Requested by simpforblakegray and YaLocalBadBitch
“B...” you groaned, rolling over off the couch and to the floor to get a better look at him sitting at the kitchen counter.
“(y/n)...” He groaned, mocking your tone with a smirk on his face.
You tried not to smile, but faltered when his eyebrow raised. “Can we please do something today..” you begged standing up and approaching the chair he sat in.
“We are doing something.” He laughed and his focus shifted back to the computer in front of him.
“No...I mean like really do something. Not like me sit on the couch watching reruns of Friends while you write.
“Is that what we are doing?” He teased, his gaze finally landing on you again, his body tilted back in his chair.
“Mhmmm....” You moved to sit on his lap, your hand gripping the ironed shirt on his chest. “But...there’s so much more we could be doing.” You grinned and then pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away and batting your eyes. “I mean... we only get so much time together...” you bit your lip, sticking it out just a bit, just the way he liked.
Blake laughed slowly and trailed his fingers up your arms, sending goosebumps down your spine. Now we are talking, you thought with a grin. “Other than writing and watching reruns of Friends what is there to do?” His lips hovered just in front of yours, your eyes meeting his in expectation.
You leaned to his side, your lips pressing to his ear gently, “Me..” Blake froze before moving his hands to your waist and gripping a bit tighter. Your lips trailed down his ear to his neck and up his jaw, returning to where his lips hovered right in front of yours. You smirked, already feeling his muscles contract in his body and the bulge in his pants grow. You stood up off his lap, more confident you had won his attention. “I mean...unless you just have to keep writing...” you turned your head to look at him, your eyes begging for an answer. After a second without him moving you sighed, leaning back against the couch, “I get it...writing is-”
Blake cut you off. He moved towards you, a smile on his face. His lips attacked yours, his hands crawling up the back of your shirt to where your bra was clasped. You giggled, tangling your fingers in his hair. He lifted you carefully so that you were sitting on the edge of the couch, his body between your legs. You felt your bra loosen, his lips moving down your neck to the sensitive skin he loved to play around on so much. His teeth grabbed the skin on your neck, leaving what you were sure was going to be a small purple hickey. You pulled his chin up, your lips meeting his as his tongue pushed through to wrap around yours. Blake’s hands were exploring the skin under your bra, rubbing your already hardened nipples and sending shivers down your spine again. You let out a small groan, giving him the satisfaction he needed. He lifted your body to his, carrying you towards the stairs, his lips still pulling at yours with a force that would leave them swollen in the morning. You tugged Blake’s shirt over his head, leaving it laying in the middle of the floor, your hands exploring his chest. He had carried you up the first two stairs when the knocking on the door started. You froze, looking at Blake who was looking at the door. Blake shrugged, his lips reconnecting with yours to continue their plight. You went along with it, settling with the fact it was probably a delivery that could wait. Your hands tugged at Blake’s waistband, pulling his pants down slightly, revealing the partial bulge of what was hiding in his briefs. “(y/n)??” You heard the voice outside of the door call, along with some more knocks. “Hello??”
Blake looked at you, confused and frustrated at the interruption. You sighed, walking down the stairs and pulling the door slightly open. Your mouth dropped as you stared at the familiar face of your childhood best friend. Blake pulled the door open the rest of the way with a frown as you jumped into his arms with a scream. “Carter!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You were squealing with joy, holding tightly onto his body, your face buried into his shoulder as tears fell down both of your cheeks.
