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He was the kind of guy you knew better than to mess with. But he was charming nonetheless and that made resisting him harder. You guys talked a few times, you wouldn't call him a friend or anything but you worked on a project together last semester, he was a flirt but harmless.

It felt like you’ve been seeing him more on campus lately. You knew better than to fall for anything he might try and offer. You saw the girls he would hang around, and none looked like you. They were all petite and prissy. They looked like the poster girls for Greek life.

You weren’t built like that, you had curves and a softness to you. Your jeans fit you in all the right places.

None of that should have mattered, you knew your worth but it was always at the back of your head. You knew you weren’t his type, and you wouldn’t be an experiment either.

He sat legs spread on the couch with his boys, They passed a blunt between each other. You just stared back at him not wanting to be the first to break. Even through the clouds of smoke and dancing bodies his eyes stayed on you, and yours on his.

To the left of him was some girl you couldn’t name. She all up on him, leaning into him and whispering something into his ear. You broke the staring contest ya’ll had going on glancing at her. That brought you back to reality.

You weren't gonna compete with any other girl. You shook your head, giving him a once over before walking away. You needed somewhere quiet. You headed up the stairs of the big frat house. You looked around until you found an empty room.

Pushing the door open, you looked around to an office. You weren't sure who the room belonged to but it was empty and semi-quiet. You just needed a break from the booming of the speakers down stairs.

You closed the door behind you looking around examining the room, there were some red solo cups littered from previous people, there was a book case in the corner. You looked around brushing your fingertips across the spines looking for anything interesting.

You didn't find anything so you turned and flopped on the couch. You sighed, resting your head on the back of it, closing your eyes. You’d rest your eyes for 5 minutes to pull yourself together.

You had barely closed them when you heard the door creak. Your head shot up looking to see how it was. There he stood in the doorway, his tall and broad frame filling the space. He just looked down at your place on the couch.

“I was just about to leave.” you spoke first, the tension was too much to handle already and he hadn’t even spoken to you yet.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice low.

“Yeah, I just needed a break from the party. You can have the room I was leaving.” You said hurriedly, as you stood up from the couch to head out the door. You weren't sure why you were explaining yourself to him, it wasn't like you needed to.

He nodded moving closer to you, The scent of smoke and his cologne stuck on him.

“Guess we both did” He said, his voice low, his eyes ran up and down your figure before, they squared in on your eyes.

“I should go”

“Should you?” He questions tilting his head a bit, offering you a grin, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks.

‘Lord help me’ You thought as you looked at him, eyes dancing over his dimple. He was doing that on purpose right?The way he looked was dangerous, criminal almost.

You laughed nervously, fighting the smile creeping on your face. You shouldn’t and you knew better. Maybe it was the drinks or the way he smelled and the look in his eyes. It was like he was lowering all of your inhibitions. Any logic you might’ve had was lost in limbo.

He just looked at you, his eyebrows raised waiting for your decision.

“Okay” You said hesitantly, this was a bad idea but who cares. You’d just talk to him. You headed back to the couch and he followed you. You tried to leave room for him but he sat dangerously close, his legs spread bumping your knee.

He was too close but you didn't say anything, you could feel the warmth radiating off of him and you liked it.

“I don't see you at these parties often” He said, leaning back into the couch. It was casual but his words held weight.

“I don't really like the crowds, it's very loud and my friend usually dips on me” you shrugged, “I usually avoid this kinda thing.”

“I was with my friend but she disappeared.”

“Some friend aint she” he exhaled.

“She gets caught up, this is more her thing. I'm sure she's here somewhere” you said to her defense. In reality..? She was either in one of these rooms with some guy or long left with a random person.

“Lucky for me then, I get all your attention.” He hummed, leaning a bit closer.

You blinked, you needed something to ground yourself. This conversation was going left fast. You straightened leaning back a bit, needing some distance from his intoxicating smell.

“What are you doing in here anyway, I thought you were with your girlfriend down stairs” you asked, hoping your voice came out firmer than it felt.

He let out a chuckle at your words, “Girlfriend?” His brows raised, shaking his head, “No, that was just some girl who can’t take a hint.”

You hummed, not believing him. “And what about that other girl you were with at the dining hall a couple days ago.”

“So you be watching me, that’s what im getting from this” He huffed out a chuckle at your words.

“I just notice things, that doesn't mean I care.” You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly.

“You’re not very convincing you know that” He smirks tilting his head, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

You swallowed, an attempt at steadying your thoughts. You stared at him, like really looked at him. You felt that pull but you had to shut this down.

“Look,” you said, your voice firmer than before. “I don't know what your deal is, but I don't want any part in it. I'm not trying to be another one of your…whatevers. And I know I'm not your type, so quit playing Cameron.”

He was baffled that you would even suggest you weren't his ”Type.”

“You know I've been looking at your fine ass since we worked together last semester” He said, voice low looking you over. His eyes resting on your exposed thighs for a second too long.

“And those girls don't hold a candle to you, you know that.”

You felt you boy heat up, it was half from irritation the other was from the buzz his words brought you. ”I’m serious,” you held his gaze trying to make him understand. “I’m not trying to play…whatever game you think this is.”

“Im deadass serious” He said, his playful tone not as apparent in his words now.

“I don't know,” He shrugs, “if you can't handle it, just say that.” He says, leaning forward. It was almost like he was challenging you.

You blinked, almost offended that he would suggest that. “Boy you know it's the other way around” you laugh. “You wouldn't know what to do with me.” You shook your head, teasingly.

“Really,” His smirk returned, dimples flashing. “I'm sure I could handle you just fine.” His voice was low, and his breath was fanning over your face. You weren't sure when he had got this close, but you were starting to not mind.

“Is that so?”

“I know it is.” He said definitely, way too confident in himself.

