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obriengf · 8 months

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17 and Stewart!! I can picture that one with him perfectly!

get cute with meet-ugly blurbs - requests closed! 17: “we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine” Note: I am very well aware that this isn't the best thing...

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Your vision line was impaired for a brief moment, but you could still feel his eyes on you; the way you were watched closely, your every move waited upon and calculated as if you were a puzzle that he was trying to solve. Your observations were just as canny, if not more, as you took a moment to take in your surroundings within an enclosed cabin of the subway to San Fransisco. The afternoon commute was busier than usual - passengers taking up every minuscule inch of occupancy, bodies feeding into the claustrophobia of limited seating. It was amazing how a sea of people from every platform could filter into such a small space so easily. Fresh air was non-existent and it caused your heart to thump and brows to furrow in distress. The knuckles of your right hand were screaming in pain from clutching the hanging strap too tight, and every bump the cabin passed caused your stature to falter and your footing to become unbalanced. Your time at work was bad enough as it was, but standing and waiting for a seat overtook every stressful event of your day with ease. Your eyes fluttered around for a vacant spot, but were met again with the large brown gaze that hid behind glass frames - the first time you saw them, your cheeks grew flushed, until you realised their motive. The owner, a man with matching annoyance clutching at every facial feature, was making sure that you didn't get the first seat before him. Smug bastard.

It was as if he could read your mind; his body stiffening, ready to pounce despite how his shoulder ached with a heavy bag that slung deeply. His day, too, was challenging - trying to meet quotas on a mind-blank of ideas wasn't something he often faced, yet it had been his daily norm for nearly a week. He desired to sit, to rest his legs and to take that relieving deep breath that was much warranted when the evening came. Nobody else in your peripherals was awake enough for a battle of comfort, which made this fight fit best for the quickest and most cunning.

The next stop was approaching and people began to stand as they awaited their further commute home. Your surroundings shifted, bodies repositioning as they slid around you like Tetris - confined tensions forcing your eyes closed as you drew a deep breath. You loved your job, truly, but the hour commute to and from was less than ideal. You were forced in between strangers and moments away from your throat closing with nervous energy before the train finally began slowing its pace, and you released relieving exhale of panicked breath in time with the opening of your carriage doors.

Congestion was imminent, however, your brief layover finally allowed carriage breathing room - and the possibility of the much-awaited available spot. As people began to vacate, you spotted a free seat and it was as if your heart sang in solace with laser-eyed focus and feet ready to lunge. You held on to your bag tightly as you pressed forward, small pleasantries slipping past your lips as you dodged other passengers.

You could feel the soft seating before you even sat down, you were dreaming of it for the past thirty minutes - but the plushness of the seat wasn't what you expected when you realised that the man with the glasses and observant eyes was where you managed to place yourself. Your own eyes widened in shock, voice unable to emit after you glanced down to his cocky smirk.

With a small growl, your brows furrowed at him, "No, no! This is my seat, go somewhere else."

"Sorry sweetheart, I was here first." His voice was mocking, a daring tone that effortlessly portrayed just how much he didn't care. To further affirm his unwillingness to move, the stranger's body sunk snugly against the padded bench with a loud and restful sigh. His competitiveness continued to shine through with a cocky quirk of his lips, "I'm not giving this up."

Fire burned in your eyes, an anger brewing that started much earlier in your day. You were exhausted and irritated, and games were far from what you were prepared to face at this moment. A pout prompted your lips to purse and brows to drop, and for a second you felt like a four-year-old standing their ground during a tantrum.

"Well, I'm not, either."

The man just nodded, quick to ignore your presence as he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and began immersing himself in the small screen. You couldn't decide what was more awkward - the fact that he wasn't acknowledging your place on his lap or the way that you were sitting to the curve of his knees in absolute unsteadiness. One rickety bump and you'd find yourself on the floor.

Fate wasn't on your side; a running gag that life decided to throw at you once again today, in the form of the old train rocking and your legs sliding away from the glasses-wearing stranger. You expected the embarrassment of numerous eyes watching you collide with the cabin floor, but it never came as arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.

It took a second for you to realise that the outside of your thigh was snug against the stranger's stomach, his hands now flat over your side and against the bottom curve of your ribs as he held you close to him. He was your human seatbelt, holding you back and keeping you safe. It provoked warmth to shoot through your veins, to awaken the butterflies in your stomach and to colour the rosiness in your cheeks. It felt nice, despite the fact that he was a stranger with a stupid smug smile and filled with utter cockiness.

"Woah, nearly lost you there." He mumbled, a softness peeking through. It was easy to follow the caramel swirl of his eyes as they gazed over your face for any sort of discomfort, but you both seemed in the clear, and his shoulders dropped in relief. They looked down for a brief second before he smiled again, "Us googlers gotta stick together, you know."

Your head tilted to the side, every ounce of your focus now directed only toward him, "What?"

"Your lanyard." Hesitantly, he pulled a hand away from your side and tugged at the multicoloured fabric dangling from your neck, a plastic key card with a four-month-old photo of you sitting to the side. When he saw you following his touch, he hastily found his own within his zipped-up jumper and dangled it between you both. "Got a matching one. We're practically family."

Black letters caught your eyes first, the name of the man filling in another puzzle piece as you said it aloud, "Stuart Twombly, software development."

"That's me." He replied, a wink dropping behind his glasses and hold absentmindedly tightening as another small bump disrupted the cabin. Everything was coming together for you; no wonder he seemed full of himself, a handful of people you know from that department certainly have a big head and a matching ego. Your mind awoke from your thoughts when you felt your lanyard tugging again. Stuart hummed, "Y/N L/N, accounting. Interesting."

"How so?" You said quickly, offence already settling in your voice.

"You just got to be really smart to be an accountant for one of the biggest companies in the world."

Your head shook as your body readjusted yourself on his lap, "I'm not an accountant... yet. It's just a paid internship. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about any of that - "

"An internship?" Stuart's eyes lit up, his smile genuine as the corners of his lips lifted, "I know a thing or two about internships, try me."

#dylan o'brien x reader #stuart twombly #stuart twombly x reader #the internship #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien fic #stuart twombly fic #stuart twombly imagine #meetugly blurbs

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yujisabs · 2 months

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Does anyone still write fics for Stuart Twombly from the movie the internship?

Bc I have an idea for a fic but I don't wanna write it myself.

Like remember when they are at the strip club and the guys get a lap dance and what not?

Yeah how about Reader eventually gets drunk and gives Stuart one? And it's kinda enemies to lovers?

Yeah if anyone ends up writing this (or if it's already out there) pls tag me or let me know about it 👀

Doesn't even have to be smut. Just the suggestive theme of it and some kisses are enough.

#Stuart twombly #Stuart twombly x reader #the internship #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian x reader #Stuart twombly fic #Stuart twombly imagine #The internship x reader

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harringtonstilinski · 10 months

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requests; open (s.h. & e.m.) / new guidelines

so, i literally just got done with writing always the babysitter. it's bittersweet that my second series is done being written.

my requests are now open until about the beginning of november, where i'll start the proofreading, doing edits and posting of always the babysitter.

the characters that i write for are ;

steve harrington (henderson!reader)

eddie munson (newest addition) [henderson!reader]

stiles stilinski

dave hodgman

stuart twombly

thomas (tmr)

mitch rapp

richie boyle

joel dawson

sam taylor

stuff i won't write ;

unaliving one-self

kidnapping / trafficking

stranger things kids (el, max, lucas, mike, will, and dustin. they will be included in the story if the request is for steve.)

stuff i write if asked ;

a certain character (oc's [emma, and olivia{more background; pre atb}], sibling!reader, smut, fluff, angst, etc)

aged up characters (ex: college!steve & reader, dad!stiles)

au's (soulmate, modern, best friends to lovers, fake dating, break up;back together, secretly dating, enemies to lovers [will try my best for any other au's y'all request])

i do also write stilinski!twins, but those take more time to think about.

rules;

please stay within these newly found guidelines

if you don't see your request within 2-3 days, please let me know which one you sent and i'll do my best to get it out asap. if you don't see it within a week after that, it's because i've gotten busy with my hubbs, kiddos, and the kids i babysit mon-fri from 3pm-5:15pm, est.

reblog, reblog, reblog. i know you've seen this from every other content creator here on tumblr, but it really helps us out. this isn't tiktok where you like something and it shows up in the algorithm.

likes and comments are welcome! i love it when y'all like and comment on a fic i've written.

i am a mama to a 7 & 2 year old, as well as a wife of almost 10 years. please be patient with me. we're also in minor softball season as well.

please have fun!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS I AM POSTING ALWAYS THE BABYSITTER. if you still send one in, i will still write and post it for you within 2-3 days after a new chapter has been posted!!

edited to add: anything with an asterisk is just the working title, and is subject to change at any point during the writing process before or even after posting.

#harringtonstilinski #guidelines #requests ; open #stiles stilinski x reader #stuart twombly x reader #dave hodgman x reader #mitch rapp x reader #richie boyle x reader insert #joel dawson x reader #sam taylor x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #joe keery x reader #steve harrington x reader

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stilinskibaby · 3 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♫﹒⇆﹒🧷﹒⊹﹒FAQ.

: ̗̀➛ REQUESTING.

okay to request:

characters — most teen wolf characters (especially stiles and theo). thomas (tmr). stuart twombly (the intership).

story type — drabble, blurb, headcannon, imagine, ficlet. full fic. female reader. neutral reader.

tropes — brother's best friend/best friend's brother, dark fic. stoner!character. (childhood) best friends to lovers. (fr)enemies to lovers.

do not request:

characters — jackson whittmore, mason hewitt, allison argent. any character not listed.

tropes — self harm. incest. domestic abuse.

story type — male reader. series. child reader.

other things to request

✰ ≫ moodboards! (trope, character, etc)

ex. dating stiles, witch!issac, etc.

๑ ≫ ship! (shipping u with a character)

please provide information about yourself ex. astrological signs, favorite media, physical appearance, character kins, etc.

♡ ≫ questions about characters

ex. what do you think theo’s favorite snacks are. does stiles like anal?

・❥・DO NOT INTERACT.

≫ minors, bigots (zionist, racist, homophobe, transphobe, sexist, etc.), proshippers, ship adults with minors (sterek, sceter, etc.), other shitty ppl.

♡ ⁀ ➷ BEFORE YOU FOLLOW.

≫ this blog is focused mostly on teen wolf, and reblogs alot of smut. you may see other dylan obrien media as well.

≫ i will not discuss shipcourse, but i love talking about ships.

≫ all hate anons will be deleted

≫ no drama please.

≫ i am the host of a did system.

#shut up scout.

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jin0 · 2 years

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SLEEPOVER LIST 1 : THE NERD PART 1

(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)

to remind of the rules :

you chose one possibility out of all five, ending with three elements then you send it to me and i write you a full fic on whatever you sent :)

THE DYLAN O'BRIEN'S :

stuart twombly

thomas from the maze runner

mitch rapp

stiles stilinsky

dave hodgman

THE AU'S :

college professor!au

spy!au

royal!au

super hero!au

firefighter!au

THE TROPES :

pen pal's/secret identity

opposites attract

best friend's brother

injury

runaway bride

#•°jin's 2k sleepover°•#dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien #female reader #woc reader #black reader

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faithiegirl01 · 2 years

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Faithie’s Fic Finding Corner:

Ok y’all I need your help…

Back when I was younger and still reading on Wattpad I came across this Fic where Stuart twombly and the reader were together. The reader was on her period and just cuddling with him on the couch. She gets annoyed with everything that’s going on so she sticks her headphones in her ears and starts to paint on her paint app. She then hears Nick says something about calling Stuart Stewie and he says “Stuart, never Stewie,” and Nick is all confused and says “but she called you it. Why can she and I can’t?” And Stuart response was “because she came up with it,”. Then Stuart gets up along with the reader like he just knows that she’s in pain and takes her home.

Anyway when I found that one I absolutely adored it. When I first found it I think it was titled “never Stewie,” idk though it’s been a really long time since I’ve read it. But recently I got an idea when thinking about that fic and I’d really like to read it again for some inspiration on the fic I plan to write.

But… sadly I can’t find it anywhere anymore. So could you all possibly help me out and let me know if you know where to find it or if it’s still up? Or like if it’s gone?

It would mean the world to me if someone could either find it or the author, because I absolutely loved that one back when I first started writing my own work.

