It's A Prosthetic (Sal Fisher X Male!Reader)

-Chemistry-

your pov

                  I'm not sure how we got here. his hands roaming my body like a fucking expert. His kiss deadly as his soft lips trailed down my jaw, neck and chest. "Sal.." is all I can mutter out...Sal's cold hand held onto one of mine, while the other slowly took my pants off...

"Let me take care of you, baby..."

My breath hitched. I can't describe how bad I want him. I kissed him once again, unbuttoning and pulling his pants down. we didn't bother to worry about our shirts.

        Let's talk about chemistry.

I don't know what about him draws me in. It may be his skilled fingers from playing guitar, maybe even the way his tongue drags along my body in all the right ways.

        Either way I'm into it.

The way i can feel his hips brush up against me with each thrust. He allows me to hold onto him as much as possible. his soft voice whispering "Is this okay?"

No one had asked before. No one had bothered to ask. 

I love this blue haired boy...the one who no one else wanted.

I want him. I need him...just as he wants and needs me. He loves me as i love him...

As he released, I felt all his love when he clutched onto me and trembled. letting out breathy moans, he said my name. "Y/N....oh god baby..."

I release with him, my nails digging into his back. after my lips press gentle kisses to his neck and shoulders. we stay like this for the remainder of the night.

So no,

       He't not acid nor alkaline.

      Caught between black and white.

       Not quite either day or night.         

        He's perfectly misaligned.

But he's mine. My Sally face....and he's all I need.

(285 words, i'm late I know. I hope this chapter makes up for my absence. I'll be working on more. Stay warm guys! xoxo reaper)