Ferris Bueller Ferris Bueller's Day Off Warning: Smut
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"Ferris, lemme in!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"You gotta!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Lemme in before I break your door down!"
I heard a tired groan, and then heard him roll out of bed to unlock his door. He did so, and I crossed my arms at him. Ferris turned around and walked back into his room, face-planting on his bed. I followed, and lay just like him, by his side. I looked to him, "Ferris...?"
His voice was muffled by the red blanket on his bed, "What?"
"What's the matter?"
"I'm tired from yesterday, that's all. So I'm acting like a piece if shit..."
I sighed a little and he turned his face to look at me. He certainly looked tired, and his hair was unbrushed in messy tufts. I rested a hand on his back, "Is there anything I can do?" He shrugged. I moved my hand from his back, to his jaw, rubbing his cheek gently, "Why haven't you slept?"
"I tried. Guess I'm just not worn out enough."
I smiled a little, "Want me to tire you out?"
He raised his brows, "Really?"
"Yeah. Come on, I'm up for a round. We haven't had sex in a while anyways, so I think we're a bit overdue."
He rolled onto his back, grinning at me, "Well? Hop on, 'fore my body changes it's mind."
I chuckled, getting up only to sit back down on his lap, leaning down to push my lips to his. Kissing him always seemed to be the fastest way to get him going, so I took that route. I eventually felt him harden, and moved my lips to his jaw. He had one hand on the back of my thigh, pulling me closer, and his other palm pushed to my lower back, bucking his hips to get some sort of friction. I trailed my hands down his chest, tucking my fingers under his shirt and pulling it off of him with ease.
He let out a breath, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes of his, his jaw clenching each time my hips met his. He gripped my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it across the room. He pulled me back down, kissing me again and forcing my hips to move in a cycle with his. I ran my hands down his chest again, tracing his naval, then his pant-line. He let out a soft moan, "If you don't stop teasing, I'm gonna have to switch places with you, baby"
His voice was satisfyingly raspy, and I continued teasing him. He eventually took my hands into his, and rolled us, so he was on top of me. His hips met mine in the fluster of the movement, and his grip loosened tremendously. He parted from me, fumbling with his belt buckle before pulling the leather through the loops of his pants. He almost tripped getting out of his pants, and I smiled a little, working off my own clothes. His eyes were glued between my legs, and before I could close them, he was between them, running his tongue flatly over the sensitive area.
His fingers dug into my thighs, keeping me nailed to the bed, and to keep my from grinding against his mouth. He ran his tongue upwards, kitten-licking and sucking when he felt right. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. I let out a moan, followed by a curse and his name. I felt my legs tremble, not warning him before I released. He pulled away, wiping at his bottom lip with his thumb before kissing me again. He kept his hands anchored on my hips, groaning when I tugged on his hair.
He looked to me, "You ready?"
"F-Fuck... Yeah..."
"You sure? I'm not exactly one for overstimulatio-"
"S-Shit Ferris just put it in."
He did so, looking at me, inch by inch. I took him the way he liked, tight, and to the hilt. He rested a forearm by my head, pushing his lips under my jaw, and letting out a moan, "Shit, you get me hot..."
Ferris slowly drew his hips from mine, before his waist jolted forward again. He stood up straight, grabbing my ankle and throwing my leg over his shoulder. He got a good pace going, moaning every other thrust. He leaned his head back, brows furrowed, but jaw slack in pleasure. His hands were traveling my body aimlessly, and mine were gripping the sheets. I felt myself tighten, and release for the second time. He pulled out, finishing himself off on my lower stomach. Ferris stayed put, letting out uneven breaths as he tried to calm his heart down.
He moved to lay next to me again, letting out a whistle, "You weren't kidding when you said you'd tire me out..."
I chuckled, kissing his jaw, "I know... Would you sleep better if I stayed in here?"
