But having Erik eating you out from behind as you routinely pass the rolled plant is a relaxing moment while dealing with the stresses that came from the turmoil of school, work, and other conflicting moments. Senses were now driving into a sea of nirvana as the feeling of his warm tongue lapping against your folds, while the strong taste of smoke lingers around the inside of your mouth, it was a gift to be under him-to be treated like fine delicacy.
The work of his mouth brought more pleasure to the nerves that screamed for more underneath. Arching your back to glide yourself more closer to his mouth, heading no mind to the bits of fallen ashes that dropped from the blunt. His face buried inside of you, with the starting noises of growls that vibrated on the surface of your skin. Dragging out a soft mewl, one of your free hands softly caressed the short dreads that hung from the side of his forehead.
“Fuck. More, please.” The words dripped in a sensual tone as you continued to grind yourself on his face. Erik knew you enjoyed the tongue work and smacked your ass with acknowledgement.
“More of what?” Propping himself up, he brings on of his hands to idly stroke your wet folds that were glistening with saliva and the wetness that secreted from your body. A helpless whine came from the raspy voice as you tried to suppress the moans that were dying to come out. “Getting fucked by my mouth?” A question aroused while still toying with every button in your body, awaiting for your response as you helplessly squirm around his fingers. “Pass that shit and I’ll think about it. You’ve been holding on it for too long.”
With that, you waited patiently until he was down to the last piece, yet, you didn't mind about the random praises they came from him as he was feeling the rich textures of your hair.
Author’s Note : Yeah, what is this? I don’t even know what I’m typing. Also, fun fact, it’s really hard to write up stories while it’s raining outside. I have no idea why but, it doesn’t get the inspiration juices going when I write with the sun out. Strange.
Warnings : None in particular
It’s early in the morning. Stretching your limbs out in the bed you notice that Chris’s presence was gone. Lazily running your hand to the spot that he rested in, a smile appeared on your face before letting out a dragged yawn. The man was sometimes a light sleeper, usually up in the middle of night whispering to you that he couldn’t sleep and want someone to talk to about random things. Or, just loved to wake up at the early of dawn and get a few exercises to start off the day. You begin to question his disappearance until the aroma of coffee went through your senses, including the faint sounds of music. The relaxing atmosphere was soon to set in for you as you lazed about on the bed, not wanting to get up and check on him. Whatever he was doing, it was surely bringing you into a world filled with nothing but relaxation. A sense of peacefulness for the two of you as their was no interruptions to interfere with this morning.
The aroma grew stronger as your vision began to blur out due to sleepiness. A muscular figure was hazily shown, along with something that held in one of his hands-steaming rising out from it. You want to greet him in your lazy like manner, to give him a kiss on the check and question him what type of coffee flavor that is, but, drowsiness had overtaken you while letting out another dragged yawn. Inside the room, you could hear a low rupture of laughter coming from Chris as he put the unintelligible object on the night stand.
“Morning. I made you some coffee. Though, I wonder if you would want to drink it now?” Doubt rises into Chris as he looks back at the mug and then you, who was knocked out while trying to gather some words in response to his.
““But, it’ll get cold...” You complained, covering yourself with the cozy comforter that was wrapped snug around your body. “Then, I’ll brew you a fresh batch when you wake up, okay?” Bringing his fingers to your hair, Chris slowly stroked them before planting a kiss on your forehead. As he started to leave the room, endless thoughts came running through your mind as you dozed off to sleep again. Everyday you wished it could be like this.
And, everyday, you wished that it’ll never be this cold again.
Sebastian Stan (think of gossip girl days) / Chris Evans (also think of 2001-2005 Chris) / Female Reader
Warnings : Underage Characters, Sexual content, and drug usage.
Author’s Note : Another original piece turned into fanfiction. Living that wild life to the fullest. Nothing special. Why were their lives cooler than mine when being teenagers? Also, I have so many headcannons to share but, that’ll be for another day. And, I can’t write threesomes for nothing.
Nothing but the traces of the night before, covered in unorganized clutter, the rays of the sun peaking in cracks behind the curtains, and the underwear belonging to two strangers and I. One with a personality that screamed to be awkwardly social in his surroundings but comes to break through his shell when interacting with well known acquaintances. And another one that shows a false self by being the well-known guy in school. A jack of trades, to put it short. But , once all doors are closed the public don't see him as the guy who thinks up insane ideas and brings them to life, especially in this situation that we're all in.