#stuart twombly x reader #stuart twombly imagines #stuart #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o’brien imagine #dylan o’brien one shot #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o’brien #dylan obrien #dylan obrien amazing stories #dylan rhodes o'brien #dylan rhodes

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mysticallystilinski · 6 months

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𝐋𝐀𝐕 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

╰┈➤ she/her/they/them + 18 yrs old

unlabeled (ENFJ-T)

sun aqua moon pisces rising libra.

i get literal butterflies for anakin skywalker. in love with stiles stilinski (real). stuart twombly enthusiast!! heavy daddy issues. coriolanus snow is actual husband. hot 4 rafe cameron.

! links !

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. ⇆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

recent fics

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𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐜!𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

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(i write all genres)

ೃ‧₊› MYSTICALLYSTILINSKI 2024 - none of my work is copied or shared on any other platform, this is my only account.

#! mysticallystilinski !#! lav loves you !#navi 4 mysticallystilinski

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thelittlestkitsune · 6 years

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When you leave your computer open at work someone is bound to snoop, and when they see what you’ve been looking at? Well that’s something interesting to say the least.

SERIES INCLUDES; Stuart being a dorkus, Stuart being overprotective af, boning. I’m really shit at describing things.

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

Part four.

Part five.

Part six.

Part seven.

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rememberstilinski · 7 years

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with a hint of sin || stuart twombly (smut)

word count: 8,643

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (both receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, unprotected sex

author’s note: happy stu week everyone! this is for mine and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s stuart twombly week! hope you enjoy this smut as much as i enjoyed writing it! the usual special than you to my #HERCPAL @thelittlestkitsune for helping me out with a few things! also, sorry if there is any errors, it’s past midnight and i’m barely keeping my eyes open right now.

pairing: stuart twombly / reader

masterlist

coming soon

The first thing Y/N saw when she walked into the room was the living room that had come along with the big house Stuart had rented for their honeymoon, much to his wife’s surprise. The room had a large white couch right in the middle, a coffee table parallel of it, and some living room chairs on the sides. The newly married woman smiled softly as she looked around the dimly lit room, she set her heels on the floor by the door, her feet sore from being in heels for twelve hours. She could see that the house got bigger the more she ventured into it. A big kitchen was located to her left, an island in the middle with lots of counter space. On her right was a door that she assumed would be their bedroom for the three weeks they would be there.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist after the sound of their suitcases being set on the hardwood floor was heard from behind her. “What do you think?” The voice of her husband whispered into her ear, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine.

“I think,” She turned in his arms and faced the man with thick black framed glasses, her hands rubbing up and down his chest. “I love it.” Stuart grinned widely and leaned down, capturing her lips with his as he put his hands on her waist. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him. “Although, I also think it’s really expensive, Stuart. You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I would’ve been just as happy staying at home with you.”

Stuart shook his head and kissed her nose causing her face to slightly scrunch up. “I know, but you’re my wife now. You deserve the best, I wanted to do this for you.”

“How can I ever repay you?” She smirked, already knowing what his answer would be. His hands trailed over the curve of her ass, setting on the back of her thighs. He lifted her up, her silky legs wrapping around his waist, her hands on his shoulders. Y/N giggled against her husband’s lips as he carried her through the house, seemingly already knowing where he was going.

“I can think of a few ways.” Stuart mumbled as he pushed the patio door open. She looked around, realizing where they were. The pool in the center of the patio was illuminated by the lights underneath the water. He set her feet back on the ground and watched her walk over to the pool. Suddenly, a sinful idea popped into her head and she had to bite back her smile. Her hands pushed her hair to her shoulder and away from the zipper located at the back of her dress. She could feel Stuart watching her every move as she pulled the zipper down, revealing her bare back because a bra just didn’t go with the dress she’d put on before their flight to Costa Rica.

The dress was completely unzipped as she pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the fabric fall to the floor around her feet. Her body bare except the black thong she was wearing. She glanced at Stuart, not at all surprised to see his jaw practically on the floor and a bulge in his dress pants. She walked towards the steps that led into the pool and walked down them, her tits bouncing slightly with each step she took. Within seconds, she was fully submerged in the cool, refreshing water.

Her eyes trailed over every inch of the man in front of her, waiting to see what his move would be. “Are you coming in, baby?” She smirked up at him, her voice seductive.

Stuart moaned, looking up at the sky to silently thank the unseen force gave him Y/N. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders before toeing off his shoes. He pushed his pants and boxers down his waist, stepping out of them, and jumped into the pool, swimming over to his wife. Her back was turned to him and he pulled her into his body, his cock hard against her ass. His soft lips started placing kisses on her heated skin, her head falling back against his shoulder. His lips went to her exposed neck, sucking harshly, the soft moans of his name not helping his throbbing cock in the slightest. Stuart’s fingers hooked in the waistband of her thong and pulled it down her legs, letting them drop to the bottom of the pool. He thrusted his fingers into her warm pussy, a breathy moan falling from her lips. He growled lowly upon feeling just how soaked she was.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His nose nudged against the shell of her ear, his tongue peeking out to lick her skin. “And I know it’s not from the pool, is it?”

Y/N whimpered and grabbed his free hand, setting it on her breast. He rolled her hardened nipple between his calloused fingers. “No, Stuart. It’s all because of you.”

She focused on Stuart’s skilled fingers, the way they filled her up and reached places she could never reach on her own. He somehow managed to be the only man who knew how to touch her the right way, push over the edge the right way. His lips continued grazing the shell of her as he did what Y/N called, ‘sweet talk with a hint of sin’. His thumb circled her clit slowly, teasing her like he always did. He pumped his fingers into her at the same slow pace he was doing on her clit. She brought her hand to the back of his head, pulling at his hair as she felt the warm coil in her stomach that she knew was going to snap soon. Her mouth fell open after his pace picked up, showing no mercy as he fucked his fingers into her while he rubbed her clit aggressively. She let out the beautiful sounds he loved to hear come from her, his heart swelled at the thought that those were the sounds he’d be hearing for the rest of his life.

Her fingers wrapped around the hand that had been tugging at her nipples. He could feel that she was on the edge by how she continued to clench around his fingers. Stuart smirked, pulling his fingers from her cunt and taking his hand away from her breast, a plan forming in his head. Her body screamed at the lack of touch.

Y/N turned toward him, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. “What the fuck, Stuart? I was so close!” Her fingers played in the patch of hair on his chest as she pouted. He cupped her jaw, his lips planting kisses on her shoulder.

“Not yet, princess. You cum when I say so.” Y/N rubbed her thighs together, needing some friction to quell the release her body yearned for. “Am I understood?” He growled, his hands on her back.

Putting her lips next to his ear, she mumbled, “Yes, daddy.” Stuart snapped and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around her waist as their lips crashed and he slammed her against the wall. He licked into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny he’d memorized over the time they’d been together.

“You don’t know what you just did.” He mumbled.

“I think I have an idea.” She moaned as his cock hardened against her core. Y/N couldn’t begin to explain how much she loved when Stuart was like this. She loved when he was rough and demanding, giving her four back to back orgasms, only to wake up a few hours later and continue their night.

“Bedroom?” He asked between kisses. Y/N panted as she nodded. Stuart carried her out of the pool, their clothes completely forgotten about out on the patio. They continued sharing heated kisses, their touches hot and eager. The entrance to their room was fortunately, accessible through the patio. When they walked into the room, Stuart pushed his wife onto the bed, crawling over her body. He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, the lust filled eyes behind the thick framed glasses looking deep into hers. She let out a loud moan when he started to grind his pulsing erection against her bare pussy.

“Is it going to be like this all night?” She sighed while Stuart licked the valley of her breasts, nipping at the skin underneath them.

Stuart groaned when her nails dug into his shoulders. “Like what, princess?”

“The teasing. Are you going to tease me all night?” She arched into his mouth as he took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He hummed a ‘yes’ against her skin. “Great.” She mumbled sarcastically. One of the things Stuart liked about her was her sarcasm and it only got worse now that she was with him, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Solo esperas por lo que te hago, nena.”

“Just you wait for what I do to you, baby.”

Y/N shivered at his words, her arousal dripping down her thigh. As much as she was turned on by the discovery he spoke Spanish, she was also surprised. She looked down to see that Stuart was smirking at her because he knew just how it affected her. “Since when do you speak Spanish?”

“I picked up a few phrases for the trip and then some just for you.” He kissed her lips.

“I am so in love with you.” She whispered and pushed him onto the bed so she was on top. This time, she was the one leaving kisses down his neck, his strong chest and slightly defined abs until she got to the patch of hair around his belly button. His cock was against his stomach and it looked painfully hard. “¿Qué quieres que te haga?”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Y/N grinned when she saw his cock twitch at her words. Stuart sat against the headboard, watching her begin to pump him slowly. “I want you to suck my cock.” He told her. Y/N hummed and rubbed her finger over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was coming from the slit. She kept her eyes on his as she leaned forward and licked up the vein on the underside of his cock. Stuart groaned softly watching her kitten lick his tip before sucking at it slowly.

“Come on, princess, I know you can do more than that.” He encouraged her. “I don't like being teased.”

“Mm, sorry, babe. I like teasing.” She shrugged, biting her lip seductively as she shamelessly trailed her eyes over his body all while continuing to pump him slowly.

Stuart threw his head head back against the headboard. “Fuck, you're so sexy. I'm so glad I married you.”

She brought his tip back to her mouth, sucking slowly as she did earlier. Her tongue swirled around him, collecting every drop of pre-cum she could, desperate for the salty taste she loved so much. Taking him in her mouth more and more, she'd pull him out as she inched down, her teeth grazing over him and making him shudder. His fingers scrunched up the white comforter on the bed, hips rising off the bed because he was eager to start tapping the back of her throat. Y/N moaned around him, sending the vibrations through his body so she could build up his orgasm.

He brought his large hand to the back of her head and started guiding her bobbing at a faster pace, fucking her mouth. Y/N moaned around him, the vibrations of her moan pushing him closer to the edge. Her hand came down to roll his balls in her palm, only fueling his need to reach his high. Stuart wasn't a virgin before Y/N, he'd had sex a few times, but he'd never been with a girl at all like his wife. Whereas most girls weren't always experienced or even decent in the blowjob department, she was the other way around. She knew how to knock Stuart off his feet, making him come harder than he knew he could. Her innocent exterior threw him off at first, but once they'd gotten together for the first time, he knew that there was no going back.

His cock twitched in her mouth as she continued to moan around him, knowing the sounds made him think sinfully. Stuart’s hips bucked up again, shoving himself further into her throat. “I'm gonna cum.” He murmured, a guttural groan coming from his throat when she licked at the vein on his cock once again.

“Come on, baby.” She said. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Give me what I want, Stewie.” Her words were his undoing. Stuart’s eyes squeezed shut, his mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape as he let out silent moans. Hot spurts of cum rushed down her throat, releasing the built up pleasure where she wanted him to. His body trembled slightly as he rode out his high. Y/N pulled her mouth off of him, kissing above his bellybutton and crawling up his body. She grinded her bare pussy against his leg, the wet spot of arousal on his skin.

Stuart opened his eyes and smiled lazily at the woman he loved. “You are an amazing woman.” He told her.

She smiled bashfully, her cheeks heating up at his compliment. “I know.” She shrugged. She leaned down and kissed her husband, the taste of his release still on her lips as they shared their passionate kiss.

“I want to try something.” His shaky fingers pushed a strand of wavy hair behind her ear. Her lips were still slightly pursed as he pulled away, she expected the kiss to last longer.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head to the side, dancing her fingers across his chest. “What do you want to try?”

His lust filled whiskey eyes briefly looked into hers. “How do you feel about riding my face?” He cocked a brow, running his hands up her naked thighs.

Y/N sucked in a breath at the thought. She'd never rode his face before, but it was something she dreamed of doing with him. She never asked because she didn't know if he would be comfortable with it, now that it was clear he wanted to, she jumped at the opportunity. “Oh god, yes.”

“Great! Now get up here, baby.” He smirked and laid back on the bed completely, watching her to shuffle up his body, her core right above his face. He mumbled a small ‘fuck’ as he saw the arousal drip down her thighs. “I love that I'm able to do this do you. Make you so wet to the point you're dripping.”

“Well you're the only one who can do it.” She moaned when he blew cold air onto her soaked pussy. Stuart's arms wrapped around her thighs, quickly pulling her lower half down to his mouth. His tongue immediately working through her folds, collecting every drop of her that he could. Y/N’s head rolled back as her her hands gripped the headboard to keep herself stable. Her knuckles turned white at the grip she had on the wooden frame while Stuart began sucking her clit into his mouth.

Stuart kept his eyes on the woman above him. The new angle driving him crazy. His vision was fogged up, the moisture between her thighs clouding up his glasses. He plunged his fingers into her entrance, a scream ripping from her throat. She felt his smirk against her thigh, her right hand going to his messy brown hair, her fingernails scratching at his scalp.

