You curled up in the bed, finally feeling somewhat human again. You blinked your eyes awake while reaching for your cellphone to look at the time but a larger hand captured your wrist, easing it back.
"Not today Honey." came Curtis's voice behind you, his arm circling your waist and pulling you into him as his little spoon. "Its Saturday." He muttered into your hair while burying his nose into the crown of your head.
"Are you sure?" You wriggled a bit, going through the past week, had it really been five days? School had felt SO MUCH LONGER. The kids were all amped up and still haven't fallen back into the swing of schedules yet.
"Promise Honey, your alarm never went off and its well beyond your wake up time." He assured you, flattening his hand just under your breasts to have you go still, tucking his fingers in against your warmth between them.
You trusted him, settling back in like he wanted you to. "And what are you still doing in bed Mr. Early Riser?" You glanced over your shoulder at him. Even though he was playing at being still half asleep, you knew better.
"What can I say, I'm tired too Pretty Girl." He loosened his hold enough for you to turn over, letting your hands slide against his chest and cuddle up against him. "Actually, I just wanted to spend time with you in bed, not have to rush up and go somewhere and do something. We haven't been able to do this in a while." His forehead leaned against yours and you sighed in relief.
He was right, you didn't have anywhere urgent to be, or do. The project you were setting the semester up for was already done ahead of schedule due to you staying up half the night working on it. "You have no plans either?" You pulled enough away to study him and he grinned with a shake of his head.
"Told everyone I had a date so don't bother calling me for anything this weekend unless it was an emergency." His hands grasped against your ass, arching you in close to him and having you weave your legs through this. "So I was thinking, we just lay in bed and chat, maybe even play some trash tv. Get up and scrounge up food, maybe just order in delivery."
"Chinese sounds good" You interrupted.
"Chinese it is then, this afternoon we can take a drive. Youv'e been talking about that farmers market outside of town, I looked it up, its open till five tonight. Then the rest of the evening, whatever we're in the mood for."
You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming love for him, because all these things he knew you would love and want to do, you didn't even have to ask him for any of it, he just made it happen all because you happened to mention it one time. Your hands cupped his face, arching up to press a kiss to his lips. "How in the hell did I get so lucky? I love you so much."
You know me babes! I will always take Curtis ready to take care of me.
Summary- 1.9k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You are such a vibrant person that has a love for so many things that Curtis assumes something like a cute mug would make you happy.
Warnings- Dealing with Reader relationship with your ex and how it still effects you in the moment.
A/N- This was a hard emotional one to write but I'm glad I did. Thank you to everyone who is still following along with this series, you all are the best. Happy Reading!
Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist
Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist
You had plain white mugs at your apartment. Simple mugs with no prints on them that for you seemed unusual to Curtis. You like to have color in your life, make it something you were attached to, and these mugs you just weren’t. Curtis always assumed that was because you just picked up whatever was cheapest when you moved to Minnesota and haven’t gotten around to picking up something more your style.
But shopping one day at the local store picking up some groceries and other odds and ends they needed at the house, he found out how wrong he was. While you two walked down the aisle with the fall pieces catching your attention, you just simply bypassed the entire mug selection with nothing more than a glance at them. Moving swiftly onto the candles.
“Hold up Honey.” He eased you to a stop, backing the two of you up a few steps to stand in front of the mugs once more. An array of cute pumpkins and ghosts, some colorful mushrooms, gnomes, and a whole selection of cups with fall-themed sayings on them. Curtis plucked one up that he thought you would like, showing it to you. “How about a new mug?”
You looked at it and gave a shrug, your face so carefully neutral while looking at the cup in his hand. “I don’t need one Curtis.”
He set it down, looking over them to try and find another one that maybe you would like, even reaching up to grab a Halloween-themed travel mug to see if he could entice you with it. “It’s not about needing one Honey, do you want one.”
You stared at the mug, like you were possibly going to take it but you turned away from it, walking away without another word.
It was weird for Curtis, enough so he set the mug down and went after you. Instead of looking anymore, you were heading towards the checkout. Putting up the array of stuff you both put into your cart. “Honey, baby what was that?” Curtis started to bag while you scanned, catching up to you.
“It’s nothing Curtis, let’s just get this stuff home.” Your demeanor remained off, closed up in a way Curtis hadn’t seen you in ages. You pulled out your credit card, prepared to pay for all of it when Curtis stopped you, slipping his card into the slot first.
“I got it Honey.” He said softly, unsure of what was going on, but it was obvious you were upset about whatever just happened.
You retreated further still during the drive home. When arriving back at the house you started taking care of the groceries without saying much of anything and Curtis no matter what he said, couldn’t get you to engage further but for a couple of words.
By the time the last of it was tucked away from sight, you rubbed at your arm. “I'm gonna head upstairs and lay down for a bit, I feel a headache coming on.”
“Yeah, okay.” Curtis frowned a bit, reaching out to pause you before you headed upstairs. “Is there something wrong, did something happen at the store?” Did I do something wrong was what he wasn’t saying yet, hoping you would open up a bit because truly he was at a loss as to what happened.
You smiled at him, one that didn’t reach your eyes but was still there for his benefit. “No Baby… I’m just feeling eh today.” You leaned up to give a quick peck of a kiss but still pulled away. “Why I’m gonna go rest. How about you go out, and see what the guys are up to? I will be sure to message you later if you’re not home.” You said, starting for the stairs.
Curtis watched you go, your shoulders haunched and you looked withdrawn in your thoughts. There was no chance in hell he was leaving. But he did feel that he had to give you your space, so instead of following you, he settled into his reading chair, plucking up a book and his reading glasses, giving a half-ass attempt to kill time while keeping an eye on the staircase for when you made your way back down, hoping that you would come to talk to him.
