Christmas One-Shot:

Candy Letters ❤🌈

"Come on, Dahmorra," I whine. "What the hell is Evan up to?" It's the hundredth time I've asked her this question. Her replies vary, yet are still all the same. If anyone would know what he was doing it would be her, if not me. And it's definitely not me who knows this time.

"How would I know, Peter? Y'all left me in a completely different state," she practically exclaims. It wasn't even shade, she was firing shots. After a short pause she continues to speak. "That's probably the most unholy thing about this trinity."

Now that was definitely shade. I decide to simply sip on that tea and not retort. I know it's still bothering her, but it was best for our differing careers. It's weird enough that two of us were interested in the same university. The government would want to do some type of alien research on us if we all, separately, decided to go to the same school for differing arts. People already think we're the same person, it wasn't on last year's to-do list to prove them right. Anyways, it's not like we completely left her behind. We still love her and will continue to do so.

"Dahmi, it's only twenty-two months. When we get back from university you'll still be in school. Plus, one day we'll need a lawyer to help us write up our Fifty Shades contract."

"Are you trying to piss me off?" The answer to that is an obvious yes, but she continues before I can interject. "Stop hoeing around, you'll be needing a lawyer to defend you for kidnapping and abuse rather than advise you with an illegal sex contract." The sass in her voice is plain. It was a joke, on both our parts, yet it upset us in different ways.

"Than advise me Mistress Laywer," I say smirking. She hums in to the receiver, obviously distracted. "Just fuck them, dude; and leave the real BDSM for me and Evan," is her honest reply. My smirk grows wider. "You'd love that wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Daddy." She replies in a clearly forged high pitched and seductive voice. We laugh simultaneously, but it soon dies down. "I almost pukes just saying that," she huffs in breathless laughter.

"You know you like it." I reply playfully. "Well, his car's here, and you're a very busy get-out-of-jail-free card, so I'll let you go."

"Alright..." the words linger, "but, I'll just let you know, there's a such thing as an uber."

The call ends and I climb out of my car. I continue to take in her words as I head to the door. "There is a such thing as an uber,". And she's right- but Evan would be the last person to use one. He enjoys sprawling out across the seats and screaming out the lyrics of every song on the radio way too much.

I open the door to an empty apartment. I half expected Evan to light up the entire house and decorate everything with gift wrap. That's the type of person Evan is; extra. I pull the slipping strap of my laptop case back onto my shoulder. Darkness envelopes me as I close the door. My memory guides me to the bar where I place my laptop. Despite the dark I am able to make my way through the hall with no casualties. My feet kick at cloths that Evan and I had stripped each other of during a quickie two nights ago. It's rare for us to hook up, but not unheard of. It's a perk of having the relationship that we have.

Evan is a very handsome piece of eye candy. He has dark brown hair and skin with a natural deep tan. His dark brown eyes constantly shine with a devious glint. And let's just say his body was sculpted by the gods. I'm not too far off though. Every inch of my body is a piece of chiseled milk chocolate. My eyes are merely a few shades brighter than his. My hair is a different story. It has been dyed every single color of the gaybow and I hold no regrets. Yet, I always stick to my roots. Literally. My roots are always it's natural brown color.

I open my door to a pitch black room. It's is peculiar since Evan hasn't allowed me to turn off the Christmas lights in my room since he pranked me by setting them up. I don't pay it to much mind, though, as I flick up the light switch.

A quick yelp leaves my lips before I can register what's going on. My heart beats wildly as I try to calm my breathing. A bare body lays along my bed, one arm under their head and another steadying a bow. Decorative ribbon lines their caramel arms and tie their legs together. Made of the same fabric is a large bow, which is the only thing that separates their "junk" from the rest of the world. Sculpted on his chiseled belly are the words 'MERRY GAYMAS' decorated in all capped, colorful, candy letters.

Only Evan is stupid enough to put himself into this type of predicament. He went all out for me, just as I thought. His culinary skills show through the neatly crafted candy letters. I can imagine him laying there, just painting the words onto himself. It would make great experience for a one-shot if he had a candy dic...

My thought is cut off by his words. "I would caress every inch of your body 'til I eased your mind," he says in a such seductive voice that I get a vivid image of all the naughty things he has in mind. "But, I'm already all tied up for you," he winks.

