrowed her eyes.

“And I supposed I deserved the punch he was going to give me for you being a mouthy brat.” Jensen looked at her as she shrugged, grinning.

“Yeah, how did you talk you way out of it anyway?” she asked, taking his hand as they walked down the drive towards the front door.

“Told him it was shark week.” Jake shrugged and Stella stopped dead.

“You did what?”

“You heard me, I blamed your little meltdown on hormones.”

“You are such an asshole!” Stella grit out through her teeth and Jake laughed, turning to face her.

"It was that or he punched me in the mouth, and let’s face it gorgeous, this-."  he waved his hand in a circle round his face, finger pointing towards it"-is too good to ruin"

She looked at him, shaking her head and snorting as he dropped a kiss to her cheek and opened the door. The house was dark and empty as he let Stella in first, where she dropped her shoes which she was carrying in her hand to the floor as Jake followed her into the hall, dumping her bag.

“You want a drink?” Jake asked and Stella turned to him, nodding.

“Yeah”

“A proper one?”

“Dur.”

Jake grinned and he led her down the hall and into the little den where his dad kept the good stuff.  He tossed his jacket over the back of the arm chair, shrugging off his waistcoat and depositing that in the same place. Rolling his shirt sleeves up to get more comfortable, he yanked open the liquor cabinet and blinked when he saw the post it stuck on the front of the bottle of vodka. It was his dad’s handwriting and with a snort he pulled it off and handed it to Stella.

“Don’t even think about it…” she read with a laugh “Fuck he knows us so well.”

“Like he never did it.” Jake grumbled, shoving the bottle back. He stood up and made his way through to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge “Oh come on dad!” he groaned as he saw another note stuck to the beer. He read it and gave a shrug “ok, so apparently this is fine…”

He pulled two out, popped the lids and handed one to Stella. She took a huge pull and let out a groan.

“Not being able to legally drink until 21 sucks “she grumbled, “I mean how can we be old enough to join the army but not consume alcohol?”

“Maybe we should move to Europe babe.” He said as they both dropped onto the sofa. Stella snorted and then sighed.

“We may end up doing.” She tapped her finger nails against the bottle “I mean, who knows where we’re gonna end up.” “Yeah, well we got years to think about that.” Jensen shrugged as he reached for the remote to turn the TV on but stopped abruptly as Stella grabbed his wrist.

“Seriously, the house is ours…and you brought me home early to watch TV?”

“No, I was…just…” he trailed off as she took the bottle off him, placed it on the table and then hitched her dress up slightly so she could straddle him. Jensen swallowed a little as her hands gently copped his face and she kissed him. For reasons which he couldn’t even place himself, because damned they’d done a lot more than simply make out, he was nervous and it showed clearly as Stella pulled back, frowning a little.

“What’s wrong?”

Jake looked at her, blinking in the dim light of the room and shook his head, jerking himself to his senses “Nothing, nothing at all.”

In a flash his lips were back on hers, his arms round her back as he held her close, his tongue snaking into her mouth, tanging with hers. As the kissing grew in intensity, he could feel himself growing aroused and clearly Stel could do as she rotated her hips slightly, grinding down against him and he gave a hiss. His hands moved to the side of her thighs, pushing up her skirt even further, fingers trailing against her skin and she moaned as he gripped her ass, giving a little squeeze. With an easy movement, Jake stood and turned them so she was under him on the couch. His lips moved to her jaw and he trailed hot kisses down her neck to the top of her dress, focussing on that spot on her neck he’d found the first time they’d made out, enjoying the little whimpers she made right by his ear. His hands crept back up her skirt, settling on her hips as her arms wrapped around him, dancing over the top of his shirt. His lips moved back to her mouth and he kissed her again, pushing down against her and Stella gave a soft keen of delight at the contact.  

“Fuck, I love you Stel.” He muttered against her mouth.

“Love you too Jakey.” Her voice was punctuated by a gasp and he pulled back to look at her, her eyes shining.

“Stel, I know…I haven’t asked you if you wanna…you know…” he stumbled over his words and she smiled softly, and cut him off.

“I do.”  She assured him before she pushed her head upwards, lips crashing onto his and her hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it free of his pants. His back muscles twitched as her hands danced over his skin, the sensation of her gently dragging her nails across the base of his spine sent a spike of desire, like a red hot poker through his entire body and he let out a groan.

“Can we go upstairs?” he asked softly.

“Yeah…” she nodded.