It wasn’t till later did you came back down the stairs, hugging around your middle protectively and stopping at a pause near the bottom step. Curtis snapped his book shut, not bothering to mark his spot, and set it aside. It was quiet in the house, the crackle of the fire he had built in the nearby stove keeping the house warm in the later evening.
“Come’ere Honey.” Curtis said softly, a hand patting his lap and you shuffled forward to his arms, letting him ease you to straddle him so you could curl up into his chest while his hands rubbed up and down your back.
You didn’t seem to worry today about being too much, too heavy, if anything you felt small in his hold tonight, your arms tucked in close against him and you cuddled in close. Now he wished he had followed you upstairs but this was something you didn’t want from him before.
“I’m sorry for earlier Curtis.” You finally said, the sadness in your tone making his chest ache with wanting to fix it. His hands never stopped moving up and down your back, but one did travel down to press against the small of your back and shift you in closer. “I froze up in the store and I let something stupid ruin our day.”
“Do you wanna tell me about it?” Curtis pressed his mouth to the top of your head while saying this, touching you and embracing you in all the ways he felt he could give you comfort. You sniffled a bit, silence your answer for a few moments.
“I wanted them Curtis, I loved all of them.” You finally admitted to him, shuffling a bit in his hold till you were tucked into his neck, your anxiety seeming to peak for a moment so Curtis just stayed silent, leaving it open for you to continue when you were ready. “I used to have a whole cupboard full of them, little stupid fun cups that I had collected or were given to me.” Curtis could feel his heart sink, he had a suspicious feeling about what might have happened to your mugs that you must have once cherished and loved, even if now you tried to play them off as stupid.
“Then one day I pissed Jake off, I don’t even remember how, but the asshole decided that for whatever reason I needed to have something taken away I loved. He had always complained about them, that they didn’t fit in with our home and looked tacky. So pretending he was just cleaning up and getting rid of stuff we didn't use, he broke them.”
“All of them?” Curtis rumbled out in disbelief that anyone would be that much of an asshole to someone.
You nodded, all the confirmation he needed. “I found the shards in the garbage before he had a chance to throw them out and say he donated them, which I would have still been sad about, but at least they were being given to someone else. No, he ruined them all. When I asked him about it, he said that he didn't think I would want them anymore and they didn't fit our decor anyways.” You finally lifted away from him, looking so sad and small in the moment as you recalled what your asshole abusive ex did and why it still affected you to this day. “When you showed me those cups, how much you wanted me to have one, it scared me. What if I say yes and then the same thing happens again.” You hiccuped, your tears starting and Curtis would have murdered the man if he could get away with it. Instead, he reached up to cup your face and make you focus on him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m like this over cups, it’s really stupid of me I know.” you tried pulling away, to hide the tears that you were ashamed of but Curtis now held fast, refusing to let you go and suffer with this by yourself.
“Honey Girl, please look at me and breathe in with me.” He said gently, exaggerating his inhales and exhales so you could follow along till the tears started to slow and you started to relax with him again. “Jake was an absolutely abusive piece of shit and you Honey are still coping with what he did to you.” His thumb brushed across your wet cheek, swiping away some of those tears caught in your lashes. “I’m not Jake, I can promise you with everything I have in my heart that I would never ever put you through that. I will never take something away from you to punish you, break your stuff, or make you scared that your treasured items are not safe with me. I swear to you baby I won't try to hurt you because we might get mad or frustrated with each other. I couldn’t do that to you. I can’t fathom trying to hurt you like that.”
You nodded, using the sleeve of your sweater to rub against your eyes. “I know Curtis, you’re not an asshole like he is. Upstairs I was literally telling myself to stop this, stop feeling this way, to stop thinking like he still is a part of my life.”
“And did that work?” Curtis soothed his hand up and down your arms, wanting to tuck you in close but you had all these feelings to work out and sensed that you were trying to pick through them, in your own way and at your own pace.
“I finally came down to see you.” You plucked at his chain, twirling the pendant in your fingers and rubbing your thumb over the medallion. “Hope you wouldn’t think I was being ridiculous. Are you upset?”
Curtis sighed, in truth he was upset. Not at you, but at the things that had been done to you that still made you feel this way with him. “Not at you Honey, not ever for something you are trying to heal from. I’m upset that this happened to you, that you once had someone in your life who felt he could treat you this way.” He said honestly. “I’m frustrated that I can’t make it all better for you. But that takes time and I can be a patient man when I want to be.” He waited for your answer, hoping that it gave you the closure you needed to end the day better. He was rewarded with a little smile and nod, you letting his necklace rest once more against his chest as if your anxiety finally eased up.
“Thank you Curtis for letting me talk about these things.”
“I want you to tell me everything when you’re ready.”
It was a few weeks later, Curtis happened to notice you making a mug of tea in a cute little ghost cup, something he had never seen before. You were smiling softly to yourself as you went through all the steps it took for you to make your perfect cup of tea, blissful in your own little world at the moment. Curtis didn’t say anything about it, but as he passed you, he paused long enough to kiss the crown of your head in a safe loving gesture.
Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis loves your scarves, but now he has some mixed feelings.
Warnings- Sexual Activities.
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Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist
Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist
Curtis loved your scarves. The first time he met you stepping off the bus you had one wrapped around you. They were soft and oversized while you cuddled yourself into them on those cold days, making you chirp happily before informing Curtis you were ready to face the big bad cold outdoors.
