🌊Corey🌊

Tonight was one of those nights. You were at Smurf's house, a party raging on around you. You were only trying to be nice when you decided to make small talk with Pope. He was Craig's brother, after all.

It wasn't until you saw Craig making his way through the crowd that you knew you had made a mistake. If looks could kill, Pope would be dead on the ground right now. Your shoulders tensed as Craig got closer.

"Babe?" you questioned, but he didn't give you time to say anything more. All Craig did was grab ahold of your hand and begin to pull you down the hall toward his bedroom.

It was difficult to keep up with him, his long legs carrying him down the hall faster than you could easily walk. But that didn't stop him, he'd carry you if he had to.

The second the two of you were in his room, he was on you. He hardly waited for the door to click shut before he had you pressed up against the nearest surface.

"Were you having fun out there?" Craig asked, his voice sounding gruffer than usual. He didn't wait for you to answer before speaking again. "I saw the way he was looking at you… like he had the fucking right…"

Your mouth opened on instinct, ready to argue and shut his worries down, but he stopped you before any words could come out. His lips found yours in a deep, desperate, bruising kiss. A soft moan escaped your lips.

"On the bed now," he ordered before taking a step back.

Quickly, you listened and hurried over to the bed. When you sat down, he simply shook his head.

"No, lay down. Head on the edge," he said as he began to work on his belt.

You didn't argue. Instead, you moved with ease, lying back on the mattress with your head now resting on the very edge of the bed.

Craig's eyes were intense as he finally pushed his jeans and boxers down. You could feel your mouth begin to water at the sight of his aching, hard cock.

"Look at you…" he muttered, the words coming out just above a whisper.

Craig's hand wrapped around his cock as he gave it a couple of slow strokes, purposely teasing you as a low groan escaped him. Slowly, he walked over before tapping the tip against your lips.

"Be a good girl and open," he ordered, which you immediately obeyed.

Craig watched as you opened your mouth wide, allowing him to easily slide into it. A low grunt rumbled in his chest as he watched your lips wrap around the head. The feeling of your tongue expertly running along the shaft already had his eyes beginning to roll back.

He swore he would never get tired of this feeling. Your mouth was like a little piece of heaven that only he had the pleasure of experiencing.

Inch by inch, he watched you take him. He didn't stop when he felt the tip hit the back of your throat or at the sound of your little gag. If anything, that only spurred him on even more.

A low, needy curse came out of his mouth before he ordered you to breathe.

"Breathe, babygirl, come on, take it all," he encouraged, his eyes now dark with desire and possessiveness.

The moment he felt your nose nuzzle against him, he lost it. Now came the real reminder of who you belonged to. Craig's hips began to move, each thrust and grind a reminder that this mouth, this body, and everything about you belonged to him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he moaned loudly, his movements sloppy as he fucked your mouth.

Tears were beginning to trickle down your cheeks, causing your mascara to run. The sight of it had Craig smirking. God, he could get used to this.

Your muffled, garbled moans were like music to Craig's ears. He wanted the entire house to hear. He craved for everyone to be reminded that he was the only one who could make you this cock-hungry.

"Are you going to be a good girl and swallow? Huh?" he asked through clenched teeth. The pleasure was beginning to bubble, his balls tightening as he felt his release about to happen.

"Fuck!" he cried out as his orgasm hit him. He could feel you swallowing it the best you could, some of the cum dribbling down your chin along with some drool. You looked completely fucked and dazed.

A proud smirk appeared on his face as he caught his breath.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were at Smurf's house, a party raging on around you. You were only trying to be nice when you decided to make small talk with Pope. He was Craig's brother, after all.

It wasn't until you saw Craig making his way through the crowd that you knew you had made a mistake. If looks could kill, Pope would be dead on the ground right now. Your shoulders tensed as Craig got closer.

"Babe?" you questioned, but he didn't give you time to say anything more. All Craig did was grab ahold of your hand and begin to pull you down the hall toward his bedroom.

It was difficult to keep up with him, his long legs carrying him down the hall faster than you could easily walk. But that didn't stop him, he'd carry you if he had to.

