It's been raining all day and it doesn't seem like it will stop any time soon.
I was whining to my lovely lover about it earlier and suddenly she pulled a pacifier, from who knows where, and put it in my mouth.
My darling said it's a "source of comfort..." for infants maybe!
I was too stunned to complain, all I could do was stare at that wicked yet gorgeous smile.
Sometimes, I forget my lover is a hellhound...
That pacifier is quite pretty. It's got the shape of a leopard even.
I wonder for how long she's kept it around because it seemed like she was waiting for me to start complaining about whatever.
I'm quite delighted at the notion that my darling thinks so much about me!
Dearie me, I think I'll treasure this little present.
Summary: Being a roommate with two dudes is never not complicated…
Relationship: Destroyer!Chris x roomie!black!reader x CJE
Warnings: drug use, graphic language, smut, unprotected sex, voyeurism, some drama, 18+
A/N: Well hell what can I say about this really lol um…I originally planned for this to be one long one shot but decided it’d be a lot more fun if I broke it into two parts. Not really too sure where this idea came from…had to give it a go…let’s see what goes down
Slip, slip go your socks sliding against the floor, sleepily voyaging through the dark room to hit the kitchen. So sleepy but oh so thirsty you shuffle along, eyes closed since you know the path like the back of your hand. It’s late and both of the idiots are still out, probably getting their dick sucked or whatever you don’t care. Three years too long you’ve lived with these wanna be playboys, but you’re just grateful they didn’t bring their lays here tonight. Last thing you wanted to was to be woken up by their grunting and groaning. Light from the fridge illuminates the room as you reach for a bottle of water. Never have you imagined that you would be living with two dude roommates. Especially two distractingly hot fuck boys in the hub of Brooklyn. Damn near sitcomy, they made your life…interesting as a matter of fact and also…the biggest pains in your ass but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’d known Chris since sophomore year, your plug back at Brooklyn College through a roommate. The moment he delivered your weed to your door you guys had hit it off and became pretty good friends. Always hookin you up, comin through to smoke you out, he’s a trouble maker at heart and all about his hustle. But you two were always good…and he’s always been so unbelievably cool. Chris was the one who came to your rescue when you and your last roommate had a huge fall out, offering a spare bedroom in his sick ass brownstone he swore he inherited. You didn’t question it, just thanked him profusely until he made you stop with one of his menacing glares followed by a goofy smirk. CJ, on the other hand, came with the place. Better known as Christopher Jamal, he’s too fine for his own good which made him incredibly irritating to you sometimes. Confidence and swagger through the roof, if you had to choose who’s the worst of the two, it’s definitely CJ. He hit you with a smooth “yo what up” the first time you met him and you damn near cackled in his face. Who the fuck was this guy? Buzz cut, smedium shirts to show off those muscles and tattoos and such a flirt. Cookie cutter. But it works for him. The flock of women he kept around him was ridiculous and he loved to flaunt it. King Fuck Boy if you will…but you couldn’t be bothered with his nonsense. CJ had his humble moments and could be a lot of fun to hang around, a true goof, but when he turned on, you made yourself sparse to keep the peace.
First one through the door is Chris, who’s most likely coming in from a night of slipping drugs into his customer’s hands and pockets. Walking into the living room he flips on the lamp inquiring,
“And what are you doing up?” His keys hit the end table but you’re in the middle of chugging water you can’t answer. “Ah.” Chris smiles at you pointing at the water bottle attached to your lips. “It’s quiet so I take it Chris isn’t home yet?” He asks with a grin as he walks into the kitchen for water as well.
“Nope.” You sigh once you’ve emptied the contents of the bottle. “And thank God. I actually slept without being interrupted with ‘oooh yessss Chris don’t stop’ bleh.” You shudder and gag as Chris laughs at you mocking the girls CJ brings home.
“Just consider it audible porn.” He shrugs as you pass him to exit the kitchen, his gaze falling down your backside as he follows closely behind. “Might help you get to sleep faster.”
You almost cackle at the hint. “I don’t watch porn with those whiny ass girls and all their melodramatic moaning so that doesn’t work for me.” You shrug a shoulder, yawning, and go sit on the couch to hang with Chris for a few before you go back to sleep.