Your antics always made him feel a bit more protective and gentle towards you while he tucked you in close to him, another attempt to keep the both of you warm.
They also just looked cute on you, which he was sure to tell you every time, catching you before you could hide away with a disregard for his words. You were so shy in the beginning about it, but now you embraced it, glowing in the praise.
Yeah, he loved your scarves. But right now he wasn’t so sure how he was feeling about them.
One of those big cozy scarfs was currently holding his hands hostage against the headboard, hands curled into fists as he resisted the urge to pull against the fabric, he was well aware that the warm knitted scarf wasn’t made for holding him hostage.
But while you were kneeling in between his legs, your hands rubbing up his thigh and dragging your nails back down while you stared back at him with hooded eyes, he would try his hardest not to ruin your scarf while you drove him mindless.
Somehow you were still wearing his AC DC tee while you were teasing him and that was driving him just as crazy as the damn scarf you had tied around his wrists. “You sure you’re okay with this Curtis?” Your head dipped, tongue darting out to trace his adonis belt. He hissed, his head banging against the headboard rather sharply as his hip pressed up in a urgency for you.
“Pretty Girl, you are fucking driving me insane.” Your head lifted like you were about to stop at his next words and he leveled a look at you. “I'm more than okay with this.”
You gave a relieved grin, glancing up at his wrists. “I’ve never done this before… well not like this.”
“I’m more than happy to be your first and last one you do this too.” Curtis flexed his arms, his shoulders bunching with the position and your breath quickened before you shuffled up to kiss him properly. Your touch made Curtis on edge while you cupped his face, whimpering into his mouth as you rubbed your aching pussy against his boxers, feeling his growing hard on. “You’re so fucking hot taking control.” Curtis hissed against your mouth, hoping that you knew how sincere he was, that he trusted you with everything you both talked about before trying this.
It was rare Curtis felt the loss of any kind of control, always being the one to take care of everyone, the general kind of fix it man. Giving you that power, it was new to him too.
One that he was willing to try as much as it made him hyper aware of everything you were doing in that moment.
You stared at him wide eyed for a second till you arched against him again, pressing down into his erection in such an arousing way that he couldn’t stop the tug on his wrists with the urge to guide your grind. You looked at him in that sultry way again, as you backed down his body, your head dipping to his chest, teasing the sensitive parts of him. Your teeth scraped over his nipples as your fingers slipped into his boxers to palm his cock. “I have been thinking all day about how good I was gonna make you feel, the way your cock would feel on my tongue.”
Another flex had the scarf tightening on his wrists, the threads and fabric still managing to hold together. You smirked as you bit on his chest, your hands squeezing around his cock and jerking him in that way he showed you he liked. Now you were professional at it, flicking your wrist on the upward stroke to twist your palm around him while your other hand massaged his balls with gentler but arousing tugs. Curtis hissed, twisting his hands in their ties to resist the urge to grab you and push your face against his pelvis.
“Pretty Girl, your mouth was made for deep throating my cock, the way you swallow it, fuck I will never be over that feeling of you.”
You hummed happily while pulling further away, leaving Curtis pushing his hips up to meet your touch till you pulled away, leaving him aching with the loss of satisfaction in that moment. It was probably one of the few times Curtis actually sounded needy in a sharp burst of disbelief that you stopped jerking him off.
You tugged at his boxers while your scarf strained once again to hold him in place, your breasts pressing against his cock, sliding up and down so his cocks head slapped against your face, leaving your mouth free for now. “You always make me gag Curtis, drool and you…” There was a lift of your body, a hand bracing against his thigh while your other hand slipped between your thighs, teasing your clit with your own expert fingers, but they weren’t Curtis and really he wanted to be the one to make you shudder above him with that throaty pleased whine you would make. This time your scarf gave a threatening tearing noise, still holding together, but by threads. “Make me so fucking wet.”
Your fingers came back glistening for him, going back to smear yourself against his cock, your drenched fingers twisting around his head and with a very sudden drop of your face, you licked against his slit and wrapped your lips around him with an erotic slutty moan.
It was a good thing Curtis insisted that whatever item you tied him with, you didn't care about it. Because it was the last he was able to handle, his wrists wrenching free from the scarf for his hands to wrap into your hair and push you down.
Later you would reveal in breaking Curtis’s control, but for now, you moaned with lust and need, encouraging him to fuck your mouth while swallowing him.
Summary- 3.7k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. The day after winning the bet on the golf course, you reveal at just how good all of this is with Curtis, enjoying the final moments of your vacation.
Warnings- Oral, Male receiving. They are horny little fuckers, I swear. A conversation about a partner getting bored and mentions of Jake's infidelity to Honey.
A/N- Not a huge chapter but one I loved being able to write for these two. They get to end their vacation with a bang, another well-deserved one imo. The whole shower part for Curtis is all thanks to spitballing with @undutchable11 ages ago. I had to make sure to give her a shout-out cause she absolutely helps inspire scenes for this series whenever we get to chat. As always thank you @what-is-your-plan-today for reading through this for me, you are the best. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics Please if you enjoyed this, consider commenting and sharing. It is so important to us to be able to read your thoughts about our stuff. THANK YOU! 🐝
Chapter Twenty-Two / Masterlist
Fuck, you ached! But that soreness was satisfying as you stretched in the soft bed. The bedding was tangled around your body, and the pillows were strewn abundantly all over, but you were missing Curtis’s solid form nearby. Your hand stretched out towards his side and felt it cooling off.
A little concerned frown made your face pinch as you struggled between awake and asleep.
