warnings: just some cursing!!
pairings: summer dacosta ✘ black!fem!reader
genres: touch starved!summer, reader and summer are cute chaotic couple goals asf!!, reader is indecisive (LIKE ME Y'ALL), summer has a morning voice (OMG) reader kinda easily forgets things, summer is a sneaky little minx to reader, consent is sexy, there is very little breast foreplay (fully clothed), making out scene, hickeys, seductive suggestions (again NOT SMUT; just making out)
summary: desperate to cure your boredom, you convince your girlfriend summer to initiate a bet, both negotiating the consequences for the loser. much to your surprise, you won the bet and summer isn't quite frankly enthralled as you.
word count: 5.3k+
tag list: @bballer98970 @Yazmine543 dinosaur_bones lanascherrycolabby lottiesgf
author's note: a little blurb i thought was cute because i think summer is an underrated dior character who deserves recognition too! officially i'm not sure that i'll begin writing for summer as yet, so i'll just see how this one goes! next, i know absolutely NOTHING about makeup! also, i didn't expect this oneshot to be this long, but the longer; the better, right?! for some reason, i kinda felt like this oneshot was mediocre in a way, but idk.
The following night was a lazy one, Summer's parents went out grocery shopping with her siblings, the errand probably taking the whole day. It was around 7pm when her family left, and you were beginning to get bored of rewatching your favorite TV series. Fueled by boredom, you made a bet with your girlfriend; who would last longer without social media. It wasn't a fair bet, you realized that, but there were no other challenging bets in mind right now.
You won the bet and your beloved girlfriend Summer lost as you rummaged for the makeup products on her bureau, leading up to your current position. To be exact, you straddled her lap, keeping her secure from escaping from your grasp, as you applied makeup onto her face. Annoyed by the turn of events, Summer kept her irritation silent, eyes settled lovingly onto you as a wide grin overtook your face.
Truth be told, you knew you were going to win, just by your patience and capability alone. To your knowledge, you took an interest in many hobbies so you weren't glued to your phone, unlike your girlfriend. Since the day you started dating, you hadn't fully comprehended her obsession with her phone, a constant need to update her followers about her everyday life. But as months passed, you learned to tolerate it, because of the love you held for your girlfriend but her addiction to her phone is very unhealthy. It was time for her to detach from the online world and reconnect with the real world.
As previously stated, the terms were that if you lost, you create a 'get ready with me' routine on YouTube and if she lost then she'll allow you to put makeup on her. She hardly uses makeup, preferring to be all-natural, observing intensely when you do it yourself. You were quite enthusiastic about the outcome, but Summer not too much.
Her face was already cleaned and moisturized, ready for your magic hands. "You lost the bet, deal with it," you squinted your eyes at the curly-haired girl as you added the concealer, and applied the powder across her cheek with the brush. Natural makeup was more simple and much less of a hassle Summer was preparing to make.
"It wasn't a fair bet," she huffed, slightly squirming under the brush's touch.
"You can't go on without your phone for an entire day?"
"What else is there to do?"
"Literally anything else, find a hobby and pursue it. Your phone isn't everything."
"This phone is my life," she continues, holding the device tightly in her hand, and you send her a rhetorical look, "Besides the literal love of my life," she attempts to reinstate herself but miserably fails at doing so.
"Nice try," Summer meets an unimpressed look.
"Do you wanna blog this? My fans will love our wholesome moments." She picks up her phone, ready to record.
You block her back camera screen with your hand, which her smile deflates and a pout forms on her face.
"Hmmm not tonight babe, social media just twists up every wholesome thing and makes it poisonous." You closed the powder compact, discarding it in the heap of makeup supplies, and searched for your next item; the blusher.
"A lot of words just came out of your mouth that I didn't understand," she deadpanned.
"Let me put it in much simpler terms, you are not blogging this, put your phone away and enjoy the real world, not everything has to be on social media."
She nods reassuringly, placing her phone face forward on the desk beside the bed. You smile in appreciation of the action, finally discovering the blusher, matching with Summer's undertone, returning to the task at hand.
"Well I apologize for doing that, I just want the world to see how beautiful my girlfriend is so they can be jealous."
You laugh, "It's not like I banned you, babe, just no internet today. Just both of us alone."
Rolling your eyes playfully, throwing the blusher away as you picked up the eyeliner item.
"I'm not arguing with that."