She moaned, rocking her hips against his face. “Y-You know, I've always wanted to r-ride your face.” She stuttered, her chest heaving up and down.

“Oh yeah?” He pulled his mouth from her cunt, thrusting his fingers in and out, curling up to rub her g-spot.

Y/N hummed in response. “When you're at work and I'm at home, oh god.” She panted, her grip on his locks tighter than before. Stuart moaned at the tugging. “I get myself off to the thought of riding your face.”

The man beneath her growled at her breathy words. “I swear you get sexier every time you talk like that.” He went back to her clit, sucking aggressively. Her hips jolting with each suck on the bundle of nerves. His fingers rubbed her g-spot repeatedly, not showing any mercy. Whines escaped her parted lips as her stomach tightened and her orgasm approached her. Her toes curled, her knuckles tightened on the headboard.

“Stuart, I-I’m there.” Her body burned as he pulled away and stopped all movements. She fell onto the bed beside him, her eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Are you fucking kidding me? You got to cum, why can't I?”

Stuart smirked, his mouth shining with her arousal. “Be patient, baby.” He kissed her briefly, her taste still on his lips. “Don't touch yourself.” He got off the bed, walking out of the room, with Y/N still on the bed, her body aching for a release. She squirmed on the bed and tried not to bring her hands down to her pussy and get herself off.

He walked back in with a box, covered in blue wrapping paper. Stuart smiled as he got on the bed and handed her the box. “Should I be scared?” Y/N asked, looking to Stuart.

“No. Just open it.” She did as said and tore the colored paper off the box and looked at the gift, giggling when she saw what it was. A box of thirty six condoms. “Are you serious right now?”

“Well, I figure a lot of our time will be spent in the bedroom, I wanted us to be prepared.” He smiled, kissing her shoulder, rubbing the sensitive skin of her thighs as she opened the box and pulled out a condom.

Stuart crawled on top of her, his hard cock rubbing at her clit. Y/N’s back arched at the sensitive touch as he took the condom from her hand and tore the foil packet open with his teeth. He pumped his cock before rolling the rubber onto rock hard erection. He watched his wife squirm underneath him, eager for him to finally fill her. He teased her entrance, his lust filled eyes boring into hers.

“Are you gonna- oh my god!” Stuart slammed inside of her, not giving her a chance to adjust to his large size. He set a bruising pace, her walls already clenching around him. She screamed as he immediately found her g-spot, tapping with each touch. Her walls throbbed around him, squeezing and snapping the coil in her stomach, her release coating his cock.

He let out a moan, watching her face scrunch up in pure euphoria. “Damn, already, baby?” He chuckled.

Her body shook, her toes curled while she scrunched the sheets up in her hands. “I was already close.” She mumbled as he continued thrusting into her tight pussy. Their ears filled with the sound of slapping wet skin, Y/N’s breathy screams, and Stuart's groans of pleasure.

“Go faster. Harder. I want more.”

Stuart growled and continued slamming into her, his cock burying to the hilt inside of her, only to pull out to the tip and shove himself back in without warning. His swollen, red lips latched onto her nipple, his long fingers reaching to rub furiously at her engorged clit. His teeth tugged at the perky bud, sucking and licking as he pleased. The loud screams coming from the woman underneath him fueled his desire for her, wanting nothing more than to fuck her over and over again until she was begging him to stop.

Y/N loved that Stuart was such a sweetheart when it came to her. She loved that he would grab her by the waist and peck her cheek while his stubble scratched at her skin. She loved that he kissed the back of her hand when their fingers were intertwined and they walked through the mall or the park together. She loved his big hugs, his constant need to tell her that she looked beautiful when she wore stained sweatpants, that he would ask her to cuddle after a long day at work. She loved everything about him. She even adored that he was a sarcastic asshole. She thought it was cute because she knew just how sweet he really was.

But what she really loved was when he dominated her in bed. When he was rough and aggressive. She loved waking up the next morning to see finger shaped bruises on her hips and the love bites on her torso and chest. When she walked behind him when he was brushing his teeth in the mornings and he didn't wear a shirt, she always grinned when she saw the long, red scratches she left on his mole scattered back. Her fingers would always trace them, asking him if they hurt. If she hurt him.

“No, baby.” He chuckled.

“Are you sure I didn't hurt you? I mean, they look painful.”

“Not at all. I should be asking you the same thing.” His fingers on the bruises he'd left the night before.

Y/N blushed at the marks. “It's sore, but I like them. People may not be able to see them, but it's showing that I'm yours.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her.

“And those scratches on my back? They show everyone that I'm yours and only yours.” He pecks her nose.

“Damn straight.” They chuckle and walk to the kitchen to make breakfast that would end in a mess on the counter because Stuart couldn't resist throwing flour at her. But then that would only lead to a steamy shower.

Stuart’s movements began to get sloppy, his cock twitching inside of her clenching walls. He stopped thrusting all together, waiting for his high to settle down and her high to simmer. “Come on! That's getting old.” She frowned as her climax was ripped from her for the third time that night.

“Patience, baby girl.” He thrusted slowly, keeping the pace. Y/N’s hips bucked off the bed, wanting the tempo to change. Stuart's strong hand held her down on the bed.

“Please, let me cum. I want to cum again.” Stuart kissed below her ear, ignoring her words until she spoke again. “Daddy, please let me cum. Let me cum all over your cock.”

Stuart flipped their bodies so she was on top. “Go on, ride me.” He told her, his cock still inside of her. Y/N smirked and out her small hands on his strong shoulders, his hands on her hips, helping her bounce up and down on him. Their skin slapped together as Stuart watched his dick slide out of her, covered in her warm juices only to slide back inside and have her roll her hips against his.

Y/N nearly came watching him watch their bodies meet. His face twisted in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth parted slightly. His hands came up to her tits, thumbs running over the hardened buds as she bounced on him. “You like watching me ride you, don't you, daddy? You like seeing my tits bounce and your dick covered in my juices. You're so sexy.” She mewled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders. Stuart flipped them over, she was on her back again.

His cock slipped out of her and he slammed back inside, Y/N screaming as he did. “No, no! I-I can't! Daddy, I'm too sensitive!”

Stuart kept his fast pace, his speed godlike. Y/N had never seen her husband as rough as he was in that moment. He was completely drunk on lust, on her. “Yes, you can, baby. One more, okay? Trust me, you'll love what happens.” He grunted, fingers rubbing on her clit again. His thrusts didn't falter until she came again. This time, harder than she ever had before. Her body arched off the bed, her fingernails scratching down his back and he was pretty sure she drew blood, but it didn't matter because she gushed all over him, the clear liquid drenching his abdomen and the sheets. His hot spurts of cum filled the condom to the brim as he threw his head back, cumming hard.

Y/N’s vision filled with black dots, her body shook. She was more than positive that she has blacked out for a few moments. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to recover from the best orgasm she'd ever had. Whimpers fell from her mouth, her body sensitive to any touch. Stuart pulled out slowly and watched his wife continue trembling, the wet spot visible on the sheets. He got off the bed and took off the condom, tying it off and walking to the huge bathroom connected to their room to throw it away. He grabbed a washcloth from the rack of towels and soaked it in warm water. Stuart walked back to the room and saw that she was still recovering.

“Baby? Are you okay?” He asked, worried that it was too much for her.

“Yeah, I'm amazing. I didn't know I could do that.” She opened her eyes, looking at him as he cleaned up the mess between her legs.

“Well, now we know you can. Did you like it?” He dropped the washcloth in a hamper and laid in bed with his wife, pulling the blankets on to their bodies.

Y/N nodded, her skin still hot. Stuart took off his glasses and set them on the bedside table next to the box of condoms. “I loved it. How did you learn how to do that?”

Stuart chuckled. “Before I met you, I used to watch a lot of porn. And I always thought it was hot when the girl squirted.”

“Was it hot when I squirted?” She looked up at him, her fingers playing in the patch of hair around his belly button.

“It was beyond hot. Fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen.” He groaned, thinking back to the moment. “You can bet your cute little ass I'm going to make you do it again sometime.”

Y/N hummed happily, kissing Stuart's jawline. “Good. I'm looking forward to it.”

“God, I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, too,” She licked his earlobe. “daddy.”

“None of that. I won't be able to control myself.” He warned her. She chuckled and agreed.

“Let's just go to sleep, I'm exhausted.” She kissed his chest and snuggled closer into his, shutting her eyes and falling into a peaceful slumber. “Goodnight, Stuart.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

Y/N was the first to wake up the next morning. She woke up to the sunlight coming in through the patio door they left open last night. She didn't really care because she knew that there was no one around for miles and they couldn’t possibly be bothered by anyone. Stuart's arm was wrapped loosely around her waist, her head resting on his chest while her hand rested on his abdomen. She looked up at him to see that his lips were slightly parted, tiny snores coming from him. His eyelashes rested on his high cheekbones, his hair a mess on top of his head.

She smiled as she stared at the man she'd married the day before. An idea popped in her head, she kissed his jaw and unwrapped his arm from her waist, rolling out of the king size bed. It was only when she realized how sore her body was that the memories of last night flooded back in her head. It felt like she relived every touch and every kiss as she remembered last night's events. She could feel his fingers on her body, his kisses around her breasts, the lovebites he’d sucked onto her skin. Y/N walked out of the bedroom after taking one last glance at Stuart to make sure he was still sleeping. He'd changed his position, he was now cuddling the pillow she'd slept on and a sleepy smile was on his lips, but he was still asleep.

She'd gotten to the living room and opened their suitcases, grabbing a pair of underwear and slipping them on. She grabbed one of Stuart's t-shirts and put it on, the hem of the shirt coming down to her mid thigh. Before doing anything else, she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth. After that, she wandered into the kitchen and thought of what she wanted to make breakfast. She opened up the cabinets and fridge to make sure the ingredients she would need were there and they were. Stuart had made sure that the fridge would be stocked up while they were there. He'd bought all kinds of fruit, eggs, bacon, stuff to make waffles or pancakes, muffins, various types of juices, and some coffee.

She grabbed all the food she thought was necessary for their breakfast and set it on the counter, locating the pans and dishes in the cabinets, getting to work on the food. First, she made blueberry pancakes because she knew how much he loved it when she made them. While she made the pancakes, she cooked bacon and eggs, chopped up some fruit and put it on a platter plate. Y/N also knew that Stuart loved orange juice, so she made sure to put the pitcher of orange juice out on the table along with all the food she'd prepared.

Stuart woke up to an empty bed, his eyes squinting as the bright sun filled his vision. He smiled sleepily when he looked at the silver band on his left hand. His nose filled with the smell he fell in love with. Y/N’s blueberry pancakes. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and put them on his face, he pushed the sheets off of his waist, walking to the living room to grab a pair of boxers out of his suitcase. He walked into the kitchen, Y/N’s back turned towards him as she stayed by the stove, watching the pancakes cook to a golden color on one side before flipping them so they'd cook on the other side. Looking at the round, two person table in the corner, Stuart grinned at all the food she made. His heart burned with happiness thinking of how much time she spent making breakfast look this perfect.

He took notice of what she was wearing. One of his shirts that fell to the middle of her thigh. Her legs looked unbelievably smooth from where he was standing. From all the touches last night, he could tell you that her skin felt how it looked. He walked over to his wife, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, hands going under her shirt and rubbing her belly. The soft, pink lips of his scattered kisses below her ear, his teeth grazing her skin as he moved his lips to her neck. His fingers pushed the fabric on her shoulder to the side so he could plant wet, open mouthed kisses on her skin. She hummed contently as her head rolled back against his shoulder.

She could feel his smile against his skin before his raspy voice spoke for the first time that morning. “Good morning, wife.”

Y/N chuckled and turned her head towards him, giving him multiple pecks on the lips. “Good morning, husband. I made you pancakes.” She flipped the pancake while he rested his chin on her shoulder, watching her cook.

“They look delicious, baby.” He kissed her ear and walked over to the island counter, grabbing a piece of cubed watermelon from the cutting board next to the sink and throwing the juicy fruit into his mouth. He hopped on the counter, his eyes on her while she turned the stove off and put the last couple pancakes on a plate, placing it next to Stuart's orange juice.

“There ya go! It's all finished, so you can eat now.” She smiled as he hopped off the counter and kissed her temple before sitting down in the chair at the table.

“What about you? Aren't you going to eat?” He asked.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, let me just clean up a little bit.” She began to walk over to the sink, but Stuart's arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into his body. She giggled as he set her on his leg.

