#mmmm bacon

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Floor

@rosekillermicrofic September 10, word count 520

Previous part First Jegulus part

The air fryer was whirring quietly, emitting the heavenly scent of bacon. It was Evans's new favourite toy and Barty had to admit he quite liked just being able to throw food in it and not have to mess about waiting for the oven to heat up. 

He and Evan leaned against the counter watching the counter count down, his mouth wouldn’t stop watering. 

“Good morning,” James said, far too chipper for the amount of alcohol he had drunk last night.

“Bacon sandwiches?” Barty mumbled as a way of greeting. 

“Sounds great, thank you,” James smiled. He stood awkwardly by Regulus as Regulus flicked the kettle on. 

“Coffee, tea? Barty and Evan don’t have pumpkin spice, just so you know,” Regulus smirked at James. Barty had to hold back a gip at the mention of Pumpkin Spice. 

“Eww, no, that shit is not allowed past the front door. James, just no,” Evan grimaced. He felt the same way as Barty did about gimmicky flavours.  

“Black coffee is fine thank you,” James laughed at Evan’s look of disgust. 

“A much more acceptable coffee order,” Regulus nodded in approval. 

Unable to help himself, Barty felt the need to start ribbing James. 

“Enjoy our bed then?” He asked when everyone was digging into their breakfasts. 

“Very comfortable, I fell asleep the second I got into it,” James told them between bites. 

“Enjoyed your shower too,” Regulus added, a wicked smile playing across his mouth. Oh, shit, Reg was in that kind of mood.  

“That had better not mean what I think it means or else you’ll be getting the bleach out,” Barty growled at him. He was not prepared for Regulus to turn the tables so quickly. Regulus ran a hand teasingly down James’s arm. James seemed to be struggling to keep a straight face.  

“The acoustics in there are amazing, the way our moans bounced around us, oh it was delightful, made it even better.” Regulus bit his lip, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he shut them. 

“Out, get out!” Barty cried, his chair scraping across the floor when he stood and pointed at the door. Evan grabbed his collar and yanked him back down.

“They didn’t do anything, so stop your grousing and finish your coffee,” Evan told him. “Besides, we’ve done unspeakable things in that shower and Regulus isn’t complaining.” Regulus choked at Evans's words and Barty saw an opening. He grinned a toothy grin at his friend. 

“Well, not that unspeakable. Remember that morning when we…” Regulus downed his drink and grabbed James’s hand. 

“Quick, he will describe whatever it is in explicit detail,” Regulus warned, glowering at Barty. James winked at them and let Regulus drag him from the room. 

“Thanks for breakfast lads, it was lovely meeting you,” He called back to them before the front door slammed. 

“What’s all the noise?” A sleepy Pandora said as she glided into the room and picked up the last bacon sandwich off the side. 

“You don’t want to know, Panda,” Evan laughed, pouring her a coffee and settling back down to finish his own. 

Next part

[sir-kettle-of-countertop]

"Whoa, you look rough! What happened? I'll patch you up a bit while we wait for our train. Please, don't cry. I'm right here.

You must be so tired, Isa."

Happy birthday, Isolde and Erika Itou.

[funakounasoul]

I had to draw them doing one of those cheesy couple costume ideas, I don't care if it's only July!

[jayjamjary]

FORGOT. I ONLY ATE BREAKFAST TODAY FUCK.

[jamiebluewind]

*sends more bacon instead*

The quiche has too much bacon send aid

[bleue-flora]

Ch 15 Good Cop 'Bad' Cop

[aperfecta]

Anybody else out there in this big fuckoff world like eating cold bacon

[andyridgeley]

@splendiferous-bitch tagged me for toastology im adlfkjalksdfj tHIS IS SO CUTE!!!

tagging: @userlestat @useragarfield @bruceewayne @scudismystud @thedapperdemon @waddinghamhannah @ohtendril @naughtydogg if ya want or if anyone else wants to go for it!

[jesusmyking2024]

[texas-bbq-pringles]

i have to COOK but my house is COLD and my fluffy socks are IN THE WASH but i'm HUNGRY and i want a cheese toastie

[hoshanti]

i'm addicted to dairy queen

[yeast-rolls]

make some good freaking soup

[mmmm-burnt-eggs]

Farming bacon,

Like growing it out of the grownd,

Just as nature intended.

