🔥🌶️ Crackling Heat and Christmas Kisses 🔥🌶️
AN: This is for a writing challenge that I entered in a Discord server that is owned by a good friend of mine, @echoingbirdsofprey. For this challenge, we were given a prompt, followed by a quote that we had to incorporate into the story. Hope you enjoy. This is also my first fic where I have written smut, so please be gentle. Reblogs, comments, replies, shares, etc. are appreciated!
Warnings: 18+. This fic contains EXPLICIT PIV (female receiving)/oral intimacy, as well as some light restraint/pinning, and light possessiveness. Also includes aftercare from oral intimacy.
Prompt: Mistletoe, Christmas Crackers, Tree Topper, Tree Lights
Quote: “Look, I get that you go all out with Christmas decorations, but I can see your flashing lights through the blinds on my bedroom window, and they’ve kept me awake the past few nights.”
Pairing: Tyler Owens x Nikki Callahan (Oklahoma State Cheerleader OC).
It was a snowy, yet chilly night. Christmas Eve has just arrived, and every street and neighborhood is filled with colorful Christmas lights and decorations that could take your breath away.
For Nikki Callahan, it meant taking part in a Christmas event as a cheerleader for the Oklahoma State Cowboys. And boy was the outfit sexy!
The outfit consisted of red shorts similar to the traditional game-day uniform shorts, a red velour midriff top with a V-cut and white faux fur trim, and white stars attached to the belt. However, with a little bit of flair, Nikki had also crafted a short, red skort with white trim, which added a playful and festive look to the outfit. For an extra addition, she then placed two jingle bell waist chains around her bare, exposed midriff and body. One on the top of her midriff, just below the hem of her top, and the other one right below her belly button, but lower, so it was right at the top hem of her red skort. Just then, a long whistle rang aloud, but to her, it was music to her ears as she was able to pick it out.
“Damn. Baby girl, you look like you’re about to start a fire in here,” a familiar voice calls out as the source of it reveals its way into the bedroom. She smiles, as it was none other than her boyfriend, Tyler Owens, the reckless social media star and storm chaser, who had just let himself into her house.
Nikki smirks, licking her bright red lips as she had just finished putting on the new lipstick color that Tyler had brought for her as an early Christmas gift.
“Maybe because I want to. You know I love playing with fire, sweetheart,” she teases, her whisper low and sultry.
Tyler gently places his hands on her hips, a finger playfully messing around with the jingle bell chain she has on.
“You’re so beautiful. God, I could look at you all night.”
She softly laughed. “Later, tornado cowboy. Right now, I’ve got dancing to do.”
He lets a cocky smirk cross his lips, playfully jingling a couple of bells as a way to tease her. She then turns around to look in the mirror, attempting to look over herself. As she tries to do so, he playfully smacks her backside.
He licks his lips, coming right behind her and resting a hand on her hip, his other hand resting on his own hip. He then teases her more, kissing her on her collarbone. She softly giggles before turning around and kissing his lips passionately, her bare midriff brushing against his white t-shirt that she so desperately loves. Her bells jingling as she moved her body against his. He softly laughs, coming closer to her ear.
“Later, baby. You need to focus.”
She lowly chuckles. “Kinda hard to do so when I have my cowboy right where I want him.”
He pecks her cheek with his lips. “And I can’t wait to see you out there. You’ll do amazing. Then, we can come back here and have some “fun.”
She smirks, “I like the sound of that.”
She then turns around, finally giving herself a once-over, smirking flirtatiously before Tyler escorts them outside to his truck. They now head toward the stadium, where she would meet the rest of her fellow cheerleaders once they got there.
The event was bustling and lively. The cheerleaders danced and performed. They were no stranger to the routine and dances. This was their norm after all, given all the performances they had done in the football season. Nikki memorised the routine, spinning, jumping, and poised. Her toned midriff, hips, waist, and curves were all on display in the perfect angles as large, Christmas crackers exploded above the football stadium, igniting the sky into different colors, which added a feeling of warmth in contrast to the chilly weather outside.
From a designated seating area with a great view, Tyler smiled as he watched his girlfriend. Her dances were on key. He couldn't take his eyes off her, practically licking his lips as if he was dying of hunger, dying to savor her right then and there. Then, as if on cue, she made brief eye contact with him, her lips pursed into a flirtatious smirk as she lifted her hands behind the back of her head, her leg arched up with her bare midriff on full display. The jingle bells jingled across the stadium as each cheerleader had them around their midriff and lower waist. Then, the dance was finished. A loud applause rang across the entire stadium, the cheerleaders ruffling their silver pom poms around before filing off the field and back to the locker room.
