Vamps Smut

cheeky. CSJB

woke up at 4 in the afternoon feeling groggy. It was the nearly hangover-like feeling of having cried yourself to sleep; your cheeks were still a bit sticky with the evidence. You lied there in the warm sheets for a moment, allowing yourself to wallow in self-pity a bit, before begrudgingly swinging your legs over the side of the bed and trudging across the carpeted bedroom floor.
You groaned to no one in particular at the bathroom light that seemed far too bright when you flipped the switch, brushed your teeth, and splashed some water on your face. There was a pair of wadded-up sweat pants on the floor next to your dresser that appeared clean enough, so you pulled those on over the underwear you had slept in and wandered into the kitchen.
The loud growl that sounded from your stomach gave you a not-so-subtle reminder that you were extremely hungry. You easily convinced yourself that pop tarts were a perfectly appropriate meal at 4 P.M and plopped down on the couch in the living room with the silver-wrapped pastries and a bottle of water. The sugary-sweetness of your extremely nutritious food choice made you feel a bit better as you idly surfed through the channels on the T.V, at least until the memory of last night's events decided to pop up and rain on your parade.
Fighting wasn't usually something you and your boyfriend did much of, but lately, things had been different. It just seemed like Connor was always away somewhere: on tour, in the studio, or any of the other places being in a successful band brought you. You knew that it was Connor's job and what he loved doing more than practically anything else, and you tried your best to be understanding of that. You were only human, though, and sometimes it was hard not to be a little bothered by how it seemed that everyone was getting to spend time with your boyfriend but you.
You had confessed all of this to Connor after he had asked why you seemed so irritable lately, and he was very understanding about it, making you feel even guiltier about your selfish attitude. You mentally put yourself in line, reminding yourself about how much the band meant to Connor, and assured him that it wasn't bothering you anymore. He promised you that the next night he and the band had decided to leave the studio at six P.M instead of so late at night like they usually did when things were going well because they needed a break, so the two of you could go out to a nice restaurant and spend the evening doing whatever you wanted.
This news made you feel a lot better, and you found yourself growing more and more excited as the next day went on. You picked out a necklace Connor had gotten you for your birthday and your favourite dress to wear to dinner. At 5:59 you were sitting on the couch, more than ready to go and eager for Connor to get home. When the clock on the wall reached 6:30, you were a bit irritated that he hadn't arrived yet, but you figured he had just gotten distracted in the studio and decided to brush it off. However, the time stretched on and Connor was still nowhere to be found. The television was on but you were only half paying attention, mostly you were just growing angrier and angrier that he hadn't shown up yet. He finally stumbled through the door at 12 P.M, and you turned away from the T.V to glare at him.
"What the fuck, Connor. I thought we were going to dinner! You could have at least called to tell me you weren't going to come, instead of leaving me waiting here all night."
"Sorry, babe," he slurred drunkenly, and you bugged your eyes out at him.
"You're wasted?! Fucking great! You just decided to ditch me to go party with your dumbass friends without even telling me? Real fucking nice, dude."
Of course you were angry at him for showing up 6 hours late and drunk off his ass, but what really made your blood boil was that he didn't even seem apologetic; he just continued to make excuses and try to brush you off. After yelling at each other for a good twenty minutes, you told him to just leave. He stormed out of the apartment and had to walk the several blocks back home in the dark, not that you cared at this point. You had gone upstairs and cried for hours, feeling hurt by Connor's actions, but also extremely upset that you had fought because it was so unlike the two of you.
A knock at the door echoing through your apartment pulled you back to the present, and you shook your head to clear your thoughts. You weren't expecting anyone today, so you figured there was only one person it could be. Discarding the T.V remote to your side, you rose to your feet with a sigh. You were tired and part of you didn't feel like having to face your boyfriend right now, but you knew that making up with him would make you feel so much better (providing his apology was adequate), so you walked to the entrance and pulled open the door.
Sure enough, Connor was on the other side, His hand rubbing at his neck and holding a huge bouquet of flowers.
"Hey. These are, uh, for you." He said after a moment's pause, offering them to you with a hopeful smile.
"Wow," you commented carefully, "These look...expensive."
Connor's face fell a bit as you spoke, so you quickly added, "And they're beautiful," at which he perked up considerably. You knew you needed to be forgiving, just not too easily. Connor needed to understand that he had really upset you so that he wouldn't do it again next time, but you didn't want to be too hard on him because you hated to see him look so sad.