[g0thambarbie]

[angel-writes-skz-here]

Mother's Day

Dad! Bang Chan x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Chan makes sure Mother's Day is great! Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering, oral (both receiving), pet names, bit of a breeding kink, tooth rotting fluff. A/N: Mother's Day is not my favorite holiday, however I did enjoy writing this. Thinking of all those who struggle on days like today. You aren't alone! Comment if you'd like to be apart of my taglist. Sweet nonnie, i hope this is what you wanted! Requests are OPEN- just bare with me.

Chan woke up early in the morning, making sure Hwan didn’t wake you, he got him to help him in the kitchen for a sweet breakfast in bed, pancakes, orange juice, and bacon. Chan smiles as your son places the fruit on the pancakes making a smiley face of chocolate chips and strawberries Hwan cut himself with his little kid friendly strawberry cutter.

“Do you think she wants whip cream?” Chan asks and your sons eyes light up.

“Yeah!” He shouts and your son smiles reaching for the can. Chan helps him make a nose for your pancakes. Then tips up the can filling his mouth with some. Hwan opens his automatically and Chan smirks with a playful eyeroll as he puts some of the whip cream into his son’s mouth.

“Mmmm, yummy!” He says with a mouthful making Chan laugh.

“Let’s go see if she’s up!” Hwan hops down running down to your room.

Chan grabs the tray, and the homemade card Hwan had made the night before, and follows after him.

You’re sound asleep when you feel a tiny weight bounce onto the bed.

“Eomma!” He shouts, “Happy Mother’s Day!” he squeals and jumps on top of you. You groan lightly as you get acclimated to the room. You smile at your sweet boy just before seeing Chan walk in, a sheepish smile on his face and a tray full of food.

“What’s this?” you ask eyeing your son.

“Breakfast!” Hwan cheers.

“Look, I even cut the strawberries all by myself!” Hwan’s smile is proud and you hug him to your side.

“You did excellent! I’m so proud of you!”

Chan sets the food down in front of you, and you look up at him longingly.

“To the best Eomma in the world. I love you- Hwan” You note the drawing of your little family on the front of the card and you can’t control the wide smile on your face.

“Thank you,” you pull your son to your side and kiss the top of his head. He smiles, a light blush painting his cheeks. Chan smiles as the two of you.

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby,” he kisses your lips quickly before he’s tries to shoo himself and Hwan out.

“I wanna stay,” he pouts.

“That’s fine, baby. You and Daddy can both stay.” Chan bites a back smile. Calling him daddy was definitely something you knew you could do to tease him. He comes over sitting beside you, your son nestled between the two you.

“Can we watch Bluey?” Your son asks and you hand him the remote.

“Buddy, we watch Bluey all the time, what about one of Eomma’s shows?” You smirk waving your hand.

“I don’t mind Bluey.” You say. The smile on your son’s face is brighter than the sun.

-

The rest of the day Chan makes sure you’re pampered. Promptly after breakfast he takes the dishes and washes them, before coming back to inform you he booked you a nail appointment at your favorite salon- manicure and pedicure.

“You know how to spoil a girl,” you tease as you kiss him goodbye.

“I wanna go too,” Hwan starts to pout and you kiss his forehead.

“Baby I’ll be back soon, besides, there’s nothing for you to do there but sit and be bored.” You smile down at him despite the sadden look on his face.

“What if I let you help me with a special surprise for Eomma?” Chan asks and this gets his attention quickly.

“OK!” he runs back to his dad, letting you leave peacefully.

“Christopher Bahng what do you have planned?” You smirk before he just smiles at you.

“You’ll see.”

-

Coming home from the nail place, and the delicious lunch Chan practically paid for, you come to a clean house.

You gasp, the sight completely unexpected. Laundry done and folded, dishes clean and put away, the floor clean, clutter and trash free.

Spotless.

“Chan, this place looks amazing,” you put your hand to your chest as he walks out of the bedroom.

“Thank you,” he smiles at you.

“I have another surprise for you.” He smiles.

“Where’s Hwan?”

“Napping,” he chuckles, “Running the vacuum tuckered him out.” He informs you. You can feel the nervous excited anticipation fill your veins.

“Come on, he pulls you to the bedroom, opening the door for you to see a familiar dress. You gasp, it’s the one you mentioned two months ago in passing while out shopping together.

“Chris, you- you remembered?” You turn to him, a knowing smile on his face.

“Of course I did. I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful it would look on you.” He says before kissing your shoulder.

“And you’re wearing it tonight.” He smiles.

“Tonight?” He nods, wordless.

