“Where are your eggs? I know you must have some, but I don’t see them anywhere.”
“They’re in the vegetable drawer, of course.”
“What? Why?” Stiles straightens up from where he’s been searching through Allison’s fridge and looks at her curiously. “I looked everywhere except there.”
“I like keeping my vegetables on the shelf, so I put the eggs and butter in the veggie drawer.” Allison arches a brow. “Don’t even give me that look, Stiles. It’s my fridge, so it doesn’t matter if it offends your sensibilities.”
“I’m not offended, just confused.” Stiles sticks his tongue out at her before leaning down to open the drawer. There is, indeed, a carton of eggs, butter, and sour cream in the vegetable drawer. “You know, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to date someone who puts vegetables on the shelf and eggs in the vegetable drawer because that really is a little weird, Allison.”
“Oh really?” Allison snorts before rolling her eyes, knowing he’s just teasing her. “You know where the door’s at. Don’t let it hit you on the ass when you leave.”
“Ouch. I’m so not feeling any love right now,” Stiles points out, closing the fridge door after he gets four eggs out of the carton. “That’s not what you were saying last night, you know?”
“Yes, well, last night I wanted to ride your pretty face and fuck that big cock,” Allison says sweetly, blowing him a kiss when he mutters at her. “Now that I’ve got what I want, I don’t have to play nice anymore.”
“I see how it is. You just want to use me for sex then discard me when I dare mention how ridiculously you’ve organized your fridge.” Stiles puts his hand over his heart and sighs dramatically. “I’m feeling so used.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Allison laughs. “Anyway, I don’t remember going into your kitchen and making judgements about the fact that you alphabetized your spice rack and insist on labeling everything with the date you open it.”
“Ah, but, see, you’re able to criticize me so easily because you obviously thought those things,” he points out, walking over to put the eggs on the cabinet. “I’m just honest enough to tell you what I think instead of being sneaky and storing everything to spout out at you later to try to win an argument.”
“Is this an argument?” Allison picks up a knife and reaches for the onion she’d taken out earlier. “I’d really be disappointed if our first coupley argument was over the fact that I arrange my fridge the way I want to and you’re too traditional to think outside the box. It needs to be something about more important than that so we can reminisce about it fondly as we get older.”
“Traditional? Me?” Stiles snorts even as he smiles at her talking about them long-term like what they have together has a future to it. “It’s not traditional to expect eggs to not be in the vegetable drawer, Aly, it’s just common sense. And it isn’t an argument. We can save that milestone in our relationship for a later time.”
“Common sense to traditional boring people, maybe.” Allison smiles slyly as she looks at him. “I happen to find it practical. Now, can we please stop debating fridge arrangements and focus on more important matters? Like these delicious omelets I’ve been promised?”
“I’m not boring,” he mutters. He opens the cabinets to try to find her pans. While they’ve been friends for years, the ‘more than friends’ part of their relationship is pretty new, and Allison just moved into this apartment last month, so he has no idea how she’s set everything up yet. When he bends over to search the bottom cabinet, he hears her whistle behind him and can’t resist wiggling his ass at her.
“Shake it baby,” she teases, giving another wolf whistle that makes him forget all about her ridiculous fridge organization. “You’ve got such an amazing ass, Stiles. I’ve thought that for years, since I was dating Scott, in fact. Obviously, back then I didn’t think about biting into those firm cheeks or licking you until you beg, but I definitely appreciated that tight butt.”
“Oh, stop. You’ll make me blush,” he deadpans, finally finding the pan he needs so he can make the best omelets ever. There’s suddenly a slap to his right ass cheek, hard enough to feel even with the thick denim in the way. He raises his head so quickly that he hits it on the top of the cabinet, cursing under his breath as he listens to Allison giggle. “Funny, is it?”
“Not at all.” She’s still giggling, and she completely loses it when he gets out of the cabinet and turns to face her. His head doesn’t hurt, but it’s the principle of the matter. “I couldn’t resist spanking you, Stiles. It’s your own fault for having such a tempting ass. Yes, I’m totally victim blaming and don’t care.”
“You’re a menace.” Stiles puts the pan down before moving quickly, lifting her up and putting her on the counter. “My ass is still sore from you slapping it so much last night while demanding I fuck you harder and deeper.”
“And faster,” she adds with a flutter of her eyelashes. “I know we’ve only been having sex for a few weeks so far, but I won’t break. I’m not like the other people you’ve had sex with because I love your big cock and want you fucking me with it. You just need to realize that there’s a time and place for gentle. That time and place doesn’t happen to be when I’m working on my fourth orgasm of the night because you’re a wicked tease who likes wrecking me beyond repair.”
