: ̗̀➛ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: cameron cade x best friend black!reader
: ̗̀➛ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: M 18+, NSFW
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: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: best friends who finally do the do.
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“Damn baby, why didn’t you tell me you had all this good pussy?”
Cameron mumbled against your bare leg that were currently hiked over his broad shoulder, his voice dripping with admiration a lot sweeter than the way he was fucking you.
The question was rhetorical but emphasised just how much he was enjoying being inside of you.
Goosebumps broke all over the surface of your flushed and damp skin, choking on a whiny moan as your cunt tightly squeezed and pulsated around him. The throbbing sent a shiver down the length of his spine and settled in his bones. A flurry of chopped sobs poured from your mouth as your climax began to climb. You were so close. And he could feel it all.
You would have tried to answer his question but in truth - you didn’t know how to.
The two of you met during freshman in college - sharing the same physiotherapy classes and the two of you instantly clicked. When he first approached you - you couldn’t believe that he’d even talk to you. When you first arrived on campus, his name was uttered in every corner. He was the person to know because of his projected career. You had wanted to keep away from him - you didn’t like attention being drawn to you at all but Cameron just had to be enrolled on your course.
Even worse, he came to sit next to you.
You stilled at just making eye contact with him. Low sitting blue eyes, dimples deep as he smiled, rosy lips begging for attention and from his seated position alone you could tell that he was tall. He made sure that you couldn’t ignore him and you hated that fell for his charm, hook, line and sinker.
The attraction was shared and the chemistry intensified with each interaction but nothing ever came off it.
Football. Girlfriends. Endorsements. A great rookie career - all of it got in the way.
So friendship is what you settled for and you were grateful just to be a part of his journey.
Unfortunately for you, he was relentless. The friendship status did not matter to him at all and Cameron steadily flirted with you like the devil of temptation resided in his flesh. Always hanging around, giving you his undivided attention when you were close. Treating you just on the edges of a girlfriend, yet always teasing the word ‘friend’ in front of you. You always let it wash over you because being close to him in any capacity was worth it.
That attraction however, could not be denied and could not be hidden. And he’d picked up on it and he played with it - he played with you. He enjoyed teasing you. Kissing you on the neck, hands on your lower waist as he moved past you, hugs that lingered. Girlfriends be damned - you were the apple of his eye even if you denied what you were to him.
So that was how you found yourself in his penthouse - on a supposed regular night in with your best friend on his days off. So how you ended up in your current predicament was unbeknownst to you.
A movie, typical gossip, a game of tease.
From there all it took was a kiss.
A soft brush of your lips when he leaned down above you, whispering teasingly against your lips, fingers underneath your chin before gripping your jaw so that you couldn’t shift your eye contact away from him. So that he could see all of that want dripping out of your eyes.
“Do it.” You dared him.
And it was no surprise that he listened.
You had been so determined not to fall into his orbit and now you were on your back, sweating out your hairstyle, tank top ripped and panties pulled to the side as he manhandled you in every way. Your pussy stretched out and creaming around the thickest dick you’ve ever had in your life as you moaned in bliss. Fuck, you loved every second of it.
Cameron’s thrusts were deliciously brutal, his hips snapped into yours as your legs hang over his shoulders. He fucked you like you were a bitch in heat and you sounded just like one. Your mouth dropped open as your cries and whines could not be contained, sounding real pretty for him.
He breathed heavily through his nose at the sight your cream coating the length of his dick. Cam wedged his hands underneath the arch at the base of your back and gripped tight. He used your body as leverage to fuck into you even deeper.
The heat of the bedroom was making you delirious as much as the way his fat mushroom tip was pushing against your softest spots. You were so loud and Cameron drank all of your sounds by shushing you with rough kisses.
The wet clapping emitting from where your bodies connected was getting so loud, Cameron had to look down. His loud moan barely registered through the fog clouding your senses.
“You’re sooo fucking wet baby. Gushing all that good shit all over me, fuuuccckkk.”
You were looking up at him, doe eyed, a soft crease pinching in-between your eyebrows with your teeth biting onto your bottom lip as you tried to control it. He was hitting all of your good spots and it was so intense, it sat like a weight on your chest.
Then, Cameron pushed your legs back so that your knees were touching your ears and he moved to hover directly above you. He used his upper body to contort you into the perfect position for him - ready for his taking and you were in awe with how it left you feeling. The weight of pleasure sinking into your bones, deeper and deeper.
“O-oooh!” You gasped as you pulled on the sheets underneath your fingertips.
His beautiful, blue eyes never left your face as he watched your pretty face surrender into the pleasure he was delivering. Your eyebrows drew together tighter, as if you were about to cry, your lips forming into an ‘o’ form as he slowed down his strokes, letting you enjoy the feel of him. Inch by inch.
Soft curves and hard muscles colliding into each other. Naked,skin on skin - still, felt like there was a barrier between the two of you. The thought slamming into you, nothing will ever be enough, you will always want more. Cameron groaned as he felt the pain of your nails breaking into the skin of his back as you unintentionally brought him closer.
You were begging for him without words and that caused him to smirk in satisfaction. Cameron couldn’t believe you had been keeping this type of connection away from him. The type of connection that quenched your thirst but left you famished for more.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the feel of your trembling fingers tracing his bottom lip, tugging it free from his teeth. He placed a tender kiss on the inside pad of your thumb before his eyes drew back to where your bodies connected. The sight of it caused all of his blood to soar down to his aching dick.
Slathered all over his base was milky white. It built up generously and it accumulated so much the flapping wetness caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He couldn’t believe you’d ever get this wet.
“Yeahhh mamas, I can’t believe she’s this wet for me …”
Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off your cunt as he slammed back in, the wetness drawing a delicious drag with drag. He threw his head back as a deep groan left him. The sound was so primal it sent nasty shivers down your spine and settled in your pelvis.
But you didn’t move your hand away from his pelvis as he was folding you even deeper. In fact, Cameron, lowered his upper body until he was completely folded over yours. His pelvis ground against your clit, his trimmed hair brushing your clit - hard.
Cameron was wild in his lust.