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You and Chan are in the bedroom getting dressed, your little boy Hwan sitting on the bed watching Bluey. You cast a glance to Chan in the mirror of your vanity only to find him already staring-smirking- at you. You blush under his gaze, heartrate slowly accelerating. The dress fit like a glove, and Chan couldn’t take his eyes off you. You’re even more beautiful in it than he could have imagined.

“What time are you going to be home?” He asks.

“Late, so make sure you listen to grandma and grandpa, ok?”

“Meaning he’ll be up when we get home and hyped up on sugar,” Chan smirks and you give him a half smile.

“It’ll be fine.” You whisper to him.

There’s a knock at your door, and Chan answers it as you finish your make up.

“Halmeoni!” He squeals when he hear’s Chan’s mother in the kitchen. His little legs carry him out of the room as fast as they can. You chuckle as you finish the blush on your cheeks before closing the compact and standing up. You look over your outfit one last time before sighing and nodding once to yourself.

“You ready to,” Chan stops as he see’s the reflection of you in the mirror.

“On second thought,” he charms as he puts his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, “Let’s cancel dinner,” he says lowly with a kiss to the side of your neck, “And go straight to desert. All tastey,” he hums, “and sweet,” another kiss just below your ear, “and wet.” His lips brush your ear and you shiver a slight blush appearing under your make up clad face.

“No, we are not skipping dinner,” you chuckle as you rest in his arms. His arms are what eternity must feel like, strong, safe, and exactly where you’re meant to be.

-

The two of you say goodbye to Hwan and arrive at the restaurant, the place feeling warm and intimate.

Chan had requested a private booth for the two of you in the corner of the building.

“This is so beautiful,” you smile as you notice the bouquet of red roses on the table. You smile at him and kiss his cheek before smelling the beautiful flowers.

“Baby, thank you,” you smile as your heart swells in your chest.

“Only the best for my girl,” he smiles as he watches you dote over the flowers, the petals smooth as silk against your fingertips.

Both of you order, Chan sparing no expense. Your favorite meal, fancy champagne, even a live violinist playing soft music for you in the corner.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” He smiles as he takes your hand. You couldn’t be happier. The dinner is perfect, something out of a fairytale.

-

“So, change of plans,” Chan says as he opens the car door for you.

“Hmm?” You answer, a quirked brow prominently displayed on your face.

“Hwan’s staying the night at my parent’s place.” You smirk at him and nod your head.

“So, you know what that means?” You smile at him and he turns his face slightly with his brow raised.

“We get to be in bed by 10!” You sigh in relief as Chan smiles, a small laugh escaping him.

-

Pulling up to the house, your breath hitches, the sidewalk is lined with candles and flowers, all the way up the steps to the front door.

You look over to your man who’s doing everything he can to act casual.

“Christopher,” you say barely above a whisper but he doesn’t pay you any attention- not yet.

He opens your car door taking your hand, kissing the back of it making eye contact as he does, and leads you inside. He puts your roses on the counter while you take in the sight before you; candles light the living room just enough to see, the faint golden glow romantic and sweet, and he leads you to the bedroom. Entering the room, candles are littered throughout it, rose petals on the floor, the bed made, but ready to be destroyed. You gasp as the intimate atmosphere causes goosebumps to be pulled onto your skin.

“Better than an early bedtime, right?” Chan whispers in your ear and you instinctively lean into his touch, his arms coming around your waist, lips attaching to your neck in soft, sensual kisses.

“Come on, there’s more,” he smirks as he places one final kiss below your ear. He unzips your dress slowly and you let it fall to the floor. He grabs you a blanket and has you lay on the bed on your stomach.

He grabs the oils, ridding himself of his shirt, and changing his pants so he doesn’t ruin his nice ones. You feel the mattress dip beneath you.

“Happy Mother’s Day to me,” you mumble, staring at his defined chest and abs. He chuckles squirting some of the oil into his hands.

“Lay back and relax, baby girl. I’ve got you.” He smiles as you lay your head down on your arms. His hands start to massage your back, slowly applying pressure first to your neck, then down your shoulders. Soft moans and gasps escaping you. His thumbs applying the right pressure to your shoulders.

“Mmm, feels good,” you encourage as he moves down your thighs. The amount of non-sexual pleasure causes heat to pool between your legs; a slight tinge of embarrassment hits you as you realize you’re getting off to this. You hide your face to hide the blush as you feel Chan start to massage your feet, your moans unable to be stopped.

Chan bites his lip, the noises are turning him on more than he expected, but tonight was about you, what you wanted to happen and if sex wasn’t apart of the deal, he would be ok with that. But if it was, he’d be elated all the same.