You flick the eyeliner tube onto her forehead, causing Summer to wince. "Keep still, babe," you demanded the girl below you who shuffled. Very carefully, starting with her right eye, you drew in the eyeliner and hurriedly completed the other one.
"You know you're really pretty," Summer confesses, squeezing your hips, and making you squeak out in surprise. Summer was lucky that she didn't get jabbed by the eyeliner pencil, or else this would have taken a different toll, involving sudden cries and pleas of apologies. The heat rushed to your cheeks, very grateful that blushes weren't visible on your melanin skin, but rather by your frantic and flustered actions.
"Are you trying to make me lose focus?" you quirked an eyebrow at her, almost accusing her of such treachery.
"Why would I do that?" your girlfriend asks, slightly tilting her head, "It's the truth, you are really pretty."
You grin, staring at Summer, and planted a small kiss beside her lips, intentionally aiming for a faux kiss. She opens her mouth to protest, but you are faster, mentally prepared for your next words.
"Complain and you're on a kissing ban." Yep, you knew her real weaknesses, so just use the right timing and it was the perfect ultimatum. Your girlfriend immediately closes her mouth, letting you get back to work.
"No pouting," your hand squeezes her cheeks, forcing out a fish lips imitation. She looks down at her gleeful expression, eyebrows furrowed as she stares up at you. "I don't like seeing my girl sad of any sort."
Once she nods, you let go and grab the mascara tube as her fingers roam down your thighs, lightly brisking the soft flesh.
"We're halfway there, my love. Are you still gonna be patient with me?"
Upon your kind request, she nods enthusiastically with a half-lipped smile so you can apply the mascara. You chuckle, opening the mascara cover, and leaning towards her face, your breaths intermingling as one. She traces small shapes in your thighs and you bite down your lip in full concentration, a firm grip on the mascara as you begin to skim on her eyelashes.
"You're really cute when focused."
"How? You could barely even see me right now?"
"Because I know my lovely girlfriend from the heart."
By now, her makeup was nearly completed, only the eyeshadow and lipstick needed to be done. You told her to open her eyes, showing her an eyeshadow palette consisting of sorts of shades.
"What color do you want?"
"Any color to your liking."
"I'm indecisive as fuck be so serious right now."
"Go with your instinct," she attempts to narrow down the options.
"Hmmm...well, the red makes your eyes pop, but so does the green. Red, I'm choosing red!"
"Attagirl,"
"Close your eyes."
She sighs heavily, doing as instructed. "Stop being overdramatic, that's my tactic." You retort.
Good thing, eyeshadowing felt like a breeze to you, and Summer's patience allowed it...well for the most part. "Are you almost done yet?" she whined, her mouth astray and her eyelids began to flutter, ruining your technique.
"Stop moving your eyes, babe." you gritted through your teeth, gently grabbing her face, carefully keeping it in place.
"It's ticklish."
"I know, my love, but please stay still."
"You know if you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask, my kisses are unlimited to you, just like my unconditional love for you."
"Sweet talker, sounds like you're the one desperate for a kiss,"
"Fine, you got me!" her sweet tone disperses, tone dropping a few octaves, pleading with her doe eyes, "Now please, can I get a kiss?"
"Not with that attitude!"
She exhaled quietly, reinforcing her statement, careful to avoid getting on your bad side, "Can I please get a kiss from you?"
You grinned at Summer and planted a small kiss on her lips, very similar to a soft peck.
She protests in annoyance, "Hey what was that?"
You leaned closer, noses hardly glazing as Summer's breath hitches and the couple shared immediate eye contact. She thought you were going to kiss her, but she thought wrong, observing the coy smirk resting on your lips.
"It was a kiss, my love." you leave a wet kiss on her nose, smiling softly as you pull away. Summer was so flustered that it was adorable, urging you to continue.
"Hardly even a kiss!"
"Be grateful!"
She huffs, crossing her arms, frustration reflecting on her facial features.
"Still wasn't a real kiss..."
"You didn't specify which kind of kiss," you inform her, "Details are very important."
"Yeah, I know that..." she whispers, avoiding eye contact and her fingers thrum against your hips.
"And, yet?" you hinted.
"You know I prefer real long kisses." she babbles on, connecting her eyes onto yours, giving you a pointed look, "Where they're sweet and passionate and not haste and torturous like that kiss was!"
"How about after I'm done with your makeup, with no more complaints than we can makeout. How does that sound, babe?"
