Dacre Montgomery Oneshots.

The View

The smell of fresh coffee and the sizzling of a frying pan is what disturbed you from your sleep around 7:30 that morning. Your nose twitched at the smell, before slowly opening your eyes, the harsh light from the curtains in front of you making you want to close them almost immediately. The bed you were laying in, your boyfriend’s bed, was incredibly warm compared to the cold December air engulfing the room. Usually, it wouldn’t be so cold, but then you realized that your body wasn’t exactly covered up underneath the grey sheets. Biting your lip, you pulled the dark grey comforter up to your eyes, smiling at the memory of last night, your cheeks burning a hot red. You ran your finger tips down your side, grimacing at their cold touch, before allowing them to land on your sore hips. Dacre had held onto you so tightly last night, you were positive there were going to be bruises- and you were right. The flesh was sensitive and sore, and without having to look, you knew there were discolored marks in the shape of his fingers. Your body became warm thinking of last night, of the way Dacre had moved within you. But before you could think any longer, there was a crash from outside the door, most likely from the kitchen.

“Crap,” a deep voice shouted, your eyebrows raising in judgement as you eyed the closed door to your left. With a sigh and one final moment under the warmth of the blankets, you uncurled yourself and began searching for some comfortable clothes. The wood flooring on your bare feet wasn’t pleasurable, but you ignored it, quickly shifting through the drawers for a pair of fuzzy socks. Once you had successfully come across purple ones, you pulled those on, followed by your underwear, a pair of checkered pajama pants, and Dacre’s white button-up shirt (that you chose not to button up all the way).

Making your way out of the bedroom, the smell of coffee, bacon and what could only be pancakes wafted through the condo. The hallway that lead to the kitchen (and the kitchen itself) was much warmer than your bedroom, causing you to hum in content. Peering around the corner of the hallway, you saw Dacre in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweat pants. He was crouched on the ground, a small broom in his hand as he sweeped pieces of broken glass into a dustpan. From what you could tell, it had just been a side plate, nothing drastic or in need of immediate replacement. You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your laughter, leaning against the wall. Tilting your head, a smirk graced your features as you eyed Dacre’s backside, your tongue running over your lips. His shoulders flexed as his arms reached out for stray pieces of glass, while his ass stayed taught, keeping him balanced on the pads of his feet. When Dacre stood up, making sure all the pieces of glass were secured in the pan, his muscles briefly rippled down his side, before they disappeared underneath his relaxed back.

“Well, I must say. If this is what I get to wake up to every morning, I just might have to move in,” you finally spoke, making your presence known. The dirty blond whipped around, nearly losing the contents of his dustpan in the process. “I mean, I get a delightful night full of sex,” you began, slowly walking towards him, “I get to be woken up with the smell of fresh coffee and homemade breakfast, and I get my very own half-naked maid. Sounds like a package deal if you ask me,” you finished, coming to a stop in front of him and placing your cold hands on his bare chest. Reaching over and setting the pan down on the counter, Dacre wrapped his arms around you with a wide smile.

“Doesn’t sound like a too horrible idea, babe,” he grinned, pushing a few strands of your frazzled hair out of your face. You grinned back at him, your cheeks heating up at the idea of actually living with Dacre. He gently took hold of your chin, pulling it up so he could lean down and give you a soft kiss. The taste of coffee and bacon infiltrated your mouth, and once you pulled away, Dacre gave you one last kiss to the top of your head. “How do you feel from last night?” he asked quietly, his hands falling to your hips.

“I feel great,” you said without hesitation, pushing your hips into his hands. “They’re bruised, like I knew they’d be, but I don’t mind. It’s a nice reminder,” you giggled, giving his collarbone a nip as he gripped your sore hips in return.

“Yeah? We can have a couple more reminders after we eat, gorgeous,” he groaned into your ear, his hand going around to roughly grope at your ass. You jumped at the surprise contact, throwing your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t knock him over.

“Let’s hope you made something good to eat, Mr.Montgomery,” you teased, giving the side of his neck a light peck before breaking away from him. You looked over your shoulder, seeing the way he had narrowed his eyes at the loss of contact, as you took your seat at the kitchen’s island table.

“And if not, I’ll have plenty more to eat later,” he shot back, snickering at your gasp while he made his way back to the stove. “We’ll just have to wait and see, baby girl.”

So, it's been a REALLY hot minute, since I last posted on here.

I've had a whole lot of personal issues to deal with, so I was advised to take a break from the Internet for a bit. It must have worked, cause I stayed off much longer than I expected too.

I have loads of more chapters ready to post, so I hope you enjoy them!!