He didn’t say anything else, he leaned in until his breath was ghosting over your lips. He gave you the opportunity to pull away if you wanted. You weren't gonna fight it anymore, you closed the gap sealing your lips to his. He immediately reacted, His hands moving to grip the side of your jaw the other rested on your thigh.

His lips were firm and possessive on yours, he needed you closer. “Climb on” He breathed against your lips, parting for only a second. He pulled you thigh closer, so you could straddle him.

Cautious you moved, letting him guide you leg over, you hovered, conscious of not putting your full weight on him. He was the one to break the kiss.

“Stop hovering”

“Im not”

“Yes you are” he said his eyes squinted at the lie.

“I'm heavy.” you argued, your tone was playful and you waited for him to match your energy.

But he didn't laugh. His eyes were fixed on you, his hands on your waist.“Why are you treating me like a little boy?” he asked, there was an edge in his tone.

You were caught off guard by his change in tone.

“Im a grown man,” he said, his gaze steady. “Now stop overthinking.”

As he said that he pulled you down so now you were flush on his lap. You braced yourself by resting your hands on his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips, rocking you a bit.

Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel the thickness of his length as your hips slowly rolled against his.

“That’s not so bad is it?” He mumbled.

You tried to reply but your words got caught, you just shook your head. His hand brushed the side of your face, as he pulled you closer to him. Cameron pulled you into a small soft kiss, he pulled away for a second, searching your face for any doubt.

When he saw none he pulled you back in devouring you. Lips traveled to your jaw before moving down to your neck. You tilted your head giving him more access. He kissed, nipped and sucked your neck until he found the spot that made you melt.

“Cam,”You whispered his name, weak at the feeling, he hummed against your pulse, making a mental note of the spot.

He kissed your collarbone and chest before his hands moved to the base of your shirt.

You paused for a moment. Breath still uneven. His eyes stayed on you, they were darked, hungry.

“Can we?”He asked quietly, almost like he was begging for it.

Cameron Cade was acting desperate, over you?

Your pulse peaked but you nodded your head too eagerly, but you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He moved quickly standing up off the couch, you yelped at the unexpected movement, his hands supported under your thighs as your arms and legs wrapped around him. You started to protest but he cut you off.

“My rooms down the hall” He murmured, already moving towards the door. ”And say something else about being heavy again, because you're gonna piss me off.” He said warning you.

That immediately shut you up and turned you on even more.

He walked you into his room, the sounds from the party becoming white noise as he locked his door behind him. He placed you down on your feet. His eyes raking up and down your figure.

“Take this off,” He ordered, tugging at your jacket. You stumbled a step closer, your body flush to his. You shrugged it off your shoulders. He helped you the rest of the way.

His hand ran along your sides, eyes watching the way his hand traced your curves. His hands ran up to the hem of your shirt grabbing the edges and pulling it up. He lowered his voice, “everything else too.”

You lifted your arms as he helped you remove your top. His eyes zeroed in on your lace covered chest. He toyed with the button of your shorts, helping you out of them. His movements weren’t rushed and that made you nervous. Most guys rushed but he was taking his time with you.

You tried not to squirm under his gaze as he took you in. You were so glad you wore a matching set today and not your granny panties.

“This isn't fair you still have clothes on” You whispered, starting to feel self conscious at the look he was giving you.

“You’re right,” he said slowly. “Fix it then.” He said removing his shirt, revealing his toned chest, your eyes flicked down to his happy trail. Before going back up to his eyes. “You got the rest mama.” he said, a smirk on his face.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Reaching your hand out to press it to his stomach. You trailed it down, your hand running over his clothed length, feeling the thickness through the fabric. His hand gripped your hip pulling you closer and taking your lips in a rough kiss. He was eager against you, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. He groaned into the kiss as you palmed his dick. One hand went around your waist pulling you closer, and the other traveled up your stomach and ghosted over your clothed nipple.

He shed his jeans, leaving you both in your underwear. His kisses moved down your neck, and chest. He pulled away pushing you towards his bed until the back of your knees hit it and you fell back.

He pushed you onto your back, leaning his weight over you. His hips moved between your legs, grinding over your clothed core. You whimpered calling his name out, hips rocking up to meet him.

His hand snaked behind your back, you lifted up for him to unclasp your bra. Cameron pulled it off and your nipples hardened from the contact of the cool air. He groaned at the sight of them.

“You're perfect, you know that.” You just looked down at him. As he latched his mouth on your hardened nipple, he sucked and lapped at it. His other hand groped the other, tweaking the nipple between his fingers.

His mouth started to kiss down your stomach. He paused looking up at you, his hand hooking onto the side of your panties.

“You gon’ let me eat this pussy.” He rasped, staring you dead in your eyes waiting for a response.

You nodded, you were so wet you needed him to touch you now.

“Use your words pretty girl come on.”

“Yes, please Cameron.” You whined.

“Yes ma’am” He said smiling as he pulled your panties down, tossing them somewhere. He kissed the inside of your thighs, putting them over his shoulder and placing an opened mouth kiss on your core.

He made out with your pussy, swirling his tongue on your clit and lapping up your juices. You gasped in response, hips bucking up grinding against his face. Your mouth was opened, eyes squeezed shut. His eyes stayed on you as he fucked you with his tounge.

He was relentless, with his attack on your core. The room was filled with the wet sound of his slurping and your moans. Your hands found their way to his head pushing him closer, like it was possible.

You backed arch off the bed, your thighs starting to squeeze shut around his head, He popped the outside of your thigh causing you to yelp.

“Keep those fucking legs open.” Your legs snapped back open. You moaned as he pressed a finger into your entrance. Your legs were trembling, your hands flew to the sheets needing to hold onto something.

“Cameron…I-I’m gonna cum,” you managed to moan out a warning.

“Yeah gimme that shit” He rasped, increasing the speed of his fingers.

You cried out, legs trembling as you came, the intensity leaving you breathless. Cameron gave a long and slow final lick savouring your release, before pulling away slowly.

