goth angel sinner - dreamnap (sequel to cowys)

white ferrari - frank ocean

mind on the road
your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
white ferrari, had a good time

^^
a picture so you know what dream's car looks like

xxx

i tap my fingers on the steering wheel, humming along to the soft tune playing on the radio. the clock on the dashboard informs me that it's currently twelve am. perfect timing.

i make a left turn onto a road full of basic looking two-story homes. they're barely any different from the houses on my street. white facade, front porch, stone path, garage, gate to the backyard. trees are lining the concrete sidewalk, running parallel with the road. the american dream, huh.

street lights illuminate the otherwise pitch black night. nick told me to wait for him underneath the fifth one, just to be safe. i count them quietly in my head, pulling over and slowing the car to a stop when i'm at five.

the comforting sound of the engine abruptly cuts off and leaves me sitting in silence, only the chirping of crickets filling the air. i sigh, whipping my phone out to text him.

bby 💗🌸💖💋
__________________

me
i'm here >:)

bby
ok omw <33
u better not kidnap me

me
lmao we're just gonna hang out
i've been dying to hold u

bby
awww
i've been dying to kiss u ❤️

me
❤️❤️
read 12:10 am

this late night drive was my idea to begin with. since nick's grounded again there's no way he'll be able to sneak out during daytime, so i figured this would do. and i definitely don't mind more stargazing.

on top of that, i've got a little surprise for him. sure, aimless driving with your lover is amazing, but i wanted to spice it up a bit. just thinking about how happy he'll be makes me grin like an idiot.

a sudden knock snaps me out of my thoughts. my pulse starts racing when i see my passenger outside, laughing and fixing his messy hair. he exhales hot air at the window, creating a foggy spot in which he draws a little heart. i think mine has melted.

he skips around to the other side, swinging the door open and hopping in. i could meet him a million times, pick him up a million times like this and i would still be as mesmerized by his looks. there's something so outstandingly beautiful about him, whether it's those sparkling, playful eyes, his cute cheeks, or his plump, kissable lips. he's wearing a pastel pink hoodie and his favorite ripped jeans. the same jeans he was wearing at the party.

"hi baby," i purr, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before he's even got time to react.

he tastes like pink bubblegum. i love it.

i love you.

"hey cutie," he blushes, stealing another peck.

fucking hell he's adorable.

"i've missed you a lot."
"it's been like three days."
"still missed you," i shrug, "i've been having nick withdrawals."
"really? then i guess i've been having clay withdrawals."

we chuckle in unison at our dumb conversation. normally things would've been awkward as hell by now, but when i'm with nick nothing feels forced or awkward. everything flows so naturally. i'm never uncomfortable. he's my safe space.

i'm about to start the car again when a hand grazes my shoulder. his expression has turned into a slightly anxious one, making me wonder what's up.

"did you.. did you get my voicemail?"

the voicemail. how could i forget the voicemail?

i was in bed the other day, mindlessly scrolling through instagram when i suddenly received a voicemail. confused, i began listening to it. and oh boy, was i nicely surprised.

hushed moans and whimpers came spilling out of my phone. it wasn't exactly hard to guess who'd sent it. the boy on the other end whined after me like a slut while desperately touching himself. he told me he was thinking about me stroking him, and that he wished i could be there fucking his brains out.

'clay- mhh.. pl-please fuck me, ahhh- fuck me c-clay' over and over. i could easily imagine it in my head; my little brat, laying on his back in bed, horny out of his mind, squirming under his own touch while wishing it was my hands. it turned me on like hell. to put it simply; i slept very well that night.

"oh, i definitely did."
"so, what did you think?"

"it was hot as hell," i smirk, "you made me cum so hard."
"r-really? i was afraid it'd be embarrassing," he confesses, cheeks going red.
"you sounded so sexy.."

i run my fingers over the slight bulge in his pants and watch him shiver.

"cl-clay?"
"i'm not gonna fuck you in the front seat under a streetlight, sweetie. you'll just have to wait."
"such a tease," he mutters, resting his forehead against the glass as i pull out of the neighborhood.

the highway is almost empty as we turn onto it. when i've sped up and switched gears i reach for nick's hand, intertwining our fingers. he shoots me a content smile despite my mean teasing.

"how did you even afford this car? it's so nice."

"saved up for it my whole life," i explain, "like i blew literally all my savings. and of course my dad helped with the money still missing. it wasn't in the best condition when i bought it, i've done a lot of work on it myself. otherwise i never would've been able to afford it. these sell for like a hundred grand dude."

"damn," nick exclaims, wide-eyed.
"so worth it though. this is my dream car."

i let go of his hand to gently grip his chin instead.

"and besides, i wouldn't drive you around in a ride any cheaper than this. you only deserve the best, honey boo."

he giggles, causing the butterflies in my stomach to be freed again.

"you sound like the millionaire daddy in one of those cheesy romance novels."
"wish i was," i mumble, "then i could spoil you to death."

"you're already spoiling me with your love."
"but i could buy you a mansion, a yacht, a tesla, a beach house, gucci shoes, trips to bali-"
"okay, okay! i get it," he laughs, slapping my hand away, "you wanna be my sugar daddy, i get it."

xxx

we got so familiar
spending each day of the year
white ferrari, good times
in this life, in this life