better off without you

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the clock had finally struck 11:30 and the new year was approaching
"i just want to black out" i whine
"not tonight" owen laughs
"no ones gonna be home and i think i deserve it for putting up with you for three months" i say
"putting up with me? i had to put up with you"
"that is so not true"
"right"

i get up from my bed and walk over to my tv and grab the remote
"no tv" he says
"i just wanna see the ball drop that's all"
"we still have like 30 minutes"
"well it's better than talking to you"
"get over here" he demands

imagine going into the new year having sex... might have to happen

i slowly make my way to him
"you know, us having sex tonight would be the first time we were sober"
"is it worth it, i feel like you're more fun when drunk" i tease
"and you talk less" he says
"that was rude"
"i'm sure i can makeup for it" he promises
"yeah? and how are you gonna do that?"

sir warning there will be a ⚠️ at the end!

he smirks until his lips meet mine and he expands a his body over mine
i fall deeper into the kiss loving every second of it. he disconnects and places his lips on my jaw line making a pattern around my neck
he hits one sensitive spot making me gasp. he leaves his tongue to do most of the work on my neck but i crave him more and more each second. i go to reach for his pants but he stops me
"no, tonight is all about you" he mutters into my neck
i basically melt into the bed hearing that, and he wasn't lying. seconds later he had lifted up my shirt revealing both my panties and bra

"shit, sometimes i really forget how perfect you are." he groans
i finish taking off my shirt and pull him back down onto me, his lips move to my chest kissing the uncovered parts. he moves my boob out of the cups of my bra showing my nipple which he quickly takes into his mouth. i throw my head back breaking eye contact with him,
i swear his tongue is magic.
his free hand comes up around my neck choking me while the other plays with my other nipple
"fuck" i moan
his lips come back up to meet mine as his hand slides up and down my stomach.
"i want you inside of me" i groan into his mouth

"we don't always get what we won't do we?"
i was mad at him but i knew i would eventually get what i wanted. his hands meet the top of my panties and his hands slide down cupping my pussy, his lips go back to my neck probably leaving several marks but at the moment i really didn't care. i wanted him. i quickly flipped us so i was on top showing him i wanted control.
"this is new" he smirks
i press my lips against his running my fingers up and down his arms
i trace my lips down his neck hearing slight groans from him
his hand snake around my hips holding my close

"fuck i want you so bad" he groans
i tug at his shirt indicating i wanted it off which he does gracefully giving me full access to him
i kiss down his stomach and back up meeting his lips once again. he un hooks my bra letting it fall between us, i sit up and he pulls my chest closer to him taking all of me in
i look over and read the clock. 11:50.
he flips us and quickly moves down my stomach leaving his mouth hovering over my panties he slides my underwear down my legs and does the same to his pants and quickly puts on a condom then pushes himself into me
"fuck owen, what the-" i yelp
his hand flys over my mouth cutting me off
"watch your mouth, princess " he says
his pace quickens as he dives deeper and deeper inside of me

"fuck" i yelp multiple times
a smirk appears on his face
he crashes his lips down on mine pushing himself inside of me making my eyes to roll to the back of my head
i sigh in pleasure as he uses his thumb to massage my clit causing me to to twitch every so often as i was coming close to my climax
"oh my god" i scream gripping the bed sheets
"fuck i'm gonna cum"  i tell him 

somehow he managed to quicken his pace until i finally came, i was louder than usual i must say
"shit" he groans as he releases on my stomach
the two of us were left panting laying next to each other

smut over⚠️

i pull a blanket up to cover me while he rolls over to face me
"so, you gonna kiss me in ten seconds" he smirks
"i'll think about it"
"seven seconds" he says
the tv starts to count down
"5..."
"4..."
"3..."
"2..."
"1..."

i for the first time was the one to lean in and lock our lips for a few seconds before pulling away
"out of all the new years kisses i've had, yours probably takes second" he tells me
"how sweet of you" i roll my eyes
"lexi might just have you beat"
"fuck you" i hit his shoulder
"relax, babe it's ok to be jealous" he tells me
"what's up with all the nicknames today"
"better than your real name"
"you are awfully rude tonight hmm?"
he pulls me on top of him and runs his fingers up and down my back
"and you're awfully cute after sex" he says
"oh shut up"

i was well aware of what i looked like,  what started as a semi tight bun was now half way down the back of my head with strands flying out

"i have to ask you a question but you can't be mad at me" i say
"oh no" he smirks
"who's tyson"
his face falls and becomes emotionless
"don't worry about it" he says
"owen" i sigh
"alana, please i don't want you to worry"
"you almost make it sound like i care about you" i laugh
"you're really not good with serious conversations are you?" he asks with a laugh at the end.
"can you just answer my question" i beg
"tyson is a friend"

"and why haven't you seen him in months"
"how do you know all of this" he asks
"your friends aren't the quietest whisperers"
"fuck"he groans
"just tell me the truth, owen please"