He hovered over you, brushing hair away from your face. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself.

He freed himself from his boxers, his length springing and hitting his stomach. His body was bare before you, you couldn't help raking your eyes across his body. His lean muscles and the faint trail of hair leading down his stomach to his dick.

“You were talking big shit earlier, you're really quiet right now.” He teases as he rubbed his head on core

“Shut up” You shot him a look, trying not to smile.

“What? I like when you talk back” He laughed under his breath, the sound was low and warm.

“You're stupid.” You mumble, your hands resting on his shoulders, hands raking up the back of his neck resting at his nape.

“Maybe, but you’re still in my bed.” He chuckles, a confident grin in his face as he takes your lips for a quick kiss. “I can't be that bad huh?”

He rubs his tip against your clit, making you release a breath you were holding in. He slid his length down your lips before sliding in, the stretch slow, pulling noises from the back of your throat. He groaned as he went in fully. You were hip to hip and breathless as you adjusted to his size.

“Shit,” He mumbles, your tightness making his eyes fall closed just so he wouldn’t cum on the spot. “You good?” He asked, looking at you before he moved.

All you did was nod, brows furrowed at the pressure.

His hips began to move slowly, he dragged every inch as he pulled back before sinking in deep again. Each thrust was calculated and teasing. He looked down at you, eyes low as he watched you fall apart.

You arched into him, your nail racking over his back, as you chased the sensations he was drawing out of you. His head fell into the crook of your neck. His hips snapped faster as he moaned into your neck. He placed kisses along your shoulder and collarbone as he hammered into you.

“So fuckin’ tight,” He whispered, his eyes half lidded, and voice thick with need. You clenched around him squeezing his length. His breath hitched, his release building. “You keep doing that, I'm not gonna last.”

“I thought you could handle it.” Your voice breathless but teasing.

“I can handle you just fine” He said, thrusting deeper, bringing a squeal out the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Cameron im close.” You whined out your eyes squeezing shut, your breathes increasing.

“Yeah?” His voice was gruff, “Look at me when you come.” Cameron demanded as he grabbed your jaw, focusing your attention on him.

You whined as the intensity of your release grew, your eyebrows were furrowed but you opened your eyes to look in his. Your mouth fell open as you came. Your release hitting you hard.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, Cameron groaned at the sight of you. His own release building and he came not long after you, his cum coating your walls. His body draped over yours as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. He placed a trail of wet kisses as he caught his breath.

You caught your breath and tried to return to your senses, but exhaustion was taking you over. You tapped Cameron's back, his weight starting to crush you.

“Cam get off” You whined tiredly.

“Uh uh” He whines holding you closer, “You’re warm.”

“Boy I need to breathe move over”

He chuckled against your neck, your words pulling him from his tired trance. He slowly pulled out of you. Rolling over so he was next to you on the bed. You sucked in a breath at the empty feeling of him no longer inside you.

He looked over at you from where he laid next to you. “You're not tired are you?” He had a stupid grin on his face. “I thought you’d be able to handle another round.”

You look at him with mild annoyance, still trying to catch your breath. “Its not about handling it, nigga let me catch my breath.”

“Take your time, I'll just enjoy the view.” He teases rolling on his side, a smirk on his face as he raked his eyes over your naked body.

“Stop staring at me you creep” You said playfully, covering yourself with his blanket.

“Nuh uh” he made a face, he pulled the blanket away from you. “I wasn't a creep when my face was buried in your pussy."

You cover your face with your hands at his crudeness, “bro shut the fuck up.” You laugh.

“I think we're past bro, don't you think.” He questioned raising a brow.

You hummed thinking for a second, “We’ll see.”

He nodded, “I can work with that.”

He didn't waste any time going to you and taking your lips in a kiss, he pulled away just enough to say, “Alright get on all fours.”

You paused, your brain needing time to catch up. “Huh?”

WARMTH

He's gotten so used to it with Rose (shhh, he's alive and got to raise Rosemary) that whenever you guys go out, you link pinkies

Expect him to want to moisturize you after you shower

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Fucking nerd

I believe he knows Star Wars like the back of his fucking hand. He was absolutely in love with Anakin. It devasted him when he turned to the dark side

He absolutely there whenever you wanna talk shit

I feel like he'd be the type to send little messages throughout the day

You can name about 10 birds by sight because of him

The type to have you on the phone with him throughout the day

You guys met in middle school. He ate absolute shit in the lunchroom and got chocolate milk on your favorite pair of pants

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's a monster

I feel like he's the kind of guy to crave physical contact

This is amped up after he dies. He's so cold all the time

If you're on the couch together, he's touching some part of you

His go to position is to spoon you. Face tucked into the crook of your neck, hand tucked into your bottoms to cup your lower belly

Sometimes if you're down for it, he runs his fingers through your bush/hedge

Head on your chest regardless of if you have tits. He just wants to listen to your heartbeat

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would love to settle down, you're amazing with Rose, you don't mind that he occasionally comes back home covered in dirt (the woods were calling to him. He needed to feel whole), what more could he ask for?

Before marrying Mia he lived off of take-out, mom and pop shops mostly. The Mexican spot down the street knew him by name

But he learned so he could share more marital duties and he just got better after Rose was born

He learns how to cook your favorite meals no matter what it is or how long it takes

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

No <3

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ethan isn't scared of commitment, but it might take him longer to fully come around because of Rose

He loves you but she'll always be his first priority

He just wants to stop dealing with all this mold and bioweapon bullshit and settle down in a nice house

You guys date for a few years before finally getting married

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

If he's helping take down your hair he's putting more care into it than you are

He gets it wet and finger detangles first before really digging in

Best believe your eyes are rolled all the way back when he helps wash it

Soft kisses and gentle caresses whenever he sees you around the house or either of you are rushing

If you put your feet in his lap his hands automatically wonder to your legs

He's running his fingers along your calves. Shoots you a look to see if you want a foot massage or not

He listens to you attentively. You had a shit day at work? He's right there with your favorite snack waiting to listen. If you're just having a bad day he willing to help however you need

There are hardly any arguments between you two

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Don't let this man catch you standing anywhere. He's pressing a soft kiss to your pulse before nuzzling his face into your neck.