Then, the after-party was ready to begin. More Christmas crackers were handed to everyone and were sent off into the air, confetti and colored little flakes covering the room. Several cheerleaders went over to their boyfriends, clearly enjoying some flirty moments. After all, who didn’t want to have some fun with their cheerleader girlfriend? Tyler couldn’t agree more. Nikki didn’t have time to converse with her friends for long, as he immediately waltzed over and stole her from them. They softly giggled, knowing how crazy in love they were with each other. And it wasn’t long before their own boyfriends came and swooped them up for the night.
Tyler smiled, placing his hands on her hips as they locked gazes with each other. “You were amazing out there, baby.”
She smirked. “Really? I wasn’t boring?”
He playfully scoffed. “Please. With your toned body, waist, and hips, I was drooling. As I said before, you could start a fire. And damn baby. You have done just that.”
She smiled as he took her hand, his calloused yet tender thumb circling her knuckles, while taking in her tired expression. However, it didn’t last long, as the leaders called her over to have a team debrief. Then, it would be time to greet some of the guests who had arrived, as well as meet with sponsors who had helped to make the event possible.
It was a rough night to say the least. Nikki went from guest to guest before finally meeting up with the sponsors. As a cheer captain for the Oklahoma State Cheerleading squad, this is part of her responsibility. Settled at a reserved table, Tyler held his gaze on her, noticing how tight her smile was, the tension in her shoulders, and barely taking deep breaths. She was well poised, standing up straight, and her hair was perfectly fixed, while her Christmas-themed nails glistened. As she circled back, she let her gaze fall back onto Tyler, who was still watching her. To everyone else, the flash and noise were the main focus. But to her, all that mattered was him. She then eased up a bit, slowly returning to his side as he wrapped an arm around her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, a light, heartfelt chuckle escaping his lips before they changed to a concerned look.
“You look like you’re ready to escape. You okay? You’re a bit flush.” He then caresses her cheek, feeling just how pale she is.
“It’s a big deal when sponsors are here, as well as high-end guests. You have to look the part,” she said, trying to take a deep breath.
Tyler softly frowned. “Darling, this doesn’t look enjoyable. You’re completely flushed. You look like you could faint at any point.”
She softly sighs, finally relaxing a bit, much to Tyler’s relief. It was easy to tell when she was a big ball of nerves.
“Maybe this is a sign that we should leave,” she whispers.
Tyler nods in agreement as he quietly escorts her out of the crowded afterparty room. She then sighs again.
“Damn. I forgot to get changed. I’ll be right back.”
She then quickly makes her way into the bathroom, locking herself into one of the stalls before removing her shorts from her legs. Then, a soft, yet cocky and flirtatious smirk crosses her lips. She keeps her shorts off, but immediately covers her panties with the red skort with white trim. She then gives herself a quick once-over before leaving the bathroom and heading back to Tyler. He raises an eyebrow, confused.
“I thought you were going to get changed.”
She softly chuckled. “Oh, I decided not to. I just had a minor issue to fix. That’s all.”
He smirks, licking his lips. “Oh, really? And what was this “minor thing” you had to fix, hmm?”
Suddenly, she feels shivers going down her spine, absently pressing a Christmas-themed nail against his chest through his white t-shirt. He watches her, a hand resting on his hip, parting his flannel jacket to the side as he rests his other hand on her hip. There was no denying he was trying to start something of their own, one that would keep them up all night.
He then inches closer, his breath warm on her ear, smirk still on his lips. “You can’t tell me?”
She then playfully pulls his hand away from her hip. “Not here. Somewhere more private,” she whispers, her lips now mere inches away from his.
He doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just licks his lips, helping her with her white fur coat before taking her hand in his, escorting them to his black RAM truck, opening the passenger side door for her, then circling to get to the driver’s side. He then starts the engine, before resting a hand on her bare leg, though she senses a slight possessive edge to it. He reaches over, his lips now brushing against her ear, his voice a low, sultry whisper.
“You did amazing out there, sweetheart,” he murmurs, before moving down, kissing her collarbone while his hand moves up higher on her bare leg. He then kisses across her neckline, hand still moving up her bare leg until he feels the red skort with white trimming, followed by her lace panties; no shorts underneath it like before, while she was dancing. He smirks, hunger and desire rising in his throat as she lets out a soft gasp, a soft whimper following shortly after that.
“Baby, when you said you had a minor thing to fix, was it taking off those shorts and just having your red skort with white trimming on underneath your panties?” He whispers, a possessive, low guttural growl following.
She smirks. “Yes. Now you’ve figured it out, haven’t you?”