He sucked bruising kisses into your neck, his tongue trailed hotly up to your mouth to claim it in a deep kiss. It was all consuming, overwhelming. His long tongue flattened against yours in maddening swipes, sucking the muscle sloppily into his own mouth which made you lightheaded.
Blood rushed to your ears as he ground his hips up again, hammering away at that spot inside you but not enough to make you cross eyed and your hand pressed on his abdomen.
Cameron kept his eyes on as you gasped desperately. Your eyes closed as he nipped at your bottom lip which caused you to sigh softly. His tongue darted out and soothed the sting of your bite before whispering inside your mouth- eyes glazed, “Move that hand, baby.”
You didn’t move your hand but he did it for you. He grabbed your wrist and trapped it above your head as he drilled into you. Your mind was mush the more he thrusted into you so you didn’t even try to think straight. Cameron was so caught up in the moment - not just from the heat of your pussy but how tight and how creamy you were.
Letting out a string of swears, Cameron captured them by bringing your mouth into another overwhelming kiss. His cock aching whilst he swallowed your wails as you twitched and ached around him.
Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Cam gave another harsh yet hard roll of his hips into your swollen opening while he was battering at that tender spot inside of you and then … you were coming.
And fuck! You were coming, hard. Your nails clawed at Cam’s rigged muscles as a swarm of stars completely eclipsed your vision whilst your body went into shock with wave after wave of vicious pleasure.
Your wails were so loud, you struggled to recognise your voice. But Cameron had a clear view to the ecstasy flooding your face he pumped his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your body. Filthy words of praise and encouragement directly in your ear, prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s it, babygirl … I love the way you’re cumming all over me…”
Tears spilled from your eyes and you were close to passing out when Cam dropped his head into your chest and took one of your swollen nipples into his mouth, his thrusts slowing down in tempo as he shot his cum deep inside of your heat with a muffled groan.
He filled you up to the brim and then popped out your nipple out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
The both of you were riddled with tiredness, thighs were killing you, and your body was trembling like a leaf but a grin had etched onto your lips regardless as Cameron placed calming kisses everywhere his lips could touch.
He slowly pulled out, warm yet concerned eyes checking over you for any sign of discomfort as you basked in the glow of the aftermath. Your eyes closed as you sank into the softness of the blankets beneath you. You left his kisses on your cheeks in the tender way that you’d grown accustomed to.
“You okay sweet girl? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, baby. I’m good.” You shook your head as you hummed in satisfaction. You felt him shift away from the bed, leaving you in your peaceful lonesome until you felt him wipe you down gently with a wet towel. You heard a thud as he tossed to rag onto on the floor when he was done.
You felt the bed dip beside you before Cameron slipped up behind you. Your hands reached behind you and brought him closer with a soft hum. You had crossed that line in your friendship and you couldn’t process what it meant for the future for the both of you. But you’d bask in whatever this moment meant for you.
Cameron nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “We’ll never just be friends after this.” He mumbled.
He was right about that. Nothing would ever be the same.
I’m so glad I have tomorrow off. I am gonna wake up at the crack of ass fucking dawn, finish catching up to Prey Animals by @hollyhomburg , catch up on some Smutober writings from @dashhoney25 , and re-read everything I just liked and reblogged from @nahimjustfeelingit-writes and @uzumaki-rebellion and @mauvecherie-writes . My Monday is looking fabulous.
Princess!Reader who since being born was the apple of your parent’s eye. You were the only girl child in a family of four boys to a father with only brothers as siblings. So yes, it made sense how you become the princess of the family.
Princess!Reader who grew up stressing your father to the point of baldness but he catered to your every whim. And that was a pattern your uncles and your brothers followed through with.
Princess!Reader who due to the high standards set by the men in your family fails to have successful relationships with the men of your age. You don’t tolerate disrespect, incompetence and laziness. The manosphere talking points don’t work on you. You just leave and never look back.
Princess!Reader who despite being spoilt, was raised to be a hard worker. You graduated top of your class in high school and your undergrad degree. Now you were finishing your master’s degree with a distinction and your interior design business was finally blowing up.
Princess!Reader who also loved spending money as much as you made it. And you were fortunate enough that the allowance from your family - even at twenty-eight - was overflowing. You were a lover of the mainstream fashion houses but you preferred LaQuan Smith or Pyer Moss over Chanel.
Princess!Reader who has the men in your life at your beck and call for whatever problems arise in your life. You didn’t know what it is like to ever have to figure out how to fix something manually.
Which is why when Princess!Reader’s tyre blew at the side of the road and you couldn’t reach any of your male family members, you were close to having a panic attack. It was past 7am in the morning, the roads were empty and you were staring down hard at the deflated tyre with a mean mug hoping somehow it would fix itself.
Princess!Reader’s whose head shot up when you heard the rumblings of a truck coming closer. It stopped in front of you and the window rolled down. You were momentarily frozen as you were struck by the beauty of the man that was staring back at you. His thick greying curls and freckled skin were impossible for you not to notice.
“You alright darlin’?” There was something about the tone of concern in his voice that caused your bottom lip to tremble and for the tears to fill up in your eyes. “No.” The sight of your tears, the handsome stranger immediately put his truck in park and hopped out.
Princess!Reader who explained your situation and the stranger immediately jumped into action. Fortunately for you, everything that was needed to change a tyre was in the trunk. And you loved watching a man hard at work.
Princess!Reader who as you watched his muscles flex as he worked on your car decided that, this was your man now. You swayed as he tried to hold conversation with you.
“So what’s your name darling?” He asked and Princess!Reader answered and asked the same.
“The name’s Jack. Jack Abbot.”
Princess!Reader who never thought the kindness of a stranger would lead to the best romance of your life.
ru’s note 💌: SURPRISE! I’m back again. I was working on some thangs. This is one of them. I really hope you love it. I’m trying to bring something a lil different to the Jack Abbot/Shawn Hatosy space. Hoping to be posting more soon 💕.
— summary: Lewis just couldn’t wait to get back home to his woman.
— warning: very little plot, minor angst, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, slight handjob, fingering, oral!f receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, rough handling: hair pulling, slight spanking, choking, minor dirty talk, minor aftercare. NOT EDITED
w.c: 5.0K
— ru’s 💌: am i back? am i not? time will tell 🤭 please enjoy! like, reblog and comment <3
He couldn’t stop his leg from shaking as the plane continued to descend.