His arms wrap around your body, hands slipping under your shirt to feel your warmth

Even your short hugs last a least 30 seconds

You're so warm and smell so good, how could he possible let you go?

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Completely accidental the first time

I feel it was either at the end of a phone call or one of you was rushing to leave and it just slipped out

It takes him a few moments to process what he said and then he just fucking freezes

He's definitely gonna over think this until y'all have to time to sit down and talk it out

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I feel like Ethan's the kind of guy to not really give a fuck

Not in a cuck way but more of a I know my person and they wouldn't pull any shit

If you flirt back though, even in a teasing manner he's gonna get a little upset

He'll be quieter on the car ride back and just the slightest bit less affectionate

Expect to deliver kisses and be all over him for the next few days. You gotta make it up to him

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In the beginning he gets extremely flustered when you press soft kisses to his missing fingers

I feel like the innocent kisses are what get him the most. He loves the intimacy of it

He'll gently cup your face in his hands and won't pull away until the both of you need to breathe

Small nibbles on your lips

One of his favorite spots to kiss is right behind your ear

Kissing him is like trying to wake up from a nap, you both just keep going back for more

Honestly, there's no part of you that he hasn't kissed

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Chat, come on. Do I really need to say anything?

I feel like he stares sometimes when Rose is sleeping, keeping an eye on her to make sure she's still breathing

He is absolutely helping that child make "potions"

If the kid is his or someone he knows closely, they're fucked

He will be getting them into Star Wars

He's nervous around them after he learns that he's molded but you quickly get that bullshit out of his head, so all is fine

Learns how to do y'all kid's hair

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Absolute menace

You think he's tactile when he's awake? You haven't seen shit yet

His hands greedily wonder along your body

It's damn near impossible to get him out of bed with you

He trails his nose along your throat and leaves small kisses when he first wakes up

Small whimpers and groans if you try to get up before he's ready

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If you're too tired to do it, he'll section your hair off, so it doesn't tangle too bad

Makes sure you have your bonnet or scarf on

He's definitely the type to have some tea before bedtime

You guys curl up and watch a movie or that show you never got around to watching

If he's home first, he has dinner waiting on the table for you

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He knows what it feels like to have things kept from him, so I feel that he wouldn't like doing the same

Surface level things he'd spill the earliest and infodump about

(He did in fact have to grow into his head)

Other things like the Baker situation start unravelling further into the relationship

After he gauges your reaction, everything comes pouring out

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's more easily annoyed than angered

Even then he has more patience than an older sibling

Our boy is a pushover

You have to work with him on communication

He's the type to easily lose himself in tending to you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Has an entire doc full of the things you enjoy

He remembers things you forgot you ever told him

R= Romance (How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Date night at least once a week

He's an absolute cornball but he's never not complimenting you

Totally down for color matching outfits. You might even be able to get him in a crop top

He keeps safe to eat cookie dough in the fridge for you

Always makes sure you have all of your favorite hair and skin products on hand

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You always have to walk in front of him in public, he doesn't like not having eyes on you

If anything pops off, he's getting y'all the hell out of there

Confrontation isn't never his first choice; he doesn't want to chance you getting hurt

However, if push comes to shove, we know his dumbass will dive headfirst to settle shit

First time he ever saw you get confrontational his pupils turned to actual hearts

You had an amazing night <3

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sometimes life gets to him and he forgets important dates. That's why he makes sure to keep them in his calendar and have reminders

He needs everything to be absolutely perfect. Like it's a little obsessive how much detail he puts in

If you ever mentioned something off hand he's immediately putting it in the doc for next year

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?

After you guys moved in together you got concerned that he was cheating, every now and then he'd leave the house after he thought you were asleep and comes back hours later

Good news though, he was just going out to the forest to reconnect with nature

Sometimes he tracks dirt into the house

Has a hard time communicating how he feels

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like he didn't care much until he got with you

In the beginning he was very much looking like just some guy beside you

That being said, he has an amazing skincare routine now and his outfits have more personality

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

In all honesty, I don't know if Ethan will ever feel whole again now that he's molded

I feel like there's always going to be a need in the back of his mind to join the megamycete

However, you do add substantial joy to his life

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If he sees a kid staring or some random adult, he'll be extremely deadpan with whatever extravagant story he comes up with

Sometimes he has a few loaded in the chamber, but others are completely off the dome

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He unfortunately has a problem eating white rice after the Baker house. For a while, he was stuck drinking smoothies

He hates being lied to

Refuses to each squash

Z = Zzz (What are sleeping habits of theirs?)

When you guys first started sleeping together, he didn't want to chance waking you up with his nightmares, so he'd pretend to sleep

Eventually you caught on though and asked him what was up

After that he's more willing to try and sleep, sometimes he can sleep the entire time

Others, you've definitely woken up to his screaming or squirming

Sleeps on the side nearest to the door

You folded clothes on the couch, pulling tightly at each corner of the fabric in your hands like it could solve your problem, wrangling them tightly in the grip of your hand as if it could hurt and feel the pain you wanted to inflict upon it. you needed the release. To feel something bend and break, for something, someone, some. . anything to be at your mercy and your mercy alone.

You didn't have the words to figure what about this particular inner turmoil was grating your every nerve and causing you to be so frustrated with any and every little thing around you.

None of this you actually let bubble to the surface. You didn't snap at those around you or slam any doors or yell at things, but it was simmering beneath you.

And as far as you were concerned, that was fine. You had work to do. Cases to close, drug busts to make, and occasionally help out with a murder or two. You were being groomed for a promotion and that was its own problem in itself.

