Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kristen's birthday is just an excuse for me to write smut. With very little plot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Notes: Today’s ~inspirational pictures are: 1 & 2. NSFW. Really, you shouldn’t be reading this RPF at work, anyway. :P The cupcake is here. Thanks to loveisaduel_x & allmannerofsins for looking this over.
“Happy birthday,” Rob whispered, peppering soft, open-mouthed kisses down Kristen’s neck and across her shoulder.
“Too early,” she mumbled, batting him away sleepily.
“It’s almost one in the afternoon,” he said, undeterred as his lips closed around one of her nipples.
“Unnnggg,” she moaned softly, her breath picking up.
He released her nipple and pulled back slightly. “I know you told me not to get you a cake,” he said, rolling over and stretching to reach something on his nightstand behind him. “So, I got you cupcakes instead.”
She laughed, looking at the cupcake. “Where did you find Converse decorated cupcakes?”
He grinned. “I have my sources,” he said, watching as she pulled the little fondant sneakers off of the cupcake and placed them at her lips.
She licked the icing from the bottom and moaned. “Oh my God, that icing is so good!”
“Is it now?” he asked, watching her tongue work at the chocolate icing and couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped from his chest.
She grinned at him mischievously. “Want a taste?”
“Oh you bet I do,” he said, pushing her gently back onto the mattress and moving to straddle her. He lifted the skimpy tank top she wore over her head and tossed it aside carelessly.
“Hey, I thought you bought the cupcake for me,” she protested as he took it from her.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, there are more in the kitchen. Besides,” he said, grinning wickedly, “something tells me you’ll enjoy this one just as much as I will.”
She raised her eyebrows in challenge. “Bring it.”
He sat back and placed the cupcake, icing side down, against the soft skin of her breast, dragging it slightly. She watched with hooded eyes as he painted her torso with the icing.
Placing the cupcake aside, Rob bent down and ran his tongue lightly over one of her breasts, watching her nipple harden in its wake.
“Oh Jesus,” she murmured, fisting his hair in her hands as he moved to the other breast.
His tongue laved over the mound of soft flesh, licking her clean of the sticky chocolate frosting. His mouth sealed around her nipple and sucked, causing her to arch and cry out. He pulled away from her breasts, his hands replacing his mouth, kneading and squeezing until Kristen was practically panting under his ministrations.
“Come here,” she rasped out, gripping his hips and pulling, trying to communicate what she wanted.
“No, baby, this is about you,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“But it’s my birthday,” she whined. “I want your cock in my mouth.” His cock twitched in his boxer briefs at her words and he let out a loud groan, prepared to argue, but Kristen was having nothing of it. She took his hand in hers and led it to her mouth, slowly sucking one of his fingers between her lips, simulating what she wanted to do.
“Fuck,” he muttered, watching her tongue swirl over his finger. “You’re evil.”
“Get up here,” she said, tugging on him again.
He did as she asked, moving to kneel on the bed beside her and pushing his boxers down. She swiped her finger over the cupcake that he’d placed on her nightstand and gathered some of the icing.
He hissed as she slathered the icing over his cock and then leaned forward to give him one lick, starting at his balls and going all the way up to the tip.
“Kris....”
She shifted slightly, cupping his balls in her hand and using the other hand to guide his cock into her mouth.
He stared down, watching as his cock disappeared into her hot mouth then reappear as she pulled back to lave her tongue over the head.
“Kris...baby...” he gasped. “I’m not gonna last.”
“Don’t,” she mumbled as she took him so deep that he felt the back of her throat.
His hands moved of their own volition, pushing her hair away from her eyes and taking her face in his hands. She hummed, sending vibrations through him and he groaned again.
“So close, love,” he murmured. “That feels so good.”
She doubled her efforts, massaging his balls and gently scraping her teeth over his skin as she took him in her mouth again.
His hands moved to her breasts, palming them roughly. “Fuck!” he exclaimed.
She felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch and when he started to spill into her mouth, she swallowed it all down.
She fell back on her pillow, grinning up at him as he tried to regain his breath. “That’s better than any cupcake you could have gotten me,” she teased playfully.
“You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her.
She hummed happily as their tongues met in a sweet, tender kiss.
“Did you leave me any icing?” he asked, reaching for the cupcake while slyly moving his other hand down between her legs. His fingers slipped under the crotch of her panties and pinched her clit.
She jerked under his touch and managed to gasp out a reply to him. “A little bit.”
He grinned, sliding down the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. With one hand, he slid her panties down her legs and threw them across the room.
“Oh fuck,” she murmured as his fingers began to spread icing over her bare pussy.
He gave her one last wicked grin before disappearing from her view. A moment later, she bucked her hips as his tongue licked the length of her slit as he worked to clean up every last drop of icing from her skin.
“Shit, shit, shit, fuck!” she cried out as his tongue circled her clit, followed by the light scraping of his teeth.