“Since when have you been nervous about flying?” The voice of his father it through the noise of the podcast Lewis was listening to. He moved his headphone away from his ear and turned to his Dad with a soft smile playing on his face.
“I’m not nervous because of flying, Dad. I’m just anxious to see my girl.” Lewis confessed. Anthony chuckled – his smile spread and filled his whole face.
“She’s your girl now? When did that happen?”
“YN’s been my woman from the moment you introduced us. Things have been going really good between us. I just haven’t asked her officially.”
“Why haven’t you?” Lewis sighed at the question, rubbing his forehead as he thought of an answer. The both of you had never really discussed about the boundaries of your relationship, things just fell into place. In the beginning, things were meant to be strictly casual – whenever either of you where in town or whoever could fly out. However, as things progressed over the months, the both of you found yourselves dropping everyone else and exploring things exclusively without thinking too much about it.
However, there was something about this weekend, being away from you, had left an ache in his heart when he thought of you. When you’d spoken to him, telling him that you missed him in that soft, little voice of yours, - you took the last pieces of his heart and made him yours, completely.
“It’s been on my mind lately. I just think it’s time to make it serious. I don’t want her thinking that I’m wasting her time when I know she’s the one.”
“Alright, son. As long as you do what needs to be done. The next I see her; she better be my daughter-in-law.”
“I’ll do my best.” Lewis chuckled.
~
The plane landed and he separated from his parents and rode the town car towards your address. Originally, he would have met you at his home, but it was getting renovated to extend the closet to include more space for you. When it came to fashion, the both of you were competing but you had the leg up due to your vintage bag and shoe collection. One of the many things that he loved about you.
In his hand, he only had his essential hand luggage and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The rest of his bags would be delivered tomorrow as for what he had planned, there was no need for clothing.
With his spare key, Lewis opened the door to your townhouse and the immediate aroma of spices hit the senses of his nose. It brought a small smile to his face and the sense of welcome. He was home.
“Sweetheart! Roscoe!” He called out and the response he received was an excited squeal and an enthusiastic bark. The patter of nails on hardwood floor and soft thudding of bare feet on the wooden floor got heavier, the closer they came towards him and around the corner. You were ahead of the aging dog, in your barest form of beauty, dressed in just a white, camisole top and an old pair of his shorts. Not caring about what was in his hands, you dove into his arms and wrapped your limbs around his body. The speed in which you came at him almost knocked him out, but he quickly recovered.
“Woah!” Lewis lightly let out a laugh as he manoeuvred the flowers into his other hand and then secured his free arm around your waist as you snuggled your face into his neck and held onto him tightly. Without words, your hug conveyed how much you missed him and God, did he miss you too. Having you in his arms completed him in a way that he had never felt before.
“I missed you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear. He walked away from the door and with Roscoe following until Lewis settled on the couch with you still in his arms. You leaned back and took him in.
“Look at you.” You mumbled as you knocked his cap away from his head and freed his curls from their cage. He had been letting his curls loose lately and you swore your attraction to him increased tenfold. Your fingertips massaged the sides of his temples and his eyes fluttered close, and a lazy smile drew on his face.
“I missed you so much.” Lewis stated again which made you giggle.
“I missed you more even though we FaceTimed every day for these past two weeks.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same as having you right in front of me, sitting on my lap.” His hands came to your waist and settled there. “Nothing compares to this moment.” He added as he drew soft, circular patterns on the sides of your hips.
“Oh yeah?” You questioned, your eyebrow quirking up as you tried to contain your glee.
“Yes, baby. Now gimme a kiss, we’ve been apart for too long.” You didn’t need telling twice as you leaned down and captured his lips as you cradled his face into your palms. He hummed softly as your lips touched and the tingling feeling of your fingers rubbing on his beard. Lewis smiled was your mouth’s entangled in a slow dance of passion. Lovers, reuniting and quenching their thirst – drinking the lust your bodies desperately seeked. Lewis’s hand came to the back of your neck and pulled you closer as the kiss deepened.
Your core began to dampen, and you could feel him hardening beneath you and for a moment, as you drowned in his consumption, a disgruntled bark broke the haze. You turned your kisses to the underside of his jawline and to his neck as Lewis finally gave Roscoe some of his attention.
“Sorry my boy. I just had to great Mummy first.” He said just before Roscoe jumped onto the couch with some effort and then forced his way in between your bodies causing the both of you to laugh. “Alright boy. You have my attention.” You got up from his lap and placed one more kiss on his forehead and scratched behind Roscoe’s ears.
“Go freshen up, I’ll finish getting dinner ready.
~
Half an hour later, Lewis returned to the living room feeling livelier, changed into another pair of grey sweatpants and nothing more but the rainbow pearls around his neck along with a customised diamond encrusted cuban link chain that you bought him for his birthday. He kept his curls loose, a bit more damp from moisturising them. You licked your lips as you drank in his form. Witnessing his muscles and taut body move across the living room, relaxed and little sluggish. His freshly detailed tattoos, glistening from the shea body oil you know that he took from your side of the vanity table.
As you prepared a plate for him, you began to think to yourself that if you had told yourself a year ago that you would be fixing a plate for a man and becoming a mother to an aging dog who took your heart, you would have laughed at yourself. But here you were, doing exactly that. Tony Morrison was turning in her grave.
You silently watched as Lewis prepared Roscoe for bed, getting him more comfortable.
“Baby, come eat.”
“What did you make?” Lewis asked as he stood to his full height and approached you by the kitchen island.
“Shredded tofu tacos with pico de gallo with triple cooked chips. I made buffalo cauliflower too but that depends on whether you finish these tacos or not.”
“Everything sounds so good.” Lewis unconsciously licked his lips as you placed the food down in front of him. “Your cooking is always good.”
You sat beside him as you watched him eat and be happily fulfilled. Your hand came to the nape of his neck, playing with the tiny trestles of curls that laid there as he ate each of tacos on his plate.
“You should have been a chef.” Lewis groaned as he cleared everything that was on his plate, including the small bowl of buffalo cauliflower that he asked for.
