(smut oneshot)
Waking up next to Avril Lavigne is the best thing that could ever happen to me. What am I supposed to do now, with this beautiful girl laying right next to me?
here's something i wrote for myself for my birthday. (it was in june but whatever) i've had a huge crush on avril since i was 12 so it's only fair that i write about her.
haven't uploaded it til now...
i feel like there's not enough books for male readers, especially for avril.
enjoy my dudes ;-))
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She hugs my head to her chest and rests her head atop mine, and I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, her skin smooth and soft against my fingertips, my palms. I kiss a line up between her breasts, lazily mouthing up her sternum, and feeling her shiver slightly as I breathe against her skin.
"Anthony," she begins softly, carding her fingers through my hair.
"Hey Av," I whisper back, pressing my face into her chest.
Avril cups my face with a small hand, reaching under my chin and settling on my ear, fingers tracing the outer shell.
"Morning," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "The sun's barely up. Go back to sleep."
I glance over, reading the digital clock, the numbers reading 6:23 AM in a faint green. Outside our window, the cold morning air swirls, our bedroom plunged in a silvery white glow, the sun scarcely shining through the gauzy white curtains.
"Can't," I mumble against her skin, "and I'd rather not," I say, pressing my hips closer to her body, and she understands immediately.
"Wanna fuck?" I ask.
A small smile graces her lips.
"I was thinking about last night too," she admits, and I smirk up at her.
Oh shit, last night.
Last night, we were so drunk coming back from a party a friend threw, we couldn't even figure out the keys to our place last night, and by the time we were in, she was already half-naked. She was giggling so much, that crazy girl, and all I had to do was pick her tiny self up and toss her onto the bed, and we went from there.
I crawl up and cage her between my arms.
"Then, this shouldn't be a problem?" I ask.
"Not at all," Avril grins, her hands slinking up to my face, and pulling me down into a kiss.
I ease my tongue between her lips, and she presses her tongue back against mine, not quite giving in so easily until I nip at her bottom lip, and she squeaks, right as I push my tongue in.
"Don't test me," I mumble against her lips, and she catches my bottom lip with her teeth, giggling, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Where's the fun in that?" she whispers, squinting up at me, and I dive in for her lips again, our noses pressing against each other as I kiss her deep, her head pressed back into the pillows.
