! CRYSTALLINE - mcyt oneshots

↳dream; hook up

inspired by the song above. listen to it while reading <3

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my lips clashed against his as he pushed me backwards, against the porcelain sinks of the club. music boomed through the door from the main area. despite being away from the buzz, it was still loud enough to be heard.

clay grunted as i tangled my fingers into his hair, tugging slightly at the ends. his hands gripped my hips, squeezing tightly. i groaned into the kiss, pulling away a few seconds later. our chests heaved as we desperately hauled oxygen into our lungs.

our eyes made eye contact for a second before returning, clay's hands looping under my thighs and lifting me up and onto the sink. he forced his tongue into my mouth and began to explore, tracing the cavern with a light touch.

my fingers tightened their grip on his hair as he pulled himself ever closer to me. if that was possible, of course. it felt as though every inch of his body was pushed up against mine.

a few expletives slipped my lips as we pulled away for the second time. i let go of his blonde locks, loosely resting my forearms onto his shoulders and letting my wrists hang. he copied my position and rested his forehead against mine.

the scent of his faint cologne, weed and the alcohol on his breath were the only things i could smell as we stood in near silence. his chest began to rise steadily, occasionally bumping with mine.

my hands gently pushed him away from me, twisting so i was leaning on the white sinks. the bags under my red eyes were barely visible from the foundation i was wearing, covering the discolouration without problems. my mascara was smudged and messy, lipstick giving way slightly from the make out session.

i huffed out a laugh as clay came to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder and turning his head towards my neck. he slowly began to kiss the skin. i tipped my head back, allowing him better access while shutting my eyes to a close. "the mirror's image tells me it's home time."

my words were quiet, voice slightly lower than usual. the words were bordering on slurred, though barely noticeable to the slightly older man.

"but i'm not finished," he whined. his words were slightly muffled by my neck, which his lips were still pressed to. "i want you by my side." i let out a small sigh, fluttering my eyes open again.

"you know we can't, clay. we'll never progress to anything more than meaningless hook-ups." at my words, the man pulled away from my skin. i could see the hurt in his face. guess he wasn't prepared for this.

my thoughts became true as he began to speak again. "meaningless? you're telling me this doesn't impact you in any way?" the blonde spat out. i rolled my eyes, turning around and assuming my previous position against the cold, white porcelain.

this time, though, the man who was previously pressed flush against me, was a meter or two in front of me.

"nope." i popped the 'p'. it hurt to not say it did; but in the end, i was right. he knew that too. we'd never progress to anything more despite what we both wanted. or thought we wanted.

numerous emotions flashed in his eyes as we stared at each other. his green eyes were intoxicating, i wished i'd be able to stare into them forever. "fuck you, y/n."

"wasn't that what you've been doing for the past three months?" i called after him, watching him retreat.

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a/n: as sunday was valentine's, i was unable to post because of some stuff (👀). however as an apology, spicy dream.