“Why do people love saying that to me just because I can cook?” You giggled.
“Because all of that elbow work you put in could open a very successful, generational restaurant.”
“Fuck off.” You playfully dismissed him as you shoved his shoulder. With his plate clear, you took it away from him. As you stood by the sink, he couldn’t help but admire everything about your being. Before he met you and in the beginning days of your relationship – the hyper independent side of you would have never been doing everything that you were doing now but Lewis took great pride in the fact that you only did this for him.
The owner of your own accounting firm – one of the few forensic accountants in the city. Because of your niche, you were one of a kind and you were the best in the game. Your father and Anthony were tennis buddies, and you had a shared a few games with the man. Anthony introducing you to his son changed your lives.
“How’s the firm?” Lewis asked as he drank his water.
“Good… We finally aced the TSB contract.” You announced which caused his face to break out into a wide grin before he pulled you into his arms as he placed kisses all over your face.
“I knew you would get it! Congratulations sweetheart.”
“Thank you!” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly pecked his lips, the laughter never stopping as he kept coming back for more kisses. His fingers caressed your back as he held you close.
“Joining the baller’s club huh.” You rolled your eyes at his playful comments. As much you were making in the upper six figures – it was nothing compared to your wealthy lover. His generous gifts certainly helped.
“Let me actually fulfil part of my contract first. They could easily change their minds.”
“Then come to a race weekend. It’s more than just entertainment; it’s also a really good place to network with people on an international scale.”
“Look at you being supportive and shit. Am I also getting a hint of something else?” You raised an eyebrow and looked down at him inquisitively.
“I know you’ve been to a couple of races but this time I want you there as my VIP guest.” Lewis nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders as he absentmindedly drew patterns on your exposed skin.
“What race?”
“Which ever race that you can fit into your schedule. I know you’re a busy woman.”
“I’ll see what I can do for you, Mr Hamilton.” You whispered as you leaned down and captured his lips. He hummed softly into your mouth as your tongue leisurely caressed his, taking over his senses as you began to consume his every thought. Lewis could feel himself hardening against you as you pressed against him and all of his feelings that had been building up over the past few weeks that had mounted over.
“Take me out.” He suggested, mumbling onto your lips as he broke away. Your eyes darkened with lust, licking your lips – savouring his taste.
“Just like that?” You whispered.
“Just like that.” Lewis confirmed with his voice in a lowly tone as he moved to his feet and glided his hands away from your hips to your ass and groped it. Shifting your positions, your back was then pressed into the kitchen island edge as he crowded your space. Your hands slid into his sweatpants, and you pulled him out just as he asked.
Lewis sighed softly as your warm hand covered his tip, and you began to tug. His hand came to the back of your neck and pulled your lips towards his. With each stroke of your hand, you could feel him getting harder and harder. His pre-cum coated your palm, making your pulls more fluid, turning him on even more than he already was.
And you? Your essence was beginning to collect in between your thighs. You gasped into the heated kiss as he suddenly lifted your body into his arms, and you secured your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his length against your warm centre.
Once in the bedroom, you began to strip at the clothing that was suffocating you. Lewis gently laid you down on the bed and pulled the shorts down the length of your legs. The he did the same, discarding the sweatpants and standing in between your legs.
Looking down at you, parting your thighs softly until he could see your cunt. Your core was dripping, your clit blooming and swollen. It never took much to get you wet like this, but it was only something that he could do to you.
“So fucking pretty.” He mumbled, more to himself than you but his comment made you smile, nonetheless.
“You always say that.” You responded as you parted your legs further as he hovered above you.
“Because it’s true. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and it’s all mine.” He said before he crashed his lips into yours, craving your taste more than he’d ever before. With his tongue parting your lips as he deepened the kiss, he pushed two fingers inside of you.
“Uuhhh.” You whimpered as your tongues collided hungrily. It was like the pit of your stomach was collapsing within itself at how good his fingers felt inside of you. Your walls were so snug and tight around his fingers.
“You’re soaking me already, baby.” He mumbled, his teeth latching onto your bottom lip and lightly tugging.
“Mmm.” You whimpered yet again and wrapped your hand around his wrist as he pushed his fingers deeper into your pussy. The both of you followed a rhythm, the pace increasing as your hips lifted off the bed as your breaths became heavier. Your braids had fallen out of their bun and using his free hand, Lewis loosened the rest and tugged at them, forcing you to meet his eyes. Chest to chest, the chain around his neck brushing against your breast as his hair tickled your cheeks as the curls created a curtain around your face. Complete tunnel vision on him as he made you feel good with his fingers.
Lewis watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers and hooked them on your spot. The sound of your name leaving your lips was so sweet and it made his dick throb even harder. He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to pout. He quickly changed that expression when he pushed those fingers into your mouth.
You eagerly sucked on the digits, your tongue making sure not to mis any drop – sucking on them just like you would his dick. He smirked as he watched desire drive your actions. With his fingers pushing on your gag reflex. Lewis shifted his body so that he was at eye level with your pussy. The back of your thighs was on his shoulders as his mouth watered at the sight of your lower lips. He unconsciously licked his lips as your arousal trickled out of you.
The sweetest nectar of forbidden fruit.
“Hold your legs for me, sweetheart.” Lewis instructed and you followed his command. Not wasting anymore time, he spread your use open and swiped his tongue from your asshole to your cunt and back. Soft mewls left your mouth as you squirmed beneath his hold. His hands held you down by the back of your thighs as he completely devoured you. He circled your clit with his tongue, dipping the tip in and out of your cunt -making a mess.
“Oh god!” You cried our as your legs tried to close around his head.
“Just me baby.” Lewis chuckled. “It’s me taking care of this sweet ass pussy.”
“Yeess!” You cried as your hand planted themselves in his thick curls and tugged. Urging him for more and Lewis wasted no time giving it to you. As he feasted on your clit, he dipped his finger back into your core. The combination of his tongue and his fingers had your walls tightening around his digits and and he could feel your orgasm on the rise.
“Let me have it. I need it baby.”
“Lew- shit!” You hissed, crying out in pleasure as your juices began to leak out of you.
“Give me more! C’mon!” He urged you. You body seized as your climax took hold, and he desperately lapped your juices until your body stopped trembling.
