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tea-and-toblerones · 5 years

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Unison Chapter 13 - Better Love

Better Love- Steel Train

Hey, remember once upon a time when I used to write fan fics? Well, I finally finished the chapter.

Here’s Chapter 11 and Chapter 12 for a refresher and if your brand spankin new, or just want to reread the whole damn thing, here’s the master list.

Enjoy guys...sorry it took a forever and a year...

You would think sleep would overtake me quick and easy, with everything that had gone down. Yet here I laid, now wide awake, my mind racing. The fallout of tonight's events playing like a skipping disc, just bursts of memories. Drinking and laughing, dancing on the floor. The guys hands on my waist...wandering down...wandering down. I flung the heavy comforter off me, a small part of me wondering if it was the reason I was covered in sweat. Ed had grumbled a little as I eased out of bed. His face buried deeper in his pillow. His pillow. The thought had pulled me to a stop. My hand hovering over my doorknob, trying to think back to when I started lumping our stuff together. When I had started splitting stuff up into my stuff and his stuff. Which, seems innocent enough, but in this moment it seemed like a huge deal.

I shook my head. I'm making too much out of it. I pushed the door open, the little whiny creak caused him to flop over. I used to hate that creak. When Nate or someone crashed on my couch, they'd wake me up everytime they would come in to use the bathroom. I was so adamant about the door remaining open. Until Ben. A lot of things had changed after that. I can almost draw a line in my life. BB and AB. Before Ben and After Ben. Ben....fucking Ben....

I scooped up the discarded trash and dirty dishes, depositing them in their proper receptacles. I pulled down a pot and began to make tea. Something normal after such a hectic night. Choosing a night time blend over my normal lemon and ginger. I hovered over the steam, breathing in the sweet, flowery scent. I scooped up the cup, and headed out on the fire escape. I let my legs dangle off the edge as I stared off, letting my thoughts run rampant.

Tonight was a complete and utter shit show. I could shame starting to creep in as the shots wore off. I buried my hands in my face, like that would just wipe it away. It's true, I had been spending most of the night avoiding him. Hearing that he was an abusive stalker was quite a shock. Why hadn't he told me? That's important information to know going into a relationship. I pushed a sigh through my lips. I guess I'm just as guilty about withholding information from him as well. I felt the urge to go in, snag my shoes and go for a walk to clear my head. Deciding against it, I laid back with a huff, staring up at the sky trying to spot what few stars you could see in the city. The little voice in the back of my mind was telling me I jumped in too fast and I wasn't ready for all this yet.

I hadn't realised I fell asleep until I heard Ed's frantic voice above me. I slowly blinked my eyes open, his worried face coming into view. The sky was streaked gold and pink, casting him in an ethereal glow. I groaned as I sat up, taking his hand to help me up. Every muscle felt stiff as I moved. Ed sat down beside me, his arm coming around my waist. His free hand stroking my hair. I expected him to bombard me with questions, yet he remained silent. Finally I broke the silence.

"I'm sorry about last night. I should have just asked you about the allegations instead of distancing myself from you and seeing how you reacted. It was childish and if I hadn't been keeping my distance, that guy wouldn't have been able to do what he did."

His concerned expression morphed into one on anger. His brow had pulled down, his hand had froze in place.

"It doesn't matter what was going on, he never should have done it period. It's not your fault. It's his," He seemed to deflate a little bit, "I'm also sorry. I acted like a child too. I should have told you about those allegations. I just...it wasn't true and I didn't want you thinking I was something I wasn't."

"Hiding it makes it seem like there's more to it than that...but I can't be too mad. I haven't shared everything with you."

"Well, let's fix that. I'll tell you everything. Everything about Allison, the fallout and the reason I'm on this break. I owe you that," He stopped, "No, I owe you more, but that's a start."

"Well, let's make some breakfast and get comfy. We don't need to add uncomfortable due to hunger."

We pitched ideas for a fabulous breakfast spread, both drooling over potential delicacies we could be eating. After 15 minutes of saying you know what sounds good...this...we settled for the high quality, four star meal of toaster strudels, because let's face it. We wanted the food, but neither one of us had the energy to cook said spread. So we settled into the couch, still giggling over the attempt at stupid doodles that inevitably turned into a giant white puddle.

"Alright, I think I've procrastinated enough now..." He stated as he placed the plate down on the coffee table, "So I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you know next to nothing about me and Allison?"

"Erm...not next to nothing." I wiped the remaining frosting off my face, "I know nothing about Allison and you."

"Okay, then I'll just start from the beginning. Looking back I can see how stupid I was. How young and naive..." He shook his head, "I thought she was perfect, made specifically for me. I couldn't believe my luck. Well...she ended up being too good to be true."

"I know that feeling..." I muttered, then apologised about cutting him off. He waved his hand, taking a sip of water.

"I met her at the market. She took the last bag of crisps and we ended up chatting a bit before going our separate ways. Ended up running into her a couple days later at my favorite take away place. Made a joke about it being fate and traded numbers so we could plan our next meeting. Took her to an upscale joint and had a typical first date, talked about typical first date things, but she did seem more interested in my touring and career than my personal life. I didn't think much of it. Most people have questions and I don't mind telling some of my more wilder stories, which she really seemed to enjoy."

I listened to him, focusing on the way his lips moved, the way his eyes looked. I thought back, about how I had asked about the places he had visited. Places I had dreamt about visiting. He had told me about some of the parties he had went to, but those hadn't really interested me. I never really saw the appeal of giant parties.

"I just brushed it off as her just living vicariously through me. A lot of people like hearing those types of stories. She'd offhandedly mention how cool it would be to go to one and so, one night I decided to surprise her invited her along. I had expected her to be thrilled, it was all she talked about. Almost to the point of accusing me of being embarrassed of her. Instead, she got angry, saying I had to give her more than a day's notice because she had nothing nice enough to wear. No biggie I thought, so I took her shopping. Let her pick out some clothes, we had plenty of time before we had to be there. We went from store to store, and not to sound like the typical male but, I was getting both bored and frustrated. Every time I'd suggest something she'd get upset and accuse me of rushing her or wanting her to look bad. Finally, she had picked something out that was pretty pricey but at that point I didn't care, I was just ready to leave."

I watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. I could tell he was trying to get his story in order by the expression on his face. I sat in silence, my hand resting on his knee, in what I hoped he saw as comforting. He had just started but I could already tell she was no good. I know you're not supposed to make snap judgements of people but she really was coming off as a spoiled princess. It had me wondering what Ed had seen in her. He didn't strike me as the shallow type so it had to be more than a pretty face.

"When we finally made it to the party, after she had to go home and put on what she called evening makeup." He gave me a little side eye, the corner of his mouth curling up, "I had asked her what was wrong with the makeup she was wearing because she looked gorgeous." He made a face, "Because Ed," His voice high and mimicky, "This is for day, I need a bolder look for night." He did an imaginary hair flip with a scoff. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Seriously though, I'm glad you're lower maintenance than that. Not that you're a slob, but you have more of an effortless beauty, y'know."

"Hey Ed?"

"Yeah?"

"I get what you're saying, you can stop."

He chuckled, "Right, well, We get there finally and we go our separate ways. Which I was cool with. I don't like feeling like a chaperone. So, the night goes on, a lot of drinks have been poured, a lot of joints passed and she's nowhere to be found. After searching the entire house, I find her out by the pool, in just her skivvies, waving around a bottle of booze. I had called for a ride back home and gather up all her shit and get her in the car, all while she's whinging about wanting to stay and party more. She eventually just passes out, I let her sleep it off on my couch and we continue like nothing's happened. This goes on for a couple months. Rehearsals and sound checks during the day, shows in the evening, partying at night."

"The non stop touring was starting to catch up with me. I was getting tired, I was missing home, missing my family and friends. I still had a whole leg of the tour left and I didn't know how, or even if, I was going to make it through." He paused and a somber look passed over his face, "I should have ended it with her when she first offered me molly, but I was lonely and she seemed to be the one that understood me. 'It'll help you get through, baby. You won't feel as worn down. It'll be fun.' Honestly, it didn't take a lot of persuading on her part." He let out a wry chuckle, "She knew I had an addictive personality. She did her research and she did it well. She knew I'd get hooked easy. She knew I'd get hooked on the feeling, the rush, but slowing it stopped working and I would just be numb. So she switched to coke. Line after line. It was all I could think about for months. She made it where I relied on her. Made it where I needed her."

"Stu tried to intervene, but I blew him off. I blew a lot of people off because of her. I almost lost everything. I gave her whatever she wanted since she supplied what I mistaken as happiness. I bought her so much stuff. A house, car, clothes, shoes, purses. I was stupid. So fucking stupid."

I squeezed his knee, his hand coming over mine. "I've been through dark times before. Couch hopping, sleeping on bus benches. When I first moved to America, but I made it through. This was worse. I was always angry, I lashed out at everyone. Me and her always seemed to argue and after one huge fight, I told her to go back home to give each other space. I stopped partying, finally came to my senses and officially ended things with her. The withdrawals were awful. The body aches, the trembles, the night sweats. The physical stuff lasted a couple weeks, but the mental stuff..." He trailed off, " I wanted it for months. I wish I could say I kicked it completely but I switched to pain pills, I convinced myself that was better since my whole body hurt."

"Then the public backlash began. I had managed to stay under the radar the entire time but when she went back home, she began telling the press that I was stalking her. That I was sending her unwanted gifts to try sway her. That when she found out I was an addict I tried to buy her silence but giving a house and car, but she 'Couldn't be bought' and that caused me to become violent. She was raking in even more cash by trashing my name. The tabloids loved it. I went from Music Superstar, to deranged druggie singer. My tour was over and I honestly thought it was the end of the road for good. Of course, like all scandals, it blew over and it was on to the next story."

"I wish I could blame it all on her but it was my choice and I have to live with it. I fell for her act. She pegged me right off the bat and it was my choice to stick with her. She was after me for my money and her fifteen minutes. She broke me. She broke my trust and not to sound dramatic, but she broke my soul."

I just sat in silence, trying to process everything. I didn't know what to say, it was just... a lot. I could just stare at him, his head bowed a little, his gaze directed at the floor. My heart hurt for him. I wrap my arm around his shoulders and pull him toward me. I began stroking his hair and he collapsed into me.

"When's the last time you..." I trailed off timidly , not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.

"I had some pills the day we fought and I thought it was over," he said quietly. The remorse dripping from his voice.

"Ah..." I had a feeling but I still felt my heart sink down into my stomach.

"I'm sorry...it seems like I just keep hurting you..." His voice cracked. I could tell he was close to tears.

"I stand by what I said. I'll stay as long as you keep working on the underlying issues, but I won't put up with you popping pills."

"I'm done with that part of my life. I choose you. I want you in my life. You make it so much better and I don't want to do anything that could jeopardize that."

He pushed himself up and looked at me for the first time since he started talking. I half expected his eyes to be red and puffy because it had sounded like he had been crying. Yet, they were the brightest blue I had yet to see, with a gleam behind them that I hadn't seen. He pressed his lips against my temple.

"I just don't want you thinking I'm a magic cure, okay?"

"Of course you're not. I know it's going to be a lot of work. All relationships are, but you're worth the work Adi. I know there's gonna be hard times, but it's safe to say that the honeymoon phase is over. I'm willing to do the work and effort, the question is, are you?"

I am? He just dropped a lot of information on me that I still haven't processed. Just how bad was his usauge? Do I really want to know? I mean, that was the past right and we don't live in the past. I kinda feel like that's naive thinking. Of course it impacts the present and future. I did say I would stand by him but how far am I willing to go? Where's the line?

"Well...I do have concerns...I don't want to be responsible for your relapse if something would happen between us. That's a lot of pressure."

"It would be my choice if that was to happen. I know saying don't worry about it, isn't going to help. What I can say is, I'm getting to the root of the problem. I'm taking the steps help myself. I know things have went kinda fast and everything and that this break isn't going to last forever...but I just want that one special person that I can spend my life with. That enhances it. That makes my life better."

I just stare at him, causing his expression to turn sheepish.

"And you think that's me?" I barely whisper

"I think it could be you, yes."

"Wow..." I breathe.

"Sorry, too much?"

"Um...I guess I hadn't realised how much of a romantic you are and how much you thought about the future." I began picking at my nails, an old habit I had never been able to shake.

"You don't?"

"I think about the future, but...I guess I've been career oriented too long...I just been focused on that for so long..." The whole 'lumping our stuff together thoughts' crossed my mind again, "But...I could see us being together for a while..."

His face split into a grin, "We just had the where do you think we are in this relationship talk."

I nodded, "Yep, we did."

Ed blew a burst of air out of his lips, "Well, enough for all this seriousness. Let's go and do something fun."

I arch my eyebrow "You got something in mind?"

He smirked, holding out his hand, "Of course I got something in mind."

"Well, then after you." I said, taking his hand. A smile spreading across my face, pushing my fears to the back of my mind.

I could see a future with us, but will that last when he goes back on the road? How much is going to change then?

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becuzpurple · 5 years

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Chapter 25, pt. 3 - My Everything

Turns out that even though Tumblr ate my queued draft, it still posted at the right time - yay!

Also...trigger warning for brief mention of multiple pregnancy losses.

I hope you all enjoy!

(previously... ch. 25, pt. 2 - Bailey’s & Ice Cream)

It was nearly 11pm when I heard his soft knock at the front door. I took a breath to steady my nerves, then hurried over to let him in. Once the door was open and I saw him nothing else mattered, and we were at once in each other’s arms.

“I’m so sorry, Ed, I- .”

“ -shhhh. It’s ok.”

“No, I was awful...the things I said, and then I just left...?”

“It’s OK, you were upset and needed some time.”

I shook my head. How could he be so kind after what I did?

We stepped apart but I didn’t let his hand go, needing his touch as reassurance. He somehow knew and gave a squeeze as we moved into the living room.

“The kids are at my parents’ for the night.”

“Ok.”

We sat on the sofa, turned toward each other. He had a leg tucked under the other, as he often does. I kept a toss pillow on my lap, on which our hands were still clasped.

“I’ve made a mess of everything. Ed, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, I should’ve...I told you I’d be there for you when things get rough, but I didn’t do that, and I’m sorry.”

“I blindsided you,” I shook my head. “You have every right to be upset.”

“I didn’t come through for you, love. I won’t let that happen again, I promise.”

How do I even deserve him?

“You’re really too good to me.”

“Nooo,” he murmured, squeezing my hand. We shared a look before coming even closer together. I needed to touch him, to feel him - a physical sign of reassurance, I suppose, and it appeared that he did, too. I laid my head on his shoulder while he rested his free hand on my knee. We sat together like that, tentative and hopeful, until Ed finally broke the ice.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothingly low. “I…can I ask you something?” We both were hesitant to disturb our fragile peace, but things needed to be said.

I lifted my head and met his eyes, nodding.

“Do I...does being with me bring more stress to your life? Because that’s the last thing I wan -”

“ - no! You...you’ve brought happiness back to me. I feel loved, and I’m in love, and it’s...it’s so good. Ed, I’m really, really happy with you.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, studying me, so many questions evident in his eyes.

“That’s good...I feel that way, too. But, you’re so unhappy tonight, and I don’t understand why.”

“It’s...it’s all me. I think, well, remember when I told you about...my anxiety?”

“Yeah. I was wondering if that was it.”

I nodded. “It was...pretty bad today. When it gets like this I tend to hyper-focus on...something until it’s huge in my mind - like, way out of proportion. I don’t even realize it’s happening until it’s seriously out of control - like tonight. And then I panic and just...want to disappear, or want everything else to disappear, so that feeling will go away. I think that’s why I was like that, like telling you you’d be better off with someone else, and when I just...left. I was trying to make everything just go away. God, I’m so sorry, Ed.”

I covered my face with my hands, completely appalled at myself.

“I’m trying to understand...? You wanted me to go away? Like, how? Like breaking up? Is that why you said I should be with someone else?”

“I - I don’t really want that, I swear. I was panicking and saying anything to try and make that feeling - that fear - go away. It was my stupid brain being a bitch and I didn’t mean any of it. Please believe me.”

“I do, I believe you. I know you, and I...whatever that was, I knew it couldn’t be right. I promise I believe you.”

“OK,” I nodded. I felt like such a piece of shit.

But, love, what has you so upset?”

I took a breath while trying to sort out my thoughts. Ed remained the picture of patience with me.

“You...you’ve become very important to me. You’re my everything.”

He gave a hint of a smile, then, and very slightly nodded and squeezed my hand, still in his, showing me he knew exactly what I was feeling.

“I never thought I’d feel like this again.”

“But, you’re worrying about something.”

“I’m probably being irrational or paranoid or something, I don’t know. But, since Jason died...I’m really, really freaked out about losing anyone else who’s important to me...including you, now.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Kate.”

“But how do you know? Anything can happen, right? We could break up, or what if something...bad happens to one of us?”

He held my face in his hands, fingers splayed out and thumbs tenderly brushing my cheeks. “Sweetheart, you’ve been through something really horrible, and I can’t imagine how hard that must have been...and still is. I get why you have this fear, now. You’ve seen first-hand how tragedy is so...random.”

I nodded, glad he seemed to get it, but also pretty sure I was about to hear a counterargument.

He affectionately combed his fingers back though my hair a few times, and then rested his forearms over my shoulders so that we were face-to-face, quite close. “I don’t mean for this to come across as insensitive at all, but...we’re all gonna go someday. And knowing that, wouldn’t you rather live your best life than hold back?”

“What do you mean?”

“OK. Umm, do you ever regret marrying Jason?”

What? “No.”

“Of course not. The fact that he’s gone now doesn’t make you wish you’d never married him, right? You had a good life together...a beautiful family. And in the same vein, worrying about losing...me, or anyone you have a relationship with shouldn’t stop you from keeping that relationship. That would lead to a lot of hurt and regret, I think.”

He was right, and I knew that, logically. But a part of me was trying to protect myself from reliving the pain of the worst loss I’d ever experienced. I didn’t think I could endure something like that again, and I was really scared that once he was aware of my pregnancy issues, then it was only a matter of time before I’d be headed that way again.

Still, he needed to know.

“You’re right, and I do know that, but part of me is...pretty terrified.”

He shook his head, obviously trying and failing to understand. “Why?”