Wordlessly he stood up, shifting his pants slightly which were fucking uncomfortable thanks to his now painful erection and grabbing their beers in one hand, he held his other out and pulled her to her feet. He led her out into the hall, up the stairs and across the landing into his room, kicking the door shut with his foot.

He flicked on the lamp on his nightstand, his eyes glancing at the photo of the two of them taken after one of his soccer matches where his cheeks were red and his face was sweaty from the exertion of the game. He loved that snap, it was the final match of the season where they had won the league and the day he’d first told her he’d loved her. Her face had lit up as she’d whispered it back to him, before he’d made it past second base that evening on the chair in a dark corner of the garden, their families milling around elsewhere, completely oblivious.

He set the bottles of beer down and turned to look back at her. She was stood, watching him, biting her lip out of nervous anticipation and suddenly a wave apprehension crashed over him as he started to realise that this was going to happen. The thought of losing his virginity to Stel had never worried him before, hell, they’d done pretty much everything else bar hit the home run to so speak, but for some reason now it seemed like a big deal. He swallowed a little, his mind flicking back to the conversation he’d had with his sister a few days ago. Whilst he and his dad were close- condom conversation proving that- there were something he just didn’t want to ask his old man about, and how to make Stel feel good when he popped her cherry so to speak was one of them. So he’d approached Jane, who for once hadn’t ripped him to shit. She’d told him the first time was gonna be awkward as hell, so he needed to be gentle, get her off in some way before he poked her (Jane’s words, not his) and most importantly he had to make sure she was ready to do it.

Licking his lips he walked back towards her and she stepped closer to him, her eyes locking onto his as his hands fell to her hips and he kissed her again, before his fingers skated up the back of her dress and he found the zipper. With a deep breath, Jensen slid the zipper down her dress causing it to fall forward slightly and he got a glimpse of her breasts, which he had yet to actually see come to think of it, and here they were, clad in a lacy, strapless black bra. He held onto his shoulders and he glanced down, watching her as she stepped out of it, kicking it to the side.

“God you’re beautiful.” He stuttered out and Stella giggled nervously before he kissed her again and pivoted them so he could lay her out on her back on his bed. He crawled up next to her, laying on his side as she tipped her head and he kissed her again, his right hand sliding up and cupping her breast over her bra. Stella arched her back a little and Jensen’s groan caught in his throat as he slid his hand down her bare stomach and gently slipped it into her panties, over her soft curls and felt her slick against his fingers. He started to play with her, the way he’d found out she’d liked and his face watched hers intently as she bit her lip, her eyes falling shut in pleasure. Before long her hips started to move against his hand and he gently moved his wrist, inserting 2 fingers inside her. Her body reacted the way he’d seen before and encouraged he continued his movements. Her hand moved up to grab at his hair, pulling him down to kiss him and before long she was crying out, her hand wrapping around his wrist as her walls fluttered around his fingers as she came.

Jensen was actively now trying not to blow his load in his pants as he watched his girl ride out her orgasm. His eyes squinted slightly as he pressed his forehead to hers, the sticky fingers from her core resting on her hip. After a moment or two that same hand moved up her side and under her back, his eyes closed as he reached her bra.

His fingers paused on the clasp and he looked at her, remembering his sisters words and he kissed her again, his head pressing against hers.

“Please tell me you want this” he said, his voice a nervous plea.

“Yeah, yeah I do…” she nodded.

“Good, me too…ok...that’s good” he smiled against her lips as his fingers moved to her clasp. He’d read there was a technique to flicking it open with a snap of your thumb and finger, but right now that really wasn’t’ happening. Shifting slightly he slid his other arm underneath her as she moved her shoulders slightly to allow him to get both hands on it, but he was still struggling, his fingers slipping against the clasp.

“Stell.” He whispered and she looked at him.

“What?”

“I'm nervous” he lightly chuckled. She smiled, and bit her lip.

“Me too.” She sat up, “Here…” her arms moved behind her and she undid her bra, tossing it to the side as it fell forward. Jake watched, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, giving an involuntary gasp almost as he saw her bare breasts for the first time.

Her fingers gently undid the buttons on his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders and Jensen gently slid down, taking her lace panties with him before he stood up, dispensing of the rest of his clothes, his eyes roving over her bare form as she lay on the bed, watching him. Fuck, the sight of her laying there completely naked was sending him into overdrive so as quickly as he could he moved and reached into the drawer on his night stand for the box of condoms he’d bought especially. His fingers slipped a little as he tore the foil packet open, his hand shaking as he knelt on the bed between her legs, rolling it down over his shaft. It was awkward, and he was starting to get a little bit het up when Stella put a hand over his and he glanced up at her knowing full well she could read him, she always could. She guided his hand down and once he was sheathed he moved, his hands either side of her shoulders as he positioned himself.