“Oh I’m well aware of what kind of porn you watch YN…” he pokes fun plopping down on the seat beside you, his swole tatted arm lying behind you on the back of the couch as you shoot him a side eye. “You should use headphones sometime…walls are kinda thin…”
You can’t even get mad, busting out laughing and playfully backhanding his broad chest. “Oh fuck you. You just listenin too damn hard.”
Maybe he is sometimes, hoping to hear his name desperately moan from your delectable lips but he can’t help but laugh along with you. It’s so infectious.
“Soooo…” you hold your hand out to him with a long smile, “how did it go tonight? How well did you do?”
The corner of his lips arch and point as he digs out a decently sized wad of cash out of his pocket, slapping in down in your flat hand for you to count. He knows how much you love to do it even though he’s already counted it several times. Excitingly you flip the bills down on the coffee table, counting quietly to yourself, eyes grow larger as he explains,
“Got some new stuff everyone’s losing their minds over.” Hands empty. Stack of cash on the table. You whisper damn to yourself as Chris just looks on with a smug smirk. “Wanna try it out?” His brows slowly raise. You turn to look at him with a silly grin.
“Fuck yeah I do.”
A few minutes later you and Chris sit on the floor of your bedroom, him breaking down weed on your resin rolling tray while you light a few candles in the soft purple glow of your lamp. You love you guys’ personal smoke sessions, love to watch him roll one up while chuckling at your floral papers. He always mentions how cute they are, and comments on how you have to set a whole vibe before you sit to join him. His shiny zippo flicks to life the moment you both hear the front door slam close. CJ’s home…and according to the goofy airheaded giggling that fills the silence, he’s not alone. Chris just rolls his pretty eyes and lights the joint.
“Damn. Thought we were in the clear…” you groan softly listening to their steps to his room.
“Oh c’mon.” Chris holds a deep breath with a grin and passes it over to you. “You know better than that…”
Smoke fills the room and his guest just can’t stop giggling. You and Chris roll your eyes together with a tired sigh.
“Wishful thinking I suppose.” You take two quick hits tasting the herb as it permeates through your lungs. “Mmm…okay this is nice.”
Their voices are muffled but their tones are clear and all you two can do is listen. Get a pretty good picture of what’s going down in the other room. Shits just getting started. On your exhale you pass the joint back to Chris.
“You feel it already don’t you…” He asks with a small crooked smirk keeping a watchful eye on you. This strain might be a little too much, or so he thought but your smile says you’re doing alright.
“Mmmm yeah…”
CJ’s mumbling something so funny/nasty that his no face guest downright giggles then moans so provocative that you and Chris high asses can’t help but bust out laughing. It’s like hearing music from another room…if it’s a track full of moaning and groaning.
“Told you…live porno.” Chris raises a brow, cutting a mischievous glare over to you trying to ignore them but it’s impossible.
You take the joint with a sigh of a laugh. Ash falling off as you rest it on your talking lips. “Well I guess this is better than waking up to it…”
Faceless guest is melodramatic at best but CJ absorbs it with enthusiastic grunts, mumbling back at her each time she outlandishly cries out his name. The more you guys smoke, and listen on to the show, the quicker the laughter dies and tension builds. Even if she’s doin the most, you can’t deny how hot it sounds. Brain all cloudy with indica? Hybrid? Shifting anxiously over the carpet. Somehow they seem to get louder and louder. Chris can’t help but notice your heavy breaths, a hand masking a bashful grin. Is it turning you on? He can’t ignore his cock swelling in his jeans, playful eyes roaming up your knee high socks and exposed caramel thighs slightly rubbing against each other. The AC clicks on. Goosebumps prickle your soft skin Chris can’t take his smoky eyes off of. Staring, he fantasizes brushing his thick goatee across your inner thigh. Damn this shit is strong, fuckin amazing. You think you’re trippin feeling his eyes scoping you, too high to think clearly. Your center on fire, nipples stiffening as CJ picks up the pace. His bed banging against the wall. Their cries of joy really getting out of hand. You both take a deep breath and squirm.