Taking his hands again, I mustered up the nerve to tell him. “Earlier tonight you said that you want it all...with me - a family, and children, and - ”

“ - Yeah, I...I shouldn’t have dropped that on you like that, both of us being so upset. I guess I was kinda panicking, too, though, and it just - ”

“ - it’s...no, I know - I know, it’s ok, I - I get it. But you...did you mean it?”

He took a breath through his nose, not breaking eye contact with me, and gave my hands a squeeze. “Yeah.”

I was so afraid he’d change his mind after hearing me out, yet my heart still swelled, because god knows, I wanted that, too. He smiled at me then, albeit a bit nervously, and how could I not smile back?

“I...I know I did it completely the wrong fucking way, and it’s probably too soon, too, but I - ”

“ - Ed. I’ve been thinking about those things, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I worried that it’s too soon, too, so I didn’t say anything. But, I probably should have, because it might have saved me from my damn anxiety-brain. But, no, instead, I just worried more, and then assumed things, and everything built up, and got worse, and...god, I feel so so stupid.”

“Kate.” He murmured, shaking his head. “Nothing about you is stupid - please stop saying that.”

“OK,” I nodded.

“Good. And this is good, though, yeah? We both want the same thing?”

“Yeah, but…”

“No, no ‘buts’...”

I took a steadying breath. “I’m sure my perspective is completely...fucked up, so I need you to tell me if it’s a real ‘but’ or not.”

He kind of half-heartedly huffed out a small, uncertain laugh. “Alright.”

I didn’t know how to start, and shook my head in frustration. “Sorry. OK, umm, yeah. So, you mentioned that one of the things you saw in our future was children...babies. Our babies.”

“Umm, yea…?” His eyebrows shot up then. I saw surprise, and then the question in his eyes.

“Ohhh, no. No honey, I’m...I’m not pregnant.”

“Ahhh, ok.” He made a small, self-conscious laugh. “When you said ‘babies’, and seemed kinda...nervous, I thought maybe…”

“I know, but...no. I’m sorry, no.” Damn. Am I sorry for inadvertently misleading him or for not being pregnant? Both? Jesus...

“What I’m trying to say - and doing a terrible job of it - is that...well, that’s something that might not be very easy for me - having more babies.”

He was quiet, his face etched with uncertainty.

“I haven’t told you any of this yet, but, I have a history of fertility...problems. We - Jason and I, we - you know, we wanted more kids. It’s weird, because I didn’t really have any trouble getting pregnant with the twins, so we assumed it would be just as easy as it was then.” I frowned, feeling that familiar heartache and frustration all over again.

“But, it wasn’t.”

“No. We tried on-and-off for...like, god, almost 6 years? I...well, I actually did get pregnant a few times, but I miscarried them pretty early on.”

“How...how many times?”

“Three.”

“Oh, god, love. I had no idea...I’m sorry.”

“Thanks...yeah. I needed a lot of help getting pregnant, but then, even when I did…” I shook my head. “We saw specialists, did all the testing…and they couldn’t find a reason for any of it. ‘Unexplained infertility’, ‘unexplained pregnancy loss’. I...well, so...I think you should know all of this before you make any big...life decisions.”

He brought his fingers to his mouth and started slowly shaking his head. “No, wait,” he murmured. “Are you...do you think I wouldn’t want to be with you because of this? Is this what...oh god, is this why you said I’d be better off with someone else?”

“I know how you feel about having a family, Ed, and now we’re...starting to see this as being a very permanent kind of relationship. What if I can’t have any more kids? I’d hate to do that to you.”

“Whoa, wait, hold on.” He shook his head adamantly. “How...that’s not doing anything to - fuck, love, you think...like I’d blame you?”

“I don’t know...I guess I’d blame me. I just know how important family is to you, and I wouldn’t ever want you to...miss out on that because of me? Or...change your mind about us down the road because of it?”

“No...how could...I’d never do that!”

“But you want kids.”

“Yeah...but I...Jesus...” He rubbed a hand through his beard, visibly disturbed. “I’m not with you for the purpose of having children. I - I love you and want us to spend our lives together, and that is not dependent upon whether we have babies or not.”

I started to reply - about to question him on how he’d feel if he never had any children, but he cut me off before I could begin.

“- wait.” He fervently waved his hands in order to stop me. “You’re only focusing on what you think I want. But, this isn’t just up to me, right? You - you get a pretty big say, considering that you’re half of us and it’s your uterus.”

Good points...

“For all I know, maybe you don’t want more kids. Maybe you feel like you’ve already been there, done that.”

“No,” I shook my head. “I don’t feel like that at all, I just don’t know if I ca-”

“- stop. Let’s not focus on the ‘maybes’ right now, OK? I want you - you’re the one. But what do you want, Kate?”

I closed my mouth then, realizing that I’d started to fall right back into listening to that unhealthy anxiety-monologue, focusing on the negative, and not on what was actually right in front of me.

“I’m sorry, I - ”

He shook his head slightly, watching me with a small smile. “Stop apologizing, you’re amazing. But tell me what you want.”

What I want. I knew, but I was still hesitant to say it without a qualifier - an excuse or a way out for him, just-in-case. Which I knew was ridiculous, since he’d already basically said he wanted the same thing. Finally, with a very nervous smile, I just said it.

“I want...you - I want us. And, if possible, I’d love to add...to us”.

There were a few beats of silence as we stared at each other, and then he let out a barely-audible breath - he’d been holding it. I’d been holding mine, too.

“Then we both want the same things.” He practically whispered it, and then we shared an OMFG-grin for a few seconds.

“This is...wow?”

“Kinda crazy, yeah?”

“Do you think it’s...is it too soon for all of this?”

“It’s kinda how we do things though, innit? Seems to work for us.”

“Yeah.”

Without warning I found myself wiping tears from my eyes.

��No, don’t cry, sweet girl.” He cupped my face in both hands again, gently brushing his thumbs across my wet cheeks. “I love you.” He pulled us together and kissed me so gently, almost reverently, on the mouth. When it ended I could see that he was pretty emotional, too.

“I love you,” I whispered back, and returned his soft kiss with one of my own.

He exhaled again, much more loudly this time, looking elated, relieved, overwhelmed, and exhausted all at the same time.

“It’s late. You probably have a lot to do before your flight tomorrow...er, today, I guess.”

“Oh! No, I forgot to tell you - I canceled it.”

“Your flight?”

“Yeah. After you left earlier I...well, I didn’t want to leave without fixing this.”

“Ohhh, hon, thank you. And I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing - this is where I belong right now.”

“OK.” I started fiddling with his hand in mine, sliding my fingers between his, lightly tracing each one with the tips of my own. “When do you go back?”

“Dunno, I didn’t reschedule it, yet. I figure we’ll work that out later.”

“But you have a lot going on at home, though…?”

“It’s fine, nothing was set in stone.” He captured my roaming fingers in both of his hands, brought them to his lips and peppered them with the sweetest, softest kisses.

With my other hand I tenderly combed through the copper curls at the back of his neck, eventually guiding those beautiful lips back to mine and whispered, “Stay tonight.”

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sippin-on-red-wine · 6 years

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Long Distance Lovers | A (Short) One-Shot

Ask and you shall receive, my lovies. Where my ‘Good Girls’ at???

The special ringtone you had set for Ed’s number only rang out in your pocket, lighting up a spark in your lungs.

He’d been gone less than a week, so you felt a little silly. You guys were used to this. It was part of the gig (literally). But when he was home, with you -- or when you flew out to meet him for a long weekend, boy did he ever make up for it.

You’d had a particularly long jaunt together this last time - nearly a month. Weeks and weeks of kissing, frisking, blowing, sucking, fucking - God, it was almost constant. You’d had to start snacking between meals to keep up with his vigorous sex appetite. But hey - no complaints.

And so when he’d left, this time, your body had to… adjust. You were so used to living in a CONSTANT state of arousal and now, it had been ripped away. The memory of his touch burned in your skin, your hand seeking his body out, even in your sleep. It had been a rough transition for you, though you knew it was worse for him, it always was. He was so hard on himself, no matter what you did to try to reassure him that this lifestyle could never keep you from loving him, waiting for him.

“Fuck,” you say aloud as you realize you haven’t pressed ‘Answer’ on your cell yet, your thumb scrambling to slide the little green tab over before times run out.

“Teddy?” you answer as you bring the phone up to your ear.

“Hi, peanut.” His voice melts you. Just three little syllables and you’re reduced to a puddle on your living room sofa. “I’ve just got back to my hotel room, are you sleepy?”

You look up at the clock on the mantel, it reads 9:08 P.M.

“No, baby, it’s only 9 here. What’s up? How was your day?”

“Yeah it was good, good… got a lot done… I’m just, missing you…” His voice grows small.

“What’s there to miss? I’m right here with you..” You try to keep things light. Ed’s been known to fall into dark places, fast. You don’t always do well at it, but you try to be strong for both of you.

“I know. I shouldn’t be the one complaining. Jus’ wanna feel you…”

You sigh. You want to feel him, too. The way your skin sings when he’s near.

“...Peanut?”

“Sorry, babe. Zoned out for a sec.”

“Wotcha thinkin’ about?” He asks. You picture him on the other side of the phone -- on the other side of the world, really. You imagine that he’s holed up in his hotel suite, kicking off his worn sneakers, maybe shrugging out of his jeans…

“You. Getting undressed in your hotel room.” You’re candid with him.

“Aren’t you a naughty little thing?” His tone is that of surprise, pleasant surprise as far as you surmise.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes, actually. What are you going to do about it?”

You grin, wickedly. It’s your favorite game, one you try to save for when you just can’t bear to be apart anymore.

“What do you want me to do about it, Teddy?”

“Are you wearing panties?” The boy sure doesn’t miss a beat.

“Yes….”

“Take them off for me, peanut.”

You feel your cheeks flush as you cradle the phone between your cheek & shoulder, shimmying your panties down and off. Of course Ed knew that you wouldn’t be wearing pants. You never did, if you could help it.

“Tell me… are you wet?” His voice is low and husky.

You bite your lip, a delicate fingertip dropping down to your sex.

“Yes, Teddy…”

“So soon? Good girl….”

You dip your fingers down, delicately teasing your own little wet hole, waiting for his direction before you really get started.

“You may slip one finger in, kitten -- but only one. And don’t you even think about touching your clit yet…”

“Uggghh,” you whine into the phone. “How will you know if I listen or not?”

“Cause I can hear you baby, I know exactly what that filthy little mouth of yours sounds like when your clit is being rubbed…”

Fuck.

“Okay, baby, I’ll be good.” And you slip your right-hand ring finger up into your entrance, tracing the outline of your hole, rimming yourself so slowly… “What about you, Teddy?”

“Are you asking if I’m hard for you, peanut?”

You swallow, nodding - as though he could see that through the phone.

“I am, baby. You make me this way. Why don’t you tell me about how that finger feels?”

You groan, reaching your finger in further, stroking your soft tissues as your knuckle drags around that sensitive spot, right inside your opening. “I’m soaked, Teddy, for you…”

“You may add another finger, baby, fill yourself up…”

You’re quick to react, thrusting your middle finger in, alongside your ring finger. It provides a little relief - you’re so used to Ed’s thick fingers, or better yet, his thick cock…

A little groan escapes your lips and you hear Ed chuckle on the other side of the phone. “That’s my girl… tell me, how does it feel?”

Your wetness is building rapidly, letting your fingers glide in and out with ease. You add a curl to your fingertips, stroking upward in that delicious place, just like Teddy does to you.

“It’s… fuck, so good…” you whimper.

“Li’l faster now…” he goads.

“Me, or you?” You ask, your fingers rocking in & out of your body in a slow, but steady rhythm.

“Both, baby…”

“Tell me about it.” You command, lightly.

“Mmm.. I’ve got my cock in my hand, sooo stiff, been hard all day remembering the last morning before I left… the way you looked with your pouty lips wrapped around it, your hair so tangled and mussed from the night before, still…”

Oh holy fuck.

“Can I…..?”

“Can you what, doll?”

“My clit…”

“...so dirty, my gorgeous girl, you wan’ rub that pretty little clit?”

“Yes,” you breathe into the phone.

He’s dead silent for a moment, and you swear you can hear him stroking that perfect pink cock through the speaker.

“Okay… but start slow for me.”

You do as he instructs, pulling your fingers out of your hole and dragging them up your slit, gingerly, until they land on your clit. You start out in torturous slow circles, tracing a path all around that sensitive little nub. You can’t help but groan out loud and damnit, because he was right.

“Told you, kitten…” he teases on the phone, and you can’t help but roll your eyes a bit. “Are your nipples hard for me, too, baby?”

You steal a quick glance down at your chest, covered loosely in one of Ed’s old t-shirts. Sure enough, the little peaks are standing at full attention beneath the soft cotton.

“Uh-huh,” you reply back, quickly resuming your lipbite as you concentrate on not rubbing yourself any faster, even though you’re fucking dying to…

“You’re going slow for me, right?”

“Yes, Teddy.”

“Do you even know how much you turn me on, love? Do you know how often I touch myself, holding onto an image of you riding the hell out of my cock, jus’ fuckin’ screaming until you completely come apart for me?”

You’re whimpering into the phone, unable to even form words.

“...sound so fucken sexy right now, baby, rub that clit a little faster for me -”

“Mmmm, thank you..” and you do pick up the pace, the vivid image of Ed alone in a hotel room, halfway across the world, his naked body pressed between crisp white linens, those deft fingers gripping his erection as he thinks of you.

You’re panting, Ed’s quiet on his line with just faint sounds of him jerking his cock filtering through your phone speaker.

“Christ -- baby,” he sputters.

“Yeah?” you mewl.

“I want to come with you, peanut. Can you do that for me?”

You can’t even form words, but you let a loud whine tumble from your lips as you furiously rub at your clit, bucking your hips up toward your own hand. “Close!” you manage to squeak out.

“I’m ‘bout to cum, baby, jus’ for you …” his breath running ragged.

And that’s it, it’s all over, the brief image of him gripping his cock as thick ropes of his sticky seed spurt forward onto his sweet belly has you FALLING, BURNING UP, and you hold that sweet pressure to your clit as it throbs, and your tummy quivers, and you cry out into the phone, “Teddy!” because it’s all you can muster, and it’s all you want to say, anyway - your body conditioned to screaming out for him in this most vulnerable moment when you’re seeing stars and your blood boils and your toes curl…

You both lie there for a minute, chests heaving, cradling the phone to your face as if it might give you a semblance of the same comfort that having him here would, had you just come apart under each other’s touch, instead of your own…

“Love you, baby.”

“I love you, Teddy.”

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tracklist-fic · 6 years

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Chapter Three TEASER

I know it's been a bit... Whoops but never fear we haven't forgotten about this fic! Here's a taste of what you're in for...

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Jac's POV

I could see Dylan, his finger stabbing at the air in front of Robby. His face twisted with rage, his meticulously groomed hair was a disheveled mess from where he had ran his hand through it repeatedly. The veins in his neck and forehead were bulging as his face grew steadily redder. Robby had just stood there, his arms across his chest as he steadily got berated. It wasn't until Dylan went to make a step toward us did he finally move, his hand pressing against his chest. His other hand pointing to the door probably telling him if he didn't start moving that way, he'd be happy to assist him. I saw him lean around Robby’s large frame, staring directly at me, a sneer on his face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I could see the spit flying from his mouth as Robby held him back, “You went running to Rob? You two faced backstabbing bitch! Acting like you run the whole fucking bar. You think you're hot shit, don't you, having just a little bit of power.” He let out a dark chuckle, "Bitch you ain't shit. Nothing but drink pouring whore working for tips."

I heard Ed’s stool clatter to the ground as he flew up. My eyes left Dylan focusing on him now. There was something frightening about the calmness in his expression. His eyes had zeroed in on Dylan, an angry fierceness in them that I had never expected to see in those eyes. He reached out, picking his mug up off the bar, draining what was left in it. I breathed a sigh of relief when he placed it back on the bar. Everything seemed measured and thought out, strongly reminding me of the calm before the storm.

“I suggest you do what the man says mate.” his voice was calm, too calm for my liking. “Wouldn't want to cause a scene in front of the lady.”

Dylan focus shifted from me to Ed. His eyes narrowed, his lips turning up to a sneer. “Oh, you suggest I-? How bout you sit down and mind your own business carrot top.”

I heard Ed chuckle darkly, his head dropping down. The hat he was wearing shielded most of his face from my view. I could only see the bottom half of his face, which was wearing a dangerous looking grin. I could see him flexing his fingers, his head moving side to side, his shoulders squaring. He was preparing himself for a brawl. Suddenly I wasn't worried about him getting his ass handed to him. I was worried about what lurked just below the surface. Every part of me was screaming to keep him from unleashing that anger that was swirling just below the surface.

“Oh, when you start threatening innocent women it becomes my problem.” His voice still smooth but cold. This was him giving a warning. I didn't want to see what would happen if his warning wasn't heeded. Robby had began to herd him towards the door, sensing the tension that had steadily been building since Ed rose up.

“I can assure you, she’s far from innocent. She wasn't complaining when my tongue was buried in her cunt two days ago.” He was wearing a sickening grin on his face as the bar fell completely silent. I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear forever. I couldn't bare to look at Ed, my eyes focusing on the floor. My career was ending before it even began. “She used my feelings for her to get what she wanted, tossed me aside and then cried victim.” I could hear a twinge of pain in his voice and I prayed that Ed wouldn't fall for his victim act. "I just wanted you back Jac, I didn't deserve to get used." His voice cracked, a nice touch, that'll definitely sell the bit.

“I don’t care what she's done, it doesn't warrant your behavior towards her.” His voice has lost some of its edge, making me feel even worse. "You've been asked to leave. A decent person would have done so by now, not make a scene like a child."

“Come on man, time to go.” Robby said softly, “Take a couple days to cool off.”

I looked up to see Dylan turn on his heel and walk back out the door without another word, obviously satisfied at the scene he caused. I finally looked at Ed, his head was still tilted down so I couldn't see his face but I had a pretty good idea what it looked like. I go to reach out and grab his arm but he had turned away from me.

“Ed, listen…”

I didn't know how to finish that sentence. I only agreed because I was drunk and vulnerable? That was a lie. Dylan had told a half truth there. Feeling we're exploited, he knew deep down I still cared and he used it to his advantage. We were using each other. Funny how he left that little part of the narrative out of his little monologue. Of course that tarnished the victim character he played oh so well.