He notices your body arch into his touch as he comes back up, massaging in the back of your thighs again and he smirks, testing the waters, he dips his hand dangerously close to bare core. The tiniest whimper escapes you as his fingers brush your folds and your ass lifts slightly up into the air, causing the blanket to slide down onto your back some, exposing you to him. Chan takes a deep breath, his pants becoming tighter by the minute.

His hands move away from your core, massaging your back once more, his hands dipping down to your sides, briefly ghosting over the side of your breast.

“Chan,” you whine quietly.

“Yes, my love?” His voice drips with a cockiness you’re all too familiar with. All you do is whimper in response.

“Use your words, dear, I don’t know what a whimper means,” he mocks.

He knows.

All too well.

Your hips lift off the bed again. He looks down at you.

“Touch,” you breathe out, your mind already trying to go.

“All ready losing it and I haven’t even touched you properly.” He chuckles to himself. All you can do is slide your ass up into the air more, creating a beautiful arch, one that Chan quietly releases a groan at. He wipes his hands of the oil, coming up behind you, your folds already wet.

“Please,” you whine as you feel his hands go to either of your thighs. His fingers spread you open, his tongue teases you at first, tasting your arousal and he moans at the salty sweet taste.

“So good,” he whispers to himself before diving in, tongue circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes flutter closed as your mouth drops open, a moan leaving your throat.

“Fuck,” you whisper as your rest your forehead against the mattress. His tongue circles and flicks, pleasure building in your body with every little bit of stimulation. He sticks his tongue into your entrance, and you push back onto his face as you pant.

“Chris, I’m- oh fuck,” you gasp as he goes back to your growing clit, replacing his tongue with his finger. Your walls clench around his finger, squelching already audible from how wet you are. Normally you would hate hearing it, but tonight, you’re so relaxed and pleased you don’t have it in you to care.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” you squeeze your eyes tighter as he curls his finger down, directly stimulating your sweet spot as his tongue continues mercilessly circling your clit.

He can feel how close you are, how your cunt keeps sucking his fingers in and how you’re trying desperately to rock your hips against him. His tongue moves hard and fast, adding a second finger to your tight pussy as he hits it harder, sending shockwaves through your body as your orgasm builds more and more.

“Fuck, Chris I’m gonna cum,” you whimper as your muscles are locking up, heart rate speeds up and your breathing becomes desperate pants.

“Come on, cum for me baby. Let me taste you,” he tells you. That’s all it takes, your walls clamp down around his fingers, your face twists in pleasure as your body shakes and toes curl; your orgasm wrecking you.

Chris moans against you as he cleans you up, tasting your juices on his tongue.

“So fucking good for me,” he praises as he places kisses on your lower back, kneading your ass just a little. He allows you a second to come back to earth before helping you roll over.

“More,” you grab at him, pulling him down so your lips finally meet in a hot, messy- slightly salty- kiss. Teeth knocking ever so slightly, tongues gliding against one another, both of you tasting the other and exploring your mouths. For a brief moment you go back to when you were younger, a memory of a similar make out session happening on his couch, one that was interrupted by his parents coming home. You smile against his mouth at the flashback. Two young innocent kids, little did you know the future that laid before you.

“That good huh?” he pants against your lips. You moan in response, hands going from his neck to his broad shoulders, down his chest.

“Lay back,” you whisper to him and he obliges. You watch him lay down, his eyes are on your chest, your breasts bouncing ever so slightly as you position yourself, chest to chest. You kiss him once, before moving down to his jawline, a hand running up and down his taut stomach, soft moans escaping you as the passion in you continues to burn bright.

“Fuck I want you so bad,” you whisper into his ear.

“Wanna taste you, feel you, own you.”

This earns a straight up whimper from him as his hips lift into the air at your words.

“I’m yours, baby.” He breathes out, eyes closed and head slightly turned giving you better access to neck. His hand finds its way into your hair, cradling it your head.

You kiss down his chest, your freshly manicured hands touching his sensitive nipples, making him shudder before you gently lap at each one, his head tipping in back in pleasure. You glance down at his crotch, noticing a damp spot where the head of his cock should be. You softly groan at the sight, but decide to take your time, worshiping his body. You leave open mouthed kisses down his stomach, taking your time, tracing a few of his muscles with your tongue on your way down.

The feeling of your wet tongue on his skin makes him gasp, goosebumps popping up on his skin. He grinds his hips against the air, desperate for friction.

