my lover is strange

della katmer // 22 If we fucked on the bathroom sink, how your hands felt in my hair if we were high on amphetamines and everybody wants to hear, how we chainsmoked until three and how you laughed when you said my name and how you gripped my hips so mean.

[everettmichaelson]

Even at a time like this, he couldn’t resist the urge to drive her up the wall. It was too easy, with her beneath him, a mess of desires, wanting nothing more than to feel him enter her. She would do as she was told, because the alternative would mean him holding back. Part of him wanted to hold out a little longer, stretch out the pleasurable torture until she was an a ball of incoherence, begging to cum. Begging for him. Still, the way she was moaning was sending shockwaves straight to his cock, and with his current position so close to her entrance, the warmth pulling him in invitingly, he knew it’d be only a matter of time before he gave in too. “Maybe,” he teased, eyes glimmering with lust. “I love how desperate you get for me, Della.” Slowly, he pushed himself into her tight heat, a stuttering groan falling from his parted lips. She always felt so goddamn good, no matter how many time he sunk himself into her. “You’re so fucking wet.” Pausing his movement, he allowed her to adjust to his size before he started again. “You think your one night stand can do this, huh? You think he can make you forget how it feels to get fucked by me?”

[okaydella-blog]

Della’s nails were slowly digging into her exes back as she bit down onto her lip, now locking her eyes with his, Everett Michealson has complete control over Della’s body and she knew that was something that’d never change, even now part of her hated herself for what she felt as she looked at him, eighty percent lust twenty percent utter affection and love, she was never the mushy type and she had never really fallen in love with anyone but Everett but she had too much pride to tell ever admit that after their breakup. A small roll of the eyes at his comment she let out a soft groan “You’re just as desperate for me as I am for you, no one knows just what you like, like I do..” Della murmured as she placed her lips to Everett’s neck and traced circles with her tongue, the feeling of him inside her was a feeling she’d never get over, desperate to get off, she arched her hips, grinding herself against him as she left marks behind as her lips trailed down his neck to his shoulders “Fucking....Everett.” Della moaned “No....No one can fuck me like you, you know just...” she paused her mouth forming an ‘o’ another moan escaping her lips “like you and no one....is good at fucking you like I am.” 

[everettmichaelson]

Staring down at the view he had before him, Everett couldn’t help but smirk down at Della with smug satisfaction. There was a familiar tension coiling in his stomach, but he pushed that away in favor of focusing on the blonde. Without any indication of what he was going to do, he tugged off her shirt impatiently, eyes drinking in the sight her exposed skin hungrily. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning down to drop kisses down the valley between her breasts, one hand moving to drag her panties off. Once he shimmied them down her thighs, he removed the tiny piece of fabric and carelessly tossed it across the room. “Just how badly do you need me inside of you?” he questioned then, taking his time to strip himself of his jeans and boxers. “Will you beg for it?” His smirk widened as he positioned himself against her entrance, brushing his tip along her drenched folds. “Moan for me?” he mused, pushing the head into her for a moment, only to drag it back out. Stroking his length with a closed fist, he released a quiet groan and his head tilted back.

[okaydella-blog]

Della squirmed under Everett’s kisses along her chest, the feel of his warm lips on her body sent shivers down her spine as he pulled off her panties, she placed her hands up on his shoulders after he had undressed himself. The blonde threw her head back as he asked her to beg, what more did he want? he had her nearly naked in his bed and he was asking her to beg? “I fucking need you to fuck me, Everett..you’re the best at me, you know me you know how I want it, how I want you” she groaned, slowly digging her nails into his shoulder with frustration “I need you inside me more than I need air right now, Everett...fuck!” her voice louder this time as she slowly dragged her nails down his shoulders as he positioned himself at her entrance. A gasp escaped her lips as soon as he entered her, Della moaned out Everett’s name, her eyes closing tight “Everett...Everett fuck, please...” Della begged moving her own hand down to her wet folds, slowly massaging herself as soft moans escaped her lips “Have I begged enough? This is torture, babe.” the blonde groaned.