He had began fishing around in his pocket, his face still shielded from my view. I could only imagine what thoughts were going through his head right now. I could hear his keys jingling in his pocket, bringing the fact that he had rented me a car to the front of my mind. I guess I wasn't feeling guilty enough about everything, why not add some more to the pile. He finally withdrew his hand, clutching a wad of bills that he dropped on the bar without sparing me a glance.

“See you tomorrow Jac.” His voice completely flat and emotionless before he turned and left me standing alone at the bar. He still hadn't looked me in the eye. Not that I blamed him.

To be continued...

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weareedsobfg · 7 years

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FLUTTERS: A Mature Ed Sheeran Fanfic Request *REPOST*

Authors Note: I’ve been debating whether or not to repost my Ed Fics for all the new followers I’ve/we’ve been lucky enough to accumulate, so, HERE WE GO! I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk, so hopefully getting my stories back out there will help jumpstart the creative juices! I’ll post over the next few nights, so as not to inundate anyone’s timeline! This one is probably the one I love the most! <3 Any and all feedback/reblogs/etc would be amazing! Love you guys!

FLUTTERS: NC-17 for SexyTimes

“Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, it’s bobsled time! COOL RUNNINGS!”

You cannot help but crack up at the childish enthusiasm that just spills out of your boyfriend every time his favourite movie comes on. The way his clear blue eyes crinkle when he smiles and laughs, and the way that he knows EVERY word of this movie and quotes it verbatim, it’s endearing, really, never mind completely adorable. He takes such pleasure in the simple things.

It’s a dreary, cloudy day, pissing down freezing rain, and the two of you have decided that PJ’s, blankets, movies and your comfy overstuffed couch are your only goals for the day. He’s sprawled back, laying kind of sideways against the cushions at one end of the couch, while you’re sprawled against a pillow at the other end, semi facing him, your legs battling for dominancy of the couch.

You feel a toe poke you in the calf, and you look over to see one invisible eyebrow raised, staring at you with mock indignation. “You laughing at me, woman??” he says with a grin. “A classic film such as this deserves reverence! Respect!”

“The movie? Maybe. Your Jamaican accent?” You poke him back with determination. “Not even!”

His mouth drops and he grabs his chest, feigning betray and horror. “You cut DEEP, love! My accents are renowned, I’ll have you know!” He moves suddenly, swooping over you and pinning you to the cushions with his body, and mercilessly digging his fingers into your ribs, tickling you until you beg for mercy. “EDWARD. I swear to GOD, ED STOPPP!!”

You’ve got tears streaming down your cheeks as you shriek with laughter, and finally he lets up, pure satisfaction on his face as he lifts his hands in victory. You take this handy opportunity to spring up and knock him backwards, straddling his hips and finding his sweet, soft belly in order to launch your own counterattack. His eyes widen as he realizes your intent and his body twists sideways in order to evade your fingertips. His unbridled, joyful giggles may be the best thing ever in all of life, as far as you’re concerned, you cannot get enough of them, and they are completely uncontrolled right now. Your fingers find their target and he’s yelping, offering full surrender as your fingers find their target.

By the end the both of you are gasping for breath, tears in your eyes from laughing. He’s looking at you, that look that is so tender and so special, the one that’s reserved only for you. You smile, almost shyly, and bite your lip. His hand reaches for your face, cupping your chin, and as he pulls himself up to a semi-sitting position, he so softly brushes your lips with his. That familiar butterfly flutters in your belly, and your hands find his beard, fingers running through the soft copper scruff, pulling his face to yours, deepening the kiss. His tongue gently parts your lips, seeking to taste you, and his hand is gently running through your hair. The pads of his thumb skates along the contour of your cheekbone, your jawline, your neck, tracing every inch of your face. Your hands find their way to his silky fiery-red hair, copper locks always in a disarray, and your fingers wind your way into it, loving the way he hums with contentment as your hands work their magic on his scalp.

He moans as his mouth covers yours, deepening the kiss again, and suddenly, you can feel HIM, pressing against your thigh, as he holds you close. You blush as he shifts, feeling it against you, and feeling you stutter, he pulls back just a bit.

You love Ed. Intensely, deeply, and with no hesitation. There were some things though that you hadn’t yet shared. 20 years old, you had grown up in loving, supportive household, but also a traditional one. You had grown up with plenty of love and affection, in a very hands-on household, with very traditional values. Sex was not something you had ever taken lightly. Growing up, you were taught that sex was something to be valued and cherished, a gift to be given to the right man, in love and trust. Not some token to be spent whenever with whoever. You had always taken that to heart, wanting to save such a special experience for the right person. Up until your relationship with Ed, your love life had consisted of a string of cheaters and fuck boys, so there had never really been any temptation. Marriage-Only wasn’t necessarily something you were committed to, but being sure of the right person was.

You and Ed had been together for just under a year, meeting at an industry event. You worked as an event co-ordinator for a major company in your city, and your boss had introduced you that night. You had been so charmed right off the bat, he was just as sweet, humble, kind and funny behind the scenes as his he was in front of the camera and on stage. You’d talked for several hours that first weekend, and nothing had shocked you more when he continued to text you, and your relationship had bloomed. The distance thing wasn’t always easy, but he made every second spent apart completely worth it. Ed wasn’t one for grand, extravagant gestures, he tended to keep it simple, but so pure. So thoughtful. Little things. He knew exactly how you liked your coffee, and when you needed that pick-me-up the most, and would have it waiting for you without a word. After a shit day, he knew your sweet tooth would make chocolate a MUST, and your favourite candy bar would be waiting for you in the fridge (Because Reese Peanut Butter Cups MUST be eaten cold) when you got home. You were weirdly OCD about waking up to a clean kitchen, and he would, without a word, do the dishes and wipe the countertops after dinner while you dozed on the couch. He knew the correct laundry detergent and which pants not to throw in the dryer, how to brush you hair after a shower, and that Jimmy Fallon or Ricky Gervais were the best way to make you laugh. He knew which toilet paper to buy, the exact red wine that capped off your Friday evenings, and not to EVER play Justin Beiber in your house. He even put the seat down from DAY ONE. Until him you had no idea this kind of man even actually existed.

He was kind and thoughtful and cuddly and sweet and funny and gentle and sexy…really you could go on and on. He was a touch-feely kinda dude, loved to wrap himself around you from behind, play with your hair, and cuddle up for days. You LOVED that, he had a way of making you feel so loved and important and valued. It wasn’t something you were really used to. And making out with Ed? It was delicious…his lips, they were so soft, so full, and the way they felt on your skin…The way he’d cup your face, the way his hands would leave trails of lightning over every bit of skin they touched. It wasn’t as though he’d never touched you, his permanently calloused fingertips had the ability to light fires under your skin, and those moments when his hands were cupping and kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples, gently stroking your thighs or squeezing your ass cheeks…they’d almost swayed you a few times. He knew your feelings concerning sex, and never once, in the entire time you two had known each other, had he EVER pushed you or your boundaries. He knew without question that it was your decision, and that when the time was right, well…it’d be right. You hadn’t gone far beyond making out, mainly because in your mind, it felt as though it wasn’t fair to Ed, and you knew it would likely sway you to other things. You wanted to be sure before travelling down that path, and torturing the poor boy didn’t much seem very nice either. It was pretty obvious a few times that he was decidedly less than comfortable when you’d pulled back before things went too far, but his only reaction ever was to breathe deep, adjust himself and pull you close for a cuddle. Never once had he made you feel guilty about your choices, and to you, it made him perfect.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you see his cheeks dimple as he pulls back, noticing your blush. “I love that color in your cheeks, love…” he says with a grin. “Soz if he made you uncomfortable…I keep telling him to behave, doesn’t always work though.” He sits you both up, tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you gently, while attempting to rearrange himself into a less…confining…position.

“Not trying to make “him” uncomfortable…” you laugh, still blushing. “It’s not like you don’t illicit the same reaction, sir.”

“You’re so beautiful”, he says softly, gazing at you with an intensity that takes your breath away. “And sexy. And you can cook. And you’re funny. And smart as shit. And you always SMELL amazing.” He pauses and scrunches his face up in that way that is so freaking adorable. “How do women do that??”

Inwardly your insides are a melted, messy pool of feels, but you’ve never been one to gush or wear your heart on your sleeve. “Multitasking is our “thing…” you drawl with a straight face. “Being that men can’t even pee and aim at the same time, we’ve got that particular area sewn up, I think.” You crack a grin and giggle at the truly affronted look on his face at the pee-and-aim statement and you drop a quick kiss on his nose before you scramble off him, knowing you might be in trouble for that one.

“I always put the seat down!” he says quite indignantly, chasing after you into the kitchen. “I’ve been trained well! It’s not our fault that the male anatomy acts like a fire hose sometimes…”

“EW. That’s a lovely image, Teddy, thanks for that.” You’re cracking up at the imagery that description has put in your head, but you’re beginning to think he needs to NOT be using your bathroom any longer, if that’s what’s happening. Jeez.

He catches up to you and lifts you up on the counter, hands flat against the underside of your bum, and softly places butterfly kisses all the way up your jawline to your ear, where he stops and nibbles just for a moment. Oh my…the tingles and flutters and lightning strikes taking over your body….it’s amazing what he makes you feel with the slightest touch.

He leaves a soft, slow, lingering kiss on your lips, and then pulls back, a content expression on his face, as takes a deep breath. “The things you do to me, woman” he chuckles softly.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Teddy…” you whisper, gently brushing the silky copper curls from his forehead. Your foreheads touch, and he gently rubs his nose against yours, once, and then again.

The first time he’d uttered the words “I love you” it had turned your world upside down, in the very BEST way. He’d flown in to spend a night with you, a much needed visit, and being jetlagged and exhausted, he’d pretty much collapsed on you and your couch when he’d arrived. Knowing all he’d have had to eat was airplane food, you’d made sure to have his very favourite pizza in the world waiting for him when he arrived, and after he’d fairly GORGED himself on the Calabrese deliciousness, he’d dragged you to the couch, and pulled you into the Little Spoon position and buried his face in your hair. You pulled your favourite blanket over the both of you, so content to just be encircled in his arms, and just when you thought he was asleep, you heard soft words muttered in your ear. “God, I love you…Never go away from me…” Your stomach had dissolved into butterflies and you heart had nearly exploded. It was the first time anyone had ever said those words without wanting something in return, the first time those words had ever meant anything to you. By the time those words had registered, the boy had completely conked out, and didn’t hear you say them right back. It was the first time that you’d ever believed in those words enough to use them, and there was no doubt how deeply you believed them. Since that night, those words had been uttered many times, but the habit you two had developed, the “thing” that said I love you without words, was the Eskimo kiss. It was such a tender, gentle, loving gesture, and one that always spoke volumes when there were no words.

He kisses your cheek, and turns around, stretching his arms out, and surveys the state of the kitchen. There are pizza boxes still stacked up the counter leftover from lunch, and your plates are in the sink. You hop down from the counter and head for the sink while Ed grabs up the pizza boxes and takes them out to the trash. Kitchen clean, you turn around and see your favourite Ginger pawing through your fridge.

“Is there EVER a time you’re not hungry?” you ask him, laughing. “Practically a whole pizza at lunch wasn’t enough?”

“I’m a growing boy!” he protests, “Without enough food, I’d waste away, innit??”

He slams the door of the fridge, and grabs his hoodie from the chair, sliding it over his head. “We need oreos, I reckon!” he says with authority. “Double stuf, if possible. Gonna run to the store, love, a snack run is in the offing! Want anything?”

“All I need is right in front of me.” You smile softly and drop a kiss on his forehead. “Go ahead, I’ll find us a movie for when you get back.”

His hand brushes my cheek, and I feel his nose brush mine. “Dunno how I got so lucky…?” he mumbles, a content smile spreading across his face. You grin and push him towards the door, knowing the faster he goes, the faster he’ll be back.

Once the door shuts behind him, you let your fingers wander to your mouth, unconsciously tracing where his lips have left their mark. You loved him. So much. And suddenly, as clear as day, you knew how you wanted to spend the rest of this dreary afternoon. You’d never felt so loved before, so cherished. The desire to share yourself, all of yourself, with this man you loved so deeply, had been building for some time, and you were ready. Scared slightly shitless, perhaps, but there was no one you wanted to share this experience with more.

The thrill of anticipation zinged in your bloodstream, and you decided you had better do some inventory before Ed got back. Taking the stairs 2 at a time you ran upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom. Luckily, you’d thoroughly showered that morning, including all necessary manner of shaving and exfoliation. You didn’t quite know what to do with yourself, the nerves you felt were literally causing your hands to shake. You decided fresh breath was a priority, and scrubbed your teeth within an inch of your life, and then dug through the bathroom cabinet till you found your hairbrush, and pulling the elastic from your hair and releasing the topknot, you brushed your long hair till it fell in loose waves over your shoulders. You pulled your ratty old PJ shirt over your head, and with a deep exhale, you examined yourself in the mirror. You were certainly on the curvier side, you’d inherited your mama’s birthing hips, but you’d always kind of liked your hourglass figure. There were actually times you’d thought to yourself that smaller tits would be a blessing, but oh well. All in all, there were some areas of your body you wish were a little more toned, a little flatter, but Ed was always one to tell you how much he loved every inch of you, and loved the fact that you could EAT. You knew he’d appreciate every inch of you no matter what. The thought of that “appreciation” sent a shiver of anticipation and nerves up your spine, and with a little skip in your step you hurry off to the bedroom.

You’re now faced with figuring out what you should (or shouldn’t?) wear. You try on a sexy lace bra and thong, but TOO sexy, too obvious. Just take it all off and lay there?? No chance, you were WAY too nervous to put yourself out there like that. Finally, you settle on a pair of teeny, turquoise soft boy shorts that showed off your legs (minus your panties), and a stretchy, sexy lace cami with spaghetti straps that showed off your cleavage and midriff. You’re awkwardly trying to decide how to position yourself on the bed when something VITALLY important crosses your mind, and you hop back up. You hadn’t exactly planned this in advance, and so you weren’t currently on the Pill or the shot, and there was NO chance this experience was happening without being safe. Ed had always been honest about his history, he’s by no means a virgin, but no manwhore either. He also had always been strict about being safe, and not taking risks, which was reassuring. You notice his backpack in the corner of the room, and you figure it’s worth a quick check. SURE ENOUGH, in the bottom of the side pocket, there’s a packet of condoms. The Sheeran motto apparently was “Always Be Prepared”. You shake your head, laughing nervously, and thank the Gods that that small box was unopened, or he’d have some QUESTIONS to answer.

You grab the box and toss them in your nightstand drawer, and as you begin to contemplate what to do with yourself next, you hear the door slam down downstairs. The sound of the door alone has your heartrate revving like an engine, and the hairs on your arm and neck prickle. You KNOW you want this, you KNOW you’re ready…it’s expressing that to him.

“Love??” you hear that cheery, sexy, British accent echo from downstairs, and you quickly smooth your hair down one last time, and lay on the bed, tummy down, facing the door.

“Upstairs, babe!” you call out, in a tone slightly higher than it probably should be. Your heart is literally in your throat, and you’re not sure whether to giggle, or hyperventilate, or faint. Maybe all three?

You can hear him coming up the stairs, calling your name like a question, trying to figure out where you are. “Just in the bedroom!” you call, crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting your weight to and fro, and trying to figure out where to put your arm. He pushes the door open and pops his head ‘round the doorjamb, and his face lights up when he sees you.

“…We playing hide ‘n’ seek this afternoon?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye. “Cuz that wasn’t much of a look? Try under the bed next time!” He come fully into the room and sees you’re laying on the bed, and immediately kicks his sneakers off, and launches himself onto the bed next to you. He buries his face against the soft curve of your lower back, and nuzzles at the soft skin there. It feels as though he’s trying to breathe you in, and it’s intoxicating. You can’t help but let out a little sigh of pleasure at the touch of his scratchy cheeks against your skin.

You slowly turn yourself over and gaze him, taking in his beautiful big blue eyes, his tangle of silky orange curls and the way his perfect lips are curved into that little boy smile. It’s ridiculous how PRETTY he is, and you just can’t get enough. You thread your fingers into his beard, and tug him towards you, kissing him softly; his top lip, his bottom lip, and both, trying to put everything you’re feeling into that kiss.

“Mmmmm” he hums contentedly. “I love your lips. More please.” He pulls you in and presses his lips to yours once more, deepening the kiss, winding his hands into your hair to pull you as close to him as you can, tasting every bit of you. His lips linger, drawing his kisses out to the point where your breath is gone but you don’t care. He tastes so good, those exquisitely soft, perfectly pink lips the perfect fit to yours, his hands so strong and gentle at the same time.

The length of his body is pressed up against yours, and wrapped up in the intensity of this kiss you’re pushing your body against his, twining your leg with his fuzzy one, and you can feel peaks of electricity in your blood, like your whole body is on edge. It’s not long before you can feel his reaction, it’s hard against your thigh, and suddenly he’s breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath. His cheeks are pink, and he speaks before you can utter a word.

“Damn, he’s at it again….Sorry, love, we men need an off-switch apparently.” He laughs nervously and pushes his hands through his hair. “Did you pick a movie…? We can-“. You take a deep breath and cut him off before he can get another word out.

“Teddy…” you whisper softly, “I don’t want to watch a movie.” You brush your fingers through the long strands on his forehead, and gaze up at him, trying to convey your message without words. You could literally lose yourself in those sea-blue eyes. He raises an almost non-existent eyebrow and says “Whaddya want to do then? Kind of a crappy afternoon to go anywhere, innit…?”

You stop yourself from giggling, but only just. Why are boys so DENSE sometimes? You take another deep breath, lock eyes with him and cup his cheek. You kiss him softly, and then trace his lips with your fingertips. “No…I don’t want to go out either. I want to stay right here. With you.” You take in every last molecule of oxygen you possibly can, steel yourself, and pull yourself to a halfway sitting position. “I want YOU, Teddy. All of you.” And you exhale, watching for his reaction, your lip between your teeth.