“M on fire,” he whimpers out as you place kisses along his happy trail, just above his waist band. Your index finger playfully runs up the bulge in his pants, and he hisses at the contact, a slight twitch being seen underneath the clothing. You grin as you place one last kiss to his pelvis before sliding his pants off, his cock springing free.

“Oh god,” you whisper as you see how hard he is. You squeeze your thighs together, the feeling of his cock like a ghost in your hole. You tease his slit, earning a groan from him, smearing the precum over his shaft as his head tips back, a growl coming from his throat.

“Fuck, please, I want your mouth,” he pants. You take a moment to really drink in the image, his body is putty in your hands, yours to use and play with, his eyes are screwed shut, mouth hanging open, muscles tense under your touch.

You wrap your lips around him, Chan having to do everything he can to not buck his hips up into you. He watches you slowly sink down, then back up, sucking his cock like it’s going out of style.

“Ah,” he gasps, panting, hand finding its way to the back of your head, not to push or even guide, but to ground himself. To keep him from losing all control right now. The way your cheeks hollow out feel like heaven, the way his cock almost touches the back of your throat is euphoric, and you can feel how the twitches inside your mouth.

“Baby- ah fuck - baby, s-stop.” He pleads breathlessly. You oblige immediately, looking up at him to see if he’s ok.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He laughs breathlessly and pulls you up to him, flipping you on your back.

“No, you’re perfect, jus wanna be inside you when I cum. Fill you up all nice and pretty.” He murmurs, practically babbling at his point with how bad he wants to please and fill you. He lines himself up at your entrance.

“Could make you a mommy again, yeah? See you filled up with me, all swollen and beautiful,” he moans at the thought.

“Shh, Chris, Chris,” he’s so far gone when he looks at you, you can see the way he snaps back.

“’m sorry,” he mumbles before kissing your lips as he slides in. You gasp, the motion unexpected, and he takes his time to explore your mouth once more.

“Fuck,” you choke out. He stays still for a moment, bracing himself on one hand besides your head, the other stroking your cheek.

“What do you think though, about having another someday?” You look up at him, his eyes communicating he isn’t kidding.

“Someday, yeah.” Your hand cups his cheek, his brown eyes sparkle ever so slightly against the candle light. He dips his head down, capturing your lips as he slowly rocks his hips into yours; both of you moaning at how good it feels to be connected as one.

“Fuck, go faster,” you plead as your lips separate, but your foreheads stay together, both covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Ah, fuck,” he moans, dropping his head to your shoulder, placing kisses and a few love bites every now and again. Your chests are pressed together, bodies rocking together at the movement of his hips. Your legs wrap around his torso, heels slightly digging into his back.

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear. You’re holding onto his shoulder’s, nails beginning to bite into the flesh underneath.

“Ah,” he hisses at the sting.

“Sorry,” you whimper and he shakes his head bringing his face back to yours.

“No, no feels good,” he screws his eyes shut as he feels it again, a low growl leaving him.

“I love you too,” you whisper and he brings his forehead back down to yours again.

His thrusts are sloppier now; he brings a hand down between you and furiously rubs circles on your clit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, keep going, keep going, keep -oh shit,” your body starts to tense, nails scratching at his back, leaving behind thin red lines.

“Come on baby, cum for me. Make a mess on my cock,” he pants. That sends you over the edge, a loud cry echoes in the room as your body locks up, Chan fucking you through it, helping you ride the wave of your toe-curling orgasm. Chan’s hits as the after shocks hit you, his face buried in your neck as he cries out, sloppily pumping into you as you feel it warmth between your legs.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers as he stills, his orgasm just as intense and heavy. His heart thuds against his chest as he takes a moment to come back to reality, the aftershocks wearing off. He places a single longing kiss to your lips before slowly pulling out and laying down beside you. You look at each other, you share pink dusted cheeks, sweaty bodies and you’re totally fucked out.

“You are the most amazing woman,” he breathes as he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world. You smile and lean over kissing his forehead. He grabs a wash cloth, dampens it with warm water and starts to clean you up, murmuring apologies as the cloth swipes across your sensitive center as gasps along with hip jerks flow from you.

The two of you crawl under the covers, snuggling each other, limbs tangled.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, the sound of the now apparent rain beating against the window for background noise.

“For what?” He mumbles.

“For an amazing day, for being an amazing dad and just everything you do for us,” You look up at him nostalgically, thankfully, and smile. He cups your cheek with his left hand.

