WIP Amnesty: girl!Segs/Fred (700 words, Explicit)
ninja_orange said, "Someone tell me about a girl sitting on Fred's face for a while, I think he'd enjoy that." I wrote some bits of it (some of these are from Twitter, some of them are bits I wrote when I thought I might turn it into a story), but I don't think I'm going back to it.
Fred knows how Tyler acts at a club when she wants to hook up. Most of the time she doesn't even have to do anything. She's Tyler Seguin, and they live in Boston; she just waits for guys to come up to her and picks the one she wants. Sometimes, though, she'll pick a guy out before he comes up to her. There's a very specific way she goes about getting what she wants when she does that, a set of moves she makes that are such a routine that Fred and the rest of the crew chirp her for it sometimes. It's such a routine that Fred knows as soon as she turns them on him just what she's doing.
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The first time he hooks up with girl!Tyler, he has to convince her it's cool if she sits on his face. He's surprised she doesn't just go for what she wants, but once she knows she can, she totally does.
Fred asks why Tyler didn't just go for it, and she tells him most guys don't like it. "Like it's a blow to their ego."
"I just made you scream," Fred says. "More than once. My ego's fine."
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Tyler goes down on Fred after he makes her come so many times her thighs are shaking. She stops sucking when he's getting close and says, "You can come on my face if you want." He asks if she's sure, and she says, "I came all over yours. Seems fair," so he jerks himself off onto her face.
Fred reaches out when Tyler seems like she's going to get out of bed. "Don't even pretend you're not a cuddler." He hands her a handful of tissues to clean herself up with. "I live with you. I know you're not that finicky," he says to her look.
She does wipe her face off and let him kiss her. She seems surprised by that too. What kind of douchebags has she been sleeping with?
Fred spoons up against her even though she's taller. If she's been sleeping with assholes who don't even get her off, she's probably not sleeping with people who cuddle her the way she likes.
Tyler's still asleep when Fred's alarm goes off in the morning. She makes a noise and curls into the pillow. It's the same kind of cute, grumpy thing Fred's seen her do when she naps on the couch. He kisses the side of her head, mostly catching her hair, and lets her sleep while he gets ready for class. He unlocks her phone after he gets dressed - he's seen her do it enough that he knows her passcode - and checks to see if she has an alarm set. She does, so he leaves her to sleep and sends her a text on his way to class.
Sorry I didn't make you a morning after breakfast. Had to get to class and thought you'd want to sleep. He debates with himself for a minute before he adds a kissy-face emoji. He's sent it to her before, but never when he kind of meant it.
He doesn't get a text from her until after he gets out of his second class of the day and then it's just her with wet hair holding up a plate of eggs. Fred takes that to mean she took care of her own morning after breakfast.
Fred has conditioning and practice after class, and Tyler's door is shut when he gets home. Marshall's not in with her, though, so Fred takes him for a walk and texts Tyler when he gets home to ask if she wants dinner since he's cooking for himself.
Tyler comes out of her room instead of texting back. She crouches down to talk to Marshall for a bit, then looks at Fred. "I didn't know night after dinner was a thing."
Fred says, "It is now," even though that's not why he was making dinner in the first place.
"Kay." Tyler leans on the counter, one hand dangling down to pet Marshall, and watches him cook without offering to help.
Fred doesn't do anything fancy, but he does put plates on the table instead of just handing one to Tyler and eating on the couch.
"No one's ever made me night after dinner," Tyler says when they're sitting down.
"Do you at least get morning after breakfasts?"
Tyler shrugs. "I don't stick around most of the time."
Fred knows how Tyler acts at a club when she wants to hook up. Most of the time she doesn't even have to do anything. She's Tyler Seguin, and they live in Boston; she just waits for guys to come up to her and picks the one she wants. Sometimes, though, she'll pick a guy out before he comes up to her. There's a very specific way she goes about getting what she wants when she does that, a set of moves she makes that are such a routine that Fred and the rest of the crew chirp her for it sometimes. It's such a routine that Fred knows as soon as she turns them on him just what she's doing.
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The first time he hooks up with girl!Tyler, he has to convince her it's cool if she sits on his face. He's surprised she doesn't just go for what she wants, but once she knows she can, she totally does.
Fred asks why Tyler didn't just go for it, and she tells him most guys don't like it. "Like it's a blow to their ego."
"I just made you scream," Fred says. "More than once. My ego's fine."
*
Tyler goes down on Fred after he makes her come so many times her thighs are shaking. She stops sucking when he's getting close and says, "You can come on my face if you want." He asks if she's sure, and she says, "I came all over yours. Seems fair," so he jerks himself off onto her face.
Fred reaches out when Tyler seems like she's going to get out of bed. "Don't even pretend you're not a cuddler." He hands her a handful of tissues to clean herself up with. "I live with you. I know you're not that finicky," he says to her look.
She does wipe her face off and let him kiss her. She seems surprised by that too. What kind of douchebags has she been sleeping with?
Fred spoons up against her even though she's taller. If she's been sleeping with assholes who don't even get her off, she's probably not sleeping with people who cuddle her the way she likes.
Tyler's still asleep when Fred's alarm goes off in the morning. She makes a noise and curls into the pillow. It's the same kind of cute, grumpy thing Fred's seen her do when she naps on the couch. He kisses the side of her head, mostly catching her hair, and lets her sleep while he gets ready for class. He unlocks her phone after he gets dressed - he's seen her do it enough that he knows her passcode - and checks to see if she has an alarm set. She does, so he leaves her to sleep and sends her a text on his way to class.
Sorry I didn't make you a morning after breakfast. Had to get to class and thought you'd want to sleep. He debates with himself for a minute before he adds a kissy-face emoji. He's sent it to her before, but never when he kind of meant it.
He doesn't get a text from her until after he gets out of his second class of the day and then it's just her with wet hair holding up a plate of eggs. Fred takes that to mean she took care of her own morning after breakfast.
Fred has conditioning and practice after class, and Tyler's door is shut when he gets home. Marshall's not in with her, though, so Fred takes him for a walk and texts Tyler when he gets home to ask if she wants dinner since he's cooking for himself.
Tyler comes out of her room instead of texting back. She crouches down to talk to Marshall for a bit, then looks at Fred. "I didn't know night after dinner was a thing."
Fred says, "It is now," even though that's not why he was making dinner in the first place.
"Kay." Tyler leans on the counter, one hand dangling down to pet Marshall, and watches him cook without offering to help.
Fred doesn't do anything fancy, but he does put plates on the table instead of just handing one to Tyler and eating on the couch.
"No one's ever made me night after dinner," Tyler says when they're sitting down.
"Do you at least get morning after breakfasts?"
Tyler shrugs. "I don't stick around most of the time."