“Christ.” You clear your throat with a chaste chuckle shattering the deadly electric tension. You can’t take it anymore. You’re getting antsy under his desired stare, but also feeling so goofy, trying not to think about what you’re thinking. It’s the thumping of the headboard. Her muted, overdramatized affirming shouts. Suddenly you’re thinking about the last time someone’s had you actin an ass and how long ago that was. You jump to your feet. Chris abruptly extinguishes the joint in your ashtray.
“YN. What’s wrong.” His tone so tender but serious doesn’t help you feel any less…wound up. Your shoulders shudder. How are they still going?! She’s practically shrilling she should have came by now. You can literally feel your folds tingle with excitement. God you wanted to touch yourself but not with Chris here…unless…you violently shake the thought away.
“Uumm…” Shaking your head some more with an awkward giggle, you cover your warm cheeks, and Chris kind of laughs along with a confused brow. “It’s just…” she shrills again, you fidget with a laugh, “fuck…that’s like…a lot…”
He stands without taking his eyes off you, his heart beating uncontrollably against swole chest. You’re right, it is, and it’s driving him to take care of you. “We’re just stoned.” Chris tries to dismiss the intense sexual tension to being fucked up but darting glances and fidgeting hands and shuffling feet soundtracked to their orgasmic cries made that a lie. Folds growing so wet you dance around like you have to pee, clenching your thighs together with random giggle fits. Feels like you’re losing your damn mind. Shit you wish they’d shut the fuck up already.
“Uh yeah we’re stoned.” You don’t know what to do with yourself, getting ready to pace but you turn to look at Chris who won’t stop looking at you like that. Needy. Fingers twitching at his sides. His enflamed chest under his cutoff shirt heaving just like yours. You cough a laugh, putting a hand out in the burning space between you two. “Oh my god Chris you gotta stop doing that.”
Christ he’s so fuckin sexy, barreling his dark gaze at your hips your cheeks grow even hotter but all you can do is laugh…fight to ignore your intruding thoughts intermingled with the noise in the other room.
“Doing what.” You huff a heavy sigh feeling him take a small step towards your flatten hand feeling his heat. A rough hand reaching to yank your waist. Your head is pounding, panties on their way to ruin. CJ’s apparently a monster; the banging slows down and porno chick is howling in angst. And that still manages to make you squirm even more Jesus Christ. Feeling his burning chest against your shaky hand startles you but before you can run, he’s got you firmly against his body. Piercing his possessed stormy eyes deep into yours. You can’t breathe under his strength, never feeling him this close to you before. Unsure what to do with your hands you just keep them on sternum, softly panting for air as you lose yourself in his handsome features.
“Let’s give them a run of their money.” He gently whispers mere inches away from your parted lips.
You blink, “huh?”
“I wanna fuck you.” Chris states it plainly, never been one to be on bullshit. His frankness practically has your walls flooded. “Right now. Don’t wanna fight it.”
You blink again, “Chris.”
Their intermission is over. This time around they’re going even harder. Chris grabs the fuck out of your ass, tugging you closer to his raging boner. Moaning to himself you feel way too fuckin good in his arms like this, anticipating his next move with wide glossy eyes. His sinister smirk that fills up your vision ignites each layer of your buttery brown skin. No thoughts, just drooling, dying to taste you. Dipping his forehead down on yours Chris flutters his lids close and asks with a breathless sigh,
“Want me to worship you?”
Lifting your shirt, his broad fingers slip in the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down some as he stretches to brush his fingertips over your soaked pussy lips.
