Team Wussperv: Teenage Dreams by BellaDean

Team Wussperv, this team is made up of myself, Emmy aka Pippapear, Jess aka Jessypt, & Trin aka TFX or NaughtySparkle. Plus we might every so often have one of our other pervs crash our party, as the fluffy goodness appeals to them too much!


I'm sure you're wondering what the fuck a wussperv is, right? A wussperv is someone that is...

A) Tragically canon
B) Loathes angst (when in massive doses)
C) Loves smut
D) Needs a Happy-Ever-After

We love to read new fluffy recc’s. :) Please let us know your favourite WussPerv friendly fic. It might be Team WussPervs next recc!

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The Team WussPerv Pick is...

Title: Teenage Dreams
Author: BelleDean
Chapters: 14
Words: 69, 907
Reviews: 384
Summary: A smile, two bottles of wine, sweet kisses and great sex are all it took to make idealistic Edward believe he's met the girl of his dreams. When all his ideals and ambitions are crushed, is she still the girl for him?

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Emmy - This is not your typical Team WussPerv pick!! This is not a sugary sweet, fluffier than fluffy fluff, fluff tale. But it IS Edward and Bella. Its just that this Edward and Bella have some bigger hurdles to overcome than some of the other stories we have featured.... BUT! Fear not dear fellow tender hearted WussPervs! This is VERY much a WussPerv story. You know I wouldn’t let you read something without a tremendously squishy HEA for them. Edward and Bella go through the wringer a wee bitty. But their love is true and solid. But this WP story has a wee edge. A wee bit of danger. A wee extra bit of unnffff. Which makes their reunion and happiness worth so much more.

Seriously though. When they first get together? Yummy yumkins. I won’t spoil or reveal what is going on in this story. But both are left alone and lost when things don’t go the way they expected or hope. Thankfully their separation is not touched upon. Instead we have a time jump and see the aftermath. We see the end result, the now. And how they reconnect.

I really like how this story is written. I normally prefer just one consistent POV to a story, but I think that BelleDean does such a good job of making their voices separate and distinct. Also she never rehashes scenes just to show it through the others POV, instead each voice tells a unique tale, even if sometimes the same scene is touched upon. This means we have a very rich picture of Edward and Bella. We, as the reader, can see what is ahead for them, even if the characters cannot. We just cannot see how the complex and interesting characters will respond and deal to the fallen tress in their path!

I adore Edward in this story. He is so vulnerable, which to me is a very canon trait. He’s innocent in so many ways, yet seems world weary due to his past. (Again so canon like!) He’s sweet, insecure and so very desperate to please. Oh and boy does he please physically....

"Edward, I don't have time…ugh…I've to go to a production meeting…" I feel his tongue on my neck and his boner pressed against my ass. I attempt one step toward the door.

"You can be late once," he pleads.

His arms are like vise grips around my stomach holding me to him. The minute I stop resisting, stop trying to make my way to the door, his fingers trail down to the hem of my skirt.

"May I?" he asks as he pushes it up. I can feel the grin on his face against my skin.

"Mmmh…but."

It's okay to be late, right?

His fingers graze along my thigh and I shiver. It was a superfluous discussion all along.

Just this once.

I nod and he's so quick, pushing my underwear down to my knees, bending me forward smoothly but with control. I press my palms on the dresser. I hear the sound of his belt being undone. The condom wrapper drops on the floor and I feel him.

He fits perfectly and it's good… always, so it's worth it. So good every single time. Edward pants as he thrusts and leans forward pressing his chest against my back.

"Spread your legs wider, babe, please," he groans. I feel his breath against my neck, his chest's heaving and I try to comply, shimming my underwear down.

"Wait," I murmur and take my panties off without losing contact. He rocks against me slowly. My stance is wider and I feel him deeper but … not enough. "Faster, please."

"No." I look over my shoulder and he shakes his head. I whimper.

"Please." I wiggle and push my butt against him looking for more. He halts my movements firmly with one hand and starts rubbing me with the other.

"Close?" His voice sounds hoarse and strained with effort as he draws circles and pulls in and out in long, measured strokes.

"Mmmmh…more." He complies, picking up his pace minutely and I come. I ride it out. My legs feel like jelly and I just want to collapse, but his hands placed on my hips, encircling me and holding me in place, won't let me.

"Not." Thrust. "Even." Pull. "Close."

His slow, languid rhythm teases me. I moan. He's groaning and shaking, performing a tightrope walk that he can't sustain. After another minute, he pulls out and turns me around swiftly.

I want him back.

I should be mad at him that he's making me late, but when I look into his eyes as his fingers move a strand of hair out of my face and he positions himself with his hand against me, I can't.

"You feel so good." Kiss. "I want to …" push, "lock you up …" lick, "in this room…mmmh…" thrust ", and never let you go."

His hips are rocking harder against mine; he's hitting the right spot as he holds my butt in place on top of the dresser. The silly empty jewelry box the decorator placed on the dresser is shaking.

"So good…" I moan into his t-shirt with my forehead resting against his shoulder. I dig my heels into his ass to gain some control.

"Slow down," he orders.

"Don't stop."

"Mmmm…no. Not yet…I want to…"

"More … like this." I move my hips.