[everettmichaelson]

A wave of smug satisfaction washed over him, causing an arrogant smirk to tug at the corners of his lips. He continued to mark her neck with his teeth, tongue darting out to soothe the sting of his bite every so often, his hand working between her legs with a practiced rhythm. “I know you do,” he answered, a little breathless himself. The muscles of his abdomen clenched in anticipation for what was to come, the tightness he’d be sinking into in moments. “You sure you wanna do this here?” Not waiting for her to reply, he hoisted her body up and wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. “Wrap your legs around me, babe.” With that, he began to head toward his room, stride a little unsteady as he kicked open the door and let it swing shut behind him. Everett set her down on his bed with a surprising amount of gentleness before he spread her legs apart. “Don’t wanna get interrupted, do we?” 

[okaydella-blog]

Della was no longer trying to suppress her moans as Everett marked her neck, his tongue across her neck was driving her insane, she wasn’t thinking about her shift at the bar later, or the hickeys that the bar patrons will look at her strange for. Everett’s touch made her knee’s weak, a feeling she knew would never change no matter how many often they fought or screamed ‘i hate you’s’ and stormed out of the apartment only returning when they had a one night stand. Her hands tightening their grip in his hair as he worked his magic with his hands between her legs. Not even having times to find about his question the blonde complied to his demand of wrapping her legs around, a small laugh escaping her lips as the door shut behind him, her eyes meeting his as he laid her on the bed, the smirk on her lips wasn’t going anywhere soon, the thought of last night’s hook up in the next room was turning her on more so than she already was, giving him a nod as she bit down onto bottom lip “No, sir.” Della replied with a feigned innocence in her voice as she reached for the hem of her own shirt.

[everettmichaelson]

His smirk widened as he felt her hand cover his, guiding it up toward the apex of her thighs. Della had never been able to resist him and this was no exception. “No, you don’t, princess.” A dark chuckled followed his words as he cupped her panty-clad pussy, teasingly rubbing the heel of his hand against her. Despite his previous claim, he was taking his time, slowly riling her up and heightening her arousal. “Not when I’ve got my hand between your legs or when I’m deep inside you.” Everett paused, teeth sinking into the soft skin in the junction of her neck, marking her as his, and his alone. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me inside of you.”

[okaydella-blog]

Everett was right, she didn’t hate him, but sometimes she wished she did, most nights anyways. The nights she could could hear him in the next room with some girl he’d just met, moaning his name, most night she’d wished it was her moaning his name, she wanted to hate him, but all should could think about in this moment as he cupped her was how much she loved his hands on her body, often when his hands met her body she thought with her crotch and not her brain. Moving one of her hands that was gripping the counter, she wrapped it around his neck to pull him closer to her a soft moan escaping her lips. Della moaned out Everett’s name when his teeth met her neck, she gave the boy a nod “Can you, please just shut the fuck up and fuck me, please? I want you inside me alright?” Della hissed.

[everettmichaelson]

Everett wasn’t stupid. He knew how she worked, how her hookups were casual, no-strings-attached, meaningless. Sometimes, he could remind himself that he had what none of them had. He could provoke reactions out of her that none of them could, whether it be anger or hatred or pleasure. It didn’t matter how many people she dragged home night after night, at the end of the day, they couldn’t affect her like he could and that very fact gave him a sense of satisfaction. “Oh, sweetheart.” He huffed out an amused laugh as he bent to whisper in her ear, his lips brushing along her skin teasingly. “If you think I’m trying to upset you, you’ve got it all wrong.” Pressing against her thoroughly, he allowed his hand to travel between them so that it rested on her inner thigh. Slowly, he edged it higher, a smirk stretching across his lips as he paused its journey. In this position, he couldn’t see her facial expression, but he could imagine how she was reacting. “Am I? Don’t think I am,” he countered immediately. His hand was now dangerously close to its original destination, but he waited for Della to give him some sort of sign to continue or to stop. “I could have you cumming all over my hand and screaming my name before your flavor of the night stumbled out of that bathroom.”