“Uh huh.” You choke on a hard gulp, rubbing the side of your nose alongside his, anxiously licking your dry lips. Trembling the second his delicate fingers graze your slippery slit. Fuck…
Chris takes you, timidly at first, shoving his fat tongue inside your wide open mouth, over your tongue lying in wait and he moans so loudly once your lips lock securely. Taking his time to savor you. Holding you closer as he takes turns tugging your shorts and panties down and teasing your desperate hole. One arm locks around his neck to keep ahold while the other hand goes for his button and fly. Saliva collecting on corners of manipulative lips, sloppily making out with tiny moans and whines. Necks bobbing back and forth, turning side to side. Your legs shake to drops your shorts to the floor as Chris helps you pull out his beast of a dick, supporting your hand that grips it tightly. Together you mumble, “fuck,” into each other then chuckle. Finding your clit with his middle finger, he strokes it in the same pattern you stroke his cock as he backs you down on your bed. Already his fingers is drenched. Breaking away from your perfect mouth, for just a second, Chris slips his dripping wet finger between his curvy lips. Humming and purring directly into your face he tastes your wetness then shoves his tongue back into your inviting mouth. Promptly gets back to toying your clit because he can’t get enough of how wet he makes you, can’t get enough of the magnetism in your kiss. Feels too way too natural. Maybe just because you both are so stoned…but something’s here…
This is ridiculous. They’re ridiculous. She’s back shrilling and whining as your pulling Chris’s shirt over his head. You can’t help but scoff at how stupid she sounds but seeing his rippling tatted up torso distracts you momentarily. In complete awe, you run your hands all over his immaculate muscles.
“What.” His shirt is tossed across the room. She’s doing that fake whiny moan that some pornstars do that you fuckin hate. Tracing over some of his tattoos in wonder you snicker,
“She’s annoying the fuck out of me.”
Hunching back over you he points and aims his missile of a dick to where he’s ready to obliterate with a long sneaky smile. Eager to feel your warmth encapsulate him. Admiring how sexy you look beneath him soothing your soft affectionate hands all over his shoulders and back.
“Well…let’s drown her out then…” Chris sweetly croons, nudging his thick shroomed tip at your dripping entrance. Inhaling deep, you brace yourself for his girth, holding on to his toned back as he breaks through. A shaky breath hits your eardrum. “Oh my god YN…”
You keen and dig your nails into his creamy back. Never ever you heard him so soft and innocent before as channels his way through your clingy walls taking mold of his palpitating dick. The sensation burns your little pussy just right you can’t help but yelp out his name as he fills you up, slipping right against one of your plush spots.
“Oh fuck! Chris!” Instinctually you arch up into his rock hard abs. The perfect volume to drown out the other two getting close to erupting all over each other. They no longer mattered.
“Ugh yes that’s perfect beautiful. Oh fuck!” He obnoxiously groans with a devious smile to overpower CJ and his lady friend. “Fuck you look so fuckin perfect UGH YES.”
Catching the hint you laugh and moan just as loud like you two are playing a game of chicken but you can’t deny, Chris is fuckin into you so well it’s far from fake. An erotic tremor scatters all down your limbs as he pumps you faster, stroking against your spongy spot even harder.
“Hooomygod Chris.” You whine out, shuddering again your walls gush all around him and his eyes roll back into his head with a blissful chuckle. “Fuck—fuck Chris!”
“Oh YN!” His hips smack into your pussy rougher, really losing himself in your wetness. Really pummeling your sensitive folds.
You squeal damn near pushing yourself away. “Holy shit!”
“Yeah beautiful?” Chris growls lowly in your ear. “You fuckin feel me?”
Biting down your lip to suppress a brandish groan you furiously nod in the pillow. “God yes. I feel you Chris…I feel you…and you feel so fuckin good GOD!”
He hooks a muscle bound arm around your lower back to reach deeper, completely enraptured in the way your clenched pussy milks him, tugging him closer and closer to the edge with each throb of your textured walls. You sound like an angel, calling out for him to,
“Fuck me…fuck me harder,” you demand like the sweetheart you are, decorating his parted lips with luscious pecks. “Please baby…harder, harder, harder…”
And which plea, he snaps his waist with fire. Skin slapping as you bounce off him and all you do is call his name louder and louder until you guys can no longer hear them over your own noise.
Mission accomplished. In the other room CJ’s jaw dropped, so appalled by the two of you he can’t even focus on the fact that his girl is cumming for the second time all over his sheets, listening hard in utter disbelief. Is that asshole actually fucking you right now?! You definitely didn’t sound like you’re fakin shit, assuming you guys are trying to teach him a lesson but it’s more than that. Totally lost in the way you shout his name he doesn’t even notice he’s completely stopped moving and his girl is unhappy about it. He’s always wanted to hear you say his name…but it’s not him who’s got you hollerin…and that really fuckin pisses him off.