"Please … don't move …"

"I need."

"Fuck."

He shakes and stills.

I love this.

Whew! Nipple popping stuff eh? Don’t read this in a cold room, or you will be in pain. [Although you might generate some much needed heat from your other regions! ;) ]

Their joint suffering and sadness from their separation from each others’ absence from their lives leads to very, very, very (desperate) sexy loving.

"Please," I pant as he enters me without hesitation.
"I missed this ..."

He kisses my face, nibbles at the skin around my collarbone and I can't remember when this has felt so good.

"Okay?" His breath hits the skin near my ear. He's rocking slowly. I nod and find his mouth. My hands explore his back. His skin feels like I remember it ... his touch is better. His fingers push between us, teasing me.

When I come, I close my eyes. Edward moves faster and I hold on to him tightly, digging my fingers into his back. He groans and collapses and his whole weight presses down on me. My breathing is shallow below his relaxed form.

I feel needy and weak when he pulls out of me and rolls over.

Both Edward and Bella in this story have kind of buggered up their lives, both have secrets and failures from before they first come together. But its only once they reconnect and truly open up to one another that they can banish their individual demons. And that to me is the key to a successful and healthy relationship. Together you make each other better, but more importantly you make yourself better. . . . .

I really do love this little bittersweet, sexy tale. I would LOVE a wee sexy/happy future take (hint hint BelleDean). As the final chapter is brief and I really care about these two.

Jess - I love angst. I don’t think that’s any big surprise, and that’s one of the reasons I really enjoyed this TWP pick. Like Emmy said, it’s got some darker, sadder times. In fact, it takes a good six or seven chapters for some of that stuff to get worked out, and it adds a richness and depth not often seen in some of our fluffier picks.

Edward and Bella are both independently strong characters. BelleDean does a nice job of really giving them each their own voice. Edward is younger than Bella by like five years, and that in and of itself adds a dynamic we don’t often see. When we first meet him, he’s full of optimism and naivete that most young people on the verge of going to college carry around with them. Bella, on the other hand is older, jaded, and stuck in a job she hates. That dichotomy creates a bridge... and leads to some very rockin’ sexy times.

"I want you too," I moan into his mouth. He pushes against me, but not hard enough. I lift my hips up and feel his head slip inside. He moves forward slowly, filling me inch by inch. Once he's inside of me completely, he starts thrusting.

"Feels so good," he breathes, picking up his pace with his elbows on either side of my face. I move my legs up to his waist and push him deeper with the heels of my feet, urging him on. He pushes up on one hand and lets the other glide towards my ass. I close my eyes and I can feel my climax building. I shove my hips up to meet his.

"So close," I gasp, as he increases his speed and I can feel myself coming, clenching around him. He thrusts in a couple of more times before collapsing on top of me.

After I catch my breath, I wiggle underneath him. He pulls out with a groan and tosses the condom aside. He lies down next to me and we spoon, while I drift off into a deep sleep, spent.

Edward rubbing his hard member against my backside wakes me up a little while later. I'm about to turn around to tell him I'm too tired for another round. I have a job after all and have to get up early in the morning while his interning ass probably doesn't have to show up until later, if at all. But then I hear him moan in my hair.

"Bella …" I glance over my shoulder and see that his eyes are closed. He's sound asleep. I turn my head around and kiss him. He wakes up and kisses me back.

We fuck twice more in the middle of the night. I take it back: sometimes looks and attraction do translate to chemistry in bed.

But it’s that pesky thing called age and life stage difference that gets in the way, and five years later we find them both in a much different place. The story that unfolds is one of ups and down, misunderstandings and miscommunications. Underneath it all, though, there is a quiet determination to find themselves and each other, to battle through all life is throwing their way - and there are some major curveballs - together.

These two are adorable and sweet together but not in their normally fluffy way. Give this story a read, and tell them the Pervs sent you.

Trin - As the ladies have already said this story isn't just all marshmallow fluff and happiness. There is a good amount of angst that takes a little while to work through. All the issues they encounter really truly help to strengthen them as a couple and it enriches them as characters which makes the story better because it seems real.

I fell pretty hard for this Edward. He's sweet and has a unashamed vulnerability to him that just makes me happy grin. He doesn't mind telling Bella he needs her or how much he is missing her.

They have a number of obstacles to overcome as a couple but it just makes it that much sweeter in the end.

I'm hard. Her thigh is resting against me. I pull her up, her legs straddling me. We kiss. I want her badly. But she's hesitant; it's not in her movements, but I feel it.

"Please, I missed you so badly." I touch myself and try to push her down. She relents with a heavy sigh. "No condoms…fuck…"

She moves away. My erection flops against my stomach. She starts rubbing me just the right way, better than I can, slithering, pressing her body against mine while her hands continue their ministrations.

I touch her, press against her, feel her skin slipping and sliding.

"Faster," she pants. My fingers speed up; I play her like she's playing me.

"Like this?"

"Mmmh."

"Good?" Her hands slide down. My hips thrust up. Once. Twice. I'm there.

"Close?" I circle her with my thumb. She stills and I think she's good.

"Yeah," she breathes and takes my index finger, moves it inside her. I feel her shudder.