With as gently a movement as he could, he worked his way gently into her letting out a loud groan, and her breath hitched a little. The sensation of being buried in her for the first time washed over him, her tight warmth hugging his cock and his arms gave way causing him to drop to his elbows. Luckily he caught himself in time, and he shifted a little to support his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her.

“You ok?” she asked softly. Every muscle in his body was tense and she could clearly feel it as he lay over her.

“Yeah.” He panted. “You?” “I’m good…” there was a little pause and she placed her hand on the bottom of his back, applying a little pressure with her palm, almost as if she was trying to pull him towards her "Jakey, you gotta move, please baby..."

So he did. He started thrusting. Slowly at first, picking up the pace a little as he gained confidence. Her hands slipped up his back and came to rest as her arms hooked under his, palms flat on the back of his shoulders.

Jensen watched her carefully as he continued his movements, his eyes locked onto hers. She looked straight back at him as her body gently moved with each thrust he made. He leaned down to kiss her, and it's was a little sloppy because his brain and body were that awash with this absolute new sensation of pleasure that he was struggling to function or focus on much at the moment. He broke the kiss, dropping his forehead to hers, his mouth slack as the heat tightened in his belly and he knew it wasn’t going to be long before he came.

"Stel, I'm not...I'm not gonna..." he started to explain, almost apologies even but she cut him off.

"It's ok,..." she nudged his nose with hers "Let me see you..."

He raised his head and she looked straight at him, and with a few more little thrusts he was gone, tipping over the edge with a little grunt and a cry of her name. As the surge of pleasure washed over him he pitched forward, burying his face into her neck, breathing deeply as the world span around him, the blood pounding in his ears was almost deafening.

Stella’s hands gently slid up his back, scratching at that spot on the nape of his neck, softly tangling in his hair.

"You ok, did I hurt you?" he asked, tilting his head to look at her.

"You'd never hurt me Jake."

“You’d never hurt me Jake…”

Those words echoed round Jensen’s brain and with a groan he rolled onto his back as sleep persistently evaded him. That was one trip down memory lane he hadn’t needed, more so because the words were fucking bullshit. He had hurt her, the one thing he'd always sworn never to do. That night, their first time had been perfect, and whilst it had been awkward as hell and he’d lasted all of 5 minutes, it had been special because they’d loved one another.

Jensen turned his head to see Britney, the dark haired friend of the nurse he’d met in the bar the other night sleeping, next to him and he lay back with his eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling. Seeing Stella before had riled him enough to call the woman and pick her up from work after her shift ended at midnight. A bottle of wine and few shots of tequila later their clothes had ended up strewn all over his apartment and, well, here she was, fast asleep next to him.

It hadn’t been a bad fuck. Jensen had the impression Britney was after a release as much as he had been and it had shown, neither of them wasting any time on foreplay. But as he lay there he was kind of ashamed to admit he missed the cuddling that Stella would always seek out after.

With another sigh he hauled himself out of bed, located his boxers and headed to his kitchen for some water. He drained a glass before grabbing a packet of advil, tossing 2 down and then draining another glass before he wandered back into the bedroom, dropping back down next to his sleeping guest. He turned himself onto his side, his back facing her and closed his eyes willing sleep to come for him.

****

Not wanting to be a total Douchebag, Jake at least made Britney some breakfast the next morning before he told her he really needed to get ready to work. She smiled at him, understanding totally she was being dismissed and hopped off the stool by the breakfast bar, locating her clothing. He watched her go, noticing the way her hips swayed underneath his t-shirt was nothing like as arousing as how Stella’s did, before he dropped the dishes into the sink shaking his head.

Once she was ready, Jake opened the door to the landing and she turned to face him. “Look, I know this was probably a one- time thing but…”

At that point Stella’s door opened and Jake’s eyes flicked to her over Britney’s shoulder as she stopped dead and looked at him, then the woman in front of him, before she gave a snort and a shake of her head, turning to lock her door. Jensen felt that stupid, child inside him stir and he turned to Britney shaking his head.

“No, that’s…” he said, stopping her, his voice loud enough to carry across the landing “I’d like to take you out. Do it properly next time?”

“Really?” Britney almost squealed and threw her arms round him. “That’s…yeah, I’d love that Jensen.”