She hissed when he slid a finger inside her and he groaned as he felt her squeeze his finger. “Jesus I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmured, adding a second finger and curling them, searching for that sensitive bundle of nerves.
She was chanting his name over and over as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her.
“Oh my god, Rob!” she cried out, grinding her hips against his hand as she fell apart.
“You okay?” he asked, giving her a smirk as she lay back trying to catch her breath.
“I’m very okay,” she giggled as she sat up and pulled him up to his knees.
“Happy birthday, love,” he murmured, kissing her softly.
“Thank you,” she murmured back, trailing her hand down his chest and wrapping her fingers around his cock.
He moaned as she stroked him slowly, proud that he was growing hard again at her touch. “Tell me what you want, Birthday girl,” he said.
“I want you to take me from behind,” she whispered.
“Anything,” he promised, motioning for her to turn around.
She faced away from him, gripping the iron bars of the headboard to steady herself. He gathered her hair and pushed it off to the side, kissing the back of her neck and down to her shoulder. She moaned and wiggled her ass against his erection, desperately seeking friction.
He reached between them, gripping his cock in his hand and running it along her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
“Please,” she whimpered, trying to push against him.
“Please what?” he teased, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit.
“Please fuck me!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he teased. He placed one hand on the small of her back, pushing her forward slightly as he entered her. “Shit, Kris,” he hissed.
Her only response was to moan loudly as she pushed herself off the headboard so that her back was flush to his chest, gaining more friction. “So good,” she mumbled, turning her head to give him a sloppy kiss.
He moved slowly in and out of her, letting his hands wander her body, caressing the soft skin of her belly, kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples.
“Rob...please...faster...” she rasped out, moving her hips against him.
He obliged, gripping her hips firmly in his hands and slamming into her, causing her to cry out and grab blindly for the headboard once again.
“Shit! Yes! Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth on you,” he grunted, pulling her away from the headboard and roughly back against him. “Did I say you could move away from me?”
She shook her head, muttering an apology, unable to think straight as he pounded into her.
He took her hand in his and moved it down to her clit. Together they circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, gently but quickly.
“Are you getting close Kristen?” he asked, nipping at the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder joined.
“Unggggg...yes...so...close....”
She bucked against him wildly, making it difficult for him to maintain any semblance of control as he slammed into her.
Their fingers moved against her clit, matching the frantic pace of their lovemaking, bringing each of them closer and closer to bliss.
Without warning, she cried out as she came, her muscles contracting around him as he managed to give a few more sloppy thrusts before finally letting go inside of her.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled as they collapsed together on the bed.
“Agreed,” he mumbled back, kissing a bead of sweat as it rolled down her back.
She lazily rolled over to face him, brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead. “Next year, I want a full cake,” she said, grinning.
-Fin
“Too early,” she mumbled, batting him away sleepily.
“It’s almost one in the afternoon,” he said, undeterred as his lips closed around one of her nipples.
“Unnnggg,” she moaned softly, her breath picking up.
He released her nipple and pulled back slightly. “I know you told me not to get you a cake,” he said, rolling over and stretching to reach something on his nightstand behind him. “So, I got you cupcakes instead.”
She laughed, looking at the cupcake. “Where did you find Converse decorated cupcakes?”
He grinned. “I have my sources,” he said, watching as she pulled the little fondant sneakers off of the cupcake and placed them at her lips.
She licked the icing from the bottom and moaned. “Oh my God, that icing is so good!”
“Is it now?” he asked, watching her tongue work at the chocolate icing and couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped from his chest.
She grinned at him mischievously. “Want a taste?”
“Oh you bet I do,” he said, pushing her gently back onto the mattress and moving to straddle her. He lifted the skimpy tank top she wore over her head and tossed it aside carelessly.
“Hey, I thought you bought the cupcake for me,” she protested as he took it from her.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, there are more in the kitchen. Besides,” he said, grinning wickedly, “something tells me you’ll enjoy this one just as much as I will.”
She raised her eyebrows in challenge. “Bring it.”
He sat back and placed the cupcake, icing side down, against the soft skin of her breast, dragging it slightly. She watched with hooded eyes as he painted her torso with the icing.
Placing the cupcake aside, Rob bent down and ran his tongue lightly over one of her breasts, watching her nipple harden in its wake.
“Oh Jesus,” she murmured, fisting his hair in her hands as he moved to the other breast.
His tongue laved over the mound of soft flesh, licking her clean of the sticky chocolate frosting. His mouth sealed around her nipple and sucked, causing her to arch and cry out. He pulled away from her breasts, his hands replacing his mouth, kneading and squeezing until Kristen was practically panting under his ministrations.
“Come here,” she rasped out, gripping his hips and pulling, trying to communicate what she wanted.
“No, baby, this is about you,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“But it’s my birthday,” she whined. “I want your cock in my mouth.” His cock twitched in his boxer briefs at her words and he let out a loud groan, prepared to argue, but Kristen was having nothing of it. She took his hand in hers and led it to her mouth, slowly sucking one of his fingers between her lips, simulating what she wanted to do.