“No, eat with me. We’ll clean everything up after we eat and then we can shower.” He grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite.

“Sounds good. What did you have planned for today?” She picked at the fruit in the bowl on the table.

Stuart grinned and rubbed the skin on her thighs. “So first, we’ll get cleaned up because frankly, my love, you still smell like sex.” He chuckled when Y/N nudged him with her elbow and rolled her eyes. “And then, we'll pack a lunch and go down to the beach. We can play in the water or sit in the sand, I don't care. When we come back here, we can make dinner and then do whatever you want to do.”

Y/N smiled and turned to straddle him in the chair. She grabbed his face and kissed his sweet lips, grinding against his dick. The only thing separating them was the fabric of their underwear. His hands went to her waist, pulling her closer into him. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away from him, smirking against his lips.

“I'm going to clean the kitchen.” She pecked the corner of his mouth and pulled away, walking towards the sink. As she walked away, he slapped her on the ass, laughing when she squealed in surprise.

She looked back at him, glaring at him. He blew her kiss and gave her a wink. “Love you, baby.”

Once the two ate, they walked to the huge bathroom and turned on the shower. The room immediately filled with steam as Stuart pulled off his wife's shirt and panties, she pushed down his boxers and they stumbled into the shower. Stuart didn't hesitate to push her against the marble wall and fuck her senseless. Sucking more hickies onto her skin while she scratched at his back, the scars on his back worse than they were before.

By the time he was done, she'd come three times and her legs were trembling. They felt like jello. Stuart peppered her skin with kisses, massaging her head as he washed her hair. “You really could spend this whole trip in bed, couldn't you?” She sighed as he finished rinsing the soap off of her head.

“If it's with you, oh yeah.”

Y/N chuckled and turned around, watching the drops of water trail down his body. She kissed his collarbone, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Well, we'll spend a lot of time in that bed. And in here. And the bathtub, on the couch, the counters, the tables, the pool, and then again in the bed.” Her mouth left pecks across his chest after she listed the places in the house.

Stuart kissed her forehead. “You're the love of my life, you know that?”

“And you're mine” She held up her left hand, the ring on finger shining in his face. “I wouldn't be wearing this if you weren't.” Stuart took her hand and kissed her knuckles, watching her beam at his actions.

“Your smile is so beautiful.” He muttered, not meaning for the words to come from his mouth.

She cupped his face, pulling his lips down to hers in a gentle kiss. It wasn't lustful or needy, but passionate and full of all the love in the world.

“I love you so much, Twombly.” Her fingers skimmed over the beauty marks on the side of his face.

“And I love you.” Stuart turned off the water and the two got out of the shower, Stuart walking in front of Y/N to grab them towels. He grabbed two off the shelf, wrapping one around his hips and the other one around his wife's body. He smiled at her before going to the sink to brush his teeth.

Y/N caught sight of his scratched up back, walking behind him and touching the red marks. “Did these hurt? I feel like these get worse every time we… you know.” Her husband chuckled and shook his head.

“Don't worry. I like them.” He wet his toothbrush.

“What?” She giggled, not expecting his confession.

“I love when you scratch my back. It's hot.”

Her arms snaked around his waist and she kissed his shoulder. “Whatever you say, baby. I'm going to put on my swimming suit and pack our lunch, then we can go.” Stuart hummed in agreement, brushing his teeth.

Y/N walked to their bedroom to put on the swimming suit she bought just for this trip, with the help of Neha, of course. She bought it especially for Stuart, knowing how much he would appreciate it. It was a white one piece with a deep plunging neckline that revealed maybe a little too much cleavage. There was a zipper on the back for Stuart's convenience. She looked in the mirror after putting it on and saw the dark, purple love bites Stuart had left all over her body. Whether it was in the valley of her breasts or the under boob, they were there. She scoffed in surprise as her fingers grazed the sore markings. A smile tugged at the corners of her plump lips before she walked to the kitchen and packed their lunch.

Stuart walked into the kitchen just as she finished putting their food in the basket, his swim trunks hanging low on his hips. His exposed torso made Y/N’s mouth water as her eyes trailed from the patch of hair on his chest to the dark hair dipping into the waistband of his shorts. He smirked as he watched her stare at him, his eyes going down to his torso before looking back at her. “You like what you see?” He walked over to her and pulled her into him, hands smoothing over her ass before hoisting him up around his waist, her legs wrapping around him.

“Oh, trust me, I love what I see.” She giggled and gave him quick pecks on the lips before hopping back down and grabbing the picnic basket. Stuart grabbed the beach bag, waiting by the door so they could make their way to the beach that was a few miles away. The drive was short and peaceful, Stuart smiling as his wife sang along to the song on the radio with the wind blowing her hair around. Once they arrived to the beach with very few people around, they found a spot in the sand right in front of the water, a couple palm trees surrounding them.

While they ate lunch, Y/N took notice to the people that had been staring at her and Stuart. She could tell they were whispering about the back scratches on Stuart’s back and the hickeys on Y/N’s torso. She moved to straddle her husband who was laying in the sand with his arms crossed behind his head, sunglasses covering his amber eyes. “What are you doing, babe?” He mumbled, smiling softly.

“People are staring at us.” She told him causing Stuart to sit up, hands going to her thighs. “At the very obvious scratches on your back and the hickeys on my neck and body.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

Stuart only shrugged in response. “Let them look. It shows them that you’re mine and I’m yours.” He kissed her shoulders.

Y/N laughed softly, getting off of Stuart and grabbing his hands to pull him up from the ground. “Come on, let’s go play in the water.” Stuart grinned and followed her to the water. The water hit her feet and she sighed when the warm water washed over her feet. “I could spend the rest of my life here.” She whispered, closing her eyes and soaking up the sun. Stuart’s strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to his body.

He hummed in agreement. “I could, too. Especially if it’s with you.”

“I love you.” She mumbled. This time she said it and it was soft, not just something you say before you go off to work or hang up the phone. It was a genuine ‘I love you’. She said it so quietly because he was the only one meant to hear it. Those three words would only ever be meant for him. He was the only man she’d ever said those words to. When she was younger, her mother told her what those words meant. That you were only supposed to say them to the people you truly loved. And she couldn’t think of anyone she loved more than Stuart Twombly. “I love you so much.”

Stuart grinned and leaned down to kiss her softly, his actions speaking louder than the three words ever could. He nuzzled his nose against hers, causing her to giggle when his lips brushed over hers. “I love you, too, Y/N.” He attempted to connect their lips again, but she pulled away and ran further into the water.

“Gotta catch me if you want that second kiss, Stu.” The water splashed around her as she laughed and smiled brightly. He watched her body get deeper into the water and she motioned for him to come towards her. He did as asked and made his way over to her, her legs wrapping around his waist while her arms wrapped around his neck. Stuart chuckled and pushed his lips to hers.

They spent the day at the beach until the sun started setting and then went back to the house they were staying at for their trip. Stuart told Y/N that he was cooking dinner since she’d cooked breakfast and lunch. They cleaned themselves up, taking another shower, but this time there was no funny business. Stuart immediately got to cooking Y/N’s favorite dinner dish while she sat on the couch with a glass of wine as she watched him cook.

Before he met the amazing cook that is Y/N Twombly, he barely knew how to make toast, but with a lot of nights of him watching her cook their dinners, he learned how to cook. She’d helped through many trials and errors, but within no time he had the hang of it. The meal didn’t take very long to finish preparing and soon enough they were eating and laughing about some pointless conversation they were having.

Stuart grabbed his phone and connected it to the large speakers that played music throughout the house. He played the song they danced to at their wedding. Can’t Help Falling in Love by Haley Reinhart. With a soft smile, the amber eyed man put his hand out for his wife to grab. “Dance with me?”

Y/N bit her lip in hopes of suppressing the smile that managed to break its way onto her face. She grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers while he put his hand on her back and she put hers on his shoulder. The music started to play and he began to sway their bodies to the soft beat of the song that played. She could still feel her head on his shoulder from when they danced at their reception, the eyes of their family and friends all on them, but it really felt like it was only them in the room. His fingers pushed the hair in her face behind her ear, wanting to get a better look into her loving eyes. She remembered Stuart telling her that he doesn’t dance, especially when they have that many pairs of eyes on them when they danced together at their wedding, but he quickly followed up that he’d only ever do it for her because she had him in the palm of her hand.

The patio door was open allowing the warm breeze to drift throughout the house and over her skin. Stuart leaned the side of his head against hers, his lips grazing over her right ear before placing soft kisses on the lobe. The simple power of his touch giving her goosebumps and sending a chill up her spine. His hand was splayed on her lower back, guiding her to keep the rhythm of the song. Stuart softly sang the lyrics, his beautifully raspy voice crawling into her heart, making it beat a thousand times faster, but slowing it down at the same time. Y/N had never been as happy as she was in that simple, yet peaceful moment. She turned her head to look into the amber eyes behind the thick framed glasses he wore on his face.

“What?” He smiled at her as she looked at him with pure admiration. Pure love. She shook her head and stood on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. The large hand that was previously on her back moved up to cup her jaw as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swiped at her bottom lip for entrance, which she granted without any hesitation. She moaned when his tongue brushed over hers. His hands smoothed down her ass and to her thighs, tapping slightly so she’d jump and carrying her to their bedroom and dropping her body on the bed. He tugged off his t-shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. Stuart pulled her nightgown off her body and dropped it onto the floor, leaving her upper half fully exposed to him.

Hovering over her, he reconnected their lips, moving his against hers slowly. His hand raised up to hers and intertwined their fingers. Y/N closed her eyes, eagerly waiting for what would happen next when he trailed his wet kisses down her to her jaw then her neck. The fingers on his free hand danced up her side and to her breast, kneading gently. His fingers tweaked at her nipple, pulling a sigh from her mouth. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He whispered against her skin.

Her hands went to the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp. “Stuart, will you make love to me?”

Stuart stopped his movements, looking her in the eyes while a smile tugged at his lips. He nodded slowly. “Anything you want, my love.” He nudged her nose and gave her a peck on the lips. His long fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, kissing her skin as the fabric came to her ankles. He tossed them on the floor and she was completely exposed to him.

She pushed the basketball shorts and boxers that hung low on his waist off of his body, adding it to the pile of their clothes. Her hands cupped his face, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she closed her eyes when their lips reconnected. She sighed out her nose when his erection poked at her thigh. Her body was on fire as she yearned for him to fill her up. “Condom?” He questioned, his warm breath hitting her face and adding to her need for him.

Her foot ran up his leg as she shook her head and stared into his eyes. The amber color was brighter, pooling with both love and lust. “No.”

“A-Are you sure? I mean, what if-”

“It’s okay. I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it.” She smiled. It would be everything she ever wanted. Ever since she was younger, she wanted a family. She wanted the perfect husband, she wanted her husband to be the love of her life, her true love and she found that. She wanted children that were all the best parts of their parents. Stuart grinned and brought his fingers up to push her hair behind her ear. His lips planted a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“I’m more than okay with it.” He grabbed his cock, pumping himself slowly before grabbing her leg and hitching it on his waist to line himself up with her entrance. He pushed himself in, her soaked core making it easy to slide in and out. As soon as he was seated inside of her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her hands stayed cupping his face as he held himself up on the mattress with his forearms. He thrusted into her pussy slow, but hard. Breathy sighs of his name fell from her parted lips and the sounds immediately became his favorite.

Stuart’s cock throbbed inside of her as Y/N’s walls fluttered around him. His forehead fell against hers, their breaths mingled as their pants filled the room. He hitched her legs higher up on his waist, eager to hit deeper and make the sounds she let out louder. When he gained speed and thrusted harder into her, she gasped and felt her stomach tighten, the core nearly ready to snap. Her fingers went to the back of his head, tugging at the brown locks as Stuart’s glasses slid on the bridge of his nose. He kissed her bottom top lip slowly while she moaned. Stuart looked down at their connecting bodies and nearly came as he’d pull out and see his cock glisten with her juices.

He groaned, loving everything about the moment he was in. The sounds, the feeling, the girl. It was all so perfect. She was perfect.

The tight clenches around his dick let him know that she was teetering on the edge. He sighed and bit his lip, picking up the pace. The sound of their sweaty skin hitting against each other filled the room along with the profanities that rolled off their tongues and the outside sound of the waves crashing against the sand outside the patio door.

“Look at me.” Stuart whispered. Y/N’s eyes slowly opened and it took all she had to know let them close again. “I want you to cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby.”