If I were any other person who hadn't had the experiences that we've had, I would've came at his words. His voice, his looks... it all adds to the seductive charm that any girl would fan over. But, I'm immune. I only see him as a tease that I'd have to fight for dominance over. Yet, seeing him in such a vulnerable state is really... really turning me on.

"I hate you." I growl out through clenched teeth.

He tries to subdue his excited smile. A greedy smirk instead takes its place. "Tie me to a cross and fuck me raw," he says in a hardly forged country accent while smirking, "is that rough sex I hear?"

His forced calm demure makes me want to take him even more. I want to make him scream my name 'til his throat dries out, until he's breathless and gasping for air, until he loses all of his composers. I want to punish him.

I'm silent as I stalk my way over to him and climb on the bed. I watch as his breath hitches, being taken in and never released. He probably doesn't think I noticed, and I'll let him have that. It'll call for great blackmail later on.

My lips press against the side of his mouth and down his chin. I look up at him to observe his reaction. He eyes me wearily. His eyes search for my intents intently but he comes out with nothing. He only realizes when I rip a piece of ribbon from his bare body what I plan to do.

My stoic expression leaves him in constant state of wonder. Our fight for dominance is like a rollercoaster, and all he can do is sit back and enjoy the ride. "W-" he chokes down the pitch in his voice, "what are you thinking?"

I raise a brow at his question. He had never voiced his curiosity before, so why was this time any different? "Any complaints?" I answer as I tie his hands above his head, then to the headboard.

"None. At. All." he tries to sound smug as he fidgets, making himself more comfortable.

I rip off another piece and tie it over his mouth. "Then stop bitching... unless you want me to punish you even more." Before he can make a smart remark I raise a finger to his concealed lips. "And to that I would say 'you're going to be so sore by the end of the night that you won't be able to walk right for the rest of your life'."

A muffled laugh leaves his lips. I sit right below his crotch -on side his tied legs- and pull off my shirt. My pants are next to go. Evan's eyes rake over my body as he spits the makeshift gag out of his mouth. Words leave his lips in a low, hungry voice. "No complaints at all."

I ignore his statement as I rip the bow off of his dick. "We won't be needing this," I say as I throw it off to the side. I grab a condom out of my drawer as Evan gives me the lube. His hands are still tied together, but I hadn't notice him untie them from the headboard. It doesn't phase me. I'll just use the silk rope next time... and make sure I can barely slip two fingers between it.

My hand wraps around his hard while my teeth rips the ribbon from his legs. My hand strokes him slowly as I place both of his legs over my shoulders.

Without warning I plunge my length inside of him. A gasp of complete ecstasy leaves his lips. "God," I groan as I pull myself from his depths. "You're so damn tight."

A flash of mischief in his eye tells me that he noticed my temporary lose of character. "'Cause I'm more of a top than you." A snort leaves my lips. I ask him if he's sure about that as I plunge deep inside him. My head cocks to the side as the words leave my lips. It was hard to keep my composure at feeling of him clenching around me, but the payoff was well worth it.

Instead of a reply I receive a breathy moan. His back forms a deep arch as his fingers grip at the sheets. It was hard enough to thrust inside him in the first place, but his gestures had me stiffening. As I grew, he tightened. The feeling of him wrapped around me like a warm embrace has me losing the control I have little by little.

I thrust slowly in an attempt to loosen him up. His moans grow slightly louder with each movement. He isn't helping either of our causes. I'm throbbing at this point, and he's not wide enough to handle all of me.

He begins to thrust against my shaft. It's as if he's silently pleading for more. I grip his waist, momentarily subduing him. His legs fall from my shoulders as I lean closer to him. Our lips are mere inches apart, ready to attack at a moment's notice.

His sure hand, now shaking with lust, reach for my face. I slow my pace as we stare into each other's eyes. He traces my jawline then pulls me closer. His low, unsteady breaths drive me deeper into insanity. His hand travels down his chest, to his stomach, then to his hard on below.

I grip his hands between my own and pull it back up. If anyone is going to please him it's going to be me. And I'm going to make him suffer for it. My hand never leaves his wrist as he grabs a piece of the shaped candy and places it between us. He bites a piece off, one big enough to share.

