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slytherinmischief · 8 months

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Her Morning Grump

Starring Cast:

Emily Skinner and Valentina Zenere, as Lucia Ortiz

Credit to Danielkrol, as Adam Pines

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The single groan that escaped from his throat was one full of such husky, sultry, and seductive energy, that one might assure was a moan, given the husky nature of it. Yet rather than it be a moan driven out of pleasure, it was instead driven out the usual morning displeasure. Slowly his piercing eye blue eyes blink open, as he laided his hand against his eyes, so as to try and block out the early morning rays that were shining through.

For him had never been one for mornings, seeing it as a waste of the day, for Adam mornings held rarely tasty food, and just a reminder of the long day that faced him. Yet despite everything in him crying to shut his eyes again for more sleep, he forced his eyes to remain awake, to slowly adjust to the morning light.

With each moment passing, he grew more accustomed to the morning, bit by bit slowly sitting up trying not to stir the bed. Running his hand through his dark hair still a little bedhead, through it did keep him awake even if it were just for another minute. Currently his body held certain marks, through he didn't know of them at least not yet , if he did perhaos he would've been more willing to get up. “Another shitty day,” he proclaimed in a mutter to nobody in particular, the proclamation was grumpy as one might expect. Even with this, he didn’t even spar a glance to the other side of his bed, a side that perhaps would rid him of his morning mood. Slowly he allowed his fingertips to gaze at his forehead, slowly rubbing them, as despite everything he continued to force himself awake.

Through every movement he made, he was still as grumpy as ever. His eyebrows soon formed a crease despite it being far too early for such matters, through for him it was never too early. “Norns I hate morning,” he proclaimed once more to no one in particular. Yet rather than be greeted with silence as he had before, there was another voice, a voice that belonged to her and her alone. As a woman with dirty blond hair usually wavy, yet ruffled by sleep, with piercing green eyes, fluttering open, yet once they did her gaze remainded firmly on him. Despite the litter of bite marks surrounding her, all derived from the pleasures of the night before, yet despite this he could hear her voice as clear as ever.

A voice that one would think would be horse due to the nature yet remained as perfect as ever. Her gaze still remaining ever focused on him. “You say every day Adam."

“Because every day it's the same, Lucia,” he retorted adding emphasis on the woman's name in particular.

“What even with me around,” Lucia replied, going so far as to beat her eyelashes together, sounding almost hurt by his statement. Upon hearing this, his gaze now drifted to the other side of the bed, finally now registering that he wasn’t alone anymore.

“You’re still here,” Adam asked, as if he hadn’t been the very person to invite her in.

“What do you want me to leave,” Lucia asked with a pause, as slowly she began to sit up. “How cruel kicking me out of your bed, and after all we did,” she said, taking this chance to put her hands at her chest in mock offense.

To this, she received a well-deserved eye roll from the man in question. “As if you didn’t enjoy it,” Adam said, as a slow and sensual smile began to cross his face. His eyes aiming right towards the marks that were clearly littering her body.

“Now, I never said that, did I?”

“Didn’t you through,” he teased.

"And even if I did you have no right to talk," Lucia counted, not backing now one bit.

"And why would you think that," Adam asked, his arms slowly crossing against his chest as is his habit.

"I would say you quite enjoyed it given your own marks."

"What marks?"

At this Lucia let out a slow humoring chuckle. "Well if you don't know then who am I to show you?"

"Show me."

Another laugh escaped Lucia's beautiful lips, as she brought her hand up to her mouth, allowing it to gaze her lips before setting it back down. Her own sensual smile crossing her features. "That is for me to know and for you to find out."

"And why won't you tell me," Adam protested, his arms still crossed against his chest like a child in disagreement, despite being far past his mid-twenties.

"For the same reason, you like to pretend you hate mornings.”

“But I do.”

“Do you truly,” Lucia asked, her tone implying a more skeptical note to it.

“Yes,” Adam responded in a deadpan manner.

“Than I suppose if you hate mornings so much, perhaps I shall make my way elsewhere,” Lucia said, slowly getting up from the bed, but not before the man had caught her wrist. Going so far as to roll over her and pin her down, his hands now holding her waists, in a way that she could escape if need be. Yet both knew that wasn’t likely to happen.

“You shall do no such thing,” he proclaimed now looking down at his pinned companion.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“Because I won’t let you.”

“Won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And here I thought you hated mornings.”

“Must you do this right now,” Adam asked, very amused by Lucia’s current antics.

“Always,” she remarked with a grin spread across her face, much like the Cheshire cat.

“How I hate when you are like this,” he proclaimed as if he didn’t secretly love her, especially during moments like this. As his eyes mirrored a different story, eyes full of what one might expect from someone who desired another, with love in between the lust.