“Can we not discuss my dick and past lovers who were intimidated and made me feel self-conscious about it please?” Stiles makes a face. It’s still a slightly sore topic, especially since he knows from research that his dick isn’t like ‘uncomfortable for sex all the time’ huge even if it’s above average in length and girth.
Allison brushes his hair back from his forehead and smiles. “I like discussing it because you need to know there’s nothing shameful about having that lovely cock. I’ve already shown you that I can not only take it but enjoy having it inside me,” she murmurs, nuzzling his nose before kissing the corner of his mouth. “When you can tell me that you’re no longer insecure about it, then we’ll stop talking about it so much.”
“You look good in my shirt,” he says, deliberately changing the focus of conversation because it’s just not something he wants to think about too much. While he does believe that Allison is totally into his dick, it’s only been a few weeks since their friendship became physical, so she could still change her mind. He moves his hands up her bare legs until he reaches the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. “Think you’d look even better out of it, though.”
“What about those omelets?” Allison moves her arms over his shoulders, fingernails lightly scratching his shoulder blade and the other hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You promised me the best omelets I’ve ever had, and I’m not letting you distract me from getting breakfast this morning.”
“It’s early. Plenty of time for breakfast later.” He leans in to kiss her, light and teasing at first. She tightens the grip on his hair and returns the kiss, licking at his lips as she moves her legs around his waist. His jeans aren’t actually buttoned, just pulled on because they’re at her apartment so he didn’t have anything more comfortable to wear while making breakfast. He draws the line at nudity while making bacon because of a self-preservation instinct regarding his dick not getting hit by popping grease. His underwear are somewhere in her bedroom, but he hadn’t been able to find them this morning, so jeans it is.
“Isn’t sex in the kitchen unhygienic?” she asks when they pull apart. “You wouldn’t stay naked so I could enjoy the view while we were cooking, after all. I got a lecture about your delicate bits needing protected, in fact.”
“We aren’t having sex on the stove or by the ingredients for our food, so it’s fine.” Stiles grins when she looks at him. “I wouldn’t care about cooking naked if I wasn’t planning on frying bacon, alright?”
“Sex on the stove sounds very uncomfortable.” Allison leans forward to suck on his bottom lip as she uses her legs to pull him closer. “Besides, you’re hot enough without adding real heat.”
“That was really awful,” he groans, laughing against her smiling lips.
“Yeah, it wasn’t my best effort, but I’m still exhausted from marathon orgasms last night, so what can I say?” Allison shrugs a shoulder, making his shirt fall open just enough for him to get a glimpse of her perky tits.
“If you dislike them so much, I’ll stop aiming for more than one,” he offers, fluttering his own eyelashes this time.
“Asshole,” she mutters, punching his arm. “You know how much I enjoy them, even if you seem intent on driving me crazy with those gorgeous hands and perfect mouth while you tease me for hours.”
“It’s only teasing if I don’t follow through.” He smiles smugly. “And you know that I always follow through, Aly. Anyway, it’s not always like that.”
“I really like you, Stiles,” she says suddenly, stroking his jaw as she stares into his eyes. “The sex is beyond amazing, likely to only get better once we really know each other’s bodies and what gets us off, but it’s more than sex. I just wanted you to know that because, well, it struck me that I haven’t actually said it yet. Alright?”
“Alright. Me too, by the way. Maybe more than like?” Stiles grins at her, leaning in for another kiss, licking into her mouth and sucking on her tongue as she lightly scratches his back. He begins to kiss his way across her face and down her neck, bending his knees as he moves lower. When he reaches her tits, he sucks on her nipples, listening to the noises she makes as he licks one then the other. He loves her tits, a perfect handful, so firm and perky he can’t help but want to touch them.
“See what I mean? Such a fucking tease.” Allison tugs on his hair as he keeps focusing on her tits until she’s moaning and breathless. Only then does he move lower, kissing his way down her abdomen, licking at her hipbones before brushing kisses all over her hips. He’s squatting now, trying to get the right height for his next destination. Allison spreads her legs for him, tugging the shirt up so it’s out of his way. “Stop teasing me, Stiles.”
“What do you want, Allison?” He looks up at her, licking his lips as he rubs her inner thighs with his thumbs. “Tell me what you want, and maybe you’ll get it.”
