I dip down for a kiss
"You'd have to royally mess up for me to leave you. I'm more worried vice versa".
In one Swift movement he flips me onto my back. "Are you ready" i nod. I am. The kiss reunites again, this time it deepens he causes me to moan from it, I can't handle the little amount of space between us so I start pushing up into the kiss. He starts to kiss the corner of my mouth, he peppers them up to my ear. I can't repeat some of the dirty things he whispered because it'd be simply immoral. He sucks gently on my lobe before kissing behind my ear then my neck, moans keep erupting from my mouth
"Stop doing that, it'll be over before we even start" he moves to kiss my neck
"Yes. Keep going, please"I wrap my legs around him pulling his already hard self into me.
"Ask me nicely again and I'll do anything" his kisses linger on my neck whilst he lifts my favorite t-shirt of his off of me "fuck you're so beautiful" he takes me in. His wet kisses pass in between my boobs whilst he fondles then, he then head lower and lower until I start screaming, I then watch his head reappear from the quilt still kissing every inch of me.
"I love you so fucking much" we then begin to kiss, tongues sparring, I taste myself on his lips, in his mouth, all over him. "Are you sure This is okay?"
"Oh for Christ sake put it in clay"
"Say my name again, don't ever hold anyone else's" he uses his hand to warm me up again before the insertion.
"Holy fuck" he lays, his full body weight stacked on top of mine
"I know"
"You okay?" His words are gentle
"It's been a while but yeah overall I'm fine, just a little short for breath"
"Jesus, yeah. I was scared I lost all my mojo and skillage" he takes a moment to think before rolling off me "the last time we did anything was my birthday, it's been months since then"
"Birthday blowy" I quip he slowly starts to drag his nails up and down my forearm
"I think that should be a tradition. Quackity has a birthday every other day"
"1. Who's quacky 2. I think you'd brake my jaw like you did to Finn" he stops the dragging momentarily
"I'd rather not talk about that" silence consumes us again, just the quiet breathing between us, his eyes slowly flicker closed, mine don't mimick his action. I run my thumb over cheek a few times I watch through the shadows, a bruise has formed from his nose and trails up to his left eye.
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Posted 3:04
10/12/21
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After sex cigarettes // dreamwastaken
FanfictionLife isn't like a category or genre one can slip into, if any thing it's like scenes from millions of movies thrown into one. !!!!I do not support dream and his actions as of recent!
