No one knows (Tré Cool Fanfiction)

The one I want

9AM, it's Sunday Morning and i finally wake up from a good night of sleep in my warm and comfy bed. I check my phone to see if Tré hung up the call, and it's the case. He probably wanted to let me sleep in peace, I thought. I take the time to stretch, relax a little and make sure im wide awake before leaving my bed. As im about to get up, I hear some unexpected noises coming from my kitchen. I freeze for a second, making sure im not turning completely crazy, just when I hear a saucepan fall on the floor followed by someone cussing angrily. I carefully stand up, put a shirt on and slowly open my room's door. I stop moving for a couple of seconds and hear more clearly someone saying ''Fucking shit, I swear I can't cook! That was the most stupid fucking idea i've ever had.'' Why the fuck is there someone in my kitchen that's trying to cook something when they know themselves they can't cook? I slowly got closer to the kitchen trying my best not to make a sound. As I take a fast look in the kitchen to see who fucking broke in my house, I can see Tré, in front of the stove, trying to make some eggs. I automatically burst out in laughter, releasing all my anxiety but also giving Tré a heart attack.

Tré, turning around to face me, screaming like a lady in a horror movie: What the fuck are you doing awake!! You were sleeping not even 10 minutes ago and you usually never wake up before 10AM! Oh my god you scared me so fucking bad.

Me, catching my breath after laughing like a damn clown: Dude what the fuck are YOU doing in my kitchen! I thought some kind of motherfucker broke in my house to rob my things.

Tré: Well as you can see I was trying to surprise you with a good little breakfast but it's not really a surprise anymore. Anyway It wasn't really going to taste that good since its the 3rd egg that i've burnt.

Me, giggling at his frustration: It's fine Tré I don't even like eggs. But I still don't know how you got in my house?

Tré: Oh yeah, well your living room's window was open.

Me, eyes wide open: Are you fucking serious? Im pretty surprised you fit in my window.

We both laugh together and I get closer to him, yawning as I get in his arms for a great and comforting bear hug.

Tré: Alright, what would my little princess want if she doesnt like eggs?

Me: Nothing really I just want you to pick me up in your arms so I can snuggle against your shirt.

Tré: Your wishes are my commands!

I open my arms wide and Tré picks me up in his arms as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms behind his neck. We giggle together, staring at each other and just start making out passionately. As I deepened the kiss, he understood I wanted way more than a simple makeout session. He gripped on my butt and placed me on the counter to remove his shirt. I pulled him closer and untied his black leather belt as I was still sitting on the counter, only dressed of some panties and a large shirt. I unzipped his jeans and he slowly took them off, giving me a little show to make me even more impatient for him. I removed my shirt in a hurry and he finally grabbed my waist and smashed his mouth against mine while our lips moved in perfect synchrony. He suddenly broke the kiss and lifted up my ass to remove my panties in which was remaining a huge wet spot where my pussy originally was. Right after, he lowered himself to my crotch to admire it for a second. He began to gently stroke my pussy lips with his fingers and ended up inserting two of his fingers Inside my hole, staring at my angelic face the whole time. As his fingers slid out of me, without breaking the eye contact, he gently placed his mouth on my pussy lips, holding my thighs to keep my legs wide open to give him a full access on my sensitive spots. He sticks out his tongue and begins to gently lick my clitoris, making me whimper softly. As he intensifies the circular movement he was doing with his tongue, I begin to squirm and try to close my thighs.