“Great, I’ll call.” He smiled, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. She pulled back, pinched his cheek and then headed for the elevator

“Didn’t know Mc Donald’s dealt in brunettes.” Stella said dryly, arching an eyebrow.

Jensen shrugged and grinned “Let’s just say it was a different kinda drive through…”

Stella wrinkled her nose “That’s gross.”

Jensen snorted, and watched as she moved towards the elevator before she stopped and instead turned towards the stairs. He watched her go, and no sooner had the stairway door shut the elevator arrived.

“Bye!” Britney called, blowing him a kiss. Jensen smiled and then turned back into his apartment, shutting the door behind him, banging his head back against the wood. What the fuck had he just done? Something that was meant as a quick bang one night had suddenly morphed into him taking the girl on a date?

Could always just change your number?

No point…she knows where you live.

Move apartments?

Little dramatic, all things considered don’t you think?

Maybe you should give the girl a chance? I mean, after all, Stella’s taken one on Agent Dick Name…

Yeah. That was sensible, and she hadn’t been a bad lay after all.

With a decisive nod he pushed himself off the door and headed for the shower.

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen #jake jensen x ofc #the losers #the losers fan fic

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desert secrets: pt 2

A continuation of desert secrets, written with it originally but I decided not to post it with pt 1 because it seemed like it toed the line in how realistic it would be, but I’m gonna post it now anyways. Take it as you will.

warnings: all smut

***

She leads him by the hand to the tent entrance, grateful to past MJ for already setting out the sleeping bag and oversized blanket. Tossing her phone on the ground, she watches Grayson do the same to his flashlight as she plops rather ungracefully to the canvas floor and kicks off her shoes. Once she had the lantern turned on, illuminating the confined space of the tent in bright, artificial light, she grabs his forearm to drag him down with her. They share a heated look before he lays her back and meets her lips with his once again.

MJ moans softly and wraps one arm around his neck, the other around his back as they settle on the sleeping bag, her on her back and him on his side. One of his legs slips between hers and his left arm pillows the back of her head while his right hand makes broad strokes over her waist, up to brush the side of her breast, and back down to squeeze her ass. This earns him another sweet moan even as his tongue plunders her mouth with expert ease. She doesn't want to think about how much practice the kid has probably had in his not-so-distant earlier years.

Unfortunately, she’s thinking about it now, and a surge of irrational jealousy and possessiveness charges through her. She hitches the leg laying atop his higher up his hip and grinds down on the erection she hadn't even noticed until this moment. Grayson huffs out breathlessly at the contact, and she grins against his lips, emboldened by the effect she has on him. That ‘fuck it’ thought comes over her — quite literally — and, again, she chooses to follow it instinctively.

“Can we have sex?” she whispers, slipping her hand under his shirt and dragging her long, manicured nails down the smooth skin of his back, rubbing her center against the hard ridge of him once again. MJ takes full responsibility for the fact that she’s so intentionally manipulating his horny, 20 year-old man hormones, but she thinks if she doesn’t have him, she’s going to explode — and not in the way she wants to.

He looks at her, shock written clearly on his face. The fact that he seems to genuinely not have expected to fuck, even while she’s rocking steadily on his dick, endears him to her even more now.

“Y-yeah. Are you sure?” he asks, aiding her motions with the hand resting on her ass. The layers between them are thin, and she smiles when his eyes flutter as his hand makes the heat of her pussy even more palpable against him.

MJ nods. “I’ve got condoms in my bag.” Grayson opens his eyes and looks at her amusedly. She laughs, pinching his side playfully. “Don’t judge. A girl should always be prepared.”

“Hey, I’m not judging. In fact, I’m pretty damn thankful,” he says with a grin. She watches him like a hawk as he sits up and — she can practically hear the angels singing — lifts his t-shirt up and over his head.

“Dude, what is your body? I look like an actual marshmallow next to you,” she marvels incredulously. She works hard at the gym and in the kitchen so she knows she isn’t necessarily flabby by any means, but she definitely has some natural hips, tits, and ass, as well as the thighs that come with them. Still, she’s no Kardashian or anything, while he’s serving all the Chris Evans/Captain America vibes.

Grayson scoffs and drags his hoodie over her head before toying with the hem of her tank, eyeing her questioningly. She lifts her arms in answer and he smirks. “Not unless ‘marshmallow’ also means ‘in-shape, slim-thick baddie,’” he says before peeling away the thin fabric.

Her cheeks flush at his compliment, and it gives her the confidence to wiggle out of her strappy sports bra right then as well, hoping she doesn’t look too ridiculous struggling out of the tight, confining material. Luckily, her movements must cause her tits to jiggle in just the right way, because Grayson is already groaning at the sight by the time she tosses the garment across the tent.