“Kiss me,” she demands, arching her hips up as she reaches between her legs to stroke her cunt. She raises wet fingers up and traces the curve of his lips, pupils dilating as he sucks the wetness off her fingers, flicking his tongue against the webbing between her fingers in a deliberately provocative way. She makes a low noise before pulling her fingers out of his mouth and dragging his head closer to her cunt. “Kiss me, Stiles. Make me come on that pretty face then I’ll suck your cock, let you fuck my face, my throat, until I swallow your come.”
“Fuck,” he breathes out, loving her filthy mouth and how she isn’t shy about tell him what she wants. He leans forward and nuzzles her cunt, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter so he can reach her better. Then he kisses her, pushing his tongue inside and licking up her pre-come. She tastes delicious, so addictive, and he laps at her as she grips his hair tightly. He loves oral sex, giving and receiving, and he’s already done this a lot in the weeks since they started fucking, so he knows what gets her off, what makes her squirm and moan, and he uses that knowledge to his advantage.
As she writhes against his face, he shifts his position, trying to get more comfortable. She’s moving more, squirming and making soft noises that drive him wild, rolling her hips and squeezing her tit with the hand not buried in his hair. Suddenly, she’s sliding off the counter, and he’s losing his balance trying to catch her. They tumble to the floor in a mess of limbs, Stiles landing on his back with Allison on top of him. His back hits the floor with enough force to make him let out an oomph of surprise, and she bangs her knees against the hard tile as she ends up straddling his chest.
“When I said I was starting to fall for you, I didn’t mean it this literally,” Allison says, pushing her hair out of her face and looking down at him. They blink at each other for a moment before they start laughing. “Ow. My leg hurts. How’s your back?” She’s still laughing as she strokes his face, wiping his wet lips with her thumb.
“It’s been better,” he admits, stroking her thighs before he licks at her thumb, sucking it into his mouth. “I’ve had worse, though, during any number of supernatural fights we’ve fought. So why don’t you get that lovely cunt up here so I can finish what I started?”
“I’ll give you a nice massage later, after breakfast,” she tells him, leaning down to kiss him before she moves around and crawls on the kitchen floor until she’s straddling his face. She leans down to shove his jeans out of the way, and he raises his hips to help her. His bare ass is now rubbing against the cool floor as she strokes his dick. He’s been hard since he started kissing her, but the fall had made him soften a little. It doesn’t take much attention from Allison before he’s completely hard again, though.
“God, your mouth feels good,” he says as she sucks the head of his dick, lapping at pre-come and teasing him in retribution for all the teasing he’s done. Trying to focus, he starts licking her cunt, fucking her with his tongue as she grinds her clit against his chin. She starts sucking his dick, her hair brushing against his thighs and her tits rubbing against his abdomen as she bobs her head up and down. He rolls his hips up to fuck her mouth as he licks her cunt, lapping at her as she rides his face.
When she tightens her thighs around his face, he knows she’s close. He starts licking her faster, kneading her ass cheeks as she keeps moving, riding him harder until she’s pulling off his dick and moaning. She comes hard, her body trembling as he keeps licking her through her orgasm. After she comes down, she starts sucking him again, more intently this time, stroking his dick and licking her fingers and his shaft. She squeezes his balls before dragging her wet fingers lower, playing with his hole as she licks his dick and moves her head. Stiles groans when she eases the tip of a finger inside his ass, bucking his hips up more erratically as she gradually works it inside him.
Since there’s no lube except spit, which is totally not enough, she takes her time, just getting enough inside for him to feel it. Then she sucks harder, knowing what gets him off during oral just as easily as he knows her. He’s babbling against her thighs, not even sure what he’s saying except that it’s probably filthy because they both sort of get off on dirty talk. She pulls off his dick, jerking it with a firm grip, twisting her wrist. He fucks her fist as she fingers his ass, her cunt rubbing against face as she urges him to come. It doesn’t take much longer until he obeys, bucking up and grunting as he shoots his come all over her fist and his lower abdomen.
“You taste good,” she murmurs, sucking her fingers as she rolls off of him. She smiles mischievously as she offers him her hand, moaning as he leans forward to suck one of her fingers clean of his own come. Then they’re kissing again, Allison straddling him on the kitchen floor as they lick into each other’s mouths.
Knowing them, they’ll have another go before they’re satisfied, then they can clean up and make breakfast. They might be in the early stages of their romantic relationship, but Stiles is pretty sure that he could get used to this, and he thinks maybe Allison feels the same way.