She begrudgingly nodded slowly, seemingly understanding the deal, and relaxed her head further into the pillows. Finally, you're doing the lipstick, that part Summer actually enjoys. Your girlfriend kept you under a keen eye, analyzing your movements, and thinking about what to do next. An idea popped up in her mind, an irking thought just to witness your reaction as you close the lipstick lid, and a devious smirk forms on her face.
Very swiftly, she brings her face towards yours, hastily pressing a large sloppy kiss onto your lips, the red smudge visible as Summer smirks smugly.
"Babe..." you send her a warning look, lips pursed and an eyebrow raised, trying to process what she just did. "Please tell me you didn't do what I think you just did— Summer!" You looked at her, blinking as if that would turn back time. Maintaining eye contact, as you stared in silence, stealthy of the other's movements, drowning out the music playlist Summer's stereo was playing.
Muah! Another red kiss mark at the left corner of your lips.
"Stop–"
Muah! Another red kiss mark at the right corner of your lips.
"Doing–"
Muah! Another red kiss mark on your nose.
"That!"
Muah! This kiss lasted longer for some reason, her lips landed on your neck, eagerly waiting for another sloppy kiss but it never came. Instead, multiple sloppy kisses were littered all over your neck, the red lipstick mark, leaving faint residue wherever her lips touched.
You grabbed her face, halting her actions any further, "What was the point of it?"
"Sorry, not sorry, babe." she grinned proudly, "I couldn't resist your alluring charm any longer."
You felt flustered underneath her gaze, hanging your head down slightly, avoiding eye contact with her as you released her face from your hold.
"All that for endearment?!"
"It wasn't for nothing if we're being honest."
"Please enlighten me then."
"Well for starters, this is more fun."
"I love you," you murmur, caressing her face.
"And I love you too."
She could kiss you a billion times, and that still wouldn't suffice for you, Summer made sure you know that on numerous occasions, often being the one to overextend your kisses. You felt your girlfriend's smile in the kiss as she deepened it, her grip on your waist tightening.
It was one of those slow and steady kisses that you cherished with her. There was no need to rush your makeout, a calm chaste kiss sealed the deal and got the point across. You missed her dearly throughout the first school semester during face-time calls and so did she. Summer was just drowning in your lips, radiating her 3 months of yearning for you, putting all of her passion into these kisses, just like she promised to achieve in those phone calls she'd make daily for you.
Yes, to others, it could be acknowledged as small, passing it off as nothing, only to be forgotten. But not for you.
You adored the tiny detail that Summer attempted to improve for both of you, mainly for you. Seeking the desperation of needing your approval of her kissing techniques. She was persistent in making you know that she cared about passion and intimacy, just as you did. She practiced, and over time she majorly progressed, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world and Summer could still feel it when you kissed her. Other times, you'd found her hot in her enraged state, mindlessly admitting that, engaged in the intense make-out, which only boosted her ego, yet calmed her down.
Sucking in a breath as the kiss intensified, one of Summer's hands traveled to your lower back as the other remained on your hips, lightly squeezing the flesh there. You moaned in the kiss, spurring your girlfriend further on as she tugged at your lower lips, biting down gently, hardly enticing any discomfort from you.
Summer gave you time to adjust yourself again as she stared at you in contentment. Your hand teasingly runs down from the crevices of her breasts down to her toned abdomen and her breath hitched at this. However, she gains dominance as her hands grip the flesh of your thighs, squeezing down on them as you shuffle slightly.
She couldn't go on with another minute without your loving kisses. Those kisses shared with you, your soft and sweet lips, were like nicotine to her, a special type of drug, stupidly yearning for your lips even more. Insanely addicted to your lips making her act crazy, practically begging on her knees for an ounce of your attention, wondering if you saw her in the same light she perceived for you.
Eventually leading up to where she can get insanely high, and resist the temptation to become sober. Never take the risk of being sober if it means that she gets to be high off of you every day, obsessed by everything you achieved. Like hell was your girlfriend was gonna waste the chance of losing your touch once more, she'd be crazy enough to beat those allegations.
The Dacosta girl was known for her stubbornness, nothing certainly new there, even timing you with barely a minute to spare.
As a matter of fact, she hastily grabs your face, with a decent amount of force, connecting your lips with hers, creating another powerful kiss. With one hand lightly caressing your face and her other hand still squeezing your thighs with much added force. Taken by surprise, your eyes slightly widened and ferociously captured her lips again in a luscious manner. Summer's back crashes on the bed, dragging you down with her, not breaking a sweat, keeping you close and connected with her.