He lowly growls, his hand now grips the inside of her thigh tightly, pinkie finger grazing her core through her panties. “Damn, sweetheart. This skort is everything…you sure you wore this for the event and not me?” he quietly teases, pressing his finger against her now.
She could feel herself falling apart, a spark she thought she wouldn’t have but clearly couldn’t ignore. Just as she thought he was coming in for it, he then pulled back, teasing her rigorously as his index and middle fingers remained on her core through her panties.
“Shh. Not now, baby. Trust me. I know a perfect place. Somewhere where we can be comfortable and get that fire sparking in you more…” He trailed off, focusing on driving the truck back to his place. By now, snow had fallen, blanketing the prairie grounds in pure, white confetti. Nikki let out a tired yet relieved sigh, slowly relaxing as she still felt Tyler’s fingers on her core through her panties. Though she couldn’t see it, he let a victorious grin show, though the corners of his lips turned into a smirk. He had her; he just needed to get her inside, against the wall, then lay her down on the bed where she would be at his complete mercy.
As they entered the driveway of his home, he parked the truck, cutting off the engine before rounding the front of the vehicle and opening Nikki’s passenger side door. She smiled as he took her hand in his, immediately bringing her into proximity in front of him. She licked her lips, her chest clearly on display for him with her V-cut midriff red top and white faux fur trim, her bare midriff and legs on display for him with her red skort and white trimming all underneath her white fur coat. Then, they slowly went for it, sharing a slow-burning, passionate kiss. She wrapped her hand behind his neck, her other hand cupping his cheek as he placed his hands on her hips. He then pushed her backwards, towards the front door of his place, slowly helping her up the steps.
The front door opens, amber lighting spreading golden streaks of warmth across the entryway and throughout the rest of the elegant, spacious farmhouse. Nikki then began her own slow-burning kiss, while tangling her Christmas-themed nails in his hair. As she does so, Tyler pants in between breaths as he returns the kiss, hands gripping her hips tightly while lifting her off the ground and pinning her against the wall.
“L-look, I-I get that y-you go a-all out w-with Christmas d-decorations, b-but I c-can see y-your fl-flashing lights t-through the b-blinds on my b-bedroom window, and t-they’ve kept me a-awake the p-past few n-nights...”
He said, panting in between words, desire and hunger on the edge of his tone, a fire burning inside his throat as he then pressed his fingers into her waist, almost possessive yet flirty in a way.
Then, that's when Nikki caught on.
He isn’t awake because of the decorations… She thought to herself.
As if on cue, he smirks. He was a freaking mastermind at heart, and Nikki knew that. He had stolen her with his down-to-earth country cowboy heart, and now it was time to claim her as his.
Then, Nikki shares that look he has: a smirk of her own plays on her bright, red lips as her lipstick was still on. Freshly applied from her moment in the bathroom. She then pressed a manicured nail on his chest.
“Oh? Couldn’t sleep because of the lights, country boy…or is it because you wanted to see me and…lay down with me, perhaps?”
Tyler smirks, although his gaze is on her freshly applied lipstick.
“That for me? This whole outfit for me?” he teased lowly, brushing a finger against the hem of her cheerleader Christmas skort of the outfit. She then licks her lips. Then, with no warning… he returns the favor: crashing his lips against her bright, red ones again.
Tyler pushed Nikki against the dimly lit wall of the hallway, pinning her back to it so she was now facing him directly. He lifts her a bit higher, spreading her legs out so he can position himself between them. He then resumed the kisses persistently, one hand gripping her hips while the other cupped her cheek. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she then cupped his face in her hands, returning the favor. However, he smirked, putting a finger to her lips.
“No, baby. This is all on me. Just relax and let me take care of you,” he lowly murmurs, whispering against her ear. He feels the sensation of chills running down her spine as she lets out a soft gasp. She was slowly falling into his trap, and he was loving it.
He then wraps her legs around his waist, continuing his peppering kisses, each one more delicate than the last. He started at her collarbone, slowly making his way down her chest. Then, he dropped down, bending down on one knee and kissing her stomach feverishly. She softly whimpered as he held her legs, spreading them out more as his hands were steady on her thighs as a way of grounding her.
Nikki glanced down at him, licking her bright, red lips mischievously.
“Still sweet and sugary, baby,” she whispers in a determined voice as he locked his eyes on hers, both hands still on her thighs before removing one and resting it on her hip.
“Mm, sugary now, aren’t I?” he smirked, his eyes glinting with fire, ready to strike. “Well, I’ve missed every damn bit of that sweetness, sweetheart. And it’s a good thing you’re here to show it to me.”
