tati.
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THIRTEEN.
She'd barely spoken to Darius and his other best friend, Hayden, who had mumbled his introduction so lowly that she couldn't really hear him.
The dancing was taking a very filthy turn on the "dance floor" of the house.
Basically, hoes were throwing that shit BACK.
Darius had ditched both Mackenzie and Hayden to go mingle and grind his body like the whore that he was.
Hayden found it awkward standing around with her, so he muttered something that got carried away with the music before leaving her side, resulting in her being all alone.
Hands grabbed at her sides and she jumps, turning quickly to slam her palm against whoever it is that's gripping her.
She meets Johnny's alarmingly wide eyes and she smiles brightly.
"Johnny!"
He smiles widely in return and removes a hand from her waist to guide her to the kitchen.
It was a lot quieter and she was able to finally hear anything besides "Freak Hoe" pumping from the speakers.
"When did you get here?" She asks him, watching him grab a bottle from the counter top and sinking in the sight of his bare arms, usually covered by his hoodie.
"Not that long ago, actually." He replies. "I had to... take care of some stuff."
He didn't elaborate on what stuff and she hums, leaning across from him on the counter behind her.
He looks down and takes a swig from his drink before meeting her eyes again. "How long ago did you get here?"
"Maybe an hour or so." She thinks. "But you know, Darius ditched me for some pussy... again."
She stares at his tight shirt and the way his jeans shape out his thighs. It was unusual to see him outside of his typical black hoodie.
He furrows his eyebrows. "What's up with him and pussy?"
"He's like some type of lusting-demon that feeds off pussy in order to survive." She huffs, sipping her red cup. "Sometimes, I just can't stand him."
"Can't stand him, hm?" His eyes darts outside the kitchen and observes Darius' dancing figure with much intensity.
She nods then shrugs. "Yeah, but it's whatever."
"I see..."
Then, his eyes flicker away from Darius to Mandla, who now just entered the party.
Man, that kid really makes my ass itch.
Mackenzie could sense his whole demeanor changing. He seemed a little stiff and bothered.
"Johnny?"
"Yeah?" He mumbles.
"You good?"
His eyes immediately snaps back to her. His hands press softly into her shoulders, backing her gently into the counter as he leans forward and press his lips onto hers.
A shocked noise escapes from her throat and her eyes were wide as he pushes against her a little harder.
He bit gently into her lower lip and he pulls back, leaving her lips tingling.
When he was stood completely in front of her, his face was no longer impassive.
He looked worried and insecure, eyes darting around and refusing to look at her face.
"Was that—I shouldn't have done that?" He asks quietly.
Mackenzie needed to retrieve her wig that he currently snatched because whew child!
"N-no, that's not..." She trails off, pressing her hands to his chest and dragging them up to his shoulders. "Do it again."
He let out a shaky breath, leaning forward again and pressing his mouth to hers.
His hands come back to her body as she wraps her arms around his neck, dragging his fingers slowly across her ribcage, her shirt catching on his fingertips.
He digs them into her waist, hard, and her back arches as her chest presses further into his.
He steps even closer, moving his lips against hers roughly.
His hands then tug at her waistband.
Quickly remembering they're in public, her eyes snap open, sliding her hands back down to Johnny's chest and pushing him away lightly.
He pushes forward instead, biting down on her bottom lip warningly.
She holds back the groan in her chest and shoves at his chest again.
He gets the message and pulls away, looking down at her with dark green eyes, pupils dilated so wide.
"N-Not here..." She stammers, catching her breath. "Let's go upstairs."
She doesn't have to tell him twice as he grips her wrist and drags her out the kitchen and through the large crowd.
Finally reaching the staircase, he guides her upstairs towards the bedrooms... where the magic happens ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
He leads her into a bedroom, ignoring the couples in the hallway as he kicks the door shut behind him.
He presses her back into the door roughly. His lips immediately come in contact with her jaw. Nipping gently at her ear then pressing kisses into her jawline.
His hand moves down to her shorts and he slides his fingers up softly from her knee.
His fingers move to her inner thigh, pinching gently at the skin.
She jumps and her life flashes before her eyes as realization finally hits her.
Lil woof woof🐶 cannot go into her lil meow meow🐱.
"Wait–" She squeaks out, attempting to squeeze her thighs together, but Johnny's hand between her legs made that impossible.
"Uh-uh." He mumbles, looking down at his hand.
"No, Johnny, you don't get it... I-I can't do it." She rushes, hands on his shoulders.
He stares at her in confusion. "Is this... is this your first time?"
"What? No, nothing like that."
"What's wrong?" He kisses down her neck, rubbing gently at her thighs. "Why won't you let me have you, hm?"
She doesn't respond, too consumed with the feeling of Johnny's lips on her skin.
"Can't I just taste you?" He slowly unbuttons her shorts and reaches for the zipper.
She gasps and grips his wrist to stop him from any further actions. "No! Not unless you want blood down you throat!"
"H-HUH?"
"I'm on my period... stoopid." She grumbles, a bright hue of red on her cheeks from embarrassment.
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END OF CHAPTER.
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A/N: i really just had beef with depression's fake ass for like two weeks and i was tired of all that talking shit so i told her to pull up. next thing i knew, i was stomping that fugly bitch to her GRAVE... dm for the fight video. #queentingz😘