Just like that, her lips found yours and it was another competition between the two except it was more than friendly. Both of your lips were swollen but neither of you chose to acknowledge it, wanting more of the other in your presence. Deepening the kiss, Summer slid her tongue into your mouth and explored inside of it.
Before things could have highly escalated, your girlfriend pulled away, stared at you lustfully, and attached her mouth to your jaw, smearing some lipstick residue there. Soon after, she switched to your neck, eager to produce markings, only meant for her intentions. You moan lightly in response, gripping the back of her head as she sucks harshly on your neck, creating hickeys.
The next day came quickly, the sun peeking through the bedroom curtains as you stirred gently, annoyed by the sunlight, shoving your face into Summer's chest. Entangled up in each other's arms, you lay on top of Summer as the couple slept soundly underneath the soft comfort of the bed sheets.
Your ears perked up at random shouting, but you shrugged it off, hoping it'd just bypass. You were so wrong, so very very wrong, instead of the shouting getting further and lower, it became louder and closer. The abrupt sound of vague footsteps halts when you feel another weight collide on your bed, jumping onto you and Summer. You groaned, shuffling as two other weights crashed onto the bed, ruining your sleep. Unfortunately, the sunlight didn't wake you up, it was your friends who did.
"Y/N!" the group of three shouts in unison, yanking the bed sheets off of you. Summer stirs awake slightly before fluttering her eyes open, tightening her grip on your waist.
"What the fu—" Summer hoarsely questions, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, "When did you guys get in here? Why are you guys here?"
"For Y/N, of course."
"She isn't available right now," she advises them, pulling the sheets over you two. "Come back in a few hours or even better, come tomorrow,"
Once again, the bedsheets are harshly yanked off, landing on the floor. Now, you had no choice but to wake up. Sighing heavily, you got up from Summer's warm chest and sat upright as you hazily stared at your friends, scratching your braids through your bonnet.
"When did you arrive?"
"How was the plane ride here?"
"Is Canada still cold as shit?"
"How long did you plan on hiding her from us?"
"She's my girl," Summer states, staring at you and placing her head into your neck, "I'm obliged to keep her all by myself." You noticed her face was clean, she probably woke up earlier to remove it, refusing to sleep with makeup on.
"Ugh, you two in love are so cute," Leo smiles.
You and Summer share a glance and she lovingly kisses you on the cheek, feeling her calloused hands wrap gently around your waist.
"I'm so jealous, why can't this happen for me too?
"It will someday," Kayla tries to remain optimistic for her friend.
"You saying that is like Ferris' chances of getting with his crush."
"Uncalled for." Ferris rolls his eyes.
"Hey, Y/N," Kayla starts, peering closer at your face, presumably your neck.
Your eyebrows furrow, seeing Kayla's curious eyes meet yours, "What's wrong Kayla?"
"Y/N you got a little faint stain on your neck," she touched your neck, lightly tapping on the designated area before observing closer and squinting her eyes, "Wait a minute is that a hickey?!"
"Hold up, did we interrupt something?" Leo asked, "I was fine with being unaware."
"Damn....Summer, I didn't know you were on some type of vampire shit." Ferris jokes, gesturing to your neck. From the corner of your eye, you felt Summer's shoulder tense up as did her grip on your waist.
"You can't keep your mouth shut for shit, I swear," Summer cursed at her friend, harshly slapping his shoulder, making him yelp out in pain and jump out of the bed.
"You're fine..you're fine..." Leo brushed his friend off with a soft pat on the back.
"Her hits really hurt, Leo!" Ferris whines, cradling his right shoulder which your girlfriend took a huge swing at. Kayla and Leo shake their heads as Ferris sits between them, observing Summer's movements, cautious of receiving another hit.
You sharply turned your head to her, glaring at her as your hand scrambled for your phone, hoping Ferris was just joking. You were very, very wrong! You gasp in astonishment, observing your neck which consisted of multiple red lipstick stains and a newly formed hickey, both courtesy of your girlfriend.
"Summer Dacosta!" you yelled, dropping your phone on the soft sheets. "Look at my neck!" you exclaimed, pointing to your neck as if it were the most obvious thing.
Remaining quiet, she stares at you, uneasiness rising in her eyes. "Relax, babe, it's not that bad." She exhales.
"Not that bad?!" You backtrack, "Come again, did you say: Not. That. Bad."
"Never mind, I take that back, babe."
"Look at my neck, you did this!"
"And I did a great job." She answers calmly.