And then, they went for the kill…the bedroom.
Time flashed before Nikki’s eyes, albeit too much. But she didn’t care. All that was on her mind was having this reckless, yet charming, daredevil of a rodeo-tornado cowboy on top of her as he then dipped her onto the mattress of the bed.
Tyler then pulls away, lips slowly finding their way back to her collarbone. He kisses, licks, and nips at it as Nikki leans her head back, soft whimpers and moans escaping her lips. He savors this moment, claiming her and marking her as his. His fingers dig into the skin of her hips, pinning her down into the bed.
“Tyler–” she whimpered softly.
“Shh…” he said, pressing one final kiss on her collarbone before pulling back. He kept his hand on her waist, thumb circling tantalizing patterns near her navel, heat growing within her belly. He could feel it; she could feel it. He held his gaze on her pretty, blueish-gray eyes, his voice low, sultry as he relished in having her all to himself again.
“Look at you. All spread out for me. Ready for me to claim you as mine while you scream my name all night long…” he whispered flirtatiously, his lips now kissing her midriff feverishly. He nips at the skin, earning a soft gasp followed by a whimper.
“Shh. Patience baby. I know what you want. Let me savor this, though. Savor you and this gorgeous body before me. Such a Christmas goddess you are.”
She softly giggles, glancing down as he continues kissing her midriff and slowly moving his way down her abdomen, messing around with the jingle bell chains. He then moves down to her hip and waist, nipping at the sensitive skin as his teeth begin savoring it all in. She lets out a half yelp and whimper, her hips shuddering as a response.
He smirks, that flirtatious and cocky smirk that he barely shows while outside, lighting up his face in the ambient, golden lighting setting that could easily turn any woman on.
“How’s that, sweetheart?” he asks, his warm, country accent drawling through her ears.
She whimpers again, spreading her legs wider unbeknownst to herself.
“Perfect, baby. Keep it right there. Oooh yes. You sure know how to make out with a woman.”
He softly chuckles, then kisses her hip. “Oh. I can do more than that, baby,” he said, his eyes carrying a dangerous glint in them.
He then returns his lips to her abdomen, licking, nipping, and kissing at the skin there. Nikki whimpers in pleasure, the sound ringing through the bedroom and bouncing off the walls. She feels her hips jerk against his skin as she continues to whimper. He then kisses her navel, his hands on her waist, before leaving a hickey right on it. She then softly gasps in response.
“You naughty boy.” He lets out a hearty laugh, now towering over her completely.
“Told you I’m dangerous,” he smirks, dipping his finger into her navel before teasingly dipping it back out. Then, he moves lower, his hand slightly tugging on the hem of her skort. Nikki smirks.
“Mmh, yes baby. Take it off,” she whispers flirtatiously, her voice carrying that underlying tone of desperation.
Just like that, Tyler had torn off the piece of clothing. Now, she was lying down in her lace panties, while her red velour midriif top with the V-cut and white faux fur trim remained on the top portion of her body. He lets a predatory smirk cross his lips, the one that carries a dark and possessive edge to it. His eyes are burning with desire, hunger, and fire all at once. He’s devouring, savoring it all in.
“Now I got you where I want you,” he whispers, a hand now on the inside of her thighs while the other one is awfully close to her core, fingertips slowly brushing the fabric of her panties.
Nikki feels her pulse igniting, the spark in her belly now a massive wildfire. Tyler then looks up at her from below, his gaze locked on hers while his hand remains steady on her thigh.
His command is quiet, charming nonetheless. It asserts his authority, but still carries that flirtatiousness he is displaying. He is not hesitant while commanding, and Nikki can easily tell. Her legs then begin to part more, and then, he settles down lower in between them, as if he knows he’ll fit snug and tight.
“Good girl…” he lowly coos, his whisper full of dominance as he places his hand on the lower part of her stomach, fingertips tracing tantalizing patterns as he feels just how flushed she is there. He lets a cocky, victorious smirk cross his lips.
“You’re flush there, sweetheart,” he whispers flirtatiously.
He then moves in, slowly kissing the inside of one of her thighs, then the other. He is slow, well-calculated, as he earns a soft whimper and guttural growl from her lips. His mouth then retreats, right where he knows Nikki wants him to be. He smiles, the corners of his lips turning into a smirk, as he then brings his tongue out. He licks his lips in a desire manner, though flirtatiously, before he brushes them against the damp lace in between her legs. Her body trembles, quaking as he does so. The fire is slowly burning up by the minute.
“Shh,” he plants a gentle, intimate kiss right over her center.