“Curtis?” You muttered, half expecting him to answer but nothing.
It was enough for you to blink awake, still sleepy after the few hours of sleep you had gotten. For reasons you couldn’t fathom, Curtis had endless energy and took you along with him. Several orgasms later, you finally had to stop.
“Just one more? I promise to be easy.” His tone was laced with something primal, while you stared up at the hotel's ceiling trying to catch your breath, you gave him a nod.
“One more Curtis… maybe. I don’t know if I can.” You let your hands fall between your thighs, rubbing over his buzz cut and down along his jawline. It was soaked, all from you. His mouth pressed against your inner thigh, easing kisses up and down the quivering muscles.
“Last one then I will stop.”
You still felt the quiver in your legs, from the way he was somehow able to fold you in half on your last night here. The very memory of it made you bite your lip to stifle a giggle and hide your face in a pillow for a moment while all those emotions of disbelief at your boyfriend’s persistence washed over you. Ever since that first night that you picked what you wanted from him, he had been unable to stop touching you, like he couldn’t get enough of making you orgasm. Curtis wanted more of you telling him what made you feel good.
You’ve never felt more tired and satisfied in your life.
Once the giddiness passed, you used your aching legs to help roll yourself to your back and prop yourself up on your elbow to look around the room.
The bathroom door was ajar enough for you to see Curtis drying off after stepping out of the shower, his back flexing with deep red marks lacing down his shoulders in wild flares. You felt your cheeks heat when you saw your gouges on him, your own wild side loving the view of your marks all over his back.
You were glad you insisted on a couple days just the two of you. From the bathroom, Curtis wrapped the fluffy towel around his waist, stepping out quietly till you wiggled your fingers at him in greeting.
“I didn’t wake you did I?” Curtis asked as he made his way back to the bed. You gave a shake of your head as you pushed up some more, fully stretching. “I tried to be quiet to let you sleep in.”
“No, you were plenty quiet.” You smiled up at him. “How was your shower?”
“I swear to god Honey, we need that set up.” He kept the towel wrapped around him while he sat on the edge of the bed. “The water pressure was great, worked out any lingering tension I’ve been carrying.”
You leaned back to let yourself admire his back, from the hot water and scratch marks it was a heated red that was fading to his slight tan he was sporting. He was right though, the usual knots in the top of his shoulders were gone.
“Maybe it’s time for a new hot water heater at home?” You kissed against one of the freckles that was still visible on his shoulder before you shifted around to sit next to him on the edge of the bed, thinking you should go check out this magical shower.
“You know what, maybe I will.” Curtis looked thoughtful, shifting back on the bed to lean against the headboard, lounging comfortably. “Be the best shower you ever had, I could expand the shower in that upstairs bathroom, make sure you never want to leave.” His smirk grew suggestive, his blue eyes flashing with intent on what he planned to do with you.
You let your head loll back on your shoulders to stretch, humming out a reply. “I would really like that since my apartment’s sucks.” Glancing back at him, the white towel still strung tightly around his waist, you unashamedly admired the scene before you.
Curtis was relaxed, bare chested that let you take in the tattoos scattered across his muscles that sported the trail of dark hair you loved exploring so much, long legs stretched out across the bed and the way he was lounging was giving you ideas. “That building has seen better days, Honey.” He continued with his train of thought while your filthy mind started to run with its own thoughts, prompting you into action. Your desire to shower completely forgotten for now.
Shifting on the bed to your knees, you started shuffling up the bed, sliding your hands against his hair covered muscled calves, biting your lip suggestively while spreading his legs apart.
You sensed when he was aware of what you wanted, there was a shift in him. Completely forgetting about the magical shower, you glanced up at him to see all his focus on you. What once made you feel almost intimidated now sent a thrill through your chest that settled in your belly, making your toes curl with anticipation. To have this kind of power over this man, it was a rush that you never wanted to end.
His eyes were sharply narrowed at you kneeling between his knees, heated and wanting while he checked you out, the front of your sleep shirt draping open from where you hovered over his thighs. Curtis made no efforts to hide the way his gaze slid to your breasts and then back up to your partially open mouth. His hand lifted to cup your face, graze his fingers along your cheek while tucking strands of your hair back away from your face.
“Honey, you always have such a pretty mouth, especially when its stuffed full of my cock.”
His thumb dragged back to your lips, dragging the pad over your full lower lip. Unable to resist the temptation his touch was, you drew it into your mouth, swiping your tongue over the calloused tip, a promise of what you wanted to give him. What you didn’t expect was his fingers to close over the lower half of your jaw and pull you closer till his face was in yours, your eyes wide in surprise at how easily he closed the distance between you two. Your hands moved to brace against his towel covered thighs, hating that terry cloth feeling when you could be touching just him. It made you whine around his thumb while your eyes lifted to look in his.
“You already know Pretty Girl I’m not gonna say no.” A muttered heated brush of his lips against your forehead was such a romantic gesture amidst the very sensual energy filling the space between you two.
You couldn’t help the little smile you gave after he released his hold on you, letting you sit back up while he let himself lean back into the pillows, still propped up enough to watch you and touch you easily.
Seeing him all stretched out and you got to touch him, loving that you now knew intimately what he felt like in your hands and your mouth, you couldn’t pick which way you preferred. Moisture pooled along your tongue, anticipating feeling his heavy length and work him till he released on your tongue.
Giving oral was always a favorite of yours, giving over that power to your partner. Sometimes though you wondered if they ever got sick of you doing this, were you doing it to often that it actually wasn’t a rush of excitement for him that it was for you. Already your thighs were getting sticky with slick, the thought of going down on Curtis’s thick heavy cock making you want to be fucked.
