Don't Give, Just Take | F. Weasley

15 | Poison Ivy

The beginning would be a bit different.
When it's written like this, then it's from a past event.
When it's written like this, then it's present, currently happening.

I apologize if it gets confusing... but my brain told me to do it this way. WARNING!! SMUT ON THE SPOT (the rhyme snsns) so this is your time to choose wisely. Are you comfortable to read? Or are you uncomfortable? If yes is your answer to the latter, please kindly exit out the book and drink water :)

Songs:
Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift (if you don't know the song I suggest you listen to it first, or listen nonstop until this °°° comes up) & Where Have You Been My Disco? by IV of Spades (suggest you play this song when you see this *** symbol)

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Their lips battled for power. Hands showered pair of figures with touches that burned every inch of their skin. She bit his lower lip, tugging a little, teasing for blood to form underneath its thin layer. Crimson lipstick transferred from her lips to his, smudged. He gasped for air, searing brush of their bodies made everything hotter, sexier, and lustier.

She strummed once to check the tune of each strings. Her hair fell down with the red light above her. Crimson lips voiced her sweet tone, amplified by the microphone that stood before her. Drax's hand that rested on her lower back made her lover growl silently at the sight. Still and all the protrusion on his neck moved up and down as he gulped from the dryness of his throat.

He lifted her up, pinned her on the wall behind. She hummed her satisfaction as he grated his hard bulge between her folds. Her legs wrapped automatically around his middle, pulling him closer, locking him between her spell. Cold chunky right hand sheathed her slim neck, cupping her chin as he forced his tongue into her.

The music began, her fingers pressed on each string to create a chord. She hummed along the first run of the rhythm. "Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doing right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'd be using for the rest of my life." Her breathy tone made each word lustrous, wanted, needed. She hooded her eyes to feel the vibration of the platform below her pumps.

Warmth spread on his red face as she blew her moan out. His hand tightened around her neck, he smacked her thigh that peaked from the slit of her skirt. The echo made the vixen grin in amusement with her eyes closed. He pushed the hem of her skirt up to her core, revealing her black lace thong that he had been thinking about the whole night.

"I've been breaking hearts a long time, and toying with them older guys; just to play things for me to use. Something happened for the first time, in the darkest little paradise, shaking, pacing, I just need you." Her eyes met his as she uttered the last four words with a suggestive tone. The drums and tambourine blended with her voice. Vem who brushed her body on his flower, made him bite the inside of his lower lip in anger and jealousy. A woman on his woman didn't feel right. His tongue traced the inside of his cheeks, biting his lower lip from time to time to cope up with his jealousy.

He spanked her the second time on her bubble arse, too loud that she let out a wail that rang on his ears more than her singing voice had registered from the resto earlier. Her ass cheek stinging in red, weakened her legs from clinging on him. She dropped her feet on the floor, his hand gripping her neck a little harder and pinned her on the wall, burying her body with icy shivers.

Russet eyes burned in desire, thirst. "For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind. They say she's gone too far this time." Her lips moved with melody, coated fire tongue pushing the ceiling of her mouth as she felt her body long for her lover's touch, her hand strummed in rhythm. Her thigh peaked out of the slit on her skirt as she leaned her right leg forward. He bit the corner of his lower lip, ecstasy beginning to gush through his popping veins.