“So, next secret about me,” he offers, cupping one of the pliable mounds in his warm hand and brushing her rosy nipple lightly with his thumb, “I’m 100% a boob man.”

MJ grins and threads her fingers through the back of his hair, guiding his mouth to her chest. She moans softly when his lips suction around the erect bud while his other hand massages the opposite breast, her supple flesh spilling out between his thick, calloused fingers. “So you’re saying they could be any old tits and you’d be happy?”

Grayson hums and shakes his head, releasing her with a small pop. “I’m saying you have amazing tits,” he corrects, trailing his tongue to her other nipple. “Soft and round…” he flicks his tongue lightly over it, and her eyes nearly roll back at the sensation. “Perky…” he contrasts the barely-there touch of his tongue with a harsh suck, causing her to arch off the sleeping bag. “34D?”

MJ lets out a breathless little laugh. “Yes, actually. That’s kind of gross,” she remarks, tugging on his hair.

Grayson laughs too and raises his head to devour her in a deep kiss. MJ sighs and wraps her arms around him as he continues to squeeze and massage her tits tenderly. She lifts her hips in an effort to make contact with his again, and Grayson thankfully takes her cues at once. He lowers himself to his forearms, grinding into her deliciously, but with their skin still separated by the pesky clothing covering their bottom halves.

She pushes back on his solid chest, a string of their mixed saliva snapping between their lips as he hovers over her. She admires his beautiful flushed face, his heaving abdomen, and the large erection that’s not hidden in the slightest by his red athletic shorts.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, amazed that she’s somehow got this sculpture-worthy man all to herself. “Get naked, please.”

He grins widely at her and obeys without hesitation. MJ shucks her own shorts and soaked panties, grateful for the fact that she had just gotten fully waxed only a couple of days ago. As she watches him strip, she can’t stop her hand from trailing down to her pussy, tracing her embarrassingly wet folds delicately. She definitely shouldn't be this aroused just from some heavy petting and amazing kisses; the realization hits that he hasn't even touched her clit yet, and the anticipation in her pussy for him to actually get his hands on her becomes ten-fold.

Grayson watches her with dark eyes and growls at the sight before him. She had shoved her free arm under her pillow, which enunciates the amazing curves of her hourglass figure. Her slim fingers lightly trace her smooth pussy, teasing herself gently. MJ knows he can see how wet she is even as he kicks off his shoes and socks and drags his shorts down his tattooed legs, desperate to feel her heat around him. When he drops to his knees with a groan, MJ eyes his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs that still cover his bottom half with disdain.

“Hey,” she pouts at him, breath hitching when his hands trail down her inner thighs to spread her open wider and make room for himself. She swallows hard, her skin tingling and pussy flooding even more at his touch. “Underwear. Off.”

“In a minute,” he mutters, his hand dipping between her legs experimentally, watching her face for clues of what she likes. “I need to touch you.”

MJ immediately squeaks and clutches at the blanket by her side, waiting not-so-patiently for him to light upon her clit or slip a thick finger inside her. “Grayson, please…”

At her begging, she gets the latter. Her back arches and a satisfied moan leaves her lips when he pumps it in and out slowly, her breath hitching in her chest. “More,” she instructs on a whimper, dragging him to her for a kiss.

He follows the pressure of her hand on the back of his neck, but right before he meets her lips with his, Grayson diverts his mouth directly to her ear. “I didn't hear a ‘please’ there, MJ.”

His hot breath sends delicious shivers down her spine that meet with those created by his finger, and she shudders, grinning. “More, please,” she corrects, looking him in the eye with a seductive smile. He returns it as he adds another finger to her center and presses his thumb to her clit as well. “Fuck, yes, Grayson.”

“You like that?” he murmurs hotly. She can’t look away from him, watching him watch her face contort beautifully under his ministrations. He groans himself and drops wet, open-mouthed kisses on her collar bone, working them up her neck to sink his teeth into the delicate pulse point there. His voice vibrates against her sensitive skin when he speaks again. “You wish it was my dick fucking your sweet little pussy?”

MJ whines her affirmation and grips the muscular forearm that supports him as he brings her closer and closer to the precipice of what promises to be an amazing orgasm. She can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed by the sloppy wet sounds coming from her pussy. Grayson smirks and, sensing how close she is, presses more firmly on her clit and curls his fingers inside her.