“Christopher?” He comes to, snapping his sights back down to see her upset. Hell he didn’t even notice he’s completely fallin out of her and soft. Well this embarrassing.
“Oh! Ugh…man I think—ow—my stomach…”
It’s the only cop out that comes to mind. Feeling like such a jackass he winces, grabbing his stomach and crawling off her. Technically, he was in some pain…she doesn’t know if she should buy it. In the background, you and Chris are still causing a ruckus that’s hard for her to ignore but CJ’s acting like he’s dying and trying to push her out the door. He didn’t even give her time to put her heels on.
“…are really feeling bad? You sure you don’t want me to like suck your dick or something?”
Keeping up the act with a pained look on his face, holding his side, CJ rolls his eyes at all the shouting coming from your room. “No. Don’t worry…I’ll call you.”
One final shove and she’s out the door, leaving him with you and Chris on the edge of ecstasy. Shoulders slouched, head knocked back, he groans at the sound of your pitiful voice. He didn’t even think Chris was even into you like that and there he is between your legs digging you the fuck out. What a dick!
“You’re close aren’t you…” Chris whispers against your lips that can’t stop padding at his. “You’re so close I can taste it.”
Sweaty bodies connected and conjoined, he couldn’t be any deeper in your guts than he is right now and it’s the fuckin best.
You daintily cry with a small nod, “mmm yes…yes Chris,” licking the lining of his fuzzy Cupid’s bow. Still so high. Still so unbelievably turned out.
“Wanna cum all over me beautiful?”
“Please.” You beg, burying your face into the clammy crook of his neck, preparing yourself to scream that’s how riled up he’s got you. The hilt of his cock grinds right against your swollen clit. You shut your eyes and hug his shoulders, focus on his encouraging chants as he really drives his dick through your enclosing channel that trembles all around his throbbing girth.
“C’mon beautiful…you can cum for me…bet you’re so pretty when you let go baby so let go…c’mon…”
Snap. You let loose all around him, legs locking and fluttering as he stills out so he can feel every bit of you crumbling in his arms. Crying and quietly screaming into his prickled skin. Chris can’t believe how amazing you sound and feel climaxing he almost laughs, delirious but so happy he can’t help himself pulling out to dump his load all over your bed.
“Ooooh fuuuuuck baby.” A chill rolls down his spine, feels like he can’t stop cumming. “Fuuuuck…”
You’re both depleted, hysterically laughing into one another convulsing, trying to regain your senses but way too high in the clouds. The silliest smiles on each other’s faces you guys kiss and giggle for a bit until he lifts himself off you.
“Water?” He offers with a delighted crooked smirk stepping off the bed to shove on his shirt and boxers.
You cough and clear your cotton mouth sitting up in the bed. “God please.”
Before he exits he tosses you your panties off the floor with a wink, and shuts the door behind him only to meet CJ, arms folded and scowling, in the hallway.
“Oh god.” Chris grunts with an eye roll. “Why are you standing right here of all places?”
“Did you really fuck YN?!” He hisses silently, blue eyes brewing with hostility but Chris just pushes past him to get to the kitchen.
“What does it sound like to you?” He asks with a smug grin CJ can’t see.
“Sounds like you’re a backstabber.” He snaps chasing Chris down. “You know I’ve been wanting a shot at her.”
Chris quips never slowing his steps, “you mentioned how hot she was once after she moved in and that was it. I hardly call that dibs…”
Chris huffs a frustrated sigh. “You aren’t even into her.”
Finally reaching the fridge Chris abruptly faces CJ with a confused brow. “When did I say that?”
“That’s the point you’ve never said it.” He argues pulling the door open for him. Shrugging Chris bends over to grab two waters.
“So? Didn’t know that’s something I had to disclaim. Also,” he slams the door shut out of CJ’s grip, “how can you be into her but fucking a new girl a couple times a week?”
CJ should have expected that point but he ignores it. “That’s not the point.”
“The point is you’re fuckin jealous. And it’s not even that serious.” Chris retorts with his infamous one sided smirk. “You can say…I was just helping a friend out.”
“Oh really. Fuckin helpin a friend out. How the fuck does that happen.”
“How the fuck it just happened Chris.”