Then, he goes for it. Slowly, he licks through the lace. A passionate yet whimper of hunger echoes from her throat. He softly purrs, a firm hand resting on her thigh as if he is attempting to ground her again. Her hips jerk as he then presses his hand into her thigh more firmly.
“Relax, baby. That’s it. Good girl,” he murmurs, voice rough but intimate. “Let me feel you.”
He keeps his tongue on the fabric of her panties before moving his lips across it, a stripe so tantalizing that Nikki leans her head back, letting out a cry of pleasure, desperation, and even hunger ringing out all at once. She wants more. She wants to feel him mark her, claim her. She then screams out his name, like a prayer.
As she does so, she feels herself leave discharge on her panties. She softly gasps while Tyler smirks.
“You’re so soaked, sweetheart,” he growls lowly, pushing his lips deeper against the fabric. He then lifts his head, locking his predatory gaze onto her while running a finger against the stripe he has left behind.
“Mmh, am I?” she murmurs lowly, clearly in heaven.
He lowly chuckles, a dark and rough mixture combined. “Yes, darling. You are.”
Then, he flicks the fabric material to the side with his finger. Nikki lets out a soft gasp that escapes her lips in between whimpers as she feels nothing between her center and Tyler’s mouth. Heat blooms across her body as she feels his tongue trace a slow and craving path, with each movement being well calculated with purpose.
Nikki buries her hands in Tyler’s hair, hungry for more. He softly moans upon feeling her nails in his scalp, the sound vibrating against her. The sensation rips out a whimper coursing through her throat.
“You taste so good, baby. So freaking good,” he whispers against her center before diving in, his tongue licking deeper, his lips kissing her center while his hands spread her legs out even farther. She whimpers, crying out into the dimly lit bedroom. Meanwhile, he smirks, his kisses and licks just right, circling in her passionately as her hips and thighs begin to quake, the fire coursing through both of their bodies like never before.
He half-smirks, half-smiles, as he eases up, albeit just a bit. His kisses and licks become softer as he now switches to just kisses. He takes his time around her center, now patient and tender. She can taste him there, feel him there. She’s savoring it, he’s savoring it.
“Mmh, good girl. There’s my good girl,” he whispers, before pulling his tongue away, fabric now covering her core once more, his hand gently petting it. A dangerous smile unfolds on his face as he does so. His fingertips then find the hem of her panties, tracing a tantalizing pattern, while she responds with a soft whimper and jerk of her hips.
He smirks victoriously as he then removes her panties, revealing the entirety of her core. He pushes his fingers inside of her slowly, as he senses the fire in her belly.
“Shh, don’t rush me, sweetheart,” he softly coos, teasing her with his fingers as they remain inside her.
She lets out a breathless laugh. “You’re tormenting me.”
He lets out a possessive chuckle before dipping his head low. His whisper is a low, sultry whisper and purr.
“Go on, baby…say it. Tell me you want more…more of my touch…more of my flavor…”
“Tyler, I-I want it…now. Please…”
He smirks, slowly pushing his fingers deeper within her. Upon feeling his contact in her, Nikki leans back further, a shrill cry of pleasure echoing in the room. He rubs his fingers just perfectly, index finger intimately rubbing her clit. She then gives way, collapsing under his touch. He watches her face and movements the entire time, her Christmas-themed nails curling into the sheets, indicating she is trying to hold whatever restraint in her is left, but can’t. Soon, she pushes against him, his fingers brushing against her clit. A dark, cocky smirk crosses his lips as his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip.
“God, you’re so soaked, baby,” he growls, pushing his fingers deeper. “Is that me from claiming and marking you? Or from the idea of me finally knocking you up just like you wanted?”
“Both,” she whispers, panting slightly from his touch.
He then pulls his fingers out of her, slowly but deliberately. A desperate whimper of hunger escapes her lips. He smirks before slowly getting up from the bed, removing his clothing. He slowly takes off his plaid jacket more. As he does so, Nikki reaches out to help, but he stops her, his hand right on her chest.
“Patience, baby,” he whispers. “This is the big moment.”
He then continues to remove his clothing, albeit thoroughly, as if he wants to tease her longer. He throws his flannel jacket to the side before taking his white t-shirt, which could make any woman crave his touch, off and over his head like it’s all second nature for him. He ruffles his hair, lips curled into a dominating, possessive grin as he then undoes his belt, followed by the removal of his jeans, throwing them onto the floor as if he had planned it all out for when the time came for the ultimate kill. Now, he is standing in just his underwear. He continues the endless teasing, wanting her to continue begging. He circles to her side, placing a hand on the pillar of the bed while his other hand rests on his hip.
“How are you feeling now, my queen?” he whispers teasingly, knowing just how much she is dying, craving for his kill.
