summary | after an argument involving the future in-laws, Laird apologizes with actions instead of just words.
warnings | smut, swearing, oral f!receiving, fingering, short handjob, very vocal Laird, hint at sub!Laird, short angsty scene, basically smut no plot
ignore that the gif isn’t laird but just James Franco pls there’s no good gifs of laird. I’m trying out this whole ‘you’ thing instead of she
Meeting the parents for the first time is always a nerve wracking experience, one of the hard points of a relationship. Especially when the one they’re being introduced to is the CEO of a video game company and also manages to have absolutely zero filter. The tattoos that littered his body could arguably be some of the worst to ever be tattooed. But as long as it’s love, right?
December 24th, Christmas Eve, Laird was two days into the whole meeting the parents thing. He did not get along with any of your family, and the whole thing was a nightmare. He put in pointless new additions to his house just to impress your family, but it just didn’t seem to be going his way. It was humbling, to say the least. The fact that you wanted to drop out of university to work and live with him full time wasn’t making it better either.
The decision to drop out was supposed to be one that you were going to bring up to your parents, since that was just… right. Instead of that going as planned, Laird spat out the news during a car ride. There was a huge argument happening between everyone in your family, and you were just thoroughly unimpressed with Lairds decision.
To sort out the issues between the two of you, you tugged him into your shared bedroom.
“Laird! Why did you tell my family about university? That was supposed to be my decision. Not yours,” you said, looking up at him. He frowned and took a step closer, seeming a bit guilty about the whole situation.
“I know, I’m sorry. I was just in the car with them and… it just kind of slipped out, man. You know me!” Laird responded, doing his best to justify his actions while also not angering you further. He stuffed his hands into the shallow front pockets of his low rise jeans. His thumbs stayed outside of the fabric. “I thought it was something we could like… talk out.” His eyes stayed locked on you, and he gave you a sheepish smile.
“Its not. Not this time.” Your arms crossed over your chest. He took a step closer, removing his hands from his pockets. The idea to put his hands in them now seemed pointless. He reached out and cupped your cheek.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure it’ll work out, baby. They can’t stay mad.” He murmured. “You look so sexy though, absolute boner-bait.” He smiled, that stupid smile that made his eyes disappear.
“That wont work tonight,” you told him firmly. He hummed and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Is that working?” He murmured against the soft skin.
“No,” you responded, your hands somehow on his chest. His head tilted and his lips located new skin on the right side of your neck with an exaggerated and muffled moan. “Ok, maybe a little bit.” Your initial answer changed quickly. Then the left side. His hands reached around and slid from your shoulder blades down your spine, and eventually to meet your ass.
“Lemme make it up to you, you know I’m sorry,” he whispered, head lifting just slightly. The nod that came from you in response was hardly registered by your own mind, but he caught it. His hands squeezed the muscle and he lowered himself slightly to be able to pick you up. Your back hit the stupidly big bed just a few moments later.
His fingers ran down the outsides of your thighs and then moved back to the button keeping on your bottoms. He kissed the fabric beside it and tugged it loose before dragging the clothing off of your body. The way his eyes seemed to roll back as his nose pressed against the soft, thin fabric of your panties, didn’t go unnoticed. His fingers gripped your skin a little tighter as his lips parted to press kisses to your skin through the cotton.
“Laird, don’t tease. Not tonight.” The words slipped out a bit needier than they were supposed to. He nodded, but he obviously didn’t actually comprehend what you said. He kissed your clit through the soft colored garment. Your hips lifted slightly to his face, bumping his nose. That seemed to be what woke him up.
His head turned and his lips pressed against the inside of your thigh. He bit, just an affectionate gesture that sometimes slipped out. Then his hands moved back up your sides, desperate to feel whatever bit of you that he could. His sharp breaths that left his nose could be felt against your skin, as if it hurt him to breathe.
“Thank you,” he murmured. His fingers hooked on the edges of your panties and he pulled them down. The action was agonizingly slow. Laird seemed to relish in the sight. Your head lolled to the side, your leg on that half of your body closed slightly as you attempted to get a better view at him. He was laying on the bottom half of the bed, his hips twitching into the mattress. He was getting off to this.
Once the panties were off, your eyes followed the movements of the hand that held them. He stuffed the cloth into his back pocket. The only thing preventing you from pointing it out and probably calling him an idiot was the feeling of him press his face into your warmth. The moan that rumbled out from his throat was louder than your own.
His mouth opened and he let his tongue fall onto your folds, prying them open with the muscle. His eyes shut as he readjusted his body slightly to get at a better angle. One of his arms wrapped around your hips, tugging your body against his face. The satisfied whimper that he dragged out of you made his hips stutter against the mattress. His other hand found your clit. His thumb rubbed slow circles against the bundle of nerves.
His tongue slipped from between his lips and delved inside of you, swirling to try to get as deep as possible. Your knees closed around his head as he moaned against your core, desperately sucking at your hole. The obscene noises made by your connected bodies were some of the worst you had heard. He pulled back slightly and ran a lick up your folds, moving his thumb briefly away to allow him to suck at it.
“Holy- fuck! Laird-” your fingers curled into his hair, trying to pull him away, but your legs closed and hips lifting to keep him close. He groaned softly against your skin. His lips locked around your clit, sucking and swirling as his fingers moved under his chin to locate your hole once more. “Wait-!” You almost said, but his pointer finger dipped inside. The digit found its way knuckle deep embarrassingly fast.
A few thrusts of the singular finger and he added in his middle, hand shifting to allow quicker and deeper movements. The words that bubbled in your throat all faded to nothing. No thoughts were even allowed in your mind except for him.
The bed shook underneath the two of you, and neither were sure whether it was due to the trembling of your own body under his touch, or due to the way he pushed his cock against the mattress through his jeans.
The way his fingers and mouth navigated your body was better than you could’ve dreamed. Just a few short seconds later, the tips of his fingers located the g-spot. The short cry that was torn from your lips and the buck of your hips was enough of a sign for him. He continued those same movements, not allowing a single moment of rest.
Not until he felt the squeeze of your thighs tighten around his skull and tasted your release on his tongue.
The comedown from your climax seemed never-ending as he dragged his tongue from the top to bottom of your folds until he was sure he tasted it all. The light grey comforter seemed black. His arms wrapped around you and tugged you up to the headboard.
Your eyes wandered curiously down to the bulge in his jeans, which looked very uncomfortable. He stood up from the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
“Where are you going?” You sat up a little straighter. He pointed at the washroom and down at his jeans. You shook your head. “Come here, I’ll help.”
Laird didn’t make you repeat yourself twice. The jeans and boxers fell from his hips immediately. He nearly ran to the bed and moved next to you. He was harder than a rock, and every breath he took had his cock twitching. You tapped his tip, and he jolted. Using the precum that had gathered at his base, your fingers wrapped around his cock. His legs were shaking even when you weren’t moving.
He always did cum pretty fast, but never as fast as he did then. One stroke and his abs were tensing. Two more and his head fell back with a guttural moan. His cum spurted onto his chest and all over your hand. He didn’t seem ashamed in the slightest. There was no reason to be ashamed anyways. He was just very into you.
As the two of you sat there on the Alaskan king, neither said a thing. His cock softened on his abdomen, your clit ceased to throb. Lairds head turned.