His eyes widen, suddenly realizing what you’re trying to tell him. “Babe…I know I got a bit carried away just then, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. I love you, and you have my word I’m not in a rush…”

He’s looking at you, such tenderness in his eyes, and an uncertainty that’s so endearing you find yourself falling all over again. Your heart is simply racing, your blood pulsing through your body as you pull yourself upright and gaze into his eyes, wanting so badly to convey what you’d been dying to tell him. Lacing your fingers with his, you press a soft kiss to his warm fingertips and press both of your intertwined hands to your chest, to your heart that was hammering at the expression on his face, and tried to put everything you were feeling into the shaky words that spilled from your lips. You wanted, NEEDED, him to know just how much you wanted this with him.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Teddy. I love you. So much. I always knew that the first time I had sex, I didn’t want it to be slam-bam high school thing. I didn’t want to “lose it” just to say I’d done it. I wanted it to be with someone that wanted to actually make love to me, not just get laid. I wanted to be sure I was in love and that he was in love with me. And I am. You know me better than anyone, and every little thing you do shows me how much you love me. You’ve never once expected a thing in return, never pressured me, and that makes me want you. It makes me sure that you’re who I’ve been waiting for.” You take a breath, feeling the warmth in your cheeks and look into his eyes, awaiting his response.

The look on his face…it was something you would tuck away and keep with you for as long as you lived. There was such love and devotion in his eyes, and when he spoke, you could hear the emotion. “You’ve no idea just how much I’ve fallen in love with you. I never wanted to push you for anything, because the thought of pushing you away scares the shit out of me. Just holding you, it makes me feel like I have the whole world, I don’t need anything else.” He takes a shaky breath and continues. “I know how long you’ve waited for this…I mean…I- I just want you to be sure.” He’s looking at you, biting his lip and playing with the edge of his hoodie.

You find that all of a sudden, your nerves have died down, and you know without a single doubt, that you’ve made the right decision. You want this so badly, and more importantly, you want HIM. You tip his chin up and catching his gaze, you touch your nose to his, once, and then again. The biggest smile you’ve ever seen spreads across his whole face.

“We’ll take it slow, I promise…” he whispers, cupping your face. “If you want me to stop, you’ve just got to say it.” He gently lowers you back onto the bed, making sure you’ve got a pillow under your head, and slowly, oh so slowly, he lowers his head and begins to place the softest kisses all along your jawline, and your neck, and even your collarbone. You let your eyes drift shut, enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue worshipping you, leaving what feels like a trail of fire on every bit of skin he touches. He drops one last kiss at the tops of your breasts and looks up at you, wanting to make sure it was okay to move on. You’re not sure you can even speak coherently anymore, so you arch your chest up and breathe deeply, smiling at him and nodding. He climbs over top of you, and you part your legs so he can settle in, wanting every part of him to be as close to you as possible. He shakes his, almost imperceptibly, like he can’t believe this is happening, and lowers himself, supporting his weight with one arm, and he takes a moment just to look into your eyes and gaze at you.

“I want to make you feel amazing…trust me?” he says softly, looking at you for permission.

“Without a doubt.” You say softly. You tangle your fingers in his hair and tilt your face to catch his lips, the need to feel them, to taste them, overwhelming you. Your tongue gently parts his lips, sliding into his mouth, desperate to taste him. His tongue tangles with yours, his breathing shallow, and it’s like he CANNOT get enough of you. It is so sexy. He breaks away from you, and biting his lip he smiles slow and sexy. His fingers trail down your cheek, traces your jawline and run down your shoulder and neck. One hand splays on your bared midriff, and the other catches the hem of your cami, slowly easing it up your body. You bite your lip, knowing what he wants, and you arch your body so he can pull it off of you. You lay back against the pillows, and notice that he’s just looking at you, drinking you in. He has the sweetest smile on his face, and when he notices you fidgeting, looking a bit…self-conscious, he shakes his head and tips your head up to meet his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful. Every single inch of you. I could just sit here and look at you for hours. How did I get so goddamn lucky…”

You blush, and he kisses your cheek softly. He moves himself down the bed, and looks at you with a twinkle in his eye, a small grin playing at his features. He begins at your collarbones, and begins leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses, soft lips followed by his sexy tongue, from one side to the other, and then traces a path down between your breasts. He plumps one up with his hand, and your breath stutters as his lips find your nipple. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, alternating between gentle tugs and flicks. While his mouth lavishes one nipple, his other hand is gently squeezing and massaging your other breast. The sensations coursing through your body have you practically panting, your body writhing as he teases you. It’s as though there’s an electric wire straight from your breasts right to your groin, what he’s doing feels SO good and you want more, MORE.

“Ed…God…” you moan, arching your body, trying to press your body into him as much as you possibly can. He’s switching between your nipples; sucking, tugging, nibbling, and it’s driving you to madness. “More?” he asks softly, looking up at you, wanting to be sure.

“Yes….please….” your body is moving of its own accord, needing…what you weren’t sure, but so much more. He pulls away from your breasts, and begins kissing his way back down your overly sensitive body. He leaves a trail of kisses under each breast, and slowly, tortuously, makes his way down to your belly button. His tongue dips into it as his focus shifts downwards, and he leaves feather light kisses from one hip to the other, all the way across. You know where he’s headed, and your brain can barely comprehend what’s about to happen. His mouth had never travelled your body this way, and it was leaving points of fire under every bit of skin he touched. His hand slides under your leg and bends it at the knee, pushing it back gently, and does the same to your other leg, just as softly. You feel utterly exposed in this position, but you’re so worked up that the thought doesn’t last long. He lets the pads of his fingers skate up and down your thighs, tracing the length of your calves, even caressing your feet. “Okay?” he whispers looking at you, and all you can do is nod, your body urging him on.

His lips are on you, his mouth leaving trails down the inside of each thigh, kisses on the insides of your knees. He switches to your feet, gently lifting them and kissing the arches of your feet and OH god who knew feet were sexy and when he’s finished there he begins kissing his way up your legs, slowly, up one side, then he switches to the other leg, loving every inch of that one, from top to bottom. You can feel his warm breath on you as he settles himself between your parted legs, and he gently hooks his fingers inside the waistband of your teeny shorts, gently tugging them down your thighs. You lift your bum so he can pull them off, and he gently tosses them off to the side. He works his way back up the insides of your legs, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake, tingles and jolts of electricity with every touch. You feel his teeth skimming the softest part of the inside of your thigh, kissing, nibbling, and tasting every bit of your skin. He stops, and grasps your thighs gently, pushing them open a bit more so he can have complete access, and suddenly you feel his fingers trace your lips, pushing them open oh so gently. He very gently kisses the creases where your legs met your centre, and with his tongue, gently paints a stripe from the base of your slit all the way to the top. Your whole body lifts off the bed as you gasp from the lightning strikes penetrating your belly, you’ve never experienced this kind of sensation, it’s overwhelming and SO GOOD and why in the hell have you waited this long?

“Feel good, babe?” he murmurs, his face buried in your slit. You manage to lift your head enough to see the look of rapture on his face as he’s tasting you. “You taste so fucking sweet. I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” His tongue is alternating between long, torturous licks and gentle nibbles at your labia. It’s a storm you can barely weather, but God it is SO GOOD and in between trying to remember to breath, you manage to tell him “MORE. Oh my…Teddy, please….!” You’re losing control of your body and you’re writhing under his ministrations, just completely out of control.

“Anything for you, love” he grins, and pushing your lips back, his tongue finds that sweet pink spot. His tongue swirls around and around it, nudging that sweet little pink button, like a piece of delicious candy, and your hands find his hair, that silky soft tangle of fiery curls, and you thread your hands through it, pressing his face as tightly against you as you can, completely lost to the building sensations in your belly. You can’t form coherent words, just gasps, moans, guttural sounds that you had no idea could come from you. His arms, the bright colours of his ink so sexy against the bare expanse of your skin, wrap around your thighs, pressing them to the sides of his head. He’s pulling you closer to him so his face is all but engulfed, the deep, throaty sounds escaping from his throat as he devours you so indescribably sexy. His tongue is thrashing your clit, back and forth, quick and light, over and over and over, and you can’t comprehend the delicious fiery tightening in your belly, it’s SO GOOD, it feels like climbing the highest mountain and you want so badly to jump off that edge, and like he’s reading your mind, suddenly he switches from flicking and thrashing to sucking that little pink bundle of nerves right into his mouth and your mouth is wide open, there’s no words, your whole body is lifted up and your muscles locked, it’s like thunder crashing and lightning striking and like NOTHING you have ever felt before, your body is trying to jump out of your skin and there’s spots in your vision that don’t make sense but OH PLEASE NEVER STOP and he keeps sucking and tugging, helping you ride out this incredible explosion, your hands still in hair, keeping him exactly where you need him to be. Your body is STRAIGHT up off that bed, arching into his mouth, “TEDDY…” you gasp, as you fly off that cliff, riding out the most intense sensations you have EVER experienced in your life. Finally the sensations begins to ebb away, your body sags back against the bed and you look down at the face between your legs, with a sated, disbelieving smile on your face.

He kisses your thighs one last time, and lifts himself up. He crawls up the bed and gently nestles himself on top of you, catching your lips in a kiss, and stroking your hair, your cheek. “That was so fucking sexy…” he murmurs. “Incredible watching you, listening to you come undone….was it what you hoped for?”

You pick your head up off the pillow, and gaze at him, trying to figure out how to put what just happened into words. “That was…Teddy…that was incredible. It was…I don’t even. Holy shit.” Your head flops back on the pillow, and he cracks a little boy grin at your words and dips his face to catch your lips for a kiss.

Your ability to breathe is only just returning to normal, and as you lay sprawled beneath him, all you can think is how you love him so much right at this moment. You bite your lip, and look at him, knowing what you’d like to do next. You kiss him softly, once, twice and run your fingers down his cheek. You pull yourself up to a sitting position, and looking him in the eye, you hook you fingers under the edge of his hoodie and begin to drag it up his body. He grins, and lifts his arms to help you get it off. His shirt follows, and you awkwardly fumble with his belt buckle, trying to undo it. You manage to unbuckle it, and carefully unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. He’s watching you, letting you take the lead. You pause, wondering how to go about getting his pants down without looking like you have NO idea what you’re doing. You can see him smiling at you, laughter in his eyes, and he lifts his hips without a word, helping you to peel his jeans off his legs. Once those are out of the way, he pulls you back down on the bed, and finds your lips. His lips, so soft, so full, they taste so good. Long, lingering kisses, deep kisses that you could feel down to the tips of your toes. Kisses full of promise and passion and tenderness.

Your let your hand fall to his hip, your fingers playing with the edge of his boxer briefs. His hands have found your ass, cupping and kneading, squeezing, as he continues to bruise your mouth with kisses, tasting you with his tongue. Your legs are intertwined, and you’re beginning to feel his reaction against your hip.

Your fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers, wanting to explore what was waiting for you. His hips stutter as he realizes what you’re doing, and he pulls back to look you in the eye. “Only if you’re sure, Love”, he whispers.

“Mmm, I’m sure…” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips. “Just…tell me if I’m doing it right?”

“Trust me Babe…there’s VERY little you could do wrong right about now” he chuckles.

He shimmies his boxers down and you pull them off and WHOA. Wow. Not like you didn’t know what a penis looked like…but, um. It was BIG. How was that supposed to-? Never mind. You’d get there. Right now….you run your fingertips up his thigh, sifting the fuzzy hairs there between your fingers, enjoying the shiver you can feel run through his body. You let your fingers walk to that soft crease where his thigh meets his groin, and then tentatively, you gently let your fingers wrap around his length, and give him one long stroke, letting your fist stop at the head. Wow….so hot to the touch, but smooth. Like silk. A low throaty moan escapes Ed’s throat as his head falls back, enjoying the touch of your hand.

You gently let your hand continue to glide along the length of his penis, from the base to the tip, and judging by the quick, raspy breaths falling from Ed’s mouth, you’re doing something right. You LOVE the effect your touch is having on him, and on the next stroke, you gently tighten your fist, tugging the head and the hiss that escapes his lips is so satisfying.

“Jesus baby….” He just manages to get out. ”You’re gonna be my undoing….”

He slides his fingers into your hair, pulling you close so he can kiss you. Not so tender this time, it’s fierce and passionate, the lust he’s feeling spilling out of him into you. You’re moving your hand more quickly, and you can feel his length thickening and growing as you stroke him. It’s a heady, powerful feeling that his body is reacting this way because of you. Between strokes and tugs, you gently cup his balls, and watch him carefully, afraid of squeezing too tight. “Shit…babe…like that”, he hisses, and you happily pick up the pace, loving the sound of his voice, the way his eyes are squeezed shut, the way his leg is tensed as he braces his body. His hips stutter, and your eyes widen as you notice a bead of fluid roll out of the slit in the tip of his penis, as you’re pumping and stroking. You’re surprised at his how sexy, how pretty, it is. Framed by the same soft, orange strands that adorn the rest of his body, the plush, pink head, the silky soft shaft…it was incredible. You loved how rock hard he was, that you were the one that make it that way. The foreskin was stretched back now, and the breathy sounds coming from his lips are coming fast and you can tell he’s fast losing control. He sucks in a breath and his hand is suddenly on yours, clumsily pulling it away.

“Fucking hell… feels so good,” he gasps, “but…stop. …I don’t want to finish like this, not like this.” His mouth is yours, his tongue is tasting every bit of you, and his body flush with yours. He cups your cheek, and staring at you tenderly. He tilts your face up, and touches his nose to yours. “…Love you so much, baby. I want you so damn bad…” He whispers this, but there is so much intensity to his words, such reverence. It takes your breath away. You push yourself back against the pillows, and wrap your fingers into the sweaty curls at the base of his neck, pulling him close. You press your lips to his and lift your hips to his. “I want you too, Teddy, make love to me.” You take a deep breath, ready to take the plunge (in more ways than one…) when through the emotions and lust you remember something important.

You twist your body and your hand finds the knob on the drawer beside your bed, and you fumble in the drawer, your fingers finding the box. Ed cranes his head, looking at what you’re doing, and then smiles knowingly. “How’d I never notice you having rubbers in there before??” he says with a teasing grin.

“Because I didn’t!” you look at him with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin, and then purposefully turn your head and motion to his backpack. His eyes widen, and his cheeks turn the most ADORABLE shade of pink. “Um…” he stutters with an adorable innocent boy smile on his face, “Always be prepared??”

“I love that you cared enough to want to be safe, to protect me”, you say, softly kissing his lips. “That and the fact that you left them in there.” you giggle softly.

“I just figured…I mean, I didn’t want you think I was trying to-“. You cut him off. “Teddy…Shut up. No more words, I’m not upset. I love you and I want you. Now. Please, Teddy…” You slide your fingers into his beard and tug him close, looking him straight in the eyes. He swallows hard, his breathing suddenly quicker. “I want you too” he whispers and gently pulls the box from your hand. He fishes out a foil packet, and as you watch with wide eyes, he quickly tears it open and looks at you, his eyes hooded. He quickly slides the condom down over his length, and then you feel his soft hand slide under your ass cheek and he tugs you down. You swallow deeply, your blood tingling and coursing through every part of your body. You shakily exhale; trying to remember to breathe, and let your legs fall open, your heart hammering in your chest. Ed lifts himself up, and crawls up over your body, moving slowly and gazing at you with such love and softness.

“Babe…look at me.” He can obviously sense your nerves, and he brushes his fingers down your cheek, under your chin and drops a kiss between your breasts. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you, we’ll take it slow. Promise…”

He gently grasps your calf and pushes your leg back just a bit, and his lips are on you, lingering and tender and sweet, tugging your upper lip, then your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he covers his body with yours. Your leg is hiked up, pinned to his waist, and he’s leaning on his forearm, nestled between your legs. He carefully lifts himself just a bit, and takes himself in hand, guiding his penis gently to your slit, and allows the head to just slip between your folds. He makes no move to penetrate, not yet, but just gently slides the head of his dick against your cleft, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, up and down between your lips, allowing the moisture that’s gathered there to lubricate his length so that it glides like silk. Your eyes close tight and your head falls back, GOD, he’s not in you yet but it feels SO good, so intimate, the anticipation is almost too much. It feels like your blood is going pulse right out of your body.

A low moan rumbles from his throat and he lets out a deep breath as feels you begin to surround him. “You’re so wet, babe….It’s so hot. You’re so sexy….” He groans as you tilt your hips up, wanting more.

He stops the gliding motion, and gazing into your eyes, he gently pulls your other leg up so their pinned to either side of his waist, and then reaching down between the two of you, he positions himself at your entrance. He cups your face, and with so much tenderness it nearly undoes you, he touches his nose to yours.

Your heart is so full, you love him SO much, and you want nothing more than to stay with him like this forever. You gasp as you feel the tip of him gently push against your opening, past your sensitive tissues, and your body jerks as you tense up. He gently strokes your hip and you hear him breathe the words “Relax, Love…I’ve got you”, as he kisses your lips. He only pushes himself in a bit, just the head, slowly, letting you adjust to his size. “…Tell me when…” he whispers, letting his fingers run up your thighs, leaving fiery trails behind them. You respond by tightening your legs around him, and squeezing his bum to press him closer. He pulls his hips, back and in one slow motion, very gently, he fills you.

You bite down hard, gasping, oh GOD, you knew it would hurt a bit, but it STINGS. Fuck. Tears prick at your eyes as your sensitive flesh stretches in a way it hasn’t ever before. His voice, it’s in your ear again, soft and reassuring. “I love you so much, babe….I promise it will feel so much better. I won’t move till you tell me to…” His thumbs tenderly wipe away the moisture under your eyes, and he slows his body, and strokes your face. He stays buried inside you, and concentrates on kissing you until you’ve no breath left in you, and slowly you realize your body is adjusting to his size. The sting is dying out, but the feeling of being stretched that way, it’s something you must get used to. He’s not moved, just holding you, caressing you, loving you, and remaining deep inside you while your body adjusts to him.

“Baby…” he half moans, “Let me try-“. You kiss him and urge him on with your hips, and he slowly lifts his hips and slowly pulls himself part way out, not all the way, and nudges his head through your slick folds, bumping up against your clit, and slowly thrusts back into you, gently, unhurriedly. Oh, oh not so painful anymore, it…there’s still quite the sting as you stretch to fit him, but it’s wonderful, the feeling of him filling you up, actually being INSIDE you…The thought pops through that it’s happening, you’re actually having SEX. You push aside the urge to giggle and the thought is extinguished as both his hands find your ass, and he pulls his hips back, pulling almost all the way out but not quite and oh, it’s a surprisingly empty feeling, you want him back and your hands run down the length of his back to the rise of his ass and tug him, beckoning him to keep going, heavy breaths, loud breaths, falling from your lips, and he groans at your reaction, setting a slow, languorous pace, your ass in his hands and he continues to thrust in to you, long, gentle strokes, filling you up. You can feel your walls tightening around him every time he enters you, wanting to keep him inside you. “You’re so goddamn tight….Jesus!” he grunts as you envelop him at every stroke. “You feel so fucking amazing….you alright baby??” he whispers in your ear.