Vice was apparently not as prestigious as homicide and missing persons. Getting this promotion meant you'd be working on the same team as your husband, and their would be less separation between home and work.

You were scared of what that would mean for your marriage. Could you and John survive seeing each other 24/7? Not having that momentary break from one another?

You really liked talking about your day and hearing about his. If you both already knew how each other's day went, what would there be left to talk about once you got home?

"Hey," the low timber of your husband's voice interrupted you from your thoughts.

"Yeah, baby?" You said, sounding frustrated to your own ears. Your heart dropped, you were trying to sound more casual, normal even, to hide the unrest inside of you.

"You need to talk." it wasn't an ask. He didn't say it with an underlying hint or implication of a larger problem.

"Are you telling me what to do?" You say dumbly, blinking.

"You've been in your head all week, and I've been trying to give you your space." He continues, crossing his arms and ignoring your response.

You tilt your head.

John was not exactly the poster child of vulnerability or opening up in any way for that matter. Not without pulling him by his arm or by his teeth, and even then, it comes out as an explosion of anger before showing itself for what emotion it truly is.

It was a toxic trait you both shared. The agreement you both settled on long ago when you were dating was to give the other person space until they started showing signs of spiraling or started taking their emotions out on the world or other people in ways that weren't healthy.

If one person in the relationship does something that hurts the other, that was when an intervention was needed.

"You worked late the other night and I had to go in early." He tilted his head similar to you.

"Yes." You half say as a question, not sure at all where this is going.

"Well," he huffs in a single low puff, shifting his weight from one leg to another, " I didn't' get to see you 'till this evening and. . ."

You put the clothes you were folding to the side. This felt like a hands free conversation.

"You didn't give me goodbye kiss."

"Oh baby!" you cry out, stretching out your hands. "Come here."

You wrap your arms around him and cradle his head as he settles down next to you. "I'm so sorry." You apologize, peppering his face with kisses. "I'm so sorry, baby. Come here." You put your hand under his chin and tilt his head for a kiss. You hardly had to pull him along because he was already falling into you.

You part your lips, eagerly swiping your tongue against his. He lets out a low short sound into your mouth, it vibrates against your lisp and tickles your senses along with the gentle scratch of his beard on your face. You break the the deep kiss before it turns into something more serious with a little more heat.'

Gently you place your lips on his forehead. "I'm so sorry, baby."

He nods.

You rub at his back as the tension leaves his body. His muscles ripple underneath your touch as they relax into your further.

You hold onto him, leaning back into the couch.

You were more worse off than you thought. You always make sure to kiss your baby goodbye. If you were working late and he was going to be gone by the time you get home, you make sure he gets two. One good bye and one for sending him off on his day.

He couldn't start his day without kiss, and he didn't like sending you off anywhere without one.

"Are you also scared that if i take that promotion, working together could ruin our marriage?"

"What?!" He tilted his head back to get a better look at you, his upside down furrowed brows smiling at you.

"It's worrying that you've had thoughts about that running through that mind of yours and your just now telling me about it, but that is not what I meant when I said you need to talk, but we are gonna talk about that later."

You sigh through your nose, then what did you mean by I need to talk." You squint suspiciously. Your voice is light, but not jovial. You don't want to give him the impression you aren't taking him seriously.

Apparently you needing to talk was not a conversation between you and him.

Your husband has been thinking up a storm, and for once you have no idea what's on his mind.

The doorbell rings and John calls out for you to get it.

"Hi."

You stare at Alex on your doorstep. Bright smile, broad strong shoulder's, and all. His powder blue shirt clung to him like a second skin, melding beautifully with the bouquet of flowers in his hand. The reds, magenta pinks, corals, and peaches, and oranges, and yellows melded beautifully against his shirt, creating a beautiful cacophony of colors.

You must pull off the neutral unassuming look you were going for because he smiles wider and holds them out to you.

"Hi." you take them, giving him a small smile in attempt to remain cordial.

He steps in, walking past you and he smells good.

For some reason, that pisses you off.

As well as the fact that in the brief moment he steps into your space to walk in your home as you close the door, you feel the heat radiating off his skin, enraging you even further when something in your stomach twists and your heart threatens to quicken in your chest, but you refuse it. You refuse it along with every other sensation he's making you feel.

"Let him in, baby." John called out from the kitchen.

You smacked your teeth and muttered under your breath.. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Nigga, did you bring flowers?"

"Yeahhh, You saw those?" Alex raised his fist and John reluctantly bumped his against it, "those flowers are for both of ya'll before you get the wrong idea."

"Uhuh." John huffed.

"They're as pretty as you, sugar." he teases.

"Where are the donuts?" You look around.

"They still in my hand." John waves the box."I'll get the coffee. Now, sit down and get to talking." He wiggled his fingers, knowing that would get under your skin.

"About that night. . .oh?" Alex shifts in his seat. he casts his eyes down, momentarily breaking eye contact before scratching at his nose with his thumb.

So this conversation was a surprise for him too?

And on top of that he had the nerve to be nervous? After what he did, now, he wants to be fucking nervous?

"I think its fair to assume that we all enjoyed it, but there are some kinks that need to be work out, and I mean that in the literal sense of the word." He adds.

"That's fair." Alex nods and takes a sip of his coffee.

John looks at you and you raise your eyebrows.

"I—" You were going to start with some sort of I feel statement, but you have no idea how you feel, but you do know what you're not going to express.

You refuse to show an attitude. to grit your teeth and show what was inevitably building inside of you. That thing you couldn't identify or control. You hold onto your mug a little tighter to keep yourself from clenching your first where Alex can see.

"It's not going to happen again."

Something in the air changes. Alex and John share a look and this makes whatever brewing inside you grow worse.

"If that's what you want, we can honor that."

"Its not going to happen again like that." You reiterate a little more, but say nothing else.

