Fenwin- A Blackwell Pages Fic

Brown Eyes and Baby Wipes

Hey there! So, I'm planning on having each chapter be a different character's POV. However, I probably won't be updating regularly due to my crowded schedule and miniscule attention span. Feel free to spam me in the comments if I don't update for a long while (being a month or so).

Also, THERE WILL BE SMUT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!

I'll try to keep future a/n's fairly short and to the point, as you are here for the story, not my rants. Without further adeu,
Baby Wipes...

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FEN POV

I close my eyes as he slams into my prostate again, and again. I have never felt anything this intense in my life. I'm so, so close to just...

"Ha-haaaa" I scream, my back arching as I come into our stomachs.

His soft blondish brown hair tickles my neck as he kisses my shoulder, gently lowering himself so that he's lying on top of me. He looks up at me and my eyes meet his doe like brown ones.

Baldwin's eyes...

I sit bold upright, gasping and looking around wildly. I'm alone in my bedroom. I sigh, it was nothing but a stupid dream. A stupid, beautiful, wonderfully realistic dream.

I glance at the clock on my bedside table. 1:36am. Fuck.

I go to lay back down, but squirm in discomfort at the sticky liquid coating the inside of my boxers. FUCK.

With a sigh of resignation I drag myself out of bed and begin to clean up the mess. I grab the packet of baby wipes, cringing at the loud crinkle the package makes. The last thing I want is for my mom, or worse, Laurie, to wake up and start asking questions. That'd be a hel of an akward conversation. 'oh, yeah, don't mind me... I'm just cleaning up my orgasm from a wet dream I had about our best friend and one of the only people who doesn't treat our family like shit...'

I shake my head and proceed to open the baby wipes with extreme caution. The smell hits me and my mind immediately flashes back to Baldwin. Stupid Baldwin and his stupid obsession with baby wipes. Why does everything have to remind me of him?!

You could always just tell h-NOPE! Not going to happen! Not. Going. To. Happen. He's clearly straight, and even if he wasn't he'd never be interested in me! He's adorable and nice. Everybody likes him, he's popular and kind. I'd never be even close to being in his league. He's the most perfect person in the planet and I'm... Well, I'm certainly not good enough for him.

I finish changing my sheets and throw them and my underwear by the door. I also grab a couple shirts and random items of clothes to make a pile roughly the amount needed to fill the washer. I'm definitely not letting anyone else mess with my laundry tomorrow.

Exhausted, I fall back into bed.

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Ey-yo!! I know it was short, but future chapters should be longer. Let me know if it sucks and please vote and follow me if it didn't.

Have an awesome day/night/ungodly hour of the morning.

G-G-G-BYE BISHES!!