The second the two of you were in his room, he was on you. He hardly waited for the door to click shut before he had you pressed up against the nearest surface.

"Were you having fun out there?" Craig asked, his voice sounding gruffer than usual. He didn't wait for you to answer before speaking again. "I saw the way he was looking at you… like he had the fucking right…"

Your mouth opened on instinct, ready to argue and shut his worries down, but he stopped you before any words could come out. His lips found yours in a deep, desperate, bruising kiss. A soft moan escaped your lips.

"On the bed now," he ordered before taking a step back.

Quickly, you listened and hurried over to the bed. When you sat down, he simply shook his head.

"No, lay down. Head on the edge," he said as he began to work on his belt.

You didn't argue. Instead, you moved with ease, lying back on the mattress with your head now resting on the very edge of the bed.

Craig's eyes were intense as he finally pushed his jeans and boxers down. You could feel your mouth begin to water at the sight of his aching, hard cock.

"Look at you…" he muttered, the words coming out just above a whisper.

Craig's hand wrapped around his cock as he gave it a couple of slow strokes, purposely teasing you as a low groan escaped him. Slowly, he walked over before tapping the tip against your lips.

"Be a good girl and open," he ordered, which you immediately obeyed.

Craig watched as you opened your mouth wide, allowing him to easily slide into it. A low grunt rumbled in his chest as he watched your lips wrap around the head. The feeling of your tongue expertly running along the shaft already had his eyes beginning to roll back.

He swore he would never get tired of this feeling. Your mouth was like a little piece of heaven that only he had the pleasure of experiencing.

Inch by inch, he watched you take him. He didn't stop when he felt the tip hit the back of your throat or at the sound of your little gag. If anything, that only spurred him on even more.

A low, needy curse came out of his mouth before he ordered you to breathe.

"Breathe, babygirl, come on, take it all," he encouraged, his eyes now dark with desire and possessiveness.

The moment he felt your nose nuzzle against him, he lost it. Now came the real reminder of who you belonged to. Craig's hips began to move, each thrust and grind a reminder that this mouth, this body, and everything about you belonged to him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he moaned loudly, his movements sloppy as he fucked your mouth.

Tears were beginning to trickle down your cheeks, causing your mascara to run. The sight of it had Craig smirking. God, he could get used to this.

Your muffled, garbled moans were like music to Craig's ears. He wanted the entire house to hear. He craved for everyone to be reminded that he was the only one who could make you this cock-hungry.

"Are you going to be a good girl and swallow? Huh?" he asked through clenched teeth. The pleasure was beginning to bubble, his balls tightening as he felt his release about to happen.

"Fuck!" he cried out as his orgasm hit him. He could feel you swallowing it the best you could, some of the cum dribbling down your chin along with some drool. You looked completely fucked and dazed.

A proud smirk appeared on his face as he caught his breath.

PDA with Craig involves constant contact. He’s a toucher and loves touching you. Whether it ls a hand on the small of your back. Arm wrapped around your shoulders. Hands on your waist. He always needs to be touching you in some way.

PDA with Craig also involves a lot of ass groping, even a little slap sometimes.

PDA with Craig involves your hand pulling his hair as he’s kissing you.

PDA with Craig involves you sitting on his lap at parties or even whenever you get the opportunity. His hands running through your hair peppering kisses over your neck and face.

PDA with Craig often involves you sat on his cock. He doesn’t care if anyone realises. “Be still baby.” He will tell you. He will have you sitting on his cock until you’re begging him to fuck you.

PDA with Craig involves lots of sex in public. Especially places you can get caught more easily.

PDA with Craig involves sitting next to each other. His hand on your thigh, slowly slipping under your skirt or shorts to tease you through your panties.

PDA with Craig involves drunken making out at parties, or on the beach.

PDA with Craig involves him happily leaving hickeys all over your neck.