“Do you truly?”

“Yes,” Adam said as if his eyes weren’t screaming bedroom eyes.

“Your eyes seem to be saying different,” Lucia proclaimed stubbornly despite her current position.

“And what do my eyes say,” Adam asked playing along with her bluff.

“They say you want to." Slowly Lucia leaned up as close as she could, before saying certain words, far dirtier than any parent might let their child hear. Despite not being new to her words, this seemed to startle the man, enough that he lost his gripe enough that the woman freed her own hands. As she flipped them so she was now on top of him. “Looks like you are the one on the bottom now.”

“So I am,” Adam said, trying to act calm, as if his heart currently wasn’t beating out of control, both of our love and desire by the very women who were holding him down.

“Now what shall I do, with you? Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, leaving you aching for my every touch.”

“As if I don’t already.”

“Yes, I know, but perhaps I should try more,” Lucia asked, allowing one of her hands to caress his head.

As she positioned herself firmly on top of Adam, right above a certain area of his body.

“Such as,” he asked as if he was in any position to resist her.

“Who knows, maybe I should try,” Lucia began to say, still pressed firmly against the man. Leaning down as she kissed the shell of his ear, going so far as to tug just a little, in just the way she knew he liked. As a single husky moan escaped his lips, very much aroused by her actions, and now unable to hide it.

Lucia seemed to take delight in this, as a smile crossed her features once more. “What do you like this,” she asked, as she continued her movements, now on his face. One by one placing sensual kisses on it, until she reached his lips, putting even more weight on him, and even stirring her hips above his. Her lips captured in his, as both fought for dominance, and in the moment he thought he won, she parted her lips from his.

“Hmmm,” Adam whined already missing her lips, this only causing the woman to gain more of a confident smile.

“So I take it you liked it,” Lucia asked, before descending further down leaving just as sensual kisses as before.

“You know I did,” Adam proclaimed, his voice now taking on a more dangerous husky tone, one that should’ve warned her, yet as expected she didn’t listen.

“Yes, I did,” Lucia remarked with a grin as she seemed set to continue on her path to torment him, leaving kisses each as sensual as the last. “Now you have two choices,” she offered.

“Oh and what are they,” Adam asked, his eyebrow-raising just a bit, in curiosity.

“Either you can admit that maybe you don’t hate mornings as much as you claim or….”

“Or what?”

“Or I continue this.”

“Will you?”

“Yes."

“Then I suppose I could give in or…..”

“Or what?”

“I could do this,” Adam said, as with his own smirk, along with his arms, he proceeded to caress the curve of his partner's ass. Carassing in just the way he knew she liked it, as slowly Lucia seemed to forget her initial task, Adam taking this chance to flip them back to their original positions. Through with something now peeking out that hadn’t been before. “Now what were you saying about me giving in,” he asked as if his morning wood wasn’t in clear view.

Rather than a clear statement a whimper seemed to be all that came out of the Lucia's lips.

“That’s what I thought,” Adam said, the smirk still ever present on his face.

“I hate you,” Lucia spite out, through both parties knew that was far from the truth.

Despite this Adam wasn't deteriorated by her words at all, as it only seemed to make him more confident. “So you claim, yet here beneath me, almost as if you are submitting to my every desire.”

“So what?”

“Well, if you were perhaps a good girl, I might reward you.”

“Will you Daddy,” Lucia asked, and while some might find that name quite alluring, her male counterpart was never one for it. As a frown became evident on his features.

“If I were your daddy we wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Wouldn’t we, perhaps you are my sugar daddy.”

“Are you sure you want to play this game with me,” Adam asked with clear warning in his voice.

“Whose to say, would you like it?”

“Perhaps,” Adam hinted, yet proceeded to pause. “But if we did, you might not get the answer you seek.”

“Which is.”

“You might be right.”

“Oh, am I?”

“Only if you agree to be a good girl, and stop protesting.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I might have to punish you.”

“Will you,” Lucia asked her own eyes now filling with arousal at the suggestion.

“Yes.”

“Well we can’t have that now can we?”

“No, so will you stop this nonsense and allow me to speak.”

“If I must,” Lucia said with a pout knowing that consciences would be far worse, and besides his rewards are always better than his punishments.

“Good girl,” Adam before leaning down ever close to her. “I was never a morning person, but then I started waking up to your face and….”

“And what?”

“Perhaps, mornings aren’t that bad, after all.”

Whoever made the next move couldn’t be determined all that was known was the two might’ve been stuck in bed for a little while longer inducing in certain morning pleasures. As the once morning grump Adam might’ve changed his tune just a little, though he would never admit it, after all, if he did, he might be without his morning pleasures, and besides what was he, if he wasn’t her morning grump?

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