"This isn't funny at all!" You chastised her, crossing your arms, "I look like a vampire's appetizer."
"Darling, we both know that if I truly had my way with you, people think you're dating a vampire."
"Wouldn't be such a bad thing!"
"Trust me, I know."
You turn to your friends, who seem highly invested in your conversation, almost forgetting their presence. "Guys, can I talk to Summer...alone?" Although it sounded like a question, it wasn't one, but a kind demand of telling them to get lost or be caught in the crossfire. Obviously, there was no choice but to avoid being caught in the crossfire for them.
"Yeah, that's no problem at all. Bye, guys!" Leo, Kayla, and Ferris exclaimed in unison, scrambling off the bed and sprinting towards the door. They certainly didn't want to face your wrath as Summer is about to endure. After all, you were Summer's girlfriend so she can deal with you all by herself, without any support from them.
"Traitors!" Summer shouted after them, only to get the door slammed in response.
"That was so embarrassing, babe," you whine, slightly throwing your head back. Annoyed by the circumstances, you held your head up, further examining the mark on your neck, gazing at your neck. "I can't believe you did that to me."
"My beautiful girl, they're our friends, embarrassing moments are meant to be made with them." she defended, lazily getting off the bed and walking towards you.
"When did you— How did you?" you groan exasperated, holding your head in a worrisome manner, "Why can't I remember when you made a hickey?"
"That's a secret I'll never tell," She shrugs her shoulders, "And besides..." her arms wrap around your waist, lingering on your stomach as she rests her head on the crevice of your neck. Going off on pure instinct, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned back slightly, embracing her body as yours, comforted by her warm touch. Lightly pressing soft kisses against your shoulders further soothing you in her embrace, tracing irregular patterns on your stomach. "You know you like it, baby," she smirks, eyes shining in amazement watching you remove your hand from her wonderful creation, displaying it proudly to the mirror. "There's no shame in denying it, you know?"
Her fingers gently traced the outline of your hips, sending goosebumps all over your skin, causing your mind to spiral, simply because her touch was too overwhelming. Even with her lightest touch, you'd be wincing at the contact, wondering how your girlfriend has such a sensational touch on you, containing such a powerful control over your body. It was like your body wasn't your own, rather it was Summer's, based on her control, and you were the puppet, oblivious to her power. Maybe you liked it...you liked Summer having control over your body, unwilling to fight against her. Perhaps, it was the dominant nature Summer held that kept you grounded, that same power kept you submissive to her entire being. Left defenseless and vulnerable to her words was your mechanism, but it would be a shame to resist her. God, you'd have the horrid option to resist her touch, her words, her affection, her love and you were incapable of doing so. You were too addicted to your girlfriend, and she's clearly aware of it too, using it to her advantage, having you putty at her commands. She loved gaining the power and you loved giving her the power.
"Show the world your pretty neck and maybe I just might mark you up again, only somewhere where nobody else can see but me." she squeezes your waist, breathing in your scent, lovingly staring at you through the mirror.
Bringing her phone out, she takes a picture of your neck, all red lipstick stain marks surrounding the hickey, and shoves the phone in your eyesight as you view the photo.
"Don't worry, baby, this is for my eyes only, nobody else is gonna be blessed with this beauty."
"But you know.." you whined, "That I'm yours."
"As much as I am yours."
"Summer...."
"I promise to be careful..." she huskily whispers in your ear. You inhaled deeply when her hands started to travel upward, but it stopped right above your stomach, "Do you want me to continue?"
You whimper, throwing your head back, and resting on Summer's shoulder.
"I need words, princess." She kisses behind your right ear, biting down slightly on your outer ear.
"You can continue..." You whisper breathlessly, her touch on your skin was electrifying, tingling at the slightest movements. Slowly but surely, her hands travel upward until they hover over your breasts. Gripping them both lightly, and squeezing them gently, enticing a small moan from you, spurred on Summer's reaction.
"That's my girl..." she pecks your lips, releasing her soft grip on your breasts.
"Now come on, let's get dressed and meet up with our friends, otherwise they'll think we're busy, continuing our rendezvous from last night. and despite that thought is really tempting, our hunger is insatiable, and we both tend to get quite bitchy when we're lacking food."
You shake your head in irritation, knowing she's right but not admitting it out loud. God, Summer was a piece of work but you were utterly obsessed with your piece of work, one of a kind and all yours to cherish.
"You're a fucking tease, Dacosta!"