“Does it ever…” Your hands exploring along his thighs under the towel. He was so tense in your touch, you held out from untwisting the towel to open, but already you could see the tented cloth, your hands hidden from view but they wrapped around his cock. “Feel like the same old same old to you?”
“Where did that come from? Fuck no, Honey I want you to touch me whenever you want. If I don’t want something, I will be sure to tell you.” Curtis scowled in surprise at your question. Tugging the towel open, his hand wrapped around yours, easing you up and down his cock. As much as you enjoyed watching his face ease at the sensations building, you had to look down at his cock, so thick in your hand, still amazing you that he was aroused because of you.
His hand just dropped away, fisting into the hotel sheets while you took over. Curtis, in your opinion had a cock you couldn’t stay away from. Thick in your hold with rigid veins throbbing, slight curve lifting towards his abs, a wide tip that even now pearly drops threatened to go to waste if you didn’t do something.
Your excitement rose, making him have to lift his hips up to chase your warm hands around him or the jerk of his cock when you let your tongue swipe for a taste of him. You let your tongue hang out enough for him to see the pearly white droplets disappear into your mouth, warm and salty, you hummed with a look of satisfaction.
“Fucking hell woman.” Curtis sputtered, making you smirk while you kissed his tip, teasing him while your hands continued jerking him. It was Valentines Day, least you could do was give him a show. “I could never get tired of this with you.”
“I asked because I don’t want you to get bored of what I’m doing.” You answer his question between drags of your tongue on the underside of his cock, following one particularly throbbing vein that had him his cock jerking and him twisting at the sheets a bit more. You were glad these were nice expensive sheets, they held up alot better than others had when you were doing this to Curtis.
“You could do this everyday for the rest of my life, Pretty Girl and I would still not be bored with it. If you ever think I am, kick my ass please, because what you do with your mouth makes me feel so good.” His head banged back against the headboard with a guttered groan, his eyes closing and his jaw clenching momentarily. “So fucking good.”
You could feel heat creep up your neck and burn your face all while looking so happy and turned on. Your hands slow down as you hover close to him, inches away from pushing Curtis down your throat. “This is my favorite you know? Swallowing you makes me so…” You never finish before your lips are stretching over him and you eased him deeper each time you withdrew with flutters of your tongue teasing him.
“Fucking turned on, I know. Another reason I love when you give me head, it makes you so wet and needy Honey.” He grunted out while fisting his hand into your hair, pushing and pulling you a little harder than the last time you had done this and you gave up the control. Now he lifted his hips with each push of your head and you gripped his thighs to hold onto something while trying not to gag when his tip pushed against the back of your mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You heard him pant with each push and pull. Your eyes lifted to see his chest heaving, all his muscles rippling with the effort to hold off. Tendons stood out sharply on his neck while his jaw clenched before some part of him let go cause he was forceful pushing you down the length of his cock, a hand wrapping around your neck to feel him pulsing there and he released.
Thick heavy spurts you had no choice but to swallow until he loosened his hold and you could pull back.
“Fuck” You heard him groan one more time. Easing back to sit back on your heels, you swiped your tongue around your lips and gulped in air while giving him a grin, happy to see him still trying to recover. When you started making your way to the edge of the bed, Curtis suddenly grabbed at your arm, stopping you from getting up. “Where you going Honey?”
You smiled, while looking over your shoulder. “Just go get cleaned up Curtis, I promise to be right back.” He didn’t give you a chance though, instead you were dragged back into the bed at his side while he reached behind him for the box of tissues the hotel offered on all the nightstands.
“Just a minute Honey, please?” Curtis was sure to ask as you wiggled back comfortably next to him. “I just… need a few minutes with you before you disappear.”
You should have known better, Curtis always held you after sex and this was no exception for him, the man craving the connection and intimacy after the rush.
“Of course Curtis.” You snagged a few kleenex before he tossed the box, wiping around your mouth and chin. Curtis was patient enough to let you finish before he was tugging you against him again, wrapping an arm around you. You snuggled in, your head resting on his bicep as you rolled to your side to face him. “Do I still look a mess?” You knew you did, your hair hadn’t even been brushed yet, you haven’t had a chance to wash your face or brush your teeth. Curtis let his hand brush through your hair, giving a grin.
“Fucking sexy as hell with the ‘I just woke up and went down on my man’ look. Sorry if I yanked on your hair more than usual.” He massaged his fingers against your scalp.
“You didn’t, I like it when you do that.” You nuzzled in his bicep before pulling up to lean against his chest and trace the intricate eagle across his pec. “How do you feel about flying home today?”
“Noted” He muttered as you felt Curtis sigh, a satisfied one, like he was still riding the high you gave him. “Mmh, good about it. As much as I loved our first big getaway, I’m ready for home.” You slid your touch away from the eagle and went to tangle in his chain, playing with the pendant between your fingers. Home, it really did feel like home now. You couldn’t wait to get back to see everyone. Settle back into Curtis’s place and your apartment. “How about you, you ready to go back to Duluth?”
You smiled up at him and nodded. “I think I really am, I was just thinking about it and it actually feels like home. More like home then Lake George did those last few years I was living there.”
Curtis let his touch drift, tracing patters against your back. “Honey, why did you think I was going to be bored of having sex with you?”