PDA with Craig involves surprisingly soft moments. A walk on the beach people are still around, he will kiss you passionately before telling you how much he loves you. He then pulls you close and just holds you.

even now, at your brother's birthday party in your shared apartment (living costs are rough and you'd much rather live with your sibling than with some random person that might turn out to be a creep), they barely stray from each other's side except to grab new drinks or to find something to snack.

and you're right there as well. having fun with your own few drinks, tipsy enough to enjoy the night to its fullest, sober enough to notice the not so subtle stares anders keeps throwing your way when he thinks you aren't looking. you did wear that new dress you've been wanting to find an excuse for after all.

as the night goes on, it gets clearer and clearer that anders will stay and sleep over, comfortably tipsy after straying from his original plan of being the responsible driver after the one he was supposed to take with him bailed last minute. and simply because you've always known him, have always trusted him, of course you offered for him to sleep in your bed. it's big, it's comfy, and he doesn't have to hold back from drinking.

so with all that alcohol, the exhaustion that sets in at some random point in the night when the social interactions get too much, he should be able to sleep perfectly fine.

and yet he doesn't.

he can hear your brother snoring one room over, can hear the sheets rustling when his boyfriend adjusts in his sleep, and most of all he can hear your little, tired breaths where you're curled up on your side within reaching distance. fuck, he should've thought about his feelings for you before accepting your offer to share the bed. should've at least jacked off in the bathroom before joining you because being this encompassed by your scent and this close to you has his dick almost painfully hard.

you grumble, hike your leg up ever so slightly, notice anders shifting continuously right behind you.

"y'alright?" you mutter out, slurring the words not because you're tipsy (okay, maybe a little tipsy) but because you're half gone into dream land. anders sighs, the alcohol having loosened his tongue just enough for him to turn and face your back where you're snuggled up under the blanket but blinking blearily over your shoulder at him, and whisper lowly so your brother doesn't wake up.

"just... being this close to you always has me fight my need to ruin the friendship between your brother and me." your brows furrow at his reply, mind still a bit too hazy to immediately grasp what he's saying, and he watches on as you turn onto your back and look at him properly.

you don't look disgusted when you realise what he means, and it makes a flicker of hope run through his nervous system. if anything, you look... intrigued.

"and how would you want to ruin it?" you murmur out, eyes flickering to his lips when he licks them. anders just tilts his head.

the sleep still half coursing through your body makes every circle of his fingers over your clothed clit feel incredible, and anders thanks the heavens that you're close enough to just wear a shirt and your underwear to bed with him. every clumsy pass of your hand over his bulge makes him stifle groans, noises of pleasure that he only holds back in fear of waking up your brother and his partner.

god, even just feeling your back pressed to his chest is enough to make him reel, your hand so soft yet firm around his covered shaft more than he ever would've deemed possible. would've actually happened. he tilts his head forwards, looks down to where you're palming his dick, and mutters a quiet "so good for me" into your hair. you whimper softly in return when his hand dips lower and he finds the material of your panties already damp with arousal, drags lower until he can push his fingertips into the fabric separating them from your cunt. fuck, all this for him.

he didn't even notice when he started shallowly thrusting into your hand, but he doesn't care, much rather focusing on the delicious whine you try and muffle in your pillow when he pushes his fingers in more, soaking the crotch of your underwear completely.

he needs more. you need more.

"can you turn on your back for me, baby?" the sweet petname settles warm in your head, and you nod absentmindedly when anders already moves his other arm to help you adjust. you whine when he pulls away his hand - you were just starting to feel the coil begin to tighten - but don't have to wait long or even audibly complain before he crawls up, hovers over you with one forearm by your head and the other by your waist.

"anders-"

"shh, baby, s'alright, i'm here," he promises, keeps that promise when he experimentally rolls his hips down to grind his bulge against your core. your eyes widen, then flutter shut at the pressure when his tip catches on your clit. with every grind, it gets harder for you to stay quiet, and it's not like anders isn't suffering either - you're so warm underneath him, so pliant, so pretty and needy for him that it drives him insane.

the only sounds disturbing the silence are shared breaths, heavy exhales, lips oh so dangerously close to each other while he all out rubs himself on you, gets his briefs and your panties sticky with your arousal and his precum. another pass of his hips, and he grunts lowly.

anders frees his dick from the confines of his briefs between weak and unconvinced "we shouldn't"s and "we can't"s that both of you mindlessly ignore when he drags the already weeping head of his cock over the wet spot on your underwear, spreading the slick to make his thrusts just that much smoother.