"So, listen, I'm really sorry." He stated when you had situated the flowers in a vase, and you nodded for him to continue.
"It was really thoughtless of me to forget about our date, I was just so caught up with the guys it slipped my mind."
You quirked an eyebrow, at which he shook his head and quickly corrected himself.
"Not that that's any excuse, of course. I promised you we would get to spend time together and that should have been at the forefront of my mind. Also, I'm so sorry I acted like a jerk about it when I got home. I seemed like I didn't care or that I didn't think it was a big deal, but I was just drunk and stupid and that's not how I really feel about it at all."
You nodded again and almost laughed at the obvious relief that appeared on his face when he realized he had said the right thing this time.
"I honestly feel awful, and I can promise you it will never happen again. Can you forgive me?" That hopeful little smile was back on Connor's face, eyebrows pulling together and mouth quirking up just slightly.
You paused just a moment for dramatic effect before you caved, stiff posture slackening as you agreed.
"Of course I can, silly. It really hurt my feelings when you didn't show up, but I understand that it was a mistake. Besides, I can never stay mad at you for too long with that stupidly adorable face of yours."
Connor wrinkled his nose as you reached up to pinch his cheeks teasingly, but you could tell he was pleased you weren't too angry with him and that things could get back to normal between you now.
"So uh, since we didn't get to do go dinner last night, I was thinking maybe I could make it up to you tonight. I got us reservations for that new restaurant in town, any chance you'd like to go?"
Your mouth broke open into a huge grin at that.
"Oh my gosh, really? I've been wanting to go there so bad!"
He nodded, smiling at how excited you seemed. The reservations were for 8 o'clock, so you had an hour to get ready before it was time to go.
Dinner went as perfectly as it possibly could have. You both had gotten all dressed up since it was a pretty formal restaurant, and you had an amazing time. The food was great, Connor was great, and you were even happier now that you and Connor had made up quickly.
The end of the evening found you and Connor cuddled up on the couch in a fluffy blanket, a tub of your favorite ice cream that Connor had stopped to pick up for you in your hands and a cheesy romantic comedy on in the background. You scooped up a spoonful of the dessert and pushed it past Connor's lips, watching as he swallowed and made a pleased noise.
You turned your attention to the movie again but quickly found yourself watching Connor more often than the screen. His eyes scrunched up adorably when he laughed at the ridiculous lines, a light, breathy sound that made it completely impossible for you not to lean up and peck his cheek gently. When he turned to look at you the smile lingered in his reflective eyes, and he leaned down to kiss you back tenderly, fitting your lips together and sighing contentedly into your mouth. He hovered just above your lips for a moment as he whispered coyly, "Tastes like ice cream," before pushing back in and kissing you more deeply this time.
Connor's hands were warm as they roamed along your torso, tracing patterns across your back and ghosting over your breasts lightly, causing your stomach to flutter. His touch crackled like electricity when he slid his hands under your shirt, feather-light touches tickling slightly and making you arch your back to bring him closer. You whined in protest as he pulled away from the kiss, but it quickly broke off into a moan when he attached his mouth to the base of your neck and began sucking a bruise there , breathing hot against your skin.
You felt fingers trace along the waistband of your pants teasingly before slowly dipping inside, causing you to shiver. You were on Connor's lap now, arms settled on his shoulders while he kissed and bit at your neck, his fingers beginning to stroke at you gently through the fabric of your underwear. You could feel his growing erection against your ass and you rocked your hips down slowly, eliciting a quiet groan from your boyfriend. Finally, after what seemed like forever, He pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger inside of you. You sighed breathily at the sensation and pushed your hips down to meet the gentle thrusts of his hand.
Connor added another finger soon after and used his thumb to rub at your clit gently, gradually increasing the pace and roughness as you bucked and moaned on top of him until you finally came, panting heavily and digging your fingers into his shoulders. His lips found yours as you slowly came down from your climax and reciprocated for Connor, tugging him free from his pants and jerking him off quickly and firmly until he spilled over your fingers with a broken moan.
You spent a while just kissing slowly after that, his hands cupping your face and thumbs stroking over your cheeks as you pressed your torso to his. Eventually you reluctantly broke apart and saw that it was getting very late, so Connor scooped you up and carried you to your bedroom, tucking you into the bed and curling up next to you. Warm arms twined around your waist and you sighed contentedly, drifting off to the sound of Connor murmuring sweet things to you in a hushed whisper.