Immediately she arches off the ground with a high-pitched squeal as she cums harder than she has in a really, really long time. “Gray-son,” she sighs, her eyes closed as she rides out the waves, her hips jerking a little in time with the aftershocks. “Shit…”

“Do you want another one?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he withdraws his two fingers from inside her and instead used them to rub tight, quick circles over her swollen clit.

She has no idea how, considering how sensitive and satisfied she is from the first one, but somehow he is indeed already drawing another orgasm out of her. Words and sounds are non-existent as her mouth gapes open in sheer pleasure until she cums again, a guttural groan finally escaping her and filling the tent. She had no idea it’s possible to feel so overwhelmingly good, especially from a man; for the first time that she can remember, the vibrator in her underwear drawer at home is being given a run for its money.

“Okay, okay, I can’t!” she whines, grasping his wrist to stop his movements, unable to bear the sensation anymore. “Holy fucking shit.”

Grayson can’t resist trailing his fingers through her dripping slit as he pulls them out of her, and sucking them into his mouth, moaning wantonly at her taste. MJ watches him with heavy eyes and fights through the fatigue to surge up and suck his tongue into her mouth. They make out for a few minutes, letting her sensitivity fade some while still letting hands and lips roam all over each other, exploring new territory everywhere they go.

“Condoms are in the inside pocket of my backpack,” she eventually whispers into his ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth. “And get those boxers off, now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he jokes, crawling to the corner of the tent where her backpack is and digging through the pockets until he finds the strip of foil squares.

He shucks his underwear as instructed and MJ has to bite back a moan at the sight of his last concealed body part, standing tall and hard between his tattooed thighs. She’s as pleased as she has been with the rest of him, to say the least.

“Let me,” she insists, reaching for the single square he had separated from the pack. Grayson obliges and sucks in a breath, releasing it on a masculine groan when her hand closes around his thick length and pumps him a few times reverently. As much as she would love to make him fall apart with her hand or mouth, she’s too selfish to wait for him to recover enough to fuck her. And she wants him to fuck her, desperately; she needs him to fuck her.

She rips open the prophylactic and rolls it down his dick, bringing him down for a deep kiss as he settles between her legs. Their hips grind together a few times, drawing deep moans out of both of them.

“Can I tell you one more secret?” she whispers after a few moments, pulling back just enough so that her lips still move against his.

“Of course,” he replies, grinning and nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

MJ bites her lip, those earlier insecurities creeping back up just enough to make her feel like she needs to voice them. The weight of everything comes crashing down on her, and she takes a moment to gather herself as best she can with both of their brains lust-fogged and ready to go.

“I just want you to know that I’ve never really done this before,” she says finally. She can’t hold back a bark of laughter at his abashed face, only realizing now how that sounds. “Not like that. I mean, I’ve never had sex on the first date, or whatever this is tonight. I don’t think I’ve even had a one-night stand, actually. I just don’t want you to think…bad of me, I guess. Or think that I have sex with random boys in the desert all the time. Or ever. Not that that would be a bad —”

Grayson sighs with relief and shakes his head with a little smile, tracing his index finger over her lips to cut off rambling. MJ blushes and stares up at him sheepishly. “Sorry.”

His eyes are soft and reassuring. “You just threw me off there for a second. But I’m not judging you either way, MJ, that’s the last thing on my mind. I thought I told you this wasn’t a game to me, right? You want this, I want this, and it feels right.”

MJ smiles happily and nods, then kisses him again. “In that case,” she says, reaching between them to line him up with her center, “can you fuck me now?”

The lighthearted chuckle he’s about to let out turns into a rough moan at the feel of the head of his dick slipping between the warm wetness of her pussy lips. It draws him in like a siren’s call, and he pushes his hips forward slowly, letting her stretch around him with only a little discomfort due to his steady, experienced movements.

“Oh fuck,” he whispers, once he’s fully seated within her.

“Mmm,” she hums in agreement, relishing in the sensation of being filled so completely. She takes a moment to let them both adjust to him being inside her before planting her feet on the ground and raising her pelvis in an attempt to get him to move. He moans and follows her canting hips right away. As soon as MJ feels his body respond, she continues to rock her hips to meet his steady thrusts, making her body sing as they work together in a synchronous rhythm.

“Grayson!” she cries when he hooks her knees over the crooks of his elbows and changes the angle. She grasps at his bulging biceps and he quickens the pace, leaving her unable to keep up with the deliciously unrelenting snap of his hips.