his lips finally slot against yours when you whimper a bit too loudly, as his tip catches on your still- fuck, still covered clit, because he really needs to keep you quiet, needs to keep himself from moaning when your hips twitch up into his own on the next grind.

his "just let me do this for a while, baby" gets interrupted by a whine of yours, and anders revels in the sound, in the fact that he's able to pull it from you even with some fabric still in the way. shit, he really needs to change that, needs to feel you proper-

you're ahead of him, hook a finger through the crotch of your panties and pull them to the side so you can feel his dick slide so wetly through your glistening folds, hear the softest squelching sounds already. anders' arm almost buckles at the feeling, and his eyes widen when he can see you clench around nothing at the next rut of his hips. with a hand fisted around the base of his dick and his stare fixed on where you're almost connected, where you should be connected, he rubs the head of his length up and down through your core - from your clit, over your hole, almost down to the other before coming back up again with another pass.

and you're mesmerised, barely register the "we really shouldn't be doing this" you breathe out even as you spread your legs wider and he dips ever so slightly into you, stays still at the sensation. the groan that breaks in his throat makes your walls flutter.

a "please, baby, just the tip" turns into a strangled moan when he pushes in further, turns into a "just- ah! just don't cum inside" and he's finally diving deep, bottoming out with a raspy grunt when you welcome him in so easily, so wet, so tight and hot and perfect.

"jesus, y'were made for me," and he's finally fucking you, finally hearing you moan his name, even if muffled by his lips. finally making you his between thrusts and whispered praises and messy strokes of your tongues. "i'll pull out, i promise baby."

his hips snap into yours almost loud enough to drone out your breathy moans, wet slaps of skin on skin as his sweat drips onto your body just as your fingernails dig into his shoulders and almost slip from his damp skin. any sense of staying quiet fades into the background of your mind when anders is making you feel this amazing, and he also only faintly remembers to swallow your cute noises of pleasure with his lips as they descend back onto yours.

the tension in your abdomen pulls taut when at the next thrust his dick taps against your cervix, any slight pain going ignored when he groans into your mouth and bullies his tongue past your lips, your teeth, finding your own as you swap spit with some of it dribbling down your chin which you really couldn't care less about.

"m'so close-" you drawl out, cock-drunk and desperate to feel the release that was oh so close when it was just his fingers over your panties. anders groans in response, nods weakly before letting his forehead meet yours.

"me too, baby, i'll-" your hips buck up and he whimpers lowly, "-i'll pull out, okay?" you're almost gone, almost tipping over the edge when he only doubles his efforts, shake your head feverishly at his words.

your body twitches once, twice, thighs trembling where they're hitched high around his waist when that pleasure in you finally snaps and drags you under in perfect waves- god, your moans are the prettiest thing he's ever swallowed. and while he promised to pull out, to not cross that last border, how could he when your ankles lock behind his back, when you in your orgasmic haze plead with him to fill you up, to make a mess of you?

it's impossible. he always wanted to give you whatever you asked for, and this is the best thing you could've ever begged of him.

with the way your walls are clenching around him, dragging him further, dragging him under within seconds alongside you, he can only moan your name helplessly and drive into you a few more times before his own high suddenly overwhelms him and he's spilling into you. anders fucks you through your shared climax, through your aftershocks, fucks his cum deep, deeper, until he's sure that you'll feel him drip for days to come.

you're catching your breath, his waist pressed flush to yours to keep his spend inside and not spill a drop, forehead to forehead as realisation dawns on the both of you.

the haze fades slowly but surely, and anders almost feels too nervous to meet your gaze that he can feel on his skin. did he go to far? was it all just an alcohol-induced one time thing? did you not really want any of this and are you horrified of him now? your soft voice pulls him out of his spiral, and he hesitantly opens his eyes. your pupils are still blown wide with desire, and he's sure his aren't really any better.

"did i ruin us?" he breathes out, and your quiet, raspy chuckle takes the rest of his reluctance away.

"if anything, i want to ruin us more."

author's note: so, uhm... i want him? is that obvious?

stay safe and healthy <3