John clenches his jaw. An act most people relate to growing angry, but you know, and Alex as well, that it's more a nervous tic. An act he may do when he's lost in thought from time to time.

"That's. . . fair." Alex is the first one to break the silence.

"If some says that's fair one more time," you give them both a serious look, "I'm flipping this table over."

"Baby." John warns in a low voice, " You agreed you would stay cordial."

"I said I'd be cordial, to not polite."

"I think you mean polite and not cordial."

You blink.

He matches your gaze with an unwavering disposition. A hint of a smirk at the corners of his lips, but you swear there's something simmering beneath his gaze. A slow burning challenge as he corrects you.

"Yeah, Cordial is a word for polite, but with an addition of a genuine warmth, whereas polite can be ritualistic. It can be a show of pleasantness but in performance only. It's the one that's not always so nice." Alex continues to add.

"Easy, Sugar." John exasperates.

So John saw it too, huh?

"Will both of you chill out!" John gave you both a look. "Something happened between us, and we have to acknowledge that. I shouldn't have to be the voice of reason!"

There were a thousand things wrong about what he just said, but that would need to be a private conversation.

Of course he can be a voice of reason!

You didn't need one right now because you were absolutely being reasonable. Alex was the one being childish and acting like an asshole. just because he went to mind school does not mean he's automatically the voice of reason when it comes to emotions and friendship dynamics and shit.

Alex has clearly made it clear being a licensed therapist doesn't negate you from fucking up.

John may be a little stunted when it comes to expressing his emotions, but he's a solid confidant and advice giver. He can be an emotional voice of reason just as well as anyone.

"Fuck Alex! And fuck his psychology degree!" You cry out.

"What do you want?" Alex directed at you. He finished his coffee with a swallow and tosses the mug down, it clatters on the table next to him.

You stare at it.

That mug was one of one and it belonged to the first set of dishes you and John bought together for the house you now live in. If he had threw it any harder, it would have cracked or maybe even shattered.

He folded his hands in front of him as he glared at you. "Huh? You make your husband call me and invite me over? To what—"

"I didn't make John do anything!" You hiss. "This was his idea and he set this up, so stop fucking it up! This is obviously important to him!"

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" He scoffed. "After last week it's clear if you say jump, he won't even ask you how high."

"What the fuck did I just say?!" John boomed. His voice echoed like a deep roll of thunder in the kitchen. He wasn't even yelling that loud, but the low bass of his voice filled every pocket of air, expanding everywhere and filling your senses.

He let a moment of silence stretch as he looked at you both seriously.

"This should be important to both of you too. . .its clear that you both have to work out this little thang between y'all," he waved his finger back and forth from you to Alex, "but it needs to be done in a healthy manner."

He looks directly at you, and for moment you see the pleading in his eyes. A tired frustrated look, bordering on despair.

"Like you taught me." He says softly.

You give a defeated sigh and nod.

"We didn't just wake up and establish this dynamic and it's not the only one we have." John looks at Alex who gives a slow apologetic nod of understanding.

John lets out a slow exhausted breath.

"Do the thing for Alex."

Alex chuckles and you laugh softly along with him more quietly in a way only you could hear.

No matter how serious or unserious a situation John will be John.

You grab your phone and print of a sheet from your notes.

Without asking John slides his chair back to go grab the paper from the printer.

In less than a minute he hands it to you with a pen. You slide both items over to Alex, barely making eye contact.

"Fill that out." You grumble. "And if there's something on there that you may or may not want to do or find interesting, write it off to the side and we can talk about it."

Alex grins broadly, showing off his pearly white teeth.

"Yeah." He draws out the word. The low thickness of his voice hummed pleasantly in your ears, and pissed you off.

But you don't comment. You will not let yourself react to it. He was trying to get at you on purpose with it, but you were still reeling from moments before.

He almost broke your one of a kind mug that would have costs hundreds to replace if you wanted the exact same one, or God forbid you end up with a partial set and have to buy a new one.

"So you and John talked about all this?" Alex twisted his head and the sincerity in them floors you. When you make eye contact with him, for a brief moment, his eyes flickers away, darting nervously around the page before landing back on you.

"Just the stuff he circled." You reply gently. "Make sure to underline anything that's off limits. If you want to try something, put a question mark by it so I'll know what not to do."

"What not to do?" He tilts his head, now giving you his full intention. His pupils go wide with an intense curiosity. His gaze never wavering as they scream tell me more.

"Sometimes John likes to be surprised with things and the hard no's give me a guide of what never to try when you aren't expecting it."

"Hm." he tilts his head the other way and looks down at the paper. He marks a few more things and slides it to you.

"I. . . don't want surprises."

"Then we won't have any then." You reassure.

You scan over his list and let out a small hitch of your breath. As soon as the sound leaves your lips your eyes dart up to check if Alex noticed.

He did.

His eyes intently scan your face, but it's not intense, there's no mockery, no a hint of a smirk in them either.

It's subtle. A whisper of a glimmer that comes so easily from your husband. A look that washes over John's eyes and blossoms onto his face without prompting or nudging. A look that pleads. A look that wants to be acknowledged, for something to be given.

Praise.

Verbal or nonverbal. An action, a look, any form of acknowledgment it can get that something they did made you feel good, no matter if it was too minuscule to quantify or too large for you to accurately put into words or a tangible expression.

So similar yet, so different John and Alex were.

The same things were marked save for one and two, but the modifiers he used for them were different.

You remember John's paper vividly, and can't help but to compare and see where they add up and what differs.

Alex wanted to be handled gently, which you found strange for someone who did not want to listen. The same level of light bondage your husband circled was there, and he was open to overstimulation, but he doesn't mind for things to hurt. In fact he reiterated wanting to feel pain. He highlighted the amount of pleasure he receives from it.

No degradation, but he wanted a push and pull.

Praise kink.

You were more than familiar with that one.