“Comeplete. Now that you’re here,” she stutters, her whisper low and intimate.
He softly smiles, yet she can see that the corners of his mouth are more than just sincere and compassionate. They are carrying that mischievous glint that Tyler has been dying to show, but slowly and thoroughly. He wants to savor, take his time. Feel her fall into him slowly.
“Well, sweetheart, there’s more. And I’m going to make sure you know just how much I’m enjoying this moment and never want it to be erased.”
Then, he smirks gleefully, removing his underwear before moving closer to her, slowly lying on top of her, and begins to kiss her slowly as a desperate sound escapes her lips. Then, he goes for it, slowly pushing into her. She can feel it, little by little, minute by minute. His control is steady, and he grips her hips in place as he does so. He then seals her whimper, which is now dying and satisfying, with a kiss, still holding himself until he feels her slowly slip away. He’s got her now under his submission, his mercy, his control. He smirks darkly, a victorious gaze locking onto hers yet again.
“Feel me, baby?” he whispers, voice low and sultry as he brushes his lips against hers. “That’s me, claiming you as mine, me knocking you up just like you wanted. Every inch is hunger, my spark. And you take it so well, darling.”
She pants, breathless as her body rises and falls. Tyler lets out a dark laugh, taking that as a cue to make his move, albeit deeper this time. As he does, his pace is steady. Every push is more intense than the last, aiming to make an even greater impact than the previous one. He then removes one hand from her hip, sliding it back up to pin her wrists above her head, holding her down as his hips roll with hungry desire. The dominance isn’t rough or authoritarian. It’s purposeful; purposeful and well-thought-out.
A whimper and moan escape her lips. “Mmh…Oh! Tyler, baby–”
He grins victoriously as he hears it.
“Satisfied, sweetheart?” he asks, voice demure.
She nods, looking up at him. She can’t speak, but the look in her eyes is everything that tells him he doesn’t have to know through words. That glint in her eyes, the way she lies before him, splayed out and under his mercy and power completely.
He then sharpens his grin, now replacing it with a smirk that is cocky and triumphant at the same time. He then pushes harder, his fingers slipping back into her core, index finger palpating her clit in rhythm with his pushes. The heat radiates in her belly, sending her spiraling, whimpers and moanful cries of satisfaction now flooding and echoing across the room.
“You’re wet again, sweetheart,” he breathes, eyes locked onto hers. “I can feel you now pushing me. Are you gonna be the good girl you’ve been all night and finally chase me, now?”
“Tell me, now. He commands, a free hand now on her hip possessively, voice sharp yet still carrying that flirtatious, underlying tone.
“Tyler, I-I’m a good girl…I’m gonna chase you–”
“That’s it. Beautiful baby. Just look at you. Lying underneath me and obeying my command, my lead.” He praises, voice now lowering while coming to a growl, his hips now pounding hard against her, fingers working her clit relentlessly.
“C’mere, baby. Let me feel you. Give yourself to me and let me free you,” he coos softly and flirtatiously.
She feels those words swirl around her, and she breaks. She gives way, the feeling of release and freedom coursing through her, thighs trembling as her eyesight becomes nothing but a blur. Tyler moans as he feels her tightening yet loosening up to let herself completely go in his mercy. He doesn’t calm down now. Rather, he is now chasing her through it, just as she is with him. He feels her release the remaining tension, the remnants of restraint finally coming out that she was building up inside her. He pushes her higher up, arching her hips a bit until she screams his name throughout the dimly lit bedroom.
“Mmh! Tyler, keep it right there, baby!” she manages to cry out before slumping back down onto the pillow, head leaning back as he then begins to let the last of his hunger turn rough for a bit longer. As he does so, he can hear her small whimpers of complete satisfaction.
“There you go. Just relax. I’m all yours now,” he soothes, his voice now gentle and hushed. He then settles down, slowly retreating from her as he lets out a tired yet satisfying moan escape through his lips as he then slowly covers her center with her panties. Meanwhile, she breathes heavily.
The room is now quiet, the ambient lighting bringing back the sense of comfort. Her heartbeat is steady, and Tyler’s body is a sense of warmth over hers. He presses his forehead against hers, his breath still ragged. For what feels like an eternity, there is no movement between the two. They just stay there, him wrapping his arm around her as if he is afraid she’ll disappear if he lets go. He then carefully turns her over so she is now facing him. She smiles, placing a hand around the back of his neck. He smiles in return, his hand on her arm as he gazes into her eyes, like he’s found his missing piece. His hand then moves to her cheek, gently cradling it. The touch is firm, yet loving.