You manage an “Oh…oh… yes….” And you tighten your legs around him, pressing your feet into his back, urging him on. One hand slides out from under your ass, and he moves it up to your hair, his fingers tangling in the long strands falling over your shoulders. His lips are on your neck, leaving a wet trail from your pulse point down to your shoulder and across your collarbones. His breathing is heavy, uneven, and the hand that’s tangled in your hair and cupping your face is pinning you to the pillows, and his mouth frantically finds yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue everywhere, and not once do his hips stop moving, his body is lifting and pressing into you, over and over and it feel SO good, the feeling of him filling you up, every bit of his soft, warm body pressed against yours.

“More Babe…I need…ohh…” you gasp, trying to find the words but failing.

“Oh, love….Yes…Fucking hell!” he grunts, lifting himself up off of you a bit, supporting himself with his hands and forearms, switching his strokes from long, languid thrusts where he’s not even pulling all the way out of you, to quicker, rhythmic, more frenetic thrusts, the head almost all the way out before he plunges back in, and you let one leg drop, using your foot to brace yourself against the mattress, allowing yourself to open to him as much as possible. You’re concentrating on the connection between you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, the zings and flutters and sparks that his every movement sends pulsing through your body. The way he’s still cupping your face, caressing your neck, your shoulder, the rise of your breasts, how he can’t help but be drawn back to your lips, his kisses are so full of desire and lust, yet so tender. Like a promise with every touch. It’s so damn intimate. In this moment, with your heart and your body so incredibly full, you know that THIS is why you waited.

He’s gasping with every movement, every thrust, and he’s trying to keep his eyes open, watching you and wanting to take you in, and holy GOD, the desire and drive in his eyes, how his pupils are blown and the way his mouth is dropping open with every sweet stroke, like he can’t control the sensations, it is sexy beyond words. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, tangling in those delicious sweaty curls at the back of his neck, kissing him so deeply you could just about devour him.

“Babe…so close…” he hisses, gritting his teeth and you realize he’s holding back and waiting for you, not wanting to put his needs ahead of yours. You let a hand drift down to rise of his ass cheek, and let the other hand find his jaw, and kiss him deeply, gasping for breath as the sensations race through your body. You realize that all you want is for him to find that peak, to find his release, because the earth shattering climax he gave you with his tongue, that beautiful mouth, it was enough. The feeling of him being inside you, being a part of you, him worshipping you like this? It was enough. You had all the time in the world to explore each other from now on, and right now, this moment was all about him.

His hips are moving in short, messy thrusts as he chases the sensations that are taking him over. “Baby it’s okay…” you whisper, staring into his eyes and wanting him to feel as good as he made you feel. “Let go!” you gasp, as little explosions of pleasure ricochet through your body, it’s insane how amazing he feels, and you pick your hips up and try to match his thrusts, pushing your pelvis against him, grinding against him, wanting every bit of contact you can get. The hand that’s tangled in your hair tightens, his thumb brushing your ear, and he’s got his forehead pressed to yours as he tries to maintain eye contact. You can feel a bead of sweat roll off his temple, and the sounds escaping his mouth are now completely out of his control. Low, throaty moans, guttural noises that you had no idea he was capable of, and you want this. Oh you want this. You hold his face between your hands, and look him in the eyes, a feat, because he can barely keep them open, and kiss him so softly, so tenderly. “I love you….God, I love you.” You whisper to him, caught up in overwhelming emotion.

His eyes are fluttering, and his whole body tenses up, his muscles caging you onto the bed. “Ah ah ah…!” He’s making a concerted effort to lock eyes with you, to keep connected, but that battle is lost as they slam shut, his orgasm taking him over. “Jesus, baby I…Ah…Oh Fuck!” and his whole body shudders as his hips finds you one last time, and he’s pushing your body up the bed, bracing himself against you, trying to keep every last inch of you wrapped around him. His muscles are tensed and shaking, and you can feel him shudder once more, and then his whole body sags, soft against you, and his head falls to your chest.

You’re still struggling to catch your breath, your heart slamming against your ribcage, and the emotion coursing through you is threatening to overflow. Ed, still panting himself, gingerly lifts himself off you, reaches down and hooks his finger into the condom as he gently pulls out of you, assuring it won’t slip off. “Oh…” you breathe, feeling the emptiness. He slides it off quickly, and discreetly tucks it into a Kleenex he grabs from your nightstand and puts it off to the side. He rolls back over on to his side, facing you, and he can’t hide the smile spreading across his face as he cups your cheek and kisses you, over and over and over, with such fervour it almost renders you breathless. He breaks away and a soft smile plays across his features as he just gazes at you, not saying word, just seemingly savouring the moment. He pulls you into his chest, and you savour his warmth, wanting nothing more than to be held.

“Ed…” you falter, trying to figure how to put what you’re feeling into words. “Every time I thought about what this experience would be like….when I thought about what I wanted it to mean? Teddy, this was it. I-“. He puts his finger to your lips.

“I love you.” The way he says this, it’s so quiet, but so full of conviction. “You are everything to me…and it means the world to me that somehow I’m deserving enough that you chose to share yourself with me. That was…fucking incredible. YOU are fucking incredible.”

You smile softly, and run your fingers lazily through his beard. You stretch your arms above your head, and then your legs, and as you go to cuddle your body into his chest, you suddenly feel…something…on the sheets between your legs. You glance down, and oh. Oh God. You knew it would hurt, when he entered you, but you didn’t think about the possibility of THIS. Your face feels a thousand shades of pink, though you know there’s no real reason to feel embarrassed. It’s just some blood, but still…Ed notices your discomfort, the blush on your cheeks, and he looks where you’re looking.

“Love, it’s no big deal…honestly. Happens the first time. I’m not bothered!” He brushes the hair from your eyes and kisses your cheek, a reassuring smile on his face. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, and drop a kiss on his nose before pulling your cami back over your head. You’re suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious.

“Gonna run to the bathroom, baby, clean myself up a bit…” you smile awkwardly.

“Course, Love. Hurry back though….need cuddles from my girl after all that…” he murmurs with a crooked smile. You hurry off to the bathroom, clean yourself up, pee because that seems like a good idea, and run a brush through your hair. You stop for a second, and look at yourself in the mirror, studying your features. You feel different….empowered and well, like a real grownup. You lift your shoulders and feel a grin spread across your face. You finally did it. No longer a virgin! You giggle, flip your hair back and head back to the bedroom. You walk through the door and stop short, staring at your bed. Sweet boy, in the 5 minutes you’ve been in the bathroom, he’s pulled the bloody sheet off your bed, and put fresh linens back on. He really does think of everything. A disbelieving smile crosses your face, and you shake your head slightly, so enamoured with this boy. You feel a strong of pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment as you let your head fall back onto his chest. Your fingers absent-mindedly begin tracing the colorful shapes on his forearms, and you feel his lips in your hair.

“Best day ever, innit?” he says softly. “Best girl ever too…”

You spin around and look him in the eyes, tracing his cheeks and jaw with your fingers, pushing a few stray fiery strands of hair from his forehead. “You’re not so bad yourself, baby…” you whisper with a smile.

“Mmmmmmm” he hums contentedly, and softly, slowly, he leans in. He touches his forehead to yours, and you feel his fingers tip your chin up, and just when you thought your heart couldn’t take anymore, he touches his nose to yours.

#ed sheeran fanfic #ed sheeran fic #ed sheeran sexy #ed sheeran mature fanfic #ed sheeran smut #Teddy Sheeran #Code Ginger #OBFG #Edward Christopher Sheeran #Flutters #first time with Ed #Ed Sheeran #sheerios

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solinarimoon · 3 years

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Sarah’s 100 Followers Challenge!

Firstly, thank you to all those following me! I did not expect to get into writing fanfiction (even though I’ve been an avid fanfic reader for years) when I started using Tumblr at the end of last year. I really just needed to try and find more Hvitserk fanfics to read so I turned to Tumblr and it did not disappoint. Then I certainly did not expect to meet such wonderful mutuals and reach 100 followers after I did start writing back in April. So to celebrate this milestone I’m doing a challenge! Participating in @maggiescarborough - 500 followers challenge is how I got the courage to start writing and sharing that writing. They’re really fun and creative and I would love for anyone and everyone to participate if you wish! They’re a great way to make friends, try something new, or challenge yourself!

Sarah’s 100 Followers Challenge - a few rules:

Writing, moodboards, artwork, whatever you’re inspired to do is welcome!

Send your request for a prompt (list below) you wish to use as an ask. (It will be the easiest way for me to keep track of everyone)

I will update this post as people request prompts - two people per prompt before it will be closed.

I have many fandoms I am a part of even though my writing has only been for TLK so far, so please feel free to do something outside of The Last Kingdom. I love Vikings (especially Hvitserk), Black Sails, Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, and many others, so just ask me.

You are free to write anything you wish - AU, canon, OC’s, X Reader, angst, fluff, smut, anything! But I do ask that if you write on a sensitive/mature topic you use appropriate trigger or ratings for any smut.

My prompts are song lyrics below (golly I hope you guys like my music taste or at least find something inspiring). You can use just the lyrics I’ve picked or add other portions of the songs if you wish. Break the lyrics up, keep them together, whatever inspires you. A link to a spotify playlist is at the bottom of this post if you want to listen to them.

Use the Read More function if it’s more than 500 words.

The deadline will be September 30th.

Please tag me in your submissions and use the tag #sarahs100followers

Have FUN!

1. “That's when she went away Away from the light of day Standing by the riverside Patiently waiting for the tide” - Awakening by Aurora ( @morosemagick)

2. “And if the night is burning I will cover my eyes For if the dark returns Then my brothers will die” - I See Fire, Jasmine Thomas Cover ( @emilyhufflepufftlk )

3. “Hearts are strong, and our hearts are kind Well, let me tell you just exactly what’s on my mind You are the best thing Ever happened to me” - You Are the Best Thing - Ray LaMontagne ( @geekandbooknerd @lauwrite1225 )

4. “When you came to me With your bad dreams and your fears It was easy to see you'd been crying Seems like everywhere you turn Catastrophe it reigns But who really profits from the dying?” - Hold You in my Arms - Ray LaMontagne

5. “As the daylight sinks As I fail to stop and think Once I cursed the things I've done Won't you please forgive me” - The New Love Song - The Avett Brothers ( @maggiescarborough )

6. “There's a darkness upon you that's flooded in light And in the fine print They tell you what's wrong and what's right” - Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise - The Avett Brothers ( @artemiseamoon )

7. “That's when you need someone Someone that you, you can call When all your faith is gone And it feels like you can't go on Let it be me” - Let It Be Me - Ray LaMontagne

8. “Take me back to the night we met When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet” - The Night We Met - Lord Huron ( @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie )

9. “Kiss me like you wanna be loved You wanna be loved” - Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran ( @mrsalwayswrite)

10. “It's a stage of stone out in the woods Our spotlight was the sun Where far too many times I stood Til the weary day was done” - Secret Place - Mia Lynne Rose ( @93xdiagonxalley )

11. “My past has tasted bitter for years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless But the blood on my hands scares me to death” - I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young ( @morosemagick @magravenwrites)

12. “All alone scared in your room, would you swear there's nobody home On the bed laying awake as you prayed he'd leave you alone I'll let the darkness swallow me whole I need to find you, need you to know” - Salt and the Sea - Gregory Alan Isakov

13. “Oh, 'cause they will run you down, down 'til the dark Yes and they will run you down, down 'til you fall And they will run you down, down 'til you go Yeah, so you can't crawl no more” - Way Down We go - KALEO ( @for-bebbanburg @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie )

14. “You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads But they're just old light, they're just old light” - Samson - Regina Spektor ( @serasvictoria )

15. “I can't look out the window I can't look at this place I can't look at the stars They make me wonder where you are” - Stars - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

16. “So, help me decide Help me to make up Make up my mind Wouldn't that save you” - Save You - Matthew Perryman Jones

17. “The stones you throw can make me bleed But I won't stop until we're free Wild hearts can't be broken” - Wild Hearts Can’t be Broken - P!nk

18. “I talk to you but it's not the same as touchin' you And every time you whisper my name, I want to run to you” - Missing You Now - Michael Bolton ( @emilyhufflepufftlk )

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6lWKtehGxnFEqIWeRSK2zt

No pressure tags for my mutuals who may be interested: @maggiescarborough @morosemagick @emilyhufflepufftlk @lauwrite1225 @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @serasvictoria @for-bebbanburg @mrsalwayswrite @geekandbooknerd @magravenwrites

#sarahs100followers #the last kingdom #fanfiction #moodboards #thank you guys so much #sihtric #finan #hvitserk #vikings #black sails

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ao3feed-larry · 3 years

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One direction takes over the big brother world

by Caitlin_S

What happens when Ben Winston is made the new producer of big brother us? One direction in the big brother house, of course!!

With Ben planning on so many people entering the house, they sequester 37 people, with one of the thirty seven only being a back up for the males.

You know what they say with big brother, expect the unexpected.

Where are we going today, Mark?! The big brother house, the big brother house, yay!!

(Aka, the fanfic inspired by talk about one direction on bb in the live chat of a live feed update, on RHAP, since I've been wanting to do this for a while, but didn't know if anyone would be intrested.)

Words: 3939, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of 1D on BB

Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Shawn Mendes (Musician), Taylor Swift (Musician)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Shawn Mendes, Taylor Swift, Karlie Kloss, Ed Sheeran, Nick Grimshaw

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes, Karlie Kloss/Taylor Swift

Additional Tags: Major Original Character(s), Anxiety, 37th becomes a co host, Niall thinks he's all alone in the big brother house, OT5-centric (One Direction)

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/3iX2pLq

#larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #One direction takes over the big brother world #<p>by <a r

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ateez-babygirl · 4 years

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Happier

Jongho x Changkyun x reader

Warnings: Angst

Tag List: @writertoo18 @softmon07 @kkxnex @atinyxtopia @jaylinguino @eboyatz @j-jongho @takimata2017 @barenecessiteas @affections-through-time @oh-no-not-another-one @piinkcherries @babydollkoki @sanckles @queenhoneyimagines @royalwolf @attackonmikaelson @super-amberlynn

AN: This Fanfic is inspired by the song Happier by Ed Sheeran.

When you were in grade school you dated Changkyun, but your relationship fell apart because you two just weren’t mature enough yet for a long term relationship.

Four years later, you are now dating Jongho. Jongho was very different from Changkyun, he was mature WAAAAAY beyond his years. He treated you like a princess, he rarely ever blew you off.

Tonight you were accompanying Jongho to the MAMA’s; Monsta X was going to be there which meant so would Changkyun.

You were really nervous about seeing him, because you hadn’t seen each other since the fallout of your relationship.

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You two arrived at the arena where the awards show was being held, and as soon as you walked in; the first band you saw was Changkyun and the rest of Monsta X. Changkyun’s eyes met yours, he gave you a slight wave; which you returned.

Pain was clearly painted on his face, it hurt your heart; that even after all this time, he’s still hurting this bad.

Jongho looked down at you “Love? You ok?” You looked up, nodding. Lying. And saying “Yeah.”

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*CHANGKYUN’S POV*

She looks so much more HAPPIER with him than she did when she was with me, and it it kills me; because even after all this time I STILL have feelings for her. I want to tell her how I feel, that even after all this time, my feelings have never dimmed. It pains me to see her with someone who isn’t me, because I want her to get the side of me I should have given her a long time ago. That I’ve matured into the man she deserves, but that won’t happen now…

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#ateez jongho #jongho x reader #choi jongho x reader #jongho #ateez choi jongho #ateez angst #ateez jongho angst #choi jongho angst #jongho angst #monsta x angst #monsta x changkyun #monsta x changkyun angst #im changkyun #im changkyun angst #im changkyun x reader #changkyun #changkyun angst

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knight-laughingtree-blog · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jon Snow & Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen Characters: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Davos Seaworth, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Sandor Clegane, Brienne of Tarth, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Missandei (ASoIaF), Grey Worm, Rhaegal (ASoIaF), Drogon (ASoIaF), Viserion (ASoIaF), Night King (Game of Thrones), Ghost (ASoIaF) Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Boatsex baby, Incest, its going to get angsty Summary:

Here is my submission for the Jonerys Fanfic Drive (for @northernlights37) ------- Jon and Dany have only just gotten to Winterfell, but they find that the Night King is much closer than anticipated, and news from Dany makes Jon rethink his battle strategy. p.s. listen to Bloodstream by Ed Sheeran while reading this. Especially when Jon and Dany are ever alone ;)

<3 hope you like enjoy. decided on a little multichapter fic... might end up going longer than originally anticipated.

#jonerys #jonerys fanfiction #jonerys fic #jon x daenerys #jon x dany #fic drive

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naughty-teddy-innit · 5 years

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Show Me - A deliciously Smutty Pissed-off Ed Sheeran oneshot.

So, as is want to happen in our chats, I came across this pic on IG last night and had to share:

And then...

@daisies--daisies felt the need to encourage my dirty train of thought, and this whole thing just... Took shape. And so I splurged it into chat. And really very much hurt myself. Oops. 😘

So without further Ado....

SHOW ME....🔥

A mature, Smutty, Ed Sheeran oneshot.

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You've been out all night, a few too many drinks and you've been a little too friendly with the cute waiter or bartender. You're kinda naturally flirty when you're tipsy, a little handsier than you'd normally be, and his eyes have been following you. Your only interest is the free shots the cute blonde bartender keeps slinging your way, but in his inebriated state, that's not what's going through HIS mind. He's a rather affectionate drunk himself, but... after watching you brush your fingertips along that barkeeps bloody muscled forearm? That giggle and bite to your lower lip that he loves so much - he's about DONE. You don't happen to notice the way his eyes narrow or the way his lips have thinned. You happen to be wearing his favourite dress, the one cut low in the back that shows off your ass (Which he's never been known to get enough of) and he's been dying to peel it off you all night...

Only.... Now? He's irritated. Fuck this. Maybe it's not his cock you want at the end of the night. His thoughts might be clouded by a tad too much gin, but he doesn't give two shits. He'd been wanting to get you out of that goddamn dress since the first moment he'd seen you in, but now... Well, he just might be ready to take another tact when he drags you out of that bar.