“Fuck,” he muttered, watching her tongue swirl over his finger. “You’re evil.”
“Get up here,” she said, tugging on him again.
He did as she asked, moving to kneel on the bed beside her and pushing his boxers down. She swiped her finger over the cupcake that he’d placed on her nightstand and gathered some of the icing.
He hissed as she slathered the icing over his cock and then leaned forward to give him one lick, starting at his balls and going all the way up to the tip.
“Kris....”
She shifted slightly, cupping his balls in her hand and using the other hand to guide his cock into her mouth.
He stared down, watching as his cock disappeared into her hot mouth then reappear as she pulled back to lave her tongue over the head.
“Kris...baby...” he gasped. “I’m not gonna last.”
“Don’t,” she mumbled as she took him so deep that he felt the back of her throat.
His hands moved of their own volition, pushing her hair away from her eyes and taking her face in his hands. She hummed, sending vibrations through him and he groaned again.
“So close, love,” he murmured. “That feels so good.”
She doubled her efforts, massaging his balls and gently scraping her teeth over his skin as she took him in her mouth again.
His hands moved to her breasts, palming them roughly. “Fuck!” he exclaimed.
She felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch and when he started to spill into her mouth, she swallowed it all down.
She fell back on her pillow, grinning up at him as he tried to regain his breath. “That’s better than any cupcake you could have gotten me,” she teased playfully.
“You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her.
She hummed happily as their tongues met in a sweet, tender kiss.
“Did you leave me any icing?” he asked, reaching for the cupcake while slyly moving his other hand down between her legs. His fingers slipped under the crotch of her panties and pinched her clit.
She jerked under his touch and managed to gasp out a reply to him. “A little bit.”
He grinned, sliding down the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. With one hand, he slid her panties down her legs and threw them across the room.
“Oh fuck,” she murmured as his fingers began to spread icing over her bare pussy.
He gave her one last wicked grin before disappearing from her view. A moment later, she bucked her hips as his tongue licked the length of her slit as he worked to clean up every last drop of icing from her skin.
“Shit, shit, shit, fuck!” she cried out as his tongue circled her clit, followed by the light scraping of his teeth.
She hissed when he slid a finger inside her and he groaned as he felt her squeeze his finger. “Jesus I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmured, adding a second finger and curling them, searching for that sensitive bundle of nerves.
She was chanting his name over and over as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her.
“Oh my god, Rob!” she cried out, grinding her hips against his hand as she fell apart.
“You okay?” he asked, giving her a smirk as she lay back trying to catch her breath.
“I’m very okay,” she giggled as she sat up and pulled him up to his knees.
“Happy birthday, love,” he murmured, kissing her softly.
“Thank you,” she murmured back, trailing her hand down his chest and wrapping her fingers around his cock.
He moaned as she stroked him slowly, proud that he was growing hard again at her touch. “Tell me what you want, Birthday girl,” he said.
“I want you to take me from behind,” she whispered.
“Anything,” he promised, motioning for her to turn around.
She faced away from him, gripping the iron bars of the headboard to steady herself. He gathered her hair and pushed it off to the side, kissing the back of her neck and down to her shoulder. She moaned and wiggled her ass against his erection, desperately seeking friction.
He reached between them, gripping his cock in his hand and running it along her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
“Please,” she whimpered, trying to push against him.
“Please what?” he teased, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit.
“Please fuck me!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he teased. He placed one hand on the small of her back, pushing her forward slightly as he entered her. “Shit, Kris,” he hissed.
Her only response was to moan loudly as she pushed herself off the headboard so that her back was flush to his chest, gaining more friction. “So good,” she mumbled, turning her head to give him a sloppy kiss.
He moved slowly in and out of her, letting his hands wander her body, caressing the soft skin of her belly, kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples.
“Rob...please...faster...” she rasped out, moving her hips against him.
He obliged, gripping her hips firmly in his hands and slamming into her, causing her to cry out and grab blindly for the headboard once again.
“Shit! Yes! Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth on you,” he grunted, pulling her away from the headboard and roughly back against him. “Did I say you could move away from me?”
She shook her head, muttering an apology, unable to think straight as he pounded into her.
He took her hand in his and moved it down to her clit. Together they circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, gently but quickly.
“Are you getting close Kristen?” he asked, nipping at the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder joined.
“Unggggg...yes...so...close....”
She bucked against him wildly, making it difficult for him to maintain any semblance of control as he slammed into her.
Their fingers moved against her clit, matching the frantic pace of their lovemaking, bringing each of them closer and closer to bliss.
Without warning, she cried out as she came, her muscles contracting around him as he managed to give a few more sloppy thrusts before finally letting go inside of her.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled as they collapsed together on the bed.
“Agreed,” he mumbled back, kissing a bead of sweat as it rolled down her back.
She lazily rolled over to face him, brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead. “Next year, I want a full cake,” she said, grinning.
-Fin
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