One of the many things that you loved about Lewis was that he treated sex like an art form. He always took his time learning your body, accepting every reaction that you gave hi, pushing him to stroke you, harder and faster past your limits.
“Goddamn, so fucking beautiful.” Lewis whispered as he placed a kiss on the inside of each thigh and trailed up the length of your body. He hungrily claimed your lips, kissing you with a passionate force that provoked whimpers out of you. Your essence coating his lips, making sure that you know how good you taste.
“I need you inside of me.” You whispered against his mouth as your hand found its way between your bodies and wrapped around his dick.
“Put it in for me, baby.” He mumbled as he lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder as the other, he held down with his hand as you slowly pushed him into you. Your eyes immediately closed your pussy fit around him like a glove. Made just for him, that’s how good it felt. Nothing and no one compared to this moment.
And you loved it every time.
“Every time.” He sighed as he buried himself deeper into you. Your hand came to his chin and tugged him closer by his bear. You pecked his lips before you pushed your thumb into his mouth. The tingles that shot through you due to the suction made your pussy clench round him.
“Fuck me like you hate me.” You whispered against his mouth.
“Oh, I will. I just needed a minute to appreciate how you feel.” Your eyes slowly peopled open and locked in with his lust filled ones. Lewis crowded your space as he began to move in and out of you.
Nails dug into his skin as your mouth hung open as his every thrust rattled your body. Lewis’s brows furrowed as he enjoyed the fee of your walls rhythmically pulsating around him. Your warmth, your tightness, your wetness – all for him to experience.
No one else.
“Oh my god!” You gasped. Through your glazed eyes, you saw him smirk down at you. He began to circle his hips, driving deeper into your tunnel but keeping the same pace.
“Right there?”
“Yess – Oh fuck! Yes!” Your eyes crossed as you threw your head back. Lewis leaned down and sucked on your exposed neck as he pressed the tip of his dick against the ceiling of your cunt. The sounds you were making were even foreign to you; your toes curled above his head as the knot in the pit of your stomach clenched.
“Fuck, baby. You always feel so good.” He trapped his bottom lip with his teeth and looked where your bodies joined. The wetter and tighter you got, the more he sped up until a ring of your cream collected at the base of his dick.
“Lewis!” You cried out his name.
“I know baby, I know. Give it to me.” He mumbled as he leaned down and placed kisses along your jawline. “Come on this dick, YN.”
Your words got stuck in your throat as you arched into his chest.
“I want you to look, sweetheart.” Lewis said. “Look at how I fuck this sweet pussy, and you cream all over me.”
“Baabbyy.” The nickname came out as a whimper as you dipped your head down and looked as his dick nestled deep inside and pull out, over and over. Your cream was covering his length and catching on his trimmed pubes. Without thinking, you reached down and with your finger, collected your essence and brought your fingers to his mouth. Lewis groaned as your cum touched his tastebuds.
The look of pure hunger in his eyes was your trigger. Tingles shot up your spine and took over you. “OH FUUU-.” The words were lost in a silent scream as your orgasm erupted. Lewis moaned aloud as you felt his release flood your walls which intensified your climax. You dropped your legs to his waist and wrapped your arms around him after he was spent.
He collapsed on top of you and took deep breaths to gather yourselves even though he was pressing on your chest. Lewis then patted the side of your thigh, and you moved your limbs away from his body. You softly sighed with a pout as he pulled out of you and disappeared into the en-suite.
You climbed towards the headboard and laid down onto your stomach with your eyes closed. You felt the bed dip beside you, then the warm dampness of a cloth on the inside of your thighs. A hum left you as you enjoyed the tenderness of his touch as he cleaned you up and left chaste kisses where his fingers gripped your skin.
“Thank you, my love.” Your voice came out airy and soft. The way you sound when you are tired.
“You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”
“Not a chance. You have much to make up for.”
Lewis chuckled. “I do, don’t I?”
“You were only gone for two weeks but why did I miss you so much this time?”
“Because before I left, we had an unfinished conversation.”
You turned around onto your back, the jiggling flesh of your breast bouncing with the movement. The sight of that had his dick standing to attention. By the little smirk on your face, you knew what he had referring to.
“You have been my unexpected surprise. Coming at a moment I had sworn no distractions.”
“Am I a distraction to you, Mr Hamilton?” You asked as you leaned forward onto your elbows, and it brought your face closer to his.
“No, you’re not sweetheart. You’re everything I didn’t expect to be blessed with and more.”
“I like that answer.” You closed the gap between you and pecked his lips.
“I like you.” He murmured as he kissed you back, holding onto your Ips for longer. Your hand came to cup his cheek.
“I like you too.” With one last peck, you moved away from the bed. You don’t know why but the sudden urge to run took hold and you swiftly moved to the closet as the beating of your heart was loud in your ears. You had known that this conversation was coming. It had been lingering over your heads for more than enough time now and yet, a part of you was still not ready to face it. You had already given so much into this relationship and what scared you the most was how … easy it was to do. Lewis pulled out parts of you that had been dormant and you hated how it made you love him even more for it.
To be confronted with his feelings too. To know that he reciprocated what you gave and then-some was overwhelming.
“You avoiding me sweetheart?” You heard him speak from behind you as you turned your attention your jewellery vanity.
“Babe…”
“No, no. You are avoiding me.”
“I’m not. I’m just trying to get my emotions in control.” You confessed as you stayed facing the dresser, sorting out your jewellery, trying to keep your fingers busy.
“Talk to me then.” His voice sounded closer than before, but you didn’t feel his warmth.
“You have no idea how badly I want this.” You whispered your admission. “And for so long, it felt like admitting it out loud was a fool’s dream.”
“Did you think I didn’t want the same thing as you?” He asked.
“It’s not that I didn’t but I was weary because I know that this is a trying time in your career and you’re so focused on reclaiming what was stolen from you and you’re such a narrow minded visionary when it comes to your goals and as much as I can feel that you want this – you are right in saying I might be a distraction.” You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as your fears spilled out. You still weren’t looking at him, but you felt his arms circling your waist and his face buried in the crook of you neck.