All she needed in order to fulfil his wishes was his fingers rubbing at her swollen bundle of nerves. Her back arched off the bed as she fell over the edge and into a pool of pure euphoria, her juices splattering against her walls. Stuart watched her face contort in pleasure, cumming right along with her. His eyes squeezed shut and his body came to a stop, emptying his hot load into her. He pulled out of her gently, collapsing on the bed next to her. Her messy hair was pooled around her shoulders, her skin shining with sweat. Her lips were red and swollen from all the kissing she’d done that night. She turned over to face him, grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, Stu.”

Stuart’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she pecked his skin. “For what, baby?”

“For being my husband. For being the love of my life. For everything you’ve ever done for me and everything you will do for me.” She whispered. “Just… thank you for being you.”

“In that case, thank you,” He leaned in and kissed her nose. “for being my wife. It truly has been a gift loving you.”

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Okay, so this is my updated masterlist I have added all the fics I have written and given myself a time limit on my series so I’ll stop being a lazy ass and keep writing. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to message me for a chat a request or anything I'd love to get to know you all.

Anyway, I’ll stop rambling enjoy!!

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Just My Luck (Series)

Part 2

Part 3 (coming week of 11/9/17)

I’m Jealous Okay

Issac Lahey

Coming soon (Eventually at some point)

Stuart Twombly

More Than Just Studying

Mitch Rapp

Worth Saving

Part 1

Part 2 ( Coming week of 4/9/17) I Hope

Dylan O'Brien

Baby Surprise

Untitled Dylan fic coming soon :)

More to come soon :) Feel free to send in requests x

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obriengf · 3 months

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Stuart Twombly Masterlist - OBRIENGF

NSFW marked with *** | Other masterlists HERE

Fic Recs for Stuart Twombly ♡

BABBLES

Fics :

Blurbs :

JUST A NAME

SEATBELT

Headcanons :

JEALOUSY

WHEN STUART WON’T MAKE A MOVE…

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roscoe-dream · 4 years

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Night Light || Stuart Twombly

A/N: I was thinking of a cute college fic + cuddling and thought of bby stuart. posting it now because I was too excited to wait!!

word count: 1,658

WARNINGS: cursing and sleepy twombly feels.

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“You look pretty pooped, Stewie. You okay?”

Billy’s voice spoke out in the midst of your Google team chattering about the next challenge, making all sound cease and eyes look over to a certain grouchy brunette with a beanie covering the top of his face.

You stifled a laugh at the sight of him, his head leaning back against the top of his swirly chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Stuart groaned in annoyance at the undesired nickname given to him by the older man, but didn’t bother to correct him as he pulled the beanie away from his glasses and adjusting it on his curls.

“No. No, I’m not okay.” He snapped, causing the group of adults to raise a brow at him. “I haven’t been able to sleep because of a certain dumbass.” Stuart’s gaze was now in front of him, on you, an angered look in his slitted eyes. You scoffed at his words, mimicking his figure and crossing your arms over your chest, shrugging as you sneered. “Listen here, asshole, it’s not my fault you can’t sleep at night.”

The pair of you were too engulfed in your heated argument to notice Billy let out a low whistle while stepping forward. “Hey, guys, why don’t we calm it down a little bi-”

“You sleep with the god damn light on! How am I supposed to get any sleep when it’s as bright as the sun in the room?!”

You laughed falsely, giving him the biggest, sickly sweet smile you could. “If it’s such an issue for you, Twombly, why don’t you go to Chetty and get a room switch?”

The brunette snorted, his hazel eyes rolling behind his glasses. “I shouldn’t have to! You’re 21 years old, Y/N, you don’t need a night light!”

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but was cut short by Neha’s outburst. “That’s enough!” She shouted, jumping up from her seat and turning to you. “Y/N, you know I love you, but we don’t give a shit about your guy’s sleeping issues. We need to focus on this challenge, we’re seriously behind.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks flushing in embarrassment when realizing she was absolutely right and arguing with Stuart was just wasting time. You nodded your head, silently surrendering while looking over at the beanie wearing brunette to see him doing the same. A sigh made it’s way past your lips as Nick stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Yo-Yo with a face full of optimism. “Alright, nooglers, let’s nail this challenge!”

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Your feet dragged along the carpeted floor of the Google building’s hallway, making your way past the numerous identical doors in the dorm hall. Not too far behind you was Stuart, and it didn’t take a brain to figure out that he was involved in his phone.

Not too long ago, the team had just finished the challenge assigned to them... and failed, once again. The thought of the defeated brought a slouch to your posture and a frown on your face, so you decided to focus on your exhaustion rather than your defeat for the night. As you waited in front of the door, you let out a squeak of surprise when Stuart crashed into you, knocking you into your dorm’s door. He gasped, dropping his phone onto the ground, before looking up at you with bulging eyes. “What the hell are you doing just standing there?”

You stared at him with astonishment, a dry chuckle rumbling from your chest as you shook your head at him. “You’re saying that like you weren’t the one that bumped into me.” Pointing your finger into Stuart’s chest, his eyes flickered between your finger and your face with a small smirk. “I’m waiting out here because you have the dorm key, doofus.”

Pushing past you, Stuart grabbed the dorm key from his back pocket. “They gave us two for a reason.” The brunette mumbled as he unlocked the door, walking through it first and switching on the overhead light. “Well I left mine,” you paused, walking through the dorm room and shutting it, picking up an identical key card from the counter by the door. “Inside.”

You watched as Stuart pulled the navy blue beanie from his head, revealing the tousled curls that you only saw in the late evening. He ignored your presence as you moved around the room, leaning against the headboard of his bed and tapping away at his phone while you gathered your things for a shower. Your shower was quick, knowing that if you took too long in the bathroom while Stuart was tired he would shut off the light before you even came out.

When you did exit the bathroom, your eyes darted to where you thought the hazel eyed boy was, only to find him by the light switch. Your eyes widened in realization, taking a step towards your bed. “Stuart, no.”

“Y/N, yes.” He mocked you, a smug smirk on his pink lips while he placed the light switch between his index and thumb. “I’m fucking exhausted, and you keeping the light on is only going to make it worse for me tomorrow. I’m turning it off.”

“No!” You panicked , a deep frown settling on your features as you watched his grin grow wider. “I can’t sleep like that.” You mumbled, feeling your neck and face grow hot with embarrassment under his teasing eyes. Stuart raised his brows, nodding slowly with that same smug look. “You mean like this?” He asked, fingers dragging the light switch down and making the room go dark. You let out a piercing shriek, catapulting yourself onto your bed.

As embarrassing as it was, you were afraid of the dark. Always have been.

You brought your knees to your chest, frantically searching for any sight of the brunette in the dark. “Turn it back on, Twombly! I’m serious!” Your voice stammered, resulting in Stuart to groan before flicking the light back on.

“Y/N!” Stuart whined, throwing his head back. “I can’t sleep with this light on. You have been sleeping with it on for the past few weeks! Just for tonight?” He proposed, sighing loudly when you simply shook your head at his offer.

You observed him silently while he bit the inside of his cheek, glancing over at his empty bed that was across from yours, to the light switch, before settling his gaze back on you.

The boy sighed, stepping away from the light slightly which made you relax. “Don’t scream, or do anything stupid.” He demanded, pulling his glasses off his face and giving you a better view of his whiskey colored eyes. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but soon your body tensed when his fingers were back on the light switch.

A whimper escaped your mouth when the room went dark once again, and you quickly shuffled underneath the covers. The bed creaked slightly from your actions, but you didn’t care. It was quite for a few moments, nothing heard but the slow shuffling in the room that you could only rule out to be Stuart.

There was a sudden thudding noise, followed by a larger one. “Oh fuck, damn it!” His hushed voice grunted, which you let out a laugh at. “You okay, Twombly?” You asked into the dark, your eyes roaming around what looked like a dark empty space, feeling your heart race a little faster.

“I’m fine.”

His voice was a lot closer now, but still as soft as a whisper. You swallowed thickly, nodding your head even though he couldn’t see you. There were a few more moments of silence, the only thing being heard was both of your breathing. Although you could hear Stuart’s breathing perfectly fine, you knew he was close because you could faintly feel it on your face.

Your bed began to creak once again, but it wasn’t from your shuffling, it was from Stuart’s. Quickly moving as close to the wall as you could, you made enough room for him to lay down as he hesitantly made his way into your bed.

“Stuart?”

“Yeah?”

“What’re you doing?”

It was silent again, you could hear his breathing as well as feel it on your face. His breath smelled like a faint mint, not overpowering like he had swallowed multiple mints. You waited patiently for his response, not commenting on the fact that you could hear him swallow because of your close proximity.

“I thought that, uh, I would sleep with you so that you aren’t as scared with the lights off.” He murmured, and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up for the third time today. Your silence, fortunately, egged him on his reasoning. “You’re scared of the dark, so if you knew that I was here and in the dark with you, you wouldn’t be so scared anymore.”

His voice was quiet, and sincere. You felt your heart swell at his actual kind words, a smile growing onto your lips to compliment your rosy cheeks. Thankful that it actually was dark, you didn’t want Stuart to see you in such a flustered manner.

You took the next step, shuffling closer to him under the covers and wrapping your arms around his torso, curling up into his chest. In this position, you could hear Stuart’s heart thudding at a quicker pace than average, and the grin on your face only grew because it matched your own.

“You don’t have to do this, Twombly. Thank you.”

Your whispers made his chest rumble with a short laugh, his arms cautiously wrapping around your waist.

“Yeah, well,” the grip the brunette had on your figure tightened slightly, his hand brushing against your back. “Just shut up and deal with it.”

That was the first night you slept in the dark, and the first night Stuart slept at all, since you met.

And boy, did it feel good.

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harringtonstilinski · 1 year

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WE’VE REACHED 1K FOLLOWERS!!!

i’m so incredibly thankful for every single one of you! my celebrations don’t do very well, but we’re gonna have one!

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mitch rapp

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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café on the corner | stuart twombly

word count; 9220

summary; stuart takes his girl on the holiday of a lifetime, and realises something along the way.

notes; this is the second part of teh happy birthday fic for @stylesharrys, and it’s just pure fluff, go ahead. andenjoy.

warnings; smut, unprotected sex.

Shaking his shoulder, the man groaned as he rolled over, and you huffed out as you sat cross-legged beside him. Soft sunlight filtered through the soft cream blinds that were flowing in the room from the floor to ceiling windows to the balcony you’d been watching the birds from only moments ago.

“Stu, wake up!” You were whining the words out, and he groaned, rolling over in the bed and rubbing at his eyes. He cracked a single lid open to look at you, a smile taking over your lips as you cupped his cheeks, leaning over him and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He groaned lowly into your mouth, a hand lifting to weave into your hair as he moved his lips with yours slowly, his body shifting as he propped himself up on his free elbow, sighing when you pulled back.

“You taste like strawberries. Why do you taste like strawberries?”

He rubbed his lips together, licking over them as you pulled back, and he rubbed at his eyes as he woke up a little more. “I ordered a special breakfast. A birthday breakfast.” He sat up straight, looking over the meal sitting on the trolley delivered by room service and his stomach grumbled on queue.

“Last year I woke you up at nine to celebrate your birthday and you went back to sleep until midday. We start your birthday celebrations at..” His eyes flicked over, lifting his phone up as he checked the time, a chuckle on his lips as he saw it. “Ten to eight in the morning?”

“Last year we weren’t in Italy. Our last day in Italy, I might add.” He set himself up in the pillows, fluffing them before he was leaning back and watching as you darted around the hotel room in a quick flurry of movements, taking the wooden trays provided, stacked with sweet foods as you brought him over a plate of pancakes, drizzled with syrup and decorated with a collection of red, pink and blue coloured berries. “We need to make the most of this day! We need to really enjoy it!”

“Enjoy it? What have we been doing with the rest of the days then?”

The flight into Italy had brought a sleepy Stuart, who had snoozed for most of the flight, and a hyperactive version of you, practically buzzing in your seat, a squeal leaving you the moment the plane had landed. You had all but bounded through the airport, collecting your luggage and going through security, before the warm sun had been hitting your skin.

First stop, Rome.

Stuart had really gone all out with his planning. You had done tours of the colosseum and had lunch at a little café, sitting at a woven metal table under an umbrella, quaint stone walls with ivy tumbling down the sides as the smell of freshly roasted coffee filled the air. It had been the exact opposite of the concrete-jungle you’d come from, and it was perfect.

You’d moved from jewellery shops to little boutiques, all the shops you would never get to see in America as you bought trinkets and souvenirs, Stuart having promised that he’d bring something back for his entire team. Neha got a charm bracelet, Stuart disappearing into the store to buy it as you browsed the earrings, picking out a pair you liked just as he returned with the charm, wrapped in blue tissue paper and tucked in a paper bag with the store’s name hand-painted across the front.