“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice rough yet still carrying that underlying tone of care and concern.
“Mmh…I will be,” she softly smiles, still trying to recover from the sex they just had.
She then lets out a low, exhausted chuckle. “Not sweet and sugary anymore.”
He lovingly brushes a strand of hair from her damp face, gently kissing her cheek, a soft yet concerning frown forming on his lips. “Did I go a bit harder than I should’ve, sweetheart?” he whispers.
She slightly nods, a soft yet gentle whimper escaping her lips. It was no longer the whimper of hunger or craving that she had when desperate for his touch. “Yeah. It hurts a bit.”
He cups her face in his hands. “I’m sorry, love. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I didn’t mean to be so rough on you.”
She smiles, closing her eyes tiredly. “Mmh, maybe some aftercare and a nice, warm bath or shower. Please?”
He softly chuckles, planting a kiss on her lips. “Coming right up, my lady,” he whispers, slowly getting up from the bed and going into the bathroom. He then comes back out, settling back onto the bed, returning to the fabric of her panties. This time, though, he holds out a bottle of cool, relieving ointment. He squeezes a substantial amount onto his index and middle fingers, closing the cap of the bottle and putting it on the bedside table. He glances at her, a loving look in his eyes now.
“Let me know if I go too rough, baby,” he gently whispers, slowly pulling her panties back down and revealing her center again. He slowly moves his fingers close to her center again, gently inserting his fingers into her, the coolness of the ointment oozing all over her vagainal canal and clit.
Nikki relaxes, taking deep breaths as she feels the ointment. She relaxes under his gentle touch in contrast to his roughhousing from earlier. Soft, calming whimpers escape from her lips, indicating that the pressure is perfect and not too rough. He smiles lovingly, keeping his fingers where they are.
“Good. Just relax. I got this,” he soothes her lovingly, continuing the aftercare in her. After a few minutes, he can feel her finally settling down, ready to shut off after the long night they’ve had. Her body slowly rises and falls, her breaths now even and in rhythm. He relaxes now, beginning to gently massage her clit. His fingers gliding gently, that aftercare side of him slowly coming back from the possessiveness he had earlier. She breathes in and out, falling in rhythm with his massages. After that, he leans in, tongue gently licking inside her. She brings her legs to rest on each side of his shoulders, softly purring as she relinquishes it all in. he continues to lick her clit, lips pursing, complete, gentle kisses in between. He could feel her body rising and falling, soft purrs escaping from her, followed by whimpers that were telling him she was relaxed.
He then carefully pulls his fingers out from her center, gently covering it with medical gauze and tape to avoid a mess. He then covers her center with her panties, slowly getting up from the bed to prepare a hot bath.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back, and we’ll get you in that nice, warm bath in no time,” he murmurs, kissing the top of her head before making his way toward the bathroom. He sets the bathroom lights to a dimly lit setting, just like the bedroom lights. He runs the water while pouring Nikki’s favorite bubble bath scent, placing rose petals in the water, and tests it to ensure it’s neither too cold nor too hot. As he continues to check the water, it has reached the perfect temperature. He turns the faucet off, then makes his way back into the bedroom to help Nikki. He leans down beside her, resting a hand on her cheek.
“Hey, love. Your bath is ready,” he softly whispers, his breath a source of comfort and grounding.
She softly smiles in her half-sleeping state. “Mm, okay,” she whispers, slowly getting up. However, he stops her.
“Allow me.” Then, without another word, he helps her remove her clothing, carefully lifting her into his arms once he has finished doing so. Her head leans against his shoulder. She smiles, caressing his cheek with a manicured hand while her other one rests on his chest.
As they came to the side of the bath, Tyler wrapped her hair up in a microfiber hair wrap, then carefully placed her into the warm, bubbly water. She relaxes instantly, relishing in the soothing atmosphere in contrast to the heated, intimate atmosphere just a little while prior. As she relaxes, Tyler turns on multiple battery-operated candles to help set the mood of the surroundings around Nikki. He then turns on some zen music on his phone, Nikki closing her eyes completely now.
He smiles, watching the love of his life bask in the warm bubble bath. He leans down beside the tub, grabbing a washcloth.
“Can I?” he asks, wanting to make sure it was all right for him to bathe and massage her. She nods, smiling in her relaxing state. She carefully leans forward in the tub as he begins to bathe her, massaging her during the process.
“Feel better now, sweetheart?” Tyler whispers, continuing to massage her with the cloth. She smiles, taking his hand in hers.