He growls and flits his heated gaze back and forth between her rosy face and bouncing tits. “So fucking hot, MJ,” he groans, dipping his head to suckle at the junction of her neck and shoulder, reaching even deeper inside of her; she can’t bring herself to care that he’ll definitely leave a mark. “Pussy’s so wet and tight.”

The combined sounds of her girlish moans, his heavy huffs of breath, and the slick noises of their bodies coming together fills the confined space of the tent, amplifying her pleasure that much more. Her nails, long but somewhat blunt from her manicure, move to scratch across his back and drag down his serratus, making him visibly shiver.

As good as this is, her mind and body scream for more, more, more. She finds her voice somehow, moving one hand to his cheek and slipping her thumb between his lips. Grayson moans and sucks the digit into his mouth, making her pussy throb.

“I want you from behind… please,” she makes sure to tack on at the end.

“Yes,” he agrees immediately with a growl, pulling out of her long enough for her to flip over onto her elbows and knees. She feels weirdly empty without him, even for the brief moment.

When he pushes back into her, MJ’s eyes roll back in her head, and her cheek drops to her forearms. From the spot his dick hit the moment he’s inside her in this position, she knows somehow that this boy is going to make her come for a third time tonight. Any and all inhibition is lost then.

Her hands find purchase with a tight grip in the sleeping bag, and she arches her back as deep as she can as his hips slam against her ass over and over again. His tongue licks a seductive trail up her spine while one hand toys with her breast roughly, the other gripping her shoulder for leverage.

“Gonna blow your back out, baby,” he promises directly into her ear, his voice dripping with lust and confidence and drawing raspy, breathless moans from her lips.

“Ohhh, fuck! Harder, harder…” she whines, her jaw slack. Grayson doesn’t argue about her lack of begging as he grabs her long, loosened ponytail and wraps it around his wrist, sucking another deep red mark into her shoulder while he pounds into her.

Normally by now she would drop a hand down to rub herself, but she likes it rough like this so much that she doesn’t need any stimulation on her clit; if she had any brainpower left in her, she would have thought to reach between them to play with his balls instead, but the pleasure clouding her brain is simply too much.

“Like that?” he asks brokenly into her hair as he tugs hard enough on the thick, dark brown strands to lift her head back and give him access to kiss her sloppily. They’re both losing control fast.

The added intimacy of his lips on hers was all she really needs, and she feels her swollen walls tighten around his dick. “Oh my god, Grayson…I’m gonna cum,” she sobs, falling over the edge the next moment. It’s so intense, she can’t support her weight as her legs shake uncontrollably from the force of her orgasm. She slips down on the slick material of the sleeping bag as Grayson continues to fuck her down into the ground, her hips digging into the hard surface with the force of his thrusts, but it’s nearly imperceptible to her.

The grunts and curses he’s huffing breathlessly into her ear let her know he’s close, too. Sure enough, it’s only moments later until he’s groaning, “Yes, MJ… fuck!”

MJ feels him swell almost imperceptibly inside her before he explodes, rocking his hips into her in time with the spurts of his cum and a long, drawn out moan of relief escaping his full lips. It’s by far the sexiest sound she’s ever heard.

When he’s done, he pulls out and rolls off of her with a sigh, taking care to not crush her with his weight. As he pulls the condom off and ties it, MJ grabs the blanket and throws it over the two of them, snuggling into his outstretched arms.

There’s comfortable silence as they both catch their breath before he breaks it with a laugh. “Holy fuck,” he says incredulously, shaking his head and pressing his lips to her sweaty hair in a brief kiss. “That might have been the best sex of my life.”

MJ flushes even more than she already is. “Of your life? I’m four years older than you and I’ve never had a guy make me come more than once, but you did it three times,” she counters. She can practically see his ego swell before her, and she smiles as he tips her chin up so he can kiss her lips lightly. “So, ah, did we fuck the magic out of the night?”

Grayson looks down at her like she’s absolutely crazy. “Hell no. In fact…” he smirks and turns on his side, propping his head up with his elbow and tracing the features of her face with the fingers of his other hand. “Wanna know one more secret?”

She nods, transfixed by the shade of green his eyes have turned post-coitus.

“I don’t know that you'll be able to get rid of me any time soon, Makenna Jean,” he admits quietly, dropping a kiss to her nose.

MJ grins back at him, his touch lulling her into an even deeper state of serenity. “Good thing I wasn't planning on it, Grayson…something.”

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan oc #grayson mj

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Little Ray of Sunshine (17)

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Summary: You’re a PA on the set of Infinity War, best friends with Scarlet and Lizzie. But when someone reveals feelings for you, everything changes.