I smile at his subtle gesture. Our lips meet and melt into a fiery kiss. As our tongues dance, and the sweet taste fills both our senses, I find myself thrusting deeper and harder than before.

"Fuck... you make me wonder why I even like girls." He groans out, throwing his head back against a pillow.

"Don't get too attached," is all I can get out between moans and still be in control.

"Funny," he tries, but can't get the rest of the words out without sounding like my bitch. He then begins to thrusts his hips against me aggressively. "I'm bigger than you yet you're topping me."

"You must not want to cum," I groan out at him.

"Oh, God, no!" he begs. Instead of covering the horror that creep upon his face he embraces it, turning it into a joke. "Harder, harder! Please, let me cum!" His exaggerated thrusts and voice has my eyes rolling to the back of my head... only slightly out of pleasure.

If I weren't balls deep inside of him I would've been amused. But his humorous attitude has me wanting to pound him like a chief tenderizing a steak. I place my lips on his stubbled chin, kissing and sucking on the soft flesh of his neck. His moans grow louder and my thrust grow deeper. His hands roam my body, feeling on me desperately.

"Let me come already," The words leave his lips suddenly. I hadn't expected him to lose his cool, at all. Something bubbles inside of me at his desperate words. I scoop up his arms with one hand and pin them above his head. My other hand wraps around his throat. "Call me Master then we'll talk."

His eyes dim at my words. A dangerous smirk plays on his face. "Never," He tries to bite at me but is unable to get far. He laughs at this and gives me a smirk that says "what're you gonna do about it".

I don't reply. The violence in my eyes does it for me. This is the exact reaction he wanted. He knows how much I like to be in control, though I rarely fully express it with him. So forcing the dominant side out of me was doing both of us a favor. I won't hold any regrets next time he pisses me off.

My teeth grip at his skin as sweet songs of ecstasy leaves his lips. I ram into him over and over as blissful moans fill the air with each thrust. Our bodies move in sync with each others motions. Beads of sweat trickle down every exposed part of my body. The movements of his hips are driving me over the edge, but I haven't quite reached my limit yet.

My hands grip his hips, holding him in place. My pace quickens as I pound him. Evan is still wrapped tight against my shaft, but the feeling more desirable than anything. Lust clouds me fully. The feel of him is a delight, as rare of a delight as it is.

The arch in his back grows deeper and deeper each time I slam him onto my hard. Our moans and groans mix into the air, though he's practically screaming at this point. He wants a release that only I can give him. "You want to cum?" I whisper in his ear.

The single word fills the air in the form of a breathy moan. "Yessssss..."

"Than who am I," I growl.

A single, stubborn, groan leaves his lips. His obstinacy is showing but, in this position, he won't win this battle. I pull away and wrap my hand around his hard. If his lids weren't closed he'd be eyeing me suspiciously right now. But in this state of bliss he can do nothing but moan.

A small gasp escapes him as I stroke his length. Each motion is like heaven to each of us, but me jerking him is the best decision I made. Its driving him nuts, which is surprisingly driving me nuts. His movements are aggressive against my cock, in the form of silent pleas. It's absolutely marvelous.

"I- I'm finna..." he throws his head back, "I'm gonna cum," he grips the headboard between his tied hands as he breathlessly breaths out his warning. "Peter," he moans one last time before he cums all over the both of us.

I thrust deeper and harder into him. Each stroke drives me closer and closer to my limit. The orgasmic feeling shoots throughout my entire body. I bury myself inside of him and release my sticky seed.

I pull out and fall limp on the bed. My panting is heavy in an attempt to recover. Evan sits up from position on side of me and reaches over to the nightstand. In my bliss I had forgotten to unite him, but he's been into BDSM long enough to know how to free himself.

He lays on my shoulder and begins to trail candy letters down my chest and to my crotch. "Merry Christmas, Daddy." his smile is as tease as he kisses below my jaw and down the candy letters.

A/N: Wow, the final one-shot *sighs*. I'm so sad our journey is ending, but I look forward to going back and editing these; and being one step closer to ending my wattpad career. Thank you all for bearing witness to some of important parts of these character's lives, and a special part of mine.