“Yes, very much so,” she whispers in response, thumb brushing against his knuckles. She then leans against his hand, closing her eyes yet again as he continues to massage her. He gently kisses her lips, gently resting his head against hers. They stay there for what feels like forever, just enjoying each other’s company.
A few more minutes pass, and Tyler gently kisses the side of Nikki’s head. “Hey, time to get up. I know you don’t want to, but it’s late, and we should rest.”
Nikki stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips. “I know. But I don’t want to.”
He softly chuckles. “I know love. I know.” Here. I got you. He then carefully stands up, grabbing a towel. He helps her stand up, drying her off all over. He then helps her change into her pajamas, letting her hair fall from the towel that is holding it up. He drains the tub, turning off the battery-operated candles and big light of the bathroom before taking her into his arms again, and helping her back to bed. He then lays her down carefully as she slowly opens her eyes, reaching a hand out toward him. He smiles, lying down in the bed beside her, his hand resting on her hip while his other hand holds her close.
Nikki then turns around, facing him. “What do you see for us in five years? Engaged? Married? Family?”
A low chuckle rumbles through him. “I always thought I’d have kids someday. But I didn’t know who I would have them with until I laid my eyes on you,” he lowly murmurs as he kisses her cheek. “You’re my angel. My only one. I don’t want a family with anyone else. I just want that with you. As for an engagement, I have no doubt we’ll bypass that milestone. You’d be a beautiful bride. And I can’t wait for the time when you’re carrying my babies in you. You’ll look so gorgeous. So beautiful.”
She smiles, placing a hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing his jawline. “What do you think our first baby will be? A boy? Or a girl?”
A soft, heartfelt laugh escapes his lips. “I have no preference, although most dads want a boy. But, for me, I’d love a little girl.”
She opens her mouth in awe, a loving smile on her lips. “Really? Wow. That’s a first.”
He pecks her cheek. “Honestly, I just want a healthy, happy family. But yes. I’d love a little girl. Have her wrapped around my little finger and spoil her. She’ll be my sweet princess, my little girl.”
“And don’t forget her mama’s looks. I’ll be carrying her in me, so it’s only fair she shares most of my makeup,” she teases, feeling his hand go under her shirt and onto her stomach again.
He softly chuckles. “Of course. How could I forget?”
She smiles. “You can’t forget now. It’s going to be so beautiful, Tyler. You, me, and our little tornadoes running around and filling this house with laughter and love.”
He smiles, kissing her lips. “We do a good job of doing that already ourselves, even if it’s just heat primarily. But yes. I can’t wait to have our own little family. Especially when it’s the person I love the most and have loved since day one.”
She smiles, tucking her head under his chin as he wraps her in his arms. “Me too.”
He nuzzles into her, lazily rubbing circles on her shoulder. Minutes pass by in peaceful silence. The world is nothing but background noise to the two of them. Just her, him, and the dimly lit bedroom, a stark contrast to the overly colored neighborhood full of multi-colored Christmas lights and the never-ending chatter of those in the other houses of the neighborhood.
Tyler then gets up from the bed, turning on the Christmas tree that is fully engulfed in colored tree lights, invoking a nostalgic feeling that could be felt. The tree topper was a beautiful, crystal star, lit up in warm white lights.
He then moves back to the bed, lying down beside her yet again, reaching for the heavy, warm blanket to tug it over and keep them warm during the duration of the cold night. He then pulls her closer against his chest, lips brushing against the hairline of her head. As they then meet each other’s gaze, they can’t help but glance toward the top cover of the bed, where a piece of mistletoe is hanging. They then began sharing a passionate kiss, as if they were in a Hallmark movie. But, in reality, it felt just like that.
“I love you,” he whispers, adoration flooding his chest.
She smiles, warmth flooding her chest. “I’ve loved you forever,” she whispers, slowly turning over and sealing the deal with a loving, promising kiss. A taste of flavor that is like a sweet red wine.
He kisses her lips one more time. “Merry Christmas, Nikki Callahan. Or should I say, soon to be Nikki Callahan-Owens?”
She softly chuckles. “Such a tease. But yeah. Soon. Right?”
He smiles genuinely. “Yes. Soon.”
And just like that, she slowly begins to doze off in Tyler’s arms, falling asleep with the high school sweetheart she always had and was ready to continue their journey, although permanently in the near future, the Christmas tree sparkling in all the colors of the lights as they both felt the magic of Christmas cheer right in bed.
Author's final note: Merry Christmas Eve everyone! Finally finished this prompt that I did and I'm so proud of this! I'm hoping to get something out for tomorrow since it's Christmas but we'll see! Anyway, hope you liked it and I hope you have a merry Christmas and if you don't hear from me again before the new year, happy new year! ☺️
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