So now... You're in the back of your Uber, and in your rosy, tipsy state, you just want to throw him against the backseat and have your way with him. He's in your favourite skinnies and a button down that shows off just a peek of lion, and his leather jacket, though it's off him now, crumpled and abandoned in the seat next to him. You just want to stroke him through his jeans while you slide your tongue down his throat, he always tastes so delicious when he's been drinking and you want that sexy cinnamon scruff leaving its mark on you. But. nope. He's not into it. His eyes, blue and clouded, are straight forward, not even acknowledging your usually convincing pout. He's biting his lip, all the more to torture you, but in spite of your all efforts, he is NOT responding.

You make it home in silence. He unbuckles his seatbelt, still not a single word spoken, and gestures for you to follow him inside. Once you've stumbled safely in, ever the gentleman, he still helps you out of your coat. It's tossed over the banister with no forethought and then slowly, carefully he leans himself against the deep wood door frame leading into your living room. His

"... Wanna tell me what in the fuck that was?" His voice is low, even, and not remotely messing about. He doesn't blink.

You're at a bit of a loss, this is not like him, and you're not sure where he's going with this. It was only a bit of drunken fun....

"Teddy..." You bite your lip and look up at him through your heavily smudged lashes. "I'm here with you. I came home, with you. I am yours. Nobody else gets to fuck me tonight. Only you...." You reach to touch his face, intending to show him exactly how much meaning your words hold, but he's not having it. Not the littlest bit.

"Dunno." He says, very little inflection to his voice, the bright colours of his arms folded tightly across his chest. "Tim the Barkeep seemed to have your attention tonight. Maybe it's his cock you want?"

Your brow furrows and heat flushes through your face and body. "... Fuck are you talking about? The only cock I'm interested in is yours, you-"

He cuts you off. "That so?" He's straightened up, unfolded his arms and now his fingers are slowly slipping each button loose on his plaid button down. The sexy thatch of cinnamon chest hair that adorns his lion, the soft curls that always turn you on, are slowly becoming visible and you can feel that flush of heat throb between your thighs.

There's a glint in his eye as he undoes the last button, and very methodically, he slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he leans back against the wooden door frame.

"Maybe you should get on your knees and show me..."

He's a man who rarely shows his displeasure... And this sudden attitude, as much as you might loathe to admit it, is having a massive effect on you. You can already feel the heat, the ache, between your legs at the sight of him staring you down, his lean, inked up torso and chest on full display.

You don't say a word, perhaps just a raised eyebrow and a bitten lip, as you slowly advance on him. The silver of his belt is still pressed snugly against his tattooed flowers, and his jeans, your favourite tight black ones, are still buttoned over his narrow hips and strong thighs. You maintain eye contact as you drop to your parted knees, reaching for his belt. Your fingers nimbly, slowly, unbuckle his belt and work the button loose at the waistband of his jeans. You find yourself licking your lips, your breath catching at the pretty ginger hairs that trail down into his tight grey Calvin's, and at the prominent tenting already beginning to strain at the confines of his tight jeans.

"Your cock..." You breathe, as you press a kiss into the soft, inked skin above the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Is the only one I want to taste...."

"...Fuckin' right, Love... "

You hear the growl in his words as you tug his boxers down, over his hips, allowing the pretty pink of him to spring up against the colours of his belly, and the fiery orange strands that surrounds it. Your mouth all but waters as you press a messy kiss to the tip of him, and you look up just to see his clouded blue eyes lock with yours.

"Show me."

You flatten your tongue, allowing it to glide up the entire length of his cock, once, twice, while your hand curls around the base him, drawing his cock away from his body so that you have the access all you need. Your other hand has found the outside of his thick thigh, warm and taut and fuzzy, a tight grip that's got his body right pressed as closely to you as possible. Your warm, wet mouth slides around his plump head, and you purposely let out a hum of contentment as your tongue swirls around him. He's tastes so fucking good, and you want to SHOW him how wrong he is. This is ALL you want. You moan around him again, and revel in how his whole body tenses and shudders at your touch.

You go slowly at first, his size means you must allow for a bit of adjustment as you take him in as far into your throat as you can... but God, you might as well be starving, you just can't get enough. You move your mouth up and down over his shaft, all the while continuing to glide your tongue over the smooth, silky skin and plump head in your mouth, the same head that's all but fucking into the back of your mouth.

"S'Fuckin good.... Jesus... You take me so good, love...."

You pick up the pace, just a tick, while your hand, your fist, is following your mouth, warm and moist and sticky from your ministrations. Circling, tugging as as you suck at his head, letting your tongue dance over the super sensitive V underneath.

One of his warm hands is tangled in your hair, not yanking, not rough, but just holding onto you, while his other hand is flat against the wall beside you. His hips, they're moving in messy thrusts to meet your mouth, out of his control judging by the gasped breaths of air and "Oh fuck... Baby... Oh... Fuck's" that are tumbling from his pretty pink lips. He's fucking into the back of your throat, practically with abandon as you've pushed past all your gag reflexes, your only goal to make him come so hard he loses his mind and remembers that you are HIS and no one else's.

Your hand is wrapped around his hip, tightly gripping his asscheek, you don't want even a sliver of space between your mouth and his pelvis while he fucks your mouth to orgasm. He's rocking his cock into your mouth, over, and over, and over, and your tongue never lets up, lapping at him from the inside while you keep your mouth sealed around his rock hard flesh as tight as you can. Both of his warm hands fist your hair as it all begins to overtake him, and you moan as he frantically chases his orgasm, the sounds and vibration the icing on the cake.

"OH FUCK...." His voice echoes through the room and you can hear, feel, his long, LOW growl. His hips stutter as you feel bursts of his salty, sticky warm fluid fill your mouth, landing on your tongue. His hands are still holding your head as his hips rock one last time, another small spurt landing on your tongue, and then he slows. You gaze up at him, your hand gently palming his slowly softening cock, and swallow, softly suckling at the head. His beautiful eyes are still dark, glazed, watching you, until his head falls back and his body sags. His breathing is still coming unever and ragged as he suddenly realizes how tightly he's holding your hair. He gently untangles his fingers, smoothing your hair back and pushing the errant locks gently behind your ear, and with a slight grin, pulls you to your feet.

His lips are on yours, deep and messy and with intent (He's never minded his taste after coming in your mouth, and he's ALWAYS shows his gratitude. One of the many things that makes you feel so loved and appreciated.)

"Teddy..." You whisper once he's pulled back. "Never doubt me again. Yours? Is the ONLY one I will ever want."

"Mmm." He murmurs. "Guess I needed to be sure. I'm a lucky lad. And I know it. I think, now, though..." His lips find yours in a deep, lingering, heated kiss, his hands travelling over the rise of your asscheeks, pressing you up against the length of him. "I'd like to get that dress off and taste how lucky I am for m'self..... If you'll have me?"

Your lips curve into a smile, the knot in your belly aching deep and hot at the thought of what was to come.

"Show me, Teddy... "

(A/N - Hope y'all this Sunday afternoon distraction, please do let me know whatcha think or if you enjoyed it. I LOVE hearing from you guys, no matter whether it's a Reblog, Anon Ask or PM. ❤️🔥❤️)

#ed sheeran #teddy sheeran #Ed sheeran mature fanfic #Ed sheeran fanfic #Ed sheeran Smut #Celebrity fanfic #Celebrity mature fanfic #Celebrity Smut #Fanfiction #Mature fanfiction #SOC fic #Stream of Conciousness blurb #Written on the fly #Original writing #Ed sheeran oneshot #Lord save me #To hell I go #But shit #I'd show him

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laylascoldcoffee · 5 years

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Coffee and Cum...

The smell of bacon drags you from your sleep, the sunlight making you squint as you lift your head, confusion clouds your sleepy brain at first then you remember he's home, smiling you sink back into your warm pillow.

You take your time getting up, you're not sure what he has planned and you don't want to ruin any surprises, you go slow in the bathroom freshening up a little and pulling your hair up into a messy bun, your still in panties and a vest so you throw on a pair of PJ bottoms and make your way down to the kitchen

He sees you round the corner and greets you with a huge smile

'morning love'

Returning his smile you place yourself in his arms, tiptoeing up to meet his lips

'good morning baby' you say as your lips part 'somthing smells good' you glance round seeing a full fry up in the making

'been busy' he says his hand landing on your hips

'you hungry' you giggle turning back to face him a hand tangled in the ginger curls at the back of his head

'absolutley starving' he replies as his hands move down to cup my ass pulling me flush against him as he attaches his lips to my neck and trails soft kisses from my ear down to my shoulder

'mmm' I moan 'my baby's always got such an apetite' tilting my head back and round as his lips move across to the opposite side mirroring his earlier trail

'can you blame me when you look like this' his hands on my ass squeeze and lift dragging me up over his hardening cock, his mouth swallowing up my gasp as his lips work mine softly

My grip in his hair tightens as I groan against his mouth, pushing my core harder against him as his hands squeeze and massage my ass, I'm lost in his kiss, the way his lips move against mine, the way his tongue swirls around my mouth tasting and caressing every inch, hot breath exchanged as we gasp in the breaks, I dont feel his hands move to start with, my focus is on his mouth not feeling him glide up over my waistband and down under the material, the moment I feel his hands against the bare skin of my ass I gasp 'ed..'

he nibbles at my lower lip 'yeah..?'

He rests his forehead against mine as his hands massage me, lifting my ass separating my cheeks making me groan outloud

'i missed you baby' I say hand sliding down over his cheek

'i missed you too' he says turning his hand to kiss my palm 'so much..' he adds forehead resting back against mine as he continues to play with my ass cheeks pulling me impossibly close against him trapping his hard cock between our bodies, rocking and lifting me by my ass so I grind over his length

'fuck I missed you' he all but growls attaching his mouth back on mine, his kiss is hungry, messy.. breathless, he breaks away 'i need you so bad' he groans looking down seeing me pressed hard against him as he slips one had down and round between my legs ghosting a finger over my opening making me moan out

'fuck ed.. I need you too baby..' I gasp as his finger plays with my pussy, lightly dragging back and forth gathering up my wetness

'always so wet for me'

'always so hard for me' I reply grinding against him

His nose brushes against mine as he places a kiss on my lips 'spin round for me' he says slipping his hands out of my bottoms

I spin in his arms my ass lined up with his cock pjamas the only barrier, his hands pull at my hips grinding me against him

'need you please baby' I gasp reaching back to his waistband and tugging, he gets the message and pulls his bottoms the other side so they pool round his ankles, he's grabbing at mine next, shoving them down with one hand whilst the other puts pressure on my back, a silent bend over

I step forward slightly, my hands grabbing the worksurface in front of me as his fingers dance over my slick opening, rubbing circles over my clit warming me up for him

'ed please.. I need you' I beg glancing back to see him, his eyes locked on his own hand guiding his cock towards me, he looks up and smiles, a slight nod, I push back towards him giving him all the answers he needs gasping loud as I feel his cock glide over my pussy

'god I missed your pussy almost as much as I missed you' he says as he strokes himself back and forth over me

'so wet and so ready for me' he growls as he lets his tip slip inside

My mouth drops open, no sound comes.out as he slowly bottoms out in me filling me fuller than I've ever felt

'fuck Baby..' he groans out 'just as tight as I remember'

His hips pull back slowly and then re enter at the same pace, he takes his time, slowly fucking in and out of me as I gasp and pant clawing at the worktop

'more baby..' I turn catching his gaze

'need more..'

His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me back sharply as he thrusts forward, slapping skin rings out as I groan 'just like that..'

He thrusts sharply again.. then again and again, filling me up fast and hard, I can already feel the warmness spreading, it's been so long since he's fucked me like this I knew I wouldn't last long

'faster ed.. please...' I beg and he picks up the pace bringing one hand round Infront of me

'you missed my cock baby?' he asks as his finger makes contact with my aching clit

'yeesss' I screech out as he starts to circle

'you missed me fucking you huh?' he grunts

'mmmhmm' is all I can manage as he adds pressure to my clit

Feeling the knot unravelling I reach round and grip at his wrist that still holds me in palace, digging my nails in him I screech out as my orgasm approaches

'fuck ed.. right there... Please....'

He keeps his pace steady pounding my pussy hard and circling my clit perfectly and my orgasm hits hard, every nerve on fire and burning pure pleasure making me shake all over

'fuck... Fuck... Oh fuck...' is all I can say coming down from my high, his thrusts slow a little letting me recover, his hand moving from my grip and pushing my vest up my back and placing sweet kisses on the revealed skin as I get my breath back

'you ok baby?' he asks as his lips ghost my back

'oh I'm good' I say turning to smile at him 'so good...' I add as I clench down around him watching as he tips his head back and groans out, sweat coating his neck, cheeks flushed red..

Suddenly I'm filled with hunger, I need to taste him, I pull forward his cock slipping from me as his head snaps back down his eyes wide unsure of what's happening

'i need to taste you teddy' I say as turn and sink to my knees a smile starting at his mouth

'be my guest' he grins down at me as my fingers wrap around his coated cock, hand sliding easily up and down his length, I lean forward and slap his cock against my flat tongue as his hands find their way to my hair firm against my scalp

'been so long since I felt your mouth baby' he groans as I slide my tongue down the underside of his cock, running his cock along my face as I trail back up letting my tongue flick against his tip a few times as my hands stroke firmly pulling moans and groans from his lips

'baby.. please.. I'm already close from your pussy.. I need your mouth..'

Not one to deny him I wrap my lips round his tip hollowing out my cheeks as I travel down the length of his cock, taking him all the way in breathing deep through my nose staving off the gag I hold him deep for a few seconds before starting my ascent, flicking his tip a few times before repeating my descent once again, his grip tightens in my hair and I feel his hips start to slowly thrust forward, glancing up at him our eyes lock and I stop my movements, a lifted eyebrow and cock filled smirk tells him he's free to fuck my mouth however he wants and boy does he want too

'so fucking good for me baby' he groans as his hips start moving, sliding his cock over my tongue deeper and deeper each time

'fuck.. baby.. got me so close..' he groans as I increase my suction, he stills at the back of my throat and I feel him throb against my tongue, knowing he's about to cum I take over, my movements firm and fast sucking him in deep, tongue flicking all over him as As I feel his cock twitch and spurt thick streams all over my tongue

He groans out loud, grunting through his orgasm his hands tight in my hair keeping me close to catch his release which I willingly take, fuck I've missed his taste..

I wait for him to loosen up on my hair before I release him from my mouth, wanting him to ride it all out, I swallow the remaining cum in my mouth looking up at him to see him totally wrecked, face red and sweaty and a blessed out look in his eyes as he tries to calm his heaving chest

He reaches for my hand to help me stand, ever the gentleman I think as I capture his lips and kiss him softly

'welcome home teddy' I say as our lips part

'now where's my breakfast, I've worked up an apetite' he laughs loud and hard

'me too baby, me too' his smile wide

'you want some coffee?' he asks leaning down and placing a kiss on my neck

'mmm Hmm, coffee and cum, my favourite breakfast' I giggle

Laughing he replies 'coffee and cum, the breakfast of freaks'

Laughing I slap his bicep, 'oi, it's you im a freak for so no teasing'

'im such a freak for you too baby' he says one hand at the back of my neck stroking sweetly as he places one kiss on the end of my nose and swats my ass with his other hand 'now go clean up and I'll reheat the breakfast...'

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tea-and-toblerones · 6 years

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Hands In Your Hair - A Slightly Steamy Blurb

Just a short blurb that sorta just came to me Sunday afternoon and I just couldn't get it out of my head. So from my brain to yours... Enjoy.

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He always loved to watch himself fuck you.

It was something you noticed fairly early on. Those blue-grey eyes always seemed to be locked on his member that was steadily pumping in and out of you. His brow furrowed in concentration and perhaps even exertion. His copper locks plastered to his forehead in a glorious curled mess. When his bottom lip wasn’t tucked between his teeth, muttered ‘Jesus Christ baby’s’ and “you feel so fucking good’s” tumbled out which always made your stomach flutter. Without fail though, it was like he could feel your eyes on him since his gaze always met yours. The first couple times he noticed you caught him, he looked almost guilty. A slightly crooked smile would flash across his face, his eyes never wandering from yours. Over time that sheepish grin turned into a devilish smirk. You never really understood his fascination with watching himself sink into you until you caught the reflection of him taking you from behind in a window one evening. The way his strong hands held your hips steady, the way his hip moved, his head tossed back and as much as it surprised you, the way you looked as he fucked you. Your ass shoved up against him, your chest pressed against the mattress. Sometimes, his rough hands would run down your back causing you to shudder, before his hand would wrap around your hair, pulling you up to your hands and knees.

Even when he was rough, there was always a sort of caring gentleness about it. The nights where the sound of skin on skin, your screams and his grunts were the only noises cutting through the air. Even when he scratched at your back, he made sure it wasn’t enough to leave lasting marks, usually faded or in the process of fading by the time you were done. When he tentatively asked if he could smack your ass during you were expecting a stinging slap, yet what you got was the perfect amount of force that spurred you on. His trail of love bites from you neck, to your breasts, then side, coming to an end on your thighs never left teeth mark, no matter how much those eyes gleamed with sexual depravity.

He would never ask if you “liked that baby” or “does it feel good” he always knew just by how your body moved. His questions were usually composed of “are you doing okay” or “are you sure about this” when trying something new or something he may think was out of your comfort zone. You used to scoff at those things, thinking they were lame or would be a turnoff but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

There was a fierce chemistry between the two of you. His hands would roam across your body, sometimes it would be his hands sliding up your legs, or brushing little circles with his thumbs on your hips. Other times it would his finger tips trailing across your stomach, just to watch you shiver. Sometimes he gripped you tight, his fingertips sinking into your flesh, other times he just kneaded it.

Once it was all said and done and you feel like you couldn’t move a single muscle and yet, feel like you could float away, he scoops you up in his arms and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. He’s never once just rolled over and fallen asleep. He’s always made sure you felt pampered and cared for before he’d even think about falling asleep. His hand guiding your head to his multicolored chest, his fingers toying with your hair until one of you drifted off.

Nobody’s perfect but he comes pretty close.