“It would be foolish of me to say you’re wrong. You’re right, I do want to get back to the top of my game and I’m doing everything in my power to make sure that I do. And despite saying all of that, the way I feel about you YN far surpasses that. We were meant to find each other when we did. You are here to remind me that there are things that don’t wait for the right moment. I would be a fucking idiot if I let you go and ask you to wait when I can experience what we have now and grow in love together.”
You were quiet as you let his words wash over you and settle within your heart. “You really mean that?” You asked, your voice soft but full of hope. Your bodies swayed side to side as laid kisses on your neck and up to the back of your ear.
“I do. I want this for as long as you want me, but I don’t want to do this with anyone else, and I don’t want to.” His touch melted you as he explored your curves, enticing your senses, and you could feel his hardness beginning to press against your ass. Your body felt like it was vibrating from how much it craved him.
“Lewis.” You mumbled his name as he bent your body forward until you were pressed over the vanity table. The bite of the wood against your chest did not compare to the sizzling touch of his fingers in between your thighs, spreading your wetness around. Your body just called to hi and he always knew how to answer.
“Ssshhh, I know just what you need, sweetheart.” He spoke as he parted your legs even further and slipped right back into you. You braced yourself by holding onto the vanity’s edge as he delivered long and deep strokes.
“Oh my!” You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His thrusts rattled your body over and over until your legs were trembling beneath you. The way that he was controlling your body, you knew that there would be no-one else that would ever come close.
Your orgasm quickly rose, jumbling your thoughts and only leaving Lewis. Your hand behind and pressed against his abs.
“Move your fucking hand!” He hissed through his gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper into you. “You told me to fuck you like I hated you and I am.” You could hear the teasing in his voice. Then he wrapped your braids around his wrist and pulled until your back was deeply arched. The new angle had you gasping for air and standing on your tiptoes as you braced yourself.
The slapping of his pelvis against your ass, your mingled heavy breathing, and the quivering of your cunt around his dick was pleasurably overwhelming.
Tell me you’re mine, YN.”
“I – I, oh GOD!” You screamed as your eyes closed with tears lining your lashes.
“Fucking tell me!” He taunted with a heavy slap on your ass cheeks.
“Yes! Yes! I’m yours!” You moaned out loud. Using your braids, he pulled you up to his chest and placed your right knee onto the vanity table. His left hand came to your jaw and other came in between your thighs and rubbed on your clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
Lewis licked his lips as he watched the pleasure completely take over your face. He held onto your jaw and the pressure forced you to open your eyes and meet his gaze.
“You promise?” His words soft and light as if his dick wasn’t hammering on your sensitive spot. You nodded your head as your eyes crossed as you clawed at the hand applying pressure on your throat. Your moans turned to soft but heavy whimpers as your walls tightly clenched around his dick, causing Lewis to hiss against your cheek.
He pounded you faster and faster until both you and the vanity were rattling. You held on tightly as your climax peaked and Lewis held onto you tightly as he coated your walls, his hoarse moans sweetly ringing in your ears. He rutted into you until he was spent.
The smell of your sex and the sound of your breathing were your only companion until you opened your eyes and the first thing you spotted was the crack on the side of the vanity mirror. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped.
“What?” Lewis questioned as he untangled himself from you and turned you around until you were facing him.
“We broke the vanity.” You said as you played with his chains. His eyes moved past your head to the crack. He smiled as he turned back to you until his lips met yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss.
“You won’t need this one anymore. I bought you a bigger and sturdier one for the new closet in Knightsbridge.” The lack of hesitation in his statement brought finality to what this was.
“This is it huh?” You smiled as he picked you up in his arms and headed towards the shower.
“This is it. You’re the only one for me, YN.” He smiled as you ran your hands through his now sweat damp curls. You hugged him tighter. Yeah, this was it for you too.
warnings: NSFW 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, smut with no plot, titty fucking, bodily fluids, dirty talk, switch dynamics.
w.c: 2.07k
author’s note: am i back? who knows. im back on my shits. i just need to be consistent. please show love and support 🩷 edited as much as possible.

No one had ever asked him that before. To be technical - no one had ever asked him as directly as you did. Sure he remembered being offered but being so drunk in lust he forgo the offers.
Now here you were.
His newest fixation and the capture of his heart.
Looking at him with innocent yet inquisitive eyes - patiently waiting for his answer to your question.
“Can you fuck my tits please?”
Lewis was left floored. Yet the excitement tightened his core.
So of course his answer was yes.
Quickly, both of your clothes were stripped and your mouths were latched in a hungry battle of raging passion. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue stroked yours. The taste of him could never be enough and you searched for more and got it.
Lewis broke your kiss with a soft pop, his lips trailed down the curve of your jaw, nipping at the curve of your neck before dipping lower. He dragged his tongue down the valley of your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your skin, then zeroed in on your big titties heaving with each breath. Those heavy things rose and fell, dark nipples peaked and begging surrounded by wide areolas that begged for his attention. The flesh soft and tender to touch but the nipples hard and begging for attention.
So Lewis latched onto one nipple first, sucking hard with a low grunt rumbling from his chest. His teeth graze the stiff bud as his tongue swirled around it in tight circles. You arched up, filling his mouth full of your tit, a sharp gasp left you as Lewis pulled more of your breast into his mouth, devouring it like he was starved.
His free hand came to your neglected breast, his fingers stroking and twisting your nipple in slow patterns while his tongue happily kept at the bud until it was hard and swollen in your mouth.
“Mmmph,” he hummed against your flesh, vibration shooting straight to your nipple as he switched sides, licking a broad stripe across the underside of your other breast before sucking that nipple just as deeply too.
Lewis grabbed both of your breasts into his large hands - his fingers sinking into the softness, the flesh overflowing through his fingers. A deep hunger shadowing him as a growl vibrated through your flesh as he sucked on you harder. Holding onto them like handlebars, he pulled you closer, kneading and rolling the weight in his palms.