"Before we really get into this, I'm gonna need something from you. Think of it as a test of some sorts."

He nodded slightly, leaning forward.

"John too." You add looking over to your husband.

He hummed at the mention of his name, eyebrows scrunched.

Oh that'll do just fine. You thought to yourself, slowly teasing your bottom lip with a scrape of your teeth. Your heart thudded quicker in your chest, fluttering madly against your ribcage.

They sit in front of you on the couch.

Their brown skin beautifully on display as they sat in nothing.

You sat across from them in the matching settee, wearing the thin short robe your husband was so fond of. Alex couldn't take his eyes off you. He was just as much of a fan.

It didn't help that the robe was doing very little to hide your body. It was practically split down the middle showing more than enough of your brown skin, your breast proudly on display. The thin fabric just barely covered your hand rubbing against your soft weeping pussy.

Their eyes were hot and heavy on your skin in the best way.

They weren't too close to one another. Both spreading their legs just for you with a hand wrapped around their pretty velvety thick dicks. How lucky were you to have two precious lovely things.

John was pumping himself at a steady pace he liked, curling and twisting his wrist around the tip as he stroked all the way up the slight curve of his dick.

"Slow down, baby." You say in a low sultry voice and bite your lip. With a sharp intake of his breath he stills his hand, squeezing himself at the base before slowly moving his hand back up in a more relaxed pace. With each slow stroke, his chest rises a little heavier, and the crease on his brow grows tighter.

"Fuck." he groans.

A thrill races through your chest when he throws his head back. It tickles pleasantly down your spine as his free hand clenches furiously into the fabric on the couch.

Alex was much harder. His thumb running over the fat head of his tip as his hand lightly pressed up his length, more massaging his dick than stroking. He presses his thumb against the head, when a dribble of precum gushes around his finger, he slides his hand down to squeeze lightly at his balls, making himself hiss.

His thick heavy dick bounces up against his slower belly, smearing more precum into the soft skin under his belly button. Just like before, he'd sit there for a moment. Keeping his tightly closed as he sits in the throbbing pain, and after a few seconds, he'd start all over again.

Your pussy pulls tight over your fingers and for a moment you have to stop yourself.

What a sight they were.

Slowly, you slip onto the floor , crawling towards them with sure purposeful movements.

Another swear slips from John's lips, and Alex's gaze burns into you as he stares straight into your eyes. Right before you settle before them on your knees, his eyes slip down toward your chest. When he looks back up, his cold reserved demeanor slips into something more open, more soft.

Everything in you screamed to push him for more. To push until he revealed to you the true meaning of that look, but for now, you ignored it. You didn't want to scare him off from opening up too early.

They both stared at you, waiting.

You waited to.

Lazily, you turn your gaze towards John, even slower, you move them over towards Alex.

John's hands were on either side of him. His knuckles almost white from wo hard they were gripping the couch. Alex's were idly laying on his thighs.

You raised an eyebrow at them both.

"I never said to stop."

John, your beautiful baby hitches his breath and moves instantly.

Alex's eyes light with a glint or pride, and as if by the will of some supernatural force he doesn't move an inch, not even on accident or subconsciously. A glint of a smirk graces his features, smug.

As his eyes scanned your face for a response, you could practically see his wheels turning. How smug he was over something he hadn't done, of something he was going to do.

You don't give him one. Ignoring him as you turn to your husband.

Greedily, you take in how his hand moves over himself. The mix of the lube and his precum makes his dick glisten in his hand. You reward him with your touch, placing your hand on his chest. He leans in to your palm as you rub his chest. His hips cant up into his palm, begging for more.

"Please." He begs for more of you and your head swims. His pleading making you go dizzy.

"Oh, baby." you say breathly.

You move his hands and tenderly hold them in your own. You brush your lips over his knuckles and place a kiss onto the back of his hand before looking into his eyes. "Good Big Daddy."

He whimpers. The delicious sound warms your chest.

"You're so good." You murmur again and place tender kisses along the side of dick. After one or two you suck lightly at a spot before dragging your tongue along the soft tender skin.

He lets out a loud low ruined moan. When you finally place a kiss upon the tip of his dick he lets out a more ragged and desperate sound.

It's not until you look back up to him that it registers he's been slipping words in between each moan and whimper.

"Please. . . . let me touch you. . .please. . let me— fuck!. . .wanna touch you." He whimpers. "Please."

Slowly, lovingly, tenderly, you wrap your lips around your husband's dick, taking him all the way down into your throat, just the way he likes.

You bob your head with a hum, drawing out more sounds from John.

He lets out another drawn out fuck.

"Jusss' lih— ah, fuck," He moans, sputtering as you take a break to swirl your tongue around the tip. "like that."

You take all of him in your mouth with one swallow, much quicker than before. Before you could bob your head in a much quicker pace, similar to how quickly he'd been touching himself, a hand pushes you back down until your nose tickled the neatly trimmed hair at his base.

Your throat squeezes tightly around John's dick in shock. You attempt to pull up back off him, but the hand pushes you back down, making you choke as it controls the pace.

There was no tender swipe of your cheek, no asking for permission, and it was not as large as your baby boy's hand.

"Damn," Alex lets out wistfully.

Awed, as he fucks your face with his friends dick. "She takes it in the mouth as good as she does her pussy." the warm timber of his voice as he casually speaks to John goes straight into your pussy, aching as your soaked folds clench around nothing.

You choke, gagging as he bobs your head up and down. You hate the whimper that vibrates around your husbands dick in your throat.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwiat." John's voice cracks, pitching high as he moans.

Alex pulls you up roughly by your hair, keeping John's tip in your mouth. An overwhelming amount of drool and cum trickle down your chin.

"Good, huh?" Alex chuckles.

"I- that's eno—" John grunts. His chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "No more, Sugar." He huffs. Putting a hand on his chest.

"You can take it, John."