A bottle of Jack Daniels, paired up with some strong weed will put two guys who have a great sense of creativity into one hell of a mess.
Alcohol is one hell of an invention to bring people into a false state of enjoyment, yet, the fun ran out quickly for me. I wasn't on the strong side of drinking and yet, for some reason, I always became jealous of how Chris can down something so high in alcohol proof. From my assumptions, strong stomachs do go far in people like him. Now, the only fun that it lead was a head-splitting headache with the spastic aches surrounding my muscles.
I became the first one to be awaken by pain and suffering. You should call me the chosen one to deal with such agony. With the spasm being too unbearable, I tried to turn my body to the opposite side where the nightstand was placed but then, getting lucky with bad luck, I saw the last person who I shouldn't be waking up with.
A Cheshire-like grin slowly appeared on his face with the hint of sleepiness.
"How was last night?" An unanswered question came over me as I tried to reach the muscle relaxers that were laying across the stand. With so many failed attempts to reach them, I'll probably weaken my own arm until he sluggishly grabbed two pills and gave them to me.
"Need water?"
I answered that question by swallowing the pills and turning back to the other side, face in front of another guy that was sounded asleep, with snoring and sleep-talking about the fullness of breasts galore.
Scoffing out of irritation he tousled my black hair and said, "I didn't know you can still do that. Thought that grown out since you were a kid?"
"I lied." Telling him the truth, I was trying to get into a comfortable position before his hands finally crossed over to my bare shoulder blades. Being seductive won't get your way out of this one.
"Man, last night was one hell of a fuck."
"Learn to properly use English." I retorted back groggily. A sucking noise from his teeth came back in retaliation.
"I guess last night fucked up my brain. Making it hard to communicate with others around me." A dragged out yawn came from him as he propped his head with the back of his hands, slowly looking around at his surroundings while I try not to holler out in pain, not waking the other guy up from his sleep.
"You can't even communicate with me, and we're friends." I chuckled under my breath before letting out a small hiss from the movements of my legs trying to get into a comfortable position.
"Anyways, is Sebastian up?"
"Yeah, he told me that he was going in the kitchen to get something to eat." He looked at me for a brief moment while turning to the bare opening of my vagina.
"He must have did a good number on you. You were all fucked out."
I couldn’t help but to let out a short giggle in response, "His techniques were so good on you, he might have fucked you into another reality.." Both of us are trying to stop the hysterical laughter that came upwards to our mouths. Stiffing every chuckle, we tried to get our best attention to something else in particular from last night. And that was,
"But,_____, did I hurt you anywhere or something?" Redness grew quickly into my cheeks as I shuffled underneath the covers. "No,Chris. I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." A sigh of relief came out as he turned to face the back of me, slowly bringing his fingers to trace the lines of my collarbone.
Sometimes, the man can be the definition of a hopeless romantic.
"Just making sure." A brief moment of silence came around us until I broke the ice with something I would say deemed awkward. "But still, it was kind of hot. You and I making out while Sebastian was eating you out, then I was whispering all kinds of kinky things. 'Do you like the way his tongue works along your wet folds ' or 'It's cute how you are getting turned on by this, you little slut' and all other things. What a naughty little thing you are." I looked over at the corner of the bed and then at Chris.
"You should watch your mouth."
A light chuckle came from the guy on the other side of me while beginning to get from the bed that was littered with used condoms, butts to appear from joints or cigarettes, and a pair of unclaimed socks. Looking around the trashed room he then let out a sigh before putting on a undershirt. "I know this may sound crazy, but, I want everything to be like this all of the time." I looked at him with a puzzled expression. What did he mean?
"You know, to live carefree like this all the time. Not giving a damn about the little or big things in life and being able to do something of your worth." He then grabbed his glasses that were laying by his feet and wiped the fogged lenses with his shirt. "Life will never be fair but, as long as we got one another, then everything will be fine." Putting his glasses on he faces the back of my head again and strokes the fine strands of my hair. "I wish it was more like this, but, less fucked, you get what I mean?"