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becuzpurple · 5 years

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Chapter 25, pt. 2 - Bailey’s & Ice Cream

(chapter 25, part 1 - Fragile)

My heart was pounding wildly, and I felt short of breath and nauseous. I definitely couldn’t drive yet. I took some deep, measured breaths until my breathing and heart rate regulated somewhat, but I was still sick to my stomach, and I couldn’t stop crying.

I wanted to go home, but the house was empty, and I knew being alone in my state was probably a bad idea. I needed a friend. Jen was working a late shift, but I knew Izzy was home, so I called her once I trusted my voice to work more or less properly.

“Hello?”

“Iz…?” My voice cracked on just that one tiny syllable.

“Kate? What’s wrong?”

“I…I just fucked up really bad with Ed.”

“Oh, shit, what happened?”

“It’s, um, a long story. Do you think....can you come over?”

“Of course! You’re at home?”

“Not yet, I’m in my car...at his hotel. But I’m going home now.”

“Well, wait, are you alright to drive? You sound really upset-“

“-No...yeah, I’m OK. It’s just a 5 minute ride.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll leave as soon as I’m off the phone. I’ll be fine.”

“OK, if you’re sure...I can be there in 15 minutes.”

“Thank-you, Iz.”

“Of course, sweetie, I’ll see you in a few. Be careful.”

“I will.”

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I'd just finished changing into my comfy, oversized sweatshirt and flannel pants when Izzy arrived. As soon as I opened the door the tears came again, and she swallowed me up in a gigantic hug.

“Oh, honey.”

“Iz, it’s so bad. I fucked everything up.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. C’mon, and tell me everything.” She tilted her head towards the kitchen, and headed there as if she owned the place. I followed behind.

“Sit,” she directed me, indicating the breakfast bar stools.

I did as she shed her jacket and purse before tearing through my fridge and cabinets, pulling out various provisions. She soon set down bowls of ice cream and some tall glass tumblers of Bailey’s Irish Cream for each of us before finally sitting herself down across from me.

“OK, now I think we’re set, no?”

“You’re amazing, Iz.”

“Nah, I’m just a little bossy. And hungry. You always have the best snacks, anyway,” she shrugged. “And it’s good comfort food. But, anyway...what happened, honey?”

Before I could begin telling her anything, my text notifications started going off. I knew it was him, but instead of checking it I just stared at my phone on the counter in front of me, much like a deer in headlights.

“You gonna look at that?”

“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Not yet.”

“OK.”

So, amidst gorging myself on ice cream and Bailey’s, I told Izzy how I let my stupid head and its stupid fears and anxieties run amok, and how I said things to Ed that I didn’t even mean.

“I know you love him.”

“So. Much.”

“You want to stay together, right?”

I nodded. No question. “If he’ll still have me after...this.”

“Honey, you guys had a fight. It happens. You’ll work it out.”

“Yeah, it’s just there are so many things to work out. It’s...overwhelming, sometimes.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like, we live in different countries. My family, my life...are here. He has very solid roots there. And there’s his career...I don’t know how to do any of this.”

Izzy nodded. “I get what you’re saying, but...these seem like things the two of you can work out together, no? You could maybe split your time? Part-time here and part-time there? It would definitely take some compromise, but I don’t think it’s insurmountable?”

I shrugged. She made it sound quite reasonable. “Yeah, I guess maybe.”

“You both have a lot to talk about.” She paused and gave me a thoughtful glance. “I do have a question, though. You said he was talking about family? ‘Wanting to be a part of your family’, you said?”

"Yep,” I took a healthy slug of my Bailey’s, mentally bracing myself. Which is ridiculous, since it was Izzy I was talking with, and not even Ed.

“Like, what did he mean by that? Does he...is he talking about getting married?”

Good question.

“I don’t know...he didn’t use those words. But he said when he imagines the future, it…he sees us all together as a family - he and I, and Nate and Lucy…and…”

“And...?”

“Yeah. And...our kids.”

Izzy’s big brown, almond-shaped eyes grew wider at that. “Your... you mean, like, yours and his?”

“Yeah, pretty sure.”

“Holy shit?”

“I know!”

“That’s...is that something you guys have already talked about, then? Having kids?”

“No,” I shook my head. “We haven’t really talked about the future at all. God, this is nuts, isn’t it?” I pressed my fingertips to my temples, but then decided some more alcohol might do me better, and took a generous gulp of my drink.

“OK, so, what do you think about this? I mean...you haven’t really known each other that long.”

“I know, but…it feels like we’ve known each other forever...it was like we already knew each other when we met. This is hard to explain, but the idea of us being a family? Isn’t exactly what’s freaking me out - at least not that much. And I know that sounds crazy, but, I don’t know…” I shrugged. “It’s the ‘having more kids’ part…that…that’s where my anxiety kicks in, I think.”

“You don’t want any more?”

“No, actually I do - I’d...I would love that.”

She looked a little shocked. I couldn’t blame her - I knew how it sounded.

“Wow. That’s…that’s amazing! Really?”

I felt my face flushing. “Yeah,” I shrugged, and fleetingly wondered if some more cold ice cream might stop my cheeks from pinkening any further.

"OK, so then if you think you’re both on the same page about that, then what’s worrying you?”

“Right.” I exhaled, lowering my gaze to my half-filled glass of Irish cream, and then I poured it over the rest of my mint chocolate chip ice cream. Because this particular topic was an old wound, and it still made me feel pretty bad. At least I loved Bailey’s on my ice cream. But it didn’t really help.

“What is is, Kate?”

“I, um...I’ve never really talked about this with anyone besides Jay.” I shrugged and sighed a humorless laugh - I was so anxious about this. “So, I don’t think…well, I don’t know...if I can have any more kids. We tried to have more for years…and, well, I had a few miscarriages, but…” I slowly shook my head, finally raising my eyes up to meet hers.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I had no idea?”

“Yeah, we didn’t really talk about it with anyone.”

“So...you’re worried about how Ed will take that?”

“Yeah. He really wants kids...if anyone was born to be a dad, it’s him, right? I...I’d just really hate to put him in a situation where he couldn’t do that. And what if he becomes resentful over it, or leaves me? I couldn’t...I wouldn’t handle that well. And I’m not getting any younger, either…so, I might be out of time to get this figured out.”

“Whoa, OK. First of all...what are you talking about ‘out of time’? Hello, you’re in your 30’s, and you’re healthy. And second...are you seriously pushing him away because he maybe might want to marry you, but you’re worried he’ll change his mind because you might not be able to have any more kids...but you don’t know that for sure? And he doesn’t even know any of this, does he?”

“Well…no? But I…um, I did tell him he’d probably be better off with someone else who’s younger.”

“You did not?! Katie, what?? Why?”

“I don’t know?! It seemed to make sense at the time?”

“That…that’s kind of really unfair to him. He has no idea where that was coming from, does he? You have to talk to him, tell him everything, and then the two of you need to figure this out together - you can’t decide for him. And for what it’s worth, I can’t imagine him hinging your entire relationship on a...a non-existent child, anyway.”

My text notifications started pinging again just then, and I finally caved and picked up my phone. And then I felt even worse.

I looked up at Izzy to find her watching me curiously.

“He’s worried about me…and I’ve been ignoring him. God, why am I so horrible??”

“No, you’re not horrible, you just need some time to work out a few things.”

“I should answer him…”

She shrugged and nodded, agreeing.

A few minutes later I took a breath and looked up at Izzy, wide-eyed and feeling a nervous wreck all over again.

“He’s coming over.”

“That’s good.”

“I’m...ughh, I’m a disaster, Iz. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m acting like a crazy person, pushing him away when I really want to do the exact opposite. I’m...overwhelmed.”

“That’s completely fair, honey. Just remember that he loves you and wants you to be happy. But you have to be totally honest with him about everything, ok?”

“OK.” I rubbed my temples, still so uncertain. “He’s flying back home tomorrow.”

“Ohhhh, shit. Well, then it’s good you guys are going to talk now.” She stood. “I will get out of your hair before he gets here.”

I walked with her to the door and thanked her for coming over.

“That’s what friends do, Katie. It’s going to be ok.”

We hugged, and I promised to call her the next day to let her know how I’m doing...how we’re doing. I really hoped I’d have some good news to give her.

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Sorry there’s no Ed in this one - I promise he’s all over part 3, though (which is about 2/3 done)!

I’d love to know your thoughts on this, and to know that it’s at least being read, so hit those like and reblog buttons, and send me those Asks! Feedback is love!

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sippin-on-red-wine · 6 years

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Frenzy | A One-Shot

Title: Frenzy Author: @sippin-on-red-wine Rating: Mature Word Count: 6,241 (Get Cozy) Author’s Note: Another one-shot born from a few different requests. If this was your request and I satisfied your, um, needs… drop me a line!

As always, feedback of any kind is appreciated. It really inspires your girl here!

You cursed under your breath as you collected your luggage from the carousel, angrily wheeling it out toward the airport entrance in hopes of flagging a cab.

Your flights had been delayed due to bad weather. You were supposed to be here hours ago, should have had plenty of time to get to Ed’s New York flat and get… reacquainted before needing to head out to this party. You had called and spoken to him during your layover and he had genuinely pouted into the phone – you’d been apart for quite some time, and you were both bursting at the seams to be together again. He insisted you skip the party, then, and just take the night to yourselves. But she was one of his best friends, and you knew Ed would regret not going. “Baby,” you had told him, “We’ve got a little more than two weeks together once I get there. Just go to the party and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can, okay?” And after a little more convincing, and a hint at all the hot hanky panky you’d have for the next two weeks, he reluctantly agreed.

So here you were, wheeling your baggage through the crowded airport, desperate for a quick shower and a bite to eat. You hail a cab and travel to Ed’s flat, the one he keeps for when he’s here in the city. You’ve got your own key, and so you let yourself in; exhausted, starving, and feeling a little dead inside from having spent the entire day sitting around airports instead of in Ed’s arms.

You drop all your bags in the foyer of the modern apartment. You fell in love with the space the first time Ed brought you here - it had that cool, trendy vibe, but it wasn’t all whites and grays and metals (like most ‘modern’ interiors. It was warm, earthy tones - some wood and brick, yes, but soft textiles thrown in as well, and beautiful artwork adorning every surface (thanks to Ed’s father). There was a massive stone fireplace in the living area, yellow-toned lighting in every room and the overall effect was quite cozy.

Making a beeline for the fridge (need food), you find that Ed had taken the time to stock all of your favorites: you find several bottles of your favorite Rosé chilling; different cheeses, cherry tomatoes, grapes & strawberries. You pull out a little of everything, including the wine, and get to work making a quick snack plate that you plan to devour as you get ready for the party.

You kick off your jeans, abandoning them on the floor in the kitchen, making a mental note to pick them back up before you head out. Ed had the apartment cleaned spotlessly. Your heart kind of swells, beating down the grumpiness you’ve been holding onto from a frustrating day of traveling. You picture him, gathering up your favorite foods and wine, meticulously cleaning up the apartment, excited for your arrival.

It’s been weeks since you’ve held that sexy, sweet man in your arms. Fuck the snacks, need to get my ass in gear, you muse as you head into the master bedroom’s walk-in closet. You have a small wardrobe here, and so you quickly browse through for something to wear to the party. Your slightly sour attitude has you favoring something sassy; so you opt for an old rock band t-shirt dress, a black choker, distressed denim jacket and these gorgeous over-the-knee boots in a deep crimson color. You head into the bathroom, throwing on a winged eyeliner and a nude lipstick. You toss your long hair up into a high pony and your look is complete.

PING! Your cell goes off. It’s Ed, of course, checking in on your whereabouts.

*If you’re not here by midnight, I’m coming home. I turn into a pumpkin at midnight. I already have pumpkin-coloured hair so let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Love you x

You chuckle, grabbing a handful of grapes left from your snack plate and head toward the elevator. Down, down, down to ground level and you’re hailing a cab. “Greenwich Hotel, please,” you tell the driver as you pull your phone out to tap back a response to Ed. You reconsider, however, deleting the message and opting for the element of surprise.

The ride over to the Greenwich gives you time to catch your breath for what feels like the first time all day. You sigh as you watch the blur of storefronts and streetlights and people littering the sidewalks. Butterflies float in your tummy at the thought of seeing Ed again. Personally, you would have preferred to spend your first night back in town at home, alone, with him. With little to no clothing involved.

But alas, your cab is pulling up in front of the corner brick building that is the Greenich Hotel. You tip generously as you exit, spilling out onto the New York street. You quickly nip into the hotel, giving your name to the PR person handling the event, and are whisked into the elevator and up to the seventh (and top) floor.

It’s really beautiful, all arched doorways and glass-pane partitions. The space is large, but flows well; it must be the entire expanse of this floor? There’s a courtyard set in the center of the floor, large stone arch ways lining the perimeter. And that’s where you spot Ed, he’s sort of hard to miss after all. You saunter through one of the arches onto the little terrace; paved with large flat stones, ivy crawling up the cream colored brick. There are strings of lights out here, the terrace peppered with idyllic mis-matched patio furniture.

Ed is talking BIG with his hands, obviously excited about whatever the topic of choice is. You don’t recognize the man he’s engaged in conversation with, though many of the other party guests have already caught your eye, various musicians and Hollywood-types. You do nothing more than shrug a shoulder at them, though – you’ve found your target. You lean up against the brick for a minute or so, just admiring him from afar. He’s got on a gorgeous blue button-up plaid shirt, the top two buttons are undone, and you can just see the lion tat on his chest peeking through. His hair is long, almost too long – and he’s got the scruffy face to match. His sleeves are cuffed back on his forearms a bit, and he’s got a highball glass in his hand.

It’s perfect timing, the conversation seems to be dying down a bit, and you choose that moment to walk stealthily up behind him. The man he’s talking to sees you coming, and does you a solid by not acknowledging your presence.

You smell him before he’s technically within your reach, that familiar scent of his favorite cologne wafting up and tickling your senses. You pause for a beat to revel in the scent, and some of the memories associated with it. It’s so indelibly Ed.

Your hands connect with his hips as you tuck your head up behind his right ear and whisper, “Hi baby,” and you expect him to jump out of his skin a bit, but it’s almost like his body instinctively knows your touch, knew it before your hands were even technically on him. He spins around, pulling you into an embrace, his bewitching blue eyes affixed on your face, drinking you in.

He releases you briefly, extending a hand out to the man he was talking to before. “Sorry, mate, can we catch up in a bit?” and of the man has a twinkle in his eye as he responds, “Of course,” before patting Ed on the shoulder and walking away.

Ed sets his cocktail down on a nearby bench and holds his hands out to clasp yours, drawing you into his body. His hands push down your back until they rest on your ass, yours naturally go up and around his neck as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“I’ve missed you, love,” he purrs into your ear when your lips finally break apart. “And may I say? You look good enough to eat.”

Is your golden boy complimenting your appearance, or prefacing the sexy times to come? Both, you decide, as you flash him a dazzling smile and ruffle your hands through his fluffy curls.

“Looking pretty dapper, yourself, Teddy.” You reply, tugging gently on the few inches of his shirt that are agape at the top. He knows full-well how much you love when he wears his shirt like this; maybe because you’ve told him so - oh, maybe about a hundred times? You’re thinking it’s by no accident that he’s dressed himself that way tonight.

“I see you stopped at home to change?” he asks, and your heart flutters at the word home. He’d had the apartment before the two of you have even met, but he just drops the word so nonchalantly, like of course it’s your home, too. “Those boots look much more impressive on these legs than they do sitting on the shelf, I must say,” his hands running over the divide where flesh meets suede, a few inches above your knees.

“Why, thank you. And yes, I tornado-ripped through the apartment quickly – sorry, I’ve just remembered that I left my pants on the kitchen floor,” you say with a frown, upset with yourself that you’d mussed the flat up after he had painstakingly made everything perfect for you.

A blonde eyebrow cocks up on his face, sudden interest blooming over his features. “You took your pants off in the kitchen? Without me?”

You laugh, reaching up to push a stray cinnamon-gold tendril from his forehead, his hands still openly grabbing your ass. “You’ve nothing to be jealous about Teddy, I just needed some snacks and a quick gulp of Rosé – thank you, for those, by the way.”

“Anything for my girl,” he says with a sly grin before lowering his lips down to yours again. “Can I get you something to drink?”

You nod, and he leads you by the hand over to the long bar that lines one of the oak shiplapped walls, crossing under the big stone archway again.

He catches the bartender’s eye right away, and he quickly orders two vodka-sodas, one with lime – “EXTRA lime for the lady, please!” He exclaims, and you can’t help but beam. The travel delays and irritation and exhaustion all flood away. He cherishes you, there’s no other word for it. You wonder what you did to deserve someone like him.

Your bodies are angled into each other’s as you wait at the bar for your drinks. Ed’s leaning on his left elbow, while his right hand rests firmly on your hip.

“So glad you’re here, love.” He says, daydream-like.

You lean into his body, acutely aware of your breasts pressing into his chest, and you leave a soft kiss on his cheek. “Me, too, baby.”

You collect your drinks and walk away from the bar. Ed falls behind you and you can practically feel his eyes drinking in your appearance. And to be honest, you are feeling yourself tonight. Kind of surprising given the day you’ve had, not to mention that you kind of just… whipped everything together, slapped on some eyeliner and tugged your hair up into a ponytail. Must be the boots, you muse, and walk out to the dance floor.

Ed trails closely behind you as you weave in and around some of the partygoers to get to the center of the crowd, thick bass pumping in the air all around you. You take a long swallow of your vodka-soda, and spin around to face him. You feel like he may regret the drink he’s currently holding, because it means he can only get one hand on you properly. But he makes the best of it, pulling your waist in with his free hand, your legs intertwining with his so that his left leg is tucked neatly between both of your boot-clad ones as your hand floats to his lower back to hold him extra close.

Your hips are pressed together, swaying in time with the music. Ed tilts his head down to yours until you are forehead-to-forehead, and you want to close the rest of the distance and place your lips on his – but you resist. His hold on your lower back drops a little further south, Ed grabs a handful of your booty as he pushes your pelvis in even closer to his body and your t-shirt dress rides up a bit until your lace panties are pressing up against the rough denim of his thigh and oh, holy shit your clit is grinding against him.

Does he realize? Was that intentional? You’re not sure, until you see the sly grin paint across his face. “Feel good?” he mouths at you, the loud dance music drowning out any chance of hearing his voice. You nod, both arms wrapped around his waist as you press yourself into his thigh, the delicious friction building a fire low in your belly. To anyone else, it just looks like you’re dancing.