You should have known this was coming, you had sprung it out of nowhere at him. Giving a little shrug, you looked up at him, refusing to shy away from the question, especially knowing that he would draw it out of you eventually. “Because I don’t want being with me to ever feel like something you have to do. I know I don’t feel that way, but if you do, I want to know. I just don’t want to become blindsided one day by not doing enough, or being adventurous enough for you. That you need more then I am willing to give.” Curtis hand stopped the patterns on your back, his palm heavy against the small of your back. It radiated a sudden tension in him. “Did that happen to you before me?” He asked softly and you nodded.
“Jake…well, he claimed he was frustrated that we were so boring in bed, same old, same old. He was a mess when he told me, asking for forgivness and stupid me, I did. I really thought we could figure it out, but I look back on it all now, the signs were there, I just chose to ignore them hoping it would change for us, that I could be enough for him to love me.” You give a small smile, reaching up to smooth your fingers over the wrinkles in Curtis’s forehead to smooth them out, he was being quiet for now but you could feel the sharp rise of his anger towards your ex. “But with you, it’s different. You want me to be open and honest about what I want from you. Just like I want to give you those same things, I want to hear what you’re thinking, if you are satisfied and feeling seen from me.”
Curtis was silent a moment, seeming to process what you said. You started to wonder if you finally shocked him, went too far finally.
“Honey, let me just be super blunt right now. I love all of it. Fuck if we just did missionary for the rest of our time, I will love the fuck out of it. We want to explore some kinks? Lets look them up and try them out if we are both comfortable with it. But, I am never going to get tired of anything we do Pretty Girl. Some days will be better than others, that’s just the normal, but that won’t mean I’m bored of you.” He went quiet again, resuming his hand rubbing warmly against your back. “I want us to start talking about it in moments like this.”
You looked at him confused by what he meant. “Like this?”
“Yeah, it’s just you and I in bed together, we’re intimate here, there is no need to feel like either of us can’t voice our needs or wants like this. No one is going to interrupt this time for us.” Curtis smirked a bit, grasping your chin and easing you up enough to place a kiss on your mouth. “What better time to really talk about it then when we’re cuddling?”
Thinking over what he said, it did make sense. These moments, both of you were feeling nothing but relaxed and open with one another. You also had learned that Curtis very much was a physically affectionate person, cuddling was one of his natural go to’s, so there was plenty of moments for you both to practice this.
“I can do that.” You nodded and then settled back in close so your body was pressed in close, feeling warm and content right now. The shower could wait till later.
The airplane ride went smooth, as could be on a holiday. Thankfully quickly you both were settled in your seats, Curtis seemingly much more relaxed this time than the ride to Florida. You suspected that the morning spent enjoying the hotel room before checking out and the promise that they would be back home was making him have an easier time. While seated, you were sending one last goodbye to Jade, informing her that you two were just about to take off back to Minnesota when you felt Curtis set something on your lap.
“What’s this?” you asked as you took in the medium sized box on your lap.
“Part of your valentines gift Honey.” Curtis said while stuffing his carry on back into the overhead.
“Valentines gift? I thought we weren’t going to do that.” you curiously pulled the ribbon on the box in your lap, unable to hide the excitement in your expression while Curtis settled back next to you.
“Well, I wanted to celebrate anyways, and this is as much for me to enjoy as you.” He dipped his head to kiss your shoulder affectionately before gesturing towards the box.
You removed the ribbon and paused before opening the box. “I’m kind of glad you did this. Now I can give you your gift I have at the apartment.” You confessed, making him laugh that you both claimed to want to miss Valentine’s Day and yet had gotten each other a gift anyways.
“It’s like I already knew, Honey, now go ahead, open it.” He encouraged and you finally removed the lid, to peek inside.
Pulling back some soft pink crinkly tissue paper to find what was inside, you gave a appreciative gasp at what you found. The fabric was a mellow honeyed yellow, wide straps led down to a neckline you personally loved in your dresses. It was a soft flowy material and you didn’t dare pull it out of the box but could tell that it would fall well below your knees. Tiny off white buttons secured the front of it closed “Curtis, I love this. It’s even in the correct size, I didn’t know you knew.”
“I thought you might, I saw it out front of a shop near where Frank works. I double checked with Jade about the size, I didn’t want to get the wrong one. But I was picturing you wearing it this summer around the house and backyard…” His gaze was soft, faraway as if picturing it again before snapping back to the present, a bit of color rising in his cheeks. He cleared his throat suddenly and shrugged. “It just seemed to be made for you Honey.”
The gift caught you by surprise, it wasn’t just money given to you, or something two sizes too small in a style you wouldn’t ever wear as your past had been with your previous relationship. You put the cover back on it to keep it clean and leaned over to share a kiss with Curtis, your hand coming up to cup his cheek affectionately. “I can’t wait to wear this for you.”
That little interested flare in his eyes made you grin. “I can’t wait either.”
Warnings- Seeing how much of an asshole and abusive Jake was and the stark differences life with Curtis is now.
A/N- I had a shitty day, it put me in a sad mood. This is me just making it feel a little better somehow. Much love always.
Masterlist
“You make it such a job to be with you sometimes Y/N.” Jake sneered at you as he came into your shared bedroom, his glance looking you up and down as you stood waiting for him at the edge of the bed. Your fingers plucked nervously at the soft yellow nightie you bought today for him, making your gut tumble and your chest ache that you had disappointed him.
“You don’t-”
“No, you should change.” He whisked past you into the closet to change out of his suit. You felt tears well up as you went to do as he said. All day you had anticipated this night, he had been sending you flirty messages all day with the promise that after his outing with other business associates, he wanted you.
You were so excited all day, had spent hours at the mall finding just the right nightie to surprise him with and you felt everything in you crumble cause you messed up. Why didn’t you just go with the tried and true that always turned Jake on?