"I know." I replied back with sincerity in my voice, knowing full well that the words he was speaking was the truth. If there was a pause button, we would press it instantly. To get away from the boredom of life in general, especially being a teenager with one year shy away to becoming an adult. It's difficult to grasp a concept of being a good little girl, trying to impress your parents and teachers, and other senseless stuff that wouldn't let you be prepared for the real depths of our world. Then, I came to realize something. The guy who is sitting next to me, the one that I'll always shoot the shit with just about everything, drink until dawn to talk about our problems in life-whenever it may be school, work, or personal things, and the one who I always put my trust with when things don't go in my favor. He is the one that fully understands our problems and knows that we'll survive this together.
"But still, I'm glad you're with me on this." I turned to face him and out of nowhere (and not not even hearing the sound of the door opening by any chance) I see Sebastian who left the bed previously performing a blowjob on him. All this talking about trying to bond in the most difficult times and I didn't even notice the faint sounds of moaning, groaning, and one 'Fuck, that feels so good'.
"And you need to get on this too." He grunted while roughly grabbed Sebastian’s lock of hair and forcing him to use a deep throat technique.
Summary : You and Chris found it difficult to spend some quality time together, that is until a rainy day brings more to the table.
Author’s note : A nasty headache, feeling light headed, and right now I just want to take a nap. I’m sorry that I failed everyone.
Another weekday rises, with a high chance of rain that is going to be nonstop for the rest of the whole evening. You briefly remembered the plans that you and Chris wrote out for this evening early in the day, a night that could only insist of dining and attending a movie afterwards. It’s been a while that you and Chris made amends to get together, and the hassle of the work life wasn’t even better for the two of you. He was always gone while you were caught up in your own work, only with having to give him one single sentence when coming in the door or just giving him a kiss on the cheek-asking about his day. This routine had grown to lack with love and each and every day, you knew that this couldn’t continue on like this. And yet, here you are stuck in with him in the bedroom organizing miscellaneous items that covered the room.
Guess the rain brought something good after all.
This time, the bond between Chris and yourself can bond even stronger.
“Finally.” Chris sighed while looking at you with a soft smile. Being occupied with your surroundings you could almost felt the starring presence of those bold eyes as you face towards him with a smile similar to his. “Yeah, you get to have me for the whole night.” Your tone was laced with a tease. “Got any plans that we can finally act on?” Crawling to the opposite side of the bed where Chris was laying at, you placed your forehead on the side of his cheek while wrapping one of his hands into yours.
“Hmm.” The man idly stroked his beard.
“What is it?”
“I actually do have something in mind. Actually, I want to question you about it.”
“Oh?” Curiosity came to place as you wonder what question he wants to ask you about. Even thinking about made your heart skip a little in your chest. No beating around the bush, you secretly demanded him to ask the question that made you came on the edge of caution. Chris slowly brought his lips to your ears and said something that left your wording filled with stuttering and nonsense.
“Is that collection of toys under your bed yours?” A question so ribald that you couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes again. How could he have known? Well, the question was so oblivious that you could have sworn that the man knew but, still, in your mind you had to know why would that even come to mind.
A repetitive ‘uh’ only came out as an answer as you frantically look around the room, trying to passively ignore the subject and the results only came with no success. Damn that Chris. He knew when to push the right buttons for you to become an embarrassing mess, and it worked like a charm.
You were now captured in front of him.
“I take that as a ‘yes’.” He chuckled darkly, leaving traces of gentle bite marks around your outer ear.
“No-no, you don’t understand. T-that’s….”Lost for words, you began to put pieces of missing phrases together in confusion until a finger was brought to your lips to seal the nonsensical words spewing from your trembling mouth.“No need to be embarrassed, ______.”Reassuring that everything was fine, Chris gently run his fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you down.“There’s no need in being ashamed, in fact,” Kissing you on the forehead, Chris brought one of his hands down under the bed and searched for one of the toys hidden in your stash. Looking at him with a worrisome face, you then saw Chris brought out one of the vibrations meant for clitoral stimulation. A shade of red dances across your cheeks as your head turns away from facing him. Seeing that you weren’t giving him your full attention, Chris let out a heartfelt laugh before testing out the different speeds and motions.
“I really want to test it out on you. If you don’t mind, that is.”
You let out an irritated sigh before coming to terms with Chris’s plan for tonight. It may not be watching movies with him, but it sure beats the hell out of not being able to spend some personal time with one another.
“As long as you’ll have me writhing in the bed making me squirt, by all means.”