Your arousal could not be contained - it trailed down your legs, dampening your thighs the more he sucked on your breasts. His fingernails dug into the tissue just enough to leave faint marks - a sign of his unravelled desire consuming his senses.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” Lewis slapped your tits together, his heavy hands causing them to jiggle and bounce before he buried his face right in the deep valley between them. He rubbed his face against the warm, pillowy skin, inhaling your scent - worn out vanilla and hints of caramel underneath - Lewis nuzzled his face deep like a man possessed. Having you like this unlocked a side of him, he never knew that he had. Your eagerness to please had him unlocking the restraints he had placed upon himself.
You bit down on your lower lip, your eyelids drooping as you watched him feast on your chest. Your body twisting under the onslaught. Your fingers threaded through his braided hair, holding him there as he feasted whilst your hips bucked faintly upwards against his hardened dick.
“You like sucking on my titties, baby?” You purred, voice thick with lust, breathless, teasing. “I love the way you suck on them. Makes me feel so good.”
Lewis looked up and met your gaze, a wicked grin splitting on his face as he gave your breasts another squeeze, before pulling back and using his thumbs to circle your nipples. “Hell yes, baby. These titties perfect for me.” He growled back, slapping them with his heavy hand once more before he dived down on you again to suck one into his mouth.
Lewis couldn’t get enough of you. But he leant back, shifting his weight onto the hinges on his legs. His eyes were so dark with the unbridled passion he felt for you.
Finally, he swung his thigh over you to straddle your chest, his massive frame looming over you like a shadow. His broad shoulders and muscular arms flexed as he positioned himself. His knees dug into the mattress on either side of your chest as he softly lowered himself so that his warm and full, swollen balls settled against your sternum.
You couldn’t help eyeing his fat dick as it laid just in your eye sight. Your mouth salivated at the girthy shaft with pulsing veins snaking along its length, all the way up to the head and then flushed dark with a leaking steady bead of pre-cum trailing from his tip.
“Baby.” You whimpered - as you brought your tits together, closing up the cleavage, creating a tight passage. “Pour the oil on me and do it for me please.” You begged, your voice trailing on into desperation.
His eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his head as he poured the body oil on your chest and gripped the base of his dick. You rubbed the warm oil into your chest as he eagerly stroked himself. Once you were fully leathered in the oil, Lewis guided his dick down the depth between her cleavage.
The glistening soft flesh wrapped around him like a warm heavy-weighted blanket. Your skin was slick from the sweat, a sheen of perspiration dripping down this length making everything glide smooth as he placed his hands over yours and pressed your breasts together to encapsulate his dick in the plushiness of your flesh.
The first slow thrust of his hips moved forward, his hips rocked steady, sliding his veiny thickness through the tunnel of your cleavage - the tip emerging just shy of your chin while his balls dragged heavy, warm - across your sternum.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” Lewis groaned, his voice low, accent heavier than normal as his heavy-lidded eyes bored down onto yours. As he steadily pumped, each glide smeared his pre-cum left a trail on your chest, mixing in with the oil to create a slippery friction that had him grunting deep in his throat.
Lewis’s fingers squeezed harder, both of your fingernails sinking into your flesh and sealing your tits like a vice to tighten the grip around his dick as he fucked forward, the head of his dick popping out at the top of each stroke.
You tilted your head up, parting your lips and poking your tongue out to catch the tip of his dick every time he thrusted upward. You flicked your tongue in a quick and teasing manner, lapping at the beads of pre-cum that had welled up. You swirled your tongue around the broad head in lazy motions that made his hips stutter.
“Mmm, Lew.” You moaned softly, voice husky and breathless as you shifted beneath him.
“Your pre-cum taste so good. So needy and ready for me. Just how I like it.” You whispered before you sucked on the tip briefly when it crested again up into your mouth. But this time you hollowed your cheeks, sucking on him hard before releasing the swollen head with a wet plop.
Lewis’s moan rang out as you then flicked your tongue side to side across the sensitive underside of the head and then traced down the length of the vein that coursed blood through his fat dick.
“Put me back in-between.” He begged.
And you did, which caused him to bend forward in delicious agony.
“Mmm, fuck! Your tits are swallowing my dick like they were made for it.” Lewis rumbled, staring down at you with raw hunger. His thumbs pressed into the sides of your breasts to mold them firmer around him.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted me to use you like this didn’t you!” His thrusts deepened, the slick sounds of skin on skin filled the bedroom - schlick, schlick - loud as his balls slapped against your bouncing flesh with every push of his hips.
“I did. I can’t believe you let me dirty you like this. You’re so soft, baby…mmm…big fuckin’ tits feel good on this fuckin’ dick.” He rambled as his eyes eyes rolled to the back of his head. However, Lewis’s mouth could not be stopped.
“Fuuuuccckkk, sweetheart! You knew that this would ruin me didn’t you? Got ‘em huggin’ me tight, makin’ this dick feel good in all this meat.” His voice dropped an octave, his words tumbling nastier than before between heavy breathes.
“You wanted me to fuck your tits because you’re a nasty slut who wants me to paint your skin with my cum.” You nodded your head - no words needed to be exchanged because that is exactly what you wanted.
Lewis kept the pace building, hips rolling in a steady grind, harder and faster. One of his hands released your breast to brace on the headboard above you for leverage. You quickly took over, bringing back the tightness as he drove forward harder.
Both of your hands were holding your chest firm, kneading your breasts rough and squeezing tight as Lewis watched his shaft disappear and reappear, glistening more with each pass. Your tongue worked overtime - swirling around the frenulum in long strokes to make him hiss, then darting out to trace the ridge before sucking greedily at his slit.
“I love the way you look like you’re about to lose it. Keep fucking my tits just like that. I want you to. Please baby.”
Lewis mumbled underneath his breath as he of the headboard and tangled his hands into your hair, anchoring himself as he angled his thrusts to feed you more of his tip as his balls tightening against her skin with the building pressure.
Lost in his senses, he brought your head up more - straining your neck to feel both your tits and your mouth on his appendage as he worked himself into a frenzy.
“Keep your mouth sucking on me just like that.”
Lewis moaned as his pace quickened so much that the bed creaked under the weight of the both of you. He lost himself in the sight of his lover beneath him, tongue lashing and breasts bouncing with every forceful glide - pleasuring him with every inch of your body.
“You want this cum all over you sweetheart?” Lewis rasped, his voice rough and thick as his hips stilled as he held your gaze. One hand held your head still but you could feel his dick twitch in between the flesh of your cleavage.