Seemingly getting yourself together, you changed out of the yellow one, stuffing it back in the shopping bag while dashing to your dresser to go for the one he always claimed he liked…
You know, if you lost ten more pounds, then it would actually fit comfortably. But now you squeezed into it, glancing at the closet. “How was your time out Jake?”
“Fine.” Came a clipped tone before he stepped back out. Beautiful Jake, he never worried about his body with his fine toned abs on display.
You could almost time Jake by his time at the gym, daily as he once teased that he had to go every day cause his “girl had some extra cushion” at your first dinner party you did for his business associates and clients.
You perched on your side of the bed, watching him cautiously as his gaze roamed you again, this time approval in his bright blue eyes. “That’s better Y/N. You know I like red, it’s a sexy color.”
“I’m sorry, I was just trying out something new.” You plucked at the too tight red outfit. An oversized hand cupped against your cheek, digging into pudge your cheek just a bit so you could feel him.
“You don’t have to Y/N, I like this one. Why can’t you just buy another like this?”
You blinked up at him, letting your hands settle on his touching you. An attempt to have him soften a bit, but you didn’t push any further than that.
“I promise to return it tomorrow Jake.” You smiled in your attempt to make him happy.
“Well what’s done is done… doesn’t really matter now.” He shrugged it off, letting go to turn off the lights on the nightstand. Jake pushed you back into the pillows, laying himself over you to kiss you, his hands groping at you in the dark.
“Honey? Where you go?” You felt the memory fade away, Curtis standing across from the table as he set his lunch box down by the sink and shrug off his jacket.
“Oh I- I guess you caught me by surprise.” You shrugged with a smile, pushing your reading glasses back up your nose while glancing down at the pile of papers you had spread across his dining room table.
Rolling up his sleeves, Curtis prepared to wash his hands free of the grime that came with working on train engines all day. “All I said was you looked damn good Honey?”
As he was washing his hands, you pushed up from your seat to wrap your arms around his middle. He smelled so good and you let your cheek rest against his back, between flexing shoulder blades. He tensed a second but relaxed in your hold. “Well, I’m just in my comfy at home clothes Curtis.”
You felt him flex with his movements, pressing your face into his plaid shirt and giving a kiss affectionately between his shoulder blades. Curtis turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry his hands as he turned in your hold, facing you. “Honey-” He tossed the towel on the counter to hang up afterward, his clean warm hand coming to cup your face in a gentle touch.”You are wearing your comfy in my home clothes.”
You couldn’t help the grin that spread on your face, the slight wrinkle of the tip of your nose that made him break out in a grin as well. “They are the same ones as the ones at my own apartment. You like that I'm wearing them here?”
“Oh very much so Honey, it is one of my favorite outfits of yours.” Curtis's thumb and forefinger gripped your chin lightly to tilt you up to press an affectionate kiss to your lips. “How about you finish up those papers and I will start dinner quickly and jump in the shower.”
You pressed in closer, relishing the feeling of being loved right here in Curtis’s kitchen. “You go on up, I can get it in the oven. I’m almost done for tonight.”
Do not think about Curtis beeing possessiv and leaving hickies where cloth cover them juuuust so. So every now and then it shows because of a movement you made. And don't think about how smug he would look every time . And for thr love of all that is holy don't think about how he has you wrapped in his arms,not letting you move away, while you squal, whimper and moan as he sucks dark purple bruises into you skin. While he is inside you. And because you squirm and clench around him he does it overly excessive-it just feels so good to him. Don't think about that
Try not to think about it, try not to think about it, try not to thi- FUCK,
You just had to encourage this so suffer with me V.
It's All Fun And Games
Short Drabble
Warnings- Possessive fucking
It was all innocent, Curtis knew that. But it did nothing to quell the possessive little flame that started in his gut that just wouldn't be extinguished.
You had gone up to the bar to get another round from Paulie for the group. Curtis had stayed behind to take his shot and then followed along behind you with the empty glasses when he saw it unfold.
The stranger at the bar had managed to crowd you between him and the bar, tilted his head closer to you to hear what you were saying and his hand flexed at his side before reaching to touch your arm and dropping his head back to laugh.
Curtis truly found a roar building in his chest at this man flirting with you. All cleaned in a suit and not a hair out of place, you were completely caught up in what he was saying before pulling around to grab the fresh pitcher.
"Oh, there is Curtis right now. Curtis, this is Jim Dobyne, the history teacher for eigth grade." You said, not sensing the way Curtis was eyeing him up and down while Dobyne seemed to do the same in those few quiet seconds before both men reached to shake hands.
It was shortly after that Curtis had brought you out to the car. Thinking you guys were headed back to his house you went to buckle yourself in. "You won't be needing that." He dropped the driver's seat down and caught you by surprise when he maneuvered you into his lap.
"Curtis!" You yelped in surprise while sprawled against him. He didn't give you the room to pull away from him although the protest died in your throat as he kissed you. A possessive kiss where his tongue claimed yours and you melted against him. "Right here?" You managed to whine out when gasping for air. You barely caught the glimmer in his eyes, the bars neon lights just enough to let you see him.
"Right here Honey. Sit up." He pushed himself up, pushing you too while his hands roamed under your shirt to knead your breasts and go back to kissing your neck, making you wither in his lap. His mouth was working all your tender spots, making you arch and grind into his lap. "I saw him looking at you and..."
"And what Curtis?" You grasped the back of his head when his teeth latched near your collarbone, encouraging for more as you ground against his groin. "thought he was going to make a move?"