Billy and Nick both got a pair of keyrings from a street-seller you’d come across while browsing open markets, and Lyle got a set of beautifully wove cushion covers for the house he’d just bought with his girlfriend. He’d been telling Stuart about her colour scheme for weeks, and so he’d enlisted your help in finding a complementary accessory that could cross as both a souvenir and a housewarming gift for when you returned. Yo-yo got a mug, with an inspirational quote in Italian and a collection of herbal teas, which he’d recently been trying instead of coffee, because he was already jittery enough, and he’d been so much better since the switch over.

You’d rearranged the items in your half-empty suitcase, purposefully left that way so that you could fit in everything you bought and wanted to take home, and you packed the delicate trinkets around your socks and t-shirts for padding.

Stuart had pressed kisses to your cheeks and your lips at every opportunity he had, mumbling his apologies for what had happened as he made up for everything that had transpired that had resulted in the impromptu birthday trip, and that night when you’d gotten to your first hotel, you’d taken his face between your hands, kissing him hard and telling him that it was all okay, and that you forgave him. He’d soon dragged you between the sheets for a memorable first night in Rome.

On your second day in Rome, you visited the Trevi Fountain and the Pantheon. The two of you had enjoyed coffee and hot, freshly-baked pastries at the same little café as the sun rose higher in the sky. You had taken cheesy photos together, both ones that you could frame and ones that would stay in your camera roll, your phone handed off to several people as you asked them to snap pictures of you and your boyfriend. He scowled each time you dragged him into another pose, but he smiled brightly and stood tall in every photo, his eyes on you in most of them as he watched how much you were enjoying yourself.

Your phone’s new lock screen was a picture you had taken before stopping to have lunch, the temple standing in the background as the sun shone down from overhead. You were on your boyfriend’s back, your legs wound tightly around his waist and arms around his neck, your lips pressing his a kiss to his cheeks and your eyes closed. That side of his face was scrunched up, a laugh on his lips from the sudden surprise of the kiss and his cheeks had tinted pink, and it had been one of your favourite photos of the two of you that had ever been taken.

After lunch, you’d travelled a little more, before making wishes at the Trevi fountain. As legend dictated, you’d stood together with your backs to the famous attraction, closing your eyes and making your wishes before flicking the coins over your shoulder, two soft splashings catching your attention as the metal disks sunk to the bottom, ripples on the perfectly clear blue water spreading from their entry-points. His arm had wrapped around your waist, dipping you down for a slow and passionate kiss as you stood beside the edge, and he mumbled just how much he loved you into your mouth as he pulled away.

His new lock screen was a picture he’d snapped secretly when you’d sat on the edge of the fountain, staring off into the distance as you took in the beautiful city around you, the wind sweeping through your hair, and despite how much you protested the picture, he claimed to love it, leaving a wet kiss on your cheek as he ignored your complaints. By the night, you were checking out of the hotel and boarding a train, snoozing together as you leaned against one another as the scenery flashed by the window in the dark.

You’d crashed at your new hotel the moment that you had gotten there, late at night and exhausted as you stripped down to your underwear. The third day of your holiday was full of teasing touches and lip bites as you both relaxed on the beach. Your favourite bikini adorned your body, a pair of khaki-green shorts on your boyfriend’s legs as he roamed the soft-sandy beach shirtless. He’d rubbed sunscreen into your skin, peppering your back and shoulders with kisses as you tanned int he sun. At lunch, you ate sandwiches from a stall and ice-cream from a beachfront shop, swapping cones halfway through and sharing flavours.

Sticky sweet kisses were shared between the two of you as his bubblegum flavoured tongue tangled with your raspberry ripple flavoured one, cold mouth soon warming up as you sat wrapped around one another on towels on the beach. When the sun had passed the centre of the sky, you’d dared to venture into the lapping waves, the clear and cool water calling to you.

You’d floated out further than the rest of the tourists were, the water lapping above your ribcage as it swam around his middle, his hands finding your hips and pulling you into him as his nose bumped yours. With nothing but quiet waves washing over your body in soothing movements, his hands roaming over your back as confessions and declarations of love were shared between the two of you, the ocean’s at the beaches of Italy being the only witness to your conversations, before you melted into his grasp, letting him scoop you up under your legs and wrap you around him as your mouths met.

You swam, and laughed, and you floated in the water and pointed out funny patterns int he clouds until the water was too cold to be in anymore as the sun painted the shy in pastel shades, and your skin was wrinkling like a prune. Your bodies were covered in sand when you lay out on the beach, watching as the day moved on and the nights closed in, stars twinkling in the sky overhead. When the cool night breeze had become too much, he’d held your hand and pressed kisses to your knuckles as you walked the quiet streets back to your hotel, brushing dried sand from one another’s bodies until you were waling through the lobby.

You shared a bath, a bottle of prosecco that you’d bought from the bar with two glasses sitting opened on the side as you leaned back against his chest in the warm and bubble-filled water, letting him slowly wash salt and sand form your skin as he sucked a delicate mark into the skin of your shoulder. The night ended with your forms wrapped in the thin sheets, your cries dying in his mouth as your back arched up from the mattress and his body rolled with yours, hand gripping the headboard and face buried in your neck.

Pisa was the next stop on your tour across Italy, and your boyfriend insisted on taking one of the goofy photos of himself ‘holding up’ the leaning tower. The place was buzzing with other tourists, more couples like the two of you were milling around and yet you still felt special. He made you feel special, he made you feel loved. His hand never left yours, the two of you climbing the tower with the tickets he’d booked in advance, your legs aching and muscles sore as you reached the top, and Stuart was mumbling under his breath about the modern age and elevators, but the view was breathtaking and worth every single step.

The journey down had been the killer, Stuart leaning against you when you were only a hundred steps down, and his large body slumped against yours only added to the struggle, but it was worth every second of it. The scenic picture of your lips locked and the sprawling Italian landscape spread out behind you both was stunning, and it was definitely one of the ones that you’d be framing and hanging on your walls at home.

You’d filled yourself with pizza form the booths set up, a huge wheel of hand-made pizza each, a portion of fries shared between you, and you’d spent the hour after that rubbing your full stomachs as you lay out on the grass, soaking up the warmth and chatting about all your best moments of the trip so far. You talked about where you’d be going next, talked about your dream travels, and indulged in a dessert from a small store, the tiramisu melting on your mouth as the taste of chocolate, coffee and cream coated your senses.

The evening had once again brought a train ride, taking you from Pisa up to Milan, and the city had been alive when you’d arrived, even in the late hour. You’d spent the night sweaty and drunk, grinding with your boyfriend in a club until you could barely stand without swaying to a beat, the thrill of good cocktails and better company buzzing through your system. His front pressed to your back, his arms on your waist and his mouth on your neck, your hands in his hair and on his shoulders, mouths pressed together and touches fleeting and roaming over one another.

The elegance of the final city in your whirlwind travels of the country had been different from the classic and historic beauty of Rome, or the fun and lighthearted ease of Pisa and the beaches of Tirrenia, and you’d spent the day strolling down the highstreets and shopping in high-class boutiques. You’d tried on dresses, modelling them for your boyfriend until you’d chosen your favourite, and he made you vow to save a dress that pretty for an occasion special enough to call for it.

Lunch in the bustling city brought a bowl of pasta shared between the two of you, kissing sauce from the sides of one another’s mouths and holding hands across the table. It was your penultimate full-day, and you were soaking up every ounce of classic culture that the beautiful country was offering. This hotel was by far the most beautiful of them all, a small balcony connected to your room with windows that spanned from the roof to the ground, opening up with delicate silk curtains covering the windows that allowed natural sunlight to filter in.

Birds would land on the balcony, a box of birdseed attached to the wall for optional feeding of the wild flocks, and the bed was king-size, soft cotton sheets for you to roll around in, and a bathtub you may as well do laps in. It was the big final goodbye to Italy, and it was incredible. It had rained on your second-to-final night, and so your plans to find a bar or club to share cocktails and dance in had slipped away, but your moods had never faltered.

Instead, the two of you ordered room service and drinks from the bar, your phone letting out the soft melodies of your favourite songs, the tunes you’d collectively gathered over your years of being together, and he danced you around, barefoot in your pyjamas as you slow danced across the carpet of your hotel room. The night had ended with the two of you watching movies, cuddling among the stuffed pillows and cushions.

At midnight, he had presented you with a cupcake. Swirling yellow and glittery icing atop the lemon-flavoured treat that you recognised from the bakery you’d passed by earlier in the day. He had produced a single candle and a lighter, letting you blow it out and make your wish. He gave you a kiss for every year of your age, before handing you the cupcake, and presenting the other five fruity and chocolatey indulgent treats, the two of you sharing the box of cakes before crashing, sleepy kisses and tired wishes of goodnight being the last to echo in the room around you.

You rolled your eyes at him, grinning as you took your own plate and settled into the pillows beside him, your bare legs stretched out alongside his, clad in plaid pyjama bottom pants. A long sleeve shirt sat on your torso, his chest bare, the two of you perfectly matching and he bumped his foot against yours, smiling as he stuffed a sliced off piece from the stack into his mouth.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” A dribble of syrup ran along his lip, and you leaned in, licking it from his skin slowly before planting a kiss on his lips, the sugary taste spreading between both of your mouths and he grinned as he returned the affection, before turning back to his food and chewing his mouthful.

“Yeah, well, I’ve got it covered.”

His words were cryptic, and you raised a brow at him curiously. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see.” You grumbled under your breath about his lack of clarification, but chose instead to allow him to get away with it, the both of you happily eating your breakfasts. Throughout the meal, he’d cast you sly glances, the edges of his lips tipped up in a smirk as he looked at you, watching as you tried to ignore out what it was that he was scheming with, choosing instead to busy yourself by bumping your foot against his in tune with the song stuck in your head.

Upon finishing your meals, you were getting ready, the heat already beginning to come in, and while you were showering, Stuart had piled all your empty plates back up onto the room service trolley and pushed it out into the hall to be collected again later by a worker who may find it. He was freshly shaven, skin clean and smelling of aftershave when you emerged from the steamy glass cubicle, and he was wearing the smart green henley he’d brought with him and had yet to wear.

The olive-coloured material complimented the slight tan he’d picked up on your week here, and a pair of black skinny jeans-clad his legs, the cleaner pair of Adidas trainers on his feet. Instead of his usual glasses, he’d swapped them out for his prescription sunglasses, sitting atop his head as he tucked the regular pair into your purse just in case he changed his mind halfway through the day.

“You look fancy.”

His head snapped up upon hearing you enter the room, and he sent you a grin, eyes raking along your body, wrapped in a towel as you dried your hair with another one, and he licked over his lower lip. “You should get dressed, I don’t have sex scheduled until this evening if you keep standing there all wet and almost naked, we’re going to miss out plans.”

A laugh left you as you walked past him, leaning up to place a quick peck to his lips as you grabbed your hairdryer from your suitcase and plugged it into the wall, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as you ran your hand through the damp tangles. “You’ve scheduled in sex for tonight? I feel so spontaneous.”

His cheeks flushed as he scowled, dipping his head so that his sunglasses fell from the top of his head to sit over his eyes, and he stuck his tongue out at you playfully. “I had to schedule it in, because after the great day I have planned, you’re definitely going to want to suck my dick later.” He had a cheeky grin on his face as he watched your jaw drop, laughing and dodging the pillow you threw at him. “Hey! I just made that bed!”

“I’m sucking your dick on my birthday? Doesn’t sound very fair.”

“You love it when I fuck your pretty little mouth, and you know it.” He put the pillow back in place, your face going red as he looked at you, a moody pout on your lips as he won your quip-off, but he simply tipped your head up with a finger under your chin, pressing a peck to your pouted lips and smiling softly at you. “I picked out that nice white sundress you bought the other day, you should wear it. You look pretty in it.”

He left you alone, wandering out onto the balcony with his phone in his hands, no doubt to take a stream of selfies and artistic pictures of the view that he could send to his work group-chat and post on Facebook for his family to see. As introverted as he may seem, during your relationship Stuart had become well aware of how attractive he was, or at least well aware of how attractive you thought he was, and so he was definitely not camera shy.

It didn’t take long to dry your hair, and you’d almost entirely forgone makeup for your trip, choosing to let your skin breathe and simply applying sun lotion, a flick of mascara and some dots of concealer. By the time he’d deemed his photoshoot over, you were just fastening the straps on the wedge heels you’d bought that matched the dress, the boutique having been reasonably priced enough that you’d been able to afford both.

“Ready?”