Without further warning Alex pushes you back onto the full length of his dick, making you choke and gagg more than you were before. John's hand flies over Alex's, pulling at his wrist as your throat squeezes around him.

With a loud groan he cums. Hot sticky wet spurts slide down your throat, warming a path down to your tummy.

"Fuck." "Fuck."

You both huff with ruined voices.

You fall back on your knees, wiping what you could off your mouth with the back of your hand. John sinks on the couch, panting as he catches his breath.

"My bad," Alex grins widely, letting go of you and settling back onto the couch, "I didn't mean to get carried away."

"It's no problem." You say overly sweet, but on the inside you were fucking reeling.

Cum and spit was everywhere and with each passing second you felt more and more of it and it was driving you mad.

You try to wipe at some of it with your hand again.

"Aht." John interrupts with a low voice. He places a warm washcloth onto your cheek.

"Stop." He he lightly chides as he cleans you up. "Your hands can't do anything."

You hadn't even noticed that he had left and come back.

Adorned in the loose black pants you loved him in. They were thin and breathable and were nighttime snuggle approved.

"Sticky." You cant help but stick your bottom lip out a bit. Never had John made a mess of you like this. Only with the presence of Dennis the fucking Menace could such a thing happen.

"I know, I know." He murmurs lowly. With one final swipe, he kisses you on the temple of your head. "All done."

You let out a content sigh.

Much better.

Before he walks off you grab his hand.

"Wait for me?"

" 'Course." He hums, the low sound pleasant to your ears, "You still need to be taken care of."

You flash your teeth in an almost childlike giddy expression. No doubt, your nose was scrunching with absolute glee.

He laughs through his nose and presses his finger into the side of your temple, jerking your ahead to the side in jest.

You take a moment, waiting for the telltale sounds of his feet padding up up the stairs with heavy far away stomps to your room before you direct your attention back at Alex.

"Aww," He looks down at you, still flashing his cheshire grin, "you two are so cute."

"mm," You hum nonchalantly, "color."

He takes his hand off his soaking wet dick, still hard despite the evidence he had cum from touching himself from some point in time while fucking your throat with your husband's, his best friend, dick .

He places his elbows onto his knees and leans down until his face is inches from yours.

"Green."

You laughed through your nose, The soft tufts of your breath tickled against his face. A good display of unbothered, but the simple gesture had your walls screaming, aching for something you would not give them. Not yet. . . not from him.

"Good." You lean a little closer, letting the movement of your lips as you speak brush against his. They part, but he remains still, not giving in.

But you notice the way his eyes drop down to your lips, the brief want that flickers in them as he does.

"Stand up for me." You say in a soft low voice. "Let me clean you up."

"Okay." He doesn't move right away.

Still, you reign yourself, keeping your cool.

When he finally gets up, you subtly suck in a breath as his dick swings with each movement. Once he stands before you, it hangs heavily between his legs.

"Can you face the other way?" You ask sweetly.

You rub at the front of his thighs,and he lets out a pleased hum. His eyebrows drew together in curiosity.

As he moves you poke a finger into the back of one of his knee caps.

"Prop one leg on the couch." You instruct.

He sucks in a slight breath, and you know its because he's figured out what you want to do.

He does what you ask.

After moving one leg up, it leaves his dick dangling more freely above you.

"Good boy." You say lightly, nothing behind it really, and you cant see his face, so you don't exactly know how he reacts to that, but you have an inkling, that for now, its okay.

You don't know the ripples or contractions of his muscles as well as your husband's, but this is good. This is progress.

Baby steps.

After all, this is his first punishment.

Without further warning you take his dick into your mouth as much as you can from this angle.

Surprising to you, he shudders at the sensation. A low hum of a moan slips from his lips.

He moves his hand back to touch you, but he can't reach you from this angle. You take the opportunity to latch off him and swipe your tongue over his tip.

"Fuck." He strains. You smile as you watch a veins form on his head. "Can you—"

You take his dick into your mouth once more and sputters out a few more curses, bobbing your head until his words transition into incoherent moans. Sounding wrecked but not quite ruined.

Not how you wanted him. You want more.

With a wet pop you pull off him. Slowly, you drag your tongue down the underside of his dick, leaning up by your knees to give your attention to his balls, doing just what you said you were and licking them clean. As he groans, you slip your hand into the couch cushion, reaching for what you always knew was there but hardly ever use.

You stop, peppering kisses along the base of his length back up to his tip. His dick jerks under your mouth, the action causing his tip to drag against your tongue.

"Fuuhck." He strains, dropping his head onto the cushion as his dick throbs. "Shit."

"hmmm," You hum pleasantly. Without further warning, you switch on the little vibrator in your hand and place it onto his balls.

"Wai— erghmgh," He lets out a sharp drawn out whimper and cums instantly.

"whuhhtthefffuhck. . ."

You wrap your hand around his dick and pump him further, making him continue to spill is cum onto the floor, forming a little puddle.

"Color, baby?" you coo and bite your bottom lip as he continues to whimper each one sounding more pathetic than the one before it.

"Green." He keens as he white knuckles the couch cushions by his head.

"You're going to stop getting on my nerves. Aren't you, baby?"

He cries out. You can feel his dick throbbing wilding in your hand from being overstimulated. You bring our hand around his tip and twist your wrist around it, bringing the vibrator up to the underside of dick.

It's hard to tell, but he nods his head furiously into the cushion.

"Please," he says with a hoarse ruined voice, "Stop. I-I'll be good. I won't— juststop." he whimpers in a higher pitch than before. A new wave of his cum floods out of him, joining the growing mess he was already making.

"Oh baby," You kiss the inside of his thigh, savoring how his muscles shake and twitch under your lips as he keeps cumming, "You can take it."

AN:// I am also full of stories with whimsy romance and fun. i am equally as capable with intrigue, thought, and mystery, actions, and maybe even thrillers. I'm just giving you people what you want. I am a slave to the audience.

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