[okaydella-blog]

Della’s breath became shallow as he placed his hand on her inner thigh, a short-breathed gasp as he moved up her thigh, her hands grasped the counter behind her, her head fell back, Everett knew Della’s body and better than she’d known it, he knew exactly how to work her body and make her scream, it was like he had complete control over her body when they weren’t arguing. The blonde didn’t even have the breath to respond to him, she just nodded, placing her hand over his own on her thigh, she pushed it up towards his destination “I fucking hate you, Everett Michealson.” Delilah replied in a groan.

[everettmichaelson]

His quick temper had always been one of his greatest flaws and Della’s ability to rile him up in an impossibly short was hers. There was a point in time when he hadn’t considered it a flaw, but it had long since passed. Now, as he stared at the blonde, his glare boring into her with unconcealed anger, he wondered how they’d ever been able to get along. Despite his urge to lash out at her, he bit back a string of poisonous words, eyes following her as she moved to refill her cup of coffee. “What a fucking pity,” he drawled sarcastically, standing from his seat so he could pour himself another cup of coffee as well. Taking a hefty gulp, he purposely moved closer to Della, eliminating the distance between them and trapping her between his body and the counter. In the back of his mind, he was aware that the shower had quieted, but that only made him press himself closer to her, half-wanting her one night stand to stumble out and catch them in this position. When’re you free next? I’m sure we can work somethin’ else some other time. It’s a good thing you’re workin’ tonight, though. Hate to keep you up with the noise we’ll be making.“

[okaydella-blog]

Back in the day when Everett had first showed any anger in front of Della she would shirk in fear, she found him intimidating but when you’ve known someone this long and gotten this comfortable with him she stared in straight in the eye as he glared at her, a smirk still planted firmly on her lips, she slowly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his, she slowly pulled her coffee mug too her lips, she gave him a small shrug “I really don’t see how.” she replied, placing the mug down next to herself as she walked into the kitchen, a sharp gasp escaping from her lips as she backed into the counter when he closed his distance, she hated the effect he still had on her, the sweaty palms, butterflies, the shallow breath and her stupid heart beating a thousand times a second. Della knew the shower had gone quiet but placed her hands on Everett’s chest, she leaned in closer to whisper in his ear “If you think that this is going to upset me, that he’s going to walk in and see us.” she paused, moving on of her hands up to his shoulder “you’re dead wrong, he’s nothing to me, I’ll never see him again after this.” Della whispered into his ear with a grin “I’ll let you know.” Della cocked an eyebrow, a laugh bubbling from her lips “Oh? All the noise, huh... You’re forgetting I’ve slept with you numerous times and you’re giving yourself a little too much credit.”

[everettmichaelson]

Jealousy was brewing in the pit of his stomach, acidic and bitter, eating away at his insides as he glared at his ex-girlfriend. Whether she was purposely doing this to spite him or if she had truly picked up a guy to enjoy herself for the night, Everett didn’t care. He hated seeing her sitting in front of him with a shit-eating grin that rivaled his own. “Oh, is that what the awful odor was? Thought I could smell somethin’ nasty wafting through the air. Not sure a shower could solve B.O. like that, Della.” He wrinkled his nose and jutted his chin out toward the direction of the shower. “You must’ve been blitzed if you managed to drag his sorry ass back here. Sad to see your standards fall so much.” Reaching for his coffee mug, he downed the rest of his lukewarm coffee and bit back the smirk that threatened to make an appearance. Della knew better than to ask questions about the girls he brought home. Everett had a tendency to exaggerate his liaisons, just like her. “Nah, nothin’ like that. There was a brunette, though. Had the most gorgeous ass and legs that went on for miles. She’s actually comin’ over tonight if you wanna meet her.”

[okaydella-blog]

Della furrowed a brow at her ex “Everett, you know me I would never fuck a dude that smells bad, I have high standards, or at least I do now, don’t know what I was thinking when I got with you.” Della replied as she ran her fingers through her hair, she grinned at Everett “You can’t say anything, dude. I’ve seen the chicks you bring home, the one the other day and a unibrow that could make a small blanket for the children in Africa, I was horrified to say the least.”Della feigned disgust, pursing her lips. “And clearly they were never that high considering I used to screw you every night.” Della got up just long enough long enough to pour herself a cup of coffee, her grin fell and her eyes filled with sadness when mentioned the girl but she quickly turned around to act like she was putting sugar in her coffee, so she could plaster that grin right back on her face, turning around her facade back up she cocked a brow at him “Sorry, I’m working a shift at the bar tonight, won’t be able to make it, we could’ve had a double date, maybe next time.”

