andie 🛒

Still groggy, you stretch just a little, registering how Fraser's whole body is glued to your back, his arm draped heavily over your side. Heat is already pooling between your legs, the steady press of his cock sending sparks up your spine. "good morning baby," you murmur, turning your head on the pillow and leaning back to nose at his cheek, "open those eyes for me, hm?"

Slowly, his blue eyes blink open, mouth parting as he feels you reach back, your warm hand cupping the base of him. "H-hi," he looks up as you roll over, pushing his shoulder back and swinging a leg over his hips. "S-shit, oh fuck," he breathes, sealing his eyes shut again, like he could cum just from the sight of you, his fingers grasping wildly at your hips.

"You were dreaming about me, huh pretty boy?" you ask him, voice soft, sliding your hips over his, the soft cotton of your black panties gliding easily against his tight boxers. “Wanna tell me about it?” You slow your movements and reach down to cup Fraser’s jaw, tilting his face up to look at you and adding, “eyes open.”

Fraser blinks up at you again, obedient as always, his pupils dilated as he scans your face, equal parts eager and submissive. He stammers, trying to get the words out, he knows what you want from him. “I-It was—fuck—you were on your knees,” he starts, blinking rapidly when you start to move again, grinding oh so slowly on his aching cock. “You were on your knees, y-your hair was down and you were sucking me off.”

Hot. You smirk down at him, steadying yourself with your arms on either side of his ribcage and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth before you trail your lips down his bare chest. “What was I wearing?” you ask.

“W-What?

“In the dream, what was I wearing,” you repeat, grabbing his hips while you move your face closer to his bulge. “You remember, don’t you?”

The question hangs in the air as you pull down his waistband, watching his leaking cock spring free. You take the base of him in your hand and give it a few slow strokes, a sly smile toying at your lips. "Come on baby, use your words."

Fraser threads his fingers through your hair like he needs it to ground himself, then sucks in a deep breath and continues. “One of my t-shirts, a-a black one. And panties, t-they were purple.”

“I don’t have purple panties,” you say, scrunching your brow. You lick him from base to tip, pausing to swirl your tongue around the head. “That must’ve been your other bitch,” you tease, pulling off to stroke him slowly.

“I-It was you,” he whines, abs tensing up as he pants, trying so hard not to cum. “Baby, it's always you, every dream I have—” Fraser cries out suddenly, thighs trembling as his cock jerks in your hand, making a mess on himself and the sheets “—ah, ah! Fuck! I‘m sorry, didn’t mean to, I—”

His sentence never finishes, his voice cracking before melting off into something between a moan and a sigh. He deflates, mussed brown hair sticking to his forehead as he finally closes his eyes again, blindly fumbling for your hips.

“How’d it end?” you ask, catching his wrists and guiding his hands towards your body.

He pouts and tugs you down to lay on his chest. “Well, I was trying to take those purple panties off you when I woke up,” he explains, “so close I could almost taste it.”

“Is that right?” You murmur, rolling off his chest and onto your back. “Hmm, that sounds pretty nice, don’t you think?”

“Y-Yeah.” his voice is low and needy, he sits up and reaches towards the nightstand to grab his glasses. He shoves the clear frames on his face, the lenses fogging when he leans down close to your core. “Please, baby, let me taste you?”

Fraser doesn’t wait, he practically whimpers as he pulls your panties down, wasting no time before hiking one of your thighs over his shoulder and hovering his face close to your pussy. He breathes in your scent, letting it out in a sweet little sigh before he dives in, eating you like a starved man. He knows just how to work you, his tongue flicking over your clit while he reaches up to knead your breast, moaning into the heat of you.

You can see how he’s watching you, blue eyes warm but intense, focused solely on your body spread beneath him. It’s not long before the wave of your orgasm crashes over you, your body mirroring the way Fraser’s had trembled mere minutes ago, but your moans were much louder. He doesn’t stop at first either, lapping up your wetness with fervor until you tug him off of you, whining from the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to that,” he groans, his cheek resting against your lower belly. He looks so pretty like this, his cheeks flushed pink as he looks up at you in awe. It’s quiet for a while after that as the two of you take some time to soak in the feeling of each other. He crawls out of bed when the both of you have caught your breath, cleaning himself off and tugging on a fresh pair of boxers. There’s a little smirk on his face when he turns around, tossing you a black t-shirt, just like he’d mentioned. He grabs you by your ankles, dragging your body towards the edge of the bed, and wipes you down with a gentle touch.

The warmth of the mattress pulls you in, you sink back into the pillows and let him do the work for you, sighing wistfully. You feel Fraser lift your legs, sliding a clean pair of panties up past your thighs and murmuring for you to lift your hips. “See, I told you,” he says, pinching your side with no real force. “They’re purple.”

Confused, you look down at the underwear. “Oh my god—” a laugh cuts through your incredulous tone as you sit up, grabbing at his hips, “—these are blue!”

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