"Only for you, my beautiful girl." she throws you a wink, dodging when a pillow is thrown at her face. She laughs boisterously and makes her way to the bathroom for a shower.
"We're definitely continuing this later!" you assure your girlfriend.
She peaks her head out, "Wouldn't miss it for the world,"
"And I'm returning the favor."
"Oh, I would like to see you try!" she chuckled, a light tone of a smile curling at her lips. "Don't be shy to admit it, babe, you always know I take control." she uses a sultry voice, checking you out from behind. "Wasn't last night a prime example of it?"
You scowl in the mirror, blatantly ignoring the butterflies in your stomach based on her voice alone.
Still, you looked in the mirror, staring intensely at the hickey on your neck, the same red lipstick-stained hickey that refused to come off. The faint red lipstick stain was still visible, fading away slowly, most likely to disappear at the end of the day. Your fingers linger over the mark, blushing at the thought of the red lipstick-stained hickey, a good reminder of Summer's devotion to love carved beautifully on your chocolate brown skin.
All of a sudden, familiar footsteps brought you out of your stupor. From the moment you shared a quick glance at Summer, a knowing look etched itself onto her face and you bit down on your lower lip.
"Well if I'd known how much you'd be admiring my work of art onto my lovely girlfriend, I would have created more, much more hickeys, no doubt about it. What do you say we skip out on breakfast and get back down to business?" she seductively suggests, grabbing your arm and pulling you in closer.
"Summer!"
"Yes...?!" she coyly replies.
"I like your way of thinking." her eyes widened at your statement, clearly not expecting that answer.
"Wait? What?" Her confidence simmered down at your response. Normally, you're the one who complies with her, not the one being in charge.
"Don't tell me you're getting shy now?!" You let out a dry laugh, incredulously asking her as you crossed your arms, "After all that hard talk you had, you're getting flustered over something I said!"
"I'm-...I'm not..." she stammered over her words, "You just took me by surprise is all."
"There's always time for a new change,"
"I don't like this change!" she grumbled below her breath.
"What'd you say, babe?"
"Oh nothing," she whistles.
"Are you gonna stay true to your word or are you just a phony?"
Her eyes sharply met your gaze and you gulped down the fear, almost instantly regretting your previous words. Walking condescendingly towards you, her hands find your waist too easily, pushing you backward by your hips, not stopping until your back hits the wall. You squirm underneath her intense gaze, aware that she'll never do anything to hurt or make you feel uncomfortable. She's too much of a lover girl for you to reach those certain boundaries.
"I'm anything but a phony, and now I'm gonna prove to you that my sentence stands firmly."
"What are you waiting for?" You stammer out, intensely shrinking when she glowers at you.
"You have such pretty brown skin, flawless even, the perfect shade, every outfit compliments your skin. I don't want you to ever forget it," Her face relaxes, tone sickly sweet and she tilts her head slightly.
You stared at her taken back, partially appalled and confused. She was prepared to completely dominate you, show you who's truly boss, and suddenly she has time to compliment you?! You relaxed at the compliments, Summer was huge on compliments, showering you with them almost every day. Usually, when complimenting you, she genuinely means it, settling for nothing less but to support you. Yet this tone sounded passive-aggressive, and that truly scared you.
"Oh...umm thanks." You still were hesitant about where this conversation was heading.
"....too bad, it's gonna look unrecognizable when I'm finished with you." She finished her sentence with a wicked grin. You felt your heart drop, a pit in your stomach forming massively, whether it was from an undeniable excitement or an unspoken fear, you didn't know. Either way, you wanted to remain unaware and live in the moment, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, your thoughts running wild, and your heart pounding against your chest.
You wanted to spur her even further, push her to the tipping edge, want her to lose all self-control, and have her way with you. Fortunately, the perfect statement swiftly came to mind, and all that was needed was to confidently assert it.
"Well...what are you waiting for?"
She fell right into your trap, as her lips met yours once again in a more fierce manner, hands clawing at your waist, clutching tightly.
Safe to say, you two were occupied with something far more important, not making it to breakfast, shooting a text to Kayla, briefly informing her.
"Guess they got caught up with something," Kayla shrugs, flipping her phone down, and continues to eat her pancake.
"Yeah," Ferris grumbles, picking at his scrambled eggs, "Too busy sticking their tongues inside each other's mouths."
"Thanks for the visual," Leo shudders.
"It's the truth isn't it?"
"Yeah, but don't say it out loud!"
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