[everettmichaelson]

Glancing up to see his ex-girlfriend exit her room, Everett allowed a grunt of annoyance to fall from his lips. The shower was currently running, and he’d assumed that it’d been Della at first, but she had decided to grace him with her appearance, which meant that she’d brought home some asshole and he’d stayed the night. Unable to hide his annoyance, he sent her a disparaging expression and narrowed his eyes in response to her greeting. “It was until you showed up,” he retorted immediately, before taking a long drink of his coffee. “That little boy toy of yours better not be wasting my shampoo and body wash.”

[okaydella-blog]

Della couldn’t help but like as she took a hair tie from her wrist to pull her hair back into a pony tail, she had found how grumpy he was cute when they first started dating, one of the reason’s she fell in love with him, but he was never to her, that had changed when the two broke up “You know ruining your mornings is my favorite pastime, Ev.” The smirk never leaving the blonde’s lips as she spoke “Oh, I doubt he is, probably just washing off all the sweat from last night.” Della shot back, the night really hadn’t been that eventful, Della went to a bar and brought home the first guy that offered to buy her a drink, she wanted a quick hook up, not for him to spend the night and the sex wasn’t even that great. Giving a quick glance at the door to make sure he wasn’t out yet “If I’m being honest, I don’t even remember his name I was so smashed by the time we were leaving. Did you have a fun night, any hot blondes with big boobs? I know those are your type.”

[okaydella-blog]

Della let out a sigh as she quietly closed her bedroom door, she wasn’t sure where Everett was but if he was sleeping she didn’t want him to wake up, he’d make some smartass remark about the guy whom was currently in their shower, she ran her fingers through her damp hair, biting down onto her lip as soon as she saw Everett, the blonde gave him a smirk as she made her way to sit across from him “Good morning, hot stuff.” Della spoke as she cocked an eyebrow at him.

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: ...lmao ok anyway

everett: maybe i should

everett: but we both know you'll love it. no point in testing it out

della: don't

della: I might love it but I think u might enjoy it just as much

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: then maybe you'll finally gtfo of my life??? or at least my apt???

everett: i considered spanking u

everett: but i think you'd like that

della: OUR apt i pay rent, bitch.

della: maybe u should try it out sometime to see my response.

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: unlikely

everett: jesus fuck

everett: i'm serious, don't test me, della.

della: it's very likely, what if i fall in love with some guy?

della: like some guy sweeps me off my feet at the bar.

della: or what, everett??

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: dont think u plan on stopping any time soon either

everett: seriously?? are u five???

della: u dont know that, i might stop soon.

della: idk r u???

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: lmao ok so why don't u????

everett: u clearly have no problem riding this dick

everett: but anyway...fuckin pick up ur nasty hair from the shower next time ur done

della: clearly i dont since i've been riding it for years

della: o yah? and what u gonna do if i don't??

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: u always were a drama queen

everett: don't act like u don't like it lmfao

everett: u love the way i fuck u so.......

Della: can't deny that!!

Della: oh, I like it and u fuck great but I can get drunk and get fucked just as good by a guy a i met in a bar in a bathroom stall, so don't get ahead of urself hot stuff

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: lmfao ur counting skills are a little off sweetheart

everett: who's gonna fuck me while i'm drunk? how about those ten bitches who supposedly spend the night all the time

everett: don't kid urself, u initiated last time

Della: I'm being dramatic

Della: sweetheart (:

Della: when ur too drunk to go the bar and get some other chick, whiskey dick.

Della: maybe last time but not the last twenty times.

[okaydella-blog]

text || everett → della

everett: also the guy to asked u to move tf out

everett: we split the bill but u take the longest fuckin showers and use up like 75% of the electricity

everett: ur not here cause i want u to be alright, dont get it twisted

Della: I'll move tf out when I want to

Della: don't get it twisted that's like the ten bitches you bring home every night charging there damn phones and showering

Della: oh trust me u want me here who else would fuck you when ur drunk u dick