Are these idiots really arguing about this? You clip a laugh with your ear pressed against your bedroom door. Men…you should go deal with this. Walking out into the living room you witness the dummies trying to silently fight about what just happened, so into it they don’t even notice you approaching.
“Oh my god relax…it’s not that big of a deal.” You interrupt scaring them out of their heated skin. Cutting your eyes at CJ, you take your water from Chris’s extended hand and stand between both of their big bodies. “We were high and you were making all that ruckus…so an opportunity to help one another out presented itself since it was all amateur porn hour up in here. As fuckin usual with you.”
Chris can’t help himself, biting back a pleased grin over your shoulder addressing a butthurt CJ, who can’t even look you in the eye he’s too busy shooting daggers at Chris silently bragging. You didn’t even have to turn to know that’s what he was doing but it’s whatever. He really had no nerve to get jealous.
“So get over it. Both of you.” You shoot Chris a look over your shoulder that straightens him out some before you walk away from them with a big eye roll.“Now it’s late. Everyone go the fuck to sleep.”
They watch you disappear into your bedroom in silence but once that door closes they’re back glaring at one another.
“Sweet dreams.” Chris winks opening his water bottle, clipping his shoulder as he walks off. “Hope you hear her call out my name in your sleep.” Since CJ wants to be a dick about it. Chuckling all the way to his room he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. But for CJ still stewing alone in the living room…this is all far from being over…
Today, my lovely darling came up to me, leaned in, and just... pressed her loving lips to my nose.
I was shocked and speechless at first. Then, I was overcome with a warm feeling in my chest.
Her sweetness is overwhelming at times. So overwhelming I couldn't help but squeal.
Hadn't I had to attend a meeting in Chev's stead I would have swept her off her feet and carried her back to the privacy of our shared room to show her just how much I love her.
I've been stuck all morning in the office with my dear older brother filling out paperwork— or trying to. You see, the stench of those pungent rain-soaked roses has permeated throughout the room, nay, the entire palace. No matter where I go, the stench follows and with it memories that I'd rather not think about.
Chevalier has been particularly obnoxious today. Or perhaps my patience grows thin on rainy days. Whatever the case, I can't stand his face. Look at it, all pale and ugly. And does he have to breathe so loudly? Can't he stop breathing at all? That would actually make me feel remarkably better.
How DARE he tell me my thoughts are too loud. I can't even have privacy in my own head! Unbelievable. I swear, if he keeps glaring at me, I'm gonna draw my swo—
(y/n) just came in to bring me a cup of tea and some cookies. Its aroma is so strong that it overrode any other smell in the room. Chevalier exited the office soon after (y/n) came in. I didn't miss the brief look they exchanged as he left. Is my lovely lover plotting something with my brother?
Nothing I can stay mad about... at her, anyway. Chev can go die.
My little hellcat knows I get angsty on days like these, so she always makes sure to spoil me all the more. However, I wasn't expecting her to bring me a bouquet of flowers. Oh, they smell divine!
Usually, it is the man who gifts flowers to his woman. Yet, the moment she gave them to me, I felt so special. So this is how it feels...
My sweet darling loves me so much! Aaah, I'm the luckiest man in all of Rhodolite and Lelouch together. My heart is set aflutter every time my gaze falls on the vase on one corner of my desk.
I need to get back to work, but I'm so overcome with emotion that I feel like crying... Fortunately, Chev hasn't come back yet.
Last week, my adorable little brother misplaced his earring. And he's been noticeably upset ever since. Poor thing! So, I, his beloved big brother, made it my quest to find his precious item.
It turned out a bird had come into his room through his open window, while Yves was taking a bath, and stolen his earring.
The little fiend then took the stolen item and hid it in its nest at the top of a tree. I was very lucky to find it.
Ah, you should have seen Yves's face when I return the earring. He was practically shedding tears of joy as he thanked me and told me I am the best older brother ever, over and over.
Deary me, I guess I just couldn't stand to see him look so gloomy. Oh, but the sight of his sweet smile was utterly rewarding!
To thank me, his favourite older brother, he baked me a cake. It looks and smells like something (y/n) would enjoy. So, I'll share it with her once she's done writing for the day.
I wonder if she'll let me read the story she's working on this time.