Sebastian Stan x Reader; Chris Evans x Reader; Scar Jo x reader; Lizzie Olsen x Reader

Words: 816

Warnings: swearing; smut; oral sex (male receiving); fluff

A/N: This story’s plot is fully dedicated to the beautiful @mrs-meghan-winchester ! Hope it’s everything you wanted ;) TAG LIST IS OPEN! Also, thank you to my good friend @parkerrogersgirl for proofreading.

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Kneeling in front of Sebastian was intimidating but also invigorating. His blue eyes locked with mine as a smirk crawled onto his lips. “You look lost, kitten.”

I shrug, smirking. “First time I’ve been this low.”

He chuckles. “Hopefully not the last.”

“Seb.” My face close enough to the tent in his underwear to feel my breath.

A shiver travels down his spine, the goosebumps on his body evident. “Yes, love.”

“What should I do?”

He runs a hand through my worn ponytail. “Just don’t bite me.”

I laugh, dropping my eyes to the floor. “I don’t know if you’re serious or not.”

“Don’t look away, baby. I wanna see you.” My face turns red and he smiles, the love in his eyes turning them a periwinkle blue. “I’m serious.”

I nod, starting to drop my head but he tugs on my ponytail. A moan escapes my throat and he catches a breath. “Do that again.”

He laughs. “Maybe we’re not so innocent as we let on, are we kitten?”

I shake my head, chewing my cheek. “You’ve awakened something in me.”

“Jesus.” His voice drops to a growl. “God, you’re perfect. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too. But if we’re gonna do this, we should do it before Joe or Anthony comes looking for you.”

He laughs. “I’m sorry, I forgot where we were. I got lost in your eyes.”

I snort. “Right. God, you are such a dork.”

He bends low enough to kiss the top of my head. “But I’m your dork.” He rubs his hands together. “Right, now suck my dick.”

“No beating around the bush, eh?”

“No, I shaved this morning.” My face must’ve flushed to a deep red by Sebastian’s facial expression. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to hurt me and I’ll be damned before I hurt you.”

I slide down his Calvin Kleins and my eyes widen at his length, taking a deep breath. “What do I do?”

He licks his lips. “Think of it as a lollipop. A lollipop attached to your boyfriend.”

I smirk up at him as I lick the tip, and he groans. I make a mental note that that was a good reaction, so I continue to lick around the head before looking up at him.

“Just suck it, baby. Like a popsicle.”

I nod, looking up at him as I wrap my mouth around his length, hollowing out my cheeks as I move my mouth back and forth. “Rub it a little, (Y/N),” he says, closing his eyes as he tilts his head back.

I start rubbing the base as you continue sucking him. I start a rhythm with my hand and my mouth, maintaining a consistent speed.

Sebastian moans, staring down at me, “I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep that up, baby.”

I smirk up at him as I start rubbing faster and he puts his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my mouth a few times and he quickly pulls out, cumming onto his chest. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”

I shake my head, stand to my feet and grab a towel from behind me. “Tell me, Sebastian, was that lesson number three?”

He smirks, wiping down his shirt before stripping it. “I really wanted to teach you it somewhere other than my trailer.”

I shrug. “I’m just happy you taught me anything.” I kiss his cheek. “You coming to my place tonight?”

He smiles. “I was thinking-”

“That’s dangerous.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. We spend a lot of time at each others’ apartments.”

I nod. “Mhmm.” I was digging around in my purse trying to find my perfume. “Where are going with this?”

With a sigh, he turns me in his arms. “What if we only had one place to go to?”

“What?”

He huffs, running a hand through his hair. “I have a surprise for you.”

“God, it’s not another lesson, is it? Because I’m tired.”

He snorts. “No.” Turning to open a cupboard beside him, he pulls out a small box.

He better not be proposing.

Handing me the small black box, I pop it open to find a little silver key. “A key?”

He nods, his eyes shining brightly. “To my apartment.”

At first, I’m confused. “What?” Then it hits me and I feel my heart pick up speed. “A key? As in-”

“As in I want you to move in with me.” His smile grew wide as he took the words out of my mouth.

“Really?” I grasp the key in my palms as I hug him close.

He nods. “I love you and want to spend every moment of every day with you.”

I laugh. “Seb, we already see each other for multiple hours at a time.”

“If I could use all the hours in a day, it still wouldn’t enough time with you.”

#little ray of sunshine #part 17 #here we go #sebastian stan #chris evans #sebastian stan fanfic #fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfiction #marvel #marvel rpf #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction