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Innocent boyfriends Fluff

Here is my master list of innocent boyfriends which are just fluff. A little bit of kissing & slight smut but not to much.

Probably not a good idea for minors to read but still these aren’t major. The pictures are just inspiration for the story please pick the man you want it to be.

The Villa beyond the Stairs

How to Micromanage a Micromanager

The Fashion of Three Words

Water Melon Beach Passion

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The Famous not so innocent & innocent boyfriend fics

Time for some famous linked fics, as always the pictures are just for reference. Please pick any famous person you want.

Warnings not all of these are 18 plus but a lot of them are so this is your warning. There’s a lot of smut in some of these.

I Feel So Rough

Dramatic Agreements

Creeps, Heroes & Layers

Appetites

A Prize Worth Winning

Late Night Reading

Withholding A Lifetime of Adventures

A Driven Lunch

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The Not So Innocent Boyfriends Fic:- Do You Trust Me?

maybe spending all of Saturday night freaking out wasn’t the best idea,but some lines helped provide some inspiration.

Warning this gets a bit Explicit, Smut Smut Smut. Flirting, cheating, bulling, manipulation, swearing, pleasuring, dirty talk, showers, & some pining. Fluff & emotional turmoil at points, being self conscious plays a part. Established relationship. We talk Sex but the details about the Sex are left out for the majority of it, let your mind think about what really happens at that stage peoples. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything off the list

Once again the photo is the inspiration behind the story. It can be any man you want it to be, it doesn’t have to be the man in the photo. Thanks for reading.

“If she so much as twitches” you start, sitting in the hotel room with your “friends” watching a horror movie “then I’m not watching anymore, it’s getting too much for me” you had only just started watching horror, but hadn’t yet branched into zombie films yet. The group had suggested watching this during the day of your autumnal hiking holiday, on a day it was too windy & drizzly to go walking up the mountains. All of men in your group had headed off to go get supplies, or watch basket ball so you’d all agreed to have a pamper afternoon, which had ended up being this horror film. You pulled the pillow to your face & hid as the last girl standing in-the film was slowly turned. “Seriously” Megan looked at you & paused the film. “You can deal with people who are monsters in real life, but not a fictional zombie?” She wasn’t happy you were doing this. Others were jumping or going ahh at times but you were the one she’d taken offence at. “Look I know we’re half way though act 3, so I’ll just go in the bathroom until your finished” & you shuffled away & sat on the cold floor tiles, waiting for your fiancé to return.

What you had no idea about 15miles down the road was that your fiancé was having his own issue. Most of the guys here he knew & was friends with but Damien, he knew very little about. He was very quiet & always didn’t say anything so he was trying to talk to him to bring him out of his shell while getting cookies & beagles for tomorrows hike. “I love her man but she’s so bosy” Damien says “Megan controls everything & is so clingy. She’s all up for this hiking trip to get the perfect snap but then to get her to do anything other than that perfect post is a waste of time” “try & talk to her” your fiancé says. “That’s how all relationships are built & trust” “oh we can’t all just be the perfect couple like you two” & Damien rolls his eyes at him “we’re not perfect” “oh that’s all Megan talks about when we get back to the room each night, how you help each other, how you help others, how your both leaders, she’s jealous” he pauses “I think she’d rather be with one of you than with me” you fiancé stops dead in his tracks & Remembers something Megan said 3 nights ago at the bar when youd left for the bathroom. “You know you’d have a better time with someone completely opposite to you right” he’d not thought about it at the time to consumed in his drink & waiting for your return, but now he was concerned. “Damien we need to get these & head back, I need to check something” his head is shaking & he is panicking, after he remembers that she basically offered herself to him. “but James has the car keys” he sighs. Your fiancé is very concerned about the fact he’s left you alone with some very bitchy woman, who may be gunning for you & trying to ruin your relationship.

The films over & everyone’s painting nails. Sarah has already asked why you’ve gone for dark blue as it’s so not your colour & there’s been a few other side remarks. These aren’t your normal girl friends, but a 2 week camping & lake trip sounded brilliant, an excuse to get out of the city, meet some of your fiancés old school friends & just live a little. & it had been going well until 2 days ago when Megan started being a bit more of a bitch than you expected & the horror film had just ramped it up now. You sat there & listened to them moan about everything & everyone. & then they got onto him & you just stayed quiet like you had for most of the day, you were still getting to know these people & didn’t want to upset them. But then she asked you “does he even know what to do with a tramp like you?”

You looked startled. At no point had you ever talked about your past or history & you had never been a tramp or overly sleeping around. “Im sorry” you asked back sternly “I mean look at you. You do not deserve a man of such fine circumstances. You should be ashamed at dragging him down to that level. Why would he want to be with you. Bad teeth, atrocious accent, the worst fashion sense ever & someone who’s clearly in this for his money” you were appalled at what she said about you. You try & interrupt her but she says the words “well you do have decent real boobs I guess, that’s what comes with being fat” & 3 of the other 5 girls laugh with her & point & mock. One of the others isn’t paying attention & the other looks at you & mouths im sorry. You’re not skinny but you are not fat. You may have a few rolls, but you’d always had some. You’d also in the last few years lost some weight & was one dress size away from where you wanted to me. He’d actually mentioned recently, when you had to buy new trousers for this trip, that there was less of your to hold now but that he’d love you whatever your weight (he’d actually first asked you out 2 dress seizes up from your current state).

You sit there & don’t respond with the rest of the room still laughing. You just want to finish your nails & then go back to your room, where he won’t be to much longer. But the sniggers & jives continue. You ignore them for as long as possible until the line “well if you asked, he’s put a ring on her finger, long enough so he can see all of us & pick one of us as his bride instead.” “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” You exclaim & the giggles stop. “I am here to go on a nice hiking holiday, make some friends who mean the world to my fiancé & all you’ve done for the last 8 days I’ve been here, is belittling me” you do your death stare at them focusing at the end at Megan “bloody hell love, no need to get all pissy & insecure” she replies “go for a hike to sort your head out” she says “& then maybe when you come back your partner would have had a real woman instead, because you aren’t one” & one of her little group high fives her.

You sit there in silence, your shoulders shaking as you finish your last coat of varnish. You then stand up & grab your coat, phone & keys “ooh she is off on a hike, got to do that climb at least 200 times too, to lose a pound” Meagan laughs. “Trust” you state abruptly & the room falls silent. “A relationship is built on trust & honesty. I trust my fiancé & I trust his vision. I trust he always has what’s best for me & him. & I trust that one day he will realise that some of his friends partners are complete bullies” oooooh is the sarcastic sigh & jeers that great you as you exit the room. You walk straight over the the ledge, put your hands on the railing & scream. Then you turn around & he’s leaning against the window next to the door. It’s been drizzling but you can also see his eyes are puffy & he’s been crying.

“Baby” you say & run & cup his face bring it into your chest & holding him. You start to well up as well & sniff, you’d been holding that in for the last 20mins. He then raises his head & delivers a kiss which calms the two of you down. “I heard everything for the last 5minutes in there my love” he pulls your head into his shoulder & rubs the back of your head, slowly. “& Damien heard a bit too, he’s coming back in a min to have a chat with her.” He continues “but i can’t believe she said that about you, you didn’t provoke her or anything, cos I know she’s known for being defensive at times?” You slowly pull yourself away from the saftey of his shoulder to look at him. You eyes are also now puffy from crying. The moment that he pulled you into him, you had been silently sobbing into him. He pulls your face up & kisses your forehead.

“I may have been scared of the zombie movie she put on but that’s it, until I gave her a piece of my mind at the end of it all.” You stutter & weap through those few words. “Oh I heard you darling, why do you think I was crying? You defended me & yourself so perfectly with all of about 5 sentences to draw out an oooh from them.” His eyes are now also stinging. You go to bury your head back into his shoulder knowing he’s safe & warm, even if a little damp from the drizzle. But he doesn’t let you, your eyes both meet. They are both still stinging with tears but they focus on the others.

“Do you trust me?” He asks “yes” your whisper . He traces his thumb across your lips “yes I trust you” you repeat a little louder. “ good because I trust you & I love you & never never make yourself feel small because of anyone else babes, you got that?” he then pulls you in caressing your hair from root to tip. You wrap your arms around his waist & can hear his heart flutter. He smells exquisite. You nod “you trust me, I trust you, I love you “ You respond. You’re shivering as the evening chill starts to make its way across. You pull away for a millisecond just to look up into his eyes which are now calmer & pull him down to you for an extraordinary kiss. One that soothes all your problems. He tongue never needs to ask but being a gent he feels he should, & you always allow it to, today quicker than usual. Your hands go into his hair feverishly & you both sigh into each others mouths, While still entwined, That’s when the door opens.

“Oh get a fucking room “ Megan exclaims. he goes to pull away but you hold him there, she’s not winning this round. You open one eye at him & he knows what you’re saying without saying a word. About 10 seconds later you separate & he goes “oh hi Megan, did you enjoy the movie?” He does his anti charm. You’ve know him long enough, to know when he’s putting it on for the sake of it to get people to do what he wants. He’s never used it on you ever, in fact he once told you about it & then did it to a friend of yours (who did deserve it but that’s not the point) & you had the ump with him for 2 days, until he brought you that orchid. The make up sex wasn’t that bad either. “The movie was crap & predictable but she kept shrieking through it” you go to speak but he puts his index finger to your lips. The temptation to go to work on it & start sucking it is huge but you resist. You also know by doing that he’d be a mess & you want him to go for her.

“& the nails, im guessing you went predictable red or pink?” He says, he had already clocked her hand & seen the cherry shade coming though. “& what about the girly talk, im sure my ears were burning?” He finishes. “Oh they were” & she twirls her hair at him & starts to saunter over. “& im dying to see if you’d be willing to let me see some of your expertise in climbing” she pushes him against the door frame & tosses you to the ground as she adjusts her top. You both look startled at this, he hadn’t expected this either. “Do you want to know what a real woman feels like?” She spreads his leg & he turns to face you, holding his left hand in a stop position to tell you not to go for her. You really want to rip her extension out right now & shove them down her throat. she spent a while earlier talking about her non existent gag reflex. “My my you do know what you want & you move quickly “ he stutters, he doesn’t want to make eye contact with her at all. “Well I’m a big girl in every respect, I get what I want” she licks the right side of his face. He is still facing you gagging & mouthing I’m sorry you still trust me? & you nod. You then see a shadow creep in from behind you.

“Hi Damien, oh have your brought cookies” you say & she drops you fiancé to the ground with a thud. She panics. “I knew you were just here to try & have sex with everyone I knew it.”Damien shouts as he hands you the bag of Bakewell cookies & storms off. “No baby baby” she tries to run off after him but one of her heels breaks & she almost crashed down the stairs in the rain. You laugh as you crawl across to him, to check he’s okay. A small smirk is on his face too. Your eyes meet & you both giggle. You wrap your arm around his shoulder & just lean on him for a few seconds. He’s now in paradise, smelling you & taking every scent in. He wants you, right here & now, in the rain.

Once you can no longer hear them yelling at each other you help each other up off the floor. “Was that why you were outside her room” you enquire “kind of, Damien’s knew one of James friends & he said she keeps disappearing off at night after she has a bath. & I’ve heard a few people from our group & not from it say that she’s chatted them up the night before, & then forcing herself upon them” his eyes then dart away from you. After your earlier trust comments he know that what he’s about to say may make you freak out but he’s got to do it. “when you left the bar the other night, she practically offered me it there & then, but I wasn’t paying attention, so when he mentioned it earlier & knew you were spending the day with her, Damien & I thought of the trap & got back here.” He now looks at you “& your telling me this now” you ask a little startled, withdrawing your hand slightly. “We thought about it on the drive back, I’d literally got to the door & he was going in after I’d gone in or she’d come out come to see her to catch her out” he pauses & breaths “& then I heard what she was saying about you & I couldn’t cope & I feel apart” he finishes & looks you dead in the eyes. They say I’m sorry when his lips don’t .He pulls your lips to his mouth. You aren’t sure at first but then you realise you can’t smell her on him so then you give in. “Still trust me?” he says “I do” “oooh I can’t wait to hear you say that for real babes” He takes your hand & you walk down to your hotel room. He wants to make it up to you, & you want to reward him for being your everything.

With the door locked & the blinds pulled, he turns on the radio & discards his coat & puts a cookie in his mouth. “Awww Devine, we’re coming back here just for these Bakewell tart cookies“ he exclaims as he starts to dance, your not sure what the song is but he’s lost in a groove. His hips are rocking as he takes his coat off. He’s twirling & moving & your not sure where your eyes should be but it’s making you smile & feel all sorts of things. You grab a Bottle of coke from the fridge & take a sip, hiccuping at the end. That makes stop dancing & saunter sexily over to you , rolling his hips & nodding his head, not taking his eyes off yours, his infectious smile arrives with the Cookie bag. “I mean your sweet enough already” he says with a huge romantic smile on his face. “But even you sometimes need a cherry on top” you laugh “worst pick up line ever” “I don’t need to use the good ones ever again tho, you’ve agreed to be my wife.” He’s dazzling & is in his element. You dive in & bring the cookie to your lips. His tongue doesn’t mean to slip out of his mouth but it does. Your bite it slowly & start making noises that he recognises from his subconscious. He sips from the same bottle as you while you finish the cookies, & the second you’re done, the coke bottle is on the table & he kisses you like it’s the first time. His lips fizz from the coke & you feel energised & full of life. Coke & Bakewell aren’t the ideal mix, but it’s a sweet linger that you always want to taste from now on. Nothing else will match it.

“Chair, Floor, Shower or Bed?” You ask as you pull your lips away, you are both desperate for more than just a Sugar rush. Both your breathing has ramped up but he is full on panting, eager for more than just a make out right now. You’ve only actually had sex twice this trip. Day 1 when you arrived & day 3 after a romantic dinner without the rest of the group. Since then when you’ve got back one or both of you has fallen asleep before anything could happen, or it has been such an early start the next day, you hadn’t attempted it. “Bed” he replies gripping his large hands to your shoulders. For once you are walking him backwards, has the power structure suddenly shifted you think. You reach the foot of the bed & start working on his shirt, which is always easy, it’s never fully done up. Once that’s worked on you place him on the edge of the bed & remove the shirt, your hand explores his chest & he sighs a lot. You scoot around the bed to his back to work on his shoulders “ooh baby yes” he keeps repeating as he takes his shoes & socks off. He then also does the same to you & starts running his large hands across your feet & ankles to your leggings. You start moaning as well. “So soft” he whispers, “but I know where it’s softer”.

He then pounces & in the space of 5 seconds he’s gone from in front of you begin controlled by you, to him being on top out you with his hand in your leggings waist band. He’s panting like crazy. Maybe it was the power trip from earlier & catching her out which had made him hungrier for you, or your starting off being in control tonight, but did you care? Of course not. Your fiancé was going to make love to you or fuck you into the mattress, & you didn’t care which version you got. He pulls down both your leggings & underwear in one movement & tosses them away. They actually hit the radio & turn it off. Your hips & legs respond to there new freedom. Your comfy dress is all that’s covering your modesty, you didn’t wear a bra today.

His hand slowly slides up your left leg teasing you as it glides its way, to what he is so familiar with. “Fuck please” you ask & you raise your hips once he gets there. Slow circles have you shutting your eyes & then he stops & draws his hand away. “Oh we’re so nearly ready & I’ve not even really had to try at all today,” he teases while undoing his jeans. His briefs are showing what is waiting for you. Something so exquisite that you moan just at the idea of it & lick your lips expectantly. You mouth then falls into a oooh. “Oh no babe, you can taste that later.” He teases & he removes your dress & he leans down expecting for one more layer, but is very happy & filled with lust when there is nothing else on underneath.

“You’ve been walking around like this all day?” He asks, his briefs are just about containing him & he has now pushed against you entirely feeling every inch. Without the briefs he would be inside already, he’s twitching away & your body is responding. His lips don’t know where they way want to go first. But as they travel across your face, neck shoulders & breasts, sucking, kissing, biting & licking, you are pleading for more. Your left hand is in his hair pulling & twisting on his curls , & your other is still exploring his chest, almost soothing him. He was the king of teasing to the point of pleasure & about 6 months into your relationship, you said you didn’t always need to have sex as sometimes that was enough & he’d agreed. I mean if for-play & making out gets you both seeing stars, did you need anymore. You can feel your core clench though, tonight you desperately need more.

“Baby, we need to… Ahhh fuck” his nibbles around your right breast are a little to sensitive for you, but still drive you crazy. “sorry” he pops his head up before kissing your lips with an apologetic look “I got carried away, they are just so” a long sigh comes out of his mouth “inviting today” “invitation accepted” you pant back & grab his face locking his eyes to yours “please either treat me like… ooooh” his hand has moved back to your core & is flicking sensitivity “like a lady or fuuuuuuckkk baby…” his fingers have slipped else where & your response is instantaneous. “Fuck you like a whore” he whispers into your ear seductively. His relentless pace is already almost pushing you over the edge. “Darling tonight I think I’ve got the stamina to do both” he withdraws his fingers & sucks on them. He’s lifted himself to a kneel & finally sheds off his briefs, it’s so ready & eager for you.

He kisses you & your tongues intertwine straight away passionately. You can taste yourself on him, & it’s turning you on even more. your hips roll & he plants you underneath him. “Baby” you just about get the word out, you’re so breathy already & he’s not be even got started. He gets you in position & locks eyes. “Think I’m going to fuck you… ahhhh.” He stops mid sentence as you’ve learned up from your position & taken his nipple into your mouth a little too hard, like he did to you. “See” you tremble as you come off him after a few more seconds of sucking “it’s distracting.” You beam at him & then turn your seductive eyes on. “Oh fuck you” he says & he kisses you passionately & you both gasp as he slides to your core effortlessly & slowly, taking you all in. “Yea fuck me” you say & he removes the stray bit of hair that’s in the way of your glistening lust filled eyes “like a whore” you say in unison. He then picks up the pace.

& true to his word that evening he does fuck you like a whore & make love to you like a lady. & not only does he do it in the bed, but also the floor, chair & shower. The shower is your last stop on this night & as you scream out each others names as you both get to your high, he takes you into his arms. You both sink onto the shower floor, the water still cascading down on top of the two of you. He’s slowly coming down & you both hold each other. Minutes pass without any other words being spoken, just a wet dripping snuggle between the two of you, kisses & sighs. You are both in paradise & you both feel amazing in the afterglow. He then removes himself & you miss all of him for a brief moment. He then gets up & turns the water off & passes you a towel. “Who says you need a hike for a good work out?” He says drying his hair first, with everything else still on show for you to see. Your eyes are always drawn to all of him & he is glistening from the dirtiest wash he’s ever had, droplets everywhere. “Well you don’t get the scenery” you respond “you’re right. Watching you in the shower is all the beauty I ever need, how did you even cope with all that on your knees? that was bloody impressive” he raises an eyebrow as he says this & finally starts drying his body.

You are completely dry & exit the bathroom past him in your towel but you stop & kiss his shoulder from behind when you get there & whisper “trust me I think I know what I’m doing” it send a shiver to his core & he turns around just as you drop the towel & rotate your hips on your way to getting into bed. After watching you raise yourself seductively into bed, He turns off the bathroom light but carry’s the towel in front of him, just about covering his modesty. He drops it so it’s almost in eyeline with your face. He knows full well what he’s doing. “Well practice makes perfect” he whispers. “I think I’ve got one more round in me, if you have” he questions. You lick your lips & lift up from the bed so you can kiss him. Still full of passion after a night filled with sex. “Do you trust me?” You ask as your kisses reach his belly & he’s now positioned himself on the bed kneeling too. “Oh baby I trust you, but do you trust me, not to test your gag reflex?” “Let’s find that one out together” you say as you stroke. Your glistening eyes meet his big puppy dog ones, still filled with lust after all this time. & your lips engulf around him. The noises he makes for this last session are some of the best noises you have heard in your life. Pure adrenaline to your soul & core. Your both lost in your love & lust for each other.

Once you’re both spent finally, your wrap your arms around him under the sheets “Babes” you ask “do we have to hike tomorrow?” You ask “why do you think you’ve had a work out? “ he softly asks,his hand caressing your face as you both slowly drift off but not entirely. “Kinda, I feel like I’m not going to be able to walk straight” he chuckles his eye are closed & he’s breathing your scent in to send him to sleep. “I trust you baby. Do you trust me?” Almost as a promise the says those words “yes I always have, that’s why I’m marrying you” you respond as you yawn into his chest. “Then I know you can do it & if not we will come back here & look at some improved scenery” those are the last word either of you say that night. His lips find yours after that sentence & you are both peppering as you enter the world of sleep, safe in the knowledge that you both inexplicably trust the person you love with all your heart.

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The Not So Innocent Boyfriends Fic:- Creeps, Heroes & Layers

This just came to me while removing some bits from my camera roll, & I couldn’t get rid of this one. So I just went for this photo shoot opulence & went wild writing it.

As always the photo is this is the inspiration for the fic, so please chose any man you wish for this fic to be based on.

Warnings. Smut Smut. Protected sex, voyeurs & creepy guys,(don’t let the vultures pressure you into a yes people just say no) fluff, swearing,pining & ogeling, established relationship & self confidence issued, pda. Yea smut & sex but a little bit of swearing I think. Oh & alcohol.

Thanks for the read as always peoples . Feed back is welcome.

When he arrives to pick you up, you don’t know what your day is going to be. In fact you never do on a day like today. Every now & then you get a text that says the date & if you should wear something or be prepared. It’s usually to dress smart or to wear some killer heels for when you’re seen out in public together, or doing something in the limelight. He’s not officially said your dating yet to the wider world, but you’ve been to a few things with him now, & you know people will start asking questions about who you are soon. You’ve already prepped for the Insta trolls. But the message last week was a little more vague. Wednesday morning 7am casual bring a book & your phone. Hmmmm this is one where he’s going to be working, but needs your support or as a distraction at times.

You slide into the passenger seat & give him a good morning kiss. It’s rare he’s driving, he’s normally being shuttled around . It lingers longer than it should, his lips taste if his coffee thats in a flask. Smooth & Smokey & a little chilled. You notice your coffee is also there waiting for you. He does pull away from your lips, before he gets to lost in you. Neither of you actually say a word until you get to the second set of red lights. “A book?” You say “yea, you’re going to find some bits so tedious today because I do, but I have to work through it.” & he gives you a side glance while smiling. “It’s a photo shoot for a fashion magazine” your jaw drops. “Forewarning would have been helpful” you say as you pick up your coffee & slurp it almost burning your tounge. “Why?” You point at yourself . Ok you are wearing a Mack, but you are not dresses fashionably. You did do your hair this morning in a messy bun, but when the message said casual, you threw on your ripped dip dyed jeans, a floral t shirt & a hoddie which used to belong to him. You’re also in trainers. You know full well you are not dressed for fashion. “Babes no one’s gonna judge you,” he laughs “& if they do just say you’re going to take a rail with you “ that makes you smile. “Is it just you doing the shoot?” “Yea while I get changed I’m doing the interview at the same time, but you can watch the entire thing” “I do have to say I have always been intrigued as to how these go down & why they take so long” you say & turn to face him. “ I mean you don’t need that much work or make up to look handsome baby” his hand moves from the steering wheel to you thigh. “Oh this” & he faces you “this really really needs all the help & photo shop it can get.”

Walking into a huge vast white room with all these eyes looking at you is daunting. Your hand grabs his straight away. You know the room has stopped to look at him, but you’re next to him & you can’t help but feel every eye in the room is judging your head to toe. From your hair that’s in a messy bun, down to your gingerbread men socks. You feel seen & that unnerves you. “Good morning” says the person in charge & comes over & give him a big over the top enthusiastic welcome. “& you must be his pride & joy” & your receive a kiss on each cheek from her. “Im Marcia, & while you’re here today, all these guys are at your beck & call, if you need anything please just shout & someone will do it. But don’t ask mark he’s the photographer “ the three of you walk over to a sofa about 4 paces back from where the shoot is set up, your hand isn’t letting go of his until it has to. All the while he’s still here & you’re in your coat you feel a little protected. “Your so shy” he whisper as he slides next to you on the sofa & takes off his leather jacket “it’s a lot to take in, all these people are here for you & are going to make you look even more fabulous then you already are.” He laughs “& that’s why this takes a while “.

you’ve noticed he’s already taken his shoes & socks off & is working on his jumper. He’s just casually taking off all of his clothes in front of all these people & not caring. “Hiya im Luca “ this voice cuts you from your thought of what you’d like to do if you had this place to yourself. “ahh Luca” he says as he removes his final top layer to reveal his chest. Even tho this is work for him, you do smile at him in his glory & want to squeeze his tummy & just snuggle in. He’s hugging Luca & you feel a little jealous. Luca hands him a dressing gown which he throws on. “& this must be” & your introduced “I’ve met Luca before on a few of these shoots he’s the best run around in the world, you don’t mind me saying that, because your an epic pick me up” “oh sir your too kind” “it’s nice to meet you Luca, anyone he has high opinions of, is good enough for me” you say & go to shake his hand but he pulls you in for a hug & he smells of citrus & it’s enthralling “ooooh honey bee we’re the ones who should be honoured to have you” & he has taken off your coat revealing your bad out fit for the room to see. “That hoddie is to die for” Luca exclaims & you instantly feel a bit better about how you look “it is” your partner says “I’ve been trying to get it back for the last 4 months” & he raises an eyebrow. “That explains why she looks so good in it. A boyfriend hoddie provides comfort always. Just remember to let him wear it now & again to refresh the smell of him” & he winks at you.

The make up room is boring. He’s got to be quiet while they trim & style & prep & moisturise him before he can even be seen too. All the people in there are all so quiet as well busying mixing pallets & lotions & well you’ve given up trying to learn what stuff is. He just sitting their eyes shut listening to the hum around him. After an hour you leave them to it & you go back to the sofa & put your head in the book you brought with you. It’s only when Luca comes to sit next to you that you realise there’s still not been one photo taken. “So how did you find him?” He asks & he hands you a coffee & put his bare feet on the coffee table.& you tell the story of 7 months ago.

Your friend had won a competition for a meet & greet with someone else famous (not your now boyfriend) at an event & she invited you as a plus one. You went but had no interest in the product or the influencer life, but your friend was loving it. So you became her unofficial photographer for the night, with your camera. You dabble a little in photography but not for things like this. It was while you were sitting there having a Prosecco looking at your photos, that an arm crept round you on a sofa. A worse for wear influence asked you if you wanted to be famous for 15mins with a wink & you said no, but he didn’t take that for an answer & continued to peruse you. You walked off trying to find your friend but couldn’t & he was still lingering. You went to the bar looking stressed & asked for a double & an angle shot( which is code for im in trouble) & then you feel this jacket go over your shoulder “down your drink, your leaving with me, don’t worry I got you” you don’t even look up at who it is assuming it’s staff member or security. You do as he says & walk off, he’s pulling you close & he smells amazing. You walk out the front & all the lights & camera flicker from the press & you both hurry into the car as a vague name is shouted that you cant hear It’s only when you sit down that it’s the guy everyone in the world wants to meet, who happens to also be at the event to meet someone else, & he has walked you out & got you to safety . “I am so sorry you say” & you’re really stumbling & not coherent in the next few sentences. You’ve met a few famous people, but no one like him. He’s off the scale. He’s huge & he’s in a car with you. Your struggling to remain composed. He holds your hands & goes breath. He then taps on the divider between the front & the car stops. “This is my driver max, he will get you home safe, tell him where you need to go, & be safe my angle shot” he kisses your cheek & slides back out the car, never to be seen by you again as you sit in back seat in shock. Did that really happen?

You thought nothing about it after that night, it must have been a fever dream & never happened. & then 10 days later your friend who you were at the event with, invites you out for dinner. She knows you love this restaurant & knows you’ve not been yourself, since the event. You told her about the creepy guy & how that spooked you, so she knows you need a night out. So you dress up & you get a msg saying the cars arrived. You walk down towards it & he is standing there. You look shocked. “Your friend set this up for me, I need to apologise for leaving you in the car in a state of shock, & for being a crap fake boyfriend.” He then takes out a bunch of flowers from the car which smell & look beautiful, which is when you first catch his deep brown eyes, the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. They are framed by his glasses to make them even more of a work of art than they are. “You saved me I should be thanking you” you bashfully say taking all of him in from head to toe. He is rather Devine. You realise you’re staring & go to apologise only to realise he’s doing the same to you. You both laugh & you both slide into the back of his car. You finally exchange a few personal details about each others including your name (the world knows his) & about 7 sentences later he asks seductively “can I kiss you?” You don’t answer, you just slide under his arm , look up at him bashfully, & embrace your lips together. Your leg spirals into his lap & he after a bit of moaning & exploring, asks if you actually want to go for dinner with a fake boyfriend or would you like to make this official. “Dinner first & dessert for my hero afterward”

Back in the now he’s walking out in outfit number one. It’s an orange poncho & he’s got these checked trousers on, & big black boots. He’s rocking the swagger & is busy doing what the photographer loves. You & Luca stand to the side smiling & giggling & it makes his serious smoulder turn into a smile. His pout works over time & the entire room is in love with him, not just you. Once he’s told thanks, he takes off the poncho handing it to a girl running around frantically, & he comes up to you. “ so the poncho?” He asks “ good for snuggling but you looked like a big taco, but a cozy one” he laughs at that “yea some of what they’ve got here is so random” “sir you’d look good in a bin bag” Luca says before he’s called to go do something, remembering he’s not just here to chat with you. Your boyfriend gives you a peck on the cheek “I recon you’ve got half an hour before the next round, I’ve got to start doing the interview now while changing” you go to put your hands in his hair but you hear someone behind scream no don’t touch it. It makes you jump, so your run your hand through his stubble instead feeling all the products on his face, you do it delicately.

You can’t concentrate on your book you brought with you. Your mind keeps going back to that first date, which was never meant to be. How the press got your photo on that escape from your first unknown meeting, & how he mentioned while eating that everyone he knew had asked him who his mystery lady was with him. He had told his publicist you were just a friend, but when he’d asked for the guest list from that night to work out who you were, she knew he wanted more than that. He then acknowledged that he was now doing almost what the creepy guy had done that night “no your not because you asked,” you reply “& if I told you right now I wasn’t up for whatever this is, you’d get me home safe & leave me at the door” he smiles “ that’s true & this time I wouldn’t just leave you with my driver either.” He digs into his ice cream & it gives him brain freeze & you laugh at the face he pulls. “Don’t be my fake girlfriend in the pictures, be my real one?” He asks sheepishly & you stare mouth open wide, banoffee pie falling off your spoon “I don’t usually ask someone straight out but there’s something magnetic about you” he says & he caresses you knuckles. “Let’s go have desert at one of ours first” you say.

Outfit 2 & 3 in the now, are just standard variations of dark suits & his posing is getting more weird the longer he’s in front of the camera, this isn’t the normal goofball you see at home, this is the superstar the world sees. The room is still entranced by him, which isn’t hard to believe. I mean you’ve been for 7 months. When outfit 4, a hideous green jump suit, comes out, you pull a face at him “okay so I’ve now got to try & feel into this” he shouts at you. The designer looks disappointed at you. “Sorry it’s just not his vibe” you say “it’s made beautifully but it’s just not him”. You sit back down & check your phone when Luca comes back over. “So… how’s it going?” He hands you a cake “this is so long, how does he do this?” “Easily, he’s got hard skin” “you don’t need to tell me that “ you reply & Luca laughs. & you go back to thinking about that first date.

He takes you back to yours after dinner, so that if you say no, he can leave or sleep on your sofa. When you’re in you make him a drink & slide off your heels. He catches a glimpse of the butterfly tattoo on your foot & raises an eyebrow. “Are there more hidden?” He asks. “A few, would you like to find out?” He pushes you against the wall & his tongue explores your mouth & his hands your body. He put the drink down that he only asked for to break the tension when he got here. He smells of spice & he tastes of the cookie ice cream he ate. He breaks & you go to take him to your bedroom, but he pulls you back into him. “If we do this” he whispers “this isn’t a one off, I want you forever, or until you get bored of me” he continues before kissing your neck “I’m not doing this for 15mins of fame or an article in 3 years time.” You reply. you know he’s had a few kiss & tells in the last year in the press. “The only person I’m going to tell this to is myself,” your hand is underneath his shirt. “Gooood” he soothes, before taking your hand back.

It doesn’t take long for you to both take off each others clothes. He’s much girthier than you expected, but before he slides in he pauses. You’re both panting & have been making out without getting down to sex for a little while. “Are you sure?” He breathes “never been more sure about anything in my entire life” you respond. “Perfect” & he goes to hitch himself in, “oh wait” & he looks for his jeans but they are to far away “do you have a…” he looks embarrassed, but you nod at the draw & he scraps for the condom in there. Eventually he slides it on while his other hand keeps you sensitive. “I am on birth controool…” you manager to say but the word control is interrupted as he slides slowly into you making you pinch & knocking all the air out of you. His girth is exquisite & he asks if you’re okay before he starts to move, wrapping your legs around his back. The two of your rock & he makes slow sensual love to you as you both turn the air blue with your moans & screams. You both experience paradise, before screaming out each others names & collapsing in bliss. & you’re amazed when you wake up the next day to see him still there asleep next to you. Your morning kiss when he eventually wakes is smooth & filled with the promise of a million more. & he Perseus with round 2 which is much rougher & more passionate, knowing you can take him fully.

“Last one” a voice shouts & then your eyes concentrate. Out he walks for outfit 5 & your jaw hits the floor. “Wow” you say quite loudly & the whole room falls silent. You don’t realise that your body is already off the sofa & making its way across to him. He’s following suit & has left the rest of them, all just going what’s happening. Right now your the only 2 people in this room to the both of you. You don’t know what’s underneath it, but he is wearing this amazing long off grey coat, with these sleek back trousers & brown camel boots. & you are looking at him with lust & love in your eyes. He’s turned on that you’re turned on too. & he gets to you & looks at his hair dresser who is going like if she dares. But he doesn’t care either. He puts your hand onto his hair & he whispers “play baby.”

Your hands go to work on his hair as your lips smother each other. His hands also undo your messy bun & your both feeling each other right now. It’s only about a minute later you hear a few shutters clicking, the photographer has taken a few snaps of you both. Usually he’d be a bit pissed at this & would be like nah she not here for that, but he’s not giving a crap & neither are you. He pulls away from you when the director says “this is the last outfit so let’s get this done.” You wrap your arms under that coat & say “ can you swag this coat please it’s almost as Devine as you?” “I’ll sort it baby” & he saunters off, his hair all messy & all over the place, just feeling himself. It’s his best style & look for sure. & he’s loving that his hair is all over the place.

Once he’s changed he emerges with the coat in his arms & he approaches you with a smile. “Til next time sir” says Luca “& miss please come back each time with him, it’s so much fun having someone normal to chat with” he says & you give Luca a big hug. He has been pleasant company & has made your mind wander today about your past & how your lucky to have got here & how one creep has lead to this moment happening right now & your relationship with a man who means the world to you.”you ready ?” He says & he put the coat over your shoulders “this is the warmest I’ve ever been” you reply.

3months later just after Christmas, you are wearing that coat from shoot & your shopping, getting a few items for dinner when you walk past the papers & magazine & stop. There he is on the cover, in the coat you are wearing right now (you do take it in turns to wear it after Luca little remark, but you’ve still got the hoddie) his hair a mess, while he’s feeling himself. You pick up a copy & add it to your basket. When you get home & put the shopping away, you pick up the magazine & read his interview. You never do this, you don’t care about that side of his life. The most pictures of him in a magazine are of him in that coat (there are the other 4 outfits too but it’s mainly that one). & then on the last page of the interview & pictures you see it. There you are embracing him & being completely lost. It accompanied about a section on his family & private life & how he always tried to keep that out of the press, but a chance meeting has made him realise he needs to be a bit more open & break some peoples hearts, by saying he’s found the love of his life. You sigh reading this.

“Is that a good read?” & you drop the magazine startled. “How long…” “long enough” he replys & swings over & onto your sofa, landing with a thump. “I don’t want to share you with the world, but I want the world to know I am happy & you’re the main reason for it” he says & his lips capture yours. It’s smooth & sweet, just like he is, when he’s not for the world to see. “ I think I can cope with that,” you moan through the kiss “but as long as you will be there to be my hero still” “oh we’ll make mistakes babe” he responds “but it’s nothing we can’t handle” & he pushes you into the sofa on your back. You can feel he’s hard already. “Maybe we should find that creep from that night” he says as he removes his jumper & works on yours “even if we did, I still don’t think he’d take no for an answer” you reply before kissing his chest. “True, but you will always say yes to me know” he says, his hands are working on your jeans. “You always have my consent babes, you’ve broken down all my layers, I’m yours” your hips are both moving & the sofas creaking, & you’ve not even really got moving yet.

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Not Innocent Boyfriends Fics

So this is when things get heated. These are my innocent boyfriends fics where things get a little bit spicy & we add some smut & sex to it.

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18. There is graphic sex at points in these.

As always the pictures are just for reference please pick any man you wish to desire.

Full Relaxation & Whisky Sours

Praying to a Different God

Rolling in Wave

Getting the Right Coffee Order

The Sawying Mockingbird

Early Anniversary with the Boss

Dividends

Do you Trust Me

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The Innocent Boyfriends Fics:- Late Night Reading

It’s time for another mini fic.

Something is inspired within me with these atm & I am loving writing them. Lots of fluff, some Smutt, the most smutt I’ve done so far. Basically I started writing & couldn’t stop. Most of this is implied in your mind until we get to one point, but it’s not that graphic, we stop before that. Bit of swearing too. Once again it’s based on the photo & the situation it could be, it can me any man you want. Enjoy my loves. Let me know if I’ve missed something.

You told him you were eating at lunch time today, an important client needed to do a working lunch & they were willing to take you out to get these figures done. He not only knows that he has the day to do what he wants & eat what he wants, but that when you get in it will be later than usual & snacks will be needed. Your not going to drink though while at this lunch, even if the client insists.

When you get home he’s not there, but you can see that he’s brought snacks & that he’s done the dishes. But what you also notice is a large pile of paper & an old school iPod on the coffee table in the lounge. He’s got lines or a project that he needs to go over for someone & you can see the coffee cup there. He’s obviously gone for a run or just for a walk to refresh his mind, he needs that from time to time otherwise life does get on top of him. He doesn’t need that stress. But that’s when the lightning starts.

He does get in about 10mins later, drenched to the skin, as much as he likes to run in a cap & a baggy top, his curls are wet & that shirt is stuck to him, showing every defined muscle that you know so well. He knows you’re looking before you even make a comment or he looks your way. In seconds the shirt is off (taking the hat with it) & the shorts drop to the floor. While in his briefs he scoops up everything else & runs to the kitchen to put everything else in the machine. He grabs a juice from the fridge & gulps it down. He walks towards the stairs but comes past you while your on sofa starting your movie & opening the popcorn. You twist that curl that hangs down across his eye, before he brings his lips to yours. “Baby” you moan as your come up for air “the sofas new, don’t get it wet” but that doesn’t stop you going in to explore more. He takes your hand & runs it down his abs at the same time. “You’re too precious my angle” he coos before biting your bottom lip & leaving you in a state of euphoria, your hand had got to the waist band of his briefs, before he runs upstairs to the shower.

He’s back down in the jammys you got him last Christmas. He moaned when you said you needed a jammies christmas photo “for the gram?” He’d asked but since then he’s always worn them when he’s come in from a run. It makes him feel at home even if your not there or he’s away, it’s his connection to you. His hand ruffles your hair & you bring it to your lips for a tender kiss, he sighs at the warm for both your lips & your love. “Oh an indi black comedy I see” he points & is nodding at the tv “yea it’s the latest Iannucci, properly out there” he smiles, he loves your geeky film nerd inside you, & goes to get a coffee which makes you look at him questionably before he sits in the arm chair, at the other end of the coffee table. “I’ve got to read this babes, I’m going to be up for quite a while, this needs notes before I approve it & agree to be in the show” he answers without you even asking. You know each other so well that words aren’t needed. You nod & return back to your film.

You watch the next 35mins of the movie, which is so good & makes you laugh, but your eyes keep getting draw to his hand guiding over the lines & taking notes. Those hands are so delicate at everything they touch. Your film ends & you check your socials & then you go up to him & give him a snuggle before saying your off to sleep. “Don’t stay up to late my love, I don’t want you getting exhausted & stressed”. You kiss him a tender goodnight & you go upstairs, lingering a long look at him for as long as you can, before he’s out of sight.

You wake up. It’s 3am. The last time you looked at the clock it said 11:12. You turn over & see the gap next to you, is not only empty but cold & undisturbed. He’s still up, he’s still drinking coffee he’s still reading. You know he’s got a busy day tomorrow, so you throw on your dressing gown over your sleep shirt, your fluffy socks & head downstairs. There’s one small light on in the lounge & he is listening intently to the iPod. The papers which were so neat earlier is covered in post it’s & notes. The only saving grace is that there’s water by him & not caffine. He’s looking so intense but so soft.

You edge towards him slowly, from behind, he’s not yet noticed you, he’s so in the zone. You don’t want to disturb but you have to for his own sake. He clocks you about 3 steps away from him & you see his shoulder move. You slowly put your hand on his right shoulder & kneel down next to him removing his head phone. “Baby it’s late, this can wait” you whisper. Your voice makes him sigh, he can feel the warm from your throat hitting his ear & he shivers. “What’s the time my love is it half 11?” “Oh no, it’s past 3…” before you can continue you see his eyes dart at the clock. He knows he’s up far too late. “Fuck. I said to myself when you went to bed 90mins more at most. Sorry.” He pauses his iPod & takes the pen out, that was a behind his other ear. He had only towel dried his hair when he got out the shower earlier too, so the curls & whisps are everywhere, going in any direction they want.

He notices your dressing gown & takes it off & pulls you into his lap realising you are in your sleep shirt “if I’d known you were wearing your Christmas shirt I’d have come to bed sooner” he pulls you further into his grip & he takes his other earphone out. Yes you were wearing the green one that you brought for that photo. his eyes scan you from top to bottom & his hands start caressing your shoulders. “When was your last coffee?” You ask in your sleepy but lustfull awakening wanting to know exactly what to expect next. “I made one once you left, but I only got half way…” his hands have left your shoulders & have reached your neck pulling you further into him before your lips meet & your tongues dance together effortlessly but passionately “…down” he finishes a while later. His breathing hitches & your hands are now leaving his hair which they had been twisting while you embraced to his shirt. He checks to make sure his hands have got to your buttons at the bottom of shirt so he can start to undo them.

“Slowly” you moan, you’ve got one one button left on his shirt to go “people are crazy about you having a button allergy by the way babes” as you flick the last button open & bury your head into his chest. You feel his heart is racing just as much as yours. His sigh is heavy & deep. He smells of desire & a quick glimpse into his big puppy dog caramel eyes you can see them darken. Your head & kisses go to his bald patch on this beard, while your hands deal with removing his jammys from his shoulders. “Do they?” He hums he’s got 2 buttons left on yours but he’s started to rock a little in the chair so that your now straddling all of him. “ your sure you didn’t start that rumour?” He inquires & as you laugh & smile his lips find yours once more. You then feel a breeze, the last button is ready to be opened & go free. He then takes your feet & makes sure your secure before standing up with you holding onto him & wrapped around him.

You yelp in excitement & that’s when you realised why you had both started to rock with each other in the chair. It not going to be long before your are fully entwined in each other, not knowing where either of you end. Your lips are still attached , pecking & dancing, when you reach the stairs. For not many words since your 3am wake up, a lots been said. He slowly lowers you down onto the second stair “I know I’m loving the gym & the running but I can’t carry you up all those stairs in this condition” He mutters before his hand goes under the one button that’s left. “The only reason this button is still done up is because I won’t be able to control myself when it’s opened” He says that tugging it, but his hands are then tracing everything, your breasts, your stomach, your waist band of the boxer shorts of his you have on to sleep in. “Maybe you should have had another coffee my love” your eyes are filled with lust & desire, the sleep haze has truly gone now & you are ready for him to claim you passionately as he does so often. “Oh youre my only drug I need. No coffee, no wine, no weed. You. Youre so addictive” his whisper sound like silk sliding into your soul. You’re both walking up the stairs, you in reverse so you don’t take your eyes off him. You know your about to make him feral, you just need to time it to perfection.

Once both of you are on the landing you turn back to the embrace. He’s feverish & hungry for everything you can taste that on him. He’s moaning already a song that’s bliss to your ears. This is going to be intense when we get into the bedroom. He pushes you against the banisters & drops to his knees. He plants kisses down your legs before getting to the socks & smirking. “Do I… fuck…do” he’s stumbling, you’ve got him in the palm of your hands now. he will do whatever once you undo that last button, it makes your legs shake hearing him start to lose control. “Do I keep the socks on you?” He finally gets out. & then he feels your hands in his hair & the purrs. “Fuck oh yes” he’s lost in the bliss. But he hates it when you remove them & looks up pleadingly, but socks now aren’t on his mind. you step over him & get to the door frame while showing him the hands are now on that last button.

On his knees he twitch’s in anticipation. He didn’t know 15mins ago what the time was, but he & you both know your going to have make up excuses for being tired tomorrow or for being late. You turn your back so he can’t see that the last button is finally undone. You let out a small ooooh noise to make sure he’s paying attention, like there’s anything else he’d rather look at than you teasing him. You just turn your head slightly over your right hand shoulder & roll them, the shirt slithering off you & hitting the floor, much like his jaw. He’s seen them hundreds of times before but it still makes him crazy, the idea that what is his is now ready for his mouth to explore. You turn on the faint reading light in the bedroom & hop onto the bed, still not turned around to show him his perfection. You glance & see he’s still not moved. You feel sexy & powerful & you slowly turn around & his dark eyes fill with even more lust than they had in them before, which you didn’t know was possible.

He doesn’t want to dart straight in, but at the same time he’s desperate to caress, nibble & play before moving onto everything else. He slowly gets up adjusting himself, not that you aren’t aware of what he’s adjusting, it was rocking your world casually earlier. He joins you on the bed & starts to draw circles so sensitively, you moan & start to rock at nothing but his touch, responding eagerly. You know these hands can be soft & hard & firm & loving & you can’t wait to see where he wants to explore first. He climbs above you before you both move hair out of each others eyes, hips responding to something so familiar to each other in sync. Your passionate kiss is deep & long before he breaks it. “I know I’ve done a lot of reading & listening tonight” he hums, one hand on your cheek caressing it, the other in the hem of your waist band “but your body is the only thing I think I will ever truly be able to read & respond to.” “Baby I’m an open book when it comes to you” you moan. “I like to hear that babes” he moves down closer his head now achingly close to your chest & breaths “but your an adventure that no script or book could ever write”. His mouth then starts to suck & it’s not long before you are enjoying an adventure of a different kid, engulfed in each other, not knowing where the two of you end & the other begins. Rocking back & forth to euphoria.

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The Innocent Boyfriends Fics :- Rolling in the Waves

So the last three fics have been very much full on & just oh god. Yea I know. So I wanted to go back to writing something a little more fluffy for this one. Stuff is insinuated & then as we get going it ends. It’s short too, well for my writing anyhow.

As always the picture is what the fic is based on. Please pick any man you want please to have a nice time with.

Synopsis: you’ve met him at the harbour for a beach day with him & his friends. What starts off as just being chill ends up as a lovely evening under the night sky out at sea .

Warnings: not many of im honest. This is more fluff & romantic that anything else.Alcohol which includes drinking games. Innuendo & dirty talk . A few mentions of kinks & fanastys. Teasing & slight pleasuring in public(some fingers get close) PDA, the start of some sex & making love but nothing too graphic. Established relationship, & mention of engagement (not yours) . Don’t read the last couple of paragraphs of your Under 18!

Enjoy this people, roll with these waves. All feed back is always welcome.

If there was a spot in the world that he loved it’s where he was about to take you. On his boat, with a beer, just a few miles out at sea, after playing games on the beach all day, after eating some lovely food, hopefully with you in his arms, watching the sun go down. That was his idea of paradise, & to share this with you today was going to hopefully be perfect. You are blissfully unaware of how much this is going to mean to him, but when you get out the taxi at the harbour, With your over night bag, hes leaning on a wall waiting for you. He removes his glasses as smooth as ever & wraps his arms around you, before giving you a tender deep kiss. “Morning beautiful” he echos & then he takes your hand & your bag & you walk to his boat.

It’s pretty large. It’s not like a dingy but it’s also a huge vessel. He could take this out for at least a couple of days to go fishing in as long as the sea wasn’t too rough & sleep on it & bring enough food & beer. You take off your oversized hat & just look at everything in admiration. It’s truly breath taking. He unties the moorings & checks you’re okay. “You don’t go too fast in this right, im not sure I’m ready for that.” He smirks “happy to go at whatever pace you want my love. This as much a trip for you as it is for me” you smile & take you overnight bag into the cabin & put a few things away & change into your stripy swim suit with your floaty green summer dress over the top & walk back out as you hear the engines start up. You know your boyfriend smooth & cool but seeing him be that & captain of his vessel is enough to make you go very weak.

“Oh because today couldn’t be anymore beautiful. you’ve changed into that?” He asks lowering his glasses to give you a once over. “We can’t all be as perfect as you baby, but I thought I’d try” he is in his grey top & blue swim shorts, he was wearing all that when you arrived. He has more clothes already in his cabin. You twirl for him & then go & sit on the padded benches & watch him as he negotiate the boats way out of the harbour. His hands spinning the wheel in all sorts of directions, hands that are so delicate & his face full of concern traction. He bites his bottom lip at one point & then he sees the smirk on your face for just out of his eyeline & he knows what it’s doing to you. Your thinking about what else he is good at nibbling.

Eventually the boat gets to the open sea & he calls you towards him. He squeezes you in front of him so you can steer the boat & take control. His hands rest on top of yours & he finds the crook of your neck so he can whisper things to you as to what you need to do, as well as what he wants to do to you later. It’s not long before one of his hand leaves yours to caress your side & he peppers your neck with kisses. You feel like nothing else matters right now, this is already the perfect day & you’ve not even got to the little bit of the isolated beach to have fun with his friends. You don’t say many words to each other in these few precious moments your just inhaling each other.

It takes about an hour to get to this beach where his friends are waiting for the two of you. You hop off & hug everyone & say hi & are handed a beer straight away. After seeing how everyone is, you are offered a sun lounger. As you sit down in your sun dress your partner stands in front of you removing his grey top so he’s just in his swim shorts. His chest & abs ripple & you really just want to tell him to get back on the boat so you can admire him properly. “Sun cream babes?” You ask “please dont deny me of that joy” you wink. He smirks & sits on the edge of your lounger as you start with his defined shoulders & rippling neck. He sighs the further down his back you go. Before you’re happy you’ve completed his back he spins around to give you the most passionate kiss of the day so far, almost climbing on top of you before he friend Mike scream “can’t you keep your hands of her for 10mins?” You both laugh & you finalise his sun cream as he rushes off to go play beach rugby with his male friends while you & all the women drink long cool drinks, read magazines & gossip.

Grace, his cousin, at one point comes to sit on your lounger & you have a long chat about you & him & if this is the real thing. She’s the person your most comfortable with here as you’ve only really met this group a couple of times but you’ve seen her before at a few family parties too, plus she’s dating his best friend. “If you end up being part of our family one day, it’s going to be amazing. You’re exactly the calming happy influence he needs” you smile back & talk about her recent engagement to Ross & she beams as no one else has asked her at all about it. You then hear a wooohooo as the boys come running back covered in sand all sticky and hot. He glistens over you as he grabs your hand & drags you up to him as he removes your sun dress “come help me get this sand off baby” & he lifts you up & you giggle as he runs you into the sea with him. It’s warm & inviting but not as much as his lips, which even if a bit salty from the sea still taste delightful. Everyone is splashing each other before Ross jumps on him pushing you both under the waves. You both splutter as you come back up, but removing the wet hair from each others faces means you can look deeply into each others eyes, before splashing everyone else

Dried off, sand removed as well as it could be, & sun cream reapplied, the cook off for the bbq begins. You’re a good cook so you offer to help but all the men insist a bbq is made for them. “Typical” you moan at the other women’s as you all set the few beach tables & chairs you’ve brought. “The one thing I’m good at & they won’t let me near it” Grace laughs “ahhh let the men play with their sausages & click their tongs” which causes you to laugh quite a bit as someone does click them at that exact moment “must be a man thing, men like to cook meat”she says “or make sure your getting theirs” you reply. That send her & most of the girls over the edge with laughter too. You are definitely in with this group now.

The mid afternoon bbq is actually pretty good. It also at one point for you & your partner gets a little seductive. He notices you’ve got some sauce on the side of your lips from the ribs & he rubs his thumb against it to clean it, before he looks you square in the eyes deeply & starts to suck his thumb. You clench at nothing & your eyes dilate. He slowly removes his thumb & takes his hand to rest between your thighs, having the desired response from your arousal. But as you try not to sigh & move things on further, as his fingers reach the edge of your swim suit, someone asks the two of you “do you want seconds?”Snapping you both out of the haze. His hand comes away, but it still smells of you. “You still smell exquisite my love” he winks & gets up to get you both more ribs, hoping to try this again.

A few more beers & wine are drunk, you & the girls decide to have a sand castle competition while the boys pack up the food. “Look they wanted to make all that mess making it so they can clean it”& you all joke &laugh. You’ve really got to know some of these girls quite well today. The boys then once you’re all done judge the sand castles. you don’t win but everyone enjoyed your moat until it collapsed in on itself from the water. You then all go off with your partners or sit down with them for a while. Yours takes your hand & you paddle along the shore line together, the water never getting above your knees. Its cool & refreshing. His arm is around your shoulder & yours around his waist. Very few words are said on you little stroll & back which is about 20mins but the occasional chest caress from you, or bum squeeze from him or a deep kiss are all you both need, to confirm this is a beautiful day. “I love you” he pauses at one point to say. You’ve both said it to each other before but today it gives you goosebumps like when he said it the first time a month or so ago.

Upon returning to the group, they decide before everyone heads back to their boats for the night or back home, that you should all play never have I ever, with drinks as forfeits of course. It starts off all innocent as always & then by round 3 the dirty stuff is coming out. It gets to Sarah & she says “I have never had sex on a boat” , & everyone around you drinks other than you & your partner & Sarah as she made the statement. You’re not sitting next to each other & you both stare across, glancing. You’re in more shock, you were sure he’d done that with someone before but no. “I wonder if we played this tomorrow”Ross start “that this questions everyone would then drink at” & everyone giggles but you & he are just sending sexy eyes to each other, ignoring the group.

You throw your sundress on as you start saying goodbye to people & the temp drops slightly. Graces hug is greeted with the line by her of “if the boats gonna rock make sure it’s not from the waves” “oh don’t worry” you reply “if we rock the boat the sea will know about it” she & Ross get into someone’s else’s small boat & glide away. You make your way onto the deck of his & see he’s already changed out of his swim shorts into actual shorts & a put that grey top back on, Hands on the wheel ready to go. You know you’re staying out at sea tonight. He wants to catch fish for breakfast in the morning. So you head to the cabin as he heads the boat to a calm area good for anchoring & have a quick shower. With all the sand finally gone & now feeling refreshed, you throw on a long blue vest top, without a bra, your black French nickers that make him crazy & your sailor style short shorts. You don’t dry your hair, you know he likes it wet & wavey.

You when you emerge from the cabin your are delighted by the following sight. The sun hasn’t fully set & he is sitting on the railings at the front of the boat, shoes off, sunnys on, hair being gently blown by the sea breeze drinking a beer. He looks relaxed content & happy with his life. You notice a glass of wine waiting for you on the side. you take his photo on your phone which makes him smile.

“Capturing the moment baby.” You say as you walk to him, ignoring your wine glass. “You look so at peace. I want to send you this photo every time you look stressed or upset” “ooh baby really” & he pulls you in by the hips & you remove his sunnys as his hand goes through your long hair. Once it’s found the back, your faces & lips reach each other for a long passionate kiss. So deep & intoxicating. You both explore for a while & moan as your mouths entrance the others, eyes closed but knowing when you both open them they will be filled with desire, lust & love. & as you come apart you rest you head on his chest as you both breath properly. Eventually you move to pick up your glass of wine & he moves with you to the benches as you snuggle & kiss watching the sun set over the horizon, turning the sky from an amber glow to a twilight haze. You are both under the spell of the sky & each others desire.

“That” you eventually say as he turns on the decks lights “was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen” before you kiss his cheek as he slides back next to you. “In fact all Of todays been beautiful, the boat, the beach, the food, your friends everything” “& me?” He asks “ooh youre more than beautiful baby” you say & your hands starts to move up his leg towards his thigh “ooh im not beautiful not compared to you, your even more beautiful than that sunset” “ooooh you must be Star blind”’you blush “I always am when it comes to you” those words ignite your soul & you feel seen & loved & you tenderly bring your lips to his. Plump & smooth they capture each other for a little while before breaking, & then his hands start to wonder too.

“I was telling the truth about never have I ever” he says & then he tussles his fluffy hair & caresses your chin before he continues “but I’d like to have to drink to that questions next time we play it” you seductively sip your wine, & let some of the condensation from the glass drip down your neck. His mouth falls open. “Yeah I think I’d like to drink to that too” & you down the rest of your wine & he put the glass & his empty bottle in the chest inside the table in front of him, before taking you by the hand towards the cabin door, but he stops to make sure the boat is secure & safe. “We’re good but we’re not gonna rock the boat that much baby” you laugh. He’s perk up at this & slides across the desk to you & his hand go to lift your vest up off you, the second he reaches you. He then realises that you have no bra on underneath & pulls it back down.

“I didn’t realise they weren’t contained, I’d have caressed them a lot more if I’d have know” he says & his lips find your neck to pepper kisses on it “ it’s good to keep a few secrets baby, be it im not wearing a bra, that putting sun cream on your back aroused me more than you sucking your thumb or” & he pauses his kisses to look deeply into your eyes as you both get the the cabin door “that I’m wearing your favourite pair of French knickers right…” his eye dilate at the word of pair & his hands go straight for your hip to get a sneak peak of what he calls the sexiest material in the world “oooh no” you say as you slap his hand away. “If you can wait to see my boobs until we can get to bed, you can wait for them to Captain”. You both walk into your cabin bedroom & you slide onto the bed. He paces for a little bit & looks a little nervous.

“Sorry” he stumbles “this has been one of my favourite days ever & to end it like this…” and you stand up & wrap your arms around his neck bringing your lips together “today has been perfect baby, I love that you’ve loved it. & I love you.” you coo & pull him down on top of you, starting to entwine together. Both of you are eager & your hands are telling a similar story reaching for the neck of his shirt to take it off in a minute. “Make love to me” you moan as his hand gets to your breasts underneath your shirt “it will be the greatest honour of this captain” he says. & slowly & seductively you both remove each others clothes (he does admire those French knickers for a while, pleasuring you above them before removing them) “please I need you baby, make me yours all over again” you moan as he finally removes the last item of clothing either of you have on. The smoothness of his hands removing those french knickers made you sigh, but the gasp you make as he slides through your fold makes his eyes turn black with passion. “Always mine always all of this is for you” he replies before checking your okay. & then you make slow passionate love for what feels like eternity, rocking the boat more than the calm waters of this passage of sea does. As you finally come apart, spent in your sex haze & return to your senses, you wrap yourselves around each other & sigh a good night as your hand goes to his chest feeling a rhythm that you love from his heart, which you now know will always be yours.

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The Innocent Boyfriends Fics:- The Fashion Of Three Words

Why am i writing stuff like this & not what I’m meant to like my actual reviews? Oh well.

Once again mainly fluff & pining, nothing to strong. Anything implied is your head thinking it*wink wink*. Hope your enjoying these.Sorry this one’s long I went off on a tangent half way through.

A Saturday dinner reservation suddenly appears on your calendar while you are at work doing your 9to5 in the Tuesday. You almost spit your coffee out. This means he’s coming home, even if it’s just for one night & even if it’s linked to him doing press before hand, he’s at least going to be home for Saturday & Sunday. You do very quickly msg him & say this is happening right? This isn’t an error. Almost instantly a reply says no, it’s happening & it’s not press linked. We are going out for dinner drinks & dancing & im going to show you off to the city. Your smile you are unable to hide. Your colleague, who never picks up on anything, even says oooh what’s happened to put a spring in your step. You blush & say you’ve got a date. She has no idea that you are dating such a handsome & well known person.

The week flys by & is also so slow too. When you walk through the door at 6pm, he’s not there. You didn’t think he would be but your heart still falls a little when he isn’t. You do your normal Friday night stuff & it’s as you get half way through your film when you get a txt saying he’s on the plane. You know he’s not going to be here now until the early morning. You go to bed in the spare room, something you always do when he gets in late. He asked you to move in 18months ago as a friend, when your lease was up & he was dating someone else, & he needed someone to be in the flat more, but feelings blossomed since then & now you share everything. You know he will need his sleep, so you don’t want to be disturbed.

Upon waking up in the morning it’s raining. It’s cold & it’s very autumnal outside. Noones in your bed but there is a note on your pillow, that says don’t cook breakfast. Upon getting up to open the curtains & blinds in the kitchen the door clicks open. In he walks, he puts down the two cups of coffee (with ice) the almond croissants & gives you a bunch of purple tulips. He didn’t put his hood up so his curls are flattened & there are drips falling off him as he shakes off his coat. He is beaming at you & as his coat lands in the counter top he is engulfed by your arms & passion takes over. Whispers & promises to each other, are quickly taken from the kitchen to another room. It’s a good that it’s iced coffee it’s not going to melt.

The day passes eventfully, without even leaving your place or 2 rooms really(although you did pause for that breakfast) & eventually it’s time to get ready for dinner. It’s smart casual where your going, so you know you’ve got to put a bit of effort in, especially as he said he wanted to show you off. Jeans & a nice top won’t cut it today, it’s gotta be something just right. You don’t do fashion but you are now on the 5th outfit standing in front of the long mirror. Your feeling the way you look but your worried it’s a little too much with the shoes & the colours & that it might be too long. Also it has no sleeves. You go to head back to the bedroom to look at the outfits & you see him standing there like this on his phone & he sighs. “I didn’t know a girl who didn’t do fashion had so many nice outfit” he learns off the wall & passes his phone to you.

You scroll through. He’s taken a photo in every outfit you’ve been in so far. You had no idea he’d been there that long. “Have I made us late?” You ask sheepishly “oh no we’ve still got 10mins before we have to leave but I think you need to stop with the outfits now” he puts his hand on your shoulder “you could have worn a bin bag tonight & looked amazing, any of these outfits are fantastic, but this one brings out your smile the most & I can see all those tattoos so well” he winks & his hand now moves down your arm, stroking it as you look at him bashfully. “You always know how to make me smile babes but I cant wear this babes, I have no sleeves” you go to walk away to get changed & he pulls you back to him, your hand this time on his shoulder & his around your waist as you both kiss.

“I can resolve that” he says & with that he turns around & picks up another jacket from the sofa. It’s the one from that wine advert, with the gold & blue flowers & puts it on you. It smells like him & the silk inside feels amazing. You hum as he does the buttons up. This jacket has special meaning to you both. You hadnt seen the advert but had tried the wine with him while you were both going through break ups 9 months ago. After having a bottle of both he shows you the advert for the wine & in a tipsy state you said out loud that he looked even more handsome in that than anything else, not that he looked bad most days. He had sighed loudly before then finding your lips with his & then mumbling into you mouth that he’d waited for you to say that from the day you’d met him at the museum.

Back in the now while, you’re both remembering that night & your both exploring each other before going out for dinner, you both come up for air as your embrace softens. You’ve not said the words to him before but now feels like the right time to tell him. You kiss his patch in his beard & whisper into his ear those 3 little words. What your not expecting is as you start to say it, he’s saying it in yours too. You both pause before the last word to look each other in the eyes. Kisses fill the air & you both just can’t stop saying it. He pulls away & grabs his keys. “We are now running late “ & he points at the clock. “I was always going to tell you that tonight. I’d planned that for desert at dinner but now you look so perfect, & I just couldn’t not wait a second longer with you in my jacket. It’s yours for life, if you’ll have me for that long?” “Always babes, I’m only going to ware this from now on & then I’ll give it back to you so you smell like me”. You leave the apartment arm in arm & wait for the elevator, eyes still not leaving each other. As soon as the lift doors close you return to exploring each other, no time should be wasted in private anymore.