“Of course.” He grinned, taking your hand and raising it up to his lips, before pulling you into him, pressing a long and sweet kiss to your lips, your mind blanking as you melted into him, hands clutching at the material of the shirt on his chest as you tried to grasp onto him for support. His lips worked slowly against yours, dragging together and working in perfect harmony, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, before he sucked on it just enough to make you gasp, your lips parting for him.

Sliding a hand into your softened hair, he tipped his head to the side, his tongue dipping into your mouth to tangle with your own and you whimpered into him, sliding your arms around his body to pull yourself closer to him, and his hand on your hip tightened. It wasn’t rushed or sloppy, but instead slow and loving and passionate, and you were breathless when you pulled away, your eyes wide when they finally fluttered open to look at him. “Woah. What was that for?”

“Because you look so pretty, and I love you, so much.” His lips pressed to your forehead before he turned you around, nudging you in the direction of the still open balcony doors. “Let me take a picture of you before we go.”

You indulged him, moving to stand out on the ledge, sun shining around you as you grinned for him, and he snapped a few pictures from different angles, before finally allowing you to come inside again, you scooped up your own sunglasses and adjusted your bag on your shoulder, checking you had everything you needed as he locked the doors, before his hand was taking yours, your fingers lacing together as he guided you from the room.

“So, what are we doing?”

He grinned at you, hitting the button on the hotel elevator and watching as the doors slid shut, the box kicking into gear. “Lots of things. Things you’ll love, I hope.” You squeezed his hand in support, placing a hand on his cheek and turning his face towards you, offering him the warmest smile you could as his eyes swept over your face.

“We could spend the entire day in the hotel room watching Netflix and I’d still love it. You brought me to Italy for my birthday, how could it be anything less than incredible?”

Your words made him smile, and he pecked the tip of your nose, the lift coming to a halt and the doors opening back up for you to allow you an exit, and he guided you out of the main doors and into the already bustling streets of the fashion-capital city. The heat hit you all at once, the air-conditioned coolness of your hotel slipping away as you followed him along the streets, a pep in your step as he guided you to your first location.

“Stu! Tell me what we’re doing!” Your voice was whiny, and he chuckled as your short walk was nearing its end, guiding you into the large plaza that was buzzing with people, both tourists and locals as they all went about their own days.

“Well, firstly, we’re going to climb up the Duomo di Milano, and take some pictures.” His mouth had formed the words perfectly, the accent coming out just right, and you smirked at him as he guided you towards the beautiful cathedral, the tall building towering over you and leaving a beautiful shadow across the ground, facts already pouring from your boyfriend’s mouth about the history of the building and what it would be like inside. The more Italian he spoke, the more facts and knowledge he poured out as he effortlessly guided you around the intricate halls and paths, you realised just how much effort he’d put into planning this day for you.

Once you had reached the top balconies, the sunlight filtering over the pale and sun-bleached stones, you pulled him onto the most aesthetic spot you could find, pulling out your phone as his arms wrapped around your waist, his nose nuzzling into your hair as you sorted yourself out with your camera. Twisting your face towards him, your lips found his, and he let out a happy hum as he eagerly returned the kiss, the sound of the camera snapping its picture being merely a dull echo behind you both as you got lost in the feeling of his lips on yours.

When he pulled back, he let out a shallow laugh against your lips, the sound carried on his little pants for air, and you bumped your noses together, before pulling away to look at the cheesy-pictures you’d taken.

“We look great. Don’t we look great?” You held the phone up for him to look at, and he lifted his sunglasses, glancing at them for a second before pressing his lips to your cheek and letting them fall back into place. “I can’t wait to get our pictures framed, or maybe make a scrapbook. Can we put some of the pictures around the house?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

You took off in a detailed explanation of what you wanted to do with the memories you were capturing, your face lit up with joy, your thoughts all running together as you spoke quickly, the man you loved watching you with amusement, clearly not listening as he simply stared at you, before using the arms that were still wrapped around you to pull you into him, placing a quick kiss to your mouth to silence you of your hurried ramblings. “Non vedo l'ora di sposarti, un giorno.”

Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, your dropped jaw became a wide beam as you looked at him, taking his hand as the two of you moved on. “What does that mean? When did you learn Italian?”

“I spent the whole time up to the trip learning a few phrases to impress you. Did it work?”

“It did, I’m very impressed, and a little bit turned on. Did you learn anything we can use for that bit of scheduled sex later?” Your voice dipped as you spoke to him, and he gasped, a holding a hand over his chest as he guided you through the corridors and back toward the stairs, slipping a hand down to pinch your ass when he was sure nobody was looking, your body jumping and a squeak leaving you when he did.

“Voi dimmi, quando sei nudo e urlando per me.” He nipped at your earlobe as he spoke, not wanting any of the locals who spoke the language to overhear his dirty words, and your breath felt forced from your lungs as you flushed, the sudden heat on your body definitely not from the temperature the sun beating down on you was creating.

Following you trip up to the balconies of the beautiful cathedral, you wandered the plaza and the surrounding areas, taking in everything from the beautiful fountains to the scenic environment, and you couldn't have been happier of you tried, Your boyfriend was happy to follow you wherever you wanted to go, as long as by the time it was 2 p.m. you were ready for your next surprise.

That surprise happened to be a light lunch at Terrazza Aperol, overlooking the beautiful and historic building you’d been in an hour or so prior, and you were greeted with a complimentary Aperol Spritz, the two of you helping yourselves to small plates of food from their buffet tables, before settling into the comfortable seats under the shade of the umbrella. You were ecstatic, and clearly he knew, because he was grinning as he watched you settle into your seat, knowing how much you’d wanted to visit this particular spot from all the times he’d seen you save pictures of it on Instagram, or add it to your vision board for your travels to Italy.

“You know, Verona isn’t far from here.” You teased, and his brows raised as he pushed a mouthful of food up onto his fork, pausing on its way to his mouth as he sent you a crooked grin.

“You want to be the Juliet to my Romeo, baby?”

“Always. You know how much I love a classic romance.” He chuckled, chewing his food as he considered his next words, looking at you carefully.

“Okay, we can be star-crossed lovers, but only if you promise not to do anything stupid like dying on me, I need you too much. We have too much to live for yet.” You cooed at him, pressing a kiss to the edge of his mouth before pulling back, his eyes watching you with a look you couldn't quite decipher, before he seemed to clear his thoughts winking at you cheekily and moving back to his meal.

The afternoon was spent with both of your hands wrapped around one of his arms, as he took you through the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, letting you glance into every little shopping spot you desired, never once rushing you or looking bored, but letting you take your time, and he carried all the bags, filled with items you were purchasing as you went, never letting you carry any bag that wasn’t your purse.

By the time you had finished, the temperature was beginning to cool as you moved onto the late-afternoon, and you made the quick trip back to the hotel to put down all your shopping bags. You flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as you let pure bliss overwhelm you, the day having been more than you ever could have wished for.

“Today was amazing. Thank you so much, Stuart.”

“Don’t get too comfortable, I have one more surprise for you.” You propped yourself up on your elbows, raising a brow at him as he dug through his bag, before pulling out the smart button-up shirt he had packed in there at the beginning of the trip. Placing his sunglasses down, folded and finished with as the sun sank lower and dimmer on the horizon, he tugged the henley up over his head, and you bit your lip. Normally pale skin had a slight golden hue, the dark hairs standing out deliciously from the smatterings across his chest and down below his navel, dipping into his jeans as they sat low on his hips.

Your view was covered when he closed the new shirt around himself, doing up the buttons carefully and chuckling at you when you whined at him. “Are you sure we can’t have that scheduled sex now? You look good.”

He had a slight pink blush on his cheeks when he looked back to you, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and placing his usual glasses on his nose, ruffling his hair a little bit as he laughed lightly. “We could, but then we’d miss our dinner reservations at one of the restaurants along the Navigli canals.”

You shot upright, looking at him with a dropped jaw, and he held his hands out for you, pulling you up and into him as you gaped. “Are you serious?”

“Do electrons carry a negative charge?” You rolled your eyes at his nerdy joke, excitement flooding through your body at the thought of the evening ahead. “It’s a nice little place, I figured if we go now, we can walk along the canals and watch the sunset before eating? What do you say?”

You nibbled on your lower lip, pecking his lips before taking his hand, a dangerous glint on your eye and a smirk on your lips when you turned back to him, swiping your bag and the hotel room keycard from the counter. “I say you were definitely right before when you said I’d be wanting to suck your cock tonight.”

You opened the door, his loud laugh ringing out into the corridors as you let it swing shut behind you, and he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you close to his side. “Told you so.”

The elevator ride felt too slow, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you tapped your foot, nibbling on your bottom lip. Stuart’s arm over your shoulders felt far too heavy, but it also felt like he was anchoring you to the ground, and you were overly aware of the fingers drawing patterns on your arm.

The little old lady facing away from you was paying no attention to you, she was reading the leaflets on the inside of the door as she talked to her friend, the two of them arm in arm as they shakily read the pamphlets about activities to do within the hotel, and Stuart was mouthing your neck, leaving wet marks on your skin, his glasses fogged up and smudged as his face buried in your neck, and you had to choke down the moan that wanted to bubble up and out of you.

Only three floors to go until you reach your own.

You had walked along the canals together, snapping pictures of the sunset and holding one another close as you made the most of your final night in the European city. You’d taken pictures of the pastel colours of the sky reflecting on the water, and you’d chatted about your trip, talking together about how you promised to return one day, to do all the things you’d never had a chance to this time, before finding your restaurant and ready for the bookings.

Dinner had been incredible. You’d shared a bottle of local wine, and you’d eaten pasta and sweet desserts until you’d been full. Chat had ranged between playful banter and flirty comments, working the two of you up. It had started with his leg bumping against yours under the table, hands brushing across the table and subtle looks over one another with bitten lips. By the time dessert had been served, he’d moved onto your side of the booth, a hand on your thigh, squeezing and teasing, your bodies pressed together, feeding one another spoonfuls of gelato, slices of fresh fruit and whipped cream.

You could still taste the sweet treat in your mouth and you watched the floors count up, finally landing on yours as the moving box came to a halt and the doors slid open. Taking your boyfriend’s hand in your own, the ding of the doors closing again sounded when you were only feet out of the elevator, and you dropped his hand, desperately fishing through your purse for the keycard to your room.

Hands were hot on your hips, a growl into your neck as he used a single finger to pull the spaghetti strap of your sundress down until it fell loose over your arm, and he sucked a large mark onto the skin of your shoulder, knowing that it would be deep purple and expansive in the morning, your hands shaking as you waited for the light to change front red to green, and for the door to click open.

The second it had, you were twisting in your boyfriend's arms, stumbling through the door and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to meet yours. He groaned against your lips, a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth and pure frantic desperations as the door slammed shut behind you and the sounds echoed from the walls. Your hands slipped down to his chest, tugging and pushing at buttons as you tried to get the button up undone, deciding to just rip it, the pieces of plastic hitting the floor as the material gaped open, and he moaned low in his throat as you did.

“Did you just rip open my shirt?”

Ducking your head, you pressed your lips to his chest, licking a wet mark across his skin and following it with your kisses, his hands on your hips tightening infinitely as his head fell back. “You bet I did. I’ll stitch the buttons back on when we get home, it’s fine.”

“I so don’t care about anything other than being buried balls-deep inside of you right now.” His voice was low and gravelly, and you wobbled on your heels, his strong arms holding you firm as your hands trailed down to rest on his forearms. Your eyes scanned over the tan skin, the veins protruding even more prominently from his strong grip on you, and you felt like you were on fire. A single hand slid around to the back of your dress, tugging down the zipper and helping you to shed the material, his breath hitching in his throat as he looked at you. “So fucking perfect for me.”

You reached up to his shoulders, pushing away the button up until it fell to the floor, and you moved to pop the button on his jeans. Large palms fondled at your ass, and you yanked down the zipper on his jeans, trying to push them down your hips as he played with the lace, letting his hands slip underneath to rest on your heated flesh. “I really need you to take these jeans off, and I need you to fuck me. Like, right now.”

“Is that a birthday wish?”

“Well, there are no candles to blow out, but I could blow on something else to make it come true?” He smirked at your words, kicking off his shoes and holding up his hands, folding them behind his head as a cocky look took over his face.

“I think we could make that work. On your knees, baby.”

You grinned, dropping down and taking a fistful of material on either side of his hips, tugging down both his boxers and his jeans until they were stuck around his thighs just above his knees, a dripping cock pointed straight at you, swollen and red as it bobbed before your face. Wrapping a hand around him, you pumped slowly, skin slick from his own precum and you licked over your lips, before taking the head into your mouth.

