Tag: kisses

ooh could you do angry kisses with nick?

//I have had this in my asks for sooo long!//

“You couldn’t be any more aggravating if you tried”, Nick proclaimed as he followed you through the house. He pulled his tie from around his neck and slung it onto the dresser.

“Me? Aggravating? Well, isn’t that rich coming from you!” Storming into the bedroom, you kicked off your heels, then struggled to unzip your dress. “I just don’t get it, Nick. Why can’t you-”, the look in his eyes made you stop. 

With one hand he gently grasped your face, “Don’t you ever shut up?” Nick roughly pressed his lips to yours. He finished unzipping your dress and pushed it off your shoulders. 

When Nick pulled away you bit his bottom lip eliciting a growl. Once it was unbuttoned enough you pulled it over his head along with his undershirt. You started kissing his chest, moving you to the dip between his shoulder and neck. Nipping up to his lips.

Nick roughly kissed you. Tongue darting into your mouth, teeth hitting from his overzealousness. You could already feel your lips clapping and swelling. But damn you loved when he got a little rough. A little angry kissing is what you needed.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. Kissing and nipping his way up your body. When his face met yours you pulled him in for a scorching kiss.

By the end of the night both of you were covered in bite marks, lips were swollen, Nick had scratch marks down his and you were sure you’d have bruises on your hips were he grasped you.

"What were we fighting about?” Nick murmured. His head was resting in your shoulder, his arm over your waist.

You lazily ran fingers through his hair. “I think who was more aggravating. And you definitely are.”

“Dont start unless you want another fight,” he teased.

“Consider me starting.” You rolled to straddle him, kissing up his chest.

How about morning kisses with Mike? i love that idiot juicehead

Early morning light was starting to filter through the window of your bedroom. Mike’s arms were still wrapped tightly around you, his breathing slow and steady. You chanced a kiss to his hand and arm.

You felt Mike stir, “Good mornin’ love”, he mumbled softly in your ear. He nuzzled your hair. “I love Saturdays.” 

Grinning, you returned the greeting, “Good morning.” You turned in his arms so you were facing him. Starting at his forehead you sprinkled soft kisses down to the tip of his nose, to his jaw, then lips, neck…

“Hmmm…careful there, might start something we can’t finish.” He rolled you onto your back, causing you to giggle.

“Then get to work, Mr. Dodds.” His mouth moved to your neck, placing suckling, wet kisses. Traveling to the dip between your neck and arm, to your collarbone. “Hmmm…tha-”

The door swung open, Isaac and Cora  came barreling their way in and jumping on the bed. “Can we have pancakes?” Isaac inquired.

“Told you.” Mike said with a chuckle. He grabbed Isaac and tickled him, causing him to giggle.“Pancakes? Pancakes? Okay, but only if I get… kisses.” Mike pointed a finger to his cheek.

The kids each kiss a cheek, Cora’s slobbery, Isaac’s less so. “Now dadddy?”

“Go to the kitchen. I’ll be there in a couple minutes. I need to talk to mommy.” He smirked at you. The kids scampered to the kitchen. He turned his attention back to you. “We have about five minutes.” 

Mike jumped on the bed and tickled you, “Michael, st-” laughing “stop”, you could barely breath.

“Give me a kiss.” He stopped tickling you and pouted his lips out. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, “pancake time!” He grabbed your hand, kissed it and pulled you down the hall.