Your eyes lit up with glee. Teasing, your tongue darted out to grab the last teasing lick along the underside of h before you nodded your head eagerly.
“Cum all over me baby. I want it.” You whimpered against him, this muskiness of his manhood making your mouth pool with spit. Hungry for more. His movements became more frantic as the knot in his stomach tightened. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his mouth fell into a silent scream.
He erupted.
All over your chest and some landing on your mouth and chin. You giggled as his orgasm prolonged and his hips staggered until he whimpered over, bracing himself against the headboard.
“Fucking hell gorgeous, you took the life out of me.” He mumbled through deep breaths. He looked down at you just as you were licking the remnants he had left on your bottom lip.
“Well I’m glad you liked it.” You looked up at him, still lustful, still seductive. You were not done with him yet and Lewis knew it. Re-positioning himself until his face was hovering above yours.
“You’re not done with me yet are you?” He whispered, wiping the rest of his cum on your face and pushing it into your mouth. You moaned as you sucked his fingers clean. He pulled out his fingers and you held onto his wrist and kissed the inside of it.
“Not by a longshot baby boy.” You replied before you moved up and closed the gap between the both of you and captured his lips. He could taste himself and caused him to get hard again.
ru’s letters💌: there are some embellished truths about Jack in my version of him, do not take them as canon, this is fanfiction after all. Forgive any mistakes, not edited 💕
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
Jack Abbot who lived a life of solitude after the divorce from his wife, Shannon. Work, gym, sleep. The occasional outing with friends and colleagues. The occasional date that sometimes ended with something more. And he was content with that, at least that’s what he told himself.
Jack Abbot who two and a half years as a single man has not had a connection that lasted longer than four dates. He was a man focused on his work and his patients and that gave him fulfilment but even he could admit to himself that he was lonely.
Jack Abbot who after a session with his therapist went out and adopted a cat. A black kitten who was about to be euthanised because of her health issues. Her little golden-yellow eyes looked at him through the cage and he just knew that she had to be his. By the time he arrived back at his home, Jack had everything that he would need be a ‘cat dad’ as they called it. A name for the kitten however, that was to be determined.
Jack Abbot who never flaunted his wealth. He was a smart man who, from a young age, invested his money wisely. He knew that he would need something to cushion him after his service and unfortunately his pre-planning saved him a great headache after losing his lower limb. Jack who if you didn’t know him personally would take him for what he is at a simple appearance. A simple man who worked more than he enjoyed living life.
Jack Abbot who after a typical night shift was already calculating how to spend his day off. Grocery shopping, buy breakfast and then home. He didn’t want to do anything else with his two days off but be in his house with his kitten.
However … that all changed when he saw the flashing hazards of a Mercedes coupe and a woman dressed in pink from head to toe pacing back and forth. Her beautiful face pulled into a deep frown as she furiously typed on her phone. The feeling he got when he first saw his kitten, he was feeling it now. So he slowed down his truck.
Jack Abbot who asked “You alright darlin’?” And your tears following after you trembled out a “no” pulled something out of him that had been dormant for a while. He never wanted to see you cry ever again. So he asked questions as he changed your tyre - pretty surprised that a modern Mercedes like this even had one in the back.
Jack Abbot who tried not to blush but failed as he felt your eyes on him as he worked, ignoring the pinch in his stub from the position he was in. He was going to fix your tyre and not complain about his aching body.
Jack Abbot who asked for your name and when you gave it to him, he locked it in his memory. A name he would never forget even if this moment would be fleeting. He was kind of annoyed that changing your tyre was quick, he wanted to bask in your scent for a little longer.
Jack Abbot who tried not to wince as he stood to his full height only to be nearly knocked off his feet when you dove into his arms and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chuckled at your gratitude as his arms naturally closed around your back and held you. God you felt good in his arms and that should have frightened him.
Jack Abbot who looked into your brown eyes and took in your wide smile. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured which caused your smile to be wider.
“Thank you.” You giggled and then you pulled away which Jack tried to not show his disappointment. “I have to show my gratitude somehow. You literally saved my life.”
“There’s no need for that darlin’. I was just helping out a stranger.”
“You just told me you were coming from a night shift, I can pay for your breakfast or something.”
“What you can do for me is get back in your car, get home and rest your pretty head.” He watched you poke your bottom lip out and he had to bite his own to stop from doing what he was thinking of doing but he picked up on the fact that you don’t like being told no.
“I feel bad, there’s gotta be something more that I can do for taking your time.”
Jack Abbot who in that moment, feeling bold did something he hadn’t done in a very long time, he made the first move. “Why don’t we switch numbers and we can discuss later how you can thank me.” The flirtation undertone could not be missed and you picked up on it.
Jack Abbot who savoured the kiss you left on his cheek after you swapped numbers and got back into your car. “I’ll be seeing you Dr Jack Abbot.”
“Yes, you will darlin’. Yes you will.” He mumbled as he watched you drive away. He stood there for a moment letting his feelings settle as they registered. He felt giddy and that excited him.
Jack Abbot who as he drove away, smiled to himself as he knew that his life was about to change.
ִֶָ☾. Occupation: Unemployed trust fund baby, future CEO to the Spencer Real Estate and Legal empire
ִֶָ☾. Residence: Key West, FL. New York City, NY
ִֶָ☾. Hometown: East Hampton, The Hamptons, NYC
ִֶָ☾. Partner(s): Danica Richards [deceased]
ִֶָ☾. Relationship status: Single
ִֶָ☾. Vices: Alcohol, Sex, Running
ִֶָ☾. Character background: Being born into wealth sheltered him, protected him from the realities of the outside world. One accident shattered his rose tinted glasses and he was now left to face reality on his own. Isolated in lonesome in the furthest corner of his world, Teddy was slowly accepting the cards he’d been dealt. Now, a family tragedy is pulling him back into the world that had spat him out.
ִֶָ☾. Characteristic traits: recluse, grumpy, depressed, heavy drinker, yearner, reserved, strong-willed, morally complex, becomes family oriented, eventual lover boy
INTERACT WITH POST TO BE INCLUDED IN FUTURE PARTS.