Swirling your tongue around the head, his hips shook, your hands rounding his thighs as your nails dug into the firm flesh, a humming sound leaving him as you focused your attention. Moving further down, your tongue flattened, trailing over the vein on the underside of his cock, until your nose was brushing the hairs at the base of his thick cock, gagging around his length and slurping at him, your eyes watering as you swallowed around him, and he let out a long groan, a hand dropping to lace in your hair as he pulled you back from his cock.

A string of saliva connected you to him, and he wiped under your chin, breaking it away as he looked down at you. His lips were parted and puffy from the kisses you had shared, and his eyes were blown with just, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran over your lips.

“You’re a fucking vision. Down on your knees, chin wet with your spit from taking my cock so good. But, it’s your birthday, so get up here and I’ll give you everything you want.” He held a hand out for you, and you licked along the length of his cock, gathering the salty essence that was beading at the slit on the tip before taking his outstretched hand, lifting you up to your feet as you stood before him. Sliding his hands around to your back, your bra came loose, and he slid down your arms, your nipples pebbling in the cool air. “Tell me how you want it, and you can have it.”

“Firstly, I want it hard, and rough.”

“Like this?” He tugged you in toward him, wet cock pressed to your thigh as his hand found your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to him, his mouth descending to your neck. He licked and sucked at your skin, nipping along your jaw and marking you up for anyone to see when the marks came through in the morning.

“Yeah.” Your breaths were shaky, and you wiggled your panties away and down your hips, letting them fall to the floor for yourself to step out of, leaving you in just your heels. “Then, I want it slow, show me how much you love me.”

“I can do that.” Without any further hesitations, his hand around your thighs, knocking your legs out from underneath you as he twisted you back to fall against the soft quilts lining the bed. With a hand on one ankle, he pulled you back toward the edge of the bed, your feet touching the floor one by one as he unstrapped your heels and dropped them to the floor. Wet kisses were placed up the insides of each of your legs, nips replacing the soft exchanges when it came to your inner thighs, and you were already trembling by the time he licked a stripe from your entrance to the pulsating bud of pleasure.

Two fingers prodded at your core, slipping into your slick hole with ease as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly and your back arched up, a cry leaving you as your legs bent at the knee and your hands wrapped into his hair. Your hips were rolling into his face, and he let out a low growl against your core, one large palm spreading out over your stomach as he forced your hips back down into the bed, holding you still as his pace picked up.

His fingers were slamming into you, brushing against that spot within you each time, and he scissored them, opening you up wide with a delicious burn, cries and please leaving you as your arousal gushed around your fingers.

“Holy shit, Stuart.”

“That’s right, moan for me, sweetheart. Soon you’ll be telling all of Italy who’s making you feel good.” He dove back in, growling and nibbling at your clit, the nub swollen with joy as your hips bucked under his hold, and his mouth moved down, slurping up the juices flowing out around his fingers as pornographically wet sounds filled the room. “You want to cum on my tongue? I bet you did, I can feel how you’re squeezing my fingers, such a good girl.”

“‘M close, Stu.”

“Come on, baby. Cum for me.” On his words, his fingers pulled out of you, tongue plunging into your core as his arms wrapped around your thighs, and a squeal left you, a sob following it as your body trembled and shook, your orgasm crashing over you and racing through your body, your body feeling as though it was floating on clouds. Your arousal gushed from you, and he sucked up every drop you released, moaning and grunting into your folds as he cleaned you up, never ceasing until you were pushing his head away.

He left wet kisses up your stomach, a mouth closing around one breast as he lapped at your tits, hot breath washing over your skin as he swirled his tongue around the taut peaks, before swapping to the other one, fingers still wet with your fluids as he twisted and tugged with his fingers, his name on your lips like prayers as he worked, before finally making his way back up to your lips.

Your taste was shared with you, still strong on his tongue as it pushed into your mouth to tangle with your own, his mouth slanting over yours, and he lifted one of your thighs up to rest on his hip, the tip dragging through your sodden folds. “You want me to go get a condom, or you?”

“No, I think we can go without.”

“Holy shit, okay.” He grinned, pecking your lips before he was placing hands on your hips, kneeling back and flipping you over, your cheek pressed to the sheets as you gasped, and he planted a firm smack to each side of your ass, your body jumping with each touch, your eyes sliding shut as you moaned.

Tugging you up, your ass was up in the air, chest and face pressed into the covers and he sunk into you smoothly, buried to the hilt within a second, and a scream tore from your lips, feeling filled up and stretched out in the most perfect way. You rocked your hips back into him, and his hands held your hips firm and locked, tutting under his breath, followed by a growl.

“Keep still, baby. Be good for me.” He gave you another quick set of spankings, and you whimpered, sounds muffled by the covers, before a hand took a fistful of your hair, pulling you up to prop you on shaky arms, his hips swivelling within you. “I need you to scream for me, to tell everyone around who’s making you feel good. Leave your mark in Milan, for me?”

He had pulled back as he spoke, and snapped into you as he finished his sentence, something between a scream and a moan sounding out, and you mumbled praises to him, encouraging him to repeat the actions as his hips snapped into yours once again. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, broken and stuttered sounds leaving you as he fucked into you from behind, your knees digging into the mattress as you rocked back into him.

Your skin slapped together, one of his hands on your hip and one of his hands wrapped in your hair, holding your head back so that your moans could bounce and echo around the room. You pushed yourself up further, his arm slipping around your waist as he took the hint and he pulled you back until you were kneeling on the edge of the bed, his feet still planted firmly on the floor as he kept his chest to your back.

“Kiss me, Stuart.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, your head tipping to the side as he leaned forward, slamming into you and tapping against your sweet spot as his lips met yours. Your tongues dragged together, wet muscles wrapping together in passionate embrace as you connected in the most intimate of ways. He was buried deep within you, a repetitive rhythm that was pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm that would blow your mind, and your body was rocking with every movement he made.

You gripped at his arm, nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you, mouths pressed together as you swallowed the sounds each other made, before he was moving his fingers down to your clit. Your body jerked the second the pad of his fingers brushed across it, and he pressed down, rubbing hard and fast circled into the bus as you gasped and cried out in bliss.

Your climax crashed over you, wave after wave of bliss, his pace never letting up as your eyes rolled back, your head resting on his shoulder as he grunted and growled into your ear, fucking you through your climax with a bruising pace. Your body spasmed, and he let you go, letting you fall back into the pillows with a bounce, legs twitching and jerking until he finally pulled out, and you let out a happy sound, laughing breathlessly and moaning as the aftermath raced through your body, still able to feel his bruising touch on you, the feel of him pounding into you.

You rolled onto your back, watching as Stuart knelt on the bed between your legs, a dopey smile on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. Reaching up, he plucked the glasses from his face, putting them down on the bedside table, a thin layer of sweat making his skin shine in the low light from the street and the stars that was flittering through the window. Leaning over you, his hands held him up on either side of your head, and you wrapped your weak arms around his neck, and he pressed a series of short kisses to your lips.

“I love you so much.” His nose bumped against yours as he spoke, and you let out a sound of satisfaction, pulling him back down into a longer kiss, his hips settling between yours. Parting your legs further, he had no struggle with slipping back into your sodden heat, joint moans leaving you both as he inched into you.

You could feel every throb of his cock, every inch and ridge within you both sliding together until he was seated snugly within your walls, filling you up and stretching you in ways that made you quake, as though he had been made for you. “I love you, too.”

“I may not last long.” His face buried in your neck, a hand lifting you thighs up until they crossed over his back, heels digging into his ass as he rocked his hips slowly, dragging together in slow movements as he fucked you with purpose, his mouth leaving sweet kisses along your skin as you tipped your head to the side to grant him further space.

“That’s okay. Fill me up, Stuart, give me everything you’ve got.”

He nodded, pushing himself up so he could rock his body into yours, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him back in with every thrust he made, and you rocked your hips up to meet him, kisses and mumbles of love shared between the two of you. Red streaks were left along his mole-spotted skin, your nails raking across his skin as he pleased you.

A third orgasm was building within you, your bodies sliding together as he dropped down until you were chest to chest, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed as you gasped. Your lips barely brushed, but it was enough to spark electricity within you each time, and with just a pout of the lips your mouths would be sealed together.

Hot breath washed over one another skins, quiet moans and desperate pleas slipping between the two of you, and with one final and deep thrust, his body stiffened, moans rising in pitch a few octaves, his voice cracking as he yelled out your name.

The feeling of hit cum spilling into you, shooting powerfully from his tip as he remained buried deep within you threw you into a final orgasm of your own, your back arching up as the two of you pressed together, sloppily rolling your bodies together as you rode out the pleasure, spikes of bliss still moving through your body leaving you both twitching, and he slumped down on top of you.

“That was absolutely incredible.” He breathed, and you giggled, a moan slipping from him as the action caused you to clench around him, and he pulled back, rolling himself off of you and pulling out as he collapsed beside you on the bed, an arm slung over his eyes.

“Birthday sex always is.” You mused, curling into his side and he dipped his head down to press multiple kisses along your forehead and hairline, smiling into your skin as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You lay there, letting your heart slow and your breathing relax, the man under you going placid as his breaths became steady, eyes closed and grip on you loosening. Twisting to look at him, his eyes were closed and his lips parted, snoozing quietly beside you. With a chuckle, you eased yourself up, making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up before pulling on the henley your boyfriend had discarded before dinner.

Possessions were scattered around the room shoppings bags and clothes, bags and chargers, and you knew that after the night's activities, your boyfriend would be sleeping in late. You had seen a sweet little café on the corner of the street your hotel was on, and you planned to take him for a final breakfast there on your way to the airport.

Folding up your clothes and beginning to pack into your suitcases, you pulled on a clean pair of panties as you went, kneeling on the floor beside both of your open cases, choosing to just pack everything into either case, no need to pack individually as you’d only end up unpacking together anyway. As you folded away the gifts, you got each of them out, folding the beautifully patterned paper bags to preserve them as you stashed your souvenirs away safely.

Your brows furrowed when you came to packing away the gifts he had bought for his friends, two neat little packets instead of one falling from the first bag you had purchased, all the way back in Rome. Each wrapped up in the signature blue tissue paper, one was flat and flexible as the charm bracelet should be.

The other was circular and solid, and you peeled back the tissue paper carefully, squeaking when you revealed the item held in your hands, your eyes wide and jaw dropped almost to the floor. Lifting the lid carefully, a little light lit up inside of the box, illuminating before your face as it shone down on a precious golden band, a beautiful gem sitting on the ring, a smaller one on either side to decorate it, and you felt bile rise in your throat from nervous excitement.

Closing it again, you wrapped it carefully and chose to place it back inside the bag with the other one, placing it discreetly into the suitcase, choosing to hide that you’d ever discovered the gift he’d secretly bought. The rest of the packing was haphazard, your mind spinning with possibilities, and when you were finally crawling into bed beside your boyfriend - soon to be fiancée, it seemed - he barely surfaced enough to roll over and snuggle you back into him.

A mumbled and barely audible ‘I love you’ slipped from his lips, and you pecked the tip of his nose, his lips curling up happily in the state he was rendered in, somewhere between asleep and awake. Glancing at the suitcases you had zipped up, locked, and propped by the door, your eyes sliding closed as you held the man you loved close, anticipating what was to come.

There was no rush, you knew it would come and so for now, you were happy to just breeze through everything at your own pace.

“Non vedo l'ora di sposarti, un giorno.” - “I can’t wait to marry you, one day.”

“Voi dimmi, quando sei nudo e urlando per me.” - “You tell me, when you’re naked and screaming for me.”

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panimation · 5 years

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Spellcaster is coming TONIGHT! Get prepared and dont forget to follow/turn on notifs for @writingsbychlo 's LTS3 on Dec 1st (correct me if im wrong)

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faithiegirl01 · 2 years

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Faithie’s Fic Finding Corner:

All fic finding posts are in order of first to last, meaning the most recent one will be at the bottom and my oldest one will be at the top.

You may give your opinions, but please keep them kind and nice.

If you reply to other comments please please please be kind to all.

If there is no link that means that is a planned post and it will come when I am ready to post it.

You can also private message me and ask me to make a post to look for fics you guys would like me to find. If you do just send a small summary of what it was about and I’ll post about it.

Owen Joyner/Alex brother fics?

Luke Patterson #1

Captain Americas #1

Zac Efron {Brothers Bestfriend?/Three Z’s}

Chris Evans clean fluff fics?

Good Comfort fics?

Stuart Twombly fic period fic?

Sonny Carisi, Jr. crappy tinder date?

Hanahaki Disease fics?

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