“I’d do anything for you, y/n.” he whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead. Chan watches as you slowly fall asleep, quietly getting up blowing out each candle, saving the clean up for the morning before you have to go pick up your son.

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Warnings: sending dirty pics, kissing, fluff, touching, intended smut.

Summary: you and Matt were staying at Chris’s apartment until your apartment was done being renovated. You went to go take a shower, and took a sexy pic in the mirror, and sent it to Matt.

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While your apartment was being renovated which will only take a week, you needed to stay at Chris’s apartment. You and Matt had your own room which was nice, you had lots of privacy.

It was a rainy morning, you could hear the rain tapping on the windows knowing you were going to be stuck inside all day. You woke up rolling over and realized Matt wasn’t in bed with you. You threw on Matt’s oversized sweater and came downstairs.

As you were walking down the stairs, you smelled bacon.

“Mmmm who’s cooking?” You laughed out.

You look over, and Matt turns around smiling at you while he was making bacon.

“Goodmorning beautiful” he said with a big grin.

You noticed Nate and Chris sitting at the table chatting. You weren’t expecting Nate to be over this morning. Not that it was a bad thing. Nate had come over early in the morning to visit, since he hasn’t hung out in a while, it was his only opportunity since he was going to be leaving town for a few weeks.

As Matt was starting to cook the eggs, you came up behind him wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him reach down for your hand and rub his thumb along your arm.

It sent chills up your spine.

He was so gentle. Any gentle touch Matt gave you, drove you crazy, and he knew that.

He turned his body around to face you, pulling you in for a warm kiss, his hand caressing your back.

“Ew get a room you two” Nate laughed.

You looked over at Nate and laughed.

“Well I’m going to go shower while I wait for breakfast, I’ll be back in like 15 minutes” you said as you started walking up the stairs.

You had this brilliant idea to tease Matt.

You got in the shower, washed your body with vanilla scented soap, just like Matt liked. You turned off the water, got out and sat in your towel.

What if I take a picture in just my towel, and send it to Matt? You thought. Will it drive him crazy?

You snapped the picture. But you weren’t ready to send the picture yet.

You heard a small knock on the bathroom door.

You scrambled thinking maybe it was Nate or Chris, because Matt usually never knocks. But then again, this isn’t our house.

“Who is it?” You replied.

You hear a quiet voice, “it’s me baby, I just wanted to let you know breakfast is ready whenever you are.”

You opened the door in just your towel.

“I’ll be ready in a few minutes, just need to get dressed.” You said looking at him with a smile. He had the look of awe in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful baby” he said his cheeks pink and a soft grin.

You decided to flash him. You opened up your towel. He seen all of you.

He giggled looking up and down. “Don’t do that sweetheart. We can’t do that here.” He said grabbing your hands.

“Come on, it’ll only be 5 minutes” you said teasingly.

He came in and closed the bathroom door. You looked up at him leaning in for a kiss. The kiss was tender and soft.

“Matt, are you coming for breakfast?” You hear Chris yell up the stairs. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby, we can’t do this right now. I don’t want them to hear us.” He whispered.

You looked at him with a playful frown.

“Later, okay?” He said reassuring you.

He walked out of the bathroom, and closed the door.

You put on your nice blue and white sundress, the one you knew Matt loved. Put on a bit of mascara, and put your hair into 2 French braids.

You walked downstairs, made a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast.

You sat down beside Matt at the breakfast table. He looked at you with a gentle smile.

“You look so beautiful in that dress”

“Oh god, here we go again… just get a room” Chris laughed.

“All he did was compliment my dress Chris. Relax” you giggled back.

You pulled out your phone and pulled up Matt’s contact.

You pulled up the picture you took earlier in the bathroom and click sent.

You put your phone face down on the table immediately.

He felt his phone buzz so he looked down and seen you sent him a picture.

He opened up the picture, and seen you wrapped in a white towel with your beautiful hair draping over your shoulders and a seductive look on your face.

He tried to not make it obvious but he was looking down with that hot smirk thing he does with his lips that drive you insane. He looked at you in the corner of his eye as you were taking a bite of your bacon.

You reached down underneath the table, no one else could see where your hand was. You moved your hand up his thigh, and palmed him over his clothed dick.

He was so hard. Just by looking at a picture of you like that. It turned you on seeing him all flustered.

All he could text back was, “just wait until we get back home baby😉”

You could feel the heat between your legs.

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This is so hot ahhhh🥵 I hope you guys enjoyed

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