That elicited a growl that sent a rush spiraling through you. Right in your core, your panties clung to you and his rough hands rucked your skirt around your waist while he pushed your panties aside. There was no mistaking the sound- his fingers squelching in your aroused pussy, it made you ride his fingers. "He wouldn't get far Pretty Girl, but I saw it and wanted to-" He couldn't even finish, his mouth laying once more against the column of your neck, leaving bruising hickeys flush against your skin.
You knew Curtis really wasn't worried about Jim, but this possessive side in Curtis turned you on, you just wanted his cock pounding into you. So different from Jake. Jake strived to make you scared to talk to another man, Curtis just wanted to imprint himself on you so that you wouldn't forget him. Your hand fell to his pants, his erection straining and your arousal staining his jeans.
When you finally got his cock free, you felt your skin flushed with Curtis's possessive marks. You pushed against his wrist to move his hand from between his thighs and lifted to slide his cock through your drenched folds. Sinking on him made you throw your head back with a soft cry of pleasure.
A thrust from his hips had you join him, Curtis took his own pleasure in your cleavage peeking out the top of your shirt. You smelled good, and tasted even better. His soaked digits smeared against your bit of skin peeking from your shirt where he dragged his tongue through your essence.
You tasted as good as he remembered, sweet essence that he savored as his eyes lifted to watch you ride him. You panted as you chased your high with eyes screwed shut and fingers curled into his flannel button-up. "Oh god." You quivered and he fit his hands against your bouncing ass, grabbing on and easing you up and down while he steadily fucked up to meet you. "He never could Curtis." You chased faster, feeling him claim you inside just as he has done against your neck and collarbone. "Never could have me like this."
"Cause your mine." Curtis groaned out as your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him to pound as deep into you as possible and you slowed your bouncing for a second, grinding your clit messily against him.
"Cause I'm yours Curtis." You sped up, gasping as your ending was so close. "Come with me, please. I need you. Fill me cause I'm yours."
"I'm with you." He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you into his chest and bit into your shoulder, sucking a kiss in its place as he chased both of your endings, when he felt you gasp in a pleasured cry and shudder in his arms, melting against his chest, your face buried into the warmth of his neck while he released, keeping you flush against him as his cum kept coming, leaving you feeling him all through you. "Fuck Honey..." He groaned now, both of you clutching at each other in the now quiet. If you both were at that place, you would have told him you loved him.
Instead, you pressed gentle kisses against his tensed neck, your hand rubbing against his heaving chest, sharing it in other ways. "Hey... You know I would never-"
"I know Honey." Curtis cut you off while you shifted to sit up a bit to look down at him. His hands smoothed your skirt back over your ass and rubbed at your back. "I'm not worried. I just saw him looking at you a certain kinda way."
"Jim is married to his sweetheart, Grace. I promise he wouldn't ever ruin what he has with her." You chuckled softly, pressing your lips to his before muttering. "I don't think anyone will even question who I belong to. Marked me inside and out."
Curtis chuckled softly, tracing his thumb against your neck. "I might have gotten carried away a bit."
"I liked it." You bumped your nose against his. "Do you wanna go back in and finish that game or get out of here? I have some marking I feel like doing too."
It wasn't even a hard choice for Curtis. He reached around to turn on the car keys, making the car rumble to life while you pulled yourself off his lap and back into the passenger seat.
I think Curtis would look amazing with your juice all over his face 😏
Hell, I feel the same way! He would look incredible.
I'm gonna go back to my first Curtis series with this thought, he was my OG after all.
Curtis laid back in the bunk while pulling you to straddle him. You giggled at the sudden movement against his chest, peering up at him. "How do you have this much energy tonight?"
Glinting blue eyes peered at you from the shadows, his tongue lapping against his bottom lip. "I'm horny as fuck and hungry."
You snorted at him as you pushed yourself up to a sit, running your hands up and down his chest. "Hungry? I saw you in the mess car tonight Curtis." You cocked a look at him, a knowing teasing look. He scowled back up at you, his hands sliding up your thighs to grasp your hips. Nice full hips now, he was always squeezing them, appreciating you having filled out since they took over the front.
"I can be hungry for more than food Y/N." His hold tightened, knowing he was about to move you, easily. "Sometimes I just wanna slurp up your sweet juices."
You could feel yourself squirm against his belly, rubbing yourself in excitement. "I love it when you talk to me like this." You admitted, moving your touch off his chest to his beard, bristles that felt so good, they would feel even better scratching between your thighs.
"Get that dripping pussy up here so I can get a taste." His hold lifted you, making you whimper as your knees landed on either side of his head and you hovered.
This was part of the game, see how long he could hold out till he pushed you down. Tonight it was only seconds when he yanked you forward, tumbling you to land on his face. Curtis's beard brushed your inner thighs till they trembled and his face buried in your pussy with his tongue flattening against you, pushing between folds to lap at you.
You braced your hand against the thrumming train wall to hold yourself up, tilting your head back with closed eyes, sinking into the feeling of Curtis holding you against his face. You rocked against his face, with his help gyrating you. Soon your folds were soaked, your huffs of exertion picking up and you felt a warmth flood you as you pressed against him, sighing out his name.
"Mmh, Curtis... " You pulled up slightly and glanced down at Curtis, his mouth and beard glistening but he was glaring up at you.
"Nuh uh Sweetheart, I'm not nearly finished." His hands pushed you back down, muffling him. "You still got a few more in you and I'm starving."
His grunts vibrated through you while you arched to ride his face again. This time you ripped off the beanie on his head that he wore to keep him warm and scratched your nails against his scalp, driving you mindless once again.