Warnings : Mentions of anal stimulation, some people might not be fond of this
Author’s Note : 【Ｐｏｏｒ Ｓｅｂｂｙ】. What was I doing in this story? Also, I do love a submissive Sebastian. Who else would?
"Beg." A voice raised with demand as you slowly got on your knees and face the man who was tied on both ends of the front and back frame. The sounds of faint squeaking arises when writhing in frustration occurred by you slowly inserting a well-known toy that he uses in the bedroom with you. He wants you to stop yet, you wouldn't let him off so easily. Deep inside, you knew he loved to submit to every chance that he got from you. To eat at the palm of your hand while begging to be punished or something in particular that will take his pride away. All he knows is that by sprawling his legs, providing you the consent to act on unforgivable things to his body, it was entering a world mixed with heaven and hell.
"I cant." A wounded-like cry came out from Sebastian as he resisted the urge to escape from the restraints, including to lose control from holding the orgasm that could fall and take over in any mere minute. The miserable man. You want to end his struggle early, but, the sadistic side in you merely want to bask in it more. A strong-willed, charismatic man like Sebastian turns easily into a person that begs for more. To be fucked with over and over, teased towards the point of insanity, and being praised for how 'good' he was while being under your control. No one but you could see this side of him, and it was a very damn good side of him. "Then you'll just have to do it yourself then. Poor, Sebby." The torment grew to be too much for him to handle yet, you were loving every minute of this. An anal bead that was used for stimulating a certain area inside him started to slowly pump in and out of him. Observing how the wet and red hole swallowed every inch of a bead made the view more erotic as it ever been. Not to mention the sounds of hin wailing out for more, begging to be touched rather than something made out of random material. To push his limits even further, you then saw one of the miniature vibrators laying across the edge of the bed and grasp it in reach. Pushing random buttons that the vibrator was meant to function with, a low guttural sound came from Sebastian's pursed lips. "No, please." One of your eyebrows raised up in false confusion as you slowly brought the vibrator to his balls, while the other hand was occupied with removing the anal beads and thrusting it back inside him, causing him to let out a desperate whine. "Oh? Does my little boy not like this."Cooing your words only escalated Sebastian's problem as he furiously shook his head in attempt to disagree."I love it but-" "But, what? After all the things I did for you, you're still complaining?"The hand that was moved from the toy took its place on his cock, moving in a vigorous pace almost enough to make Sebastian cry out in agony."No, ______. Please!"
"Please, what?" The sounds of irritation spat from your tone of voice as you looked over to see the man flushed in a shade of pink with sweat beads rolling down to the sides of his temples. "I need to come. I need to come so fucking bad, baby." A devilish smirk grew across your face as your pace went to be faster, causing the worn out man to scream out in frustration before giving into temptation and growled out a feral-like tone before dropping into the sea of pleasant bliss.
"Fuck..." The words slowly drawled out on his lips while a cover of white mess continually splashes over your hand. No matter how hard he tried to hold back, your hands were too good for him. A sense of satisfaction conflicted with the sense of disappointment in your conscious as you look over to the now tired Sebastian, flinging his head back in relief while the visible contractions of muscles were shown in his arms and legs. You were amazed at how well he held his own, surprisingly enough to made it this far. Guess that meant those little 'lessons' with him grew to be quite the help.
"Such a shame, Sebby. I thought you would hold out longer than this."Joining him in his personal afterglow, you gently run your fingers through his hair, not aware of the fact that he was sound deep asleep due to the intense moment of his orgasm. A sympathetic smile crept on your face as you kissed him on the forehead while continually massaging his scalp.
"Maybe you could last longer with a vibrator on your cock." You spoke to yourself in the room. From that moment, you digressed about the plan but that little sadistic side of yours had you wrapped around her finger.
You just pray that hopefully Sebastian won't think any less of you in the bedroom.
I don't know, but, the man might have a thing for sex toys. You know it doesn't have to be exclusive for women. Vibrators, anal beads, and even dildos. You didn't care if the man had a preference to a toy, all you wanted was to see him go to work with having to let out a moan every second as you comment on how 'slutty' he was in front of you. Plus, this could be a good time to take some pictures of him being a mess-coming undone with toy in his ass or on his cock. Added on with saying stuff as, “You love being slutty for me. Don’t you?” or “Such a good boy.”