You feel his erection press into your left thigh and God, how you wish you were somewhere private right now.

But you’re far from that, literally surrounded by sweaty bodies on all sides. Ed’s strawberry lips are parted, his eyes transfixed on your face as he watches for your reaction. You try not to give anything away – you don’t think anyone would notice, but still…

The song changes, but the beat stays the same, and Ed’s hand on your ass encourages you to ride the hell out of his thigh, you can feel your lace panties dampen, feel the course denim through the mesh parts of them, you’re rubbing your clit against his leg, up and down, up and down. You bite your bottom lip, glancing down at his thigh between your legs, the hem of your dress pushed up slightly as you see just a tiny glimpse of your panties, the point of action, the epicenter of the pleasure that’s coursing through you right now. It had been WEEKS since you had felt his touch – maybe if it hadn’t, you wouldn’t be close to climaxing right here on the dance floor, in the center of the crowd.

But, alas - you are. And Ed knows it, he can read it on your face, in your body language, the tension in your torso where he’s got an arm wrapped around. You snake your left hand up to the bit of flesh peeking out where his top buttons are undone, lightly scratching over the lions mane as you keep grinding onto him, the sensations making you a bit dizzy. You root your hand in the dampened curls at the nape of his neck, pulling his head down slightly so that your lips are pressed to his ears and you still nearly have to shout for him to hear, “Gonna come, Teddy.”

But the message is bright & clear, his mouth pressed to your ear as well, and his hand helps rock your body against his in just the right rhythm, until you’re climbing – your legs go fuzzy and you suck in a sharp breath and hold it there, frantically grinding against him for those last few delicious seconds until it all come crashing down and you can’t help but cry out, into his ear, the sound going unnoticed by all those around you.

He takes your jaw in his hand and pulls your lips to his mouth, his tongue pushing in, cold from the ice in his cocktail. He kisses you slowly, helping you come down from your naughty high. When your lips pull apart, his twist up into a very smug-looking grin. He’s clearly pleased with himself.

You finish out that song on the dance floor, blissed-out to the max, before he takes you by the hand and leads you away, back outside to the courtyard, under the strings of yellow lights.

However risky and naughty that orgasm was, it doesn’t offer you much relief. You’d like to get your hands on his bare skin, trace the edges of his tattoos one by one until he’s begging you for more. Poor boy, you think as you realize his erection is still evident behind the fly of his jeans, even with as little light as there is out here. You’re thinking that, at this point, it shouldn’t take much convincing for you two to get the hell out of here and get properly reacquainted.

But your plan is thwarted as you pass a group of six or seven people, gathered around a bar-height table, a deep stone ledge surrounding the glass rectangle filled with those glass fire-stones, flames flickering and dancing over them. They call out to Ed, “Hey! Come have a drink with us!” and he glances sideways at you, as if to say, “Just for a minute?”

You join them at the table, Ed offering you the last barstool. You politely decline, insisting you’d rather stand – but you’ve got other ideas in mind. You sidle up to the little bar and Ed introduces you to everyone there, though you recognize a few. He stands just behind you, wrapping his arm around your body to keep you pressed close to him. The group was previously engrossed in a deep conversation about some new movie that’s coming out, and you try to look interested and engaged in the conversation… which is a hard thing to do when all you can picture is the way Ed’s hair will be peeking out between your thighs later…..

You discreetly tuck a hand down behind you, shielded from view by the height of the bar and cup his erection, which has not lost any momentum since leaving the dance floor behind. You give him a decent squeeze and he’s mid-sentence, talking about what’s-his-face in the upcoming whatever-movie-it-is. Ed literally gulps in the middle of a word, but recovers quickly.

You step out in front of him, wedging your ass up against his groin, kind of pushing back on him. Someone at the other end of the table is talking now, the attention shifted down that way, and Ed just takes a moment to wrap both arms around you and breathe softly into your hair as he subtly pushes his erection up against your ass…

“Why don’t you say we get out of here, love?”

In reality, the apartment was a short cab ride away. But in your current state, reunited after weeks and having had a naughty moment in a very public place, the cab ride feels like a LIFETIME.

You wanted to straddle the hell out of him in the backseat of the taxi, but you were both showing a miraculous amount of will-power. You’re scooched apart as far as you can be, both of you pressing your bodies up against the doors on either side.

“I’m sorry you had a bad travel day, lovey,” he murmurs, the hormonal need just dripping off of him.

“Worth it, Teddy….”

“Are you terribly tired?”

“Not. In. The. Slightest.”

“Good… I’ve got big plans to celebrate your homecoming,” he reaches out to trail his fingers down your thigh. “All. Night. Long, baby.”

Ed seems awfully distracted by your hand, currently tucked down the front of his pants, squeezing and stroking his erection over top of his boxer briefs as he’s fuddling with the lock on the door, trying at least three different keys before finally getting the right one.

You’re no more than barely inside when Ed kicks the door shut behind him and immediately drops to the floor in front of you, ripping your panties down from under your dress.

He’s backed you up against the wall, nudging himself between your boot-clad legs before he dives into your pussy, sucking on your lips and nudging your clit with his nose as you literally gasp for air, shaky on your feet, and you try to sound convincing as you mutter, “Take me to bed, Teddy.”

But apparently, he’s got other plans.

“Not yet, sweetheart… but I will fuck you on every surface of this damn apartment on the WAY to bed.”

Oh.

He’s up on his feet, shedding his jeans before he spins you around by the shoulders. “Hands on the wall, spread these thighs for me, love….” his voice is low and husky know and sounds low-key dangerous.

But you do exactly as he says, fingers splayed out on the wall, legs spread apart and you push your ass out toward him as he bunches your dress up around your waist and without any warning, he’s there, his stiff cock aligning with your entrance and pushing in - no foreplay, no lead-up (unless you count the last couple of hours at the party, which you do).

“Ed!” you cry out as he shifts all the way inside of you, you’re up on your tiptoes and his hands are grabbing at the flesh of that place where hips-meet-ass and he rocks up inside of you, grunting and groaning. “Fuck me, baby,” you spit.

He takes your words to heart, thrusting more vigorously up into you and he smacks your ass. “Like this, baby girl?” he asks, and you just moan in reply.

A few strokes later and he pulls out, turning you back to face him. His eyes are laser focused on your face and you reach for him, pulling him into a kiss as he grabs two handfuls of ass and hoists you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him for stability as he carries you into the living room.

He sets you down, flipping you back around and bending you over the back of the sofa, lining up again with your slick entrance before he thrusts his cock up inside of you. You reach down and brace yourself on the couch cushions as he finds his rhythm, those sexy-as-hell growly moans falling from his mouth again almost instantly.

“So tight for me, love…”

You spy the high-back chair with matching ottoman at the other side of the room and a brilliant idea blooms in your mind.

“Teddy? Can we…?” You ask, pointing over to the chair. He tucks a hand over your stomach and pulls you back upright, pulling out of your wet pussy as he growls his approval at you.

You cross the room and shift the ottoman, turning it sideways lengthwise, and pushing it up to the edge of the chair. You push Ed down onto the little makeshift bed so that he’s lying flat on his back, the ottoman supporting his body from his ass and up, his feet flat on the floor.

“C’mere, baby….” He coos, slipping his fingers into yours as you straddle him, reaching down to grip his thick cock, guiding it into you. You sink down on him, taking him in slowly, his mouth spewing soft little ahhs and mmms as you start to raise and lower yourself off of him, your feet both planted firmly on the floor.

While his jeans were shed in the hallway, he’s still got his damn button-up shirt on. Must fix that.

Ed has been manhandling you this whole time and so you figure it’s time for a little payback. You sink down on his shaft, rocking and tilting your hips as you rip his shirt open - little buttons popping off and flying in either direction, the look on Ed’s face is just ace as soon as he realizes what you’ve done. He approves.

His chest is fully exposed now and you celebrate by lightly dragging your nails down his entire torso. He grabs at your hips once again to get you back into your rhythm, which you find in no time. You’re coming down on him pretty hard, and the sounds of skin colliding with skin and breaths and moans fill the room and echo off the walls.

You find your pace and really get in tune with it, your bodies working in perfect synchronization as you revel in the feeling of being in control – and being filled to the brim. It’s exactly what you’ve been craving after all these weeks apart, and the slow burn of the night at the party. Your confidence is soaring.

“Do you like it when I ride you like this, Teddy?”

“Jesus – fuck, yes,” he pants out.

“Tell me.”

“…feels so fucking good, baby girl…”

His words encourage you and you increase your speed, leaning down into your hands which are placed on his chest, right over the great lion in all his beauty.

Ed’s holding his breath, his eyes are closed, “w-wait, slower, slow down, I don’t … wanna… not yet,” he’s gasping, trying to fight off his impending orgasm.

“Just come for me, Teddy.”

“Not – yet –,” he insists, and his hands on your hips are actually trying to slow you down now. But you’ve already gotten one orgasm tonight, and poor Ed has been on edge all evening. After being away from each other for a few weeks, you were certain he really needed that release.

And so you push his hands away from you, pinning his arms back like he does so often to you, your small hands holding down his biceps are surely no true strength-match, but it gets the point across that you have no intentions of slowing and the realization spreads over his face and it’s not but four or five thrusts later and he’s crying out your name, pushing his hips up into you as hard as he can.

You slow your movements, releasing his arms and he immediately reaches for you and draws you down into his chest. You’re both breathing heavily, and Ed pulls your t-shirt up further so that a bit of your belly is exposed and you’re pressing skin-to-skin as he kisses your forehead.

“Love, I’m sorry, I thought I could hold out longer…”

“Shhh, Teddy, it’s –”

“It’s not ‘OK’, I didn’t even get you off yet,” he grumbles.

“I already did, earlier, at the party,” you protest.

“You deserve better than that, love… come on, let’s go to bed, I’ve got something for you…”

Ed sits you down on the edge of the bed, kneeling on the ground before you as he unzips each of your tall boots, peeling them away and freeing your legs. He laughs at your Mickey Mouse socks, “You goof,” he chuckles before he takes each of those off, too. He shrugs off his button up shirt - what’s left of it, anyway. He rises up from the floor, grabbing at the hem of your t-shirt dress and lifting it up and over your head, discarding it casually on the plush carpeting. Another quick beat passes and he’s unclasped your bra, unthreading it from your arms.

“Go on then, get up on the bed properly, love. Get comfy,” he gives you a peck on the forehead and you scoot up to the center of the bed, tons of pillows propping you up. Ed adjusts the lighting, keeping it pretty dim, and disappears briefly into the walk-in closet (giving you a great view of his little round tush).

He comes back holding a little black box and you start to get butterflies low in your belly. Is that…?

Ed crawls up toward you on the bed, black satin box in tow.

“Come here, kitten,” he sets the box down and lowers his body onto yours, his lips finding your mouth and leaving a soft, sensual kiss there as his hand runs down your stomach, over your hip bones, trailing over your slit before he sinks a single finger inside. “Can I play with you?” He asks, that signature smirk on his face.

“Ya-huh,” it pops out of your mouth before you realize it’s probably not the sexiest option.

“Excellent,” he sits back on his heels and pulls your pelvis up into his lap so that it’s at an upward angle. You adjust your pillows slightly until you’re perfectly relaxed and comfortable.

He traced the outline of your slit, admiring what is now fully on display for him.

“Look at you, love….” He breathes, just barely loud enough for you to hear. He’s got concentration written all over his face and you lie there, admiring his fluffy mop of hair and the scruff that covers his face so generously, he trims it less often now (per your request).

Ed reaches down to retrieve the little box, pulling out a velvety-looking drawstring bag and a small bottle of an amber-colored liquid.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask.

He tugs open the cinched top and pulls out a vibrator, black soft-touch silicone, maybe about five inches long, the very top curling upwards.

“This is… a.. um, it’s a G-spot toy? It has lots of different settings, and, um, I’ve got this tingly lube stuff you’re supposed to use with it…”

Is he actually blushing?

“Can I use it on you, kitten?”

You bite your lip and nod. Truth is, you’re a little nervous – you’ve only ever used a bullet vibrator on your clit, never something inside. But the thought of Teddy controlling it, essentially fucking you with it…. You don’t quite understand why, but it’s really turning you on.

You hear the click of the little bottle as Ed takes a little on his middle finger, then lowers it down to run up and down your slit. It’s a bit warming, but not too hot – it’s got a nice tingle. He adds a bit more to the tip of the toy, spreading it over it’s smooth length with his hand. When he’s done, he rubs the excess from his hand onto his own shaft which, while not completely erect again (yet), is still quite impressive.

He clicks the vibrator on, the first setting just a low and steady buzz. He runs it over your clit first and it makes you jump a little bit, it’s quite strong. This makes Ed giggle, and he presses down above your mound and whispers, “Easy, darlin’.”

The soft tip of the toy floats down over your glistening slit, as Ed very carefully manipulates the toy.

His eyes are trained on your pink lips, mostly, but he glances up to your face to get the “go-ahead” before he goes in.

You shake your head 'yes’ and he smiles, his eyes fixed on you for your reaction as he lets the toy sink inside of you.

“Feels good, yeah?” He asks, that shit grin still painted across his face as he watches you, the pleasure evident in your face as the vibrations hit you from the inside out.

He’s got it all the way in, now, and that curled tip is pressing firmly on your very front wall. He starts to move the toy, deliriously slowly, letting you get accommodated to the feel of the foreign object.

“Want the next setting, love?”

“Yes, please.”

You’ve piqued his interest, his blonde eyebrow cocking high on his face. You know he’s got a manners thing.

“Good girl….”

He clicks the vibe to the next setting, which is about the same intensity but in low, rolling waves. You watch the flick of his wrist as he begins fucking you with the toy. The friction seems to have activated the lube which is now tingling a bit more intensely.

Each full stroke in has that curved head hitting your front wall with a soft thud, the tip dragging out with each pass.

“Next setting, please…”

He’s quick on the controls, the next speed is an even stronger vibration, this time the pattern is like a bzz, bzzz, bzzzzzz and it’s got your knees quivering a bit, your legs wrapping tighter around Ed’s waist as he fucks you with the toy, staring down explicitly at your pussy as he does so.

Something about watching him, he’s got your hips all pulled up into his lap, his deft fingers handling the vibrator, concentration painted all across his face… it’s really fucking hot, and paired with the vibrations beating on your delicate tissues, the push-and-pull of the toy – you know it’s not going to last too much longer.

And then he goes and backs up, laying your pelvis down flat on the bed as he drops to his tummy in front of you, all propped up on his rainbow arms, and he lowers his mouth to the top of your slit. He’s still fucking your warm, wet hole with the vibe, but you watch as he looks up and locks eyes with you, then drops his tongue to your clit.

Your hips take over, bucking and writhing and squirming under this assault of all your senses. His flattened tongue is warm as he flicks your clit, the head of the toy bumping up against that elusive place, the movement of his bicep as he works the toy in and out of you.

You can’t help but to let the moan escape your lips, tension now building deep down in your belly.

You bring your hands up to your tits, pulling and rubbing on them, brushing your thumbs over your nipples and your moaning gets louder, the slow, constant build growing with each moment that passes.

Ed clicks up to the next speed and you swear, the vibration intensity doubles. Your grab fistfuls of his gorgeous ginger curls, needing to ground yourself somehow before it all gets too overwhelming.

But Ed takes your hair-grabbing as a sign that you want more, need more, and he switches his strategy from flicking to sucking and his lips come down around your clit, sucking at you as the toy vibrates inside, lighting up all your nerve endings on each pass.

Your toes curl and you dig your heels into the mattress, shoving your hips up toward the wiry scruff on his face and you hold your breath for just a brief moment before the warmth is spreading, your thigh muscles contracting, your fingers tugging at his beautiful hair as you fall over the cliff, crying out.

Your orgasm is at its peak when Teddy takes the toy away, and he’s pushing your hip, rolling you onto your side as he sidles up next to you in bed. Your thighs are clamped shut, still riding out the waves of your climax when you feel the thick mushroom head of his cock pressing up against your entrance, his left hand squeezing your breast as he whispers, “Need you, love, that was so fuckin hot…”

“OH, Teddy, yes….”

The toy was nice, and watching Ed control it had been sexy as fuck, but nothing beat the feel of his warm, rigid shaft pressing up and into your body. Especially coupled with this spooning position, all of his skin pressed against yours, the most you had touched all night.

His thrusts were much slower and more deliberate than before, as he kissed and sucked at your neck, breaking away to moan your name or drop a breath in your ear.

“So… fuckin… tight, wet – Fuck,” he was basically just a dirty stream of moans and groans and filthy words in your ear as his cock rocked you from behind, as you arched your back to press your hips to his.

He laces his fingers into yours, and moves your hand down to the warm apex between your legs. He’s moving your fingers, now, tapping over your clit – still sensitive from your orgasm.

“Teddy, no, I can’t – again,”

“Please, baby? Want you to come with me…”

God damnit, you want to give him what he wants. But you honestly don’t think you can, your body is so wrecked and over stimulated right now. You close your eyes and breathe, focusing on his vibrant arm wrapped around you, the feeling of his scruffy beard on your neck as he kisses and licks and sucks and nips at your earlobe, his tight hips fucking you from behind.

“C’mon kitten, one more? Wanna feel you come all over my cock…”

Fuck, you want that, too. His fingers push your fingers down, grinding out little circles over your swollen clit.

“Let me have it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, and you hold your breath, clinging on to that little light at the end of the tunnel, but it just seems so far away, you don’t think you can get there…

But it’s there. And you focus on his rough hand holding your delicate one, pushing your fingers into your own clit and his thick girth inside you and his chest hair pressed against your back and before you know it, a moan is dropping from your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, you feel it, yeah?”

“Mmm, uh-huh,”

“You gonna let me have it, yeah?”

His rhythm is rock-steady, keeping in perfect time, the constant stimulation of his cock and your own fingers building you up.

“Fuck, Teddy….” you whine.

“Come for me, baby,” he instructs before sinking his teeth into your shoulder and who knew, but it’s exactly what you needed, a tiny sting of pain to push you over the edge and your orgasm hits, not as strong as the last one, but it feels good, like relief, and you feel Ed push his hips into yours as he says, “Fuck..fuck..fuck,” as he empties himself into you.

You let a few moments pass, both of your chests heaving as you recover from this intense session. You sigh as Ed brushes your hair back, off your face, pressing a gentle kiss just behind your ear.

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